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Money Bags
pairing: sugar relationship!charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: everyone is pretty sure charles has a sugar baby girlfriend — why else would she be posting so many photos of gifts?
a/n: the start of my week of romance! This was requested by a lovely anon and I hope you like it!
a/n2: I don’t know any actual shops or restaurants in Monaco so generic names it is! Please pretend it’s those exclusive places for the rich and famous. I also don’t know what type of Ferrari it is 🤷🏻♀️
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user1: …so it’s definitely charles and his girlfriend right?
↳user2: honestly they might as well as posted their faces
↳user1: Right? Like it’s so obvious
user3: you know you can just write their names? It’s definitely leclerc and his new girl
↳user4: it’s hilarious to me that they think it’s a secret?
↳user3: seriously! It’s been nonstop photos of gifts and trips and fancy dinners since they got together
user5: you mean charles and his gold digger?
↳user6: usually I wouldn’t promote that kind of language but in this case…
↳user7: I agree — she’s gonna drain him dry and move on to someone else to do the same
user8: don’t be coy deuxmoi — just say its the gold digger and charles leclerc…
↳user9: 😂😂
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cl_gossip: shocking absolutely no one — this Valentine’s Day is going to be a bank-braker. This massive bouquet was seen heading into Leclerc’s apartment building
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user10: 😂😂😂 god just keep roasting her
user11: honestly how long does she think it’ll last when she blows his money so fast??
user12: … 😱 …🙄🙄🙄
user13: what a slut honestly.
user14: my money is she moves on to max next…
↳user15: oh same
↳user16: ohh that would be an ideal threesome…
↳user15: seriously?
↳user16: am I wrong?
↳user14: …no I guess not
user17: tagging them though…
↳user18: right? I could never…
↳user17: I hesitate to even comment sometimes and they’re just out here tagging them on a post that’s dragging his girl…
↳cl_gossip: sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
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cl_gossip: continuing with the apparent theme of the day — Charles and y/n were seen Bijouterie Jewelry Store, which is one of the most exclusive jewelry stores in the continent
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user20: wow…a new way to spend Charles’ money
↳user21: Jesus leave them alone
↳user20: we’re just calling it like we see it
↳user21: you’re just being a bitch
user22: oh to have a boyfriend like Charles to spoil you…
↳user23: right? Ignoring everything above — she’s got the jackpot. He’s so attractive, kind, seemingly caring, and rich?
↳user22: I’m so jealous
user24: man I’ve always wanted to go to Bijouterie Jewelry Store…
↳user25: same! I’ve seen pictures but I just know the aura of the place is unmatched
user26: leave the drivers and their personal lives alone challenge FAILED
↳user27: oh thank god I’m not the only one to think that
↳user26: they’re famous yes but we don’t need to know everything about their personal lives — and they have the right to privacy!
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[I don’t even know where to begin with this one…that is a mega yacht —not one of Charles’…][ today is only the best ♥️ | what a lovely lunch with charles_leclerc ♥️♥️♥️]
user28 replied GOLDDIGGER!
user29 replied god leave them alone
user30 replied what a bitchy move
user31 replied Charles please RUN
charles_leclerc replied Mon soleil, aujourd'hui a déjà été le plus beau jour de ma vie...My sunshine, today has already been the best day of my life...
↳yourusername Attendez, car ce n'est pas encore fini! Just you wait then because it's not over yet!
↳charles_leclerc mon soleil…my sunshine
↳yourusername 🥰🥰🥰
francisca.cgomes replied you guys are setting the bar absurdly high…
↳yourusername of course 🥰
↳yourusername but just say the word and we can run away baby
↳francisca.cgomes 🤯🤯🤯
pierregasly replied stop trying to steal my girlfriend
↳yourusername never
↳pierregasly 🙄😑
user32 replied jealousy activated oh my god…
user33 replied i want your life…
user34 replied please post some more photos of Charles queen!
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yourusername: a new car and still a passenger princess 👑
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charles_leclerc: Je ne le ferais pas autrement, mon soleil. I wouldn’t have it any other way, my sunshine
↳yourusername: 😍😍😍
user36: RUN CHARLES
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user37: a whore and a gold digger…
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lilymhe: the prettiest passenger princess ever
↳yourusername: no that’s you!
↳alex_albon: why must you always flirt with our girlfriends?
↳pierregasly: i know
↳francisca.cgomes: 😘
↳yourusername: stop having such babes for girlfriends then? liked by lilymhe, francisca.cgomes
↳alex_albon: 🙄🙄
user38: he bought her a BRAND NEW FERRARI???
↳user39: I’ve never been so jealous of a bitch in my life
user40: ok but is anyone gonna say anything about the FUCKING HUGE ASS pile of gifts?
↳user41: I KNOW! Like damn…
↳yourusername: spoiling is the name of the game girlies…
↳user40: are you guys looking for a third? A maid? A dog? liked by yourusername
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yourusername: a last minute trip with my baby…
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charles_leclerc: ♥️♥️♥️
↳yourusername: my love 🥰
user42: leo!
↳user43: always a good day with a leo leclerc picture liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc
oscarpiastri: have a good trip dad!
↳charles_leclerc: thank you son!
↳yourusername: …yeah no. Thanks though osc! liked by charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri
maxverstappen1: Air Max is still better
↳yourusername: stop being jealous!
↳maxverstappen1: 😑
↳charles_leclerc: mon soleil…
user49: god imagine being so entitled that you demand an expensive trip…
↳yourusername: lol
↳charles_leclerc: 😂
↳user50: ok but what does this mean…
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: Mon soleil, tu as mon cœur et mon âme depuis le jour où je t'ai vu pour la première fois. Je t'aime infiniment, avec ferveur, vraiment. Votre beauté, votre gentillesse, votre générosité sont exceptionnelles. Merci pour cette journée si merveilleuse aujourd'hui. Je n'aurais jamais cru qu'être gâté était si agréable.
My sunshine, you have my heart and soul and have since the day i first saw you. I love you endlessly, fervently, truly. Your beauty, your kindness, your generosity is outstanding. Thank you for such a wonderful day today. I never knew that being spoiled felt so good.
(Also stay mad and stay jealous but mon soleil is not the sugar baby in this relationship ☺️)
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yourusername: Charles my love…
yourusername: you cannot imagine how happy you make me everyday
yourusername: meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me
↳charles_leclerc: Mon soleil…🥹🥰♥️
yourusername: oh and to those judging us? Definitely stay mad and jealous
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A/N: Long awaited smutty piece with a planned sequel. I hope you enjoy, ya filthy animal 💅🎀💖
Summary: It’s the 60s, you’re three weeks behind on a deadline, and your professor, Doctor Reed Richards, makes you face the consequences.
Pairing: Reed Richards x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: College student/teacher relationship, science talk, Reed has powers, dub con, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, implied dacryphilia, dirty talking, sub drop, aftercare, stern Reed 🥵
Word count: 5.7k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62948440/chapters/161199763
Applied Physics
Dr. Reed N. Richards always wears a tweed jacket with elbow patches that show off his broad shoulders and give him an irresistible swagger. He teaches physics at your college part-time - when he is not out saving the world - and he is equally terrifying as he is warm, a combination of traits that you have learned can actually coexist but only after meeting him.
You have been wanting him since he walked into the classroom that morning many months ago, carrying a black leather binder seemingly filled with little to nothing since everything appears to be stored in his brain.
He has standards, you find, and traditional ways of doing things that somehow emphasize his love for the delicacy of science. For instance, he only grades papers with a fountain pen and therefore expects every assignment to be handwritten instead of done on a typewriter which is tedious and difficult for those who don’t possess a steady hand. The scary part of him comes out when he says he simply won’t grade the papers that aren’t turned in as he wants them to be. The warm part shows itself when he later makes a self-deprecating joke about knocking over whiskey during his grading.
The idea of the paper smelling like his cologne or even, if you are lucky, has a stain of his favorite liquor, makes you hand in each assignment whilst the ink is still drying on the paper. Perhaps you will be the first one to receive notes and feedback from him if you turn in your work before its deadline.
You imagine him hunched over a desk, pen barely able to fit in his rough hand. He wears something casual, maybe even has taken off that jacket, scratching his beard and sipping his drink whilst smiling to himself as he reads words that come from your mind. Your mind makes him smile to himself, makes him single you out from the rest of your class because you are special and he knows this. It’s the image you imagine the first time you come whilst thinking about him, shower head between your thighs and legs against the tiled wall in the shared bathroom at the boarding house you reside in.
When you do finally get your first essay back from him, you read all the comments in the margins during your lunch. You lick a drop of juice from an apple away from your lower lip as your eyes skim over a scribbled good or well done, trying to find an excuse to read more into the way he looks at you when you talk during class. You made him laugh once, that must mean something, right? He clearly has your sense of humor, the same ways of applying theory and reasoning.
You know that it is hardly rational what you are doing, projecting all these things onto him when, in reality, you only know of him what you have seen during his lectures and office hours. Yet you have found yourself noticing the way he smiles faintly when you correct one of your fellow students during group work, and it has spurred you on to become even more insufferable to your classmates only to get his attention. His approval too, if you are lucky.
Yet despite all this, here you are with an assignment running three weeks late, your procrastination having reached its limits and your excuses to your professor wearing thin. It’s a challenging state to be in when you’re so used to ranking your popularity with Dr. Richards higher than everyone else on this course. Sure, his attention is nice when it is rooted in praise but you don’t know if the kind that will follow this lecture, the deadline you’d agreed upon for your paper being yesterday, is the kind that will satisfy something in you like the small smiles have.
You keep bouncing your leg beneath your desk as you wait for Dr. Richards to enter the lecture hall with that cool aura about him and let the fast-paced lecture begin. If anyone sees you, they will recognize it as an itching to suck up to him once more but in reality, it is the first time you’ve been in the room with a nervous tic.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” he greets as he finally arrives and you find yourself jolting with nerves at the fact that he is finally here and inevitable doom is just around the corner. It doesn’t make it better that his brown eyes sweep over the crowd in a hurry until he spots you, his gaze full of concentration until he gains eye contact with you for less than a second. You sit up straighter at the way he measures you and the subconscious movement of your leg stills completely. Frustratingly, the man keeps talking as if nothing happened.
After several attempts to regain your composure, you realize that you have completely missed his introduction to today’s lecture and while trying to ignore the thrill that is simmering beneath your anxiety, you scramble to start taking notes. It’s not to show him that you can go back to being his favorite student but rather a necessity to keep yourself from being three weeks further behind.
You power through the lecture even with your fuzzy mind, scribbling things down and making sure to appreciate the privilege it is to be taught by one of the greatest minds to ever live. This is even if he, multiple times, falls into the usual pattern of diving headfirst into multi-layered explanations of different phenomena and concepts, droning on as if none of you and the rest of your classmates exist to him anymore.
You pretend to keep up when he does this but even you must admit that he loses you. However, you know for a fact that it is not out of disinterest that you stop listening but rather your mind focusing on something else when his words become too difficult to follow. Instead, you end up mapping out the length of his gorgeous neck, the beauty spot where his collar ends. It is enough to leave your mouth dry, but not enough to drag your mind off the scolding you’ll get soon.
When the lecture comes to an end, you have psyched yourself enough to stupidly get up and try to follow the rest of the students out. They trickle out hurriedly though and you find yourself at the back of the school of people heading for the door.
“Hold it right there,” Reed’s voice travels through the room and hits you right in the back, making you falter in your step. Your last name rolls off his tongue with the same kind of confidence and composure that you’d tried to conjure up just an hour ago.
“Sir, I was just—“ you rest your hand on the doorknob to signal that you are leaving but you know already that you have lost the fight to exit the room.
You hear it before you see it; the faint and strange rustling of fabric as something wooshes closer. Suddenly, your teacher’s stretched-out arm moves past you like you have seen it do on television and then his hand attached to said arm splays flat on the door. He closes it with a soft click while you hold your breath.
Slowly, it retracts back to normal and you follow it with your eyes by glancing over your shoulder. Time stands still for a moment at the sight because while Reed Richards has stretched his body multiple times in the past, without much thought behind it and much to his students' shock, he never puts anyone in the position to experience it firsthand.
“Sir, I—“
“Come here,” he says quietly.
You grab the strap of your bag tightly and make your way to the desk where he sits. You decide to beat him to his reprimand, talking even if your voice shakes at his disapproving stare, “I’m sorry I missed this week’s deadline.”
“This week? Try the last three,” he calmly corrects you, “You have done your research on force, impact, and energy transfer in non-elastic collisions, have you not?”
“Yes, of course.”
“And you’ve still not turned anything in? Why?”
“I've been overwhelmed with coursework and–” You trail off when he raises a brow. He is still sitting down but even so, you feel like you are shrinking underneath his authority. You find it hard to believe that anything out your mouth right now will be taken seriously when you have let him down three times already but you try to reassure him anyway, “It won’t happen again, I promise,”
“No, it won’t,” he agrees as he pushes himself to stand. He drags the chair away from the table as if he thinks it is in his way, “You’re brighter than most, so I don’t believe I need to remind you what happens if you keep slacking.”
“No, sir, I’m aware.”
“I mean, we’ve already moved way past force dynamics and energy exchange on this year’s curriculum, so you’re wasting my time,” he goes on with an annoyed sigh that tells you he has better things to do, “What am I supposed to do with you?”
“I don’t know, sir,” you stare at the flooring.
“Come closer,” he orders calmly. He lets his gaze flick down to your hand clutching your bag of books, “Take out your book on core concepts.”
You follow his eyes and pull out the right book before gently letting the strap of your bag slide off your shoulder until the bag hits the floor with a soft thud. Something tells you that you’re not leaving anytime soon.
“Place it on the desk and find the pages on Newton’s Laws,” he continues and your heart slams against your ribs at the thought of an impromptu pop quiz instead of a handed-in paper. Yes, you know these pages but in the presence of him, you’re not so sure.
Behind you, Reed has shrugged off his jacket while you were flipping through the book. He folds it neatly and hangs it over the back of the chair he was displeased with a moment ago, making sure not to crease the fabric. Then he reaches for the sleeves of the white shirt that he is wearing and rolls them up to his elbows, revealing the slightly visible veins of his forearms. Your head swims and you subtly press your thighs together, images of what you’d like him to do to you flooding your mind.
“Bend over,” he says suddenly, murmuring it almost as if he knows he shouldn’t have said it.
Your eyes widen and you glance in the door’s direction. There are so many people on the outside of this room right now but the chances of someone walking in are slim since lectures are rarely started at this hour of the afternoon, “I don’t understand?”
“You don’t have to understand anything. I want you to put your palms on either side of the book and bend over,” he elaborates and clearly notices your hesitation, the direction of your eyes. His arm stretches out in front of you again, snaking its way past the rows of chairs until it reaches the door once more. He locks it, the soft click of it mixing with your unsteady breathing, and then he pulls down the curtain in the window at the top.
When the arm smoothly retracts once more, you naturally think it will stop at his side but instead, you feel his palm on the back of your neck. His other hand joins to lay on the small of your back and then he pushes down gently to maneuver you into the position that he wants.
You exhale shakily as you place your hands on the desk, feeling the smooth wood underneath your fingertips as a way to ground yourself in a moment so electric. Your body is way ahead of you, reacting to the anticipation of his next move by making a dull ache settle right between your legs. Your clit throbs, your walls flutter.
“Your paper was supposed to use Newton’s Laws as a foundation, let me make sure you know them properly,” Reed says simply while removing his hand from your lower back. His other hand, the one on the back of your neck, slips down your spine to take the previous one’s spot, leaving fire in its wake, “Recite them.”
You swallow thickly, “Newton’s First Law states that a body at rest—”
Smack.
A loud gasp leaves you at the surprise of Reed’s free hand coming down on your backside, heat spreading out underneath the fabric of your skirt where it has struck you. Your head whips around to stare at him in disbelief at what he has just done, your mouth hanging open in shock.
“Eyes on the book,” he commands sternly, curling his fingers slightly into the hem of your shirt, “Go on. Newton’s First Law.”
You count three whole breaths before you will yourself to face forward again, looking down at the text in front of you and trying to regain your ability to read. You swallow the lump in your throat, the letters jumbled on the page, “Uhh…”
“Concentrate,” he adds and gives you another blow, one that makes you jolt forward on the desk and send the book almost over the edge. You frantically reach for it, noticing the way your heart leaps into your throat when you consider what would have happened if it had fallen off.
You drag the book back down and try to act cool but your voice tells on you as you start to read out loud, “A-a body at rest stays at rest, and a body in motion stays in motion—”
He spanks you again and elicits another gasp but you seem to have expected it since you don’t go flying forward. This is even if his palm leaves behind a much more painful sting this time and makes your toes curl in your shoes.
“Until…” He sounds impatient.
You act immediately like a dog who is learning about action and consequences, “Until acted upon by an external force.”
“Good girl,” he praises and you don’t know why the softness of his voice makes you tear up. His broad palm traces over the spot that is warming up already and you make a show out of sighing with content.
However, the soothing touch is short-lived and you start struggling just slightly as Reed’s hand descends until he can grab the hem of your pencil skirt and roughly tug it up. He settles it just above the plumpness of your ass, swatting you to make you focus and stop squirming.
“I’m not going to fuck you so stop moving around,” he scolds and surprises you with yet another smack. It feels different now that each slap is skin-on-skin contact, sounds different too as the noise echoes through the empty lecture hall. You whine in slight disappointment, even if you have inappropriately imagined his cock in you during circumstances so different so many times.
“Second Law,” he murmurs, occupied briefly by the bruise forming on your cheek and scraping his nails across it.
“W-what?” You let out a whimper, your thighs pressing together to soothe your pulsing clit. In theory, you know what he has said but it just isn’t registering since your mind is occupied by you knowing exactly what you will be doing back home if he won’t touch you. In fact, a thrill goes through you at the thought of another blow to recall in your bed with your hand stuffed into your underwear.
“Newton’s Second Law,” he repeats with a smaller swat following. You suck in a breath to calm yourself.
“Newton’s Second Law states that the net force on an object is equal to its mass times its acceleration,” you say somewhat confidently, a sense of calm settling over you as you finally feel like you are getting a handle on the situation.
“Apply it to the situation you’re in right now,” he tests you. You feel your face grow hot and hesitation seizes you for a second. It takes a moment too long for him and a much sharper smack lands right on the jiggliest part of your ass, the sharpness of the pain making you moan for the first time and the noise of the blow bouncing off the walls. You almost even swear in your professor’s presence, and you would have if it weren’t for the way tears in your eyes take off the edge.
“You’ll get one more if you don’t open your mouth soon,” he adds. You’re just about to speak, about to follow orders, when he takes a step closer and presses his cock into your hip. You freeze at the size of him, a sound that can only be described as pathetic leaving you. Reed huffs out a chuckle and smacks you once more albeit slightly less maliciously.
“Y–you’re applying a force to me. Your hand is the mass and the acceleration is essentially the swing of your arm. The shorter the time and the greater the velocity of the impact, the bigger the force I feel,” you try not to hiccup through the whole explanation but the words take a longer time to come to you and your backside is hypersensitive, warm, and sore. Your pulse rings in your ears too, and you swear you can almost taste the adrenaline in your mouth from how it is coursing through your body. It might just be salt from your tears though which you realize will simply give you an excuse as to why you stayed behind after class. If you really try, you might be able to conjure up an act of a student who got some terrible feedback.
“Still with me?” You hear him ask, feel him soothe your burning flesh. You wonder if his palm is imprinted on your cheek.
“Yes, sir,” you mumble with a sniffle, your palms sticking to the desk from how clammy they have become.
“Speak up,” he corrects you and his palm leaves you long enough for you to start anticipating another strike. No hands on your body makes it harder to abstain from feeling his hard cock resting against your hip, the heaviness of it making you even wetter and oh God, aching to be filled.
“Yes, sir,” you enunciate without coming off as bratty. The next strike doesn’t come and relief washes over you, allowing you to relish in the cool air brushing your tingling and bruised skin.
“Last but not least. Newton’s Third Law?”
“F-for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” you say and rest your forehead on the book that has absorbed a few teardrops, He doesn't give you praise or a soothing touch. It bewilders you, makes you question if your scatterbrained state has accidentally made you say something that is wrong. You go quiet except for your rapid breathing as you go over your answer in your head but nothing comes to mi–
The sudden smack instantly makes you realize where you went wrong, landing across the exact spot that’s already stinging and causing you to hiss and whine through your teeth. Quickly, you scramble to relate Newton to what Reed is doing to you, “If… if you strike me, my body exerts a force back on your hand.”
“Mhm, good,” he hums while your head swims, “And I bet you’re feeling that force right now.”
“It hurts,” you whimper feebly and turn your head to the side. Yes, it’s the truth but your body can’t tell if it’s supposed to register this as pain or pleasure, the sensations overlapping intensely.
“That’s part of the lesson,” Reed’s hand returns in a gentle touch, his large palm settling carefully over the same spot he has just mercilessly spanked, “Why does it hurt?”
You wish he’d move his hand down between your legs and make you come when he realizes how soaked-through your panties are, “B-because when you spank me your hand transfers kinetic energy into my skin. The force and the friction cause heat to build. The tissues and blood vessels react, and it—”
“Gives you that glow. Precisely,” he finishes your sentence and curls his hand around your hip firmly. He sounds enthralled by his work, “And I respond with arousal, meaning it makes me so goddamn hard. Now, hold still. These last three are for the three missed deadlines.”
You know he means business when his finger slips underneath the waistband of your panties. He pulls them down just enough to settle them underneath the globes of your ass without exposing your needy cunt, the elastic of them digging slightly into sore skin. His other hand lifts and you brace yourself even if you know that any human can suffer through even uncontrollable pain if they know there’s an end to it.
The first of three strikes lands right on the curve of your backside, harder than any of the several ones before it and making your entire body seize up. He isn’t playing around this time, your skin immediately blooming with newfound heat and fiery pain. It makes you moan out loud and squeeze your eyes shut until fireworks go off behind your eyelids.
“Count,” he says calmly.
“O-one,” you manage to say in a voice that makes it sound like an apology instead.
The second one makes it feel like there’s a clap of thunder going through your bones. You jolt forward on the desk enough to finally send the damn book flying off the edge to the floor. Reed tightens his grip on your hip to steady you, dragging you back to him again as if to remind you that despite everything he’s got you.
“Two,” you say shakily, “I’m sorry, Professor Richards.”
He rubs the spot to soothe your burning flesh and by now, a part of you wants to crawl into his lap and be held. He coos softly at you and gently squeezes the roundness of your ass, making you bite down on your bottom lip and exhale a needy whine through your nose.
“No need to bring me apologies,” he tells you, “We’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson. Last one.”
He lets you wait for the final smack, but when his hand lands on your skin, a sharp cry rips from your throat. Tears start flowing freely from your eyes now - even if you’re still not fully crying as emotions have not caught up with you yet - but it’s not solely from the pain, but also from the swirl of adrenaline and arousal that tightens below your belly button. You wonder if you should reach up to wipe your eyes but you can’t make yourself let go of the desk underneath you, clutching it in an iron grip because of how wobbly your legs are.
“Three,” you hiccup as Reed loosens his grip on you. You feel the ache of your behind with every heartbeat and want to sob now that it is over. You’re hyper-aware of what is happening in your body which is the adrenaline starting to crash, and the emotions, coming in like a wave, are just about to overwhelm you when—
“Sit up on the desk for me,” Reed says gently.
“But the book,” you glance toward the textbook that you sent flying not long ago. It is a silly thing to cling onto but there’s an emotional wavering in your voice as you say it which Reed seems to catch onto.
“Leave it,” he murmurs, an order but not like the previous ones, “Sit. I need to make sure you’re alright.”
The task seems impossible. You barely manage to push yourself fully upright, your shaking legs nearly not able to hold you up, and when you turn around to lift yourself onto the desk, you feel the edge dig into your sore behind in a way that forces a hiss out of you. A tear that you have no control over rolls slowly down your cheek.
“Easy,” Reed is beside you, catching onto your motive when you get ready to jump up onto the surface in a hurry due to his earlier lack of patience. He has previously had a hovering hand nearby but now, he grabs a hold of you to still you, “Do it carefully.”
When you’re finally perched on the desk, you’re not sure if the calming cool sensation of the wood beneath your thighs outweighs the pressure against your smarting skin. What you are sure of though is the storm of emotions inside your chest, a raging one made up of an overwhelming mix of new pain, embarrassment, and vulnerability, all of which makes your heart feel too big for your rib cage.
“I’m okay,” you lie but you hear yourself and know it isn’t very convincing. He gives you a raised eyebrow.
“Seems like you’re experiencing what is known as a drop. Come on, deep breaths,” he guides you gently when he spots the way your bottom lip wobbles, “If you have to cry, let it out. No one’s going to see you.”
From his words, you realize that your breathing has become unsteady and hitched in very little time. Your shoulders shake and your chest has a ball of unleashed feelings in it that nearly makes you feel sick. It unravels when the tears that you hoped would subside resurface at the permission to let them flow. You feel them brimming at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” you say shakily when they finally spill over even if the tension in your torso slowly ebbs away as you let go.
“You’re alright. Just breathe for me,” he says softly. He brings his hands to your thighs and rubs them in an attempt to soothe and ground you, “Slow and steady in through the nose and out the mouth. Right now, you don’t have to do anything but calm down, and then I can take a look at you.”
The room around you seems distant as you try to breathe more steadily but you’re lightheaded, feeling almost as if you’re wrapped in a woolen, fuzzy blanket that blocks everything out besides him. You aren’t sure if it is the adrenaline crash anymore or the way that your whole body is so tightly wound for pleasure that won’t come but you crave his touch, crave him taking care of you.
“You’re okay,” he says over and over, drowning out the static in your ears, “No more crying, sweet angel. I’d rather not see you leave here like this.”
The nickname makes you snap out of it. Angel? Did he just call you an angel? Your tears go on hold when you continuously blink up at him from your seat on the desk, pawing at his chest without knowing what to do with all your longing. He makes you feel all the things you have felt since you met him all at once now, a dizzying flurry of thoughts and feelings.
“That’s better,” he smiles genuinely for the first time and you melt right then and there. He looks so damn handsome when he does it that you go ridiculously doe-eyed at the sight.
“Thank you,” you mumble while playing with the buttons on his white shirt. The butterflies in your belly have nearly made the pulsing ache of your backside disappear.
“Stand up,” he says and removes your hands from his chest which you probably make a much bigger deal out of than him, “I need to take a look at you.”
You stand on wobbly legs. Slowly and carefully, he skims his fingers over the inflamed skin and notes out loud that it is warm. It’s not a soothing caress for the sake of tenderness, but rather a deliberate check-in to take note of how much damage he’s done. He works methodically, like a man who daily works with scientific research and experiments, going over each part of you while humming at his discoveries.
“Right. Cool compress when you get home for the swelling, ten-fifteen minutes on and off. Frozen peas will do,” he instructs in the exact same tone as when he gives out science homework, “The skin is still intact but you’ll be sore if you don’t treat yourself with a little kindness. Lotion if it is too much to bear and loose clothing. Not a pencil skirt like this one, we clear?”
You nod with the hint of a pout.
“And,” he adds and grabs lightly at your chin, his tone suddenly playful, “Try not to miss any more deadlines.”
It’s a joke, you realize, something to lighten the atmosphere in the lecture hall and you barely register it from the way his fingers hold your head in place. Despite your watery eyes and racing heartbeat, you huff out a little laugh.
“There we go,” he coos at the sound of your chuckle, “Not so gloomy anymore.”
With gentle hands, he reaches just below your hips to pull your underwear up over the curve of your ass again, careful not to let the waistband tug at the sensitive skin. He does the same with your skirt, tugging the hem down over your thighs until you look decent once more.
Your lips part slightly as your eyes slide up to look at his face, feeling dumbstruck by his brown intelligent eyes and his aquiline nose straight out of the statues from Ancient Rome. You admire the column of his neck, the mentioned beauty mark just above his collar, and the dip that you want to kiss.
After a moment, you realize that you have gone quiet and when you look back at his eyes, you are dizzyingly meeting his suddenly intense gaze. It is as if he has calculated that you are back with him, lingering with desire albeit still a little shaken by your tears. His eyes are burning into yours and you can feel the restraint behind them. It is as if you can sense the electricity in the air, the warmth that prickles in your cheeks, and the heat that radiates from him.
Without a word, he reaches to tuck your shirt into your skirt until it hugs your figure tightly, a fashion choice different from how you had arrived in his classroom earlier. The dominance of styling your clothes as he prefers it makes you press your thighs together, the dull ache returning between your legs.
“I’ve noticed, seen it all. That’s why I did it,” he says cryptically as he stuffs your shirt down at the back, fingertips brushing the dip of your spine until heat racks up it.
“Noticed what?” You ask foolishly but had you stopped to think, you would have figured it out already.
“All the energy you’ve put into getting me to notice you and getting my undivided attention. Congratulations, you’ve finally got it,” he clarifies and lets both his hands rest on the small of your back for the briefest of moments. When he lets go of you, you follow his touch by leaning in to close the distance with a kiss.
He places a hand on your chest, holding you back just when you are pressing the ghost of a kiss to his lips. He has given you so much by now. Why not this? A ball of frustration settles in your chest and comes out as a little whine of impatience, “Why can’t we?”
He doesn’t pull away, simply speaks less than an inch from your face so you can feel his breath on your mouth, “Because you need to learn restraint, sweet angel. I can’t have you missing your deadlines three weeks in a row - or at all really - due to some little crush.”
You want to defend yourself, say that it has nothing to do with him but deep down, you know it would be a lie straight to his face. So instead, you swallow thickly, “I want you. I’ve wanted you since I saw you.”
“And you will have me,” he kisses you so softly that you want to sink to your knees, “Just not until I say so, and certainly not before you’ve been a good girl and turned in that paper.”
“Sir,” you try one last time.
“I’ll teach you to be patient, to have restraint,” he tells you and makes you realize your attempt was to no avail, “Whether you like it or not.”
You give in, buzzing with the need for more, “I can turn my paper in on Monday. Would that suffice?”
“I’ll hold you to that, but no late nights and last-minute scrambling. If I find you’ve rushed through it…” he lets the sentence drift off, letting your imagination figure out the consequence, “And it best be your best work yet.”
“Yes, sir,” you reluctantly pull back when nothing seems to work, “Whatever you want.”
“Hand it to me during office hours before class,” he instructs to which you nod.
“But what now?” You ask with a tiny impatient noise, letting him know just how much you’ve got against his reluctance to touch you.
His hand flexes by his side, “Now you go home. You lock your door and you touch that pretty thing between your thighs just how you like it most. I want you to come for me until you’re hoarse. Three times for three weeks but no more than that, not until we see each other again.”
It is Wednesday and you won’t see him until Monday. How on Earth are you going to survive on only three orgasms after this? Your mind races with protests but you don’t get to voice your concern about the limit he has set because he has already stepped back to pick up his jacket from his desk chair.
You decide to circle the table to pick up your book and stuff it into your bag. Behind you, Reed’s eyes are definitely on you as you lean forward with a hand on the desk. He is fixing the cuffs of his sleeves and putting on his tweed jacket, trying to come off as if letting you have a private moment to compose yourself.
“Monday,” he reminds you when you stand upright again. His arm stretches out between the rows of chairs and tables once more so he can unlock the door for you.
“Yes, sir,” you answer obediently.
You swing your bag over your shoulder and then you leave.
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I'm actually not going to let this go until Gerry is at least as widely ridiculed as Human Pet Guy. That guy still didn't do anything half as disturbed as this fucking loser, let me pull up my favorites again:
Gerry messaging me from an alt pretending not to be an alt
Gerry claiming again that it's antisemitic of me to say the IDF are bad guys who do not represent the entire Jewish population. This is not, in fact, the same as saying they're "not jews anymore." Also bragging about supposedly baiting and sealioning me into saying whatever they believe I said wrong. I guess the stupid ass hell thing????
Calling me a "blorbo" like I'm a fictional character rather than a human. Also, I went and got the original hell comment to double check it:
.....This doesn't even say the IDF should go to hell. It says I hope people "excusing" the IDF's actions should go to hell, I just typoe'd it as "excising." I guess Gerry successfully gaslit me, since I fully believed I had said specifically "the IDF go to hell." Thanks!
Gerry accusing me of "lumping them in as pro genocide" in response to a comment in which I specifically state I do not see them that way. How else am I supposed to read them NOW, though? Because I defined that as "someone who thinks kids deserve bombs dropped on them," and Gerry's response is "how dare you say that about me......???????" What?? Not once do they ever simply say "no one deserves their town to be bombed" or anything like that. They absolutely refuse, because they do in fact believe that it's okay to bomb a whole community if some of that community might hypothetically be "hamas." They do in fact think it's acceptable that people who never hurt anyone else should die that way for some sort of greater good, or that only hamas can be blamed for those deaths by "forcing the hand" of the ones with those bombs.
Gerry admitting the IDF bombs, loots and tortures, even though most comments they call antisemitic are calling out just that very behavior. Gerry to my knowledge has never willingly blamed anything negative on the IDF since this comment and continues to attack people who do.
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Gerry admitting the honest core of their beliefs and behavior. This isn't really about me, though. I mean, part of it is, I can definitely be vindictive. But I mostly ignored this asshole for the past year until the doxx comment, and now I'm getting more messages than ever from people who feel actually hurt and terrorized by this motherfucker. I've suffered ZERO fallout from their attacks, I am evidently too big I guess, but there are people who change their username to hide from this piece of shit, even fucking minors who dared to say "free palestine" once. Then there's @stoptheantisemitism, who is NOT gerry, but is impersonated by gerry's alt account @spottheantisemitism and other alt accounts, @stop-the-antisemitism and of course @stop--the--antisemitism in this very thread. Creating so many variants is a deliberate attempt to make it as hard as possible for casual rebloggers to remember which one is the real person. I mean, two alts only add dashes to the same username, and the other only moves one letter "p." I have no idea how tumblr staff can rationalize that as okay. But, again, if there's a guy who can't show his face without human pet jokes because he was just generally creepy, or everyone remembers sixpenceee's family having slaves, why can a user devote this much of their miserable life to "baiting and sealioning" people from multiple accounts and still have a usable blog left? ONE LAST THING!!!!!!!
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In the notes on this very post, gerry is so bent on finding people to call out and slander they tried to find "misogyny" in a comment saying that women like studying bugs????????
Gerrysherry, the user who tells people I'm antisemitic because I think IDF soldiers are killing innocent civilians (rather than framed by some kind of Hamas conspiracy), believes my real name was a secret that I only just now accidentally revealed rather than the default way I've signed all my web content since the 1990's. Also believes that I have an employer, that "telling my parents" would affect a grown man, that my hippie mom would disagree with me anyway, and that the hatemail they got last year was all me rather than the natural and inevitable fallout of the supremely fucked up shit they say about the victims of a mass murder. Apparently would gleefully leap at any hypothetical chance at "doxxing" me though. Good to know. Literally wishes they could ruin my real actual life because I don't think Netanyahu is a hero.
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König who only shows affection in private, too scared his teammates would tease him about it.
König who still hasn't showed you his face, too scared you'll leave him like everyone else did.
König who sleeps like a baby when you're with him, you're the only one he feels safe around.
König who gets you anything and everything because you're his whole world and he'd do anything for you.
König who barely lifts his mask when you kiss him, too scared you'd see what's underneath.
König who would instantly choose you over anyone else in his life, you're the only one who genuinely cares for him.
König who's so proud of everything you've done, even if you don't feel the same about it.
König who wants you and only you, nobody compares to anything you have.
König who can't stand to see you upset, you deserve the whole world and more.
"what's the matter, liebling?" he'd ask as you sobbed in his arms. "no one can hurt you now, I'm here."
König who hates arguments, so if you're mad at him he'd stay silent, the only thing leaving his mouth being apologies, even if he's not sure what he's done.
“mein liebe, I’m not sure what I did to make you feel this way.. saying that probably makes you even more annoyed.. but just know that I’m truly sorry for whatever it is that I’ve done. I hope you can tell me why you’re upset, I love you more than anything and would do anything to make up for this…”
König who doesn't care how bad of a person you are or used to be, all he cares about is having you as his lover.
König who could sit and listen to you talk for hours, makes him all giddy inside hearing your pretty voice talk about anything and everything.
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sheltered! art x flirty reader pt iii
the third time he saw you, art couldn’t decide between happy and horrified. he’d been doing his best to stay focused on his studies, his faith, and his training; on anything but you. his thoughts drifted, sure, but for the most part he thought he was doing pretty well. an entire week passed, and he managed to avoid you on campus, ignoring his fleeting thoughts of wishing to see you, even for just a moment.
he knew, in the back of his mind, that attending his teammates birthday party was a mistake. he knew you were in the same social circle, that you’d probably be there, all gorgeous and flirty and drunk and- it was just best if he didn’t see you.
he told himself he wasn’t taking extra care in his appearance for you; he just wanted to look good, that’s all. a birthday party is a big deal. so he got dressed in a button up and jeans, made sure his hair was perfect and his cologne wasn’t too strong, and tried to keep his head high as he entered the already too loud party.
almost immediately, his eyes fell to you. everyone’s did, though, he couldn’t blame himself. you were a vision of pink and silver shimmer, your hair falling down the dangerously low back of your dress. his breath quickened, his mind racing with excuses on how to get out of here before you noticed- and then, your sharp eyes were on his, a dangerous little smile on your glossy lips.
“donaldson!” your voice carried over the music like a melody, like some sort of siren call crafted just for him, rendering him helpless, “cmere!” and he practically floated to your side, a nervous smile on his lip, “uh, hi, hey. i didn’t know you’d be here,” he managed, biting the inside of his cheek and hoping he didn’t think too stupid.
“course id be here,” you grinned, “what’re you drinkin? i can get you a refill,” he shook his head, “no, i don’t drink, i can just get a water,” “you don’t drink?” you laughed, like it was the most insane thing in the world, “cmon, artie. come with me,”
so he followed you to the kitchen, let you pour him a cup of stale beer even though he knew it was wrong, it was stupid, it was a sin. “it’s cheap shit, but it’s fine,” you sounded almost apologetic as he sniffed it, trying to keep his nose from scrunching, taking a shy sip. “you look pretty,” he said after a moment, choking down the beer with what he hoped was only a slight grimace.
“you too,” you smiled, and for just a brief second, it seemed real. not like that fake, mocking smile you gave everyone else. in a flash, though, it was gone, replaced by the coyness you showed the rest of the world, “nice shirt. green looks good on you,” you trailed your fingers over the collar of his shirt, and he almost lost it right there in the crowded kitchen, his head swimming. ��my grandma got it for me,” his cheeks flushed, acutely aware that was not the right thing to say, but you didn’t seem to mind.
“cute,” you just smiled, “here, finish that and i’ll make you another, kay?” he shook his head, already regretting the first round, “no, i really can’t, i’m sorry,” he rambled, “i have class tomorrow and i don’t drink anyway and-“ “don’t worry about it,” you rested a hand on his shoulder, “it’s fine, artie. we’ll have fun anyway, yeah? you can just watch me drink,” you teased. and oh, he did watch you. all night, you practically dragged him around the party, inches from you at all times.
he watched you laugh, watched you dance, watched you drink and smoke and all the things he’d always be too afraid to do. he watched you in rare moments of your true form as you interacted with your girl friends, watched you shut down the guys that tried to dance too close to you. he watched so intently he felt like he had learned who you really were in just a few short hours, like he’d cracked some sort of code he must have missed before.
at 11, he debated leaving without even saying goodbye, just leaving you to your dancing and talking. but as he turned to leave, you were calling his name, a little pout on your lips that sent him reeling. “i’ll walk you home,” you offered, and he took note of your heels in your hand, your bare feet on the floor. “no, that’s alright,” he smiled slightly, “thank you, though. that’s kind of you,”
“let me,” you pressed, “at least let me walk you out, art,” so he did, of course, like he did everything else you asked of him. you walked with him to his dorm, and when you asked to come in, he let you do that, too. even when his head was screaming at him to stop, that this wouldn’t end well, that temptation was the gateway to sin.
you just looked so fucking pretty, sitting there on his bed, your heels tossed in the floor and the skirt of your dress on his comforter. he wished he could memorize the moment, bottle it up and save it for when this night ended. surely you’d never be back there, he told himself, this was just one time. a lapse in judgment, on both your parts.
but then he was sitting beside you, and your perfume was so sweet, and your words were even sweeter when you asked him about his hometown and his family and the pictures on his bookcase. you sounded like you really cared, like you thought he was interesting. you, of all people.
“you can relax,” you told him, and his heart nearly stopped as you pressed your leg to his, scooting closer on his bed, “jesus, you’re so tense. i’m not gonna bite you, yknow. not unless you like that,” you winked again, and his cheeks were flushed, his mind working overtime to form words that just wouldn’t come.
“you shouldn’t be in here,” he finally blurted out, his eyes wide with fear of the way it sounded, like he didn’t want you there when that could not be further from the truth, “sorry- that came out wrong. i just- i can’t be with anyone, and you’re in my room and it’s late-“
“you can’t be with anyone?” you repeated, a laugh on your lips, “why not, hm? is the devil gonna getcha if you slip up?” and then your hand was back on his necklace like all those days before, touching it, burning into his skin, “live a little, art,”
and then you were kissing him, and oh god, oh god, oh god. it was heaven and hell and a mistake and bliss and burning and soothing and everything he’d been too afraid to admit he’d ever wanted. you tasted like vodka and cotton candy and sacrilege and he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t hold back the sounds leaving him from the simple act of your kiss, couldn’t stop his hands from wandering and fuck, you were so warm and so soft and he could’ve died right there when you climbed into his lap, kissing him dizzy, tipping his jaw open with your fingers and dipping your tongue into his mouth.
he would’ve let you do anything in that moment, would’ve let you ruin the path he’d been on for so many years, would’ve let you dismantle all his plans and his faith and anything you wanted if you just kept grinding against him, kept kissing him so sweetly, so dangerously.
and then you sank to your knees off the bed, your hands pulling at his belt and your eyes shining as you blinked up at him, a sultry little smile on your swollen lips. “you’re so hard,” you hummed, sounding content as you pulled down his jeans, “has a girl ever touched you like this, hm?”
“no,” it came out like a whine, his hips bucking into your hand as you ghosted your fingers over his cock, “jesus- no, no one has,” you made a little noise, like you were pleased, and your eyes widened as you pulled down his boxers, taking him into your hand. “this is so- oh, this is so bad,” he hissed in half-pleasure, half-anguish as you pumped him slowly, your lips parting. “why’s it bad?” you asked, so innocently, so sweet, “just making you feel good, art. that’s all,”
“a sin,” he panted, eyes screwed shut, knowing full well if he looked at you he’d finish right there, just from your hand, “this is- sex before marriage is a sin and,” he trailed off, fucking into your hand despite himself, a little whine leaving his throat.
“oh, no,” you tsked, and when he dared to open his eyes, you were pouting up at him, “it’s okay, art. i’ll be good, yeah? i’ll make up for it,” he didn’t have time to question how before your tongue was on him, licking at the tip like a lollipop, and his eyes rolled back, his hands fisted in his sheets.
“forgive me father, for i have sinned,” you murmured, and he choked out a moan as you took him into your mouth fully, so warm and wet and close- fuck, he was so close. you pulled away with a pop!, “holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners,” and then his cock was down your throat, and you were humming around him and he was so fucking close- his hands were in your hair before he could think to stop himself, his hips bucking into your mouth, your name leaving his lips between moans and pleas.
he didn’t know what he was asking for, exactly. forgiveness, release, for you to slow down so this never stopped, but for you to make him cum down your throat like he’d imagined so many times before. one hand was in your hair, the other clutching his sheets as he came, panting and moaning and whining he opened his eyes in just enough time to see you licking your lips clean, wiping your chin with a grin, sucking your thumb into your mouth.
you leaned down, kissing him until all he could taste was salt and sweat and you, god, you, and then you were gone, his lips still hot. “amen,” you whispered against his ear, gathering your heels and pausing at the door, “see you around, art,”
and then, for the second time, you were gone. he looked down, and nearly fainted when he saw what was left in his floor. your pink lacy panties, complete with a little wet patch, bundled up just for him.
“forgive me father,” he mumbled to himself, picking up the lace and tucking it into his nightstand, not even bothering to clean himself up before curling up and drifting off, his mind busy with thoughts of you.
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this is my first time request but i was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut oneshot on reader and lee know being in the same friend group but reader starts messaging him to get to know him once they realise they have a crush on him. he eventually finds out that they have a crush and keeps prodding to find out clues as to who it could be but then reader doesn’t give in so easily. you can give it whatever kind of ending…
so obvious, so clueless
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lee know x fem!reader. fluff
word count: 3.3k
a.n: tysm for the request! i loved writing this.
a.n 2: english is not my first language. check my masterlist
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Lee Know and you had always been part of the same friend group, and making plans one-on-one with any of them was never a problem… except when it came to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea; it was just that your relationship with him wasn’t as strong as it was with the others.
One night, all your friends got too drunk, except for you and Lee Know. With nothing else to do, the two of you started talking, and to your surprise, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You felt comfortable with him in a way you never had before. At one point, he let out a bright, genuine laugh, his smile practically lighting up the room. You had seen him smile before, but somehow, this time, it felt different, like you were seeing it for the first time. It was the prettiest smile you had ever seen. Before you knew it, you found yourself searching for the best jokes just to make him smile again. You weren’t sure why.
Days passed, yet that moment lingered in your mind, how easy it was to talk to him, how comfortable you felt, and… how handsome he was. You started stalking him on Instagram more often, to the point where you practically had his pictures memorized. Each time you saw his face, your heart raced, and that’s when it hit you. You had a crush on him.
You tried to ignore it, pushing the feelings away whenever they surfaced. What if it ruined your friendship? Worse… what if it affected the whole group? Some nights, when you couldn’t sleep, your mind wandered to the possibilities. If you two started dating and it didn’t work out… would everything fall apart? You didn’t want to be the reason your group broke up.
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A week later, you wanted to talk to him so badly that you couldn’t help but send him a message, ignoring all your second thoughts. You opened his chat, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes of overthinking, you decided to keep it simple.
“Heyy.”
Lee Know replied half an hour later, asking how your day had been. And just like that, the conversation started flowing, just like it had that night. He told you about his cats and even sent you a few pictures of them. They were adorable.
“They took their cuteness after their owner,” you typed without thinking twice.
The moment you hit send, you froze. Your eyes widened as realization hit… you had just sent him a pick up line with him. Unintentionally.
You gasped, heart pounding, suddenly regretting your words. But then, his reply popped up.
A single laughing emoji.
You sighed in relief when you saw that he hadn’t taken it as a serious attempt to flirt. At least, you hoped he hadn’t.
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You and Lee Know had been texting for weeks, growing closer with each conversation. At some point, you even started sending what you both called “good morning selfies” (pictures of each other as soon as you woke up, looking as awful as possible). Well… at least that was the goal. Lee Know looked effortlessly handsome in every single one.
When Felix’s birthday came around, he invited the whole group to his place to celebrate. You felt a wave of nervous excitement, this would be the first time seeing Lee Know face-to-face after all those late-night chats. Wanting to look your best, you put on your prettiest dress and put extra effort into your makeup.
At Felix’s house, you greeted everyone with a hug, one by one. When it was Lee Know’s turn, your nerves spiked, but you didn’t hesitate. He smelled amazing. His cologne was deep, musky, and completely intoxicating. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans—nothing particularly trendy—but to you, he had never looked better. Why did everything about him have to be so effortlessly perfect?
You didn’t get a chance to talk to him in private until later that night when Felix announced it was “movie time.” Settling onto the couch, you took a seat near the corner. You weren’t expecting Lee Know to sit beside you. It caught you off guard, but you weren’t about to complain.
Felix pressed play, and the movie began…a romcom. You hated romcoms. You always thought they were ridiculously predictable.
A few minutes in, Lee Know leaned close to whisper in your ear.
“This movie sucks.”
You stifled a laugh, turning your head toward him.
“I know, right? But we’re watching it for Felix… so be quiet.” You nudged him lightly before focusing back on the screen.
Of course, Lee Know wasn’t going to just sit there and behave. That wasn’t in his nature.
He suddenly blew softly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupted across your skin.
“Don’t do that!” you hissed, glaring at him.
He grinned. “I’m boreeed. Entertain me.”
You rolled your eyes. “What do you want me to do? Pull a bunny out of my magical hat?”
His soft laughter sent a spark through your chest. “Yes, please. I’ve never seen a magician before.”
You let out a chuckle, shaking your head.
“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll entertain you by roasting this horrible movie, then.”
He smirked. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
After a brief glance at the screen, you blurted out, “Noah Centineo’s acting is so fucking cringe it makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a damn spoon.”
Lee Know covered his mouth to stifle his laugh, his shoulders shaking. He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with amusement. “God, I love the way your brain works.”
Lee Know leaned in again, his breath warm against your ear. “I swear, if they make the couple kiss in the rain, I’m walking out.”
You snorted, whispering back, “Oh, you just know it’s coming. Probably with some dramatic speech about ‘fate’ too.”
He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Yeah, because nothing says true love like pneumonia.”
As the movie dragged on, you and Lee Know kept whispering back and forth, throwing sarcastic comments at every overused trope. It was like no one else was in the room.
At one point, the main characters had a dramatic breakup scene, and Lee Know sighed, shaking his head. “Three… two… one… and cue the sad montage.”
Right on time, the screen faded into a heartbroken protagonist staring out of a rainy window.
You stifled a laugh. “I hate how predictable this is.”
“Right? It’s like they copy and paste the same script every time.”
As you both chuckled softly, what you didn’t notice were the lingering glances from your friends.
Felix, sipping his drink, nudged Seungmin with his elbow and tilted his head toward you two. “Are they always like this?” he whispered.
Seungmin smirked. “Nope. This is new.”
Han, sprawled on the floor with a pillow under his head, wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing some serious chemistry over there.”
Felix nodded subtly, watching as Lee Know leaned in to whisper something else in your ear, making you giggle. “Yeah… they’re in their own little world.”
Changbin, who had been watching quietly, grinned. “Should we say something?”
Felix shook his head. “Nah. Let’s see how long it takes them to notice.”
Meanwhile, completely oblivious to your friends’ knowing looks, you and Lee Know were still locked into your conversation.
Lee Know sighed dramatically. “If they don’t end up together in the dumbest way possible, I’ll be disappointed.”
You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s definitely about to show up at her wedding and confess his love in front of everyone.”
Lee Know groaned. “God, I hope he gets rejected. Just once. Just for the plot twist.”
You snickered. “You’re asking for too much.”
At that moment, a new song started playing over the movie’s emotional climax. Lee Know made a face. “Oh great. Cue the emotional acoustic song.”
The movie’s final scene cut to black eventually, and the lights flicked on.
You stretched your arms and sighed, ready to make another sarcastic remark, when you noticed something strange, your friends were all staring at you and Lee Know.
You blinked. “Uh… what?”
Felix cleared his throat, quickly looking away. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Seungmin coughed into his fist. “Yeah, just… interesting movie, huh?”
Han smirked but said nothing, exchanging a glance with Changbin.
You frowned, confused, but shrugged it off. Meanwhile, Lee Know stretched beside you, completely unbothered.
The night eventually came to an end. As you were about to leave, Seungmin casually stepped beside you, hands tucked into his pockets.
“So… you like Lee Know, huh?”
You nearly choked on air. “W-What?”
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious.”
Your face heated up instantly. You glanced around, making sure no one else was paying attention before whispering, “Okay, fine. Maybe. A little.”
Seungmin scoffed. “A little? You were in your own little world with him the entire night.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off. “Whatever. It’s not like it matters. He probably doesn’t—”
“He does.” Seungmin cut you off, looking at you like you were an idiot. “Y/N, the rest of us can see it. And if we can, you seriously think he doesn’t feel the same?”
Your heart skipped a beat. “You think so?”
Seungmin sighed, shaking his head with a small smirk. “I don’t think. I know.”
And with that, he patted your shoulder and walked off, leaving you standing there, replaying his words in your head.
Maybe… just maybe, he was right.
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A few weeks later, your friend group planned a beach day. The plan was to leave early in the morning—around 6 or 7 AM—so they’d be picking you up at your place.
When the car arrived, you climbed in, greeted everyone sleepily, and settled into your seat. You ended up sitting next to Lee Know.
Still groggy from waking up so early, you leaned your head against the window, trying to get comfortable for the long drive. But just as you started to relax, Lee Know nudged your arm.
“So… I heard something interesting the other day.”
You blinked, turning to him. “What?”
He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Seungmin told me you have a crush on someone.”
Your stomach dropped. That traitor.
You kept your expression neutral, playing it cool. “Oh? And you believe everything Seungmin says?”
Lee Know narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not buying it. “So it’s not true?”
You hesitated for half a second too long.
His smirk widened. “It is true.”
You groaned, turning your head away. “I’m not talking about this with you.”
But Lee Know was relentless. “Come on, just tell me who it is.”
You shook your head. “Nope. It’s a secret.”
He huffed, pretending to be offended. “Why? You don’t trust me?”
You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly.”
Lee Know gasped dramatically. “Unbelievable. I thought we were close.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “We are, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything.”
For the rest of the car ride, Lee Know kept trying to get you to spill.
“Is it someone from our friend group?”
“Do I know them?”
“Oh my god, is it Felix?”
You ignored most of his questions, dodging them with vague answers or simply changing the subject. No matter how persistent he was, you refused to give in.
And by the time you finally arrived at the beach, Lee Know still had no clue who your crush was.
But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying to find out.
After arriving at the beach, your group got to work setting everything up; planting umbrellas in the sand, spreading out towels, and placing a cooler filled with beers in the middle of your little setup. The sun was already blazing, and the sound of waves crashing mixed with the laughter of your friends as they ran toward the water.
You had worn your bikini under your clothes, so without much thought, you grabbed the hem of your oversized T-shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly slipping out of your shorts.
What you didn’t expect was Lee Know’s reaction.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him freeze. His entire body stiffened, and he quickly turned his head to the side, his ears turning red. He was flustered.
You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. Was he really that shy just from seeing you in a bikini? Seeing that reaction made your heart beat faster, looked so cute.
Trying to act casual, you grabbed your bottle of sunscreen and began applying it to your arms and legs. But when it came to your back, you hesitated. Your friends were already running toward the ocean, leaving only one person behind.
Lee Know.
You turned to him, holding up the sunscreen bottle. “Hey�� can you help me with my back?”
His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he just stared at you.
“M-Me?”
You nodded. “Unless you want me to ask a total stranger?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes before snatching the bottle from your hand. “Fine, turn around.”
You turned your back to him, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. A few seconds later, his hands pressed against your back, spreading the cool sunscreen across your shoulders.
You swallowed. His touch was… soft.
His hands moved slowly, spreading the lotion over your shoulder blades, down to the middle of your back. You felt the way his fingers hesitated for a split second before gliding lower, rubbing the sunscreen into your skin with a gentleness you hadn’t expected.
You liked it.
Your heartbeat picked up as his fingers pressed a little firmer, the warmth of his hands contrasting against the chill of the lotion. For a moment, it felt almost… intimate.
Lee Know cleared his throat behind you. “There. Done.”
You turned to face him, noticing the faint pink dusting his cheeks. He quickly handed you back the bottle, avoiding your gaze.
You took it with a small smile. “Thanks.”
He nodded, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get sunburned.”
You chuckled softly before turning toward the ocean, but you could still feel the lingering warmth of his hands on your skin.
The day went by normally, filled with laughter, splashes in the ocean, and the warmth of the sun against your skin. You and your friends had lunch right there on the beach, passing around sandwiches and drinks as the waves crashed nearby.
And throughout the day, Lee Know kept trying to get information out of you.
Every once in a while, he’d lean in, his voice teasing yet curious. “So… are you sure you don’t want to tell me?”
You’d simply shake your head, smiling innocently. “Nope.”
This game continued all afternoon. Every time he thought he was getting close, you dodged the question. Your friends, however, had started catching on.
Felix, Seungmin, and Han exchanged amused glances, whispering among themselves every time Lee Know tried (and failed) to get you to confess. He was completely oblivious to what was right in front of him.
Then, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Felix suddenly clapped his hands together.
“We should go get more beer.”
The others instantly caught on.
“Yeah, good idea,” Han said, already standing up.
Changbin stretched, “Let’s go before the store closes.”
One by one, they all got up, casually dusting the sand off their clothes.
You blinked. “…Wait, all of you are going?”
Felix grinned, “Yeah, why not?” Then, with a very obvious look between you and Lee Know, he added, “We’ll be back soon. Enjoy the sunset.”
Before you could protest, they were already walking away, leaving you alone with Lee Know.
A heavy silence settled between you two.
For the first time all day, he didn’t say anything.
The sound of the waves filled the quiet space, and you focused on the horizon, watching the sun sink lower. But then…
Lee Know let out a long sigh.
“Just tell me who it is. The suspense is killing me.”
You swallowed, keeping your eyes on the ocean. “I can’t tell you, Lee Know.”
“Why not?” He turned to fully face you, his brows furrowed. “Don’t you trust me? I thought we were friends.”
Friends.
That word hit you like a knife straight to the chest.
A mix of emotions… your feelings for him, the pressure he was putting on you, the fear of ruining your friendship, of breaking your friend group… it all exploded at once.
Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes and started spilling down your cheeks.
You quickly stood up, turning away from him as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. You needed space.
Lee Know immediately noticed your shift in mood, and his voice softened.
“Hey… I’m sorry.” His tone was full of regret. “I didn’t mean to push you so much. I just—” He sighed again, more frustrated with himself than anything. “I need to know.”
Slowly, you turned back around, and when he saw your tear-streaked face, his eyes widened in alarm.
“You’re an idiot!” You snapped, voice shaking. “Do you really not see it? It’s so obvious…!”
Lee Know blinked, still clueless. “I must be an idiot then, because apparently, I’m the only one in our group who hasn’t figured it out.”
You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief before finally, finally saying the words you had been holding in for weeks.
“It’s you, idiot! You’re the one I’ve liked for almost two months now. Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
A heavy silence filled the space between you two.
Lee Know stood in front of you, motionless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you stared down at the sand, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears.
Then, gently, he reached out and lifted your chin with his fingers.
Your breath hitched as your eyes finally met his. His gaze was intense yet unbelievably soft, filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.
With the same hand, he delicately wiped away your tears, his thumb brushing against your cheek before resting his palm there. His touch was warm, grounding.
Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “How am I supposed to hold back when you look beautiful even when you’re crying?”
Before you could even process his words, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss took you completely by surprise. Your body froze for a few seconds, too shocked to react. But then—instinct took over.
You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. His arms circled your waist, pulling you closer as the world around you seemed to blur.
The kiss was deep, filled with all the emotions that had been bottled up for weeks. The warmth of his lips, the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss—it all felt so right.
The sound of the waves and the golden hues of the sunset painted the perfect scene around you.
And then…
A sudden burst of cheers erupted behind you.
You both pulled apart, startled, only to find your entire friend group standing there, grinning like idiots.
Felix clapped dramatically. “Finally!”
Han smirked. “Took you long enough.”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I told you he liked you too.”
Changbin grinned, raising an imaginary glass. “A toast to the new couple! I better get invited to your wedding.”
You groaned, hiding your face in Lee Know’s chest, while he simply smirked, unfazed.
Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, whispering just for you to hear.
“Guess we really were obvious, huh?”
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DOCTOR: What happened? AMY: Twelve years. DOCTOR: You hit me with a cricket bat. AMY: Twelve years. DOCTOR: A cricket bat. AMY: Twelve years and four psychiatrists. DOCTOR: Four? AMY: I kept biting them. DOCTOR: Why? AMY: They said you weren't real.
And this was where Amy Pond usually woke up - unable to make sense of this strange, unsettling dream about a mother she didn't have… about a memory she was sure couldn't be real. In a cold sweat, she reached for the glass of water by her bed, gulping at it. And then, as psychiatrist number three had taught her to do, she counted to ten. She had stopped trying to learn her psychiatrists' names. There was no point when they never lasted. And they never lasted because she kept biting them when they told her he wasn't real. Her raggedy man.
Remember that dog that got run over? I can still see the van driver cradling it and saying the same thing over and over, really desperately hoping that it was all going to be OK. Now here's Amy Pond, standing in the freezing ocean, hold- ing the dead body of her imaginary friend, and shouting at the sea to make him better. Yeah. If only my therapists could see me now.
[Living room] (The nice lady psychiatrist is looking at a painting of the moon and stars.) CHRISTINE: It's a lovely painting, Amelia. And what are all these? AMELIA: Stars. SHARON: Oh, Amelia. CHRISTINE: Tell you what, shall we go outside? [Outside the house] CHRISTINE: What do you see, Amelia? AMELIA: The moon. CHRISTINE: And what else? AMELIA: Just the dark. CHRISTINE: But no stars. If there were stars up there, we'd be able to see them, wouldn't we? Amelia, look at me. You know this is all just a story, don't you? You know there's no such thing as stars.
Amy's eyes were filling with tears but she blinked them away quickly. She knew that eventually she would have to tell him, but she didn't know how. Not without him thinking she was crazy, just like her psychiatrists and her aunt and the school counsellor. And she really didn't want to bite Rory when he was being so nice to her, and …
INTERFACE: Unexpected visitor. Welcome. Please seek assistance. (A Handbot is up ahead.) AMY: Hello? Hey. Oi, wait. (The Handbot turns and scans her.) HANDBOT: You are carrying unregistered bacteria. Please let me help you. AMY: No, I'm not from this world. Your medicine'll kill me. HANDBOT: Statement rejected. Do not be alarmed. This is a kindness.
'That's ironic. So, you just keep them locked up here?' the Doctor said. He sipped his tea. 'How moral and ethical is that?' Jackson set down his tea on one of the few empty spaces on his desk. 'They're here for their own good.' 'I've heard that before,' Amy retorted. 'No, I mean it. They're here for treatment.'
AUGUSTUS: At the age of six and announced that the new head teacher wasn't real because she looked like a cartoon. AMY: Shut up, Dad! RORY: Amy? AUGUSTUS: Amelia? AMY: Sorry, but shut up, please. There's someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important. RORY: Amy, what's wrong? AMY: Sorry. Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend. TABETHA: Oh no, not this again. AMY: The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary, he was real. TABETHA: The psychiatrists we sent her to.
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amy pond + involuntary / coercive treatment
( the eleventh hour / the girl who tore through the universe by nikita gill / dead of winter by james goss / the big bang / the girl who tore through the universe by nikita gill / the girl who waited / apollo 23 by justin richards / the big bang )
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୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ sugar.
the raindrops fall in thick and heavy cascades, dancing across the now wet cement of the sidewalk. the sky is bitterly gray, ominous clouds littering above. the wind is ferocious and threatens to blow one away. itoshi rin stands under the overhang of the school’s entrance, hesitant to step out. it’s absolutely pouring, and rin sighs: what a wonderful day it was to forget his umbrella. soccer practice was indefinitely cancelled in this weather as well, leaving rin with no choice but to trudge home alone whilst it rained absolute buckets on him.
and he’s about to do just that, halfway out the glass doors, when he hears someone call his name. it’s you, brandishing a pastel pink umbrella in your hands, beaming at rin as if he was the greatest thing you’d ever laid eyes on.
rin suddenly thinks you’re an angel—his one and only savior—and a sight for sore eyes, his heartbeat erratically spiking as you draw nearer.
your laugh is a light and melodic sound as you tease him: “rin, don’t tell me you were planning to walk home in that!”
“i mean, practice is cancelled” rin replies. it’s making him dizzy, in the best way possible, you’re standing so close to him and the scent of your sweet perfume is intoxicating. rin thinks that he’s hooked.
“…let’s go get ice cream!” is your only response, eyes lighting up giddily like a kid.
“in that?” rin parrots your earlier bewildered tone, gesturing at the natural disaster occurring outside.
“you know you want to,” you tug at the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling him under your pale pink umbrella. “plus, you’ll probably win again anyway.”
rin’s aware of how odd the scene must look right now; him, dressed in mostly blacks and gray, dark hair and stormy eyes, following you, a little bundle of sunshine, and your umbrella in all its pink glory. he thinks he’s like a stray cat that you enjoy adopted, his unwavering loyalty to you from the fact that you saved him. it didn’t help that he was far taller and having to bend over a bit to stay dry, spiky bangs brushing against your ear as he does so.
and rin knows he’d happily follow you wherever you went, even if you decided to walk straight off a cliff, so he stops arguing and wordlessly takes the umbrella from you, holding it at a more suitable height.
he’s rewarded with another one of your smiles, the ones that make him weak to his knees and wonder if you gave everyone else that same grin. he secretly hopes that he’s special, that you wouldn’t smile like that for any other guy.
you’re the sugar to his bitter, the sweet to his salt, and rin can’t recall how or when he fell for you. all he knows is this: as you drag him towards the corner store that sells his favorite popsicles, itoshi rin is eternally grateful for you. when rin bites into the popsicle, he smiles softly; he’s won again. strangely enough, he’s always a winner when he’s with you.
maybe you bring him luck, maybe he’s just happy that you’re there and that you care. one day, he’ll be able to articulate how he feels, how you make him feel, and he’ll love you right. but for now, this would have to do: the closeness between him and you under a pink umbrella, fingers inches away from intertwining, neither of you sure how to make the first move.
a/n: slight inspo brockhampton’s sugar! one of my fav things EVER is rin x cute reader!! can be read as g/n btw!
masterlist!
#forvee a rain hater#rin and cute reader SIGH#itoshi rin my 1nonly#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock rin#itoshi rin#rin x reader#bllk fluff#itoshi rin x reader#rin fluff#rin x you#itoshi rin x you#rin blue lock#凛 ; rin x reader#想 ; tiff thinks too much#Spotify
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first i love you
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s2!jj maybank x gf!reader
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the sunrise painted kildare island in shades of gold, and for once, jj was awake to see it. he sat at the end of the dock, legs dangling over the water, his usual bravado stripped away by the early morning quiet.
you found him there after waking up to a cold bed, with no protective arm around you. you knew where he’d be, he always sat by the water when his thoughts got too loud.
“couldnt sleep?” you ask, settling beside him.
you lean your head on his shoulder, you felt his head rest on your own.
“nah.” he replied, his signature half-smile playing at his lips. “too much thinking. dangerous activity, i know.”
you smiled slightly, pushing his side lightly. after months of being together, you’d learned to read between the lines when it came to him, to understand when his jokes were armour rather than humour.
”want to talk about it?” jj was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixated on the horizon where the sun was climbing higher in the sky.
his fingers fidgeted with the bandana tied around his wrist - one you’d given him months ago when he’d cut his hand trying to fix his bike. he washed it and kept it, asking you to tie it around his wrist and of course you obliged.
“my old man showed up yesterday,” he finally said, his voice barely about a whisper.
“started spouting the same old shit, ‘bout how im just like him, how i’ll never amount to anything.”
your heart clenched. you’d seen the shadow his father had cast on him, how deep those wounds ran. “jj…” you started, but he shook his head.
“that’s not even the part that kept me up.” he continued, finally turning to look at you. his blue eyes were intense, vulnerable in a way you rarely saw them.
“what kept me up was thinkin’ about how different everything is now. how different i am. ‘cause of you.” your breath caught in your throat.
jj maybank didnt do serious conversations, didnt bare his soul unless something was really eating at him.
“you make me want to be better.” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “you make me believe i can he. and thats…” he swallowed hard.
“that’s fucking terrifying.”
“why is it terrifying?” you asked softly, despite already knowing the answer.
“because i love you.” he blurted out, then immediately looked away, as if bracing for impact. “and everyone i’ve ever loved has either left or hirt me and i cant… i cant lose you too.”
the vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. this was jj maybank, the real one - no swagger, no deflecting jokes, just raw honesty from a boy who’d never been taught how to love or be loved properly.
you reached out, gently turning his face back toward you. his eyes met yours, uncertainty warring with hope in their depths.
“jj maybank.” you said firmly. “i love you too. and im not going anywhere.”
the smile that broke across his face was like watching the sun come out after a storm - brilliant and a little disbelieving. before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss that tasted of salt air and promise.
when you finally broke apart, he pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath. “say it again.” he whispered, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
“i love you.” you repeated, feeling him pull you closer.
“one more time?” you laughed, the sound carrying across the water.
“i love you, you idiot.”
“good.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “‘cause i love you too, and i plan on saying it until you’re sick of hearing it.”
“i dont think that’s possible..” you smile, nuzzling your face into him.
the sun was fully up now, turning the water to diamonds, and jj’s arms were warm around you. you stayed there together, watching the island wake up, both understanding that something had shifted between you – something as vast and deep as the ocean stretching out before you.
and for the first time in his life, jj maybank wasn't scared of falling. he was already caught.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#obx#obx fic#obx imagine#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank fluff#love him#i love him#hes so babygirl#need this#me n who#this would fix me
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YES YES YES IVE NOTICED THIS BEFORE!!!! the reverse is also true: chara calls asgore dad, but toriel is just toriel. both have a parent theyre closest with
that does make me think tho like. frisk seems to me like he would either call both parents just by their name or call both mom and dad. not pick one and leave the other. hes shown to be more considerate of the residents of xtale in later timelines than chara, whos grown much more disillusioned, hateful, and violent. chara has way fewer problems treating people more poorly because in his mind the end justifies the means and as long as the goal hes working toward is noble (which. it at first is but later twists into something completely different. but i think he still considers it noble and the "best outcome for everyone" and thats ahat matters most to him) any horrible thing he does is completely fine. hes playing on the same battlefield as xgaster, after all, so he has to adopt his same tactics. frisk, though also shown to have grown more hateful and violent and disillusioned, shows a lot more hesitation in using and/or hurting the residents of xtale.
anyway, all that to say that he just doesnt rlly strike me as the type of guy to just exclude one parent, especially if it hurts/saddens them. like i could be completely wrong and hes just got a preference contrasting charas bc siblings, but. idk.
bc chara not calling toriel mom immediately makes me think of timeline III. the timeline right after the one where chara got the father figure he yearned for. it was the first timeline to use underswap as a base instead of the original timeline. in the episode, we see both frisk and chara sitting in toriels lap. frisk is chatting happily with her, but chara looks livid
i wonder if chara refuses to call toriel mom because she hasnt been the mother he knew for so, so long. she doesn't even know it. and swap toriel taking asgores role and some if not all of his personality (depending on the interpretation), it probably felt to chara like she was trying to replace asgore. a shoddy stand in, smiling at him almost in mockery as he has to mourn the death of his father alone because noone except for him, frisk, xgaster, and alphys even know he died. for all the other residents of xtale, that series of events never happened.
toriel asks him whats wrong and he has to fight the urge to snap at her, to yell at her that she knows. she knows and shes mocking him. that shell never be him. that she shouldnt have ever dared to do something like this so close to his death. and he only barely holds that all in because he knows shes not doing this on purpose. she doesnt know what happened. she didnt ask to be remade in someone else's image. she doesn't even know she has been
the whole situation fuels his hatred of xgaster more, because now more than ever he feels like hes being toyed with. first it was just the world. just seeing what changed. and then one of the most precious things to him was taken from him by the very man who promised him the world, a marionette facsimile dangling by strings from the claws chara couldve sworn he didnt always have.
and again, its not toriels fault. but it leaves such a strong impression on him that she forever changes in his eyes. shes no longer the loving mother. shes someone who doesnt belong, someone he doesnt recognize as his own. she changed from who she was when she WAS his mom, all the way back in timelines I and II, and the mother he loved is dead. gone. erased. irreplaceable. and no matter what xtoriel does, chara can never bring himself to call her mom again
and, on the contrary, he latches to asgore hard. because hes also changed, hes not exactly as he remembers him, but hes back. hes alive. hes still asgore and hes still his father and he missed him so much. he doesnt care about the smaller details, nothing matters except the fact that his father is back. that the man who gave him hope and support and company when he felt so crushingly lonely under the weight of losing his world is back, and that means chara isnt alone anymore. hes not hopeless. and he holds to that tiny hope as tight as he can
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#i could probably try to analyze why frisk prefers toriel based on like?? associated traits. idfk#i havent slept i just spent like 6 or 7 hrs cleaning my fridge 😭😭 im exhausted#but god do i love talking abt xtale#this is actually the first time ive really considered how mocking timeline III was. esp to chara#having his father killed and knowing he wont ever come back bc the man who controls his world has decided he must become someone else#and taunted by someone who has been made his replacement without even knowing it. someone who has his mannerisms and his quirks#and his interests but its *not* him and the whole world just feels so completely wrong. everything he knew is gone and yet...#its also right in front of him#and then its all torn away yet again as xgaster overwrites faster than ever#chara doesnt even get an adjustment period or anything. he has not grown to know this world like his own#and he doesn't even get a chance#yknow. during the xevent i doubt chara had much uhh. positive interacion with cross. but.#i wonder if his sneering and teasing and complaining just grinds to a halt sometimes because something cross said sounds so much like his#(charas) life. he will never admit it#but he sees a bit of himself in cross. or a lot of himself actually. theyre pretty similar in several ways#and though he would usually be quick to make fun of cross mo matter what he says#he just cant help but remember the anger and the despair and the fear that gripped him back then and he just.#lets cross be for a while. he has no words to offer. not that hed know how even if he did. he cant offer much in terms of physical comfort#not that he ever would#but he recognizes that pain and for a brief moment remembers who the enemy is and what hes fighting for#what awaits him if he wins. why he HAS TO win#and for a second he remembers wishing for someone who could take away his suffering even temporarily#and in a quet and solemn moment he just. lets cross weep over the world forever gone#and pretends he himself isnt thinking of a home he year s for just as bad#anyway i almsot passed out like six times wroting this. im genuinely starting to see shit lmao#hopefully the tags wont get deleted.....#finking#rebog
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Reader x Embry
Embry and reader are friends, and one day, while at Emily and Sam's house, Quil makes a bet with Embry that he'll imprint on reader before Embry finds an imprint. Little did the pack know that Embry already imprinted on reader and they've been friends with benefits for a while until Embry is on patrol and his mind slips and everyone finds out he imprinted on reader and he has an idea on how he's gonna ask reader to be his girlfriend and finally tell her that he imprinted.
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losing is the new winning - embry x reader
Knees were touching as you sat side by side with Embry on the beach. The spring was enjoyable. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too cold.
The smell of left over rain was resting in both of your noses as you both joked around.
The playful, “Stop” was coming out of your mouth as he chuckled at your cute smile.
From a far, Quil looks over and slightly rolled his eyes. Embry abandoned the game as soon as he saw that you were strolling on the beach.
“Hey, you’re lucky she’s a girl or else I would’ve thought you were cheating on me.” Quil tells Embry after you said goodbye to Embry and left the beach.
“Shut up.”
Quil doesn’t bother to sober up his laugh as he shakes his head slightly.
They both enter Sam and Emily’s home. Emily was chastising Jared for sticking his hand in the pot to steal a piece of meat.
She waved her wooden spoon with a hand on her hip.
“I don’t know where your hands have been! You could’ve been digging in your ass for all I know.”
“Come on, Em. You always see me wash my hands.”
“He didn’t deny the digging in his ass part.” Paul jokes, cackles from the other boys were heard and Jared is about to hit him for saying such thing but Sam tells them to cut it out.
“Im eating.” Sam tells them.
They respectfully switch the subject with the thanks to Quil.
“I bet, before you imprint on anyone else, it will be with Y/N.”
“Whatever.” Embry rolled his eyes. But his heart picked up a bit at the fact that he was very close to being correct.
“What? Afraid that you will lose?” Quil smirked.
“Losing is the new winning.” Embry says and shoved food into his own mouth.
After the kitchen and dining room was cleaned up, the others lounged in the living room, some went home
The deep rustle of a chuckle emitted from Embry’s throat as he leans against the wall. He was talking on the phone.
“So, when can I see you?”
It’s silent as he listens to your response.
“Alright.” he says with a grin and hangs up the phone.
“Alright, I’m out.” Embry says to Sam.
Sam nods him a goodbye.
Opening the door, you beam as you hug him tight with your arms around his neck. He sways you a bit as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I missed you.” you say softly.
“I just saw you today.” he says with a grin.
“So?”
“Okay..I missed you too.” he admits with finality and you tug him to the couch.
You both don’t say anything but you two look at each other before chuckling.
“What?” you both say in sync.
You both laugh again.
He graced your collarbone as he tilts his head a little at you, “So, what did you do after you left?”
“Eat. You?” you say quietly.
“Eat.” he says leaned in a bit. You give him a shy smile as you both lean in to a gentle kiss. You both pull back a little and the twinkle was shot through both set of eyes.
You both lean back in.
You smile a bit as your bare body was pressed against his shoulder and arm as Embry’s underwear is halfway down. He stares up at the ceiling as he felt buzzed with erotica.
It was the best drug as he lay in your soft bed. He only gives a crooked grin, a grin that you thought was adorable.
Your tongue and lips weren’t shy on his ear. You wanted to make sure he felt good.
“Do you feel good?” you whisper in a delicate tone.
“Yes.” he says breathlessly.
“Good. I want you to always feel good…” you whisper in the same voice and give him an open kiss that smoothly transferred into you sucking on his earlobe.
“Okay?” you whisper again when you let his ear go, letting your lips brush upon his ear.
“O-okay.” he says as he felt the powerful tingles take over his body. The slow and sensual stroke that you were giving his hard but velvety length was now crescendoing as he groaned, the groan that you love so much.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he breathed out shakily as the light and white substance spilled over your hand as you kept pumping. You kept kissing his ear with a slight breathy laugh.
Quil’s hand snaps in front of Embry’s face, he ignored the scowl that Embry threw at him.
“Did you not hear Sam?” Quil blinked at him.
“What?”
“We gotta go.” Quil says with annoyance. Embry jumps up.
He couldn’t wait to get it over with. Patrol would be over and he could race back to his safe haven. To the person that always made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Your laugh, your breathy laugh came to mind. From there, Embry could see your eyes in his mind.
“Embry.”
Embry was startled. He looked around and realized that Sam’s wolf was in front of him.
“Wait, Embry did you imprint?”
It was Seth. Embry didn’t like his curious mind at that moment.
A collection of voices circled his head, they know knew that he kept the imprinting a secret.
“Embry, congratulations.”
It was Jared.
“I fucking knew it! You never turn down bets. Should’ve known when you said some bullshit like losing is the new winning.”
Quil.
“Are you going to tell her?”
Jacob asks his friend.
Embry then thinks of how he could possibly tell you. He didn’t want you to freak out. Things were good, no, they were great. He didn’t want to mess it up. He refused to mess things up.
Embry was nervous as he listened to the phone trill. A tiny bit of him was hoping you didn’t pick up, but you did. You always did.
“Hey…Are you home?”
“Yeah. Miss me?” you tease.
A smile graced his lips as he says, “Yeah. I do…I actually want to take you out.”
“Oh…Where?”
“Somewhere we can get full. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
Walking to his car was nerve wracking for you. You shake your head subtly as you just chanted to yourself, “It’s only Embry.”
“Hey.” you say once you had your seatbelt on.
“Hey..You look good.”
You look down with a breathy voice with a meek smile, “Thanks.”
You were about to put your coat on, you were indeed full.
But, Embry tells you to wait.
You look at him in confusion but the waiter and waitress brings out a special plate.
You look up with a shocked expression. You look back down to read what it says to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Your hands were placed on your chest as your smile was lifted on your face.
You simply had no words.
Embry was nervous until you bursted out a yes.
He then relaxed in his chair with a sigh and takes your hand.
It felt real. The connection with you felt so real. More believable.
His hand however was slightly sweaty as you walked with him to the dark beach. The moonlight and the distance fire was the only thing that was the light sources.
“An imprint. A soulmate. A soul bind. A connection to the soul like no other. The other half to the wolf. The person that completes the shifter. The bond so great, nothing could tear them apart with exception of death.”
You were stuck to watching the old man’s mouth speak.
“Wow. That story was beautiful.” you whisper to Embry as you both slowly walked along the beach, away from the others.
You were close to him as the night air became more chilly.
“Yeah..What would you do if it was real? If it was true?” Embry asks quietly.
You shrug with a smile as you look at the moon.
“I don’t know…That’s kind of cool..A person that won’t ever leave your side. A soulmate. Sounds romantic.”
“So…You don’t think it takes away one’s choice?”
“No…The soul knows what it wants.” you answer and you take a peak at him, “What about you?”
“What?”
“Do you think it would take away one’s choice? Would you want…A soulmate that would be at your side forever?”
Its quiet for a moment before he looks at you. A look that made your stomach jump with excitement. You couldn’t quite explain it.
“No. I don’t think it takes away someone’s choice..I would love to have a soulmate to be by my side forever. I would want you to be my soulmate.” he says as he brushed his fingers across your cheekbone.
You smile as you look down.
“Would you want to be my soulmate?” he asks quietly.
“Of course I would…I can’t explain it…But, it feels like it was always supposed to be like this.”
“I feel the same way too.”
You look back up with a smile.
The kiss was sweet but passionate. You clutch to him as you both sigh with contentment as you both breathe each other in.
He pulls away as he looks at you, both hands on your back.
“What you heard tonight…Is true. You’re my soulmate Y/N.”
The silence scared him. He prepared himself mentally and emotionally for you to walk away with disgust. To call him a freak. To curse him for ruining your life.
Your smile scared him even more. He wasn’t expecting it.
“Im your..Imprint?”
He nods.
“Cool…So, when can I see your wolf.”
He relaxed as he displays a happy grin.
“Whenever you want.”
He couldn’t help but kiss you again. You didn’t mind, you felt that his lips were perfect against yours. As if they were made for your mouth. You couldn’t have been more happier to have someone forever be by your side.
#embry call#embry call x reader#y/n imagines#x reader#wolfpack#wolf pack#twilight saga#twilight#y/n#fanfic#x y/n#embry call imagine#embry call x you#fluff fluff fluff
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so i just finished book six (spoilers ahead obviously) and i was struck by how idia’s overblotting was so horribly devastating that i have to do a ramble on it
so all the other overblotters obviously had complex traumas (that’s part of the whole thing) but every one of them was driven by a cluster of complicated emotions all jumbled together. there was anger and bitterness and resentment and guilt and, yes sadness was present and accounted for, but there was so much else going on. with idia, it was just Sorrow
he didn’t want to make everyone pay for the things that happened to him. he didn’t need the suffering of others. he just wanted his brother alive and by his side again. he’s not angry at the world, he’s not bitter about his situation, he’s just… sad. he just misses his little brother
and even when he was in his overblot form (meaning Not In His Right Mind) his biggest concern was not that he was failing his mission to “reboot the world” but that his classmates were hurting ortho. there was such an intense and crushing devastation surrounding the entire situation. the loss, the hope of ortho’s return, the secondary loss when ortho is destroyed. like he was so close to getting his brother back and - boom - he’s gone again
and THEN the further emotional pain of being able to say to rebuilt ortho “you can go” and ortho sticking around ANYWAY. it’s not the same, it never will be, but they stick together ANYWAY. that’s so fucking sweet and also horrifically gut-punching in a way i can’t even explain. it’s like “i know you’re not really the ortho i knew but the ortho you are is good enough for me.” despite it all, they are still brothers and they’re gonna stay together
book 6 you will pay for what you did to me
#this barely makes sense my bad#i just love idia#book 6 my beloved#book 6 my enemy#twisted wonderland#twst#idia shroud#twst idia#idia twst#ortho shroud#twst ortho#ortho twst#shroud brothers#twst ignihyde#ignihyde#twst book 6
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OK FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU??! We got baby Orion, look at that bean, so small and cute, but at what cost? The cost of our hearts being shattered….
Now the dramatics are over! The Megatronus doll?! I can hear d-16 seething in jealousy somewhere lmao.
Please tell me I’m not seeing things and Prima pulled out a weapon when he heard the door open?! Ready to defend but not when it was needed most because sentinel is a little bitch.
ZETA BEING ORIONS FAVE?! (It’s so cool you included that because it is part of canon, it’s in the movie novelisation if anyone is curious)
It’s so much more tragic with that piece of info, the way you drew Orion feeling like he’s lost something and having to be snapped out of it 😭 I love your art so much.
It does raise a question though, how old is Orion? Did he age slower or did sentinel do something to was with his ageing?
baby prime orion au
AKJSHDKAHDA THANK YOU I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! and that it seemed to hit the way i wanted it to! it is my mission with this au to make it unbearably cute and painful as fuck <33
that doll... i have plans for that doll.... no spoilers but it will come back...
AND YES THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT!! you're the first person i see that points out Prima's reaction to hearing someone come in! he's a little (a lot) overprotective of OP and he's always on guard even when they're deep in the tower where no one but their siblings and some trusted members of the High Guard are allowed to enter. he's also lowkey training OP to keep quiet when he hears someone come into his room and to be cautious of strangers. he doesn't want his baby brother to be scared of the world but he just... wants to keep him safe at all costs. most of the primes think he's being a little paranoid but he Does Not Care. once OP is older and can take care of himself they can talk about his anxiety but until then he's sticking to his guns.
and fun fact! when Sentinel sent his trackers to take custody of Optimus during his coup, it took them just long enough to search his rooms for him to allow the High Guard to send reinforcements and take him away. so. anxiety for the win babeeey⁓
and yeah zeta being OP's favorite is directly taken from the novel! in my mind Prima is OP's primary caretaker with everyone else taking turns to switch out with him, but Zeta being the matrix holder doesn't get the chance to do it as often as everyone else. so him dropping by is a special occasion! and because he doesn't want to ruin the little time he gets with his baby brother with anything, he lowkey spoils Optimus the most. so it's a mix of novelty and over-indulgence that gives him the edge over everyone else 🤭
AND YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR! in this au OP is looking for the matrix for the good of everyone, he does believe bringing it back is the best thing for their society but deep down he also hopes it will fix the gaping wound in his spark he's been nursing his entire life. and when he sees Zeta Prime's lifeless body he knows the matrix being missing from it should be the thing he should focus on but... it's really not. and he doesn't understand why.
and orion's age is... something i kinda hoped no one would remember to ask about (/▽\)
jk but for real he's about 52 cycles old. he's definitely older than the rest of the squad for at least a decade! buuuuut as a prime he also does age slower than them. this one is not on sentinel, it's just a him/prime thing. a small part of dee's frustration with orion in this au is because he's under the impression that they're more or less the same age but orion acts much more immaturely than he should, but this is kinda because orion literally doesn't mature at the same rate than he does.
it's not by much but the difference is there and they can feel it even if they don't understand it.
i have a chart in case anyone cares about it akjsdhkja
not my best work but it'll do for now.
so basically OP's mental development is one year for every 2.5 cycles while everyone else's is one per every 1.5. he and dee met when OP was 36 cycles old and Dee was 24 which was the exact moment where their mental development was almost equal, which made them hit off pretty well! but after that it was just a matter of time before dee started leaving Orion behind.
again, it isn't by much but the difference exists and is just one more straw to break the camel's back.
also the poor high guard that stayed behind to keep an eye on Orion was working overtime trying to keep people from wondering why this particular sparkling was growing up so slowly. they faked a bunch of records for him and officially speaking Orion is 47 cycles old, when he's actually 52, but even that only gave them a very limited amount of time before everyone started noticing that Orion was kinda little for his age.
they also did their damn best to keep Orion from entering the mines at the age he was supposed to because there was no fucking way they were letting the equivalent of 12 year old go in there.
they did so much crime and falsification you guys.
as it is OP was still mentally younger than everyone else when they went in, but officially he was almost 5 years older than he should've been. it was the best they could do.
so... yeah!
thank you for asking because i had been postponing doing this for weeks now xD
#hey i got an ask#Anonymous#transformers#tfone#optimus prime#baby prime orion au#THIS WAS SO NICE. THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M GONNA CRY 〒▽〒#i adore when people leave their thoughts in the tags and getting this ask made my entire week!! thank you so much!!!!#hope this was worth the wait!#and thank you for getting the brainworms working (/▽\)(/▽\)
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No because they’re both going through corruption arcs!!!!!! I think all the time about how S1 arc 1 Jayce and Viktor are the comic relief characters - their scenes are always a source of hope and levity when everyone else is going through the horrors of impending war and how intentional it is for when they eventually fracture. The story is literally set up so that you fall in love with these characters and then watch them lose themselves.
This is a really interesting way to look at it! I hesitate to call Viktor's a corruption arc in the traditional sense of the word because so many of the choices he makes I think are so rooted in this base desire to survive.
ok more below sorry for yapping so much today
To survive in piltover first and then just to survive in general. I think part of Viktor's arc is so interesting because he's not necessarily making all the right or safe decisions, but he's making decisions I think most people could see themselves making in his shoes.
His fatal flaw i think is his inability to see himself as someone who has support. He thinks he has to shoulder this alone. Shoutout singed! His mentor essentially signs off on his death. The bridge scene happens which makes him feel like he can't rely on Jayce. Sky is present, but he completely doesn't recognize (or want) her affection for him or her ability to help in a way that's so extreme it results in her death. Piltover doesn't give a shit about him. (Every scene in the council room with Viktor, and the scene with mel, jayce, and the weapons conversation are so important in illustrating this)
I also think his desperation to live + a bit of his internalized ableism play a huge role in Viktor's arc as we find him going back to the hexcore before having any shimmer that would guarantee his survival. He's 1000% responsible for his own actions but his own actions are so based in his lack of power in so many ways so its hard to view him and Jayce's arcs as the same type of corruption at least.
I see a really interesting thread between Viktor's arc being tied to isolation and Jayce's arc being tied to being surrounded by the wrong people (!!piltovian high society in general!!). Viktor's arc being what happens when you feel you have nobody and Jayce's arc being what happens when you have a lot of people and feel you have to please everybody.
I also see Jayce's arc as one of what happens when power you don't want gets handed to you and Viktors as what happens when no matter what you do you can never obtain the power you need. It puts them at really interesting odds.
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ᯓ HOLD ME, CONSOLE ME | 리키
PAIRINGS. roommate!riki x roommate!reader
GENRE. fluff, angst
WARNINGS. mentions of sh
SYNOPSIS. in which reader comes home sobbing and just wants to be held, and riki does that
EVERYTHING WAS BLURRY, tears pooled my eyes as I frantically tried to open the door, the keys dangling beneath my shaky hands.
I slammed the door shut, walking upstairs to my room, my knees giving out as I slowly slid to the floor, letting my figure rest as I cried.
riki, through his headphones filled with his friends screaming, heard the doors slam. he knew you were out with friends. he knew you two weren't close as ever, but you both have lived under the same roof for long to know you both cared for one another. maybe as simple acquaintances or maybe friends.
he excused himself from the game they were playing, he knew you weren't one to come home that mad, even if you were, you weren't the type to slam doors or disturb anyone else's peace.
he slowly went upstairs, as he got closer, he heard sniffles and soft cries. he sighed, wrapping his hand around the knob to turn it gently, it was locked. he knocked softly,
“___? it's me,”
he waited, your cries stopped for a few seconds.
“let me in, please?”
you debated for a few moments before opening the door, revealing your fragile, helpless self to him. your puffy eyes and dry tears all exposed to him, made his heart ache.
he walked slowly, cupping your cheek and caressing the tears away with his thumb.
“who hurt you, hm?” his voice was gentle, like a lullaby. you never really had a thought of him as a close friend, neither did he, but at times like these, you know that he knows better than anyone how to treat you when you're feeling fragile.
he sat on the edge of the bed, with you beside him with your head lowered in his chest as you continued to cry. turns out your boyfriend cheated on you, with your 'best friend'. riki used all of his restraint to stop himself from punching the dude when he sees him at school the next day. he wouldn't do it, only because you don't want him to.
“'m tired, riki.”
those three words struck through him like a knife, he knew what you were capable of doing, he feared it most. he grabbed your cheek and faced you to him.
“hey, I know you are, okay? but I'm here with you.”
he caressed the healed wounds on your arm, tracing little hearts on each one.
“you're never alone, because I'm here. and I'll do everything to make your problems dissappear, okay? promise me you won't give up,”
your eyes formed little tears, not from sadness, but from the warmth of his words that were full of sincerity.
“promise me,”
“I promise.”
he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, usually you would've pulled away or wondered why, but right now all that matters is you cradled up in his embrace, his warmth melting away the coldness of your heart.
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SHO'S NOTE. i hope everyone who is feeling like this has someone they can lean on or talk to, if none, then you guys can message and vent to me through my mailbox : D
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So I finished my DA2 replay, and I had wondered if I would feel differently after taking my time with it, and with the perspective of Veilguard. And yes, in small ways I do, but about the series and about Anders, I don't. That is to say: I think Veilguard is a fucking fantastic capper to the series (I mean, pray there is more, "hope for the best, expect the worst" as the Mel Brooks song goes), and Anders is relatably angry, even if the "betrayal" is frustrating and heart-breaking.
Also, there's just too much Dragon Age just the same way there's too much Tolkien, it's just that I can relisten to Tolkien via audiobook while I work and don't have time to constantly replay Dragon Age to absorb every little detail that my broken brain forgets (and I'm pretty good with lore) and I wish parts of this fandom were more curious than scathing about things they've obviously forgotten. Or skipped through, according to some of them, because I guess the context of dialogue and a cut scene isn't necessary for some of them to weigh in on things.
Word vomit of notes below the break:
First of all.
Can these two just fuck already. Watching Cassandra go from throwing him around to absolutely ENTHRALLED by Varric's complete bullshit is just going to make it so much better when I hit the "Guilty Pleasures" quest again in DA:I. This woman is SEDUCED by his story-telling, and you *cannot* convince me he wasn't gagging on his power trip.
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Second.
I never played Mark of the Assassin before, and had completely forgotten Felicia Day was in DA2, and laughed like hell. I really enjoyed it. I haven't really used a stealth option in a game since leaving Skyrim for other stuff (do we ever really leave Skyrim?) and it was really fun, but I think the wyvern at the end of the DLC was actually the best fight in the entire game, even more than Corypheus. It hinted at the dragon battles to come in Veilguard. Also, I loved how Anders' dialogue got more relaxed outside of Kirkwall, like shedding the city let him loosen up. The back and forth with Hawke about his fantasy for being rescued was completely unhinged - after I accused Hawke of being feral and lacking social graces, I've decided the two of them match each other's freak and they're fine.
Third.
All the people who were losing their minds about the line "A crow never abandons a contract" and acting like the devs forgot Zevran.
He literally addresses it in the game. I keep having these moments where shit that people bitched about regarding Veilguard is addressed right *there.*
"The crows do like saying that, but I am living proof it's a lie."
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No one actually forgot, but I'm sure the Dellamorte's wish to the Maker a motherfucker could.
When people complain the writing in Veilguard is too modern, I'm going to remember Hawke complaining exactly like this. She sounds like I do when I'm side-eyeing my friends in the year of our Maker 2025.
Fourth.
I had planned on romancing Blackwall this DA:I run, finally, because I'm a little obsessed with this Warden throughline from Anders to Blackwall to Davrin. From a cage, to hope/redemption, to a more meaningful path of positive change and impact.
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They both haunt Veilguard's narrative and dialogue.
And then of course:
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hrm.
Fifth.
I do hope we get another DA. Or supplementary material. Because I want to know what the fuck is going on with this story I had forgotten the details of, especially with the decision regarding the Nadas Dirthalen.
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These two fucking idiots. I can't believe in different lives I've schtupped them both. (I can absolutely believe it)
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Sixth.
The worst part of Meredith is she sounds like conservative family members of mine. 'Better to punish the innocent than risk even one guilty person go free', rather than the opposite. To them it sounds so reasonable. To us, it's abhorrent to punish everyone else for other people's crimes.
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I couldn't bring myself to feel betrayed by Anders, even though I tried to play my Hawke as I think she would have felt: betrayed by the secret-keeping, if nothing else. The shock and hurt at the innocent lives. But it's hard not to feel an understanding when I sit here in a political situation with - maybe not less fraught, but at least less fantastical - implications and certainly still feel like violence is inevitable and we are way past the point of compromise and words.
Anyway.
This dwarf.
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#da2 replay#da:2#dragon age#da2 anders#da2 varric#da2 merrill#da2 zevran#zevran arainai#merrill#varric tethras
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