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cw: fluff, phainon being shirtless and shameless and sending reader into a frenzy without even realising, based on the fact that phainon has awful fashion taste, unedited because i wrote this in one sitting sawry
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"lord phainon... maybe you should let me pick out your outfit."
the chrysos heir, clueless as ever, glances at the atrocious combination of yellow and purple that sits on the edge of an armchair. you don't even think you can stomach looking at the clothes, the patterns mismatched and the colours clashing so much that you would have to squint to stomach looking at it.
even if he weren't such an important figure in society, you would still refuse to let him leave the estate looking like this, especially for the party lady aglaea was hosting.
you don't even want to think what her reaction to this pairing would be.
yet, phainon thinks nothing wrong of his... choice.
"what's wrong with this one?"
you choke down your more honest thoughts and go with something that won't upset him. "the outfit is far too casual for the occasion, we need something more appropriate!"
"alright, how about-"
his hand reaches to open his wardrobe again and you intercept its path before he can even touch the doorknob.
"how about you just leave this to me, lord phainon?" you insist, brushing his wrist aside. "i like to say i have an eye for things like this!"
he blinks at you, "alright."
as you deliberate through the selection of (rarely touched) clothes, your eyes and hands land on a white, silk dress shirt with blue accents, matching the colours of his normal attire. it looks sensible enough, and fitting for someone with the status of a prophesied 'new king', if you find a fitting set of jewellery, and a pair of black slacks and shoes, lady aglaea would surely allow him entry and not shoo him away for being a sore sight for her eyes.
however, in your rumination, you fail to hear the unbuckling of belts and shedding of clothes occurring behind you.
and when you turn to show him a potential dress shirt, your words barely make it off your tongue before you're squealing, almost falling into the closet.
"what's the matter?"
his toned back muscles, in all their glory, stare back at you as phainon looks over his shoulder, curiosity swirling in his aquamarine eyes. the curvature of his biceps, deltoids, and titans forbid- his waist, on proud display with supple skin, save for a few fading scars here and there- fuck, even his scars had muscles, you should just have let him wear that darned yellow and purple outfit instead of offering to help!
does he have no shame? well- you suppose he did need to be shirtless to try something on, and there's no dubious intent behind his actions, and with a body like his, what's there to be ashamed about?
by amphoreus, he's going to kill you.
"nothing," you choke out, casting your gaze away as you approach him with stiff steps. "try this on."
"okay."
then he extends his arms out, as if expecting you to help him put it on and you both stare at each other for a long moment, phainon, waiting for you to put the shirt on him, and you, waiting for phainon to take the shirt from you.
he's a grown man, why do you need to help him?
muttering a silent curse under your breath, you pretend like there isn't heat rising to your cheeks as he threads his arm through the material. you pretend like your hands aren't shaking when you do up his buttons, fingers careful not to graze his torso that's radiating heat from under the fabric. you pretend like it doesn't affect you when your knuckles graze his chest while fixing his collar. you pretend to busy yourself with the hanger when really, you just can't look him in the eye without feeling hot. and faint.
when you gently cuff his sleeves, you feel his gaze burning holes to the top of your head, and you don't dare look up to check.
"here, these will match." clasping gold bracelets, and slipping gold rings on his gloveless hands, you decide the selection to be fitting. "this looks good, and that shirt fits you very well."
"you think so?"
then you make the mistake of looking him in the eye.
you may not know phainon like the back of your hand, but you're all too familiar with the sheen of heroic determination in his eyes that makes them shine like the rarest aquamarine crystal, yet, it's replaced with something cozier, something as clear as a pond reflecting the blue sky. it steals the breath from your lungs and clutches at your heart, and you feel your mind preparing to shutdown for the second time in minutes.
parting from him like he was fire that had licked you, your movements are awkward when you go back to his wardrobe.
"i'll find some matching slacks and shoes, just wait a little longer."
this time, your ears catch the sound of a belt unbuckling.
"phainon. please, do not take off your pants."
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sorry if youâve done something like this-
What about Jade, Leona, Jamil and Vil with a S/O that somebody tried to love potion?
âŚwarning for minor book/chapter 4 spoilers in the jamil one? in case anyone is a newcomer here. there was just No way i could write this without mentioning his lore. like. come on
đ Leona Kingscholar
Honestly, itâd take anyone some serious guts to try to do this. Or serious ignorance. Or straight up hubris, or maybe all of the above at the same timeâ Since your first few friendlier hangouts with Leona, it was pretty much known to most people who knew you that you were completely off-limits. Even if you just stayed friends, no sane person was going to mess with anyone whoâs close to him. Itâs almost an unspoken, pretty much school wide rule.
It was an especially bad choice for that perpetrator to try to slip you the potion during lunchtime. Maybe theyâre a classmate you barely know, maybe they pretend to be a friend, itâd definitely have to be someone who could get away with approaching you to pretend to want some casual conversation. This privilege was soon to end, however, since you had agreed with Leona to meet up with him at the greenhouse after you ate.
The second you step inside, he can smell that something is off. By then you can already feel it starting to take effect, your head feeling foggy and suddenly occupied with thoughts of that person, which just feels confusing for now. You walk up to him, heâs sitting up with a frown on his face, asking you to come closer. Hazy, you step forward, and through your clouded vision you see him leaning in to smell you. It feels weird at the moment, youâre not sure if youâre comfortable with thisâ Even though thatâs your boyfriend, you think, maybe youâd rather be this close with someone elseâŚ
He canât tell itâs a love potion exactly, at least not just by smelling you, but he knows something is off. âHave you been up to anything weird lately, Herbivore?â He asks, his voice full of suspicion. You just shake your head, mention your classes today were all unremarkable, then so was lunch, you just met up with your friend, while you were eating. Somehow you canât stop yourself from letting the subject linger on them, even though it puzzles you on the inside. He quickly picks up on what must have happened.
Really, anyone who even considers trying this has some nerve. He even says that out loud to them, after dragging you out of the greenhouse into a hunt for this specific person. You wonât even get the chance to remember much about the incident. Next thing you know, youâre in one of the potions lab, with an emptied vial of antidote in your hands. Leona is standing next to you with crossed arms and a death glare, and your âfriendâ is shaking behind a cauldron, having prepared that in record time. Even if notice of the incident spreads, Leona definitely wonât want you to leave his side anytime soonâŚ
đ Jade Leech
Another case in which attempting anything with you is definitely a feat of courage. Even though thereâs a higher chance they wouldnât know youâre dating Jade in the first place, because of how private he is, heâs clearly fond of you. And thatâs without even taking into consideration how often heâs around. Jade doesnât have the sort of infamy Leona dows, but itâs not any less intimidating of a situation, anyone with eyes can tell heâs watching every person around him very closelyâŚ
Theyâd really have to get lucky to get you to consume even a single drop of anything. They might have even tried multiple times, in multiple different ways. Spiking your food or drink is not an option at all with him, because heâs sitting with you while you eat, and who would want to take that chance? If they got you, it was probably by offering you an âextra drink they got from the vending machineâ, which might as well have been attempted before, with Jade successfully distracting you from the drink every time.
âMy, how kind of you. Iâve heard that soda is very popular, is that true?â Somehow, he shows up just in time to strike up conversation with the person, placing a hand on the can they tampered with. âI donât recall seeing this brand back home. Would you mind if I had a small sip first?â He looks at them, then at you, with a strange menacing smile. Once again, that person is taking the can back and stammering excuses that make less and less sense as time passesâŚ
If theyâre brave/stupid enough, and youâre oblivious enough, Jade will just sneakily make himself your bodyguard, ready to catch any new attempts and stop them right before you could get the spiked drink anywhere near your lips. Heâll do it as many times as he has toâ And if it goes on for long enough, and one day they decide to not take their little trap back, he will literally just open it and drink the whole thing. Heâll do it while making eye contact with them, even. âOh, Iâm sorry, my hand slipped. Itâs really unfortunate when that happens, isnât it? Itâs very easy to forget, since most of the time it doesnât cause any harm⌠But the wrong âslipâ could really cost you your hand, you know⌠Itâs important to be careful.â He doesnât look away from them for even one second.
Youâre confused as hell, Jade is weird a lot of the time, but just whatâs going on right now? He hands them back the can, and just waves his hand at your question, telling you heâll explain on the way as he walks off to get some antidote. From the nurse, specifically. And itâs not because he canât make his own, because he could probably do it before the dizziness even hitâ Itâs to get your little âfriendâ in trouble with the staff, heâll even play up the symptoms to make sure they get a nasty suspension⌠Even if theyâre not expelled, you somehow never see them again.
đ Jamil Viper
Not happening. At all. You have no âoff limitsâ fame, no one knows youâre dating (Upon Jamilâs own request) and even if they did, they wouldnât be that intimidated to try to make a move on you normally. Heâs too busy to be lingering around you too much, plus he just wants you to have your own independence in general⌠everything is seemingly stacked in the favor of that person who wants to slip you the potion, but itâs nowhere near enough to get past Jamil. It just could never be.
âŚSo youâd think itâd be easy for someone to catch you off guard, try to slip something in your food or drink. But thereâs just no way that potion isnât even making it into the vial. Really, with the upbringing Jamil had, could any fellow teenager manage to fly under his radar when trying to tamper with your things? Not a chance. Heâs learned to spot real, professional assassins going after Kalim. Catching on to some other studentâs creepy behavior is nothing to him.
He knew it before he even heard that personâs name, or saw them talk to you with his own eyes. It just takes a few conversations about this weird classmate of yours who you started suspecting might like you for him to be able to tell they donât have good intentions. â...I know I might sound paranoid, but I think you should be careful around them.â Is all he says, when you two talk about it the first time. You know him well enough to be aware of how serious that warning is.
Nothing is said after that, but heâs watching them closely too. You donât eat lunch together that often, but Jamil always watches your table from afar when heâs not there. At first itâs just out of habit, but now that heâs got an eye on this person, their every move has your full attention. And itâs all just too familiar, the way they seem to also watch your table, or more specifically, watch you while you eat. He can even sense their frustration at how guarded youâve gotten since his warning.
Youâll never even hear about a possible poisoning attempt because he catches them in the middle of their potion brewingâ With a good chance he wasnât even trying to do that. He just happened to spot them acting weird in the hallways, and decided to investigate. Following them to the laboratory, standing outside of the door to see whatâs happening, maybe take a video or two. He then walks inside, no notable expression on his face, and speaks to them. âI wouldnât do this if I were you. Even making this potion outside of class could get you in serious trouble.â Nothing else is said, he shows them the video on his phone screen, and walks off. Next thing you hear, they got suspended, an when they come back, they wonât even dare to meet your eyes.
đ Vil Schoenheit
The day you two agreed youâd make your relationship official, you also had a very long talk about the things that it might entailâThe worries had been stewing in his mind for a while now, at first regarding his own reputation, but eventually they turned their focus to you. Heâs had people interacting strangely with people who were just his dormmates, so one could only wonder how theyâd treat someone they suspect is his partnerâŚYouâre warned at the very start that itâs a good idea to be cautious of others. But because itâs Vil, and he has all those vocal, sometimes fanatic admirers that are seemingly just everywhere, it can be kind of sadly easy to forget that this type of person could fixate on you too.
It becomes a bit of a dilemma for him, when he hears about this classmate of yours youâve been talking to occasionally. On one hand, of course he wants you to have friends, heâs not crazy. On the other, he already has a weird feeling from the interactions you describe. Then under all his common sense, he just feels sort of jealous in general. You might notice he suddenly looks alarmed, and he might even remind you itâs important to be careful with others. But even if you take it to heart, would you really outright assume they were planning anything so creepy?
Itâs a thankful coincidence that dating Vil also means learning a lot about potions. You often sit around in the Pomefiore dorm laboratory while heâs doing something, and heâs happy to explain the process to you however many times you need. Ironically, the specific subject of attempted love potion slips might come up. It happens to celebrities often, after all, itâs not crazy to think someone would try to get to himâ âThey teach you to not eat or drink anything a fan gives you. You accept it if theyâre handing it out, but you donât touch it. And itâs not just for the sake of keeping up with your diet.â He retells you what he was taught. âYou donât even donate it, since it could be tampered with. Usually, there are tells, but not alwaysâŚâ
Then question becomes, how skilled could another student get, specifically when compared to how observant you can be? It could go either way here. Itâs easy to be alarmed by anyone offering you snacks or drinks after Vil tells you these stories, but youâre not a celebrity, so would that really happen to you? What if youâre just forgetful, or they really manage to get you at a moment when youâre vulnerable? Luckily, no matter how sneaky someone is, they canât hide the effects of the potion forever. On the color of your drink, the smell, the taste⌠or, in a worst case scenario, in the way it feels when it starts to kick in.
Youâll know something is wrong, and heâs lectured you enough you know to get an antidote from the nurse if needed, and you know to report it to school staff. Itâs dealt with quickly enough, but no matter when he finds out, heâs outraged all the same. âHow does a student get away with even trying to brew something like this? Staff shouldnât allow just anybody to use laboratories unsupervisedâŚâ Vil fusses over you, smoothing your clothes just so his hands have something to do. Even if you didnât swallow any of the potion, he tells you to take the day off to rest and stays nearby. Of course he wouldnât just let the situation be solved without reacting, but first, he has to be sure youâre safe.
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can't hold back the words, enhypen.
ă confessions ă f ! r đ fluff f2l + 2726wc ââ incl. mentions of drinking and being drunk jealously somewhat proofread writing.
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¤ LEE HEESEUNG
lee heeseung is.. well, heâs a romantic person at heart. you shouldnât know that, but you do. he likes to give you flowers, heâs always letting you borrow his hoodie, he even goes out of his way to buy you your favorite foods. the way he treats you is completely different than what someone should treat a friend and you canât help it when your heart starts to beat faster when he asks if you want to go on a simple walk.
itâs late, the darkness making it colder than what it had been earlier, and he had given you his hoodie after seeing you without one. you put your hands into the pocket, messing with the paper that heeseung had left in there as the two of you walk around the park near your apartment complex.
the conversation between you two had died out a few seconds earlier, but you didnât think much of it. being with heeseung was easy, you didnât need to be speaking about anything to enjoy your time with him. you sigh, looking up towards the sky. the moon is dark, so you can actually see the stars for once. you smile, kicking a pebble down the pathway.
âthe stars are really pretty.â you hum, not really saying it for him to hear, but he does you regardless.
âyouâre pretty too.â
your steps falter, and you feel your feet become heavier as heat rushes to your face. when you look at him, heâs looking back at you with the softest look youâve ever seen.
it makes your heart stutter, and you worry that youâre going to say something stupid. it feels like all the words in your mind have left you. thankfully, you manage to remember a couple and let out something not embarrassing, âthank you.â
it comes out quiet and rushed, but heeseung smiles nonetheless, bumping his shoulder into yours. ��wanna know something?â
âtell me.â
âi really like you a lot. just.. everything about you makes me crazy.
it may seem shallow, but you arenât surprised. it wasnât like it was some big secret, but it still feels nice to hear him say those words out loud. removing your hands from the hoodieâs pocket, you go to hold his, intertwining your fingers together. itâs a silent acceptance, for now youâll just enjoy this moment in the dark.
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¤ PARK JONGSEONG
jay had been giving you attitude since the moment he picked you up from the library, and quite frankly, you were tired of it. you had no idea what you did for him to be so curt towards when a few hours ago he was acting like the sweet man you had become accustomed to.Â
âcome on.â he pulls open his carâs door for you, letting you get out before he grabs your bag and slams the door shut.Â
well, at least heâs not being a complete dickhead.
he doesnât wait for you, walking away and leaving you to catch up to him. when you eventually do, you tug on his wrist to get him to stop. âseriously, whatâs your problem?â
ânothing.â he sighs, âsorry. iâm being stupid. i donât know.â
âuh, yeah. what happened?â you let go, watching as his eyes flit down to where you had been holding onto him.
he opens his mouth, closing it, and then opens it again. you wait patiently, silently urging him to gain whatever courage he needed to tell you what his issue is. jay is your best friend, and you canât stand him being upset, even if itâs over something stupid.
âi got jealous.â
you tilt your head in confusion, âwhat? jealous of what?â
âof the guy that was with you.â he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. âyou were laughing with him and stuff, and i got jealous.
âoh.â
it wasnât what you had been preparing yourself to hear, thatâs for sure.
âwait, why?â
he looks at you like you have two heads and you frown in return. itâs not like you asked him anything crazyâ you simply wanted to know why he would get jealous of you fake-laughing at a terrible joke.
when he realizes you arenât going to let him get away without answering, he sighs for a second time. âbecause i like you. i want to be the only one making you laugh like that.
thatâsâ you have no words at this point. the only thing that you can think of is that you like him too, that you want to date him. youâre still a little annoyed with him, though, so you donât give him an explicit answer.
âit wasnât a real laugh. i laugh differently when iâm with you.â you smile at him. âyou are the only one who can make me laugh.â
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¤ SIM JAEYUN
you stand awkwardly, messing with the strap of your bag as you wait for jake by his car. the two of you had been getting into his car when a girl asked if she could talk to him.
jake might be a little dense, but you arenât. you know what she wants, you could see it from the nervous smile on her face and the subtle blush as she played with her hair. she likes him, and jake smiled back, turning to tell you heâll be right back.
youâre kicking at the ground when you see his shoes coming towards you. you notice that heâs alone and you feel relievedâ maybe he rejected her. when you look up, however, all that relief disappears. he has the biggest grin on his face. thereâs no way he would be smiling like that if he rejected someone.
âwhat happened?â
he waves you off, ânothing. she just wanted my number.â
âdid you give it to her?â
he shakes his head, and you feel the relief flood back into you. somehow, this whole twenty-second exchange helped you realize that you canât just stay friends with jake, god forbid, someone confesses to him, and he accepts. you want to be the person that he dates.
jake pulls open his car door for you, and you slide in, bouncing your leg in anticipation. maybe it isnât a great thing to confess to him after someone else halfway did, but as the saying goesâ you never know what you have until itâs gone.
you donât want to live the rest of your life wondering what could have happened and youâre positive if you donât do it now, you wonât do it ever. you just have to take advantage of this confidence.
when he gets into his side of the car, throwing his bag into the backseat. you say his name, to which he responds with an absentminded hum. âthis is totally random and out of nowhere, but i like you.â he stops what heâs doing and looks at you. âlike, romantically.â
he blinks rapidly, and you almost laugh at his expressionâ he looks in pure disbelief at your words. he seems more nervous than you do, honestly, which seems impossible because you feel like youâre about to lose your ability to breathe. âyou.. wait, you like me?â
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¤ PARK SUNGHOON
âhere.â sunghoon holds a water bottle up to your mouth, his free hand under your chin as he helps you drink.
you make a silent vow to never drink again. you havenât gotten drunk in over months, and itâs hitting you hardâyouâre dizzy and you canât walk, and you no longer have any control over your body (mostly your mouth).
itâs weird because your thoughts are totally and completely coherent. you know what youâre doing right now; you just canât stop it.
he pulls away the bottle when he sees your nose scrunch up. âyou okay?â
you shake your head, even though that wasnât what you wanted to do.
he helps you stand, both hands on your waist. âno? whatâs up?â
nothingâs up, you want to say, iâm just drunk. you want to tell him that he can go, or he can go get someone else to take care of you because you refuse to let him be the one to. the last time you got drunk, you accidentally told heeseung and jay about your crush on sunghoon, ranting for over two hours, according to the two.
they tease you endlessly, and youâve had to ignore their entire being when all of you hang out, god forbid they say something in front of him.
âi like you. i like sunghoon.â thatâs great. you did exactly what you didnât want to.
he doesnât falter. âyeah?â
âmhm, i wanna date you.â
he purses his lips, almost as if heâs trying to keep from laughing. youâre definitely never going to speak to him again after thisâ maybe you could just play it off as a joke, that you tell everyone you like them when youâre drunk.
âi want to date you too.â your knees buckle, but he easily holds you up. âletâs just wait until tomorrow, okay?â
âoh.â
you feel drunk than what you did two seconds ago. your mind has gone hazy, and your thoughts are running all over the place. it doesnât help that sunghoon wraps an arm around your waist, helping you walk to the cab that you assume he called, but donât remember him doing.
he helps you inside, sliding in next to you. you swear you lose the ability to breathe when you feel his hand grab yours, lacing your fingers together.
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¤ KIM SUNOO
you swipe left for what feels like the millionth time, making a face as you do so. you can feel sunoo watching over your shoulder, and you have to keep yourself from shrinking in your seat.Â
you know that heâs judging youâ you would judge yourselfâ but heâs simply staying silent. for now, at least. heâs told you before that these dating apps arenât going to help you find the ideal person that youâre seemingly looking for, and you know that, but you canât help but try.
the only reason that youâre even entertaining this is because you want to get over sunoo. youâve liked him for as long as youâve known him and been friend-zoned for just as long. itâs been years at this point, and you need to get over it now, or else youâll really end up alone.
âi havenât seen you swipe right once.â sunooâs voice scares you out of your thoughts, and you flinch, turning around to look at him. he has an eyebrow raised, probably wondering why you reacted that way.
âwould you?â
he shrugs. âi wouldnât be on a dating app in the first place."
âbecause everyone likes you.â
âno, weirdo.â he tugs on your ear. âbecause why would i if i like somebody already?â
you can feel your heart sink all the way to your feet while shattering at the same time. as far as you know, sunoo hasnât ever had a crush, and all this does is help you realize that you actually do need to move on. âoh. who is it?â
you canât help but askâ you want to know the person that heâs deemed good enough to have his heart.
âguess.â
frowning, âi donât want to guess.â
sunoo rolls his eyes playfully, moving around so that heâs standing in front of you. you can see the tv playing behind him, and you force yourself to focus on that rather than him. âitâs you.â
your eyes dart to him, âum?â
âi like you.â
that was the last thing you expected to hear and just like that, your heart magically heals itself. your face feels like itâs on fire under his gaze and you find yourself staring at his amused face, words refusing to leave your lips.
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¤ YANG JUNGWON
you settle down onto jungwonâs couch, throwing a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth as you wait for jungwon to turn off the lights. when he sits next to you, he hands over the remote and takes the bowl out of your hands. âokay, you pick the movie today.â
you can tell he isnât surprised when you reply. ânope, itâs fine.â
you go to grab a handful of popcorn, but youâre unsuccessful due to jungwon pulling the bowl out of your reach. you study himâ you know what he wants from you.
youâve been doing weekly movie nights for the past five months, and not once have you chosen a movie. you always make some excuse, the most common one being that youâre indecisive, but that can only get you so far.
jungwon had gotten to the point that he was purposely picking bad movies so that you would cave and pick the next one. but, of course, it hasnât worked.
âwhy? i always pick.â
you shrug. âi like what you like.â
âthe last three have been awful.â he deadpans.Â
you wince when he says that. they really were bad. but truth be told, the only reason you agreed to these movie nights is because, yes you wanted to spend time with him, but you wanted to know what he liked, to get to know him better than you already did.
âthey were,â you start, tapping your thigh anxiously, âbut you liked the ones before that. i just want to enjoy what you enjoy, you know?â
âokay, but why?â you watch as he runs a hand through his hair, and you wonder if you should change the topic, but you figure telling him the truth would be better than making him wonder for any longer.
besides, you were planning on eventually telling him about your feelings, so whatâs it matter if itâs sooner than you planned?
âbecause i like you. i want to know what you like, even if the movies are bad.â
his eyebrows raiseâ you can see the conflict on his face. he goes from shocked, to offended, to completely dumbfounded. you suppose he decided to let your back-handed comment about his movie choices slide.
you canât help but break out into a grin when he turns away, the only sign of his flustered state being his very red ears.
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¤ NISHIMURA RIKI
you barge into rikiâs room, not even bothering to knock on the door; you know he doesnât care.
âtoday sucks.â you announce, throwing yourself onto his bed next to where heâs lying on his phone, facing the ceiling. when he doesnât respond, you look at him. âdid you know junho likes jen?âÂ
you slap his thigh, and he pinches your cheek in retaliation, but he obliges with what he knows you want. âwho cares if he likes her? do you like him or something?â
âew, no, heâs not my type.â you sit up, pulling one of his pillows into your lap. âiâm just jealous because nobody likes me. like, okay, do you think iâm pretty? be unbiased.â
âyeah, youâre pretty. also, plenty of people like you.â
you ignore how easy it was for him to call you prettyâ he said it as if it was a fact, something that everyone already knows and it���s stupid that youâd even ask him that questionâ and how it made those familiar butterflies form in your stomach.
âlike who?â
âi do. jaehyun did, too.â
your heart stops. âhuh?â
âjaehyun liked you. him and taesanâ it was awkward for a bit, but theyâre over it now.â
âno, i mean..â you bite your lip, hesitating on whether or not you should bring this up. you should; itâs obviously very important and has the potential to change your friendship, which is something that you desperately want.
unless itâs negative, but you donât think itâll be negative. you hope it isnât.
âyou like me?â
he blinks, letting your words process. âoh. did i say that?â
âyeah.â
he groans loudly, slapping his forehead in frustration. the noise is so sudden that you flinch and let out a small squeak out of surprise. you have no idea how youâre supposed to react to his reactionâ how are you supposed to feel about this?
âum.. are you good?â
âyeah, just, i didnât want to tell you yet. i donât know why i did. what the hell?â he scoffs in disbelief, rolling over onto his side, his back towards you. âthis is embarrassing.â
âwellâ okay, you like me? for real?â you poke his neck, wanting him to turn around. you watch as his ears turn red at your touch, and you feel your own skin beginning to heat up.
âobviously.â
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I recognize that I'm probably not the target of this post. Or, at least, the reblog. But, this IS on topic, even if it has a different energy!
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It can be challenging to renavigate a relationship with a subject when your previous relationship was HEAVILY effected by a cultural context that is no longer there.
I used to dip my toes into the Harry Potter fandom despite not being able to read the books. (I read for writing style, and hers didn't work for me.) This was back in the mid-2000s, and a huge number of my peers had grown up transformed by this series. They were now adults who considered it an important childhood touchstone. Saying that I hadn't liked the writing style, but thought the ideas were cool, could offend people who thought it was EXTREMELY well written.
So I learned to enjoy the fandom from the sidelines, accepting that I was a bit of a curmudgeonly fun-killer. Keeping the grumpy bits quiet.
And then public opinion shifted, and shifted HARD.
And suddenly the carefully mapped ground was unknown again. People wanted to rant about how the writing sucked. How terrible the ideas were. Positivity got attacked. Quiet enjoyment of fan creations was seen as public support of Rowling's beliefs. Mild comments about the writing being only okay gained "agreement" that it sucked and had never been worth enjoying. There wasn't ROOM to process my opinions about her beliefs for quite a while, because I was too busy trying to figure out how to reconcile with a completely new environment, which was equally dissonant with my opinions of the book, but in very different directions and with a LOT more aggression!
The urge to talk about not liking the books was STRONG. Because I HADN'T been able too before! People got mad if I tried! But I was used to a context of people assuming the book was great, and needing to contrast what I was saying with that assumption. In this new context, where the books were stupid and full of hate and poorly written, my statements sounded REALLY different. They echoed with all sorts of other voices that I wasn't expecting to be there.
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I rarely make absolute statements, so I didn't come off as delighting in people's suffering if it gave me a chance to be right. There are some benefits to anxiously stuffing every sentence with context and exceptions! But I have a lot of empathy for some of the people saying tone-deaf things now. Because not everyone is able to master new tones at the same speed.
Sometimes people are still processing the fact that they might not get argued with if they state that the Anansi Boys wasn't that good, and they've been wanting to complain about Anansi Boys for YEARS without having to acknowledge that they HAD enjoyed Neverwhere and Sandman. And that gets in the way of the fact that something terrible has come to light.
Or they they try to talk about how Mr. Gaiman selling Good Omens 2 always felt disingenuous. Him telling people that Terry Pratchett would have wanted him to make it. They've never said it before, because fandom should be FUN, and it was just a little thing. But they care about Mr. Pratchett's memory a lot, and it had BOTHERED them. But bringing it up now gets them accused of 'boasting', and 'pretending that they knew all along'.
And sometimes, they're trying to work through a hard topic by finding its limits. They need to be able to explore 'everything he ever did sucked' before they can accept the nuance that 'he made beautiful works and also hurt people badly'.
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There are a lot of people who jump to easy absolutes, rather than grapple with complexity. That's who this post seems to be about, and they aren't who I'm talking about.
But, conversely, It's easy to say the 'right' things when you were never invested in a topic. And you have the social skills to pick up what the 'right' thing is.
If you already HAD complex feelings about a topic, it can be harder to throw them aside and only focus on the 'right' thing. If you WEREN'T 100% buying into someone's public image, there's a period of working through your shit that kind of needs to happen.
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Anyways, I've always been a bit uncomfortable about Neil Gaiman. I didn't think Anansi Boys was that good, and gave up after a few chapters. I wasn't surprised when people started coming forward, because there's been a little 'be careful here' tag attached to him ever since I read about the Good Omens photo shoot where he wore black and Terry Pratchett wore white and they joked about it. Something about how Mr. Gaiman told the story.
All of that is a bit tone-deaf to bring in now, even though they're things I've had to process over the last few months. They're part of my relationship with Gaiman's works that I had pushed to the side, and now need to recontextualize, but they aren't directly about the people who have been hurt.
I didn't predict that Gaiman was a sexual predator. I've recommended Gaiman's books in the past, and think his writing is some of the most gorgeous, poetic stuff I've ever read. Neverwhere is amazing. Sandman is also amazing, even if it, too, added some warning tags to Mr. Gaiman's file in my head. I don't think I'm vindicated in any way by what happened, or that talking about my previous reservations is a sign that I was oh so enlightened.
But I'm also 40-ish? I have enough experience to recognize that the world has endless 'clues', and they should be noted down, but not trusted. Maybe the first time something like this happened, I WOULD have excitedly talked about all the puzzle pieces I had gathered, which now fit into place. (But I was offline back then, so we'll never know.)
Gaiman seems to have hurt a lot of people, and lied a lot, and broken people's trust. All of which is more important than my feelings about a disappointing book that everyone kept bafflingly hyping. But in this sudden space for processing what he's done, the pressurized stuff inside of me needs to be processed before I can focus on that new content.
So the disappointing book gets priority.
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This year has, so far, been for me a series of rapid realizations of what I have been unlearning.
I went to the library. This was a couple weeks ago. I knew I needed to read a book, fiction. I hadn't done so in over a year and it was the longest period of time I had ever gone without doing so. I made a rule: I would only pick books I had never heard of, by authors I had never heard of, and I would not do any preliminary research or even bother to look at what the book was about. I would make my decision on whether to read or not purely on my impression of the title, cover and opening lines.
The book was The Connoisseur by Evan S. Connell. It was kind of a random selection. I sat down with it in a corner of the library and straight up devoured it. I tore through the book within a few hours, without taking a single break. I was captivated. I couldn't put it down.
It is a book about a guy who buys a Mayan figurine in a knickknack shop while he's on a business trip. and becomes obsessed with pre-Columbian sculptural art. There isn't really much of a plot apart from this. He goes to sketchy antique shows, has conversations with museum curators, wealthy art dealers and forgers, and seeks to learn how to distinguish a genuine pre-Columbian piece from a fake one. It was written in the 1970's, so the views on Native Americans are antiquated and sometimes offensive, and there is the troubling thread of the very concept of looting another culture's treasures and treating them as collectibles, though the book is not without commentary on this.
All the same, it was a completely intoxicating read. The vicarious experience of becoming fascinated with a topic and having it unfold a whole world for you was ferociously gripping, and so was the intrigue of the art collecting world itself. The frauds, forgeries, smuggling, museums, academics, aristocrats, auctions and seedy flea markets. Will he ever be able to tell if a piece is "real?" Does it matter if it's "real?" Why does he want to own and possess a piece of art, and how does its "realness" affect that desire? The book leaves you not knowing what to think.
It is a book about curiosity, portrayed in the narrative as a totally unreasonable lightning bolt that strikes a man who has never been fascinated by anything and changes him forever. Why? Why does a Mayan figurine, in particular, speak to him? Why does any piece of art, or any fascinating thing in the world, speak to anyone? It is unknowable.
I went to the library again. I picked a new book using the same rules. This book was Fragile Beasts by Tawni O'Dell. Just like the last time, I was totally captivated. I couldn't put it down.
Did I have a couple major problems with the portrayal of some important aspects of the story? Yes. (It would make the post much longer to discuss.) Was I completely captured by and invested in the story for the time I was reading it? Also yes. The book braids together several very different strands-- the story of a legendary Spanish bullfighter and a wealthy American woman that he loved, two brothers stuck in an ugly family situation after their father's death in a car accident, and a rich old heir to a Pennsylvania coal mining fortune and to the sinister underbelly of her family's business.
There was a lot about baseball, which I know nothing about, and bullfighting, which I know nothing about, and I certainly don't know anything about being a teenaged boy who resents and mistrusts his estranged mother, or an aristocratic old lady who lives in a mansion and eats fancy Spanish food. It was fun to experience so much unfamiliar stuff and to care about things I wouldn't normally care about. Once again I couldn't stop reading until I had finished it.
I don't know that either book was "good," though I thought they were both well written; I just know that reading them was like being hooked up to an IV of something essential and life-giving and feeling it reanimating my body.
It had been a year since I had read any fiction, but it had been much, much longer since I had loved to read. As I became an adult I had become picky and critical about books, and developed a highly sophisticated sense of my taste and the books I considered good- which were very rare. My taste in books became so sophisticated, eventually, that I didn't like books at all anymore.
I had almost withered away from deficiency of that essential nutrient known as STORY. I'd almost crumbled myself into dust from pretentiousness! I may have been terribly wrong about the kinds of things I liked to read, on top of it. And I certainly hadn't realized that story was such an essential nutrient.
"Just entertainment" the pretentious sorts of people might say of a book they think is useless-- but what is entertainment but to absorb your mind in something, and what is absorbing your mind in a book but to experience things you would never have experienced? It expands you and makes you more complicated. It is the study of human existence itself.
Now all I have been able to think about today is finishing my work and going to the library again...
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how they are when theyâre in love⌠ft. rengoku, tengen, sanemi, giyu, & haganezuka
an: welllllll hellloooo. i apologize for the wait! thanks for the request :) this was so fun to write :) pls enjoy!
request: "hi, i love your writing so much, your characterization is seriously on point <3 can i request kny x hashira reader about how theyâd be like when theyâd have romantic feelings for the reader? tysm if you choose to do this but itâs understandable if not <3"
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Itâs the little things. Rengoku isnât stubborn. He doesnât hide things and heâs not ashamed. He realizes quite early on that there is something about you. Something that draws his eye. Youâre not someone flashy or boisterous. Youâre just someone that makes his mind wander. He likes your smile, heâs told you so. He likes when you blush, something so rare because you are so seemingly serious to most. He likes your sword style and the way you fight. He likes your voice and how if he catches you late at night your voice has a softer edge to it because youâre tired. He likes making you laugh and buying you food. He likes that you eat just about as much as him and doesn't seem to mind his loud voice. So sure, all of those things could easily tell him that heâs in love with you but⌠but it was just one single thing that solidified it all in his mind.Â
Rengoku had a cold father. He had a warm mother and a kind little brother. He liked his family but part of him was⌠hesitant to start his own. His father never warmed to him. No matter what he did. He didnât know if that was something heâd turn into. And he really didnât want to take a chance. But⌠then he met you. And suddenly taking that chance seemed inevitable. Being with you seemed to weigh on his mind night and night again. He used to love winding down for the night until he met you, a cold demon slayer. Now he laid awake and thought of you. His father was cold and sometimes⌠you reminded him of him. Your coldness didnât seem malicious but⌠it was still there. Still a gentle reminder that he needed more time to know you. His only glaring spiraling thought being; would you always be cold or would you warm to him?
��Lost in thought?â You interrupted his spiraling. He swallowed and smiled softly over at you.Â
âA bit.â He answered cheerfully but his smile faltered as you stared at him intently. That stare felt as though you could see straight into his soul, cutting through all the barriers and barricades heâs built.Â
âYouâre not eating. Thatâs troubling.â You pointed out.Â
âIâm fine.â He lied with a smile, reaching for his chopsticks. Your eyes tracked his hands movement and he found himself blushing at how closely you were observing him.Â
âIs it the mission?â You asked, picking up and taking a sip of your warm green tea. Rengoku shook his head.Â
âI didnât mean to worry you. Really Iâm fine.â
âSo itâs not the mission.â You concluded, crossing your arms over your chest in thought. He stared at you for a moment and you stared back. âTell me what it is.â You said and although heâs heard you demand things of others before this was no demand. It was a gentle question with a soft tone.Â
There was a table between you two, a crowded restaurant with talking patrons but suddenly the room just felt empty, you being the only person his eyes wanted to see. He couldnât just up and say he was thinking about you because it just wouldnât come out right. He parted his lips to speak but nothing substantial crossed his mind. You observed all of it.Â
âNever mind. Tell me when youâre ready.â You said just as softly, and when he met your eyes there was no ounce of coldness in them. He felt warm all over. Nothing heâd ever felt before. He couldnât believe he had ever for a single moment thought you were anything like his father. You chose your words wisely, no you didnât smile much but that made your smiles that much more meaningful when he had to work for them.
âIâm in love with you.â Rengoku said without a second thought. Your hand paused, eyes stuck on the plate in front of you.Â
âHm?â You asked, as though you hadnât heard him loud and clear. Slowly your eyes rose to meet him. Those five words were written all over his face, his soft gaze, the slight smile on his lips. You blushed almost immediately.
âIâm in love with you.â Rengoku affirmed, no shyness. Your lips parted in silent surprise.
âOh.â You said, unable to properly digest his words at this very moment. âYou are?â
âI am.â He nodded his head, leaning back in his chair. You purse your lips, embarrassed. Rengoku didnât push the subject, he paid for the meal and when you both stood he wrapped a shawl around you and you followed him out the door into the stinging winter morning.Â
You trailed behind him a few steps, walking in the indents of the snow he left. Rengoku stood out in the snow, like a sore thumb with his bright hair and fire eyes. He stood out everywhere. You reached out, barely grabbing the back of his cloak. He paused, barely turning, eyes holding that same soft gaze. There were a lot of things you werenât sure of. Your place in the demon slayer corp for one, you standing with your peers, how this next mission was going to go. But there was one thing you were clear on.
âI love you too.â You said softly, snow falling around you two. Rengoku turned more, snow crunching underfoot. You could barely meet his eyes, blushing profusely, hoping heâd think it was from the cold. He reached for you, hand sliding around your hip, barely tugging you a step closer. He kissed you then, leaning into your space and meeting your lips with a gentle press of his own. He pulled back long enough to press a kiss to your forehead.Â
âCome on, let's get you somewhere warm.â
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Tengen was quick to fall for you. He is not embarrassed or abashed by what he feels for you. He loves loudly. It was like the cliff was in sight and then suddenly he was toppling over it with reckless abandon. It's not like you paid him any extra attention. He was a lot and you were shy, you tried your hardest to dodge him if you were being honest. But he found you. He always found you. And more importantly he saw you. Saw through the shy, curt expressions you wore.Â
This time he found you at the butterfly mansion. He was recuperating from a recent mission when you were brought in, bloody and bruised. He could barely walk but he came to your bedside the first two nights. Or so you were told, you had been out for those two days. When you woke up the first day one of the girls changing your bandages told you about him staying with you and being forced away from your side.Â
The next morning you woke up and Tengen was dead asleep in the chair next to your bed. The sight was⌠something. He was a Hashira and you were a slayer. He was always put together when youâd see him but⌠he was disheveled, his white hair a mess from sleep, his face serene. It was⌠it took your breath away. Something about his vulnerability and sudden softness made your heart quicken in your chest.Â
You pushed up in your bed, it groaned gently under your weight and you paused as Tengen stirred. He moved just a bit before settling right back down. You pushed out of the bed after a moment. Youâd overstayed your welcome at the mansion, you felt fine enough to travel and there was something⌠intimate about Tengen wasting so much time by your side when he should be focused on himself.Â
Gathering your things up you moved quietly through the room, you slung your bag over your shoulder and reached for the door.Â
âLeaving so soon?â His voice was smooth and rich from sleep. Your hand paused. Hoping in vain that you had heard things but then you heard him pushing up in the chair he was slouched in. You cleared your throat.Â
âI was assigned a new mission.â
âIâll accompany you.â He says and you spin around, shaking your head.
âNo need. Youâre recovering.â
âAnd so are you.â He says, pushing to his feet and stretching like a giant animal. You purse your lips as he yawns.
âIâm fine. Youâre a hashira, you shouldnât waste time on low level missions.â You say as Tengen raises a brow.Â
âLow level?â He echoes, looking slightly amused. You nodded your head doubling down on your statement. He smiled at you, laughing slightly. He looked⌠entirely too handsome like this. You looked away, blushing. âRegardless of mission difficulty Iâd still like to accompany you.â You swallowed, the room was small. Tengenâs hair was down, mussed a bit from sleep. Cheek still a bit red where he had fallen asleep leaning against his hand. You could barely look at him, your heart pounding in your chest.
âIâm sure you have more pressing things to do.â You offered and Tengen just brushed away your attempt with a wave of his hand. He walked towards the door where you stood and reached, brushing past you to pull open the door. He invaded your space, large and not entirely imposing. You felt startlingly comfortable this close to him yet at the same time your heart was in your mouth impeding your speech.
âGive me ten minutes to clean up. Donât leave without me, little slayer.â He smirked, brushing past you to disappear down the hallway.Â
âWait,â You called after him and he paused. You stood awkwardly halfway in the hallway and halfway in your room, the cold air of the hallway brushing against your flushed skin. He cocked his head at you. You bit your lip, leaning against the door jamb before sighing.Â
âI donât⌠have a mission. I was just⌠trying to slip out.â You explained feeling guilty and a bit silly. Tengen didnât look surprised, rather he just looked amused. He nodded his head.
âIs that so?â He asked, slowly walking towards you in the dim light of the hallway. You watched him approach, heat churning through you.Â
âMister Uzui-â
âOh, thatâs nice.â He smirks at your attempt at professionalism.
âIâm sorry for lying.â You blushed as Tengen actually laughed.
âI forgive you.â Tengen drawled as he approached you. You watched with bated breath as he reached and tucked your hair back out of your face.Â
âMister-â
âYou can call me Tengen.â He cut in softly, his hand lingering on your cheek.
âTengenâŚâ You cooed and that was the moment. Like a twig snapping in the forest. Quick and precise. There is not a single other person in this world heâd rather hear his name spoken by. His eyes dropped to your mouth. Your lips moved but he hadnât heard a word you said.Â
âIâm sorry,â He murmured. âI canât focus.âÂ
âHm?â
âIâm going to kiss you.â He said sort of like a warning. You blushed to your bone and couldnât find it in yourself to pretend you hadnât been wanting that. You nodded your head and parted your lips to answer but Tengen ducked his head, lips cutting off your barely formed sentence.
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Sanemiâs love is consuming, it's possessive. He watched you from afar, eyes drinking in your every little movement. He watched you dive forwards, practice sword in hand as you evaded a clever strike from your opponent. You launched, foot forwards as you sent the boy sprawling backwards on the ground, dust kicking up around him. Sanemi set up, he couldnât hide the smirk that stretched across his lips as you swung your sword forwards and pointed it at the boy.Â
Ruthlessness. That's something Sanemi didnât see much. Your swordplay was exact and left no room for imagination. He could see you becoming a Hashira in no time.Â
The boy raised his hands in mock surrender and you reached a free hand out, pulling him to his feet. Sanemiâs eyes narrowed. The boy said something and the smile and laugh that sprung from you had Sanemiâs stomach in knots. He clapped his hands together in an instant.Â
âTrainingâs done. Leave my sight.â He called out to the group of you. âExcept you. You stay.â He pointed to you. The smile died on your face as your sparring partner patted your shoulder as he walked by, good luck he mouthed before jogging to catch up with the other slayers. You swallowed dryly as you heard Sanemi approach you. You steeled your expression and turned.Â
âDo you think at the end of a fight with a demon you can extend your hand to them and yank them to their feet?â Sanemi asked as you furrowed your brows.Â
âUh- um⌠noâŚâ you answered confusedly. Sanemi stared hard at you for a moment.Â
âUm no? You sounded unsure.â
âNo.â You answered, more sure this time.Â
âThe point of sparring and winning isnât to give up when your opponent raises their hands, itâs to have them tap out in submission.â Sanemi chided as you nodded your head. He didnât like the playing around after the match it seemed.Â
âI understand.âÂ
âSo what was so funny?â Sanemi asked as you blinked slowly.Â
âHm?â
âWhat was so funny? After your spat. What could that idiot possibly say to make you laugh?â You stared at him for a long⌠long moment. Not only could you not remember what your partner had said but also⌠Why did Sanemi seem to care so much? You shifted slightly, twirling your practice sword in the dirt.Â
âIâll be better next time.â You said, hoping that would appease this strange attitude Sanemi was sporting. Sanemi looked you over for a minute.Â
âHas anyone asked you to be their tsuguko?â
âYes, Mr. Shinazugawa.â You nodded your head and Sanemi moved a step closer.Â
âAh. Is that so?â He asks, reaching up to run a hand through his unruly white hair.Â
âJust a few offers.â
âWho offered?â
âUm⌠Ms. Kanroji, Mr. Tengen, Mr. Rengoku, and Mr. Tomioka.â You name off, with each name Sanemiâs face gets a bit redder. You clear your throat. âT-thatâs all.â
âBe my Tsuguko.â He says, his eyes connect with yours. You swallow. Out of all the Hashira⌠Sanemi was the only one you were wanting to train under. It was purely out of admiration and definitely not for anything⌠else.Â
âIsâ is that a serious offer?â You asked, eyes lighting up. Sanemi nodded his head and you couldnât help the smile that took over your whole face. âI accept.â You said graciously. Sanemi turned away.Â
âGood. We start in the morning.â He said over his shoulder. You nodded before realizing he couldnât see you.Â
âYes, Mr. Shinazugawa.â
âSanemi.â He said and your lips parted, brows furrowing softly.Â
âHm?â
âYou donât have to be so formal, weâre the same age.â He says before walking off. You watched him go, smile stuck to your lips.Â
Two months passed and Sanemi was a ruthless teacher. He ran you ragged everyday, but you could feel yourself improving. You could feel the power in your swingâs strengthening. You knew you made a good choice training under him. You kept your rampant feelings at bay in favor of professionalism but⌠it was hard. You felt guilty for having these feelings and so you decided to tell Sanemi you were going to become someone elseâs tsuguko.Â
On Sanemiâs end there was something stirring. A sort of thorn in his side. He was⌠incredibly⌠stupidly⌠in love with you. Heâd thought heâd just been fascinated with you at first and yeah⌠he is fascinated with you. But itâs much more than fascination at this point. Spending day and night, trading you up he could see why the other slayers would gather around you like a flock. He could see the appeal in telling stupid jokes just to see a smile. Ever since heâd asked you to be his tsuguko and you smiled at him heâd been chasing that high ever fucking since. It was addicting. Your smile, your laugh, your voice and smell and the way you fought it was all being captured and cataloged in his mind.Â
Even now as he swung his sword to meet yours his eyes swept over your face, full of concentration, his heart swayed unevenly in his chest. He stepped back.Â
âThatâs good enough for tonight, good defense.â He commented as you breathed heavily.Â
âThank you.â You said almost breathless, walking over to place your practice sword with the others.Â
âWait,â Sanemi called after you. You passed, turning.Â
âYes?â You asked. Sanemi looked at you, he turned, gathering his thoughts.Â
âYouâve⌠improved incredibly.â He says, scratching the back of his head. He wasnât looking at you as he said it and for some reason you needed him to. You walked a bit closer, stepping in his eyeline.Â
âYouâre a good teacher.â
âYouâre a quick learner.â
âI.. donât know about that.â You laughed slightly. He stepped closer, he never licked when you talked down about yourself and he wasnât going to change that about himself now.Â
âYou are. I wouldnât lie to you.â
âI didnâtâŚâ you cleared your throat. âI know that. Would you⌠give me some more truths?â
âHm?â Sanemi hummed and met your eyes.Â
âMr. Shina- er⌠SanemiâŚâ you steeled yourself. âAt the⌠risk of making things awkward⌠I canât really keep things⌠at bay much longer.â
âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm⌠in love with you. Itâs⌠affecting my ability to be⌠ya know⌠professional.â You stumbled. Sanemi watched you, you watched his lips barely part in surprise and decided to prattle on. âYou are under no obligation to say anything to me. I already spoke with Ms. Kanroji and she said sheâll take me off your hands-â
âOff my hands?â Sanemi echoed, taking a step closer to you.Â
âSheâll take me in as he tsuguko so you donât have to deal with me and my⌠feelings.â You stumbled, red faced and embarrassed. You couldn't see his eyes anymore.Â
âYou⌠you think Iâd just kick you to the curb?â Sanemi asks as your eyes snap up to him.Â
âWell, I-â
âI donât want anyone to take you off my hands. I want to keep you.â Sanemi declared. You were speechless. Sanemi reached for your hand. His hand was rough and scared but he held yours with gentleness. He brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your knuckles. You watched this whole scene unfold⌠totally enraptured by this side of Sanemi. âStay. I couldnât stand to lose you.â
âSanemiâŚâ
âI love you. Stay.â
~
Giyuâs love is peaceful, itâs quiet, itâs soft blushes and special moments. You hated him. You had to hate him. You had to. Because anything else would be unacceptable. It would be a complete betrayal to yourself. To the you that first met the unpleasant Mr. Tomioka. The you with wide unburdened eyes. The you that ran deliveries for your family, in your small town. Completely unaware of the dangers and⌠complete unfairness of the world.
Mr. Tomioka came to your town. He was short with you, he didnât talk much and had these⌠soulless eyes. The whole town talked about him. Apparently he was something called a Hashira. Thatâs what your aunt told you, apparently sheâd gotten a few more words out of him then most. He was in town to investigate a few of the disappearances. You didnât see much of the need for him here considering the three ladies that disappeared left notes. A lady at the local cafe you were delivering to had told you the girls had each run off with a guy they each met a town over. You were quick to believe because one of the girls had drunkenly told you two nights before her disappearance that she had met someone. Called him dark and handsome. She prattled on for a bit about him and seemed excited to see him again.Â
âYou spoke with her?â Mr. Tomioka asked you. Heâd asked to have a few words with you about the girls after a day or so of him in town. You were⌠less inclined to speak with him because he had rubbed you the wrong way when he first arrived. Though this was no time for pride.Â
âYes, she was at the local bar. She was drunk and talked about a man she met.â
âWhen was this?â He asked, those soulless eyes on you as you fiddled with your hands.Â
âTwo days before she left.â
âBefore she left? You donât think she disappeared?â
âI donât⌠I donât know. I guess I think sheâs just with that guy.â You explained. Mr. Tomioka squinted his eyes at you, his face unchanging.Â
âHer parents are very worried about her. They say sheâd never up and leave.â He explains as you purse your lips. You were going to argue with that. Her parents knew her better than anyone. âIs there anything else you can tell me?â
âMhm⌠well⌠she said the man she was going to meet lived in a town over.â
âAll of the ladies missing have told their friends and families the same thing. Theyâre meeting a guy a town over. Only theyâre not seen again.â Mr. Tomioka explains. You sit up slightly.Â
âReally?â
âDonât gossip about this. This stays between us. I mean it.â
âI wouldnât.â You declared sharply, slightly offended he would insinuate that youâd run your mouth about this. You were a listener. Not a talker, things said to you always remained a secret.Â
âEveryone else in this town foams at the mouth to spread things across town.â
âItâs a small town, Mr. Tomioka. People care for each other.â You grumbled, crossing your arms. âThey like to be in the know so they can help when needed.â
âTheyâre nosy.â He argues. Your eyes sharpen, lips pouting slightly.Â
âTheyâre good people.â You pushed up from your seat. âNow if thatâs all, Mr. Tomioka, I have work to get back to.â
âThatâs not all.â He responded coldly. You stared at him, you didnât sit back down. âThereâs a link between the girls and I have a feeling youâll be the next to disappear.â
âWhat?â You croaked. Mr. Tomioka didnât convey any special feelings, he just reached for his tea and took a careful sip. He kept you waiting.Â
âThe three women missing share various traits. Age, eye color, hair color, and body type. I believe a demon has an appetite for a specific type of woman.â Mr. Tomioka explained. You stared at him. You stared some more. You parted your lips to speak and then shut them. Did he just say⌠demon?Â
âI⌠believe I misunderstood. Do you mean demon as in evil?â
âI mean demon as in demon. I believe the creature is hunting pretty women like you andâŚâ you zoned out. Demon? A creature? You couldnât focus. You slowly sunk back into your chair. After a moment Mr. Tomioka noticed you not taking in his words. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. âThis is all a bit much for you.â
âYes.â You nodded numbly.Â
âMiss, afford me your time. I believe you are in danger. Let me stick near you to keep you safe. I believe the demon will try something soon and I want to be there to intercept it.â He asks, leaning forwards.Â
âWhatever.â You waved him off. âI believe you are delusional but⌠I see no harm in humoring you at least till you figure out what happened to those girls.â
And stuck around Mr. Tomioka did. He walked you to and from work, assisted on your deliveries. As you slept he patrolled your cabin and watched out for your family. He ate with you at dinner and breakfast and lunch for at least a month and a half. Mr. Tomioka didnât talk much and you tried getting anything out of him but he was all serious like. It was hard to get past that.Â
You had started to believe he was a mad man when suddenly you felt a cold hand around your wrist while you were walking to work. When you turned you saw the demon and then a flash of light as Mr. Tomiokaâs sword arched and sliced the demonâs wrist into two. You stumbled back as Mr. Tomioka made quick work of the demon. His slice was clean and true and you watched, wide eyed and unblinking as the demon dusted to nothing. You could even muster a word, so utterly terrified and exhausted and completely at a loss. Mr. Tomioka sheathed his sword.
He was right. He was right about the creature about it coming for you. You fell to your knees. Mr. Tomioka was at your side in the blink of an eye.Â
âYou hurt? I was quick to kill it, I thought.â
âThose girls?â
âAre resting easy now.â He says. Tears fill your eyes. You nod your head and look at the floor. You outlived those girls purely because of Mr. Tomioka. And you had been utterly and completely cold to him the moment he set foot in the town. Mr. Tomioka placed a careful hand on your back. âCan you stand?â
âYes.â You answered shakily. Mr. Tomioka offered you a hand and you took it. His⌠his eyes didnât look so soulless now. He held your cold hand in his warm hand. He didnât let go. âMr. Tomioka⌠Thank you. You⌠saved my life.âÂ
âIâm glad youâre safe.â He answers you, his eyes connecting with yours. Your stomach dropped. A moment was shared. One where⌠you couldnât believe for a moment you had despised this man.
The next morning you walked Mr. Tomioka to the train station. It was a quiet morning, dew stuck to the grass blades, a gentle fog rolled through the town. The train station was quiet, you two were the only ones there, even the train hadnât arrived.Â
Giyu looked over at you. The way your dress swayed, the way you stayed directly beside him as you walked. Giyu⌠felt trouble the moment he arrived in this town and it wasnât the demon lurking in the shadows. It was you. He felt it the moment he walked into your place of work and you smiled so brightly he had to look away. Talked so sweetly that he couldn't form a coherent thought. His words were clumsy and came out sharper than intended because heâd never been this nervous in front of a woman before. Heâd saved you and still couldnât manage to put to words the way you made him feel. He knew youâd come around on him. Knew heâd rubbed you the wrong way at first. But the warmth in your smile as you thanked him last night kept him from sleeping. And now he was leaving, a new mission in sight and three words dying to spring free from his lips.Â
âQuiet morning, it seems not many are leaving at this hour.â You observed as you stepped onto the train platform, Mr. Tomioka a step behind you.Â
âItâs nice.â He commented and you turned, smiling.Â
âIt is.â The distant chugging of the train told you both that this little kinship you two had found with each other was coming to an end. âOh! Mr. Tomioka⌠I canât thank you enough for all youâve done for us and for⌠saving me but I wanted to give you this as thanks.â Your hands brushed as you handed him over some homemade food for his train ride. He nodded in thanks as the train pulled into the station. He lingered for a moment, he looked down at the food. You watched him, glancing towards the train, passengers filtering off. âMr. Tomioka? Youâll miss your train.â
âMay I visit again?â
âHm?â You responded almost immediately.Â
âMay I⌠come and visit⌠again?âÂ
The question lingered in the air for a moment. You blinked, lips parting.Â
âOf course. My family loves you. In fact the whole town has warmed to you. Iâm sure theyâd love to have you back again, no demon lingering this time.â
âAnd⌠What about you?â
âMe?â You echoed. He finally met your eyes. Your stomach dropped.Â
âHave you⌠warmed to me?â
âAh.â You cleared your throat. You wouldnât lie. Not now⌠it seemed important in this moment not to mince words. âVery much so, Mr. Tomioka.â There was a small stretch of silence between you two. He clearly had felt the effect of your words. âMr. Tomioka?âÂ
âPlease⌠please call me Giyu.âÂ
âGiyuâŚâ you tried his name out⌠you liked it. âIf it wasnât incredibly selfish of me to ask, I'd ask you to stay.â
âIf it wasnât incredibly selfish of me I would.â He returns.Â
âSo weâre⌠in agreement.â You say and watch the ever stoic Giyu Tomioka smile. It was a small, shy sort of smile but it was a smile nonetheless. Youâd catalogue it. The train horn honked, signifying it was about to take off. Giyu stepped close, his hand gently hovering by your cheek.Â
âMay I? As a goodbye?â He asks. He didnât even need to. You nodded your head and he leaned into your space and pressed his lips to yours. Softly. His thumb caressed your cheek and he deepened the kiss, his free hand wrapping around your hip. He pulled back, hands still on your hip and cheek. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.Â
âIâll come back.â He promised and with that⌠he was gone.
~
Haganezukaâs love is confusing, confounding, a bit frightening⌠to everyone else that is.Â
Oh boy. You had⌠broken your first sword. The only piece you were about to recover laid pathetically in your hands. You shook with tears. It was just a sword. Why were you so worked up?
âThatâs tough.â Mitsuriâs hand patted your back. âBut a right of passage as a demon slayer.âÂ
âYouâve done this?âÂ
âMany times. Before I was a Hashira I broke at least ten of my swords.â She explains as you grip the piece in your hand. Turning to look at her. Sheâs smiling but then she cringes. âYouâre going to have to request a new sword.âÂ
âA new one?â You echo as she nods her head.Â
âWe can travel to the swordsmith village together.â She smiles. âDo you remember the smith who made your sword?â
âUm. I believe it was Mr. Haganezuka.â You said and that smile dropped again.Â
âMr. Haganezuka?â She echos. You nod your head. âHaganezuka? With the sunflower patterned haori? The wind chimes on his woven hat?â
âYes, Ms. Kanroji.â You say, interest and eyebrows piqued. She blows out, running a stressed hand through her hair.Â
âYouâre absolutely sure? You spoke with him before? You know his⌠nature?â
âHis nature? I only saw him in passing. Mr.Urokodaki spoke with him.â You sigh slightly. âIs something the matter?â
âYes. This⌠I was hoping itâd be a relaxing trip for you after our mission. But⌠wellâŚâ She pats your head. âGet packed, weâll leave for the village in the morning.âÂ
âUm, alright.â You said cautiously. You watch Mitsuri pout slightly as she pushes to her feet and trudges back towards her room.Â
The trek to the village took about three days. When you arrived you were surprised to see so many swordsmiths bustling around. Mitsuri had explained to you that Mr. Haganezuka was a character. She said he was intense and to disregard his actions. To say the least she had you nervous as you trekked up the path to his house. Mitsuri had taken off to the hot springs the moment you two stepped into the village and stated for you to meet her. That after talking to Mr. Haganezuka you were going to need some time to relax.
You sucked in a breath, hand reaching up as you rapped your knuckles against his workshop. It was deathly silent since he lived a bit sways from the village. You could hear the distant bustling but not much else. The door creaked open and the first thing you saw was the mask. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide.Â
âYes?â His voice was muffled behind the mask. You stared, lips parted. You had fought demons but this scene had your heart on edge. His workshop was dark, he towered over you, looking down at you through the crack in the door.Â
âM-Mr. Haganezuka?â You asked, voice shaky. He nodded. âIâm⌠a d-demon slayer. You⌠made me a sword.â You explained. He didnât answer, just stared down at you. You wished you could see his expression, you read people well and behind a mask he was a mystery to you. âI was Urokodakiâs student.â You tried again. Again he just started. You instinctively stepped back and reached for your bag. You pulled out your broken sword and presented it to him. His head moved as he looked at the broken sword then moved again as he met your eyes.Â
âAh. I remember you.â Was all he said as you swallowed dryly.Â
âIâ I appreciated the s-word you made me. It⌠it was a great help. Unfortunately⌠Iâ b-broke it. Iâm⌠still t-training and I was careless and uhmâ and foolish.â You explained, you were unable to meet his eyes anymore. Your eyes glued to the broken sword in your hands. âI am terribly⌠terribly sorry for the inconvenience.â
âNot an inconvenience.â He said, and pulled the door open slightly. His workshop wasnât as dark as you thought as you caught a glimpse of a fire churning in the hearth. You parted your lips, surprised by his words. âYouâre alive. The sword fulfilled its purpose.â At that you finally raised your eyes just as he reached out, hand brushing yours as he grabbed the shattered remains. âCome back in three days. Iâll give you a new sword.â
âReally?â You asked softly. Haganezuka nods his head. âWell I appreciate-â The door clicks as he shuts it right in your face. Oh.Â
Three days later you visit again. This time with Mitsuri in tow. She would not believe your story of how your first interaction with Mr. Haganezuka went. She claimed he put her in a headlock the first time she broke her sword. She said he chased her till sunrise another time. Mr. Haganezuka seemed⌠apathetic to you.Â
You knocked on the door. No answer. You glanced at Mitsuri and she reached out and knocked. Nothing.Â
âMr. Haganezuka?â You called through the door. You raised your hand again and this time the door cracked open. You jumped, startled as the man pulled open the door. You're not sure how you could tell because of the mask but something was wrong with Mr. Haganezuka. He leaned against the door heavily.Â
âCome in. Iâll fetch your sword.â He says as Mitsuri shoots you a confused look. You follow him as he walks laboriously through his workshop.Â
âMr. Haganezuka?â You ask, he tilts his head slightly. âAre you alright?â
âYour sword took me night and day to forge.â He says as he walks you into the main room, Mitsuri close behind Â
âDay and night?â You echo. âDid you sleep? Eat?â You ask as Mitsuri warningly grabs your arm.Â
âHere it is.â Mr. Haganezuka presents the sword to you. Your eyes widen. It was⌠different from your last sword. The hilt was a beautiful shade of maroon with intricate carvings.Â
âWow⌠this is⌠magnificent.â You were at a loss for words to describe it. Mitsuri sucked in a breath behind you, eyes bulging at the sight.Â
âIt will suit you well.â He says, leaning on his work table.Â
âHow much do I owe you, sir?â
âNo.â
âN-no?â You echo. He just shakes his head.Â
âMake sure to treat it well.â Mitsuri says.Â
âI rather hope it treats her well.â He says, sliding into the seat.Â
âMr. Haganezuka, as a thanks please allow me to treat you to something to eat.â You step closer to him. Mitsuri grabs your arm but you donât let her deter you.Â
âMr. Haganezuka is a busy man-â
âAlright.â He says to your surprise.Â
You whipped him up something and Mitsuri took her leave. You laid the food out for him and grabbed your sword.Â
âIâll be taking my leave now.â
âYou may stay. If you like.âÂ
âI figured you wouldnât want company⌠that youâd want privacy-â he reached up and undid the tie to his mask, letting it drop in his hands. You blushed. It was an instant reaction, one you couldnât hide. He was⌠handsome. Very handsome. With dark hair and dark eyes. But also he looked exhausted, dark circles beneath his eyes.Â
âI donât mind your company, slayer.â He says and you swallow dryly.Â
âIâll stay then.â You say and sit across from him, he pushes some of the food your way. âYou eat. You need it more.â You say but he doesnât pull the plate back. You sigh, and grab some food.
You spent a month in the village, recuperating from your prior mission, training with Mitsuri and occasionally seeking out Mr. Haganezuka. He was gentle, and kind. Mitsuri was unsettled when she saw how he treated you. Maybe unsettled isnât the right word⌠more intrigued. She said she had never seen him act that way with anyone. Not even Rengoku. And everyone liked Rengoku. But you liked Mr. Haganezuka. He was an incredibly hard worker, almost working himself to the bone. He was diligent, he was⌠handsome. Youâd never seen a man like him before.
On your last night you packed up your things. Mitsuri had headed out earlier that morning and you were to meet her later in the week. You tossed your bag over your shoulder and pulled open your door. You traced the same path back to Mr. Haganzukaâs and as you arrived Mr. Haganezuka was already pulling open the door.Â
âI cooked.â
âYou did?â You ask, a smile forming on your lips. He hadnât worn his mask since the first time you two met. He nodded his head and you followed him inside, setting your bags by the door. âI just wanted to stop by to say goodbye but I guess I can eat before going.â He stops, turning slightly, eyes intense.
âHm? Youâre leaving?â
âYes, sir.â You nod your head. âMs. Kanroji and I have a new mission a few towns over.â
âAh.â He says, he turns away, still paused. You watch him from behind, blinking.
âMr. Haganezuka?â
âFoodâs getting cold, come on.â He says, walking towards the kitchen. You follow excitedly. The dinner was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking. You cleared your throat, glancing at the time.
âWell. Mr. Haganezuka-â
âHotaru.â He says, not looking up from his plate. âPlease call me Hotaru.â
âHotaru⌠I should be taking my leave. Thank you kindly for dinner and⌠and your company this month. As well as my sword.â You name off, grateful, a soft smile on your face. Hotaru meets your eyes for a second before looking away quickly.Â
âYouâre⌠very welcome.âÂ
He walks you to the door as you bend to grab your bags.Â
âMust you leave so late?â
âI have a train to catch.â You say with a smile.
âDo you have⌠train fare?â He asks as you tilt your head.
âHm?â You ask as Hotaru grabs some money, handing it to you. âOh⌠Oh I can't accept this-â
âAnd itâs cold out. Donât you have a scarf?â He asks, bustling out of your view again and reappearing, wrapping a scarf around your neck gently. You blush when his hands inadvertently brush your cheeks and again when he untucks your hair from beneath the scarf.
âHotaru?â
âAh! Let me pack you some food for the train and-- and some breakfast-â You catch his arm as he turns. He pauses, eyes darting to your hand.Â
âIâll come and visit.â You say. He meets your eyes slowly.
âPlease do.â He says softly. Thereâs a quiet, almost tension filled moment as his hand slides over yours, his thumb gently stroking the top of your hand before pulling it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. âBreak your sword as many times as you like.â
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I want to set the record straight regarding a certain OST for a short film that should be coming out later this year, because one of its directors is making false and hurtful claims about me and my business ethic. After he made a prominent appearance on a drama stream about me & wrote a section of my callout doc, I told him that I wasn't interested in dragging him publicly, but that has felt more impossible as time goes on and I realize the extent of his misrepresentation. I had a vision of this film being able to release quietly in spite of everything, but I don't think that can happen, and I fully expect him to try and hurt my chances at further work.
In 2023, between techdogs 4 and 5, I worked on music for a then good friend's student film. It is by far the most technically difficult job I've ever had, and I did it for free. Now, before you get mad, this is partially (mostly) my fault. I never negotiated a price beforehand, and when I found out partway through that I was working for free, I let it slide for fear of being disruptive. If I was asked to quote a price today, it would have been approximately 900 USD. The work was a hellish and grueling experience, technical in ways I'd never been prepared for, and I sorely regret not putting my foot down, because I was hollowed out by the end of it.
A big portion of his callout against me is concerned with, bafflingly, my decision not to contribute my own money to the film, which at that point would have been a negative paycheck. I didn't pay the thirty dollars that I would've had to pitch in for the film to be screened, and I considered that a fine payment for the nine hundred dollars of work they got from me. He goes on to write that I'm rich anyways, I pay hundreds of dollars on album art (business expenses that I know I'll make back when the music is released) and "furry porn," because apparently if I am occasionally willing to drop a pretty penny on a pleasure purchase then I should simply be compelled to pay them randomly for things I hold no stake in and that I signed no contract for. He also mentions that I paid them later for the DCP file at another screening, of course by that point I had gotten the vibe that they were wanting for me to drop money on their project, so I did, giving the post-hoc justification that "i guess in this case I also care about the film sounding good." He writes "well I guess that was something she deemed worthy" without realizing the implication would then be that he did not see my own work as worthy.
Let me make this clear, this is like if a voice actor worked on my video game for free as a favor with no expectations of royalties, and then I asked them to help me pay to get the game on steam. This is presented along reheated second, third, fourthhand accounts of sexual misconduct.
And before we move on, to the claim that one album artist had to wait for years before receiving payment, this is true. I did forget to pay one artist, and only found out after their assistant contacted me years later, where I then paid six times the asking price as a late fee. I was commissioning over ten album arts every year, and as of now, this is the only time I have made this mistake.
It is impossible for me to refute his claims about the personal time we spent together in Omaha, as it would just be my word against his. I will just say that he should know the omitted reasons that I have grown to feel I was disposed, discarded, and taken for granted by him, and how he has nothing to do with why I hold those memories at that film festival so highly. He also does the classic thing where he positions allowing me to pick the movie in the evening as this favor he did, making me unknowingly rack up debt for a bargain I never consented to.
During all this, he has expressed an existential fear of being harassed for going public about me, and for this reason I want to say that I still hope that this film can be released without a fuss, but his continued participation in a harassment campaign against me has done far more to tarnish his reputation than I ever could. If you really cared about your image, pressure Crim to re-record that drama stream without your embarrassing petty grievances in it & delete your testimony from the callout doc. Thanks.
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[Image IDs: Text reading: I have known Elon Musk at a deep level for 14 years, well before he was a household name. We used to text frequently. He would come to by birthday party and invite me to his parties. He would tell me everything about his women problems. As sons of highly accomplished men who married venuses, were violent and lost their fortunes, and who were bullied in high school, we had a number of things in common most people cannot relate to. We would hang out together late in Los Angeles. He would visit my San Diego lab. He invested in my company.
Elon is not a Nazi, per se.
He is something much better, or much worse, depending on how you look at it.
Nazis believed that an entire race was above everyone else.
Elon believes he is above everyone else. He used to think he worked on the most important problems. When I met him, he did not presume to be a technical personâhe would be the first to say that he lacked the expertise to understand certain data. That happened later. Now, he acts as if he has all the solutions.
All his talk about getting to Mars to "maintain the light of consciousness" or about "free speech absolution" is actually BS Elon knowingly feeds people to manipulate them. Everything Elon does is about acquiring and consolidating power. That is why he likes far right parties, because they are easier to control. That is also why he gave himself $56 Billion which could have gone to the people actually doing the work and innovations he is taking credit for at Tesla (the reason he does not do patents is because he would not be listed as an inventor as putting a fake inventor on a patent would kill it and moreover it would reveal the superstars behind the work). His lust for power is also why he did xAI and Neuralink, to attempt to compete with OpenAI and NeuroVigil, respectively, despite being affiliated with them. Unlike Tesla and Twitter, he was unable to conquer those companies and tried to create rivals. I fired him with cause in December 2021 when he tried to undermine NV.
Elon did two Nazi salutes.
He did them for five main reasons:
He was concerned that the "Nazi wing" of the MAGA movement, under the influence of Steve Bannon, would drive him away from Trump, somewhere in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, rather than in the West Wing which is where he wants to be. He was already feeling raw over the fact that Trump did not follow his recommendation for Treasury Secretary and that the Senate also did not pick his first choice.
He was upset that he had had to go to Israel and Auschwitz to make up for agreeing with a Nazi sympathizer online and wanted to reclaim his "power" just like when he told advertisers to "go fuck yourself". This has nothing to do with Asperger's;
There are some Jews he actually hates: Sam Altman is among them;
He enjoys a good thrill and knew exactly what he was doing;
His narcissistic self was hoping the audience would reflect the abject gesture back to him, thereby showing complete control and dominion over it, and increasing his leverage over Trump. That did not happen
Bottom line: Elon is not a Nazi but he did give two Nazi Salutes, which is completely unacceptable.
N.B. For the few whining about my post "sans connaissance the cause" and either trembling about my having shattered their illusions about their cult leader or thinking I am defending Elon:
I. My point is that he is transactional rather than ideological;
II. That being said, I am not defending him or his actions, just explaining them and confirming that he did, in fact, do two Nazi Salutes if anyone had doubts or believed the doctored footage of Taylor Swift doing the same thing to normalize what Elon did;
III. At some point, it matters to a few people if one is a Nazi or if one acts like one. My father was a Holocaust Survivor. 32 out of 35 of his family members were murdered by the Nazis. My mother's grandparents were murdered in Auschwitz;
IV. After Elon tried to manipulate NV's stock in 2021, I fired him with cause, and he was unable to exercise his stock options. In the aftermath of the Nazi Salutes, I told both him and his wealth manager to fuck off. Any remaining friendship between us ended with the Nazi Salutes. He is blocked on my end and I am pretty sure I am blocked on his;
V. I did not share what he told me in confidence. I just happened to know him extremely well, the person, the aspirations and the Musk Mask;
VI. I know who I am, have no desire to be famous and give exceedingly few media interviews. I prefer to work in obscurity and let the work speak for itself. I am certainly not envious and would definitely not want Elon's life, including living in a bubble and having to make one outlandish claim after another and manipulate the public, elections and governments to shore up my stock and prevent the bubble from bursting. Unlike Elon, I am an actual scientist and inventor and I am not pretending to be someone I am not like a fellow who got his BA in Econ at 26 all of a sudden pretending to be an expert in mechanical engineering, chemistry, rocket science, neuroscience and AI and keeping the people actually doing the work hidden and paying people to play online games in his name to appear smart and feed his so-called "Supergenius" Personality Cultâthe "Imperator" has no clothes, and he knows it. I am just very disappointed in what happened to someone I had a lot of deep admiration for and the first person to found out about my concerns about his behavior was always him;
VII. He is the one who betrayed a number of his friends, including Sergey, and, given his actions, many other people who believed him and believed in him. I have no sympathy for this behavior, and at some point, after having repeatedly confronted it in private, I believe the ethical thing to do is to speak out, forcefully and unapologetically, whatever the risks may be, so as to not be part of the timid flock remaining silent while evil is being done, including propping up far right governments around the world in part to deregulate his companies and become the first trillionaire and otherwise to "rule the planet"âhe knows Mars won't be terraformed in his lifetime and he really wants his planet. No joke... Ethics matter. People matter. The truth matters.
I took down Descartes (through the Cambridge Declaration on Consciousness) and I am definitely not afraid of a so-called inventor whose greatest invention in his image.
I will not be silent. You should not be either. I am a sovereign individual, and so are you. I stoop up to bullies, and am stepping out of the dark to do it again.
Stop working for him and being exploited by him. Sell your Tesla and dump your Tesla stock. Nikola Tesla was a great, creative and courageous man who led with ethics and by example and he would not have wanted for his good name to have been used by him and would agree with my principled stance. Sign off of "X" which is boosting far right propaganda, and of your Starlink as well. He is a complete cunt who doesn't give a shit about youâonly about power. Just ask Reid Hoffman. He only wants to control, dominate and use youâdon't let him and cut him and his business out of your and your loved ones' lives entirely. Remember he is a total miserable self-loathing poser, and unless you are too, he will be much more afraid of you than you should ever be of him.
He will probably come after me, and I am completely fine with that. I am a self-made multibillionaire with an armada of lawyersâliterallyâand most importantly, I know who I am and who I stand for, the people and their freedoms, whatever happens. He can send his dumb Proud Boys and Oath Keepers after me and they will be butchered on sight. Either way, I would rather die with honor than live as a coward.
"Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."âElie Wiesel, Holocaust Survivor and Nobel Peace Prize laureate /End IDs]
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Yay! Iâm so glad you take requests. Feel free to decide if you want to write this or not, itâs fine either way :)
So, I was thinking about Jason dating civilian!reader, and her coming home all disheveled and horrified. Since she knows about him being Red Hood, she can confide in him. She had just killed someone for the first time, whether it was an accident, self defense or whatever, you decide.
I was just wondering how Jason would handle this situation since usually heâs the one doing the killing.
Thank you <3
oh, this is amazing food for thought. I actually think heâd be the very best person to come to in such a situation because he has experience with killing. whoâs gonna understand you better than him? literally nobody. had something similar to this in my drafts but now my mind is whirling in a whole host of directions. excellent prompt, nonnie!
jason todd x f!reader. warnings include graphic depictions of violence and killing (in self defense), attempted and failed sexual assault, the aftermath of both events (readerâs in shock), hurt/comfort. this oneâs got heavier subject matter so please do mind the warnings, folks. i did way too much research of the Gotham Knights map for this, but itâs my favorite depiction of the city so so be it. also reader and Jason live in the Belfry bc i said so (personal hc that i may or may not elaborate on some time). and one last thing! the romanized Arabic at the end is âŘŮات٠â which translates to âmy lifeâ. I love the idea that Jason picked up Arabic terms of endearment from Talia calling Bruce just about every one she could.
Jason wakes up to soft afternoon sunlight shining on his face. He grumbles out a gravelly hum and scrunches up his face in protest against being awakened when he was sleeping so nicely. He reaches out to find the comforting warmth of his beloved beside him, to pull you in and bury his face into your hair so he can hide from the morning for a bit longer.
All he finds are cold sheets and an empty pillow.
He bolts upright. Somethingâs wrong. You never, never wake up before him. He doesnât even register the way that the sudden abundance of light stings his eyes. He takes stock of his surroundings, his training executing on autopilot. The open layout of the Belfry lets him get his bearings in seconds. He doesnât see you anywhere from the birdâs eye view of your loft bedroom. Thereâs no smell of food in the kitchen nor any mess that would indicate youâd been working in there. The living room space, fully visible below, is empty too. The only enclosed space in your home, the bathroom thatâs just around the corner from your bedroom, is dead quiet. No running water, no sweet singing, no familiar coughing from swallowed toothpaste. And without so much as leaving your bed, Jasonâs already come to a conclusion that sends his heart pounding and dries his throat. Youâre not here.
Heâs up and grabbing the 9mm taped under your bedside table in the span of a few breaths. He moves through your home methodically, like heâs clearing one of Gothamâs criminal hideouts. Thereâs no sign of a struggle. Nothingâs been disturbed. Heâs not surprised by thisâbarring Wayne Manor, the Belfry is the most secure building in Gotham. Thatâs precisely why Jason had moved you both here once you decided to live together. He checks the coffee table and sees that your phone and wallet are gone. A different type of fear takes over now. One that makes his heart ache. What if youâve finally had enough, finally seen that heâs not good enough for you, not worth sticking around for? It makes him sick. He swallows hard and tries to clear the blistering thought from his head. No, thatâs not you. Youâre not cruel. Youâre kind and gentle and loving. You wouldnât hurt a fly. And you wouldnât hurt him.
The sight of gears turning in his periphery catches his attention. He sees the cables pulling and the security panel go green, and heâs running to the elevator doors damn near ready to pry them open. He hastily tucks the 9mm into the waistband of his pajama pants, easily within reach if he needs it. Relief floods him when the huge metal doors grind open and he sees your pretty face on the other side. Then his heart drops when he realizes that that pretty face is scraped and splattered with blood.
Your hair is tangled and wet, dripping dirty water down your neck and staining the bright red of his your favorite hoodie. Your hands, which shake as they reach blindly towards him, are stained crimson and battered too. But itâs your eyes that haunt him. You look broken.
âJay,â you croak out, unable to summon anything but a plea for the one person who can keep you safe.
The tears fall from your eyes at the same time that you collapse into Jasonâs arms. He drags you inside and locks down the Belfry. Jason wants to panic but feels a strange sense of calm about himself. As loathe as heâd be to admit it, he finds himself falling into Bruceâs habit of assessment and action.
âBaby, what happened?â he asks, voice steady and assured.
You donât even hear him. Youâre digging your hands into his shirt, clinging on to him like heâs the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth. He may very well be. He feels you going rigid and cold and he knows he has to get you stable before you descend further into shock.
âListen to me,â he says firmly, adding on and enunciating your name for emphasis.
That sparks some semblance of lucidity. Jason hasnât called you by your name in months, much preferring you be his baby or his sweetheart or his doll, or simply his. If it jars you back to reality, so be it.
âI need you to tell me what happened,â he demands gently.
It all pours out of you like a flood.
Youâd woken up early by chance this afternoon. Normally youâd just close your eyes and snuggle closer to Jason to catch a couple more hours of sleep, but you wanted to do something nice for him. So youâd gotten up and gone to Lemayâs Flower Emporium in Gotham Heights. Youâd bought him the prettiest bouquet of red and pink roses, so big that you had to hold on to it with both arms. The taxi ride from the Heights back to Coventry Station went fine. You were almost home. So close that you could see the clock tower where your heart was sleeping peacefully.
Then you stopped at Commerce Avenue Station. You just wanted to get him some pastries from the little bakery tucked away on 3rd Street that you both love. It was a decent walk; you knew that. You also knew that Jason wouldnât want you to go out of your way by yourself. But it was morning and you were a grown woman and you could handle yourself, right? Well, thatâs what you thought until a pair of hands clamped down on your shoulders and yanked you violently into a side alley.
Jason had prepared you for something like this. Youâd spent countless evenings with him teaching you self defense techniques in the training area of your home. None of it mattered because the man that had you by the shoulders slammed you so hard into the brick wall that all your thoughts went hazy. Before you could regain your footing, you were shoved to the ground. The bitter sting of your palms scraping open pierced through the fog, as did the crushing weight of the vile man on top of you. Fear shot through you as the man started tugging at his belt and you realized that this wasnât intended to be a mugging. You tried to scream but a grimy hand clamped over your mouth, hitting your head against the ground and soaking your hair in dirty rain water and blood.
Your eyes darted around in search of someoneâanyone. But no one was coming. You felt fingernails scratch against your stomach as clammy hands curled into the waistband of your sweatpants and suddenly you saw your savior. A brick from the damaged alleyway laid within reach. You didnât even think when you grabbed it, when you swung it as hard as you could into the side of the manâs head. The corner hit his temple and he crumbled to the side. You rose to your knees and hit the man again. And again. All you could remember were Jasonâs firm instructions: if someone makes it a choice of you or them, you make sure that itâs you no matter what it takes.
âI donât r-remember anything else,â you sob into his chest. âThere was so much blood, Jason. And his headâoh, God.â
Jason shushes you gently. He holds you tight in his arms like heâs terrified that if he loosens his grip even slightly, youâll fade away on him.
âDonât think about it, baby. You did what you needed to do. You protected yourself. Iâm so proud of you.â
âI killed someone, Jason. I killed someone.â
You look at him wide eyedâafraid, horrified, guilty. No. Jason wonât have that. You will not feel guilty over some lowlife scumbag who wanted to hurt you, who probably would have killed you. Jason canât even stomach the thought. He wants to put a bullet into whateverâs left of that predatorâs head. No, the only shame in you killing that man is that you got to him before Jason could.
âI need you to listen to me,â he says, repeats your name again for emphasis. âYou. Did. Nothing. Wrong.â
âSomeoneâs dead because of me, Jay,â you argue, gripping him tighter as your panic rises.
âBaby, do you know how many people are dead because of me?â he asks. âFar, far more than Iâd ever want you to know. Do you think Iâm a monster, honey? That I did something wrong?â
He knows itâs an apples to oranges comparison. But youâve used this same tactic on him so many times that he also knows itâs effective. Every time he demeans himself for something, you ask if heâd treat you the way he treats himself for the same thing. The answer is always no.
âNo!â you reply emphatically. âYou protect people. You do it to keep people safe.â
âYou did it to keep yourself safe.â
âButââ
âNo buts. Or ifs. No ands, either, just in case you get any ideas,â he says lightly, brushing a speck of blood off your cheekbone.
You smile at his stupid little comment and he feels the tension in his body release just slightly. As long as thereâs light back in your eyes for even a moment, he knows that youâll be okay. He picks you up, lets you cling your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest as he carries you to the bathroom upstairs. He runs you a bath and, after asking repeatedly if you were okay with it, undresses you and washes the blood and grime from your body. He wraps you in a big fluffy towel, dries and brushes your hair, and tends to your injuries before he bundles you up in his comfiest hoodie and pajama pants. He soothes you when your tears make their return and never leaves your line of sight because he knows he makes you feel safe.
The thought gnaws at him throughout the day. It outright scalds him as he lies in bed with you after deciding to skip patrol. Heâs failed you. Failed to protect you, failed to ensure nothing harms a hair on your head. Heâs failed at taking care of you, the one thing that matters more to him than anything else. Heâs seconds away from spiraling into self hatred when your sweet voice comes calling, soft and pleading.
âJayâŚplease stay with me,â you say softly.
Your eyes are clear and focused again. You squeeze his waist tight where your arms are wrapped around him, like youâre physically trying to anchor him in place in your bed. The look on your face says that you know exactly where his mind was headed. You see right through him. It makes him feel more vulnerable than anything else, and it surprises him how much he loves the feeling. And Jason, as always and for eternity, canât bring himself to deny you. So he pulls himself together and shoves all his self loathing down. He can deal with it laterâyou need him more right now.
âIâm right here, hayati. Not goinâ anywhere, I promise.â
He kisses you gently and feels some of that self hatred wash away when you chase after him for more goodnight kisses. He feels it dissipate even more when you fall asleep in his arms with a soft smile on your face. Itâs all but forgotten as he drifts off too, safe in the knowledge that youâre here with him, that he can feel your heart beating pressed tight against his own.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x reader#red hood x you#remy writes đď¸#answered asks#anon I love this prompt so much#thank you for giving me such good inspo bc it broke my writerâs block
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"ok ok I'll shut up now" NOOOOOđđ you can't paint this image and then stop, please keep talking about Lois and Selina
"Looks like it's just me today," Selina said, giving Lois a wave as she descended the lobby steps. "Bruce got held up on some business. Sorry."
Lois raised an eyebrow. "Business, or business?"
"Business," Selina said, sounding amused. She was dressed down in a slip of a dress and large cat-eye sunglasses. Lois envied how easy she made it look; her own outfit was a hastily-tied oversized linen shirt and a pair of jeans she was already regretting.
"Funny," Lois said, "Clark also got called in a little while ago. More business."
"I figured," Selina said, eyeing her over her sunglasses. There was an awkward beat of silence. "So."
"So," Lois repeated.
"I don't usually like it when the men assume their girlfriends just magically get along," Selina said. She shrugged one thin shoulder. "But I have a feeling we will anyway."
Lois was secretly a little touched by that. And a little wary. There was still a part of her that couldn't believe Catwoman herself was grinning at her. And she regularly had drinks with Batman.
"So you're saying we should ditch the tour," Lois said, hoisting her tote bag up.
"I could be convinced," Selina replied, voice pitched a little lower. "You know, I heard this place has a nice spa."
"Oh," Lois said, "While I love leaning into the girlfriends-on-vacation stereotype, I don't think--"
"Don't think." Selina held up a slim black card to the light. "I snagged this from Bruce. It's on me. Or, more specifically, him."
Lois eyed the card in disbelief. "Really?"
"Really."
"Great," Lois said, making up her mind. "Let's go reinforce some stereotypes."
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Selina held out the champagne bottle, readjusting the napkin around the label. "Want some more?"
"If I have any more, I'm not getting off this chaise lounge," Lois said. When Selina's lips pursed, she held out her glass anyway. "Fine. It's not surprising, but -- you're a bit of a bad influence."
"Only with friends," Selina said, grinning. She topped off her own glass, sliding back onto the lounger next to Lois. "I'm guessing that means you don't want to go swimming?"
Lois glanced down at her swimsuit. They were dressed for it, after all. "I mean. Maybe after lunch?"
"Yeah," Selina said. She closed her eyes, stretching back on the lounger. Just like a -- "I'm a little sore. Maybe we'll give it a few hours."
Lois stared despite herself, noting the bruises across Selina's hips. "I like your bikini."
"Thanks," Selina said, eyes snapping open. "Bruce picked it out."
"Bruce's contributions are pretty obvious," Lois said, her tongue getting away from her. It was the three glasses of champagne.
"Heh," Selina said, catching her meaning immediately. Her fingers skimmed the strings of her bikini. "So that's not your thing?"
Lois flushed a little. "It's not. Not our thing."
"Is it your thing?" Selina asked, lips quirking.
"Clark is a gentleman," Lois defended, praying her husband was currently too busy with some galactic event to overhear. "And he's...very concerned about his strength."
"Mhm," Selina said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "I can see how that would be something you'd have to work around."
"What about you?" Lois deflected.
"What about what?" Selina asked, batting her eyelashes. Lois rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her glass.
"Is strength a concern?"
"Only in a good way," Selina purred. She downed her glass, waving at Lois as she swallowed. "But I get what you mean. Obviously scaled down a little. Bruce could snap me like a twig if he really wanted."
"Yeah," Lois said, trying not to imagine that in too much detail. "That's generally what Clark's worried about."
"But there's benefits," Selina said, clearly fishing. Lois flushed again, but held her gaze.
"Sure."
"Like...?"
Lois raised a brow. She could see how that expression would work on most people. Most, being the keyword. "I don't give up my sources that easily."
"What about a trade?" Selina asked.
#ok ok sorry i have to go to a meeting#micro fic#mini fic#selina kyle#catwoman#lois lane#clois#clark kent#batman#bruce wayne#dc#asks#myfic#anon#theresurrectionist#superman#batcat#whoops forgot to tag that
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Okay okay, I LOVEE your writing. & I was wondering if you could work your magic for a little idea I had. Hear me out fem nanny x John price .
Price divorced dad of an infant hires a nanny to watch over sweet little baby thing while he's overseas but comes home early in the middle of the night without notice, âď¸ nanny hears footsteps in the house and in a frantic rush grabs a weapon and hides the baby & herself đ idk why I need this but I need to know how John reacts
I hope you like it!!!
John Price x Nanny!reader
The last thing Captain John Price ever expected was a week old infant being dropped in his hands from a one night stand but here he was. The only thing that got him through it was you, his new nanny. You came highly recommended from a few different higher ups who had hired you to help their wives while they were away for long periods of time. Years of experience and too many references to count, John didnât think twice about hiring you, especially after he saw how good you were with his tiny newborn daughter. He was scared to even touch the poor thing but you walked him through step by step how to care for his daughter. He had turned down a few different missions but this one he wasnât allowed to say no to. Leaving his 6 week old daughter for two months was not what he wanted to do but he trusted you, and was overjoyed when he was able to return home a week early.
The first sign that panicked you was the neighborâs dogs barking. Youâve been living in this house for almost 4 months now and have never once heard them bark. Then the security lights in the front of the house lit up and you could hear the doorknob rattling. Fuck. You could feel the pit in your stomach growing, somethingâs wrong. Reaching under the bed to pull out a hunting knife you had found one day putting away laundry. You really shouldnât have been surprised when you kept finding hidden weapons in a military captainâs house. Knife in hand you made your way to the room next to you, to grab the baby. The creak of the front door opening sent you into full fight or flight. Hearing the heavy steps at the bottom of the stairs, you quickly grabbed the sleeping infant. âWeâre gonna play a lil game of hide and seek ok?â you quietly whispered to her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as you peaked out her bedroom door to make sure the hallway was clear before making your way to the large closet in the master bedroom. The only closet with a lock on it. You could hear the footsteps get closer, your heartrate picking up as you locked the two of you in the closet. Holding the sweet baby tight to your chest. Â
Now John began to panic when he went to check on his daughter and she wasnât there. His feet started moving faster to find your room empty too, a glass of water spilled on the floor, one you hadnât even realized you had knocked over in your rush out of the room. But what really sent him into a frenzy was the small stuffed bear on the floor in the hallway. The one his baby girl never let go of and would not sleep without. The Captain pulled his gun out and began clearing rooms looking for you two.
As you heard doors begin slamming and the noises of the intruder growing louder you placed the sleeping infant behind a few boxes, out of sight, before standing in front of her and facing the door. The doorknob twisted a few times, the intruder trying to get in, one hand covered your mouth to keep from screaming while the other had a white knuckle grip on the large knife. Suddenly the door flew open, Price kicking it down. You twisted the knife around in your hand, bringing both hands up ready to fight for yours and the childâs life. All you could see was the silhouette of a large man with a gun. The light on in the room behind him, keeping his face dark and identity hidden. Price began to lower his gun, seeing it was you and you started to lunge towards him, knife swinging. He easily dodged and removed the knife from your hands.
âHey hey y/n. It's me. It's John. You're safe.â You almost didnât hear him from how hard you had been breathing. His hand went to turn the light in the closet on so he was visible to you. He stood there watching you for a moment, chest heaving and hands still in fists as the adrenaline started to wear off.
âWhat the fuck John?â He didnât answer.
âWhereâs my daughter?âÂ
âSheâs safeâ You stepped to the side and moved the boxes you had hidden her behind. John watched you amazed as you revealed his still sleeping daughter all wrapped up in a blanket, safe and sound. Reaching down to hold his tiny girl in his big hands he couldnât help but look at you. Your hands shaking, eyes full of fear starting to return to normal. He knew he trusted you with his daughter but now? Heâd never let anyone else near her. You were ready to fight a fucking home invader and honestly if it wasnât him who opened the door, he was pretty sure you would have been successful with the knife in your hand. Heâs looking at you, standing in your pajamas, hair messy from sleeping and heâs thinking he doesnât ever want to be without you.
#john price#cod x reader#captain price#price x reader#cod#cod john price#captain john price#price x you
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even while locked up, Toji will make Valentine's day special for you. He already has a letter sent to you every day leading up to the 14th. Some of them sweet, romantic. Others just straight up dirty. He also has Shiu get you some things, spending the money he has in an offshore bank account.
February 1st
There's a ring at your doorbell, and you sleepily open the door.
"Shiu!" You happily greet before you realize he's holding one of those giant ass bouquets of roses. One of those ramos buchones with the pretty gemstones and your initial spelled out with baby's breath. Flashy as hell. "What's all this?"
"Jus' read the damn letter," he nods to a red envelope, a cigarette dangling out his mouth but away from your precious gift. Toji would kill him even from the inside if he were to find out Shiu got even the slightest of ashes on his girl's gifts. You take the envelope, tracing your name written in Tojiâs bold, messy scrawl. You barely close the door before sliding your finger under the seal.
Didnât forget, baby. I never do. First day, first gift. You better love it. Had Shiu pick out the biggest, most ridiculous thing I could find. My princess only deserves the best, right?
February 2nd
The letter today is simple. Too simple.
Baby, I hope you didnât think Iâd only spoil you with flowers.
Your stomach twists in anticipation. Later that day, you hear a knock. This time, itâs a delivery service. You sign for a package, confusion written all over your faceâuntil you open it. Inside is a velvet box. You slowly open it, and it catches the light, casting rays of colorâa necklace, a gold figaro chain with a diamond pendant. Looking closer at the pendant makes your breath hitch.
His initials.
You press your lips together, heart thudding. The note beneath it is shorter this time.
Wear it. Every day. Iâll know if you donât.
February 3rd
On your front porch it a tiny pink box with another letter perched on top. You open the box first, the whole collection of a lip gloss you wear, one Toji said was his favorite because he loves the scent and the taste when he kisses it off your lips.
I was gonna wait, but fuck it. You know I donât have patience. Iâve been thinking about you too much, baby. Canât sleep. Canât focus. All I can think about is that pretty mouth of yours.
You donât even finish reading before you slam the letter shut. Your face is on fire. Heâs ridiculous. But your fingers linger on the page, gripping it tight. Youâre not going to reread it. Youâre not.
February 4th
Another gift. This time, itâs a designer perfume. You spray it on your wrist out of curiosity, inhaling the scentârich, warm, deep. A little spicy yet still sweet. Just like you. A folded note is stuck in the packaging.
This is how I want you to smell when I have you under me.
You hate the way your breath catches. The way you tighten your grip on the bottle, as if thatâll stop the way his words sink under your skin.
February 5th
Shiu hands you the next letter without a word. You expect something dirty again, but insteadâ
You been eating, baby? Sleeping? You better be taking care of yourself. Iâll be real pissed if I find out youâre not.
You blink at the paper, stomach twisting. You donât even like that he makes you feel this way. Cared for. Wanted. As soon as you look up, Shiu hands you the bags from behind his back. It's takeout from the place you always went to with Toji. Your favorites are inside, every single thing down to the drink. You knew Toji meticulously picked out each menu item. In the other bag Shiu hands you is self care items. Your creams and serums and even the face masks you force Toji to wear with you.
February 6th
You shouldnât be looking forward to these letters as much as you do. But you do. This one is short.
You dream about me? Bet you do. Wonder if you wake up wet, missing my hands.
You rip it up, toss it in the trash.
Then, minutes later, you dig it back out, smoothing out the pieces.
You hate him.
February 7th
Another knock at the door. Another gift. This time, it's a dressâsilky, short, scandalous.
The note?
Wear this when you come see me.
Your breath catches. He hasnât mentioned seeing you yet, hasnât even implied it. But now, it lingers in the air.
February 8th
A different kind of letter today.
If I was there right now, what would you do?
You should throw it away.
Instead, that night, you sit on your bed, staring at it in the dim glow of your bedside lamp, heart pounding in your chest.
February 9th
A small box sits outside your door in the morning. This time it's a velvet pouch. You pull the string, letting the contents slide onto your palmâan anklet, delicate gold with a tiny charm dangling off the chain. This one matches your necklace, his initials are on this one too. You donât even hesitate this time. You clasp it around your ankle immediately.
This one's gonna be dangling over my shoulder soon.
February 10th
Shiu shows up again. Another box.
Inside? Lingerie.
Red. Lace.
The note is just one line.
Think about me when you put it on.
February 11th
You better be missing me, baby. I know you are.
This time the gift is a whole outfit. One of those flowy white maiden-style off the shoulder dresses, pretty sandals, and even an innocent enough white bra and panty set with cute little bows.
It doesn't go with the letter, which leaves you a tad bit confused.
February 12th
This letter is filthy.
Explicit enough that you donât even know how he got it past whoever checks his mail.
You have to sit down after reading it.
And take a very cold shower.
February 13th
Another envelope. You open it, expecting a letter. But nope. Just a single ticket to Italy for February 15th. Weird.
February 14th
A single rose sits outside your door, a final letter tucked beneath it.
You should know by now to lock your windows, ma. Don't know what kind of scary men could climb through your window.
What the?? Slowly you turn around, and there he is, in the flesh. All smug and cute like he knows he did a damn good job at surprising you.
"Happy Valentine's Day princess."
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¤â ÍCHERRY LOLLIPOPS & CHEAP MOTELS! ââ â âŻâŻâ â âŹá˘ đ.đđ¤ smut . nsfw
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SUMMARY in which jungkook picks you up in his shitty car, takes you to an even shittier motel, and makes you forget why you ever said you wouldnât do this again.
the parking lot outside your boyfriend's apartment, if you could even call it that, smelt like piss and burnt rubber. no, another correction âŻâŻ the parking lot outside your exe's apartment complex smells like piss. you shake your head, one of your heels clicking against the hard ground in an effort to distract yourself; you keep on having to remind yourself that he cheated.
i mean how horny does one have to be, getting a blowjob at the exact time when you were supposed to have the date. 'the date' is an abomination and an overstatement. by that you mean overglorified sex meeting, or whatever, that you had planned.
you roll your eyes, one of your nails digging into the cigarette that you then put out, your heel digging into the little butt. your fingers work on unwrapping one of the cherry lollipops that he liked so much. now you had a whole pack somewhere in your basement, for no damn reason. you didn't even like cherries.
your brows furrow, as you taste the oversugared candy just as your ears pick up the low, rough engine approaching from your left side. you'd recognize that shitty sound from everywhere. if that ain't love.
jungkook pulls into the dirty street, like he owns the whole thing. one hand slung over the wheel, the other resting against the worn out gear shift, ink-dark tattoos flexing under cheap fluorescent light. while his confidence was certaintly cute, his car was everything but such. scratches and dirt adoring the most likely decade-old car.
the windowâs already rolled down, but he doesnât say anything at first. just lets his gaze drag slow over your frame â your bare legs, your mascara which was ruined well just a little, the slight pout of your lips around the lollipop. it's not even sexual, he's looking over you like he's observing a situation, figuring you out, where you stand, how you're feeling. calculated.
âdonât,â you say before he can open his mouth.
jungkookâs smile curves, the kind of expression that makes you want to throw your lollipop at his face. âdonât what?â
âdonât.â you punctuate it with a click of your tongue, the sharp crack of candy between your teeth. your mood is just a tad bit rotten, and jungkook is the very last person you need needling at your pride.
still, he gestures toward the passenger seat with a flick of his fingers. âget in.â
you hate how fast your body moves before your brain can catch up, your hand reaching out to open the car door, which opens with another sharp noise, barerly. and you hate how the seat smells like him, warm leather and cigarettes, that one perfume that he still wears, no.97 april cotton. it firmly recks, of it all. of familiarity and something you once considered mellow.
but most of all, you hate how he can tell. how he witnesses you lean back into the seat, were anyone else would see it as you getting more comfortable, he could tell it was you chasing the comfort that it itself provided.
his palm settles on your thigh, warm and familiar, like it belongs there. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over your bare skin, just once, just enough to make something tighten low in your stomach.
you should push him off. should cross your legs, turn toward the window, pretend you donât care. but you donât. you wonât. instead, you sink further into the seat, pressing into the scent of his cologne like it might drown out the bitterness sitting in your throat.
âso,â he muses, casual as anything, drawing out the vowel, like he wanted to see you squirm under the pressure of what his question awaits. his sadist ass would probably enjoy that. âare we gonna talk about it?â
you roll the lollipop between your teeth., before you let it go with a soft pop, anything to distract him from your heartrate. could he feel your heart through your thigh? god, you hope not. ânothing to talk about.â
he snickers, but it's dim, faint, gentle, there's no real malice. other then the fact that he expected just that answer, and those actions, in that exact order. why was he so smart? it seriously freaked you out, all you were left to resort on doing was continue on with the lollipop.
cherry all over your tongue. rotten.
âyou want me to fuck him up?â
you sigh under your breath, lifting one of your legs to rest on your other one, his hand ultimately falling off as a result, "no- i," you pause, eyes out the window, focusing on the bright neon signs and eventual car that drives by, "he didn't promise me anything. i didn't promise him anything either, it's- really." you hate, absolutly despise, how your voice flatters, unsure and uneven, "nothing."
jungkook's fingers drum against the wheel in a steady rhythm, letting your words settle into the thin air. before he echoes your words, "nothing." and you see a muscle in his jaw twitching, before he smiles, though it's all half-lidded and lazy in execution, bit forced perhaps, "you're a shitty liar."
"you used to be better."
you do your best to ignore him, his words and presence all together. just twist the straw of the red candy which by now, has probably painted your tongue in a similair shade, starr out the window because that was all you could fathom doing. stupidly. naively.
being confronted by the past stung because you haven't changed, really. it's the similar sting of sugar against your tongue.
his hand moves again. not to your thigh this time, but to the lollipop stick, tugging it from your lips without asking. the candy snaps from your teeth, cold air replacing it before you can protest.
he licks what was left of the little red circle, as the car stopped at a red light, now his tongue was red as well. just one more thing on the long list, tying you both by fate. his brows furrow only slowly, before his eyes settle on you, thumb gently gracing your lips that carried the same taste which was now between his very own.
"i thought you didn't like cherries."
your tongue darts out instinctively, tasting the sugar still clinging to your lips, "no. no , i don't like cherries." the car behind you honks, sharp and impatient. the red light had long since turned green.
total silence fills the practically broken car as he continues driving, the lollipop lazily rolling on his tongue as you shift in your seat, one leg folding over the other, skin still buzzing from where he touched you. your heel dangles off your toes, threatening to fall, and you wonder if heâs watching, you could never quite tell with jungkook.
âyou wanna tell me why Iâm driving you to a motel?â
you blink. once, twice, thrice, before it was to unnatural as to not respond.
âyou picked me up.â
âyou told me to.â
âyou didnât have to listen.â
jungkook huffs, something close to a laugh but not quite. âthatâs cute.â god, dimples. beautiful little dimples on both sides of his face.
the lollipop clicks against his teeth when he bites down, cracking the hardened sugar like itâs nothing, as if to break the tension, or worsen it.
you sit still, legs crossed for the rest of the two minutes. before you can clearly witness the motel sign in front of you, one of the lights clearly broken. MTEL, charming.
his voice cuts through the tense air while he's turning the car off, "do you want to be alone tonight? i'll let you."
you'd say you hate how you don't hear your own voice, your lips mouth or don't feel any physical reaction for that matter, but that'd be a lie. because you wanted it, wanted him, the real craving to repeat the past just once more.
the room he gets is upstairs. third door on the left. the hallway smells like cheap lemon cleaner, and thereâs a buzzing light that flickers overhead, casting long shadows yet it highlights his tattoos as well, the pretty ink you used to lick and trace patterns off. you want to burry yourself into the grey carpet beneath you.
he steps inside, flicks on the lamp, and tosses the key onto the nightstand. the light casts his face in amber, warm and unreadable. heâs watching you again. that same slow, calculating gaze from the car as the door falls shut, with a tiny click.
âtake your shoes off,â he mumbles, arms leaning back onto the dark brown desk, he just tossed the keys onto.
you don't move, a little pout adoring your face, the one you do whne you were unsure of.. well.. what to do.
his gaze flicks down to your heels, then back up, slow. âyou wanna fuck on a motel bed in six-inch stilettos?â
you huff, a little defiant, but the heels come off. you bend, slip them off slow, and he watches. of course, he does. that same hooded gaze, tracking the movement like itâs something to be studied.
âpretty girl,â he murmurs, pushing off the desk, and you barely get the chance to straighten before his hands are on you. firm, sure. the rough pads of his fingers skim over the fragile skin of your face, thumbs tracing over your flush cheeks.
his mouth is hot against your throat, dragging slow kisses down the sensitive skin. he lingers just below your ear, exhales long, lets you feel it. then, his teeth â just a little.
âalways got an attitude,â he mutters, hands smoothing down your back, âm' gonna fix that,â he rasps, pushing you toward the bed, turning you so you stumble back onto the mattress.
the mattress creaks under your weight. the air is thick, humming with the heat between you. his eyes are half-lidded, burning, dark.
he pulls his shirt over his head, lets it drop to the dirty motel floor, then his belt clinks, the soft shift of a zipper. his cock slaps against his stomach, flushed red, thick, leaking at the tip.
your mouth goes dry.
âspread your legs.â
you do. you donât think. you just do, and he groans, a deep, pleased sound that makes you squirm.
he grabs your thighs, drags you closer to the edge, and just â sinks in.
you choke on a gasp.
no prep. nothing but how soaked you already are. itâs too much, just right, stretching you open in a way that makes your head spin.
his hands settle on your hips, grip unforgiving, and he doesnât move. not yet. just sits there, thick inside you, like heâs letting you feel it, making sure you know, making sure you remember. how it was like, how it used to be.
âjesus,â he breathes, looking down at where youâre stuffed full of him. âtight fuckinâ cunt. always so good for me.â
then, he moves.
slow at first, measured, like he wants to see how you take it. then, rougher. faster.
the headboard knocks against the wall. the slap of skin fills the room, slick and obscene.
your nails bite into his forearms. your back arches.
âoh, fuckââ
he grips your jaw, forces you to look at him.
âyou have the prettiest fuckin' eyes,â he rasps, thumb pressing into your cheek, "fuckâ look at me." and it's practically a whine which you can't help but comply to.
his hips snap into you, deep, brutal. his hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, teasing circles.
your legs shake. your thighs clench around his waist, body tensing.
âthatâs it,â he murmurs, watching you unravel beneath him. âcâmon, baby â fuckinâ come for me.â
you do. hard.
âgonna fill you up,â he pants, grip tightening on your hips, pinning you in place, chasing his own high. âbet your fucking pussy remembers everything, remembers who i am.â
his hips stutter as you clench around him. a sharp inhale. then, warmth. deep.
he doesnât pull out. doesnât move, just breathes, dragging a hand up your stomach, up between your breasts, stopping at your throat.
your heart pounds against his palm.
his lips move barerly, a small smile while leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, pulling out just enough to let his cum drip between your thighs.
he lets you breath for about a minute, before he flips you over like you weigh nothing. like heâs got all the time in the world to manhandle you, spread you out over the mattress just how he wants.
your cheek presses into the sheets, legs bent under you, ass up. you barely get a second to breathe before his palm cracks against the curve of your ass, sharp, hot.
âfuck,â you gasp, fingers digging into the sheets.
he just hums, rubbing over the sting, soothing before landing another â harder this time.
âtoo fuckinâ pretty like this,â he mutters, palming at your waist, dragging his cock through t he mess between your thighs, nudging against your clit. âcanât get enough of you.â
he grips your hips and pushes back in, one slow, aching stroke, stretching you open all over again.
âshit,â he rasps, watching himself disappear inside you, shaking his head like he canât believe it. âalways so fuckinâ tight.â
your fingers fist the sheets. your back arches. heâs deeper this way, heavier, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress as he starts to move.
slow at first. taunting.
then, he grips the back of your neck, pinning you down, and snaps his hips forward.
you moan, high pitched, wrecked, and he groans in response, fingers flexing over your skin.
âthatâs it,â he breathes, pace quickening, slamming into you hard enough to shove you up the bed, the headboard banging against the wall. âtake it, baby.â
his other hand sneaks under you, pressing against your stomach, feeling the way heâs deep inside you, grinding in hard, slow circles.
âcan feel me, huh?â his voice is rough, almost teasing. âfuckinâ you so deepââ
you whimper, clenching around him, and he hisses, dragging you back onto his cock, fucking you harder. the room is filled with noise â the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mattress, groans of the both of you.
âgonna come,â you gasp, fingers slipping against the sheets, weak, small bits of sweat glistening on your skin. your vision whites out while he fucks you through it, his own release hitting only seconds later.
jungkook collapses beside you, pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss against your shoulder. youâre just a tad bit ruined, limbs useless, but you hum in contentment when he continues pressing lazy kisses up your spine.
you can firmly feel that signature smile of his against your skin, pressing another kiss to your shoulder before pulling back. the bed dips as he stands, leaving you feeling cold for all of two seconds before heâs back with a warm cloth.
the first press of it between your thighs makes you shiver. heâs careful, gentle, murmuring soft praises as he cleans you up.
âso good for me.â
âalways take me so well.â
when heâs done, he tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed, dragging you against his chest. his fingers trace slow circles against your bare back, lulling and soothing.
âyou want water?â he asks, lips brushing your temple.
you nod, still half-asleep. he reaches over to the nightstand, pressing the bottle to your lips, "c'mon drink." carefully watching as you take a few small gulps before pushing it away.
his fingers move through your hair, once again lulling you into soft sleep.
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having my baby
a/n : a cute little blurb enjoy <3
warnings : fluff, pregnancy complications
The bedroom carried the comforting scent of vanilla and freshly laundered linen, while the lights draped along the headboard cast subtle shadows along the walls. Outside, the gentle drizzle of rain tapped softly against the window, creating a tranquil symphony.
Harry sat at the foot of the bed, his green eyes clouded with concern as he watched his wife shift slightly, struggling to find a more comfortable position against the mountain of pillows he had stacked behind her. His fingers itched to do somethingâto ease her discomfort, to make this experience less frustrating for her.
âAlright, love?â he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
She sighed, a mix of exhaustion and fondness. âAs alright as I can be when my feet look like marshmallows and our baby is apparently training for the Olympics in my belly.â
Harry chuckled softly, though his brows furrowed as he took in her tired expression. âI wish I could do more,â he admitted, his voice laced with guilt.
She reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. âYouâre already doing everything, H.â
Still, it didnât feel like enough. He had been fussing over her endlessly since the doctor had placed her on bed rest due to complications. And while she loved him for it, she also felt restless, frustrated that she could do nothing but sit in bed while the world continued on without her.
Determined to lift her spirits, Harry suddenly disappeared, only to return moments later with an armful of thingsâa book, a puzzle, snacks, and the remote.
She narrowed her eyes at him. âHarryâŚâ
âI figured if you canât get out of bed to do things, Iâd bring everything to you.â He grinned, setting them all on the mattress beside her.
She let out a small groan, rolling her eyes. âHarry, you donât have toââ
âI know,â he interrupted gently, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. âBut I want to. You hate being stuck in bed, and I just want to make it a little more bearable.â
Despite her annoyance at the situation, her heart softened. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAnd you love me for it,â he said with a wink before picking up the remote. âHow about we just watch our favorite movie instead?â
She sighed, nodding. âFine. But I get to pick.â
Harry smirked, already knowing what she would choose. As the opening credits rolled, he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her as he placed small, featherlight kisses along her neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, lips brushing just below her ear. His other hand rested gently on her belly, his thumb tracing soothing circles. âAnd you, little one,â he whispered to the baby, âyouâre giving your mum a hard time, arenât you? Be kind to her, yeah?â
She chuckled, her fingers lacing with his over her belly. âI think they take after youâalready dramatic.â
Harry gasped in mock offense. âMe? Dramatic? Never.â
She laughed, shaking her head as she leaned into him. âI love you, you know.â
He pressed another kiss to her temple. âI love you more.â
A comfortable silence settled over them as the movie played in the background, but Harry could feel the tension still lingering in her body. He adjusted their position slightly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on her back. âTalk to me, sweetheart,â he urged softly. âWhatâs on your mind?â
She sighed again, shifting against him. âItâs just⌠hard. I hate feeling helpless. I want to do things, move around, prepare for the baby. But I canât. And I know I have to rest for their sake, but itâs justââ she huffed, frustration evident in her voice. âI feel stuck.â
Harry pressed another kiss against her temple, his voice soothing. âI know, love. I wish I could change it for you. But youâre not alone in this, yeah? Weâre in it together.â
She turned her head slightly to look at him. âEven if Iâm moody and frustrated all the time?â
He grinned. âEspecially then.â
She laughed softly, resting her head against his shoulder. âYouâre too good to me.â
âNah,â he murmured, tracing soft patterns on her belly. âJust head over heels in love with you.â
For a moment, they sat in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other. Then Harry whispered, his voice filled with warmth, âYou know, I canât wait to meet them. To see if they have your nose, your smileâŚâ
She smiled, placing her hand over his. âI think theyâll have your dimples.â
âOh, absolutely,â he agreed with a playful smirk. âAnd your stubbornness.â
She rolled her eyes. âWeâre in trouble, then.â
Harry chuckled, kissing the top of her head. âThe best kind of trouble.â
And as the rain continued to patter against the window, they stayed wrapped up in each other, finding comfort in the love they had built, waiting for the little one who would soon make them a family of three.
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iâm right here
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summary - youâre constantly worried about Aaron after a dreadful attack
pairing - aaron hotchner x pregnant!reader
word count - ~1k
You were a little bit emotional to say the least.
If you were to perfectly describe it; You felt a wreck. You were sad and insecure, but you were also hopeful and happy. You were anxious and upset, but you were also relaxed and safe. You were worried and scared, but you were also comfortable and okay.
Feelings were already a lot to deal with, but add in a pregnancy and your emotional baggage will become ten times worse.
Like now, for example.
You felt so warm and safe in bed with your husband, but you were also so damn anxious and sad.
You stared at the wall as you slept on your side, tiny tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.
The room was warm and the bed was comfortable. Aaron was tucked in safely on the other side of the bed. You had started the night with Aaron right behind you, cuddling you like he always does, but he ha drifted away in the night and you really missed him.
He was 20 centimetres away and you missed him.
You looked at the picture on your nightstand. It was a picture of Aaron and Jack, framed in a batman themed frame because thatâs what Jack had picked out.
It was taken only weeks before Aaron had been stabbed 9 times, alone, in his apartment, around the early stages of your relationship with him.
2 years on and the incident still scares you.
You blew out a short breath, blinking back the tears, when you felt Aaronâs hand come around your waist. His body slid right back up against yours and his chin rested on your shoulder, but not before leaving a kiss there.
âIâm right here.â He whispered, making your tears spill even more.
Your hand came to rest upon his hand that was on your stomach, stroking calming lines across your swollen belly.
You couldnât find the words to reply.
âYou know, I was just dreaming about you.â
You swallowed back the tears with a smile, rolling your eyes at his silliness. Whatever he was doing was working though.
âPretty sure I dreamt you were a pirate or something.â
You chuckled at that, thinking that he was going to make up some really lovely dream story but remind you there was nothing better than having the real version of you right there in his arms. Instead he was honest about how he was still dreaming about you as a pirate and had been ever since you dressed as a pirate for halloween.
âYou, like always, were on my mind,â Aaron kissed your shoulder again, âBut whatâs on yours?â
You shook your head, âNothing good.â
Aaronâs other arm snook underneath your body so he could help carefully turn you around in his hold.
His heart broke a little when he saw how teary and puffy your eyes were. You had clearly been upset for a while but hadnât wanted to bother him.
âY/NâŚâ He whispered, cupping a hand on your cheek and wiping your tears. âTalk to me.â
His brows furrowed like he was angry at whatever, or whoever, had made you sad. He had felt ridiculously overprotective ever since he had found out you were pregnant and seeing you cry was the worse sin there was.
âYouâre here.â You said softly.
Aaron nodded carefully.
Your hand slowly moved underneath his pyjama t-shirt and traced over the jagged edges of his scars. You knew exactly where each of them were on his chest and you move efficiently between them to count them all again.
Aaron let you do what you needed to do.
After the events of that fateful need 2 years ago, you and Aaron had gone to therapy together to talk through it all. Aaron had found out there that you needed to touch the scars from time-to-time to make sure that they were all sealed and healed. You needed a physical reminder that he was okay now.
If anyone else touched him the way you were then he would feel so uncomfortable and exposed. With you, he felt safe and grounded.
âYou need to try and sleep. Get some rest, before trouble comes.â Aaron suggested.
âI c-canât.â
âWhy, sweetheart?â
âIn case he comes back. I need to keep you safe.â You said.
âY/N.â Aaronâs frown softened, finally understanding the reason for your upset.
You were so worried about something bad happening again that it was keeping you up. Aaron needed as much rest as possible with such a stressful job, so you decided youâd take charge of night-watch.
âI need to. I canâtâŚ. IâŚâ You were getting yourself worked up again.
âLook at me.â Aaronâs voice forced you to look his way, âI am right here. Jack is next door. Weâre all here and weâre all safe, that much I can promise you.â
âButâŚâ You hiccuped.
Aaron shook his head, âWeâre okay. We got the bad guy, we always do.â
âI just.. I keep thinking how alone you mustâve feltâŚâ You cried, âA-and I was out at a-a bar.â
Aaron smiled at you.
âI wasnât alone.â Aaron picked up your hand gently and rested it over his heart, âYou were right here. So was Jack. You both got me through it - all of it.â
You gave out another cry and Aaron knew then that you would be okay, you just needed to understand that he was here now and he was okay.
He brought you closer to him, tucking your head beneath his chin and holding you close against him. He made sure there was room for your bump between you both and cradled you tight.
âIâm right here. Iâm safe.â Aaron repeated mindless phrases to you to remind you of the present.
He was okay. You and Jack were okay. Youâd all be okay in the end.
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LOUD AND CLEAR | LN4
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pairing: lando norris x fem!deaf reader
summary: the 4 times that fans noticed the way lando was with you and the 1 time they finally realized why.
warnings: none i don't think
1.the garage whispers
fans noticed things, they always did, but sometimes their reasons were a little bit off, like with lando and his girlfriend.
you had been in the mclaren garage one day. while lando's world was loud, yours was quiet. you were completely deaf, you had cochlear implants but sometimes during race weekends they would get overwhelmed with the loud noise making it harder to process what was happening.
one thing that lando never failed to do though was lean closer for you to hear him. his head falling down so his lips were by your ear, making sure your implants could pick up what he was saying.
"you okay?" he asked you, his voice soft and gentle but still loud enough for your implants to pick up easily, his hand gently resting at the small of your back.
you nodded your head with a smile, "just loud" you say softly.
he nodded his head knowing you hated when he fussed over you and that if you got overwhelmed you'd either tell him or you would leave so he knew you were okay.
his hand came up to tap his heart 3 times, not exactly sign language but a sign that you both had started doing, the simple act saying "i love you."
you smiled and tapped your heart back before saying a small goodbye to him as he left to go get ready for qualifying.
the small whispers and acts didn't go unnoticed by fans though, their theories being far from the truth though.
user1: the way lando's so in love with her user2: watching them whisper to each other feels so intimate user3: WHAT DID HE SAY TO HER?
2.his little taps
lando didn't ever call for you, even when you could hear him. every time he wanted your attention he would simply tap you, a small shoulder tap, the squeeze of an arm, tap on the wrist, just something small.
one time that it was noticed by fans was when you were walking into the paddock together. lando had gotten stopped by some fans and as if on instinct his hand had come to tap your shoulder to get your attention
you turned to him with a small smile, watching as he didn't say anything simply gesturing to the group of fans letting you know he had stopped to sign some stuff, standing and waiting for him to finish with the fans before you guys continued. nothing had been said between the two of you, just silent communication which definitely caused an uproar between fans.
user1: why did bro tap her instead of calling for her user2: he's so in love he needs her to feel him before he speaks user3: they're actually so cute, the way he didn't have to say anything and she knew.
3.face offs
even when you were wearing your cochlears sometimes it was hard to hear so lando would always face you when he spoke so you could read his lips easier.
dinner? he was sat in front of you. talking with fans? he made sure you were stood in front of who was talking to you if you were with him. interviews? if you were watching he was always facing you in some way so you could see his lips.
fans picked up on the pattern easily. the way he always stood in front of you before he started speaking, or the way he'd turn your head, it confused them for sure not knowing the reasoning but they still speculated.
user1: lando being a soft boyfriend for the 200th time. user2: the way he always makes sure she can see him, i love them your honor :( user3: they're so in love it's sickening
4. the signs
it was a no brainer that lando would learn sign language when you guys started to date, despite being able to hear him with your implants he still wanted to learn so if you weren't wearing them he could communicate.
the moment the fans started noticing was during a podium. lando had just finished in P2 and while he was up there he had signed "i love you" to you. from there the fans had started noticing the smaller moments.
the small signs in the garage when he was talking to you, the random signs in interviews as if someone was watching that he wanted them to see.
a favorite clip would be during one of lando's twitch streams though. he was playing a game but suddenly had paused it turning to look in the doorway. you were off camera so they couldn't see you as you stood trying to get lando's attention without disturbing him.
what they did see though was the way lando turned to you and instead of saying anything he had signed with his hands, a silent conversation just for the two of you.
"sorry guys, just checking something," lando had said after turning back to the stream when you had left, leaving the fans confused.
user1: WAS HE SIGNING? user2: since when did lando know sign language? user3: was he signing to Y/N?
+1 the time where everything clicked.
you had been with lando in the paddock one day during a race weekend. at this point you were deaf to the world because the batteries for your implants had died. you were stood scourging for your spares in lando's bag when fans came up, getting lando's attention and trying to get yours.
they were confused when they called your name and you didn't answer until lando tapped you making your head look up from where it was buried searching in the bag on his back, a huge smile coming to your face when you notice the fans.
"hi!" you say as you come to stand at lando's side.
"she's deaf, she can read lips though so just make sure you're facing her when you speak," lando explained, signing with his hands.
the fans' mouths dropped, everything making so much more sense to them, the whispers, the small taps, the way he was always faced to you, the way he knew sign language.
while you talked with fans, taking a couple times to ask for repeats, lando was searching in his bag for your batteries, changing them out for you before a gentle hand came to your shoulder to not startle you as he put them on for you, the noise of the paddock filling your ears as they connected.
the both of you finished talking with the fans, taking a couple pictures with them before saying goodbye, knowing the announcement was about to break the internet.
user1: omg she's deaf it all makes so much more sense now. user2: STOP HE LEARNED SIGN LANGUAGE FOR HER user3: lando "i'd learn another language for her" norris user4: they are actually so cute
everything clicked for the fans after that day, and suddenly lando's love for you was so much bigger, because he didn't just love you, he understood you, and did everything he could do so you could understand him.
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