#idk man maybe this is just me being a complaining little loser but i don’t care tbh
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how long does gege plan to continue this actually
#it’s getting repetitive dude#like yeah okay. sukuna is the strongest smartest most amazing pookie wookie schnookums and you draw him with one hand every week. we get it#atp it goes beyond my favs js dying or something but this is genuinely just bad writing lmao#every 5 chaps its like ‘oh sukuna is in trouble! blah blah nevermind he wins again!’#and gege is continuing this for so long i’m boutta start being inclined to believe the series just ends in sukuna winning#which would be the worst possible ending bc like#wtf did we do this entire last arc for#and instead of giving us some more lore (even abt the favorite child plotkuna) gege just repeats the same process he’s had since gojos death#WHICH WAS IN SEPTEMBER. WE CURRENTLY HAVE MARCH#idk man maybe this is just me being a complaining little loser but i don’t care tbh#gege isn’t doing himself or us a favor with this lmao#but aaaanyways#jjk#jjk 253#jjk manga spoilers#n e ways until that monocle cat comes up with something new i’ll focus my attention on the sand movie i watched yesterday (and on saturday!)#shit truly was generational denis villeneuve i have never doubted you ever#dune 2 was *chefs kiss*
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Warning: I am incapable of taking myself seriously, use “???” and “!!!” way too often as I am afraid of the first mark being lonely, and use “:D” at least once a paragraph, and if I didn’t, dw I used it in spirit Also I talk a lot (this is 779 words)
I love (hate) how jkr made everything so much harder than it needed to be for herself and the fandom lmao like the currency always pissed me off so I fixed it here you go:
This is based on the British currency (bc I’m most familiar with that and still have no idea why she didn’t just do this considering she just made a normal senior school magical and gave it magical properties for hogwarts?????)
The ratio to a Galleon to BP is 1:1 to make this simple bc I don’t wanna do more math than necessary :D
(ima leave all the math at the bottom to those who care about that but pls look at it I had to do MATHS. I DID MATHS FOR THIS.)
and Bc I am full of whimsy, I want them to have a print on them, kinda like how the current royal is on all the notes and coins to stop people from making it themselves or smth idk anyway a Galleon has a dragon on it bc they’re cool argue with a brick wall you have a better chance of winning (I based some of these on familiars which were more commonly associated with smaller animals so none will be as cool as a dragon :( IM SORRY CHARLIE WEASLEY I HAVE FAILED YOU)
Half a Galleon is called a Ullium (named after the first, and best, Minister Of Magic) it’s a silver coin, only slightly larger than a Galleon, in the shape of a decagon, with a print of a cat bc I definitely think they have a saying like “a cat is a witches best friend” kinda like “A dog is man's best friend” bc I love cats and so do they <3
A fifth of a Galleon is a Sickle wow I’m actually listening to canon for once look at that!!! Basically equivalent to a 20p on its own, but looks like a 5p for some reason (small circular silver coin) but with a griffin on it bc why tf not you have something against griffins????
Next up, holy moly replay that clip dude bc I’m following canon for once AGAIN!!!! Be so proud of me chat I know I am, anyways, everyone's favourite the Knut (PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT THAT PUN WAS NOT INTENDED AT ALL LMAOOOOO) a little bronze coin with a goat on it (fun fact that I probably should’ve known sooner: goats were believed to be magical or spiritual powers!!!! sick right???? Anyways thought that was cool, slapped it on a coin what you gonna do about it champ) no one makes a Galleon out of knuts (oh my gods I am a child) but if you wanted to you absolute weirdo you’d have to have 21 of these bad boys
MOVING ON to another one of my own making, a Coronet!!! It's a small reddish coin about the size of a twenty p and isn’t very popular, usually just used as change (bout as useful as a five p or penny) but it has a ferret on it so I wouldn’t be complaining ya win some ya lose some.
Named it coronet bc it was the name of an actual currency once used in England but bc of inflation it doesn’t exist anymore :( my baby girl was “a denomination of sterling coinage worth a quarter of one pound (five shillings, or 60 (old) pence)” according to google bc you can’t expect me to acatually remember that
Anyway for all y'all here for the math *cough* losers *cough* come right this way:
Galleon to pound ratio is 1:1
Sickle = fifth of Galleon (5 of them make 1 Galleon)
Wanna make a sickle through knuts??? First of all, why?, Second of all you just need 7 of them to make 1 sickle
To make a (1) Galleon through knuts like a dumbass you’d need 21 knuts
Though maybe not as much of a dumbass as people who wanna make a (1) Galleon out of Coronets HAHAHA have fun counting out 63 of them bitches suckers!!! (Coronets are a third of a Knut bc...I really am in too deep aren’t I)
Anyway if you wanted to make a Galleon with a Ullium, like the smart person you are, you’d only need 2
*to the tune of Sabrina Carpenters tour conclusion*
If you have an issue with my math, no you don’t :D
if you wanna know another equation of how to make x out of y then figure it out yourself :D
I am not a calculator I simply work here :D
If you want to use this for inspo or use it as is then be sure to credit/tag me as I love reading things :D
#and as always#fuck jkr#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#dead gay wizards#harry potter series#hp fandom#marauders#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfic#archive of our own#I have no idea what to tag for this#wizarding world#hogwarts#idek#the marauders#maruders#james x regulus#james potter#wolfstar#remus x sirius#sirius black x remus lupin#peter pettigrew#regulus black#harry james potter#hermione granger#golden trio#fanfic writing
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Lol they really skipped the dating and went right to exes LOL
I'm so glad you like the long asks!!!!! :3 I don't wanna fixate on Igor and Snape for too long bc Ik that can get sort of boring and maybe irritating and totally don't want to do that to you but ummmm
1st of idk if you see it the same way but I wouldn't be like,,,, jaw on the floor if Snape was a flustered little loser LOL so I idkidk I just think Igor would take advantage of that. Idk I think you were spoton with "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad you little man" heehee but Ik you do fanfic requests... So ... Idk you totally 100% don't have to do it if you don't want to but Idk I'd love to see a fic of it!! Ur writing is scrumptious :33
Umm and 2nd 2nd why do you think Igor's so scared of Snape?? :0 I know (or at least think LOL) that is bc he's like all mysterious and mean as a teacher and that's why people are so spooked out but Igor's like,,, seen him naked LOL so idk I'm just curious :3
Sorry for so much spamm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- 🍃
Ahhhh I love the spam so much!! It’s been a tonne of fun but also oh damn the fact that anyone wants to listen to my silly little rambles is wild to me still lol
They definitely went from like,, annoyances who share a dorm room to something vaguely friendly to fucking to vaguely friendly (depending on who else they’re getting shipped with or if they ever stop fucking around at all) to betrayal to bickering exes. They are so awful lmaooo
Chatting about them has been very fun but please feel free to ask me about any other characters!! Even ones I haven’t before/haven’t mentioned!!
I think it takes a certain kind of approach to turn Severus Snape into a flustered little loser, firstly because you have to make it clear to the little dingus that you’re actually being serious first. There is a sense of “we’re both aware you’re ugly but at least I can use your body for something” element to these two ngl but!!! That’s just how they are you know??? It sounds shitty but no one claimed these two were healthy. I’ll definitely write one Igor Karkarov trying to seduce Severus Snape in the most horrible way into my little book of things to write at some point!!
I’m not sure if scared is the best word (if I’m the one who originally said it then this is me officially correcting myself lmao) a better word would probably be intimidated. Specifically after the whole ratting him out thing, before that I don’t think he was particularly intimidated of him which probably threw Severus off because he’s used to that being his main defence and all that. I think especially after they start hooking up but before the whole him ratting him out thing there is very few things Severus can do to intimidate Igor because he can do his whole rant around Igor being a vile cockroach meathead who only thinks with the wrong head but Igor is just going to lean far too close into his personal space and say some dumb shit like “I don’t remember you complaining this much about the head of my cock when it was buried deep inside you last night” and then he does his stupid little laugh lmaoooo
#🍃 anon#marauders#marauders era#hp marauders#hp#dead gay wizards from the 70s#snapes gang#igor karkarov headcanon#igor karkaroff headcanon#igor ivanocvich karkarov#igor karkaroff#igor karkarov#igor x severus#crownest#severus bynonai snape#severus snape#severus snape headcanon#ask#anon ask#asks open
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Zoe: “Hey, Pepper! You know what would be fun? Let's set you up on a dating site!”
Pepper: *laughs* “Zoe, that's a pretty lame idea. I don't need a dating site!”
Zoe: “Oh, come on! It'll be an adventure. You might meet someone amazing!”
Pepper: “Seriously, Zo, I'm good. I don't need to go searching for love online..”
Zoe: “Fine, I'll stay out of your love life. But come on, Pepper, don't you want to at least give it a shot and make a connection? You never know what could happen!”
Pepper: *playfully rolls her eyes* “Yeah, yeah, you got me. I guess I'll stick with the real-life connections, like the one sitting right in front of me.”
Zoe:*grins* “Well, well, well. Looks like my matchmaking skills aren't needed after all!”
~~~I don’t know where I was going with this one lol~~~
Russell: “Hey Vinnie, have you been drinking enough water lately?”
Vinnie: “Nah, I'm good, Rusty. I get plenty of fluids from soda and energy drinks!”
Russell: “Uh, Vinnie, those aren't exactly hydrating. You really should drink more water.”
Vinnie: “Come on, Rusty, I've been doing this for years, and I'm still standing.”
Russell: “I can't believe you've made it this far without drinking water regularly. Seriously, your body needs it.”
Vinnie: “Nah, I'm tough. Water's for the weak!”
Russell: *sighs deeply* 😑
~or this lol ~
No no, don't worry, as I stated already, I love all of those, they don't need to go anywhere, as long as it's those lovelies just interacting and bouncing off of each other I'm happy, or just doing something solo. Listen, I would see read any amount of words (like even 5000 or more) of Vinnie just doing very mundane things, idk, baking potatoes and grocery shopping. Nothing happens, he doesn't interact with anyone, there's no confilct, there's no problems, just Vinnie doing Vinnie things. Anyway, before I actually write it or something
Pepper, just chilling and hanging out with Zoe: ^^ :D
Zoe: “Hey, Pepper! You know what would be fun? Let's set you up on a dating site!”
Pepper: Oh no D:
And then at the end, was that... was that a little bit of implied Zoepper? Or perhaps just teasing? I'm all for it anyway. Zoe don't need to do any matchmaking when she's already this perfect, she's the love interest or... a perfectly good friend with lots of money as a bonus, it's just a bonus, but damn is it nice. And now that I sometimes like to add Sharukh to their group? Oh boy, so much money to irresponsibly spend :DD
And Vinnie stuff, oh sweet sweet Vinnie stuff. Honestly you can slap his name onto anything and I will like it and agree, oh well :3
Russell as soon as he realizes that Vinnie hasn't been drinking that much water for years DDDD:. Like I actually think that would cause lots of problems. Maybe the only reason Vinnie has so much energy is because he drinks all those energy drinks, huh? And then when he's not drinking it for a while he's all tired and stuff, wait no, that's just a sign of addiction DD: Vinnie would, what can I say? Ohhh but he's so cute, how can anyone complain really? Like he would look at me with those freaky purple eyes and I would slut drop there and then
On one hand I like making him a loser but on the other one, man, do I love when he gets so many things he did not put any work at all into lol. He just gets stuff for being alive ig ^^
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cherry girl!
❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞
PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining
SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.
or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.
PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv
WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!
YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.
So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.
When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.
However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.
On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.
jaemin: you up? jaemin: jeno just talked to me jaemin: said u were getting mouthy
you: what did he tell you?
jaemin: smthn ab u saying i can’t please you jaemin: i don’t think u realize what ur dealing with
Attached was a picture of Jaemin’s thighs in those godforsaken grey sweatpants—yes, the grey sweatpants that could bring a woman to her knees. His perfect, hardened cock strained against the fabric. His large, veiny hand placed right on his thigh.
You fucked up, you realized, but in the best way possible. There were girls who would kill for Na Jaemin to text them like this, but here he was, sending you pictures of him in all his glory. You could recount all the times you made fun of Jaemin for garnering a wide audience of girls on his Twitch channel, but you understood it all too clearly now.
you: idk what you’re talking about
jaemin: hmm jaemin: u sure about that kitten?
Your stomach flipped, dropped, turned—whatever they called it. You were experiencing all those butterflies that people often talked about. Your interactions with Na Jaemin in the past had all been safe-for-work, consisting of platonic food runs and platonic breakdowns over coding assignments together.
Now, though, you were seeing a side to him that you had never expected to witness in a million years. (However, you weren’t complaining).
It took you some time to gather your thoughts because this was one hundred percent the strangest thing that had happened to you in a long, long time. And you were friends with Mark Lee, so weird kind of followed you around on a semi-regular basis.
While your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to come up with some response, Jaemin sent another picture. You were at the edge of your couch, elbows resting on your knees as you examined what you had just been sent. Your cheeks felt hot as you relished the sight of Na Jaemin in his boxers, cock thick and hard against the material. You sighed contently at the way his hand pushed up the fabric of his shirt, showing off that delicious v-line. His bulge was sending your brain into overdrive, and you were somewhat flattered because this was OnlyFans material.
jaemin: did u like the surprise baby?
This was insane. Incredible. Out-of-this-world. Something that only happened to girls in cheesy rom-coms (if those cheesy rom-coms happened to be more explicit than PG-13).
A week ago, you were taking care of a wasted Na Jaemin on the floor of his apartment bathroom, and he had you clutching your sides with laughter when he moped about his broken phone. (He dropped it from Jeno’s balcony in a desperate attempt to save his doughnut, but at what cost?). His disheveled state had caught you so off-guard that you almost forgot that he was a big-shot streamer outside of your social circle.
Problem #1: You had no idea how to respond to this.
Something like “wow” or “yes” sounded far too dry, but it was far too cringe to add those stupid heart-eye emojis. Your head was spinning at this point—too fast for you to form a coherent thought—but your brain arrived at a risqué conclusion.
Send a nude back.
It seemed like the only fair thing to do. After all, Jaemin was exposing his body for you, so the courteous thing to do as a friend would be to do the same back. There was the chance, of course, that you would regret this later when you weren’t horny, but right now, this felt like the right thing to do. A noble act of trading nudes for the betterment of your relationship with Na Jaemin.
Problem #2: You had no idea how to take a nude.
Once you had your pajamas off, you felt far more sexy than you did when you were dressed in bunny slippers and a Winnie the Pooh onesie. You were sure the way you tried to angle yourself was not flattering at all. The arch in your back made it obvious that you were trying way too hard. You settled for laying down and deliciously crossing your legs to show off your Victoria’s Secret matching underwear and bra.
The fact that you had to retake the picture about fifteen times was quite embarrassing. Finally, though, you took one that you deemed acceptable to send to Jaemin. Your bra strap was hanging off your shoulder, coupled with your underwear hanging low on your hips.
Your heart was a mess when you hit send, and you stared at the screen for minutes just waiting for him to react.
Five minutes passed.
You drummed your fingers impatiently against your thigh, eyes narrowed at your silent phone. For a while, you thought pretending you didn’t care would spur a notification, but nothing seemed to be working. You even turned it off and then back on to see if your notifications were just being buggy.
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. It had been ten minutes since your last message.
The thought of possibly missing the notification crosses your mind, and even though that was virtually impossible since you were watching your phone like a hawk, you gave yourself the benefit of the doubt. You turned your phone on again and sifted through your notifications from various social media apps. Yet, not a single notification was from the one person you were waiting for.
You let out a frustrated sigh and sank back into your seat. Your brain was regressing into flooding with the absolute worst-case scenarios, and you had to remind yourself that no, Y/N, just because Jaemin hasn’t texted you back in six minutes doesn’t mean he got into a car crash.
But now it had been seven minutes, so maybe he had gotten into a car crash.
Amidst your meltdown, though, your phone vibrated. It was a good thing your roommate, Huang Renjun, wasn’t around. If he had seen how you fumbled with your phone, you would’ve been teased endlessly. Who could blame you when it was the first picture of your body you had ever sent? You were still wading in virgin waters, and no one had yet pulled you out.
jaemin: fuck baby jaemin: do u know how hard i am rn? jaemin: god jaemin: u look so pretty in those tiny panties jaemin: mm jaemin: wanna rip them off and make u feel good
The string of texts sent your head in a whirl. Obviously, you were over the moon with his reaction, but when Jaemin’s caller ID popped up on your phone screen, you nearly had a heart attack. Displayed was a picture of him sitting on the sidewalk with a traffic cone on his head. You remembered the exact day you took this; Jaemin was drunk off his ass, and he texted you and Jeno to pick him up from a party. Jeno never responded because he was pages deep in his lab report, so you walked all the way to some satellite frat house to take Jaemin home.
In a matter of seconds, your brain was battling whether to pick up or not. You weren’t sure if you were mentally ready for this conversation or if you were ready for the course of your friendship with Jaemin to change forever, but you steeled your nerves and accepted the call.
“Hey,” came Jaemin’s husky voice. His words were staggered and a little breathless. “So… you picked up.”
“Of course I did,” you replied, willing your voice not to waver. “Um… what’s up?”
Jaemin paused and everything seemed to click for you. Staggered, breathless words. Your heart was freefalling from whatever cloud it was on.
Jaemin was fucking himself while talking to you. Fucking himself because of you.
Quite honestly, this would be the kind of thing that would put you off. You were normally creeped out by men who made such advances on you. However, this time, you felt somewhat flattered considering it was coming from Na Jaemin, the hottest guy you had ever met.
So, now, you were incredibly turned on.
Jaemin scoffed a little, amused. “You thought I’d let you off after you sent that picture?” You could hear shuffling over the line, which your brain determined was him sitting up. “Touch yourself for me, Y/N.”
Problem #3: You had no idea how to touch yourself.
It wasn’t like you never had a horny thought ever. You often found yourself wanting to get yourself off, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t get yourself there. Masturbating left you defeated, rubbing at your folds tiredly with no taste of sweet victory.
“O-okay,” you replied, sliding your hand down the front of your body until it slipped past your underwear.
Your breathing shallowed as your fingers attempted to work on your folds. You prodded at your entrance with careful hands, daring to slip a finger inside, but every time you tried, you couldn’t get past the tight squeeze. Jaemin was groaning and cursing under his breath on the other end of the line, sending shivers down your spine. His husky voice was encouraging you to try even harder, and the way he chanted your name made you feel giddy.
Hundreds of fangirls in the comments of Jaemin’s streams practically begged the man to say their name, and here you were, hearing it so raw and unfiltered and dirty.
You were frustrated, though, because you couldn’t seem to feel any pleasure with what you were trying to do. You supposed you simply didn’t know how to masturbate properly, or you hadn’t found a method that worked for you. Still, when you heard Jaemin groan a little louder and let out an exalted sigh, you tried to fake an orgasm to share the moment with him.
Seconds later, you were caught.
“You didn’t get off, did you?” Jaemin asked, his deep-pitched voice filling your ears like a melody.
Embarrassed, you wished you could shy away from the conversation, but you instead whispered, “I couldn’t.” You paused for a moment. “I wanted to.”
“I knew it.” The inflection in Jaemin’s voice made your head spin, and even more so when he said, “I’m coming over.”
“You are?” you asked, dazed.
“Be there in ten.”
When Jaemin hung up, you stared at your phone for a minute straight. Ten minutes. In ten minutes, Na Jaemin would be at your door, and then he would probably be pinning you up against it. You were about 31.5% prepared for this, so you just about flew to your closet to pick out an outfit. You were certain Jaemin wanted to see the lingerie from the picture you took, so you put on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts over the set. You were sure he’d appreciate the thin material, especially since it was so revealing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
You swore each second that ticked by lasted milliseconds longer than it should’ve been. You were a bit frustrated that applying a quick layer of lip gloss didn’t take up eight of the minutes, and thus, you ended up staring at your iPhone clock for the remaining duration of time.
Jaemin didn’t even live very far. You two were in the same apartment building, separated by a few floors. On the first day of university, you met him at the housing block party, courtesy of Jeno and Renjun. Those two were the only reason why you knew Jaemin personally and—
Oh god. Renjun.
How were you going to get railed in peace when you shared an apartment with Huang Renjun? It wasn’t like the walls were paper-thin, but, then again, you weren’t experienced enough to know how loud you were during sex.
While you were trying to convince yourself that you might not even lose your virginity tonight, a knock came at the door.
You flew to your feet. In the matter of seconds between you walking to the door and opening it, all you could think about was how you were going to finally slice through the sexual tension between you and Na Jaemin. He was finally going to touch you and show you the pleasure you had been craving. So, you took a deep breath and opened the door, ready for a mind-blowing night.
Or not.
Na Jaemin was indeed at the door, but he wore a sheepish grin as Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark stood behind him. The expectations you had for tonight were freefalling off the side of a cliff before shattering on the ground.
“Yo, where’s Renjun?” Mark asked, stepping out of his slippers and walking into your apartment like he owned the place. He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his sweater and looked at you. “Y/N, you’re watching National Treasure with us, right?”
“Looks like I am now,” you replied, and only Jaemin seemed to pick up on the bitter undertone in your voice.
He hung back while the other three went to wake Renjun up. Now, you and Jaemin were alone, your friend’s voices becoming background noise from the other room. You were shocked at how the sexual tension fired right back up, and Jaemin’s hand reached forward to grab your hip.
“I tried to go out alone,” he explained, “but Jeno caught me and invited the others when he found out I was going to your place.”
“Oh.” You tried to wave it off like you didn’t mind. “That’s fine. I wanted to watch a movie with everyone, anyway.”
Jaemin snorted, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. “Is that why you dressed up for me?” He dipped his head to get a better look at you. “You wouldn’t wear something like this just to watch a movie, right?”
Your cheeks heated up when you saw the smirk tugging at his lips. In that moment, you realized you were utterly doomed. There was no way you were going to make it through the night. Not when Jaemin was like this.
“But that’s okay,” he added under his breath, “because I’m the only one who knows what you’re wearing underneath.”
And, because God forbid you have one moment alone with Na Jaemin, cue your roommate followed by your pesky friends.
“Can a guy get some sleep on a Friday night?” Renjun muttered, rubbing his eyes as he walked out of his room. The mischievous grins of his friends followed him out.
“You’re crazy to think you could actually waste away a Friday night,” Donghyuck retorted. “Aren’t you a college student?”
“C’mon, Renjun,” Mark urged. “It’s just two hours.” He looked up to see you and Jaemin at the doorway. “You two are joining us, right? Don’t be lame like Renjun.”
“Lame? I literally woke up to watch it with you guys!” Renjun objected.
You glanced at Jaemin before looking back at the four with a sweet smile on your lips. “How could I miss it?”
The six of you often spent time together like this, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary that they were showing up uninvited. Sure, Renjun wasn’t too happy about that, but you knew the best way to make him forget was by making him his own batch of popcorn, so that’s exactly what you offered to do. Everyone else was content with sharing one bowl, but Renjun got snappy if there were too many people pawing through his bowl.
When Jaemin strolled into your kitchen, you already knew trouble was brewing behind those gleaming eyes of his. He hardly tried to help out, normally settling for lounging on the couch until someone forced him to get up. His very presence alerted you that he was up to no good.
Problem was, you liked the sound of no good.
“Renjun’s such a baby.” Jaemin snorted at the sight of you getting a separate bowl of popcorn for your housemate.
You shot him a knowing look. “And you’re not?” you fired back. “As I recall, you were the one complaining about Jeno getting you ketchup instead of honey mustard last week.”
Jaemin leaned against the kitchen counter, a pout settling on his lips. It was funny seeing him so domestic and tame, considering you were listening to him moan over the phone just a while ago. When you assumed the conversation left him defeated, Jaemin decided to speak up once again after you started the microwave. As always, you were left baffled by how horny college boys were.
“So you didn’t touch yourself, huh?”
Jaemin’s eyes were trained on the thin fabric of your shorts. Meanwhile, you were choking on air, hitting your chest to calm your breathing and process how blunt his words were. You were glad your friends were chatting loudly in the living room because this wasn’t a conversation you wanted anyone to eavesdrop on.
The look in Jaemin’s eyes shifted to something darker—more lustful. He tugged your arm closer to him so that he could grab hold of your hip, moving you so that you were in front of him. You were standing right between his legs, pressed close to his body, and you found it hard to breathe because you had never been this close to your friend before.
You knew exactly what you should’ve done. You should’ve pushed Jaemin away, told him this wasn’t the time, and went back to the living room to enjoy your movie night with your friends.
Instead, you gripped the front of his shirt tighter when he moved his hand from your hip to the front of your shorts.
No, no—this was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be doing this with your friend; it would change the entire trajectory of your relationship with him. Moreover, only a wall separated you two from the rest of your friends. What you had to do was—
He dipped his head so that his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”
—forget everything and let Na Jaemin fuck the daylights out of you.
You were flipped around, hips pushed against the kitchen counter as Jaemin’s impatient hands roamed your body. He groped your tit with one hand as his lips ghosted the skin along your collarbone. You were trying not to whimper from how his other hand was palming your cunt so carefully, like you were glass.
However, when Jaemin’s finger brushed against that one spot that made your head go dizzy and your knees buckle under you, you remembered that you were the biggest virgin and had no idea what to do. The problem was that Jaemin had no idea about your lack of experience. In fact, the reason he was going to these lengths was probably because he thought you knew what you were doing.
The sound of the microwave beeping made you two pull away instantly, like magnets repelling. Mumbling an apology, you took the fresh popcorn out and portioned it in two bowls—one for Renjun and one for everyone else.
Jaemin took one of the bowls. “We can continue this later,” he mumbled in your ear before slinking back to the living room.
You took a second to gather your bearings before following him to where your friends were situated. To your relief, no one added on by asking why you and Jaemin were taking so long in the kitchen. They all seemed to settle into the understanding that you two were terrible at being time-efficient. Donghyuck’s head was buried in his phone, Mark was helping Jeno pick out a movie, and Renjun was rubbing his eyes and pouting. When Jaemin handed him his popcorn bowl, though, he perked right up.
“Thank god,” Renjun gushed. “I was gonna die if I heard Hyuck complain one more time about his side piece flaking on him.”
“Girls are so complicated,” your friend whined in response. “She wanted me but now she’s backing off because she’s scared about losing her virginity, but now she still expects something from me. What am I supposed to do about that?”
Awkward. That was quite literally you.
Jaemin took a seat on the couch beside you. He covered himself with the blanket you were sharing, and the close proximity made you more conscious of him. Maybe you were starting to regret running your mouth because this was the most overwhelming situation you had ever been in. You thought you were going to pass out then and there.
“Hyuck, it’s not like you were looking for a relationship, anyway,” Jeno chimed in. “You and Jaemin terrify me.”
“All I did was sit here and make your popcorn,” Jaemin defended himself. “What did I do for my name to be slandered?”
You snorted. It was no surprise to anyone in your friend group that Jaemin and Donghyuck were probably the two biggest heartbreakers of the group. While Donghyuck simply just had bad luck, Jaemin was the one who got flighty out of nowhere—a true red flag.
This made you even more nervous about starting anything with him. However, when you felt his hand run up your bare thigh, you remembered how red was, in fact, your favorite color.
You spread your legs a little, heart pounding faster than ever. You could barely hear the intervals of your heartbeat. A psychologist should’ve really been analyzing your behavior right now. You hadn’t even tried dipping your toes into the water; you were jumping completely into Na Jaemin.
You knew you had to tell him that you had never gone this far before, but you had no idea how to bring it up. It could go several ways, but the outcomes you were most worried about were a) Jaemin laughing in your face, b) Jaemin distancing himself, or c) Jaemin getting upset because you didn’t tell him earlier.
When he continued circling his fingers over your shorts, though, you realized he was going to find out eventually, whether you told him or not.
He didn’t waste any time before his fingers slid under your shorts and rubbed against your clothed cunt. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, forcing yourself to not cry out when Jaemin’s thumb rubbed precise circles over your clit. It wasn’t all that surprising that he knew exactly where to pleasure you, but you found it hard to keep up with your friends’ conversation while Jaemin was stimulating your clitoris.
You were starting to squirm after a while, so Jaemin took that as his cue to go further. He pushed your underwear aside to rub his fingers along your folds. You hoped you didn’t look as dazed as you felt, but then you had to suppress a moan when you felt his finger ease inside you.
The conversation from your friends was drowning out, and you were staring blankly at the TV screen as Jaemin was slowly fingering you. His thumb circled your clit all the while, testing to see how far he could go. After a while of unresponsiveness from your side, you started squirming again when Jaemin started teasing another finger in you.
“Jaemin, everyone knows you’re the enemy of all women,” Renjun said. He whipped his head around and warned his friend, “I’ll kill you if you go anywhere near Y/N, by the way.”
“Yeah, don’t corrupt our Cherry Girl,” Mark added flatly.
“Cherry Girl?” you asked, wondering if you should be offended or not.
“You know,” Jeno started, “the cherry—like your virginity.”
Ah. Lovely.
You just laughed in response—practiced, empty. It was your little party trick of fooling people into thinking you found something funny. In this case, you were just trying not to slip over the edge and come undone in front of your friends.
Then, you realized you might have fucked up.
Jaemin just found out you were a virgin.
To be fair, virginity was a social construct, so it wasn’t like Na Jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden.
Okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.
“You’re a virgin?” Jaemin asked, and his hand stilled inside of you. Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment, and your eyes darted everywhere but him until you made a strangled sound of confirmation. To your surprise, Jaemin grinned. “Nice.”
“Hey!” Renjun snapped. “What’s nice supposed to mean?”
Jaemin held his free hand up in surrender. “Give me a break. I just meant it’s nice to save yourself for that special someone.”
Renjun seemed sold, but he narrowed his eyes at Jaemin. “I know how horny you get. Don’t corrupt Y/N.”
Jaemin grinned sheepishly at him, and while everyone took that as agreement, you were trying to hold your breath as his two fingers pumped in and out of your cunt. There was no way you were going to get through the movie like this, but Jaemin was insistent.
When you made eye contact with him, the gentle smirk on his lips was enough to make your brain go haywire. He adjusted the way he was sitting on the couch, which you assumed was so that he could get you to sit on his lap. You closed your eyes, and you quickly realized the cinch in your gut was the preamble of an orgasm. However, when Jaemin was in the perfect position, Mark turned and laid down so that his head was in his lap.
“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin whispered, sliding his fingers out of you quickly. You wanted to scream when you felt your oncoming high dissipating.
“What?” Mark complained. “I wanna be comfy for the movie.”
“There’s a lot of ways you can be comfy without being a cockblock, Mark,” Jaemin muttered coldly. When Mark made a sound of confusion, seemingly not hearing his friend, Jaemin turned his head to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to stay over after they leave?”
It took you a moment to realize that his fingers weren’t in you anymore. You were so sexually frustrated, but you nodded in response, leaving Jaemin smug for the rest of the movie.
Jaemin was a complete loser, you decided.
Not only did he fall asleep on your couch, but when he peeled off his sweater earlier, you discovered that he was wearing a Twitch shirt underneath. He was going to fuck you wearing a Twitch shirt. That was probably the most horrifying news you had come across in a long time, and that was saying a lot considering you found Renjun microwaving his fruit last week.
Mark, Donghyuck, and Jeno weren’t too keen on spending the night on the couch, so they decided to ditch their poor friend and go back to their respective apartments. Renjun slinked back to his room, passing out as soon as his head hit the mattress. Jaemin was left on your couch, one leg dangling off as he hugged a pillow. You left a blanket for him, but he let it drop to the floor after being tucked in for a mere ten minutes.
You scoffed, but you had to admit Jaemin’s sleeping face was adorable. He looked so calm and peaceful when he wasn’t hyped up on several shots of espresso.
“Stop staring at me, creep,” Jaemin mumbled, eyes still closed.
You jumped a little at the sudden accusation. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? It’s creepy that you could even tell I was still here… creep,” you fired back.
Jaemin snickered, a playful smile crossing his lips. “What? Did you wanna fuck on the couch?” He shifted slightly so that he was facing you, and this time, he opened his eyes groggily. “I mean, we’re finally alone so—”
“You’re wearing a Twitch t-shirt,” you retorted. “Change into another shirt and I’ll consider it.”
Jaemin pouted. “That’s so mean, Y/N. This is, like, who I am.”
“A Twitch streamer is your entire personality,” you clarified, to which Jaemin nodded. “Enticing.” When your best friend snorted in response, you continued, “Renjun says you’re bad news, so you’ll have to convince me that this is a good idea.”
Jaemin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He seemed rather stunned by your statement, which was funny considering he didn’t seem to have any objections earlier. You wondered if he was just trying to put on a front for you, but it was Jaemin. Why would he care how he came off in front of you? You were already too close with him to judge him for whatever came out of his mouth.
“Bad news? Me?” He sat up this time, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just because I slept around? That’s harsh.”
“Well, it doesn’t exactly make you look like a saint,” you pointed out.
“But I’m a Twitch streamer,” Jaemin whined, reaching forward to grab your waist. You swallowed down your shriek as he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close. It was nice like this, you realized, and Jaemin was warm. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and continued, “Shouldn’t that cancel out all the fucking around I did?”
You laughed at his reasoning, swiveling a little in his lap to face him. “I’ll have to admit, gamers can be hot, though.”
“Oh? You think I’m hot?” Jaemin smirked a little, and you had to fight down the shyness creeping up your neck. For a second, he was just staring at you, taking in everything about you. “Y/N, it’s been really hard trying not to kiss you all night.”
Normally, this would be the part where you two kissed and spent a passionate night together after being cockblocked all evening. However, you felt a snarky comment coming to mind and replacing whatever sexual urge that was rising.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have invited over every single mutual friend we have,” you countered bitterly. You bit your lip before you added, “I was ready to just spend the night with you.”
Jaemin sucked in a sharp breath, his hands dropping to squeeze your hips. “You’re a virgin, right?” His hands then moved onto your thighs, rubbing up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I wouldn’t have finger-fucked you like that if it was your first time.” When you didn’t respond, a smile grew on Jaemin’s face. “No way. You liked it, didn’t you? You liked me touching you in front of our friends.”
Heat rose to your cheeks at his vulgar words. “Jaemin!” you exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes. “That’s so—”
“Okay, then tell me I’m wrong,” he cut in. “Tell me you didn’t like staying quiet while I fucked you under the blanket.”
Unfortunately, you knew that you were a terrible liar and there was no point in trying to defend yourself. You had to come clean to Na Jaemin.
“Fine,” you spat. “Maybe I did get turned on when you were fingering me in front of everyone, but it’s not like I wanted to be caught or anything.”
Jaemin wore an amused expression, and you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. You tried to avert your gaze, but he grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye.
“And this is coming from the cherry girl who said I wouldn’t be able to please her earlier,” Jaemin mused, scoffing a little. “You’re so dirty for someone so innocent. I think it’s about time I show you how good I can make you feel.”
Maybe a couch wasn’t exactly the most romantic place in the world to have your first time, and Na Jaemin definitely wasn’t a romantic person (to you, at least), but you felt comfortable with him. After all, you hadn’t exactly heard of good first-time experiences from your friends. Donghyuck mentioned how his first time was in the blind spot of a parking lot, and the police ended up pulling over next to them.
With Jaemin’s lustful eyes gazing at you so tenderly, you wanted to give in. (Yes, even with that damn Twitch shirt he wore).
You hardly had time to process how his eyes dropped to your lips, butterflies flocking to your stomach in seconds before Jaemin was leaning in, pressing his soft lips to yours. You reciprocated almost immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and adjusting your position so that you were straddling his lap. Jaemin leaned back on the couch, hands dropping to the back of your thighs as he lazily kissed you.
Strangely enough, it felt like the most normal thing in the world to kiss Na Jaemin. After a while, your mouth moved in perfect sync with his, and you wondered how the hell you never thought of doing this before. His tongue was making you feel dizzy, but before you knew it, your tongue was dancing with his so naturally.
Jaemin sat up straighter, hands traveling up your body once you two were chest-to-chest. He broke from your lips to press kisses from your jawline to your neck. You could only let out soft whimpers as he mapped his way down your body, eventually getting to the swell of your breasts.
You were supposed to feel exposed and vulnerable as Jaemin tugged your shirt and bra aside, but you felt safe. You felt safe even as he took your tit into his mouth, tongue tracing a pattern around your nipple. You felt safe even as he littered hickies over your chest.
A fire rekindled in Jaemin. He grew more passionate, more eager. You could feel the desperation dripping off of him as he pushed you down on the couch, switching positions so that he was over you, eyes racking your body with a newfound hunger.
For a second, you just got to admire his beauty and take a breather. Jaemin tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. You turned your head to look at the discarded clothing. You quickly realized that you were supposed to do the same, so you peeled off your shirt as Jaemin was taking off his pants.
“Ah, the pretty little shorts you put on just for me,” he noted, holding eye contact with you as he helped you out of your shorts. You could hear the strangled growl in the back of his throat. “You look so fucking pretty.”
The effect his words had on you were insane, but you had to remind yourself that this was Jaemin. You two were good friends and regularly hung out; this wasn’t some guy you had been romantically involved with.
“You’re just saying that because we’re about to have sex,” you said with a light laugh, a touch nervous. Yeah, part of you didn’t want that to be true, but the other part of you had no idea how you would feel if it wasn’t true.
Jaemin’s eyes hardened. “Are you kidding? I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”
You drew in a sharp intake of breath.
Not perfect. Gorgeous. No, you weren’t perfect. Not untouchable or unattainable for Jaemin. Not someone he could admire from afar and never bring himself to go after. You were gorgeous. You were someone he found captivating even without a rose-tinted lens. He saw every side of you, and he still thought you were gorgeous.
Jaemin pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly. “Let’s move to your room, then.”
You honestly didn’t expect much from Jaemin, but you underestimated just how built he was. He scooped you up like you were nothing, and you had to take a few seconds to process the fact that you were lifted off the couch so easily. His hands gripped your bottom firmly, but his fingers were brushing against your inner thighs and you found it difficult to keep your cool.
Jaemin kicked the door shut behind him and laid you down on the edge of your bed. You were confused why he left your legs dangling off the side (and it wasn’t very comfortable), but then it hit you when he situated himself between your legs.
He was about to eat you out.
“I’m gonna taste you here, pretty girl,” he hummed, fingers prodding against your clothed cunt. That strangely endearing shit-eating grin spread across his face. “I hope you return the favor one day.”
You grew shy at that. “I don’t really know how to do that…”
“I’ll teach you,” he insisted, “but right now, I want you to relax for me.” Jaemin made eye contact with you for a split second while he was tugging down your underwear. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”
“Noted.”
You swallowed thickly. This was your first time experiencing something like this, and you were more anxious about what Jaemin would think about seeing you in full glory. His incomprehensible groan when he saw you bare surely elevated your confidence, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth would be over your folds in seconds.
You could pinpoint the exact moment his tongue came into contact with your cunt because your senses heightened in seconds. You felt like you were falling into a haze with the way Jaemin’s tongue worked on your folds. He gripped your thighs with fervor as he pressed kisses up to your clit.
You shuddered when he started sucking on the little ball of nerves, but you yearned for more. Jaemin noticed how you fisted the sheets, smirking against your folds. Your hips lifted, getting as much more friction as possible, wordlessly begging for more.
The night was quiet apart from your blissful sighs and the sounds from Jaemin’s mouth making you fall apart at the seams. You became a squirming mess under him, and Jaemin forced your hips down as a warning. He was strong, you realized, and you were inching closer to your high at the thought of him using all that power to fuck you until you were spent.
“H-how are you so good at this?” you croaked out, slapping one hand over your mouth before a moan escaped.
Jaemin pulled away for a moment to look at you, and he grinned in that cocky, arrogant way that was so incredibly sexy. “What? I’m just spelling out your name with my tongue.”
You had no explanation for how hot that sounded.
“Well keep it going then,” you ordered, pushing at his head to get him back between your legs. “It feels different—good different.”
Truthfully, you couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was like a knot of pressure was daring to unleash. You wanted to just let it happen, but every time Jaemin slipped away, you felt a little more of it disappear. It was starting to frustrate you, so you whined and pressed your thighs together.
Jaemin spread your legs again. “Can’t make you feel good if you keep your legs closed,” he said. “I’m gonna show you how to get yourself off for real, Y/N. I want you to do it while I’m eating you out.”
“Huh?” you asked blankly as Jaemin took your hand and moved it to your cunt. He placed your fingertips over your clit and made you rub in tight circles. In a breath, you whispered, “Oh my god.”
“Keep doing that for me, princess.”
You could only respond with a broken whimper. Compared to Jaemin’s expert fingering earlier, you felt more amateur, more sloppy. It seemed to be getting the job done, though, because you could feel an undercurrent of pleasure rippling under your flushed skin.
Jaemin’s tongue snaked inside you, and you had to blink several times to keep your sanity at bay. Your head was clouding at the way he was making you feel good in places you never expected to reach. With a few more strokes of his tongue, your orgasm came crashing over you before you could even think about warning Jaemin.
He groaned against your cunt as it pulsated from the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. You always thought orgasms were specific to the one area, but you could feel this sensation all over. It was the pinpricks of heat prickling your skin, the euphoric wash making your brain foggy, and the trembling limbs that tied it all together. You were a whimpering, shaky mess as you rode out the waves of pleasure that Jaemin worked out of you.
When your walls nearly stopped pulsating (save for the occasional twitching), Jaemin took that as his cue to stop abusing your cunt. You let out a light huff when he stood up again, looking down at you with that cocky smirk on his lips.
“Sounds like you enjoyed that,” he commented. You could tell his ego was through the roof, and it pissed you off a little. “Didn’t you say something to Jeno? Something about how I wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper?”
Ah, yes. The very reason why you were trying to keep your moans in (to no avail). You knew Jaemin wouldn’t let you hear the end of it, and this was a problem in and of itself considering he was downright insufferable both in and out of the sheets.
“Fine,” you gave in after putting aside your stubbornness. “I take it back. Plus, I was drunk, so you can’t really hold it against me.”
“They say drunk words are sober thoughts.”
“Well, I also said I’d fuck Jeno when I was drunk,” you fired back.
Jaemin pushed back his hair as he got over you, pushing you back as he did so that your full body was on the bed. He eyed you carefully, and for a moment, you were holding your breath out of pure anticipation. The dark look clouding his eyes was enough to keep your mouth shut. Jaemin placed his hands on either side of your head.
“Oh? You’d fuck Jeno?” he asked, eyes narrowed at you. “I don’t think so.”
Strangely enough, you felt offended. “What? Why not?”
“You and Jeno aren’t compatible,” he replied, positioning himself in seconds just to roll his hips against yours. This incited a sharp exhale from you, causing Jaemin to simper at how submissive you became. “You wouldn’t go for him. Not when you have me.”
“W-what makes you think that?” you asked, choking up at the end when Jaemin started a steady pace of rocking his hips against yours, and you could feel his longing by the way he was humping you.
This time, however, Jaemin didn’t respond to your question. Instead, he asked, “Ready to be fucked, Cherry Girl?”
You scoffed a little at the nickname but drew him closer to your body. You weren’t sure why you felt so intimate in the moment, but you just wanted Jaemin to make you feel good already. There was one part of you, though, that wanted to make love, and you tried to push it down as far as you could, but it kept creeping up on you.
You could tell Jaemin was hesitant himself. He seemed to be fighting some war of morals in his head, as if he was just realizing that the entire dynamic of your friendship would change forever at this very moment. You figured it was actually a lot for Na Jaemin to use his brain at a time like this. He was the kind of guy to think with his dick, and then be met with rationality hours later when the deed had already been done.
“You know,” he started, “we should really come up with a safe word.”
“A safe word?” you asked. You had heard of safe words being used, but you thought they were for people with kinks that were out of your comfort zone; if Jaemin came back with a knife, you were walking out of your own apartment.
“Yeah, like ‘peaches’ or something,” he suggested. “Or ‘Perry the Platypus.’ I think that one would kill the mood fast.”
You were in dismay. There was no way you would have the mind to call out a cartoon character’s name in the middle of sex.
“Or,” you offered, “one of us says ‘stop,’ and the other person stops.”
“Yeah—yeah, good plan.” Jaemin ran a hand through his hair. “Tell me to stop at any time.”
Oddly enough, you felt like you two weren’t on the same page. While you thought you were ready for what was to come, you didn’t think Jaemin was prepared for this. He seemed to lose his confidence shortly after realizing you two were actually about to have sex, and you didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.
In a sick way, it was rather funny to you that he ended up being the one who wasn’t quite ready yet.
“Jaemin,” you called sweetly. He looked down at you expectantly after a retired exhale. You didn’t want to seem like you were flat-out rejecting him, and you didn’t want to bring up how he faltered, so you suggested, “Maybe we continue another time, like… you know, when Renjun isn’t sleeping in the same apartment as us.”
Maybe Jaemin was disappointed. Maybe he was relieved. You didn’t have time to read the look in his eyes, but you felt better about not doing anything until you were 100% confident that he wouldn’t regret sleeping with you. Just because you were in some odd situationship with your best friend didn’t mean you didn’t care about him; you still wanted him to be as comfortable as you were.
“Yeah, sure,” he breathed out, practically collapsing onto you. You couldn’t exactly breathe in this position, so you tapped his shoulder. He asked, “Can we sleep together like this at least?”
You let out a muffled sound of confirmation. “Can you move, though, so I don’t die of suffocation in my sleep?”
Jaemin chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He flipped you two over so that you were the one on top of him, head against his chest. Jaemin grabbed the blanket from the floor and put it over you both, and you didn’t realize how sleepy you were until he had wrapped his arms around you and started rubbing circles on your arm with his thumbs.
You had all the pieces put together, but you just couldn’t see the bigger picture. While it was true that Jaemin froze up and wasn’t ready, the full reason was because he realized he had never hooked up with a girl that he called gorgeous. He had never pleasured a girl without them returning the favor immediately after, and it freaked him out a little when he was satisfied with wanting to make you feel good all night.
Moreover, he was scared because he thought he had genuine feelings for you.
“G’night, Jaemin,” you murmured.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied. “Try not to dream about me.”
You snorted. “You wish.”
“I’m serious. Once you fall for me, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”
“Shut up, loser. I’m not falling for you.”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Go to bed, Jaemin.”
Surprisingly, after countless nights of tossing and turning, you found that you slept much more peacefully when you were in Jaemin’s arms.
(Little did you know that Jaemin had also never slept so soundly before.)
“Oh shit.”
You didn’t think those were the words you would wake up to, but Jaemin was awfully loud in your ear so early in the morning. You blinked, trying to reorient yourself and recall the events from last night.
Seconds later, Jaemin’s shirt was thrown onto your bed, landing right next to you. Your eyes settled on the ugly Twitch shirt that you remembered was tossed onto the living room floor. While the shirt was abandoned, you woke up in Jaemin’s arms. You eyed the clothing triumphantly, as if the inanimate shirt could pick up on your mocking inflection.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” came your roommate’s voice.
Your eyes shot wide open. If you weren’t fully awake before, you definitely were now, but there was no way you could show your face to Huang Renjun when you were in this state.
God, the clothes.
You knew you had made a few mistakes in your life. (Okay, you made many mistakes, but really, who was counting?) Most of them were fairly inconsequential and amounted to nothing more than a bad grade on a few exams or falling into a bush while getting some fresh air at a party.
But this? There was a high chance that this could possibly be your worst fuck-up.
“Um…” Jaemin tried. “We’re hanging out.”
“Naked?” Renjun asked, horrified.
“We were warming up using our body heat,” Jaemin explained poorly, rousing an exasperated groan from Renjun. “Also, technically, we’re not naked; we still have our underwear on.” After a pause, Jaemin corrected, “I still have my underwear on.”
Renjun rubbed his face, irritated. “I told you to stay away from Y/N, and you didn’t waste a second trying to get into her pants, did you?”
“Relax.” Jaemin huffed. “Cherry Girl still has her cherry, so you don’t need to get all worked up. We were just sleeping in each other’s arms.”
You could already hear the scolding Jaemin was going to receive. Renjun was going to go off on his we’ve-been-friends-for-so-long rant, followed by his you’re-jeopardizing-our-friendship-you-horny-bitch tangent.
You wondered when would be a good time to reveal that you were actually awake, but you didn’t want to deal with Renjun’s wrath. You knew he had good intentions, and you were rather stupid for thinking it would be a good idea to leave your clothing on the couch, but you wondered if you could ever see Jaemin normally when your best friend slash roommate was so against it.
To your surprise, however, Renjun didn’t blow up.
He sighed. “Please tell me you’re not playing her.”
“I’m not!” Jaemin explained. He huffed a little, offended. “Who do you take me for? We’re, um… good friends just indulging ourselves—yeah, that sounds about right.”
Weird. His words stung, for whatever reason.
“You said you were just sleeping.”
“Oops.” Jaemin grumbled out some incomprehensible curse under his breath. “Okay, I’m not doing anything that Y/N doesn’t want, and I’m not forcing her to do anything, so I don’t see the problem here.”
“If you hurt her, I’ll make you wish your dick never saw the light of day, Na Jaemin,” Renjun warned. When Jaemin seemed to receive his message properly, he asked, “Since she’s still asleep, did you wanna go out and get pancakes with me?”
Renjun was getting pancakes without you? Moreover, he was getting them with Jaemin? You refused to let yourself be replaced so easily, especially when Jaemin’s only attire was his Twitch t-shirt. You couldn’t let Renjun be seen outdoors with someone who wore gamer boy merchandise.
“I could go for pancakes,” you said, shifting enough on Jaemin’s chest so that you could crane your neck and see your roommate. “What happened to knocking before entering?”
“I did,” Renjun said, “for two minutes. I walked in to make sure you weren’t dead.” He turned on his heel to close the door. “I’m leaving in ten, so please don’t start eating each other’s faces and get ready.”
(“I could eat something else.”
“Please shut up, Jaemin.”)
Going to iHop was a tradition between your friend group. It was usually something you guys would treat yourselves to after midterms or finals. That, or you would go for drunchies after a night of drinking.
This time, however, you and Jaemin were sitting across from Renjun in your usual booth in the far right corner. The first five minutes were spent in complete silence, with you looking between the two boys awkwardly as they sized each other up. The tension was getting suffocating, and you were praying the waiter would come over quickly to take your orders.
It probably didn’t help that you were wearing Jaemin’s sweater. It was far too big on you with the sleeves falling past your fingertips and the hem reaching your mid-thigh. You even tried to give it back to him, but Jaemin insisted you wear it. (You left out the part that you just wanted him to cover up his hideous shirt with the sweater.)
No matter how you looked at it, this felt like something a boyfriend would do.
Renjun gave you and Jaemin a once-over. “This is so weird.”
“Please don’t tell the others, Renjun,” you begged.
He frowned. “Why not?”
“Considering you look like you’re about to brand me with a scarlet letter and exile Jaemin from our friend group, I think it’s better we keep this between us,” you said, glancing at Jaemin when he let out a snicker. You continued, “Plus, Hyuck would never let me hear the end of it.”
Renjun snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry about Hyuck,” he said. Your roommate leaned back in his seat before explaining, “Choi Yeonjun’s been telling Jeno he’s interested in you.”
“Yeonjun? From Sig Kap?” you asked.
Frat boys were a pain in the ass, but a select few from Sigma Kappa Nu were semi-redeemable. It probably had to do with the fact that their president was Vernon Chwe, and he was the most chill frat boy you had ever met. You recalled Yeonjun as the one you spilled your drink on, and then you proceeded to spend the rest of the night laying on his shoulder on the couch because you couldn’t even walk straight.
“Yeah, he asked for your number.”
You and Renjun looked equally shocked when Jaemin cut in with a scoff, “Choi Yeonjun? Interesting. I’d ghost him if I were you.”
“Why?” you asked. You couldn’t think of anything particularly bad about Yeonjun, so you were surprised at how bitter Jaemin sounded about him. “Did he do something?”
There was a pause. “Nah, nothing.”
“Jaemin,” you pressed. “You wouldn’t bring it up if it was nothing. Just tell me what it is before I end up going out with someone who turns out to be a dick.”
Jaemin’s hand flew to the back of his neck. “I mean, just because we did stuff once doesn’t mean you have to start sleeping around with other guys.”
Your booth grew painfully silent.
“I worded that very wrong,” Jaemin realized.
“Yeah, you did,” Renjun chimed in unhelpfully.
While the three of you sat in uncomfortable silence, the waitress finally came by. “Are you guys ready to order?” she asked in a friendly tone.
No one spoke for a few seconds, so you raised your hand awkwardly. “The Winter Wonderland short stack, please.”
The waitress turned to Jaemin. “And what would you like, Sir?”
Mortified, Jaemin spoke in a strangled voice, “Same thing as her.”
“You’ve been quiet the entire ride home,” Renjun observed in that soft, comforting voice he used when you were sad. It was his surefire way of getting you to stop bottling your feelings up. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
After eating your pancakes in complete silence, you three only exchanged a few words to figure out how to pay the bill. The car ride home was even more painful, and Jaemin received no response when he mumbled a “see you” to the both of you. Renjun gave him a tight-lipped smile, but you kept your head down and fiddled with the sleeves of Jaemin’s sweater that you were still wearing.
Now, you were sort of confused and a little sad. You had no idea Jaemin thought so lowly of you.
You shrugged. “I’m just thinking.”
“About?” your roommate prompted.
“I wasn’t really interested in Yeonjun,” you admitted, “but now I’m tempted to go out with him just to prove Jaemin wrong. I was never even planning on sleeping with Yeonjun if he ever asked me out.” Before Renjun could reprimand you for such malicious thoughts, you added, “I wouldn’t ever actually do that, though. I’m not that shitty of a person.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” Renjun said, “and I know it probably took a lot of courage for you to hook up with Jaemin, so it’s fucked that he thinks you’d sleep around with anyone.”
Your mood dampened again. Renjun had put your exact thoughts into words. A trembling, tender laugh escaped your lips for a moment, but you held together the pieces of you that threatened to shatter.
You liked Jaemin.
Even before the events of last night, you never would have done something like that with someone if you didn’t like them.
You were so stupid. So painfully stupid. You knew every single trick up Na Jaemin’s sleeve—every rule in his book—and you had still fallen for his empty words like a fool. There had to be some world record for stupidity because you were sure you could challenge whoever was vying for first place.
“Y/N?” Renjun asked, concerned.
“I like him,” you said, more to yourself than to him, “I like Jaemin.”
“Damn. Even after all that?”
“No.” You shook your head quickly. More than a friend, your brain was practically screaming. He’s more than a friend to you.
You tried so hard to keep it together. Tried to keep yourself from spiraling. This sudden realization was crushing you from the inside out. You supposed the first choked sob could be passed off as a bluff, but Renjun noticed the second time, and that made you want to cry even more.
Because if you didn’t care about Jaemin in this way, you could’ve talked this out with him. You could’ve told him off for his comment and properly been angry with him. You could’ve made amends and fixed your friendship.
But since you cared too deeply, you felt so pathetic. You wanted him to notice. You wanted him to apologize. You wanted him to realize that you didn’t want Choi Yeonjun; you wanted your best friend, Na Jaemin.
You barely noticed Renjun pulling you into a warm embrace, and it was when he rubbed your back soothingly that you realized you were crying. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks and you could taste the saltiness on your tongue.
“Look, it’s Jaemin,” Renjun started. “Yeah, he’s a fuck-up sometimes and can be a dick, but he cares deeply too. If you talk to him, I’m sure things will work…” He trailed off when he saw the agonized look on your face. Concern tugged at his brows. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t get it,” you cried. “I’ve liked him as more than a friend—for a while now, I think. That’s why this hurts so bad.”
Renjun’s lips parted in surprise. “You like—oh… oh.” He froze up for a moment, as if his own thought process was buffering. “You like Jaemin? Why? He’s terrible.”
You couldn’t argue with that. Jaemin had a notorious streak for being half-human, half-douchebag. They were separate identities at this point.
You remembered freshman year when you met him. Freshly cut loose from his family and living on his own, Na Jaemin was going to parties at least three days a week. Jeno claimed he had met a new girl nearly every month just because they always ended up sleeping over at their dorm room. Just as fast as he’d hook up with a girl, Jaemin would ghost them without warning right after. Once, he even made Jeno break the news to one of them on his behalf.
“You’re right, he sucks.” You wiped at your damp cheeks. “He’s literally a walking red flag. Why do I like him so much?”
Part of you expected Renjun to scold you for being stupid, but he just patted your head with a small sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can take your time. No one’s expecting you to figure everything out right now.”
It was weak, but you managed a smile. Renjun was right; you needed time for yourself.
It had been two weeks since you had seen or spoken to Jaemin.
It was strange, for sure. You hadn’t ever gone this long without at least texting him. Sure, there was that one time two years ago where Jaemin went off-the-radar for an entire month, but you later learned that he was burnt-out from university and had to recharge. That meant not speaking to anyone other than his family (and occasionally Jeno after his unabating nagging), but you respected that.
This time, however, was different. The unresolved issue was eating at you, little by little, chipping away at your resolve to stay away from him. You wanted to talk to him—or yell at him—but you had nothing to say if he was just going to break your heart.
You just wanted to get it all out. You wanted to yell at him about how much of a dick he was being. Although, you were certain that Jaemin was very self-aware of his own flaws; your friend group never missed a chance to point them out. You wanted to scream at him about how wrong he was for thinking you wanted Choi Yeonjun.
Jaemin was right about one thing, at least. Since you had fallen for him, you really couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Most of all, though, you just wanted your best friend back.
When a candle burned and its wax melted, it caused a chemical change in matter due to the hydrogen and carbon from the wax combining with the oxygen in the air to create carbon dioxide and water vapor. Although the candle burned down and lost its size and shape, the matter cannot truly be destroyed. Remnants of that candle still live on in another form.
That was how you felt right now.
Despite your energy depleting because of Jaemin, despite how exhausted you were from being angry, and despite how hard you tried to forget about how much you liked him, he still crept back into your heart each time. Your feelings couldn’t be destroyed no matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you tried to minimize them or lock them away, they still took up space in your heart.
Jeno asked if something happened between you two, so he either must have picked up some tension or Jaemin must have let him know that things were awkward between you two. You weren’t surprised; those two told each other everything. You even heard them comparing dick sizes once, much to your horror.
“I haven’t spoken to Jaemin in, like, two weeks,” you told Jeno over a coffee you asked (or gently coerced) him to buy you with his campus dining plan. “I don’t see why you have to convince me to see him if he won’t make the effort to see me.”
“Y/N, you know how Jaemin always bottles up how he truly feels,” Jeno said. “If you guys fought, I’m sure he’s feeling really bad about it right now. Just… in that self-deprecating way where he talks to no one about his feelings.”
“He needs to talk to me, Jeno,” you replied with a sigh.
“By the way, did you know Choi Yeonjun’s interested in you?”
Of course. The very man who was unintentionally the cause of this rift between you and Jaemin. You hoped he was having the time of his life.
“Yeah, I heard from Renjun.”
“Don’t worry,” Jeno assured after taking notice of your disinterest. “He still has Tinder on his phone, so I think he’s keeping his options open.”
You tried Tinder once. Eric Sohn. Business major with a concentration in finance. He asked you what show you liked, and you replied with “I don’t know” followed up by the actual show, You. Eric assumed you meant you liked him, not the psychological horror series, so he asked you to meet up.
(You did not meet up.)
Just then, your phone ringer went off. You checked it without thinking, but your heart seized up when you saw the texts from your friend.
jaemin: if you have time later can we meet up? jaemin: i wanna apologize
The shock must have been clear on your face because Jeno caught on quickly. Jaemin wasn’t one to apologize, and you couldn’t recall ever hearing a genuine apology from his lips, so this was all a surprise to you.
“He texted you, didn’t he?” Jeno asked. He looked down at his phone and frowned. “What the—why’s he streaming right now?”
His reaction piqued your curiosity, so you leaned over to see why Jeno cut himself off. In return, he moved his phone so that you could see the screen as well. After the advertisement on the Twitch app, Jaemin showed in the bottom left corner of the screen while a screen of him playing Genshin Impact was on the top right. To your amusement, he was holding a little therapy session for himself over his Twitch stream.
“See, I just really like her, guys—oh, fuck, hilichurl—but I don’t know why I keep acting stupid around her—die, die, die, die, die! Usually, girls like me more than I like them, so I freaked out when I got the feeling that I liked her more than she liked me—man, will you die already?—but I think I really fucked things up this time,” Jaemin said to his viewers, eyes locked on his computer screen. “I just texted her and asked if she was free later so that I could apologize. Thing is, I didn’t even mean what I said, but it just came out because I was so stupid and jealous, and…”
Jaemin trailed off for a moment as he finished clearing out a camp in the game. He sat back and looked off in the distance for a while as his comments flooded with either really good or really bad advice. Most of it was leaning toward terrible suggestions such as “have you tried essential oils?” and “have you tried turning your feelings off and then on again?”
“Oh.” Jaemin’s expression was somewhere between stunned and in disbelief. “I’m in love with her.”
He said it so casually, like he was stating the number of inches in a foot or the color of the grass. It almost slipped past you, but then it rang in your head again and you felt dizzy. Maybe it shocked you that Na Jaemin was even capable of using the word love, but remembering that it was for you was throwing you in for a loop.
Even Jeno was perplexed. He looked between you and the screen several times, mouth opening and closing as if he had something to say, but the words always died on his tongue.
“Guys, I’m in love with my best friend,” Jaemin echoed, and his face washed over with horror, “and I play Genshin Impact—god, she’s never gonna like me back.” He clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Maybe I should do a run-through of Spiral Abyss until the depression goes away.”
Jeno looked dumbfounded. “Did he just… did Jaemin just use the L-word?”
“I didn’t even know his vocabulary was that extensive,” you replied, dazed. “I didn’t know he was capable of actual feelings.” You stood up, disoriented. “I need to go see him—talk to him. I gotta tell him how I feel.”
Ever the gentleman, Jeno offered, “Need a ride?”
“It’s close,” you said, starting to walk backward. “Wish me luck.”
Jeno chuckled, giving you one of those cute eye-smiles of his. “Good luck, Y/N.”
You grinned and turned on your heel, breaking into a full sprint to get to Jaemin’s apartment. It wasn’t very far, but your legs still got tired halfway to the complex. However, you were pumped up with so much adrenaline that you could hardly feel the soreness in your calves.
Na Jaemin was stupid. He was the absolute worst when it came to facing his feelings. Before, you could look into the past and count every red flag that gave you a reason to not run back to him.
Now, though, when you heard how much he liked you, it made you want to give him a chance.
You found yourself knocking on the door of Jaemin’s apartment, hands moving too fast to do your signature knock. When you heard his footsteps near the door, you spoke up before he could ask who it was.
“You idiot! Why would you tell your Twitch audience how you feel but not me!”
Jaemin opened the door, astonishment drawn all over his face. “Wait, you watch my streams?”
“Jaemin, that’s not the point!” you whined. You walked into his apartment and turned to face your best friend after he closed the door. “If you just told me how you felt, then I wouldn’t have had to suppress my feelings and try to forget that I ever felt this way about you.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Jaemin breathed out like he was winded from the conversation. “You have feelings for me? Why? I’m terrible.”
“I know!” you cried. “I know you’re hopelessly pathetic and you don’t communicate your feelings. You say stupid shit to push me away instead of just accepting that you have emotions like every other human being. You mess with my feelings and say stuff that makes me misunderstand—”
“Okay, I think we’ve gathered that I’m an asshole, yes,” Jaemin cut in.
“But I’m in love with you.”
There. You said it. Blurted out the words that had been burning in your chest for weeks.
Jaemin faltered. “Why?”
You couldn’t pinpoint what emotion was swimming in his eyes, but your heart ached when you saw the flicker of pain behind them. You had never seen Jaemin look so uncertain about having his feelings reciprocated. Hell, you had never even seen him so vulnerable in your life.
You gave him a withering look. “What do you mean why, you insufferable prick, I love you.” You felt agonized at this point, so you elaborated, “Jaemin, I wouldn’t let you take my firsts if I didn’t have feelings for you.”
“I love you too,” he finally responded, that wonderstruck look clear on his face, “so much that it drives me crazy.”
The warmth that exploded in your chest was almost embarrassing. “You do?”
“Oh, this is terrible,” Jaemin muttered, looking distracted.
“Terrible? How is this terrible? We both like each other.”
“No, I forgot to end my stream,” he explained, “so they all just heard our confession.” There was a pause. You glanced at his screen to see comments piling in. “This is very awkward.”
“What? Turn it off!” you exclaimed.
“Anyway, thanks for tuning in this week!” Jaemin started in that customer satisfaction voice of his, walking toward his monitor while forcing a smile on his face. “As you can see, I’m busy, so see you guys next week. Bye.”
As soon as Jaemin stopped his live, he turned off his monitor and swiveled in his chair to face you. He stood up and made his way over to you, adoring the way your eyes gleamed. Jaemin wanted to tell you that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He wanted to tell you that he had never felt so strongly connected to someone. He wanted to tell you how he had been yearning for you for weeks.
Then, you started complaining.
“How could you tell your huge audience about us before you even told me about us? I had no idea how you felt this entire time!” you argued. Jaemin groaned but you went on, “You need to learn a thing or two about communication, Na Jaemin, because this—”
“Oh my god, shut up already,” Jaemin growled, grabbing your face and kissing you with such heated intent that you were breathless in seconds.
Your heart fluttered tenfold at the feeling of his lips moving against yours so naturally. Jaemin had always been a skillful kisser, but this time, his passion was overwhelming you. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and you let him slip it into your mouth as you were left in an aroused daze. For a moment, you thought things would progress further, but then Jaemin pulled away and held you by the waist.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “The words that came out of my mouth back at iHop were empty. I was just stupid and jealous because of Choi Yeonjun.”
Even though he stated that he wanted to apologize to you earlier, it was still difficult to wrap your head around the fact that Na Jaemin was throwing his pride to the wind and letting his guard down in front of you. It was a rather good apology for him, and while his words did sting back then, you were willing to give him another chance.
Jaemin continued, “I just couldn’t bear to think about seeing you with him. My mouth just started running to get you to do anything but give that guy a chance.” He huffed, frustrated. “You know, I think I saw him littering near the business building before. He was right next to a trash can too! I don’t understand why he couldn’t just throw—”
He stopped himself when he heard you laughing, and Jaemin broke from his tangent on Choi Yeonjun, the Enemy of Environmental Conservation. You reached your hand up to brush your fingers against his cheekbone, admiring how pretty his lashes cast shadows on his face and how cute he was with that puzzled look on his face.
“I never considered Yeonjun even once,” you assured him, smiling tenderly. “It’s always been you.”
You had never seen Na Jaemin blush, you realized, but now you were seeing him turn red right in front of you. He was always the time to fluster others, so you never expected him to be so affected by sincere words that he flushed red. The sight was rather cute, and you enjoyed watching him stammer and fumble on his words. This fondness was uncharacteristic for him, but you were amused at the sight.
Then, he steeled his nerves and looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you again, Cherry Girl?”
You nodded almost immediately. This time, when Jaemin cupped your face with his hands and came close, you responded in tune with his lips meeting yours. He kissed you gentler than the times before, like you two had all the time in the world. Somehow, it was as if you could feel his underlying feelings behind the kiss.
Jaemin grew more needy, more eager, and you could feel it in the way you kept having to step back so that you wouldn’t end up falling over. His gentle kisses morphed into something more sensual and feverish. Once he had you up against the wall, he started kissing along your jaw and down to your neck. It was as if he had charted his course in advance with how confident he was in his motions.
“Jaemin,” you whimpered out when his hand slipped under your skirt to rub you through the thin fabric of your underwear.
You rolled your hips against his hand, wanting more friction and contact. You were embarrassed by how you were already wet for him, and Jaemin was soon aware of this fact when you saw him smirk at how damp your underwear was.
“Jaemin.” Your hand traveled from his hair to his cheek, making him look you in the eye. “I wanna make you feel good first.”
Jaemin let out a shaky sigh, holding your gaze for a split second before his hands flew to unbutton his pants. You both switched positions so that he was against the wall, and you lowered to your knees, looking up at him as you helped him tug his pants and boxers down.
You froze up a little when his hard cock slapped up against his abdomen. One thing you failed to prepare yourself for was how big Jaemin was. His pupils contracted and dilated at the way you stared at his throbbing cock.
“It’s simple, princess,” he instructed, fingers cradling your jaw. With his free hand, he pumped his cock a few times and ran the head across your lips. “Open up for me.” You parted your lips a little and Jaemin chuckled, amused. “Wider.”
You opened your mouth a little more so that you could take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on the sensitive area and letting your tongue run along the underside of the head. Jaemin’s hips jerked a little at the feeling, forcing you to take more in as he groaned lowly.
You decided to play into what he wanted and sucked off more of him, letting your tongue swirl around the head whenever you got a chance to. Jaemin held the back of your head, hands curling into your hair as he attempted to guide your movements. Once you picked up a rhythm, Jaemin started to rock his hips forward, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathed out, groaning quietly. “That’s a good girl.”
You could taste the salty precum beading from Jaemin’s slit, signaling that he was close. With your free hand, you pumped the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit fully in your mouth, but that didn’t seem to be enough for him.
“Breathe,” he instructed as he pushed your head down on his cock.
You gagged on his length, tears springing to your eyes when his cock was hitting the back of your throat. When Jaemin asked if you were okay, you nodded weakly and kept going, trying to suppress your unflattering gagging sounds so that you could deepthroat him.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Keep—fuck—keep moving like that, princess. What a pretty sight.”
You looked up at him through your lashes, head bobbing slowly on his length while you took him down your throat. Jaemin hissed at the sight, cursing under his breath when he felt like he was coming close. You could sense it as well with the taste of his cum leaking from his cock.
Soon, he was cumming down your throat, groaning loudly at the sensation. There was no way for you to explain how turned on you were by how hot his moans were. You pulled off of him and looked up at Jaemin, cheeks tear-stained and warm from his lingering touch.
“Swallow it all for me,” he cooed, fingers brushing over your lips. His eyes lit up when you did as he ordered. “I think it’s about time I reward you.”
“Please,” you rasped out, letting him help you up. “I want you to fuck me, Jaemin.”
His eyes darkened ever-so-slightly. “You sure?”
You nodded eagerly. You had been waiting for him to take your virginity for too long, and you finally had him with no interruptions.
“If you’re ready, of course,” you answered.
“I’ve been ready,” he mumbled, scooping you up like it was nothing and carrying you to his bedroom. You giggled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck as Jaemin peppered kisses wherever he could find bare skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
He left you on his bed to repeat his words in your head like a mantra. Na Jaemin thought you were beautiful; you felt like you were glowing. You looked back to see what he was doing, catching him slipping a condom over his cock. When he caught you staring, he returned a cocky smirk, and you were afraid you had overinflated his already-inflated ego. The sight made you grow shy, and you were hyperaware of the fact that you were about to lose your virginity soon.
This was it. This was the line you were going to cross yet again with your best friend.
Jaemin stood in front of you and helped tug your skirt off. You let him slide it down to your ankles before he moved on to your shirt. You kicked off your skirt and socks in the meanwhile, raising your arms so that he could slide your shirt off.
A blissful sigh fell from his lips at the sight of your body. You weren’t even wearing proper lingerie, but Jaemin gazed at you like you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Over your baby blue bralette, his thumb circled around your clothed nipple, and you let out a whine.
“Don’t tease me,” you complained.
He grinned mischievously. “Sorry about that. Your reactions are just too cute.”
After grabbing his shirt by the nape and tugging it off, Jaemin went to remove your bralette and underwear. Just like before, you felt strangely comfortable even when you were in full glory in front of him. You were positive that no one else would be able to make you feel this way.
Now that you were both nude in front of each other, Jaemin got over you, pressing his body flush against yours and kissing you like there was no tomorrow. He moved his hand down your body, indulging in your breathless moans before he started fingering your clit.
“Ah,” he observed smugly, “you’re already soaked.” He continued his motions for a few moments before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Ready to lose your cherry, Cherry Girl?”
You were a little sad that the nickname would die in Jaemin’s bed. You grew rather attached to it, so it was strange that you wouldn’t be called a cherry girl again (although you were sure there was no intended positive connotation with it). Nevertheless, you nodded and wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s neck.
“Please fuck me, Jaemin,” you begged. “I’ve been aching for you.”
The look in Jaemin’s eyes was insatiable. He closed his eyes for a second, sucking in a sharp breath, as if he was trying to keep himself from losing control and burying his entire cock inside you in seconds. Part of him just wanted to dive all in, but the more rational side wanted to take his time with you.
You were far too horny for a complete virgin and just wanted to be fucked already.
“Tell me if it hurts, princess,” he told you, lining up his cock at your folds. “We can stop whenever you’d like.”
With a strangled groan, Jaemin slid into you, halting whenever you winced. You nodded for him to keep going, pushing down the discomfort you were feeling. He tried to go slow for you, and soon, most of his cock fit snug in your tight cunt. Your walls were spasming around him, trying to adjust to how big he was.
“God,” he gritted out, “you feel so fucking good.”
The uncomfortable feeling started to slip away, dissipating when Jaemin’s cock was hitting those perfect spots inside of you. Slowly, pain morphed to pleasure, and you needed more.
“J-Jaemin, go,” you begged.
He nodded and started a motion of shallow thrusts, trying to get you used to his rhythm. His patience was thinning, though, and as much as he tried to keep himself grounded by kissing your neck, you knew Jaemin was going to snap soon.
And he did.
On the bright side, you were quickly adjusting to the sensation, letting it wash over you and leave a buzzing warmth across your skin. Jaemin’s thrusts started to slow, but he compensated with deeper, rougher thrusts. Your hands found purchase on his biceps, holding onto them weakly as he pounded into you. You were sure his tight grip on your hips would leave bruises in their wake, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when he was making you feel this good.
Your entire world had become the feeling of him thrusting into you and whispering filthy praise in your ear. It felt like he was the only one keeping you connected to this reality as you held onto him like a tether.
He fucked you so precise, so meticulously. You turned into a moaning, crying mess when he bottomed out inside of you, and Jaemin just wiped your tears and told you how good you were doing for him. He let go of one of your hips to hold your hand, gripping it tightly to assure you that he was going to take care of you.
“I think I’m close,” you got out between squirms and whimpers, feeling the shivers of an orgasm coming on.
“Cum for me.”
Jaemin quickened his pace and rubbed your clit again, his precise and tight motions sending you over the edge. You felt like you were drowning in a molten sea, fighting against the current as you were overcome with absolute bliss. All you could take notice of was the lovesick smile on Jaemin’s face when you stuttered out a broken confession. Your body was arching against his, and Jaemin helped you ride out the entirety of your orgasm, praising you and kissing you as a reward.
You felt as if your senses had sharpened post-orgasm, but you were completely fucked-out and spent. Jaemin came shortly after you, pulling out right before and letting out a husky groan. You turned your head to watch him toss his used condom into the trash before returning to collapse onto the bed.
You were both shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up at the wall as your chests rose and fell in synchronization.
“Wow,” you breathed out. “I’m not Cherry Girl anymore.”
“No, you still are,” Jaemin replied, raising a brow when you turned to glare at him. “What? It’s a cute nickname.”
You playfully punched his shoulder, scoffing a little. You weren’t sure if it was because you orgasmed together, but you felt impossibly close to Jaemin at that moment. You just wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Even if you weren’t doing anything, you couldn’t bear to be apart for whatever reason.
Jaemin bit the bullet before you could. “How do you feel about dating me?”
“Huh?” you stammered for a moment before regaining your composure. He had brought up exactly the topic you wanted to mention, and part of you felt more confident knowing that he felt the same way. “Us? Dating? Like being a couple?”
“Well, two people dating usually entails that they’re a couple.”
“Shut up.” You punched his shoulder, amazement clear in your eyes. “Shut up.”
“Y/N—”
“Na Jaemin asking me out?” You fought back a smile. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
Jaemin whined and pulled you closer by the waist, hands finding their way to cup your face so that he could look at you properly and stifle laughter at the way your face was squished in his hands. You wrapped an arm around him and cozied up to his chest, attempting to smile through the way he was holding your cheeks.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said firmly. You could see the striking seriousness in his eyes, and you remembered how intimidating Jaemin’s gaze was. “I think I’d die if I had to see you with Choi Yeonjun or someone else.”
“You would die at the slightest inconvenience,” you teased, earning a sneaky grin from Jaemin, “but I put up with your dramatic self because I love you, so I’ll take care of you as your girlfriend from now on.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one to take care of you?”
“You have the worst luck I’ve ever seen, so I have to look out for you,” you insisted, and Jaemin just laughed at your words.
“I can’t be all that unlucky,” he started shyly. “I mean, you ended up feeling the same way about me.”
As you and Jaemin held each other, laughing and talking about everything you possibly could, you realized that this was contentment.
You prayed that you wouldn’t screw up tonight.
You had a habit of blurting out things when you were drunk. It was such a problem that Jaemin had to drag you away before you tried to call Mark Lee’s mom last weekend and tell her that her son’s “study group” was just an excuse for him to get drunk without having to worry about his parents calling.
Only Jeno knew that you and Jaemin were officially dating (and this was unfortunately because he walked in after you two had sex for the first time). You both had no idea how to break the news to the rest of your friends. You had a feeling they were catching on, though, because Na Jaemin didn’t take care of people when they were drunk. He didn’t sit on the couch with them, bring them water, and then drive them home after. He was the one who got wasted and waited for someone to pick his sorry ass off the ground.
So, you were terrified you were going to blurt out the news while you were drunk. It hadn’t happened last weekend or the weekend before, but you had a strange feeling that you two were going to be caught soon.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want your friends to know, even though you were a little scared of Renjun’s reaction. You just wanted to announce it formally and not when you were seeing double of everything.
You were getting ready for the frat party Donghyuck convinced you guys to go to. He was rushing Yeonjun’s frat this semester and would spam invites to random parties almost every night in your group chat. While you were checking yourself out in the mirror, Jaemin snuck into your room.
“Hey,” he called softly. “Are you almost ready?”
“Does this look okay?” you asked, patting down the sides of your dress. You felt good when you looked in the mirror, but you wanted to see what your boyfriend thought. “It’s a little plain, but it’s the only party dress I have.”
All Jaemin did was stare at you, a little starstruck. You were completely taken aback by this reaction, especially when he didn’t even try struggling for words to say. He just stood impossibly still, lips parted and a faraway look in his eyes.
Raising a brow at him, you turned to grab a sweater hanging from the hook on your closet. Jaemin’s eyes darkened when you put it over your dress. The sleeves were a bit large and your dress was shorter, so you looked swamped by the garment.
“Is that mine?” Jaemin asked, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Yeah. I kept it—iHop trauma trophy.”
“Give it back.”
You froze. You actually expected Jaemin to be aroused at the sight of you wearing his clothing. Now, you were slightly embarrassed. Your attempt at being desirable was a complete fail. Mentally, you were digging a hole to crawl into and die in.
You huffed, a little angrily. “If you want it that bad, then come and get it.”
“Oh yeah?” Jaemin raised his brows at you as he walked toward you. You met his gaze and backed up until he had you cornered against the wall. “If you wanted to wear my clothes, Y/N, all you had to do was ask.”
When you didn’t respond, Jaemin shoved a knee between your legs and pushed your hips back against the wall. Your eyes widened a little, hands flying to his shoulders for leverage. He sealed his lips over yours smoothly, hands traveling up and down your sides.
You broke from the kiss for a second to breathe out, “J-Jaemin, we can’t do this now. The others are waiting for us.”
“They can wait a little longer,” Jaemin mumbled and swiftly kissed you again, sliding his tongue in to get a better taste of you.
You and Jaemin didn’t have enough time to pull away when Mark opened the door. “Y/N, have you seen Jaemin? Renjun sent me to find call y—whoa.” He looked frozen at the doorway. “You guys… dude.”
“H-have you ever heard of knocking?” you shrieked, stammering while you tried to cool down from the amount of embarrassment you felt.
“Mark, what happened?” Donghyuck called, walking over to the doorway to see what all the commotion was about. He looked at you and Jaemin and raised a brow. “Are you guys ready to go?”
You were completely lost. Donghyuck was always the one who had extreme reactions, but even with Jaemin’s hand still on your hip and your lips swollen, he didn’t bat an eye.
Jeno joined in, slinging an arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder. He took a look between you and Jaemin, eyeing the way he was holding you, and he turned around before he broke into a fit of laughter.
“What’s taking you guys so long?” Renjun asked, running a hand through his hair. “Our Uber’s gonna be here soon.” He shot you and Jaemin an exasperated look. “You two can make out when you get to the party, so can we get a move on?”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Donghyuck stopped you with an amused look on his face. “We know you and Jaemin are dating.”
You had no words to describe how stupid you felt. Weeks of keeping your relationship under the radar and they knew? You were holding back from acting like an actual girlfriend around them for no reason.
“Ah, I saw this coming,” Jaemin mused, leaning against the wall.
You whipped your head around to look at him. “You what?”
“Hold on,” Mark said. “How come I’m the only one who didn’t know they were a thing?”
“Donghyuck and I watched Jaemin’s Twitch stream a few weeks ago, that’s why,” Renjun explained. “We heard that whole confession. Cringiest thing I’ve ever had to witness.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Donghyuck apologized flatly, though he didn’t sound very sorry. “We forgot to tell you, Mark.”
“Guys, the Uber’s here!” Jeno called.
“Okay, let’s get moving,” Donghyuck said, pushing at Mark’s back to get him to start walking. “Mark, you can zone out of reality in the car.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Mark agreed.
Renjun stopped and looked at you and Jaemin before he started to leave. “I’m gonna trust you apologized for what happened at iHop,” he told Jaemin.
“I did!” Jaemin confirmed, using that whiny voice of his. “You’re so mean to me, Renjun.”
Renjun snickered. “I’m just making sure. You know, so that our next iHop run isn’t awkward.” He turned on his heel to catch up with the others. “You two better hurry!”
Jaemin turned to you, the corner of his lip hiking up. You could tell he just found this entire situation hilarious. Meanwhile, you felt like a complete fool.
“That was easy, wasn’t it?”
“That was humiliating,” you said, shuddering at the memory. “I can’t believe Mark walked in on us like that.”
“We could’ve been doing worse,” Jaemin tried.
“Please shut up.”
Jaemin laughed and slipped his hand into yours. “Personally, I’m glad they found out. Now we don’t have to sneak around them.”
He was right. Although it wasn’t the most natural way of telling your friends, you were relieved that they finally knew. It was like a load had been lifted off your shoulders now that you didn’t have to tread on eggshells around the people closest to you. You were just going to have to wait for Mark to forget that he ever walked in on you two.
You warmed up to Jaemin’s words with a soft exhale. “Yeah, I’m glad we can properly date now,” you said and tugged his hand. “Let’s go.”
“By the way,” Jaemin started shyly, “you look beautiful in that dress.”
You pinched his cheek lightly, pretending your heart wasn’t beating like crazy. “You look pretty good yourself, Jaemin.”
Yeah, you could get used to this.
“Jaemin,” you called. When you received no response, a scowl formed on your lips. Your boyfriend was too absorbed in whatever was playing on the TV. You called out to him again, a little more forcefully, “Jaemin!”
Three months into your relationship, and Jaemin was already acting like he had been married to you for ten years. You, however, knew that he was the biggest melt for you when he dropped the act.
He hardly spared you a glance. “What?”
You frowned. Not good enough; you required your boyfriend’s undivided attention, and you would pull all the stops to get it. So, you swiveled on the couch and hoisted yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling his thighs so that he had no choice but to pay attention to you.
Jaemin grabbed the remote and paused his anime before fixing you with a resentful look. “You’re such an attention whore, Y/N.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I had a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
Your boyfriend looked absolutely exasperated, but you pushed at his shoulder, so he answered, “No, ugly. I’m only with you because I feel bad.”
“You’re lying.” You grinned, poking his shoulder once more. “You like me.” Jaemin tilted his head back and groaned, so you provoked him even further. “You think I’m pretty.”
He reached forward and cupped your cheeks, squishing your face so that your lips were smushed together. “You want the truth, Cherry Girl? Yes, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, so shut up and let me watch my anime.”
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” you managed to say, voice muffled by his hold on you. “Thanks to you.”
Jaemin pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let go of your face so that he could stroke your hair lovingly. “It’s cute, though, so you’re still my Cherry Girl.” You rolled your eyes at him, which caused him to hold onto you tighter, pulling you closer despite your struggle to get off. “That’s it. You’re watching Mob Psycho with me.”
“Only if we cuddle,” you bargained and relaxed in his hold.
“That’s actually a requirement.”
The thought of falling in love was probably the scariest conception you had, but with Jaemin, you had always felt safe, so actually falling wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be. Because, before he was your lover, he was your best friend, witnessing all the good and ugly that came with you.
You came to realize that love wasn’t something you had to think so deeply about. It wasn’t some formula that you had to mull over for ages. There was no clear definition for love, really. There was no way there could be one; it had to fluctuate.
For you, love was National Treasure on a Friday Night. It was that hideous shirt. It was the booth at the far right corner at iHop. It was a Twitch stream. It was an oversized sweater.
And, despite your incessant complaints, you could say that love meant Na Jaemin calling you cherry girl.
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ you made it ?? to the end ?? i’ll kiss you omg <3 but thank you so much for reading cherry girl! :’) writing fuckboy jaemin with a big soft side for mc is my absolute favorite and i’m so grateful for all the support i received while writing this. i was so overjoyed when i finished this and then i felt a little empty because wow. it’s over. but this just means i can indulge in more ideas for jaemin fics bc that man has such a strong hold over me. but i’m very content with this being my first fic of the new year and i hope you guys enjoyed it too ♡ sending much love, as always
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Number 1 | K. Bakugou |
idk what this is man, an origin story maybe?? idk bakugou is an asshole and reader is a badass
The ratings where in, this is it, the big moment. After years of hard work and dedication, you’re finally about to find out if you made it the number Number 1 Hero Spot. You walk out on the stage with the other Top 5 heroes, one being your long term boyfriend, Bakugou. You’d been dating since highschool and worked at the same agency that he created.
“And for our number 2 Hero, we have...Ground Zero! Number 1... Angel! Thank you heroes for protecting and sacrificing your lives for us!” The announcer practically yelled at the large crowd of people.
You couldn’t believe it. You did it. You were the number 1 hero in all of Japan and your boyfriend was right behind you. The lights of the stage felt like power surging through your body. Your large white wings fluttered in excitement. You took your place at the number one podium and felt warm tears of joy stream down your face, you feel pata on your back and can hear congratulations swirling around but you can barely stand up straight.
Soon someone hands you a microphone, the crowd quieting down.
“Thank you all so much, I will work hard every single day until my body gives up to make sure this great nation is protected. I’ve worked very hard to get here so thank you all for recognizing my hard work and determination. I wanna thank Ground Zero, for being the best partner and for helping me get where I am. It won’t be easy but I will take this number 1 spot and wear it with pride. Thank you, i love you all” You spill out happily, you turn and grab onto Katsuki, hugging him and congratulating him on Number 2. You’d both climbed so high and so quickly since you’re UA days, it’s made you happy that you’ve come so far with the person you love most.
Bakugou however, didn’t look happy. It was extremely rare to see a smile on his face, but at the very least you’d expected his bored face. But now, he looked angry. He looked like he was ready to level the city withy he scowl pressed on his face.
“babe, what’s wrong? you good?” You grab his large bicep, getting him to look at you. His bright red eyes snap to yours and you feel locked in with how much animosity they hold.
“I’m ready to go home” He spits out before turning and walking back to the car you’d both arrived in.
You took a few more pictures with fans before following your grumpy boyfriend. As soon as you sat in the car, you could feel the tension thick in the air.
“Ok seriously babe, what the hell is wrong? We got the top spots, that’s amazing!” You turn towards him as the driver head back to your place.
“It’s nothing” He managed to say through his teeth with his are locked together with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.
“It’s something, you’re getting ready to blow this car up”
“I said it’s nothing, Angel” He speaks, the name oozing in malice and anger. Suddenly it clicked.
“You’re jealous that I got the number one spot while you got number two. jesus christ katsuki, could you be any more pessimistic. Why can’t you just be happy for me that i’ve reached a goal i’ve been trying to get my whole life? Number two is in no way shape or form bad.” You huff and fall back against the seat, you watch Bakugou clench and unclench his fists while staring out the window.
“I have to be number one and be better than All Might” He growls quietly, you knew it was a somewhat sensitive subject, but you couldn’t believe your ears.
“All might? Katsuki, you’re 23 years old, you can’t truly expect to be better than All Might right now? All might wasn’t even this good at this age yet, you’re way ahead of schedule. You can’t be happy for me because you wanna be better at 22 years old than All Might was in his prime? You’re delusional katsuki.”
“I HAVE TO BE NUMBER ONE”
“THATS FINE BUT WHY CANT YOU BE HAPPY THAT TOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NUMBER ONE?”
“BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME”
“so you think I don’t deserve this katsuki? You think what? I haven’t worked hard enough? I’m nor strong enough? I’m not good enough? WHAT IS IT KATSUKI? Why don’t I deserve to be number one? Why do you think your were unfairly judged?”
You both stared at each other in silence for a while, anger boiling into the atmosphere. You understood the only thing that drove bakugou in highschool was his need to be number one. You were both adults now, and you were in love with each other. You’d hoped that you’d made a big enough impact on bakugou that your life and love together would be enough of a motivator to be great, the way it was with you.
You felt that car pull into your large home, and immediately jumped out, racing up to your shared bedroom. You got out of your hero costume and into leggings and a tank top. You took off all your makeup and picked the confetti out of your wings. You looked up as Bakugou walked in the room.
“Im not sorry that I’m not settling for number two, I never will and you know it, but i am sorry for yelling at you and the way I acted.” Katsuki grumbled while looking at the floor. Usually, his awkward and hesitant apologies warmed your heart and made you gush at how cute your angry boyfriend was, but now you find yourself staying angry.
“That’s not an apology katsuki. You refuse to be happy for me, even though you promised you would be. You refuse to even acknowledge how much work I put into this to be number one. I am THE youngest Hero to hit number one and you can’t even say good job babe. Instead you get angry and jealous and mean because it wasn’t you. Never mind the fact that you jumped from 10 to 2 which is THE biggest jump anyone’s seen in years bakugou. You won’t even let yourself be happy at what you’ve done, because you’re too busy being jealous” You poke his chest, finally standing in front of him.
“It’s not a bad thing to want to be the best” He crosses his arms, getting defensive.
“Of course not babe, I want you to be the best too. So why don’t you want me to be the best?”
“It’s not that, it’s-“
“It’s what Katsuki?”
“I made a promise to myself-”
“YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME KATSUKI. You gave me this fucking promise ring and told me that you you’re gonna support me no matter what. That we were gonna work hard to get to where we need to go and we were gonna do it together. You promised me you’d be by my side. That’s the difference between us babe. You need to be number one for yourself, I need to be number one for us. You’ve forgotten that” You wipe your tears and move around the tall man in your way. It hurt that Katsuki couldn’t see this was bigger than his highschool days. This was your life together. You hadn’t spoken to All Might or even Midoriya in years, so why was it so hard for him to accept you as a permanent part of his life.
“Baby, i’m sorry I just. I get one track minded and I was so hopeful that this was finally the day. I needed so bad to be number one-“
“THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT BEING NUMBER ONE KATSUKI, THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE TREATING ME LIKE A SIDE CHARACTER. I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! For fucks sake katsuki, we live, work, sleep, eat do and do everything together, so the fact that I’m not even one of the reasons you go out and do what you do hurts because this” You pause and gestured to everything around you. “This is the reason I wake up every morning, you are the reason I fight crime and your reason is, a childhood rivalry. You’re am adult now, you’re supposed to be friends with midoriya and all might and you’re supposed to be over this whole thing. This isn’t supposed to be the thing that drives you. I’m not saying I have to be too of the list but it would be nice to be on the list” You sigh and look at your boyfriend. You knew this wasn’t healthy to yell at each other like this, but you needed him to understand where you’re coming from.
“Baby, Of course you’re my reason for waking up and being a hero, I would do anything to protect you, it’s just I always pictured me at Number 1 with my agency and you and a family. I have a need, a primal urge to be number one and that’s never going to change. Doesn’t mean i don’t love your dumbass”
“Well I’m number one Katsuki, and I earned the hell out of it. I worked my ass off day and night for weeks and months and years so that I could have this. And to see you pout and complain and look me in my face and tell me you don’t think I deserve this spot hurts more than some cute little apology where you call me dumbass lovingly. So i’ll ask you again, why don’t you think I deserve this spot? What makes you better?” You squinted your eyes at the tall man and clench your jaw.
“Im physically stronger-“ You interrupt your boyfriend by grabbing his arm and kicking his legs out from under him, using your wings to flip him over in his back, pinning him down.
“You’re so close minded katsuki, that you don’t even know what i’ve. been doing for the past 8 months. I an the number one hero you think i didn’t train to be stronger than everyone around me?” You ask, hurt laced in your voice.
“Fine, you deserve this spot. You’re the best.”
“You dont meant that, I’m gonna make you fucking mean it Katsuki. One day you’re gonna see me and i’m gonna be the best and you’re gonna be in awe of my power and then you’ll finally see that i deserve this.” You push off of him and stand up your wings tucking close to your body.
“Just-give me a week babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you and I’ll show you I am happy for you, it’s just difficult being let down like this. I’m a sore loser and you know it.” Bakugou grabs your shoulder and pulls you close to his chest.
“You haven’t even said you’re proud of me yet. or that you love me. or even good job katsuki. You don’t believe i’m your heart that i deserve this do you?” You look at him, heart in your throat.
“I believe I should be number one. Every time.” Katsuki mutters in your hair like it was a compliment. You push him back, rage filling your body.
“You’re fucked up katsuki. I’m fucking leaving” You spit, throwing on a jacket and shoes, heading towards your front door.
“Where the hell are you going?!” Bakugou snarls as you move past him.
“Katsuki, I love you with every fiber of my soul, but right now looking at your face makes me wanna throw you across town and beat the shit out of you. I’ll be back tomorrow maybe” You mumble the last part, not really sure how long you wanna be away from your hot headed boyfriend.
“you can’t just fucking leave y/n, how do you expect to be number one of you can’t even stay and win a fight against your boyfriend.” Katsuki let’s out a dry laugh, causing you to turn away from your front door.
You lunge at Katsuki, ready to punch him until he understands you’re the number one hero. You two roll around fighting and spewing things typically reserved for villains. Bakugou pins you down on the floor, his knee on your chest and his hands holding both your wrists beside your head. You close your eyes and focus all your energy into your chest, a faint ball of white light glows from your heart. Ktsuki looks at it with realization before the energy is expelled from you and your boyfriend is sent flying across the living room.
“You did not just use Power Surge on me.” He growls. wiping the sweat from his brow.
“I did, and i’m fucking leaving and your not gonna say shit or so help me god katsuki, i will shoot a beam of light so bright and hot that you wake up blind, burnt and fucking single.” You use your wings to send you flying straight to your front door, you look back at your confused boyfriend once more before taking to the sky.
Bakugou began the cleaning process, shocked and confused. Why didn’t you understand he wants to be happy for you, he truly does, but his pride won’t let him get away with not winning. He decided to let you fly off to calm down for the night, opting to call and talk to Kirishima. The two friends ended up talking for a bit longer than expected, bakugou trying to get kiri on his side, not his girlfriends. It didn’t work however, Kirishima understood that bakugou would let his emotions cloud his mind, even when it came to you. By the end of the conversation, bakugou was almost has heated as he was while fighting you. He concluded the best option was to head to his agency and train for the night.
He arrived and decided to do some things around the office before heading to the training and workout wing of his large building. While going thru last minute files, there’s a knock on his door.
“Ground Zero, i wasn’t expecting you to be here so late.” A stranger smiles in Bakugou face as he opens his office door, his secretary smiling sheepishly.
“Who the hell are you?” He cocks his head and tries to figure it out before he’s told, one of those weird habits he’s picked up being a hero.
“My apologies. I’m Niko Takeyama, I work for the Hero Commission. How would you like to be the number one hero by this time next month.”
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Thanks, Brucie-Bruce Wayne x Reader
Word Count: 1840
Summary: You reminisce on your childhood with your best friend
Warnings: some violence, none really described in detail except reader getting punched in the face (as an alternative to getting teeth pulled), do teeth need their own warning bc they might, probably swearing but idk, kinda sad but don’t worry it’s fluffy, Bruce is a lil bitch but isn’t that kinda par for the course?
A/N: Once again this is just an old oneshot I have that I like a weird amount for no reason. You can read it as platonic or romantic it’s up to you idk but I’m lowkey thinking of making it into a series as platonic best friends so idk. I mean you’re reading it if you want it to be romantic that’s fine lmao I don’t care
Growing up one of Gotham’s elite may be a charmed life, but that didn’t mean that it was without its faults. You had spent your time being ignored by your parents, and your best friend, Bruce Wayne, became an orphan during a back alley robbery when the two of you were kids.
Or at least, former best friend.
In truth, you hadn’t seen Bruce in a while.
Well, you saw him constantly on the news and in the papers and just existing in Gotham in general, but you never got to see him face to face anymore.
Not for lack of trying, either. You sat down one night, the fifth time that Bruce had blown you off to meet for dinner in the past month, and pulled out your old photo album.
There was your fifth birthday party, a year or two after you had met Bruce in mega rich kid preschool, and there the two of you were, sharing a chair and staring at your huge birthday cake.
And the next picture, your favorite, the two of you covered in said birthday cake.
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“Brucie,” You had cried, whispering to him frantically, “Brucie, I got frosting on my dress!”
You were wearing a frilly pink dress that your mother had forced upon you, and in a moment of excitement you had leaned forward a little too far, and now the pale buttercream frosting covered your bodice.
“Uh oh,” Bruce breathed out slowly, adjusting his tie, pink to match your dress, and looking down at his own tiny three piece suit.
You were panicking, breathing heavily, “My mom is gonna be so mad!”
With a quick tug to your pigtails, Bruce shook his head, “I got this, Y/N.”
He reached forward and scooped a large chunk of the cake out, turning to you and smashing it against your chest quickly.
“Ah!” You jumped backwards, “Bruce!”
“Come on, hit me back,” Bruce hissed, grabbing another handful of cake and smushing it into your face.
As his plan dawned on you, you nodded, getting your own chunk of cake and throwing it at him, laughing delightedly as it landed in his hair.
“Bruce!” Mrs. Wayne scolded, running forward and crouching next to her son, who was currently trying to wrestle you, “You’re such a mess. Ms. Y/L/N, I’m so sorry for my son’s behavior!”
Your mother merely shook her head, smiling pleasantly, “Oh please, don’t worry about it, Martha. Those two are always getting into trouble.”
Victory!
You leaned over to your best friend with a wide grin, wrapping him in a tight hug, “Thanks, Brucie!”
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Flipping a few pages, you chuckled at what you saw.
Your face and Bruce’s fist matching in bloodiness, and a huge gap where your teeth were missing.
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You were twelve years old, and you had five loose teeth. Your last five baby teeth. All in a row next to each other.
And, like most twelve year olds, you had a healthy fear of the dentist.
“They want me to go to the dentist tomorrow to get the teeth pulled!” You complained to Bruce, the two of you laying in his living room under the guise of studying.
He shrugged, “You just have to get them out before the dentist, right? Just keep wiggling.”
“I’ve been wiggling!” You sat up, shaking your head, “It’s not working. I need a new approach. Maybe Alfred can make something sticky for me to eat and the teeth will get stuck in it. Like that toffee your-”
You froze, not looking at Bruce anymore.
His hand touched yours gently, and you turned to see a small, sad smile on his face, “Like the toffee my father used to make at Christmas? That would be good. But Alfred’s working on something, I think.”
Nodding, you hmm’d quietly to yourself for a moment, “I just don’t know what to do. I can’t let the dentist pull my teeth. I just can’t do it, Brucie.”
“Don’t call me Brucie,” He scowled, but you knew he didn’t really care.
You sat in comfortable silence for a while, pushing your teeth back and forth with your tongue as the two of you thought.
“I have an idea,” Bruce stood, extending his hand out to you, “But it’s a little unorthodox.”
If he hadn’t been offering to help you, you would’ve rolled your eyes at the way he spoke.
You rose next to him, nodding, “Anything! Anything that keeps me out of the dentist’s chair.”
He took a breath, deep, slow, thoughtful. His hand reached out towards your face, thumb stroking your lips, palm cupping your jaw and cheek.
What was he doing?
And then he reared his fist back, and punched you in the face.
It hurt, that was for certain, but it was well concentrated in one place, and you coughed as you choked on the teeth, spitting them into your hand.
“There’s only four,” You frowned, counting them quickly.
“Sorry about that, Y/N,” He held his fist back out, and you saw the fifth tooth embedded in his knuckle, “You can have it back.”
With a chuckle you plucked the tooth out and pulled him into a hug, “Thanks, Brucie!”
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Alfred had a field day with that one, you remembered, but it was still better than going to the dentist.
With a few more flicks of pages, you felt your heart catch in your throat.
Prom night.
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5:30.
Your date was supposed to come meet you at Wayne Manor at 5:30 so that you could go out with Bruce and his pretty blonde arm candy.
And now it was 6:45, and he still wasn’t there.
You’d been pacing the parlor of the Manor for two hours. Bruce and his date kept disappearing to make out in various rooms, and Alfred had stopped standing at the front door and had instead begun to busy himself in the kitchen.
And you were crying.
“Shit,” You hissed, wiping a tiny smear of eyeliner out from under your eye.
You weren’t going to cry over him. Especially not after you’d spent three hours on your makeup. You couldn’t do it.
“I don’t understand why we can’t just leave her,” You heard The Blonde complain to Bruce in the next room over, “She’s totally bringing down the mood.”
“Hey, back off,” Bruce sighed, “She’s my best friend. I’m not leaving her all alone on prom night. Maybe she can just come out with us.“
“I’m not spending my prom night with some loser who got stood up by her own date.”
You bit your lip, swallowing back a sob and then speaking loudly enough for them to know they were meant to hear you, “Hey, Bruce? I think I’m just gonna go, okay? Sorry for holding you guys up.”
“Wait,” Bruce opened the door to the closet he and his date were in, running a hand through his hair, “Y/N, don’t go.”
The Blonde gasped indignantly, and you shook your head, “No, seriously Bruce, don’t worry about it. I’m just-”
“Don’t leave, Y/N,” He said again, and the solidness of his words, the complete authority in how he said it, was enough to freeze you, “I’m taking you to prom. You can’t leave me.”
What?
“What?” The Blonde shrieked, stomping her heel on the ground, “You’re not taking her, you’re taking me!”
Bruce gave her a rather pleasant smile, “Actually, I’m not. I think you’re a stone cold bitch and if I look at you for any longer than fifteen more seconds, I think I’ll vomit. Now get out of my house,” And with that, waving a dismissive hand at her, he turned to you and grinned, “Now, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of being my date to prom?”
A burst of energy running through you, you sprang forward and wrapped him up in a hug, “Absolutely. Thanks, Brucie.”
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Closing your photo album, you sighed.
It felt like just yesterday in so many ways, and yet a million years ago.
What had happened between you two? What had you done to drive him away? Maybe a walk would clear your head.
You grabbed your keys and left, walking the streets of Gotham and thinking of your younger days.
There was a playground where you and Bruce would sometimes sneak off to play, halfway between both of your houses. It was where you had taught him how to throw a punch when you were six, where he had taught you how to cartwheel when you were eight, and where you two had shared your first kiss when you were ten.
You laughed at that memory too, wishing you had a picture in your album of that day, when the two of you had decided to be each other’s first kiss just so you’d know what you were getting yourselves into.
You’d sat on top of the monkey bars, staring into each other’s eyes as you came to your solemn decision, and leaned forward to give each other the briefest of pecks on the lips. And then you’d both fallen off the monkey bars, wiping your mouths and gagging dramatically.
Standing by those monkey bars, you ran your hands down the side with a smile.
And then you felt the cold barrel of a gun press into the back of your neck.
“Give me all your money, and get on your knees,” A dark voice growled.
Crap.
How could you let yourself be taken completely by surprise, in Gotham of all places?
Shaking, you tried to speak, your voice catching in your throat, “I… I don’t…”
“Hey!” A familiar voice sounded through the air, cutting you off, “Back off!”
You felt the rounded metal leave your skin and let out a sigh of relief.
Spinning on your heel, you watched as your attacker, a large man with a ski mask pulled over his face, so cliche, got the crap beaten out of him by…
“Batman?” You gasped.
Of course!
Batman wrapped an arm around you, scoffing at the thug on the ground, and shot a grappling hook into the air.
As you felt yourself fly your head spun, trying to wrap your mind around everything.
So this was why he kept standing you up. Why he always came up with some flimsy excuse. He couldn’t just tell you he was the Batman, and besides, the mystery of it all was surely an ego thing for him.
You landed outside your house a moment later, the dark suit encompassing Batman just intimidating enough for you to almost take a step back as he rumbled, “You should be more careful. Especially at night.”
But you couldn’t take his warning seriously.
Your best friend wasn’t avoiding you, he didn’t hate you, he just had a secret!
You were too ecstatic to pay his advice any mind.
And so you simply wrapped him in a hug, your arms erupting into goosebumps against the cold armor that he wore, “Thanks, Brucie.”
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nct dream and what games they would play on Roblox
I think I’m pretty certified to say this bc I have been playing Roblox with my lovely friend every morning for almost a week or 2 straight so... yeah. also, someone has probably done this before and I just wanted to say that this is my own original ideas and thoughts about what games they would play in Roblox :) anyways, let’s get into it losers.
[also, big thanks to my amazing wonderful good friend ren aka @dreamzenct for making this adorable header for me!! love u lots also u guys need to check out her blog she is... amazing at writing <3 mwah :D]
mark lee ↬ story game and/or silent assassin
yes, I can see mark playing some dumb ass story game like cruise, vacation, break in, etc.
him and jaem would just spend hours mocking how silly the story games can be sometimes, and even though they criticize the games sometimes, they can’t help but to feel drawn to how silly they were LMAO
would get upset when he would die from something ridiculous in the game... also calling it now that mark is also terrible at parkour. idk I just... feel like he would mess up the momentum of jumping onto stuff or would cut the jump short.
jaemin would literally just laugh at how bad mark is. “mark... I hate to say it, but you utterly SUCK at video games. you’re even worse when you play fps games.”
“yah jaemin... u don’t want me to buy you dinner tonight?”
yeah that gets jaemin to shut up right away LMAOO.
going onto why he would play silent assassin... yeah hyuck would force him to play this wbk this would happen eventually.
would be a not so great assassin at first, but I feel like after a few hours of playing, he would get the hang of it. however, whenever he would be the target he would be killed RIGHT AWAY by whoever the assassin is... in conclusion: mark has no idea what he’s doing most of the time while playing that game SAHDJSADJASHJ
hyuck would troll him so hard about it, too, saying stuff like: “omg learn the controls next time!!” “man, you absolutely suck at getting the briefcases like??? THEY’RE MARKED FOR U DUMBO! HAHA, GET IT? UR NAME IS MARK AND I JUST SAID MARKED- okay I’ll stop now.”
yeah mark would def just end up banning hyuck after he trolls him 500 times and goes back to playing cute but silly story games with jaem.
huang renjun ↬ murder mystery
yes I am still on my renjun detective agenda bullshit!!!!
but honestly I can see renjun rocking everyone’s shit when he’s the guard and absolutely OBLITERATES the murderer.
would probably get angry when he yells at everyone else that the murder is in a room somewhere and no one ends up listening to him.
“GUYS HE’S IN THE GUARD OFFICE!!!” also yes he types in all caps at all times this is renjun we’re talking about here.
then he would end up getting killed by the murderer and would spectate everyone and just yells in chat about how stupid everyone was being.
“GUYS I SAID HE’S IN THE GUARD OFFICE!!! TF ARE U GUYS STUPID???”
also he would be a part of the troll trio containing him, hyuck, and lele. these 3 would be UNSTOPPABLE trolls on roblox and just any games they played on roblox in general.
he would get frustrated when hyuck would just run around him in murder mystery and end up distracting him as he tries to figure out where the murderer is. chenle would just shoot blindly and would end up running off somewhere alone to get killed by the murderer himself.
and yes, he would get on the other players for being terrible murderers and not having any technique for killing ppl on the game. “you guys suck!! do you guys even have a certain technique/strategy on how to kill ppl without getting caught on this game?!”
chenle and hyuck would just laugh their asses off on how serious renjun was about this game like... chill man it’s not that deep LMAO.
I can even see the younger members just pissing him off and teasing him so that eventually renjun just rage quits AHJDDHJAS. chenle would end up just screaming in renjun’s ear and renjun would slam his fist down on the desk in front of him and would just LEAP at chenle irl.
the other members wouldn’t be concerned when they hear a crash come from renjun’s room. they were used to hearing stuff like that from renjun’s room as he’ll occasionally want to just wrestle someone (mainly hyuck or chenle).
but yes, wbk that renjun would EXCEL at murder mystery and just mystery games in general in roblox.
lee jeno ↬ adventure games and/or flee the facility
I feel like jeno would love adventure games so much like??? idk he just seems to be into that type of stuff.
I don’t see him as a rage quitter tbh? like I feel like he’d be so chill with everything going on that he wouldn’t get as angry as renjun does while gaming LMAO
he would just listen to some chill lofi music and just finish quests left and right in his own little world. I can see hyuck just being a little meanie head and creeping up on jeno without him knowing, and yes, jeno would almost spill all of his water onto his laptop when donghyuck does so.
however.... I can TOTALLY see him playing flee the facility with the rest of the dreamies. I feel like he’d especially play it with jaemin bc the 2 of them would be RELENTLESS when they become the beast omg LMAOO
jeno would be all giggly just having a good time and then BOOM jaemin destroys him with his hammer and just drags jeno to one of his freezing capsules LMAOO
jaemin would just be like “jeno~? where are you~?” all creepy like and jeno would just be in a room somewhere using his AMAZING hacking skills to escape (yeah no he messes up at hacking a lot... SAHJDSADJ)
meanwhile, jeno as the beast would act all scary but it wouldn’t intimidate jaemin at all LMAO jaem would be like “HAHA COME AND GET ME LOSER!! OH WAIT, U CANT BC U CAN’T CRAWL UNDER STUFF HAHAAHA- oh shit wait he got me HELP!!”
even though jaem tries to act all tough, he ends up getting killed by the beast, aka jeno, every time jeno is the beast. yes, jeno is just too good at being the beast for his own good.
jaemin would do good, too, but I can see him being better at hacking than jeno. omg just imagine jaemin hacking something and he’s almost done and then SUDDENLY he’s boped on the head by jeno’s hammer and it scares him so badly.
however, I feel like jeno would rope jaemin into playing more adventure games with him and jaemin would def just complain the whole time about how long it takes to walk to get the items for quests. wbk jaem is a huge complainer, I mean, have you heard how much he complains about jisung not wanting to accept his love? LMAO
jeno would just be vibing, though, not even paying attention to jaemin’s complaining and just working on his quests in his time. we love a chill king.
lee donghyuck ↬ silent assassin
again... do I even have to explain my reasoning behind this?
hyuck literally plays Overwatch 24/7 until it’s almost 2 or 3 am at night... so why wouldn’t he do the same but with silent assassin on roblox instead??
I can see him just getting upset when he only gets 4th place in the free for all game mode. he’d be like “dammit not again!! ugh this guy just stole all my kills what the heck!?!”
obviously he would get better at the game bc he would play the shit out of it. he would probably play it 24/7 like he does with Overwatch and would hit level 40 in a few days.
I can see it now, his desk littered with empty redbull bottles as he tells himself he’ll only play one more round of silent assasin... yeah no that was a lie he ends up playing until he’s ready to pass out in his bed.
and ofc johnny would be like “bro wtf why are u so addicted to this game?? get some rest man.”
“no.... I need to... upgrade my weapons more.... I need... MONEY!”
I can also see him forcing mark to play this game with him but lemme tell you something... mark would absolutely suck at this game. I mean, ofc he would get better as time passed but he wouldn’t be as good as hyuck.
when he first was assigned assassin I can just hear him being like “omg how do I move?!?! WHAT SOMEONE JUST KILLED ME!!’
hyuck would just sigh and type in the chat “you suck man learn the controls next time 🙄”
“stfu troll u can’t say anything until u learn the controls for pubg” mark would say back and would accidentally get banned or something for his swearing SAHDASHDJA.
I feel like hyuck would get banned too bc I can DEF see him as a troll alongside chenle. would probably scream dramatically when someone would kill him on the game too and would be an AMAZING assassin.
he would def ambush mark any second he got to as he was the assassin and would probably get the most kills in every game mode. mark would end up rage quitting and then hyuck would say something about mark being such a pansy. (and yes, that’s how hyuck gets banned LMAO mark bans his trolling ass)
na jaemin ↬ where’s the baby and/or daycare
okay so I can def see jaemin forcing jisung to play where’s the baby with him just bc he considers jisung his child... yes jaem loves jisung so much that he’s convinced that he birthed him HJSADHADJ
jisung would always want to be the adult bc he REFUSES to be the baby (mainly bc jaem wants him to be the baby on the game every time)
jaemin would be like “omg lemme take care of u jisung!! omg NO DON’T CHOP OFF MY ARM WTF SUNGIE!?”
jisung would be ruthless while playing with jaemin... he would just want to kill jaemin all the time and jaemin would be frowning about it the entire time.
“you know what, sungie? I’ll let you kill me on this game bc of how much I love you 😚“
“ew no nvm I’m leaving 🤮”
however, I feel like jaemin would be good at the hide and seek mode for where’s the baby. he’d find jisung within SECONDS. I can just imagine jisung hiding in the bush or something and jaemin would just immediately KNOW that jisung would be in the bush like... idk maybe it’s his seventh sense (😏)
also, his sixth sense is that he knows when jisung is hungry, sad, angry, annoyed, all of the above man. yes, he can just sense those things and honestly none of the other members in nct dream understand HOW he can do that. (renjun is convinced that jaem is from a completely different planet and is only here to baby jisung... I mean, he’s not wrong though??? LMAO)
for the reason why he plays daycare... yeah maybe it’s just an excuse to scare jisung with that creepy demon character LMAO. he knows how much of a scaredy cat jisung is, and just loves hearing jisung scream when the demon always spawns near him SHJDASJDH
jaemin knows all the ins and outs of daycare and just abt story games in general... and yes, jisung def eats the poisonous apple and ends up dying right after they escape the daycare SADJASHDJH
I can see jaemin and mark playing story games in their free time, and when one of the younger members join them, they just know it’s gonna be fun when they have no idea what’s going on :D (and when they eat something poisonous)
zhong chenle ↬ tycoon and/or a horror game
so wbk that this nerd would play a tycoon to make even more money than he has right now.
to be specific, he would probably be the richest person on the server and just taunt people with how much money he has.
“oh you guys want this??? a million dollars??? well.... okay I’ll give it to you... SIKE BITCH U THOUGHT!”
he would be the biggest troll ever I’m calling it now.
he would probably end up getting banned for laughing at another user crying about not having enough money on the tycoon game.
“awhhhh you don’t have as much money as me??? haha oh well not my problem 😎😎“ (yes chenle is an avid user of this emoji)
he would have to end up making a new roblox account bc of how he was banned and the guy who he made fun of would end up just chuckling behind his screen about it. (chenle wouldn’t care though LMAO he would still come back and rock that kid’s shit and be the richest person on the server)
I can also see him playing some scary game and roping jisung into it just to scare him shitless.
“OMG JISUNG WATCH OUT THERE’S A DEMON BEHIND U!!! HAHA MADE U LOOK!!!”
cue jisung flinching like a madman to just realize no one was behind him. “lele ur such an ass!!”
however, chenle would also just scream when anything remotely scary happens just to scare jisung even more. jisung would end up rage quiting at this and saying that he’s gonna go to bed instead.
and yes chenle would wake jisung up at 3 am just to scare him with an image from the horror game they played on roblox earlier. you remember how they scared him by setting a cockroach as his home & lock screen on his iPad that one time? yeah just imagine that but with a demon face from a horror game SHDASJDJ.
park jisung ↬ bee swarm simulator
do I even have to explain this???
he would end up getting addicted to the game after chenle had shown it to him one day.
“OMG CHENLE LOOK AT THIS LEGENDARY BEE I JUST GOT OMG OMG!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE KING BEETLE JUST KILLED ME THIS IS UNFAIRRRRRR!” chenle would just frantically scream into jisung’s ears and jisung swore that one day he would become deaf bc of his best friend.
chenle would show jisung all the tips and tricks on how to be better at the game and next thing u know jisung plays the game almost every day. he also freaks out when his bees get sad bc of the field they’re in and immediately goes back to his hive to feed them and make them feel better.
also jisung’s favorite bee would def be the demon bee.... no I will not elaborate on this.
jisung would treat his bees like his own children, making sure they’re all fed and happy. he would scream whenever he would get a royal jelly and would be obsessed with just hatching random bees all the time.
would def do the most just to upgrade all of his items but he’d do that just so he can fly everywhere and move faster. yes he would want to use his glider everywhere even when he doesn’t need to use it he uses it.
would probably end up getting stuck somewhere on the map and chenle would have to help him LMAOO
he would def complain about how much pollen he would have to collect and then would get distracted by how cute his bees are 5 minutes later. probably ends up playing the game for 4 hours straight without noticing until chenle yells at him to get off so the two of them could eat lunch together. (and dw, ofc he eats well after playing for so long he’s a growing boy <3)
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Diana
Diana smiled indulgently resting a hand on Donna’s shoulder.
“Hello Donna, it is wonderful to see you again, I have some exciting news.”
Donna
She fidgeted awkwardly trying to act like she hadn't been eavesdropping.
Diana
“You are finally going to see the Man’s World. Go pack your bags, we will leave once you say your goodbyes. We can discuss the rules of your mission in my plane.”
Her excitement was only shown by the joyful flash in her eyes.
Donna attempted to keep her face in a soft smile with her eyes telling her emotions
much like her older sister does, as she made her way towards her home.
Scene 6
Bruce sat at the kitchen counter a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, while his face rested heavily in the other.
Alfred
Alfred curved around Bruce to top off his drink and use a rag to clean up a puddle of coffee Bruce had spilled while complaining about League business.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just let the boy have friends, master Bruce.”
Bruce
Bruce looked up exasperated from where his face was resting.
“Because Dick is more skilled and intelligent than all of those other ‘heroes’. I don’t want him to be influenced by those immature, idiotic, side kicks. Who knows what one of those older kids could encourage him to do!? He’s much safer at home.”
He said moving his hand sharply to the left spilling coffee all over the counter.
Alfred sighed deeply moving to clean up the coffee, sending Bruce a disapproving stare while he sheepishly averted his gaze. Dick was upstairs in his beautiful, pink-marbled bathroom leaning over the counter worriedly applying concealer to purple bruises on his neck as Tate Agile played in the background, he stopped for a moment to read to a text from ‘science lab partner’.
Dick
“Come on dude, it's not that big of a deal Bs never gonna know”
Dick sighed becoming even more concerned, he glanced in the mirror frowning at his reflection before replying.
“Idk Babs, I’d be in a ton of trouble if B found out”
He stared at his phone for a couple of seconds then added,
“Especially since you’re like a little too old for me”
Dick’s hand squeezed around his phone as he shut his eyes, he counted to ten silently before exhaling. Pretending he wasn’t waiting for her response he went back to covering up the bruises on his neck, despite his eyes flicking back over to the black screen every couple of seconds.
Yet when the phone finally pinged he hesitated, it wasn't until the second text arrived that he actually answered.
“No, our age difference really isn’t that big, if you think about it people get married with like a 10 year diff.”
“Are you gonna come out w me tonight?”
Dick sighed softly, his cheeks lighting up pink.
“Yeah I got some free time around 12-2am. But we’re just gonna hang out ok, just like a little bit of kissing. No making out or hickies or anything.”
His phone pinged again.
“Haha yeah sure that's what you said last time.”
“What's up w your schedule man? 12-2am is so random.”
“You might not need sleep but I do, next time we should just meet up during like second period or something.”
Dick’s frown deepened.
“I’m not skipping school. I think you’re a bad influence on me:(“
“You know we don’t have to do anything when we meet up we could just cuddle or something.”
He paused before deleting the last message.
“Ha, maybe I like making you into a bad boy”
“See you tonight, maybe I’ll make you break into the school to find the best secret makeout place!”
Dick set his phone face down, scratching at his arm he went back to covering up those bruises.
Scene 7
Wally was in his tiny little bathroom that looks like it was designed in the 1950’s. He was leaning over the tiled blue and turquoise countertop messing with his forever windswept hair. There was a loud banging at the door as Wally dragged a brush through the birdsnest on top of his head.
Wally
There was a brief pause before Wally once again dragged the brush through his messy hair. The banging returned causing Wally to jerk smacking his hand against the counter, he turned and opened the door staring annoyed at his uncle.
“What?”
Barry
Barry stared back a pleased smirk on his face leaning against the door frame.
“Come on kiddo, we’re gonna be late.”
He reached out and plucked the brush from Wally’s hand as he spoke.
Wally
Wally did a full body groan leaning back, he shot one last mournful look at himself in the mirror before he moved towards the door, his uncle disappearing into his room. Wally sighed rummaging through his room for his suit. “What's the point of having super speed if you’re gonna be late to everything?”
Barry
Barry zipped over to his nephew ruffling his hair, effectively ruining any improvement Wally had managed.
“I ask myself the same question everyday when I show up late for work.”
Flying down the streets of central the two speedsters made haste, two flashes of red and yellow sped down the streets and around buildings. Stopping quickly at a hotdog vendor, handing the man a red credit card decorated with tiny lightning bolts, the city's way of thanking the heroes. Before getting back on the road.
Flash
“So kiddo, are ya nervous?”
Flash called stuffing a whole hot dog in his mouth.
Kidflash
Kidflash made a contemplative noise, looking down at his feet.
“Well yeah, I’m not exactly good at making friends,... or being cool.”
Both speedsters came to a halt, Kidflash resumed looking down self-deprecatingly, shoving the last 12 hotdogs into his mouth. Flash slipped behind him resting a hand on his shoulder.
Flash
“Don’t worry kiddo, just be yourself they’re gonna love you!”
He punctuated his statement by ruffling his nephew’s hair one last time. The two then proceeded, one at a time to enter the transporter.
Scene 8
Kidflash stepped into the JL headquarters quickly moving to catch up with his uncle as he sped towards the monitor room.
Flash
“Welcome to the Justice League break room!”
Flash called happily swinging his arms open to fully display the room. He leaned in close,
“It used to just be the monitor room but we all started to hang around here, mostly because Wonder Woman and Supes like to annoy Bats.”
He said with a nod.
Wonder Girl sat alone on the edge of one of the ugly green couches, sipping on a mug of herbal tea periodically.
Flash
Flash bumped his shoulder against Kidflash’s, whispering an encouraging,
“You got this kiddo!”
The Flash then departed, walking over towards Batman and Wonder Woman chatting by the supercomputer both holding steaming cups of coffee.
Kidflash
Taking a deep breath and gathering all his courage Kidflash confidently strided over to where Wonder Girl was perched. Looming over her he plastered on his best ‘Wall-man’ smirk. Wonder Girl cocked a single eyebrow as a supercilious look settled on her lips.
“Hey gorgeous, I hope you brought your library card because you can totally check me out!”
He flinched expecting to be hit or splashed by her tea.
Wonder Girl
“Wow, I’m already regretting this,”
Wonder Girl huffed glaring at Kidflash
“Maybe I should’ve stayed home,”
She mumbled quietly to herself.
Speedy
Speedy came up behind Kf’s right purposely smacking their shoulders together before plopping down on the couch causing Wonder Girl’s tea to slosh spilling over the rim and roll down the side of her thigh.
“Ew, dude have you ever actually gotten a girl with that line?”
He asked his arms resting on the top of the couch. He then raised his hand in a halting motion.
“Nevermind don't answer that, you have loner-loser written all over you.”
Kidflash
Kidflash lost his composure striking his arms out, before bringing his hand back around to point towards himself.
“Hey! I get tons of ladies!”
Speedy
“Yeah whatever dude,”
Speedy cut him off waving his hand still resting on the top of the couch, looking in the opposite direction of the scene before him.
Garth
Garth parted from his King’s side as they entered the break room with a nod, he walked towards the other heroes, his dark eyes calculating.
“Hello, I’m Garth.”
He said before sitting down on the couch next to Speedy.
Speedy
Speedy made a face.
“Great intro fishboy! But shouldn’t you have like a superhero name?”
Garth
“No, I don’t have a secret identity.”
Garth spoke, his tone relaying how idiotic he thought Speedy was.
Kidflash
“What about protecting your family man?”
Kidflash asked, lifting both his eyebrows, he was never able to just move one, leaning towards Garth.
Garth
Garth’s eyebrows pulled together as frustration took over.
“I don't wear a mask, villains will know who I am regardless.”
Speedy
“Wonder Girl doesn’t wear a mask,”
Speedy said leering at Garth.
“Maybe we should come up with a dumb superhero name for you, personally I like Fishboy!”
Kidflash laughed loudly, Wonder Woman groaned standing up and walking towards her sister.
She was stopped by the Flash calling them over in an energetic voice waving the rest of the sidekicks towards them.
Green Arrow
Green arrow spoke first giving all of the teens a cursory glance before focusing completely on his own sidekick.
“Now listen up, this mission is very important to your future as legitimate heroes.”
Within his brief pause Black Canary sighed heavily at Green Arrow's natural talent for being a terrible parent. He moved one hand to his hip as he spoke lightly elbowing Aquman in the process.
“All ya gotta do is sit and watch your targets,”
Once again there was a lapse in his speech when he turned to check that Batman had brought up the images of the targets and the suspicious big black bags, as well as the address of their hideout. After seeing Batman had in fact project the correct information, Green Arrow nodded to himself before turning back toward the sidekicks. Jerking his thumb backwards, he continued.
“These are them.”
He took a moment to clear his throat at the odd phrasing.
Flash
Flash took that moment to take over patting his colleague’s shoulder as he stepped closer to the center of the group.
“We’ve been monitoring these guys’ set up for a couple weeks. We think that they’re smuggling something illegal in those big black bags-”
Speedy
“What do you mean “illegal” things?! Don't we get to know if there's gonna be guns or drugs or something, idiot-man!”
Speedy cut in sharply placing both hands on his hips and leaning forward, aggressively sneering in the Flash’s face.
Green arrow placed a hand on each side of Speedy’s chest pushing him back as Flash stood there shocked.
Flash
“So we’ll drop ya off at their hideout, be very careful sneaking into the building and while choosing stalking positions. If they begin to pack up and leave or the situation starts to turn violent, stay safe and contact us before attempting to fight. If they have guns, retreat to the transporter immediately.
Batman then swiveled around in his chair, sending a questioning glance at Wonder Woman from across the room, ignoring the conclusion of Superman’s story much to his disappointment.
Batman
“Why would you send these children out into the field if you don't trust them to fight without supervision?”
It was a statement rather than a question, challenging all of the other mentors.
Wonder Woman answered anyway with a judgemental look of her own, but Green Arrow was the one who spoke.
Green arrow
Green arrow took several long strides towards batman.
“Well we’re not just gonna leave our kids at the mercy of a bunch of gun wielding scumbags. I mean, Flash can’t even stand a chance against a handgun, do ya think any side kick could survive that?!”
Batman
Batman glared at him but spoke in a calm voice, only failing a little to keep the smugness out of his tone.
“Robin could.”
Aquaman
Green Arrow geared up to make another loud and spity remark but Aquaman spoke up for the first time since the debriefing began.
“If he is so proficient then why is he not here?”
He questioned with far more smugness in his tone.
Batman
“Because Robin is currently working on his own personal mission tonight.”
The statement was followed by Batman swinging his chair back around and continuing to type up a mission statement.
The group dispersed most of the sidekicks getting last minute pep talks, Kidflash who reached out to his uncle grabbing his elbow as he went to go carbo-load.
Flash
The flash turned to look at his nephew.
“What’s up kiddo?”
He asked, placing a hand on each of his shoulders looking at his face in concern.
Kidflash
Kidflash looked down taking a deep breath before locking eyes with his uncle.
“I-I don't know if I can do this uncle B.”
Flash
Flash answered with a sigh rubbing rough but soothing circles on his shoulders and nape.
“Alright listen kiddo, ya made a jerk out of yourself.”
kidflash‘s face whipped up to face his uncle.
“I know I flirt with all the ladies but I do so in a joking manner that means no harm or a promise for furthering the relationship...just apologize to Wonder Girl.”
Kidflash made a face at the ground scuffing his shoe against the shiny tile floor.
“Make some small talk when appropriate on the mission and you’ll have three new best friends in no time!”
Flash turned him around to face the other sidekicks and smacked him on the back pushing him forward.
Scene 9
A wide shot of the seedier area of Arizona, several of the lamp posts have been shattered and no longer work, streams of light shine across the wet road through boarded up windows of an old warehouse. The sidekicks crouched behind a stack of molding crates, listening intently as the goons played cards and chatted about their personal lives, peering at them periodically.
Roy
Roy groaned softly clunking his head against the rotten wood.
“This is so boring! They aren’t doing anything, I say we just jump ‘em now!”
Roy whispered looking expectantly at his teammates.
Garth
Garth glared annoyed, grabbing Speedy’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.
“We were given direct orders-”
Speedy
Speedy shoved his flat palm into Garth’s face creating space between them.
“Calm down Fishboy, I’d never go against our wise and fearless mentors’ orders,”
Speedy sneered, ripping his arm from Garth and rubbing his wrist.
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Please enjoy part 2 my commentary of Outer Banks (you can find part 1 here)! Disclaimer: I started this show because I wanted to see all the hype was; I won't lie, I thought it was dumb and cliche throughout most of it. However, since I've finished I can safely say that I NEED A SECOND SEASON BC HOLY FUCK BRO. Don't come at me for MY OPINIONS, & also, most of what I say is in the spur of the moment. If you wanna come talk to me about the show I will GLADLY DO SO.
Ep. 6
• I don't trust Ward, jot that down
• John B is gonna be blinded
• FUCK OFF WARD YOU'RE NOT SLICK
• I WANNA GO AAAAWWWWF
• But now John B is actually on the property so that might be beneficial?
• Lana said fuck the feds and I did too
• BARRY BETTER BEAT RAFE'S ASS
• It's what he deserves :)
• THE CURTAIN JUST MOVED AND KIE SAW IT
• FUCK YEAH KIE SLAP HIS ASS
• Did he just
• He just slapped her back
• MOSQUITOS MEAN WATER
• YUPPPP THERE WE GO POPE KNOWS
• This is deadass the goonies
• "You love the idea of me" YESSSSS SARAH
• YES WARD CHOKE HIS BITCHASS OUT
• "WHERE'S THE BEACH!?"
• It's actually not okay but okay
• Yes he DID say that
• Desgusten
• RAFE IS GONNA STEAL MONEY FROM HIS DAD AND JOHN B IS GONNA BE BLAMED
• AHAHAHAHAH CAUGHT EM
• I love Pope sm
• Adina is that bitch, man
• Barry's gonna get his ass beat by Ward
• I knew it
• THERE'S WARD'S SHORT FUSE
• RAFE YOUR DADDY IS A PSYCHO
• KARMA, BABY, KARMA
• They're gonna trap Sarah and Kie on the boat?
• That's a got damn STING
• Why are they holding the blunt like a cigarette?
• What a shitty fucking person you are, Sarah. That's fucked up.
• SHE CALLED THE COPS I'M CACKLING
• They're gonna get caught by the scary lady
• "Weed? I could go for some weed" same, JJ
• JJ and Pope being assholes about John B and Sarah is my aesthetic
• NO NO NO WHY HER EYES LOOK LIKE THAT
• She's blind, duh
• Gross gross gross
• He's gonna catch something
• Wait does Corona virus exist in the OBX universe?
• "Any dead bodies?" Does the jaw bone he found count?
• That's shit he's covered in shit THAT'S GOLD THAT'S FUCKING GOLD
• JANIE'S GOT A GUN
• This is so cute but I know it's gonna blow up in their faces
Ep. 7
• I hate Ward he's such a sneaky bastard
• He's gonna take him out to sea and MURDER HIM
• or at least, like, warn him
• HE'S SUCH A GOOD LIAR
• Our boy Barry, he's gonna stir some shit up
• I knew it, pretending to be a cop tho?
• John B is B'ing dumb again
• Maybe not
• JJ NOOO
• CRAIN ESTATE IS FOR SALE
• AND WARD IS GONNA BUY IT
• JJ just wants his dad's approval
• THAT'S FOR HIS RESTITUTION
• How did ik this was gonna happen
• I hate his dad
• ahhhhh I WANNA HUG HIIIIIM
• Sarah do be bailin
• She said FUCK VULNERABILITY and to that I say SAME
• Those candles are gonna cause a fire. Old church? The Outsiders vibes
• Did they not just say they were gonna wait? And then immediately fuck? Okay.
• He spent his restitution money. He did exactly what he fought his dad about.
• He needs a hug so bad
• Thank you for hugging him Kie
• GUESS WHO'S CRYING
• ME IT'S ME
• Mr. Cameron, sir, you are operating a motor vehicle whilst drinking. You're providing a minor with alcohol. You should not be the Grand Knight of Rhododendron!!!
• Ward is an eavesdropping little shitfuck
• Blah blah blah all I'm hearing is a rich man trying to get the gold
• "Equitable split" sir you Didn't Find The Gold therefore You Do Not Get A Cut
• FINALLY JOHN B IS BEING SMART
• WARD JUST SNITCHED ON HIMSELF
• WARD KNOWS ABOUT THE DISAPPEARANCE
• Well, son, the sheriff already kinda knows
• What's he gonna do
• THE GAFFING HOOK
Ep. 8
• Ward is literally psycho so that's fun
• WHAT IS THIS SHOW
• HE STOPPED THE HOOK WITH HIS CAST I'M DEEEAAAD
• This turned into Parasite all of a sudden
• And this right here, folks, is called anxiety
• I love GTA
• Ward is actually psychotic
• "Ward you just got involved" just like his daughter did
• Fuck HE KILLED HIM FUCK YOU WARD
• AND HE DIDN'T CALL ANYONE WHAT A CUUUUNT I'M SO MAD
• BIG JOHN IS A LEGEND
• Ow my heart 🥺
• Ward is a big fat liar!!!!!!
• Oh my god JOHN B GONE CRAZY
• Sarah really switched up like that, huh? Shady bitch
• Where's DCS throughout all of this?
• He's doin a lil memorial I'M SAAAAD
• Pope deserves better!!!
• The gold is gone, just watch
• YUP I KNEW IT
• FUCK YOU WARD
• I feel so bad for Pope's dad bc he's had to work hard too, man
• Going to the Bahamas?????????
• Fuck Rafe
• BLAH BLAH BLAH NO ONE LIKES YOUUUU
• Pope whhhyyyy are you telling these PEOPLE ABOUT THE GOLD
• Oh shiiiit Susan knows about OTHER dirty cops
• I hope the plane crashes :)
• WARD IS A PIECE OF SHIIIIIIT
• SUE YEEEES
• John B's nod should not have been sexy
• RAFE YOU SONOFABITCH
• LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!!!!!!!
Ep. 9
• WARD. IS. A. PSYCHO.
• HOW IRONIC THAT RAFE'S TRUCK HAS A BLUE LIVES MATTER FLAG ON THE BACK WINDOW RHSJDJDBDNDH
• Pope is finally letting it out and I'M SO GLAD FOR HIM
• I shouldn't be laughing about Shoupe complaining about the regulator
• Ward really is a psycho
• FUCK THE POLICE
• All teenagers want is their parents' approval and that makes me saaaaaad
• Why do I wanna hug Rafe rn
• HE'S LIKE, NEVER GOTTEN A HUG IN HIS LIFE BEFORE???????
• OW MY HEART
• When the main character becomes a fugitive with a bounty 🥰
• Sarah isn't gonna do shiiiiit
• "What's gonna happen to Rafe?" Nothing. Because he's a rich white boy who can get away with anything bc of his daddy's money and power.
• They better not do a cliff hanger and make us wait til next season
• Rafe is delusional
• "He's a maniac" Pot, meet kettle
• Whose house is this?
• How are you gonna tell him to get out of your house and then chase him when he's trying to leave
• Pope high is amazing
• AW MY BABY
• He deserves the world and more
• NO PLEASE DON'T CRRRRYYYYY
• Topper is gonna let John B go, isn't he?
• He really locked his daughter in her room like Rapunzel
• "Hey Top, hey man, it's John B, hey" HE'S SUCH A LOSER LMAOOOO
• "My bad" My bad!?!??
• They're arguing over what word to use
• This is kinda gay ngl
• THIS FAKE CRYING EJDBEUSHEH SARAH
• Wheezie better not fuck this up bro or I s2g
• TOPPER DEF LET JOHN B OUT I WILL HOLLER
• I think Rafe is gonna get shot
• I hate this
• THE VEEEEENT
• I love rooting for a criminal
• SNITCHES GETS STITCHES, BITCHES
• Topper is gonna switch up on the Kooks and actually help out I bet
• RAFE NEEDS TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
• TOPPER IS WEARING THE HOODIE
• THAT'S HOW HE PROVED HIS LOVE FOR HERRR
Ep. 10
• Aw John B
• Pope said FUCK FEELINGS
• Tf is SBI
• State bureau of investigation, got it
• NO, WARD NEEDS TO BEAR RESPONSIBILITY BC IT IS. HIS. FAULT.
• "Idk how to fix it" kill yourself, easy
• Sell? You mean lie. Rich people logic amirite??
• RAFE HAS VOICES IN HIS HEAD HE'S GONE OFF THE DEEP END
• The officer better know the truth
• WARD IS A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR
• The SBI agent sees right through Ward
• I hate this bastard
• FUCK YEAH
• Rafe is TWEAKIN
• Barry to the rescue?
• "I done worse, I was in the army" LMAOOOO
• Nvm Barry is still trash
• TRASH STICKS WITH TRASH
• They're GONE occifer
• AND THE THUNDER ROOLLLLS
• My heart is hurting so bad rn
• Is he gonna give himself up rn?
• I hate when JJ cries
• AHHHHHHHH HIS EYES OPENED AND I GOT SCARED
• OW MY FUCKIN HEART
• Shoupe is a pussy ass bitch too
• Pause, smoke break
• Lessgo
• He's gonna wait for the keys to be close to the car
• CALLED IT
• That was *chef's kiss*
• This is not good
• YEEEEES POPE
• NOOOOOO POPE
• VENGEANCE
• Holy shit
• Okay I'm gonna say it
• This GOT GOOD
• NO MORE CLICHES
• Holy fuuuuck
• If we get a second season, I wanna see Rafe destroyed
• Woah okay
• JJ is third wheel
• This is crazy
• STOP WASTING TIME
• This is all funny bc these kids are 16 and they think they're in love
• I GASPED OMG
• What did this turn into
• There's a cliche!!!
• Holy fuckitnenehehe
• Fuck you Ward
• He's gonna do it
• Ewwww "I'd rather die than be without you"
• What in the ever living hell
• Fuck fuck fuck
• And JJ is left alone
• OH MY GOD IM CRYING
• Holy. Fucking. Shit.
#emily rambles#emily watches#outer banks#outer banks netflix#netflix outer banks#obx#outer banks spoilers#obx spoilers#netflix original#netflix orignal series#outer banks liveblog#obx liveblog#sorta
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So whenever I see superheroes I always freak out over small impractical costume things but I have never been angrier at show’s costumes than at bnha and this has been on my chest for several months now and it’s midnight and I’m half asleep so it’s the perfect time to write an essay about it on Tumblr.
Here are my ranking for the bnha costumes for all of 1-A:
I’m fully prepared to be slammed for this. (Also I’m supposed to be an artist so if I ever find some free time I’ll actually draw my babies some proper costumes.)
Midoriya’s is 9.5/10. It has an aesthetic, good color scheme and it compliments his quirk with iron soles and leg/arm enforcements. Has a nice belt, a mask for gas (hopefully) and facial protection. The only stupid thing is his bunny ears mask but it looks good when it’s down like a hood. My only correction would be to make his mask an actual hood.
Bakugo is 8/10 Kacchan also has an aesthetic. His mask is a little ridiculous but I’m fond of it. He also has practical shoes and stuff. HIS GAUNTLET IS SO STUPID. HAS THE MANGA ARTIST EVER WORN LARGE BRACELETS? DOES HE KNOW HOW ANNOYING THEY ARE? YOU CANT WRITE. OR SCRATCH YOUR HAND. OR REACH INTO TIGHT SPACES. I know they’re for storing sweat but sweat is a liquid and if people can invent Aizawa’s magic scarf they can invent smaller gauntlets. Jesus. But his winter costume makes them smaller I think (idk I don’t read the manga but I’ve seen fanart) so 8/10.
Uraraka is 5/10 Uraraka has a cool aesthetic. I enjoy the space theme and colors. A helmet is good since she’s flying around (though I don’t understand why it doesn’t cover her entire head? Protect the back of your head! Also her mouth- that should help against gas and things but I also know she vomits a lot so it’s probably better without one).
However, she’s sexualized too. Even outside of it being skin tight, she has a camel toe? Literally no one mentions it ever and it drives me crazyyyy. Look at her- why does she have that line there? Why? And why is her belt so bulky. How is she supposed to squeeze into tight spaces? AND ONCE AGAIN UNNECESSARY LARGE BRACELETS OH MY GOD. The manga explains her bulky heels and bracelets are to help with nausea but I refuse to believe they can’t invent smaller ones. And also boots without heels. Who is gonna run over debris on heels? 5/10
Iida is 7/10 He is too bulky. Why are they all so bulky. He looks like when he walks down the street he clanks as he walks. Way to be stealthy dude, smh.
Todoroki is fine I guess. Little boring but it’s passable. I wish it had more stuff for his quirk. Like maybe thermal fabric so he can cool down faster? Idk. 7.5/10
Tsuyu is a much bigger improvement over Uraraka. She’s got big ass bracelets again but they look like soft fabric so it’s probably easy to ignore. Her outfit has a wet suit aesthetic so that’s practical. Her goggles look a little bulky again but they are practical. WHY IS SHE IN HEELS. 8/10
Mineta looks like he has a diaper kink and it’s not even there to help his quirk. -10/10
Kirishima. Baby. Put on a shirt. Also what the fuck are those gears. Why are you wearing bulky shit that’s unrelated to your quirk? How are you gonna lie down comfortably when you have large ass rings on your shoulders. Why are you wearing a muzzle thing? How is that related to your quirk? If your gonna put something on your face wear something to protect your mouth from dust and gas. His bottom half is fine ig. I’ve got mixed feels on his cape/skirt thing but at least it’s an aesthetic. 6/10
Don’t get me started on Yaoyorozu. God Almighty. Even outside of the perversion, why does she have a whole ass bookshelf on her butt instead of an iPad for easy access? And not only is it AN ENTIRE BOOKSHELF, its HORIZONTAL. Why do you have a horizontal ass shelf when it can be vertical at the very least? She needs tech with Siri so she can ask what chemicals are in stuff into an earpiece. And also some pants. And a bra. -10/10
Idk what Tokoyami is doing. Being edgy I guess. 6/10 it’s fine.
Kaminari is fine I guess? He’s got the same problem as Tokoyami and Todoroki where it’s just an outfit and doesn’t actually help his quirk in any way. He could include metal bits on his gloves so punches have an extra shock to them. Or maybe a rubber helmet or something to protect his brain from his own shocks...would that work? I’m not a scientist. Maybe carry around extra shock-resistant fabric in a belt or something so he can protect bystanders before releasing a full attack. I REALLY like his added equipment for long-range attacks and I think he could go further with the idea- maybe add cords in the style of bows and arrows? Basically very boring but fine ig. 7.5/10 (solely adding the .5 for his new equipment)
Aoyama looks like he has the same bulky and loud problem as Iida but it’s toned down and I’m low key very amused by it so it’s fine. 9/10 for my flamboyant boy.
Jirou looks like she is going to the mall. She has no aesthetic and looks super boring. I like that her outfit actually helps her quirk with her speaker boots but she should carry around some weapons too. And wear a padded suit for hits. Actually they all should have padding. Goggles and mask would be helpful too. It’s fine I guess. Boring. 6.5/10
Okay, I’ve seen a lot of people complain that Ashido’s is really ugly. I’m actually amused by it so I don’t mind too much. The fur is ridiculous and the colors are loud but they are as loud as her personality so at least it has an aesthetic. I’m more bothered that it’s impractical. It doesn’t help with her quirk. She should have gauntlets similar to Kacchan’s so she can store acid (don’t make them bulky though, please). Padding too. Her shoes can have an extra retractable surface for gliding on acid. It would also probably be helpful to carry around a similar blanket to the hypothetical one Kaminari would have so she can shield civilians from her acid. It’s fine ig. At least she’s not sexualized. 7/10
Shoji looks like he has multiple nipples. At least it’s kinda practical tho. 6/10
Ojiro looks like he was on his way from karate class when a cat died on his shoulder. Once again he’s boring and doesn’t have anything interesting to compliment his quirk. He’s a good fighter so maybe he can also carry around a staff or nunchucks or something. He should pad his tail so the hits are extra hard. Boring but passable if he removes the stupid fur. It looks like it’ll tickle his cheek when he runs.7/10
I actually really like Sero’s. It fits his aesthetics and is practical. His helmet and shoulders could be a tad less bulky but whatever. It would be cool if he had like suction cups on his shoes or something to make it easier to stick to walls but I imagine that would be hard to walk in so it’s fine. 8.5/10
Tooru is naked. She has no costume. She’s 15- that’s so gross. Also she’s probably constantly cold and extremely vulnerable. I can’t imagine all the scraps she gets just from running around. And her sensitive parts are exposed to disease- she’s going to get a yeast infection. And not to be gross on main or whatever but what does she do when she’s on her period? ALSO, how can she feel comfortable running around without a bra? If Mirio can have a costume made of his hair so can Tooru. 0/10
Sato looks like a banana. Very boring with no aesthetic but at least he has pockets to carry sugar in so that’s practical. Some padding would be nice. 6/10 boring
Why the fuck is Koda in shorts. He’s gonna get scraps on his knees. What is that ugly ass symbol on his chest? At least he’s practical with his mask to hide when he’s talking to animals. Personally, I think it’s ugly but at least it’s useful 6/10
Woo I'm done. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk/ midnight essay. Winners: Deku, Kacchan, Sero, maybe Tsuyu. Maybe Aoyama. Absolute losers: Mineta, Momo, Tooru, Uraraka. Everyone else is varying levels of average
Also, I know I said I would only do 1-A but I have a special little place of hate in my heart for Aizawa’s costume so here’s my rant on him too:
JESUS CHRIST MAN CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR YOU DINGUS. I know you're trying to have a hoboTM aesthetic and you have stubble and blah blah blah- I get it. We got it. (I lowkey think you’re hot) you wanna have dramatic hair. Noted. But you're entire personality is about being practical and not wanting attention. That’s why you disliked All Might. Set an example for your kids PLEASE. Why are you even bothering with goggles to hide when you blink WHEN YOUR HAIR IS A BIGGER TELL. I PROMISE I’M MORE LIKELY TO NOTICE YOUR HAIR DROP THAN YOUR EYES BLINKING YOU DUMB DUMB IDIOT.
Either cut it, put it in a bun (best option imo) or get a hood.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#costume#redesign#ugly impractical clothing#rant#rant over
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medicine - reddie wedding
the gay wedding we deserved as a head canon ! also, I was listening to the song medicine by the 1975 and realized how much it radiates reddie energy, so here, enjoy this reddie hc :
- basically fuck all that clown bs that bitch ain’t SHIT
- both Eddie and Stanley are alive? It’s canon Stephen king idk what you’re talking about
- basically Richie and Eddie are happy bitches and love each other so much and we just can’t thank Beverly enough for encouraging both Richie and Eddie to confess their life long feelings for another and Stan for practically exposing them for loving one another
- it went a little like this : they were all at dinner and alcohol was in their veins
- and Eddie and Richie are bickering (per usual)
- Richie pulls some dumb your mom joke again that basically makes no sense and Stan has had : enough for the night so he just says
- “oh god shut the fuck up richie we all know that you’re gay”
- “-actually, that you two are gay. Especially for one another.” He adds sassily.
- Beverly just stares at Stanley angrily because she kind of told him after both Eddie and Richie privately came to her and told her that they both have feelings for each other but Stan’s always speculated it
- obviously I mean
- how couldn’t you
- so richie and eddie are just dead silent alongside the other losers
- and then Richie just says “I’d prefer the term ‘bisexual’ but kudos to you for OUTING me, dickhead”
- Stans just like : 🤷🏻♀️
- and Eddie is, for once in his life, just quiet about it
- they don’t talk about it and bill changes the subject as soon as possible to talk and discuss about a new ending he had planned for a new book he’s writing
- in fact, that book is just straight up about 7 kids fighting a killer clown in the sewers and shit
- Bill had planned for him to get the girl, but Ben doesn’t approve (nor does Beverly, to be honest)
- Stans kind of pissed about it too because he gay
- anywho so Eddie sleeps over at Richie’s after
- and Richie knew it was going to get awkward as fuck but Eddie couldn’t help himself on the drive to his place and just shot it out
- “you have feelings for me to?”
- “I mean, you’re annoying as hell, but it’s cute-wait, what do you mean by ‘too’?”
- and Eddie just places his hand on Richie’s
- kudos to Eddie for making the first step ily babe
- still doesn’t mean he’s a top you fuckers
- “I like you, a lot”
- yup so they fuckin at the end of the night
- it’s cute tho cause they gay
- they start to passionately date and although it seems to annoy the fuck out of Stanley he’s so goddamn happy for the two for finally making it happen
- he’s been legit rooting for them since ‘89
- hardcore and first reddie shipper
- so like not long after Richie actually manages to get his grandmothers ring or something
- Eddie has tiny hands™️
- and after three months he already proposes and it’s so inappropriately adorable
- like, he had planned this whole romantic gesture when they travelled to Paris to support Beverly at her fashion show, and Richie was going to do it completely cliché under the stars at the Eiffel Tower
- turns out, he accidentally does it at one of his stand up comedy shows
- btw, a bitch is : famous
- cowrites and acts in some snl sketches and oml Eddie couldn’t be more proud of him
- so at one of his stand up shows, he’s talking about Eddie, something he usually does
- Eddie couldn’t be there for that show but he definitely watched it on tv
- richies also in a completely different state and he returns 3 days after that show
- so Richie says some shit along the lines “so, my boyfriends a bitch. But it’s okay, because soon, I’ll make him my bitch”
- he’s kind of unaware that Eddie’s seeing all of this
- “that sounds wrong, which it is, I can assure you that. But it’s okay, I love him, more than I love his mom”
- his fans love his mom jokes, especially because they know it’s about Eddie’s mom
- at some point he just lovingly but stupidly goes “fuck, man, sometimes I just look at him for like 30 minutes and think ‘shit, he likes me back’ and I watch him do these small noises while he sleeps and how he smiles when I gently touch his hair or when I kiss his forehead, and I watch him blush...and I’m just thinking ‘marry me, you bitch!’” He yelled and Eddie was kind of surprised, but his heart was fluttering so much
- especially when he saw the beautiful ring Richie showed to the crowd
- “so, yeah, I’m a dumbass. I was supposed to propose just a few weeks ago in Paris, you know, the usual cliché bullshit, but I forgot the ring back in LA! And then I was about to do it in a Taco Bell, you know, propose, but my hands were all greasy and I couldn’t even properly hold the steering wheel after that. And now-”
- he stopped, falling on one knee
- “I’m just gonna propose? On stage? Without him noticing?”
- yep Richie definitely had some drinks before that but Eddie couldn’t stop laughing and blushing and crying and ugh
- Richie starts pouring his heart and soul out but with humor obviously added and at some point he just repeats I love you like a hundred times over again and jumps around with his hyper ass
- people are enjoying this gay mess
- “should I say, will you marry me, eds? Or will you lawfully take me as your bitch?” He asked to the crowd and everyone had different answers, which just made him laugh.
- “he’ll complain about me calling him eds, so that could guarantee a no”
- he stopped about the proposing for a while and Eddie definitely had no proper sleep for the next 3 days
- Richie just comes home on a rainy night and Eddie’s already ready for bed, and when he answers the door he just jumps into Richie’s arms and kisses him oh so passionately
- “I do, Richie. I do. I want to be yours.” He whispered against his lips and for a second there Richie was completely confused but smiled and they both started crying and being in passionate love
- Stanley when he finds out, Jesus.
- stan has emotions? Hell yeah a whole LOT of them
- anyway back to the gay wedding
- so it’s the 20th of April
- yes, Richie chose that date and Eddie just thought it was a normal date without any meaning whatsoever
- man oh man was he wrong by the time the invites were sent
- Richie’s wearing a suit, a black one, it’s nice but casual and he took maybe 4 hours to choose the right one for the right one
- Eddie is wearing a white suit that so nice and soft and silky and he’s so in love with it
- and under Richie’s request, or well rather damand, he’s wearing a small veil with a small flower hair clip on the side of his hair (que, Stefon’s fairwell)
- Eddie is : panacking on their wedding day and Bill and Mike help him calm down as much as possible
- his inhaler won’t even help he’s a : mess
- Richie is pretty chill and everyone’s just like ??? what the fuck you’re marrying the love of your life today you dickwad and he’s just like “okay”
- but that all seems to change when Eddie walks down the eisle and Richie just gets so weak in the knees
- it’s like seeing him the first time
- btw, their first encounter was at the pharmacy of the summer of ‘86, richie tried contact lenses for the first time that summer and had to pick them up, but he stupidly forgot his glasses that day so he just ended up bumping through the entire store
- including Eddie
- Eddie was way too soft at that time and he just looked at him and helped him all the way to the counter and helped him get his prescription and fuck
- Richie could tell by his voice and his blurry vision that he saw an angel
- they had multiple classes together but Bill was the first one to really introduce him to the losers
- anyway Richie’s almost crying and Eddie is nearly having a heart attack
- but as soon as he arrives and everyone applauds, Richie just takes his hand to assure that he’s doing okay
- Richie is wearing contact lenses btw
- Eddie is so soft for that shit because he knows how deep Richie takes things and knows it’s about their first encounter
- Richie didn’t really think about that though until Eddie referenced it later and he’s like “yeah, uhhh, totallyyyyy” but he just didn’t want to wear his glasses on his wedding day
- especially because they broke the night before on his bachelor party
- don’t even ask unless you want a single hc for THAT
- they don’t even listen to the priest talking and just admire each other’s presence
- Richie doesn’t even hear him say “will you take eduard kaspbrak as your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death-”
- “oh please, have you met me? I will love the hell out of this bitch”
- Eddie is just so embarrassed but he loves him so much so he’s the first to crack up after everyone went dead silent and gasped
- “you really had to say hell, Tozier?”
- “sorry, tozier in 5 minutes”
- Eddie blushes and it’s his turn to say, after the priest took that as an obvious I do, and Eddie just immediately blurts out and can’t even hold his excitement, jumping up and down for the priest to finish before saying himself “I do, till death tear us apart”
- Richie cries, Eddie cries, Stanley’s SOBBING (Stanley btw, Richie’s best man), Beverly and Ben and mike and Bill are all crying the hell out of them
- bev is Eddie’s bridesmaid and the other losers basically are too lmao
- “I will now pronounce you husbands-” Richie is already eating Eddie’s face and everyone’s jumping up and applauding
- everyone’s throwing white roses after them as they get out, Richie holding Eddie bridal style to the limousine
- they spend the wedding in a nice hall and the decorations are whites and wine red
- decoration and designing both by Ben and Beverly. They really went all out with this and the two couldn’t thank them enough.
- red velvet cake with both Richie and Eddie as figures on them.
- after Richie’s request, they made Eddie purposely smaller and Richie’s just loving Eddie’s anger about this but it’s not too bad because it’s his wedding day, with the love of his life
- Stanley makes a toast, prepare to cry :
- “Maybe since 1988 I’ve been waiting to call Eddie Eddie Tozier. I sometimes did when Richie wasn’t around because I didn’t want to be that mean to Richie. I knew he had hardcore feelings for him. Richie was so in love with him that he’d sometimes come to me crying about Eddie, how much he loves him. I was the first one to know. I was the only one to know.”
- Beverly stands up, going on : “Eddie told me he loved Richie. It was first a like situation, but it truly and quickly turned into true love. I was always there to support Eddie. I could never be mad about it.”
- Bill goes on, saying “I-I never knew until n-now, b-but I c-couldn’t be more proud of them. I d-don’t know how I would’ve thought about it b-back then, them being homosexual, but then was then, and now is now. I am so happy for them.”
- Ben says “I couldn’t think of anyone else for them. Richie belongs to Eddie. Eddie belongs to Richie. They were meant for each other. God wanted this. No one knows how important this love story is, and I am so glad I can be apart of this.”
- Mike, finally stands up and adds “all of this bickering was just them confessing their love for another over and over again” he pauses to laugh with the others, and Eddie and Richie are crying so much, Eddie more than Richie. Eddie’s sobbing but Richie, his tears are just falling down and he’s holding onto Eddie’s hand with the ring on with his own ring wearing hand. “So, us losers, we couldn’t be more proud of how you two have finally made it. You two deserve one another. Till death do you apart”
- stan finally ends off with “honestly, I’m great full that I accidentally drunkenly said that you two loved each other” everyone laughs, alongside the two. “But you two were simply meant to be, and even though I always seemed like I hated you two, it was just me being sick and tired of you not finally kissing one another.” He smiled. “Till death do you apart” everyone says, raising their glasses, and everyone else does so too.
- they all party and eat cake a little until the wedding dance is on. Their song is ‘medicine’ by the 1975. Richie and Eddie loved the 1975 and it once played on this playlist Richie made for Eddie and then the whole day long they were just dancing to it
- this was pre-engagement by the way, turns out they were learning their wedding dance all along
- so they dance, Richie takes the man role of the dance, and Eddie just has his hands wrapped around Richie’s neck. They can’t stop looking at each other and kissing each other and they both always mouth along the song, especially at the chorus
- “in case you’re my medicine, yeah you’re my medicine”
- Richie softens up at the part “I, i wanna marry you”
- after the dance everyone applauds of course and they just party a little
- maybe around 4am everyone else goes home except the losers. The losers go to the beach and hang out together until the sunrise.
- it’s so beautiful because they make a small fire and then just watch the sunrise and Eddie and Richie are just so in : love
- and everyone’s so happy for them
- Jesus Stanley can’t stop crying and Richie makes fun of him forever for that
- they all go home and Richie and Eddie into their new home, which is so nice, and then
- ya know
- they fuck
- and after that, Eddie falls asleep first, Richie can’t stop staying awake and he just looks at the ceiling with Eddie in his arms, wearing the brightest smile he’s ever worn, and just whispers to himself
- “holy shit, he likes me back”
- and then he just admires Eddie and at some point, he falls asleep
- they’re the happiest together, don’t come for me
- it’s canon you fuckersssss
- also they adopt a pomaranian and later a girl
- aLSO (nearly forgot to add this, I came up with this during bills part of the speech) bill ends his story with the two best friends of the main characters ending up together, although he nearly killed off one of the characters, he edited it and they end up together and live a happy life together
#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#the losers club#itchapter2#reddie#reddiehcs#headcanon#beverly marsh#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#stanley uris#mike hanlon#the 1975#medicine
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I actually dare you so hard to write an IT fic bc that shit was made for Siken
Sorry for sleeping on this so long anon - I’ve been in Editing Hell w my own manuscript but I needed to shake the cobwebs off today so dashed this off real quick
AU in which Richie comes out and gets to become the chaotic bisexual we all know he is and also the losers figure it out too I guess? idk I don’t actually know what else this is so just,,,,enjoy, I guess?
CW for internalized bi/homophobia. Poem snippets from You are Jeff and A Primer for the Small Weird Loves.
The boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwaterbecause he is trying to kill you,and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,and you are ready to die in this swimming poolbecause you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this meansyour life is over anyway.You're in eighth grade. You know these things.
You’re used to this panic by now. It doesn’t even faze you...much.
When you feel it next, it’s during the last swim of the year. It’s September, the day before school starts, and the water is cold enough to make Stan and Bill’s fair skin erupt in red splotches, and for your own to goosepimple up in an almost painful way.
Eddie is piggybacking you, legs wrapped around your waist, heels digging into your hips, stomach or wherever else he can grip to keep his balance. Eddie’s wearing those terrycloth red shorts he practically lived in all summer. His mom said he was outgrowing them, so Eddie retired him to the bin in his closet you know are reserved for clothes that are okay to get dirty.
“Richie, hold me up!” Eddie complains, scrabbling for purchase on your bony shoulders. You’ve shot up a good five inches in the past couple months, and no one hates it more than Eddie.
You hooks your arms around Eddie’s, and your heart drops at how close your hands are to Eddie’s thighs, those stupid red shorts riding way too far up for your liking. You can’t keep your eyes away from the contrast between Eddie’s tanned skin and your own sickly-pale color.
You lift your eyes when Bill coughs. You two lock eyes across the quarry. Bill’s clear blue ones are narrowed slightly, his head tilted. You okay? You can’t read minds, but he’s been reading Bill’s face for years.
You nod and let Eddie go with a splash, crowing when the smaller boy shrieks. Eddie springs upright and hauls you back and down by the shoulders, grappling you down to his knees and pushing your shoulders down, down, down until you’re underwater-
And your eyes are open, so he sees it all: the flat planes of your best friend’s stomach, his dexterous fingers and above it all, both in sight and importance, the eager brown of his wide eyes, his messy hair and gleeful smile.
You think, wildly, that you should probably just die now, accidentally, so Bowers and his friends wouldn’t even have a chance. A boy who loves boys in Derry is as good as dead, and you even more so if your friends, your only protection, ever found out. Would they forgive you this? Would they-
Your panic is interrupted when Eddie pulls you up by the arm. “You were just floating down there!” His voice is panicked. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and he sags into you. “I thought- I’m sorry, Rich, I-”
“I’m all good, Eds.” Eddie snorts at the nickname. “Just waiting for you to get enough of attempting to murder me.”
“Shut up, Richie.” His lips curl up. You wish you could touch them. Your thumb burns as if you already have. You duck underwater and swim away, fast, letting out the rest of your inhaled air in a long, low scream.
If It can hear you, you hope It knows there was never any danger of you being brave.
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You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to dolong division,and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unlesshe keeps his mouth shut, which is what youdidn't do,because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
“What would you do if you liked someone you shouldn’t?”
Your feet skid on the grass, kicking some of it up as you stop your bike and look back to stare at Stan. “What? You found yourself a Gentile girl or something?”
Stan rolls his eyes, shoving messy curls out of his face. Bill noted once that both of your hair, while similar in texture, matched your personalities. Stan’s, while wildly curly, is tightly-coiled and forced into orderliness. Your dark strands are hopeless, a wild mess of waves and curls that no one can ever hope to tame.
“No, Richie.” He’s the same serious kid he was at fifteen than he was as a kid. You’re a little more serious now, too. High school does that to a guy, you suppose, and if you have a prayer of getting into UCLA and getting the hell out of Derry, taking school seriously had to be a priority. You’re not a fan of the seriousness bleeding into the rest of your life, but oh well.
“Then what?”
Stan looks around the Barrens furtively, as if someone’s listening. You roll your eyes. “Come on, Staniel.”
“Not here.” He sets off for the clubhouse, walking his bike when he can’t ride it. You two don’t speak again until you’re underground, the hatch closed. “I mean...what if you like someone everyone would hate you for liking?”
“Stan.” You kick off your shoes and settle into the hammock. “I don’t think your dad is going to care-”
“I think I like boys.”
Stan says it in a rush. His eyes are huge, owlish and afraid. Your heart sinks to the pit of my stomach and sits there.
Even Stanley is braver than you, whispers that voice in your head that sounds like that fucking psycho clown.
“Oh.”
Stan’s shoulders slump. “Is that all you have to say?”
You sit upright in the hammock. Shove your glasses up your nose. “I don’t... It doesn’t matter to me. You’re still my friend.”
Stan’s whole body relaxes, as if his strings have been cut. “Are you sure?”
“Am I- Stan. Come on. It’s going to take more than- Wait!” You lean forward. “Is it Mike? Please say it’s Mike, Eddie’s going to owe me so much money if its-”
“Fine! Yes, Trashmouth, it’s Mike! Happy?”
You whoop, falling back and swinging back and forth. “You’ve made me a rich man, Staniel!”
Stan flips you the bird. You flip him one back. Then, because you’re trying to not be a total asshole, you sit up again. “Thanks. For telling me, I mean.”
Stan gives you a small smile. “Thanks for not hating me.”
Your voice trembles when you speak again and you won’t, won’t, won’t think about why. “I don’t think any of the Losers could ever hate you.”
“Why are we hating someone?” Eddie asks, climbing carefully down the ladder. You obediently slide over when all five-foot-nine of him settles into the hammock beside you.
“We’re not,” Stan says. You smile at him over Eddie’s head.
“Oh. I thought someone was bullying Bill again.” Eddie takes off your glasses.
“HEY!”
“They’re poking my face and I want to nap,” Eddie says imperiously. You hold still as Eddie makes himself comfortable, forehead against your temple and chin on your shoulder. There’s a burning knot coiling low in your stomach. It’s nauseating. It’s thrilling. You never want to feel it again.
But you will. You’ll feel it tonight when you climb in Eddie’s window. You’ll feel it tomorrow when you walk to school with him and he pops open the first button of his shirt to reveal a small strip of collarbone and skin. You’ll feel it the next day and the next and then next. You might even die from it someday.
Could you ever do what Stan did? Throw out such a deep, dark secret into the world and hope it didn’t throw it back at you with enough force to bruise? Could you be that brave?
No. You’re not brave. You never have been.
You time your breathing with Eddie’s. When you inhale, you breathe in coward. When you exhale, you breathe out secrets.
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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired.
“Richie?”
Eddie’s not looking at you. His head is leaning against the window of your car and he’s staring out at the dark night ahead of you. It’s summer in Derry, a dry heat and too-quiet nights to keep you company on the drive out to the Hanlon farm, where tents and a movie night await.
“Yeah?”
“I... I need to tell you something.”
Something about his tone strikes you. You pull over and put the car in park. “What’s wrong, Eds?”
He looks over at you, lips parted. His breath comes short. You think about reaching for the inhaler you started keeping in the glove compartment when you started driving. He hasn’t needed it in years, but you hang onto it anyway. Just in case. “I...”
He can’t say whatever it is. You wait. His eyes are impossibly wide, his shoulders heaving with his breaths. There’s color high in his cheeks. You wish, vaguely, like you do every time, that you could kiss him there. Or better, that you could shut off that urge entirely. That would be better.
“Eds.” Your voice is weirdly soft. You don’t even know if Eddie can hear you. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’ll love you no matter what.”
How many times have you told him you love him? He’s your brother, your best friend, your confidant. Of course you love him. Why wouldn’t you?
Not like that, though, you know it’s not like that, and it makes you dirty and wrong and terrible and-
“I- I love you.”
“I know.” You frown. “I love you too.”
You figure out what he meant a split second too late. His eyebrows knit together, and you understand, and you feel like you’re going to die, or maybe throw up all over this car because “oh. Oh. OH.”
“Forget it.” Eddie sounds miserable. He curls in on himself. “I’m sorry, I-”
“Don’t be sorry.” You unbuckle your seatbelt. Lean forward to touch his cheek. It fits so well in your hand. “Eds. Thank you for telling me.”
Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it. “Bill,” he says instead, pointing out your window. “Behind you.”
Bill is leaning against your car, balancing on Silver. “Are you c-coming or not?” he asks through the glass.
Your heart in your throat, you answer. “Yeah. We’re coming.”
Eddie bolts from the car as soon as you park, rounding the back of the farmhouse in search of Mike and Stan. Bill is waiting for you when you get up to the porch.
“He t-told you.” is all Bill says, but you know he knows.
“Yeah.”
“P-please tell me you weren’t Trashmouth about i-it.”
“Bill, please. Have a little faith.”
Bill sees through your bravado. You know he does. He’s been like your brother since you were born. “Did y-you tell him?”
“Tell him what?”
You’re going to throw up. If Bill knows...If he knows, then you don’t know what you’re going to do. Run, probably. Run so far away your secrets can never catch you.
“Rich.” Bill steps down so you’re eye to eye. He’s not taller than you anymore, but he’s still your Bill. Your leader. Your brother. The almost-man you would follow anywhere. “You’re in love with him. Aren’t you?”
You hate everything about this. The tears in your eyes. The tremor in your hands. The fear that chokes you. The urge to run run run.
But you nod, because you’ll be damned if you don’t try to live up to every ounce of bravery you always tried to instill into Eddie.
Bill smiles. Soft. Fond. “I l-love you, R-Richie.”
He pulls you into a hug. You don’t notice you’re crying until you pull away and his jacket is stained with your tears. “Sorry.”
Bill brushes his fingers through your hair. “D-Don’t b-be s-sorry. Be h-honest with E-Eds.”
As If on cue, Eddie rockets around the side of the house, shouting something incoherant. He bolts past you and Bill, then pauses at the doorway.
“You’re crying, Rich.”
You shake your head. Push up your glasses to wipe your face. He’s even pretty like this, blurred into soft browns and tans, pink and red. “I’m okay, Eds. I’ll tell you later.”
Eddie disappears inside. Bill follows him and, despite the catharsis of crying into your best friend’s jacket, you go around to the back of the barn and puke your guts out.
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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
“Do you hate me?”
You stare at Eddie as if he’s lost his mind. It’s so dark you can’t see him without turning on the car’s dim overhead light. “Wh- Why would I hate you, Eds?”
“Because I’m gay.”
“The- What? No! I meant it, I love you no matter what.”
“Oh.” He sounds so small. You hate it. Eddie Kaspbrak should not ever be small.
You pull over again. The stars glitter above you. Eddie looks up at them and smiles a soft peaceful smile you’re used to wishing you could kiss. “Eddie.”
He hears you breathe his name and looks over. “Yeah, Rich?”
“I...” Fuck. “I love you too.”
The roles are reversed. “I know, you just said- Oh.”
Nothing feels real in this moment. Your body is shaking. Your hands are cold and your face is warm. You want to run. Want to take it back. Apologize maybe, because you’ve ruined everything and a boy who loves his best friend is a dead boy, and It was right, this is why you would go missing or die alone, because you’re wrong and disgusting and-
Eddie kisses your cheek.
“Thank God,” Eddie whispers. “I love you so much, Rich, I thought I was the only one who-”
“Beep beep, Kaspbrak,” you say, leaning forward to kiss him properly, dry lips against soft ones, both of you shaking from fear and relief and probably a little bit of want.
When you pull away, he’s smiling so wide his cheeks might burst. You pinch one between your fingers. “Cute, cute, cute!”
“Shut up, Richie.” He folds up the center console and rests his head on your shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You sigh. “I was scared.”
Your cheeks light up like a firework when he presses a kiss to your arm through your shirt. “Me too.”
You look down at him, his delicate hand knotted in the front of your shirt, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Something in your heart settles into place, clicking like a lock.
“I love you,” you say again, just because you can. Your heart soars and carries you both home.
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give the people what they want
alright so last night I challenged you all to send me your best asks/requests and I would compile them all into one single story to the best of my ability and let me tell you, I have done just that
HARRY WITH SCRUFF GOING DOWN ON YOU PUHHLEASEEE
DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK
Thigh riding pls !!!!
um i’m not creative but imagine harry as like a superhero ahsdkfjdsklj idk just do whatever you want with it lmao
PLEASE write a blurb with harry’s hands and the rings he’s wearing right now because those pics made me H O R N Y
Fluff # 14 (”Do you ever shut up?”) do whatever you wanna do with that because your writing is phenomenal!! Maybe add some smut though ??
I literally just need more cocky h content in my life please go off queen and give the people what they want ALRIGHT
TWO WORDS: PAIN. KINK.
Don’t care how you work it in, I trust your judgement “It’s 8 o’clock in the morning you are not having vodka”
PART TWO OF LIKE A VIRGIN I STG IF YOU DON’T
I JUST WANT YOU TO INCLUDE TWO SIMPLE WORDS: “Bed. Now.”
Harry meeting all your friends for the first time and he’s like nervous I guess idk something like that would be cute love you :)
SAY IT WITH ME GIRLS! STONER H! STONER H! STONER H!
H BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR ASS PLS AND THX
please more stoner!h maybe like some shotgunning or smokerings like that shits hot
WAKING UP NEXT TO H PLS THATS ALL I WANT
H’S LAME DAD DANCE MOVES LIKE FINGER GUNS AND GRINDING UP ON YOU ALL CHEEKY
H DRESSED LIKE YOUR ICON THAT IS ALL THANKS
okay but h in his yellow vans or yellow in general yeah that
PAINTING H’S NAILS OR HIM JUST HAVING BLACK NAILS PLEASE
hahaha don’t kill me but what IF H HAD A FACE TATTOO
So, with all of those asks said (and many repeats not voiced because GOD you guys really wanted like a virgin part 2) HERE IT IS
in which you’re going to your friend’s wedding and bringing h along after just meeting him last week at a party
ENJOY!
You peel your eyes open to the sunlight coming in through the window, squinting in the brightness and rolling over to see Harry still dead asleep, curled up beside you. His eyes are fluttered closed, his arm lazily draped across your stomach and you don’t even think about it as you reach up to run your hand through his messy mop of hair.
“Y/N,” He groans, scrunching his face up, “Let me sleep, woman.”
“You forgetting what today is?” You ask, leaning over to peck his cheek before standing from his bed.
“Tuesday?” He sighs, finally rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
“Try Thursday,” You laugh, grabbing your pair of panties from the floor and wiggling as you pull them up your legs, “And it’s my friend Tiffany’s wedding, we’ve been over this.”
He holds his head in his hand, running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face before finally looking up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure we have to go to that?” He grimaces.
“I’m sure I have to go,” You shrug, slipping on one of his button-up shirts, “You don’t have to come with if you don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure my friends are going to be on your doorstep with pitchforks if they don’t get to meet you soon.”
“Wait,” He says, suddenly more alert as he pushes himself out of bed finally, “This is like a meeting the friends thing?”
“Well yeah, but it’s not like a big deal-“
“What did you tell them about me? You didn’t tell them that we fucked at that party, did you?” He asks nervously.
“I mean yeah,” You shrug, laughing, “I just told them that I met you at Louis’ party and we got drunk and a little high and slept together and now we’re kind of hanging out.”
“Oh my god,” He sighs, running his hands through his hair again as he pulls on his ripped jeans from yesterday, “God they probably think I’m some fucking loser-“
“They don’t think that.” You assure him, rolling your eyes.
“Y/N! You told them that I got you cross faded and then fucked you upstairs at a frat party!” He shouts, trying not to laugh.
“Maybe you should plan your conquests more accordingly,” You smirk, tossing him his pink hoodie from the back of his desk chair, “You never know when you’ll end up dating one of them.”
“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart,” He grins, pulling on his hoodie and following you into the kitchen, “I thought you said we were absolutely not, under no circumstances, ‘dating’.”
“And I stand by that,” You nod, starting the coffee pot, “But I think for the sake of today, my friends will ask a lot less questions if I just introduce you as my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend, huh?” He smirks, smacking your ass as he walks behind you to get to the cereal in the cupboard, “That’s one hell of a promotion from casual booty call, don’t you think?”
“Oh, is that what this is?” You tease, bumping your hip against his as he reaches into the fridge.
“You tell me, babe.” He laughs, coming away from the fridge with the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand.
“Harry, what are you doing?”
“Starting the day off right,” He shrugs, grabbing a mug, “Gotta get through this wedding somehow.”
“What? No,” You chuckle, snatching the bottle out of his hand, “It is eight o’clock in the morning, you are not drinking vodka.”
“It’s only eight o’clock?” He scoffs, “Why the fuck am I not in bed right now?”
“Honestly,” You giggle, shoving a mug of coffee in his hand instead, “I expected it to be a lot harder to wake you up.”
“Oh, lovely,” He groans, rolling his eyes, “God, I’m gonna smoke a bowl.”
“So, you’re not driving today then?” You ask, quirking your eyebrow up at him as he lights his pipe and inhales deeply.
“Um, yes…?” He says uneasily, clearly trying to read you and what you want him to say.
“Good,” You grin, patting his chest and leaning in to peck his lips, “Because I plan on taking full advantage of the free champagne.”
He shotguns a puff of smoke into your mouth and you cough as he laughs, leaning back against the counter, “I guess I won’t complain about that.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at you rather suggestively.
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating Styles,” You tease, “But whatever it is, I can assure you it won’t be happening until we leave the wedding.”
“I mean, I’m free right now,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “And would you look at that, you’re already half undressed.”
You collapse against the mattress, struggling to pull oxygen into your lungs as Harry chuckles from between your thighs, his arms still hooked around your knees. He leans his head against your right leg and you nearly jump out of your skin as the stubble on his cheek rubs against the skin of your inner thigh.
“Jesus, H!” You squeal, shoving him away, “God you need to shave your face.”
“What? You don’t like it?” He grins deviously, purposefully rubbing his prickly face between both of your thighs and making you writhe under him.
“No, it tickles like a bitch!” You giggle, sitting up and grabbing his face in your hands to tug him up the bed to kiss you instead.
You can feel his stubble beneath your hands as you hold his face to you, moving your mouth with his. Part of you loves it, just the slightest bit of roughness rubbing against your fingertips. He pulls away from you and you take his lip between your teeth, tugging it towards you, your eyes flickering open to catch a glimpse of his eyes fluttered closed. Your eyes dart to his lip and you swear you see the edges of a tattoo, thin black lines peaking out from the backside of his bottom lip.
“H?” You laugh, pulling away from him fully and grabbing his lip between your fingers, “Do you have a lip tattoo?”
He grins mischievously, his eyes glittering as he brushes your hand away and folds his lip over himself so you can read it, “Maybe,” He shrugs, “It says bite me, it was a dare.”
“Mhm, sure it was.” You nod, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his again.
“I swear it was babe!” He chuckles, shuffling off the bed to follow you to the bathroom to start getting ready.
You shake your head as you grab your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth while Harry takes to shaving his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he sticks his tongue out at you as he runs his electric razor back and forth over his cheeks just to trim down the stubble on his face.
“So how dressed up am I supposed to be getting for this thing?” He asks, wetting his hands under the faucet and running his hands through his hair to sort it out.
“I mean, a suit would be nice,” You nod, grabbing your makeup bag, “If you have one.”
“If I have one,” He scoffs, turning to you and leaning on the counter, “What kind of man do you take me for, sweetheart?”
“One with a lip tattoo,” You tease, patting his chest patronizingly, “Sweetheart.”
He rolls his eyes, squeezing your ass as he passes behind you to start the shower and strip out of his clothes. As nice as he looks in the tight ass pair of ripped black jeans and the bubblegum pink hoodie, he definitely looks better standing there in his plain black boxer briefs. You feel your cheeks flush when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows before he tugs down his boxers too.
“Like what you see there, babe?” He grins, sending you a wink as he slides behind the shower curtain just before you can reach out and hit him, “Hey, watch it woman!” He laughs, peaking back out of the shower and meeting your eyes in the mirror again.
“Hurry up, Styles,” You scold, “We’re leaving in half an hour.”
You finish putting on the rest of your makeup while Harry spends most of his shower trying to convince you to join him. After already wasting most of the morning naked in his bed you regretfully decline and slide back into his bedroom to put on your dress. You’re just shimmying the skintight fabric over your ass when Harry walks back into his room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
You can feel his eyes on you as you grab your heels from your duffel bag in the corner, strapping them to your feet while he slides on a pair of Spider-man boxers. He walks over to his closet and shuffles all the way to the back, dragging out a plain all black suit and his one simple white button up.
He shrugs on the button up, leaving the top three buttons undone before tucking it into his black slacks and sliding on his black jacket. It fits him like a dream, and you have to physically drag your eyes away from him while he adjusts the collar of his jacket.
“Spider-man huh?” You smirk, grabbing your clutch.
“You bet,” He chuckles, grabbing his yellow vans from the bottom of his closet, “Gotta conceal the web shooter.”
“Gross,” You groan, shoving him over as he laces his shoes up on his feet, “Are you seriously wearing those?”
“I’m wearing a suit, aren’t I?” He asks, throwing his arms in the air, “What more do you want woman?”
“Fine, fine,” You sigh, shaking your head as he throws on his cross necklace and grabs the rings off his bedside table, sliding them on his fingers, “How many rings you gonna put on, H?”
“As many as I want to,” He nods matter-of-factly, showing off his hands when he’s finished, “It’s a wedding isn’t it?”
You can’t help but laugh as you take his hands in yours, tracing over his giant gold rings with his initials etched into them. H.S. He’s been way too cocky about them since he first got them a few days ago, making big talk about branding your ass with his name but he hasn’t acted on it yet.
“I like your nails,” You grin cheekily, remembering the other night when you convinced him to let you paint his black to match yours.
“I do too actually,” He nods, clearly surprised himself, “It looks kinda sick.”
He grabs his phone and wallet, shoving them into either pocket of his pants before snatching his keys off the counter and twirling them around his finger. You follow him to the door and out to his car where Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones starts blasting as soon as he starts it.
“Sorry.” He chuckles, turning the radio back down and backing out of his parking spot.
You’re leaving a little later than you had originally planned in order to make it there on time what with Harry’s morning antics but you’re still feeling rather optimistic about making it on time until you hit a huge block of traffic on the freeway.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huff, letting your head hit the seat behind you.
“Just hang on babe,” He laughs, resting his ring covered hand on your thigh and giving you a squeeze, “We’re only missing the boring part, we’ll be there in plenty of time before the reception.”
You roll your eyes as he runs his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, complaining once again about how he really needs to get a haircut before he goes rummaging in his glovebox. He sits back up with a pair of white clout goggle sunglasses and slides them on top of his head, holding his hair back out of his face.
“You cannot be serious.” You laugh, snatching them off his head and sliding them on yourself.
“Hey,” He defends, “I’ll have you know it was Elton John that made these cool.”
“I’ll have you know that no matter how hot you think you are, you cannot pull these off.” You smirk, popping them back on his head.
You both arrive to the wedding way past the ceremony. By the time you enter the banquet hall, the reception is already in full swing. You hook your arm through his and lead him around the room, looking for your nameplate on one of the many tables.
“Y/N! You’re over here!”
You look up to see your friend Heather calling you over to the table. You grab Harry’s hand and start to pull him behind you over to the table, but he stops in his tracks, dragging you back to him.
“I don’t think I can do this.” He says nervously.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s no way they’re gonna like me, I’m in fucking Vans at a wedding Y/N, what was I thinking? God, I let you paint my nails black and I’m too sober for this-“
“Harry,” You say seriously, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I like the fact that you’re in Vans with your nails painted at a wedding because it’s you, and I happen to like you, just a little bit, and they will too.”
“And if they don’t?” He asks, scrunching his face.
“Then who cares,” You sigh, grabbing his hand again, “They’re not the one sleeping with you, they don’t have to like you.”
A small grin finally turns up one side of his mouth and you lean forward, pecking his lips before threading your fingers through his and leading him over to the table.
“Oh my god, you must be Harry.” Brynn smiles as soon as you’re both in ear reach and he reaches his hand out to shake hers, but she grabs him in her arms to hug him instead.
“Oh, you’re Harry!” Heather squeals, “We’ve heard so much about you!”
You send her a death glare just as Harry looks at you over his shoulder with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen plastered on his face, “Oh, is that so?”
“Well obviously, she nearly dropped off the face of the Earth after meeting you,” Brynn shrugs, “We had to know all we could about the man Y/N is spending all of her time with.”
Your cheeks are nearly flaming when the words come out of Brynn’s mouth and you wish you could reach across the table and shove them back in when you feel Harry’s eyes on you again. You wish you could melt into the floor and go back in time so this interaction never happened just as the DJ comes on the speaker and announces that food will be served in ten minutes.
“Thank god, I’m starving.” Harry grins, taking the seat right next to Brynn and patting the empty chair next to him.
You sit through nearly an hour of your friends relentlessly grilling Harry and he doesn’t seem phased by it at all. The jittery, nervous man you walked in with is nowhere to be found as he recounts stories flawlessly and keeps them laughing the whole night. You even learn a few things yourself, like the fact that he’s actually a huge literature buff. You vaguely remember him recognizing the book you were reading at the party you met at but to be honest that whole night is kind of a blur.
Soon enough, you’re being dragged out to the dancefloor by none other than Harry who is grooving around with some of the worst dad dance moves you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what it is about Harry that made you assume he’d be a good dancer but clearly you need to work on your judgement.
“Oh, come on Y/N, what are you, a statue?” He scoffs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him, swaying your arms and spinning you around.
“I don’t really dance, Harry.” You laugh, nearly tripping on your own feet.
“Tonight, you do,” He nods, grabbing your hips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s see those moves.”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes as his hands move your hips in figure eights, swiveling them around. He moves his own hips opposite yours, grinding into your backside and occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek or the back of your neck.
“There you go, you’re getting it.” He grins, letting go of your hips and letting you move on your own.
“Sure I am,” You laugh, watching as he throws an imaginary lasso in the air and starts tugging you to him with it, “Really? The lasso, Harry? That is so old school.”
“I prefer the term classic.” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you into his chest.
You open your mouth to reply but you’re cut off as the DJ’s voice comes back through the speakers, letting everyone know that the bouquet toss is about to happen at the front of the banquet hall.
“Well, get on up there, babe.” He laughs, nodding his head towards the crowd forming at the front of the room.
“Oh, it’s alright, I don’t really want to-“
“Come on darling, you’ve got to at least try for the bouquet.” He sighs, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to everyone himself.
He leaves you to stand right between Brynn and Heather before seeing himself over to the group of guys standing off to the side. He sends you a wink when he catches you looking back over at him and your cheeks are blushing almost instantly.
You watch as your friend Tiffany is sat on one of the banquet chairs in front of everyone and her new husband Mason makes a whole show of sneaking under her dress to retrieve the garter from her leg. The crowd goes wild when he finally stands up with the garter between his teeth and you find yourself looking over at Harry to see him with his fingers in his mouth, whistling.
Both Tiffany and Mason turn around and suddenly the garter and the bouquet are both in the air. You’re hardly paying any attention to the spectacle until suddenly the bouquet is landing right between you and Heather. She clearly catches it but quickly hands it off to you, shoving it into your unwanting arms.
“Heather, what are you-“
You’re cut off as she nods her head over to the group of guys where Harry is standing at the front of the pack with the white lace garter held above his head. You can’t help but shake your head, biting your lip when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows, shrugging innocently.
“How many people did you have to tackle to get that?” You smirk, both of you crossing the space between the divided groups to stand in front of each other.
“About six,” He shrugs, grinning ear to ear, “A small price to pay of course.”
He leads you over to the chair in the middle of the crowd as the hollering grows louder and when he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss it, you take the opportunity to shove him on his ass in the chair and snatch the garter from him yourself. His mouth his hanging open in shock as you hand him the bouquet instead and swing your leg over him, straddling his thigh with your back to him. Suddenly the screams from your friends and the rest of the crowd around you are deafening as the music gets turned up a couple notches and you hold the garter in the air.
His hands find their way onto your hips, but you turn around on his lap, grabbing his hands and folding them behind his head instead, “Hands to yourself, Styles.” You scold and he grins even wider.
You bend over to reach his foot, giving him a perfect view of your ass straddling his thigh and you can hear him suck in a breath. You start to work the garter over his bright yellow Vans just as you start to grind down onto him, swiveling your hips the same way he was moving them earlier on the dancefloor and everyone starts to cheer, egging you on. The friction of his dress pants against your hardly clothed clit makes your thighs shake almost instantly as you continue moving the garter further up his leg, over his knee. His hands suddenly grab your hips, ceasing your movements and you don’t bother snapping at him again, if you keep going, you’re gonna end up coming on his leg.
You stand back up, laughing nervously as you feel your thighs clenching and everyone erupts in a chorus of shouts to which you bow and jokingly thank everyone for coming to the show until you feel Harry’s hand grab yours and tug you away from everyone.
“Harry, what are you-“
You’re cut off as he drags you into the bathroom, checking the few stalls for anyone before locking the door and turning back to you. He moves his hand from resting on his leg over his dress pants and you know exactly what’s wrong when your eyes land on the wet spot across his thigh.
“We’ve got a bit of a situation, sweetheart.” He laughs, clearly more amused by the condition of his pants rather than angry as you previously assumed.
“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was, I didn’t know-“
“Hey, it’s cool,” He says seriously, grabbing your face in his hands, “Are you alright though? You’re obviously fucking soaking down there, love.”
“It’s fine, we can’t-“
“We very well can.” He corrects, his hands moving to grip your ass.
“Harry-“
“Yes sweetheart?” He grins, cutting you off before you can tell him to stop.
You sigh, shaking your head when you can’t fend off the giant smile that wants to spread across your face when you meet his devious smirk any longer, “You wanna get out of here?” You ask finally.
“Yes, god, I thought you’d never ask.” He says eagerly, grabbing your face in his hands and smashing his lips onto yours.
You rush back out to his car, quickly saying your goodbyes before latching onto each other as soon as you’re out of the building. You’re a mess of limbs, grabbing at anything and everything just to get closer to each other. His hands are roaming you over your dress as you stumble over to his car and you push him up against it. Your lips find their way down his neck and he rolls his eyes back in his head, his mind going fuzzy. You reach your hand into the pocket of his slacks and grab his keys, unlocking the car before opening the door and shoving him into the driver seat. You slam the door closed and run around to the other side, collapsing in the seat beside him before climbing over the console and straddling his lap.
“You wanna pick up where we left off, princess?” He grins, his hands latching onto your hips and already moving you against him.
“Harry, I can’t, your pants-“
“Already gotta be washed,” He shrugs, cutting you off, “Let’s make it worth my time, yeah?”
You can’t help but roll your eyes as he bites his lip, staring down at you before grabbing the lever on the side on his chair and leaning it back. His chair is as far back as it can go now, giving you every bit of the space you need while his eyes are nearly glued to your thighs straddled over his own. His hands are cemented to your hips, pushing you down onto him and nearly dragging your barely clothed heat against him, all the way back to the edge of his knee before yanking you right back into his lap.
You’re already on the edge and you can see the tent starting to stand up in Harry’s pants. His eyes are still focused on you, watching your every move as you ride his thigh, your dress now fully bunched up around your waist. You try to detach your mind from the immense pleasure coursing through you and grab at the waistband of his pants, but he stops you almost immediately.
“No, not right now sweetheart.” He grunts, grabbing your hands in his.
“But Harry-“
“God, so stubborn,” He laughs, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your face to meet his, “All the fucking time.”
“I am not-“
“Do you ever shut up?” He jokes, “I want this babe, promise you, want you to get yourself off on just my thigh, okay?”
You know your cheeks are flaming now as he grins that big mischievous, dimpled smile and places his hands back on your hips, this time up under the confines of your dress, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his cold rings brush against you. You laugh as you put one hand down on his thigh to steady yourself as your legs start to shake and come across the thin lace garter. You smirk as you slide your fingers under it, stretching it away from his leg before letting it snap back against him. He ruts against you instinctively, his hips bucking up suddenly and a strangled groan falls past his lips before he can catch it.
No way.
You do it again, snapping it harder and his hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing yours and taking it away from the garter. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown out and wild and that’s when he finds your mouth. You sigh into his mouth, content with his mouth and hands roaming you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each flick of your hips.
Harry is on fire beneath you, he’s sure. His lips are moving slowly and heatedly on yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth when it feels right and making you grind down onto his thigh even harder. He was joking earlier about making it worth his time to wash his pants but he’s certainly getting more than he bargained for now. He can feel your wetness soaking though his slacks, drenching his bare skin but he won’t dare tell you that. His cock is fully hard in his boxers, just about screaming at him to do something, his subconscious is flabbergasted, the devil on his shoulder is reminding him that you’re one layer away from being naked down there and ready for him to fuck you senseless, all he’d have to do is yank down your panties and move you over a few inches, but he pushes all of that to the back of his mind and revels in the sight of you instead. He wants to see you without the distraction of his own pleasure, he wants to see you get yourself off without worrying about catering to him as well.
“Harry, fuck, I can’t,” You stutter, your voice faltering as pleasure rakes through you and your hands find his shoulders, in need of something solid to grip onto, “Fucking hell.”
He’s studying every detail of your face as you come undone. There’s so much blood flowing in the opposite direction he’s actually starting to feel lightheaded. He’s not sure how much more he can take as you writhe above him, desperately grinding yourself down on him. He lifts his leg up, holding you in place and adding some extra pressure. You’re gasping loudly when he does so, almost falling forward and collapsing against his chest as your whole body tenses.
“Come on love, almost there.” He coaxes, keeping your hips moving for you.
Your face twists up, your mouth falling open, your head tilting back as his name tumbles from your mouth in breathy whispers and he reaches forward, grabbing you around the waist so you don’t fall backwards on the car horn. He pulls you into his chest, burying your face into his shoulder while you’re still heaving desperately for air. He’s grinning like an idiot, tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning over to kiss your pouted lips. You shift in his lap, trying to lean up to meet his mouth again but your knee brushes the bulge in his pants, and he chokes a bit, letting out a throaty groan and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Sorry,” You chuckle, “Want me to-“
“Nope,” He quips, lifting you off of his lap and setting you back down in the passenger seat, sitting his chair back up and starting the car, “Want you in my bed princess, not the backseat of my car.”
As soon as you pull up in front of his apartment, he’s shutting the car off and getting out. You meet him in front of the door, and he doesn’t waste any time grabbing his keys and shoving them in the lock, pressing you up against it.
“Bed. Now.” He says roughly, meeting your eyes and you swallow thickly as he pushes you inside and kicks the door closed behind him.
The edge to his voice reminds you of the absolute pool in your panties and suddenly you’re yanking him to you by the collar of his hardly buttoned shirt and shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders. He’s kicking off his Vans, stumbling over himself as his mouth moves with yours and he tugs his slacks down. He breaks away from your mouth for less than a second to drag your dress off and toss it behind him before capturing your mouth with his once again and walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.
He’s about to push you against the bed and climb on top of you when you spin the two of you around, throwing him against the mattress instead. His eyes are wild and filled with anticipation as he leans back on his elbows, dressed in nothing but his fucking Spiderman boxers.
“Y/N, what are you-“
“Do you ever shut up?” You mock, using his words from earlier.
That devilish smirk finds its way onto his face as you climb on top of him, straddling him for the third time today. You thread your fingers through his hair and latch your lips back onto his, tugging his hair roughly and eliciting a groan from his lips. You do it a second time and he pulls away from your lips, wincing and gasping.
“You like that, huh?” You grin, “When it hurts?”
His eyes flutter open and his pupils are fully dilated, his irises blown out like you’ve never seen. God he’s loving this. Your fingers trace over the sparrows inked on his chest and he’s nearly shaking, you know he’s just about ready to burst after what happened in the car.
“Is that why you’re all tatted up?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips into his.
“Maybe,” He groans, his voice catching in his throat, “It feels good, the pain.”
You shake your head as you push him the rest of the way down until he’s flat against the mattress. He’s still breathing heavily, gasping every time you touch him and nearly growling as he writhes against the sheets when you finally grab him over his boxers.
“Please god let me fuck you princess, please.” He begs, bucking his hips off the bed to meet your hand.
You can’t help but laugh at his pleading state as you slide his boxers down his legs, your eyes growing wide when you realize the wet spot from his slacks soaked through to them as well. He’s still grabbing at you while you finish undressing yourself, making a show out of easing your soaking panties from out of your slit and dragging them down your legs before undoing the clasp of your bra and flinging it behind you as well.
He hisses as you take him in your hand, leaning over to grab a condom from his bedside table and rolling it over him painstakingly slowly. You tease him, running his tip just over your entrance and the strangled noise that comes pouring out of his mouth is enough to get you off without him even laying a hand on you.
“Fuck, so good,” He pants, his hands thrashing as he tries to decide where to put them, bouncing around from your hips to your thighs to fisting the sheets, “Shit, I can’t, jesus I’m lightheaded.”
It’s so different seeing Harry in a state like this where he can’t even compile a complete sentence. He’s always the one sending you into a frenzy, always spitting out some crude remark that makes your thighs squeeze together, always so eloquently calm, cool, and collected, now reduced to a writhing mess of whimpering underneath you.
You finally give in and slide onto him, your mouth falling open when he glides in so easily, instantly covered in your arousal. He bucks his hips up to fuck into you, his knuckles white as he fists the sheets.
“B-Bleeding hell,” He sputters, squeezing his eyes closed, “God so fucking warm.”
You release the sheets from his hands and put them on your waist instead, wishing he’d wrap his hands around you that tight. He delivers on your wish, digging his fingertips into your skin as he holds you in place and bucks his hips up to meet yours, clearly not satisfied with the pace you’re setting.
You thread your fingers back through his hair and yank harshly, eliciting a moan from his parted lips. That stupid grin finds its way back onto his face as he recovers from it, his eyes fluttering back open.
“Do it again,” He nods, his hands moving from your hips to knead your ass, “Harder.”
Your thighs squeeze around his hips as the words come out of his mouth and you know he’s onto you when he bites his lip as you tug his hair once again. You lurch forward suddenly when his hand meets your ass with a smack.
“Shit, sorry, I thought you’d-“
“Shut the fuck up and do that again.” You pant, cutting him off and leaning forward to give him better access.
“Hang on,” He breathes, easing you off him to which you whine in complaint, “Come on princess, you’re gonna love it.” He grins wickedly.
He shoves you on all fours, yanking your ass back into the air and suddenly you’re thrown back to the first night you met in the upstairs bedroom of that stupid frat party. He leans over you, biting the back of your shoulder as he slides back into you and both of you suck in breaths as he fills you back up.
“Christ, H.” You hiss, reveling in the way you can feel him so much deeper this way.
He doesn’t reply, simply picking up the pace and rubbing his ring covered hands over the swell of your ass. You’re waiting just about as patiently as you can, wiggling your ass in the air and trying to get him to make good on his promise.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” He laughs, pinching your ass playfully as he carefully spins his rings around on his fingers, making sure all of them are facing the palm of his hand instead.
You don’t expect it when it comes, the sudden smack and the delicious sting burning your skin afterwards. You lurch forwards, grinning and begging him to do it again to which he obliges, littering your ass with pretty pink handprints and darker purple bruises in the vague shapes of his initials.
“God, you’re fucking ruining me darling.” He groans, thrusting into you again just as his hand meets your backside and you bite your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to come out of your mouth.
A little heart followed by H S are imprinted all over your sore ass cheeks when he finally collapses against your back with a shout of your name. He kisses the back of your shoulder, gently massaging your stinging ass as you come down from your high, peeling your eyes back open and turning over to meet his gaze.
“You okay?” He asks nervously, taking in the state of your backside.
“Way better than okay.” You laugh, grabbing him by the face and pulling you down to him.
Your lips meet with a smack and you can feel him smiling against your mouth as he lays back down on top of you. You feel the harsh contrast of his rings as his hands roam your skin and your cheeks flush.
You pull away from his lips, quirking your eyebrow up as you meet his eyes, “This doesn’t mean I have to start calling you daddy or anything, does it?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m opposed to the idea.” He shrugs, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“God, fuck off!” You laugh, shoving him off of you and smacking him with a pillow.
Hope you guys enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this honestly I might have to make this a reoccurring chat night thing here on my lil blog
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watching jojo's bizarre adventure anime adaptation and seeing how much the anime team fixed araki (the mangaka)'s bad writing makes me rlly wish that if berserk gets a proper anime adaptation whoever does it will do the same with miura's writing (and some of his art too tbh). like for example for all their faults the berserk movies did improve casca's character. what are your wants for a potential full berserk anime adaptation? (also let's hope that this is the year we finally get one 🤞)
I never finished JJBA or watched the anime so idk, but I’m curious how much they changed. Like were there big changes to the plot, or was it mostly just little minor changes to smooth over some flaws?
ty for asking, and I apologize in advance for how long this got lol.
tbh I think my ideal, if not realistic, Berserk adaptation is one that just goes ‘fuck it’ and throws out most of the story lol. Starts with Black Swordsman, ends with Femto lowering his hand and letting Guts escape - well more specifically, on this panel:
Like that is a perfect final shot imho.
(Also I might mirror it with the opening shot. Like I wouldn’t open on Guts fucking an apostle lmao, I don’t actually dislike that opening but it doesn’t fit this theoretical adaption. So how about we open on a long shot of Black Swordsman Guts surrounded by the ghosts he’s fighting, that mimics this?)
Ooh I might also… I might stick the Lost Children arc in between Snake Man and Count Slug. Ugggh there are some logistical issues to untangle there, but I really, really want Jill/Rosine Guts/Griffith parallels, and I want ghosts taunting Guts about becoming a monster like his friend. Subtlety is for cowards. Oh except we wouldn’t’ve seen Femto yet so that wouldn’t work. Well, “like him” then instead of “like your friend.” There now it’s foreshadowing 2 ways.
the climax of the story is the moment of sacrifice because there’s no Eclipse rape, Casca dies shortly after Judeau, and Guts’ horror at being sacrificed by Griffith is the emotional low point. Potentially no gtsca either if I can figure out a way to incorporate Guts’ stupid dream speech somewhere else. Maybe it can be a flashback during the Wyald fight, which I’d keep incidentally, sans attempted rape, w/ Guts talking to Erica. Actually yeah that would be perfect and immediately tie Guts’ “dream” of fighting stronger and stronger enemies with fighting monsters lol, meaning I could bypass Guts’ post Eclipse war declaration that draws that comparison more explicitly.
Boom, Berserk is now a nice little self-contained tragic story about two dudes each becoming solitary monsters because they abandoned each other for abstract dreams, and threw aside the potential for true emotional healing (relationships) for shallow coping mechanisms (swords/dreams). Uhhh, also Puck is cut. Sorry Puck, ilu but you’re a ray of hope that ruins the vibe here.
And finally since this is my ideal adaptation, the subtext between Guts and Griffith is text. They don’t actually fuck or kiss, because that would avert the Eclipse, but… hm how do you make it clear that they want to fuck but are too repressed to do it and that’s what ruins everything? Okay well Griffith’s torture chamber monologue includes “love” a la the anime dub, and maybe “desire” or “need” to completely remove that ambiguity desperately maintained in the minds of straight people. And Guts… I don’t know that I can go textual lol. The only point in the story he can possibly recognize his own feelings is chapter 71.
Ooh I got it. Just include “at that time he shone before me as something beautiful, noble, and larger than life” after the Count’s backstory lmao. Do you really need more? Well, maybe “he shone before me as something larger than life - noble, and… beautiful.” Or just cut to the chase completely: “At that time, he shone before me as something beautiful, noble, and larger-than-life. I loved him.”
OKAY all that said I feel like this wasn’t really what you’re asking lol since you mentioned a complete adaption. So okay assuming there are no huge major changes to the content or structure of the story, here’s a (stupidly long, like only read this if you for some reason enjoy seeing me ramble for days about minute details lmao) list of some more minor things I’d want to change:
I’d start with the Black Swordsman arc and continue as the manga goes. Yes, in this one Guts still fucks an apostle. This is right before the credits, and it’s depicted as badass and cool. In fact, I might actually split the scene with the credits - start the opening sequence right after Guts blows her up, and resume on this shot with more of a sombre tone:
Like okay that would be pretty cheesy lol, but this is the Black Swordsman arc. It’s supposed to be a little campy, and really unsubtle, and this seems like a fun way of highlighting this little tonal shift.
Relatedly, I would not acknowledge the fact that most people watching already know where it’s going. I would maintain the integrity of the first arc in starting off with Guts as an apparent cool badass and then tearing that down, as well as keeping Griffith’s identity and Guts’ motivation a mystery in theory, and making the Count’s backstory the climax of this arc in a revelatory sense, rather than in an action sense.
To get more general, no fanservice for straight dudes. no one’s tits are randomly out, and when they are they’re drawn realistically and subject to the laws of gravity. casca’s clothes don’t get torn all the time, rosine’s got full moth fuzz coverage, farnese is wearing a shirt when guts takes her hostage and if we need self-flagellation (and tbh I wouldn’t necessarily cut it) it can be in a flashback, etc. Oh except Slan I guess. Her whole character is fanservice so w/e I’ll allow it.
not every woman is in love with and solely motivated by a dude. skip the queen’s completely unnecessary reveal that she was in love with julius, skip casca’s “I lived my life with the intent of sacrificing myself on my unrequited feelings for griffith” bullshit, skip sonia’s crush on neogriffith, skip tf out of schierke’s crush on guts, skip the random period of incest-y bdsm-y vibes in Farnese and Serpico’s backstory that adds nothing lol, skip the suggestions that Farnese is jealous of Casca’s history with Guts, etc
also most sexual assault scenes are cut. Casca is running for her life during the 100 man fight, not from attempted rapists. Wyald does not assault Casca, Farnese is not almost raped by a fucking horse, we chill out a bit on the sexual torture in every bg scene during the conviction arc jfc, Casca’s multiple assaults during that arc are cut, troll rape is cut, you get the point.
I’ll keep Adon’s shitty threats tho bc i feel like some violent misogyny is necessary if i’m not changing everything, but I’d completely lose the comic relief vibe he gets and make Casca’s fight with him properly epic and satisfying. The movie did this a bit better imo, but I’d really remove Adon’s whole boastful loser schtick. That might disappoint some fans, but idc Casca deserves to kill someone who is actually kind of a badass.
There’s a lot of bullshit around gtsca that I’m torn between wanting to cut, and instead wanting to just depict very negatively. Like would it be better if instead of Casca shyly asking Guts how she looks in a dress she just complained about the dress being uncomfortable, ie we completely cut that burgeoning “soft side” bs?
Or would it be better if she still asked him how she looks, then we call back to that moment when she gets awkward about her scars before sex, we keep Judeau musing on how she’s showing a soft side, we call back to that when he tells Guts to save her from leadership, we tie it all together when Guts asks Casca to leave with him, and bring it home by making it abundantly clear that Casca moving from being Griffith’s sword to Guts’ sword is not a positive change.
Like highlight everything negative about it - Guts being a huge dick, the ominous undertone when he invites her along (like cue the creepy cello music when they kiss right before we shift to monsters and behelits lol), all the parallels between him and Griffith wrt their dreams, Guts telling Casca to fuck off while he fights Wyald, maybe even add a moment where Casca actually reflects on how she’s left out of all the dream/equals bullshit and what that says about their priorities and how they see her. Might be a nice lead up to her telling Guts to leave to pursue his dream and be Griffith’s equal.
also maybe show that judeau is wrong about casca being better off away from the hawks? ugh there’s so much that would have to be reworked with her narrative. like if she still has to attempt suicide, again can we ditch the lead up about how it’s because she has an unrequited crush on griffith and just keep it about the fact that she hasn’t slept in a week and she’s on the run and her hawks keep dying and griffith is being tortured and she just stabbed guts and she’s had a very difficult year?
and like, maybe she leapt to accept Guts’ ‘come with me’ offer because she’s exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, but are you kidding me? While Guts gets an entire narrative arc about abandoning his found family, Casca doesn’t even think about it for a moment before agreeing to ditch them? Can we maybe have some indication about how she feels about the Hawks as a family, maybe some reflection about why she would choose to leave, maybe some second thoughts about it after the Wyald fight when it becomes abundantly clear what her role would be while Guts pursues his dream, like god she’s such a pawn of the narrative, I hate it. Give her some real reasons for doing stuff!
ANYWAY moving on
like the movie, I’d give charlotte more agency in the sex scene w/ griffith, I liked her asking him to stay and moving his hand to her tit herself. I probably would not actually make griffith so out of it though - i enjoyed that in the movie but I don’t necessarily consider it in-character. The way he went from literally crying in the rain to smiling and making charming jokes as soon as Charlotte opened the window in the manga honestly makes perfect sense to me lol. Just uh, make Charlotte into it from the start because there’s zero reason for her not to be other than bad misogynistic cliches?
Also I feel like there’s a balance to be struck between depicting het sex as dude sticks his dick in, woman somehow has a good time a la the manga vs making guts and griffith competent at foreplay and oral a la the movies lol. Like maybe depict the sex scenes as the bad sex they are but Charlotte still feels closer to Griffith afterwards despite not coming from a dude fucking her while thinking about another dude and like, just keep Casca telling Guts he was obviously a virgin afterwards lol.
I guess we’re stuck with the Eclipse rape, but it happens mostly off screen and in close, telling but non-explicit details, like yk, big clawed hand holding a wrist, Casca’s eyes squeezed shut, Femto’s hand on the small of her back (I’m thinking a reversed call back to the wagon scene w/ that to suggest Femto’s motivation being a show of power tbqh). Some would be from Casca’s pov, with maybe one brief moment from Guts’ pov as he loses an eye or something. Keep the movie’s visual reference to Griffith saving her. No pornographic angles. No apostle rape prelude to it. Casca doesn’t have an orgasm. Femto doesn’t stare at Guts. It’s not about Guts at all for either of them, it’s about Femto taking Griffith’s fucked up relationship to sex and expressing it monstrously, and it’s about Casca being betrayed and symbolically negating the agency she fought for since Griffith threw her a sword. Guts’ reaction is horror and fear, not manly heroic outrage. He might still rip off his arm to attack Femto, but that would be because that’s always his reaction to whatever scares him, not for Casca’s sake. Might have to contextualize that with flashbacks to his childhood, or at the very least strong visual parallels to both his childhood and the Zodd + Wyald fights.
I want to cut the fetus, replace it with like a cronenburg-y fucked up dog-like demon in the Black Swordsman arc - not as a literal version of the Beast of Darkness, but just as a metaphor for how Guts’ inner darkness is twisting him into a pathetic asshole lol. But tbh cutting the fetus is a logistical nightmare because Casca needs magic protection during the Conviction arc. So idk. But NGriff doesn’t need it, and his narrative would be more engaging without that scapegoat. Fuck emotional ambiguity, I just want to drop the news that NGriff has feelings, and then not change anything else about his narrative. The themes of isolation and loneliness threaded throughout would just shine through lol it would be great.
I would emphasize the shit out of the Beast of Darkness/Femto parallels. Yeah Guts would still assault Casca in my adaption too. If the Eclipse rape happens, that has to happen because the point is that Guts’ inner darkness is the same. But like, I’d cut the page where beast of darkness guts bites her head off while raping her. Also I’d keep the visual parallel to the Eclipse rape (the v similarly depicted kisses) and add another from Casca’s point of view, or have her flashback then instead of just staying in Guts’ head.
as for the fallout, I’d give Guts a proper scene where he sees himself as a monster, like damn he got more of a self-reflective and telling reaction that time he accidentally killed a random kid, we should get something when he sexually assaults Casca. but overall I’d focus way more on Casca being afraid of him now rather than his mopey guilt. I would also… I mean god this should be addressed in the fact that Guts fucking wears the Berserk armour all the time lol. Like one second he’s all, “omg Flora can put a magic seal on my brand that’ll depower my magical evil jiminy cricket wolf and hopefully prevent me from raping and murdering Casca, that’s great!” and the next second he’s all, “omg magic armour I can wear that will enable me to kill everything with the side effect of superpowering my inner evil wolf and turning on my companions? sign me the fuck up I’m sure nothing bad could possibly happen with that.”
Like what I’m saying is I’d either make Guts a lot more reluctant to use the armour and take Skull Knight’s warnings seriously and genuinely reflect on the fact that mysterious magical children have to prevent him from murdering his friends over and over again, or I’d draw attention to this idiocy and fully commit to Guts as a dumbass hypocrite blithely walking down the path to more tragedy of his own making. and probably the latter based on where the story is likely to be headed lol.
in the lost children arc, I’d give Rosine’s mother more of a role as a good parent who Rosine has a loving relationship with, who tried and failed to stop her father’s abuse or something, because honestly I love the Peekaf story and I find Rosine’s regret at the end as she tries to fly home v powerful, but I hate the idea that she regrets sacrificing her abusive father so maybe this way I can split the difference.
and Jill’s ending where she goes home to endure abuse would be depicted much more darkly.
like straight up I’d depict Jill flying with Rosine as a truly beautiful moment, I would show that Jill has the potential to fulfill Rosine in a way her neverland kidnapping bullshit can’t and that yes, if Jill stayed with Rosine everything might actually work out and with Jill’s influence the whole land of the elves thing could be reworked into less of a nightmare and more of a haven lol. And Guts would absolutely be depicted as fully monstrous in comparison, ruining both these kids’ lives. Like, no ambiguity, no suggestion that Jill learned an important lesson about living with abuse lmao, no implication that Rosine brought her tragic end on herself by not being a good enough child abuse victim, just Guts sowing tragedy wherever he goes.
I have no idea how to deal with the conviction arc in general lol, specifically the ultra cynical tone the actual narrative seems to take. Like, the Black Swordsman arc was idealistic compared to the Conviction arc, they clash badly imo. Extremely badly. Like it’s a giant mess. It’s like
Black Swordsman Guts: fuck everyone who dies because they weren’t strong enough to deal with my existence. *turns and wipes away a tear* *lets a zombie kid stab him* *evokes pity from puck*Conviction Guts: fuck everyone who dies because they weren’t strong enough to deal with my existence. *poses with his sword in one hand and the rescued love interest in the other* *the crowd cheers* *luca nods sagely*
yk it’s just… awkward. It’s hard to mitigate through like, film choices yk, because a lot of it is due to the circumstances. Guts telling Puck innocent people are just ants under his feet is much different than Guts refusing to let the big bad kill Casca by telling him that tens of thousands of people can and should die because they pray too much lmao, no matter what music plays in the background. Guts’ attitude is the same, the narrative’s attitude is contradictory.
Maybe I could make Guts less of a dick and cut a lot of those cynical moments? Not really call attention to the fact that Guts is effectively sacrificing tens of thousands of refugees for Casca, or more accurately, for his own desire to feel like a hero since he isn’t even the one who saves Casca, he got distracted trying to fight the fake Godhand.
Or lol maybe I’ll just have Isidro point that out in like, a smug way. Maybe I’ll have NeoGriffith personally thank him for his contribution to his resurrection. I mean I really want to call this questionable shit into question, yk? Not to declare Guts wrong for wanting to save Casca, but to declare his cavalier idgaf attitude a big problem that has consequences. Which would actually tie in nicely with emphasizing Guts’ dumbassery in brushing off Skull Knight’s warnings about the armour and insisting it’s nbd. lol I really hope this is what Miura’s going for, just more subtlely.
Actually I wonder if I could get away with cutting Isidro out entirely. Anyone could’ve saved Casca there.
Oh I’d cut the hell out of a lot of Guts’ fight scenes in the MF arc, and if I could possibly get away with it I’d cut out everything on the beach after Skull Knight’s ominous warning. Like this might end up being the Griffith show for a while because Guts’ half is a fucking slog. And of course I’d cut the entire boat trip. They get on a boat, they get off a boat, the end.
Okay I need to stop somewhere. I’m ignoring a lot of later stuff because it’s so dependent on where the story’s going now that Casca is awake etc. Like eg the Moonlight Boy. Can I cut him? Give him a more ominous tone? Emphasize the saccharine tone he evokes for the sake of pulling the rug out from under the audience later? Will I be forced to make huge changes anyway because I can’t stand where the story ended up going? Idk it depends.
If I could tho I’d definitely cut Magnifico, Isidro, Ivalera, mermaid… like Farnese, Serpico, and Schierke are the only characters on Guts’ side who contribute to the story in a meaningful way. And without Isidro Puck could again too.
Oooh yk one thing that might be nice would be framing Farnese as the main protagonist of Guts’ half of the story during the MF arc. Just focus on her, show more stuff from her perspective, cut down a lot of fights but keep her digression back home, maybe give her some additional content that explores her character shift better, show her struggling more with her own inner darkness a bit when she first joins and give her some character beats as she slowly grows more comfortable with Casca, maybe put her backstory chapters in the first episode of a new season (a great season ender would be Guts walking away from the Hill of Swords js), etc.
lmao god I feel like I could keep going forever. sorry this is so meandering but ty for giving me the opportunity to go on and on about this. Is there anything you’d really like to change yourself?
#ask#a#b#Anonymous#anyway jsyk the part before the cut is kind of its own separate thing so if you click this and decide it's too long to read#there's always just the first part lol#theme: adaption#theme: critique#theme: opinion
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Unwavering (Ignis x Reader)
for the anony who requested iggy angst!!! with the following prompts:
#2: “Not you again”
#3: “Why do you hate me?”
#34: “I don’t deserve to be loved”
actually nonnie just said i could choose from either of the three but lol i am a Greedy Bitch™ who wants Validation from online strangers so i integrated all of the prompts (((they all worked out for the piece anyway hehehe)))
i worked on this nonstop bc idk i wanna make y’all happy with requests!! ironic bc this has some angst but uh.... i’m a sucker for happy endings so don’t worry everyone is happy in the end yay!!!!!!
(((thank you also to everyone who has sent love for The Way to a Man’s Heart like wow??? i thought it was shitty but a lot of y’all seemed to like it so thank u very much for being such darling angels mwah))))
here’s a more developed piece because i wanted to explore some character growth for iggy and his devotion to the throne whoop
word count: 5.8k+, unrequited feelings bc i LIVE FOR THIS SHIT, angst maybe, spoilers for ffxv
Ignis Scientia was a man known for many things. To those who frequented the Citadel, he was known as the young retainer of Prince Noctis. To some of the staff serving the royal family, Ignis was known for having a magic touch when it came to the kitchen. To his peers, the young man was regarded as hardworking, refined, and immaculately patient.
He had to be, if he was dealing with the stubborn prince, after all.
But, if there was one thing Ignis Scientia wasn’t known for, it was for losing his composed front in public. You, however, were an exception.
As a relative of Prince Noctis, you were a frequent — though not necessarily unwelcome — presence at the Citadel. Every summer, without fail, you would pay a visit to your “Uncle Reggie” — who would always welcome you with “the best hug in all of Eos” — and play with your cousin Noctis.
Though not much for socializing, Noctis — for the most part, at least — often looked forward to your visits, if only because you could get him out of his tutoring sessions and other princely obligations. “I have to go entertain the princess,” he would say whenever you arrived. “Duty calls.”
Having Noctis avoid his lectures was a headache enough for Ignis on any normal day, but with you in the picture? It was nothing short of a nightmare for the young Scientia.
You were hard-headed (more so than Noct, which was a feat in itself), obnoxiously loud, and awfully careless in a palace such as the Citadel. Noctis would argue that you “lit up the place” with your endless supply of energy, but if Ignis were to be frank, he thought you were a bit too much for him.
Though you had no bearing on the throne, you were still royalty under the Lucis Caelum line. Thus, as a member of House Scientia, Ignis was bound to you regardless of how often you got on his nerves.
Which was pretty often, and you weren’t even at the Citadel for the entirety of the year.
“Hi, Iggy!” you chirped at him during one of your summer stay-ins at the Citadel. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Not you again,” Ignis muttered under his breath. Time and time again, he couldn’t fathom what it was about you that grated on his nerves. Was it the lack of control in the volume of your voice whenever you called at him? Was it how reckless you ran around the Citadel, thus posing as a threat to the many valuables that decorated the palace? Or was it simply because Ignis had merely accepted Noctis as his sole responsibility, and so the added weight of you in the picture only placed more pressure over his delicate shoulders?
Whatever it was, Ignis had to remind himself to retain his cool composure, lest you throw a tantrum and cause an even bigger ruckus at the Citadel.
“What was that?”
Ignis cleared his throat. “Nothing.” Adjusting his glasses, he regarded you coolly with a nod. “How may I help you, Princess?”
You beamed, thoroughly basking in the royal retainer’s attention. “Sleepy Boy’s taking his royal nap, and I’m bored! Wanna play with me?”
“I’m sorry, Princess, but I’ll have to decline,” Ignis replied. “I have other things I must attend to.”
“But-“
“You can wait for Prince Noctis in the gardens, if you’d like. I hear the lavenders are blooming this time of the year.”
“Ig-“
“I’ll see you at supper. Good day.”
With his back turned to you, Ignis had failed to notice the tears welling up in your eyes that day.
*
Despite the fact that Ignis was only a year older than you, his poise and elegance made you feel like you were always lightyears behind him. It was due to this that you looked up to him a lot — a confession you had confided in Noctis many times during your yearly visits.
“How does Iggy do it, Noct?” you had asked after the festivities for your 10th birthday had wrapped up. You had opted to celebrate the day with your favorite people (“Sleepy Boy and Iggy! Oh, and you too, Uncle Reggie!”), and in the aftermath of the festivities, you and the prince were sprawled on his bed, too worn out to even bother getting changed into sleepwear.
Glancing at you from his handheld gaming device, Noctis asked, “Do what?”
“Do everything!” you cried, flopping down next to your best friend. “He’s only one year ahead of me, but he seems so much more…”
“Ancient?”
“No!” You whacked Noctis on the head, earning you a snort from the prince. “More mature! Iggy is so mature! I wanna be like him someday.”
“I dunno (Name), being Iggy doesn’t seem like a lot of fun.”
You frowned, brows furrowing at Noctis’ comment. “Why not?”
“He’s always doing stuff that the adults do. All the boring things.”
“Isn’t he allowed to hang out with us and take a break?”
“He is,” Noctis insisted. “But he’s always acted more like mom to me than anything. I’ve never really seen him slack off. Not even once.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah.”
*
The next year, you made it a point to visit Noctis much earlier than your usual scheduled arrival in the summer. You had wanted to surprise Ignis on his birthday, and that was exactly what you did when you showed up at the Citadel several months earlier than expected.
“Hi, Iggy!” You wrapped your arms around him in greeting, ignoring how stiff he was at your embrace. “Happy birthday!”
“What are you doing here?” was all that came out of his mouth, but you were more focused on commemorating his birthday than dwelling on his lackluster response.
“I’m here to celebrate your birthday!” you replied happily, shoving a small box into his hands. “Sorry it’s only store-bought, but all the other cakes I tried to bake kinda… deflated, heh.”
Ignis offered a short bow. “I appreciate the sentiment, Princess, but I have a meeting to attend to.” He handed the box back into your grasp almost apologetically. “You can share that with Noct. I’m sure he will enjoy it immensely.” Turning on his heels, he nodded at you before offering a few more words. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”
And with that, he left you there, standing dumbfounded with a box of cake in your hands and a hurt heart in your chest.
*
When it was time for you to enter high school, you became a permanent fixture at the Citadel. At this age, Ignis had already grown accustomed to your rambunctious personality, though that wasn’t to say he particularly sought out your company on his own accord. He liked to think that he simply tolerated your presence.
You always wished he liked you more, though, especially with your growing feelings for him.
“No fair, Noct!” you whined. “Now that I get to stay here at the Citadel, you’re gonna go and leave me to find a place of your own?”
The prince rolled his eyes at your antics. “I’ve been stuck here all my life, (Name). Don’t you think it’s about time that I at least get some time away from home?” You pouted at him, which only caused Noctis to chuckle. “Don’t dwell on it too much. We still have a year together before I’m off to high school anyway.”
You sighed dramatically. “At least I’ll have Iggy all to myself while you’re gone.”
“Well,” he drawled, “not exactly.”
Your groan sounded more exaggerated than the norm. “He’s gonna trail after you even when you’re away?” you complained, crossing your arms in frustration. “How am I going to get to use my womanly charms on him now?”
Noctis blanched. “Hey, it’s not like I asked him to dote on me. And since when have you been a woman?”
“Since puberty, you dweeb!” You made a motion to smack him on the head, but after years of training, the prince’s reflexes were much quicker now. You made no comment on his fast movements, but you were definitely impressed — and a little proud — by how much Noctis had grown over the years.
“Really?” As proud as you were of Noctis, you had to admit that the smirk on his face was still a little annoying. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Loser.”
“Brat.”
“Says the Sleepy Boy who gets cranky whenever he misses his nap.”
“I’ll have you know that we all need sleep to function properly.”
“Not in excess like you do, Sleepy Boy.”
And thus commenced a wrestling match between you and Noctis, your bitterness over his impending absence — and the lack of Ignis’ company, no less — long forgotten at the back of your mind.
*
High school was not what you thought it would be.
As a member of the royal family — never mind the fact that you weren’t even interested in inheriting the throne, nor were you even technically eligible to take over after King Regis, especially with Noctis having been groomed as the heir since his youth — many of your schoolmates flocked to you without any regard for your personal space.
Ignis had presumed you would have thrived in the spotlight, as revelling in people’s attention was something he had seen you enjoy during your many summers at the Citadel. It thus came as a surprise when, on what he was told was your first day in high school, you came knocking at his apartment door, looking rattled and frightened.
“Hi, Iggy,” you greeted shakily, your eyes lacking the usual mirth Ignis had always seen you carry. It was rather unnerving, having you suddenly show up at his doorstep looking all sullen and downcast. “Sorry for coming here unannounced. I didn’t know where to go, a-and…”
Your voice began to crack. Ignis was alarmed by the sudden manifestation of tears in your eyes; in all his years of watching over both you and Noctis, he had never been privy to your teardrops, so this was a sight that clenched at his heart rather unexpectedly.
“Please, come in.” He ushered you into his home, gingerly leading you to sit on the nearby sofa. “Tea?” he offered quietly, being careful not to aggravate your already bleak mood.
You shook your head. “No thanks. Can… can you just… stay here for a bit? With me?”
With the way you were looking at him so pleadingly — desperately — Ignis knew he wouldn’t be able to decline your request even if he wanted to.
What Ignis found rather odd, however, was that he didn’t want to deny you of your wish.
It had been a good while since the Royal Adviser last saw you. While he still wasn’t particularly fond of you, per se, his patience at least grew the older he became, and with it came a more formidable tolerance for your presence. He had a duty to the Lucis Caelum line — and in effect, to you — and he would stick to this commitment to the end of the line.
Today, though… today was decidedly different. For the very first time, he was seeing you not as a member of the royal family, but simply as you were: a young, vulnerable girl seeking comfort in his familiarity.
The two of you stayed there for the remainder of the evening. Not talking. Not touching. But you were together, and that was all you needed.
*
Ignis later found out from Noctis that your… episode on your first day of high school revealed your intolerance for crowds, especially with the likes of fanatic, hormonal teenagers — who wanted nothing but to rub elbows with royalty — swarming you left and right.
You had kept to yourself for the remainder of your high school life, but ever since that unforeseen visit to Ignis’, you noticed a drop in students harassing you on campus.
You liked to think that a certain Royal Adviser had something to do with the shift in treatment from your schoolmates.
Ignis never said anything about it. He deemed it unnecessary that you be aware of his involvement with campus officials and the warning words he had uttered regarding your safety and well-being.
You were his responsibility, after all.
*
A few days before Noctis was set to leave for Altissia, you decided to throw a party in celebration of not just his engagement, but your new assignment in Accordo as well. The small get-together — which consisted of you, Noctis, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto — was mostly for your own enjoyment. You were being sent off to Altissia ahead of Noctis’ departure, so it would be a while before you would get to see your favorite people again.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just wait a while and come with us, (Name),” Prompto commented with a pout. “We’re all going the same direction anyway.”
You shrugged. “As they say: duty calls.” Taking a swig of your drink, you gestured for Gladio to pour more wine into your glass. “Besides, we’ll see each other soon enough. Don’t worry about it.”
“I think you should slow down on the drinks, (Name).” Noctis attempted to swipe your wine glass from your grasp, but just like the prince, your own reflexes had also improved over time. “Don’t want you hungover on the trip to Accordo tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fiiine,” you sang, leaning onto Gladio for support. “Live a little, Noct-Noct!”
“Prince Charmless is right,” Gladio said as he attempted to steady your swaying form. “Drink too much and you might fall asleep waiting for your boat.”
You scoffed. “If anyone’s falling asleep, it’ll be Sleepy Boy over here.” You poked Noctis on the nose, causing him to scrunch up his face almost reflexively. “You better not fall asleep before your wedding, Noct. Can’t keep sweet ol’ Luna waiting too long. She’ll be expecting a proper prince waiting for her at the altar!”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“We don’t have enough time for that,” Ignis deadpanned, causing the rest of your party to erupt in laughter.
As the night dwindled, your group fell into a comfortable silence. Noctis was already dozing off, while Gladio and Prompto were in their little corner, with the former teaching the blond a few “tricks” up his sleeve on how to “charm the women.”
That left you with Ignis.
“Hey, Iggy,” you called softly. “Could I talk to you for a minute? In private?”
Ignis was in the middle of taking Noctis’ glass from him — as his charge was bound to lose his grip on the drink, what with him going in and out of slumber — when you asked for him. “Certainly,” he said, and the two of you wandered off a little ways away from your friends.
“Can you believe it?” Your words broke the quiet between you and Ignis, the moon and stars serving as your spotlight. “Who would have thought that our Noct would go and get himself hitched? And to the Oracle, at that! I never even dreamed that he would be the first of us to get engaged, let alone start his way towards married life.”
“Indeed.” Ignis adjusted his glasses, a habit of his you had grown fond of over the years. “Granted, the engagement was brought on by the treaty, but regardless, it’s certainly enough reason to celebrate.”
You nodded in agreement. “Definitely.”
“So what was it you wanted to discuss, Princess?”
You felt yourself grow warm even beyond the effects of the alcohol in your system. Under Ignis’ intense stare, you couldn’t help but fidget a bit. The Royal Adviser had grown all the more refined in the past couple of years, making him even more attractive than he already was to begin with.
Not only did he now tower over you with his height, his jawline became more chiseled, giving him a sharper and much more striking face. You also took notice of how much his shoulders had broadened, providing him with a much more masculine build.
Simply put, Ignis Scientia was a work of art. That’s all there really was to it.
“I…” You gulped nervously. “There was something I wanted to tell you before I left.”
“Yes?”
It was now or never. “I… I love you, Ignis. I’m in love with you.”
You shut your eyes almost immediately, too scared of what Ignis’ reaction would be. Had you kept your eyes open, you would have registered the shock on his face. There were tellings of tenderness around his eyes at your confession, but you remained blissfully unaware as you waited with bated breath for his response.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity too long, Ignis spoke. “This is…”
“… yes…?”
“This is highly improper.”
Your stomach fell at his words, eyes opening in shock. “What… what do you mean?” Already, you could feel the tears threatening to make their appearance, but you willed yourself not to let them escape. Not yet. Not until he explained himself.
“What I mean is that you must dismiss this nonsense at once, Princess.”
“Nonsense?” you croaked, hurt by how savagely Ignis was taking this. “How is this nonsense? I love you, Ignis!”
The sharp glare Ignis had sent you that day would be burned into your mind forever. “No, you don’t. You’re not mature enough to know what you’re talking about, (Name).”
“And you are?” Though your tone was scathing, the stray tears that managed to leak from your eyes betrayed you. “I know you’re smarter than me, Ignis, but I’m not that far behind you in age.”
“What you manage to keep up in age speaks nothing of your wisdom, Princess.” He looked away from you, the deep frown seemingly aging him beyond his years. “You’re not in love with me. You’re drunk.”
“Stop calling me that!” you snapped, rubbing at your eyes furiously. What was going on with Ignis? Your gentle, sweet, patient Iggy? “Don’t tell me what I feel, Ignis! I’m sober enough to know what it is that I feel for you, and it’s love! I love you! Why can’t you accept that?”
“Why can’t you accept rejection when you see it, Princess?”
You fell silent at his remark. The tears were flowing freely now, and you did nothing to conceal them any longer. Defeatedly, with your voice barely over a whisper, you uttered, “Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t-“
“You do,” you asserted tearfully. “You’ve never liked me. Even when we were kids, you’ve always hated me, Iggy.”
“Princess…”
“But me?” You laughed mockingly, the chuckles being drowned by your overpowering sorrow. “I’ve always loved you.”
That was the last Ignis saw of you, for the next time you met, his eyes could comprehend nothing but darkness.
His only regret was having your heartbroken face — from pain that he had been the source of — as his final memory of your time together before everything fell apart.
*
Several things revolved around Ignis’ mind as he processed the loss of his eyesight. What use was he now if he couldn’t even see his prince? Would he ever be able to cope? How was Noctis handling the passing of Lunafreya?
No matter what he thought of, though, you continued to remain at the fore of his mind.
He wondered where you were now. After that night, you had left for Accordo very early in the morning. Ignis had failed to see you off, as did the rest of his companions, Noctis included. It was as if you had made it a point to avoid all of them on the day of your departure.
He couldn’t blame you if you were avoiding him specifically, especially after how badly he had handled your confession.
The silver lining in your prompt expedition to Accordo was the fact that you were safe from the fall of Insomnia. Ignis at least had that to tide his worries over for the time being, though it did nothing to ease the gaping hole in his heart at his actions from your final conversation.
He had attempted to contact you countless times during the duration of his travel to Altissia with Noctis and the rest of their party. In spite of his efforts, you were adamant in rejecting his calls, though this was of no surprise to Ignis. Noctis, Prompto, and even Gladio had tried calling you as well — and they were especially consistent after they caught wind of Niflheim’s betrayal — but they were always redirected to either the dial tone or your voice mail.
You were simply unreachable.
“I pray that you are safe, Princess,” Ignis whispered softly into the air as he wobbled off the edge of his bed. He reached out for his walking stick, feeling the frustration of everything that had occurred become incredibly overwhelming. “There is so much I have left unsaid.”
*
“I told him not to fall asleep before his wedding.” Though your message was said in jest, your watery voice was telling enough of the grief you felt. “But did he listen? Of course he didn’t. That stupid Sleepy Boy.”
“Yeah.” Prompto chuckled sadly, wiping a tear from his eye. “That’s Noct for ya.”
“He’ll be back soon,” Gladio said, though the waver in his confidence was painfully obvious. “Or I’ll bring him here myself.”
You sniffed and turned towards the one who had remained silent during your tearful reunion. “And what about you, Iggy? I swear to the Astrals above, you really spoil Noct too much. Now look where it got you!”
Ignis frowned, expecting a comment or two on his eyesight. Or rather, his lack thereof. You were sure to offer pity for his handicap. In fact, he even expected you to mock him as a means of retaliating over the hurt he had lashed out on you that fateful night. It wasn’t even that long ago when you went your separate ways, and yet, it felt almost as if decades had come and gone since then.
He would have accepted any form of punishment from you, really, so long as it would mean he could obtain your forgiveness once and for all.
But, it seemed some things never did change, including the way you had never failed to render Ignis speechless and catch him off guard. What you said next made his cheeks burn — a sensation he never thought he would ever be able to feel anymore, particularly at this point in time when everything seemed bleak and hopeless.
“Look at what you’ve done to yourself.” Your voice was so sweet and so gentle, it made Ignis want to cry. The delicate graze of your fingers over his damaged face made him shiver in delight. “Not to worry. Scars or no, you’re still a work of art to me, Iggy!” Lowering your voice enough for just the two of you to hear, you murmured, “I’ll always love you no matter what.”
Everyone thought Ignis broke down into a heaping mess in your arms as his way of grieving for Noctis, but what no one knew was that he was crying over the love you still held for him even after all this time.
*
With the lack of communication between the two of you since your disappearance, Ignis had barely held onto any hope of possibly finding you again.
And yet, here you were, safe and sound with the rest of civilization at Lestallum. Not only did you look well — rather, you sounded well to Ignis’ ears, at the very least — you had even welcomed him into your loving embrace.
He knew he was entirely undeserving of your kindness and affection, especially with the memory of how he treated you still haunting him, but he allowed himself this momentary reprieve of selfishness. Just this once, Ignis gave himself this small window of putting his own needs before anyone else’s.
He needed you, and here you were, ready and waiting to catch him at any given moment.
“Shh, Iggy, you’re okay,” you cooed into his ears that night. At that very moment, Ignis knew he could go on — blind or otherwise — so long as he had you to lead him through the darkness.
Had you always sounded this angelic, or was his improved hearing warping his memory of your voice?
Or, could it be that he was hearing you not through brand new ears due to his lack of vision, but through the new development of his endearment towards his princess?
“You’re safe, Iggy, you’re safe,” you repeated like a mantra as you soothed his distress with your presence alone. You combed your fingers through his tresses as he held onto you desperately, not ready to face reality just yet. “We’re here. You’re not alone, Iggy. We’re here. We can do this.”
Ignis knew that you, too, were crying as well. He caught the soft whimpers that were scattered between your warm assurances. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to be strong enough for the two of you for the time being.
Here, in your arms, he was safe, and he wasn’t ready to let go of the safety you provided just yet.
*
None of you addressed Ignis’ breakdown that night. It was a breakthrough for sure, but if Ignis chose not to bring it up, then neither were any of you going to forcefully pick at the wound he had opted to bury.
With both Noctis and Lunafreya absent, darkness surged into the everyday. Ignis, ironically, was one of the first to adjust into this nightmare of a world. He had lost his vision a little before the darkness took over, after all, so the lack of daylight didn’t make much of a difference to him.
What did make a difference was your constant companionship.
Ignis had yet to formally discuss that dreadful night before your trip to Accordo. He owed you more than an apology at this point, and yet, he kept mum, faltering at each opportunity whenever you greeted him with that sunny disposition of yours.
“How do you do it, Princess?” Ignis had asked one day, nearly a year into this life of darkness.
“Do what, Iggy?”
“How have you kept your light so brilliant all this time?” He readjusted his grip on his walking stick as he felt you settle yourself next to him. “Not even Prompto has managed to remain this bright, and he has always been the most cheerful out of all of us.”
You slipped your hand into one of his gloved ones, giving it a squeeze before explaining, “Well, I gotta be the light for you, Iggy. It’s the least I can do while all of you are out there fighting to protect us.”
“But why me?”
“Why not you?”
“I don’t deserve your compassion, Princess.”
“Of course you do! What you don’t deserve is getting your eyesight taken from you, but you’ve always been the selfless one, so I guess I’ll let that slide.” You released his hand in order to caress his face. “You best believe Noct’s gonna get a whipping from me when I see him! He owes you big time.”
“He owes me nothing. I live in his servitude.”
“Well, I guess that’s always been the case, but still-“
“However, I do owe you an apology.”
“Huh?” Your light touches on his face halted. “An apology for what?”
“An apology for how I treated you that night before you left for Accordo,” Ignis explained, a hint of regret lining his words. “I handled the situation inappropriately, and I hurt you in the process.” He blindly reached out for your hands, and you met him halfway, offering your grasp in his shaky one. “For that, I beg for your forgiveness.”
“Iggy, it’s okay. I… I got over it a long time ago. I shouldn’t have sprung something so big on you before I left anyway.”
“Regardless, I am deeply remorseful for how I treated you that night, (Name). You did not deserve to have your feelings regarded so poorly, least of all by someone such as myself.”
Much like that night, silence enveloped the two of you for a few agonizing moments. Ignis sat there, waiting patiently for what you had to say. Eventually, you let out a sigh, leaning a little into his side.
“Can I ask you something then, Iggy?”
“Go ahead, Princess.”
“You… did you ever really…” You were struggling to find the right words. Ignis gave you the push you needed by wrapping his arm around you. “I always felt like you hated me, Iggy. Did you?”
His answer was instantaneous. “Never.”
“Then how come you were always so… how come you always gave me the cold shoulder?” You traced patterns into his thigh as you said this, and Ignis struggled to focus on your words more than the tantalizing feel of your touch. “I mean, I always knew your duty was to Noct, and I was never jealous about that or anything, but…” Another sigh. “Why is it that you were never really friendly with me? And why… why were you so adamant about shutting me down when I confessed to you that night?”
There it was. The hurdle Ignis had to face if he wanted to garner your forgiveness.
“Truth be told, Princess, I was young and naive, and I simply did not know how to handle two Nocts at once.”
“Hey! I object!” you exclaimed. It wasn’t long before your protests fell into a brief wave of giggles. “Yeah, we were a handful together, weren’t we?”
“I wasn’t always as wise as you thought me to be.”
“Still, you were pretty mature for your age. I always admired you for that.”
Ignis felt himself blush at your praise. “As for that night…” He took a deep breath before turning to you. With his lack of vision, Ignis tried to keep his gaze trained towards what he surmised were your eyes. “I… I was afraid, to be frank.”
“Afraid?”
“The very idea of having a member of the royal family hold a great deal of intimate fondness for me in such a manner was terrifying. I did not consider it to be appropriate for me to pursue any inklings of romance with you, especially with my obligations to Noct.”
It took you a few moments to process what he said. “I see.”
“Unfortunately, I was much too brash in my dismissal of your feelings. I was blinded by fear to even consider a possibility with you. You may think me mature, but at the time, I was anything but. I was frightened by the prospect of having to entertain my already conflicting feelings for you.”
Ignis’ voice began to falter, but he continued nevertheless. “Since then, I have lived in regret over my actions. If I had opted to voice my thoughts better, then perhaps we could have…” He shakily reached out for your face, surprised to feel wetness seeping into his gloves. “I am truly sorry. Please, please don’t cry, Princess.”
“S-sorry.” You hastily wiped away your tears, only for Ignis to beat you to it. Instead, you clung onto his hands, which cupped your face in a tender hold. “Sorry, hah. I guess I’m still an emotional mess, huh?”
“There is no need for apologies, Princess. You are sublime just the way you are.”
“Ignis, I…” Your grip tightened around his hands. “I still love you. I love you, Ignis. I love you.” You couldn’t help but cry now, the sound of your wails tearing into Ignis’ heart. “I-I’m-I’m sorry, you don’t have to reciprocate or anything. I just… I just wanted you to know that I never stopped. I never stopped loving you, Ignis.”
How? How had you remained so unwavering in your devotion to him even after he had hurt you so? He didn’t deserve you.
The look of sadness on Ignis’ face made your chest tighten painfully. “I don’t deserve to be loved. Not by you. Never by you.”
“Ignis, no-“
“You deserve everything, Princess,” he said brokenly. “I can’t give you anything. Not anymore.”
“Ignis,” you interjected, “I know you’re blind, but don’t you see? You are my everything. You always have been.”
Ever so gently, you pressed your lips to his, finally breaking through the last of the walls around his heart. To your utmost joy, Ignis gave in and matched your passion.
Propriety be damned, he at least deserved this one thing, didn’t he? His entire life had been dedicated to Noctis and the royal family. For once — just this once — he could let his guard down, could he not? Did he not deserve his own piece of joy as well?
Surely he was allowed to find a happily ever after with you, right?
Fervently, Ignis melted into your kiss, expressing all the dormant feelings he had suppressed over the years.
With his lips merely a whisper away, you murmured, “Will you say it, Ignis? Do you love me?”
“Always. Forever.” His lips sought yours in a frantic dance. “I love you.”
*
Noctis wanted to say he was surprised when he found you and Ignis, many years later, sporting matching bands on your left ring fingers. However, he knew such a union had been a long time coming, even before he was absorbed into the crystal.
“About time, Specs,” the prince — now king — said. He turned to you, gaze turning just a touch softer. “Your womanly charms worked, eh?”
“At least I made it down the aisle,” you quipped, though your damp eyes were evident even in the darkness. “You just dozed off, like I knew you would. You always were one to oversleep, Sleepy Boy.”
“Hey, I’m back now, aren’t I?”
“Better late than never, I suppose,” Ignis remarked with a small smile. “Good to have you back, Noct.”
“Good to be back. Did the princess behave while I was gone, Iggy?”
Your laugh was watery. “Are you forgetting that I’m older than you?”
“It’s only by a year, (Name).”
“That still means she has 365 days over you, buddy,” Prompto teased. “You’ve been gone so long that she’s eons ahead of you now.”
“You’re making it sound like (Name)’s an old granny,” Gladio said, giving Prompto a light punch on the shoulder.
“I will be in no time!” you joked. “Having Noct as family really ages you prematurely.”
“Tell me about it,” Ignis added, joining in on the banter.
“How’d you do it, Iggy?” Prompto asked, the air surrounding Hammerhead feeling lighthearted for once thanks to the return of Noctis. “How’d you survive looking after these two all this time and lived to tell the tale?”
Ignis’ gaze turned much warmer as he glanced in your direction. “Unwavering perseverance is a must in this job, Prompto. I’m only fortunate enough to have learned from the best.”
He might not have seen it, but Ignis could feel just how brilliant your smile was at that moment.
A smile that was reserved just for him. All for him.
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