#I just enjoy specific ones more than others LMAO
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Okay I accidentally got the flambĆ© insanity out of my system on my enstars spam Instagram but Iām still gonna scream about ibayuzu bc I NEED TOā¦.
Listen, I may say things about how awful they are for each other and like ālol ibayuzu is their bad endingā because I love me some toxic yaoi, but hear me out: nah itās not actually all that toxic OR bad for them, they just need to SIT DOWN AND COMMUNICATE WITHOUT THE DRAMATICS AND THE CONSTANT TRYING TO ONE UP EACH OTHER which is probably not gonna happen because they both love the dramatics and one upping each other too much
Now hereās why: pretty much the ONLY TIME we see Yuzuru get to be himself is when heās talking to Ibara. Can you imagine how much of a relief it must be to him that FINALLY he can drop the act and SNAP at this Guy? Knowing that a) he can take it because heās actively encouraged it and is already well aware of exactly how ruthless Yuzuru is capable of being and b) itās not going to ruin his reputation or leak his background to any fans or higher ups because Ibara needs to keep their history just as secret at Yuzuru. Ibara is so so important to Yuzuru because as much as he can complain about how much he despises himā¦. Heās not even ALLOWED to express open distaste for anyone else- this is the one person he can be a bitch towards without fear or without having to cover up the bitchiness with feigned niceties (and Yuzuru is such a bitch at heart xoxo)
And now for Ibara. Yuzuru is one of the only people he can ALWAYS trust. He knows Yuzuruās past, he knows Yuzuruās mindset better than anyone else and he KNOWS heās the only one whoās aware of how Yuzuru really feels and works, which gives him the comfort of knowing that Yuzuru isnāt gonna betray him. Yuzuru has nothing to gain from screwing him over and ruining his life or anything else. Sure heās a thorn in his side when it comes to his sneaky tricks and schemes, but when it comes to being able to breathe freely and not have to battle every day of his life, afraid that everyone around him is just waiting for the opportunity to tear him down and send him right back into the battlefield, he knows that Yuzuru is safe. And I think heās aware enough by now that Yuzuru does genuinely care about him- favourite pupil privileges and all that.
So basically, FlambĆ© sent me insane because of the amount of mentions about their joint past and the way they instantly retort back to anything the other says. Yuzuru snarkily saying that Ibara must struggle to give gifts because he doesnāt care about anyone else (I smell resentment from the past. Why are you so convinced of that, Yuzuru? You know Ibara just wanted a safe haven- upset that wasnāt you? Upset he chose Nagisa over you???? Upset that he doesnāt care about you like you care about him??????????). We also have Ibara scheming in his own mind and WATCHING for Yuzuruās reaction. Because Yuzuru doesnāt say anything. We just get a sprite of him narrowing his eyes. And suddenly Ibaraās like āhaha he noticed! Just as I expected hehe! Canāt get away with anything with Yuzuru around!āā¦ Ibara why are you watching? Why are you waiting and hoping he thwarts you????? (Lmao Perry and Doofenshmirtz ass dynamic) Ibara you donāt need to pretend to be evil just to get Yuzuru to stop you so you have an excuse to enjoy being an idolā¦.. I mean, Yuzuru sees through it and is gonna enable that for you anyway but THERE WAS NO NEED I PROMISE!!
Ugh they make me insane. Read FlambĆ©, yāall!!! Itās also one of my fave Rinne stories because I love love love when an all out over the top dramatic character gets to show a more subdued side and drop the mask for a bit- especially around a specific person (rinniki nation winning) (wow weird thing for the notorious wataei freak to comment on)
And Iām done byeeee
#Cham goes crazy#I canāt stop thinking about ibayuzu someone put me down like a sick dog#forcing my gf to cosplay them with me next con#she was cosplaying Ibara anyway#I just went ohohoho Yuzuru at con time >:) Iām gonna strangle you >:)#enstars#ibayuzu#yuzuiba#yuzubara#rinniki#flambĆ©#ensemble stars#Yuzuru fushimi#Ibara saegusa#rinne amagi
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Thoughts on each Anti-Entropy member?
It depends on what you mean by thoughts, like if it's just my general opinion or if you're meaning the ideas I have for each one. If this isn't what you meant feel free to send another ask.
Tesla, Einstein, and Schrodinger are my favorites and I love them more than anything. Their relationships with each other and on their own absolutely drive me insane.
Tesla in general is a huge favorite of mine because of just how she is. Her story + how interesting the historical aspects about her are (I won't go into detail because it's a long rambling but it's interesting to me.) Plus I love how she depicts ADHD because it aligns with my own experiences and it makes me happy lmao. Especially with her relationship with Einstein.
Einstein is tied with Tesla just because they're a pair and I refuse to separate them. She's a nice person but is mischevious and and will not hesitate to tease her friends and I love it. There's a shit ton of other stuff I want to say about her but I don't know how to word it, so it'll just be an add on for later maybe.
Schrodinger.. I love her so much I want to throw her. Like yes she attempted murder however we all have our silly little moods. Joking aside I'm so sad that she's not appearing in the main story more.. Her relationship with Reanna, Tesla, and Einstein should've been expanded upon more and the fact it wasn't kills me. Kira came home from war why can't Schrodinger </3
Welt Joyce is good, but he's not my favorite tbh. I don't think about him much. His lores interesting and he's sweet, but I just can't get myself to get attached or really be invested beyond looking into historical aspects (i.e. me starting to read James Joyce's works to see if there's anything relating to him there.) That's not to say I hate him, quite the opposite actually. It's just. He's not a character for me essentially. He's well written and he deserved better tbh. He's also my friends favorite so he's basically a fav in law.
Joachim / Welt Yang I don't really have an opinion on. He's interesting, but I tend to avoid stuff about him for my own reasons. Him and Bronyas father daughter relationship is really sweet to me though.. I love it. Though also I'm still interested on where that man went when he ran away from his moms with ADA. What was he doing during all that time.
Cocolia is someone I want to punt into the sun along with the Welt Joyce clones. I support womens rights and wrongs however she tried over throwing Tesla and Einstein and had full intention on getting Einstein either killed or trapped in the SoQ. I will support your rights and wrongs until said crimes are against my favorites. (I like her character / story I just hate her as a person.)
The Welt Joyce clones unironically remind me of emo boy band members who probably have a few crimes on their criminal records. Wanna be cool kids but really everyone hates them.
Planck and Karl (I know he's technically not apart of AE but he's an honorary member in my book) are my beloveds. I love them both. Insane midlife crisis lady and father figure who is just there. I know Karl has 2 lines and we know nothing about him but I'm delusional.
I hate Edison with a passion. I unironically hate her more than Otto. I'm not elaborating. There's nothing redeeming about her and I wish she didn't exist.
Joffrey is just a child. I don't know what is going on with him At All.
Sin Mal is just kinda. There. I forget she exists in HI3rd tbh. I mainly know her from HG2..
ADA my beloved. I love her. She deserved better. Come back from war I miss you honey.
Reanna Brigantia... I loved her so much. She was such a sweet person and deserved SO much better than what happened to her in the end.
I think this is all of the major characters? I could've put the Schicksal Valkyries in here since they all were apart of AE at some point but they're with Schicksal again so.
#nikola responds to asks#anon#sorry for the long response I just have a lot to say#I don't hate any AE character (other than Edison) and I genuinely enjoy them all#I just enjoy specific ones more than others LMAO#nikolas posts
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obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog
Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force šā¤ļø
Canāt believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D
#guys help is it time for a rebranding?? am I just gonna post about f1 now??#I still canāt believe this has all started because bestie and I were watching Ted Lasso (because Iāve been obsessed with that show for a#while now too) and I paused the episode to talk about how I really like the way Jamie interacts with kids (Iām sorry people being good with#and nice to kids is one of my weaknesses I work with kids now and have been invested in treating kids well forever)#so me saying that apparently reminded her of max and she showed me a video of him with p and yeah it was very effective in making me like#him and then we left the episode on pause and she told me a lot about f1 and max specifically cause I was interested now lmao (funny thing#is that she also got roped into it by our other friends I swear itās speeding lmao#she also compared him to Jamie from Ted lasso (if you know you know) and showed me some heart wrenching Taylor swift edits (i havenāt#emotionally recovered yet) and yeah thatās how I started consuming way too much f1 content on YouTube and got into this whole mess lmao#oh yeah our friends also made me and another friend make a Tier list for all the drivers based on vibes alone (cause I only knew a bit about#max at that time and the other one knew nothing really) which was very funny too#especially looking back at it (we did some of them so dirty lmao š)#Iāve also come to the conclusion that tumblr is still one of the least annoying platforms to engage with other people (still)#YouTube is full of hate comments about drivers and stuff itās so annoying actually#not to mention Twitter but I donāt go there and probably never will š#I personally donāt enjoy fics and scenarios and shipping of real people cause it makes me a bit uncomfy (not judging people who do#you do you as long as it doesnāt negatively affect anyone#but yeah Iād much rather just scroll by those here than have to look away from all the mindless hate and which driver is better discussions#everywhere else like Iām not one to engage with stuff like that but it does upset me to some#degree so yeah tumblr making memes and being rather positive about their drivers (most of what Iāve seen here of course there are gonna be#annoying people everywhere) is much more tolerable and a lot more enjoyable for me#whoops this post got away from me again oh dear#Iāve had the idea for a meme stuck in my head for days now: Max verstappen but make it if you donāt love me at my *swearing on team radio#giving spicy replies and attitude to the media maxplaining and complaining going for risky overtakes* you donāt deserve me at my *precious#interactions with p talking about his cats being a goofball with other drivers and especially danny defending other drivers driving#beautifully in the rain* itās a package deal you canāt just pick and choose and personally I donāt even get why people complain about some#of the other stuff I appreciate someone whoās passionate and honest and genuinely kind where it matters š¤·š»āāļø#I think Iāve seen someone else say that but the more people complain about and criticize max the more I feel the need to defend him#god forbid women have hobbies for real (canāt believe Iāve yapped so much I canāt put more tags š)#also shoutout to Oscar Piastri and Danny Ric (I was so happy Oscar won even tho McLaren where being very silly in a not so funny way)
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I actually would consider Lysithea as Houses! Claude's other best friend rather than Lorenz just like I wouldn't say Ferdinand is Edelgard's other best friend(I'd say it's Dorothea tbh). Lorenz inherently splits on Claude in most Houses! timelines unlike Lysithea & Claude's A support with Lysithea is Claude expressing that Lysithea is very uniquely dear to him whereas with Lorenz it's more about mutual respect. There's stronger feelings at least from Claude to Lysithea versus Claude to Lorenz. What do you think
I think that each character in the Deer in uniquely close to Claude in their own way. I don't think best friend is the best way to have described Lorenz's relationship to Claude, but it's hard to come up with another descriptor that describes their closeness without putting rank into play.
I mentioned it before, but when Claude faces down Dimitri in Three Hopes he takes Hilda and Lorenz to do so, which to me indicates that Claude relies upon him greatly. Each house has sort of a "right and left hand man" kind of deal with the retainer and a rival? Hubert and Ferdinand and Dedue and Felix, being what comes to mind for me. It's different for Claude, purposefully, because Hilda is a retainer in name only and again more of a friend (not to say that Dedue and Hubert are not their Lord's friend, they very much are, but that for them "retainer" is an actual role with duties while Hilda's just prevents recruitment in all routes) and Lorenz's rivalry with Claude ends up with them being equals.
When you say "split" I assume you mean endings and not recruitment? I think that Lorenz and Claude build up that respect partially because of the mutual fondness they develop for each other during Three Houses. Their A support shows off the high opinion they have of each other; the way Lorenz is able to be critical in good faith and fondness while Claude is able to be trusting and open. The whole conflict between them initially was Claude appearing out of nowhere to take the reigns of the Alliance, and the A support shows just how far they've come--that while Lorenz would not hesitate to step up to the plate, he refuses to let Claude disappear or die on him so that they can shape the future together.
Even though their A support ends up with them physically separate from each other, the fact that they're both strong leaders meeting on equal grounds to shape the future they both want.
I think the relationship between Claude and Lorenz and Claude and Lysithea is very different, and thus hard to compare. On the surface, it seems similar; they both have fond antagonism and worry in their supports, but politics and dreams of the future really define Claude and Lorenz's support chain in a way it doesn't for him and Lysithea.
Actually, I think the most interesting thing about that support chain is the fact that Claude never tries to sus out Lysithea's secrets. At least three other support chains with Lysithea involve heavy discussion of her two crests (Lindhardt comes to mind, as well as Edelgard), but Claude, who's entire support chain with Marianne centers around her secrets (and eventually apologizing by revealing one of his own), isn't particularly interested in what she's hiding.
(Although, and not to tangent--Marianne's secret and Claude's own are much more similar in that if they get out they would both fear for harm coming to their person's. Although Marianne's makes her feel like a monster and Claude's does not even though other people might want him to be.)
I think Claude and Lysithea do have a very close relationship! I think Lystithea is uniquely dear to him, but I think all the Deer are. Lysithea definitely holds a special place in his heart (and in my soul I think any child of his with a Fodlan name would probably be named after her), but I don't think there's much to get comparing her relationship with him to Lorenz? Even putting their support chains aside.
Lysithea is a character who very much believes she is going to die young, and is desperately trying to wrap up her affairs before she does so. Despite this, it doesn't really have a baring on her relationship with Claude aside from the fact that it's her unseen motivation to work herself so hard.
I will say, their A support ending is adorable and super romantic. I think Claude abandoning his post for her says a lot about their relationship--he's not entrusting his dream to her, but rather taking it out of his own hands in order to ensure that she will be apart of the future he envisions. Insane. I love love.
All of Claude's paired endings involve him working with the person he loves to achieve his dream. While some are comparable (while I don't ship them, I think Hilda working hard to be good at diplomacy so that she could help Claude improve relations between Almyra and Fodlan is absolutely adorable) in their intensity, I think Lorenz and Lysithea's actually really are not. Because, really, while Claude is trusting an unknown family member to his throne in Almyra when he abdicates to be with Lysithea, who is he trusting Fodlan to but Byleth and Lorenz (and all their other friends of course).
Again, as I've said before, it's hard to compare some of the relationships (particularly romantic ones) in three houses purely based on the fact that a big feature of this game is that every character needs to be able to end up with Byleth or another one of their friends
It's really hard to discern where exactly the relationships between Lysithea and Claude and Lorenz and Claude differ in closeness, but I think I've come to this conclusion:
Lorenz is Claude's other "best friend" in the Deer, not because he's closer to Lorenz then anyone else, but because Lorenz is the one meant to fill the rival role of left-hand man, in the way Ferdinand does for Edelgard.
I agree with you, Lysithea and Claude are very close in a way that differs from their relationships with other people. I just don't think that Lysthiea fills the narrative role that Lorenz does.
(I do think Claude names a kid of his after her, if you don't chose their ending.)
#twila talks#twila answers#fe3h#lysithea von ordelia#claude von riegan#lorenz hellman gloucester#thank you for the ask anon i really enjoyed writing this#i'm not sure if i came to an acceptable conclusion but i think it's important in three houses esp#to acknowledge the frame work and narrative aspects of the gameplay#jeralt is as they say: doomed by the narrative haunting the narrative narrating the narrative lmao#I can't really compare claude's relationship with anyone to hilda and lorenz because they are his narratively assigned right and left men#and do a great job at it considering the golden deer have much more non traditional versions of that role compared to the other houses#in a world with just platonics i think claude and lysithea are more likely than claude and lorenz to just hang out in a non formal setting#alone i mean#trying to establish that i think they're besties while also clarifying the narrative role i meant in my previous post lol#i also don't want to diminish how much lysithea is relied upon by claude both in universe and out of universe#out of universe i mean me specifically using the leonie felix lysithea stride dance warp combo to one turn post timeskip levels with claude#or lysithea just casually nuking people in one hit when you play her in any stage of the game i love her#even at the roundtable i think the ordelia's probably provide Claude with a support due in part to lysithea herself#although again her family is similarly to lorenz cautious about the empire during the war since they're a border territory and well. you kn#TO CONCLUDE. FOR REAL THIS TIME I SWEAR#lorenz is claude's narrative assigned best friend (left hand man) and does a good job of that and i didn't fully clarify that in the previo#post. Lysithea and Claude have a relationship not affected by politics but not detached from it. they are exceedingly close in a notable wa#love both lorenz and lysithea with my whole heart <3 deserve the world or maybe just a second gloucester relic#someone go kill another one of rhea's siblings or maybe just find a clone glitch skjdfhdksj
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[image id: tags by @apocketfullofhobbits that read: ngl 'how do you spend your time' feels as intrusive to me as 'what do you do for a living', and it doesn't translate well to my language, idk i just hate being perceived at all and i hate putting others on the spot too, if someone doesn't volunteer information themselves then i guess I'll just never know. and I'm okay with that /end id]
i think this may be related to the point of the article (and the book referenced)! where the article and book discuss (english based, US-centered) race and therefore class power dynamics in the way small talk operates, i feel its not too much of a stretch to apply the same general theory to other forms of culture clash, whether that be across languages and therefore non-usian (white, cishet, christian, middle class) standards or like neurospiceyness or even things like age, queerness, or manner of upbringing
(pls note i know nothing, i just like trying to connect dots based off info i have magpied)
the thing that comes first to mind is the thing disney parks do where they train all their staff to gesture a specific way instead of pointing with their index finger, as is common in the us, because in other parts of the world that is a rude gesture. there are tons and tons of things like that, stuff thats completely benign in one culture that comes across fine in a different culture but incredibly foul in another, and half the time theres no telling what faux pas youll make in a multi cultural environment until you fuck up, as the article writer expresses
im autistic. i don't do small talk. i understand the point of it and have several fairly good scripts for when i have my Customer Service Voice in place, but i flounder when faced with "normal conversation" to the point where i assembled notes on reasonable human conversation topics ahead of meeting my (very normal, reasonable) boyfriends family. i dont do small talk because it feels very stiff from me, and i am *very bad* at following the conventionally appropriate scripts expected from small talk (ie the "how are you?" "good" exchange; im disabled. i walk with a cane. i come equipped with a bag full of pills at all times. i clearly cannot say that im "good" because that feels like a lie but people somehow hate "tired"???)
because im autistic, in situations where i dont have to Perform Peoplehood as the other party expects, i can sit and lecture about all sorts of things basically endlessly. however, because i had an absolutely shit upbringing and a lot of very bad health issues, i tend to be very selective about personal anecdotes because i hate even the potential of being pitied. in turn, like in pocket's tags, i tend to operate under the idea that people will tell me what they are comfortable sharing, and if they dont volunteer it, its none of my business, because thats how i operate myself
this is definitely true, but there are two catches: one) it is not universally true, and two) when it is true, you still have to make space for the other party to share stuff
there are definitely people who are bothered by conversations that lack "small talk" or otherwise people asking them personal questions. this is especially true in the us i would wager, given the sheer level of cultural individualism that goes on, wherein generally folks operate under the conditions that its rude to relate to someone via sharing a same-but-different personal anecdote, but also the-general-we dont know how to have a conversation that doesnt hinge on the self. if you dont ask these people the direct personal questions they require to feel involved in conversation, those relationships will hmm, struggle (i have not figured out how to manage this tho)
conversely, for folks who are more private, those relationships can feel superficial if theres not space and care left for them to open up. my bf and my gf are both very private and dont really offer up personal information unless ur really really close. being the Science Minded and also very direct person i am, when i realized my crush on my boy, i established very explicitly that he could say no to anything i asked of him and accepted his "no"s immediately when they came up. i did this very deliberately because i am very direct and "nosey", and wanted him to be comfortable telling me to mind my business if i poked where he didnt want
and it worked. the questions i tend to ask to learn about who someone is are pretty out there compared to standard small talk, so i wager they fall under the idea of "signifying" -- things like asking the best gift theyve gotten and best theyve given tell me what they value for themselves, and how they understand and relate to the people in their lives -- but while theyre direct and quite deep, theyre pretty open ended so the person i ask can give whatever kind of answer in whatever detail they're comfy with, and i still get good return as far as understanding who they are as a person, aaaaand in at least a couple instances, that space of positive acceptance of setting boundaries combined with a clear interest in Knowing Someone has lead private people to offer up things of their lives without prompting
so, it boils down to an awareness of different communication styles across cultural lines especially, whatever those cultures' lines ARE, and a willingness to meet people in the middle to make space for them to share their life and interests in a way that is more equitable than standard small talk tends to be, with whatever sort of open ended question makes sense for your situation
Unlearning How White People Ask Personal Questions
http://www.samefacts.com/2014/05/culture-and-civil-society/unlearning-how-white-people-ask-personal-questions/
#mochi rambles#it is the autisim i have figured out the Rules of Engagement and i Must Explain lmao#so more specifically at pocket#its less the specific question op uses as their go to#and more figuring out the script that works for ur needs#i learned the deep introspective questions from my buddy icthyarch#and have had great luck with it myself#the folks i am drawn to enjoy my meta analysis questions about gifts and such#but even just prompting someone about the book they have on their table or the funky mug on their desk or the jewelry they wear every day#(after confirming they dont mind a question ācan i ask u about x?ā as needed)#āthat book has an interesting cover whats it about?ā#āthat mug is such an interesting shape is it handmade?ā#āyoure never without that necklace i dont think id recognize you without itā#shows you noticed things about someone and have interest in knowing them#while leaving it to the other person how personal the response is#āim only halfway through but its blowing my mind im going to lecture for twenty minutes about it thank uā#āyeah i got it at this shop that sells local artists goodsā#āhonestly im just too lazy to take it off lmaoā#ymmv because people are people and thus there is no one size fits all answer#but open ended question if ur direct like me are solid#and more passive leading comments are solid for folks with hmmm more social grace than my bulldozer ass lmao
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woke up feeling ruffff but took my meds and went back to bed for a while n I feel a bit better
#only slept 4 hrs yesterday so was rly hoping to get a solid nights sleep today bc i probably won't tonight....#but i didnt sigh. but my options are either to plough thru w today and make myself do this even tho i dont rly feel like it#or cancel plans and stay in and mope which will inevitably turn into self harm so rly the latter is a non option lmao#its all okay ill get into the swing of things n have a good time once im thereee#and i always knew i was gonna feel a bit like this like its an open wound for me i just need to be careful not to touch it#bc how i feel isnt based in reality its just insecurity n vulnerability n ik it can take months to fully recover from a previous episode#and part of the recovery process needs to involve facing potentially triggering situations instead of avoiding them#bc otherwise ill get increasingly worse bc its not possible to always avoid and ill be defenceless again when it does happen again etc#like its part of rebuilding my sense of self n confidence n hopefully i can eventually start to trust other ppl again n lower my guard#bc it sucks being contorted into this defensive pose all the time and i would like to allow myself to feel genuine connection w others !!#and to stop instinctively flinching and waiting for the hit im tired of my mind telling me ppl r lying + trying to hurt me when theyre not#im being a bit dramatic like i am doing a LOT better than i was a few weeks ago. n i def can handle this one#and the risk of triggering myself is much much lower anyway in this specific situation. so long as theyre not hiding shit from me again#i can think of several ways that risk could skyrocket n unexpectedly spiral out of my control n it makes it hard to breathe just imagining#but i need to believe that it wont. so if-no WHEN it doesnt then next time ill have proof that i can navigate it n i wont feel so anxious#it makes me laugh how stupid this is from an outside perspective. my brain causes me so much weird n 100% unnecessary distress#but its the only brain ive got n will always have so i need to work with it!!#anyway all that aside i genuinely am rly looking forward to this afternoon!! ive rly wanted to start doing more nice things for myself#n the fact it coincides w missing smth that could incite my rsd is kind of for the best even if it is making me anxious#i cant let my life revolve around anticipating how ppl might upset me n basing my decisions off minimising that damage#n while it would be nice to have company.. well ik its just as fun going alone bc ive done it before! n i need a reminder of that#ah im gonna turn myself in circles if i think much more. i dont need to justify anything#i hope they have a nice time and i hope i have a nice time and i hope that eventually someday we can have a nice time together instead#of separately. and i hope that someday ill feel included and wanted by other ppl and wont be posting on tumblr every time this happens LOL#this comes across like im saying i need to learn how to enjoy my own company or whatever but i prommy i already do..#what i actually need to learn is how to trust n enjoy the company of ppl i care abt without constantly being scared theyll hurt me....#but thats not happening today cuz i got other plans woooo OKAYY im gonna stop ruminating and get some chores done sjdkfh#.vent#<- well not rly a vent bc its not like im channelling feelings here im just rambling bc i have a lot on my mind. but still#this is prolly incoherent i keep putting my phone down and doing other things and then adding another thought LOL
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Hi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous š«£
ā± Blood-stained Lips ā° || Mr. Scarletella X Reader
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Character(s): Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/ęååå) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MCās Lore and Specifically Scarletella Rain Ending), Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (and Horror Elements), Mild Jealousy, Slightly Suggestive. Anything spoken in the other worldās language will be bolded. Genre: Drabble, Light Angst (Hurt/Comfort), Pre-established Romantic Relationship (Itās Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~2,140 words Request: āHi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous š«£ā Authorās Note: Okay so, likeā¦ Mr. Scarletella is probably one of the more nerve-wracking characters for me to write for, but I absolutely adored this ask, so I gave writing him in drabble format a shot! (Itās also pretty funny how the fandom has unanimously agreed that Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletella would not get along and would be actively antagonistic toward each other lmao). I think his dynamic with the MC is fascinatingā¦ the whole parasocial relationship the two of them have going on throughout the game is such a unique choice (love the simp energy he gives off, too, since I wasnāt expecting that from his character haha). This ended up being kind of suggestive at the end?? Nothing too crazy or anything, just him being very happy about being able to touch you. Anyway, I hope this isnāt too OOC ā enjoy!Ā
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Even though his memories had been forgotten, parts of himself and his identity erased after you successfully defeated him, Mr. Scarletella occasionally found himself thinking of moments he couldnāt even recall witnessing.Ā
In his mind, he sees you with another resident of the realm, their long black hair cascading down their form while their laugh echoes through an empty corridor. He sees their fingers threading through your hair, moving their hands up and down along your scalp, and tousling your locksā¦Ā
Mr. Scarletella hears your laughter fill the space, too. The sound is light and airy, and he finds his chest tightening at the hazy memory. Itās an uncomfortable feeling and certainly was not one he enjoyed experiencing. It almost felt like knives being shoved repeatedly into his torso, a stinging and aching sensation that spread throughout his entire body from a singular point.
Almost absentmindedly, his hand comes to rest on the left side of his chest, the side where a heart would be located if he possessed one like you did. Mr. Scarletella hears a gentle murmur interrupt his thoughts, a noise that cuts through the fog in his mind like a saw slicing through flesh and sinew.Ā
āYou okay?ā Your voice echoes, and his pitch-black eyes dart down to meet with yours. Youāre holding a red umbrella ā his very heart and soul ā in your hands. Your hold isnāt painful, nor is it gentle. It was perfect, just like you, he thought to himself.Ā
Rain drips down the water-resistant material of the umbrella that was permanently stained a bright, bloody red, and it falls onto the clear rubber of your raincoat before sliding down your form. Both the umbrella and your coat effectively keep your body dry from the elements. Mr. Scarletella, on the other hand, was completely soaked, having no issue walking beside you while the rain clung to his clothing and chilled his skin.Ā Ā
If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the heat of your body spreading throughout his chest and warming his form from the inside out. Oh, how happy he would be if the small flame within him sparked into something more, forming a fiery inferno inside his body. Even if you were to burn him, set an uncontrollable blaze within him that only left an empty husk behind, he would be content.Ā Ā
Your brows are furrowed while you crane your neck back to look at him, the sound of rain around the two of you, effectively breaking up the long stretch of silence. He was acting a bit strange today, you thought to yourself. While the man dressed in red was never really normal in the conventional sense, he was much more quiet today than usual.Ā
Mr. Scarletellaās gaze used to be immensely nervewracking, his hollow stare once being able to cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on edge, but you had grown used to it after spending so much time together. The two of you were in your old realm, the one you left behind to stay in the other world. You were fairly close to the haunted apartments he used to call his home and the site where you would dump the bodies of anyone unfortunate to cross your pathā¦ The start of everything that led you to where you are now.Ā
āYou quietā¦ What you thinking about?ā You ask him, shifting the hold of the umbrella in your hand to the other. You hadnāt brought your weapon today, wanting to give Mr. Scarletella a chance to experience a ātypicalā date, one that didnāt consist of violence and murder for a change. However, he had been in a daze since the two of you arrived, and that was somewhat out of character for him.Ā
Shifting your stance to better face him, your feet sink slightly into the mud beneath you. You look down at your boot-clad feet and frown. While you had grown used to being in a constant state of uncleanliness since the other world didnāt have showers readily or easily available, it was still quite annoying to clean mud from the soles of your shoes. This was the type of mud that threatened to pull your shoe from your foot if you were to try tugging on it, but you pushed your frustration to the side to focus on the man in front of you.Ā
Mr. Scarletella hums and reaches his hand out to your head, placing his palm against your hair, and you freeze. Your hair sticks to his deathly cold hand, almost as if static electricity was coursing through his fingers.Ā
It was soft under his skin, your hair, yet he could feel that some knots had begun to form near the base of the strands. Then, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, effectively messing your hair up even more. Your mind blanks at his sudden movement, the action reminding you of Mr. Crawling.
āWhyā¦ you touch me?ā You ask, staring up at him as the rain begins to fall even harder, your grip on the umbrella in your hand tightening around the handle. The rain was so heavy that you could barely see into the distance, the horizon completely covered in a thick, gray mist. A sudden gust of wind blew Mr. Scarletellaās red hair, and within his usually hollow eyes swirled something you had never seen within them before.Ā
It reminded you of a storm rolling in across the ocean waves, a variety of emotions spiraling within his ashen irises. His hand never once leaves your body, instead sliding down the side of your head to cup your cheek in his palm. Whenever he touched you, it felt like TV static against your flesh, and you could see white-and-black dots begin to dance across your vision as a light hum filled your ears.Ā
Mr. Scarletellaās flesh is cold, and it reminds you of a corpse the chill his touch leaves in its wake. His head tilts to one side and he whispers to you, his voice barely audible above the rain crashing around you, āI want you ā want to touch you.āĀ
Before you can even speak or formulate a response to his words, he quickly pulls his hand away from your skin. It felt like you had burnt him, yet he found himself not minding the stinging sensation that danced across his flesh. His hand dropped lifelessly to his side before he muttered an apologetic, āSorry. Shouldnāt have touched you.ā
After taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shake your head and tell him, ā...You okay,ā before turning on your heel to walk away. You glance at him over your shoulder, his form becoming further soaked from the storm. It was kind of amusing, you thought, seeing such a previously powerful entity look like a stray, sopping-wet cat.Ā
Eventually, you gesture for him to come with one hand, the order of, āFollow me.ā coming out of your lips, loud enough for him to hear.
He teleports to you before you can even finish your sentence, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his as he waits to see where you want to go. A huff of air forces its way out of your nose, chuckling at his obedience before you lightly graze his hand with your nails. Itās strange touching him, his form more like an illusion than a body made of flesh and blood.Ā
The two of you make your way across the waterlogged fields and flooded, muddy roads. Your footsteps splash in the puddles beneath you as you walk while Mr. Scarletella moves without making a single noise, merely a ghost in this world. Soon, however, the abandoned apartments come into view, and you lead him inside the old concrete structure.Ā
You pause as soon as your feet make contact with the cracked floor of the building, making sure that you canāt hear the sound of another living being within the hollow corridors. You close the umbrella when nothing catches your attention, making sure to shake it a few times to try and remove the raindrops that have accumulated on its surface. You watch as the water falls to the ground, making small, dark grey circles on the concrete.Ā
Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Mr. Scarletella watches you in return while holding the umbrella, waiting patiently for you to say something as a shiver runs down his spine. His hands that were hanging at his sides were closed, and he was clenching and unclenching his fingers almost like he was fighting the urge to place his palms against your skin once more.Ā Ā
You canāt help but chuckle at his demeanor, placing the now-closed umbrella down so it was leaning against the wall. You do the same, leaning back on the wall before you hold your arms out to him, saying with a small smirk, āYou can touch me.ā
You jumped slightly at the speed at which he appeared in front of you. His body hunched over yours while he watched your expression intently, his black eyes partially hidden behind the thick curtain of red hair that cast shadows across his sickly complexion. Mr. Scarletella places his palm on your head, telling you smoothly, āThank you.ā
One of his hands begins to tentatively pat your skull while he enjoys the feeling of your hair against his palm. Then, his other hand soon joins, and you close your eyes while you allow him to pat you like a dog. It felt a bit demeaning in a way, but also strangely comforting, and it reminded you of one of the friendliest residents of the other world you had met.Ā
Your eyes flutter shut almost out of habit, allowing the man in front of you to enjoy the rare moment with you. His hands started out resting against the top and sides of your head, the movement of palms against your hair causing it to become messy and sticking up because of the static he created.Ā
Then, they tentatively travel to your face, cupping your cheeks before he brushes his thumbs underneath your eyes. You jolt a bit when his cold hand brushes against your neck, swallowing harshly when you feel him trace a finger down your SCM. Your breathing hitches while he explores your skin, and your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip in response.Ā
Then, you feel his touch pause, and Mr. Scarletella whispers against your neck, the pad of his thumb swiping against your lips, ā...blood.āĀ
āOh, uhā¦ā You open your eyes and look at him, seeing the way heās staring up at you while his face remains close to your jugular. Your hand goes up to your lips, and you wince when you feel the soreness. When you pull your fingers away from your mouth, you see the blood that clings to them. Geez, you didnāt think you had bit your lip that hard.Ā
You tell Mr. Scarletella, patting his head much like how he had been doing with you, āIām okay. Donāt stop.ā
He smiles widely and lights up at your words. Suddenly, he grabs your face and hastily presses his lips to yours. Your eyes grow at the sudden act, and a strangled noise leaves your throat. It wasnāt a bad noise, per se, you just hadnāt been expecting that from him. Typically, he waited until you permitted him to do that...Ā He must have been too excited to hold back this time around.
You were speechless when he pulled away from you, noticing your blood that was now smeared across his lips. He licks it away, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips before he asks you, ā...You happy?ā
You canāt help but laugh at his question, reaching up to place your hand on his head while your giggles echo throughout the empty hallways, patting him softly. Mr. Scarletellaās smile falters while he focuses on the feeling of your touch, on burning the memory of your expression and the sweet sound of your laughter into his mind. It made him feel strange knowing he was the one making you react in such a way, but it was good.
He wanted to do it more.Ā
āYes, I happy. You cute.ā You reply, smiling warmly at him while he stares at you like youāre the most beautiful thing in the world.Ā
āI like you.ā He says, sounding almost breathless as his body hunches over more, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hands explore the rest of your body, stroking and touching and petting you. Mr. Scarletella didnāt want this moment to end.Ā
You chuckle as his breath fans against your skin, telling him gently as you feel his fingers work out any knots in your hair, āI know.āĀ
āI like you, I like you, I like youā¦ā He murmurs against your flesh, āI love you.ā
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Give Redacted a kiss for me!!!
Do you have any dark/creepy headcanons for Redacted? Iām very curious ^^
ā¦ćANSWERED: I know you asked for [REDACTED] specifically, but everything mentioned below could also apply to Ren as well ^^;
cw: mentions of gore, torture, (one line about) cannibalism, NSFW themes, and just general creepy behaviour
I'm sure most people already know about Ren's red room days, but for the newer folks: he used to livestream himself torturing his victims on the dark web. He would also harvest and sell their organs for extra cash.
His red room phase began after a group of upperclassmen started livestreaming themselves bullying people (Angel included) for attention online. If those teens wanted a taste of online fame that badly, Ren would be all too happy to give it to them ā especially after he heard all the degrading things they said about Angel during their stream.
Ren has probably sniffed (licked???) Angel's underwear on multiple occasions lmao
He also keeps a bunch of their discarded cups, mugs, bottles, etc. ā and on the days when he's feeling especially lonely ā Ren likes to put his lips where Angel's would've been and treat it like it's an indirect kiss.
If Angel is fine with it, Ren would be more than willing to carve his name into their skin. He'd have to use an ample amount of his numbing cream though (typically reserved for when he gives himself tattoos and piercings), since he doesn't want them to be in any pain.
Similarly, he'd also be willing to carve their name into his skin as well ā as many times as Angel would want. But he already has multiple tattoos of their name on his skin, so.... gksgsjj
I'm sure everyone already knows this, but Ren has an entire shrine dedicated to Angel. He keeps all his sentimental and stolen items there.
Ren genuinely has no empathy for anyone other than Angel, so if they were to ask him to murder his own mother (or his sister, his best friend, etc.) and bring back their heart, he'd do it with a smile on his face.
Because he has no empathy, Ren would probably enjoy watching snuff films like it's any other B-tier horror film. To him, it's just more research material on how he can get rid of his competition.
I've mentioned this in the past, but Ren has jacked off to the thought of Angel while in the library lol
I made a post back in 2022 that mentioned how Ren would willingly offer up any of his body parts to a cannibal!Angel, and I think the point still stands!!
He likes to put Angel's stolen laundry on his body pillow and rut into/hump it š
I once mentioned that Ren would slap a barcode sticker on his sledgehammer to make it look less... questionable whenever he carries it around in broad daylight ā but alongside that, I think he'd also carry around some tools and an unopened can of paint to make it seem like he's just doing renovations. In reality, he'd probably force his victims to drink paint or gargle nails teehee
Builder AU except Ren mistook a body for plywood??? Why is he hammering so many nails into them?? Why is he feeding it into a wood chipper???
Builder AU except Ren gives Angel a different meaning to getting nailed and railed???????? Jackhammering???????? Getting screwed sideways????? KGJDSGNK It's 2AM I'm losing da plot now T_T I'll shut up
#Gargling nails.... Jesse this one is for you /ij#Anyways!! This was supposed to be serious IDK what happened at da end gjsdg#Why are we building.... Where am I......#š ā answered.#š ā 14 days with queue.#š ā about ren.#š ā woohoo zone.#š ā non canon.#<- Since you asked for headcanons and none of this really ends up being explicitly discussed in the game#Other stuff is just... General knowledge (if you've been around the blog for a while)#shitknot69#tw gore#tw torture#tw cannibalism#If y'all need me to tag this post with anything else please let me know!!
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Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader
āCause it's not just a figure of speech - you got me down on my knees.
It's gettin' harder to b r e a t h e .
Summary:
You hate it when Morgan teases Reid. So when Morgan says that you are Reid's 'Mommy' - you verbally fire back without even thinking about it.
Reid vastly overthinks it.
So much so that he ends up calling you Mommy by mistake. And you definitely don't hate the sound of that word coming off his lips.
Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season One.
Word Count: 6,300
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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: general smut fic - porn with some plot; dom/sub dynamics (but this isn't a pre-discussed dom/sub relationship, the characters just fall into these roles naturally), Spencer is submissive and the reader is dominant; the main theme is Mommy kink - Spencer discovers that he has a Mommy kink after a joke that Morgan makes, referring to the reader character as Spencer's Mommy; Spencer calls the reader 'Mommy' and the reader also refers to herself with that title; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and breasts); it could be interpreted that the reader has larger breasts/is plus sized (but I think anyone of any size could enjoy this fic); the reader is part of the BAU; this is meant to take place during season one (baby Spence my beloved) but there are no other major canon events mentioned and the case being discussed is one that I have made up; some very background typical elements of Criminal Minds - murder, killing, systemic vicimization of women/violence from men towards women (passing mention of bodies being consumed by wild animals); the reader and Spencer fuck while on a case (but they aren't endangering anyone's lives from lack of their attention, so it's fine); mentions of potential injuries from a car accident (theoretical - doesn't actually happen during the fic); very slight threads of Morgan x Reader (mentions of Morgan being attracted to the reader - it could be one-sided); very passing mention of Reid having breeding kink (doesn't take place during the fic, just one of his thoughts); for the actual smut section: this could be interpreted as virgin!Spencer but that's not explicitly stated here (at most, this is just inexperienced!Spencer) (the reader is definitely way more sexually experienced than him); praise kink (we all known Spencer is so eager to be praised); mentions of breastfeeding - Morgan makes a joke about the reader breastfeeding Reid, which later turns into faux breastfeeding kink (the reader doesn't actually lactate, but she lets Spencer suck on her tits and calls it breastfeeding); the reader calls Spencer: 'baby', 'good boy',; descriptions of subspace - but it's not specifically called 'subspace' in the text; thigh humping - Spencer humps the reader's thigh; cumming in pants (Spencer); multiple orgasms/overstimulation (Spencer receiving); handjob - the reader jacks Spencer off while he is sensitive after his first orgasm; using lube as cum; dumbification kink - the reader calls Spencer 'dumb baby' and generally enjoys seeing his intellect drop the more turned on he becomes (Spencer also likes being called this); technically the reader doesn't get to cum, but she gets turned on from treating Spencer like the good boy that he is (and this is more about him). I think that's everything.
A/N: This was directly inspired by the scene from Reid's birthday party, where Morgan says 'Mommy to the rescue!' (talking about JJ) and then Spencer says '...Mommy?' and it seems like he is discovering his Mommy kink in real time. Especially because he is then trapped between Elle and JJ and he makes direct eye contact with their boobs, and he just has such a look of scared kink realization in his eyes. I considered copying that moment exactly and just replacing JJ with the reader character, but this seemed like more fun lmao. I had so much fun writing this and I think this is one of my best fics in a while. I hope you guys enjoy it!!
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Generally, you hated being stuck with grunt work.Ā
You knew that it was all part of the job - an important part of it. Paperwork, side interviews, background checks. Sifting through someoneās apartment looking for aspects of what kind of person they were based on their everyday life.Ā
But you thrived more on being right in the middle of things. You preferred interacting with suspects, chasing people down, harsh confrontation.Ā
Gideon said that you were overly controlling, impatient, brutally honest - that you had an āabrasive personalityā that put most men off. But that was why he often brought you into interrogations with male suspects. Many of the people you caught - men with superiority complexes who targeted the weak to make themselves feel powerful - they hated that you werenāt intimidated by them. That aspect of abrasion between you and the suspects often brought out a lot of information - things they spewed out trying to intimidate you.Ā
But you werenāt needed on that front today.Ā
No - instead, you were doing grunt work. The kind of work that made you impatient and generally aggravated.Ā
The only upside was that you got to do it with Spencer.Ā
He was one of the only men that voluntarily worked so closely with you so often, because he wasnāt intimidated by you. He took orders from you very well and naturally fell under your authority, bringing a natural chemistry to your partnership when you worked with him. Plus - his seemingly endless stream of āfun factsā was like listening to the radio, which did help to soothe your boredom during these kinds of mindless tasks.Ā
You were on a case in Texas. Five women raped and tortured before having their bodies hung from a tree and consumed by cotoyes that the UnSub knew lived in the area. Since police had closed in on him, he had gone on the run. He had killed three more women since fleeing, while leaving no clues as to what his ultimate endgame would be or where he would be going next.Ā
Hotch sent you and Reid to find that out while the rest of the team worked victimology and profiled the scenes of the most recent murders, following the trail he was leaving.Ā
After spending hours sifting through the suspectās house, looking for any small clue about where he might be going - you came up empty. When you touched base with Hotch, he told you that you and Reid would be going to visit the suspectās ex-wife - who lived four hours away. You needed to interview her to see if she could give you any further insight to the man, and perhaps - beat him to the house if she was the ultimate target.Ā
(A lot of the victims looked like her, and it couldnāt really be a coincidence.)Ā
You knew that lives were at risk, and it was juvenile of you, but all you heard was: long, boring drive. Boring day. You hoped that Reid would be good company through it.Ā
Now, you were waiting outside of the police station in the bureau-issued SUV, waiting for Morgan to come and give you the file with the ex-wifeās address and contact information.Ā
āDid you know that over forty-six percent of Texans own a gun? Texas is second only to Montana in registered gun ownership, where over sixty-six percent of citizens proudly tote their right to bear arms.ā Reid told you, continuing to look over the case files that were sitting in his lap.Ā
When you looked over toward him to reply to this odd factoid, your mind got caught up on something else.Ā
āReid, come on, take your feet off the dashboard!ā You told him, reaching over to gently smack his knee, trying to encourage his legs down from the awkward position.Ā
It bothered you for several reasons - the idea that he would leave shoe prints on the dashboard, which was minor and cosmetic, but still annoying. And the fact that if the car did happen to get hit head-on, the air-bag would explode out and push his knees into his chest, causing his shattered leg bones to pierce his organs and possibly kill him. (At the very least, he would never walk again.)Ā
Speaking of which:Ā
āAnd put your seatbelt on!ā You barked, now noticing that he wasnāt wearing it past all of the files he had piled into his lap. āYou of all people should know how many deaths are caused by not wearing a seatbelt.āĀ
Spencer opened his mouth to spout out this exact statistic, but before he could get the words out, another voice entered the conversation.Ā
āAw, Reid, listen to your Mommy.āĀ
You were almost startled by Morganās voice coming from the open driverās side window so suddenly. His appearance there as if out of nowhere was so jarring that you couldnāt get caught up on the way he had called you Reidās Mommy. Your head whipped toward Morgan so quickly that you didnāt notice the flash across Spencerās features - worry, dawning. You didnāt take note of the way he rushed to comply with putting on his seatbelt. As if he was rushing to please you, even unconsciously.Ā
āI bet if youāre a good boy, she might even breastfeed you when you get there.āĀ
Morgan then pursed his lips and made loudly suckling noises, clearly imitating breastfeeding in what he thought was a comedic way.Ā
Again - glaring at the muscled man through the open window, you didnāt see Spencerās reaction. You didnāt see the way his large, glassy eyes flickered to your breasts (only emphasized by your own seatbelt crossed over the center of your chest) before he forced himself to focus on the files in front of him so that he wouldnāt feel so caught.
āShut up.ā You told Morgan, your voice so commanding and firm that his simple order was enough to get him to stop his antics.Ā
āAnd give me the address already.ā You held out your hand expectantly, and Morgan handed you the file, which you placed onto the center console.Ā
Then, you turned back to him for one last point, determined to have the final word in the conversation.Ā
āBesides, we both know that youāre the one whoās got an obsession with my breasts, anyway. Just because you stare while wearing sunglasses, doesnāt mean I donāt notice. My eyes are up here, pal.ā You told him sharply.Ā
He let out a scoff at this, and rolled his eyes behind his dark frames - but he made no clever comeback.Ā
You had successfully bested him. And with that knowledge, you rolled up the window and left him standing dumbly in the parking lot as you sped off.Ā
ā¦Ā
You pulled over later to put the address into the GPS system, and you let out a long-winded groan when you found that it was more than four hours away. Four hours and twenty five minutes.Ā
So you pulled over again to get gas and stocked up on snacks, and you were surprised that Reid wasnāt giving you some lesson about the colloquial use of āsodaā and āpopā (thinking that you hadnāt listened the other ten times when he had gone on the same rambling point about linguistics and how language evolves).Ā
He was being far too quiet for your liking.Ā
But he was keeping his eyes glued to the files, and you guessed that he was churning over something in that big brain of his, like he usually was.Ā
You were entirely surprised when the next time he spoke - it wasnāt about the case at all.Ā
āHow - how do you know that Morgan likes your breasts?ā He asked, his voice low and mousy, looking straight ahead as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap.Ā
āWhat?ā You gaped, the word flying out of your mouth as your brain was utterly slow to process what he had just said.Ā
Hearing Spencer use the word ābreastsā was jarring, but somehow utterly adorable. You found it stirring a slight heat within you. Especially because he was still so shy. The whole thing made you want to pin him down and force the shyness out of him.Ā
Spencer felt the need to further explain himself.Ā
āWhen - when you were talking to him, you said: āwe both know that youāre the one whoās got an obsession with my breasts.āā He said, repeating back what you had said, word for word, using that perfect memory of his.Ā
You wondered if thatās what he had been doing, sitting there in his seat so silently for the past hour of the car ride - going over the conversation again and again in his head, trying to make sense of it. And because he couldnāt make any sense of it by himself, now he was consulting you.Ā
Again, you found it so utterly adorable.Ā
āMorgan didnāt deny it. So - was it a hypothesis based on something, or did you just call him out hoping that you werenāt wrong?ā Reid continued, sparing only a singular glance in your direction, a look that you caught out of the corner of your eye with your gaze still mostly focused ahead on the road.Ā
You found it intensely cute that he was using the word āhypothesisā in this situation. You wondered if he ever turned it off - the textbook big words and the intellect that he always carried himself with. You wondered if you could make him turn it off. You wondered if there was any situation where Spencer Reid could be as stupid as any other man - chasing a bone, desperate to get his nut off.Ā
For the first time ever - you imagined Spencer Reid underneath you, blabbering nonsense, begging for release with your hand around his cock as you pumped him, red and aching, so slick in your palm. Desperate, empty-headed, beautifully stupid.Ā
(See, this was what happened when you were forced to do grunt work. You got bored. And when you got bored - you had to entertain yourself somehow.)Ā
āIt was a pretty well-informed hypothesis.ā You replied. Now that Spencer had brought the topic up, you certainly werenāt going to shy away from the discussion. āMorgan often brings up my sex life, and wants to engage in detailed discussions about my sexual encounters with me. So I assume that he spends a fair amount of time thinking about me in a sexual way.āĀ
Reid let out a choked-off noise at this.Ā
You continued.Ā
āPlus, heās always staring down my top. Heās not exactly subtle.āĀ
āYou - you actually notice that kind of thing?ā He chirped, his voice becoming a few octaves higher as worry flooded him.Ā
You bit your lip, suppressing a grin.Ā
Of course, you had noticed the times that Spencer stared at your breasts as well. He was even less subtle about it than Morgan was. You didnāt mind it when he did it, because you knew that Spencer wasnāt exactly casanova. He didnāt have a different girl every other week like Morgan did, so taking a glance down your shirt when he passed you a morning coffee was probably about as much action as he got.Ā
Secretly, letting him get away with it was your gift to him.Ā
āDonāt worry about it, baby.ā You told him, the pet name slipping out mindlessly as you reached over and gently patted his knee as a form of reassurance.Ā
This movement unintentionally drew his eyes toward your chest, especially in his desperation to look anywhere but your face, not wanting to make eye contact with you. But he found his eyes glued to the swell of your breasts once again - hating how perfect they looked, even through the simple cotton shirt and plain bra that you wore.Ā
āSorry, Mommy.ā The word slipped out before he could even consciously process it. āSorry!āĀ
Spencer raised a hand to smack his own face at lightning speed, and slumped down into his seat in embarrassment.Ā
You bit your lip to suppress a grin. It stirred a filthy heat in your belly. But you knew that Spencer likely needed a while to sit with this and wouldnāt want to talk about it - not yet. So you reached over and turned on the radio, letting the music fill the space so that the silence wasnāt so awkward and gutting.Ā
ā¦
Spencer didnāt talk for the entirety of the rest of the car ride, which didnāt surprise you.Ā
When you finally arrived at the ex-wifeās house, his hands were shaking with nerves as he tried to unlatch his seatbelt. You probably should have just left him alone to struggle, but an evil spark, likely fueled by the boredom of the day, flared up inside of you. You couldnāt resist the urge to lean over the console, very purposefully showing off your breasts as you gently pushed his hands away and undid the belt for him.Ā
āHere, let Mommy get that for you.ā You said, distinct teasing on your breath as you mumbled the words into his ear.Ā
Spencer huffed out a deep sigh and collapsed back into his seat, and pushed his hair out of his face in frustration. But he didnāt say anything more as you gathered the files in preparation for the interview.Ā
He only spoke when you moved to get out of the car.Ā
āLook, I-ā He began a half assed explanation, and you easily cut him off.Ā
āYou let Morgan get in your head too much.ā You told him with a chuckle, opening your door and getting out.Ā
But as he forced himself to follow you with numb limbs - he knew that this definitely wasnāt all Morganās fault.Ā
ā¦Ā
The ex-wife didnāt know much.Ā
She described the marriage as hell - the suspect exhibited all the typical behaviors as a husband that they would have expected. He hated women, and he wanted full control over his wife at the time, which eventually led down the path of divorce. They had to sell the house they had bought together, but neither of them had moved out of Texas since. But he hadnāt contacted her in years.Ā
She had two young kids from a new relationship, and when the woman stepped out to take a call, you picked one of them up to soothe his cries, hushing him gently while you rubbed his back.Ā
Because of this, Spencer found himself even more dizzy and confused.Ā
He knew that it was Frueadian - some deep, misguided part of his psychology - something broken and missing inside of him because of his own fractured childhood.Ā
But seeing you being so sweet with a kid, especially after the day heād had - he wasnāt sure if he wanted to be your baby, or if he wanted to shoot his cum so deep inside you that it would ensure he could give you one.Ā
(Ultimately, he knew that it was likely both - and that didnāt answer any questions for him. It just gave him far more questions.)Ā
ā¦Ā
Even though the ex-wife couldnāt give you guys much more than you already knew, Hotch wanted you and Spencer to stay close by in case the suspect decided to make his ex-wife the end game. The two of you would be able to make it to her first if she called for help.Ā
So you and Spencer had dinner at a random local barbeque place off the highway and Spencer still didnāt talk much through it, other than posing some theories about the case. Even though he was a bit more talkative, he still refused to look at you - he stared down at his plate the whole time. Though whenever he did look up, you noticed that his eyes lingered on your chest - and he still wouldnāt look you in the eye.Ā
By the time the bill came around and the two of you were ready to leave, you knew exactly what you had to do.Ā
ā¦Ā
Spencer waited by the car with his bag while you checked in and got a motel room (needing to stay in town, you got a room for the night). When you came back, you handed him the room key and then moved to get your bag out of the car.Ā
āDoā¦ you already have yours?ā He asked quietly.Ā
āHmm?ā You hummed in reply, slinging the strap of your go-bag over your shoulder before you closed the back door and used the remote to lock up the car.Ā
āYour room key?āĀ
You suppressed another grin.Ā
āI only got one room.ā You told him. āYou donāt mind sharing with me, right?āĀ
You gave him a purposeful look - looked at him through your lashes, bit your lip slightly, and subtly squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, emphasizing them. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, but hopefully it seemed subtle.Ā
āI - uh - no.ā Spencer stuttered. āItās fine. We can share.ā He gave a grin, not wanting to appear upset, even though his entire body was racked with nerves.Ā
Spencer followed you to the room and he fumbled with the key with shaking hands for a moment before he sighed and then handed it to you.Ā
His insides quaked when he saw that there was only one bed.Ā
He wasnāt sure if he should say anything about it. The two of you had slept in the same room before, but you had never shared a bed before. Sure, you had slept near each other before. He had accidentally fallen asleep on your shoulder on the plane or vice versa. But you had never crawled into bed together with the intention of sleeping together.Ā
And yes, just the entendre behind it made Reidās head spin.Ā
He had a heavy knot in his gut, and hatefully - a distinct stirring in his crotch. He could only imagine how embarrassing it would be for you to wake up and see him compromised in some way. Or god forbid, if you caught him moaning in his sleep because of unconscious dreams that he couldnāt stop - for you to think that he was some kind of dirty sex pervert because of it.Ā
He felt an overwhelming need to clear the air overtake him. He had no clue how to broach the subject, but he knew that he wouldnāt be able to spend the night like this. He wouldnāt be able to sleep with this anxiety hanging over his head.Ā
He studied you carefully as you sat down on the edge of the bed, ditching your bag off to the side and heaving out a tired sigh as you began taking off your shoes.Ā
Spencer put down his own bag and then stood there, fidgeting nervously as he searched for words.Ā
āI - uh - I am sorry about earlier.ā He mumbled out the beginnings of an apology. āWhat Morgan said was stupid, and I-āĀ
āI donāt think it was stupid.āĀ
You let out a chuckle, and reached up the back of your shirt. Spencer found himself frozen, his eyes tracing your every moment as you unhooked your bra underneath your shirt and then moved to maneuver the straps out from your short sleeves while you kept talking.Ā
āI think he had a point.ā You added on. āGood boys should get a reward. And I think you were fairly good today. You didnāt eat all your veggies at dinner, but you kept your feet off the dashboard and you were quiet during the car ride. You definitely get points for being patient during such a long trip, baby.āĀ
Your voice smoothed into a soothing tone, that word - baby - melting like butter over your tongue in a way that made Spencerās knees wobble. He hadnāt known it until right now, but you calling him a āgood boyā and listing off such mundane things he had done that made him worthy of a reward fired off sparks inside of his brain.Ā
A breath choked off inside of his throat as you stood up off the bed and peeled your bra completely out from under your shirt. Somehow it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen, revealing the hard peaks of your nipples and the beautiful natural teardrop shape of your breasts to him through the cotton fabric.Ā
Spencer wanted to speak, but his tongue felt so heavy and dry inside of his mouth. He knew that he was staring at your chest so blatantly now, but he couldnāt peel his eyes away. He couldnāt even feel ashamed anymore.Ā
That dull tingle in his crotch had turned into a full on stinging interest, and he unconsciously pulled at the fabric of his pants, trying to loosen some of the tension that was growing, not even considering how it might look to you - him dumbly reaching for his crotch to make it look looser when his hardening bulge was becoming more obvious by the second.Ā
It was one of the most ācavemanā things he had ever done in front of you - standing there with his mouth hanging slightly agape, pulling at his crotch without caring how it looked. You definitely wanted more, wanted to see how dumb he could get. How far you could make him devolve.Ā
āSo what do you say, baby boy?ā You hummed, stepping close into his personal space now, causing him to get a whiff of your perfume - something that was only a dull trace after such a long day, but still smelled so good. āDo you want Mommy to breastfeed you? Do you wanna suck on my tits as your reward?āĀ
You gently ran a thumb across his cheek, and paired with the words, Spencerās brain short-circuited.Ā
He knew realistically that you werenāt actually offering to breastfeed him. There was no evidence in your life to say that your body could actually support the production of milk currently - but you were offering to let him play pretend. To suck on your tits with a very sexual air, to call you Mommy without the teasing humiliation behind it that Morgan had hinted at (or maybe Spencer liked that humiliation, he wasnāt even sure). (He hadnāt even known before this morning that he liked the idea of calling you Mommy, but here he was).Ā
All he could conjure in response was the dumbest, non-human sound.Ā
āNngh.āĀ
It was a grunt from the back of his throat - too much blood swelling to his cock all at once and too much direct attention from you making him dizzy.Ā
You giggled quietly.Ā
āCome on, baby. Just say the word. And Mommy will give you everything you need.āĀ
Spencer inhaled sharply. At this point, he was desperate to get some oxygen to his brain.Ā
His mind was racing, chanting out:Ā
āYes! God, yes! I want it so badly, Mommy! I want anything youāll give me. I need you. I need you so badly.āĀ
But all his lips could form in the wake of such dizzying lust was:Ā
āPlease.āĀ
āGood boy.ā You sighed.Ā
You used a hand on his chin to tilt his face up to meet yours, and you consumed him in a kiss - he was hungry and eager to meet your touch, moaning loudly into your mouth, his hands racing to touch you now, rushing up to grip on your hips in the most utterly needy way. He balled the fabric of your shirt in his fists, like he couldnāt get enough of you - like he was afraid you would dissolve away if he let go of you for even a second.Ā
It was cute, to say the least.Ā
You only let the kiss last for a moment, though. You pulled away to a disappointed whine from Spencer, which you quietly hushed.Ā
āHey, itās okay baby.ā You soothed him. āCome here. Mommyās gonna take good care of you.āĀ
You lead him toward the bed, getting rid of his tie in the process, and Spencer stepped out of his shoes along the way. You slid onto the bed and laid up on the pillows on your back, Spencer clumsily following you, crawling on all fours. The two of you had barely started, but he was full-on panting now, racing to catch his breath while his blood hammered through his veins.Ā
He watched on with eager curiosity while you got comfortable, fluffing the pillow under your head before you then reached down and pulled up your shirt. You pulled the fabric to sit up under your chin, finally revealing your gorgeous breasts to him.Ā
If he was lost for words before, then he had receded back to a total neanderthal now.Ā
His mouth fell open and his salivary glands started working overtime as his eyes raked hungrily over your chest - enjoying the pure beauty of the fatty mounds, striped with zig-zagging stretch marks and completed by your hard peaked nipples.Ā
āHere, come on, baby.āĀ
You had to remind Spencer what the goal was, guiding him into place with a hand on the back of his head. You helped ease his body to lay on top of yours as he relaxed into you - and his mouth finally found its rightful place on your breast. He became greedy, suctioning hard on your nipple as though he might actually get something out of it.Ā
Truthfully, he did get something out of this.Ā
It definitely wasnāt any form of nutrition, but it was something that drove him lustfully insane and made his head fuzzy and warm in the best way. This was the only time in his entire life that he didnāt have ten thousand thoughts running through his mind like the news blasting on television in the background. This was the only time since his first conscious memory that he had actually known his mind to be quiet.Ā
He felt intensely thankful for it. Intensely thankful toward you for giving him this feeling.Ā
In that moment, without all the noise, all he knew was the comforting feeling of your fat tit under his mouth, the heat of your body under his own as you cradled him. The soothing firmness of your hands through his hair and down his back - and the distant, sweet purring of your voice in his ears.Ā
āGood boy.ā You hummed, loving the feeling of him moaning around your nipple - so constant and so greedy now that you were sure he didnāt even know that he was doing it. āSuch a good boy for me. Such a good boy for Mommy.āĀ
Your cunt was humming between your thighs, aching so hard at seeing Spencer like this. The usually composed, intelligent, practically robotic Doctor Reid reduced down to a blubbering, moaning, needy mess just because he wanted to suck on your tits.Ā
Just because you had called yourself Mommy a few times in his presence.Ā
It was so utterly beautiful, and you wanted more.Ā
(You didnāt think that you could ever let him go after this. You probably wouldnāt be able to stand the idea of another woman touching him after this. But you would have to think on that more later.)Ā
You noticed Spencer canting his hips, unconsciously seeking friction against his hard cock while he continued to suck on your breast. With his eyes closed blissfully, drool gathering around his lips where they met your skin in the most utterly adorable way. You couldnāt help yourself - you scooted your knee between his thighs. You then used a hand to help his hips into place, adjusting him so that he was getting good friction against your denim-clad thigh.Ā
āThere you go. There you go, sweet boy.ā You hummed, feeling another jolt through your body when he let out a sharper moan against your tit, and began humping your leg in earnest.Ā
You were quick to encourage him, putting both hands on his hips and helping him along while he greedily hung onto you. He had on your hip, the other hand slipping up to cup fingers around the bottom of your breast, making sure you didnāt escape him while he moved his body against you so frantically.Ā
āThatās just what you needed, isnāt it, baby?ā You moaned out, your voice wavering slightly as the pleasure of it all thrummed through you. āJust a dumb little baby who needed Mommyās tit.āĀ
The term ādumb little babyā came flying out of your mouth before you could stop it. Though you knew exactly why it happened. Seeing such a brilliant genius reduced down to this truly did something to your ego. And apparently hearing those words from you did something to him, too.Ā
He whined sharply against your skin and his hips stuttered abruptly. You knew it wouldnāt be long before he came in his pants, his cock throbbing against the friction of your thigh. And this thought alone caused your mouth to run off without restraint.Ā
āSuch a needy little thing.ā You sighed. āYou love being Mommyās dumb baby, donāt you? Not a single fucking thought between your ears, just sucking on Mommyās tit without a care in the world.āĀ
Spencer moaned and it sent another jolt through your body - another harsh pang through your cunt. You loved how much he needed you. You loved how much he was clearly eating this up.Ā
You didnāt even care if you got to cum tonight; you just wanted to exhaust him for all he was worth. Because he was so fucking pretty like this.Ā
āYou gonna cum for me, baby boy? You gonna cum for Mommy? Come on, baby. Cum for me.āĀ
These words were what ultimately sent him over the edge. Well that along with your strong hands on his hips, encouraging him along while he was mindless and busy mouthing on your breast.
His jaw dropped open, finally loosening that desperate suction on your now slightly sore nipple as he began to pant frantically over your now spit-soaked skin. He moaned hotly while he humped you in an entirely adorable, almost distraught manner - absolutely desperate to have the most friction on his cock while his orgasm overtook him.Ā
You could feel his needy cock throbbing against you, trapped inside of his pants, shooting off hot ropes of cum that quickly soaked into his underwear and even then, seeped into the fabric of his slacks. You grinned and bit your lip as you felt that wetness even beginning to soak into your jeans, knowing he must have set off quite a big load.Ā
Spencer soon collapsed on top of you, gulping in air as he tried to catch his breath.Ā
Any normal person would have taken pity on him (seeing as he was clearly nervous and inexperienced) and wound things down to end the night here. Anyone else would have likely let him rest.Ā
But again, you felt devilish temptation overtake you. (It was a feeling that seemed to be much more ripe around Spencer Reid.)Ā
You just felt thankful that your temptation and inclination toward chaos came in the form of lust, rather than something more violent, like the people you studied every single day. Everyone around you should be thankful for that.Ā
You used your leverage (and the fact that you werenāt nearly as exhausted from the experience) to flip him over onto his back. He let out a surprised sound as his back made contact with the mattress - blinking up at you with shocked, glassy eyes as you moved down his body slightly.Ā
āWha-?ā He mumbled out the question, only getting out part of the word before you reached for the zipper on the front of his now wet pants.Ā
āHey, shh, baby. I just wanna see you.ā You told him quietly, causing him to stare down the length of his own body at your hands as you worked.Ā
You got the button and zipper undone quickly and you let out a quiet āfuckā as you peeled back the wet fabric of his grey slacks to reveal the sight of his simplistic (very Reid) white cotton underwear slightly transparent and stuck tight to his cock, coated in wet, sticky cum.Ā
āSo pretty baby.āĀ
He only whined in response.Ā
You couldnāt help yourself - you reached up and pulled down the waistband of his underwear, feeling more lust pricking through you as he was truly revealed to your eyes. He was perfect. Glossy and wet with his own release, his cock pinky red from the exertion and friction, still half hard. You pulled the clothes down over his hips and he lifted his body to help you, clearly glad to be rid of the mess, and the second you untangled the fabric from his ankles and ditched everything aside, you were back on him.Ā
You skimmed the tips of your fingers oh-so-lightly up his shaft where it was sprawled across his pelvis, and his hips jolted. He let out a bitter gasp - as though cold water had been splashed across him.Ā
āYou said-ā He choked on the words as you ran your thumb right underneath the crown, gently pressing into the head, causing him to choke on a moan while his knees quaked.Ā
You sat on his knees to keep him still and his head became so fuzzy once again.Ā
āYou said that you only wanted to look.āĀ
The sentence died off in his lungs somewhere, and truthfully - he didnāt want to protest. He didnāt want you to stop.Ā
āSens-sensitive.ā He whined. āToo much.āĀ
āBut youāre so pretty, baby.ā You replied, your voice turning smooth and warm like butter again, melting over his whole body, causing all of his muscles to go soft and pliant for you. āYour cock is so pretty. I need to touch you.āĀ
He let out another strangled noise when you cupped your hand and took him fully in your grip this time, giving one good tug across his cock from root to tip. When you did this again, faster this time, his lungs seized inside his chest - trying to take in oxygen so quickly, as though he were drowning on dry land.Ā
āYou gonna be good for me, baby?āĀ
āYes.ā He gargled back in response. āYes, Mommy.āĀ
He was already so wet from cumming in his pants, and he let out a pathetic dribble of precum as you continued to move your hand - so it was an easy, slick slide. One that sent harsh shockwaves through him from overstimulation. Against his own will, he soon ballooned back to full hardness - becoming painfully swollen in your hand while you sped up your touch and closed your fist tighter around him. It caused the most wonderful hurt between his legs, and made a downright filthy wet sound as you pumped your grip faster along his needy cock.Ā
Spencer heard wailing and felt the soreness against his throat before he realized that he was the one making those desperate sounds. He distantly wondered what it might sound like to someone else, if the rooms on either side were occupied, if the motel would receive a noise complaint about some frail woman getting fucked to death by her husband next door - because thatās what he sounded like in his own ears.Ā
But any of those half-thoughts were chased out of his brain the second you flicked your thumb up over the head of his cock and your dirty mouth filled his ears once again.Ā
āGonna milk this pretty cock, baby.ā You told him, your voice firm. āYou gonna show Mommy how much you can cum for me? Gonna show me what a good boy you are?āĀ
Spencer let out another pathetic sound, his body singing with pleasure at his pure need to prove to you that - yes, he was a good boy.Ā
He felt tears wet on the side of his face before he realized that he was crying, but it was all too good to ask you to stop.Ā
You used your other hand to cradle his balls and you swooped down to capture his gasping mouth in another kiss (a very messy, open mouthed kiss that Spencer could barely pay attention to). Spencer screamed into your mouth while he painted his stomach with cum once again.
You only stopped jerking his cock once you had truly milked every last drop from him, his hips seizing up off the bed and your hand almost slipping off him completely from how sloppily wet it was with more of his cum added to the mix.Ā
He was purely exhausted then. His eyes blinked heavily, struggling to stay open. He vaguely remembered you cleaning him off and tucking him into bed - but he definitely enjoyed falling asleep curled up next to your warmth.Ā
ā¦
The next morning, Spencer felt hungover.Ā
He wondered if thatās what good sex always felt like - the combination of endorphins rushing through your body and physical exertion tackling you over. His legs were sore, as though he had run several miles. (Which wasnāt even something he could make a bold comparison to anyway, because he didnāt exercise nearly as much as he should for someone with this job). He woke up starving, grateful when you drove to a diner down the road after checking out of the motel and planted him in one of the booths before going outside to call Hotch in order to touch base with the rest of the team.Ā
You came back with a small grin on your face.Ā
āTurns out that tip the ex-wife gave us about their first house in Arlington was pretty solid.ā You told Reid. āThey caught the guy on his way there. He had another girl in the trunk. They got her back mostly unarmed, and took him into custody.āĀ
Spencer nodded. āThatās good.āĀ
When he moved to grab another sugar packet out of the caddy on the side of the table, three of them already open and empty beside his cup of coffee, you grabbed him by the wrist.Ā
āThatās enough, baby.ā You told him.Ā
His stomach curled, that distinct feeling running through him again. And against his will, that word slipped out - again.Ā
āYes, Mommy.ā
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A/N: This is a standalone oneshot. There won't be a sequel or a continuation, so please do not ask for one. If you liked the fic, please comment about the body of work that has been written, or consider reblogging to show your appreciation. If you want to see more Spencer Reid fics that I have written, you can check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist, or you can check out my Masterlists for other fandoms to see if anything catches your eye. Thank you for reading!
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(š) ššš: I NEED LOVEAND AFFECTION.
"how they love to give you affection" ā ( hajime umemiya, hayato suo, haruka sakura, jo togame, + choji tomiyama )
gn!reader ; fluff, slight cursing, metaphors, very light suggestion in suo and togame's parts. nothing just cute stuff, maybe ooc for togame?
forcing myself to write rn. wanna guess who i like the most lmao? smaus for them will be out soon! kuroshitsuji ver.
hugs
there's honestly no surprise here, hm? he's like a walking bear at times, specifically with his hugs. sure, at (rare) times he gives some encouraging hugs to the furin boys, but his bear-hugging arms are reserved for you.
umemiya has healing hugs. paired with his ability to sense a positive or negative change in others, he often surprises you with them, rubbing his face into you, swinging you around a bit with a bright smile on his face, hearty laughter from his lips.
he enjoys the way you feel wrapped in his touch. the way you lean your head against his chest or shoulder, sinking into his embrace.
it's a way he feels extremely close to you, not like how he wants (he wants to melt into your skin), but it's close enough to provide the both of you with the comfort and intimacy the both of you crave.
light kisses
despite the way he seems, he quite enjoys kisses. specifically, giving them. he enjoys giving and recieving affection equally, though there's something special about those little kisses he gives to the palm of your hand, or your knuckles. he peppers them everywhere, but those are his two favorite spots.
his eye watches the way you get flustered. especially, when he decides to make a show of it and bows to one knee to kiss you. "my liege," he'd joke, laughing at your embarrassed reaction.
he loves the way you jump, goosebumps along your arms from the way his lips ghost along your skin, tickling the small hairs on your arms. his entire aim with affection is making you flustered.
if he truly wishes to fluster you, maybe make you a bit hot, he breaths on ear, the air tickling your skin. he presses his lips to the tip of your ear, whispering a comment of praise. it amuses him how you jump and crumble from such a small action.
of course, he plays dumb, pressing another light kiss to your skin. "i haven't a clue what you mean, love."
anything (handholding).
anything flusters him. he doesn't typically initiate intimacy, it's normally you. so he doesn't have a particular favorite thing to do to give you affection. the closest he'll get to initiating something, is handholding. so perhaps that's his favorite to give you?
a combination of hugs and kisses
togame is slow-paced, he has a lazy energy to him more often than not.
he lazily wraps his arms around your waist, grunting as he pulls you back with him as he sits down. he smiles at the shriek you let out when you fall backwards with him. "calm down, will ya?"
togame bury's his face into your neck, securely holding you close to him. his lips press light kissed from behind your ear and to your shoulder, his thumbs sneaking beneath your shirt to rub circles against your skin.
there's nothing more that he loves than hugging you close to him and feeling the heat of your body. especially your neck when he peppers kisses on them. the press of your thighs against his, your back to his chest. his hands drift your thighs, squeezing them lightly, "i hope you know, i love you..." he often falls asleep like this, lightly snoring against your back, tugging you onto his lap so you don't leave.
a combination of handholding and hugs
choji is the type of guy to jump and hug you. he wraps his arms so tight, both you and togame have to tell him to let go. the both of you often fall over from the force of him. it's more of his favorite way to greet you than favorite way to show affection.
aside from surprise hugs and clinging to you, he likes to hold your hand. he's perpetually stuck in the childish way of aggressively swinging your arms back and forth as he does, happily smiling an apology when you reach your destination.
he likes to squeeze your hand at times, either to comfort himself, or you.
choji leans close, rubbing his face against you, proving to those you walk around that you are his. there's no shortage of glares he gives people who stare too hard or talk too long ro you.
regardless, he loves being right next you; keeping you close while proving you're together. and as far as cuddling goes??? he's wrapped around you like a fucking monkey. he is NAWT letting you go once he has his hands on you.
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Astrology Observations Pt. 9 š³
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DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!!
š³ mercury-mc aspects and people perceiving you as a naturally funny and smart person, SUPER WITTY too. Also could be someone who is known to gossip aroundš¤š!!
š³ venus-uranus aspects in the natal makes the native attracted to people who are ādifferentā from them, say they like people from different cultures from themselves, or different styles or thereās something different about the ppl they like! possibly because of the level of intrigue they bringš¤Ø
š³ merc-pluto aspects and lowkey (or highkey lmfao) having a superiority complex and thinking youāre better than others especially if you have fire signs in the chart toošš, donāt blame yāall tbh, yāall are THAT bitch frš
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š³ I read somewhere that the placement of a tattoo is believed to activate the energy of that specific area. For instance, getting a tattoo on your arms, hands, or fingers is said to enhance communication. One example I can think of is Jungkook from BTS, his entire arm is covered in tattoos, which aligns with his role as a singer and could symbolize enhanced communication skills š¤
š³ wherever chiron is placed can show what you can do to heal on a deeper level, for instance chiron in the 8th and 12th house, please go deep into spirituality - practice meditation, mindfulness, tarot and another esoteric practices, you will genuinely feel healed.
š³ whenever venus is in retrograde and you have the urge to reach out to an ex or you feel like starting a new relationship, DO.NOT. Venus retrograde is calling you to find what you need to work on internally and to NOT seek external validation. what you seek in someone else is what you need to work on yourself. Instead of seeking validation from a partner, seek that validation from yourself!!š
š³ pluto in the houses shows how and where we self destruct, for instance pluto in the 3rd house OVERTHINKING everything and ruining experiences for you, Pluto in the 5th house getting involved in unnecessary drama, pluto in the 10th house caring too much about how YOU are perceived and willing to step on others to get ahead in life
š³ uranus in the 1st/3rd/5th/11th and 12th house gives immense creativity when it comes video editing or editing in general! most editors with fan accs probably have these placements š±
š³ you tend to get more involved in spirituality, like looking up tarot readings or going through astrology observations, when you have 8th or 12th house synastry with someone lmao. These overlays will have you looking up tarot readings or scrolling intently through Tumblr to learn more and more about this placement or overlay ššš feral behaviour frrr
š³ no cause I wanna talk about how 8th house synastry and missed opportunities are such a BIG thing. It's like when things are finally looking up for you both, something always seems to go wrong and stops you from getting together š
š³ based on personal experience, the worst type of men I've encountered had four common placements, especially in their big 3 and these are taurus, gemini, virgo and scorpio. Me being a sag dom with a virgo dsc and a scorpio venus doesnāt help cause I keep attracting these placements when it comes to menššš. But fr tho I'm TRAUMATIZED by themšš. When I see any of these in a manās big 3, I'M SPRINTING FAAAAR AWAYšš©we outta here
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āāā±Featuring: Ā Haruka Sakura, Jo Togame, Kyotaro Sugishita, Hajime Umemiya, Akihiko Nirei, Hayato Suo x fem!reader
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āāā±Tags: fem!reader, minor spoiler warning for the manga (nothing too specific mentioned), aged up, smut, threesome, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, praising, degradation, dacryphilia, oral (m&f receiving), etc.
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a/n: Please be gentle with me I havenāt written anything proper in like 2 years lmao. But Iām currently obsessed with windbreaker and figured Iād take matters into my own hands for creating some content for these boys. Enjoy some spicy headcannons! You know the drill, 18+ content MDNI.
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-Sakura is a damn mess. I love this boy so much but he is. Because lets be honest, even getting together with Sakura was a project. This poor baby never even had someone show him friendship let alone love.
-(Slight Manga Spoilers) Sakura has gone to Togame for help before when it came to Ā the battle with Noroshi, and Togame has proven himself to be someone Sakura can rely on. Sakura treats everything like a fight, this is no different.
-Togame, in comparison, had much more experience. Being in Shishitoren was a lot on Togame before he met Sakura, so he had his fair share of sexual partners to relieve some stress.
-Sakura was new to relying on others, and even newer to asking for help. His face a bright red and a deep furrow in his brows. Togame took one look at his expression, eyebrows raising in curiosity. āWhatās up Sakura, you good?ā He had asked lazy crooked smile in place, tough heād be lying if he wasnāt a bit concerned.
-Sakuraās scowl only deepened in response. āI need your help with something.ā When Togame had urged him to go on, between clenched teeth he had asked him to help him pleasing his partner.
-To say Togame was shocked would be an understatement. Sakuraās furrow in his brow deepened. āListen, I know your much more experienced than I am, I just.. I want to make sure she feels good too. But I fucking swear one smart ass comment and Iāll beat your ass into next week. You got it?ā Togameās eyes softened he knew how Sakura was, how hard it was for him to ask for help. He must really care for you. He agreed without a second thought.
-It wasnāt long before he found himself in your shared bedroom. His eyes wide at your form clad in nothing but a cute matching set the both of your cheeks adorned with the same bright red hue. He had to remind himself why he was here. He was here to help his friend, but gods were you so damn beautiful.
You felt so exposed, tears collecting on your lashes, as Togame has you spread open for Sakura. Your back resting against Togameās chest, your thighs hooked over his, fully exposing your dripping center to Sakuraās hungry gaze. Togameās long fingers drawing lazy circles over your needy clit. Your essence was dripping from your opening onto the sheets below, it had felt like Togame had been teasing your for hours, mind already swimming and neither of them had even filled your cunt. Togameās other hand gently thumbing at your nipple, had you wiggling desperately in his grasp.
āSee, Sakura, you need to take your time. You see how much of a mess her pretty pussy is making?ā He chuckles, deep and breathy, right into your ear. āAll that wetness is gonna make it feel so much better for the both of you. Plus just see for yourself how sexy it soundsā
Sakura felt like he was going to explode, his cheeks radiating warmth with how red they were, his cock straining against his pants, aching for attention. Ā All Sakura could do is nod eyes locked on your dripping cunt. āGo ahead Sakura, slowly slip two fingers inside, thatās it, see how easy it is?ā he grins at the look on Sakuraās face at the squelching sound your cunt makes, coupled with the sound that falls from your lips at the feeling of his fingers stretching your once empty cunt. āsh-shut the fuck up I know how to put my fingers inside, assholeā Sakura grumbles, but he couldnāt deny Togame was right, theyāve never slipped in with such ease before.
Togame chuckles once more. āOh sheās so responsive, how adorable~ā Sakuraās eyes are wide, heās never heard you make that sound before, he quickly gets drunk on your reactions, fingers gliding in and out of your cunt with ease with how wet you were. Togame continues to guide Sakura, telling him just how to position his fingers in such a way that he is repeatedly hitting the spot deep inside you that has your vision going white.
āOh! H-Haruka, right there, please please Iām gonna~ā You cry out, embarrassed at how loud your volume had gotten as you beg for release. Togame finally picks up speed, his fingers no longer drawing lazy patterns but circling your clit faster now. āThatās it doll, donāt hold back, show Sakura how good heās making you feel.ā Sakura watches intently, mesmerized, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers body trembling as he and Togameās fingers guide you through your orgasm. Sakura surging forward, lips claiming yours hungrily, swallowing your moans. Coming down from you high, breaths panting as you try and calm your racing heart and trembling thighs.
āAlright Sugar, I think your ready for the main event.ā Both you and Sakuraās eyes widen at Togameās words, you were both in for a long night.
Umemiya & Sugishita
-Letās be honest here, Sugishita is trusting NO ONE other than Umemiya. He hold so much respect for him and I feel like if heās going to anyone its him.
-I feel like his partner also spends plenty of time with Umemiya, so it wouldnāt be a stranger who is being invited into their bedroom. A good bit of Sugishitaās time is spent helping Umemiya in the garden or with meetings, so its safe to say that his partner spends a good bit of their time on the rooftop with them.
-Sugishita also knows that Umemiya will be gentle and not push any boundaries that Ā him or his partner are uncomfortable with. He finds some relief knowing Umemiya isnāt going to go all sadistic on his partner.
-That being said Sugishita is still so nervous to ask for help. Heās worried in some way heād be disappointed in him for not being able to fulfill his partners needs. Umemiya is so caught off-guard when he asks too, Sugishita rarely ever asks for help so as the leader and viewing Furinās members as his siblings of course heās happy to help! Though Sugishitaās next words were ones he couldnāt have guessed even if he tried.
-When the time comes, and the three of you are in the comfort of your bed, they dwarf your frame. These boys are BIG, Sugishita is 6ā3ā and Umemiya is 6ā2ā so honeybun Iām praying for you for real.
-Umemiya is so patient, his gentle words guiding both of your actions, he is fully in hold of the reins. He has the both of you hanging on to his every word.
āThatās it Sugishita, be gentle, ease into her. She how much easier it slides in after warming her up?ā Umemiyaās voice is tender, guiding Sugishitaās actions and easing your mind. His deep baritone spoken directly in your ear has you letting out shudder. Sugishita lets out a deep groan, you were always tight, normally struggling to take his girth. But your velvet walls pulled him in the wetness from the last hour Umemiya spent between your thighs making him slide in with ease.
āSo.. fucking.. tightā Sugishita grunts, heeding his mentorās word, resisting the urge to slam into you desperate to feel more of you. You whimper at the stretch, Umemiya titling your chin upwards, lips meeting your own. His tongue exploring your mouth, large hands roaming your body. One hand circles a sensitive nipple, the other has his fingers tracing mindless shapes on your clit. Effectively distracting you from the stretch of Sugishita entering your tight heat. The both of you moan loudly as Sugishita bottoms out, feeling filled to the brim and he hadnt even gotten started. āThatās it, give her a moment, let her get accustomed. Its okay sweetheart, poor little thing your tight little pussy is so full isnāt it baby?ā The gentle tone of Umemiyaās voice contradicts the absolute filth that leaves his mouth. His words having you wiggling your hips desperate for more. āPlease, Kyo, more.. please fuck meā
Umemiya grins, the desperate tone in your voice has his own cock straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. āGo on Sugishita, she asked so nicely, are you gonna make her beg?ā He teases, having both of your cheeks flushing pink, as Sugishia begins to move. His hips rutting into yours,Ā your head being tossed back, resting on Umemiyaās shoulder. āPlease.. please.. touch me Umeā You beg, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears in your desperation.
The older man grins, lips attaching themselves to your neck, his fingers resuming their ministrations on your sensitive spots. Letting out a deep growl, Sugishita picks up the pace hips slamming into your own. āYou see that Sugishita, you see how deep you are inside her?ā He teases, pointing out the bulge in your tummy where he can practically see just how deep he was thrusting inside you. He gritted his teeth willing himself not to cum, not yet. Not when you felt so good, not when you were making such beautiful sounds.
Your hand reaches behind you, slipping inside Umemiyaās boxers, your small hand wrapping around his cock, giving an experimental tug not wanting to leave him out. He curses into your neck. His hips thrusting into you hand as you begin pumping his length in your hand. Sugishita couldnāt take it anymore, you felt too good, your sounds doing too much to him. You too were on the edge. āKyo, Kyo, please gonna..ā You come undone with a cry, Sugishita matching your actions, spilling himself into your waiting cunt. After catching your breath, you and Sugshita have a silent conversation with your eyes, his response being an approving nod and a grunt, as you turn your half lidded gaze up to Umemiya.
āUme.. please fuck me.. wanna make you feel good too.ā The white haired maleās eyes widening at your forwardness, but as he said to Sugishita earlier, he wasnāt going to make you beg when you asked so nicely.
-See these two hereā¦ I think this arrangement is a bit different from the others. Unlike Sakura & Sugishita, it isn't Nirei going to Suo for help for his partner, but rather Suo helping Nirei get some experience under his belt.
-Suo is already training Nirei, taking him under his wing to show him how to defend himself, to him this was just another lesson for him to give the blonde.
-Nirei was confused when Suo had texted him telling him to meet him at his apartment rather than their usual meeting spot for training. Regardless, he followed instruction, curious as to where Suo lived. After all these years of knowing him, he still only knew what Suo let him know about him he was a mystery to him.
-He met Nirei at the door his signature closed eye smile adorning his face, laced with mischief, as he led him inside. āy/n isnt here, Suo?ā Nirei had asked curiously, also with a twinge of nervousness.
-Suo was extremely perceptive, he noticed the cherry red that dusted Nireiās cheeks whenever you greeted him or made idle chatter. How could he not? You were breathtaking after all. So Suo would throw one of his closest friends a bone. Tilting his head with a smile. āOh no, sheās here, just in the bedroom waiting for our lesson.ā
-Nirei didnt know what he was expecting when he followed Suo into their bedroom, but he nearly fainted seeing you sat on the bed waiting patiently in nothing but your bra and panties. Before he could profusely apologize for catching you in such a state of undress and run, his friend had placed a firm hand on his shoulder. āTodayās lesson is going to be a bit different, today me and y/n are going to be teaching you about inflicting pleasure rather than pain.ā
-The nervous blonde thought his heart might just beat right out of his chest, was this a cruel prank from you both? Had Suo caught him staring at you and decided to give him a humiliating punishment?
-He would be a liar if he said he hadnāt imagined being with you before. If he hadnāt spent late nights fucking his fist, imagining it was you touching him instead. If he didnāt whimper your name in his pillow as he came.
-But when your big doe eyes met his, a delicate hand reached out to welcome him into the bed with a comforting nod of your head offering your consent, who was he to say no?
āHeās awfully eager isnāt he darling? Oops it seems like your mouths a bit full, how silly of me~ā Suo chuckled, tone in his voice teasing, as he stuffed your mouth full of his cock. His eye softening as he looked down at you, fingers carding gently before tugging just the way he knew you liked, forcing more of his cock down your throat.
Your moans sent vibrations around Suoās cock, he was right, Nirei was surely eager. His tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved. His inexperienced tongue was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Suo needing to remind him to take breaths. Said man, chuckled once more, teasing voice filling the room.
āNirei, she isnāt going anywhere weāre just getting started, make sure your focusing on her clit, thatās a boy just like, fuck, just like that.ā The tail end of his sentence he wasnāt sure which of you it was directed at, the way you bobbed your head taking him expertly in your throat had the normally composed man losing his bearings. Using his grip on your hair he lifted you off his length.
āCome here.ā He instructs the blonde, who reluctantly removed his face from its position buried between your thighs. You beckon Nirei to you with your hand in his, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. Tongue quickly overtaking his own, allowing him to taste Suo on his tongue, a stark reminder of who you belonged to. This seemed to please your boyfriend, enough for him to slot himself between your legs. His cock sliding in with ease due to the wetness from Nireiās saliva and your own arousal.
You moan, desperately into Nieriās mouth, head being tossed back at the feeling of Suoās cock filling you so deeply. His groan making both if you shudder. No time is wasted, you were quick to replace the empty feeling in your mouth with the blondeās cock. He let out a loud desperate moan as the warmth of your mouth welcomes him in, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck. Suo sets a brutal pace from the beginning, determined to have all three of you coming undone at the same time.
You and Nireiās moans and whimpers bounce off the walls, leaving no question of who was solely in control of you both in this moment. Suo felt the familiar spasm of your walls around him, indicating your impending release. āThatās it my love, come on, let go for me. Show Nirei how beautiful you look coming undone on my cock.ā
Heād be lying if he said he wasnāt close, the stimulation of your earlier ministrations bringing him to the edge faster than he normally would. Nirei is the first of you to come, a loud cry falling from his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks as he unloads into your waiting mouth. Nearly coming a second time just from the sight of you swallowing his cum, just so you would be able to cry out Suoās name as you came on his cock. Suo was the last to topple over the ledge, your orgasm triggering his own. Hands gripping your plush hips in an iron grip as he paints your walls white. The room is silent save for the sounds of panting, all three of you catching your breaths from such intense releases. Suoās voice is the first to break the silence.
āAlright Nirei, go on, if you clean her up real nice with your tongue I might just let you fuck her pretty cunt after.~ā
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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and as always likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing for these characters so I hope I did them some justice. See you in the next one!
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Paring(s):Ā Alpha!Dean Winchester x F!Omega!Reader
Summary: When Dean is forced to mark Y/N in order to not blow their cover on a case, it leads him to reveal a secret that he's been keeping since they met.
Square(s) Filled:Ā biting for @anyfandomkinkbingo
Tags:Ā 18+, true mates, smut, p in v, marking, a/b/o if that wasn't already obvious lmao, knotting
Word Count:Ā 3.7k
A/N:Ā Helloooo, it's been a minute. If I'm being honest, I have about 10-15 finished works just sitting in my "ready to post" folder, but posting is always such an ordeal, so they just stay there until I feel like dealing with Tumblr. But, this one I did write over the last two days after I finished reading Bride by Ali Hazelwood, which I loved so much that it made me want to dip my toes into the Omegaverse! That being said, I don't know how much in here is actually in line with A/B/O "rules", but I know I needed to twist some things to fit the story (e.g. in this specific A/B/O fic/universe, claiming marks will fade if they're not true mates). Huge thank you to my A/B/O girlies, @makeadealwithdean and @emoryhemsworth, for reading it over, I love you both to the moon and back! I hope you all enjoy!
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āWe get in, find the knife, get out, got it?ā Dean asks, looking between Sam in the front seat and Y/N in the back, making sure everyone is on the same page. They both nod once in understanding, before the three of them make their way out of the car, their doors slamming shut simultaneously.Ā
Y/N stares up at the mansion before them, the music loud, the party raging. Itās some charity event thrown by the wealthiest Alpha in the state, and he just happens to have the weapon they need to finish out this hunt. Y/N stumbles a bit, tripping over the cobblestone driveway in her heels, and she catches the sleeve of Deanās suit to steady herself. He shoots her a glare that tells her to pull it together. They need to blend in.
āSorry,ā she whispers.
āHere,ā Dean replies, grabbing her wrist and pulling it through the crook formed by his bent elbow, forcing them to walk arm-in-arm.
āI donāt need āā
āYou are an Omega, Y/N. And there are upwards of a hundred Alphas here who can all smell it. So what you need to do is start acting like one. Just because Iām not some asshole Alpha who demands your respect doesnāt mean they arenāt, and we canāt risk drawing attention to ourselves.ā
Y/N takes a deep breath and plasters on a fake smile as they move slowly up the driveway. āAnyone who demands my respect just because of some bullshit biological hierarchy doesnāt deserve it,ā she grits out.
Dean stops, turning to face her, one of his hands on either side of her biceps. āDo you want to be on this case or not?āĀ
His voice is lower than usual, demanding and gruff. A voice he only uses when he wants to remind her that he is an Alpha, and bullshit biological hierarchy aside, her body is wired to listen to him.Ā
She gulps, and he tries not to focus on the bob in her throat, the pulse in her neck near her gland, the scent of her. The moment he met her he knew who she was, what they were. Are. Heās been taking scent blockers since before he met her, finding it far easier to interact with other Alphas when investigating cases if they couldnāt scent him out, but the moment he met her, he knew he had to start taking rut blockers too. Though, it feels like the longer heās around her, the more immune he becomes to the pills. Like sheās going to send him into a rut any fucking second, and she has no idea. Heās thought about telling her so many times, but mates come with strings. Strings that arenāt conducive to the life of a hunter.
āYes,ā she answers his question meekly, almost submissively, and he nods to cover the hormones he forces himself to swallow down. Rejecting your biology is not easy, no matter how many pills you take.
āThen Iām going to need you to take my arm, put on a smile, and act like being an Omega is the greatest joy of your life. That means āā
āI know how to be a good little Omega, Dean,ā she interrupts, dragging the words āgood little Omegaā through a sarcastic tone.
He tenses slightly at her words, sarcastic or not. Good little Omega.
āIām only bad for you,ā she continues with a cheeky wink, and fuck, he might explode. Hell, he might take her into the bushes right now and mark her, claim her, before parading her around in front of this entire fucking party with his teeth marks on her neck. Heās rigid, trying to keep himself under control, and she gives him a playful pat on his shoulder. āLighten up, Alpha,ā she teases. āIāll be a good girl.ā
Jesus fucking Christ. He gives her biceps a squeeze that he hopes comes off as reassuring as heās trying to make it seem, before linking his arm with hers once more and catching up to Sam at the front of the driveway.
The trio is greeted by the owner of the mansion himself, one Jim Myers, who welcomes them in with a smile on his face and a cigar in his hand.Ā
āHow Gatsby-esque,ā Y/N mutters under her breath, watching as Myers shakes Samās hand.
Dean nods in agreement. āYou definitely wore the right outfit.ā
Y/N blushes as she looks down at her dress; a black, semi body-hugging cocktail dress bedazzled with gold sequins in some sort of art deco pattern. All sheās missing is a cigarette holder and a feather in her hair.Ā
āOnly because I read the invitation. Unlike some of us,ā she mumbles in reply.
āWatch it, Omega,ā Dean grits out, plastering on a smile as soon as Myers comes over to greet him.
āJim Myers, pleasure,ā he says, shaking Deanās hand.
āDean. And this is Y/N.ā
She keeps the cordial smile on her face as Jim takes her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before inhaling her scent.Ā
āPleasure, Miss Y/N,ā he says with a feral grin, his eyes darkening with unmistakable lust as he lets her hand fall back to her side.Ā
Dean takes a step forward, unable to stop himself. āMine,ā he practically growls, and Jim takes a step back, throwing his hands up in surrender.Ā
āMy apologies. I didnāt see a mark, so I just assumed.ā
Dean falters, clearing his throat, suddenly reminded of the reason theyāre all here in the first place. āNo, thatās alright. Itās my fault for not putting it in a visible place.ā His eyes dart over to Y/Nās. āI think Iām gonna fix that.ā
She ducks her head but canāt hide the red flush that creeps up into her cheeks, reminding herself that itās just her biology, and that this is all for show anyway. Theyāre here to do a job, and sometimes those jobs involveā¦ well, whatever the hell just happened. And clearly, Dean is a better actor than she gives him credit for.
Jim chuckles, clasping his hands together. āWell, you three have fun, the drinks are free, the food is good, and if you,ā he points at Sam, āgood sir, are in search of an Omega, there are plenty to choose from.ā
Sam blushes. āRight.ā He nods. āThanks.ā
And with that, Jim disappears into the crowd.
āIāll keep an eye on him,ā Sam says. āYou two go. Upstairs, down the hall, third door on the right. If I got the right blueprints.ā
āIf you got the right blueprints?ā Dean asks.
āJust go.ā He taps his ear to indicate that heāll drop in on Deanās earpiece if anything goes wrong.Ā
Dean sighs, taking Y/N by the hand and leading her up the stairs. He weaves in and out of the crowd, the scents of everyone mixing together, making it impossible to decipher who is what. Y/Nās never been more glad to be on heat suppressors; knowing full well the scents of this many Alphas invading her nostrils would send her body into a major one.
Dean quickly finds the door, and they slip into the room unnoticed, closing the barrier and switching on the light. Itās a bedroom ā the master, from the looks of it ā and the knife is right in front of them in the middle of the room, across from the foot of the bed. Itās in a glass case, on display, and likely armed with a million alarms, but right in front of them nonetheless.Ā
āSon of a bitch,ā Dean mutters, running a hand through his hair as he thinks about what the next move should be.
āWe could find something that weighs the same? Lift the glass and replace it super fast?ā Y/N offers.
āUnfortunately, I think itās the glass thatās probably set to trip an alarm. But the fact that youāre applying Indiana Jones to real life scenarios is making me want to āāĀ
He stops himself, realizing what he was about to say. He needs to get himself under control but Y/N in that dress with her smart fucking mouth, with other Alphas eyeing her, he really shouldnāt be here, with her, alone, and ā
āMaking you want to what?ā she asks.
Shit. āMaking me want toā¦ make you watch more of them,ā he replies, opting to circle the display case, searching it for a way in to distract himself from her.Ā
āOh, goody. Canāt wait.ā Sheās as monotone and sarcastic as ever, and every time something smart comes out of her mouth he has to resist the urge to bend her over and fuck her right then.
āGet out of there now,ā Samās voice comes in on Deanās earpiece. āLost track of him for a few seconds, just found him again. Heās making his way upstairs.ā
āShit,ā Dean says. āShit, shit, shit.ā He looks around the room frantically. If they go out the door, Myers will without a doubt see them leaving his room. āMyers is coming,ā he explains to a confused-looking Y/N.
āFucking ā God dammit.ā She looks around too, for a hiding spot, for a weapon, and then she spots herself in the mirror hanging on the wall and an idea comes to her. āMark me,ā she orders.
āWhat?ā Dean snaps, his attention fully on her.
āGet over here and mark me. You told him you were going to make it visible.ā She continues before Dean can protest. āWho knows if itāll even stay, itās not like weāre mates, right? And if it does, I donāt mind being bound to you for the rest of ever. Itās not like Iām having much luck in the relationship department anyway. But we need that knife, and weāre not going to get it if we donāt āā
āFuck,ā he says under his breath with a quick shake of his head, before he strides across the room and pushes her up against the wall just in time to hear the door click. He inhales her scent, his mouth trailing from the base of her jaw all the way down to her mating gland where it hovers as the door opens all the way. Then he bites down.
Y/N throws her head back, her fingers digging into Deanās shoulders as his teeth sink into her, and none of it is for show. The pain is euphoric, and her senses heighten, and she suddenly wishes she hadnāt been so stringent on taking her fucking pills, because whatever this feeling is, coursing through her veins, settling in her core, she needs to feel it more. She canāt stand how dulled it is, how it just stays there, simmering underneath the surface. She wants to erupt.Ā
āMm, fuck, Alpha!ā she cries out, no trace of sarcasm in her voice, and Deanās hands grip her hips tight enough to bruise them.Ā
āOh, Iām so sorry!ā Jim exclaims. āGot an alert that someone was in here, thereās some very valuable things in here, you see, and I just wanted to make sure āā
Dean pulls away from her neck long enough to shoot him a glare that translates to āget out or Iām going to kill youā, and Jim gets the message, backing out the door and shutting it behind him.Ā
āFuck,ā Dean breathes, letting his forehead fall to Y/Nās shoulder. He shouldnāt be so close to her. He should back away, give himself some space to breathe. But her scent keeps him rooted in place. Itās her usual scent; something like freshly baked sugar cookies and vanilla, sweet and enticing, but thereās something else, something ā
āAre you guys okay?ā Samās voice in his damn ear again.
Dean lifts his head and presses the button on his earpiece to reply. āFine, Sam. Give us a second.ā Then he takes the earpiece out and tosses it over his shoulder, more agitated than he should be at his brother just trying to check in.
āDean,ā she breathes, and she sounds absolutely wrecked. She brings her hands to his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. āAre you okay?āĀ
He nods. Her touch is like fire on his skin. He needs her.Ā
Y/N squeezes her thighs together. Sheās never been able to scent Dean before, but heās never been this close for this long. Heās never marked her, either. Right now his scent is breaking through the suppressants, little by little. Itās bits of cedar and leather and whiskey, and sheās never smelt anything like it, yet it is so familiar somehow. It invades her senses, and if this is what he smells like with suppressants, sheās terrified of what would happen without them.
āDeanā¦ your scent.ā She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.
āFuck, my pills mustāve worn off, I āā
She shakes her head. āItās dulled butā¦ but itās there.ā Her thighs clench together again, and she needs him back on her skin. āItās there and itās so fucking good.ā
Deanās eyes fall to the gland on her neck, and the severity of what heās done comes crashing into him like a wrecking ball. Itās enough to force him to take a step away from her, panic rising in his chest. āI ā fuck. I marked you. I fucking marked you.ā
Y/Nās fingers come up to graze the indent on her neck, and she shudders at the touch. āI told you to.ā
āNo, you donāt understand, Y/N āā
āI know what happens when mates get marked, Dean,ā she interrupts matter-of-factly. āIām sure thisāll fade.ā
āIt wonāt. I ā I shouldnāt have done that. Fuck. Fuck!ā He turns to the wall next to him, hitting it with the side of his closed fist.Ā
āDean.ā Her touch on his arm is gentle and comforting, but he doesnāt turn to face her. āYou need to calm down. Itās really not a big deal, I āā
Dean takes a deep breath, both hands on the wall now as he collects himself. He canāt even bring himself to look at her when he says, āYouāre my mate, Y/N.ā
She takes a step back, and her fading scent is what makes him finally face her. Sheās halfway across the room by the time he does.Ā
āW-what do you mean?ā
āYouāre my mate, Y/N,ā he repeats.
She shakes her head, her hand coming to her neck again, the teeth marks seared into her skin. āN-no. H-how? When? How ā how long have you known?ā
Dean takes another long, deep breath. He could lose her tonight. She could run and never come back and he wouldnāt blame her. āSince we met.ā
āTHREE YEARS!?ā she roars. āYOUāVE KNOWN FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS!?ā
āY/N, I āā
She stalks toward him, one finger outstretched, one fist clenched by her side. She points at him as she backs him into a wall, and heās incredibly turned on and incredibly scared at the same time.Ā
āYouāve known that weāre fucking mates for three years, and you didnāt feel as though that was pertinent fucking information to tell me!?ā
Dean swallows. āI ā itās ā there areā¦ strings with mates. You know that. I didnāt want to ball and chain you. I didnāt want to keep you anywhere you didnāt want to be. And if ā fuck ā weāre hunters, Y/N. If something had happened to me, and you knewā¦ I didnāt want you to have to live with that. With the pain that comes with losing a true mate.ā
Y/N stops half a foot away and drops her accusatory finger. āWhat did you say?ā she whispers.
āTrueā¦ mates,ā Dean breathes.
āWeāreā¦? Butā¦ We never ā I donāt āā
āWith me on my pills, and you on your pills, I think it was enough toā¦ so we just neverā¦ā
āBut you knew,ā she says, closing the gap between them, her hand coming up to caress his cheek. āYou knew for so long and you watched me go on dates, had to listen about theā¦ things I did with other Alphasā¦ if I had mated with one of them, you āā
āYou deserved to have a choice. Regardless of what I wanted, you deserved to have a choice.āĀ
āMy choice couldāve left you depressed and alone and celibate forever, you fucking dumbass.āĀ
He shrugs, and her hand falls to rest over his heart. She stares at it as she continues.
āWhen youā¦ marked meā¦ I feltā¦ I donāt know what I felt. Nothingās ever been so intense.ā
She looks up at him through her eyelashes, and he smiles softly.
āThatās the bond,ā he explains, his large palm coming to rest over the hand on his chest.Ā
āAnd if we werenāt onā¦ our blockers?ā
āIf we werenāt on our blockers, thereās no fucking telling how many pups weād have running around by now.ā
Y/N shivers as the thought of being bred settles in her core, and for once sheās not cursing her biology. Dean chuckles faintly at her reaction, dropping his forehead to hers.Ā
āWe can practice in the meantime. Until you decide you want off of them.ā
She inhales deeply, taking in as much of his scent as she can. āOh, I āā another deep breath, āIām getting off of them for sure.ā
Dean lets out a borderline animalistic growl, thinking about how many times heāll get to fuck her through that first heat. āIām gonna stop taking my pills, too,ā he says breathily.
āYeah?ā
āI had to get on rut blockers when you moved into the Bunker because I knew I wouldnāt be able to control myself. But now,ā he says, spinning them both around and pinning Y/N against the wall, ānow I donāt fuckinā have to.ā
āDean,ā she half gasps, half moans. He kisses the mark on her neck before licking all the way up to her jaw line and pulling back.Ā
āYou drive me fuckinā crazy, Omega.ā
She meets his feral gaze with one of her own, a glint of mischief in her eyes. āProve it.āĀ
And it might be an incredibly stupid thing to say to a horny Alpha, but itās also Dean. And heād never hurt her.
āMm, fuck.ā His voice is raspy and wrecked and they havenāt even done anything yet. Before Y/N can process whatās happening, heās picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. He climbs over her, hovering for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks, the warmth radiating off of her, her scent. āYouāre beautiful,ā he states plainly, like itās the one fact in the world that he knows without a doubt to be true.Ā
Y/N blushes. āThank you, Alpha.ā She says it because she knows what it does to him.Ā
āYouāre beautiful, and Iām gonna fuckinā ruin you.āĀ
A gasp leaves her lips as he pushes her dress up her hips and moves down her body to the foot of the mattress, his fingertips dancing along the hem of her panties before his eyes meet with hers. She gives him a nod, and itās all the confirmation he needs before pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.Ā
He watches hungrily as she spreads her thighs, her core damn near dripping with her wetness, and if this is what itās like when sheās on heat blockers, he canāt even begin to imagine what itāll look like covered in her slick. His cock grows hard in his slacks at the thought, and he has to step off the bed to take off his pants and boxers before the containment grows painful. He shrugs off his suit jacket and white dress shirt too, and when heās standing in front of the bed, fully naked, Y/N is propping herself up on her elbows to take him in.
āHoly ā fuck,ā is all she can get out.Ā
Dean chuckles deeply, one knee coming up onto the mattress as he fists his cock. āFuck, sweetheart.ā He looks her over again, pussy glistening, nipples peaked through her dress. āFuck, I want you to ā would you present for me?ā
A smirk spreads across her lips, but she doesnāt say anything before flipping over and assuming the position. Ass up, legs shoulder width apart, chest resting on the mattress.Ā
Dean lets out a low and guttural, āFuuuuck,ā and itās enough to make her pussy clench around nothing. She feels the mattress dip behind her, and when his cock starts to move through her folds, she almost cums right then and there.Ā
āI know you you wish you werenāt an Omega,ā he starts, ābut youāre a fuckinā perfect one, baby.āĀ
She shakes her head, soft whimpers escaping her as he continues to tease her with his dick. āIām glad Iām an Omega, because Iām yours.āĀ
With that, Dean loses what little self control he has left. He lines himself up with her entrance and sinks into her heat, and she feels so fucking perfect, the way she molds around his cock. The noises leaving her throat spur him on as he thrusts into her, setting a bruising pace. He wraps his hand around her shoulder for leverage, his other gripping her ass.
āOh my fuck!ā she practically screams, and he can feel how close she is, can smell it.Ā
āYouāre gonna be a good little Omega and cum for me, arenāt you baby?ā he pants, and he couldnāt be thrusting deeper if he tried.
She nods frantically. āYesyesyes, please, Alpha, I wanna to cum. I wanna ā mm, fuck ā on your āā
Sheās too fucked out to even finish her sentence, and Dean can feel himself about to fall over the edge. āWhatās that, sweetheart? Speak up.ā
āI wanna cum ā oh, God! ā on your knot. Fucking fill me up, Dean, please.ā
He barely manages another thrust before he buries himself to the hilt, the base of his cock swelling inside her as he pumps her full of his seed.
The feeling of him filling her sends her over the edge, her pussy clenching around his cock, his knot, and she feels so full and fucked and sated.
āOh my fucking fuuuuck,ā he groans, feeling her pulse around him. āFuck, everyone and this fuckinā party is gonna be able to smell me inside of you.ā
She moans at his words.
āGonna have me dripping down your thighs ātil we get back home.ā His hand squeezes the globe of her ass before he leans over, getting as close to her ear as he can. āAnd then Iām gonna fuck you again. And again. And again. Because we got three years to make up for.ā He nips at her ear playfully. āAnd now youāre finally mine.ā
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pulse points | wen junhui
SYNOPSIS. Being the TA for your anatomy class has always been really rewarding, especially stemming in your passion for the medical field. But as itās approaching the peak of the school semester and labs have gotten more intense, you arenāt surprised to be dedicating your time to tutoring your strangely handsome, dorky, yet enigmatic classmate during after school hours ā and reassuring him how to not be afraid of dissections. PAIRING. wen junhui x TA!reader (ft. performance unit as jun's roommates + mentions of wonwoo and jihoon) GENRE. fluff, classmates to lovers, humour WARNINGS/TAGS. unrealistic TA x student dynamics lmao, lots of medical sciency-anatomy talk, talks about dissections n cutting into things (they dissect a sheep brain), mentions of tools used for dissections, yn is wayyy too studious its a bit unhealthy perhaps, their love language is napping together n sharing food :(, alcohol and drinking (yn gets drunk š£), they flirt in the middle of a damn dissection AHHAHA WORD COUNT. 15.9k
notes: this is my fic for the "back to school" collab hosted by @camandemstudios! i hope u all enjoy <3 was lowkey hating this fic as i wrote it but... i think it turned out fine?!?! thank you to all my moots, specifically @bananabubble @slytherinshua @etherealyoungk and the collab discord server for either helping me w ideas n brainrot or reading over the fic!! love u all to the stars and back <3
Three dollars is not enough for Jun to buy himself lunch.Ā
He could probably snag himself a stale, English muffin from the dining hall, but then heād be walking around campus with a dry tongue until after his classes end. And unsurprisingly, he forgot his water bottle back in his apartment. Briefly, he considers texting Soonyoung or Minghao to perhaps drop by the apartment and grab his water bottle or even a quick snack thatāll last him, but the two of them were already knee deep enough of responsibilities of their own.Ā
Fucking capitalism.Ā
Heās already out of breath speed walking all the way from across campus and through four different hallways. The large windows of the science building bring in the natural sunlight at the peak of the afternoon, allowing it to cascade across the polished floors and right to the ends of his feet with every step that he takes.Ā
Jun purses his lips together tightly as he rounds one last corner before arriving in front of his current class: Anatomy. The quick glance at the time displayed on his phone shows that heās around eight minutes late, which is way better than the fifteen minutes from last week. His shoulders slouch slightly with a bit of dread as he reaches for the doorknob and pulls it open.
Compared to the beginning of the year, thereās more empty seats in the lecture hall now. Honestly, Jun is surprised he hasnāt dropped out of the class yet, because his grade in all honesty isnātā¦ the best, to put it simplyšheās passing, somehow, but just barely.
But he simply canāt afford to drop it and take on a new class like a snap of a finger, and he knows that if he bails now, heāll only be prolonging his graduation date, a situation neither his parents nor his bank account would be happy about. He wasnāt even supposed to be in this class in the first place, but his horrible procrastination habits and the fact that the other classes he wanted filled up so quickly left him with no other choice.
Jun sits down in a seat near the back of the class, trying to blend in and hoping the professor wonāt notice his tardiness. He swiftly pulls out his notebook and laptop and redirects his focus to the front of the classroom, where he sees Professor Lee already lecturing something about vascular anatomy and blood circulation, motioning towards the slideshow displayed on the screen.Ā
āā¦the brachiocephalic trunk branches off the aortic arch, which divides into the right subclavian artery and the right common carotid artery. These arteries supply blood to the arm and the brain, respectivelyā¦ā
The words seem to flow through his brain like water. Even when he jots them down in his notes for him to study later, he reads the words like hieroglyphics. Perhaps itās the hunger getting to him or just the mounting stress, but the lecture feels like itās slipping through his fingers.
By the time Professor Lee finishes with the lecture, he has five pages of notes that feel like a jumble of terms and diagrams.
However, just as he thought he might finally catch a break, the slideshow switches to the next slide.Ā
āNow, letās discuss the final major lab that will be crucial for your grades,ā Professor Lee explains, a determined look on his face. āYour dissections that you will be finishing the year off with. Iām letting you all know about these in advance so you would have plenty of time to prepare.ā
Junās stomach drops. Dissections. Of course, he knew it was coming, as it was quite literally listed in eye-catching bold letters in the syllabus at the beginning of the term. Yet the thought of cutting into anything and seeing its insides makes him almost squeamish.Ā
āThis will account for a significant portion of your final grade. I canāt stress enough how important it is to take this seriously. Remember that dissections arenāt just about retaining names and locations in the body. Theyāre about seeing the relationships between different structures and understanding how they function together in real life.ā
Every fibre of his being is aching for him to raise his hand and stupidly refute. He imagines what heād sayšāIām not good with blood,ā or āIs there another activity I could do because Iām absolutely scared shitless?āšbut the words stick in his throat. Instead, he slouches further in his seat, hoping to disappear. He weighs all of his options, but theyāre all equally unappealing: he canāt drop the class, he canāt afford to fail, and he certainly canāt magically become proficient at dissections overnight.
āSince the class has an uneven amount of students and the limited amount of specimens we have, Iāve decided to pair you all up. Y/N, may you hand out the partner lists?ā
Jun feels himself tense in his seat as his eyes scan the room and land on you. Not only are you the TA of the class, but your seemingly calm demeanour as you drift throughout the room handing each student paperwork makes you appear almost intimidating to his eyes.Ā
When you finally reach him, he swears he catches a glimpse of a slight curl to your lips as you silently hand him the slip of paper that contains his partner assignment, before walking down to the next person.Ā
At first, the paper essentially states the same information that was discussed earlier: the dissection assignment, guidelines, and a list of required materials. But then his gaze falls to the part that matters most: his partner's name.
Y/N L/N, it reads. Youāre his partner. Shit.
Your calm, composed attitude and role as the TA have already set a high bar for expectations in his mind. Youāre probably going to be hyperanalysing and dissecting every aspect of his class performance, knowing his poor little heart wouldnāt be able to handle all that. You probably already have this tarnished reputation of him in your mind, with his frequent tardiness and the amount of times heās dozed off in class.
Jun glances around the lecture hall, noticing other students exchanging whispers and glances at their own partner assignments. Some seem relieved, while others look as apprehensive as he feels. His stomach churns with the thought of having to work closely with you.
Professor Lee clears his throat and speaks, āNow that you all know your partners, I request that you all sit next to each other. These will be your seats starting from today and until the lab finishes. I also strongly encourage you all to exchange contact information with each other. Your collaboration together will be vital to your success in this lab.ā
As the students shuffle around, Jun finds himself stuck in an uncomfortable limbo, watching as everyone pairs up and settles into their new seats, naturally exchanging contact information with one another. Then he shuffles for his backpack that was leaning against his chair in order to go find where you sit, but as heās about to stand up, heās met with you taking a seat right next to him.
Your eyes meet. A faint smile crosses your features. His backpack slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor with a dramatic thump.
āHi,ā You greet him softly, before offering a hand to him. āGranola bar? Had an extra one.ā
Jun just blinks, eyes flickering between your face and the hand you have extended out to him. Then he awkwardly clears his throat, tentatively reaching out to grab the granola bar from your grasp, and the warmth emitting from your hand seems to crawl up his neck.Ā
āThanks,ā he mutters sheepishly, shifting his gaze away to hide a small upturn to the corners of his lips.Ā
The rest of class passes by in a blur, mainly with Professor Lee going over proper attire to wear and safety protocols for the dissection labs. And when the clock strikes dismissal time, students begin to filter out of the lecture hall, chatting amongst themselves as Jun struggles to stuff his laptop inside his backpack.Ā
Youāre already gone to the front to talk to Professor Lee when Jun looks over. He watches as you hand in what looks like a stack of paper, only to be given another one right back, probably of assignments that the class has done lately. The air of professionalism that surrounds you is quite admirable, he would say.Ā
You seem to exchange a few more words with Professor Lee before turning on your heel to leave the lecture hall, the stack of papers neatly held under your arm.
By the time Jun is already on his way to his next class, he pulls the granola bar that you had given him out from the pocket of his jeans, unwrapping it and taking a bite out of it, savouring the moment as it relieves his nerves and gnawing hunger.Ā
Then by the time finishes his last class for the day, reality hits him the second he steps out of the building. Figuratively, and maybe even literally, at this point.Ā
He forgot to get your number for this lab.
The click of your pen echoes throughout the vast lecture hall. Unintelligible mutters leave your lips as your eyes quickly scan over the papers in front of you with ease. Among the many tasks you have assigned as TA, grading assignments is one of them, and you find yourself marking and correcting each paper just as youāve done many times before.Ā
There used to be rumours floating around that your grading style was particularly strict, even more so than Professor Lee. Though it was probably spread around with the intention to intimidate other students and establish your reputation as someone annoyingly meticulous, you hardly let it get to you.Ā
The truth is, you were fair in your grading, but thorough. You didnāt see the point in letting half-baked work slide, especially when you knew these assignments could determine someoneās future. Medicine has been your passion for as long as you could remember, and that dedication extended into almost everything you did. Being the TA for the class was just one factor of it.Ā
Itās much, much quieter after school hours when most classes have finished for the day, and itās natural to bask in the peacefulness that drifts throughout the barren room. You sort out the papers in front of you in a neat stack before taking a moment to stretch your arms up above your head, a soft sigh leaving you at the tension dissipating away from your limbs.Ā
As you begin to shuffle through all the papers in front of youšseparating them into piles of graded assignments and unfinished ones that youāll save for later onšthereās a quiet knock at the door that makes you pause in place. You turn your head towards the door, anticipating for someone to come in.Ā
Then another knock.
You swear you see some sort of shadow in the door window. It appears then disappears, and youĀ roll your eyes, thinking it was just someone who was lost or purposely going around knocking on each door (which has happened way more than one could expect).Ā
The shadow appears again, and this time, you decide on heading to the door yourself. And as you twist the doorknob and pull the door open simultaneously, you find yourself coming face-to-face with Jun, who looks a bit sheepish as heās caught mid-knock. His eyes widen upon seeing you right in front of him, and he brings his hand down to his side.Ā
You blink up at him, not expecting for him to be here at this moment of the day.
āJunhui?āĀ
Itās at this point of his life that Jun realises he really isnāt used to people calling him by his proper first name. But the way you say it is differentšsoft and warm, like an unexpected compliment.
āUh, hi,ā he greets a tad bit awkwardly, mentally slapping himself in the face. āI hope Iām not interrupting anything?āĀ
āOh, no, youāre not. Donāt worry,ā You tell him reassuringly, catching the way his eyes seem to flicker everywhere but on you. āIs there anything I can help you with?āĀ
Jun fidgets slightly, his gaze bouncing between the floor and your face. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. āActually, I... um, forgot to get your number earlier today. Forā¦ for the lab, I mean. Professor Lee said we should exchange information so I thought I would ask. Unless you donāt want to, of course.ā
You raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. āAh, I see. No problem. Iām glad you came by to get it. Here, let me justšā
You shove into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasnāt there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.
You shove a hand into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasnāt there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.
āHere, you can come in. Let me just get my phone real quick.ā You step to the side and open the door wider for him.
Jun visibly hesitates in the doorway, before muttering a quiet thank you and stepping inside the lecture hall. Itās certainly a sight to see the room so stripped of other students besides you and him, the sounds of his footsteps bouncing off the walls. He takes in the stacks of papers that you have spread across your desk, and he feels some nerves snake their way up his spine at the thought of you grading his work.
āWow, that looks like a lot,ā he comments gingerly.Ā
āYeah, itās quite the pile, right?ā You agree with a light chuckle as you grab your phone and unlock it. āAlways happens near the end of the sem.āĀ
Junās eyes wash over you with a look of concern. āThat seemsā¦ stressful.ā
You just shrug nonchalantly. āItās nothing I canāt handle. Besides, it keeps me busy.āĀ
āWell, you should get some good rest after this then,ā he remarks coolly.Ā
āWish I could, but I have some tutoring scheduled in about half an hour,ā You say, tone warm but tinged with a hint of weariness as you glance at the time on your phone. āOne of the students in the intro biology class needs help with some of the basics before their midterm. Soā¦ rest will have to wait.ā
From that, Jun shifts awkwardly, his fingers playing with the strap of his backpack. His brain races as he considers his options. Youāre clearly knowledgeable and dedicated, not to mention you seem approachable, but the thought of admitting how much heās struggling makes his throat dry, plus the guilt of adding more to your busy plate.Ā
āTutoring, huh?ā Jun finally says, trying to sound casual. āIs thatā¦ something you do a lot?ā
You nod, tapping away on your phone as you pull up your contact information. āYeah, actually. Itās nice to help people out. Keeps me up with the material too. Usually Iām free most days at any time after classes.ā
Jun continues to gaze at you wonderingly until after you pick up your head to look at him, to which he faces away immediately. He scratches the back of his neck bashfully, before fixing his posture and clearing his throat.
āDo youā¦ have room for one more student?ā Then he feels the immediate regret afterwards. āItās okay if not. I know that youāre busy and all thatšā
āJunhui,ā You interrupt gently, a calm smile on your face. āI have room. Donāt worry about it.
He lets out a breath he didnāt realise he was holding, the reassuring warmth on your face easing the knots in his stomach. āReally? You wouldnāt mind?ā
āIād be more than happy to find a time that works for us both. Just let me know what you need, and weāll figure a time out. Weāre lab partners, after all,ā You say gleefully. āSpeaking of which, you can put your number in here.ā
You extend an arm with your phone in-hand. Jun takes the phone from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment, and types in his phone number and information. When he hands the phone back, he looks up to meet your eyes, trying to muster a more confident expression.
āThank you so much, really, Iā¦ā His voice trails off for a moment, trying to regain his words. āIāll owe you one for this, truly.āĀ
āThereās no need.ā
Jun shakes his head. āSeriously, Iāll feel bad.ā
You bite at your bottom lip in thought, an endearing look washing over your features as you consider his insistence. The pleading in his eyes is hard to ignore, and it makes your heart soften in your chest. You take a moment to think before offering a small, playful grin.
āAlright.ā You cross your arms together. āWeāll see.āĀ
Perhapsā¦ you arenāt as intimidating as he thinks.
Jun is staring at a sheep brain.Ā
Not a real oneša picture of one, specifically. Itās apparently very similar to the human brain, and the specimen heās expected to dissect for the upcoming lab.Ā
He stares at the image displayed on the large screen right before his eyes, feeling a strange mix of fascination and dread. The detailed structures and labels are overwhelming, each word swimming in and out of focus as he tries to absorb the information. It's not that he isn't interestedšon the contrary, there's a part of him that's genuinely curious about how it all works, and the other part of him is utterly disturbed.Ā
Youāre sitting next to him again, just like everyone else is sitting next to their partners, taking notes and even drawing a very rushed outline of the brain on your paper.Ā
āWe have to dissect thatā¦?ā Jun whispers under his breath, as if speaking any louder might bring the brain to life.Ā
āYep,ā You reply, glancing over at Jun. āItās not as bad as it looks.ā
Jun attempts to stifle a groan, eyes going between the image on the screen and down to his near-empty notes. He canāt help but wonder how on earth heās going to get through this without completely embarrassing himself.
Letting your eyes roam over Jun for a moment, the visible discomfort in the way he crosses his arms together and the furrow in his brow doesnāt escape your notice. Casually, you scoot your chair towards him a little bit, along with your notebook so that itās settled in the space between the two of you with the outline of the brain clearly visible on the page. Your shoulder almost brushes against his.Ā
āHere,ā You say softly, tapping your pen on the page. āIāve got the main structures labeled already. You can add them to your notes if you want. I can explain it to you in more detail when you come to tutoring tomorrow?ā
Oh, thatās right. Tomorrow is the day you both were free and decided it was the day where Jun could stop by after classes end to have his first tutoring session with you.Ā
āYeah, uh, that would be great,ā Jun responds quietly, peeking over at how neat and organised your notes appeared to be. āThank you.ā
āNo problem.ā You nod, before soundlessly shuffling inside your bag and extending it out to Jun. āGranola bar?āĀ
Jun glances at the granola bar being offered by you, its wrapper crinkling slightly as you hold it out to him. He smiles, a little lopsided but genuine, and takes the bar from you. The hesitation in his shoulders has deflated slightly than from the first time you proposed one to him.Ā
Maybe this wonāt be so bad after all.
āBro, are you going out on a date or what? Youāre stinking up a storm here.ā Soonyoung lets out a few dramatic coughs at the sudden sharp scent of Minghaoās perfume hitting his nose, followed by Chan behind him nearly gagging at the smell. Though obviously one would expect for the owner himself to be the one using it, he certainly didnāt expect for the culprit to be none other than Jun.
Okay, yes, he may have accidentally sprayed a shit ton of Minghaoās perfume on himself, which was a bit of an overkill. But he clearly wasnāt thinking straight after waking up from a nap between deciding to take a really quick shower or stealing his roommateās expensive perfume.Ā
āYou think this is too much?ā Jun asks unsurely.Ā
Beside him, Chan rolls his eyes while clutching a bowl of ramen. āYou smell like youāre trying to cover up a crime scene. It might suffocate someone. Where are you even going anyway?ā
Jun clears his throat. āTutoringšā
āTutoring?!ā Soonyoung exclaims in surprise. āFor which class?ā
āAnatomyšā
āHell no,ā Soonyoung crinkles his nose at the mention of anatomy. āYou're telling me youāre getting all dolled up for a tutoring session on dissecting brains and guts? Are you trying to seduce the organs or something?āĀ
Jun groans at his roommateās words, shaking his head. But before he can say anything in response, Chan seems to beat him to it.
āDonāt you have this really strict TA in your class too? Iāve heard that they donāt even offer partial credit or crack a smile during lectures. Like, theyāre just a machine, dude,ā the youngest adds in.
Itās quite literally insane to hear that kind of description about you leave Chanās mouth when all of his interactions with you have been nothing but short and sweet, to put it simply. Though he wonāt deny heās heard all those rumours spread around about youšthat youāre strict, and perhaps a bit intimidating. Heās had his fair share of moments where he felt overwhelmed by your grading and meticulous nature. Yet from what heās seen of you so far, youāre passionate, friendly if anything, and your smile isā¦ cute.Ā
Jun only shrugs his shoulders. āYeah, theyāre in my class, but Iām just trying to get my grade up before the year ends. I think I can handle them.āĀ
Soonyoung huffs a breath, stepping up to Jun and giving him some sort of comforting pat on the back, almost like he feels bad for him.Ā
āWell, good luck, dude,ā he reassures him, though it hardly eases Junās nerves at all. āDonāt get crucified in there.āĀ
As Jun wanders down the familiar hallway to the classroom, he finds his thoughts beginning to second-guess everything. What if he ultimately fails meeting your expectation at the end of the session? What if he struggles to fully grasp the material and ends up looking like an absolute fool in front of you by the time the real dissections roll around?Ā
However, those thoughts are pushed away when the door to the classroom swings open before he has the opportunity to knock, with you standing on the other side. Your face seems to light up at the sight of him, and it makes Jun briefly think about what Soonyoung said earlier about you. Likeā¦ was he talking about the same person?
āHey, you made it,ā You greet him, stepping aside so he could walk in. āLet me just finish organising some things and we can start.āĀ
Junās eyelashes bat together in curiosity as he watches you rummage through some papers, before deciding it's worth sitting down to wait for you. He places himself down an empty desk, fishing out his notebook and laptop and whatever he may need, though he doesnāt really know. By the time youāre making your way over to him, you set your stuff right next to his.Ā
āOkay.ā You let out a relieved breath, peering at him. āWhere do you want to start?āĀ
Oh, he hadnāt really thought that far ahead yet.
āUh,ā Jun stammers, fumbling for a moment, his mind suddenly drawing blanks. He quickly opens his notebook to the page where he had jotted down some half-baked notes during class and is staring back at him like a puzzle missing half its pieces. āMaybeā¦ maybe we can start with what weāre going over in class right now? And just go down from there?ā
āWe can do that,ā You agree without hesitation, leaning in more so that you were able to see his notes. Jun draws himself slightly back. āSo, as you know, weāre going to have to be familiar with the parts and functions of the brain since itās also part of the dissections. What I like to do is break it down into smaller sections and tackle each one individually. It might make the whole thing less overwhelming.ā
Jun just nods, appreciating the way youāre making things more approachable.Ā
You grab a blank sheet of paper and draw a quick, simple outline of the brain, labeling the major parts with clear, concise notes. āLetās go over the basicsšthe cerebrum, cerebellum, and brainstem. These are the main regions we need to understand before diving into all the nitty-gritty details. Is that okay?ā
He nods again, moving back slightly closer so he can see what youāre drawing.Ā
āThe cerebrum is the largest part of the brain and is responsible for higher brain functions like thinking, reasoning, and sensory processing,ā You continue, pointing to the relevant part of your drawing. āItās divided into the left and right hemispheres, and each one controls the opposite side of the body.ā
Jun watches as you explain, occasionally nodding to show heās following along. Thereās something calming about the way you speakšgentle, but confident, filled with poise. He tries to shake off the thought, reminding himself that heās here to study, not to admire the way your eyes light up when you speak so passionately about a topic as ridiculous and complex as the damn brain.Ā
Youāre so different from what people say. Thereās no sign of the strict, no-nonsense TA everyone talks about.Ā
ā...and thatās why the frontal lobe is so important for decision-making and problem-solving. I like comparing it to, letās say, a CEO,ā You explain. āItās where a lot of our executive functions happen. Think of it as the brainās ābossā making the big decisions and planning.ā
Jun blinks for a moment, snapping back to attention, quickly jotting down a note to make it seem like he was paying attention. He actually was, sort of. Somehow heās lucky enough for you to not notice him being distracted (or you do, and heās the one who didnāt notice).Ā
āFrontal lobe, right,ā he mutters lowly, under his breath.
āThe cerebellum is our little assistant to the CEO. Itās responsible for our movement, coordination, and balance,ā You say, pointing to a spot on the sketch at the very back of the brain and above the brainstem. āThink of it as the brainās quality control. It just makes sure that whatever movements we do are smooth and precise, soā¦āĀ
Nope. He still canāt detect those rumours that paint you as some sort of cold, calculated, and harsh TA. He spots not a single one of those in your demeanour. Briefly, he wonders whether or not those rumours bother you, if theyāve ever bothered you or made you feel misunderstood. Swiftly, though, he brushes those thoughts awayšheās more focused on you than the material at hand.Ā
Itās hard not to look at you, in all honesty.Ā
āJunhui?ā Your voice pulls him back to reality.
āHuh?ā he responds, a little too quickly.
You tilt your head slightly, a small, knowing smile on your lips. āI asked if youāre ready to move on to the brainstem, or do you want to go over the cerebellum again?ā
āOh, umā¦ no, Iām good,ā he says, feeling his face heat up slightly. He hopes you donāt notice how flustered he is. āLetās move on.ā
You nod, satisfied with his answer, and continue your explanation, turning your attention to the next section of the brain.Ā
āThe brainstem,ā You begin, pointing to an area at the bottom of the brain with the pencil. āis like the brain's relay station. It connects the brain to the spinal cord and controls many of the bodyās automatic functions, like breathing, heart rate, and digestion. Without it, our bodies wouldn't be able to function properlyā¦ā
Jun observes as you draw a line down the sketch, clearly marking the brainstem. Heās listening, or at least trying to, but his mind keeps drifting back to how comfortable this whole situation feels. He expected to be a nervous wreck, fumbling through explanations and possibly embarrassing himself in front of you. But instead, he finds himself oddly at ease, more focused on how youāre able to break down the complex information into something so much more digestible.
āStill with me?ā You ask suddenly, looking up from your notes to meet his gaze.
āYeah, yeah, Iām here,ā Jun answers unsurely, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. He offers a small smile, hoping it masks his earlier distraction.
A flicker of amusement flashes in your eyes, and thereās a warmth in your expression that puts Jun further at ease. āOkay, great. We can continue then.ā
The rest of the session goes by surprisingly rather quickly. You guide Jun through the material, your explanations helping Jun absorb the information more effectively than the regular in-class lectures. It makes him think about how great you would be as a professor, or anything in the medical field. Everything just seems to flow out of you seamlessly as you discuss various brain functions and their relevance to anatomy and dissections.
As Jun is finishing up the last of some notes, you ask, āWould you mind if I write you a little sticky note? To tell you what to look over when youāre reviewing on your own?āĀ
Jun looks up, a bit surprised but grateful. āThat would be good, thank you.āĀ
You stand up to retrieve a sticky note from Professorās Lee desk, before returning back to Jun and writing down:Ā
Review over neuroanatomy and its functions! ā¢į“ā¢Ā Ā
Finally, you plaster the sticky note at the corner of the page in his notebook.Ā
Thereās a comfortable silence that follows as you both gather your belongings. It feels like a small victory for Junšhe not only survived the session but actually, in a way, enjoyed it.
As you both stand up, ready to leave, you glance over at him.
āBy the way, I donāt think you need all that perfume on,ā You say, a hint of laughter in your voice.
Junās eyes widen, caught off-guard. Shit. āOh, uhšyeah, thatā¦ā
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. āItās not that itās bad, itās justā¦ a little overwhelming. Maybe tone it down next time?ā
Junās face flushes as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. āSorry, I uhā¦ was rushing and just grabbed what I could find. I didnāt mean to overdo it.ā
āYouāre all good,ā You reassure him, still smiling as you sling your bag over your shoulder. āJust a little heads-up. So, anyway, for the next sessionā¦ā
Next session? His jaw nearly drops to the floor at your casual mention of a next session.Ā
ā...I think Iāll try and set up a little lesson plan we can reference off ofā¦ probably review over the cardiovascular systemā¦ā
āYouā¦ You donāt have to do all that,ā Jun interjects. āIt sounds like a lot of work.āĀ
You dismiss him off with a reassuring wave. āItās no trouble. I think itāll help to have a structured plan for us to follow. Itāll make sure we cover everything orderly.āĀ
Jun zips his mouth shut and just nods in agreement, unable to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, biting it back when he hangs his head down to the ground. When he perks back up, he finds you over at Professor Leeās desk, sorting through some papers before organising the stack and preparing to finally leave. He opens his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stick to his tongue.
āIāll see you later?ā Jun calls out to you instead, his voice bouncing off the walls of the lecture hall.Ā
You glance up at him in acknowledgment. āIāll see you later, Junhui.ā
He takes a visible gulp.
āJun,ļæ½ļæ½ he suddenly says, saying it as if he were correcting you, which in a way, he is, but it comes out a bit awkwardly. āYou can call me just Jun, if youād like.āĀ
A wave of surprise washes over your features, before ultimately fading into a pleasant smile.
āAlright, Just Jun,ā You reply, tilting your head slightly. āIāll see you later.āĀ
One could probably say youāre a party pooper. Not necessarily intentionally, but instead of filling up your college experience with going to parties and social events, you find yourself buried within pages of textbooks. Your weekends arenāt filled with the chaoticness of drinking and loosening up; rather, they consist of quiet study sessions in your room and creating new lecture material.
Youāre not avoiding funšat least, thatās what you always tell yourselfšyouāre just focused on achieving your academic goals.
Itās a routine carved ever since you were younger, your parents constantly instilling that education is the key to success, and youāve taken that message to heart. From an early age, you learned to prioritise your studies over everything else. As you grew older, you carried that mindset with you, where youāve become known among your peers as the diligent, dependable student and TA who always has their priorities straight.
Your schedule is precise, your assignments are always turned in on time, always prepared for every quiz and exam, and your grades reflect the countless hours youāve spent studying. Itās a reputation youāre proud of, but it also comes with a certain level of pressurešpressure to maintain those high standards, to never let yourself slip.
You sit back in the seat, satisfied after crafting a proper lesson plan and organising your materials for your next tutoring session. When you glance over at your planner to see who was coming in today, the name that you spot isš
Knock.Ā
You glance up from your planner and over to the door. āCome in!ā
It takes a few moments for the door to swing in, and the tall figure that steps through is unmistakablešlight brown hair slightly fluffed out, a half-opened black backpack hanging on his shoulders, and an oversized hoodie that appeared way more comfortable than it needed to be.
āJun?ā You look at the time on your phone. āYouāre here early.āĀ
āOh, yeahā¦ā Jun runs a hand through his tousled hair. āI thought showing up early could give us some extra time, maybe. Unlessā¦ unless youāre still busy?āĀ
You shake your head. āDonāt worry, youāre fine. Just give me a few minutes and then we can start?ā
āYeah. Take all the time that you need.āĀ
Once again, itās only the two of you in the lecture hall. He ponders if youāve tutored any students before him today, hovering near you as he watches you sort through some papers and adjust your notes. The room is quiet except for the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Jun can sense his curiosity growing within him, making him fidget with the strap of his backpack.Ā
āSo, uhā¦ how long have you been a TA for Professor Lee?āĀ
You pick your head up from your papers, fingers resting at the edge of the desk.Ā
āSince the beginning of the year,ā You reply. āI got recommended to him by some previous professors, and I guess I couldnāt say no to the opportunity.ā
Jun nods slowly, thoughtfully. āDo you like it? Being a TA, I mean.ā
You consider his question for a moment, feeling a bit reflective as you answer, āI do, actually. Itās hard but rewarding, you know? I get to help students understand the material better, and I learn a lot in the process too. Itās a good balance between teaching and learning, I would say.ā
Jun takes in your words attentively, peeking his eyes toward you with an almost shy smile. Thereās a quiet admiration in the way he looks at you that you donāt notice, as if heās trying to understand how you manage to keep everything together so well. Then a moment of silence fills the space between you two, not uncomfortable, maybe a bit awkward on his end, but more contemplative.
Jun shifts this abominable weight pressing down on him from one foot to the other. Heās not used to being in situations like thisšalone with someone who seems so put together, so sure of themselves. Itās both inspiring and a little intimidating. The silence seems to stretch, and you can see the gears turning in his head, like heās on the verge of saying something but canāt quite find the right words.
āI guess I wonder how you manage it all so well,ā he remarks timidly. āYouāre always so organised andā¦ on top of things. Iām curious how you do it.ā
You purse your lips together into a thin line and simply shrug your shoulders. āIāve always had high expectations for myself growing up and I guess itās carried into everything I do now. Itās become second nature, really.āĀ
As Jun takes in your words, that sense of admiration seems to soften into a bit of worry. Itās amazing that you could handle so many responsibilities at once, but the more he thinks about it, the more it seems like a lot of stress and pressure to manage. He wonders if you ever feel overwhelmed or if it ever gets too much to handle at times.Ā
You probably došyouāre human, after allšand a twinge of concern snakes up his spine as he thinks about.
āAnyway, hmā¦ I was thinking about going over the cardiovascular system for this session. What do you say?ā You ask him.
Jun snaps out of his thoughts, walking briskly over towards the desk to take a seat. āOh, yeah. That sounds good.āĀ
The session is just similar to last time: you begin by outlining the cardiovascular system, breaking it down into different sections just as you did with the brain, and using relatable analogies with associating each part with their functions.
ā...so the heart has four chambers: the left and right atria plus the left and right ventricles,ā You explain, pointing down to the drawing you made with the tip of your pencil. āThe right side deals with deoxygenated blood, while the left side handles oxygenated blood. The heartās valves make sure that blood flows in the correct direction. Think of it likeā¦ traffic signals.ā
āTraffic signalsā¦ā Jun mutters to himself as he writes down notes. Knowing that this is all going on within his own body wraps around his mind uncomfortably.
As you continue explaining, thereās that light again that Jun detects in your eyes, as well as the subtle lift to your lips that makes your voice just a step higher. His gaze also follows your hands that you unknowingly maneuver when you talk, the movements graceful and expressive, like youāre bringing the material to life.
āAre you familiar with where all your pulse points are?āĀ
Jun lifts a brow, thinking for a second, before taking a finger down to his wrist. āI think so. Thereās one hereā¦ on the wristā¦ā
āThe radial artery.ā
āRadial artery. Yeah.ā Then he drags the tip of his finger up to his inner elbow. āThereās also one here. The brachial artery, right?ā
āYou got it.āĀ
He grins bashfully at that, though itās quick to fade when he focuses again, pointing down to his leg. āThereās also two here. Femoral andā¦ popā¦ Popliteal?ā
āYouāre right,ā You confirm wholeheartedly, and Junās heart flutters in small victory.Ā
Jun then brings his hand back up, using two fingers to point to a spot on his neck.Ā
āAnd, uhā¦ The one here on the neck. Itāsā¦ā He continues pressing down into his skin to find where he can feel his pulse, but your eyes on him is causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. āUhā¦ā
āThe carotid artery. Right here.ā
Before Jun has a chance to correct himself, youāre suddenly scooting closer to him in your chair, leaning in and extending an arm out towards him. The sudden contact of your fingers on the side of his neck makes his eyes widen and his breath to hitch.Ā
Your fingers rest gently on the side of his neck, just below his jawline, and for a brief moment, the world outside of the lecture hall seems to disappear. The visible swallow of his Adamās apple isnāt hard to miss as he tries to focus on anything but the sensation of your hand on his neck.
Heat washes over his face, and he swears to himself that you could most definitely feel the way his pulse is running marathons under your touch. All of a sudden his tongue goes dry, his limbs go numb, and the way youāre so close to him makes it hard for him to properly think straight, let alone form any sort of coherent response.
Your eyes meet for a singular millisecond, too quick that Jun could have possibly been imagining it.
Pulling your hand away, you clear your throat soundly. āTry it.ā
It takes Jun a moment to register you were talking to him, and he tentatively replaces the spot where your fingers were at with his own.
āRight here?ā he asks.
āMhm.ā Your gaze roams over his concentrated face. āApply a bit of pressure. Thatās the carotid artery doing its work.āĀ
His pulse is certainly fast. The thought has him sinking into a pit of embarrassment.Ā
But he only nods, keeping his voice steady as he says, āYeah, I feel it.ā
āSo whenever you want to count your heart rate, this is one of the places you can check,ā You instruct. āYou can just press down on that spot and count the number of beats you feel in 15 seconds. Then, multiply that number by four, and youāll have your heart rate in beats per minute.ā
Jun attempts to listen to his heart rate, but the attentive look you have on your face as you watch him makes it really hard to properly count. So he chooses to let his hand fall back down. He wouldnāt be able to calculate it with you here with him anyway.Ā
When the two of you meet eyes for the nth time, thereās a fleeting, almost electric moment of mutual awareness. None of you acknowledge it, yet it awkwardly lingers in the air. Warmth spreads across Junās chest, coupled with a nervous energy that makes his heart beat soar just a little faster.
You break the tension with an airy chuckle. āAre you ready to move on?āĀ
Jun blinks a few times, shaking off whatever awkwardness swirling around him, and nods quickly. āYeah, Iām ready.ā
By the time he gets back to his apartment later that evening and begins to unpack his things from his backpack, a small piece of pink paper flutters down to the floor like a feather, landing by his foot. Itās a sticky note, reading:
Good sesh today ā¢į“ā¢ Donāt forget to review!
āThereās no way Iām touching a brain.ā
āJun, you have to! Youāll be wearing gloves anywayšā
āI cannot cut into a brain. That is gross,ā Jun rebukes defensively, face scrunching up with stubborn refusal.Ā
āJun, dissections are really important for anatomy,ā You clarify calmly. āItās part of the learning process.ā
āYeah, Iā¦ I know,ā he mumbles defeatedly, almost shameful to admit. āIām not that good with, uhā¦ dead things. Like, couldnāt we look at diagrams or pictures instead? Theyāre lessā¦ squishy.āĀ
You smile amusedly at that, finding his squeamishness a bit endearing. But you straighten your posture and plaster on a reassuring look to your face.Ā
āI understand that itās not for everyone,ā You respond, a comforting tone to your voice. āBut getting hands-on experience is really valuable. Itās one thing to see it in a book, but actually being able to identify the structures in real life makes a big difference in how you understand the material.ā
Jun still looks apprehensive, but your words bring a sparkle of determination to his eyes. The idea of cutting into something that used to be alive still makes his stomach turn and the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, but he knows that youāre right. When are you not right?
āIt just feels illegal,ā Jun admits uneasily, a shudder running through him at the thought. āI donāt know if I can handle it.ā
āThatās what Iām here for, remember?ā You lightly nudge him in the arm with your elbow, attempting to lighten the mood. āWeāre partners, after all.ā
āYeah, butā¦ā Thereās some hesitation, his gaze dropping down to his shoes. He lowers his voice as he speaks, āI want to show you that Iām capable of doing somethingā¦ā
āThen weāll start off slow, make you become familiar with everything,ā You reason gently. āI know youāre not the only one who feels queasy by it, but youāll have to face it. Facing your fears can help in conquering them, you know.āĀ
The corners of Junās lips tug up at that, mainly from the fact that youāre able to reassure him this effortlessly. He canāt tell if itās exactly your words that eases up his nerves or if itās simply your presence here with him right now thawing away the ice of his fears. Whatever it is, all he can really say is he likes knowing that you genuinely care.
And he likes knowing that youāre right next to him too.
āIf I freak out,ā he starts. āYouāll promise to help me out?ā
Your lips draw into a thin line, a certain playfulness softening the features of your face.Ā
āNo promises, butšā
āHey!ā
āStudy what we discussed today and then Iāll consider it.ā Thereās still a twinge of tease to your words, but the edges are roughened with a touch of sincerity.Ā
Jun just grins. How could anyone ever make up ridiculous rumours about you?
āGood game, man. Same time again next Saturday?ā
Jun huffs out a winded breath, dabbing at the sweat that clings to his forehead with the edge of his shirt before taking a long chug out of the water bottle that Wonwoo tosses over to him.Ā
āYeah. Iāll see you then,ā he replies exhaustedly, taking another tip of water, feeling his muscles aching from the game.Ā
As his friends leave the basketball court, he starts to retrieve his own belongings, slinging his backpack and hoodie over his shoulder and starting his walk towards the bus stop so he could go back home. The sun has completely set at this point, the night sky now blanketing the city in a cool, comfortable darkness. The breeze that floats through the air relieves some of the tension in his body, cooling his skin after the intense game. Jun walks slowly, taking his time on the way to the bus stop, simply savouring the peacefulness of the evening.
He considers getting food for himselfšthereās a small convenience store that he spots at the corner of his eye, and his stomach rumbles at the thought.Ā
He changes direction and heads toward the store, the faint jingling of the door chime greeting him as he steps inside. The store is a cozy, cluttered space with a mix of snacks, drinks, and other essentials. He decides on grabbing a cold drink and some instant ramen that he can heat up when he gets home. And after purchasing, he heads back outside and continues his way to the bus stop.
Tapping his bus card on the scanner, Jun makes his way toward the back of the bus and settles into a seat closest to the window, the seat right next to him vacant. The bus was mostly empty, but everyone else was spread out in their own seats either dozing off, listening to music, or staring out the window. Itās quite nice, he must say.
The sounds of him crumpling his bag fills the still air of the bus as he waits for the bus to move, but the hissing of the doors opening perks his attention up.Ā
Out of all things, he certainly never expected to see the sight of you breathlessly climbing onto the bus, muttering apologies towards the bus driver as you scramble for your bus card in your wallet. Your backpack is about to slip off your shoulder, cheeks flushed from assuming all the running you did to get here, and a mask of tiredness that you wear on your face that isnāt hard to notice. Were you at campus? Itās almost ten at night.Ā
And out of all things, he didnāt expect for you to come over to him among the many empty seats in the bus.Ā
āHey,ā You greet him breathlessly, glancing down at the empty seat next to him. āAre you fine with me sitting here?āĀ
Jun blinks, before speedily adjusting himself, forcing his body more into the seat so you would have all the room that you wanted. He gives you a nod.Ā
Smiling faintly, you sit down right next to him, shoulder brushing against his. You settle your backpack on your lap and lean back a bit, finally allowing yourself to relax. The bus lurches, beginning to move forward. Jun lets his eyes wash over you.
āDidā¦ you just come from campus?ā he asks.Ā
You laugh awkwardly at that. āYeah, Iā¦ I was studying.ā
āYou study this late at night on campus?ā
āI do.ā Itās a bit funny admitting that, you donāt know why. āSorta lost track of time, I guess.āĀ
Jun keeps a fixed look on you, as if there was some anomaly within your words, but he knows youāre telling the truth. He just canāt believe that anyone would stay on campus so late, plus you look way too tired, like you could pass out any second. Some worry flows down his body.Ā
āThat soundsā¦ exhausting,ā he says, concern edging his voice. āAre you sure youāre okay?āĀ
You glance at him, eyes softening slightly. Thereās something about him asking that tugs at your heart. āIām fine. Itās not unusual for me to be up late studying. Iām used to it.ā
Jun feels his fingers twitch around the bag in his grasp. āI see.ā
You let your head fall slightly. āThank you though.ā
He faces you curiously. āFor what?ā
āJustā¦ā For being here? For asking if Iām okay? āI donāt know. Thank you.ā
He doesnāt know why youāre thanking him; if anything he should be the one thanking you.
āOh.ā A small smile appears on his lips. āYouāre welcome.ā
He feels weird. Not in a bad sensešfar from that, actually. Itās basically his first time ever interacting with you that isnāt on school grounds, and in a way right now, he isnāt the student and youāre not the TA. Heās simply Jun, and you areā¦ well, you. Youāre just two people sharing a late bus ride, and Jun is oddly grateful for the chance to see this side of youštired, a little vulnerable, but still yourself nonetheless.
The bus rumbles lightly. Silence swirling the air around the two of you. Jun glances at your profile, noticing how your eyes flutter shut for a brief second before snapping open again. His fingers twitch again, wanting to do something morešmaybe offer you his jacket, or ask if you need anythingšbut he holds himself back.
The thought of pushing himself to exhaustion like that feels foreign. But he knows you well enoughšor at least, heās seen you enoughšto know youāre driven, always working hard, sometimes too hard. He doesnāt know how to tell you that itās okay to slow down.
āY/N?ā he calls out quietly.
You face him with a cute, sleepy look. āHm?ā
āYouāre falling asleep.ā
You giggle lazily at that, the sound unguarded and relaxed. āSorry.āĀ
āItās okay,ā he says softly. āYou can close your eyes. Whenās your stop?ā
Gazing at the window for a few moments, you take note of the familiar surroundings that the bus passes by. āIt should be the next one.āĀ
Before you can settle back into the seat, Jun quickly adds, suddenly feeling brave, āYou canā¦ lean on my shoulder if you want.ā
You hesitate for a moment, then give him a drowsy, grateful smile. āI think Iād like that.ā
With a sigh, you allow your head to rest against his shoulder, and Jun could only imagine how uncomfortable his own shoulder might be compared to a pillow, but he doesnāt mind, and neither do you as wellšat least he thinks you donāt.
Your eyes are closed when Jun leans down to sneak a glance at your face, your features softened with exhaustion. Thereās the faintest sight of a smile to your lips, and it makes his own curve up slightly too. His heart stirs in his chest, all while attempting to fully compose himself so you wouldnāt be disturbed.Ā
As his eyes drift back outside, he leans his own head on the window, watching the cityscape pass by. Thereās fatigue crawling up his body too, but he forces himself to stay awake so that he knows when your stop is approaching. He casts glimpses down to you to make sure youāre still comfortable, but every time he looks at you, his heart seems to do a little jump, a little flutter in his chest.Ā
Jun knows he shouldnāt hope for anything more than this moment, knows he shouldnāt let himself fall into dreams of what-ifs, but he canāt help it. Admitting to himself that he likes you is bizarre, almost too bold for him to fully accept. Yet here you are, leaning against him, breathing softly in your dazed state as if itās the most natural thing in the world.Ā
And maybe, just maybe, he thinks, it could be.
You could tell there was something off about Jun today, and it seems to bother you a little more than you expect.Ā
He just didnāt seem to beā¦ paying attention. You would explain something to him, and heād reply with a small hum of acknowledgment before drifting off into a bit of a daydreaming state. Perhaps his mind was clouded and it wasnāt your place to ask, or maybe he was just tired. Regardless, you knew that it wouldnāt get either of you progress through this tutoring session, especially when youāre trying to instruct him about what to expect for the dissections.
āJun?ā You snap your finger in front of his face, and he immediately perks up. āYou got all that down?ā
āHuh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, the probeā¦ā He trails off, looking a bit lost. āUh, can you repeat it?ā
āThe probe is used to explore and identify different anatomical structures,ā You explain slowly. āBut remember to be careful with it. Tissues are very delicate, so one wrong move could cause damage.āĀ
You watch quietly as he writes down the notes, his head resting on his as if heās struggling to keep his eyes open.
āI saw you fall asleep today in class.ā
Jun looks back up at you, eyes widening as if what he had done was some sort of crime. He suddenly appears more awake than ever.
āCrap, Iā¦ Iām sorry,ā he mutters in apology, face flushing with embarrassment. āI knew you were lecturing since Professor Lee wasnāt here today, but I justā¦ I donāt know. I couldnāt keep my eyes open that well. Iām really sorry.ā
He could only assume the worstšthat youāre mad at him for falling asleep, when in reality he had stayed up late the night before to review over the material the two of you have covered so far during your sessions. But when your face softens into a look of understanding, he seems to relax. Just slightly.Ā
āJun, itās fine, really. I just wanted to make sure youāre okay,ā You reassure him gently. āTrust me, youāre not in trouble and Iām not mad.ā
He swallows down the lump in your throat. āAre you sure?ā
āPositive.ā
āLike really sure?ā
āOne thousand percent.ā
āIām not convinced.ā A sly grin spreads across Junās face. What a dork.
āUnfunny,ā You huff, before taking a seat right next to him and flipping through the pages in your lesson plan.Ā
Once again, Jun props an elbow on the table and leans his head on his hand, a playful smirk lingering on his face as he watches you. You feel his eyes on you.Ā
āIt sort of gave me a little glimpse into your life, you know.āĀ
You glance up, intrigued. āYeah? And what did you take from that?ā
āThatā¦ I really cannot and will never be on your level of studying,ā Jun admits sheepishly. He seems to crawl into himself a bit more as he continues hesitantly, āand, uh, made me admire you a little bit more too.ā
You freeze at that, pausing mid-flipping through a page in your planner as his words float through the air. Admireā¦ you? It wasnāt something you ever anticipated hearing from himšever anticipated to see him this forwardšespecially not today when he seemed so out of it.
You clear your throat softly, trying to act nonchalant. āYou admire me?ā
Jun chuckles softly, the sound a little awkward as he tries to ease the tension. āWell, who wouldnāt?ā
Heās probably digging himself into a bit of a hole right now, perhaps overstepping a small boundary of what was supposed to be just a casual tutoring session. But really, despite these sessions honestly really helping with understanding the material, heās mainly here becauseā¦ wellā¦ he gets to spend time with you.Ā
āSorry, I-I meanā¦ I made this weird, didnāt I?ā Jun swiftly corrects himself, face flushing deeper with each word that leaves him. āI guess I just want to thank you for pushing me to do better. Iāve alwaysā¦ kind of admired that about you for a while now.ā
Even you momentarily forget what you wanted to discuss with him for the session, a surge of warmth shooting through your body. The only sounds you could hear right now are the branches outside hitting the window from the wind and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The room was quiet, filled with an awkward, yet comfortable tension that neither of you seemed to know how to break.
āIām glad to hear that,ā You tell him. āIt means a lot that you feel that way.āĀ
Relief and apprehension hugs around Jun, as if unsure whether he should say anything more or go back to tutoring. But he thinks heās already said enoughšat this point his tired brain nearly made him confess his feelings, and that would be utterly stupid of him.Ā
āBut you should really learn how to rest,ā he suddenly says firmly.
You laugh that off way too easily. āYou know that I canātšā
āI know, butā¦ come on, just rest for a little bit,ā Jun insists. āAt least for a few minutes.ā
āYouāre seriously telling me to rest while Iām here to tutor you?ā You lift a brow, almost teasingly.
The way he only nods and gazes at you with pleading eyes almost resembling a cat stretching out for attention makes it almost impossible to resist. And you would hate to admit that yeah, maybe you do push yourself way too much, that all the strenuous effort you put into studying is now starting to take a noticeable toll on you. At the moment, rest does sound really nice.
āMy friends and I are planning a hangout this weekend at my place, if youād like to join us. Youā¦ You donāt have to if you donāt want to, or if youāre not into that kind of stuff,ā Jun informs you sheepishly. āItās not a lot of us too, but if you ever want to justā¦ unwind, you know, you could stop by. We arenāt doing anything too wild, just a chill get-together. Theyāre all cool, I swear.ā
You consider his offer. Again, you were never much of a party person nor ever gave a crap about that sort of stuff, but the thought of taking a break from your routine is a bit... enticing, to say the least.
āIāll think about it. Thank you,ā You say with a grateful smile, finally giving in. āGive me a few minutes to tidy up?ā
Jun watches for a few moments as you quickly organise through your notes and gather up the loose papers that have accumulated on the table, standing up and heading to the front of the lecture hall to put away the rest of the materials that you wonāt need for the session.Ā
As he waits for you to finish, Jun sets aside his own stuff, folds his arms and places them on the table, slowly guiding his head to rest on top. He closes his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity to rest as much as his body craves.
By the time you get back, you catch a glimpse of Junās relaxed form in his seat, and your heart does a little flip in your chest. The corners of your lips tug up unknowingly into a soft smile as you settle into the seat cautiously next to him, feeling a wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once.
Itās rare that you let yourself go these days, but with Jun here, it seems easier to let your guard down, even for just a few minutes.Ā
Without much thought you let your head rest gently on your own arms, finding yourself staring at the front lecture hall, before ultimately, moving your head so that you were facing Jun. Youāve never seen him this close before, drawn into his features for a moment or twošover his closed eyes and the small moles that pepper his cheek and one particular spot above his lips, which were curled up slightly. Contentment warms you like a blanket as you let your eyes drift to a close.
Unbeknownst to you, Jun slowly peeks his eyes open, being met with the sight of you resting so peacefully and comfortably beside him. A sense of calm takes over the vast lecture hall as he simply watches you, even feeling brave enough to lightly brush a strand of hair away from your face with his finger, before quickly pulling back when he catches your nose scrunching a little in your sleep. His heart swells even more.
He decides on settling back into his own arms, taking one last glance at you before drifting back into light sleep.Ā
āYouāre way too smiley to be going to a tutoring session,ā Chan points out as he catchesĀ Jun about to leave. āIsnāt it like your third time alone this week? Last week you went twiceā¦ā
Jun snorts annoyedly at that. āYeah, and?ā
āWeāre just saying youāre way too happy to be going to tutoring, man,ā Soonyoung continues on, an edge of suspicion to his words. āDid you find out the meaning of life? Figure out why our bodies cause us to shit and piss or why the earth goes around the sun?ā
āIād be happy to answer that question if youāre curious,ā Jun states wryly.Ā
Soonyoung scrunches his face and shakes his head. āPlease donāt.āĀ
His roommate only observes as Jun stuffs his feet into his Converse, which looked to be at the end of its life. Minghao comes out moments later, toothbrush in his mouth with bits of foam to the corners of his lips. Along with Soonyoung and Chan, the three of them watch as Jun finishes lacing up his shoes, his good mood unwavering.
āI think I have an answer to that question,ā Minghao says, voice somewhat muffled.
Soonyoung faces the younger boy. āThe piss or the earth one?ā
āHe has a crush,ā Minghao states flatly, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face despite the toothbrush still dangling from his lips.
āA crush?ā Soonyoungās eyes widen as he exchanges a glance with Chan, the two of them looking like they were about to combust any second. āA crush on that scary TA?ā
āTheyāre not scary!ā Jun protests, face reddening hearing his own loud voice, secretly hoping to make some sort of quick escape before his friends could pry any further into his dry love life, but he knows he wonāt be able to get them off his ass. āSo what if I have a crush on them?ā
Soonyoungās jaw drops to the floor at that, before bursting into laughter. āāSo whatā? Youāre totally into them!ā He starts bouncing on his toes, a grin stretching across his face. āYouāre in loooove with the scary TA! This is gold.ā
Jun could seriously strangle all of his roommates right now. He runs a hand through his hair and glances at the door, regretting opening his mouth. Was he seriously that obvious? āYou guys are blowing this way out of proportion.āĀ
āBro, youāre blushing so hard right now,ā Chan chimes in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. āDonāt even try to deny it.ā
Minghao chuckles, finally pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth. āItās obvious. You donāt study like that for just anyone.ā
Junās face turns an even deeper shade of red. āIšokay, fine! Maybe I like them a little bit, but itās not a big deal! Iām just trying to do well in class. Now, can I leave?āĀ
It takes one last torturous minute of teasing before Jun shoots his roommates with annoyed looks and heads out of the apartment.
Normally at nine oāclock, you would most likely be in the campus library studying until your eyes go dry, or in your own place with textbooks sprawled over your bed. But this time, you find yourself right in front of the address Jun sent youšhis address, specifically.
Youād spent the past few days thinking about his invitation, and despite some initial hesitation, you may be looking forward to this little break from your routine. Because according to Jun from a text he sent you the night before along with the address: itās what you deserve.
Your heart still does a little jump when you think about it still.
[09:08 | y/n] Hey Jun! Iām here by the way
Your phone vibrates right away.
[09:09 | just jun] WHAT omg
[09:09 | just jun] sorry iām coming out right now!!!
Thereās a figure that emerges from a door, waving to you from above. You give out a small wave as you start to make yourself comfortable on the front steps of the building. Jun hurries down the stairs, looking both relieved and a bit flustered as he reaches you.
āHey, Iā¦ā His eyes roam over you from head-to-toe. āI didnāt think youād actually show up.āĀ
You offer a tentative smile. āWell, I figured, you know? Thought it would be nice to stop by for a little bit. Plus you live closer than I thought.ā
Junās face brightens, the relief in his own grin oozing its way into your heart, and he gestures for you to follow him back to his place.
Just as he promised, the gathering was quite small. Jun introduces you to his roommatesšMinghao, Soonyoung, and Chan are their names (Soonyoung and Chan look oddly more excited to see you, for some reason)šand two others in his year. You recognise Wonwoo, who is a TA from the English department, and the other is Jihoon, whose name had been tossed around quite frequently during your time in university.
Overall, the vibes have been quite laid-back, and the apartment has been warm and inviting so far.
āDo you want something to drink?ā Jun asks as he leads you towards the kitchen, where some food and snacks were sprawled across the counter. āThereās water, soda, and umā¦ some alcohol too.ā
Your eyes roam over the assortment on the counter, gaze lingering on the bottles of alcohol. For some reason the idea of relaxing and letting loose feels particularly appealing tonight, and you can hardly remember the last time you had a proper drink ofā¦ anything.Ā
āIāll take some alcohol,ā You answer, suddenly feeling a bit adventurous; it even surprises Jun.Ā
Jun pulls one of the bottles and pours you a generous amount before handing it to you, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as you find yourself settling down in a seat near Wonwoo and Jihoon.Ā
Soonyoung and Chan come into view a few minutes later, and theyāre still looking at you as ifĀ youāve come in with a second head.
āYouāre not scary,ā Chan claims randomly, scanning you up and down with his eyes closely.
You lift a brow and look behind you, thinking he was talking to someone, before turning back to him.Ā
āMe?ā You point to yourself. āScary?āĀ
Soonyoung takes a sip of his own drink before saying, āYeah, dude, I meanā¦ There used to be a lot of rumours spread about you being like, mean and stuff, you know? Iām talking about people saying you were super strict, always serious, and that if anyone messed up in class, youād roast them alive.ā
You almost want to laugh at that. Sure, youāve heard plenty of those rumours before and never really let it get to you, or had the time to straight up dismiss them, but you didnāt think people were still clinging onto those thoughts nowadays.Ā
āDid you expect me to show up with devil horns and a pitchfork?" You joke, finally allowing yourself to laugh, shaking your cup in amusement. āWow, I didnāt realise I was so terrifying. Maybe I should start living up to it now.ā
Soonyoung lets out a hearty laugh, almost choking on his drink. āPlease, no! Weāre all just barely surviving as it is.ā
āNah, youāre good as you are. If anything Iām glad to see that the stuff people have said arenāt true,ā Chan adds in.
An exaggerated gasp leaves Soonyoung. āOh my, God, wait! Does this mean weāre friends now?ā His excitement is so over-the-top that you canāt help but laugh too.Ā
āI donāt know. Maybe,ā You tease with a faint smirk, shrugging. āIf you behave.ā
āIāll take that as a yes,ā Soonyoung declares, grinning ear to ear as Chan gives him an enthusiastic high five. His face is already turning the slightest bit of red from the alcohol. āJun, youāre in good hands!ā
In the kitchen, you catch Jun gazing over his shoulder and towards his friends. And when his eyes land on you, he shoots you a brief smile before quickly taking his eyes away, but the tips of his ears being red doesnāt go unnoticed when he turns away.
As the night continues, you find yourself letting loose, more than youāve ever done recently. You find yourself easily getting along with the lively atmosphere of Jun and all of his friends. You donāt really know how many drinks youāve taken at this point in time, how many refills youāve been offered, but the buzz you feel is pleasant and warm, your inhibitions slowly but surely melting away. Laughter tumbles out of you as if it was the most natural thing in the world, almost to the point you feel your chest physically ache.
Occasionally, from the side, Jun quietly watches you. He can feel his own mood lifting with every smile that finds its way on your face. Itās almost as if heās looking at a completely different personšsomeone entirely the opposite from the studious TA heās been used to this entire time.
But the second he sees you stumble slightly when you come out from a bathroom break, a pang of worry hits him.
āYou okay?ā he asks you when you nearly run into him, making him circle his arms around you out of habit in case you might fall. However, youāre somehow so close to him that he can feel the warmth of you through his clothes. Your cheeks are flushed, and youāre grinning lazily up at him, the effects of the alcohol clearly taking their toll.
āOh, doing lovely, umā¦ā You assure him, voice wobbly as you clear your throat. āThe alcohol was awesome. I havenātā¦ I havenāt drank like this in such a long time. It feels sooooo nice.āĀ
You nearly stumble into him again as you attempt to move past him, and heās quick as the Flash to grab you by the shoulders, his hands squeezing tightly around your forearm.Ā
āI think you should sit down, Y/N.āĀ
āBu-But I donāt want to!āĀ
A playful pout spreads across your face as he carefully leads you back to the quiet kitchen, away from whatever version of charades the others have put on in the middle of the living room.
āYouāve drank too much,ā Jun points out worriedly. āDo you want me to take you home? I can walkšā
āWhat are you? Myā¦ my boss or something? Iām supposed to be the one in control here! Iāmā¦ Iām the one making the decisions, not you!ā You protest, a weak, half-hearted attempt at establishing your authority as you knead the fabric of his shirt into your fists.Ā
Did you have to be so cute when youāre drunk? Though Jun is fast to shake those thoughts away and focus more on making sure youāre okay, having to bite the bottom of his lip to conceal an incoming, endearing grin at your silly antics.Ā
āCome on, let me get you some water and then Iāll take you home, okay?ā Jun offers, and you give him a tight-lipped smile.Ā
āBut I am home,ā You slur lowly, circling a finger in front of his face, close enough you may jab him in the eye. āIām home hereā¦ with youā¦ā
Jun seriously doesnāt know how he would be able to dismiss those words that left your mouth, even in your inebriated state. It doesnāt help that youāre also looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile, like the world is spinning and yet heās the only one keeping you steady.Ā
āLetās go. Iām taking you home,ā Jun says as he snatches up a bottle of water and slowly coaxes you towards the door, not before announcing to his friends as well, who all seem too drunk to even care anyway.
The second the cool air meets your skin and the cold water flows down your throat, you seem a little more lucid, but not entirely. You still clung an arm around Junās own arm, which was hanging loosely and awkwardly to the side, your steps a bit uneven as you walk down the street together.
Jun holds his breath every time your body knocks into his side, afraid you might lose balance, but you somehow manage to stay uprightšbarely. The warmth of your arm wrapped around his doesnāt go unnoticed.
āHey, Y/Nšā
āShhhhh,ā You suddenly hiss, making Jun shut his mouth. āYouāre too loud.ā
Jun hangs his head down in slight guilt. āSorry.ā
āHmm, isokay,ā You mutter, tightening a grip on his and nearly causing Jun himself to stumble. āYou know, youāre always soā¦ nice. Itās kinda weird.āĀ
Jun tilts his head, somewhat confused by your drunken logic. He glances at you, catching the way your cheeks are shaded with a rosy hue and the warmness to your hazy eyes.Ā
āWeird?ā he repeats curiously.
āYeahā¦ā You draw out the word clumsily, shifting your eyes towards him, gaze lingering on him a little longer than usual. āItās like youāre not real sometimes.ā
āYouāre holding onto me.ā Jun shakes his arm, and you still carry a tight grip on his arm, fingers digging lightly into the material of his sleeve. āI think Iām very real.ā
āI know,ā You mumble, scrunching your nose endearingly, as if you still don't believe him. āBut you barely know me.āĀ
Thereās a few moments of contemplation that passes by between the two of you. Your steps have somehow managed to sync with each other, the streetlights above casting down a soft glow on the pavement below, and the quiet night feels oddlyā¦ intimate.Ā
āMaybe.ā Jun shrugs, voice low and soft. āBut I like what I know so far.āĀ
Now itās your turn to grow silent, a wave of realisation cutting through your inebriated thoughts. Your grip goes from loose to tight on Junās arm, your chest and heart feeling heavier than it did moments ago, and it certainly was not because of the alcohol.
Your mind is practically aching with all these thoughts, aching with the urge to do something about it, and the way Junās side profile is illuminated under the streetlight doesnāt help the situation at all.
āItās funny, because Iā¦ I would see you come into class. Andā¦ā You let out a giggle. āI donāt know. My first thought was always that you were cute. Hmm, maybe dreamy too? Yeah, dreamyā¦ Thatās a silly word.āĀ
Before Jun can say anything to that, the words seem to tumble out of you.Ā
ā...Iād see you fall asleep in the back of the class, or come late to lecture, and Iād think you were cute seeing you so panickedā¦ And when you asked me to tutor you, I was so happy. Itās justšI-I donāt know.ā A brief pause, before you continue, āIs this what liking someone is?āĀ
Jun doesnāt notice how much his steps have faltered, his voice and own words getting caught somewhere between his throat and his heart. Thereās a mix of panic, disbelief, and excitement flowing through him, almost too much he canāt quite process going from emotion to the other. However, how the hell does he respond when the person heās been developing feelings for says something like that so openly?
āShit, Iāveā¦ Iāve made this weird, havenāt I?ā You give yourself a light facepalm, before carding a hand through your hair. A yawn starts to leave you. āIām just all over the place right now, Iām sorryā¦ā
Jun wants to say something, needs to say something, but he stumbles over his words. āIā¦ Y/N, Išā
Before he can finish his sentence, you trip slightly, and he instinctively pulls you closer, catching you with both hands. A wholehearted round of laughter tumbles out of you, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment, and for a split second, everything feels still. His heart races faster than ever.
He lets you take the lead on the way back to your apartment complex, feeling as if he had been walking on eggshells the entire time. The buzz of the alcohol running its laps through you has seemed to soften, and if anything, youāre more than ready to sink into your bed for the night. Although thereās comfortable quietness in the air now, Jun canāt stop replaying all the words youāve said to him tonight alone.
Before he can fully process everything, you come to an abrupt stop just outside your building, turning to look at him.
You stare at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his face as if youāre trying to commit everything to memory. Then, without thinking, you step up to him and press a kiss to his cheek. Itās quick, fleeting, the gesture so unexpected it sends a rush of heat flooding up his neck and straight to the tips of his ears. Heās practically on fire, at this point.Ā
When you pull back, thereās a bashful smile playing at your lips. āGoodnight, Jun.ā
You donāt think you can ever look at Jun in the eyes without wanting to sink into the ground, because each time he comes into view, it reminds you of the absolute idiot you put on show for him last weekend. Itās harder to pay attention when your hands seem to touch every given opportunity. You just have to make it through one last tutoring session before the big dissections later that week.
āSo, um, weāll use the forceps to clamp and separate through the tissues,ā Jun explains, pointing towards the dissection guide displayed on the table, still feeling a tad bit queasy at the thought of it, even if the dissection pan was empty. āThen the scalpel will be used to cut on the incision lines we marked.ā
āThatās right. You got it,ā You say with a small smile, briefly casting a glance towards him, watching the way he adjusts the goggles on his face.Ā
The two of you decided on running through the dissection for practice, focusing instead on the procedural steps and techniques. Itās been smooth-sailing so faršJun looks more confident and comfortable as he walks through each stepšand youāre positive that the actual lab will go well.
On the other hand, you both canāt deny the awkwardness thickening through the room, drifting within the crevices of even the most subtle interactions.Ā
āAlright, so once weāve done that, weāllā¦ uh, weāllā¦ā Junās voice trails off as he fumbles slightly with the scalpel, trying to decide between placing it on the tray or handing it to you, his gloved fingers brushing against yours again as you grab it from him.
āSorry,ā You both blurt out at the same time, voices mixing into one.
As you both share an embarrassed laugh, a few moments of silence follows. It seems to dissipate the tension in the air. Some of it, at least.
Jun clears his throat. āY/N, Išā
āItās fine,ā You assure calmly. āLetās just keep going.āĀ
āIā¦ Okay.ā His shoulders slump in a pit of defeat as he fixes his attention back down towards the task at hand. āCan you, uhā¦ pass me the probe?ā
You nod and hand it over to him, trying to attentively listen as he explains the function of the tool and how it would be used for the lab, adding any feedback along the way. Youāre surprised at how easily you fall back into a comfortable rhythm, as if the moments from earlier had ceased to exist, as if that night and your stupidity didnāt happen, but only you both know about the unacknowledged elephant in the room.
The rest of the practice goes by without any more mishaps. The next thing you know, youāre pulling off your gloves and taking off your safety goggles as Jun sets the dissection tray away. By the time he returns, heās surprised to see you already grabbing your belongings like youāre ready to leave.
Jun swallows down the nervous lump lodged in his throat. āY/N, wait.ā
You pause in the middle of stuffing some notebooks inside your backpack, already feeling the apprehension snaking up your spine as you face him.
āCanā¦ Can we talk?ā Jun asks hesitantly.
A sigh leaves you. āLook, that was really dumb of me, I get it. I shouldnāt haveā¦ kissed you on the cheek like that and said all those weird things. It was impulsive and I was drunk. Iām sorry, I shouldāve known my limits, or maybe just have not come at allšā
āI was really happy that you came,ā Jun interrupts, a voice almost too loud in the quiet, empty lab room. He rubs his gloved hands together nervously. āAnd, um, the kiss... I liked it. It was, wellā¦ kind of nice.ā
You really canāt tell if his words are making you feel any better or worse, if the hesitation on his side makes you want to sink more into the ground or feel a bit of hope. Regardless, itās hard to ignore the warmth growing in your face as your fingers tighten around the strap of your backpack.Ā
āI guess what Iām trying to say is that I like you too, and I wanted to finally tell you that before you left my place. But then things got a little messy and it was a bit overwhelming, so I wanted to take you home because you looked like you were about tošā
āJun, justā¦ā You chime in ruefully, clearly not wanting to relive your stupidity. āGo back a little. You like me too?ā
Jun takes in a deep, slow breath.
āYes,ā he says firmly. āHoly shit. I canāt believe I said that.āĀ
The laughs that leave you two sound more freeing in a way, more effortless, like the thick, heavy fog that settled around the room has been lifted, and for the first time in days, everything is more clearer.Ā
The carefree grin that Jun catches to your features nearly forces him to step up towards you, but he holds back. Instead, he thinks the sight of you looking so naturally happy is something he could cherish for a very, very long time.
āSo, uhā¦ā he starts, shooting a sheepish glance down at his shoes before meeting your gaze once more. āWeāre okay?ā
You only nod.
āWeāre okay,ā You confirm softly. āMaybe more than that.āĀ
As you finish getting ready to leave, you turn back to Jun, who nearly drops the dissection pan in his hands.Ā
āI have a meeting to go to right now,ā You tell him. āBut afterwards, I couldā¦ text you?āĀ
His face brightens expectantly, attempting to keep the excitement coursing through him at bay.Ā āYeah, yeah, of course. Umā¦ have a good meeting.āĀ
Heās cute. And silly. And weird. But you wouldnāt have it any other way.Ā
Before you finally leave the lab room, you take a leap of faith and turn back around, heading straight towards Jun. Heās in the middle of taking off his goggles when you find yourself standing back in front of him, and a mischievous grin etches across your face. Jun takes a few steps back, his ass nearly stumbling into the table behind him.
āOne more thing.ā You reach up and to gently tug the goggles off his face, and the contact of your fingers to his hair has Jun bracing himself for doomsday. Your breath fans against his skin for a moment, and when you pull away, youāre holding up the goggles towards him. āYou were wearing these upside down the entire time.ā
Jun chokes on air, and you let out a giggle.
Shit.
Jun cannot focus right now.
The goggles feel uncomfortable on his face, the gloves make his skin feel clammy, the uncomfortable, pungent smell of formaldehyde fills the lab room and his nostrils. Not to mention that thereās a goddamn sheep brain sitting on the metal pan in front of him.Ā
Perhaps he can call it quits nowštake the zero for the lab and run for the hills, drop out of university, become a nomad in the countryside and never have to touch any sort of assignment again. In his mind right before the dissection starts, it really doesnāt seem like a bad idea. Not a bad idea at allā¦
āJun?ā
He snaps his eyes back at you. Youāre wearing your own pair of gloves and goggles, positioning the dissection tools on the table, eyebrows raised in worry.Ā
āAre you good? Weāre about to start,ā You tell him. āYou look a little pale.ā
He blinks a few times, trying to compose and mentally ready himself, acting like he hasnāt just spent the last few minutes imagining an escape plan abandoning all forms of education. āYeah, Iā¦ Iām good.ā
āYou good to start?ā You ask, and the concern he senses in your voice makes his heart soften. āOr do you want me to take over first?āĀ
Thereās that offer again, the one he knows he should probably accept for the sake of his sanity, but thereās also a part of him that doesnāt want to back out now. Not when heās finally managed to clear the air between the two of you, when things are more comfortable than theyāve been in weeks.Ā
Jun exhales, shaking the tenseness out of his body. This is it. Glancing around the room, he notices that other students have already started their dissections with ease. He looks down at the sheep brain again, feeling that queasiness rising, but just your presence right next to him seems to settle down his nerves way more than it should.
He steels himself, trying to cling to that feeling instead of the growing discomfort in his stomach. He can do this. Itās just a brain. A sheep brain, he reminds himself, as if that makes it any better.
Letting out one last breath for good measure, he reaches for the scalpel.Ā
āIām good,ā he says, more to himself than to you. āLetās do this.āĀ
His hand quivers as he leans in towards the sheep brain, its colour slightly pinkish and grey. His nose crinkles the closer he gets to it, and the second he lightly grazes the scalpel along the surface of the brain, he canāt help but wince. At his side, he feels your shoulder make contact with his, and helps ground him a little more.Ā
Narrowing his eyes, he focuses on making a precise incision straight down the middle of the brainšthe medial longitudinal fissure, he recallsšhis hand trembling slightly as he draws the scalpel down. The smell of formaldehyde grows stronger as he slices through the tissue, and the somewhat gelatinous texture that the brain has is incredibly off-putting.Ā
When he finally finishes, you help part the brain in half, and Junās eyes widen in awe at how visible the structures are.Ā
āYou did pretty well.ā You send an encouraging smile Junās way, taking the probe in your hand and motioning towards the exposed structures. āSee? Look at that. You can see all the parts clearly.ā
Jun takes a leap of faith and points to a particular part. āThatāsā¦ the thalamus there, right? And the hypothalamus is right below it.āĀ
You nod proudly. āYou got it. And this section right here?ā
āTheā¦ pons? And then, uhā¦ Oh! The medulla oblongata. Then the spinal cord starts beneath it.ā
āYep. Here?ā
āThe cerebellum!āĀ
Your own heart seems to swell with every step up his confidence goes, whatever discomfort he was initially feeling begins to be melted away under the warmth of your praise. You bring your eyes up from the brain, letting it roam over his side profile, taking in the way the goggles make his hair stick out in odd angles, the curve of his jaw as he tilts his head slightly, brows furrowed in concentration.
As Jun pinpoints another structure on the brain, he faces toward you for confirmation, only to be met with your eyes already on him. He opens his mouth to say something, before slowly shutting it, and for a split second, he forgets about the question he was about to ask, the lab, everything else.
āDid I get it right?ā Jun questions, feeling the confidence flowing through him falter under your thoughtful expression. āThis is the sulcus? And the gyrusā¦ā
You lower your attention back down to the sheep brain, realising he was pointing to a spot with the probe.Ā
āHm, justā¦ā You start, leaning in a bit closer to examine where heās pointing to. With a sly smirk, you reach over to grasp his wrist lightly, slowly guiding his hand more accurately with the probe. Your warmth slips teasingly under his skin. āThe sulcus is the little groove right here, and the gyrus is the ridge surrounding it. See it?ā
Jun swears youāre doing this on purpose, and whatever it is, itās working.
āGot it,ā he mumbles, hoping you wonāt be able to see the flush to his cheeks under the goggles. His eyes flicker between the brain and your face, noting the playful glint in your pupils that certainly isnāt from the fluorescent lighting of the lab room. āI see it now. Thanks.ā
You let go of his wrist, still wearing that mischievous look at your lips, though it fades into something more genuine now. āYouāre doing good, you know.ā
Relief hits him from your words. He does feel way more comfortable, the entire lab becoming less daunting all because you were simply right here next to him. His mind momentarily flashes back to all what youāve done for himšfrom the tutoring, to the way youāve been nothing but supportive and patient with him, before it all circles back to the mutual fondness blooming its way within the crevices of your hearts together.
He likes you, and you like him back. Jun still has no idea how this came to be, because he used to think he had no such chance with you. Yet now, he has the freedom to think about where he wants to take you on your first date.
The rest of the dissection goes by with ease. Slowly but surely, other students begin to clean up their workspace and submit their lab reports to Professor Lee, their tasks winding down as the lab session comes to a close. The lab starts to empty out as the minutes tick by, and it isnāt long until thereās just a few more students leftšyou and Jun included.
āHere, Iāll finish up here,ā You tell him, taking the brain into your hands without hesitation and placing it into a sealed bag for disposal later on. Then you take the dissection tools into your hands and walk off towards the sink to wash them, leaving Jun hanging in a bit of a daze.Ā
āIā¦ What can I do then?ā he asks, wanting to contribute still.
You turn back to him, humming in contemplation.Ā
āLetās seeā¦ Disinfect the table, take off your gloves and goggles, and thenā¦ā Your lips quirk up again. āJust stand there and look cute. Iāll handle the rest.āĀ
The tips of his ears flush with heat as you casually sidle away from him and towards the sink. Jun shakes away the flutters in his stomach, though the corners of his lips tugs upwards as he works on cleaning up the table.Ā
Jun is already waiting by the door with his backpack on his shoulders as you finish up some tasks with Professor Lee. Once you get the signal that youāre free to leave, Jun feels the excitement pool down to his feet, a sense of accomplishment knowing that he was able to get through the one lab he dreaded most, and finished the class with a passing grade.
As you both exit the building, Jun pauses in his place, watching you continue to walk a bit without him.
āI owe you a date, you know,ā he calls out to you with determination, though a pinch of nervousness still lingers.
You turn back to him curiously, and the way the sun catches on your face makes you appear more radiant above anything else. āA date, you say?āĀ
āYeah, Iā¦ā He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. āBefore all of this, I told you I would owe you something for helping me, and wellā¦ā He lets his shoulder relax. āI want to take you on a date.āĀ
Jun watches the way a bunch of emotions seem to morph among your face. Even with knowing how you feel for him, he still braces himself for a different kind of response.Ā
Biting at the bottom of your lip, you step back up to him, and before he could fully process whatās happening, you answer him with a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek. Right at the corner of his lips, to be specific. Then you reach down and grip his wrist, tugging him gently towards you.
āYouāre on,ā You challenge, a playful sparkle to your eyes. āLetās get going.ā
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liar, sweetheart
rating: explicit
member: sunghoon
premise: your best friend, benj, is a twin but he's the complete opposite of his brother. his brother, sunghoon, is all kinds of sleazy, or so you've heard. knowing about your big fat crush on your best friend, this sorry excuse of a twin brother agrees to put in a good word, in exchange for a good fuck, of course.
notes: fem!reader, dom!sunghoon, sort of rivals-to-lovers, unprotected sex, slight breeding, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation, praise, clothed sex, accidental voyeurism, sunghoon is two people here lmao, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: fifth entry for my 1k follower special! we're in the endgame now, people. one last after this and my 1k event is ending. how did that happen :') anyways, i really got back into my writing groove for this one so i hope you all enjoy!
"what do you think of sunghoon?"
your ears perk up as you turn your head to give your best friend a look.
oh, benj. sweet, sweet benjamin park.
awkward but in a cute, boyish sort of way, tall almost to the point of gangly, but handsome in the way supermodels were.
benj is a figure skater, a very good one at that. he's at the level where if he did well enough, he'd be international news tomorrow. you've seen him skate and to you, it was nothing short of mesmerizing.
oh, you. clueless, utterly clueless you.
honestly, it was all so predictable.
a situation right out of booktok's latest favorite friends-to-lovers novel by some up-and-coming author. the comfortable silence, the memorized starbucks orders, the pining, oh, the pining. booktok lives for the pining.
sitting here in benj's room as he casually games, fingers lazily moving over his ps5 controller, you realize just how utterly shortsighted you were.
of course you'd fall in love with your best friend. it's law. it's fate. a canon event, as the kids say.
but, you're getting out of topic here. right now, benj is asking you about his twin brother.
"what do you mean?" you ask, swiveling around in the office chair by benj's desk. benj is perched on his bed, leaned up against his headboard as he plays.
"like...what do you think of him...?" benj repeats, as if in an attempt to rephrase his question but ultimately failing.
your forehead creases even more.
"you have to be more specific than that," you chuckle.
benj pauses the game, setting the controller down. he shifts on his side so he can get a better look at you.
"do you like him?" benj deadpans, raising an eyebrow.
you nearly choke on your own saliva.
sunghoon. benj's twin brother.
the younger twin, as benj always reminded. your thoughts drift to the other park brother, complete in all his dark clothes and equally dark hair.
while benj afforded himself the preference of dying his hair an icy blonde, sunghoon kept his own hair jet black. benj wore sweaters and cardigans and loose-fitting shirts, but sunghoon wore button-ups, with the first three buttons popped open, paired with jeans ripped to the heavens.
benj is the shining star in this family, a star figure skater, an overachiever. sunghoon battles his way around ice hockey, dabbles in dance, keeps his triumphs to himself.
benj is the sun, while sunghoon is the moon. yin and yang.
you get the picture.
oh, and sunghoon is a complete asshole. benj is not.
"he's okay," you finally answer. benj looks at you like he's waiting for more.
"that's it?" benj asks after a second.
you roll your eyes. "i don't know what you want me to say. i barely talk to him since i spend most of my time with you."
benj cocks his head to the side, as if curious.
"weird," he says. "he asks about you all the time."
this piques your interest.
"he does?"
benj shrugs, returning his attention to the tv. he picks the forgotten controller back up, resuming his game.
"yeah. asks if and when you'll be coming over," benj explains. he shoots you a quick side glance.
"you're not hooking up behind my back, are you?"
you physically recoil at benj's words, the idea initially repulsive to you.
"absolutely not," you practically spit out. "he's not my type."
benj bursts out laughing, his eyes forming cute crescents as he does so.
"you basically just called me ugly with that," benj points out, eyes unmoving from the tv screen.
you stutter for a second. "that's not what i meant. it's justāwell we're not close, at least not like how we are andā"
you sigh, cutting yourself off. you've embarrassed yourself enough, you think.
benj shakes his head, one side of his mouth turning up in a half-smile.
"okay, no need to explain, ______. i was just asking," benj says. "but the way you're so defensive about it is raising a few questions, not gonna lie."
you rub exasperatedly at your temples.
"i am not sleeping with your brother."
---
"hey."
you nearly jump a foot back in surprise. looking up, you're met with the stern gaze of sunghoon, black hair falling over his eyes. he's wearing one of those compression shirts, ridiculously tight against his toned upper body.
you turn away before it gets weird.
"oh, sorry, is benj home?" you ask, peeking momentarily past sunghoon.
"he's at training," sunghoon informs. "didn't he tell you?"
you glance at your watch. "he said he'd be done by now."
sunghoon raises an eyebrow. "well, he's not."
your mouth falls open, your mind momentarily going blank. you shift your expression to one of stony resolve.
"you know what, i'll just come back. sorry to bother you," you say, already turning away.
"i didn't tell you to leave, did i?"
you turn back, giving sunghoon a look. you stare hard, noticing just how much he resembles benj. but some things differ, naturally.
an extra beauty mark. the slightly sharper upturn of his nose. the seemingly eternal frown on his face.
"you can come in," sunghoon says with a sigh, stepping aside. you duck your head as you cross the threshold.
"and don't be so uptight next time," he adds. you can practically hear the smirk as he says this.
you glare daggers at sunghoon and he's still smiling as he closes the door behind him. he crosses his arms and studies you.
he leans back against the door and you straighten yourself up as much as you could.
"what's your problem, sunghoon?" you ask, planting your hands on your hips.
"what's yours?" sunghoon replies. you feel a twinge of annoyance spark in your chest.
"nothing," you emphasize. "and that's exactly it. i don't have a problem but if you don't stop acting like that, i might just have one soon enough."
"acting like what?" sunghoon questions, tilting his head to the side.
you swallow. you rack your brain for something to say, and don't be mistaken, you have a lot, but it's like your train of thought has halted altogether.
"like...that," you say, gesticulating vaguely with your hands.
sunghoon laughs, a hand coming up to run through his hair. you watch him, observe as his muscles shift beneath that stupidly tight, stupidly attractive shirt.
...what?
"are you this jumpy with my brother?" sunghoon asks, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants.
"i don't follow," you say, taking a step back. being close to sunghoon seems suffocating now, as if the air is stuffy with something you can't quite put your finger on.
"of course, you don't," sunghoon mutters under his breath.
it takes everything in you not to punch him square in the jaw.
"you like benj, don't you?" it's more of a statement rather than a question and it's so unexpected to you, you nearly stumble back in surprise.
"what?" is all you can say.
sunghoon snorts as if your confusion is oh-so-amusing.
"no need to deny it, _______," sunghoon reassures. "everyone with one working eye can see it."
you decide to stay silent. maybe if you don't react, sunghoon would drop the subject.
sunghoon seems satisfied with himself as he grins, nodding to himself, probably mentally patting himself on the back for his 'detective work'. he brushes past you and you get a whiff of his perfume and what you can assume is his body wash.
fresh. powdery. clean.
you wait a second before you hear his bedroom door close.
you let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.
your phone vibrates with a notification and you're relieved to see it's a message from benj.
'are you at my place yet? i'll be home in a few. sunghoon will let you in. sorry, love u!'
you smile to yourself as you lock your phone.
---
you couldn't stop thinking about it.
were you really that obvious? or is it just some twin telepathy that's why sunghoon could tell? could benj tell?
you sit up, careful not to jostle anything in your immediate vicinity. you peer up at benj's sleeping figure from where you're situated on his spare mattress, positioned on the floor right next to his bed.
he seems to be deep in slumber, shoulders rising and falling steadily. you swallow, realizing how parched your throat has gotten. you get up on your feet, treading carefully around benj's room to get to the door.
you exit, walking down the hallway of the parks' penthouse apartment, trying to make as minimal sound as you can. you round the corner to where you know the kitchen is and you immediately stop in your tracks.
"shitā" you curse, startled by the figure standing by the kitchen island.
your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you realize you've come face to face with sunghoon.
"hi, _______," sunghoon greets. "fancy seeing you here."
you huff, approaching the refrigerator. "ha ha. you scared the shit out of me."
you hear sunghoon laugh quietly from behind you.
you take the ice-cold pitcher out of the fridge, setting it on the counter before walking over to the cupboards where the parks keep their glasses.
you can feel sunghoon watching you, aware of the burning attention. you can feel your neck prickle with it.
you pull the cupboard door open and it's only now that you realize you can barely see. afraid to just reach in and possibly knock over and break something, you pause, willing your vision to adjust even more to the low lighting.
"hey, can you turn on theā"
your words are cut off when you feel warmth press up against your back. you flinch, watching with wide eyes as sunghoon's arm braces itself against the countertop in front of you. he reaches over you, his breath tickling the top of your head.
you shiver involuntarily.
you turn to face him, pressing yourself fully against the granite behind you. sunghoon pulls a glass down from the cupboard, handing it to you. his arm is still planted firmly to your side, half caging you in.
"here," sunghoon says.
you can just make out his face in the low light, his scent invading your senses once more. you take the glass from him and he steps away, freeing you.
you wordlessly return to the center of the kitchen, pouring yourself the water you desperately need. and boy, do you need it.
you gulp down mouthfuls of it, unsure why your legs are suddenly weak, your knees threatening to give out.
"hey," sunghoon calls out. you pause, turning to where he's still standing by the cupboards.
he has the same easy stance he had earlier in the day. leaned back, arms crossed. even in the dark, you can feel him staring.
"what?" it comes out a little more harshly than you'd like and you wince.
"do you hate me or something?" sunghoon asks brusquely.
once again, you find yourself rendered speechless by sunghoon.
"no," you answer simply, setting your glass down.
"then why don't you hang out with me like you do with benj?" sunghoon asks, approaching you.
"because benj is my best friend, you're not," you respond. sunghoon stops right in front of you and you have to crane your neck to meet where you think his eyes are.
"your best friend that you're in love with," sunghoon says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"that's not true," you deny.
sunghoon snickers. "sure, keep lying to yourself, sweetheart."
you inhale at the term of endearment.
"you know, i never understood why you got closer to him but you stopped spending time with me altogether," sunghoon muses. "the three of us grew up together, remember?"
you do.
the afternoons spent in the local playground. you and benj sat on the swings while sunghoon pushed. you and sunghoon on the seesaw while benj attempted to balance in the middle (much to their mother's horror). the twins hiding while you played seeker.
a smile tugs at your lips at the memory. and then it falters just as quick.
"you were the one who stopped hanging out with us," you say, a little accusatory in the way you did. "you had newer ice hockey friends and when middle school rolled around, you decided those girls were worth your time more than us."
'more than me,' is what you wanted to say. but you swallow it down.
sunghoon stays silent at this. after what you estimate is a minute, he sighs.
"sorry," is all he says.
you shake your head. "it's okay, we all drift apart from our childhood friends at one point."
sunghoon steps even closer. you can feel him now. a strange crackle of electricity tickles your fingertips.
"that's not the case with you and benj," sunghoon observes.
it's your turn to say nothing.
"i can help you," sunghoon suggests. your head snaps up as you try to process sunghoon's words.
you can see him now, illuminated by the faint hallway lights behind you. sunghoon's looking at you, expression unreadable.
"help me?" you parrot back. sunghoon nods.
"i can help you get with benj, if that's what you want. plant the seeds, so to speak," sunghoon explains. "he is my twin brother, after all."
you consider this for a moment. there's no denying the giddy feeling you get in benj's presence. the comfort it gives you when you spend the whole day together. the butterflies in your stomach when he beams at you, all bright and shining.
this should be an offer you can't refuse.
"i just have one thing to ask of you," sunghoon cuts through your thoughts.
"what?" you ask.
sunghoon pauses, turning away as if gathering his own words.
"do you ever feel that there's this weird...thing between us?" sunghoon asks.
your whole body seems to stiffen. your hands turn cold, clammy.
"like tension," sunghoon elaborates. "something you can't really explain."
"no," you answer a little too quickly.
sunghoon chuckles. "there you go again, lying."
you avoid sunghoon's gaze, staring hard at a spot behind him where his shadow dances against the cabinets.
"if you agree to...try this thing with me just this once, i'll help you get together with benj," sunghoon concludes, bending lower so he's in your line of sight.
unable to avoid him any longer, you look into sunghoon's eyes. he's much clearer now, your eyes well-adjusted to the dark. he's looking at you, expression soft, unlike the other times you've come face-to-face with him.
"so, you're offering to be my wingman, but only if i let you fuck me?" you string your words out carefully. "is that it?"
sunghoon sighs, shrugging. "basically, yeah. sounds fucking weird but you can always say no."
"it is weird," you confirm. you cross your arms as you narrow your eyes at sunghoon.
"can't we just skip the part where we fuck and go straight to the part where you help me?"
sunghoon grins down at you, dipping even lower so you're eye level with him.
"it's as if you don't know me at all, _______," sunghoon says lowly. "that hardly seems fair, sweetheart."
you grit your teeth.
"besides, do you want to skip the part where we fuck?" sunghoon presses on the last word, holding your gaze as he said it. you feel a warmth spread all over your body.
you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. your mind is at war with itself, warning you that this is a bad idea. if you get together with benj after, what then? take the secret that you fucked his brother to your grave?
"just this once, and when we're done, you'll help me, correct?" you say, raising a brow at sunghoon.
sunghoon nods. "exactly."
you pause. you want it. what 'it' is, you're not so sure.
you reach your hand out.
"deal."
sunghoon grasps your hand in his, squeezing firmly. his fingers envelop yours easily, your palm almost cartoonishly smaller than his.
and he's warm. so warm.
your eyes meet his and it's like something snaps.
you feel sunghoon grasp at your waist and your own arms come flying up to wrap around sunghoon's neck. he kisses you fervently, harshly, desperately. you respond with the same enthusiasm, pulling him closer to you.
sunghoon pushes you against the fridge, the contents rattling within. you gasp as the cold metal presses through your thin pajamas, but sunghoon drinks in any noise from you with his mouth.
"fuck," sunghoon mutters softly.
"god, ______," sunghoon continues, hands splayed against your back, his lips exploring the expanse of your neck.
"sunghoon," you whisper, clutching onto his wide frame. you mewl softly when you feel him suckle on a spot just above your collarbone.
you pull sunghoon away from your neck, guiding his face back to level with yours. you kiss him some more, a strange feeling bubbling within you.
it's making you want more of sunghoon, as if your whole being craved him.
you hear a soft click of a door opening somewhere down the hall and your eyes fly open, your hands forcing sunghoon off you. he jumps back as well, a panicked look on his face.
footsteps echo in the hallway and a voice immediately follows after.
"_______?"
benj. it's benj. his voice is thick with sleep and you look over at sunghoon, eyes wide with alarm.
"i-i'm in the kitchen," you call out. "just needed a drink."
you rush out of the kitchen and into the hall, running right into benj's firm chest. he catches you before you stumble and he holds you at arm's length, looking at you through half-closed eyes.
"there you are," benj says with a laugh.
you let out a nervous giggle of your own, gently pushing benj back towards his room.
"i'm right here," you assure him. benj rambles on about hearing noises from his room and you quickly dismiss it as you just messing around in their kitchen.
just as you herd benj back into his room, you look back down the hall and see sunghoon sauntering casually towards his own door. he catches your eye and winks, stepping quietly into his room.
---
"i know what you were doing last night."
you stop dead in your tracks, hand frozen in midair just as you're unwrapping your hair from your towel.
you had just stepped out of the bathroom adjacent to benj's room, dressed in his shirt and your shorts from yesterday. it's the morning after your little tryst with sunghoon and you were nearly a hundred percent sure you had successfully lied your way out of an explanation to benj.
it turns out, you haven't.
"you were hooking up with sunghoon, weren't you?" benj says, looking at you expectantly.
you put on your best attempt at an appalled expression, eyes wide an lips turning down into a frown.
"no, i wasn't," you muster up with as much disgust as you can.
benj just laughs. "i've lived here for nearly half my life, ____. i know the sounds of this house better than you."
"well, you thought wrong," you argue, busying yourself with brushing through your hair. you keep your eyes trained on the full body mirror in front of you, setting your sight on your own face.
benj comes up behind you, looking at you as if he could see right through you.
you think maybe he can.
"you're such a bad liar," benj accuses.
"i would never hook up with your brother," you protest, raking through your hair aggressively. you're getting antsy and you pray that benj would just drop the subject.
"why not?" benj questions.
you look at his reflection, scowling. "i don't like him like that, benj."
"hooking up with him would feel like hooking up with you," you add. 'a red herring, yes,' you think. 'distract him, make him feel weird for even asking.'
benj gives you a look. "what's so bad about that?"
you stare open-mouthed at benj. a million thoughts are flying through your head and something pinches at your chest.
"you're my best friend, benj," you try to reason. "that's weird."
"and hooking up with my brother isn't?"
you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.
"i didn't hook up with sunghoon!"
benj nods, pouting as if not fully convinced. "okay, whatever you say."
he steps out through the door, leaving you in his eerily quiet room.
you sigh, turning back to your reflection.
"not yet," you whisper to yourself.
---
"aren't you leaving yet?"
you look up from your phone and you're met with sunghoon peeking through benj's door. his hair is damp and you can smell his aftershave from where you're sprawled out on benj's bed.
"nope," you reply curtly, turning back to your phone.
"you've been here two days," sunghoon points out, stepping into the room. you ignore the jolt of excitement in your gut.
"i'll leave once benj comes back from training," you say.
"oh sure, then the two of you will get caught up again in whatever nerd things you do, and then it's the evening and you'll stay another night, walking around in your skimpy pajamas," sunghoon rambles sarcastically.
you narrow your eyes him as you sit up. "what's wrong with my pajamas?"
"they make me impossibly hard, _______. that's what's wrong," sunghoon admits, expression unchanging.
your eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise. "that down bad, huh?"
"nah," sunghoon replies nonchalantly.
"whatever you say, sweetheart," you say, throwing the pet name back at sunghoon.
sunghoon lets his eyes travel over your body, expression darkening, and you feel every hair on your skin stand up under his unrelenting gaze. you shift around, unsure of what to do with sunghoon's undivided attention.
you watch as sunghoon approaches, his jaw set as he pauses right before benj's bed. he meets your eyes and before you know it, sunghoon is crawling over you, stopping once he has you caged in between his arms.
"you're seriously not thinking of fucking me on your twin brother's bed, are you?" you whisper. you're nearly nose to nose with sunghoon now.
"i am," sunghoon answers simply before kissing you, effectively driving you back against the plush mattress.
the same bubbling feeling reappears and you grab at any part of sunghoon that you can, hooking your legs around his waist. he grunts against your mouth and you feel him harden against your core.
"this is my shirt by the way," sunghoon grins against your lips. "benj stole it from me a while back."
you moan at the thought of it. you feel sunghoon reach under yourāhisāshirt, chuckling when he feels the absence of a bra. he cups one of your breasts in his hand, kneading as he continues his assault on your lips.
"lose this," sunghoon commands, his other hand tugging your shorts down harshly. you oblige, reaching down to discard the piece of clothing along with your underwear.
"but keep this on," sunghoon adds as he kisses along your jaw, referring to the large shirt swallowing your frame.
you kick off your shorts and underwear the same time sunghoon pulls back to undo his own joggers. he throws them off to the side unceremoniously before hovering back over you, his eyes scanning every feature of your face.
"if you're so in love with benj, why are you about to sleep with me on his bed?" sunghoon asks, his fingers trailing down delicately from your chest down to your stomach. you flinch, fighting the urge to curl into yourself at the ticklish feeling.
sunghoon continues down towards the space between your legs, wasting no time swiping through your folds. you gasp, back arching as sunghoon rubs up and down, finger circling teasingly around your entrance.
"you talk too much," you counter, voice shaking. "are you gonna fuck my brains out or what?"
sunghoon sneers, shoving two fingers in without warning. you yelp, turning to bury your face in benj's pillow. it smells like him, but you barely register that, seeing as his twin's fingers are knuckles deep in you.
"go on, run your mouth like you always do, slut," sunghoon taunts. you involuntarily clench down at his use of such a degrading word and sunghoon notices, of course, his mouth curling into a smirk.
"should have known you were into that," sunghoon wonders out loud. he moves his fingers in and out of you, pumping his thick digits into your wanting hole.
you clamp a hand down on your mouth, suppressing every noise that threatens to escape you.
"let me hear you, pretty, come on," sunghoon coos, prying your hand off your face. "it's just the two of us here."
you bite your lip but let yourself be heard as sunghoon continues to fuck you with his fingers. he curls them up inside you and you thrash about, the pressure building within your abdomen.
"gonna cum already? you're so fucking easy," sunghoon comments, leveling his face with your cunt. he blows softly against your clit and you cry out in pleasure.
you feel the wet heat of his tongue press against your bundle of nerves and coupled with sunghoon's fingers, you can't help but curse loudly at the sensations.
"shit, sunghoon!" you whine. "yes, just like that, please."
sunghoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and running his tongue over it alternately. you feel like you're about to lose your mind. you're seconds away from orgasm and you barely have any time to warn sunghoon.
"i'm gonna cum, sunghoon i'm gonnaā"
you're cut short by your own loud moans as you feel yourself come undone, your whole body seizing up. you grip at the sheets beneath you with one hand while the other reaches down to thread through sunghoon's hair. you hear him grunt against your pussy as you tug at the strands.
eventually, you relax, easing up on sunghoon's hair. he comes up to face you, his mouth glistening with your release. he licks his lips, smirking at the way you watch him with awe.
"you still with me?" sunghoon asks with a raise of his brow. you nod weakly, hands coming up to cup at his face.
sunghoon leans down to kiss you tenderly and you moan as you taste yourself on his lips. he moves his lips against yours slowly, savoring each pass of your tongue over each other's, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away.
you peek down and see that sunghoon's cock stands red and angry against the black of his shirt.
"fuck me raw," you say before you can stop yourself.
sunghoon's eyebrows shoot up.
"are you sure?" he asks.
you nod, angling your hips up. restraint be damned, you want sunghoon and you want him now.
sunghoon chews down on his bottom lip as he lines himself up against your dripping hole. he coats his tip with your juices and you throw your head back as he teases you with his leaking cock.
"please," you whisper.
sunghoon presses a kiss on your cheek. "i got you, angel."
you feel him push in, stretching you out more than you anticipated. your mouth falls open in a silent moan as sunghoon slowly but surely bottoms out. your heart races and your mind loses all coherent thought. all you can register is that sunghoon feels like he's splitting you open with his dick.
"fuuuuck," sunghoon drawls into your ear.
"so fucking tight and so fucking good," he continues, bracing himself on either side of you. he moves his hips experimentally, pulling out then thrusting in and the two of you moan at the same time.
"give it to me," you pant, pulling sunghoon closer. "don't you dare hold back."
sunghoon grunts as he snaps his hips forward. you whine and moan like a whore as sunghoon fucks into you with reckless abandon. he keeps his eyes on your face, observing every expression that passes over your features.
"look at me," sunghoon orders as you let your eyes flutter close. "i said, look at me."
you obey, peering up at sunghoon through your lashes. he grabs your jaw as he hammers even harder into you. you cry out brokenly as you feel him deep within you. he's like a man starved, eyes wild as he takes you like this. rough and uncaring and oh so desperate.
"waited so long for this," sunghoon grunts. "to have you moaning and begging under me."
you feel tears prickle in your eyes, half from sunghoon's sharp nails digging into your cheek and half from the way his cock repeatedly punches against your cervix. it hurts but it's a pain you'd like to savor.
"god," sunghoon says, his face scrunching up in pleasure. he momentarily closes his eyes as he moves his hips even faster. he turns back to you, and by this time, your tears have escaped, streaking your face.
"fuck yeah, cry for me," sunghoon curses. "my pretty slut, weeping over my dick."
"oh, fuckā"
it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly that you can physically feel your body jolt. your second orgasm of the day rips through you, brought about by the filthy words escaping sunghoon's mouth. you hear him practically growl above you as he stills, your cunt clenching down so hard he's unable to move. you feel him twitch inside you and a second later, the warmth of his cum follows, shooting deep inside.
you're full-on crying now, mind hazy from pleasure as sunghoon catches himself before completely crushing you with his weight.
you wrap your shaky arms around sunghoon's shoulders, stroking his hair as the two of you calm yourselves down. sunghoon pulls out a minute later and you wince, immediately clamping your legs together to keep all of him inside you.
sunghoon plops down next to you, breathing heavy as his eyes stare at the ceiling. you hug your knees to your chest, hoping that nothing stains benj's sheets.
"fuck, that's a good girl, keeping all my cum in," sunghoon says through breathless chuckles. you groan, swatting at his chest.
"get tissues or something," you demand weakly, rolling over to your side. sunghoon pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.
"later," he murmurs, kissing you on the forehead. "just wanna hold you."
you hum in agreement, letting your eyes droop close. the two of you lay there, unmoving for a few minutes.
you initially think it's your imagination but you can hear faint footsteps coming down the hallway from outside benj's room. just as your eyes fly open, a loud knock thunders against the door.
"are you done?" comes benj's muffled voice from the other side.
"as much as i wanted to stay and watch, that might not be something you guys are into, so i gave you your privacy," he continues.
you and sunghoon look at each other, clearly panicking.
"but please, for the love of god, don't do it on my goddamn bed next time!"
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my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello beautiful souls āØ I'm back! Today I will be looking into the compliments said behind your back. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the artist of the pictures, but if you know please let me know in the replies!
Pile 1 Cards: Page of Swords rx, Ten of Swords rx, Eight of Wands rx, Knight of Wands rx, Strength, Eight of Pentacles, The Star, Two of Cups Back of the Deck: The Hierophant
One of the first things I picked up for this pile is that someone finds you hot as hell. While I was shuffling I heard something like, "damn pile 1 is so sexy". So for sure, there are some people out there biting their lips for you Pile 1. I am also picking up that people may not tell you this directly cause you may come off as kind of intimidating to some people. But people also find this intimidating side of you very attractive. I am picking up that people find you to have a very strong presence, they see you as a very powerful being. Some people even think of you as a sort of god. That's so fun Pile 1, you got worshipers lmao. For some of y'all, you are a lot of people's boss and your co-workers find you SO COOl. You might be really fun to work with or the people you work with see you as very efficient and responsible. People see you as the master of your craft, the best of the best. There is something that y'all are really good at and people are always in awe by your talent. You may also just have a lot of talents in general. I am picking up for a specific group of y'all, you are a really good rapper and people find your rapping skills to be flawless and so satisfying to listen to. You may also just be extremely musically gifted and there are so many people that find you so talented. Y'all have strong Soyeon of (G)i-dle vibes. Like we got the Star, in other's eyes, you are a shining star, ready to show the world all the talent and beauty you have to offer. People also really appreciate the time and effort you put into the things you are passionate about, you make sure to add such small details that add to everything you do. People notice and love the way you don't rush yourself and it always has the best end result. I am getting this may be my Latino/Hispanic pile (not for everyone ofc) and I am getting that if you do speak Spanish, people find it SO SEXY when you do, like people just can't help but MELT. Although spirit is telling me you may actually hear people say this to you. There are plenty of people who are in love with you but are scared to confess. I am picking that some of y'all actually don't hear too many compliments and it makes you think lowly of yourself, but Pile 1, people love you and find you so amazing. Spirit really wants you to know that you do more than just take up space in this world and that you are more than worthy of all the things you want in this world. If you want it, then it's yours.
Advice Cards: Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy A change in attitude toward the greater good could be beneficial Remember that in universal law, all is well and fair It's time to challenge old beliefs Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life You are intuitively gifted. Trust your guidance
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Pile 2 Cards: Three of Pentacles, The Magician rx, Two of Pentacles rx, Seven of Cups, The World, Nine of Cups rx, Four of Swords, Ten of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Knight of Pentacles
One of the first things that spirit wants me to mention is that you get A LOT of compliments. I think people overall enjoy spending time with you, I feel like your energy is almost addicting to some people. You have the kind of vibe that people will talk about how much they liked you, years into the future. You are the kind of person someone would mention in their speech about how they made it through a tough situation if that makes sense lol. I feel like when people think back on you, they can't help but smile. You also have a very bright smile, it makes others want to smile with you. Spirit is telling me you might have unique teeth that are memorable like a snaggle tooth or a gap in your teeth and people that think it makes you look super cute. Some people out there are talking about how sweet and kind you are, you have shown a lot of kindness in the past and it has made an impression on people. I am also getting that people are always talking about how smart and capable you are, for example, in group projects at work or school people hope they can work with you. You get your work done efficiently and people think you make tasks look easy. People think you are very independent and easy to talk to. People think you have everything you could ever ask for, it just comes to you. It's like you don't even need to work for the things you want because your manifestations naturally fall into your lap. For example, if you want a promotion at work, everyone knows you are the best for the promotion like it was made for you. People think they will never find you slacking. People also find you very physically attractive, some of y'all have had a glow-up and people can't help but admire your beauty. A lot of people admire and appreciate your body, especially if y'all are one of my curvy, big-bodied baddies. Some people even think you have the potential to be a model. Someone is comparing you to a mermaid. I am hearing "They are majestic and almost like a princess/prince" and I was even picking on sleeping beauty vibes. Overall, I think people compliment your kindness, good looks, and attitude towards life. People also just find you really cute.
Advice Cards:
This challenge is intended to promote your growth
Awareness opens a field of possibility in your life
Be bold! It's time to leap forward!
You may need to take a break from the situation or simply take rest
Your spirit wings are unfolding. It is time to take flight!
It is time to unclutter your body, mind and spirit
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Pile 3 Cards: The Wheel of Fortune, The Sun, Eight of Swords rx, Two of Swords rx, The Emperor rx, Eight of Wands rx, Ten of Pentacles, Four of Cups Back of the Deck: Five of Cups
I love your energy so much Pile 3! People find you very fun and bright. People find you really funny, like absolutely hilarious. You have a very comfortable vibe. You might be the kind of person that makes you feel like you could tell anything. You make people feel heard and important and people remember the words of encouragement you have told them and they will remember them years later. There are many people who see you as family. I am getting some people may feel more comfortable around you than their own family. I heard "Being with you is like being home" and for some people, home is wherever you are. They talk about how you are able to light up a room with just your presence. A room can go from awkward and tense to fun and full of smiles with just one word from you. Strong extrovert vibes from y'all, you could be the type of person to collect a bunch of introverts and make them your friends. I'm hearing you are a safe place for introverts lol. I'm even getting a certain amount of you are introverts, but tend to be more sociable than most. You are an open communicator Pile 3. People appreciate your honesty and your way of communicating, it might be something certain people haven't experienced much of in their life but you offer very healthy conversations and everyone loves that about you. I am also getting people really like how blunt you are, you aren't afraid of saying it how it is and standing up for things you don't think are right. For example, if a teacher or professor is saying some bullshit and being disrespectful to their students, you aren't afraid to call them out on their shit. You are a person of action and motivation and people are so envious. I am also picking up some of y'all might be dancers or like to dance and people LOVE your dances.
Advice Cards:
Allow rituals to give meaning to your spiritual life Remember that in the universal law, all is well and fair Physically and/or mentally, shape up Stand your ground Change is being introduced into your life Practice the pause
Channeled Song:
Pile 4 (yall get an extra card sshhh) Cards: Ten of Swords, Nine of Wands rx, Knight of Pentacles, The Wheel of Fortune, Four of Swords, King of Wands, Ten of Wands, Ten of Cups, Queen of Cups Back of the Deck: The Chariot
One of the first things I heard while shuffling was "They won the genetic lottery", I definitely see y'all getting a lot of compliments about your appearance. I just saw some people may feel almost blinded by your beauty. Damn Pile 4, you got some simps. Some people like to admire your body, you may be really into sports or have a very conventionally attractive body. I am getting some of y'all might be pretty insecure about your body but trust me Pile 4, people are envious of your body and may even find themselves staring, especially if you wear tight clothes or just something that compliments you well. I seriously feel like some people feel like they are under your spell. Your fashion in general is really pretty too, like people notice how well you dress yourself and I am even getting some of you inspire others to dress like you. I also feel like people love the conversations and words you offer. You are genuine and real, people don't feel like you are faking yourself to be liked or anything like that, and they really like that about you. I heard, "I mean, Pile 4 is just so cool", you are the kind of person people get one look at and think "Man I wanna be their friend", people also really want to form a connection with you that lasts a long time, they want you in their future. People are also saying you are an INCREDIBLY hard worker, you are really wise and push yourself to be the best at your craft and people really admire that about you. You are a very passionate person and people take notice. I keep hearing something I've heard some people throw around "It's not fair for someone to be hot and nice." and that's how people feel about you lol. People see you moving far in life, you have so much potential and people can't imagine you doing anything less than top-tier in the future. Man, I really feel like a lot of people fall in love with you at first sight. They see you as someone that got unspoken rizz, you attract people without even trying. (Kind side note, but I have known a lot of people who have the same energy as you, and if you ever feel like people only care about your looks and their interest in you is face level, trust me Pile 4, you have such a beautiful and loving energy and there are people who want to be around you for who you are. I don't know how many people needed that message but I was getting that it needed to reach some of you)
Advice Cards:
Get clear about what you want
Your acts of love, kindness, and unlimited forgiveness bestow grace upon you
The Universe supports your stance and decision
Yes, you can . . . Set it in motion!
Issues of balance are at hand
It is important to ask for help
Channeled Song:
Pile 5 Cards: Four of Cups rx, Six of Wands, Five of Swords rx, Three of Cups, Nine of Swords rx, Queen of Pentacles, The Sun rx, Nine of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Seven of Pentacles
People around you feel like you make the room. The group isn't complete without you. You radiate such a nurturing and healing energy Pile 5. I think the company you offer people is rare amongst the people around you and they really appreciate your presence You might be an empath because people think you always know what to say to make them feel comfortable and safe, I heard being around you feels like being wrapped in a warm blanket with hot coco next to a fireplace during a nice snowy day. I think some people see you almost as a parental figure in the way that you have been there for their highs and lows and help the people close to you grow into stronger and independent people. People have SUCH STRONG respect and admiration for you and the things you do for the people around you. You are the biggest fan of the people close to you and there is nothing that means more to them than to know that they have your full support for the things that they aim to achieve in their life. Your friendship and companionship is means so much to the people around you, they can't imagine life without you. You have helped people through some of the hard experiences of their life and now they feel like they owe their life to you. Even if you drift apart from some people, they will never forget the things you have done for them. To kind of move away from the soft vibes, Spirit is telling me some people think you have a beautiful butt, like the perfect butt lol. Like, you got some people staring Pile 5. People also see you as very successful, you have made a name for yourself and have a only good things coming towards you. People are happy because they feel like you are filled with good karma and everything you want will be attracted to you easily. I would also suggest yall to pick other piles cause 1. of course yall are getting all types of compliments 2. I kept picking up on other piles energies during this reading in particular so please pick another pile if you feel called.
Advice Cards:
It is time to take appropriate action
You can manifest your heart's desire
Release all that keeps you in the past. Forgive and liberate yourself!
You are moving beyond your old form. Congratulations!
Yes, you can . . . Set it in motion!
Allow rituals to give meaning to your spiritual life
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Pile 6 Cards: Three of Cups, The Hermit, Four of Wands rx, Knight of Wands, Eight of Pentacles, Six of Swords rx, The Tower, The Devil Back of the Deck: The Fool
One of the first things I was picking up on is that yall give such strong Marceline/Marshall Lee from Adventure Time vibes, in both fashion and personality which people think is really hot about you. If yall don't know, they are vampires and are some of the coolest characters in the whole show. So for some of yall, you give vampire vibes but in the best way, the way everyone loves. You may even like to dress a little more alternative or you have a more unique style that people really like. There is also something about your hair, especially if you have long hair, people think your hair looks really healthy and shiny. You may also play the guitar or bass and everyone thinks you are so good and they find it hot that you even play an instrument. You also may be very trendy or maybe people think you start trends. But you are also so mysterious and people just want to get to know you. Wow Pile 6, you are very interesting and eye-catching to other people like, you are definitely running through someone's mind rent free. Like I am seeing someone staring at their roof late at night being like, fuck I can't get Pile 6 out of my mind. I heard people find you very enticing. I am also getting for the people that do know you, they find you very silly and really fun to be around. You may put up a front to most people because you want people to think about you in a certain way, but the people close to you see that you are actually quite a soft and innocent soul on the inside and they all love you for who you are. People like the moments when you let your guard down and get real for a minute. People also really admire how you handle conflict, you are calm and collected in scary moments, or at least that's how you appear to the people around you and people are in awe of how you manage to deal with these conflicts. While for some of you, people may not like to admit it in person, they see you as quite the dependable and responsible individual. I am also getting for some of yall, you are a role model for the people around you and inspire people to try new things. I am also getting that people really appreciate how you are able to admit when you were wrong and be the bigger person in most situations.
Advice Cards:
You are moving beyond your old form. Congratulations!
Allow for old memories to come up and be released
A change in attitude toward the greater good could be beneficial
Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy
Be bold. It's time to leap forward
Things might not be as they seem
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