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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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24. The Waiting Room

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Hazel had several things to keep her occupied in the waiting room. Grace usually kept a lot on hand, as she herself could get pretty restless at times, but right now as Hazel did everything from color with her Tuba stuffy to listening to music on headphones, Grace was online on her phone trying to ease the minds of Loyal Apex members and Simon sympathizers.

They lamented as there was no word about him other than the video that showed him being brutally attacked, the APB was out on the suspects and people wondered what would happen/if he would die.

She made an announcement, “In order to try to offer a small portion of comfort to all of the people who care about Simon Laurent, what I can say is that he is currently in surgery and that I’ve contacted his father. We don’t know anything else yet, but whenever his father is here, I’ll let him decide what things should to be communicated to Simon’s fans. Please keep rumors and negativity to a minimum during these uncertain times for him and his loved ones, and simply send whatever positive thoughts and vibes in his direction.” It ignited a lot for her to be the person who made that statement. But, there was nobody else to do it.

There were a lot of people who were SO RELIEVED that Grace was there for him and felt like that meant he was safe.

There were some who were confused about why SHE of all people would be trusted enough to be in his private space at a time like this and they hoped she had grown and wasn’t using this to get her foot back in the door.

There were some disappointed in her for being pulled back into Simon’s toxicity and “glorifying struggle love” by supporting him after everything he’s done, wondering what type of example this was to young girls who idolized her?

There were a lot of encouraging messages though like, “I don’t know what you must be going through right now. Sending you good energy and hopes for Simon's situation,” and so on. She made sure to like and reblog all of the ones of that nature, and decided to at least pretend to ignore the other ones, no matter whose camp they came from.

Many separate posts were also made to show support, some saying that nobody could possibly know what Grace is thinking at this moment, since everyone reacts differently to trauma, and because of that shouldn’t be quick to judge her for being near or with Simon in his time of need. She didn’t respond to those, simply because she didn’t want to seem like she was making it about her. It wasn’t. Right now, the only thing she could think about was Simon.

It took Simon’s dad about six hours to arrive. He looked exhausted, as scary as the last time she saw him but much older. She couldn’t believe it had only been a few years because his pale blond hair had whitened and he looked more wrinkly… and like… he couldn’t be that much older than her own dad.

He talked to someone at the counter, then they took him someplace else. Grace stayed where she was. If he came in and noticed her, fine, but she wasn’t going to press him.

Eventually, he showed up and noticed her right away. He hadn’t expected to see a little brown, blond haired girl with her. He nervously approached and said, “They uh… got some blood from me. They did need some. He’s critical…” Hazel stopped playing and looked up at the new person. “Hello,” he said, politely.

She stared at him, collecting her things and moved closer to Grace. Grace wrapped an arm around her and said, “This is Hazel.” She wasn’t going to make her speak to him, though. Grace's parents did that to her when she was little, but it wasn’t something that she practiced as a parent. Hazel wasn’t comfortable and making her speak wasn’t going to make her more comfortable or build on her trust in Grace as support.

He sat on the other side of Grace. “Is she…?” Grace and Hazel stared at him, awaiting his question. He leaned closer to Grace to whisper and she tensed up at his closeness. “Simon’s?”

“WHAT?” Hazel called out. “GROSS!”

Now Grace said, “Hazel… A little loud.”

Hazel lowered her voice and said, “Simon’s Dad, she is 22. I am 10. What do you think your son was doing 10 years ago?”

“He wouldn’t know,” Grace mumbled, then gasped and looked at him, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He looked sad. She didn't feel bad for him per se, but she didn't want to make matters worse at a time like this.

“I wouldn’t. Simon raised himself from the time he was 10, until 16, when he moved out of the house. I haven’t seen him since shortly after the last time I saw you…" he noticed Grace shiver at the mention of it, and considering the truce she requested before, he knew that it was probably a sore spot for her. He tried to think of anything that could possibly be said, but ultimately kept the subject on Simon. " I haven’t talked to him since his 18th birthday when I called to see if he wanted to have a vacation with me and his mom... He disconnected that phone line and never gave me another. Probably wouldn’t even want me here… I didn’t know that the two of you had… made up. Guess that makes sense. He was always crazy about you...”

“They didn’t make up. She’s just nice. And he wasn’t crazy about her. Just crazy.” Hazel said. Grace frowned, but only rubbed her arm in response. Hazel took a deep breath and rested her head on Grace to try to calm down. Grace tried to keep Simon talk to a minimum. It always infuriated Hazel that she couldn’t protect her against him. It didn't matter that she was too young or that they didn't know each other when Simon hurt Grace. She. Wanted. To. Protect.

“Well, your… Grace is much appreciated.” Hazel narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, and she didn't even KNOW Grace's history with this man. “I lost one child a long time ago.” Hazel’s look softened and she sat up. “I didn’t handle it well. I didn’t look after Simon the way I should’ve. I thought that he didn’t really understand enough to be as affected as he was… Really, I lost two children, and I’m here to see if I can get one of them back, before it’s too late for him too.” Hazel’s face was soft and she dropped her things to get up and hug Mr. Laurent, who cried.

Grace didn’t want to be rude, but she gently separated them and pulled the 10 year old onto her lap. This man pulled a gun on her the last time she saw him. She wasn’t forgetting that shit, and she didn’t want him to, either. She certainly didn’t want her child bearing any of his emotional issues that HE caused himself. He didn’t LOSE two children. He lost one child, fucking turned his back on the other, and I became the only person in that boy’s life. Parents really felt entitled to do whatever shit that they wanted then expect you to just move on and forgive their asses. She couldn’t see Simon wanting this man here, either. But… that was the only family he had. Grace had felt that he deserved at least to potentially have a goodbye and give an apology to him.

Paying for his travel and getting a temp family bnb wasn’t that much for her, considering that Simon honestly might not make it out of this. She and Hazel were along for the ride because they both knew that she wasn’t leaving her with a sitter or something and Hazel had definitely become curious about this infamous Simon (who she mostly learned about by sneaking onto the Internet) and wasn’t going to say so, but probably lowkey wouldn’t mind him dying.

According to the Internet, he did some terrible things to her mom. She knew some of them, only the watered down and generic stuff that Grace told her in kid language. “We drifted apart, didn’t see eye to eye, hurt each other…” Those were not the kind of stuff she read that he really did to Grace. Hazel then wrote “We HATE Simon” on several of her possessions, and she was pretty firm in that stance. But… maybe this Simon’s dad dude wasn’t so bad, she was thinking.

Grace was thinking the opposite. Simon’s dad was just as responsible for what was up with Simon as Simon was, to her. Had Simon’s dad cared this much whenever Simon’s life wasn’t in jeopardy, maybe Simon would never BE here. Maybe Simon would have been the sweet boy that showed up for her recital after her telling him about it one night. The boy who learned the bus routes to be able to see her whenever he could. The one whose gray eyes she thought she was still looking into whenever she whimpered “I love you” in his arms… She angrily wiped away a tear and Hazel suggested, “Maybe we should go now, since he’s made it here.”

Grace realized that she was crying and strummed Hazel’s hair. “Yeah. I’m sure Mr. Laurent will call us if he needs something. We should get settled in for the night. I can bring your stuff to the bnb for you.”

He shook his head, “It’s in the rental car.” She simply nodded as she started picking up Hazel’s things. “Grace… Thank you.” She had a lot of things she thought to say.

Don’t thank me. This was so fucking stupid of me. Thank you? No, fuck you. You’re the reason he had no self control! I was too young to be trying to fill in YOUR space, your HOLE in his life, in his very formation! How dare you thank me! Thank me for what? For trying to look after him when we were a month apart in age? For lending him all of my resources, my family and my HEART - only to have him never be able to appreciate any of it, because why would he? Who taught him to appreciate? Who taught him to love? Not the man that ditched him with a horribly inept mother who had already dropped the ball and a kid DIED in the process! He RAISED HIMSELF, from the time he was 10!!! You. Fucking. Degenerate!

“No problem,” she said softly. “Simon was my best friend, once. Times like these, you try to forget the ugly parts and just do your best with what’s left.” More of her peacekeeper mumbo jumbo. It never felt so fake to say things like that before,

Once at the bnb, she and Hazel got washed up and dressed for the evening. Her parents came in about an hour afterwards, both irritated that she hadn’t told them sooner, but concerned about her and about Hazel. Hazel was asleep and Mr. Laurent hadn’t come to the bnb, so Grace headed back to the hospital. She saw him, staring straight ahead, looking wan and miserable. She took a deep breath and moved forward. “You never came to the place. I purposefully found a big spot to accommodate all of us. My parents are there with Hazel. You should go get washed up and eat, at least. Nothing you can do from this waiting room. I’ll sit here in case anything happens and call you when and if it does.”

“I don’t think I’m capable of driving at the moment. I’ll just stay.”

Grace frowned and sat beside him. “Why didn’t you stay back then?” Hazel wasn’t here now, she could be real. “Simon needed you so much. You just ignored him. You left him with a woman that you had to have known hated him. Simon went all over the world with my family, and nobody ever called in to check on him or spoke with my parents for more than two minutes to approve that he could come along… but tonight… you can’t even get up to go take a piss? Now, when he doesn’t need you, you’re here and won’t leave? What about when he was 10, being bullied and beaten up and ran into a school auditorium to escape it for a few minutes? Why weren’t you willing to be there for him, then?”

Tears were pouring down the man’s face. Aside from that, there was no reaction there. Simon cried in a similar way. That 'suffering in silence' that broke her heart every time. It wasn’t breaking her heart to see it from the older Laurent. “That’s not a rhetorical question. Where the fuck were you when Simon needed you, instead of me? Where were you when he was latching on to me and building this tether between us that even right now when I should be thinking about anything else, everything else, I’m here, for him, to see that he’s okay? Because I don’t know how to detach myself from everything we went through together, despite every fucking thing he’s done to me! Where the fuck were you?!?”

“I was broken. My family was broken. None of us were dealing with anything very well. I thought of all of us, Simon handled it the best. He cried a lot the first few days, but after that, he’d just read and write and do school and art stuff. It was like he had gotten over it. I didn’t want to put the grief back onto him. I tried to stay away from him, and it just became a bigger space over time and then, there was nothing between us.”

“Look. None of that explains to me why you weren’t the adult and didn't look after a kid who went through the most traumatic thing that he’s ever gone through. You were supposed to see him through it. Not… presume he’s okay because he wasn’t crying. You were supposed to make sure that he felt loved and supported. You were supposed to be willing to sacrifice for him. You didn’t and now you feel guilty. I get it.”

“You feel guilty too?”

“No. I don’t. I never did anything to hurt Simon, but he did everything to hurt me. I don’t just leave people because they did something, or because I’m feeling broken or because they seem fine. I’m there for people that I care about. I said I get it. I have empathy for you. I can’t relate. Because, I would never treat anyone the way you treated Simon, especially not my child!”

“The garage… That wasn’t you, was it? It was Simon. He was jealous and angry and finally had enough…”

“I’m not going to sit here and fill in any blanks for you. What I can say about that is that I had no idea what you were talking about when you pulled a gun on a 16 year old girl because of some photos that got knocked down.” Her eyes were filled with fury, though her face was tired. "Then you hug my daughter and speak to her like you see her value, when you would have threatened her life just as casually given the right circumstances for somebody like you. I've been thinking that if you were there for Simon he'd have been better. Maybe none of you are worth shit. People who hurt and threaten kids, blame them for their problems. Scar them for life…" She sighed, “Please, just go get some rest. It’s my shift, now. Someone he at least trusted at some point.”

He got up and left. Probably couldn’t take more of her harsh words. She felt better having let them off of her chest though. Her father had wanted to hire some gangsters to beat him senseless. Whenever the man did get beaten up by a group of robbers, Grace had always wondered if her dad made good on that. She never asked, though the Laurents didn't live in the safest neighborhood, so it was feasible that it had been a coincidence. She brought him here to make sure that Simon wasn’t alone. That didn’t mean she had to hold all of these things back that she was finally brave enough to dare ask.

For several days, they took turns, waiting. Simon was in intensive care and non responsive. They were allowed to visit, one at a time and for short increments. Grace was at his bedside, furious with herself that she was there, but looking at him, seemingly resting peacefully, half of his head shaved for surgery, bruises, bandages… tattoos galore… She held his hand as she tried to see his tattoos, but the robe made it difficult. When her cycle was up, she wondered, “Hey… do you know what his tattoos are of?” to one of the staff.

“Are you Grace?” They asked. She figured for security/visiting purposes.

“Yeah.”

“They’re umm… about you.”

“What do you mean? Like there’s an image of me?”

“No. The images are weird, but the words are all about you. The front and back sides.”

She didn’t know what that meant, but her turn was up and Mr. Laurent was impatiently trying to get into the area.

That’s who was with him whenever he woke up, in the private room that he had been moved to whenever he became more stable. Everyone was at the hospital at that time. Grace’s parents brought Hazel as soon as they found out that Simon was awake. He had to be seen by the doctor first and foremost, before anyone else was able to enter, so they were waiting. Grace was pacing outside of the door whenever the doctor came out and Simon and she locked eyes whenever this happened. He looked extremely surprised to see her again and she looked relieved? He was so confused. Why was she relieved? Why was she even here? In fact… why the fuck was his dad here? He looked over at him after the door shut and asked. “Who got you here?”

His father pointed towards the door and said, “Your friend, Grace. She’s outside waiting to hear how you are.”

Simon’s heart sped up and he had to lie back for a moment. “That doesn’t make any sense. Last time I saw Grace, she told me to fuck off and get some help. I didn’t get help and I almost got myself killed. What, is she here to make sure that I died?”

“She’s very concerned. She’s been here everyday. She was the first one here, and sometimes the last one to leave. She flew me out here and let me stay in one of those rental homes with her and her family. Her parents were here so that her daughter wouldn’t be stuck in a waiting room for hours and hours.”

“Grace and her family have been here?” Simon asked, disgusted, mostly with himself. He had betrayed all of them and their reasons for being there didn't matter. He needed someone… and Grace and her family were there.. He turned to look out of the window and sighed. “She made her kid come, just to see about me?”

“Hazel. She’s a really sweet girl. She drew me some cheer up cards…” Simon scoffed. “She reminds me of you.”

“Is that so?” Simon asked, yawning. Damn, that hurt. Doctor said he’d been stabbed 8 times, and that was after being hit with that board and kicked in the head, neck and ribs.

“She’s artistic and likes robots... has a thing for turtles... that’s not like you, but also, whenever I saw her, I thought that maybe she was-”

“Why am I alive?” Simon groaned.

“Whenever you were attacked, some of your internet friends wanted to raise blood for you. Grace was the only one who knew your blood type, so she let them know and they’d go to blood centers to donate in your name… Plus, she got me here, knowing we have the same blood type, and well… She’s just been… She’s been a real lifesaver. Literally. I wouldn’t have even known where you were and I certainly couldn’t have got here on my own. She’s a really special young lady… and I… Simon… The doctor told me about your tattoos.” Simon looked at his father for the first time since he first woke up. “The things you did to her…”

Simon grumbled as he pulled himself to sit up and look at his father, challengingly. “What about them, Dad?”

“Grace had some questions for me, some comments, some things to make me think and, I can’t help but feel like maybe if I had been better to you, a better father, that you wouldn’t have turned out to be…”

“To be what?” Simon asked, a slight smirk on his mouth, intense hatred in his eyes. “A monster? A criminal? An abuser? A heartless piece of shit?”

“To be in so much pain…” Mr. Laurent said. Simon’s smirk vanished. His father stood too close to his bed and looked too sad. Simon wasn’t sure what to do with that. “It was bad enough that you couldn’t work through what you did to Hope, but we didn’t even help you to work through how we were handling it. You needed us and we weren’t there for you. We let you fend for yourself and you got everything so wrong. We got everything wrong. We should have taken care of you. We should have kept loving you."

Simon flung his head back towards the window, a tear rolled onto his pillow. “Yeah, probably. But, it's done, now."

"We can always try again…"

Simon furrowed his eyebrows and cut off whatever suggestions his father had to ask, "Is Grace planning to come talk to me? If I have to face her, I'd like to be prepared."

"I think she will. She's been asking about the tattoos…"

"Well, send her in so that I can get it over with and she can take her kid and go back to her good life."

"I'll tell her…" Whenever his father left Simon tried to fix his hair and wipe his eyes. He had no idea what he must look like, but he knew it was bad…

Grace came into the room and smiled a small, cordial, obligatory smile. "Hey."

"He told me everything that you did. I'll pay you back for that."

She frowned and came closer. "I'm not pressed for money, Simon. How are you feeling?"

"Like I should be dead, but SOMEBODY got in the way," he teased.

"If dying was what you wanted to do, you should've told me," she said and shrugged her shoulders. He let out a one syllable laugh. Grace leaned on the bed and touched his hand. His fingers were trembling. "I still would’ve done the same thing, though.”

“Why did you?” Simon asked, staring at her.

She took a deep breath, “I don’t know.” They were silent for a moment. He stared out of the window, disappointed that it wasn’t a sign that she still cared… That it isn’t because she loves him… But, he knows that’s his fault. He had her love once and he destroyed that. “If I had to guess…” He turned to look at her again, hopeful. “I think it’s because no matter what you say and no matter what you did, I saw somebody that I thought I would know forever being harmed. I saw that nobody was doing anything useful to help. I didn’t know if you were going to make it and I wondered, if it were me… Would everybody just stand by and watch? Cry and complain over the Internet, while I died somewhere alone? Maybe that’s not terrifying for you, but dying alone sounds miserable to me, and I’m not the kind of person who could just want the worst for somebody I used to love, even though you hurt me.”

“Thank you.” It wasn’t something that he said a lot. She didn’t even know what he was thanking her for. Being there? Answering truthfully? “Are you going to leave, now?” The thought of her leaving made tears well up in his eyes. She knew that they were real so she knew that he didn’t want her to leave, but also… Wasn’t her business here done? He didn’t die alone, and she had a life to get back to. This might do nothing for his fear of abandonment, though.

“I might be able to stay a little while longer. Let me just check on Hazel.”

“The doctor said that 3 people can come in at a time, if you want to bring her in?”

“Ohhh… Well… She’s 10 and knows how to use the Internet, so… she knows things about you… and me…”

“Yikes. Sounds like there’s justice on the menu for me today. Bring her in.”

He was ill and weak, so Grace figured that this was the best time for him to see Hazel, if ever. He wasn’t going to have one of his tantrums in his condition, and Hazel actually was quite interested in knowing him after having learned more about his childhood from pestering Mr. Laurent every minute that he was around. The man said he didn’t mind, He liked talking about his children and he hadn’t been around kids in a long time.

“Hazel, I know that you and Mr. Laurent are having a lot of fun, but do you wanna meet my friend, Simon?”

“You’re friends again?” Hazel asked. Grace stammered, but Hazel cut her off, “Nevermind. Yes. I have something for him.” She reached into her Tuba tote bag as she walked past Grace into the room. Simon offered a smile to her. It was kind and warm. Grace noted that he looked almost innocent. His gray eyes even twinkled a bit. “Mr. Laurent, I’m Hazel Monroe. I’m meeting you.” She extended her hand to shake his. Simon shook her hand, not missing the fact that she didn't say "nice to meet you" or something friendly, then she handed over what she had removed from her bag. It was a copy of the first Book of Esmoroth. “I’ve made notes everywhere that I thought you went wrong.”

He opened the book and froze at the amount of various colored post its and notes in the margins. The book was filled with them and almost looked like a scrapbook with the bulkiness of it all. “That’s a lot of notes.”

“There was a lot wrong with it,” she quickly replied, matter of factly.

He laughed so hard that he hurt himself. Grace collected Hazel into a hug, worried, because Simon never laughed at criticism. Even her own would make him at least sulk. He was holding himself and trying to catch his breath.

Hazel added, “Overall, I enjoyed the book very much when I was 6… was your target audience 6 year olds?” He shook his head and wiped his eyes. “I didn’t think so. It’s still okay at my age, I guess. But, you’ll really have to step it up if you plan on being a good author someday.”

“I’ll keep these things in mind if they ever let me publish the other two.”

Hazel gasped and climbed onto his bed, “There’s two more?” She asked. “Does one center around the Idol Princess? Because, I know she’s supposed to be bad, but I actually really love her.”

Simon looked nervous about that. “Uh… yeah… Book 2 is all about her… but she isn’t in Book 3.”

Hazel gasped, “Did you kill her?” He nodded. She shook her head and climbed off of the bed. “You are a worse person than I thought.” She was ready to storm out of the room.

“I’m thinking of a rewrite!” Simon said, suddenly extremely interested in not disappointing her. She paused. “One where the Idol Princess has a power that no one could have expected inside of her. She rises from death and rebuilds herself as a True Queen…”

“Will she get to be a hero?”

Simon wiped his eye again, the tear provoked by a different emotion, this time. “She always was.”

“The Future King just didn’t know it. See…” Hazel turned around and returned to the bed, pointing at the book, “That’s in my notes. The Future King has a TERRIBLE habit of thinking things that just don’t make sense! I even wondered if the Idol Princess really WAS a bad person, or if that was just how he saw her, or just bad writing on YOUR part, because we couldn’t tell what was his mind or the narrator’s. Because she did a lot of nice things, but then again, a lot of those were for selfish reasons, so…”

“Hazel, why don’t you gather up your stuff, so we can let Simon get some rest?” Grace asked.

“She’s no bother. I’ve been unconscious long enough and I honestly never meet anybody passionate enough about my book for this type of dialogue.”

“It’s bothering me,” Grace admitted.

Hazel said, “Sorry…”

“Not you, Hazel. Just… this story. I don’t think I like it.”

Hazel gasped and she covered her neck with both hands, her sleeves fell and Simon noticed that she was wearing his charm bracelet. He felt… a lot of pain. Not the injury kind, but... he thought that was likely in the trash and not only was it not, but the most important person in Grace’s world had it now. Hazel asked, “Are you the Idol Princess?”

“I think I am,” Grace said, glaring at Simon.

“I was different, then. When the story started, we were 12. By the time I finished it… we were 16… I edited it and probably made her a little more deviant than was fair."

Hazel smiled at Grace, "I still liked her. Maybe I could see she was like you. Some problems, but really a good person." Grace smiled back.

"Please… I won't talk about it. Can you stay? Just a little longer? I…" Simon looked at his fingernails, which were grown out a little longer than his manicurist generally trimmed them to. "I just don't want to be alone… and you're the only person I…" he wanted to say "know," but he really didn't know this Grace, if he even had ever known Grace at all. Grace lifted his chin with her hand to make him look at her. "You're the only person that's ever known me." He finally said, his gray eyes pleading for her not to leave him.

Hazel's eyes clouded over, "You've gotta stay, now. Look at him. Look at how sad this boy is…" Grace sighed. "I'll keep Mr. Laurent company until GlamMother and Grandest get back. You make him less sad. You can do it." Grace propped the door open, just out of paranoia. Hazel said Mr. Laurent was "her friend," but Grace still didn't like or trust him and her parents seemed to have wandered off or left.

"I can stay a little while longer," she firmly declared. Simon sighed with relief… and pain. He was in a lot of pain, but he managed a smile. "Soooo… the tattoos…" The smile was plastered on his face, but he turned red at the mention of this. "I heard there's an apology for me in there somewhere."

He groaned to shift, despite her disapproval and attempts to stop him, and he managed to get the robe off of himself. There was something like a story book page there. She was shocked, to say the least. Tiny green script, interrupted here and there by an image - her hope chest, her silhouette, a crying brown eye, a shadowy monster… the words - apologies for everything he had ever done to hurt her, etched in ink on his skin..

"Official confession on my back, but I can't move enough to show you, or I'll definitely reinjure myself."

"Please don't!" She traced her finger over the words as she read them in full. Then, she didn't know WHAT to think. She just started crying. He reflexively reached for her and soon, they were both crying and holding on to each other. It was painful. He was physically in agony, but at the moment, holding Grace mattered more. He'd missed her and he was… just so sorry…

"I know that you'll probably never forgive me. I didn't even think we'd ever speak again. I just wanted to make sure that when I died, I'd have done that one good thing for you…"

“You’ve done plenty of good things Simon. And you haven’t died yet, so you’ve got time to do plenty more.”

“I’m gonna start by clearing your name and accepting my fate. You deserve that much, and that kid deserves for her mom to have a clean slate. She seems really cool. I can see why you fell in love with her.”

Grace didn’t know how to take what Simon was saying. He had said things before and didn’t mean them. Time could only tell if he was being serious or delirious from an extreme pain and highly medicated state. "I was interacting with your fans while you were down, and they might have a literal earth shattering crisis if you say this right now. There's no way they'll believe that I didn't come in here to manipulate and gaslight you into saying it…" He let go of her and frowned. "I'm only partially joking. Say whatever you think you need to. Far be it from me to stop my name from being cleared."

"The fact that I took it so far…" he shook his head, "I have to be just as passionate, if not more for clearing your name as I was in soiling it. I have to be a zealot."

"Wanna start with a hospital selfie?" She asked, pulling out her phone. He couldn't help but smile. It felt like… old times.. not exactly, because he was ripe with injury and riddled with guilt. But next to him was the prettiest girl in the world… and she seemed fine with being there. She tried taking a few then handed it to him because even injured, he probably could take a better one. The one that he liked the best was one where they both weren’t smiling too big, just settled, comfortable, if only for one moment, and seemingly content.

Simon borrowed her phone to both reactivate his social media sites, link everything possible, and to make an announcement of official apology, confession, and gratitude for Grace. With a very minimal update about his current condition. "That's a start, I guess." He said, logging out to give her back her phone.

As Grace figured, there were a lot of people who were suspicious that she had somehow harmed him or coerced the words out of him, but as she slipped back into her life in New York with Hazel and out of Simon's life in recovery at his dad's place, she felt new air in her lungs and a new leaf being turned over. Speaking of, she took the one out of Hazel's hair.. "Hey! What's the deal?"

She snatched one from a bush outside of the hospital and replaced it. Putting the old one into her wallet. "Simon finally told everyone the truth about me. I know that I've said it didn't matter, and honestly, to a certain extent, it didn't… but I like my name being associated with what I've chosen to associate it with."

"Do you think it means that he's changed?"

Grace tilted her head, "I think that it means that he's at least trying to."

"He didn't seem like that bad of a person. Just sad. Really, really sad. Maybe changing can make him a happier person."

"Maybe." That wasn't Grace's concern anymore, and she felt better than she could ever remember feeling with that certainty. Simon and I have settled everything now. Nothing hangs over my head.

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It’s 6am and Brandon woke me up when he got up to go to work so now... i answer asks bc i cant sleep.

@mileyzangel said: Can you please make a Harley Quinn hairstyle from both Suicide Squad and Birds of Prey?

I went and watched Birds of Prey the other night and it was really good. Brandon went to sleep I think tfgvhb. But I doubt I’ll try doing her hair from either of the films. @enriques4 is working on one for her Birds of Prey look if you are interested in that <3

Anonymous said: is tiny living worth it? im leaning towards the gameplay although i love cas. is the gameplay as bad as people say?

I honestly don’t think the new beds do anything. They’re... there. Lmao I think the CAS and buy items are very nice. If we get some cc murphy beds then that would make them a lot more usable tbh.

Anonymous said: how do you and ayoshi keep making some fantastic collabs?? y'all are literally the first people i go to when I make a fresh install and I can't wait to see what you do next

Anonymous said: AxA CC KINGS!!!

Anonymous said: you guys didnt have to snap like that on AxA

Anonymous said: I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PACK U AND AYOSHI DO PLEASE KEEP MAKING MORE

Anonymous said: another iconic ah00b x ayoshi collab YAS LESSGOOOO

We put a bunch of cc ideas (hair and clothes) in a discord server we have together and then work on the stuff together on call usually so each item is the way we both want me. Like for example i’ll be meshing the Ivy top while he works on texturing the ribbed version. We also only do collabs when they happen, we didn’t plan AxA 2019 or this new set, mainly just made cc starting in May and wrapped it up in July to release in August. Then this time we started making stuff late December and got most of it done by the time I got done with my break. Having a planned collab/deadline makes stuff less stressful and the stuff usually turns out better imo

Anonymous said: hi! ur sims are so prettyyyy what skin texture and eyes do u use?

Anonymous said: hi! wcif the eyes of the sim in the edit that Dogsill edited for you please? thank you!

Anonymous said: Hi! I really love the way your sims looks so, I was what skin and eyes you use?

I actually am changing my default eyes so I need to update my resource page soon ;n; but the skins they use are all listed for each sim on the resource page here

Anonymous said: you always name axa packs by the year but this one was named after a season those that mean.... 👀

We are wanting to do something in the fall, just not sure how our lives will be then ya know? There’s a chance that this will be the AxA 2020. Since we weren’t sure I didn’t want to label it that if 2 AxA’s release this year lmao

Anonymous said: what game is the pokemon thing you're playing!? pls help a guy out i'm in love with the art style

Pokemon Sword and Shield (I have shield) for Nintendo Switch. I’ll prob post more pics once I get some new shinies :P

@kristabunny said: lol is it bad that when I saw your Santana hair I read it as Satan Hair XD

tbhhhhh it was lowkey referencing that lmao. I made the hair in October for a speed meshing video and since it was around Halloween I was like “lemme give her an almost demonic name” also Santana from glee is a queen

Anonymous said: Tbh I absolutely adore your female cc but I LIVE for your male cc!!!

Thank you! lmao the only thing I can take full credit for is the AxA male hairs. I mesh the clothes for packs but ayoshi does the texturing for them.

Anonymous said: Could you have a go at the updo Dua Lipa has on the cover of her Future Nostalgia? The high bun with a flick in it and the strands of hair down the sides. Thanks if so :)

I’m not the biggest fan of the hairstyle tbh ;n; but we will see. (Physical is a serve, just saying)

Anonymous said: So ive never played pokemon before until my friend gave me a copy of pokemon moon. I love cats so of course my starter was a litten, but i had no clue about evolutions or anything like that. I was heartbroken when my cute litten turned into some big man cat :(

omg noooo ;n; yeah Litten is a cutie... incineroar is... well I got used to him tbh and kind of like him now? I absolutely hate scorbunny’s evolution (and most of the SWSH starters final evolution) so I think that made incineroar slightly better in my eyes. My shiny litten will be staying a kitten however :)

@multifandom-slytherin said: Hello! I love your cc! Would it be possible for you to make the bangs from your Bree Hair a separate accessory that you can put with other hairs (for example the BG low ponytail)? Thank you so much!

Anonymous said: have u considered making or allowing someone to make an acc version of your handmade bangs?

I have thought of doing accessory bangs tbh, I just like... don’t like using accessory bangs myself. So I’m not sure if I’ll end up doing it. I might try it for myself and see how many hairs they work with, and if it is a decent amount I’ll release.

Anonymous said: First off I want to say how amazing all of your hairs and collabs are! Second I was curious if you ever thought of going back to your old hairs and updating their thumbnails / display indexes so they matched your stuff now?

I really really wanted to have all my 2019 hairs updated by 2020. It was only January 2019-April 2019 that needed updated (thumbnails and display indexes). But I just lost motivation for doing it. I will focus on it next time I have a big break from school. Also planning on updating select stuff from 2018 and 2017.

Anonymous said: please put Sophia Barker in the gallery. PLEASEEEEE it's the most beautiful sim I EVER seen! >:3 PLEASEEE!!!!!!!!!!

She should be on there? I think? Make sure you have CC enabled and if you can’t find me through the gallery her tray files are here

Anonymous said: Hi! After the recent patch I started having a small issue with Bree hair(without bangs), when I zoom out it looks like a completely different hair, something similar to that one basegame hair that's layered with tips pointed outward but longer. Thought I'd let you know, maybe others have had a similar issue or maybe I need to change a setting or something. Love your work so much!

Really surprised this is the first time someone told me about this lmao. The hair should be updated now on SFS/Patreon <3

Anonymous said: I tried to look around for this on your "Asks" portion before bothering you (so sorry), but do you have a link perhaps for all the lips you use on your models? Are they in game or a cc you create? Thanks so much! Love all of your work! I'm super new to cc stuff and I found yours like 2 days ago and have been going nuts with downloads lol

like presets? None of my cc models use a lip preset. I do use this slider on some of them though. For lipsticks, that is listed for each model on my resource page <3

Anonymous said: i’ve been looking for a hair like lexi that i actually like forever and now i find it but it’s for paterson peeps and i’m like actually broke and i’m like :/

im sorry ;n; at least it wasn’t too long of a wait? :/ I hope you liked the hair

Anonymous said: I can't find your jisoo ponytails in your downloads?

they’re in my retired section... may they rest in peace. scroll to the bottom of my downloads and youll see ‘RETIRED.’ click that for the retired download page.

@eclypt-0-sims said: Hi, I recently started making MM hair and I know you're probably an expert at this but; every time I go into CAS to test a hair, all of my accessories clip with the hair. Like the hair texture would cover some glasses if my sim was wearing glasses. I don't know how to fix it, someone told me to delete an eye weight in blender but I don't really understand weight painting that much, any suggestions? love your content btw

this is a late as hell reply i’m sorry. I think that you have texture where the glasses texture would be. Hair texture should only be in hair section or hat section (if you don’t want it hat compatible). Here is a UV map layout that I use for making hair textures. It shouldnt have anything to do with weights

Anonymous said: Do you use reshade when you take previews for your cc? and also is the tropical punch ombre overlay a palette or did you make it?

I do use reshade when I take cc previews. It adds a bit of saturation to my sims and gives them some shadows under their chin/clothes. Nothing major. Also, myself and @imvikai came up with the tropical punch palette together.

@little-eris said: You probably have answered this before but who drew your tumblr icon? I’ve seen the same art style with other simmers 👉🏼👈🏼 it’s super cute!

thank you! here is their twitter

Anonymous said: The male sim in your Tiny Living review looks soo familiar; was there inspiration from anyone IRL? The person he reminds me of isn't even famous so I don't even know! He is very pretty though *-*

He was a gallery sim that I just revamped a bit so I’m honestly not super sure lmao. But he is very attractive yes I agree

that concludes this ask ceremony please collect your things and move to the exit to your left. fvghbjn if you sent something I didn’t answer and it was off anon I’ll get to you soon (person who asked what beards I used for AxA... I see you)

#asks #not me spending an hour doing this #im actually kinda tired now but do i sleep #or do i just stay up... i have class at 12 #it is 7am now

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milkbreadtoast · 5 years ago

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Could you sum up your character's personalities? I wanna know more about them! :D Oh! and do you use any songs as inspiration for them?

HI!!!! YA i can try!!! THANK U SM FOR ASKING…. I’m gonna try to give the gist???

Clover (green hair) is the protagonist..! (they/them, she/her… mayy change to just they/them tho not sure? non-binary, likes girls) 22 y/o grad student for anthropology(i think).. interested in world mythologies(which in this universe is um…real)…korean-american studying in korea. They have a chill, friendly personality.. open minded, good w/ ppl and kids, v curious and willing to try new things, p unfazed and unafraid of a lot of things ahah. Loves their friends…p aro and oblivious to romance/flirting aha.. at least, they seem v chill on the outside! probably stressed/tired on inside but ^_^ on outside.. clover also likes nature, growing plants, and reading/writing… they’re 5′1″ and v nonthreatening haha

Eunsung is a gumiho, korean 9 tailed fox demon. She/her, 5′7″, lesbian (soft butch)!! immortal, but human equivalent age ~23 (has lived centuries). Serious and elegant/composed normally, might seem icy at first. Despite this she’s gentle-hearted and likes taking care of others.. Has a strong sense of justice and desire to protect, esp those weaker. Seems cool at first but can actually be pretty awkward.. She’s also the type to be unintentionally rly charming and unaware of her effect on others ahah. She also has a dark past um…(GONNA WITHOLD DETAILS FOR NOW) but atm she’s just trying to live a normal life.. She normally is composed but can be really scary when mad… oh also she is really strong skjdfh. Has Issues w/ her family and is estranged from them (especially her Mom, who is….. evil lol also a legend). Her passion/talent is singing!! she loves to sing… its an outlet for her troubles… Also i do have 1 voice claim for her so far jsdfSKDJFHDS it’s clara c… specifically the songs “by the blue”, “quesadilla”, and “brighter days”…i associate those songs w/ her skdkfjshdh

Oh also Eunsung rly likes food and eats a lot??? just a little tidbit skdfjhs

Melo, like Eunsung, is also a demon! She/her, lesbian (femme), ~22 (has lived longer), 5′11″ (tol...) She’s mixed...her mom is a korean dragon, and her dad is a merman... (her human form is also mixed korean/black) I haven’t designed her form yet yet, but she’s a dragon!! But she is water elemental and has water powers. She’s the guardian of a body of water (like a portion of the sea? or a small sea? smth like that) She has a easygoing, playful, affectionate personality.. the type to lightly tease people and think everyone is cute lol.. She also is lowkey chaotic,, she’s a daredevil and likes doing things that she thinks will be interesting..hates being bored (and she gets bored a lot as a nature guardian lol) Also almost always smiling ^_^ Even when she’s mad she is ^_^ but scary... She’s rly friendly but also has the vibe of not revealing her secrets...

Melo and Eunsung have some history... also their families have beef (specifically between her mom’s side, the dragons, and eunsung’s mom...) Also, melo and eunsung both have super strength...just saying... They also have demon powers that I still need to flesh out! (i have some ideas) Also, melo especially likes teasing eunsung... EUNSUNG IS THE TYPE THAT’S FUN TO TEASE LOOL

Yeoreum is a human psychic... she’s the youngest of the group, at 20...she/her, lesbian, 5′5″. she has psychic powers that manifest in the form of purple and red flames! She’s a trained fighter (eunsung also is) and knows martial arts and swordfighting... her fire powers are also very strong! She has duties as a spirit medium.. regularly deals with demons and the like. She comes from a family of demon hunters and shamans. Her family is pretty shitty...........

She doesn’t trust others or open up easily, and she doesn’t make friends easily....she’s a tsundere.... Despite being the youngest, she is very mature and responsible, and is very hard on herself...hates showing weakness. She’s a very diligent, hardworking, serious type.. def the type to overwork herself and never feel satisfied.. Also, she Feels a lot...she’s the most hot tempered and she cries easily (which she hates bc...sees it as a weakness...) def the type to angry-cry!! She’s someone who had to “grow up” early...

Even tho she has duties as a spirit medium/shaman, her passion is dance!! she’s more of a hiphop dancer/breakdancer (so not like, ballet). It’s also an outlet for her, like singing for eunsung, and she works really hard at it too! despite being normally reserved, she’s bold and confident when dancing..

Yeoreum also likes sweets, gets flustered easily, and is realllyy gay lol

(also that’s the only fullbody pic I have of her but the outfit isn’t canon skjdfh it’s just a placeholder!!)

#triggs-jpg #OC #spirit master's #my fingers hurt from typing!!#TY FOR THE ASK #there's more charas (like eunsung's fam) but...main 4 for now...

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springday-aus · 5 years ago

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Enemies to Lovers!AU with Doyoung

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Group: NCT

Member: Kim Doyoung

Genre: fluff, romance

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 1.8k

okay so Doyoung is the mom friend of the lil high school!Dreamies

he’s got these mama bear instincts whenever he’s around them

all he wants to do is protect them because the world is awful

except for Donghyuk

Doyoung thinks Donghyuk can protect himself

I’m kidding……. not really though

anyways

he’s always making sure they’re always hydrated and eating all their meals

if they weren’t, he would make sure they got their reusable bottles filled or treat them out

sometimes he’ll just make large ass portions of food and give them some

Chenle and Jisung literally exploit this down to the core

Doyoung did catch on…... and nagged them………

……… only to keep feeding them later on lol

speaking of nagging

jeSUS

Jaemin: “my ears are getting closer to bleeding because of Doyoung”

Jeno: “he lectures me more than my actual mom”

Jaemin: “………….that sounds about right”

and like the dreamies…. they make these jokes all the time, but like….

at the end of the day….. everyone knows that it’s Doyoung’s way of showing that he cares

so, where do you fit in?

well, with the mom friend, there’s the dad friend

that’s you

you’re the whole package, from the dad jokes to the barbeque skills

you care for the dreamies just as much as Doyoung

like giving them relationship advice or spending some free time with them so they get to relax from school and life stuff

since you aren’t with them as much, you even give them some money from time to time if they need it

it’s like a cute little family

but….. there’s a catch……….

despite being the mom friend and the dad friend……. y’all do NOT get along

it’s almost like y’all got a bad divorce

Renjun: “I feel like I’m being asked which of my parents I like better”

Jisung: “how are we even supposed to respond to that?”

Renjun: “I suddenly don’t speak Korean”

Jaemin: “tHAT’S NOT FAIR”

anyways

one time y’all got dinner together as a whole group and….

yIKES

let’s just say there was an argument……

in front of the kiddos……. and the restuarant…....

and it was NA S TY

like y’all were real close to throwing some hands

no one dares to bring it up to this day nor does anyone try to plan another full fam outing……

Jeno: “we’re not involved, but we’re involved”

Chenle: “hmmmm, we love tea”

anyways

even though all of nct know what’s up……

(because Doyoung doesn’t ever stop to complain about you—cue side eye from literally everyone)

it didn’t stop them from planning a whole group vacation

and I mean WHOLE group so that means...

with you

because the dreamies begged Doyoung……..

when Doyoung asked you to come, you really stretched it

You: “sorry, what was that??? you??? need??? me???”

Doyoung, with gritted teeth: do it for the kids, do it for the kids

basically, Johnny and Jaehyun have lake houses near the shore and for spring break, y’all went together

and they thought it’d be fun to have everyone there

could you imagine a space that’d fit all of these boys like……. jesus christ

anywho—lakehouse, plus ot…. (god knows how many members there are now)

let’s just say like 20 of them

so, when you and Doyoung first arrive, y’all just kind of ignored each other….

because like no one wants to get between y’all

but like, as time went by, the small things started to build-up

like Doyoung’s side comment on your outfit…..

and your comment on his food…….

oof

Lucas: “how much did I miss???”

Taeyong: “you have no clue dude”

so everyone just let it happen

however…. some of the dreamies thought of this as an opportunity

by dreamies, you know I mean Donghyuk, Chenle, and Jisung….

basically, the troublemaker line

so, you all planned to go kayaking on the lake right

obviously, Doyoung planned it because the dreamies wanted to try it and they were like

“LET’S INVITE DAD”

Doyoung: “............................. I guess”

so y’all head out and it’s fun

like y’all have actual fun as a group

even though you and Doyoung are in the same kayak…… lowkey ignoring each others presence

……….. until Donghyuk decides to come out of nowhere……

and fucking takes your ores

and with pleasure—he’s literally laughing when he sees your faces

Jisung: “WORK OUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU ARE ADULTS”

Chenle: “DON’T BOTHER CALLING UNTIL YOU TWO ARE MARRIED AGAIN”

**cue them quickly trying to row away in order to avoid you and Doyoung’s wrath**

so what happens?

almost nothing for like 30 minutes

but then Doyoung speaks up

Doyoung: “we can just pretend we like each other until we get to shore”

You: “that’s an idea that would have been nice about 20 minutes ago”

he just loses his temper with you and explodes

Doyoung: “literally, why are you so rude to me?”

can you believe the fucking audacity???

Doyoung’s literally been so rude to you since like week one and you could not figure out why

he’s always giving you nasty looks and it rubs you the wrong way

meanwhile, Doyoung can’t understand what your deal is with him

like you’ve been shutting him out since y’all met

both of you understand that y’all are only rude to each other……. because the other person’s rude…….

right????

You: “I should be asking that—why are YOU so rude to ME??”

Doyoung: “what are you talking about? you clearly started this whole fiasco”

You: “eXCUSE ME??? you literally look down on me all the time and I don’t understand why—did I do something to offend you?”

Doyoung: “....... I just thought…….. you…. had a problem…. with me……”

You: “.... I thought you had a problem with me…..”

…... well…. things have officially become awkward

so nct did find out what the lil troublemaker line was up to and came to get y’all

but like….. it was weird….

because y’all looked embarrassed as hell about the whole situation

later that night, after everyone went to sleep

you were out on the shore, looking at the beach with a lil fire you made and a glass of beer

Doyoung comes out as well and he spots you

so he heads over to you with a glass of wine in hand and sits next to you

not super close to you, but close enough for you to notice

Doyoung: “you might want to head in, you could catch a cold”

You: “if that’s the case, why are you out here?”

Doyoung: “..... valid point”

y’all just kind of sit there in silence, looking out at the waves…. it’s nice

it’s kind of the first official time y’all are not fighting

even in the dark, you can see he’s got handsome features

with the anger subsided…… you can see he’s got a good face

it’s okay though, he’s just noticing how cute you are too

eventually, he speaks up: “I’m sorry for the way I treated you before... I just thought you were rude to me so”

you didn’t think he’d say anything about the whole misunderstanding

You: “don’t be, it was my fault too for assuming, I’m sorry too”

tsk, tsk, common miscommunication

anyways, after that moment, you two were slowly making up for the bad times on the rest of the trip

y’all are kind of in your own little bubble,

whereas, everyone’s just confused

Jaemin: “are we in an alternate universe?”

Jeno: “maybe bc one of their plans actually worked”

Chenle: “this is why you should listen to us more”

Jisung: “we come up with the best plans”

Renjun: “no”

meanwhile

Mark: “I’m confused, do they like…. not hate each other?”

Donghyuk: “Mark, can you please keep up with the program?”

this even continues when y’all get back

the dreamies like to call this “the process of re-marrying”

because lowkey y’all end up lowkey dating

eventually, y’all do go out without the dreamies and it’s….. nice bc it’s kind of an official date

first, it was all casual like lunch

or brunch bc there was a coupon date deal and Doyoung wanted to use it

then y’all moved to dinner…. and then movies….. and other dates like when the fair came to town, shopping dates, or browsing through IKEA

you swore that you needed to get a new desk chair and y’all literally left with nothing LMAO

okay but like the dreamies rights?

they def followed y’all on some of the dates

the whole hoodies, fake mustaches, holding up the menus shit

Doyoung: “should we tell them we’ve seen them since the bus stop?”

You: “nah, they’ve been following us for a while, they might as well stay to get something to eat”

Jaemin: “WE’VE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT LOOK AT HOW SLICK WE ARE”

Doyoung: *pays for their meals*

Donghyuk: “I can’t believe I got roped into this shit”

anywho

dating Doyoung feels like having a housewife

he’s constantly making sure you’re eating six meals a day

(because he read online that it’s better for your metabolism)

which is without the snack breaks

…….. which Doyoung also preps for you………

and the dreamies of course

he’s got like EVERYTHING in his bag because ANYTHING could happen

also he’s gonna do that thing where he checks to make sure you got everything

imagine him with a little satchel and you literally have everything in your clothes with deep ass pockets

Doyoung: “where’s the medicine?? where’s the tissues???”

You: “babe, I only need my keys and my wallet”

anyways

he’s always gonna give you a kiss on the cheek before you go

there’s the full parent dynamic in the works

and even though the dreamies are glad “the parents” have made up

they do that thing where they scream when y’all kiss, or show just general affection in front of them

Chenle: “JISUNG IS STILL TOO YOUNG TO SEE THIS MONSTROSITY”

Jeno: *covering Jisung’s eyes* “you’re the role models here, what type of example are you setting for us”

Renjun: “happy for you, but ew”

Doyoung: “I want new kids”

anyways lots of warm hugs from Doyoung

like full-on hugs—he doesn’t give half-ass hugs

(unless it’s to Donghyuk……… joking)

that also means cuddling sessions for days

You: “I need to pee”

Doyoung: “................ just two more minutes”

the mom in him is like super supportive

like I’m talking ALL the banners and the pompoms

also cheers with your name

god he’s so embarrassing but you love him

bro I’ll bet good money that he gonna start nagging you too

but you know he means well

cause even though he’s telling you to stop playing in the rain with the dreamies, nagging you about your procrastination on your work, or complaining about the messes you make

you best believe that he’s gonna make you soup when you get sick, help you with your work, and help you clean up

Doyoung: *telling you about how you need to dry your hair immediately after to prevent colds and headaches from occurring*

also as he’s nagging, he’s got a towel and a hairdryer in his hands

You: **heart eyes** “I love you”

Doyoung: “you better, I’m not working this hard for you to die early”

You: “jusT LOVE ME BACK”

Doyoung: “so needy, I love you too idiot”

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fallingin-like · 5 years ago

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november 17

above the clouds by @gluupor [requested by @fuzzballsheltiepants]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this is an absolutely amazing fic that features airships, android!neil, and fantastic world-building. it’s a really fun and adventurous read, but still contains enough angst to break your heart. if you haven’t read this yet, drop everything and read it now. if you have read it, read it again.

okay i enjoyed this fic so much that i cannot put it in words. i remember when i first read it, i always get so excited when i see that you’ve posted and i read it in an hour, the time passing by so quickly. i couldn’t pull myself away and was reluctant to go back to real life after i finished reading. all your characters are so entertaining and as always, are integrated so nicely into this au.

things that stood out to me:

”over the khazak grass plains, year 1424 new era (ne), january” i just think that this adds a lot to the story so efficiently. we have a location and time and i just feel like this sort of title/header establishes a tone (makes me feel a steampunk/sci-fi kind of vibe). i’d be interested in how you came up with which locations and years to use?

”andrew shut off the engines and revelled in the silence. he could still hear the mechanical noises that resulted from keeping the gasbag at the appropriate pressure to maintain their altitude, but it was as quiet as it got aboard an airship.” i love this, mostly because i can relate to it? i’m really used to driving with music on, but lately i’ve been turning off the radio and driving in silence which is a really interesting experience, especially since i drive an electric car for work which is really quiet most of the time. also it introduces us to the airship!

”neil would eventually man the flight deck for night watch as he didn’t require any sleep” i am immediately invested in this version of neil and want to know EVERYTHING that he is capable of doing

andrew is wearing a scarf that nicky knitted for him!!! that is adorable! both nicky doing this for andrew, but also andrew wearing it!

your description of the monster is amazing. i would love to explore it. on the ground though (i am afraid of heights and not as brave as andrew lol) i saw that you were inspired by the mortal engine series and i can definitely see aspects of this both here and in later portions of the fic although i only watched the movie which was… interesting haha. were there any other sources of inspiration? i found that this reminds me a little of the films ‘alita, battle angel’, and a little bit of ‘castle in the sky’ as well

having little glowing things in their lamps instead of fire? woah that’s so cool

”neil was futzing around inside it with a tiny screwdriver” LOVE the word futzing. i’ve not heard it before, but it feels right. also it’s kind of cute that they are all helping each other out on the ship

algae bricks and beetle bricks? do they just,,, bite into it? because that feels so chaotic to me. lol mix into water and make it into mush? i am currently very grateful for the food i have

”jealous, aaron? don’t worry; i’ll come service you once i’ve got andrew settled tonight.” NEIL, YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

”’better do it in the reclaimer,’ said kevin, taking him literally. ‘we need to preserve water if we’re headed to palmetto before our next resupply.’” one of the many things that i love about your writing is your amazing characterization of mr kevin day. what a legend

”he wasn’t entirely sure why he wasn’t telling the others about wymack’s summons; there was something about it that put him on edge and he wanted to keep it to himself for now.” oh nO this is bad news!! you did a great job of introducing this undercurrent of worry into a scene that had just been so light and funny

“‘yes, i did,’ said andrew, keeping his voice steady. ‘last week before we headed into the plains.’” my stomach dropped at this point, memory problems are always so scary because it’s so hard to tell what the source of the problem is. andrew’s calmness is directly contrasting this, but it feels like it takes effort which is even scarier!

”andrew had spent his childhood shutting down any emotions. they’d been a liability in the type of life he’d led” and ”he had been destined for a short life with a brutal end. sometimes that seemed preferable to how much caring about other people could hurt. he often cursed those responsible for how his life had changed” ahhh this is so sad, but also really soft? because he’s come so far? and he’s opened himself up and let himself be vulnerable by caring

hearing the backstory of the twins is so interesting to me, you do a great job at both establishing this world that these characters are living in and how they fit in with it

”andrew was left with little choice but to do something nice to shut him up” i think this is one of the most andrew-like sentences to be ever written haha

”by all rights he should have died in the slums, but instead-and andrew was never sure exactly how he’d done it-he’d attached himself to andrew and aaron, like a barnacle that they couldn’t remove and grudgingly came to care about” cute!!! the tone is really andrew-like too

woah all these languages are pretty cool! i like the idea of having a common trading language, and the idea of having mandonese and spanglish is interesting.

”that seedy is mine” I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THIS AT FIRST BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY. lowkey reminds me of the lego movie haha. also seems fitting of kevin to collect ancient artifacts, even if he doesn’t really know what they do

ANDREW AND AARON AS GANG LEADERS YES PLEASE. i absolutely love it when people have such a great reputation. very exciting to hear that drake is not going to be an issue in this fic!!! wait a second… andrew and aaron were 16? so small!

hmmm i am interested how kevin got stuck in shanghai?

bad news that wymack is asking neil to stay on the ship. all this mystery and hiding is making me feel like things are not looking so good

”he’d forgotten again that it was bee whom andrew wanted him to see” NOOOOO

ohmygoodness the usbee. do they pronounce it uzz-bee? because that’s definitely how i picture them saying it and it is so funny to me.

”i informed you that people are after you because i actually care about what happens to you, you miserable little gremlin” i really can never say it enough, but i love the way you use affectionate insults like this so so much.

”’oh, you know,’ said andrew idly, ‘those that slay together slay together.’” NO BIG DEAL.

”a nobody who got the drop on you. better luck next time” NEIL I KNOW THAT YOU REALLY CAN’T HELP IT BUT PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF AROUND SOMEONE WHO YOU KNOW IS SO DANGEROUS

”’this time, it was eavesdropping,’ said neil brightly” he’s so enthusiastic!! cute!!

”how do you travel now?” i am also interested in this!! for all i know, he just slides through shadows and pops up wherever andrew is haha

”neil flicked his fingers dismissively. andrew’s eyes narrowed at the performance. he wasn’t this dramatic, was he?” i am very sorry to break it to you, but andrew minyard you are one of the most dramatic people ever

ooooh dang neil is good. does his android body not process poison? also where did he get the knowledge that andrew was going to be set up anyway?

”within a few hours neil had forgotten the whole conversation, but he retained the knowledge that andrew had forced him to see bee and wasn’t happy about it” noooo why is this happening, it’s so heartbreaking to see neil forgetting things (also feels extra-bad because alzheimer’s runs in my family and this could definitely be me in the future which is Scary) and i Hate when andrew and neil are fighting because andrew is just trying to take care of neil!!! ;-;

”mickey, the mouse-shaped god of old america” OHMYGOODNESS

as startling it must have been to andrew, hearing about the moriyamas previously owning neil, i’m curious what was going through neil’s mind during this conversation. it must be so disorienting, not remembering your past. all of a sudden, you just started existing

”’shoot them. escape on the monster,’ said andrew. that was their usual plan for hostility they didn’t want to deal with.” i mean, i guess that’s a pretty solid plan. LOL

ohmygoodness katelyn also having red hair and blue eyes? “andrew always pretended not to notice that he and aaron had suspiciously similar taste in people, gender notwithstanding” LOLOL

”neil’s tension was ratcheting higher the longer they stayed in the region, something which he wouldn’t explain to andrew’s satisfaction.” ahhhh we! need! better! communication! what is neil hiding?

I HATE THAT NATHAN IS GOOD AT ACTING. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BELIEVE HIM SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I KNOW HE’S LIKE SUPER SUPER EVIL AND IS GOING TO HURT EVERYONE NEIL AND ANDREW KNOW.

thank you andrew for knowing better and for always thinking ahead. i feel like i can really trust you to take care of neil (and you, gluupor to take care of these characters even if sometimes you break my heart while doing so)

andrew: mawp mawp mawp mawp mawp mawp (LOVE THIS)

”wymack had always said it was because andrew had a death wish but it was really just because he liked going fast” this is really cute! both in this fic and in the series, andrew is like this and he had so little enjoyment as a child, was forced to grow up so quickly, and i’m grateful that he gets to have these little things

”’’M not,’ muttered andrew, too hot to put any effort into lying” so cute!!!

”stop and take a look? sure, why not? i don’t think we’ve got anything else pressing taking up our time right now” I CANNOT GET OVER HOW FUNNY THIS FIC IS

”’old news,’ said aaron. ‘we’ve moved on. now we’ve decided to crash into the sea’” it turns out that sometimes i actually really like aaron! now is one of those times.

oh my goodness, neil speaking only spanglish and BITING. “neil spat several curses at him before literally spitting as well” the scary thing is, this is still in character for neil haha

that’s so sweet of wymack to give andrew his ship!! ahh he’s such a soft character and i’m glad that all the foxes have someone who is taking care of them

what a beautiful way to wrap up this fic! also i feel strangely glad that nathan wasn’t actually the one to invent the tech needed to create neil. he’s too gross and evil to create such an intricate and wonderful person like neil.

BURIED IN ASH FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS WHAT

WAIT VALLEY OF SILICA LOL

oh dang yellowstone supervolcano. i’ve learned a tiny tiny bit about that and it’s actually pretty scary thinking about the consequences of it erupting and also knowing there is basically nothing we can do to stop that from happening and also very little we can do to predict it

andrew and neil are so so cute ahhh

also quick shoutout to the amazing art featured in this fic! so beautiful.

i love the flashbacks that you include. they provide valuable information and understanding of how the characters have developed, but it also gives a bit of a break from the intensity of the main plot. we get a little time to breathe and recover.

as the story travelled to different areas of the world, it was really interesting to see how you included history into it. i think my favourite story was the volcano and the ash-winter that followed. kind of scary to think of the possibility of that actually happening, because even though we have pretty cool tech, i don’t think things would go well. you do such a great job with your world-building, i never found myself confused about what was happening, the geography of it, the new tech, and the politics. i loved how you were able to smoothly include canon events/characters/things and have it work so well within this au.your descriptions are so so good and make this fic really immersive, i feel like i’m experiencing them with the characters.

definitely one of my favourite things about your writing is how you consistently do such an amazing job of incorporating humour and little character quirks into the fic. it really shows how much skill and talent you have because it’s always effortless and reads so easily. it fits well with the characterization and tone of your fics. i will forever be a fan of your dialogue and all the interactions between everyone seemed so realistic.

i’m continually impressed by your consistently marvelous storytelling. you manage to captivate me no matter what subject you choose. thank you so much for writing this!!

#above the clouds #aftg fic review #raelle writes

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bondsmagii · 5 years ago

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Tell us about your OC [Redacted], how big of a bastard are they?

I’m just gonna use this as an excuse to introduce a bunch of my OCs using the highly scientific Bastard Rating System:

1/5: traces of bastardry2/5: traces of bastardry with selected examples of Extreme Bastardry3/5: many examples of Extreme Bastardry, but with Good or at least Necessary Reason; one or two moments of Just Plain Bastardry4/5: Just Plain Bastardry, with elements of Intentional Sadistic Bastardry5/5: King Bastard of Bastard Mountain, Let All Those Who Bear Witness Feast Upon His Bastardous Doctrine

so, with that in mind…

OC Bastardry Levels:

Zekiel Tozyehr: Shades of Magic OC for an Extensive AU of mine, Last Antari in Black London™, goin thru it, delightful accent, reads a lot, has spent a good portion of his life wishing Osaron would leave him alone, Bites Off More Than He Can Chew, definitely a badass and definitely doesn’t realise it until long after everybody else, did not see another human for two decades and therefore any interaction is bound to be wild. bastard rating: 3/5 (doesn’t seem fitting? you’ll see)

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Yakov [yet to be last-named]: revolutionary for a good cause, does nasty deeds in name of said revolution, loves his wife, likes to stare at nature, Angsts over said deeds, sexy scars, many believe him to be the craziest motherfucker to walk Siberia since Rasputin, enjoys a good sunset. bastard rating: 3/5

Anatoly Roslyakov: one of Yakov’s second-in-commands, also a revolutionary for a good cause, Gets His Hands Dirty So You Don’t Have To, has literally no bad feelings over it whatsoever, is well aware that he’s like that as a person so takes one for the team, most reviled member of the squad but gives good honest no-nonsense advice, good husband, great dad, too smart for his own good. bastard rating: 4/5

Anastasia [yet to be last-named]: the other of Yakov’s second-in-commands, Mad Lad, absolute nutcase, 4′11 goblin, WILL use your assumption that her height renders her harmless to headbutt you in the kidneys, bisexual icon, loves her grandma, will kill a man if necessary but doesn’t feel the Rush Of The Kill, likes to play piano and sing maudlin songs at parties, if you Soviet historians out there think she sounds familiar it’s because she’s his great-granddaughter. bastard rating: 3/5

Nadezhda Sharonova: Literature Bitch™, absolutely the only person in this group with brain cells, God She Puts Up With A Lot, ends up way out of her depth but comes out swinging, A Bitch Has Anxiety, good poetry will make her cry, if you debate her she’ll probably put a pencil behind her ear and then point her newly free hand at you and you know you’re dead, very against murder but shit gets wild sometimes. bastard rating: rare non-bastard

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Percival “Percy” Mulholland: decadence & aesthetic baby, wears Gucci, billionaire at like age 20 but is cool about it, can and will fly all his friends to some fancy location to stay on his fucking yacht, thirty-seventh in line to the British throne, so full of love probably against his best interests, Thot, Part-Time Himbo, nerd, Has A Lot Of Demons, will always be found lounging on a piece of furniture with wine. bastard rating: 3/5

Reuben Sjöberg: as a 6′7 albino person who always wears white he is well aware of the fact he’s probably the most interesting person you’ll ever see, Has A Dreadful Secret, too manipulative for his own good, Sounds Good In Theory But Wait What The Fuck Reuben, terrible ideas abound, Source Of All Trouble, Swedish but speaks better English than anyone in the group. bastard rating: 4/5

Adrian Urquhart: small, gay, will fight you through tears, knows all the gossip at all times, pretty much knows everything about everything, might not tell you until it’s too late, Heretic Catholic™, Spite is a Good Motivator, needs a nap, could probably benefit from a little more backbone, Crouching Introvert Hidden Thot. bastard rating: 2/5

Charlotte Brown: very pretty and very unassuming, knows it, dresses like she wandered out of the fae realm, seems dreamy and distant but never misses a single fucking beat, if she can’t smooth an argument out nobody can, Theatre Bitch™, when at parties she’s lowkey always looking for an excuse to throw her drink over somebody in outrage. bastard rating: 2/5

Niamh Connolly: from Belfast and will not soften her accent for the sake of the poor posh bitches around her, here to cause A Ruckus™, punk lesbian icon who absolutely has punched a Nazi, very strong morals that cause a lot of trouble down the line, probably the only person in the group who’se not a fucking nutcase, very outspoken, letting her drive is not recommended. bastard rating: 2/5

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Aidan Mirza: Dumbass Narrator™, very gay, grew up constantly wishing for an adventure and boy did he get it, Supernatural Abilities [wiggles fingers while saying ‘OoOoOoOhhh’], too loyal for his own good, I Just Hate This Town Yanno?, lives with A Lot, calm on the outside screaming on the inside, means well but what the fuck. bastard rating: 2/5

Vertigo “Tigo” Havlíček: green hair don’t care, named after a literal carnival ride and not even mad about it, heir to a cursed funfair and is a bit mad about that, Even More Supernatural Abilities, sees too much, Am I The Only Person Going To Do Anything Around Here?, may be responsible for dozens of deaths but he can explain he swears, probably could do with admitting there’s a problem sooner. bastard rating: 3/5

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Cameron Torrance: anger issues out the ass, disgruntled night shift cashier, alcoholic, Me? Traumatised? Ha!, serious violent PTSD that he will NOT acknowledge, murderer (self-defence), murderer (dealing with some things), You Ever Just Look Around And Think ‘This Might As Well Happen?’, very fucked up confused and oftentimes rancid morals, probably survives by remembering he’s not as bad as Jasper. bastard rating: 4/5

Jasper Tuozzo: runs a deep web murder room, lives to torment the shit out of Cameron, night shift milk delivery driver with a great discomfort of driving at night, smokes like a chimney and will bum cigarettes whenever he can, murderer (because it’s fun), nasty trauma in childhood but sincerely not enough to explain this, hasn’t given a fuck about anything since 1987. bastard rating: 5/5

Francis “Frankie” Morrison: university student, tired, very cute, gets excited if asked to accompany someone on errands, somehow Cameron’s boyfriend and somehow loves him dearly, worries a lot, far too innocent for his own good, cooks for people, hilarious bastard, god knows what he’s doing with these other two freaks. bastard rating: rare non-bastard

#[clears throat]#zekiel tozyehr #yakov #anatoly roslyakov #anastasia #nadezhda sharonova #percy mulholland #reuben sjoberg #adrian urquhart #charlotte brown #niamh connolly #aidan mirza #tigo havlicek #cameron torrance #jasper tuozzo #frankie morrison #ocs #anon #asks

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galaxiasus-a · 4 years ago

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PRE-GAME VERSE

Disclaimer that this contains spoilers for a lot if not at least a portion of NDRV.3, specifically Chapter 6. By no means am I saying this is the ‘canon’ alternative either, however, it is canon on my blog for this particular verse, and all events listed I’ll try and go into as much detail as I’m able to so it can hopefully make sense in NDRV.3′s canon timeline. There is also going to be talk about suicide and abuse.

For starters, we don’t know a whole lot about what happens to the cast in pre-game other than what we little we see of only 3 of them in Chapter 6. I don’t consider the prologue a good source of information because you can clearly see the differences in personality in not only in Saihara but Kaede as well. To explain things a little easier, Kaede still has her optimistic personality that she’s more known to having throughout the first chapter in prologue while how she acts in her audition video clearly is… anything but that. Monokuma has yelled to the Kubz about screwing up the memory process so while some things have stayed the same for everyone such as claiming they don’t have a talent, they have done their job in changing at least more than half of their personality already.

I’ll summarize what exactly pre-game is as best as I can. Pre-game is where supposedly hope takes control of despair and there isn’t a lot of major crime around like murder. This all has to do with ‘DANGANRONPA’ where people fight for survival on live TV for everyones’ joy and entertainment. It’s where people all across the globe love to see other other’s being treated as pawns, most of those pawns being that they willingly volunteered to be a part of the sick and twisted game. In a way, really there’s more despair than any actual sign of hope. And in some people’s eyes, they can see that. One of those people is Saihara himself.

Saihara views the world as nothing more than black and white. He is filled with so much distrust in not only in himself but the people around him. He sees them as ravage animals who are constantly going after blood, either to taste it or just to see the sight of it. His true opinion of the killing game is indifferent; it doesn’t involve him in any way, he isn’t a part of it, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t enjoy the thought of harming others however, and has a strong dislike for those that do. He keeps to himself more and doesn’t speak to anyone unless it’s for something important like work. Everything around him is nothing but darkness. He feels alone in this said darkness and views his purpose is to die. There is nothing in this sad little world that he wants to be a part of, nothing that’s out there for him to gain, nothing out there that gives him a reason to live. There is no one he legitimately cares about. He goes to sleep every night hoping that he won’t wake up the next day. If he does it’ll be just another slow day where people talk about nothing but the next upcoming death in a stupid killing game. A day where he has to deal with people who never really care about him nor give him the time of day anyways. He has no true purpose in this world and he wants to get out of it. He’s just stuck in this darkness that was caused by not only the people around him but also himself and there is no way for him to get out of it.

He was forced to participate into the killing game. He was forced to make an audition video and forced to land in a place where death is around every corner. He lied on said audition video when he talked about being such a huge fan of it because due to the fact every single person on the planet loves the game he simply decided to join in the crowd. It isn’t until he talks about murdering someone that he starts to get excited. It isn’t until he talks about something that can lead to his own death that he starts to show interest. He does go off the rails quite a bit when he starts talking about the mastermind, but that’s mostly his own despair and adrenaline talking. One common thing masterminds have is how fueled and overcome they are by despair that they see no life especially their own as worthy and Saihara is no different. However his goal wasn’t take another life per se, his goal was to die. If he was going to be a part of this game, he realizes, then this could finally be his chance to die. He has planned executions for himself before. He has fantasized what his death would be and what it would feel like. He wants to die in the most satisfying and most gruesome way only ‘Danganronpa’ was capable of, and if he had to take a life in the process then so be it. Due to the fact that most of them have willingly volunteered to do this then he won’t care if they’re gone. They signed up for this. They were prepared for the consequences.

Saihara does have a talent, though it is an unconfirmed one, meaning, he is extremely well at what he does but he doesn’t view any of it as talent worthy. What he “does” exactly is detective work, though the small stuff like finding kids and pets. Him already being a detective or at the very least training to be one is why he said he wanted to be an Ultimate Detective in the first place. He doesn’t explain why he wants to have that title, if you want to use the “a detective hasn’t been a blackened before” as a reason that just further proves my previous theory that he’s suicidal and all he wants to do is to die in that game. Him wanting to be the Ultimate Detective is the best role for him since he has read about cases of murders and he knows how to solve them, what better way to die than to plan the perfect murder and then get executed in the process.

He doesn’t even expect himself to win the game, most of his focus was on his own death and how it could happen.

If Saihara finds a reason to live, would he be better? Saihara is lonely and scared of the dark world he lives in. He thinks no one would ever care about him and there would be no one for him to trust because everyone is lowkey at each other’s throats. He craves the feeling of wanting to feel alive again. He hates waking up every day and the first thought on his mind is ‘how can I die today’. He craves the “good feeling” he notices most people have; the feeling of being cared of, of being happy to being alive, of knowing that someone is supporting and wanting them to be alive. The good feeling is something he desires most, almost as much as his desire to finally stop breathing. But because he’s convinced that that good feeling would never come he decides to stick in his spot surrounded by darkness until Death finally decides to pay a visit.

And once that good feeling finally comes, he will do anything to prevent it from leaving.

Say this “good feeling” came from a person. He would constantly be around them and giving them gifts to ensure they think he likes them. He doesn’t give much thought in their personal space so chances are he would be right outside their house or wherever they live waiting for them either just to hang around them or give them another gift. He would be as close to them as he possibly can and make sure they keep safe. He would lie to them about their friends and family, throwing claims that only he truly cares about them and everyone else is plotting their demise. He would try and keep them far away from others and spat lies about anyone they think is a good person. He would use the fact that he’s involved with police work as an advantage and as a reason for them to trust his word more over someone else’s. He would go as far as to lie that someone they know has past offenses to show they’re actually dangerous. It would escalate to him preventing them for going outside for too long, and eventually keeping them trapped altogether. He would claim that he’s doing this for their own good, because he’s the only one that cares, because he knows what’s best, because he is the only one they can rely on. He would threaten suicide if he ever finds out they’re thinking about leaving. He would point out that there is no one else left out there who would put up with them and take them in. He would point out that everyone around them is a liar and dangerous and no one would actually care about them. He would die if the “good feeling” leaves.

In reality, he doesn’t care about the other person. He only cares about the “good feeling” they give off. He’s more in love and obsessed with the “good feeling” instead of the person themselves. He is purposely tying them up with strings and pulling them down for his own personal gain. He does not care about the person themselves and only cares about the good good feeling. He does not care about them. He will act as nice and caring as he can to the person, doing a lot to take care of his special little toy, while also doing everything he can to keep them with him and prevent them from running away. He only pretends to lure them closer into his own little trap.

Why he acts this way is more out of desperation and fear. He doesn’t view the things he does as anything bad, he believes he’s saying the truth when it comes to talking about how the people around them are nothing more than animals wanting to kill. He doesn’t view the things he does as pure abuse because he doesn’t see it, because he isn’t harming them. He would never resort to physical abuse. He would never want to actually hurt them. He thinks this would cause the “good feeling” to “break” and they would run away. He views them as a fragile comfort object that he doesn’t ever want to crack, because that would mean the chances of the “good feeling” going away would increase. He doesn’t see that he’s breaking them mentally, nor does he actually care. They’re not leaving, and that’s what matters to him most. That is, until the “good feeling” dies away, if it ever does. That will be one he views them as another disgusting person that he can’t trust and abandons them. They will be, in his eyes, a worn out toy that needs to be thrown away and forgotten about.

I’m not here to say this excuses his actions. I’m not here to say that the things he does are good things. I’m not here to say give him pity points and forgive him because boohoo he’s lonely. There is no “love” involved towards his victims. I’m here to say that he is an abuser.

The point of pre-game is where the students’ “true colors” are shown and what they were like before their personalities have been altered for the sake of the game. So the Saihara we all know and love would of course be drastically different from pre-game. Despite this there are some similarities; both have low self confidence in themselves, both are pretty depressed ( one however being worse than the other ), both have a deep wanting to be loved and cared about, and both are more on the quiet and reserved side. There is however one huge similarity that they have in common.

Lying.

During the trials we see that Saihara is actually a good liar, not as great as Kokichi but a good enough one to fool most if not all of his classmates. He’s able to analyze the situation and twist not only certain scenarios but the words people have said before to create something entirely different than what actually happened and make it believable. Unlike Pre-game however this more for everyone’s sake and to continue the trial forward with more answers that possibly came up because of his lying and get closer to figuring out whodunnit. Unlike pre-game, he feels some form of guilt because of this lying. Lying is more of a last resort to him. Lying is something that he seems to be used to doing, something he probably doesn’t realize. Where he got this sort of practice from isn’t clear. He could have just always carried this skill that came in naturally and hasn’t found a use for it until the trials. But it could also be something that’s been carried over from this alternate personality.

Saihara would put everyone before himself, especially a person he cares about, while pregame Saihara never truly cares about anyone else and only the “good feeling” a person or something can give. Saihara would want the people he cares about to be happy even if it means separation between the two, pregame Saihara cares for no one and would stop at nothing to make sure his comfort object stays no matter what. Saihara sees both despair and hope in the world, pregame Saihara sees no hope in anything and and keeps the mindset that the world will be nothing but filled with despair. Saihara, in general, is a very caring and compassionate person who wants to help others. Pregame Saihara is none of those.

Again, this is something you don’t have to fully agree with. But I explained for the most part how this pre-game verse is going to be handled on this blog as best as I can. Pre-game Saihara is, by a lot of accounts, dangerous.

#[ * SAIHARA. ↳ I never want to let you down or have you go ]#[ * SAIHARA. | HC ↳ to be a joke and look ; another line without a hook ]#reposting this here so i dont word vomit on the poor verse page #reminder that pregame sai is a gross piece of shit please avoid him

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 6 years ago

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Surprise Me

I went through an emotional roller coaster and I have this story all planned out! This chapter took me 3 (almost 4) days!!! I am so excited to share this with you guys and i hope you love it as much as I do.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 = May 17th

Chapter 3= May 24th

Chapter 4= TBD

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, but LOTS OF EMOTIONS and fluffy lowkey flirting

Paring: Bucky x Female Bookstore reader

Summary: Bucky finally decided to go out to the city. ( I really want to say more but this story will most likely make you a wreck and I don’t want to spoil it). All I can say is, be warned, enjoy it, laugh, smile, cry, and squeal if you must because you have just signed yourself to the RMS- I’m gonna fucking die if you don’t update this shit- ship.

Go out in the city, said Sam.

It would be fun! Sam said.

Bucky couldn’t even keep a straight face and frowned. Well I sure as hell don’t see any fun, Sam. He said to himself as if he was conversing with the man in his head.

New York was still New York. The city. The taxis, the food stands, some things were still the same. Others, not so much.

I really have been missing out a lot, haven’t I? He asked himself as he looked at a big billboard that mentioned something about love and car insurance. Are they really comparing love to that? He scoffed in disbelief. He knew they had to be joking, right? Or is love now just different? He had never really fallen in love before but he could imagine how it would feel like. Sure, he would be interested in a girl; like Dolores Huerta, but he could never say what it felt like to be in love.

Bucky shook his head and looked at the floor.

Putting both hands on his waist, he shook his head and looked around, “I gotta get outta here. Somewhere where it doesn’t feel packed.” and that’s what he did.

After passing a few blocks that mostly consisted of apartments, and occasional small businesses, he stopped in front of one particularly odd place. He couldn’t recall seeing it before, but something about this business screamed old and new, and he liked it.

To his surprise, the building was located on a corner- clean, but it held a rustic atmosphere. The doors were a dark shiny red and the squared windows were clean and their frames were as dark as a polished shoe. It read, “Antilly’s Books”.

Books, he thought. How long had it been since he had read a good book? Too long. The bookstore seemed to be secluded from the city. It didn’t even feel like New York just by looking at the little bookstore. There were rarely any people in there and he felt somewhat relieved. He needed something like this.

Stepping in was also a relief. As he opened the door, a little bell rung, announcing his presence. He was a bit startled, but saw no one in sight except for a girl. The girl seemed to be too focused to even notice his presence as she had her body slightly crouched, eye leveled to the books, going through each book with her index finger as she muttered her way through. Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe. The way her hair was tied back into a ponytail and the way she would push her glasses up the bridge of her nose to keep them from slipping seemed like such a simple act in a simple life. He wanted to be like her. She would probably be studying by the looks of her age; something in the arts-maybe even be in a relationship. She probably met her boyfriend in a shop like this, he scoffed to himself and smiled. He would probably like the same things as her, they would eventually marry, travel the world if they’re interested, and have kids. She looks like she could have 2-3 kids and maybe even a- wait what am I thinking? He scolded himself shaking his head. I’m already invested in a strangers life and they don’t even know- THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME RIGHT NOW SHIT-

“Oh hi! I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were here for a while, you probably need help looking for something, do you?” she asked as she swiftly approached him. Her ponytail swaying back and forth. She works here, he thought as he drew a sharp breath.

What am I supposed to say? “Uhh yeah. I don’t really know where to start-“

She laughs and beams him a smile. “Well that’s what they all say. Lucky for you, it’s my job to help. Now tell me, how often do you read?”

Well it’s been decades- “just a few months.” He quickly said.

She gave him a look. A look that he had never gotten used to. The one his mom would give him when he’d lie. He hated it and almost felt like confessing.

“Years.” She said affirmatively before nodding her head, “It’s been years. You haven’t read a book in years. But there’s no shame in that. I’m glad you stopped by because we’re gonna get you back on track honey.”

Honey. He thought. Is she calling me that just for me? Or has she called other clients of hers that haven’t read a book in years honey?

“Now, tell me something,” she said as she started leading the way, “do you prefer BIG chunks of books like 500 page books? Or generally short ones?”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Whatever you want.” He put his hands on his pockets and a small smile played on his lips. “Surprise me.”

She turned to him, already looking at a few bookshelves and raised a surprised eyebrow at him, “Surprise you? I’m not going to surprise you. I’m going to blow your mind and I just know how.” She said the last part challengingly as if this were a dare.

“Follow me,” she said as he followed. Her back now facing him, “Oh I bet, you’re going to love this. You’re going to love it so much, you’ll even come back again just to ask me for another recommendation! The look on your face! Ha!” She said as she shot her hands up, walking through the isles like a mad scientist that had just found a cure to a disease.

“That is, if I like it.”

“Oh, you will. I’m certain of it.”

Bucky said no more and decided to keep his mouth shut. He just held a smile to himself and continued to follow the woman in the bookstore. From what it seemed, it looked like they were the only ones in the store. Whatever Sam intended, he didn’t know if he would consider this as fun but it was definitely something.

“Have you found it?” He asked after the minute she stopped at an isle, hands behind his back like a gentleman.

She scanned the shelves like earlier, crouched and index finger roaming each and every one of the books. She finally stopped at one and quickly pulled it out. “Aha! Okay! I found it! Close your eyes.” She instructed.

“What? Close my eyes? What am I- t-ten to you?” He asked followed by a loud shhhhh from her.

“Just do as I say, okay?”

“Okay,”

Bucky could feel her pull the book from behind her back and was that a smile he was sensing?

“Since you haven’t read a book in over a couple of years, I thought it’d be a good idea to stick to something...classic.”

Classic he repeated. Classic sounds good.

“I hope this is to your liking. You seem like you would but go ahead, open your eyes.”

When he opened his eyes, he instantly saw a copy of “The Beautiful and Damned.” one of his favorites. He actually had the opportunity to read the book before there was even a war to go to.

It was quite simple actually, there was a bookstore near where he lived. His mother would work here and there to make ends meet and they had just enough to go to school and with the money he’d get for lunch, he’d take portions of that money and save enough to buy a book or two. One day, when he was 16, he had saved what seemed to be enough so he took his money to go to the bookstore. There, he noticed that it wouldn’t be possible for him to buy a book until another week, maybe two.

f l a s h b a c k:

“What seems to be the problem, young man?” A man that seemed to be the owner asked.

“Nothin’ sir.”

“Oh c’mon boy. You know that’s a lie. Really, what’s on your head?”

Biting his lip hesitantly, he answers, “it’s just that...I don’t have enough money to buy a book.”

He looks over to the man who nods and looks away in thought.

“I see. Why don’t you pick a book you like?”

Didn’t he hear me? I told him I didn’t have enough money.

“But sir-“

“Yes I heard you. I’m not that old you know,” he joked. “Pick out a book you like, then come see me at the front desk. We’ll sort something out young man.”

He nodded and thanked him.

One thing that he never seemed to forget was his respect for the elderly. His mother taught him that (along with respecting women). It was natural of him to always be respectful towards elders. A habit of his.

After a few minutes of not finding anything, the man approached him again

“I’ve seen you have been having trouble picking a book. Other boys your age would just stick to putting a Huxley cover over a gentleman's magazine and sneak them through thinking an old man like me wouldn’t notice.” He said letting out a small laugh at the end.

“You seem like you need something new, refreshing. You need change, boy. And I know just how to help.” He said before speaking up shortly,

“Follow me.”

It seemed just right. Behind the counter, the man pulled out a book that seemed to be new. The man had the book in his hands and waved it to him.

“The Beautiful and Damned?”

The man nodded, “I know, I know. It doesn’t have a title necessarily appealing to ‘men’ but it’s brand new. Not one single other store has a copy and the authors friend actually gave it to me. Met the author actually. A nice fella he is. Give it a read, see if you like it. I would’ve liked to have something like that when I was your age so think of it as a gift, alright boy?”

Bucky’s eyes widened at the amount of information the man had given him, “Y-yes sir.” He stutters at a loss for words, “Thank you. I-I don’t know how to thank you.”

The man smiled at him faintly and waved his hand down wards, “Please, there’s no need for that but you can start by calling me by my name. I’m Stuart Lieber.”

E N D of f l a s h b a c k :

“Do you like it?” She had asked.

“Well Darlin’, I haven’t even read it yet.” He lied. “What made you want to give me this?”

“You looked like you needed something, different. You seem like you need something new, refreshing. You need change.” Her words echoed in his mind.

She seemed to struggle with her words before speaking up. “I know it probably doesn’t look as appealing as it would. Most men don’t read any of Fitzgerald’s works and stick to things more…”

“...more…?”

She sighed in defeat. “Explicit.” She said disappointingly. “It’s a shame really, not many people have such appreciation for literature as they did in the 20’s or 40’s.” a hint of sadness lingered around her voice.

She spoke up and startled a small laugh in hopes to break the awkward silence, “Kinda makes you wish you were born in another era, right? But that’s enough of me talking.” She said before shaking her head with a smile in attempt to try to forget what she just said.

There was so much going inside Bucky’s mind. Lots of thinking. Maybe this was the first time in years he’s been thinking too much.

Little did he know, he didn’t say anything-causing the woman in front of him to start mentally panicking.

Oh God, she thinks, This is what happens when you’re too nice you start to freak them out. Look at him, he’s thinking, contemplating on whether he should leave and how he’s gonna do it without ‘hurting me’.

“I see what you mean,” Bucky said softly after a moment of thinking, “Things aren’t the same here as they were back then. People change, life changes. It’s not like we can really go back to before but we always have-“

“-little reminders?”

Bucky presses his lips into a straight line trying not to smile but the woman in front of him notices a small smile, “Yeah,” he says, “little reminders.”

She nods and smiles as well feeling like she just discovered something, “Okay,” she smiles, “In how much time do you think you can finish that book?”

Bucky feels a boyish smile creep up but is quick to replace it with a smirk, feeling his older self shine.

He smirks, and holds the book with his right hand, slightly leaning it against him, “How much time?” He asks.

Before he can even open his lips again, the woman speaks up. “You know what?” She asks as she puts her hand out to stop him, “Surprise me,”

A/N: IM HONESTLY SO PROUD OF THIS??? Did you guys get the references? (Hint: Stan LEE).

also, want to be added to a tag list so you know when the next chapter comes up? Message me with the name of the book (I have another series too) so I don’t get confused lol

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muertawrites · 6 years ago

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Immunity (or Make It Work, Part 2) [Loki x Reader] {nsfw}

Summary: Reader reveals the dress she made for the gala, causing Loki to lose all his shit at once. When Loki spies his half brother taking a liking to her during the midst of the party, he gets hella possessive and makes a point of showing her how much he cares (... with a rough quickie in a hallway. You know, romantic stuff).

Word Count: 3,300

Author’s Note: I thought I was done with the first draft of this until I read it over and absolutely hated it, so I rewrote the middle part and now it’s better and my sleep schedule is totally fucked. As if it wasn’t already fucked before, tho. Also, this installment of Make It Work is lowkey (Loki, lol) inspired by @maiden-of-asgard‘s Frostbite series, which is super great and I’m addicted to it and you should 100% go check it out if you love yourself or even if you don’t love yourself, it can be your first step in learning to love yourself. I’m starting to get delirious with lack of sleep, so I’m gonna post this and hope that I can be a functional adult tomorrow. Goodnight, ya horny bastards, I love you.

~ Muerta 🌸💀🌸

(Part 1)

You had always believed that the key to sex appeal was subtlety. This was apparent in everything you designed, each garment focusing on the suggestion of a person’s body without ever showing too much of it. A bit of mesh or lace, a slight peeking of skin, a cinch in the waist that revealed what sins lie just beneath the fabric; these were all your weapons in making a piece of clothing maddeningly sexy, and you had applied all of them to the dress you’d made at Loki’s request for the gala he was hosting.

You stood in the hall just outside the reception room of the Asgardian royal palace, smoothing out the fabric of your gown and swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat over the last few minutes as you anticipated the arrival of your escort. Hours ago, a hoard of beauticians had been sent to your apartment within the palace, styling your hair and makeup to suit the dress you’d crafted for the evening. Your hair had been pulled back into a tight, plaited bun that fanned out at the base of your head, with a few loose tendrils falling elegantly over your cheeks. Your lips had been painted in a dark berry shade, and you were adorned with large golden earrings and a matching collier and headdress, chosen from a selection that Loki had sent for you. You were stunning, the picture of an Asgardian goddess, and you had grinned smugly at your reflection as you’d inspected your final look. You had transformed your mortal self into a creature that could put the otherworldly beings of the realm you now called your home to shame, and were endlessly proud of what you had done. You only hoped that Loki would be just as impressed.

The god’s footsteps coming down the hall startled you, pulling you abruptly from your thoughts as you turned to face the direction he was coming from, your heart slamming against your ribs. He turned the corner to where you were standing, and when you came into view, he stopped dead in his tracks. His frozen blue eyes drank you in, scanning your body up and down so that no inch of you was left unseen. He had given you a challenge, and you’d obliterated his expectations; the gown you had designed was absolutely breathtaking, made of a silk so deeply evergreen that it was almost black, shifting and changing hues with the light. The neckline was cut into a severe plunge, stopping just below the space where your breasts met, leaving him thirsting to see more of your skin. Mesh panels mirrored each other on either side of the dress’s bodice, extending down into the skirt until they where lost within its cascade of lush fabric, and a belt cast in gold hugged your waist to accentuate the voluptuous curves of your body. The gown’s sleeves were long, laden with more panels of mesh and accented with lace decorated in Nordic patterns, matching those etched into Loki’s helmet. You were exposed to him, but only just, and the promises of what was hidden beneath your latest work had his mind racing. He swallowed, clearing his throat and bowing politely to you.

“I see you took our conversation to heart,” he said as greeted you with a devilish smirk. You grinned back, offering a shallow curtsey in return.

“I was hoping I’d stun you enough to shut you up for once,” you replied.

Loki held his arm out to you, allowing you curl your fingers around the crook of his elbow as he led you to the doors of the reception room.

“Almost, darling,” he hummed. “Almost.”

As the twin doors swung open towards you, you were greeted with the sight of an entire room populated by the lofty, vexing creatures known as the Jotun. You had never seen them in person, but you knew from the history books in the palace’s library that they had a rocky past with the people of Asgard, characterized by war and bloodshed, and Loki was attempting to pose a sort of treaty between the two realms by hosting their royal family. They were enormous, some of them spanning over ten feet tall, and entirely blue in color, their skin patterned with grooves that supposedly meant different things and were unique to each creature. Not a single one of them was clothed in full, each of them sporting various levels of exposure to supposedly assert dominance and status (as you had read), and you noticed as Loki led you further into the room that many of them had their teeth filed into vicious, shark-like points. You looked up at the king standing beside you, shuddering at the fact that his lean, rangy stature was dwarfed by theirs, finding it hard to remind yourself that he was, under his alabaster skin, one of them. You pulled him a bit closer to you, thinking of how tiny your human form must have looked to the giants. Didn’t you read somewhere that they used to keep Midgardians as pets?

“My kin,” Loki addressed the room as he came to stand in the center of it, your shivering self still huddled beside him, “I welcome you to my adoptive home. Being of Jotun blood, raised by the hands of Asgard, I hope to bridge the gap between our two peoples and move our realms toward a peaceful future. Enjoy your time here. Indulge in our culture and our warm hospitality. We are happy to have you.”

He bowed to the crowd before him, and as the band in the mezzanines circling the reception room began to play, he spun you about and led you away from the fray, raising your hand to his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I thought you were fearless,” he murmured into your skin, teasing you. “I can feel you shaking like a leaf.”

“These people are the size of small buildings,” you quipped back at him, giving the hand holding yours a light squeeze and digging your nails into the back of his palm. “I also don’t think I need to remind you that they used to keep humans as playthings in their recent past.”

Loki smirked.

“Reading up on your history?” he mused. “What a good little thing you are.”

For a significant portion of the evening, Loki paraded you around to his guests, showing you off as if you were a prized trophy. His Jotun visitors poked and prodded at you, intrigued by your soft mortal body, the women toying with your hair, petting it and admiring its silkiness, while the men inspected your figure, some of them getting a bit handsy and groping at your breasts and backside with fervent interest. Their touches made you wildly uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to slap their hands away and inform them that you were, in fact, a sentient being and not just the dumb little pet they perceived you to be, but their intimidating stature and the shaky relationship they had with your employer made you wary, reminding you that they could literally dismember you if they had a reason to – or even if they didn’t have a reason to. Loki stayed at your side throughout the ordeal, however, skirting you away when his guests got too intimate for you to tolerate.

After two hours of being handled by what could easily have been every single frost giant in Jotunheim, you were able to steal away to the large banquet table that had been set up on one side of the reception room, pouring yourself a strong glass of Asgardian mead and stuffing a few hors d’oeuvres into your mouth, trying to regain some of your calm. You had just scarfed your fifth mini quiche when your indulgent stress eating was interrupted by a soft voice addressing you from behind.

“Miss?”

You turned, coming face to face with yet another giant, but noticing that this one was considerably younger than the others, probably only a teenager in Jotun years. He was also more sparsely dressed than the rest of them, leading you to believe that he was a member of the royal family. He gave you a slight bow, his eyes wide and nervous, not leaving yours.

“I am Prince Býleistr,” he introduced himself, straightening his back once again. “King Laufeyson’s half-brother.”

You had heard of Býleistr fleetingly before, knowing him only as the child of Loki’s biological father, Laufey, and the current Queen of Jotunheim. You brushed a few crumbs from your fingers and onto the skirt of your gown, attempting to maintain what little dignity you had left as you dipped into a curtsey.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness” you addressed him.

Býleistr looked you up and down, his eyes gaping as he took in the sight of you.

“King Laufeyson says you are mortal,” the young prince said, sounding almost breathless. “Is that true?”

You nodded, unconsciously taking a step back from him as you prepared yourself for more unwanted contact.

“Yes,” you replied. “I’m from Midgard.”

Býleistr’s eyes widened in wonder at the confirmation, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly endeared by him. He was just a kid, after all, and it was very likely he’d never seen a mortal in person.

“May I…” the prince lingered on his words a bit, as if unsure they were the right ones. He swallowed, then held his hand out to you.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

Shocked by his considerate act of asking for your consent, you silently gave him permission, raising a bewildered hand for him to take. He grinned excitedly, clasping his massive fingers around your much smaller ones and raising your arm above your head, being cautious in his movements as if afraid he would break you. You smiled faintly back as you allowed him to twirl you, spinning so he could take in your foreign appearance.

From across the room, Loki’s eyes fell upon the scene that was unfolding. He watched, indignant, as his sniveling little weasel of a relative spun you about, laying his grubby fingers on your cheeks, your hair, your waist, your back, and Loki felt the searing sting of envy rising in his chest as you allowed it. You actually allowed him to touch you without any of the hesitation you’d had with the other frost giants. Loki slammed down the rest of his drink and glided furiously over to the two of you, fueled by rage and the alcohol in his blood.

Býleistr was holding your hand, marveling at the minute size of your fingers when Loki interrupted the two of you, clearing his throat and causing you both to jump, startled.

“Dear younger brother,” Loki crooned, his lips spread into a malicious grin and words dripping with acrimony, “as much as it pleases me to see you making such diverse connections of friendship, I am afraid I have come to retrieve my favorite toy.”

Loki took you by the arm, not waiting for Býleistr’s response as he wrapped his arm around you protectively, skillfully maneuvering you through the reception room and slipping with you through a hidden side door, into one of the palace’s many empty corridors. You wheeled on him as soon as you were alone, smacking him hard in the chest with the side of your closed fist.

“What. The. Fuck. Loki!” you snapped, hitting him with each word and glaring up at him. He glowered down at you, his mouth turned downward into a furious grimace.

“How could you?” he growled, taking you by the wrists to stop you from beating him.

“How could I?” you exclaimed, incredulous. “How could you, you piece of shit! Why the hell would you let them molest me like that?!”

Loki smirked, his eyes lazily drifting down to where your chest met his as he held you against him, then back up to meet yours.

“I wanted to see your scared little face, my dear,” he chided. “I am the god of jokes and trickery, after all.”

“You’re the god of some kind of fucking bullshit,” you spat at him.

A guttural hiss escaped Loki’s throat as he pushed you forward, pinning you to the wall on the other side of the corridor. His hands splayed out on either side of your head, and he kept you in place by pressing his body against yours, his hips pinning you harshly to the surface behind you. If your senses didn’t fool you, you were certain you could feel him harden beneath the leather material of his pants.

“I tire of your games, my sweet little pet,” he growled mockingly, his lips pressed to your ear. “You have always been such a tease to me, even when you haven’t meant it.”

You simpered, tilting your head back so that you could stare up into his eyes, your hands pressed firmly to his chest.

“I thought you had an immunity to my mortal charms,” you taunted him, mocking him right back.

Loki shook his head slowly, one of the hands beside your head moving to capture your chin between his fingers as he fervidly licked his lips.

“My darling, you are the one thing that makes me weak…” he purred as he leaned in, taking your lips in a heated, passionate kiss that left your body burning and your lungs gasping for air. You immediately kissed back, your mouth opening and tongue clashing with his as your hands moved upward to clasp the sides of his face, fingers tangling in the abyss of his black hair. You could feel him in full now, his erect cock pressing up against your heat through the fabric of your dress, straining against the crotch of his trousers. He was going to fuck you, right then, right there against that wall, and you barely had time to worry about one of his guests stumbling in and interrupting you, as he was already lifting your skirt above your knees, desperate to be inside you.

Your lips didn’t leave his as you reached one of your hands down to palm at his member through the leather dividing you, the corners of your mouth curling into a smug grin at the needy whimper that escaped from his throat at your touch. You could feel the wetness that had been pooling between your legs start to drip down the insides of your thighs, thankful for once for Asgardians’ aversion to undergarments, as it would make the task at hand much easier and much, much more savory. You continued to work Loki as his hands kept traveling up your legs until every bit of skin below your waist was exposed to him, two of his fingers moving to stroke tentatively at the lips of your pussy, letting out a deep growl when he found you soaked and ready for him. He broke the kiss then, moving his lips to knead at your neck, leaving red marks where he sank his teeth hungrily into your flesh.

“Oh, how long I’ve wanted you, my sweet girl…” he purred against your skin, the fingers that had been stroking you gently slipping inside you, working you tenderly as he marked you as his own with is mouth. You let out a soft moan into his ear, the hand that had been resting on his cheek falling to grip lightly at his shoulders.

“Loki…” you murmured wantonly, your lips pressed into the shell of his ear.

As if halted by some greater power, Loki stopped everything he was doing and fell perfectly still. He pulled away from you, just enough to glare down at you, frozen in place as every muscle in his body stiffened. You gazed up at him, wondering if you’d done something wrong, when you noticed the blood red hue that suddenly flooded his eyes, his blanched skin taking on a deep cerulean tone as he gazed at you like he was going to rip you limb from limb. You swallowed, fearing what would come next as Loki let out a guttural snarl and reached down to where you had been stroking him, shredding the material of his pants so that his cock sprang free from them, promptly wrapping one of your legs around his hip and thrusting inside you without ceremony, groaning at the sublime feeling of your silken walls closing around him.

You yelped as he stretched you to your limits, never having had such a considerable width inside you and savoring the feeling of nearly being split in two. It was painful – so, so painful – but in the most delicious way, and you bit down into the meat of Loki’s slender, glacial hand as he pressed it to your lips to silence you.

Loki wasted no time being delicate with you, immediately slamming his hips into yours as he worked himself in and out of you at a beastly, rapid pace, his monstrous groans filling your ears like heavenly music. You were totally and utterly consumed by him, gazing up lustfully into his crimson eyes as his clawlike nails buried themselves in the plush flesh of your thigh so harshly they drew blood. His stare met yours, cutting into you as he took you without mercy or remorse, pounding into you so deeply you could almost feel him in your chest. You peaked within moments, the current of divine electricity swallowing the whole of your being under a veil of carnal bliss. Loki followed soon after, his cum filling you until it began to spill out, his own cry of absolute pleasure echoing through the hall. He leaned over you for a long moment, keeping you propped against the wall as his forehead rested in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours as he panted with the exertion of having given you the quickest, yet most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever experienced. You were dazed in the aftermath of his sex, uncertain you were still on the same astral plane as you had been just minutes before.

Once Loki had collected himself, the shade of his skin and eyes returning to their Asgardian palette, he slid out of you, clearing his throat as his hands followed the folds of your skirt as it cascaded down your legs once more, his nimble fingers smoothing out the fabric to hide the remnants of the delicious sin you’d just shared. You dragged yourself back to reality, reaching up with trembling hands to adjust the lapels of his coat, fixing his extravagant horned helmet where your touch had set it askew.

You sighed in defeat as your eyes fell on the tattered fabric of his trousers, tugging and clasping his coat closed to hide the damage.

“I spend a month killing myself to make clothes for you and look what you do to them,” you huffed.

Loki chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“I suggest making the seams more durable next time,” he teased.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled, your words swallowed by his lips as you pulled him into a heated, affectionate kiss. Loki hummed, smirking as you parted.

“Later, my love,” he promised you, taking you by the arm and leading you back into the reception room, lips pressing to your knuckles as he did. “We still have a party to host.”

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bibbykins · 7 years ago

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Embroidery (M)

This took for-fucking-ever, but it is here. I decided to make this a drabble-esque series, but this is like the lowkey origins of it. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST DRABBLES FOR THIS AU. Anyway, thanks for waiting, let me know what you think, and enjoy!

Summary: Taehyung is the typical picture of the ideal man, and you are his rom-com counterpart, but there’s something slightly darker within the love that blooms between the two of. However, it’s hard to notice with the other sensations he spoils you with.

Genre: Smut and fluff

Warnings: clothed sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, obsessive themes

Pairing: Soft Yandere!CEO!Taehyung x Reader (Jeez)

Words: 13.7k

Embroidery reminded you of books. You read often. You stitched often. However, you craved something more interactive.

You loved romance, and you appreciated a slow burn towards a beautiful work of art, you looked forward to it, you expected one in life. It took a slow hand to craft it.

However, burns were seldom slow, and he basically showered you with gasoline and torched you all in one second.

Most startling of all, you loved it.

You still didn't know who was the tether to who, or if you were both just sane enough to strap the other down, but crazy enough to need to be strapped down.

Things change so quickly, so drastically. Like paint meeting water or rain brushing against paper, Taehyung met you.

Well, met, is a strong word.

Taehyung saw you. He watched you. He felt like he knew you.

Taehyung was your run of the mill popular college guy. He was everything most of the girls wanted; he was funny, charming, playful, and sexy. However, he never cared for emotional attachments. Sure, he satisfied his primal enjoyments when he felt like it, seeing as there's always a girl more than willing, but he never loved anyone. He grew up just about on his own, isolating himself in the orphanage he took refuge in until he was 16 and found a way to live alone. He had never felt passionate about anything with a heartbeat. Taehyung was a smart guy too, making top grades and taking advanced classes. He already had a nice-paying office job as one of the heads in marketing, and he was a beautiful singer for whatever event he was hired to enchant an audience at. Unrealistic? Yes, but so was he. Taehyung was truly remarkable.

However, he felt like he couldn't hold a candle to you.

Yet, you were not popular whatsoever, a real recluse. You rarely went to parties, never dated, and you've never so much as been offered sex from someone sober. Your longest committed relationship was with your academics. You were a receptionist at Taehyung’s place of work, and you were a sophomore in college, so you never had any classes with him. You were only remarkable in the sense of academics, but this year you were told art history was a requirement, and you were happy with the subject, ecstatic, but you knew the class required partner work. You hated to depend on people.

Art history is where you and Taehyung finally, genuinely, continuously connected.

He took the class out of sheer excitement. He had free time, nothing really to stress about for his last year in college, until he saw you in there.

You knew of Taehyung, there was no way you couldn't. You exchanged pleasantries as you bowed to greet him as he came in the morning. You found him interesting and attractive, but did you like him? You didn't know. Your thoughts on him were anything but complex.

However, Taehyung knew you too well.

You started working as a receptionist a year ago, and Taehyung fell in love with you at first sight. He resisted his emotions, trying to shake you off in whatever female's bed he broke, but nothing worked. He came to terms with the fact that he was enchanted after three months, and he was going through a voluntary dry spell since then. The next woman he would touch would be you if you were willing of course.

Taehyung was obsessive and a little crazy, but he was a gentleman. However, you were more sexual hungry than he ever expected.

You were single and a virgin, but you were still a sexual being. You had urges, cravings, and a hunger that had yet to find anyone worthy to satisfy it. While masturbation was nice, you knew you'd need someone else, but you couldn't find anyone you thought would satisfy you. Despite this, as far as anyone knew you were a quiet girl with no sexual intent.

On your first day, you stuttered your name during an office meeting the kind CEO held to introduce the flurry of new employees. You had always been quiet around strangers, but your tongue was as sharp as a knife when provoked, and Taehyung had heard it a few times when a lowly worker dared to look in your direction.

“You need a good fuck, kissass” Taehyung’s eye twitched as he walked past the break room you and two other co-workers resided in, stopping in his tracks.

“You tell me this daily instead of doing your job.” You simply spoke, “Do you ever tire of it?”

“I'm just saying you need one and I could-”

“Certainly not from you, Jungho.” You didn't hesitate in your words, “If I wanted to sweat and not cum, I'd go to the gym.”

Taehyung blinked at this, never hearing your voice so snippy in the three weeks you had worked there. Areum and Jungho often teased all newcomers, but he had never heard the newcomer snap.

“And she speaks!” Areum giggled as Jungho was dumbfounded, “However, you have no room to be picky, y/n, you can't skip straight to fucking a director.”

Taehyung smirked, now eavesdropping outside of the breakroom. You sure could. He was more than happy to.

“Most of the directors are sweet old people.” You rationalized, “I don't wish to… engage in such relations with them.”

“Hoseok isn't.” Areum snickered.

“Director Jung is too… casual with his special friends.” You called him a dick in the nicest way possible.

“Taehyung?” Areum offered and the very man held his breath.

“Director Kim is…” He prepared for a verbal blow, “Perfect in every way, no doubt. He's honest and straightforward, but that would just be impossible.” You sighed.

“Which is why you should settle for me, I'm fine with it-”

“I see no gain in that.” You clipped before Taehyung heard your heels click towards the door, taking that as his sign to hurry back to his office and jump for joy in the walls of the floor he had to himself.

Needless to say, Jungho was somehow dismissed within the week.

After a month of observing you, Taehyung found that you seldom had lunch, telling your coworkers you were dieting. You were perfect so he couldn't understand it. Eventually, he would begin to leave sandwiches or fully-packed lunches on your desk. In return, you would leave notes for whoever was doing it weekly with a quaint thank you along with a beautifully embroidered piece of cloth with a floral design, and he saved each one.

You were grateful for the free lunches, but each time you would try to leave the person money, it would be immediately returned, “Jimin, will you ever tell me who it is?” You asked, handing your friend and office mail manager the weekly note for the person leaving you lunches.

He sheepishly smiled, “You know I won't, one day they will.” You pouted, “Hey, I never get any of your stitchings,” He reminded you as you broke your pout to roll your eyes.

“You don't even open the door for me,” You retorted with a glare as you heard the doors to the building begin to open.

You stood as the doors to the building opened to reveal Taehyung, and as you bent to bow, you smacked the top part of your forehead on the taller portion of your desk, an uncalculated, yet common, mistake, “Geez, not again,” You whined as Taehyung smiled at the cute way you rubbed your head.

“Good morning to you as well,” Taehyung’s smooth voice flooded the room.

“Be careful, you start up school soon,” Jimin chided, “Don't you as well, Taehyung?”

Taehyung nodded as you turned to him, “Oh yes, Director Kim, we have Art History together,” Your small voice spoke as you smiled.

Oh, he knew. He made sure you and he had the same days off, the same lunches, and out of sheer luck, he saw on the roster, you both shared a class, “Do we? I hope you'll call me Taehyung in the classroom at least,” He lightly joked, remembering your inability to say his first name or any superior’s really.

Now, you didn't have a huge crush on Taehyung, seeing as you knew nothing of him, but goodness, he was striking, so you seldom could conjure anything past a shy nod or shake of the head most of the time.

In this case, you shyly nodded, and his heart beat rapidly, “Very well, Jimin, shouldn't you be delivering mail?” He narrowed his eyes at his long-time friend.

Jimin simply nodded, amused, rolling his eyes at Taehyung’s possessive nature. Jimin and Taehyung had been friends since elementary school, so Jimin knew him way too well, including his feelings for you.

Jimin was initially Taehyung’s favorite person, but you bumped him down to second unknowingly. Jimin had never seen Taehyung in love, so this was an interesting development.

Taehyung was charming, so he's broken hearts, but no one has ever had the chance to shake his demeanor until you smiled at him directly for the first time. He had everyone stroking his ego, even the CEO, a kind old woman with no family, made him her heir, but you just didn't. You weren't cold to him, but you weren't exceptionally nice.

In all fairness, you weren't exceptionally nice to anyone. You were playful with Jimin, but only because he had set that tone early on. The most people got out of you was anger when an unsightly male would puff up his chest and try to make sticking his foot in his mouth sound like a sonnet.

It was a regular day at work. You took calls, transferred calls, reviewed schedules, did the directors’ assistant’s work for them, Jimin handed you your lunch from your secret sender, and you were getting ready to leave half an hour after most of your coworkers until the phone rang. This wasn't uncommon, and usually, phone calls were quick, so you answered.

What a mistake.

“Where is he?” A female's voice clipped before you could utter the greeting, “Connect me to Director Jung, now.”

“Ma'am, I’m afraid he le-”

“I know you're screwing him,” She seethed and you blinked. You, unfortunately, would get all these calls when the higher-up's assistants left, but she was really harsh. If you recalled correctly, she was Minah, Director Jung’s girlfriend, and you never had the displeasure of conversing with her, so she most likely though you were Jiyeon, Director Jung’s assistant.

“Ma'am, I am actually-”

“A slut? I know,” She snickered and you felt your face fall. You were a very sensitive person, and the fact that you were tired, longing to sleep, wasn't helping your composure to be kept. You cried often and easily, but never in front of people, and few people in the office or not, you had no plans to start today. However, you couldn't hang up or be rude back, you needed this job. You weren't an assistant, who make more than you so you couldn't risk pissing off someone who could have pull in the company.

The woman was relentless, and she went on for a solid thirty minutes. You watched as the overtime workers file out, trying to keep your lip from trembling. She was getting personal, and you could only take so much after a long day of work. You couldn't even get a sentence in to clarify who you were, and at this rate, you wanted to beg her to stop.

“What a useless woman, destined to be a call girl, a mere ball holder, never an active player,” She sneered, and your lip began to tremble, maybe she was right. Well, not about the sexual innuendo of the ball holding part, but the unfulfilling career part, “How does it feel to have to claw your way to second place, huh?”

After 45 minutes total of verbal harassment, silent tears began to fall down your cheek. It was rather ridiculous, but you were sensitive and tired. Not to mention she was unknowingly finding your own weak spots. You were thrown into a full-fledged existential crisis.

“M-M-” Your voice cracked, and she heard it.

She cackled, and you wondered how one person can be so ridiculously malicious, “Have I finally made you cry? How pathetic!”

You couldn't do anything but take the verbal beating, trapped in your own pain in the dimly lit office, “Y/n, you don't have to do any more overtime…” Taehyung trailed off as he saw you jump and immediately wipe your face.

You pointed to the phone you held against your ear and with one hand held up a four then a five, and he caught onto what you meant, “It's fine, I think she's almost done,” You mouthed and Taehyung noticed the way your lips trembled.

You were crying.

The love of his life was crying, and judging from the loud muffled screams coming from the phone, it was out of pain. He couldn't stand for it. He refused to see you cry. He would destroy anyone who dared make you hurt, and he would ease your pain.

You noticed Taehyung’s demeanor darken as he took the phone from you only to hear Hoseok’s psychotic girl toy on the other end, berating you with harsh words.

“Director Kim!” You gaped as Taehyung put a finger to his lips to shush you.

This combativeness from Minah was common among his assistant/side girl, but it seemed Taehyung had to put a stop to it, “Minah, give it up,” Taehyung seethed in a voice you had never heard before. It was stern, threatening almost, not cheerful or playful as usual, “You are harassing the front desk. Hoseok left with her a long time ago.”

“Director Kim!” Minah panicked, “I'm so sorry-”

“Consider yourself and your family done with anyone in this company, good night,” He sharply spoke.

“W-Wait, I-” You watched in awe as he hung up the phone with ease. He was so confident and commanding.

Why didn't you think of hanging up before, idiot?

“Director Kim, I'm so embarrassed, I was too scared to hang up, how idiotic, and I started crying too-”

He put his hand on your head and you fell completely silent, calmer now. You found it funny how the slight touch made your breathing finally even, “Cute.” He smirked at you. It was electricity. Taehyung was awestruck. He touched you, and you calmed down. Amazing. You were amazing, and your hair was as soft as he imagined it to be so many times before. He smiled softly at you, “Don't worry, I won't tell a soul,” He confirmed and you smiled thankfully.

“I cry easy, but I never cry in front of people, I apologize,” You stood up and bowed.

“I'll consider myself lucky, then,” He mused. Very lucky, “Now, you should head home and rest, we have class together at 10 in a few days.”

You nodded, “My classes start at 6:30, Art History is my last one of the day, I suppose rest is in my best interest,” You chuckled and Taehyung reveled in the beautiful symphony that was your laugh. You bowed again to bid him goodnight, but just as you were about to leave, he spoke.

“Wait, let me walk you to your car, it's dark out.” He couldn't even stomach the thought of anyone daring to attack you.

“I ride the bus, I'm saving up for a car,” You explained and he could have fainted.

“I'm driving you home,” He replied almost immediately, “Don't bother trying to convince me otherwise, I insist.” You closed your mouth that was ready to protest and simply nodded. You gave into him easy. He loved that.

Taehyung studied your place, thankfully it was in a nice neighborhood, and he found the complex to be small, “I don't take up a lot of space,” You explained. He smiled, thankful that when you move in with him there won't be a big fuss in space, “I only spoil myself with food,” You giggled. He couldn't wait to spoil you.

“How adorable,” He voiced his thoughts and loved the dust of pink it created on your cheeks.

“Th-Thank you for the ride,” You smiled genuinely as you were about to open the door, but Taehyung made haste to open it for you like he did when you entered the car and you smiled again, “Thank you!” You chirped, heading inside your place.

“No, thank you,” Taehyung spoke to himself. He was growing closer to you, and he couldn't wait to be the number one in your life as well.

Call yourself easy, but maybe you liked Taehyung after all. Maybe it was the heroic demeanor he shielded you with. You seldom carried yourself in such a way, but you did crave to be protected. You grew tired of being your own knight at certain points, hence your emotionally fragile nature, as exhibited today. From that exhibition, Taehyung has now realized he could protect you, no one else could.

This flurry of emotion went on as the days passed. Taehyung paid special attention to you in a more overt way, placing himself as your friend in your life, a placement you welcomed. He eventually revealed himself as the man who gave you lunch in an ever so casual manner, and you still persisted with the cloths of embroidered flowers as gifts, since he refused any money.

You had never before known the feeling of being protected, so it was a welcome, foreign, sense of bliss. Taehyung was like a noble prince with the power of a king, but you didn't know at the time, he wished for you to be his queen.

Having feelings for someone after just barely meeting them, how crazy.

You went to bed each night wondering what terrible first real impression you've made compared to how you ended up here, not knowing Taehyung was smitten long ago.

Taehyung loved your casual attire. He loved the Tuesdays and Thursdays you would grace the university with your everyday style or the office on casual Fridays. He admired you from afar as you briskly made your way out of your class, stopping at a table to adjust the contents of your bag.

“Tae-T-” A shrill voice snapped him out of his thoughts as the campus prince internally rolled his eyes.

“Now, Sooyeon, you know I despise nicknames from females,” He lightly reminded the girl as she made an unflattering pout, “Hoseok, weren't you going to go somewhere with her?”

“Geez, way to be subtle,” The male chuckled, throwing his arm around one of the several groupies that surrounded their friend group of seven guys. Hoseok, a graduate student first year, “Sorry doll, Taehyung isn't feeling any girl these days, remember?”

“Except one,” Jungkook, a sophomore, snickered as Namjoon, a graduate freshman, joined in the laughter as they followed Taehyung’s line of sight to an oblivious you, which he had made perfectly clear was off limits to the other six of them.

“When will you confess to her?” Namjoon wondered, “How will you tell a girl who barely knows you that you've been obsessed for a year?”

“If she's as perfect for him as he says, she'll be into that whole obsessive love shit,” Jungkook defended for Taehyung.

Taehyung smiled a bit, “She is really perfect in general too,” He broke his stare at you to look at Hoseok,“I imagine you talked to your psycho side chick?” Taehyung glared at the man getting his neck ravaged by the groupie, changing the subject.

“Minah, wasn't it?” Yoongi, a graduate sophomore, approached with Jin, a graduate sophomore as well, “She's real nasty.”

“In bed too,” Hoseok cackled, “Too bad she got cut off now.” He sighed, “But she made your precious girl cry, so I guess it's for the best.”

“Poor y/n, so fragile,” Jungkook mused as the seven men sat at a large table, garnering many stares of adoration.

“She's tougher than she looks, usually,” Jimin wondered, “I guess Minah really hit home.”

The seven students were the apples of the campus’s eyes. They all worked shockingly high-up in a tech-company, the seven of them holding the reins for the sweet elderly CEO. They had their future as bright and firm as finished pottery while they had just about everyone putty in their hands. You, like everyone else, appreciated their beauty, but you rarely conversed with any of them but Jimin, and even that never went beyond casual chiding.

Whilst everyone was put in a trance by the seven beauties, you were still trying to figure out how to get to your art history classroom in the newly-renovated wing of the campus which you didn't even know existed prior, hence why you had no idea where to go. Your freshman classes stayed in the same basic areas, but past freshman year anything was free game, and you couldn't find your way across the board. You had always been crap at reading maps, and you couldn't find anyone in your class until you looked at the center of the quad. Taehyung was there, but it was the whole seven of them, making you intimidated, even the groupie left the table. You gripped the map so hard it wrinkled, that's how nervous you were, just to ask a question. You were scared, but you didn't want to be late, actually, you wanted to be 10 minutes early, and you had 35 minutes to kill before you wanted to be there, but with each second that ticked by, you grew anxious. With a mental hyping slap to the face, you walked over to the large central table.

Taehyung noticed you staring at the table his group occupied and wondered how you didn't notice his gaze, but he was also curious as to why you were staring at the table itself and no one in particular. It was when you began to walk in the direction he was that he became perplexed.

“I'd tell you not to look now, but that's a waste of breath,” Jimin spoke to Taehyung as you approached the benched tables, bottom lip as your new chew toy.

“God look at how ethereal.” He mused, watching you.

You walked across the grass to the concrete they resided on, coming to a halt in front of Taehyung, not breaking eye contact with the floor as a general hush fell over the men, “U-Uh, do you know where the building for art history is?” You gave yourself a harmful mental slap in the face for being so obviously nervous as Taehyung wished to embrace you, and he would carry you to the location if you so desired.

“Oh, yeah it's in the new building, I can show you,” Taehyung explained casually while his heart fluttered as you looked him in the eye with a smile.

“Thank you!” You chirped, “Until then, I'll be over there-”

“Nonsense, take a seat,” Taehyung stood up, causing a general hush to fall over the gawkers. Sure, the group had groupies, but they were never treated with such courtesy, especially from Taehyung.

This was an area as gray as the sky for you, “I-okay,” You settled on the bench portion next to Jimin as Taehyung stood, leg propped on the small part of the bench next to you.

“So this is Y/n,” Namjoon mused as you hesitantly nodded, “Don't look so nervous, it's nice to officially meet the star secretary who takes verbal beatings like a champ.” You shrunk in your seat. Had Taehyung told them? How embarrassing.

“Sorry, Minah has a large mouth,” Jimin explained upon seeing your defeated expression which turned relieved when you confirmed Taehyung hadn't said it initially.

“Ah, it's okay, I have a nasty habit of being a crybaby,” You gave a dismissive smile that showed the men around you just why Taehyung was so smitten, you were enchanting, “Usually it's less public,” You giggled playfully.

“Jungkook, you look like you're about to pop a blood vessel, what are you looking at,” Hoseok changed the subject to a distressed Jungkook.

“It's my Japanese History posting, the professor gave us homework on the first day,” Jungkook groaned.

“It's just an assessment, she wants to gauge how much we know,” You interjected with a small voice.

“You take Japanese History 1304?”

“We just had the same class approximately 27 minutes ago.” You shyly spoke as the six men surrounding Jungkook glared at him, “I sat next to you.”

“You're a dick,” Taehyung labeled his junior.

“No, no,” You defended before Jungkook opened his mouth to do so, “I blend in, really, I'm pretty quiet.”

“I-” Jungkook tried to un-sully his name.

“Come on, let's head to class, it's quite the walk,” Taehyung said as you stood, “Plus I want to get you away from my terrible friends.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “It was delightful, I don't really talk to people too much since I haven't lived in Seoul too long, so it was nice to sit with people, thank you for having my company.”

“How is it Jungkook made friends when you're so pleasant and have none?” Namjoon wondered aloud.

“Hey!”

You regretted basically saying you had none, you probably seemed like a freak, “I have acquaintances,” You tried to salvage your image.

“Consider us friends,” Jin winked and you smiled. He was most likely insincere. You had several propositions from your acquaintances, but frankly, you didn't enjoy most of them enough to accept it, or they simply said it out of courtesy. You assumed this was a courtesy offer.

You smiled, waving as you followed Taehyung.

“We mean it, you know,” Taehyung spoke as you both walked along the campus, “It's not a pity offer. You can always hang out with us, or me, if that's less overwhelming.”

You stared at Taehyung. How did he seem to know what you were thinking? It was surprisingly relieving, “I'd enjoy getting to know you better, Director-I mean Tae...Tae,” You forced a casual nickname out and he smiled.

He hated nicknames from insignificant people, but you were the very definition of significant, “Tae-Tae, huh?” He let the name dance on his tongue, but he preferred yours.

“Nicknames exhibit camaraderie or closeness,” You explained as Taehyung watched your hand movements.

“Shall I give you a nickname as well?” He asked as you nodded eagerly, “Baby.”

You stopped, standing still, blushing almost immediately, “That's an affectionate-”

Taehyung nodded, “Yes it is, a befitting one, no?” He had every reason to be bold about it. He was beautiful and out of your league, and you were unbelievably flustered. You didn't know what this meant. Was Taehyung the type to flirt with everyone? He put his hand in yours, lightly tugging you to walk again, “Baby, let's go.”

Upon entering the large classroom, Taehyung gleefully sat you and him towards the back in one of the two-person group tables the art room held, earning gawkers among the entering students.

The class was a regular one. The professor wasted no time in familiarizing the class with the curriculum. Like you did in your other classes, you made a list of points you wanted to add in, but couldn't move your mouth to do, crossing off the ones that were made by someone else.

Taehyung noticed this list steadily growing while the question of mysteries in paintings between the renaissance and Neolithic era. He watched from the corner of his eye as you chewed your lip waiting for someone to make the point your pen rested on until he couldn't stand to watch anymore.

“Okay, so y/n’s voice is shot,” You froze as Taehyung spoke, his voice captivating the class, “ But she thinks maybe the secrets were meant to be kept during the renaissance as opposed to the loss or lack of records in the Neolithic era, hence the more cryptic mysteries present in the Renaissance.” You stared at Taehyung in awe as he explained your paraphrased writing perfectly.

Luckily, the professor was laid back enough to allow such a ridiculous circumstance, and the middle-aged man smiled, “A great point, y/n.”

You smiled meekly as the professor elaborated. Taehyung took this opportunity to put his hand in yours, unable to resist when this close, and lean into your ear, “Sorry, I just couldn't take you waiting for someone to say it.”

You nodded, blushing at his hot breath on your ear. Sure, you were embarrassed, but you were happy that your point was made, and you got a sense if credit for your thought, “Thank you,” You mumbled as Taehyung remained stroking your hand with his thumb. You wondered if he was intent on romantic affiliations or he was just being touchy.

“May I ask why your hand is on mine?” You inquired as the professor wrapped up the class, and Taehyung only gave you a smirk initially.

“Have you ever been flirted with, y/n?” You shook your head at his question and he chuckled as he released your hand so you both could pack up, “That's a lie now.”

You blinked, “No, I'm not ly-”

“Come on, let me give you a ride home, it's begun to pour now,” He rushed, grabbing your wrist gently to lead you out, and you obediently followed.

He held the umbrella for both of you as he led you to his familiar car, opening your door for you again. You wondered if he was always such a gentleman to people or if you were special, but the thought was ridiculous seeing as it's only been a day.

“It's getting worse,” You squeaked as the pounding of the rain on the windshield was getting louder.

“Scared of the rain?” Taehyung asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.

You shook your head, “I don't like loud noises,” You explained, “Safe for music, but even with music I still flinch a bit,” You sighed, “I'm a very sensitive person as I've shown you, so anything too harsh makes me shrink, audio wise.”

“Absolutely adorable,” Taehyung chuckled as you scrunched your eyebrows, trying to look for a code to decipher in his words.

The rest of the ride was silent as you focused on the radio playing to take your mind off the windshield being introduced to rain. By the time you had arrived at your place, the pounding was utterly barbaric, “I can't let you drive in this,” You spoke to Taehyung while he put the car in park.

He smiled warmly, “It's no problem, I-”

“Did you want to come in?” You offered, and Taehyung had to suppress a victory dance in exchange for a simple nod, “I can cook us something while we wait out the storm.” You chirped and he couldn't help but return your smile.

You both rushed inside the complex, rushing through the lobby to an elevator, “Which floor?” Taehyung asked, panting from the jog and fear of you slipping while jogging. You were just plain out of shape, holding up a four as he complied.

You both walked down the hall until you stopped at 412, your place, “Home at last,” You mused, unlocking the door, leading Taehyung into your living room of the one bedroom apartment. You flipped the switch, illuminating the place as he closed the door.

Your place was adorable. You had many trinkets and books among the white shelves present, which complemented the pastel blue couches, one full size, one medium, and one armchair recliner, with beautiful self-embroidered throw pillows among them. Your coffee table was painted pastel blue with a wooden top and glass legs in front of the medium-sized flat screen TV.

“My grandmother left me all her furniture,” You shyly justified the old lady look, “Don't worry she didn't die on them or anything,” You soothed his nonexistent worries, “She didn't die at all actually… well I'm not sure, she just left one day with a note saying to follow her will, a free spirit even as an elder, she wasn’t even sick.” You shrugged, “Weird, huh? She said 16 is old enough to make my own living, so I did.” Taehyung studied your face as you spoke. He was awestruck. You both were on your own at 16, how utterly amazing.

“I did too,” Taehyung beamed, catching your eyes, “I left the orphanage a little after my birthday to make something of myself.”

You smiled brightly, “And what a something you've become,” You encouraged, walking to your kitchen to find something to make, “Now, I may not be as spectacular, but I do make some great pizza.” You chuckled, showing Taehyung the frozen pizza, and he nodded enthusiastically in response, prompting you to preheat the oven, “I promise I can actually cook, I'll prove it for dinner depending on how long this storm is going to be. I should really make checking the weather a habit.”

Taehyung pulled out his phone to check only to see bad news, “Well, I knew there would be a bad storm, but I didn't know it was going to be for a couple days,” He mused and your eyes widened, “It should be calmer tomorrow.” You bit your lip, “I don't have to stay-”

“No way you're going out there, I can almost bet the news suggests to stay indoors,” You protested, “I just need to find you clothes, follow me,” You walked to the hallway as he followed you into your room.

Your room was also a nice pastel palette with a plush lavender comforter with a fleece pink blanket at the foot of the bed. You had a small assortment of pillows on your bed, but one caught your eye, and you noticed.

“Oh jeez, that’s awkward.“ You chuckled nervously, “I embroider words I say often in reference to myself into this pillow,” You explained as Taehyung surveyed the rest of your room, wanting to curb the future question he would've had. This what he has waited for, this was one of his largest desires. He was completely alone with you, ready to eventually show you how much he loved you.

Taehyung then looked down at the pillow in your hand. It was a baby pink pillow with white lace trim and the words were beautifully embroidered in a minuscule manner bordering the pillow, however, something was wrong, “They're all mean words,” He pointed out, and you simply shrugged. In an experienced technique, words like, “idiot,” “dumbass,” “stupid,”, and “gross” were the ones that made his blood boil.

“I'm working on it,” You said indifferently, “It's more of an experiment than decoration,” You explained as you walked behind him to go to the closet only to see his back was drenched, “Tae, didn't you have the umbrella?!” You gasped as you touched the clingy material on his back only to feel a rock in the form of a muscle on his back, your hand retreated shyly, unaware that he got wet because he was so intent on keeping you dry, “I have an oversized shirt that I won from some game, so here that is,” You handed him a gray cotton shirt with university’s name on it, and that's when you bent over and Taehyung nearly gasped at the amazing view, “I almost forgot, my old friend came down to visit and he left his clothes here for me to sell, and I just need to find- aha!” You pulled out a plastic trash bag, “It's not very nice, but it's all clean!” You tossed the pillow off the bed to create more space as you placed the bag on the bed, and Taehyung felt better seeing it there as opposed to poisoning your mind further with its harsh words, “I'm gonna go put the pizza in while you change.”

Taehyung nodded as you skipped out the room. He settled on gray sweatpants with a plain black shirt that fit him surprisingly well. He only hoped this friend never overstepped any boundaries. He opened the door to see you approaching, and you stopped to obviously gawk at him. He looked way better than your friend ever wished to, “Do I look weird?”

Son of a bitch. He looked like a fucking model. You were overwhelmed as you studied him head to toe before you could stop yourself. Then your eyes landed on his lips, which looked a lot like pillows, and you only had to lean up a little to- You shook your head vigorously, “I-I need to change too,” You squeaked, going around him into your room, “Feel free to put on Netflix or something!” You hollered from the closed door.

Taehyung settled on the central large couch, navigating through your Netflix to see a lot of true-crime content, along with a wide variety of shows and movies among your watched list.

“I'm fine with anything.” Your voice startled Taehyung as he jumped only to see you in a white cotton shirt and dusty pink shorts with white hemming, and he nearly choked, “Sorry to give you a scare,” You giggled, sitting next to him, patting his shoulder as you did so, and that's when all of his resolves diminished.

Taehyung finally couldn't take it anymore, he needed to touch you, and so he grabbed your waist with one hand while the other went to the back of your neck as he smashed his lips onto yours all in one second. In the next second, he realized his barbaric error, and he was about to retreat until you kissed him back with as much fervor.

You should be appalled, but like paper in a storm, you were soaked before you could even take a moment. You didn't know what a sexual awakening would feel like until you felt Taehyung’s mouth on your own and hands on your body. You didn't know you wanted to be kissed until you felt the plush of his lips on yours. This was your first real kiss, and you hadn't expected it to feel so electrifying. You kissed him deeper and felt his tongue brush your bottom lip as your mouth automatically granted him access. The foreign feeling of his tongue made you moan ever so slightly, enticing a growl from him as he lurched forward, pushing you onto your back. You were making out, and you never wanted to stop. Your superior or not, he was too good of a kisser for you to care. His hands roamed your sides, pulling another moan from you as your legs went to wrap around him, making him groan. You played with his hair as he broke the kiss to move his mouth to your neck, promptly marking you, and you were loving it. This was the most sensual experience you've had to date, and you wanted him to keep going. You had never been a prude, or really valued your incidental celibacy, but you had never cared enough to make an effort for sex, but now that you were feeling arousal such as this, you would beg for more without hesitation. Taehyung sucked on your neck as your back arched when his tongue landed on a certain spot, and he smirked when your fingers roughly brushed through his hair. You were so responsive, and he craved your reactions. By this point, you were more than just figuratively soaked.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The oven timer startled only Taehyung, signaling the pizza was finished, “Baby,” he spoke between kisses on your neck and you only groaned in response, “The pizza.”

“Mm, I don't care,” You groaned again, but Taehyung pulled away, and the whine that you released made the sweatpants tighter on his pelvis.

“You need to eat, princess,” He pecked your lips as he sat up, “I'll get it, and then we'll talk, okay?” You nodded, pouting and he groaned, “What a tease.”

You didn't want to talk, knowing it would most likely result in him saying it was a mistake, and highly inappropriate. While it was less than gentlemanly, it was amazing. It was the sexual awakening of a lifetime, and you just wanted to keep going. You wanted more. In a mere 24 hours, you went from barely thinking of Taehyung, to lusting for him to be your first everything.

He used frilly oven mitts to take the pizza out. He set the pan down on your counter while he found the button to turn off the oven and timer, “Baby?”

“Mm?”

“Why are you still laying there?”

“We have to wait five minutes to let it cool, and I want to use that time efficiently, so I'm not gonna move,” You shyly spoke, “I seemed to have enjoyed our little session, and I would greatly appreciate if we could further it.”

Taehyung nearly melted on the spot as he approached you again, sitting next to your sock-clad feet, “And why is that?”

“You'll think I'm weird if I tell you,” You sighed, “And then you won't want to make out or anything.”

“Try me.”

“That… was my first kiss,” You breathed, “And it made me feel tingly, and I want more.”

There was a crushing and extended silence as you stared at the ceiling, too scared to even glance at Taehyung’s reaction. Little did you know, he nearly came right then and there. He felt himself harden, yet his heart soften. You were completely pure, and all his to have. He would be your first and last everything, this much he would make sure of.

You sighed after a solid minute, defeated, “I knew it was weird-”

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned, laying between your legs to capture your lips once again, “That's so hot.”

Who were you to question this? This was the kind of things that dreams were literally comprised of. Sure, you always loved a slow burn, but this was too hot to slow. You wanted this, but you had no idea how long he wanted this, or how much. Your mind threatened to think if what would happen after this. Sure, you were more than ready to go all the way with Taehyung, but you didn't know if that's because of built up sexual tension or the small crush you had developed in the span of 24 hours.

However, any worry dissipated as Taehyung took your tongue into his mouth and sucked. You let out a strangled moan as Taehyung’s hand stroked your sides, avoiding the good areas like a gentleman, but you didn't want him to avoid touching you. You pushed his hand south, and he went towards your ass, only to brush over it to teasingly stroke your thigh. He gripped it harshly, savoring the feeling. He stroked up and down until you whined into his mouth, and with a chuckle, landed his palm on your ass. He wasted no time in getting hand acquainted with it, grabbing a fist full and growling when you squeaked.

“More,” You moaned, both you and Taehyung wondering where on Earth the stuttering shy girl went.

He just made you feel so sexy, so simply, so quickly. It was a dangerous power he wielded. He could crack your outside demeanor in a second flat. He had acquired such a talent from the constant observation he kept up with for a solid year. He knew your public facades like the back of his hand, the hand which was now groping your behind. The new feeling sent electricity to your core, so you arched your back, lifting your pelvis, and it made contact with his. The both of you moaned at the hint of release.

“Princess, food,” Taehyung managed in between breaths.

You were a modest, quiet reserved girl in public, so it would only make sense if in private, you were a greedy brat. Of course in the most tame sense, but for you, even a pout was too bratty.

You pouted when he pulled away, “Not hungry,” You huffed, trying to lean in, but he was only pulling back.

“Too bad, odds are you haven't had anything today, and it’s almost two,” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “A granola bar doesn't count.” Luckily for Taehyung, you didn't question how he knew of your pseudo-granola breakfast, “Needless to say, I want to take care of you,” He got up to go to the kitchen as you obediently followed him, going to the drawer to pick up a ridged knife. You grabbed the knife by the blade, too lazy to flip it around until you got to the pizza. Taehyung swore he heard warning sirens go off, “Baby, give me the knife,” You shrugged, handing it to him, “I want to keep you safe,” He explained, slicing the pizza, “I want to make sure you've eaten properly, you've drunk enough water, slept enough, everything.”

“But we've only talked for the past two days,” You added, thankfully more puzzled than freaked out, “How long have you felt this way?”

Taehyung smiled softly while he put the knife down to step in front of you, placing his hands next to your sides, caging you against the counter gently, “Ever since you stuttered your name on the first day,” He spoke lowly, leaning his forehead on yours, “I've wanted to kiss you like this,” He landed a prolonged soft kiss on you, and you responded immediately, “Touch you like this,” His hand landed on your thigh, grasping it to wrap your leg around his waist, all the while he exchanged deep kisses with you,“Hold you like this,” He grabbed your other thigh, lifting it to now carrying you, and your hands locked behind his neck, a surprised squeak coming out of you, “Have you like this,” He laid you on your counter, pinning your hands above you while he ravaged your lips, “And so much more,” He growled when you pushed your core against his, “For a whole fucking year.”

Maybe a normal reaction would be, “What the fuck do you mean a year?! That's so weird!” However, you weren't normal. You were kind of like Taehyung in some ways. Not to mention the fact that it was too difficult to be creeped out or fearful when he was so beautiful and perfect. You wanted him to fulfill all his desires he pent up, and you wanted to stay with him. Your first potential real boyfriend looked like a Greek God and is impossibly successful, kind, and funny.

“Do it,” You moaned out, “Do it all to me.”

“Tsk, tsk,” He hovered above your lips, “I said eat, baby.” You whined when he set you on the floor again, “Now, don't tease me.”

You got the plates, handing him one of the ceramic ones. After you both got your food, you sat in front of the coffee table next to him while a mindless movie was playing in the back, “So, why do you rarely eat lunch?” Taehyung asked and you shrugged.

“A lot of the assistants pass their work to me, so I'm busy a lot,” You explained, “Plus I get to save money that way.”

“You have to eat three meals a day,” Taehyung spoke firmly, “I'll make them all for you if I need to.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “You don't have to.”

He caught on quickly, “Of course I do, baby, I said I want to take care of you.” He smiled warmly, “I kept all the embroidery pieces you gave me, I love them.”

“Y-You do?”

He nodded, “Now, eat some more, princess,” You obeyed and he reveled in it.

“Can I ask why?” You spoke up after a few moments of silence, the sexual tensions more inconspicuous.

“Why what?”

“Why you started to like me?” You asked, sighing immediately after, “I sound like a middle schooler, but I don't get why you would even look my way.”

“You're stunning.”

You rolled your eyes, “I blend in with the wall basically,” You spoke incredulously, “I don't think I'm completely hideous, but I just don't get noticed.”

“Maybe that's for the best,” Taehyung spoke as you were taking a bite and you cocked your head in confusion, “I want you all to myself.”

You choked on the pizza in your mouth briefly, and Taehyung began to panic, grabbing water to soothe you, “That just surprised me is all.”

“Why?”

“Look at you, you're perfect,” You whined as he smirked a little, “We could study you in art history, and it wouldn't even be breaking curriculum.” Taehyung chuckled at this, “The only people not attracted to you are only not because they weren't born with an attraction for males.”

“Y/n, I'm really not-”

“You're awe-inducing,” You nearly exclaimed, “You're literally the heir to a huge company, and you worked your way to be the heir, all without an assistant!” You were ranting by now, “You mess around here and there, but you're seldom mean, you're not excessive…” You trailed off to take a breath, “My point is you're the ideal man, and ideal men end up with even better women,”You explained, your tone turning solemn, “My life isn't some bad rom-com, you shouldn't want me I'm invisible, not quirky invisible, but like I'm weird and quiet invisible. I lack a personality when I'm nervous, which is almost always. I'm-”

You were silenced with the softest kiss anyone could ask for, “You're everything I need,” Taehyung spoke on your lips, “You work so hard, you deny yourself meals as a result of it, you're something else. You're like a new element or an undiscovered gem,” He kissed you deeply again, “I'd like to be the one to have you,” He cupped your face with his hand, “I want the whole world to know I'm yours only, and you're mine only, would you?”

“I-I do, but we've only talked for a day-”

“What does that matter? We'll have the rest of our lives to get to know each other,” You blinked at his long-term claim, “I love you, y/n, I have for a year.”

“L-Love?!”

“I know it's crazy, but you can't tell me you don't feel this,” His fingers went to your neck, “Your pulse is going at the speed of light, feel mine,” You placed your fingers over his artery, “It's the same pace, that's love.”

You knew there was an attraction, and he livened up the mundane snooze fest that was your life, but love? After a day?

“I'm nervous Tae…” You disproved his pulse theory.

“Face it, y/n, it's love at first sight, you and me,” He pleaded more than ordered, “Please, I love you so much, I want to show you for the rest of our lives.” He begged, and after some silence, he sighed, “I won't make you say it or agree, I just need you to finally know.”

You felt as if you sat there for an hour just thinking. Love at first sight? You had never considered such a possibility, but you couldn't deny how Taehyung made you feel. He made you feel alive. He awoke emotions in you that not even your kin could invoke. Taehyung pumped blood through your veins, he could make your heart run a mile a minute. Your logic could be flawed, but even that was a sign. Were you crazy? Maybe, but, “I… I think I love you, Tae.”

The smile on his face the broke out was all you needed to make your rational panic fade. His teeth shone brightly as he was visibly relieved, “Really?”

You nodded, “It's the only possible answer, I've never felt like this, and I've had a crush once, even friends too, but I never felt so much emotion before, but with you, I-”

Taehyung covered your mouth with his, deepening it when you responded, “I love you, baby,” He groaned into your mouth as you played with his hair, “You have no idea how happy I am.” He went to your neck again, slathering open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of your carotid pulse.

You moaned, “I love you too, Tae-Tae,” He sucked and you squealed, “You make me feel real things, but-oh fuck- I don't feel scared with you.”

He kissed back up to your lips, “We're soulmates, princess.”

You kissed down his mouth to get to his neck, peppering soft kisses on the base, making him groan while you pushed him on his back, with you on top. Your tongue peeked out onto his neck, and he responded with a growl, “I love it when you do that,” You murmured into his neck as his hand wrapped in your hair.

“I never expected you to be so bold, y/n,” He moaned out, “We'll never get bored of each other,” He stuck his tongue out in a moan as you sucked ever so slightly, “I knew we were meant to be.”

Taehyung flipped you under him, ravaging your neck again, sucking hard, “We're soulmates, Tae,” You breathed out, “You're right, we were made for each other,” You were in pure euphoria.

He pulled away to stare at you, putting his thumb to rub your bottom lip. The thumb which you then poked at with your tongue, taking it into your mouth to suck. Taehyung stared with pure awe, groaning, almost bursting at the sight and feeling of your mouth, “All mine,” He growled, his hand going to your thigh. You thrusted your hips, your core making contact with Taehyung’s hardened sex, and even through four layers, it felt like nirvana.

“I want you,” You begged, grabbing his hand to place on your chest, moaning when he squeezed your boobs, his thumb grazing your nipples, “Please.”

“Baby girl, I want your first time to be special,” He ground out his strangled self-discipline.

“Please touch me,” You pleaded, “I need to release, please, anything.”

Taehyung nearly came in his pants. You would be giving him the honor of inducing your first outside-party orgasm, and he would cherish it. His hand went to cup you over the flimsy shorts and you immediately reacted, your back arching as you let out a silent scream at the slightest relevance if pressure, “My sensitive baby.” He chuckled, poking his finger over your clit, and your lower half twitched.

“Tae, please, I want you to feel me,” You begged, squirming deliciously against his index finger lightly on your clit.

“Oh princess, when you beg so sweetly like that, how can I say no?” He chided in a sultry voice as he dragged hand heavily across your clothed core, making you gasp at the pressure. His hand eventually reached the top of your pant as he slowly slid his hand in, over your underwear.

You let out a whine immediately that made Taehyung’s dick twitch, “I need to feel you directly, please, Tae-Tae.”

He barely felt the soft cotton when you whined, “Ah, you know you're my weakness by now, don't you love?” He whispered in your ear and you shuddered. Taehyung drug his hand up again slightly before making his descent into your panties. He reached your core and moaned out as you did, you were soaked, “Fuck baby, you're drenched, you'll make me cum just like this.” His index and middle finger brushed outside your hole, collecting the juices as he coated your clit in it slowly, eliciting a drawn-out moan of relief and greed. He moved in slow circles on your clit, reaching above it as well, giving you an electrifying sensation, but still leaving you to want more, “I wonder if my messy baby tastes as sweet as her skin does?” He rasped as you whined again from loss of contact only to see him staring at his coated fingers, his tongue slowly peeking out from his lips, and just as he was less than a millimeter away, he stopped, “No, no, I should taste this straight from the source, may I?” You nodded hazily as he made quick work of stripping you from the waist down.

Naturally, you were embarrassed, closing your legs as soon as you were bare, flinching from the sudden pressure. You were questioning just how well you shaved, and if he had a certain preference, “Tae-Tae, what if I'm..” You bit your lip and he stared at you with love swimming in a sea of lust.

“You're beautiful, every part,” He spoke, leaning down to kiss your lips as he placed his hands on your knees, separating them so he could settle between them while kissing down your chest, lifting your shirt. His tongue swirled around your nipple just as your wetness made contact with his shirt, and you moaned softly. He knew it would stain it, and he was more than pleased. He pinched the other nipple, making you cry out. After spending a few moments on your chest, he began to kiss down the valley of your breasts. His open-mouthed kisses trailed down your stomach and just as he was about to reach your core, he went to the top of your knee, licking a slow trail down your thigh, biting the chunk of skin in the center of your thigh, making you squirm. He dragged his tongue until his mouth made contact with the small crevice between your hip and pelvis, taking a moment to flick his tongue there making you groan out of pleasure. He ghosted over where you wanted him most to tease you and bite your other thigh. When you tried to thrust your core to his face, he used his hands to hold your hips down, “Impatient, needy, greedy, baby,” He tsked, but you only nodded.

“I am only for you, Tae.”

Your moans combined with those words awoke something in him. Taehyung finally relented to a slow strip up your core, that made you gasp then moan out a string of curse words. He had initially planned to tease you slowly, but the taste of you was too sweet, and all his to have. He then dove in, moaning as his lips wrapped around your clit to suck, making you quiver, “Fuck, my love,” He ground out as he began to grind his hardened cock against the floor, “You taste like pure heaven, so fucking sweet.” He moaned out even more as he set a rhythm for his impending release. He grabbed your thighs to propel his face further towards the source of the wetness, his nose brushing against your clot as he eagerly lapped up your never ending juices, his tongue wiggling ever so slightly inside you. You squirmed more to no avail in actually moving while he had you in a still position. He sucked hard making you gasp as your back arched again. He pulled away with a lewd pop of his mouth as you saw his mouth glisten, “So fucking wet,” He ground harder against the floor, getting closer as you were too, “I could lick you clean all day, baby girl,” You nearly screamed out when his tongue went stuff against your clit, flicking it as he went back and forth with the talented pink muscle. You begged incoherently for him to keep going and he smiled, laying his tongue flat, letting you grind as you pleased for five seconds before pinning your hips down again, “I'm not gonna last much longer,” His voice was strained while he grinded, blowing on your clit making your whole body shudder. He dove in again, the warmth of his tongue a stark contrast to the chill he supplied by blowing on you. His hand left one hip to circle your soaking hole as his tongue flicked on and around your clit, “Can I try to stick it in, love?” You nodded eagerly as he slowly, and carefully slid his finger inside you. You both moaned in relief, little to no pain present, “Fuck, it practically slips in,” He growled, speeding his pelvis against the floor, “You're squeezing around my finger, oh baby, you're so tight, fuck.” Your moans increased in volume, and he felt you getting closer by the second. He pulled his finger out, only to replace it with his tongue, making your hand grab at his hair as he reached inside you with his mouth as much as he could.

“Tae, yes, yes, fuck!” You screamed, “Oh fuck, I'm gonna…” He moved his tongue mercilessly as you screamed, “Tae!” He felt the clench and the slight rush of fluid as you came, and he greedily lapped it up, his hips stuttering against the floor, and he moaned your name as he came in his pants.

He laid his head on your thigh, heavy breathing filling both your ears. He stroked your thigh lovingly, “T-”

“Thank you, Tae-Tae,” You breathed and he smiled.

“My love, you took my words,” He chided breathlessly, “Thank you for letting me touch you, taste you, and thank you for letting be the first.”

“And only.” You added, thighs still trembling. He smiled, moving to lean on his forearms after he gave your thigh a soft peck. He was still in front of your pussy, staring in awe, “Tae, ew,” You whined weakly.

“What? You're beautiful.” He said softly, “Now let's stretch my baby out.” He grabbed your ankles, moving your leg to a straight position as you cringed from the soreness.

“You still have to clean yourself up.”

“I will, I'm just prioritizing my tasks,” He explained as he then bent your legs towards you, then setting your ankles back to the ground as he closed your legs, making you cringe from sensitivity before he spread them again, “You're my top priority, and I don't want you to be sore.” He finished stretching you out after a bit, “Now, you need new underwear.”

You groaned, worn out, and you lifted your hands, “Help,” You squeaked weakly as Taehyung softened emotionally at your cute demeanor as he lifted you to sit up. You took a good look at him, appreciating his utter beauty, and you scanned his body only to see his cum present on his lower stomachs from his sweatpants riding down while he grinded. You sat criss-cross, allowing your pointer finger to swipe at the small amount that leaked past his boxers, and before he could question you, you brought your finger to your mouth, letting your tongue dance around his smile. You sucked after growing to like the taste, your finger popping out of your mouth emitting a lewd sound as it did, “I like it.”

You smiled gleefully at him, despite how tired you were. His eyes were hooded as his mouth had dropped open, “Such a fucking tease.” He cursed, moving to stand, grabbing your hands to stand you up as well. He looked down at the coffee table, “At least you ate a little more than a slice before we got distracted.” He murmured, setting the mostly empty plates on the counter. As you were about to walk to your room, your legs wobbled, and before you could fall, Taehyung quickly steadied you from behind, chuckling, “I'm sorry, love, let me,” He kissed your cheek before lifting you into his arms like a bride, and he smiled smugly at his own foreshadowing that he could picture clearly. He carried you to your room, placing you on your bed. You guided him to your underwear drawer, and he lovingly dressed you in the soft cotton garment, your shorts long forgotten in the living room, “I'll go clean up.” He dug into the trash bag of your friend’s clothes, thankful to find boxers, black sweatpants, and a white shirt. With clothes in hand, he went to your bathroom to clean the mess he made in his pants as you laid on the bed, waiting for him. He saw a tub in your bathroom and found himself excited to use it with you at some point.

Everything was falling into place for you and him. He was relieved that you finally saw him as what he knew he was, your soulmate. He would finally be all you need, and he was ready to spoil you with all the things you want. Seeing as he was still sane to a certain degree, he acknowledged the insanity if the situation, also relieved you were crazy enough to love him so hard instantly. You both would hold each other on the edge of the cliff, and he was happy to spend the rest of his life teetering there with you.

He emerged from the bathroom to see your legs hanging off the bed as your eyes fluttered, sleepiness bringing your eyelashes to touch the bottom ones, “Did you want to take a nap, baby? I can go to the living room while you do if you want?”

You groaned weakly in protest, patting the space next to you, scooting over to make more room, “I just want to lay down with you.” You wanted to cuddle with him, eager to feel his love in a pure way as well. You wanted to feel his emotions in every way possible as much as you wanted to exhibit the newfound ones that hit you like a train.

Taehyung smiled softly, “As you wish, my love.” He moved some of the throw pillows gently to the floor, covering the mean pillow you created gleefully until there were only two rectangular pillows that matched your comforter. He moved the comforter down as you sleepily scooted up to the pillow and lifted your body to get under the covers. He slid under the covers as well, laying down to face you as his hand cupped your face again, his thumb stroking your cheek. You closed your eyes fully, puckering your lips expectantly. He eagerly complied with a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, pulling away from you only slightly.

“Mmsleepy,” You mumbled and his gave you a toothy smile as you snuggled into his chest, hand gripping his shirt as the thunder clapped outside, “Sorry, I don’t like loud noises,” You rested your hand on the area of fabric you wrinkled, “You know, I've never cuddled with my love interest,” You mused as Taehyung kissed your head.

“Don't apologize, it's okay to feel scared, I want to make you feel safe,” He reassured you as you smiled blissfully, “You fit perfectly in my arms.” He noted. You chuckled lightly while Taehyung stroked your hair as his other hand stayed on your hip, holding you close, “I was never a cuddler before, but I don't want to let you go.”

“Don't ever let me go,” You mumbled, and he almost laughed. That was like telling him to keep breathing, “I don't want to let you go, I hope that's alright,” You wondered, “I know you're a campus prince, and I know beautiful girls claw for your attention, but I want to be the only one who gets it.” You stated, and he was filled with glee, “I want them to know your mine and I'm yours.”

“Sounds like music to my ears, baby,” Taehyung sighed happily, “Not like I can even think of keeping my hands off of you now that you're mine, and I am faithfully yours,” He proclaimed, “Prince or not, I know that you're my one and only princess.”

You nuzzled into him, “I don't want to be apart, ever, I'm going to dislike work now,” You spoke quietly, “I already dislike it, I do so much of the personal secretaries’ work, and yet I still get paid less,” You huffed, “The least they can do is their work before they fool around with who knows who,” You drawled as you found yourself relieved to voice your pent-up frustration.

“Oh, baby,” Taehyung cooed, “Let Tae-Tae fix it, hm?”

“Really?”

The hope in your voice only made him even more determined, “I promise, my love. Had I known sooner, I would've fixed it then, too, our CEO knows about my soft spot for you.” He kissed over your hair, “Nothing will worry you now that I can interfere,” He reassured you, now able to fix things directly as opposed to having to be exceptionally discreet before, and you felt at peace.

You probably would have protested, or maybe even kick Taehyung out after his confession had it been spurred on you two days ago. Something changed in you the day you cried in front of him. You lost all preset reservations you had. You had spent so much of your life putting up an independent front. Of course, you could manage on your own, but it felt good to just close your eyes and lean on someone for once. You had been the product of a Social Darwinist upbringing, but you could finally put the philosophy to rest. Taehyung would help you now, and you were relieved to accept it.

Taehyung watched you as you slept. He felt well rested just watching you sleep. He admired the fluttering of your eyes as you drifted off, the way your nose scrunched when you tried to stay awake, and even the cute way your jaw went slack as you slept. You were beautiful. He could watch you for hours, and he did.

He reflected on the events that unraveled. You had been loud. You were never loud. He made you that way. You had been loud for him. Only him. His eyes, his ears, and his tongue had been the only things to experience your euphoria. He looked at your neck which solidified. all the things his inner monologue proclaimed. You were his.

“Baby,” Taehyung’s voice pulled you from your slumber as he stroked your hair, “Baby it's five.” His voice was exceptionally gruff and it made your whole body tingle.

You only groaned, eyes sleepily trying to open. When you were faced with the radiancy of Taehyung, you realized that wasn't a dream. You were with Taehyung, and he was happy to be with you.

“Tae?” You yawned, “You're here?”

He chuckled, “Where would I go?” He reached down to cup your cheek lovingly, and you closed your eyes peacefully, “There's nowhere else I'd rather be.”

For a while, the rain was the only sound to be heard between the two of you. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Both wondering if what just happened was actually real.

“Where does this leave us?” You wondered allowed.

Taehyung smiled softly as his hand cupped your cheek, “Each other’s,” He leaned in slowly, more hesitant this time without pent-up desires pushing him, and his lips gently connected with yours, “You're mine now,” He stated on your lips, “Finally.” He breathed.

You nodded, lips still on his, “And you're mine.” You deepened the kiss eagerly as Taehyung followed suit, “I want you to claim every part of me,” The words you spoke didn't feel like your own, but you had never been so secure in your own statements. You didn't know if this was out of character for you or if it was your actual character.

He keened at your words, gripping your hip with a growl, “You're trouble.” He mumbled into your mouth.

“Tae?”

“Hm?” His lips never left yours.

“Will you…” You blushed at the request that popped into your head. He pulled away to look at you with a smirk on his beautiful face.You were an avid drama watcher whilst you did your embroidery, and the only sexual experiences you had were second-hand from the steamier scenes. These scenes were the basis of your sexual fantasies. Now that you thought about it, it was too embarrassing, “Oh gosh, nevermind.” You went to burry your face in your hands.

However, Taehyung caught both your hands in his one, “Come on, baby,” He pecked your lips, “Let me spoil you, tell me your desires.”

“P-Pin me down again.” You muttered as Taehyung’s eyes visibly darkened, “Please?” You squeaked out, and he continued to stare at you like a meal, “I-I watch a lot of movies, and in some scenes, I see-”

Taehyung cut you off in your favorite way by kissing you promptly, before pulling away for a moment, “God, you're so cute.” He gushed as he stood up from the bed to stand at the foot of it.

“Tae-Tae, what are you-oh my.” You watched as Taehyung crawled to you, eyes never breaking contact with yours. You were in a trance as he towered over your body.

“Like this?” His hands suddenly pinned your wrists on each side of your head as you gasped at the sudden roughness in sharp contrast to his to his slow predatory crawl, “You want to be at my mercy?” He questioned as his nose touched yours while you nodded, “Princess, I'm honored,” He took your bottom lip between his teeth as you moaned, “Baby girl likes it rough?” You moaned an affirmative response as he captured your lips roughly, much to your excitement.

His mouth met your neck again, his warm tongue touched your neck in an open-mouthed kiss.You moaned out, pushing your pelvis up to hit his hardening erection, causing you both to gasp in euphoria. You were like a bunny. Once you got a taste of sexual contact, you wanted more and more. You were greedy.

You rocked your core to his pelvis, “Tae, I want to touch you-”

Ring Ring

His phone interrupted you, even though he chose to ignore it as he grinded into you, his hips were ridiculously skilled and you found yourself getting lost in-

Ring Ring

“Phone.” You moaned out as Taehyung shook his head in your neck, taking a break from nipping at it.

“Babygirl.” He mocked your tone as he set another open-mouthed kiss on your neck.

Ring Ring

“Taehyung, it could be important.” You pouted, hips stilling as his did.

He sighed, “God, why are you so selfless?” He groaned as he reached for his phone, still above you, “I'm so busy right now, Jungkook, what is it?” He snapped his soft tone for you long gone.

“God, touchy,” You could hear your classmate’s voice faintly as you reached up to suck on Taehyung’s neck as he sighed out at your sudden sexual boldness, “What are you, jerking off to a picture of y/n again?” You giggled a bit, draping your arms around his neck as you ravaged his neck, sitting up as he laid back while you straddled him.

“Sure, something like that,” You tugged his hair playfully at his response as his free hand caressed your body, “What do you want?” He asked in a lower voice, making you question if he was asking Taehyung or you.

You ground against him, causing him go bite his lip, “Ew, anyway, do you think we'll have work on Mond-”

“Fuck, Tae-Tae,” You gasped out as his free hand gripped your ass, making your back arch at the sudden move.

“Are you fucking a girl?! It's been like a year since you've gotten any!” You smiled a bit at the notion of it all, “But, ‘Tae-Tae?’ You said you hate nicknames from females.”

You looked at him with a questioned head tilt and his hand cupped your cheek as his thumb stroked your skin, “She's not any female,” You guided his thumb to your mouth, tongue circling the digit as his jaw went slack, “She's the perfect female.”

“Oh shit, you're fucking y/n?! How?!” You blushed, “Damn, and to think I was gonna ask her ou-”

“I would’ve beat the shit out of you.” Taehyung’s teeth clenched and you suckled on his thumb to soothe him, and he sighed, “Can I go back to what I'm doing?” Taehyung stared at you as if waiting for you to answer.

You nodded eagerly as Jungkook chuckled before hanging up the phone. Taehyung dropped the phone as your lips crashed onto his eagerly, “Actually baby we should talk more,” He spoke as you both pulled away to take a breath, “Your sexual awakening is clouding your…” You suckled on his neck, “Your… fuck, what's that word?” He groaned as you giggled against his skin, “Ah, sensibility.” He gently grabbed your shoulders to put some regretful distance between you two, “Now, my love, let's talk.”

You pouted a bit, “About what exactly?”

“Our boundaries, our preferences, everything.” You looked at him quizzically as you stayed straddling him while he sat up, “Like how often are you comfortable with me going out?”

“Oh, well, you can go out whenever you like.” You smiled, “I don't see why not.”

“Won't you ever get lonely?”

“I'm always lonely,” You kept your smiled as his heart sunk, “Well, not anymore.” You put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek, eliciting a smile, “However, I can handle it when you wish to be social.”

“I could take you with me?”

“I don't want to be a burden.”

“Well, I don't want to be away from you.” He spoke softly as he kissed you just as soft, “I want to show the whole world you're mine.”

“I'll follow you anywhere.” You promised.

“What about other girls?” His question brought a frown to your face. Had he been seeing someone else?

“I never see you conversing with other girls, so how do you mean?” You pouted.

“Don't be sad my love, I mean how do you feel about other girls that try to come near me?” He kissed you softly again.

“I feel like I won't let them get too close.” You said with an innocent smile as Taehyung grew harder and harder, “I trust you, but if I'm with you, I fear I'll be intentionally clingy to prove a point.”

Taehyung smiled with hooded eyes as he gripped your hips harder, “God, you're perfect,” He nearly moaned out, “I want to destroy every man who gets near you with ill intentions.”

“Yeah?” You snickered as you ground your hips on his erection.

He nodded as he laid back again, “I won't let any man touch you.”

You moaned out at his words and the feeling of him under you as your hips rocked back and forth, “I want to touch you.”

“Go for it, princess. I'll go to the ends of the Earth to do what you want.” He panted as you slowly positioned yourself between his legs, pulling down his clothing with a heated face.

Taehyung held his breath as you slid the boxers down. He needed your touch. He craved it more than anything, and now you would give it to him. You have awoken as his.

You drew the breath he had been holding as you saw his dick. It was fully erect, average sized, and had a bit more girth than you had initially anticipated. You ran your finger over the tip which leaked precum and his hips struggled to keep still. Your finger ran down the shaft as he shuddered, “That's right, it needs to be wet, yes?”

He nodded while panting as he looked down at your adorable form between his legs, waiting for instruction, “You can just spit on your h-ahh fuck!” He yelled out as your mouth went to suck on his tip.

You release him with a lewd pop to look up at him, “Was that wrong?” He shook his head as he panted heavily, reaching down you stroke your hair before thrusting up as if to ask for more, “Oh, of course!” You giggled before licking a stripe up from the base to suck his tip once more, the salty precum taste hitting your tongue.

“Yes, just like that, what a good girl.” He sighed out. You then opened your mouth to take him in even more, hollowing your cheeks like you had read to do in a magazine. This made him thrust his hips up, making you gag a little but not too bad, “I'm sorry baby.” He moaned. You shook your head, taking him until the base somehow as he shuddered, “Oh fuck, I'm already so close.” He moaned above the weather outside as you repeated motions of bobbing up and down, “Th-That’s right, babygirl,” He shuddered, “Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum so fucking quick.” He warned you, but you remained sucking him off, “Baby if you don't-shit, shit, baby, y/n, I'm-” He moaned out as you felt his cum spurt out to the back of your throat as you swallowed him greedily, sucking until he no longer tensed up.

You released him with a pop again, this time with a wide grin on your face as you swallowed him. Wiping off the cum on the side of your mouth with your finger and sucking on that finger made him groan out as he fixed his clothing, “Did I do well, Tae?”

“Come here,” He smiled lazily as you crawled on top of him again. He grabbed the back of your neck to capture your lips generously, “Oh baby, the way you looked will keep me hard for life.” You blushed as he smiled softly, “Thank you, my love.”

The day went on like that; trying to talk but getting distracted by your sexual awakenings for one another. It was addicting, intoxicating, and fulfilling. You had felt like a flat line for the better part of your life, but today you were a princess. You were above your own perception, and it was empowering. Today you belonged to someone and someone belonged to you. You found solace in another person, which was a new feeling. You had never felt so intensely. You had never experienced this level of pure crazy passion for anything.

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