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Alrighty I am going to do my best to explain my thoughts on this-
What Arcane often does is take something that real-life that society is bigoted against and then show the humanity in those same people. This is a type of counter-narrative. This is when the story "presents a different perspective or interpretation of events that directly contradicts your existing beliefs, forcing you to re-evaluate your understanding of a situation or topic."
"They aim to disrupt established stories or viewpoints that might be considered biased or oppressive by offering alternative interpretations. Fields like critical race theory, feminist studies, and postcolonial studies frequently utilize counter-narratives to highlight marginalized perspectives."
(A key example is drug addicts, being set up in the first few episodes to align with the disgust society has for them, only later to twist your perspective around and make you feel like you were wrong. You end up feeling sympathy for them, which brings the watcher to have to rework their worldview for the rest of the show.)
The Undercity in routinely proven to be a place that has incredibly brilliant people, families just trying to get by, etc. but they just haven't been given the same opportunities as topside, so they turn to less desirable means of making a living. Within the series we are often given small pieces of daily life within the Undercity, especially the domestic moments, to make a connection that they are also just people.
Okay onto the brothel- The "goblin" in question is named Babette. We are given our initial "narrative" that she is gross, either because she is a sex worker, she is not a typical human, she is old, or all three. What happens later in the show is that it is revealed not only is Babette the mother of the house and is incredibly important to protecting those who work under her, she also knows the main character's father figure and looks up to him. It is implied there is mutual respect (an implication because at this point in the story, said father figure is dead and can not verbally confirm) between these two important people for the Undercity.
Once inside the brothel, it is shown to be like any other place of business. The workers are professional, the place is maintained well with all sorts of different options for people to pick from, (regardless of gender preference) and if clients treat workers inappropriately, they are thrown out. (Like during the scene in question.) So the first time we see this location, the narrative tells us "oh-ew gross we know that sex work is dirty and bad and the neighborhood is poor so these people are bad and gross" but later we have the counter-narrative of "actually this is a well respected and important part of the Undercity's economy, and the workers here are treated (and paid) well for the service they are providing."
SO when we come back to the original scene, we now align morally with the trans woman and Babette, and also think its funny that this man has gotten kicked out of a well respected establishment. He must have done something without realizing they take the rules seriously, and he won't be allowed back. Sucks since this place is the best in town!
Side note for the "look of disgust" coming from Claggor, the 'main' character mentioned above. Claggor is 14-16 years old. He isn't so much as disgusted as he is just shocked! He also is a very very shy and soft spoken boy. Being in the Undercity, and with Babette being friend's with his adoptive father, he knows what sex-work is. He is shy of it, he knows he is a minor. It is dark and not well lit, Babette might not be able to see him well so she smiles at him anyway. OR, since later in the show we find out she knows his father well, she is intentionally fucking with him knowing he is shy and is gonna be all weird about it. Either way, I wouldn't say he is reacting in disgust. He is just an awkward teen being awkward.
I am torn on the depiction of the transwoman. On one hand, I see how the art they used can be considered a bad stereotype. BUT I do also know someone who is doing the best they can with the body they currently have, and this is what she looks like! And thats also perfectly okay and fine! She exists, thats what she looks like at this point in her life, and she hasn't decided if she is going to make any further changes. (If she wants to speak more on this she can- I personally don't wanna go to deep into it on her behalf.) I think it is working as the same counter-narrative. We are shown this masculine woman who works in the sex industry, and feel the initial reaction society wants us to. Then later, we find out, oh shit, these workers are important and well respected! She is doing a good job for her current situation in the Undercity!
I feel like I am running out of things to say in this very moment but I DO want to also take a second to say we see a different portrayal of mtf transition later in the series. Her name is Lest. The difference here is that Lest is top-side, where there are a lot more opportunities and money. This is apparent in her ability to transition to what society considers "passing", as well as her clothing. She is also voiced by a trans woman! (Eve Lindley)
Blehg I just kinda wanted to spill some of my thoughts over this show since I adore its use of literary devices, ESPECIALLY the counter narrative. I hope this kinda made sense and didn't sound rude at all.
i just did something i promised myself i'd never do and intentionally watched a scene from Arcane, to see just how bad the transmisogynist joke in the first episode is -- and people are absolutely 100% playing it down.
the characters are walking through a dark, seedy part of a city, and reacting in fear to a bunch of scary, dangerous & unsettling things, like a monster scuttling in a cage & vendors selling huge knives, before panning to these two women standing outside a brothel.
the small gremlin lady makes a pass at one of the cast, who immediately reacts in visible fear and disgust and runs away. then, a drunk man wearing no pants is kicked out of the brothel, being told that he has to pay. the woman on the left responds (with a deep, masculine voice) "look at that" and reacts in disgust to him. the crux of the joke here is "haha it's rich that this gross tranny thinks this drunk man is gross, because SHE and her little gremlin friend are gross! lol!".
it is a transmisogynistic joke on the level of the ugly step-sister in Shrek. i shouldn't have to explain this. holy shit.
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56 DAYS (sjy) | PART TWO (FINAL)
pairing: enemie!jake x fem!reader | read the prequel and part one
summary: after your best friend jay made you share an apartment with jake â âthe guy you donât likeâ â, you have to decide whether you should or not give into the feelings he makes you experience, something possibly pleasant and definitely memorable.
genres: "enemies" (reader is in denial) to lovers, accidental roommates, summer love, also has a bit of angst, smut
warnings: read the first parts otherwise the story won't make much sense, swearing, clichĂ© guys iâm sorry, this is very domestic, they act like an old married couple, jake is in love yâall, lots of tension, some crying, reader likes to be alone, they tease the fuck out of each other (not sexually), they thirst over each other a lot (very, very sexually), they bond over music and food, mentions of two piece bikini, its implied that jake is taller than reader, they overthink a bit, but mostly just lots of fluff, and smut (so MDNI) that includes: sex dream mentions, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!jake, unprotected sex (yâall know better, this is fiction), praising, biting, slapping, pain kink?, slight degradation, begging, marking, spitting, brief fingering, hair pulling and choking
wc: 15.273 | playlist: 56 days.
a/n: can't believe this is finally out, it took me so long omfg. each part is named after a song in the playlist. anyways, hope you guys like it<3 | taglist: @manuosorioh @tunafishyfishylike
DAY 1 - Do You Like Me?
56 days. it was too much. that was no way you could both get out of this whole thing alive, everyone knew that. you will end up killing jake and then yourself. jay always said that it was going to be fine, because he knew you enough to be aware that the strongest thing between you just wasnât mutual dislike. when he bid you two goodbye earlier this morning he just asked â really affectionately â for you to be nice to each other, with a knowing look and a teasing smile. you reminisced the moment already missing him and jake, as he drove you two back to your apartment, thought the same.
the ride back home was very quiet, jake didnât say a word about how you both were going to be very alone together for the next few weeks and you didnât either. you thought it was best to keep at least some of the good mood of jayâs constant yapper as much as you could, since soon enough all you two would have is each other's company â and thatâs a big no-no for you. jake thought â in all his honesty â that no time alone with you was enough. he just couldnât wait to have you all to himself and, as soon as you step inside the comforting surroundings of your home, jake doesnât shut up. he spends all day talking your ear off about every single thing there is to talk about, anything he could use as an excuse to chat with you â he even went so far as to chase you around the house so youâd keep listening to his yapping.
itâs day one without jay and youâre already arguing. over what? you didnât even know anymore. it kind of started because he didn't leave you alone since eight in the morning when you two got home, then he didnât clean the mess he made in the kitchen while cooking and then he accused you of taking forever to shower â which shouldnât really matter because he has his own fucking bathroom â, and now youâre just competing over whoâs choosing the movie you're gonna watch.
âi got here first, iâll choose it.â he says, shoving you on the other end of the couch, his big hand locking you in place by your shoulder. heâs trying really hard not to laugh to keep a serious facade, but itâs almost impossible with the way you're so shamelessly throwing a tantrum right now â he wouldnât imagine youâd actually want to watch a movie with him.
âbut youâll choose something i won't like, on purpose,â you reply, pouting. giving up on trying to sit up and just comically laying there, your arms falling from the cushion â and jake thought you never looked cuter. you didnât even want to fight, but it seemed like getting on your nerves was his goal for the evening.
ânow, thatâs simply not true. donât you like horror movies?â he asks as he skips all netflix suggestions to search for a specific movie he heard you talk one too many times with jay, finally letting go of your arm, alternating his glance between you and the tv as he watched you switch positions and rest your back on the couchâs backrest.
âi do, butââ you pause, there was no way he knew that from you, so how did he know you're fond of horror movies anyways? you ignored your traitor thoughts â the ones that told you he paid true attention to you â, choosing to keep talking, âyes, but i still feel kinda scared sometimes.â
he cooed, like you were a cute child. âwell, nothing to worry about then,â he says, and leans a bit closer, arm resting on the couch's backrest right behind you. as he winks at you, flirty ways never quite leaving him, he completes âiâm right by your side.â
you huff, sinking further into the couch, knowing him, there's no way youâd win this fight anyway. but your attitude did nothing to distract him from your flustered face and shy demeanor. âwhatever, jake. just choose it already,â you mutter, arms crossed and knees to your chest making it all very entertaining for jake to watch.
the movie he chose was coincidentally your favorite horror movie. you loved it because, even though you knew it all by heart, you couldnât help but flinch at most jumpscares. it was just so good you always got in a trance while watching it. still, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen tonight. youâd catch jake looking at you side eyed and it both intrigued and angered you. you always asked âwhat?â genuinely curious to know why he couldnât just focus on the damn movie, but he brushed you off everytime, making it seem like you were just overthinking.
being completely unaware that jake have paid the movie little to no attention, you keep your eyes on the screen. jake uses this moment to appreciate your presence a little. making an effort to not look at you and distract you from your favorite horror show yet again, he becomes more aware of your presence. he then realizes you didnât move away from him when he put his arm to rest behind you. you were just sitting there, so naturally â like it happens all the time. does this mean youâre comfortable? it has to be it, right? the thought itself catches him off guard, and he doesnât want to move even for an inch, if that means you wonât move either. by the time the movie ends his body is a bit sore from trying so hard to stay in the same position â he thought it was kind of ridiculous, but thatâs just how love is.Â
not wanting it all to end just yet he asks you, âdo you want to watch another one? we can make popcorn this timeâŠâ his eyes pleading, almost like it would physically sting him if you said no.
you look at him with a puzzled look, but nod in agreement regardless. itâs summer break, you donât have class tomorrow and nothing else to worry about â also, the night sky outside is just begging for another round of spine-chilling story. making your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you two, you say âiâll make popcorn, do you want to choose the next movie too?â giving him the opportunity to do it felt slightly out of character for you, but you canât deny that his first one was a good choice â not that youâd let him know that, of course.
âno, you can choose now, pretty girl,â he winks at you as he answers, âbut thanks, thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
you roll your eyes, thinking you shouldnât have said anything. âshut up, jake,â is your reply and you feel a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldnât think of something else â mind unfocusing, wrapped around the way he had just called you a pretty girl. you try to shake it off and once the popcorn is ready you come back to the living room, settling down on the couchâs end by jakeâs left side and pressing play in a thriller youâve been dying to watch.Â
he silently hates that youâre not by his side anymore, but he focuses on the movie. mid-way through it jakeâs already on edge, his whole body tense as the movie goes on. he hates the suspense more, he thinks. nevertheless, as soon as he looks at you he almost completely forgets about it, mesmerized by how pretty you look right now â just like always. your hair is not covering your face, so he can see all of it â marvel at all of it. but what really catches his attention is the single piece of popcorn you are holding against your lips â that are slightly parted to accommodate it â, probably too lost in the movieâs story to notice youâre still holding it. your eyes are wide and almost puppy-like while looking at the screen and he wonders just how much inner strength heâs using right now to keep himself from kissing you. because, god, you look so kissable and youâre not even doing anything. itâs insufferable. he shakes his head and gets back to watching the movie, trying to get rid of the tension in his body â one that was not really from the thrillerâs suspense anymore.
you sense him shifting on the other end of the couch and decide to look over, only to be greeted by a frown and a clenched jaw. heâs not looking at you â must be entranced by the filmâs plot and is caught up in stress from wanting it to come to an end, you think â, but heâs looking way too good for your liking. the slight frown in his brows makes you want to soothe it somehow. maybe with a kiss, while you hold his clenched jaw until itâs not there anymore. your eyes snap back to the screen, what are you thinking?Â
the rest of the movie is pure torture, for both of you. the tension that fills both your bodies starts to overflow, spilling all over the living room. itâs nearly tangible, really. it forms a dense atmosphere between you, that has nothing to do with the movie and when it is finally over none of you make comments on it â since you both lost the most important parts while exchanging sneaky looks â just whispering goodnight to each other swiftly, before going to bed. once youâre both in your designated rooms, you take a deep breath â may this be the last time you feel so goddamn tempted by him.
DAY 5 - Rock Your Body
as much as you felt like it would never happen again, it did. itâs been 4 days since your movie night and today was supposed to be the day youâd peacefully deep clean your apartment, according to your schedule. but neither you nor jake wanted to face each other, opting to not live the awkward tension all over again. you did it because you didnât want to even entertain the idea of getting that close to jake ever, he did it because it was all too much for his poor in love heart to handle.
today was hot, to say the least. the blue sky had no clouds to shield you from the sunâs unforgivable brightness and even though you and jake are in the comfort of your home, the white walls of your apartment do nothing to suppress the impending heat that clings into your bodies. you thanked summer for its magical vibes, sure, but not really when youâre trapped at home doing house chores all morning. cleaning your apartment is usually fun since you used the time to just distract your mind from your current problems and just tidy everything up. but itâd be impossible to do it normally, since your major problem of the moment had a first name, last name and lived in the same place as you.
though it would be an annoying task, jake decided to use the day to try and bring his antics to a stop â just for one day â and, as a way to wave a white flag for you, he started by cleaning his own room, and you took the opportunity to clean yours. but as you finished and went for the next spot you both realized that youâd end up together at some point. ignoring that thought, you just kept doing your designated house chores and everything else you needed to, until you both found yourselves in the kitchen. you had already cleaned everything else, the only things missing were the dishes from breakfast and cleaning the counter â both which were completely simple. you took the dishes, while jake was supposed to clean the counter. but he couldnât concentrate if his life depended on it.
jake freaked out the minute he saw you walk in. why would you choose to wear such revealing clothes today, he couldnât take his eyes from you â which he tried, because he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable. the way your shorts hugged your thighs was a sin itself, but your basically see-through white shirt was what made him fold, the fact that even then his imagination couldnât possibly feel accurate in the slightest made him weak, he wanted more than just the hint of whatâs underneath the fabric. he felt like he needed to do something to leave the losing side â he was feeling like he was falling deeper in a world he wouldnât survive by himself. so he uses the roasting summer day as an excuse to take his shirt off, wondering why he didnât do it sooner. the relief was immediate, of course, the sweat that enveloped his skin didnât have nowhere to stick anymore, and it was a pleasant sensation. but he loved the moment especially because, as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard a cup slide from your hands and hit the sink, softly like you tried really hard to keep it from falling. the smile that adorned his lips was involuntary, but filled with a sense of confidence that extended itself to every other move he made.
you feel all the words that you could possibly say turn into mush at the sight. your mind would be completely empty, if it wasnât already filled to the brim with thoughts of jake â shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. he was always handsome, you knew that much, and with his constant work out routine you would imagine that his body was somewhat nicely built, but you fooled yourself into thinking that heâd be average looking. you couldnât help but stare, completely forgetting your task at hand. why did he take his shirt off?Â
you didnât want him to notice you ogling him so you decided to say something, anything. âew, jake. put your shirt back on,â was all you could think of, but you didnât really want him to. the urge to rub your thighs together was getting harder to ignore, so you decided to get back to doing the dishes. jake, on the other hand, was completely amused by your lack of effort in trying to be discreet with your staring, catching you side-eyeing him every five seconds â or maybe, he thought, maybe you just couldnât help it. the idea of having this kind of effect on you makes him feel like he was responsible for the summer day, the heat spreading on his body and gathering in his abdomen, the sensation just as if he had several butterflies moving in his stomach.
âoh yeah, âcause you really want me to cover up, right?â he laughs and turns on his back to resume his own task, but still talking, âpretend all you want, i know that youâd love me walking around shirtless all day.â
âoh my god, you just never know when to shut up, do you?â you say, annoyed that he was pointing it out so matter-of-factly. to remain at least a bit of your composure you decide to put your earphones on and ignore his existence. though, nothing could take you away from the fact that he was you getting all hot and bothered and he was only standing there and looking good â much more than he should, for his own fucking good.
but jakeâs unable to let you grasp the peace of mind you crave so much, and decides to throw through the window all thoughts he had earlier about âbringing his antics to a stopâ, âwhat are you listening to?â he asks, actually curious. to know whatâs your taste in music is to know you better, and he is all for it
âjustin timberlakeâŠâ you saying, trying to keep your distance. you were already half-way done with your task, doing it as quickly as you could to go to your room. youâre in much need of a shower to cool the fuck down.
âare you serious?â he chuckles, what kind of person listens to JT to clean the house? he doesnât ask that though, instead he asks, âwhich song?â pointing to your earphones. âtake them off, so i can judge you properly.â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna let you talk shit about my music choices?â but you were already taking it off your ears and disconnecting it from your phone â nonchalantly like you werenât just contracting him â, replaying the song so he could listen to it from the start. your body moving automatically, the desire to please him taking over.
âreally? ârock your bodyâ?â he shakes his head, but even you could see that he was joking. he loved the song, he had danced to it many times with a drunk jay in their parties. but, instead of dropping the act, he uses it to tease you more, âi would understand if it were âmirrorsâ or something, but ârock your bodyâ is just a biased choice, really.â
you canât hold your laughter to save your life. âwhat the fuck? what does that even mean?â and when you turn to him, you lose it. he had a serious expression on his face and his lips were pressed in a thin line, like it was the most serious topic on the earth. you really donât know if it is the sum of everything or if heâs just really funny, but your laughter increases. you bend over the sink slightly, trying to find the balance you lost from your cackles. jake tries his best to keep a straight face but then he sees you and gives in, laughing too â it was impossible not to, you looked so chill at the moment he didnât want to miss it. and it stays like that for what feels like many minutes, you two laughing and trying your hardest to catch your breath â but failing miserably.
once you calm down, a small smile on both your faces and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, you resume your tasks. almost forgetting that you were thirsting over each other just moments ago, the silence that falls between you two is comfortable. but jake didnât want to keep it that way, so he sighs comically and says, âdidnât know it was that easy to have you laughing like that.â
âitâs not easy, youâre just a complete idiot and i canât help but find it amusing,â you say, chuckling softly.
as he finishes cleaning the counter, which really shouldn't have taken this long, he smirks at you sentence. âoh, so i amuse you, huh?â his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.Â
you had just finished the dishes as well and were drying your hands in the dishtowel, but the moment you heard his words you threw it at jakeâs direction with no second thought. he catches it effortlessly and starts to walk in your direction. âyou should really learn when to be quietâŠâ you say, and you meant it to be harsh, but your voice is wavering. his tall and broad frame was closer than you were used to and the fact that he was still shirtless wasnât helping your situation at all. suddenly, you were hyperconscious of the extremely hot day and how it made you body warm â and possibly his too, and you wanted very much to know just how much â, the way lips parted as he looked at you, the way he towered over you and the way his eyes seemed darker now, up close â the way his chest stuttered when he finally trapped you in your position, leaning in the sink counter.
âyou always say that, but i never see you make any effort to shut me up,â he says, but his voice is low, like heâs sharing a secret â a dark and seductive one. âisnât that what you want, princess? to shut me up?â
your heart is racing, but your mind is rather calm. even though you want to deny it, you know what he was hinting at, and you want it. you crave it. âyesâŠâ you say, voice just like a whisper, a plea.
âyeah?â he says, and closes the distance between you, clearly affected by your small, but important, confession. his warm body â warmer than yours, you notice â presses into yours ever so slightly, like he didnât want to startle you â like you were in a dream and neither of you wanted to wake up. his right hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face with all the worship he has ever known in life, eyes filled â overflowing â with yearning. âyou can do it, baby. â
but he wasnât proposing, it wasnât a suggestion. he was encouraging you to do it â egging you to go ahead and fucking kiss him, challenging you to give in. your pout comes involuntarily, the movement small but attracting his eyes to your lips â your pretty and really fucking temptable lips. knowing you canât refuse it â knowing you donât want to â, you tilt your head up. his reply comes immediately, coming down to brush your lips together eagerly. your voice can barely be called a whisper when you speak, âshit, jake⊠you know i want to.â
the way his name leaves your lips so beautifully â so appealing â makes his knees buckle. he suppresses a moan, mind going overdrive at the fact you just so openly confessed your wish â because he knew what it meant, how much it meant. then his left hand pulls you closer by your waist, as he does it he swears you can listen to the way his heart beats desperately in his chest. and you are so engrossed in the moment, so wrapped up in the suffocating tension between you that when your phone buzzes and starts ringing on the counter next to you, you both jolt. the sound sharp, cutting through whatever you two were just sharing and it takes you a moment to come to your senses.
picking your phone up, you hardly have the strength to talk, but you voice it regardless, âitâs jayâŠâ and jake only nods, saving all words of disappointment for when he gets his turn to talk to jay, privately. you pick the video call up and wait for jay to greet you, not bothering to go to your room. jake barely moves an inch, he wants to know if youâll try to push him away once jay sees you two. oddly enough, you donât do it.
âhey! howâre you doing? is that jake next to you? great, i wanted to talk with you both! have you had lunch yet?â jayâs voice sounds like a rap song. he was so excited to talk to you after four whole days of not listening to your voice.
and as the conversation goes on and both you and jake catch up with a very observant jay, you come to terms that maybe â just maybe â you were eager for the next opportunity youâd get to have jake so close â maybe to finally kiss him, even if youâre interrupted.
DAY 11 - Baby Blue Movie
you didn't think this day would come, but you couldn't wait to get home. ever since the day you almost kissed jake, you decided to go out more â alone preferably. but not even then you could escape him completely. sometimes he was a better company than people you were related to. after spending an afternoon at your mother's house, your energy was completely drained. sure, you loved your family, but you can't ignore disrespect. your mother's childhood was completely different from yours and it's obvious that it would have repercussions in your adulthood, considering that she always voiced that she knew â within maternal standards â what was best for you. and it gets tiring, you lost count of how many times you tried to make her understand your point of view and now you just ignored her complaints â usually successfully, but today it unfortunately didnât happen.
as you unlock the door, you pray that jake isn't in his playful mode. it would be extremely hard to deal with it today, but when you enter the house and take off your shoes, you can't fool yourself. he was already leaning against the wall that separated the entrance of the house from the living room, a tiny smile on his face and a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. you mentally prepare yourself not to explode at him. after all, he wasn't to blame for anything â he couldnât possibly be aware of the horrible day you just had. you donât even greet him as you try to make your way to your room. but he doesnât move an inch. with lack of something else in mind, you stop in front of him, waiting for him to say whatever lame joke he thought, already thinking of a possible retort. the whole time he watches you â your pretty face contorted in a serious expression he's not usually used to â he thinks that, maybe, youâre mad at him, but he canât think of something he could have done to make you angry like that. he doesnât want to overthink anything, so he decides to break the silence. "did⊠something happen?" voice silent, soothing, like you would bleed if he sounded hostile â or even indifferent, actually.Â
and, god, you wanted to yell at him. scream with all the pent up stress you endured all day, because how dare he speak to you like that? like you are fragile, like you need to be taken care of â like he needs to take care of you. the thought of being the object of his tenderness infuriates you. to be seem like you lack affection to the point youâd accept his nice words and gentle eyes. because you would never do that, no. you wouldnât just give in because he was being kind to you for the first time since you met. but, god, did you want to. with jayâs absence you had no one else â which was kind of depressing, but you didnât really mind â and with jakeâs constant attempts in making you open up to him, it got increasingly harder to not let your guard down. because god knows how hard youâve been trying to keep your distance, but after todayâs stressful events you just wanted some sort of display of affection â something to remind you that you matter and that you are deserving of love just like anyone else is â and the fact that you received it with no second thought apparent from jake made you weak. it made you want to fight him to remain some sort of composure but also apologize for ever misjudging him â apologize for thinking he wouldnât comfort you at all. but you didnât do either of those. instead, you look down at your feet taking a deep, shaky breath, murmuring an almost inaudible âyeah⊠it did, actually.â
nothing could have prepared him for that. he genuinely thought you would brush him off and go to your room. he could have even been fine if a mean, snarky remark came out of your mouth, like it usually happens. but, you didnât â why didnât you? why would you answer him honestly and looking so goddamn helpless, like you were in much need of a hug. and for a second, that was precisely what he went to do. however, giving in to those impulses felt like overstepping a boundary, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, especially now that you were letting him see you vulnerable â even if itâs barely. so he tried to not look so terrified of this new territory and went with what felt most secure, wanting to reassure you somehow. âdo you want to talk about it?â his voice is casual and steady, like it happens every week and he can perfectly deal with it â except it doesnât and he canât, the thought of you allowing him any close to you emotionally makes him dizzy, eager and feeling rather protective.
âshitâŠâ you chuckle inevitably. he was supposed to drop the subject and yet here he is, still trying to get to you. but you try to keep yourself grounded, all your anger and stress has dissipated into pure sadness so far, if he pushes any further youâll cry. and as you look for a way to put out what is going on in your mind, he wonders what had happened, considering he never saw you like that before. he was ready to hunt down to the gates of hell whoever dragged you to that state. âuh, no,â you sigh. âactually, it would beâ yeah. wellâ â you stumble over words, another frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and your hands come to face, hiding the obvious emotion written all over it. when you look back at him your eyes are already teary, your hands shake a little as you bring them down, your lips wobbly. you manage to let out a broken âi donât know, jakeâŠâ but by the time you sniffle, about to let your tears stream down your face, jake is right on you.Â
his left arm circling your middle pulling you towards him, his right hand on the back of your head tucking your face in his chest and, as he tightly hugs you for a few seconds, he keeps on saying âitâs fine, okay? it doesnât matter, princess.â so lovingly, it does the job of distracting you from your little meltdown. you notice the way the hug feels so intimate, like it was a forbidden thing to do and you two created a bubble to hide from the world and savour the moment. and it made sense you felt that way, because jake was actually hugging you right now. and you were crying. you were crying in front of jake sim â being comforted by him â and you didnât care at all. actually, now that you have done all the things you said you werenât going to, whatâs another one, right? thatâs whatâs in your mind as your arms come to his waist, not to push him away but to further drown yourself in his embrace, taking in his scent.Â
and as you two stand there, the dream-like golden beams of light due to the sunset passing through the curtainâs delicate material, your arms around him so willingly and your crying coming down to a halt, jake doesnât think he could be more content. his heart hurting in his chest knowing that youâre not okay, but also beating as fast as ever before since youâre right there. just so, so close to him, in a way he never thought you'd allow him to. and then he laughs, just a bit, but he canât help it. and you laugh too, wholeheartedly. because you cannot deny yourself the fact that you too felt content, even though youâre crying and heâs doing that just for the sake of comforting you. but that's precisely what makes it so important â is his effort in doing so the best way he can.
DAY 18 - WA-R-R
you woke up feeling great. it has been so nice to actually have a full break from college, you have time to do all the things you like without worrying about anything. well, almost anything. itâs been a week since the crying incident happened and you two never brought it up again. jake was okay with it. he thought you didnât want to talk about any of it, since once you felt lighter you just quietly apologized for crying on him like you did and went to your room. but you didnât know that, and you were starting to feel like a burden. you needed to properly thank him for comforting you, but you had no idea how.
it was currently a quarter past three in the afternoon and you were boiling on your couch from the heat. jake had left for the gym right after lunch and you had nothing to do, beginning to feel unsettled from the boredom. deciding on doing something productive, you take a shower and get dressed to go to the supermarket. you were out of a few things and it would be nice to leave the house and enjoy the weather, despite the fact that youâd much rather go to the beach. once ready, you go to the kitchen to check if you werenât forgetting anything so you could add to the list, thatâs when you hear the front door opening. jake walks in just a few seconds later, eyes roaming over your figure as he immediately catches the scent of your favorite perfume â are you going somewhere?Â
his black fit â sleeveless compression shirt and loose dri-fit shorts â knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didnât have time for that. âiâm going grocery shopping, do you want something?â you ask, pretending to still check the cupboards.
âyeah, actually. but i think itâs best if i go with youâŠâ he says casually, like he wasnât dying to have a domestic day with you â going to the market, choosing what youâre going to do for dinner, helping you carry the grocery bags. âyou knowâŠ? so you wonât buy anything wrong.â
you scoff, turning to look at him. âyouâre projecting, you know i wouldnât mistake your protein bars or whatever,â you say, rolling your eyes and propping yourself on the counter. you glance at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. faking a mix of disgust and judgment on your face, you point towards his clothes. âare you going like that?â
he checks himself, like he didnât know what could be wrong with his outfit, and with a confused look on his face he says, âwell, yes. why wouldnât i?â
you arch your brows mockingly, shrugging. âi donât know. you tell me, jake,â and then you chuckle from your teasing.
he rolls his eyes, feeling dumb for not realizing sooner that you were just messing with him â like always. âyouâre so annoying, what the hellâŠâ he murmurs, suppressing an amused laugh and completes, âcome on, letâs go in my car.â
his car smelled like him, the woody perfume he would usually wear was everywhere â you failed to notice that the first time you rode with him. as you put the seatbelt on and he starts the car, he says âdo you want to put some music on?â giving you his phone and driving off your apartmentâs garage.
âsure, what do you wanna listen to?â you ask, rolling through his playlist. the ride to the store was actually short, but a little music is always nice to have.Â
âwhatever, you can press play on random,â he answers, eyes locked on the streets ahead. just as he finished speaking, he heard the soft beat of a korean r&b melody starting to play very lowly. he went to turn up the volume, only for his hand to bump into yours â you were going to turn the volume up a bit as well, after resting his phone on your thighs.Â
a beat of awkward silence passes by and you two sneak a glance between each other. after laughing a bit embarrassed you softly say, âsorry, i was just gonna turn it up a bit.â moving your hand back to your lap.
he chuckles, without really knowing what to do he turns the volume up himself, saying âno, itâs okay. i was going to do the same.â
the song takes over the silence, its nicely tuned vocals filling the space, and you canât help but share, âi love this songâŠâ your voice is peaceful as you speak.
jake loves the comment, loves that youâre the one starting the small talk. âreally? i thought you were more of a 2000s pop type of girlâŠâ he says, bringing back that fact that you were listening to justin timberlake a few days ago.
you smile, âyeah, that too. but thereâs nothing quite like korean r&b,â you reply, shrugging your shoulders. and it felt so nice to be comfortable around him, to talk like you do with jay â like youâve known him for years.
âi mean, youâre right. but iâm suspicious, i was born in korea, soâŠâ he trails off, and as you two feed the conversation more and more with small details of your life, he can only thank his complete genius idea of following you everywhere â it in fact did pay off, eventually.
when you get to the supermarket, the whole shopping process is actually very quick, you buy the essentials and all the things that were in your list, jake buys a lot of barley tea bottles and you two decide that italian food was the best option for dinner today, so you buy everything you need to make pasta â you also have to decide which bottle of wine you were going to buy and that itself takes most of your time, both finding joy in fake disagreeing with each other. after getting to the checkout and paying for your purchases, you and jake walk back to the car and settle everything to ride back home.Â
once at home you ask jake to put some music on the TV so you could unpack the groceries and start cooking dinner. surprised that you were offering to make dinner â knowing that usually heâs the one to make dinner and you make lunch â he asks, âwhy are you so willing saying that youâre gonna make our dinner today?â his voice accusing and wary, like you about to prank him. approaching you after putting on the same playlist that was playing in the car, he starts to help you unpack the grocery bags that were scattered on the counter.Â
âcanât a girl feel like cooking twice in a day?â you say, purely to tease him, because after letting out a little laugh you add up almost instantly, âi just wanted to, i donât know, thank you for being so nice to me the other day.â
âthe other day? which day?â he was confused, it was pretty visible by his frown and inquiring voice.
you sigh, not wanting to extend the subject, but clarifying anyway, mumbling âthe day that i cried in front of youâŠâ
his realization comes quickly, a soft âah!â leaving his lips. nevertheless, he didnât want you to think that it was anything other than the bare minimum â you didnât have to make him a meal just because you felt like you needed to pay him back. both of you knew that he had no second intentions when he comforted you. âyou know, you donât have toââ he starts, but you interrupt him.
âi know, i know. but i really want to,â you say, voice steady like you practiced the speech all week â which you did, but that was nothing but a small detail, he didnât have to know. âi want to show that iâm grateful somehow, so just let me.â
he just nods, pleased that your communication was improving. dinner time was really nice, you two shared a bottle of wine, talked a lot about how your music taste was actually similar and how cooking can be a fun activity once you grow comfortable with it â you were both kind of tipsy at that point.
as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, he cherished the evening you had. it was nice to know that you started to share a bond now, even if you still tried to keep your distance somehow. âthanks, for the dinner,â he says, cheeks flushed both from the alcohol and from the way you were so close to him, drying the dishes as he washed them.
you hummed, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and tired from the day. you lay your head on his shoulder â as much as you can with the height difference â and answer, âit was nice, right? we should do it again some day.â
jake can only laugh as he shakes his head â you were just too cute. âyeah⊠we should.â
DAY 23 - Let Go
you couldnât be happier, today was finally the day you were going to the beach. as you got your things ready, you talked to jake about how dumb it was for you to have delayed this for so many days. jake has the idea of making some snacks and you help him do everything. throughout all the time that it takes for you and jake to make sandwiches and pack your beach bag and his backpack with everything you were going to need, you were talking nonstop. it was inevitable with the way you started to get along the past few days since your dinner together, honestly. you were also much more at ease in his presence, so you started to share a few more wholesome moments. still, he judges your choices for two piece bikinis and you say it was best if he didnât take his shirt off â to save peopleâs sanity â and you fight over which snacks you were going to take in your little trip. it was all really fun, you could never try to deny that. once everything was ready, you two got ready to go.
the ride to the beach was rather calm. the music in the background was soothing and the beach you chose to go to wasn't far from your place, so jake drove you there and in less than an hour you were in the sand, sitting on your beach mat. the day was summery just like the others that have passed, only this time you could sunbathe and swim â a perfect day, you would say. jake was sitting by your side, watching you put on sunscreen â admiring you, that was more like it.
when youâre done, he points towards the sunscreen bottle on your hand and doesn't think twice before asking, âcan you do my face and back?â he watches your concentrated face, but it doesn't change a bit, you stay expressionless. he tries again, âpleaseâŠ?â
you grimace, and move to sit face to face with him. âwhat? you canât do it?â you ask, but itâs not really a criticism.
he laughs, and flicks your forehead. âof course i can, you brat. itâs just better if you do it,â he says, like itâs so obvious and you fake a look of disgust. he adds, âi canât miss a chance to have your hands all over me, baby,â and winks.
you roll your eyes, but start to apply some sunscreen on his face, answering, âshut up and close your eyes, loverboy.â you use the moment to take in his appearance, closed eyes and parted lips from his talking. he was always so beautiful for you, you wished you could let him know in a way that didnât felt like you were putting your heart in his hands â which was impossible, because that was the only kind of fondness you knew with him, devotion.
he does what you tell him, closing his eyes, but he keeps on talking â a smile on his face all throughout it. âyou canât push me away, princess. i know how your mind works by now,â his voice filled with enjoyment.
âyeah, yeah. i know, jake, you say that everyday,â you reply, but you're smiling too. finding joy in his words, but oblivious to how evident his feelings were. âokay, face done. now iâm gonna put it on your back, turn around for me, please.â
he turns around, his eyes glinting with unmistakable affection from your disponibility to do it for him â the way you ask him âpleaseâ sticks to his mind a little more than it's considered healthy. once youâre done he gets up on his feet and holds your hand. âcome on, weâre going in the sea.â
âwoah there, loverboy. i know you need me to do everything with you, but at least wait until the sunscreen soaks in.â you say, and use the fact that he was still holding your hand to push him down to sit by your side once again.
he complies, his thigh brushing against your as he settles down next to you. you both take in the view. the sea is rather calm, the waves seem to crash slowly. the sun is unforgiving, but in a pleasant way, and the eventual breeze that hits your bodies is a nice way to recover from the heat. you donât realize that youâre still holding hands, but jake is very aware of the act. so much so he fights the urge to stroke his thumb along your hand, so that you wonât grow annoyed from his display of affection. itâs not until an old lady passes by, selling handmade bracelets, that you notice just how close you guys are to each other.
the woman stops by you two and asks, very fondly, âoh, hello, young man. would you want to buy a bracelet for your girlfriend?â sheâs pointing at you, and oddly enough you donât feel like correcting her. in fact, you donât say anything, you just smile at the lady and turn to look at jake, waiting to see what heâll do.
âoh, yes! do you have matching ones?â he asks her, paying you no attention. his response comes immediately, and youâre caught off guard at just how natural it came to him â like you were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, like it wasnât even a thing to consider in the first place.
they get into a conversation about her process of making the bracelets and how much they cost, eventually he buys two â only then he lets go of hand, because he needed to pay the old woman â and she thanks your attention as both of you wave her goodbye.
your head snaps in his direction. giving him a quizzed look, you donât even have to say anything for him to speak, âlook, it wasnât going to change anything in her life if we said we werenât together. if anything weâd just make her ashamed of her mistakeâŠâ his voice is quiet, like youâd argue with him for what he did.Â
but you donât. in fact, you just say, âiâm surprised by how easily you played along, but iâm not gonna kill you. relax,â youâre chuckling, and you add âi didnât get to see which ones you boughtâŠâ
he stares at you, dumbfounded. âwhat?â he asks, wondering if he heard you wrong. were you just letting that slide? like he just didnât pretend you were his girlfriend to a total stranger? werenât you the one who refused to let him close? âdid you enjoy being my girlfriend, is that it?â he teases, but heâs not joking. he actually wants to know this time, he needs the rest itâll provide him.
you cough, choking a bit. what should you do? did you enjoy it? youâre not sure, but for some reason you didnât want him to think you didnât. not only because upsetting him felt so mean of you, but because you realized that you werenât opposed to the idea of dating him. âgod, donât make it weird and let me see the braceletsâŠâ you say, changing the subject. but decided to mumble in addition, âif i didnât say anything, it means that i didnât mind.â
he smiles, and it outshines the sun. jake wasnât one to be pessimistic, but he often opted for a more realistic approach when it came to you, so to see you opening up like that â letting him genuinely see you and understand you â made his body shiver with anticipation of what youâd share next. he senses your will to not deep dive into the matter so he gives into your wishes to see the bracelets. âhere, give me your hand so i can put it on youâŠâ he says, but he can barely control his excitement. he ties the bracelet in your wrist and asks for you to do the same for him, both of you admiring the colorful object that now was a reminder of a thing only you two shared. you fall into a nice, comfortable silence. the unspoken feelings surrounding you but not in a scary way, the sounds of the waves crashing doing nothing to drown your rapid heartbeats. in moments like these you question just how much you should try to keep jake away, only for you to choose not to do it at all â you were just letting it flow, it would pain you more to pretend you didnât like what was growing between you.Â
and thatâs just how the day goes. you swim in the sea and share your snacks, it truly feels like a beach episode from your favorite anime. once you get back home, the tiredness from the long day â even though it was fun and uplifting â sinks in. after you and jake have straightened things up and showered, you both decide to settle on the couch.
you were hardly registering the movie that was playing on the screen. jake had his hand on your head, fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp, a loving gesture that only pushed you closer to sleep. as you started to drift off, your head found its way to jakeâs shoulder, face hiding on his neck. jake gasped at the proximity, but after a few seconds he adjusted you on his body, hugging your waist. before either of you could realize, the two of you had already fallen asleep.
DAY 35 - All Mine
when jake wakes up, heâs a mess. he feels his hair sticking on his forehead due to his sweat. his legs feel shaky, his boxers sticky and his heart is hammering in his ribcage. it takes him a few moments to realize that heâs laying in his bed, having fallen asleep with you the night before while you two played cards late at night. the next thing he realizes is that youâre no longer with him. he checks his phone, itâs half past eight in the morning. he slumps back on the mattress, right hand coming down to palm the evident erection on his sleeping shorts, cock still hard despite the fact that he had clearly cummed during his sleep. he had woken up from a very messy, very erotic dream, his breath was calming down as he took in his surroundings, but his mind was still in a haze from the vivid memories from his dream â where you and him did all the things he craved to do to you. his right handâs grip tightens around his clothed girth, his arousal growing while he feeds his imagination, thinking just how cute youâd look with your eyes tight such and your mouth hanging open as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds of his name, while heâs buried insideâ.
he sits up, instantly. he couldnât act like he lived alone, and even though he very much wanted to get off right now, he wouldnât want to have you walk in on him â well, he wouldnât mind if he felt like you would be okay with it, but he couldnât know if that was the case. the past few days were wonderful, he loved every second of it. you and him were growing closer and closer, to the point you did everything together. after the day you spent on the beach, both of you decided to start hanging out more often. you did all sorts of things â you even did go back to the beach, going to a drive-in that was happening nearby â and it was starting to get hard to avoid the inevitable. jake was beginning to break, the time youâve been spending together only further pushing him to his darkest, most lust-filled thoughts. he wondered if you felt the same, or if he was just another homie to you. if you want him the way he wants you it shouldnât be hard to notice, right? he thinks that he should pay more attention to your body language, to see if you give him any opening to tumble over the edge of the hanging tension. but then he wonders, where are you anyway? intrigued, he leaves his room to look for you, only to find an empty house. you werenât anywhere to be found, neither in the kitchen nor in your room. he sits on the couch, and as he was about to text you to know your whereabouts he hears the clicking of the keys on the front door. he sits back, checking his bulge briefly â that had subsided considerably â and waits for you to show up, fingers interlaced, his hands resting on his lap.
you had woken up pretty early and decided to buy strawberry cheesecake for breakfast at a bakery nearby and some coffee at your favorite coffee shop, choosing to not text jake because you thought youâd be back before he woke up â which clearly did not happen. when you see him sitting on the couch you stop, standing comically â awkwardly â at the hall that separates the living room from the kitchen.
âhi, youâre up,â you state, looking at him â eyes roaming over his figure, he seemed sus. not waiting for his answer you turn left, walking towards the kitchen counter to settle what you bought for breakfast.
jake is hot on your tail, replying, âwhere have you been, huh?â his tone is playful, but you can tell heâs actually curious to know.
âuh⊠i donât see how it concerns you?â you answer, teasingly. your smile the most genuine it could ever be, since jake with his ârecently woken upâ look was the cutest. then you add, âi bought coffee, and cheesecake.â
âoh god, yes! love me some sweets in the morning,â he says, settling down at the counter while eyeing your figure â the fabric of your jeans shorts seemingly sinfully pretty around your thighs, your baby blue crop top making him want to ogle your breasts. were you always this hot? âuh, thanks for bringing coffee for me tooâŠâ
âdonât mention it,â you say, at last. sitting down on his side you two start to eat, then you remember something. âhey, how did you sleep? i woke up in the middle of the night and went to my room. sorry, if i woke you.â
jake feels relief wash over his entire figure to know you werenât there if he made any suggestive sounds during his sleep. âactually, iâm a heavy sleeper, so you wouldnât wake me like that,â he answers and after pausing for a few seconds he finishes, âi slept ok, without crazy dreams or whatever.â
you laugh, his words seeming rushed for you and oddly explanatory, which was out of character of him â especially since he was so slow in the mornings. was he nervous? âok, jake. if you say soâŠâ you say, just for the sake of getting on his nerves â and maybe to get him to say something about what really happened.
âyah! what are you suggesting? i slept like a baby, ok? with baby dreamsâŠâ he states, defensively. and you laugh harder, your hand coming to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle at least some of it â which didnât happen.
in between your gasps for air, you say, âoh, so you dreamed of unicorns and princesses then.â your teasing sentence only half well delivered, since you were still trying to recover from your fit of laughter.
jakeâs mind was racing while he nervously tried to change the subject. however, in between his thoughts of his not exactly baby-like dream, he lets out the first thing that comes to his mind, âif youâd call yourself princess, then i guess you could say that, yeahâŠâ he says, his voice sounding playful. you stall, confusion written all over your face.
âwait, does that mean you- did you dream about me?â you ask, incredulous. you brows coming together to emphasize the chaos that was your mind at his statement. he laughs, shaking his head, truly amazed at how easily he gave himself in. knowing that there was no denying what he said just now, he only nods, taking yet another slice of the cheesecake you were sharing. but you had long forgotten how to eat, in fact you donât think you can do anything else at the moment.Â
letting your curiosity speak louder you decide to try your luck. âwhat⊠did you dream about?â you ask, voice small despite its certainty. you decide to not look at him, eyeing the plate in front of you as he ate the last piece of the cheesecake. you take a sip of your coffee.
âyou, duh,â he says matter-of-factly, and laughs like you werenât dying from not knowing. âwhy do you want to know, anyway? does it matter that much, princess?â his tongue brushes the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to take place in his lips. the situationâs much more entertaining than he initially thought it would be.Â
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you huff and get up, making your way to the sink to wash the dishes you just used. he stares at you, amused at the tantrum your throwing over something he thought youâd just brush off, probably just making a comment about how in love heâs in with you â jokingly, of course.
âokay, okay. iâll tell you, alright?â he says, bringing his hands up as if surrendering to you. you stop what youâre doing just to turn your head to him slightly. you eye him, an unreadable expression in your face and he chuckles a bit â he really does like you. at last, he says âi dreamed i got hurt in a zombie apocalypse and you left me behindâŠâ his voice is obviously playful, but you fail to realize he was being ironic.
so you only sigh, your lips forming an involuntary pout as you hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to dry your hands after you finished your task. his answer breaks your expectations, leaving you confused as to why you thought heâd say something else â why you wanted him to say something else. maybe it was the way he was staring at you since you arrived, or the way he seemed so nervous talking about his dream, you thought maybe it meant he saw you in a way that wasnât just âhis roommateâ. but, maybe it was all in your head anyways.
he comes behind, not touching you whatsoever, his hands finding their place at the counter in front of you the same time you finish your task â and he realizes heâs feeling oddly familiar with the situation, like a deja vu. he whispers then, voice seductive and full of intentions, âdid you want me to say that i had a erotic dream?â his question catches you off guard, you use your now free hands to support yourself at the edge of the sink. you head falls to your shoulder, eyes closing as a sigh passes your lips. fuck, why is he dirty talking to you all of sudden? why do you like it? you decide that all your doubts and worries are for the future you to deal with, right now you just want to know how far this can go. still, you can help the nervousness that gets a hold of your demeanor. shaking your head, you start, ân-no, thatâs not it, why would youââ
but jake was not having it. he cuts you off mid-sentence, face coming closer to your ear, lips brushing over it ever so slightly while he whispers lowly â as if you were in a room filled with people and he only wanted you to hear â, âare you really going to lie to me like that, baby?â and just like that youâre speechless, but that doesnât matter one bit, because jake keeps on talking, âi dreamed you were underneath me doing all sort of cute noises while i fucked you on my bed. is that what you expected me to say? or was that pout on your pretty lips for another reason, princess?â
âw-whatâŠ?â you utter, confused. heâs getting to you too damn fast for your liking â your panties growing damp at the thought of him having a wet dream about you. you speak your mind, âwhat the fuck, jake? how can you say things like thatâŠâ
âlike what? so directly? you know iâm not one to play games, princess,â he says and uses the little switch of topic to spin you around. his hands find your waist to urge you to face him and you comply, but you donât look into his eyes yet, embarrassment having a tight grip around you. so his right hand comes to your face and you barely feel his fingers as he tilts your chin up softly, bringing you to face him so he can lock eyes with you, his hand falling to your waist a second after. his gaze is intense, filled with emotion â one youâre yet to allow yourself to admit aloud you reciprocate. the silence starts to grow bothersome so you decide to voice your thoughts once again, not really expecting this moment to turn into a heart to heart conversation â but honestly, you love that jake provides this for you.
âi know. but, youâre making me nervous,â you confide in a mumble, fidgeting fingers on your back but you donât break eye contact â your puppy eyes fucking jakeâs mind up. he knows what you mean, youâve talked about this before. youâre not one to let people in, so to have him so casually stripping you out of your comfort zone can be really stressing â it doesnât mean you donât want him to, though.
jake cuckles, he does think youâre adorable from time to time â everyday â and heâs determined to make you comfortable with what you want â well, that being him â so he makes a point of saying, âthatâs cute, princess. youâre only nervous because you keep refraining yourself from doing what you wantâŠâ he says, almost melodically. âand i know very well that you want me.â
thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes and you know he knows, thatâs what your relationship was always about â heâs been obvious about his desires, you were the one who poorly attempted to deny it. so you sigh defeated, as you watch his pretty eyes and easy smile. you touch his arms, hands traveling up to his cheeks where you leave a soft squeeze with your palms, squishing them together. you both let out a giggle, then your fingers intertwin on his nape, your body closing the distance between you and him.Â
jake is not surprised that you took the initiative, but he couldnât believe that it was actually happening. his heart is beating unforgivingly in his chest, it aches the best kind of pain and he lets out a sound of relief, pleasure and pure fulfillment. his hands grips your waist harder trying to ground himself, but nothing is enough â he is losing all self control and he couldnât care less. because your hands were on his neck, nails scratching lovingly the back of his head, your chest pressed on his and your lips passionately kissing him â having you on his hands for him to touch and hold was messing with his head. the kiss that takes place is outstanding, it makes both you and him breathless way too quickly. you pull away first, your teeth prodding your bottom lip for a moment before jake is on you again.
this kiss is much more devastating than the first one, when your tongues meet you can hardly contain the whine that tries to leave your lips, but maybe itâs the way jake shoves you against the counter behind you that knocks the air out of your lungs. none of you know how long you stay making out, your fingers interlace on jakeâs locks and he anticipates the moment you will pull it, but you donât. he grows impatient, hands sliding from your waist to your hips, where he squeezes hard, then he pushes himself from you, interrupting the kiss in the middle. youâre panting, chest heaving and lips red and swollen from the kissing, the sight making heat spread all over his body and his arousal only increases, the bulge on his pants begging to be simulated and he wonders how affected you are by all of this. despite the hot feeling of your hasty breath, nothing really gives away your inner state. and you try to keep it that way, but your mind is foggy and you can barely form coherent thoughts aside from the burning lust, thatâs all you can discern. you thought you could be stronger when it came to your sexual desires, but jake fucks up all your attempts in keeping a composed attitude. because you wanted nothing more than to let go and be led, to allow him to do whatever he wanted to. thatâs how much you trusted him, how much you craved him.
youâre so lost in your submissive reverie that you fail to realize that jake actually said something. it isnât until his hands cups your cheeks that your attention turns to him.
âhmâŠ?â you hum and itâs supposed to be a question, but you can really say something else. he understands, though, slowly catching on to what your behaviour meant.Â
testing the waters, he asks âdo you want to go upstairs, baby?â softly, trying not to sound like you had to. you nod, eagerly so, making him smile, tilting his head to the side. âyouâre much too quiet, princess,â he says, his smile fading to a smirk as continued, âgo on, use your words.â
the way he says it is borderline condescending. the patronizing superiority twists your insides and your heart rate speeds up, a familiar feeling making its way to your stomach like butterflies. you curse every cell in your body for being so responsive. you focus on the fact that itâs a simple question, one he already knows the answer to. âyesâŠâ you voice out, not without stuttering and jake is amazed.Â
he pushes further, wanting to strip every layer of this newfound trait of yours. âhuh? yes what, princess?â and itâs a trap, because heâs not expecting anything specific, you may or may not know what to answer, it doesnât matter because jake is doing it with the sole purpose of teasing you.
but you donât know that, and even if everything in you is telling you to address him with a respectful honorific, you also donât want to give him the satisfaction of winning that so easily, so you do whatâs best, you play innocent. âyes, i wanna go upstairs,â your voice sounding much more controlled and with barely any sides of your emerging submissiveness.
jake laughs at your answer, eyes scanning you with unmistaken amusement. he shakes his head, grabbing your hand as he speaks, âyouâre impossible.â
he uses your intertwined fingers to pull you with him, all the way until youâre passing through his bedroom door. once inside, he sits on the end of his bed, hands coming to your hips as he looks up at you. thatâs when everything sinks in. nothing couldâve prepared you for the devastating reality that youâre a moment away from letting jake undress you â letting him fuck you. his alluring presence drowns your senses, you want nothing else than to please him.Â
he sees it in your eyes, so he feels obligated to act on it. âcome sit, princess,â he says and pulls you to his lap. you fall right after, thighs finding their place on his sides as your hands touch his chest. âyouâre so pretty,â his hands are caressing your waist under the fabric of your shirt. âso, so pretty,â he adds, placing kisses on your cheeks, and then your neck. âmakes me want to ruin you all the time,â he pulls you even closer, the motion making your hips collide with his. his dick impossibly hard underneath you, you fists his shirt at the feeling. he started to leave hickeys on your skin, his path well marked as he love bites his way to the valley of your breasts. you can feel the smirk on his lips as he trails kisses on your skin, but you are engrossed in the intoxicating feeling of his hands traveling up your body. when you realize, heâs already taking your top off, eyes shamelessly falling to your naked torso. âyou always leave the house without a bra on?â he asks, not really accusing you of anything, his hands instantly coming to grope them, thumbs tenderly flicking your nipples and your response is almost embarrassingly quick. youâre taken by surprise, a soft moan slips past your lips and your hips grind on him. he appreciates the sound, his dick twitching in his sleeping shorts as he squeezes your boobs harder.Â
you answer him, voice coming weaker than you expected as you speak, âno⊠not really.â you have your hands sliding under his shirt, pulling the fabric with you as you feel the warm skin of his chest on your palms, you want to see him too. âcan you⊠take your shirt off too?â
âlook at you, being so well manneredâŠâ he says and you roll your eyes, his praise makes your panties grow wetter by the minute. he keeps talking though, making no move to remove his shirt just yet. âalthough, i think that thereâs one word missing, princessâŠâ
you understand him immediately, the words coming out easily, âpleaseâŠ? can you take your shirt off, please?â you rephrase, and jakeâs mind goes over drive. he already wants you begging for him.
is almost funny, to know that you two are living the moment he has been anticipating ever since he was first trapped with you in that bathroom in a random college party. heâs lightheaded from the unceasing sensations he experiences with you and his smile is the perfect display of it, breathtaking and contagious. he lifts his arms for you to finish taking the shirt off his torso, you drop it on the floor. his hands settle back on you, falling on your thighs with a smack on which one, as he gets back to trailing kisses down your neck, until his tongue envelops your nipple. heâs still smiling when you moan from the sudden stimulation, but he moans with you after you grind down on him at a specific hard bite he delivers. âyouâre into pain or something?â he asks you, moving to your other boob, teeth grazing the skin before he bites it, softer than he wanted, just to test his theory.
you right hand tangles in his hair, fingers gripping the locks but not really pulling at it â which he really wants you to â, your left hand splayed on his chest, nails threatening to dig on his skin. he laughs in disbelief, biting harder â not enough to leave a mark, yet â and your hips move involuntarily on his, humping his throbbing dick, desperate for a real form of stimulation between your legs. âoh god, you are into it.â he states, and delivers another slap on your thigh.
you bite your lip, and say âyou do realize how sadistic this makes you look, right?â in defiance, but your affected tone makes no effect whatsoever.Â
his answer is instant, âand you do realize how much of a masochist i think you are now, right?â his mocking tone getting to your and further wetting your panties, that must be completely destroyed by now. he continues his assault in your chest, that already has some red and purple marks blooming here and there.
âi-iâm notâŠâ you start, both hips and voice stuttering from his movements, the fabric of your jeans starting to make you uncomfortable as you rub yourself harder on his erection, jakeâs hands groping your skin from the stimulation, the rhythm of your movements torturously slow for his liking. âiâm not a masochist,â you manage to say, and jake laughs from your little act.Â
âno, just a painslut...â he says, and your muffled whine is enough of an answer for him. âbut donât worry, baby. you make such a pretty slut for me.â
âfuckâŠâ is all you can mumble, pussy clenching around nothing as you keep grinding on his bulge, dry humping him for all your worth. but jake had enough of that, he wants more â he needs more. so he grabs one of your thighsâ underside with one hand, the other going to your waist as he moves you on the bed. in a second you're laying on your back on the mattress, but you donât have time to be surprised. jake touches your knee in an attempt to get you to open your legs and you comply, slowly moving them apart to accommodate his hips.
his hands travel to undo the button of your shorts, fingers pulling the zipper down all the way but he doesnât slide the fabric off your legs. instead, he stuffs his hand inside of it, fingers gliding over your dripping wet slit. âshit, youâre fucking soaked, princessâŠâ he almost growls, forehead resting on your shoulder. âwant to fuck you till we pass out,â itâs just a harmless confession, one he doesnât truly mean, but you donât care.
âso do it,â you sound desperate, his index and middle finger teasing your entrance while his thumb presses on your clit. he wasnât moving, and it was driving you insane. you thrust your hips forward, trying to get him to do something, but he doesnât.
he chuckles, his smirk hidden from your eyes, but you could feel it when he pressed his lips to your ear, leaving an openmouthed kiss in it. âso soon? whereâs the fun in that?â he says rhetorically, he has been dying to bury himself inside you, but he still wants to play with you some more. âneed to prep you first, baby.â
your moan is music to his ears when he inserts his fingers in you with a quick motion, pleasure running through your veins. but it wasnât enough. you didnât want that, you wanted his dick inside you. âf-fuck, jake⊠jake, please,â is the first glimpse of a plea, and jake is relishing on it. he quickens his movements, fingers working on your walls like magic. he brings his thumb back to your clit, drawing little imaginary circles in it and your head falls back, back arching as you push your hips forward again. âjake, j-jake⊠please, fuck me. wanna cum on your cock.â
although he really wanted to, he couldnât resist your plea. he doesnât need to be told twice, taking his fingers out slowly and helping you out of your shorts and underwear. he takes his shorts off along his boxers right after, his dick slapping his stomach as he does so.
once heâs between your thighs there isnât much to be said, heâs already guiding his dick to your entrance when your legs wrap around his waist. you both moan at the intrusion, the stretch making your mind go blank as your head falls to the side, right hand finding support on his back as your left hands tangled on his locks. youâre both panting and you barely started, his thrusts are sharp, he reaches so deep in you. your closed eyes and open mouth are better to watch than jake could ever imagine, he wishes he could have this everyday. âoh my god, fuckââ he swears, hand gripping you jaw to give you a kiss. itâs messy, your tongues meet more outside than inside your mouths. when he pulls away thereâs a string of saliva connecting you two. his weight is supported on his forearms as he moves to mark your neck mumbling, ây-you feel so good princess, so goddamn good.â
the room smells like sex, your hands try desperately to somehow steady yourself in that moment that didn't seem like reality at all. jake pressed his hips into yours harder and harder with each kiss he left on your neck, his mouth brought you little by little closer to heaven and you let a specific loud whine escape your lips. you could feel his smile as he raised his head so he could kiss your mouth with unquestionable desire once again. you use your legs to pull him closer and his eyes roll back under his eyelids. you arch your back slightly, your chest pressing against his and your fingers â finally â pulling on his strands. jake brokes the kiss to moan and looks at you in that surrendered way he always does. he just couldn't help himself, he needed to ruin you just a little bit more.
âso beautiful, my princess.â his possessive tone making you clench around him, his hand moves from your side to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze, and then he grabs your cheeks with one hand. not too hard, but enough to make you lift your face. âopen your mouth for me, love.â and you comply. your mouth parted slightly and your eyes glued to his, but heâs too lost watching you run the tip of your tongue between your lips to notice. he uses his thumb to open your mouth even wider, naturally salivating at the thought of what he would do next.
when his spit meets your tongue and you swallow without protest, he is gone. the moan he fails to contain comes out muffled as he presses his face back into your neck. the hand that was previously on your cheek goes down to your thigh where he delivers a harsh squeeze. âfuckâŠâ he whispers, inevitably moving his hips to fuck you harder, faster. he was too lost in the feeling, and so were you.Â
the intoxication sensation of your orgasm comes quickly, and itâs devastating. jake takes notice of the way your nails run down his back, the other pulling on his hair and your legs impossibly tight around his waist. âwould look at thatâ ahâ, youâre going to cum, baby?â he asks, voice low and wavering, âare you?â
you hum, your moans impossible to suppress. you drool on the fabric of the mattress â you were so, so close. jake has other plans, though. âoh, c-come on now, princess⊠weâveâ ahâ talked about it a-already,â he says, hand coming to your neck, adding some pressure â just enough for your eyes to roll back on your closed eyelids. he loves to watch it, his own release coming fast and unforgiving. âuse your words.â
âiâ fuckâ can i cum, jake? p-pleaseâŠâ you start, eyes opening to lock with his as best as you can. âplease! jake, ahâ i canât hold it a-anymoreâŠâ you cry out, head lolling back once more. âf-feels so good, so good.â
jake canât hold it back any longer too, hips unrelenting at your begging. âgo ahead, baby. cum for me.â he whispers, and it feels like you fall over the edge immediately. the unceasing clenching of your walls only pushing him to his orgasm too, thick ropes painting your inner thigh as he pulls out. the wave of pleasure that overtakes you both is devastatingly good, you can barely discern what's happening as whispered âthank youâsâ fall from your lips. when you both fall back to reality youâre sweaty and breathless. he drops his weight on you, arms caging your body as his head finds the comfort of your chest. you giggle and hug his shoulders, eyes too heavy from tiredness to keep them open. you fall asleep before the both of you can say anything. jake senses your calming breath, choosing to clean himself and you up before giving into the temptation of sleep as well. he dresses you on his shirt that was on the floor after putting on his boxers, hugging you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you, lulling himself to sleep.
DAY 37 - Fool For You
youâve never been one to give in to awkwardness. you pride yourself on being quite a light presence, always funny or trying to make everyone feel comfortable. but it wasnât until you had sex with jake that it changed. because, sadly, now youâre just always nervous around him. it had been two days since he claimed you for himself â two days and you still havenât really faced him. what could you do, really? pretend it never happened? act like the big deal it was and possibly ruin everything? acknowledge what happened but act like it's not going to destroy every single wall you've built around yourself?
you felt hopeless and you missed him â so much. because after what you two shared, there was no room for doubt, no room for hiding the undeniable truth. you were deeply, madly and uncontrollably in love with jake. so much so it hurted you. so much so you could tell everyone and you would never feel ashamed of it. but, what about him? how could you ask him if you didnât even know how to allow yourself to be vulnerable like that? to let him in like he was always there â although it felt like he had always been part of you, you also couldnât help but overthink it. you felt like he understood you even if no words were spoken, but would it really be enough for him to know that you loved him? would you be enough for him? did he feel the same? god, did he even like you at all? and as you torture yourself â feeling like you could actually feel a physical discomfort from all the thinking and loving and wanting you had trapped inside you â, jake was losing his mind.
he was in complete despair, like heâll never have you. all of the time it took for him to get to know you, to get close to you â it felt meaningless â, and now you were slipping right through his fingers all over again. it wasnât fair. he knew you felt something for him. and it was driving him insane, because if you felt even just a little bit of what he feels, then it was enough for forever. even if you feel just five percent of what he feels for you, you would make it until the end of the world. but it didn't matter, because you hadnât talked to him yet. he was feeling like he was left to die of starvation, your absence making him hallucinate. making him question just how much he wouldnât do for you â only so he could finally have you. because he was feeling like he could do it all, but he needed you to come to him. to allow him to truly see you, to truly feel you. so he decided to wait. wait for you to come to terms with the reality you seemed so against living and then heâd do everything â anything to keep you by his side.
even if you werenât sure about how things would turn out, you know it was you who had to make the first move and when you decide to get your shit together, you walk straight to his room. looking calm on the exterior, but completely wrecked on the inside, yet itâs kinda funny for you. you have nothing to fear anyway, expect for, well, a rejection â but it wasn't really going to stop you. when you get to his door you take a few deep breaths, gathering the courage that was just a few seconds ago all over you but seemed to suddenly vanish. you grow eager, as if it was all coming to realization. it feels so fucking right you could cry, you decide to knock before it all becomes too much. doing it softly, you wait for him to answer, cleaning your sweaty palms on the sides of your sleeping shorts.
jakeâs listening to some random âsongs for studyingâ playlist on youtube while scrolling through his media when he hears the soft knock on his door. he freezes, what was happening? he jumps out of bed, looking around checking if anything needed replacing. when he sees everythingâs fine he walks to the door, but remembers he had changed into his sleeping clothes, so he goes back to check himself in the mirror, only for him to run a hand through his hair and get right back to the door. once there he doesnât think twice, swinging the door open. âhi!â
you get startled by the sudden movement. jake looks like he has the energy to run a marathon and is hardly holding himself from doing so. itâs cute. you look at his puppy-like eyes, his lips slightly parted and his hair falling in his brows. you almost say right then and there, but you hold it â waiting for a more appropriate moment. instead, you say âuh, hi.â and then you giggle, looking down to your feet and then back at him. âwhat are you doing right now?â
he lets out a giggle himself, a bit more at ease now that he knows youâre not there bringing bad news. then he answers, âhonestly? nothing,â and he laughs at his own sentence.
âgood, can i come in then?â you ask, but before he could even answer youâre already explaining yourself, âitâs justâ uh, i want to talk to youâŠâ
he smiles nervously, stepping aside so you can come in. after you walk in, he guides you to his bed by your shoulder and then he lays on his side, propped on his left arm. âtell me all about it, baby.â
the nickname makes goosebumps raise all over your body, but maybe it was the fact that you had acknowledged you want this whole thing so much â maybe it was burning in you all along just waiting for an excuse to be freed. âi⊠so, i wanted toââ you stutter, growing a bit nervous.
âhey,â he grabs your hands that were in your lap. ârelax! youâre kinda freaking me out, you know?â he says, trying to lighten the mood. he could see what you wanted to say was serious but he also didnât want you to get anxious over it. âi feel like youâre gonna say you're a murderer or something.â
you can only laugh, because heâs such a fucking idiot and you love him so bad itâs kind of pathetic. âgod, thatâs such an idiotic thing to sayâŠâ you pause, looking at him playing with your bracelet mindlessly. then you realized there was no way he went for all the trouble to fuck you if he didnât have any feelings for you. it was so dumb of you to assume that in the first place. and it felt so right in that moment â almost dream-like â, you didnât want to waste it. the words left your mouth by impulse, but they all fell so naturally out of it too, it barely felt like it was the first time you were saying them, âi love you, jake.â
jake feels his whole world stop. what did you just say? he couldnât voice it out better, muttering, âwhat?â
âyepâŠâ you say comically popping the âpâ, head nodding dramatically, lips pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed in fake apprehension. because, deep down, youâre sure it was going to work out just fine. âguess thatâs worse than a murder, huh?â
jakeâs going crazy, he wasnât expecting you to ever say it like that, so easily. âdoââ he gasped, choking a bit. he was a mess by this point, his hands pulling you closer by your wrists until your face was close enough, to the point he could feel your warm breath on his nose. his voice cracking with obvious emotion, but he really couldnât care less, âdo you really?â
and your eyes water, voice faltering just as much, âof course i do, jake⊠â you press your forehead to his, eyes closing but you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you and you wanted nothing but to make him feel all of the love he made you feel.
âoh my god,â he uttered, voice completely drowned in emotion as his breath hitches and he sobs, but that doesn't stop him from keep talking, âoh my god, baby, i love you too,â he states, like it wasnât obvious by the way the tears left his eyes and stained your shirt. heâs a blabbering mess, but you love it. âi love you so much.â
and there, in between tears, smiles and sweet words, jakeâs certain that heâd do everything all over again, just to have you. and you know you found the one.
DAY 38 - Apocalypse
you wake up in your bed with a startle, out of breath and with tears blurring your vision, threatening to fall from your eyes. your heart was filled with so much love you could never possibly keep to yourself only, so look to the side to reach jake. only, he isnât there. you sit up, confusion knocks on your poor sleepy brain and you stumble out of bed. you remember very vividly you had fallen asleep with jake the night before, after you so happily declared your love for each other. as you reach for your doorknob you pause, what if it was a dream? because you remember you were in jake's room last night, not yours. were you so sleep drunk you couldnât tell if it all happened or not? you rush to open the door and walk towards jakeâs room, but he wasnât there either. so you decide to go to the kitchen, not yet ready to give up, even if your heart was squeezing like you had lost the only love you ever had known.
as you reach the kitchen you hear some noises and your body fills with excitement as you eye jakeâs broad figure â but, wait. is that a Seattle Mariners shirt?
âoh my god, jake. why are you wearing jayâs shirt?â your voice competing with your laughter, trying to imagine what would be jayâs reaction if he saw his favorite shirt in jakeâs body â his very nice, very doable body. âiâll tell jay.â
âdonât you dare, pretty,â he says, like itâs a threat â that has no effect, whatsoever â as he drops whatever he was doing to come hug you. âit isnât jayâs, he gave me this one on my birthday last year,â he gave your forehead a kiss, then the top of your head and kept going, âhow did you sleep? i put you in your room âcause mineâs closer to the kitchen and i wanted to make breakfast. did i wake you?â but you almost donât hear it, his voice being drowned since he talked while his lips were pressed to the top of your head.Â
âyou didnât wake me, love,â and the way you say it makes jakeâs heart melt. âbut i woke up crying and for some weird reason i thought yesterday was a dreamâŠâ you add, hugging him back and taking in his scent.
âi left for 15 minutes and you were already crying from missing me? thatâs cute, princess,â he laughs after speaking, moving you to sit at the counter. âwell, itâs good it wasnât a dream then, huh?â
you give an disgusted look to his little joke, but youâre smiling when you brush your lips to his, âi donât know⊠iâm starting to regret it.â
âyouâre so mean,â he replies, but heâs also smiling. he gives you a brief kiss on the lips, then one on your cheek. he looks at you for a bit and says, âi think i should make us breakfastâŠâ
you both laugh, knowing what heâs hinting at. you get off the counter and help him, being so filled with contentment and love as you watch him make a mess in the kitchen just like always,
âi love you.â
a/n: it was supposed to be all a dream in the end, bit i couldn't do it. let me know what you think<33
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ăyour intentionsă - s.rintarou x f!reader
â§summary:
what happens when a notorious manwhore, stoner, and player, encounters someone who doesn't seem all too interested. or: you piss suna off so much that he wants you
â§wc: 5.2k
â§au: college!au, freshman!suna, freshman!reader, miya twins side characters
⧠tags + warnings under the cut
âȘ⏠intentions - starfall
â§warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna, fuckboy!suna, stoner!suna, sexual tension, alcohol consumption, fwb, suna is an asshole with standards,
â§tags: fingering (f.), oral (m.f.), teasing, degradation, pet name (kitten/ princess), unprotected sex, rough, edging, mirror sex, dubcon, creampie, face-fucking, cum swallowing
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frat parties themselves were frustratingâloud, crowded, sweaty. but on the bright side, they always accompanied themselves with free booze and weed. a lot of the guys here played for various sports teams on campus, most of them on the volleyball team.
one in particular, suna rintarou. the guy you so happened to sit next to in the blunt rotation and the very guy your friend warned you about yet also praised. rumour has it suna rintarou only calls up girls when he's high but he was an insane fuck. you didn't take much notice until it was your turn in the rotation. with a tap on your shoulder, you turned to the tall, foxy-featured volleyball player.
âhey. you want some or not?" rintarou suna said lazily, expression blank. his sharp, foxy features complement the entire vibe he was exuding. plus, you were surprised that you could smell a sexy, earthy cologne on him and not just the weed.
you turned around, meeting his eyes with a similar blank expression, not really vibing with his tone. you might have had a resting bitch face... but, you didnât say anything as you took the offered blunt, taking a big puff and blowing it at his face, saying, âthanks," clipped with a fake smile and then turned back to your friend, dismissing the surprise on her face.
what you didn't notice was how suna raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your boldness yet intrigued. as you blew smoke in his face, he had taken a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes never leaving yours. even when you turned away, he kept his gaze drifting lazily over your body in a way that was both assessing and appreciative.
leaning back casually against the couch, he pulled out his phone but continued to sneak glances at her from the corner of his eye. a slow, sly smile spread across his lips.
meanwhile, your friend yui was erratically sputtering about your passive-aggressive interaction with the known âmanwhoreâ. honestly, you didnât get the big deal and continued sipping at your drink and making conversation with the other sports guys, purposely ignoring suna.
sure, you'd be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive but he was surprisingly not the kind of guy you usually go for. sunaâs and your mutual friend osamu was more up your alley since you shared an elective with him and he seemed way more of a green flag than a notorious womaniser.
yui was in the middle of not-so-quietly warning you about him, no doubt painting him as some kind of villain suna thought. with that, you felt as though a certain someone was staring a hole into the back of your head causing you to shift your gaze brieflyâmr hotshot himself already looking with that same lazy, blank yet sharp expression of his. he quirked the side of his lip. you rolled your eyes at him, something suna definitely wanted to see again.
you were alerted to a ringing and a name that pissed you off reading. âshit⊠sorry, I gotta take this call.â you told yui, putting your drink down and leaving the group, trying to find your way through the crowded living room and up the stairs into a hopefully unoccupied room.
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you waltzed upstairs and managed to find an empty room where people weren't fucking in to take the phone call. it wasn't a very fun one.
"christ, anzai, I told you not to call me again. do I really have to block you?" the conversation was pointless and getting on your nerves. you sat down on the bed, rubbing your temples out of frustration. sighing and about to cuss out your ex-fwb over the phone, the door opened, letting a bit of light into the dark room.
suna rintarou. your eyes grew at the coincidence but you needed to end the phone call. suna was just quiet, watching you with that blank expression and stare of his.
"you're blocked. don't call me."
the invader leaned casually against the doorframe, watching you with keen interest as you hung up. you sighed as you rubbed your temples which probably struck a chord in himâyou're sure he knew this feeling all too well. the room fell silent except for the muffled noise and shit music from downstairs. wordlessly, he pushed off the doorframe and moved further into the room, closing the door softly behind him. suna came to sit beside you on the bed, close but not quite touching. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a joint and lighter.
"trouble in paradise?" he asked quietly, sparking the lighter. his tone was devoid of its usual sarcasm, surprisingly gentle. he took a long hit before offering it to you, exhaling smoke slowly through barely parted lips. his eyes, usually sharp and mocking, had softened as he regarded you in the shadows. for now, the game was on hold - it seemed he was simply offering a moment of quiet understanding.
this was the infamous manwhore on campus people were dying to get in bed with? you glanced at the joint that he offered. you didnât take it, saying, "can't a girl get a little bit of privacy? I prefer escaping the party alone, actually."
"this is my room, actually," he replied calmly, taking another drag from the joint.
âshit- sorry.â you started, about to stand up and leave but he didnât seem bothered or react as if he was so... you slowly sat back down.
suna exhaled slowly and shrugged. "don't worry, I'm not going to try anything. just thought you could use someone to vent to, if you want." his tone was casual, non-threatening. holding the joint out to you again, he added, "or... we could just get high and forget about our problems for a while."
his expression gave nothing away as usual, but his eyes were open and attentive, implicitly letting you know he was genuinely offering an ear. the ball was in your court now - you could take the outstretched joint as a peace offering and relax in comfortable silence, or tell him to fuck off.
âwell, guess I'll take you up on that,â you said in reply, the faintest hint of a smile on your glossy lips.
a ghost of a smirk tugged at suna's lips as you accepted said peace offering, brushing against his fingers slightly (intentionally or not), clearly pleased with himself. he leaned back on one arm, mirroring you, close but not quite touching and watched the end of the joint glow orange as you took a hit.
"so, what's with the aggressive call?" he asked casually, your brief contact sent a subtle spark through him, though his expression remained as bored as ever. "ex giving you trouble?"
he took another long drag, holding the smoke for a moment before releasing it. his hooded gaze remained fixed on you, waiting patiently. there was a comfortable silence as the weed started to take effect, blurring the edges of discomfort.
during the brief silence, you took him in, only now realising how long his legs were and how huge he actually was without that oversized jacket- arms, hands, fingers; everything.
averting your eyes, you instead noticed a few things about his bedroom. one - a massive wall-to-ceiling mirror on his built-in wardrobe and a volleyball as well as some trophies on display on the shelves. some of his clothes were thrown about, as you would expect in a first-year guy's room. not to mention his impressive PC set-up.
suna had followed your gaze around the room, catching the subtle once-overs of his physique and belongings.
you finally indulged him by replying to his question, ânot that big of a deal. just an asshole that begged to tap again despite being a one-minute wonder," you smirked through the confession - subtlety not being one of your strongest suits.
"really? wouldn't know what that's like." you could practically hear the smirk in his voice too, confidence oozing through.
you rolled your eyes at his comment, "though, seems like you're the same in that you don't know how to take the hint. heard all about you." you continued before you could really think over what you had just implied.
he hid a smirk by taking another drag.
"hmm, really?" he replied lazily, "and what exactly have you heard?"
of course, suna knew the rumours that circulated about him - manwhore, player, only calls girls when he's high and or drunk. but he was curious what impression you in particular had gotten. his hooded gaze watched your expression closely.
the joint was starting to take effect now, softening the edges of his usual sharp demeanour. a pleasant buzz hummed through your veins.
letting out a soft chuckle, closing your eyes and replying with shrug, "you only call girls when you're high or drunk. and⊠you're an 'insane fuck'. a friend's words - not mine."
as you spoke, suna reached his arm past you, leaning over your thighs to stub out his joint on an ashtray atop the bedside table. your eyes grew wide at the sudden proximity.
"hmm, your friend isn't entirely wrong," suna hummed, his breath ghosting over your ear. he took his sweet time stubbing out the joint, not missing and clearly enjoying the subtle tension of your body.
when he sat back, he turned his head to meet your eyes, mere inches away. his gaze, usually sharp and mocking, had softened into something molten under the haze.
"but, what do you think?" he asked quietly, a hint of challenge in his tone. one of his long fingers came up to brush a lock of hair from your cheek, lingering there for a moment as his eyes dropped to your lips. the game was still afoot, but the rules had changed - this was no longer just casual banter.
this was an invitation.
and, your own gaze failed you too. for a split second, your eyes flicked down to his lips and then back up to his greyish-yellow eyes. you decide not to swat his hand away.
âwell, shouldnât judge a book by its cover, and so on...â you whispered low and sultry, âas for âinsane fuckâ⊠letâs just say I donât have the experience to give my own opinion.â
"wise words," his thumb tracing soft circles on her cheek. your admission both surprised and intrigued him. he liked the way you talked.
leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away, he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear once more. "what do you say we change that?" he breathed, letting the question hang tantalizingly in the air.
his free hand came up to tangle gently in your hair, tilting you enough to expose the long, column of your neck. suna pressed a lingering kiss there, feeling that pulse quicken under his lips and forced a breathy sigh out of you, the pressure feeling so good.
"or d'you wanna continue our little game of cat and mouse?" he whispered, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. his eyes, when they meet yours again, gleam with promise and challenge.
"that depends,â you whispered out, âwhoâs the cat and whoâs the mouse?â contrary to conflicting words, your own hands moved to slide up his shirtâto the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his brown locks. hands on his bare skin sent sparks through his veins, sharpening his focus.
"good question," suna murmured just above your lips, eyes half-lidded with intent.
in one smooth motion, he pushed you down, caging you against the plush mattress. his knee parted your thighs, making that tight mini skirt ride up just enough, pressing against your core, eliciting a gasp.
"for now, I think it's safe to say the mouse has been caught. but, I have a feeling you're more kitten than mouse," he gazed down at you with hooded eyes, taking in your flushed cheeks and sweet curves. "so you gonna let me kiss you, or...?
that shit-eating grin on his face made the idea of denying him so much more tempting. alas, suna rintarou was stupidly good with his words. but, so were you.
"I'll let you do more if you hurry up."
you could hear suna curse under his breath right before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his hard length through the thin layers of fabric. a low groan rumbled in his throat at the exquisite friction.
breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking marks into the tender skin. âso youâre the impatient type, huh?â he teased, hands making quick work of that skirt. "alright, Iâll give you what you want.â
not a second later and youâre stripped bare. heâs settled between your thighs. no more teasingâhe delved right in, lapping eagerly at those dripping folds. his reputation precedes him, ministrations focused and skilled, clearly well-practised in the art of reducing his flings to a quivering mess.
you didnât know what to expect but suna going full-throttle was definitely not on the list. either suna really was a god with his hands and tongue or the weed in your system was making you feel pleasure tenfold. you hoped it was just the latter.
you couldnât even stop to think about trying to avoid the mounting orgasm. suna didnât help with the way his tongue perfectly circled your clit. or how his fingers curled and prodded that sweet spot in your tight, soaking wet cunt.
it wasnât your fault how your thighs quivered and threatened to close around himâbut suna kept you spread, happily lapping up the slick and wetness from your cum.
you cursed and could feel his fucking grin, taking his time kissing and nipping down your inner thighs. only when you stilled did he crawl back up your body, grabbing at the flesh of your curves.
his lips and chin glistened with your essence, kissing you once more and letting you get a taste of yourself on his hot tongue.
suna nipped at your swollen lips, erection straining painfully against his jeans. âyour turn,â he said, taking your hand and guiding it to the tent in his pants.
your brows frowned and smirked somewhat irritably. that nonchalant, confident arrogance of his really did a good job at pissing you off (and turning you on). two could play at that game.
recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm, you pushed against his chest, making him sit up and lean on one arm. âyou really are full of yourself, arenât you?â
you claimed his lips once more, undoing the belt and unzipping his pants with practised ease as he helped by kicking them off.
his grunt out of surprise was delightful to hear as you gripped him by the base, cock twitching eagerly in your grasp.
âguilty as charged,â he breathed when you parted, watching with that lazy grin and hooded eyes. âbut you seem to be holding your own just fine,â he reached down to stroke your cheek. sunaâs expression softening from his usual mocking edge into something almost tender. almost.
now that you were quite literally face-to-face with his cock, you couldnât think anything else other than, âfuck, heâs bigâ. stupid volleyball players and their stupid big hands, big build and big dick apparently.
âyouâre not the only one whoâs been around,â you confessed, teasing the tip, flicking salty pre all around, all while looking at him doe-eyed through your lashes.
suna sucked in a sharp breath, hips twitching slightly from the teasing touches. âmm, Iâm learning that,â he replied, voice roughening with barely restrained desire. what he would give to shove his cock down that diabolical mouth of yours. the mental image of your full, pouty lips stretched wide around him might have been enough to send him over the edge on its own.
his fingers tangle into your hair, not pushing but definitely encouraging, giving it a light tug. you took that as the go signal, licking up a stripe from the base of his cock. your spare hand, already coated with the juices from your cunt came up to pump once and then twice.
and, just as you finished licking up that stripe, you closed your mouth around the tip, bobbing your head and experimentally hollowing out your cheeks.
the throaty groan suna let out was more than satisfactory, head falling back as you sucked harder. âfuck, just like thatâŠâ he growled encouragingly, hips wanting to jerk up into that perfect mouth but he held back, letting you set the pace.
furrowing your brows at him, you swallowed him deeper until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning, sending waves through his cock. he was in so deep. you could feel it twitch inside your throat and taste what was uniquely suna rintarou.
"f-fuck," he stammered, hips bucking up helplessly at the sensation of your throat fluttering around the head of his cock. oh, you were taking him so well, like you were made for swallowing his length. "so fucking good," he praised roughly, stroking your cheek. his release was coiling hot and tight already.
just before sending him over the edge, what could a little more teasing do? with a lick of your lips, you gazed up at him from below and with a smirk saying, âyou holdinâ back or somethinâ? Iâm not a stranger to being face fucked," and licked another swipe down his cock.
suna scoffed. his eyes flashed dangerously.
in a flash he flipped you backwards, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his cock jutted heavy and eager between you, glistening with his pre and your saliva.
"you asked for it, kitten," he warned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. without further preamble, he plunged back into your mouth, setting a punishing pace as he fucked that perfect throat.
suna's hips snapped forward relentlessly as he took what he wanted. one hand tangled roughly in your hair to hold you in place for his merciless punishment.
"such a naughty little slut, begging to be face fucked," he growled, feeling his release coiling tighter with each slick thrust. "swallow it all when I come, got that?"
his groans and grunts were honestly music to your ears. a few more hard thrusts and he was spilling down your throat with a guttural groan, pounding into your mouth through the entirety of his climax.
you weren't immune to having tears well up in your eyes as white hot cum spurted down your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling and to not choke around him.
when suna âgenerouslyâ (not) pulled out of your mouth, you puffed your cheeks and swallowed hard, turning to cough. you faced suna after, licking your lips and swallowing all while looking at him dead in the eye almost defiantly, âpeople usually stop fucking moving when they blow,â you complained, voice slightly hoarse but that just made suna even more prideful.
he just chuckled at your complaintâthat same evil laugh accompanying that shit-eating smirk. "dunno who you're tryna convince since..." he shifted, fingers tracing your hips and tapped your sopping wet cunt, wetness practically dripping down your thighs. "you're ruining my sheets."
you detested that suna rintarou face-fucking you made you wet to the point where you dripped all over his bed. it was now clear to him exactly how he should continue treating you.
rolling smoothly atop you, he caged you in with strong arms and settled between welcoming thighs. "Iâll clean that up for you," he purred, dipping his head to sample the sweet flavour lingering on his tongue.
suna let his fingers do most of the work stretching you out, making you mewl, moan, and arch your back. âs'that what you say to all the girls you fuck?â
suna chuckled darkly against her slick flesh, tongue delving deeper in response. "not always," he replied, lips and chin glistening when he pulled back to meet your eyes. two fingers scissored inside you, curling to stroke that sweet spot, while his thumb circled your aching clit in lazy eights.
"now quit your yapping and enjoy the ride." he resumed his oral devotion with renewed vigour, determined to reduce you to a quivering mess once more before claiming you fully. only when you were sobbing his name and gripping the sheets in abandon would he deem you ready for his cock.
fuckâ his fingers really were magic. you were questioning why he was so adamant on stretching you out. though, after taking his cock in your mouth, you were actually wondering how itâd fucking fit inside. you were so, so close to coming for the second time that night. but, you oh-so badly wanted to cum on his cock. youâd rather die than admit it though, stubbornly biting your lip, muffling cries so as to not give him satisfaction.
suna hummed, smirking around the mouthful of flesh his lips and tongue were lavishing. he could feel your inner walls fluttering, body coiled as tight as a bowstring on the edge of release.
pulling back with an obscene pop, he withdrew his fingers to your disappointed mewl. "tsk, so impatient," he chided, nipping at your inner thighs. "don't you want the real thing?" he purred, rubbing the thick head of his cock through your slick folds in slow, teasing circles. he was fully hard again, ready to plunge deep.
"beg for it like a good girl and I'll consider it," he challenged, grey-golden eyes glittering with mischief. his thumb returned to rub tight, fast circles around your clit, keeping you right on the razor's edge.
your brows furrowed, eyes closing tight in hopes to stop yourself from coming. you swallowed hard and managed a smirk despite your hazed eyes, closing your legs around his torso, pulling him in, playfully nipping at his bottom lip. "not until you ask me for my name, asshole."
suna growled low in his throat. little minx was going to be the death of him. his cockhead nudged insistently at your entrance, aching to breach that tight heat.
his voice was low and smooth, lacking its usual teasing edge. for once, his full attention was focused solely on you, "alright then, kitten. what's your name?" you waited on his question, and then you'd give your answer, along with the fucking of a lifetime.
whispering your name into his ear, you continued, "but, you can call me your slut if you let me cum on your cock this time. and, if youâre good I might even let you have my number."
the way your voice stayed low and sultry almost lulled him into some sort of spell. it didn't help suna's patience when your legs tightened around his waist, making his cock kiss the entrance of your cunt.
suna's eyes darkened at the sinful proposition, cock twitching eagerly. oh, he was going to make you beg for release before the night was through.
he purred your name, tasting it on his tongue as he rolled his hips, "such a pretty name for a dirty slut." he chuckled, nipping your lobe.
in one swift thrust, he finally sank home, burying to the hilt in one smooth stroke. your velvety heat clenched so tight around him. it was exquisite torture. the moan you both shared together was downright diabolical and the proceeding muffled cries that you let out in your mess of a kiss felt delicious on sunaâs tongue.
bracing himself on muscular arms, he set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to grind against your clit on every pass. "you'll probably be begging for mine once I'm done," he mumbled against your lips, grey eyes alight with primal hunger.
with the way your pussy clenched down on him, the way your nails dug into his shoulders and the way you moaned his name: how could he not feel like he was running on pure ecstasy.
suna gripped your hips and flipped you over, leaning over your arched body. he nipped the shell of your ear with a smirk. his free hand gripped your chin, pulling your head up, making you look up at that full-length mirror on his wardrobe, "remind me how you want it, again?"
you wanted to curse him out so bad with how badly your walls fluttered achingly around nothing. biting your lips, you let out a shaky sigh as your cheeks flushed an even deeper red. finding the strength to lift a hand to turn his head and whisper devilishly into his ear, "rough."
with a breathy chuckle, he replied, "sure thing, princess." without further warning, he gripped your hips once more and slammed back in. you cried out, whether in pain or pleasure or a sick mixture of both, you neither knew nor cared. all that mattered was the feeling of suna wrecking your insides.
suna's hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the debaucherous reflection in the mirror. the muted sounds of the frat party downstairs faded, replaced with the noises of sex and slapping skin.
your skin flushed pink and red from the marks he left on your body. looking up for a brief second, you met his blown-out pupils in the mirror, managing to get out, "a little fucked in the head, arenât you-"
suna's lips curled into a feral smirk at your words, meeting your gaze unflinchingly in the mirror. "takes one to know one, princess," he growled, angling his hips to drive even deeper. his thrusts were relentless, pounding into you so hard the force shifted you forward.
leaning over you and reaching around, he splayed his large hand over your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock. "feel that?"
of course you fucking felt itâhe was practically splitting you open. and you'd hate to admit it but you felt high and it was definitely not the weed.
he caught your mouth in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue. his eyes bored into yours in the mirror, a feral challenge gleaming in their depths.
you couldnât stay up. you lowered your head, body high on firey pleasure as suna pounded a second orgasm into you. you cursed and sputtered out, "f-fuck...! I'm gonna..."
his own face twisted in ecstasy. fuck, he needed to fill you up. your cries raised an octave and walls began to spasm around him, making him groan deeply into the crook of your neck. as much of an asshole he was, he found a slither of control inside him to care enough to ask.
he cursed, his control hanging by a thread, "you on anything?"
his cock pistoned in and out of your walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time. the slap of skin filled the room along with your mingled moans. suna's orgasm was coiling tight, ready to explode.
somehow summoning the last shreds of willpower, he panted against your skin, "hurry, tell me before I lose itâŠ" the decision was yours, but he wasn't sure he could stop even if you said to. not when you felt this fucking good.
part of him wanted nothing more than to spill deep inside, and claim you as only his. a few more erratic thrusts were all he could manage, hanging on the razor's edge for your reply before the dam broke.
âf-fuck... justâ fill me upâŠ!â you couldnât even think straight as you peaked. your back arched like a pretty moon with a death grip on the sheets, trying to at least hold on to a bit of your sanity.
a guttural groan tore from suna's throat at your permission, the last of his restraint shattering. he slammed home one final time, spilling hot white cum deep inside your clenching walls with a full-body shudder.
wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him as he pulsed into you, your climax dragging his out for an agonizing eternity. your velvety heat milked him for all he was worth, and he swore he saw stars behind his lids.
coming back to himself, he collapsed heavily over you, panting for breath. suna buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as you both floated down together.
"fuckâŠ" was all he could manage in a gravelly rasp, still nestled inside.
the previously faded noise of the party had now become slightly audible and matched with the beating of your heartbeats and panting breaths. holy fuck. suna rintarou really was an insane fuck.
pulling out slowly, he watched his seed leak from your abused cunt with a satisfied smirk. rollling onto his side, he tugged your limp, well-fucked body towards him, tucking you under his arm.
was he still high? cus the way he was looking at you was kinda dangerous⊠you didnât say anything else and pressed your lips against his again, wanting to forget about everything else and enjoy the âinsane fuckâ that was suna rintarou.
suna readily returned your kiss, losing himself in the feel of your pretty soft lips. for once, his mind had gone blissfully blank - all he knew was the girl in his arms and the taste of you on his tongue.
reluctantly breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing almost intimately as you both caught your breaths. his fingers traced idle patterns along your flushed skin, committing every curve and plane to memory.
his eyes cracked open to meet your gaze, and for a heartbeat, something almost tender flickered in his usual sardonic depths. "stay the night?" he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. fingers tracing the bow of your lips, he awaited your answer.
âwhat, canât get enough of the girl that accidentally walked into your room?â you teased, biting the finger that traced your lips.
suna huffed out a soft laugh at your retort. he replied, "can you blame me? think I hit the jackpot with you." his fingers combed idly through your tousled locks, gaze roaming your well-fucked form with unabashed hunger and appreciation.
"besides," he purred, nosing along your jawline to nip at the spot below your ear that made her gasp, "you still need to answer my question."
his voice had dropped to a low, gravelly rasp that went straight to your core. he smirked against your flushed skin. "do I live up to my reputation as an 'insane fuck'?"
yes, you answered mentallyâbut you weren't about to feed his ego even more.
trailing his fingers down your spine, he purred, "and I believe someone promised me her number? for being 'good' and filling her up.â
despite the way you shivered at his touch once more, you huffed and pushed against his chest. âyour volleyball friends not gonna miss you?â you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him.
"probably too busy getting shitfaced to notice I'm gone," he replied with a lazy shrug. "I'd much rather stay right here and wreck you a few more times before calling it a night." his hand slid down your stomach to tease that oversensitive clit, smirking at your involuntary gasp.
âyouâre impossible.â
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.
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unfortunately for you, you did surrender your number to suna in the end. and, you even stayed the night, surprising a few of sunaâs house mates from the sight of the smoking hot girl he managed to somehow get into his bed. you paid them no mind as you left his place. well- apart from giving your classmate, osamu miya, an awkward greeting before leaving.
it wasnât long before you and suna would meet again, and again, and againâŠ
#suna rintarou#suna rintarou smut#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintarou x reader smut#suna x reader#suna x reader smut#suna smut#haikyuu smut#hq!! smut#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader smut#potentially doing more with this au#what happens when suna begins to fall in love with his favourite fwb?#honestly he's probably already started falling#follow for next instalment o/
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT i know your bio says you like angst but no one has sent you anything except fluff and smut skfkskfkskf so could i pretty please req an unrequited love trope w/ lara? (or who you prefer) like maybe she has feelings for reader but reader is with another member already or somerhing like that? đ„ș
âlove is a drug that I quitâ
sypnosis -» each passing moment, each heartbeat â guilt gnaws lara knowing she had a crush on her best friends girlfriend
beware! -» angst , touch of fluff , breakup , established relationship, toxic/cheater!sophia , swearing, crying, eventual mutual liking , guilt, I think reader is also kinda toxic in here
talks -» hey babes idk if you wanted a good ending or bad one so I give you a somewhat okay one , also thank you for requesting angst!!! , lovesick girls reference on the title, I think I went off the request a. tad bit hope it's okay though :((
taglist (open) : @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim
knowing lara she would never ever ignore you on purpose â yet here she was being distant , it didn't bother you much since she was only a friend , right?
sophia invited you to stay the night in the girls house , it wasn't out of the normal â what was out of the normal was a lipgloss that sophia and yoonchae didn't use, it was near sophia's bed , at first you didn't look into it thinking maybe it was lara's or maybe megan's lipgloss
yet something in you tingled , something that told you it was someone elses
so without thinking much you asked the girls around the house if they used this specific brand of lipgloss
"manonâ do you like rare beauty lipglosses?" you ask the eldest "no.. I kinda like lip oils better" she replied after so you thanked her
"hey do you guys use rare beauty lipglosses?" you ask the youngest duo while they play a video game "nope!" they both replied after so going back to their game
the same response was heard from the middle kids aka lara and daniela , now your actually seething who the fuck owned this gloss then
"sophia elizabeth lafortezaâwho the fuck owns this gloss and don't try to lie to me!" you scream startling her to stop using her laptop , your hands were fisted , everything felt warm or too hot as sweat dripped down from your forehead
"baby I don't knowâmaybe it's megan's" her voice trembled as she focused on other things rather than looking at you â she was fucking lying "are you fucking with me?! â she doesn't own this! she told me earlier!" you scream at her , she stood up and tried to calm you down but you swat her hands away
"babyâits no ones I swear" sophia tries to reason out using her soft voice that could've worked but god your tired of her lying to you, "soph don't fucking lie to meâill find out one way or another"
you snatch her phone opening it , she tries to get it back but you push her off you , scrolling thru her dms you stumbled upon a mysterious number opening it you were not so warmly greeted with a exchange of heartfelt messages , between your girlfriend and some bitch named gabbie
"sophia I'm not gonna do this anymore â why the hell are you talking to gabbie? and why the fuck are you both so lovey dovey?" you angrily threw her phone to the floor â she looked pale almost as if she saw a ghost
"baby it's not what it seems!-"
"no sophia I'm done with you and everything â I thought maybe just maybe giving you a second chance would work , yet here you are back to your old schemes" you cut her off , your eyes blur as tears start to threaten leaving your eyes , you couldn't think properly, you packed up your things with sophia still trying to defend herself , trying to stop you from leaving
she wasn't the sophia you fell in love with certainly not the sophia you're gonna stay with
"I'm sorry â I love you but if you love me too sophia you would let me go" you said trying your very best just to look or even sound composed
now sitting in your car crying like a kid â you couldn't even bear going home when all you can think about is sophia , her hugs that made you comfortable, her kiss that made you melt especially the moments you both cherished
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nights passed â sleepless ones even and you still think about her , it wasn't getting any better , the more you cave in the more you became a wreck
the girls all heard the conversation â honestly it was very sick and twisted for sophia to even think of cheating on you, the girls especially lara who was very close to sophia started to distance themselves often times only getting close for fanservice
each passing moment, each heartbeat â guilt gnaws lara knowing she had a crush on her best friends girlfriend
well now ex best friend and ex girlfriend , lara didn't know what to do , whether to pick you or sophia
she wanted to approach you , to talk to you not even in a way to date but just a way to make sure your okay
so she did with her not so impeccable social skills chatting you one random night
freedom girl: y/n? can we talk? I know you're not fully healed yet but I would love to just sit down and talk with you even for a few minutes
you: sure , meet you at the studio?
freedom girl: yes be there in 30
you got ready , you knew damn well that you needed to talk to someone even if that meant it was lara â just because you didn't like her friend doesn't mean you didnt like her
driving there was quiet, no music just the gentle breeze of the air-conditioning in your car , your comfort was soon just silence
"hey how are you?" lara greets you as you park infront of the studio
the weather was cold yet in her presence everything felt warm and comforting
"I've been okayâhow about you?" you replied as you both walk in the studio , soon sitting down in front of some equipment as you talk heart to heart
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it felt like you two were dodging the obvious topic , the break up or was it that? , or the obvious liking towards you by lara
you noticed it the minute sophia introduced you to the rest â yes you found it icky but when you first broke up with sophia she was the one to reconcile you two now for the second break up she was the one who also talked to you
she was the only one who truly cares more than sophia, the one who would actually go to war for you
yet you couldn't find it in you to date her or even confess the confusing feelings you felt , "can I tell you something?" lara suddenly stops you from thinking
"yeah anything" you replied , you look at her face trying to analyze even the smallest tug of her lips or the blink of her eyes
"you changed my perspective on a lot of thingsâthe time you told me that love can be found anywhere, or maybe the time you helped me in my dark times" she then follows "even when you didn't have to"
you felt like a billion bricks were lifted off your shoulders â at this moment you even forgot about sophia, time was stuck and everything was right
"I'm glad I made you feel that wayâyou make me feel the same , I really hope this doesn't sound weird but I really love you" you mumble not thinking about the words that spewed out of your mouth and frankly you didn't care , you felt safe with her you felt like living again
"I love you too" she replied in a whisper like tone
the line was crossed , boundaries were broken and you're thankful you did
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SuNor Royalty AU prompt Relationship: Sweden/Norway Characters: Norway (Sigurd), Sweden (Björn), Denmark (Magnus) I had a small oneshot exchange/exercise with @pvffinsdaisies and @ifindus and I feel brave enough to share my oneshot writings for the first time. We were feeling nostalgic and decided to roll some nostalgic AU prompts with a wheel. Mine landed on "Fake Dating" and "Royalty". I just had to go with Norway and Sweden, of course! We also randomized some dialogue prompts, as well and I got: #23 - âYouâre doing the right thing.â ; âThen why does it feel so wrong to me?â
Something different this time, enjoy!
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âYouâre doing the right thing.â
The giant man sitting by the desk didnât react to Magnusâ comment. He kept his eyes firmly on the glass his freckled friend had poured him just moments earlier. Watching the earthy-toned beverage sit still in the crystal snifter as if it could answer all the questions running through his mind. Something about the liquidâs stillness helped him focus â a small reminder that the world wasnât boiling over, even if it felt like it.
Without raising his glance from the glass, the ashy-haired man pondered out loud, âThen why does it feel so wrong to me?â
Magnus, sitting right next to him on the velvet couch, looked up to the ornamented ceiling, breathing out with a heavy sigh. He was trying to find words to describe the predicament they found themselves in. Uncharacteristically for him, he didnât feel like mocking his younger friend or dismissing his feelings. Things were less than ideal, and Magnus himself had a lot to lose here. But still, he tried to maintain his professionalism. As much as he could sympathize with his friendâs turmoil, he had to be the steady one.
âI think itâs a sign that you care about Sigurd,â he said calmly and leaned his back deeper into the couch. âWhich is admirable, I guess. Considering everything weâve been through.â
It was hard to comprehend how the three of them would ever refer to each other as friends. Their friendship, if it could even be called that, wasnât quite built on mutual affection, but on proximity and shared survival. They had grown up tied together by the unrelenting demands of their families. There had been more than enough conflict to go aroundâbitter rivalries, fractured trust, and old wounds that never truly healed. Yet, in some inexplicable way, they had remained inseparable. Perhaps it was their proximity in age, or constant family cooperation pushing them to spend time together. Or perhaps it was a bond from heritage, diplomacy, and an unspoken understanding that only those who had known such tension could appreciate.
And it all led to this moment. This outrageous marriage proposal. Björn had never imagined that his future would unfold in this wayânot so abruptly, and certainly not under such strained circumstances. The bond he shared with Sigurd, once as natural and easy as breathing, now felt tainted, ruined by the very proposal that should have brought them closer.
It wasnât that Björn didnât want marriage. No, thatâs what he had dreamed of all his life, of building a future with someone who could share his heart. But he did not expect to marry so soon, and to a person so dear and close to him at that. Björn felt conflicted. This marriage wasnât driven by romantic love, nor was it born of true necessity. It was a strategy, all at the expense of Sigurdâ and Björn knew Sigurd did not want this. He knew that his friend, his brother-in-arms, had no desire to be tied down by a union born out of obligation. And yet here he was, about to be thrust into a situation where his freedom would be stolen from him by the very man who called him his dear friend.
âHe doesnât want marriageâ Björn sighed, breaking the brief silence with words so heavy you could barely hear him. He finally raised his eyes from the glass, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He met Magnusâ gaze, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if the younger eyes were pleadingâdo something!
âWhatâs done is done.â Magnus' answer was brief, but not at all intended as dismissive. His hands were tied, even his witt and games couldnât get them out of this situation now. âBut consider that Sigurd will be safer with you than with anyone else.â
Perhaps Magnus was right. Björn had doubts Sigurd could maintain his freedom for long regardless if he stepped in or not. These decisions werenât theirs to make. They werenât even Sigurdâs to make. The ties that bound them werenât just between him and his family; they were tied up in expectations, traditions, and even obligations that went far beyond their small circle.Â
Sigurd was in a vulnerable position here, his familyâs heyday long gone. His family, once known for their power and prestige, had long been reduced to shadows of their former selves. The house they once owned, grand and full of life, now stood silent, its halls crumbling and burying a history of glory that felt like a distant dream now. The marriage proposal had come as a last-ditch effort to pull them from the gutter.
The decision was not easy, nor something they thought would come so soon. But in the last attempt to upkeep their relevance and have some sort of hope for their heritage, they offered their heir to a longstanding ally. Perhaps accepting the proposal was Björnâs familyâs attempt to uplift their image, which had been shattered after the last conflict, turning them unpopular in peopleâs eyes. His family was convinced Sigurdâs integrity was supposed to conceal the tarnish in Björnâs name.Â
The troubled prince understood the stakes. This union, fraught with problems, was not just about their personal wishes. It was about preserving something far greater. It was a lifeline for them. But recognizing that still didnât make the mental anguish any less painful.
Björn snapped out of his thoughts, his mind drifting back to the present as he noticed Magnus slowly pulling himself up to sit straight. The Dane cleared his throat, âA piece of advice, if I may?â
â...For this one time, Iâll allow it.â
âMarriage is just a piece of paper,â he said with a mentor-like warmth to his voice. âNo one is going to control how you and Sigurd go about things. As long as you two handle your responsibilities, itâs enough.â
Björn raised his brow, but Magnus continued, âYouâre marrying your best friend after all. Sounds better than marrying a stranger, no?â
Magnus didnât get an answer to his commentâjust an empty gaze from his friend. The silence hung thick between them. Though Björnâs face remained stoic, his eyes betrayed him. Conveying a clear unease, which he let out as a grouch.Â
"He will hate me."
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Gifts
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair
Warnings: Mentions of a taxidermy squirrel
Content: Gift giving, fluff
Summary: Wednesday and Enid arrive back after Winter break with gifts for each other, some more personal than others.
WC: 1593
Winter break had just finished and Enid was excited to go back. She could be away from her family, and see Weems again (who survived the poisoning but had a permanent limp). She also wanted to see Wednesday again as she had a gift for her. They had been texting during the winter break and she was happy about that. Wednesday still wanted to interact with her after all and that was her dream. She didnât know why though and her mom refused to say. Esther actually tried to get Enid to date a worthy boy (who was an alpha each time conveniently). She rejected each one at least. She cited that Ajax was her boyfriend after all. Really, Ajax and Enid were not together. They broke up after a week but it was mutual, with no harsh feelings. Enid was relieved about that as she didnât want to break his heart. That was when he admitted that he was starting to think he had a crush on Kent, and she was happy about that. She supported him after all.Â
Eventually, the car stopped, and she grabbed her bags, leaving her family immediately. She saw the Addamsâ hearse outside of the school and she was happy to know that Wednesday was already back. She rushed towards her room, ignoring the yell of her mother as she was soon skipping into her room, where Wednesdayâs parents were. âOh, hi Mrs and Mr Addams,â she spoke politely, Wednesday sorting out her clothes as her parents set everything else up.Â
âHello dear, how was Winter break? And please, call us Morticia and Gomez,â Morticia spoke with a smile.
âYes ma- I mean Morticia. And winter break went as well as it could. If you donât mind me asking⊠what are you doing helping Wednesday? I thought she hated it,â she asked. âWell⊠since that night, Wednesday hasnât been the best. She is doing well, but she feels phantom pain. We want to thank you for saving our daughter though, how you wolfed out for her and we appreciate it,â Gomez answered, clapping his hand on Enidâs shoulder, who was smiling brightly. âIt is no problem, sheâs one of my best friends. I would do anything for her,â she spoke with a smile.Â
âYou are a good wolf. Do you plan on courting her?â Morticia asked curiously.Â
âHuh?â Enid asked confused. âNo. I donât like her like that⊠I think. Why are you asking?â she added, wanting to know answers admittedly.Â
âWell, when a wolf wolfs out for someone it usually means theyâre soulmates. We have a couple of wolves in our family, so that is why we know if you are wondering,â Gomez spoke with a soft smile. Enid blinked and smiled then.
âMaybe, I donât know if that is fully true though,â she spoke. The Addams accepted that, but Morticia knew how she felt. She had seen visions of Wednesday and Enid being together after all. The three made small talk, and Wednesday soon walked out as her room was mostly done.Â
âThank you, Mother and Father,â she spoke, looking at them. She looked genuine and appreciative. Enid smiled at that.Â
She left the family be, finishing her own room as she hung her clothes up. She hid something in her closet, not wanting Wednesdayâs family to see it. She saw them soon leaving, saying bye to her as she said bye to them as well. âYour parents are nice Willa,â she spoke with a smile when it was just the 2 of them. âWilla?â she responded. âThank you, they⊠are,â she reluctantly admitted, answering about her parent. âThey are still vomit-inducing with their physical affection,â she added, but she had a soft smile on her face. She was looking at Enid too, which made her see the happiness in her eyes. There was also some softness, which was rare.
âI thought I would give you a nickname. Do you like it? And better than mine at least. How was your winter break?â she asked, sitting on Wednesdayâs freshly-made bed, Wednesday joining her as well. âI.. only say it in private, ok?â she asked. Enid nodded to agree. âAnd you can come over to mine for the holidays you know?â she asked. Enid also nodded at that, blushing that she had the pleasure of doing that. âWinter break was ok though, I suffered from phantom pains however so if I seem weird sometimes⊠I apologise,â she spoke. âBut how was yours?â she added, realising she didnâtÂ
âItâs ok. If it helps, I have nightmares over the night. But my winter break was good. My mother tried to get me with some alphas,â she admitted. Wednesday physically growled at that, which shocked the wolf because it was so close to a wolfâs growl. âHowâd you learn to growl like that?â Enid couldn't help but ask. Wednesday smirked.
âI would like to kill your mother if I have consent. But I learnt to growl from my werewolf cousin, I made sure it was perfected before he left,â she responded. Enid nodded and smiled.
âWait here, by the way, I have something for you,â she spoke and skipped over to her cupboard, grabbing the wrapped-up presents. Grabbing it, she skipped back and handed it over to the goth. Wednesday blinked but opened it. There were 2 presents. One was a box, and the other was clearly clothing of some sort. Intrigued by the box, she opened it and that was when she saw what it was. She couldnât help her shock. It was a taxidermied squirrel. âI went and hunted in my wolf form over Winter and I found this squirrel. I thought of you as I killed it. I made sure it was in one piece then I took it to a local taxidermist. I hope it looks ok,â she spoke with a soft smile. Wednesday nodded.
âItâs extraordinary, it is neatly done and well-preserved. Thank you, Enid,â she spoke with a smile, her lips curved upwards. âOpen your other present dummy,â Enid teased with a smile. Wednesday glared but she was still smiling as she grabbed the other one and opened it. Inside was a knitted sweater, black and white. There was one little colour patch of pink. âI hope the pink is ok, I just wanted a little piece to remind you of me,â she admitted. Wednesday smiled.
âI love it, thank you, Enid. You are the best, I will wear it with great pride,â she spoke, putting it on already. Enid was pleased.
That was when Wednesday crouched under her own bed and got out 4 parcels and handed them over. âI got a few things for you too. Admittedly I didnât expect anything from you,â she admitted.
âOf course, I would get you something. Youâre my best friends,â she spoke with a smile. Wednesday nodded then watched Enid open the first one. It was in a box and she didnât know what it was. That was when she opened it and saw it was 6 books and they were all of Holly Jacksonâs. She had talked about getting the A Good Girlâs Guide to Murder series but she never had enough money. There was that set, but there was also The Reapparance Of Rachel Price, Five Survive and Killjoy. All of the Holly Jackson books were there. âOMG, thank you, Willa! I love this,â she spoke and hugged her. Wednesday hugged back and smiled before Enid opened the other parcels. Inside one was a pink leather jacket. It was from Gucci which surprised Enid.
âI hope it is the right size. If not, I can get it,â she spoke. âYou didnât have to get me a branded item,â Enid spoke.Â
âI know. I wanted to,â Wednesday answered. Enid smiled, setting it to the side carefully. That was when she opened the next one, a bat plushie. The next parcel was handmade by Wednesday clearly though. It was another plushie, but it was knitted. She loved it and it was also Enidâs wolf colour too. Wednesday was looking down, hoping Enid loved it. That was when she was tackled into a hug.
She was shocked, holding Enid back as tight as the wolf was. âThank you, I love it,â she spoke, nuzzling into Wednesday slightly. âI am glad. I had my grandmama and motherâs help, it helped with my phantom pain too,â she admitted. Enid smiled.
âYou are the best,â Enid admitted. Wednesday smiled, facing Wednesday who was just inches away from her then. She leaned forward slightly, their foreheads together. Enid was shocked, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She thought Wednesday would have the same too, but she would say spiders. That was when she realised Morticia may have been correct. Enid leaned in more, Wednesday soon kissing her. The both of them kissed gently, Enid smiling as she was blushing, soon holding her.Â
âI think I love you,â Enid spoke. Wednesday raised an eyebrow and smirked.
âI think you do too. I mean, you did kiss me,â Wednesday teased. Enid smiled, kissing her gently again. âSo⊠are we official?â she asked.Â
âOf course we are, can you keep it secret for now though?â Wednesday asked, looking down. Enid nodded and smiled.Â
âOf course. So⊠wanna go on a date tonight?â she asked with a smile. Wednesday nodded.
âThere is a movie we could watch then dinner?â Wednesday offered.
âPerfect,â Enid spoke. She was happy. Maybe she would collect all her stuff from home and move in with the Addams if she couldâŠ
#wednesday addams x enid sinclair#wednesday x enid#enid sinclair x wednesday addams#enid x wednesday#wenclair#wenclair fanfic#wednesday#ratboy writing#ratboy writes
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Wow, I didn't think that post would get me even more hate to be honest đ
First of all, I wasn't talking about ALL Carlos fans but about some "fans" (you can't call them like that, not after the really harsh words I received) who came into my asks when i asked nothing: I never was mean about Carlos, i didn't even defend Charles. I only posted 2-3 things related to this Charlos gate or whatever the fandom is calling it.
Here are some of the posts in questions:
After the first one, I received insults (anons and non anons, I don't know what is worst, that's what I was talking about them being younger and not knowing how the Schumi era and baby Shumi era were, (the non-anos were 17-18) because people misunderstood it (or understood what they wanted to understand).
After one or two more posts after the end of the race, it escalated very quickly, I received death threats! That's very serious! How can it come to this for a FUCKING sport? There are more serious things in life!
So, yeah, I was quite pissed after that.
Also, I didn't even defend Charles in my post, rereading now and I undertand I may have sound like I did but I'm French and I may have translated word by word what i wanted to say (it's a bit complicated but we sometimes use "you" to talk about people + ourserlves in some sketchy expressions). Anyway, what he said was definitely inappropriate and very "childish" in a way. Those words should had been spoken in private with his team and Carlos, not in front of million of people; and I think if FIA penalised swear words, they should start looking at those kind of statements.
Also, for those saying that I would be the kind of person to insult their favorite driver(s), you don't know me, you can even check my blog if you have nothing more interesting to do (lol), I never insulted anyone like some people do in f1blr. We can dislike or even hate a driver with our whole being, that's ok, for each their own I guess. We can't love everyone, you have the right to defend your favs, that's our choice too, but don't go and roast people when they didn't even say something wrong in the first place. (again, i hope those anons are reading it)
I never got haters before today (just one a few months ago with tennisblr but it was more a troll more than anything else) I usually don't interract a lot because I don't like conflicts but receiving multiple insults for something I can't control: I'm not Charles, I can't control what he says, I'm not a Carlos hater neither, i'm just here, blogging and reblogging stuff I love, mostly sports, sometimes with my particular sense of humor.
Nobody is perfect for sure, and I'm sorry if some of you thought I was just calling out Carlos or defending Charles. He may be one of my favourite drivers, just like other drivers can be yours: all of them are not flawless and we may continue to like them or not after different sorts of situations, that's up to us.
To finally finish my thesis (sorry if you're still reading), I didn't know that I would be so stressed on tumblr one day (call me a sensitive person) but this website is my sanctuary, I hope it will stay like that for a very long time but you can't be appreciated by the whole world, I lost some of my mutuals and i accept that. This morning's messages went too far and that's not normal to say thing like that, no matter how peacecul I am, I had to call them out. Also, on my other fandoms, you can share thought without (or almost) getting attacked verbally, that's sad that it's not the same anymore here, but yeah, football is the same.
You can choose to answer or not, I won't block anyone because I don't feel the need to, opinions can be shared but respectfully, I would be happy to talk more if some of you are up to.
So, I don't know what to add, have a great end of the season, everyone!
i don't know if everyone who reblogged or commented can see it when I reblog it so i'm tagging y'all: @midesastremanifiesto , @janesurlife , @gaypoetsblog , @katarf1a , @chaitalinath , @danieldrivesfast , @landhoe-norris , @eightsixtiism
One thing is funny about being insulted by all those Carlos "fans" (won't call them real fans tbh he deserves way better than toxic people): I was already watching F1 that they were not born, if you think that Charles was shitty today, just remember we had Michael Schumacher as the most dramatic queen ever and Sebastian Vettel was a little Gremlin at some points. REAL FANS WERE NOT FIGHTING FOR THAT!
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Itâs Kind Of Diabolical
UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.
The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.
Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.
No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.
Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.
The only reason no one knew was because he didnât play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.
Izuku was an angel on earth.
Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didnât try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.
The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasnât in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.
Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. Heâd never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.
That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.
âWhoâs that talking to Coach Toshinori?â asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.
Katsuki didnât bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. âThatâs Midoriya! Heâs insane.â
Kirishimaâs statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, âYeah, isnât he doing a double major and double minor?â
âThatâs him! Mina told me that heâs already been accepted by every high end medical school heâs applied to,â revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.
Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. âSo, heâs smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?â
âMutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so Iâm surprised you donât,â responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.
Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. âLooks like he just got accepted to another school.â
Katsukiâs gaze was fierce, but he couldnât stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.
Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.
Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadnât realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime heâd be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, heâd hear chatter about the mysterious genius.
All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities heâs worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.
It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasnât Izukuâs personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldnât find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.
The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.
The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. âLook alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!â
Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasnât like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.
âLetâs do this Bakugo!â cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. âShut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?â
Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. âOops, youâre right. Sorry man.â
Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if theyâd be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duoâs good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.
They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. âWhy does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,â noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.
âStop complaining, we are almost finished,â grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.
âEasy for you to say! You havenât talked to one person,â scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.
Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. âNot my problem.â
Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. âNo way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?â
Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. âRecord me.â
The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. Heâd never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.
Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.
Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. âItâs nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.â
Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. âHi Midoriya!â
Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izukuâs eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. âOh! Kirishima, hi! Itâs been so long since weâve last talked!â
âIt really has been! Iâve been so busy with balancing school and football I havenât been going to the parties lately,â sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.
âNonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?â inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.
Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izukuâs body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.
âYes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.â
Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,â Of course. Iâm more than happy to support UA and our football team!â
The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.
Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words ârunning shirtâ on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.
Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.
Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasnât an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the twoâs ogling short. âStart anytime!â
Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. âWhat happened to your leg?â
Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didnât know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.
âI do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,â revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.
Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. âWere you on your knees by any chance?â
âI actually was,â answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasnât too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.
Katsuki didnât falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. âOh. I picked the right guy for the interview,â commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.
With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasnât one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.
He got me, hook, line, and sinker.
âHow is your day going?â asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.
Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. âPretty slowâ
Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. âDo you want me to make it faster?â
Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, âHow would you do that?â
âHow do you want me to do that?â fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.
While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.
âIâm going to have to cut this video short,â half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.
The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsukiâs words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasnât lying about Katsuki being a good person.
It wasnât uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.
The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.
Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izukuâs short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. âDo you ever go out to parties?â
âMaybe sometimes,â admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsukiâs aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasnât just a closeted player.
âDo you ever see frat boys?â questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didnât want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didnât like being in a competition where he could easily lose.
Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didnât think he gave off the impression heâd settle for a frat boy.
Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.
In the end heâd be lying if he said he didnât notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. âI do see some frat boys. I donât go for frat boys though.â
Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldnât just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didnât have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.
With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izukuâs sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasnât enough. âSo, what kind of guys do you go for?â
âLiterally any other kind of guy,â chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsukiâs interests better.
Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. âLike football players?â
The message was direct and Izukuâs face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. âIâve never gone for a football player before butâŠâ
All composure was lost, and Katsukiâs buffer vanished. âDo you like dick?â
That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsukiâs speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. âUh yeah.â
Katsuki couldnât stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasnât enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, âCan I get your number?â
Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. âYeah, I guess you can get my number.â
Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.
Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.
âReally?â
âYeah,â confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.
Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldnât imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.
Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.
Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.
âSorry, I really must go! Iâll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.â
Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.
Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsukiâs voice reached his ears against his will.
âI hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,â sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izukuâs ass-sets.
Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if heâd been betrayed. âBro, I love you⊠but Iâm going to need you to stop talking.â
Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. âNever speak of this to anyone. Letâs grab lunch⊠fuck interviewing anyone else.â
More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.
Katsuki wasnât planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.
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genre: fluff, angst summary: req by @minkilicious warnings: language, toxicity, switches pov, very angsty, mentions food pairing: idol!leehan x fem!reader wc: 1.6k a/n: reposted from my old blog and personally a favorite of mine nets: @blossomnet
You never expected to meet someone like Leehan, he was your perfect match in every way. You met through a mutual friend's get-together, you were instantly drawn to his kind and caring nature, while he was drawn to your drive and ambition. You quickly became inseparable, often alternating hanging out at each other's places.Â
However, as your relationship progressed, you noticed that Leehan could be quite possessive and controlling at times. You brushed it off as his way of showing love and didn't want to cause any conflict between you. You also noticed that he would often become distant and moody, but you attributed it to his stressful job as an idol.
The sunlight peeked through the curtains and landed on your face, gently waking you up from your slumber. As you slowly opened your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the familiar surroundings of Leehan's room.
You stretched your arms above your head, feeling the warmth of the soft sheets against your skin. Leehan was still sound asleep next to you, his unruly hair sticking out in all directions. You couldn't resist running your fingers through it, making him shift and mumble in his sleep.
You took a moment to wake up and you couldn't shake the feeling like something was off. You tried to brush off the feeling and just enjoy your day together. After all, you had planned a romantic picnic in the park. However, as you got ready and headed out, You couldn't shake the strange sensation that had been lingering since you woke up.
As you drove to the park, You noticed Leehan's hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. He seemed more tense and lost in thought, not his usual cheerful self. But when you asked him if anything was bothering him, he just smiled and said he was fine.
You decided to let it go and enjoy your picnic. Yet, throughout the day, You couldn't help but notice more and more changes in Leehan's behavior. He was quieter than usual, and his smile seemed forced. He didn't seem interested in the things you used to love doing together, like taking walks or having deep conversations.
As the sun began to set, you made your way back home. Leehan insisted on cooking dinner, something he rarely did. But even as you sat down to eat, he barely touched his food and kept glancing at his phone. You could feel that something was bothering him, and you couldn't stay silent any longer.
'Hey, Leehan. Can we talk for a minute?' you said, making him look up from his phone.
'What now?' he sighs.
'I just wanted to check in and see if everything is okay. You've been easily irritated all day.' you said trying to figure out your boyfriend.
'Oh my god, you're so nosy. He snaps at you.Â
You snap back at him, eyebrows furrowing. 'I'm just trying to understand what's bothering you.'
'It's none of your damn business, that's what's bothering me! Can't you just leave me alone?' he sighs again, getting irritated at your prying.
'But I care about you and I want to help if something is bothering you. you say voice cracking slightly.
'You wouldn't understand,' he says.
'How can I know if you don't tell me?' you try to reason with him.Â
'Just drop it, okay? I don't need you constantly breathing down my neck.' he said. you take a deep breath trying to keep the tears at bay.
'I'm not trying to be nosy, I just want to make sure everything is okay between us.'
'Everything is fine, okay? Can we just drop it and move on?'
'Leehan, please tell me what's wrong. I won't judge you.' you say wholeheartedly.
'You want to know the truth? I'm fucking sick of you always trying to fix everything. Can't you just let me be in a bad mood without fucking interrogating me every damn time? he says suddenly raising his voice. you jump back in surprise, not used to him raising his voice at you.
"How am I to know you were in a "bad mood" if you don't fucking tell me, I thought we were on the same page when it came to communicating how we feel but apparently not.'
Rolling his eyes he says. 'I can't deal with this right now.'
'You can't deal with this? You? We wouldn't be having this conversation if you knew how to fucking communicate better! you snapped, thoroughly getting tired of his bullshit.Â
He yells back. 'We wouldn't be having this conversation if you would just let me be!'Â
He huffs. 'I'm leaving-' you cut him off.
'No, I'm leaving, I need some space. I don't know what crawled up your ass this morning but before you call or text me your attitude might want to change and if not you can kiss this relationship goodbye. You grab your bag and keys leaving to your place, tears streaming down your face trying to process everything that just went on. You didn't want to cause an argument, but maybe you had pushed him too far. You just hoped that he would come back and talk to you, so you could figure things out.Â
*Leehan's POV*
As I sat alone in my room, staring at the blank walls, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret wash over me. It had been a week since Y/n and I had that huge fight, and she had stormed out of my apartment in tears. I had been so caught up in my own problems and stress that I didn't even notice how much I had been neglecting her.
Y/n had been my girlfriend for 5 months now, and I had always taken her for granted. I never truly appreciated her or showed her how much she meant to me. But now, as I sat here alone, I realized how much I had hurt her with my careless words and actions.
I remembered all the times she had been there for me, through my highs and lows, and how I had never truly reciprocated that love and support. I had been too selfish to see what mattered, and now I was paying the price.
I picked up my keys and drove to her house, hoping she would be there. After a few knocks, almost giving up, she finally opened the door, her voice sounding distant and cold. 'What are you doing here?'
'Y/n, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I know I've been a terrible boyfriend, and I regret every hurtful thing I said to you. I promise to make it up to you and show you how much you mean to me.'
She folds her arms and says 'It's not just about what you said, Leehan. It's about how you've been acting towards me. I thought you were my boyfriend not one of your friends.'
'I am your boyfriend, y/n. I've just been going through some personal stuff and I took it out on you. I know that's not an excuse, but I hope you can forgive me.
Her face softens. I do forgive you, but I need to know that you'll communicate with me whenever you have a bad day or just need to rant about something.
'I promise I will. You mean a lot to me, Y/N, and I don't want to lose you over something stupid like that.' I said, holding her close.
As we stood there, in each other's arms. I knew that I had been given a second chance, a chance to make things right and to show Y/N how much she meant to me.Â
Over the next few weeks, I put in effort to show Y/n how much she meant to me. I planned romantic dates, surprised her with small gifts, and most importantly, I listened to her. I listened to her fears, her dreams, and her thoughts, and I realized how much I had been missing out on.
Slowly but surely, Y/n began to open up to me again. We talked about our fight, and I apologized once more, promising to never take her for granted again.
As I sit here now, with Y/n by my side, I can't help but feel grateful for the fight that brought us closer. It made me realize how much she truly meant to me and how lucky I am to have her in my life.
From that day on, I made a promise to always cherish and appreciate Y/n, and I knew that I would never let her go again.
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Hello!! Can I ask for a personal opinion...? I hope you won't mind too much, I really like your posts and didn't know who else to ask :') It's a really amazing fandom here and I love everyone like real friends, even if I haven't met anyone. Some time ago I shared few personal posts which was just me grumbling about life, and got unfollowed by a mutual I really looked up to :") Then few months later it happened again with another mutual. I know not to take it personally but now every time I post anything, especially if it's personal stories, all I think is that people hate seeing it and I should just shut up deactivate completely. I still follow them and I see them making real friends with others, so it kind of stabs me twice I guess.. And even months later I keep questioning what did I do wrong? Am I that annoying, even online where people can just scroll past? I know it's not that serious and I shouldn't care and no one cares either, but it's been eating me up. Actually I don't think there's anything that can be done, sorry to use your ask box to gush out xD I really wanted to be on anon so no one else can unfollow me :') (also I don't think you know them and we don't speak but I love seeing you on my dash). Yeah I don't know what this was either, also sorry to jump you up with this from an early morning xD (You can delete it too I promise it's completely fine, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable)
hi, anon! i'm finally sitting down and chilling for a couple of hours until my next flight, so i can answer
i think we've all felt that way at one point or another. hell, whenever i make a personal post or vent about something i'm always really scared i'm annoying others. i think it'd be really hurtful if i wrote a personal post and had a mutual/friend unfollow me over it and i'd be overthinking it a lot. while i'm a big believer in curating your online space and i don't think unfollowing/blocking has to be *that* personal, i can't recall ever unfollowing a mutual or a friend because they were venting about their problems. once again, people are free to do whatever and they don't have to justify themselves, but it just sounds really shitty. tbh we're not always in the mood to deal with other people's problems, but if it's just a post you can scroll past, you can... just do that
that being said, i don't think it's a you problem. i mean, obviously i don't know who you are, but just from this ask you seem very sweet. i do think joblr is a very nice place, with very nice people, but it can be hard to get a conversation/friendship started, especially if it seems like everyone else is somehow able to make friends and you're not. suddenly it feels like a big thing you're excluded from and while everyone else is having fun you're left wondering if you can be a part of it. i've felt that way - and i still do sometimes ngl. but i can promise you there's plenty of us around here who love to talk to others and make friends. ofc you don't always click with everyone, but i'm sure there are other joblr users who'd love to befriend you đ
(also thanks for the very kind words! i'm sorry if this is a bit rambly but it's been a long week lol)
#also there's something to be said about looking up to a mutual#i've done that too in the past and i'm def moots with some Very Cool People#but at the end of the day even if it's a big name fan or something of the sort they're just... a fan and a normal person#i'm assuming you look up to them bc you see them as cool or something of the sort lgkjdf but if it's for some other reason than disregard i#anyway anon sorry i took a couple of hours and i'm so sorry you're feeling that way#it's very valid and a shitty situation#but please don't deactivate bc i promise even if we're not moots or don't interact much i love seeing the same usernames pop up in my notes#sending you a big hug#ask#anon
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hey in ur peri animatic: (https://youtu.be/OCqlRuDaXYU?si=K52WDu_vw9rg7chz) that I have been permanently obsessed over since today and have watched about 20 times by now so much that I have drawn & posted stuff based on it what was that partial bug form peri had?
I havenât watched either of the show btw so if itâs explained in the show please tell me plsssss
OK, SO the bug thing is not technically canon to the series. It's based on my own headcanons for fairy biology, but i do have justifications for it!! Fairies have very strong shape-shifting abilities, so it would make sense that the form they show to humans isn't necessarily their true form(not to mention extreme that mimicry is very common in insects). And you want to know the visible traits almost every fairy has in common? Being very small with Insect-like wings.
The fact that their humanoid form isn't their true form in actually confirmed in the show! Cosmo and Wanda are revealed to look like biblically accurate pseudo-angels in the museum episode. (I say pseudo angels because the Flaming Sword of Eden is only debatably sentient and I don't think is considered an angel. Ophanim are also debatably not angels because they don't have wings (sorry for the angel tangent I like angels))
So wouldn't their true forms be angelic then? Well, yes. But I like bugs so. Also I have more headcanons to justify myself. I like to think that they have both a true-true form (incomprehensible to the human brain, probably exists mostly in a dimension invisible to us, that looks how we imagine biblically accurate angels), and a fairy form (which is visible to humans but is naturally very insect like and tends to scare people). So, in order to interact with humans, they have to learn to shapeshift into a humanoid form but will occasionally slip if they get too relaxed/aren't careful, hence the mandibles coming out when he yawns!
The reason they struggle so much more with human forms than the animals or objects they typically turn into is that, well, they aren't trying to convince those animals or objects. The more human they try to look, the harder it is to keep up convincingly. If you turn into a really uncanny squirrel, only other squirrels will notice. If you turn into a really uncanny human, they form a lynch mob and burn you at the stake.
#fop#fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop a new wish#headcanons#ok I think I said everything I wanted to#my brain has so many useless thoughts bouncing around in there#their bright colors would also imply that they are poisonous to eat#my personal theory is that Jorgen is half human idk how else to explain whatever he is. tall. no wings. that or he's something else entirel#maybe he's a higher rank of angel#fairies are definitely a type of angel in this world#but they don't seem to line up with any specific rank as far as I can tell#they behave most like I'd expect a Guardian angel to which could make Jorgen an Archangel or Principality#but Ophanims are in the first sphere of heaven which. uh I don't think it's right#to be clear I'm not even religious im just way too into angels#Uhhhh anyway I guess the moral of the story is that I did that just because I wanted to an because nobody could stop me#Actually Im just thinking about this now#I mostly drew baby poof without bug features to keep his design uncluttered visually#but fairies having naturally very human looking larva would explain how changelings happen#something something evolution. mutualism. those parasite birds. idk#ok im out of thoughts now seriously this time youre free now#speculative biology
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing đŠđŠđŠ riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
#seriously another shout out to my mutuals#id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being#and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting#bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!'#hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over#and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic#sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves đ#okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals#like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful#so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up#than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess#they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds#so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW#okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE#SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES#if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends'#then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context#but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic#and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF#okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this#ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day
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i really dont miss qsmpblr during purgatory. i dont. but theres something to be said for that unique high of posting an okay-ish shitpost after avoiding posting about discourse all day while three of your mutuals get in a vagueposting war and two people unfollow you for some character interpretation. and also at the same time gaining followers for continuing the yuriposting grind through it all. like that was such an energizing feeling. i would not go back but i do hold a special place in my heart for it in a trainwreck way. but theres a reason why qtinya is privated now. some things can be left to rest...đ
#i cant explain why it was a little exciting for me. its not about the discourse..its the everything.#there were some absolute lows with zero excitement to be clear.#purgatory qsmpblr reached some absolute lows. and also a while after it there was not excitement in it for me for reasons. a lot happened.#but in general: there are a lot of fond memories. mostly with mutuals and my own posts and some particularly good shitposts that were made.#this post makes me sound like an angel who stayed out of discourse and didnt vaguepost.#i vagueposted a lot honestly. everytime someone said something about tina or bagi or jaiden or baghera or ironmouse#i would pull up to my blog and reblog the SHE IS NOT HIS DAUGHTER SHE IS NOT HIS SISTER SHE IS NOT HIS MOTHER image#and also start dropping aggressive posts about how we should all reflect on the way we treat the women on qsmp.#it was my most evil time maybe. mostly to myself. now im practicing a posting philosophy called The Ignorerrr#anyone looking at my posts already knows whats up. i dont feel like i need to say much. nobodys in my inbox infantilising ironmouse
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I'm at the painful "confession" scene during the kage summit arc. It really is so emotional, but also... hm.
When I was younger, like 13 or so, I was a big Sakura and Naruto shipper. They were the first pairing I read fanfic for even. And in a way, I do still enjoy the two of them together... but it's moments like these that really drive home the fact that it Doesn't really work in canon. Not the way that it's set up.
As Sakura puts it, "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! That's all you think about!"
She's told that Naruto has feelings for her and decides to use it to convince him to stop going after Sasuke. She does love him, but not in the way she's trying to confess. The love they share is one of comradery, not necessarily romantic. The love of two people who have gone through such pain together, and who have leaned on each other throughout it all. And the fact that she's turning around and saying she loves him "simply like everyone else", now... it's trivializing. And the fact that she's trying to convince him of this, the fact that she thinks she Can convince him of this, is pretty hurtful. They've come a long way from when they were kids, Naruto the goofball vying for her attention while she yelled at him for being stupid. Sakura respects Naruto so much more than before, and Naruto respects her too. So the fact that she's still doing this... She's desperate, really. She thinks the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke home is what's driving him to let himself be hurt over and over and over again in the pursuit and protection of Sasuke.
But she's wrong.
That may be part of it, but it's only part. Naruto wants Sasuke back for himself, too. He let himself be beat up to avoid selling him out. He chases after him with single minded determination. Sasuke is his entire drive to get stronger, to catch up, to bring him home. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke indeed.
As it is, Naruto knows she's lying to herself. And no matter what she says, he will keep going after Sasuke. Because that's just the person that Naruto is.
#speculation nation#fanny watches naruto#i think. naruto and sakura could potentially work out... but probably in a poly kind of situation.#because naruto will never forget about sasuke. and tbh neither will sakura. at least in canon.#of course i think sakura would do well to end up with someone more level headed. like ino.#someone without all the Complications that those two have...#but at the same time. i still do really love the idea of two people supporting one another through thick and thin.#i like naruto and sakura as a pairing of mutual respect. which is why it doesnt truly work as it is in canon.#especially when it comes to things like the 'joke' punches. but that's Everywhere in this anime.#female characters' anger being turned into jokes. theyre 'scary' but its not Actually scary.#naruto taking punch after punch from her for being foolish. yet it's all just a joke.#tbh id want to do away with that trope entirely. sakura has a temper but she's a good person. a kind soul.#i dont like that kishimoto has her being casually abusive with one of her best friends.#yet another part of the misogynistic writing that i hate.#sure enough. as it is in canon it just doesnt work. but ykno what. 13 year old me is still here. and wants to think of a way that it Could.#all things to think about. i wonder if there is any poly fic with the 3 of them. theres Gotta be.#though that brings the question of whether it'd even fit my ideal concept of the 3 of them.#it's certainly not the popular kind of thing lol. most people pick one of the three pairings between them.#but ya kno what. ive always been a multishipper. and poly ships really enable that truth of mine.#maybe i'll look for some poly fic sometime. just to see if theres anyone doing it like id wanna see.#if it's just two guys fighting over one girl or something tho im Outta there.#and ALSO theres something to be said for sasuke and sakura's relationship when they were kids.#there was trust there. confiding. he respected her. & in the end. he thanked her for her care.#cant be Just the two of them tho. for me. bc that erases naruto's significance to them both.#it is perhaps another thing i'll want to write someday. just maybe.
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recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.
If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.
You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?
Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.
#all that to say ask me about the gotham by gaslight superbat friendship I've been thinking about for a LITERAL YEAR...#the original colouring on this was only the sort of ass you can achieve with a blue light filter at 2am#also I can hear you saying âwhy do your warmups usually look better than your final drawings Moose?â#(shh let me imagine I have a huge rapt audience)#well. I have aphantasia which makes it much harder to make things up than to draw from life#however my passion is cartooning. so I'm a little fucked#I also have a disability that sometimes makes me run a temperature when I overexert myself mentally#so drawing cartoons can make me run a literal fever#whereas drawing from life is more abt hand skill than brain skill so it doesn't fuck me up#but that's why I don't draw much anymore lol. Arranging people and items and background on a canvas is excruciating trial and error#but when you already have a pic the photographer has done some of that for you and you just need to collage preexisting images together#and once you have the elements of the picture then it's easy to retroactively construct a balanced tableau#tl:dr creativity is hard and makes CPU explode but editing is easy#that being said if a mutual wants me to draw an animal or something for them & gives me a reference I will drop everything to do it. dm me.#seriously I'm good w anything organic like plants or animals or horrible growths#hell if u do thumbnails I'll draw the full thing. I'll write w you. I fuckin love collaboration.#might be a bad writing partner though cause I'm neurotic as hell#.#I just remembered that Dan Garret was in earth 19 last time it was shown in a comic#no offense to all you dan-heads out there. but I think he should die.#cause I would be. obsessed. With 1890s Chicago cryptid Ted Kord#I think he should be 23 and terrible#the most steampunk guy around. Probably takes cocaine. Still a college student (gettin his fourth degree). Hasn't left his house in a month#not to mention futureboy Booster in his kevlar vest with his iphone named skeets
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billions also comedy gold presenting winston as a scapegoat for abuse culture fans when it's like but hey it can't be actual scapegoating if you Enjoy It or consider it Justified or experience Reassurance from Its Opportunity For A Group Cohesion Substitute For A Cohesion Based On An Inherent Equal Degree Of Belonging, The Absence Of Which Allows For, Encourages, Reinforces, & Rewards Scapegoating
it can't be Bullying if someone's Weird or you Just Don't Personally Like Them or Nobody's Actually Stopping You, Maybe At Least If They Don't See Too Much Of It, Maybe Others Are Supporting It
it can't be Abuse if you're just doing things Normally or are Following Rules or Aren't Feeling Malicious And Aren't Getting Divine Revelations Otherwise and probably it's just that a lot of abnormal people are being whiny &/or unfair &/or the Real malicious ones. kinda just like how that scapegoat is the real person ruining everything and really just forcing you to treat them like this
#might note hardly limited to billions; the series doing bog standard suffocatingly common [Being Normal can't be abusive] replication#nor is their Unaware Replication Of [it can't be ableist if i'm not reacting to ppl who walked up & said Hi I'm Autistic]#well abuse & traumatic treatment can't be Everywhere. like how umm sexism can't be everywhere. neither can white supremacy. ableism. cmon.#oh please not everything can be political. Just Be Normal. which makes it ''apolitical.''#now we all agree abuse can't ever be made palatable; insulated; easy. now ppl doing it never said it wasn't That bad.#if they did they must have been maliciously lying. whereas when i say it can't have been That bad; i mean it :)#and if that person says it was; well they must be lying. or clueless. or a pussy. or scheming to destroy me. Must be. Gotta#& we wouldn't be able to look around & see contexts of imbalance. who's vulnerable. who's life gets smaller. who's supported automatically#who's supported if someone even posits they May have done anything like No; Impossible; now instantly definitely get their ass#you can just go on all day about the ''um i'm just the Realistic Normality vessel'' arguments made boundlessly in bad faith#being like ohh Everyday Interactions / ''Normal'' Semi/Public Situations Can't Be Uncomfortable Imbalanced Dangerous Abusive....#if they are that must be So Rare & created only by Rare Bad Actors with Malicious Mens Rea (itself a great concept to make any act Okay)#something framed as Extreme must be an outlier. could never be part of everyone's everyday life & some much more than others.#could never be what's defined as Normal (associated with Superiority) like how Abuse can't be shit i'd think of as Normal#like how damn if ya don't just wanna kill the autistic coworker and everyone agrees & would clap & cheer if you did And That's Great#you'd have to feel Weird / Abnormal about it! b/c Weirdness & Abnormality is what's bad!#like the autism or the cptsd (the Real abuse can only be: inflicting the existence of a victim's survival skills on Superior Normals)#or whatever else gets pathologized with Polite ABA arguments about how it's not ''social skills'' so hide it or suffer the consequences#winston billions#having that perspective too like oh [our blessed successful conformity] [their barbaric xyz Issues]#if the best you can argue for or against smthing is as Normal or Weird respectively like. no. what's behind that door#the authority figure/s who must be supported lest this all crumble. vs the ruinerrrrrr#billions recognizing winston & tuk the next most shitted on would probably get along & have a mutually supportive friendship#billions also recognizing that mutual support better not be Allowed to get that far. lest this all crumble#like look see we Knew it. we knew the bottom tier ppl who don't really belong in the group who we bully & scapegoat are Always Ruining It.
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