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in this the year of our lord and savior i accepted Star Trek into my heart
look at me struggle to remember how to draw and use a fucking pen
#star trek#star trek aos#jim kirk#jim kirk aos#posting this here for y'all that appreciate the â¨processâ¨#its been a long time since ive regularly drawn on paper#its a real problem#the ctrl+z reliance is real#look at me just fucking#not be able to draw on most of the page#then wham bottom right turns out#do you like my notebook notes#iunno if everyone does this but i've had a long habit of writing notes all over my drawings#like my own lil commentary so that even if im not there to walk someone through looking at my art#you are still forced to hear my voice#in this case mostly me losing my mind at my hand to brain disconnect on how draw good#im here to like star trek wrong that's why it's aos jim#:)#artskls
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UGGH Maren maren I'm so excited to read this let me tell you. Going to give my play-by-play commentary.
So first off, I know I already gave some feedback on this cus I saw it in its early stages, but I just love this whole setup/vibe for young Maren. It feels very in-character for him to be the giant pokey dude with no one around him.
PUTTING OUT YOUR CIGARETTE ON HIM IS SO FUNNY OMFG and you know he'd be kinda in to that anyway from someone he's attracted to. also very fitting for him to be excited about a terrible pretzel, then get three of them.
"slightly garbled by his full mouth, which he does not hesitate to speak through" oh my god why is this so hot Maren I hate you. Also him insulting a band but also having a patch of it on his vest HES LITERALLY SO RELATABLE.
The lighter scene made me go OOHHH the SIZE DIFFERENCE I'm hooting and hollering. I hate/love how much I can relate to this reader lmao, I was the same way when I was in college--unable to do anything even if my mom couldn't even see it but desperately wishing I could just be myself. I wasn't as rebellious as them though, but god I wish I could've been.
The visual of sitting on Maren's flexed arm during a concert is truly adorable. Absolutely some shit he'd pull--if was sweatin he would never admit it haha. I enjoyed the bits of them enjoying the concert together, time spent together at a concert really feels like a different breed. Wish I'd been able to go to more when I was younger! The mosh scene was great too, reader kind of half trying to impress Maren but also just being genuinely curious and wanting to do it!!
Loved the detail of Maren finding perfect holes in reader's argument and them just being like WAIT. HES RIGHT? FUCK. Very Maren lmao, like I'd want to talk to him about my problems but I also think he'd make me cry (in a good way)
Him spreading the information about the band is so DGKHDFG tiny lil Maren and then the entire crowd rioting cus reader set them off is such a fun idea!! I can't help but go into panic mode in my own brain because I know how often this sort of thing leads to deaths by trample but I liek to think that the bigger guys here were very conscious of where they were walking. And LMAO of course Maren would've stolen a guitar, what a story it'd have now. I haven't really come up with any stories for where he got his banjo or guitar, this is makin me wanna cook up some ideas. Just like "Where'd you get that black guitar?" "Stole it" what." "From a pedo" "âŚwhat" "Stole it from a pedo" "âŚok"
Oh good lord getting taught to play guitar IN HIS LAP IM SCREAMING thats so goodâŚ
I ended up reading the next bits really fast because they're super hot lol the kissâŚthe thighâŚthe dry humping size difference stuff <3 My shit!! I love the "just let me sit on you and you can get smaller and we can figure out the size" and then the riding him and him being like "ok my turn" DFKGHDFG RARRGH you got him so good!! I loved every moment of this fic, genuinely thank you so much for taking your valuable time and spending it writing my boy. This was such a fun and hot read!
i also loved the final bits -- i think the bittersweetness of it is awfully fitting for him, and the obvious loneliness hes experiencing. hes someone who spent most of his life not really being a consistent part of others lives aside from his pirate crew. kata was such a change for him. i'm interested to think of how this reader might react to seeing his wanted poster...and probably how amused they'd be many years later to find that he ends up marrying Katakuri, a man who is similar to reader but Worse(tm)
it makes me want to make more work of young maren & his interactions with the world since his life didn't really revolve around Katakuri/WCI shenaningans until later. (he did technically meet Kata when he was 28 but his memory gets wiped so not counting it)
"The Fall of Ideals"
Character: Maren (young adult version)
Reader: AFAB
Word Count: 11.3k
CW: recreational drug use, explicit N.SFW content, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, size difference/size kink
Summary: Going to the Riptide Rock Festival instead of studying for your exam was one bad decision. A chance encounter with a stranger leads you to making several more.
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[Happy Birthday @mewiyev! I swear I'm normal about Maren (hides word count) >.> In all seriousness, I truly adore this amazing character that you've created and I hope that shines through in this gift! Thank you for sharing him with the world!]
âThis next song has never been heard before!â The lead singer of Violincense announces into the mic, prompting screams of excitement from the crowd. âWeâre debuting it here at Riptide, the single for our next albumâwe present to you, Smokescream!â
The sound drifts from afar as you hurry back toward the crowd, having left to throw away your empty cup between songs. A rookie mistake, you soon realized, as the crowd closed up behind you, and now you were having trouble penetrating the throng of bodies. Had you any experience with these things, you would have just held onto the damn cup. Now youâre going to miss getting a good view of the band for what is possibly history in the making. You know Violincense was on the cusp of making it big, and here was your chance to watch it happen, front and center.
The crowd had formed itself into groups roughly based on size, with the tallest people closer to the back and sides. Some people of average height opted to stay close to their big friends, often sitting on their shoulders. One especially big man even wore some kind of shoulder-mounted table, carrying six of his friends. You can't help but feel a little jealous as you squeeze past them. Youâre here alone, after all.
âSâcuse meâŚâ you mumble, feeling out of place. Everyone else was dressed in band shirts and worn jackets, spiked bracelets and collars and chokers. In comparison, you look plain, but even if the trip to this venue hadnât been last minute, you wouldâve had nothing to wear anyway. It wasnât your wisest choice to abandon studying for your big upcoming exam and blow all your food money on tickets, travel, and board for a rock festival. But now that you're here, that all seems like minor worries, a drop in the bucket of life. Who knows when you would get to do something like this again?
The Riptide Rock Fest was one of the biggest rock festivals on the Grand Line. Sporting multiple stages across the grounds and a myriad of different tents, it was a three-day haven to all fans of rock music genres. Each day had one big headliner show in the evening, with lesser-known bands filling the side stages throughout the day. It was currently the second day of the festival, and Violincense was one of the small bands you had been especially excited for, so you were eager to get back to a good spot before they started.
Alas, you were still stuck behind a wall of taller folk, unable to see the stage. The sound of drumsticks striking each other sounded as the band counted off, before a heavy guitar riff started the song. You paused to take it in, then shook your head and kept anxiously making your way along the perimeter of bodies, unable to find your way in and too polite to push through.
Finally, you spot an opening: closer to the middle and slightly off to the side, there's a little bit of space. The only person there is one of the big people, some guy that has to be at least fifteen feet tall. For some reason, he's being given a wide berth by those around him, but you donât give it any thought as you dart for that spot before it gets taken.Â
As you get closer, you see the potential reason people are leaving him be: rows of large, menacing spines stick out of his back through his clothes. However, those spines are far too high up to be a danger to you, so you step into place next to him and are at last able to get a decent view of the stage. Up close, the man is even more massiveânot just tall, but thick-bodied and muscular, his burly arms alone bigger than you are. You decide to just avoid eye contact and return your focus to the show.
Smokescream, like all of Violincenseâs music, sucks you right in from the start. Hearing the band live is a completely different experience. Sure, a studio recording could let a band trim off the imperfections in the sound, but it isnât the same. This was how music was meant to be heard, you think. The fast-paced, harmonic chords strike you personally, heavy drums feeling like theyâre replacing your heartbeat. Swept up in the music, youâre so invested you donât notice that the huge man is staring at you until halfway through the song, when you glance and accidentally meet his eye.
You stare back for a moment, stunned. Heâs astonishingly handsome, if not a bit intimidating; a broad jaw and strong nose that balanced his features well, long, reddish brown hair that matches the color of his spines, a simple goatee, and gauged ears. He's wearing a black leather vest covered in various patches, but no shirt, showing off his husky build, a pair of faded green cargo shorts, and platform boots adorned in belts. His light skin sports a fair share of bruises and he's a bit scuffed up, likely from a mosh pit. Unlike you, he looks entirely in his element.Â
The man watched you with a sour, unimpressed look, eyes slightly narrowed. Suddenly self-conscious, you look away, distracting yourself by pulling out one of the spliffs you had rolled earlier from your pocket and lighting it. After a few hits, youâre able to relax a little more, turning your focus back to the stage. You donât think about the man until the next song comes to a close, the crowd cheering on the tail end of the final notes, when he leans over slightly in your direction.
âDo you need something?â he asks, sounding annoyed.
It wasnât just his spines that kept others away. Youâre abruptly aware of the prickly energy heâs giving off, his tone as guarded as his body language. Still, you have no idea what heâs talking about, so you just give him a look of confusion in response.
âWhat are you doing here?â he presses.
You look over at the band, then back up at him. â...Is that a trick question?â
âI mean here, in this spot.â He points at the ground. âDo you normally make a habit of approaching strange men?â
âYou talked to me first,â you point out, pulling the cig from your mouth.
âEveryone else got the damn hint,â he says gruffly.
âIâm too short to care about the spines,â you say, wondering what his problem is. âAnd anyway, I wasnât aware you owned this section.â
He leans forward a bit more, towering over your space. âIt ainât the spines you gotta worry about, small fry.â
âWhat are you gonna do? Bite me?â
âThatâs right.â He smiles, showing off pointed teeth. It's not a friendly smile, but it looks good on him anyway, though it makes you uncertainâhe really is enormous, easily a threat to someone your size.
Maybe itâs because youâre in a new place, already out of your comfort zone. Maybe itâs the few beers already in you at that point. But instead of giving him space like a sane person would, you instead respond, âdonât threaten me with a good time.â
That makes him smile even wider, leaning forward just a bit more. âIâm part Fish-man, you know. My teeth are razor sharp.â
âEven better.â
He laughs, his face lighting up in his amusement. You feel your face get warm and quickly stick the cig back in your mouth before you say something else embarrassing. He has a nice laugh.
The band announces that they are playing their last song of the set. Neither you nor your neighbor speak for the entirety of it. Either he likes the music too much to bother you, or he decided you were alright after all; regardless, he leaves you alone until the song is over. After the cheering of the crowd dies down, he turns back to you.
âI gotta say, I didnât expect that coming from you.â
You rub the back of your neck, distinctly aware how plain you look. âI know Iâm not dressed for a concert. I donât really own any band shirts.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm not allowed.â
âNot allowed?â He suddenly looks uncomfortable. âAre you a teenager?â
âNope. Just a college student with a ruthlessly strict mother.â
âShe sounds like a bitch.â
âDonât call my mom a bitch,â you snap, all playfulness gone.
He isnât thwarted even slightly, lip curling into a sneer. Reaching out with one giant hand, he pokes you in the chest, easily making you stumble back and imposing the difference in your strength. âWhat are you gonna do about it, small fry?â
Maybe itâs just your imagination, but you could have sworn he had gotten bigger. You falter for a second, shocked that he would get physical and a bit intimidated. Then you get mad. If heâs going to be a cunt, you would be a cunt right back.
You stub out your spliff on his finger, hearing it sizzle. The man jerks his hand back with a yelp. âOw! Fuck!â
âI'm not gonna let you push me around,â you bluff, pretending to be braver than you are. Jerks usually prefer easy targets, but there's still a chance he might get aggressive. You bare your teeth and pray he's all talk. âWe're surrounded by people. Try me.â
âAre you stupid?â he growls, cradling his burned hand. âYou could get seriously hurt, messing with guys like me. SheeshâŚand you still havenât taken the hint.â He grumbles, sticking his finger into his mouth, but he does not do anything else, and you deflate a little in relief.
Violincense announces that they're playing an encore, and the crowd roars as they launch into a familiar trackâone of their most popular songs, Nightingales.
Attempting to ignore your surly neighbor, you close your eyes to really take in your favorite part of the song. Then you stare at the stage intensely, trying to burn the image of the band playing it into your memory. As it comes to a close, you glance at the huge man again. Heâs closed his eyes, too, a serene look on his face as he listens. Right then, you feel bad for himâhe just wants to enjoy the music in peace, like you. Maybe you overreacted.
âIâm sorry,â you tell him once the music stops.
âWhatever,â he spits, then mumbles, âyou must be lonely, talking to me.â
âYeah, I am,â you shrug. âBut Iâd bet you are, too. I mean, have you heard these lyrics?â
He looks surprised that youâd admit it so casually. Then he huffs, looking away. âI know emâ by heart.â
The crowd starts to move around you as the band packs up their things. You stick your hands in your pockets, feeling awkward. âHey, uh, look⌠Iâm sorry I did that. Really. Iâll make it up to you,â you said. âWant a pretzel or something? Iâll buy.â
The man visibly perks up, giving you another look of surprise. Heâs kind of cute like thisâŚ
âTheyâre stale and oversalted,â you say enticingly, offering a hesitant smile. âBut the cheese dip isâŚwell, it also sucks, but at least itâs hot.â
âFuck yeah,â the man grins from ear to ear. âI wonât say no to free food.â
You both head to the food tents, introducing yourselves on the way. You learned his name was Marenââjust Maren,â as he said after you gave him your last name. A lot of the patches on his vest were of bands you liked, so you were able to find some common ground despite the rough start.
You ended up buying Maren three soft pretzel sticks, just because he was so much largerâit only seemed fair. His attitude did a complete 360 at that, thrilled at the gesture.
âThanks,â he says, and you nod, pulling out a program flier to see where the next band you wanted to watch would play. Maren peers over your shoulder as he shoves a cheese-slathered pretzel stick into his mouth. âWhere ya headed next?â
âSouth stage,â you replied. âShitty Kitties is playing soon.â
âHm,â his voice is slightly garbled by his full mouth, which he does not hesitate to speak through, âShitty Kitties? Kinda gimmicky, donât ya think?â
âThey're cool! The lead singer is a puma zoan. He transforms his vocal chords to do these crazy growls.â
âExactly. A gimmick, not real skill.â
âWho cares how he does it, so long as it sounds good?â
âHe leans on it too much. He canât sing for shit, small fry.â
âSmall fry,â you echoe, âis that a Fish-man thing?â
âBecause of your shirt,â Maren points. Youâre wearing a graphic tee that has cartoon french fries and tater tots, engaged in a shootout and bleeding ketchup.
âThis my favorite shirt,â you say defensively.
âYou have dorky taste.â
âWhy do you think Iâm talking to you?â
Maren grins. âWatch yourself, sweetheart. I havenât decided if Iâm going to eat you yet.â Despite his words, heâs less intimidating with a bit of cheese sauce smeared on his mouth.
âThere you go again, threatening me with a good time,â you joke.
He smiles back, and your stomach does a weird little flip. For being kind of a jerk, he really is good-looking. Still, itâs probably in your best interests to wish him well and part ways here.
âWanna go to the south stage together?â Maren asks.
âYes,â you immediately reply.
You only made it to the Riptide Rock Fest by doing what you werenât supposed toâwhat was one more bad decision?
Maren stuffs the rest of the food into his face, finishing it in two huge bites, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. You stare as he licks the sauce off his hand, following the trailing of his tongue. He meets your eyes as he does, grinning to himself when you break eye contact to look away and clear your throat.
âWhat is it, sweetheart? See something you like?â he teases.
âNoâI wasnâtâyouâre just messy,â you stammer, failing to save face. Trying to distract him, you point up at his vest. âHey, isnât that a Shitty Kitties patch? What gives?â
Maren looks a bit embarrassed. âThat was from years ago. Iâve had this jacket for a long timeâhey, donât change the subject, now.â
Caught red-handed and losing your buzz, you start to walk away, feeling your usual shyness resurfacing now that the intoxication is wearing off. Maren follows you, hooking his thumbs into his pockets and chatting as you walk. He has no trouble making conversation, and picks up the slack where you falter. You find it easy to talk to him, and the more you talk, the more you want to know more about him. However, he dodges questions relating to himself, either outright ignoring them or just deflecting with more questions. By the time you make it to the south stage, you feel like you're talking about yourself too much, but he seems to prefer it that way.
âSo where are your friends at?â Maren asks, as if it would be unthinkable for you to have come by yourself.
âWhere are yours?â you try.
âCame alone.â It was the only direct answer from him in the last twenty minutes.
âMe too.â
âWhat, your friends donât like rock?â
You shift from foot to foot, unsure how to respond in a way that doesnât make you sound like a complete loser. âI donât, uh⌠I donât have any friends,â you admit. âNot where I live, anyway. After I graduated high school, mom moved us halfway around the world. Relocated to the best college she could find. I havenât made any new friends since. Most students at that university are the entitled, wealthy type.â
âAnd youâre not?â Maren teases lightly.
You wrinkle your nose. âI got a full ride through scholarships.â
âSure, sure,â he grins when you make a face at him, enjoying riling you up, âso youâre the nerdy type of smart! I knew it.âÂ
You doubt he really knew it, and are starting to wonder if heâs flirting with you. He seems to like your company, anyway. Oh, shit, is he flirting with you?Â
Suddenly uncertain, you went for the only distraction you could think of, digging into your pocket for another pre-rolled spliff. âIf I was actually smart,â you say, âI wouldnât be here. I should be studying for this huge exam, butâŚâ you trail off.
âButâŚ?â Maren prompts.
âI felt like if I looked at one more book, Iâd completely lose it.â You pat your pocket to search for your lighter. âAll I ever do is study. Iâm sick of it! I had to do something else or Iâd snap. And Iâve always wanted to go to a concertâugh, where the fuck is my lighter?â
Maren pulls a lighter from one of the many pockets on his shorts. âHere,â he says, crouching down low in front of you. You reach to accept the lighter from him, but he gently bats your hand away and instead holds the lighter up to your mouth. His hands are so large compared to the tiny spliff that he has to lean in close and focus, his tongue sticking out slightly. Carefully, he lights the spliff, his face filling your vision, and you find yourself staring again. The warmth from the lighterâs flame almost doesnât register over your own heated cheeks.
âThere we go,â he says, eyes darting up from the lighter to meet your own gaze. You glance away, the eye contact a bit much for you sober, and when you look back, heâs still leaning close, now smiling big. âSomething wrong?â
âItâs nothing,â you reply quickly. âYou, uh, want a drag?â
âDepends. Whatâs in it?â
âJust weed and tobacco.â
âHell yeah, hand it over.âÂ
You hand him the spliff, and he takes a deep drag, nodding to himself in approval. âThis is good shit. Youâre not as straight-laced as you seem, huh? Guess momma doesnât know about this.â
âI have special hiding places for it,â you say. âNo matter how much she digs through my shit, she wonât find it.â
âSounds like you need to live on campus.â Maren passes the spliff back.
âI do,â you say bluntly, taking a drag and exhaling in a sigh. âShe searches my things when she visits.â
âYeesh. Why do you defend her?â
Itâs not as simple as Maren makes it sound, and you arenât sure how to put that into words. Luckily, before you can think of an answer, a familiar, high-pitched snarl echoes over the speakers. You look to the stage as the crowd cheers, but the view is completely obscured by other concert goers closer to Marenâs size. If you want to actually see Shitty Kitties, youâll have to part ways and head up further to the âsmallsâ section of the crowd.
âAw, hell. I guess I gotta go,â you say reluctantly.
âWait!â Maren shouts to be heard over the lead singerâs introduction. âYou can sit on my shoulder!â
âYouâre full of spikes!â you shout back.
Maren pauses, thinking for a second. âNo big deal! Here, sit on my arm!â He flexes one burly arm, patting it. âNo spines and a perfect view of the stage! Deluxe seating, compliments of Maren. Whaddaya say?â
You blink, flattered at the offer but not wanting to impose. âButâŚwonât you get tired?â
âNope!â Maren flexes his arm further, showing off his impressive muscles and grinning proudly.
He doesn't want you to leave, you realize. The thought gives you butterflies in your stomach that the spliff doesn't help to calm. Maren is roguishly attractive and good company, and he wants you aroundâwhy not accept?
âAlright,â you nod. âHow do I get up theREâ!â
The moment you consent, Maren picks you up, wrapping his hands around your hips and hoisting you onto his upper arm as your words turn into a cry of surprise. Suddenly fourteen feet off the ground, you grip the fabric of his vest tightly, tucking your legs under his arm to hold on.
âDonât worry, I wonât let you fall,â Maren says cheerfully, patting your shoulder with his upheld hand.
You giggle nervously. From up here, you can see above the heads of the taller people and have an excellent view of the stage. Just in time, too, as the lead singer of Shitty Kitties finishes hyping up the crowd and begins counting down to their first song of the set.
âOne, two, three!â The lead singer yells, then snarls into the mic.
âOh! Oh!!â you exclaim. âThis is Blightmare!â
Maren grins at your excitement. He nods along to the music, careful not to move you too much, and you pass the spliff back and forth as you enjoy the song. Blightmare was an old cult classic, one of your favorites. Once it hits the main verse, you're far too enthralled to not scream out the lyricsâhell, everyone else is.
âROWR! Iâm the wrong kinda crowd / Iâm the devil in the day / and Iâm no good for you / but you like it that way!â
You glance at Maren to see that heâs singing along, too. You canât hear him, much less yourself, but you both grin at each other as you sing. The high of the spliff compounds the intoxicating feeling of the music, until you wrap one arm around Marenâs upheld one so you can steady yourself while headbanging.
âFuck yeah!â Maren shouts, throwing devil horns up with his free hand. The both of you get swallowed up by the energy of your surroundings, screaming along song lyrics and pumping your fists for every song that plays. The set concludes what feels like far too early, and people begin to move around the two of you as they make their way to other stages.
âThat was amazing!â you laugh, exhilarated.Â
âIt was pretty cute, hearing you try to growl like the lead singer,â Maren says.
Your chest tightens in a good way, and you giggle nervously, shaking your head. âMy vocal chords will regret that tomorrow. But fuck it, right?â
âThatâs right!â
âI didnât know this would be so much fun! Iâm so glad I came!â
âIs this your first time?â Maren asks, crouching down so he can let you off him.
âYep. First concert ever.â You land and get your bearings, patting down your jeans. âThere are lots of things Iâve missed out on because all my time was spent studying. Morning drills before class, prep school after, then homework in the evening.â
âWhy donât you just quit?â Maren asks like itâs obvious, and you balk at him.
âWhat? I canât do that.â
âSure you can. It sucks, you clearly donât like it. So quit.â
âYou donât understand,â you explain. âMom gave up everything to get me here. We were dirt poor. She would even skip meals to make sure I was fed. She worked hard to give me this opportunity! I canât just throw that away.â
Maren doesn't look convinced, but he doesnât argue, either, merely shrugging. âWell, alright. Where ya wanna go next?â
You look down to hide your smile, thrilled that he wants to keep hanging out with you. Pulling out the flier, you squint at it. âA band called âM-Kâ is going to play on this stage. Whatâs âM-K?ââ
âMonochrome Kaleidoscope.â
âOh. Well, theyâre up next. And on the east stage, thereâs Taka Tora Batta⌠and BB Thunder on the north. They should all finish around the same time, right before the headliner plays on the center stage.â
The headliner for the second day was Preyer, a band with a self-described âcarnivore gothicâ theme that was rapidly growing in popularity. Maren hadnât brought them up at all yet, which was surprisingâthey seemed to be right up his alley, considering his taste in other bands.
âI donât have a preference either wayâIâm good with whatever,â he says.
âMe too. Why donât we stay here, then?â you suggest. âWe can move up closer and get a better spot in the crowd. If we go stand right at the border between the large and small section, you wonât have to hold me up the whole time.â
âI donât mind,â Maren winks, making you flush warm, âbut alright. Sounds like a plan.â
You feel far more at ease walking through the crowds with Maren at your side. Concerts are supposed to be a group event in the first place, and with such an open venue, you had some concerns about being by yourself. But even other big people would think twice before starting a fight with Maren, which was all the more reason you should have never gambled on ticking him off earlier. A stupid risk, but in a weird way, the action seemed to gain his respectâand now that you had each other to hang out with, youâd never been happier in making such a string of poor decisions.
You and Maren find the good spot you had mentioned earlier, the people behind you all larger like him, and the people in front of you average-sized. Maren opts to sit down, as heâs still tall enough from there to see over the âshorties,â as he calls them. You, on the other hand, can't sit without losing sight of the stage, so you lean against him instead, mindful of the spikes.
Monochrome Kaleidoscope was a band that seems to be a mix of electronic and jam rock subgenres. They switch off between playing songs from their newest album, Shatterstatic, and having jam sessions right there on stage, improvising for five minute segments. The drums and synth players decide on a beat and background, and the rest of the musicians jump in with their instruments one at a time. You've never seen anything like it before, and let Maren know as much in between songs.
âOh, yeah, M-Kâs great.â He gives you a lazy grin. âI need to see if their merch table is selling patches later. Donât have theirs yet.â
âIf you hold our spot, Iâll go look for you,â you offer.
âAlright! Thanks, sweetheart.â
You flush warm and quickly excuse yourself before your flustering becomes obvious. As you weave through the âsmallsâ section, you couldnât stop smiling to yourself. Maren is the last person youâd ever expect yourself to crush on. A small voice in the back of your mind tells you not to get too smitten, to keep your wits about you. You have only known Maren for a few hours, and he didnât want to talk about himself. Maybe there was a reason for that, and that reason could have been a dangerous one. But he liked your company. And you craved the attention, truth be told. You never realized how starved youâd been for it.
The merch table was an assortment of stickers, buttons, patches, guitar picks, vinyls, and even some pricey tone dials. All of them had black-and-white designs around the bandâs logo. Your hand hovered above the patches. For a moment, you considered getting two. But you didnât have anything to put it on, and if your mother found it, she would likely throw a fit. The thought brought you out of your high somewhat After tomorrow, youâd go back to your regular life. Back to the mundane rigors of academia and arithmetic.
There was no doubt this was the only time youâd get to hang with Maren. Heâd eventually go back to whatever island he was fromâhell, he might have even been a pirate (a scary thought,) in which case there was a slim chance you would ever see him again. You clenched your fists as you decided, right then and there: this weekend was your only chance to try something new. So what if he was literally rough around the edges? So what if youâd regret it later? You were far more afraid of the regret youâd feel if you didnât take advantage of this opportunity.
Maren might only be your friend for a day, but that was one day more than you had in years. With that in mind, you went ahead and purchased a patch for him, and a guitar pick for yourself. You didnât know how to play guitar, but the pick would be an easy-to-hide memento.Â
When you returned, two songs had passed, and Maren was standing, looking far more scuffed up than when youâd left him, his hair all messy and a new rip in his pants.
âWoah, are you okay?â you ask, reaching up to touch his forearm, where a fresh bruise is forming.
âYep. A mosh pit formed behind me, so I joined in,â he replies, letting you examine his arm. âSo did they sell patches over there?â
âYeah! Here,â you take the patch out of your bag and hold it out to him.
Marenâs eyes go wide. âYouâyou didnât have to buy me one.â
You shrug. âI, uhâŚI wanted to. No big deal.â
He looks genuinely taken aback, a faint dusting of pink contrasting with his freckles. Then he smiles big. âAw, thanks, babe. Thatâs real sweet of you.â
Youâre already flustered from the pet name, so when he reaches up to brush your cheek affectionately, your brain nearly short-circuits. Face burning, you deftly avoid his gaze, staring at his arm and changing the subject.
âThat looks painful,â you say, tracing the edge of the bruise.
âNah, itâs nothing. It was fun. You should try it!â
âMoshing?â you blink at him, incredulous. âNo way. I mean, me?â
âWhy not? You can start one up in the âsmallsâ section. I know you shrimps need to get out your terrier energy.â
âWhaâhey!â you laugh, making Maren grin.
âIâm serious. You said this is your first concert, right? Trying new things is good for you.â
Youâre not sure what part of knocking into other people is good for you, but for some reason, you feel yourself drawn to the idea. You shouldnât be, but what if this was the only concert youâd ever get to attend? And what is it about Maren that makes him so convincing? Heâs not even pressuring you, not really. You just want to look cool in front of him, despite the fact he probably thinks you're a total dork. You want him to like you so bad, but clearly he already does, so why are you considering this?
Maren sees you looking out over the crowd hesitantly, and raises a thick finger to point. âSee those people down by the southwest row? The ones jumping up and down? They look primed for it. All you have to do is scurry over there and give them a little push.â
You bite your lip. âJust like that?â
âJust like that,â he nods. âDonât shove people who look like they donât want to be involved, and donât use brute force on anyone smaller than you. Help up anyone you see on the ground. Other than that, go nuts.â
You take a deep breath. âOkayâŚâ
Maren salutes you as you head forth. You walk a little quicker, gradually picking up your pace. When you reach the aforementioned group, you're at a brisk jog, and, feeling a bit nuts, you shove into the most energetic looking guy there.Â
He stumbles slightly, looking surprised. You freeze.
Suddenly you're shoved from the side by a random girl. She shouts something at the group as you recover, and then the man you shoved comes back and pushes into her. There's more yelling from the group, and then four of them start throwing themselves into the crowd around them. Pulse racing, you collect yourself and join in, running at the nearest person.
The lead singer shouts and points at your section of the crowd. The guitarist jumps in, shredding an improvised solo like a crazy man. Suddenly the area around you seems to erupt, your small group becoming a massive, frenzied pit of at least 30 people. You get jabbed with elbows and shoved into bodies, never knowing where the next impact is going to come from, but your adrenaline is pumping like crazy and you don't want to stop.Â
A particularly hard shove sends you off your feet. You hit the ground and tense, expecting to get trampled, but multiple hands come out of nowhere, lifting you back onto your feet. You pause, get bumped into, and resume throwing yourself into the swarm.Â
You get knocked down several more times, but every time, hands reach out from the crowd like magic and pull you back up. It's only after you're out of breath and hurting that you decide to call it quits, making your way to the edge of the mosh pit, through the crowd, and back to Maren.
âAhh!â you inform him, overcome with adrenaline. It feels like you just got off a roller coaster. âIâI did it!â
âYou were like a little tornado,â Maren chuckles. âHow was it?â
âFun!â you shout. Your body hurts in various places, and you're banged up and bruised, but grinning like a maniac.
âAttagirl!â He holds out his fist to you, and you punch it.
It takes you a bit to catch your breath. You lean against Maren in the meantime, trying not to smile when he loops his arm around your hips.
âIt looks like they have so much fun playing,â you say after MK finishes their last song. âIâve always wanted to learn to play the guitar.â
âWhy donât youâwait, let me guess: youâre not allowed?â Maren raises both brows pityingly, and you lightly punch his arm.
âI just havenât had the free time.â
âI could teach you, if I had a guitar,â he says, then pretends like heâs thinking hard, rubbing his goatee. âTell you what. You sneak backstage and steal a guitar, and Iâll teach you to play a song.â
For a moment, you find yourself seriously considering it. Then you laugh at yourself. âYouâd like that, wouldnât you? A straight-laced person like me, committing theft.â
Maren laughs too. âI think breaking the rules would do you some good.â
âThatâs not the kind of person I am.â
âIt could be.â
âItâs not, and Iâm okay with that.â
âBoooring.â Maren sticks out his tongue.
âThatâs okay, too.â
He regards you for a moment. âYou seem to have it all figured out.â
âI have to,â you say simply. âI mean, my own mother doesnât know me. If I donât know who I am, then no one does.â
ââŚâ
âAnyway, if I get caught and jailed. Iâd be kicked out of college, and then Iâd lose everything. So no theft for me.â
âWould that really be so bad?â Maren says suddenly.
âWhaâof course. Everything my mom didâŚâ
âOkay, but it doesnât make sense to me.â Maren looks at you seriously. âWhatâs the point of all that sacrifice if you arenât happy?â
You open your mouth, but canât find a response. The words sink in slowly, slowly, and you try and wrap your mind around them. HeâŚHe's right. This punk you've known all of several hours is completely and totally right, and you have no idea what to say.
âUh,â you say. âUm. Wow. Okay. I mean, yeah. Yeah, you have a point there.â
âDonât sweat it too much, sweetheart.â
Easier said than doneâyouâre mulling over what he said for the rest of the set, only breaking out of the trance when it finishes and the crowd starts to move. You and Maren get up and follow the flow of the crowd. Everyoneâs headed in the same directionâthe side shows are all done, and itâs time for the headliner at the center stage.
The excitement at seeing Preyer live cheers you up a bit. You like several of their songs, and youâve heard they have a great stage presence. Some of the people around you even have signs, though they donât look nearly as happy to be there as you would think someone who went to the trouble of making signs would be.
Come to think of it, Maren doesnât seem all that enthusiastic, either. His grin is entirely absent, like it was when you first met him earlier in the day. After you both find a good spot to stand at the center stage, you decide to bring it up.
âI guess you donât like Preyer?â you ask.
âThey sound alright, but the bandmates themselves are douchebags,â is his reply. âIâm not about to hold up a sign over it, but Iâm not going to cheer them on, either.â
The comment strikes you as weird, and you follow Marenâs gaze to get a proper look at one of the signs someoneâs holding. Rather than a message of endearment, like you expected, there is bold, bright red letters reading out:
âPREYER OF CHILDREN!!!â
The other signs read similarly, and you frown. âWhat's with those signs?â
âYou haven't heard?â Maren says.
âNo⌠Did something happen?â
âYou could say that.â He narrows his eyes. âThe lead singer of Preyer likes to hook up with underage fans.â
âWhat?!â
âYep. Several teenagers have come forward about it. Apparently drugs were involved. But there wasn't any hard evidence, so nothingâs been done.âÂ
âOh! Thatâs awful!â
âSorry you had to find out like this.â He pats your shoulder, resting his giant hand there. âI know it kinda ruins the vibes of the festival.â
âIt's not ruined,â you say quickly. âI mean, maybe this particular concert is, but I'd rather have known.â
Maren nods. âThat bastard let down every single person who came out here. Everyone who looked up to him.â His grip on your shoulder tightens, his smile tense. âHe doesn't deserve to be the headlining show. He doesn't deserve to play at all.â
You shake your head in agreement. When you next glance up at Maren, he has a sly gleam in his eye, his grin stretching like he just thought of something funny.Â
âMaren?â
âI'm gonna head to the restroom. Wait for me, sweetheart.â
You both already made pit stops before coming to the center stage. He might just need to go again, but even having only known him a few hours, you get the distinct feeling that he's up to something. Before you can say anything, though, he pushes through the crowd behind you and disappears.
You wait for him. The time passes, and several minutes turn to half an hour with no sign of Maren. Just as you really start to get concerned, you realize that the crowd has grown unusually tense. It's not the excited kind of tension, either, not an eagerness for the show to start. Rather, every few minutes you look around for Maren and see more and more people looking restless, even angry. People are starting to turn to their neighbors and talk.Â
Something is definitely going on. You focus, trying to pick out individual conversations.
â... serious! He slept with a minor, andâŚâ
â...gave alcohol to a kidâŚâ
â... can't be true! He's a good guy...â
â...she was my daughter's ageâŚâ
The rumors of what the lead singer did are spreading like wildfire, it seems. You've never seen anything like it. You're not sure how it's happeningâthere are some protesters, but not enough to cause thisâuntil you see a shock of familiar, burnt-orange hair a ways down the crowd.
But, wait. That can't be Maren. Heâs 15 feet tall, and those guys over there are only about 7. You squint, confused to see that yes, it's definitely Maren, albeit shorter somehow. He's got his hand cupped to someone's ear, their face changing from neutral to shocked to angry in quick succession. Maren pulls away and works his way to another section of the crowd, and you suddenly know exactly what's going on.
Marenâs making sure not a single concert-goer hasn't heard about what's happened! You're in shock. He didnât strike you as the type to care that much. That, or he just wants to start trouble. You're reminded again that you really don't know him that well, but you can't bring yourself to look down on what he's doing, either.Â
You lose sight of him as he disappears into the crowd again, and don't see him until the band has finished setting up, when he seemingly materializes next to you.
âThose pretzel sticks didn't agree with you, huh?â you joke. âLooks like the crowd does, though.â
âImagine that,â he grins.Â
The lead singer starts speaking into the mic, only for the crowd to erupt into a cacophony of boos. You glance at Maren, whoâs joined them in full force, then at the crowd. You can't help itâ you join in too.
The lead singer tries to pacify the crowd to no avail. He can't get a single word in. He grows more frustrated with each attempt, until he finally screams, âFuck you! We are Preyer, and we're going to rock your world! Five, six, seven, eight!â
The band launches into their first song. It's a shameâthe music itself is good, but you can't enjoy it the same, especially not with the undercurrent of jeering. You figure the best option at this point would be to just leave, but Maren has other ideas.
âCharge! The! Stage!â he starts chanting, and your eyes get huge. Before you know it, the people around you pick up the chant. It's barely audible over the music, but steadily, more and more people start joining in, and it grows louder, and louder.
Maren notices your alarm and crouches down next to you, shouting so you can hear him over all the noise. âAll good, babe?â
âAll good? You're starting a riot!â
âFuck yeah, I am!â He holds his hand out to you. âAre you with me?â
You stare at his hand for a moment, wondering how you got to this point. You knew, you just knew hanging out with him was a bad idea. He was everything you weren't! Everything you were taught not to be, brash and opportunistic and self-concerned. He would only make you worse, you were sure. ButâŚgod help you, you wanted to be like him. You wanted just a piece of that energetic confidence, to feel the warmth of the fire that burned within him.Â
Even if you would get burned.
You swing your arm and clasp Maren's hand tightly. âYeah!â
The crowd festers, the chant spreading like a plague, madder and louder until even avid fans are screaming it. The dissent is close to bursting, but it isn't quite enough. It needs something to push it over that edge. You look around. The larger fans toward the back seem eager to go, but people your size at the front, while angered, are still in place. Those at the back can't move forward until the ones up front do, not without trampling the smaller concert-goers.
You suddenly have a really, really bad idea. It's so, so unlike you, but, hell. If you want to be different⌠Maybe not at home, but here, maybe you can beâŚ
What's the point of all that sacrifice if you aren't happy?
Fine, then. You'll make the change for yourself, if you have to.
Without warning, you start pushing through the crowd. Maren shouts after you, but you don't stop, and his voice is swallowed up by the chorus of rage. Heart pounding, you elbow and shoulder your way past the throng of people, row after screaming row, the stage getting closer and closer, the music so loud it's deafening. You can't hear the crowd anymore, nor your own crazed, panicky breathing. Only adrenaline keeps you going. Up at the front now, you can see a line of several security guards dotting the space before the stage. You break through the last line of people, charge forward, vault over the divider, and leap for the stage.Â
Somehow you make it. You scrabble up and on. A security guard grabs you by the foot, but you yank your leg, your shoe coming off in his hand. The band keeps playing, but the lead singer stops. You charge him, and he scrambles back. But you're not going for him, much as he deserves it.
You grab the mic and scream one word with all your lungs:
âRIOT!â
All hell breaks loose.
The crowd roars, surging forward like a busted dam. The band stops playing. The security guards who followed you onstage are swiftly overwhelmed. One grabs you, but is pulled off you by three other people. The stage is quickly overrun, shouting and chaos all around. You get pushed and jostled by the rush of bodies. Equipment is being thrown, instruments trashed, wires torn. You can't see anything past the bodies and can't gain enough footing to move in any direction of your own choosing. When the larger people from the back reach the stage, you start to worry about getting trampled. Your fear is quickly realized as you're knocked hard onto the ground.
Out of nowhere, a large hand grabs you and pulls you high upâMaren, lifting you into one burly arm.
âYou alright?â he shouts.
âYes!â you half shout, half laugh.Â
He grins wide. âCops are coming. Hold on!â
Maren runs away from the stage. You cling to his vest, but his hold on you is secure. The people around you are going every which direction, some still charging for the stage, some making a break for it like you are. Policemen start cutting into the crowd, rushing to protect the band.
âWhere are you going?â you ask him once you've gained some distance from the crowd.
âNo clue,â he says, glancing over his shoulder.
âLetâs go to the Saltwater Inn! I have a room there.â
âWhere's that?â
âHead south.â
After you're a safe distance from the chaos, Maren slows to a stop and sets you down, catching his breath. You're panting, too, mostly from adrenaline.
âThatâŚthat wasâŚâ you pant.
âThat was insane! You're amazing!â Maren yells.
âI don't know why I did that!â you yell back. âIâI hope no one saw my face! Oh my godâŚâ
He laughs, one hand on his hip. âI was wrong about you, sweetheart. That was pretty ballsy.â
Right then, you notice that Maren has a guitar in his other hand. âWhere did you get that?â
âI stole it from backstage while everyone was distracted.â
âMaren!â
âWhat? You did far crazier back there.â
You should feel guilty, and normally you would, but his toothy grin just makes you break out into a matching smile.
âOkay, good point. But let's not stick around.â You tug on his free hand, and Maren lets you lead him toward the inn.âI saw something weird while you were in the âbathroomâ,â you say while you walk. âI could have sworn I saw another, smaller you in the crowd.â You give him an accusatory look.
âHeh. Yeah, that was me. I can change my size, cuz I'm a porcupinefish type Fish-man.â
âThis isn't your normal size?â
âNah, but I prefer it.â
The two of you chat as you make it back to the nearby Saltwater Inn. You were lucky enough to reserve one of the last rooms available back when you impulsively decided to attend the festival. The bed was made for someone Maren's size, so you overpaid, but it was worth it to be within walking distance from the festival. You ask Maren where he was sleeping that night while you both remove your shoes, only for him to reply that he had been camping out. At that point you weren't surprised by his answer.
âWellllâŚâ you flopped back onto the oversized bed. âIf you wanted toâŚyou could, you knowâŚstay here? With me?â
Maren flops back next to you, making you bounce and giggle.
âWellllâŚâ he mimics your tone. âIf you're gonna twist my arm about itâŚ.â He flashes you his signature grin.
Faces inches from each other, looking into his sparkling eyes, you're suddenly and totally overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. But you haven't kissed anyone in years, and he's so attractive, you don't even know how to begin to process that urge. Cheeks warming, you sit up abruptly and clear your throat.
âYou said you could teach me to play if you had a guitar,â you say.
âThat I did.â Maren sits up and picks the guitar up off the floor. It's huge, jet black and crimson and covered in stickers. He gently sets it in your arms. âIt's a bit big for you, but you should still manage.â
Maren goes over the basics, then spends a few minutes trying to position your fingers. When you still struggle to mimic him, he changes strategies.
âHere,â he says, and picks you up by the hips, making you yelp in surprise. His large arms coming to rest over yours. Like this, it's easier for him to reposition your fingers on the frets. Your face quickly gets hot, but Maren is entirely focused on teaching, his grin more relaxed than it has been all day.
Despite everything you've gone through since meeting him, you don't think he's ever been as attractive as he is when he's guiding you through a song. The intent focus on his face, the warmth of his skin against yours, his low voice praising you as you do wellâit all makes your head spin. He goes at a slow, steady pace, teaching you one section at a time, until itâs an hour later and youâre playing your very first song.
Youâre brimming with excitement as you finish. Itâs your first time playing music, and you think youâre in love. You look up at Maren with a sense of awe and wonder. You created music, almost by yourself. He seems genuinely thrilled to have shown you, too.
âWell done, sweetheart,â he says. âDid you like it?â
âMaren, I loved it! Thank you! Thank you so much!â
âItâs the least I could do,â he says.
You set the guitar aside and lean back against him, and he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you.
âIâm glad I met you, Maren,â you say.
âMe too.â
You crane your neck back to look up at him. He grins, but itâs not as intense as usual. Itâs soft, in a weird way. That feeling of wanting to kiss him washes over you, and Maren acts like he can sense it, because he cups your cheek.
âWhatcha thinking about, sweetheart?â he almost whispers.
âIâI. Um, I.â You giggle nervously. âI think youâre really hot, and I want to kiss you.â
âYeah?â He leans closer. âWhatâs stopping you?â
âNerves, mostly.â
He chuckles. âAlright, then. How âbout I kiss you first?â
You nod, heart racing so fast you think itâll bruise your sternum. Marenâs thumb strokes your cheek as he takes in your flustered expression. Then he leans in. You shut your eyes, and a moment later, feel the smoothness of his lips pressing to yours.
Tingling, burning warmth courses through your veins at the contact, a taste of his fire. You open your eyes just as he pulls away, his face flushed like yours.
âFuck,â you say, surprising him into laughter.
âGood?â
âYeah. Really good.â
âAgain?â
âPlease, yesââ
He leans in again, and you shift in his lap to straddle one of his giant thighs, lips slightly parted as he kisses you a second time. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck, and you stretch up to meet him so he doesnât have to bend so much. The second kiss is longer, lighting up your entire body with its passion. Heâs not as intense as you expected, almost hesitant in his kissing. Youâre not sure youâre doing well, either, but he stays put, so you gain confidence, parting your lips slightly and humming in approval. His tongue probes out to trace your lips, and you gasp before sliding out your own to meet his.
At the touch, you feel the blood rush between your legs. Itâs a bit ticklish and wet and so warm, and as Maren closes his mouth to suck on your lower lip, a soft moan trickles out of you before you can help it.
You want him badly, you want all of him. You can feel the desire pouring out of him, too, that inner flame blazing bright and consuming you. He seemed confident throughout the day, but you canât help but sense that youâre both seeking a kind of solace in the other. Itâs been so long since youâve been close to someone, especially like this, and heâs working up a need in you thatâs impossible to ignore.
Maren moves his hands down your back and to your ass, squeezing before tilting you back slightly so he can deepen the kiss, tongue filling your mouth. His kisses turn messy and you do your best to keep up with his heated, dizzying pace, a second moan breaking free when he moves to kiss your neck. You tilt your head to give him easier access, his head filling the space between as he starts to suck on the skin, making a jolt rush straight to your center. You can barely feel the scrape of his sharp teeth, but he doesnât bite. Maybe it would be dangerous, but you canât help but feel a bit disappointed.
âAhâŚMaren,â you breathe, âBite me, IâI want you to bite me.â
âHuh? Wait,â he pulls away, giving you both a chance to get your bearings. âI wasnât kidding when I said my teeth are sharp.â
âJust a nibble?â you plead. âSmall and shallow?â
âWhat are you, a masochist?â Your face burns, but heâs grinning. âHah! Alright, but hold still, sweetheart. Iâll try not to make you bleed.â
âWhat are you, afraid of a little blood?â you challenge.
Instantly one of his hands is in your hair, gripping tight by the roots to keep your head still. You moan at the roughness, feeling his grin against the base of your neck before the razor points of his teeth rake your skin. You squirm, and his other hand comes up to grab your shoulder to keep you from moving. The anticipation rockets your arousal from a spark to a burning need, but thankfully he doesnât make you wait.
Thereâs a slight, sweet blossoming of pain as his teeth barely sink in. You gasp, legs squeezing his thigh, your breath hitching again when his tongue follows, soothing the sting. He licks back and forth along the spot before slicking his way back to your neck to suck another bruise there, and you canât help it, you start grinding on his thigh to grant yourself some much-needed relief.
âFuck,â Maren curses in surprise, pulling back to watch you. The sight must make him impatient, though, because a moment later he grabs your wrist and puts your hand on his crotch. Thereâs a very large, very hard bulge there, far bigger than your hand. You donât hesitate to stroke himâyou have to work your whole arm to do soâand are rewarded with the beautiful sound of his first moan. His hips cant forward, pushing into your hand, and heâs panting slightly.
âLie back,â you instruct, and Maren complies, lying back onto the bed. You reposition yourself between his legs so you can grind your crotch directly onto his bulge. He throws his head back and gasps at the same time as you do, his hands coming to grab your hips and pull you onto him harder.
Before you risked buying a small, discreet vibrator, you used to get off by grinding on stacked pillows. The sensation of grinding on Maren, however, was so much better that you found yourself whimpering. His bulge was large enough to provide a firm pressure against your entire vulva, and his breathy, restrained moans only fueled your need. After all the teasing of his kisses, you were already worked up, and it didnât take you much longer before you were rapidly climbing up and over the peak, a soft cry as you cum.
The orgasm wracks your body, and you hump him desperately throughout it until it finally subsides. You go still, leaning against his belly and catching your breath.
âWhyâd you stop?â Maren raises his head to look at you. His brows rise in realization. âDid you cum?â
âY-Yeah,â you pant. His toothy smirk makes you feel tingly all over again, and you crawl up his body to kiss him some more.
You make out feverishly, all earlier hesitation gone, replaced by hot, needy kisses and nibbles. You pull away just long enough to take off your shirt, throwing it to the side before your bra follows. Marenâs hands are on your breasts in an instant, kneading the soft flesh and making you moan into his mouth. It turns to a sharp cry as his thumbs find your nipples.
âYa like that?â he husks, and you nod quickly, going to kiss him again and whimpering against his lips when he continues to rub the sensitive nubs. He grants you a brief reprieve as his hands slide down your sides and hips, fingers hooking under the band of your pants, and you break away to remove them and your underwear.
Maren slides a finger between your lower lips, eyes widening at the amount of slick he feels. âShit, you are so wet.â
âMaren, pleaseââ
You donât need to say anything more. He slides his middle finger through your folds, up and down, up and down, building up an anticipation that shatters as his finger sinks inside you.
âAhh!â you cry out as he pushes it deeper, grabbing his forearm to stabilize yourself. His hands are so large, fingers so thick that he can reach all the way to your cervix without stretching. You clench down on the thick digit, dizzy at how easily just one fills you up.
Maren starts to pump his finger slowly, and pleasure shoots through you. The muscles of his forearm flex beneath your hand as he soon fingers you into a mess, your legs shaking as you grind into his palm. Heâs biting his lip at the sight of you coming undone on just his hand.
âKuh, keep going!â you pant desperately. âMore, more!â
âMore?â he pushes his ring finger at your entrance. âLike this?â
âYes! Nnnhâ!â Your back arches as he pushes the second finger inside you along with the first, the stretch persistent and pleasant and filling. The slick, wet squelch rings in your ears. You rub your clit desperately with one finger, eyes rolling back.
âShit,â he curses. âLook at you, so needy. Who woulda thought under all that, youâre just a needy little slut?â
Maren slides his other hand up your side to flick at your nipple with his thumb, and his fingers curl abruptly inside you, making you cry out in surprise and delight, the mounting pleasure spiking in intensity. He rubs insistently at your g-spot, and this time, when your orgasm slams into you, he can feel it fluttering around his fingers.
âAh, ahhâ!â You curl forward, almost weak from the intensity, shivers going through you along with the throbbing of your clit. âComing!â
âI know, sweetheart. I can feel you,â he says, kissing your forehead. âItâs cute how easily you cum.â
âI want my third one to be from you fucking me,â you state intently. His eyes go wide a moment before he laughs.
âCanât get enough of me, huh?â
âThatâs right. I want you to make me regret ever having run into you. I want to think about tonight for the rest of my life.â
Marenâs blush deepens, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he grins. âYou keep catching me off guard, you know that? Alright, then. You think you can take it, then Iâll give it to you.â
He pulls his fingers out of you and uses the slicked digits to tease your nipples. The stimulation is different with the new lubrication, but in a good way, a sigh falling from your lips as he works heat into your body anew. You take his hand, pulling it up to your mouth, and lick the sticky fluid from his fingers. His breath hitches as you surprise him once more, a tender moan coming out when you start to suck on his fingers, one at a time.
âFuck, thatâs hot,â Maren groans, his other hand reaching down to undo his zipper. He hastily shoves his boxers down to pull out his cock, jerking himself to the sight and sensation of your little mouth on his fingers. âHowâhow do you want to do this? I donât have a condom.â
You take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. âI have the implant.â You glance over your shoulder and flush hot all over at the sight of his massive cock in his hand. Naturally heâs proportional, and thereâs no way itâs going to fit as he is. âUmâŚyouâre huge, Maren. I donât think itâs gonnaâwait, you can make yourself smaller, right?â
He looks conflicted at the idea. âHow small are we talking?â
You werenât sure what his aversion to being smaller was, but you didnât want to make him uncomfortable. Thinking for a moment, you offer, âwhat if I mount you, and you just shrink until it goes in? If you get to a point where you donât want to keep going, you can stop and weâll do something else.â
âYeah, that sounds good.â Maren nods, seemingly put at ease.
You tug at his vest. He chuckles and removes it, then his pants and boxers. As soon as heâs naked, you throw your arms around his neck and start making out with him again.
âYou know,â you say between kisses, âperk of youâbeing smallerâcan kiss and fuck meâat the same time.â
He hums in response, not outright rejecting the idea. At his current height, riding him meant he couldnât kiss you without breaking his spine. But at his current height, nothing was going to happen anyway.
Marenâs heated kisses work you back into a frenzy of need until youâre breaking away, licking the large scar on his left pectoral before kissing down his chest and belly, until your ass is pressed against his cock. Itâs so big it touches your lower back, leaving a smear of precum on your skin.
âOkay,â you say, taking hold of his cock and positioning yourself over it. Maren sucks in a breath at the touch, and you follow suit as you press the blunt head against your vulva. Itâs like trying to fuck an eggplant, itâs just not gonna happen, though the wet, smooth skin does feel good against you. âIâm ready.â
Maren nods and lets out a sigh. You feel a slight shift, not immediately realizing heâs changing, until a second later when you realize his head no longer reaches the pillow. He shrinks slowly, losing inch by inch, and you wiggle your hips a little to feel if heâs small enough yet.
You both gasp as he starts to penetrate you, but he canât get further than the head.
âA-Almost,â you stammer. Another inch of height off, and youâre able to sink down onto him slowly. âThere! Yes!â
Overall, Marenâs only lost about four feet of height. At 11 feet tall heâs still huge in comparison to you, and youâre a bit surprised at yourself.Â
He must be, too, because he asks, âItâs not too much?âÂ
âI thinkâI can handleânnngâŚâ You lose focus as he bottoms out. His cock is still huge, bigger than anyone youâve been with or any toy youâve used, and the stretch hurts just a little bit. But he seemed so reluctant to get smaller, you donât want to push him any more than he has. You just need some time to adjust, and you tell him as much.
âYa sure, babe?â
âYeahâŚItâs, itâs kind of good like thisâŚâ you hang your head down, looking at the point where your bodies are connected. Thereâs still several inches of him left out. Heâs so thick that the broad head of him pushes firmly against your g-spot and doesnât let you forget itâs there. You lift your hips experimentally, and the movement makes you both gasp again, a jolt of intertwined heat.
âFuck, how are you taking so much? Little thing like you,â Marenâs hands rest on your hips as you start moving up and down. âYou like big dick, huh, sweetheart?â
âY-Yes, yes,â you pant as you start riding him in earnest. âOhâoh, fuck, MarenâŚâ
âYouâre more wild than you let on. I think youâve been waiting for something like this, huh? Waiting for someone like me.â His breath is heavy, his husky words encouraging. âSo wound up when we first metâturns out all you needed was to let loose, hmm?â
Heâs not even dirty talking, not really, but the way he speaks to you just makes you wetter. Youâre able to keep going thanks to it, keeping the friction from getting uncomfortable. Panting, you roll your hips as you ride him, grinding him where you need him most.
âTell me how it feels, tell me how that big dick feels,â Maren says.
âGood! Feels so good!â
He rewards you with a sudden, hard spank, and you gasp.
âYou got tighter! You are a masochist.â
He smacks you again, making you cry out. âMaren!â
âThatâs right, sweetheart, say my name!â
Smack!
âMaren-!â
Your pace slows as you tireâthe festival has you drainedâbut Maren doesnât hesitate to grab your hips, bracing his legs against the bed to thrust up into you. His tongue pokes out slightly as he pants, bouncing you on his cock, and youâre able to rub your clit now that heâs picked up the slack.
He moans, grip tightening on your hips as his pace picks up. Each thrust shoves you closer and closer to the edge until you crash over it with a strangled cry of his name, orgasm ripping through you.
âI got ya,â he pants, his hurried thrusts work you through your orgasm, head spinning at the feel of your walls spasming around him. âGonnaâŚah, shit, Iâm gonna cumâŚ!â
He stops abruptly, pulling you down onto him so hard it hurts a little, head thrown back and moaning from deep in his gut. His cock throbs as he empties inside you, and then thereâs no sound left but the both of you catching your breath.
He softens inside you, but is still so large he doesnât fall out until you get off of him. You collapse next to his side, resting your head against him, a thick haze of relief and sated pleasure fogging up your brain.
Marenâs arm slings over your body, pulling you closer. You look up at him. He smiles when your gazes meet, that charming, devilish grin that got you here.
âYou good, sweetheart?â
âNever been better.â You match his grin. âNext round, can you fuck me against the wall?â
âOn the wall, on the table, on the floorâŚâ he trails off, and you both giggle. âWhat about tomorrow?â
âTomorrow?â
âOne more day of the festival left.â
You cuddle into his side. âWill you spend it with me?â
Marenâs gaze softens. âOf course, sweetheart.â
It turns out that Maren has far more stamina than you do. He puts you through your paces, and youâre exhausted and sore the next day, leading him to practically carry you around. The final show is incredible, and when the day comes to a close and itâs time to part ways, you tear up a little. Marenâs as cheerful as ever, but you can see past the front he puts out just a little, nowâyou know heâs bummed, too.
âKeep your chin up, sweetheart. Maybe someday weâll meet again.â He says, wiping at the corners of your eyes. âPromise me you wonât miss a guy like me too much?â
You smile and nod, even as you lie through your teeth. âI promise.â
#mdni#nsft#maren x reader#YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT. MAREN X READER#young maren#its so...aaaaaa#im so happy rn ZEN YOURE THE BEST
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Part 2: Concessions Duty - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader
JATP masterlist
Warnings: Swearing I think ?
Words: 3458
Summary: Lukeâs brilliant evening plan puts you in a very uncomfortable spot that not even your best friend can fully remedy.
A/n: Uhhhh are yâall okay??? Everyone who left commentary on part 1 was relating to this a lil too hard and Iâm concerned. Also this isnât thoroughly proofread but I needed to post it before I cut it down to nothingness so, sorry if itâs boring.
 @Lukepatterson: Hey hope u got home okay and ur garden is good im just gonna leave ya my number and you can text me on ur own time ?
Leave it to Luke to spell âyouâ three different ways in the same sentence.
Even without all the details of the situation, heâs respecting boundaries that I hadnât even clearly outlined. Of course, he would. Because heâs understanding and respectful and emotionally intelligent and perfect and⌠in love with Elisa.
The scene of me freaking out at Luke is playing on repeat in my mind all throughout the school day. I find it hard to focus but not in the way I had before the guitar session. Instead of staring at Luke with noticeable heart eyes, I stayed hyper-focused on my work and kept my head down. Naturally, I told Elisa every detail during lunch, and she promised that she wouldnât ask any more questions once we were in the car on the way home. That promise was a massive relief, because for the first time that day, Iâd have a moment of peace from my own mind and my friendsâ inquisitive nature.
I puff out an exhausted exhale as I exit the central school building. Iâm about to round the corner of shrubbery we meet by, before heading home each day, but abruptly stop after bumping into someone who didnât side-step me as I anticipated them to. The force of impact nearly knocks me off my feet but they grab onto my arms to stabilize me. Looking up, I catch a glimpse of Lukeâs bright orange beanie resting atop his mousy brown fringe.
âY/n, I need your help.â
âYou do?â So much for letting me text him on my own time.
âYes. Can we meet somewhere to talk?â
âI mean-â
âHow âbout I pick you up by five-thirty, and we can go to the Vinnyâs on Sunset? Iâll buy you a sandwich as payment?â
âOh⌠Okay, but we canât take long. Elisa and I are seeing a movie at seven.â
âWhat movie?â
âDune- the one with Timothee Chalamet and Zendaya.â
âThatâs actually perfect!â Luke says more to himself than to me, with his typical beaming smile. Why is it âactually perfectâ? Is it because youâre in love with Elisa and want to spend more time with her?
âUh, okay.â
âAnd would you do me another huge favor?â
âMaybe.â Lukeâs smile falters once more when he asks,
âPromise you wonât tell Elisa?â Because you donât want her to think weâre going on a date? Because youâre in love with her? Got it.
â...Sure.â Lukeâs smile doesnât return with my immediate agreement.
âPinky promise?â
âAre you nine?â
âPromise me, Y/n.â He seems desperate, pleading, almost; I pause for a moment. I really like Luke, but he really likes Elisa.
Coming to the realization that I love Elisa more than anything on this godforsaken plane of existence, I reluctantly nod âyesâ and entwine my pinky finger with his. His beaming smile returns to his face when I agree.
âYouâre the best. Iâll pick you up at five-thirty. Be ready!â And with that, heâs disappeared into the sea of chattering Loz Feliz students. I shake my head lightly. Have I learned nothing?
Rounding the foliage where Elisa is waiting, she smiles upon seeing me and extends her elbow for us to link arms, her left in my right. I take her offer and we walk to her car together as she tells me how excited she is for our movie outing.
âAre we carpooling or meeting up?â
âI have toâŚâ I do everything in my power not to panic, â-do a few things first so Iâll just meet you there.â
âSounds good. Did you ever listen to that Shawn Mendes song I sent you?â
âNo, I did not.â
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Iâm dressed for my movie outing with Elisa, which entails comfortable jeans and my favorite t-shirt, with my school hoodie because AMC loves to blast the A/C for some reason. Iâm arguably underdressed for the night out, but not for the old sub shop and seventy-six degree LA evening weather. Iâm sitting on the couch, scrolling through my Instagram feed to kill time as I wait for luke. I told mom where I was going before the movie just in case Luke has a change of heart and decides to abduct me.
At five-thirty P.M. on the dot, I get a text from Luke saying heâs outside.
âIâm leaving now!â I call out to my mom who is in this house somewhere.
âYou have everything? Phone, house key, money, a card they can use to identify your body?â
âYes, maâam. Love you!â
âBye,â she hollers, one room over from the one where I was sitting.
Scurrying down the driveway, I hop into the passenger side of Lukeâs black jeep wrangler.
âHey.â
âHi.â The conversation comes to a screeching halt due to how awkward I am in general. Thankfully, Luke decides to break the awkward silence. Heâs always so collected in school, itâs intimidating.
âI want to thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I know weâre not exactly close but I feel like we could become close friends.â
âYeah, close friends...â I just love this for me, I really do. âSo, what did you need my help with?â
âUhm, you and Elisa are best friends,â he begins strong.
âThat we are.â
âWell, I need your help⌠with her. You know me and Reg are super close, too. Remember how I said heâs too dopey for his own good?â One thought after the other demonstrates how scatterbrained Lukeâs stream of consciousness really is; a scowl spreads across my face the longer the conversation drags.
âWhat are you trying to say?â
âReggieâs super friendly, so sometimes itâs hard to tell who he really likes, but...â
âI still donât know what this has to do with me.â
âReggie likes Elisa.â
â...Did he tell you that?â I ask after a long, shocked pause.
âWell, no, but based on the way he was acting at the mall the other day and how closed off he was about it afterward, itâs pretty clear he has a crush on Elisa.â About five million different questions race through my mind but of course, I just had to settle for the weirdest one.
âAnd youâre okay with that?â Luke takes his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me like Iâm the most bizarre creature heâs ever seen.
âUhhh, yeah, I guess?â
âYou donât mind if he likes her?â
âI mean, itâs not really my place to âmindâ, right?â he asks with a sense of incredulity that makes me have a visceral doubt of everything I thought I knew.
âWell⌠I just thoughtâŚâ I debate whether or not I should continue my thought, but the softening of Lukeâs puzzled countenance makes me less inclined to continue. âNothing.â
I find myself lost in thought once again as Luke pushes through the thick silence, and rambles on about sandwiches or something for the rest of the ride. Once he places the car in park, I move to get out of the car, but Luke stops me.
âText me your order and Iâll bring it back to the car.â
âWhy?â
âOur conversation stays confidential in the confines of the car.â I open my mouth to speak but canât find the words I want to say, which Luke takes as a confirmation and disappears into the sandwich shop. After texting him my full order, I turn off my phone and find myself staring at  my hands. How did I end up in Luke Pattersonâs car even though weâve only had maybe five conversations at most? And heâs recruiting me to help pimp out Elisa because he thinks Reggie likes her?
It takes a mere ten minutes of my conflicting thoughts before Luke is sliding back into the driverâs seat with sandwich bags and bottled drinks in hand.
âSo, I was thinking,â he says after taking a huge bite of his sandwich, âWe could lure them both to the garage after practice, but then you said youâre seeing a movie tonight, and I think we could either stage running into each other and sitting close, or-â he takes another bite that he decides to talk through. âWe could show up together, and sit in a specific way that forces them to sit together.â
âThatâs pretty good, actually.â
âThank you. So which do you think would work better?â I think for a moment, running through both scenarios and imagining Elisaâs reactions.
âI think itâd work better if we showed up together. If we just ran into each other she might say hi and then completely disregard you two.â
âOuch. Are we that forgettable?â
âYour word choice, not mine.â
Luke rolls his eyes playfully, trying not to laugh at my response. I feel my phone buzz in my lap and look down to read the notification as I reach for my drink. Before I can grab my drink, I feel my hand lightly touch Lukeâs, and I pull back like Iâd been shocked by him. He simply sends me a lazy smile and reaches for his drink with his left hand, and hands me my bottle with his right. I accept the drink, slightly embarrassed by how I had responded.
âElisa?â I say directly to myself before I read the message.
MESSAGES:
Elisa: Is it my turn to buy icees or yours? Y/n: Yours <3
âWhat did she say?â
âWeâre just talking about concessions. Itâs her turn to buy icees... maybe thatâs how we force them to sit together: I send her to get concessions and then we can rush into the theater, and sit accordingly.â
âYouâre a genius.â
âOh, I wasnât being ser-.â
âThis is gonna be so good, Reg will just have to owe me one.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âI mean, we both like her.â I didnât think that question had a wrong answer but I stand corrected.
âWhy donât you just ask him to confirm?â
âNah, he gets weird about this kinda thing when he really likes someone.â
âBut heâs such a flirt with everyone.â
âExactly,â Luke takes a short swig of his coke, âSo his naturally bold behavior becomes inverted with me when itâs really serious.â
âYou say that like itâs an obvious logical progression.â
âYou donât think itâs logical?â
âI think it sounds like pseudo-logic. Wouldnât he become even bolder with people he likes instead of shutting them out?â Luke shakes his head dismissively.
âI mean, from your perspective, yeah. But heâd shut me out and isolate himself in fear of judgment, and heâd be even bolder with Elisa because he wants to show interest.â My phone buzzes in my lap again.
âHow did- whatever. Just hang on a sec.â
MESSAGES:
Elisa: Cool Elisa: Iâm leaving now Y/n: Iâm like ten min max from the theater
âWe should get going.â
âWhat time is it?â Luke asks through one more mouthful of sandwich.
âSix fifteen.â
âAlright, well, Iâm almost done.â He shoves the entire last two inches of his sandwich in his mouth at once and then puts the keys in the ignition. I watch the entire action in a stunned sort of silence. Did I really just witness that? I choose not to comment and just focus on finishing my own food in the duration of time it takes to get to the theater. Luckily Luke drives slow enough that I donât have to choke it down like he just did.
âAny update on Reggie?â I ask once heâs put the car in park. Luke pulls his phone out of his pocket with a sigh and furrowed brows in concentration.
âHe said heâs in this parking garage, A3.â
âArenât we in A3- AHHHH!â I scream when Reggie hits the passenger side window. The two of them erupt in laughter much to my dismay. Unbuckling my seat belt and sliding out of the car I fuss, âWhat if I had a condition and my heart gave out when you scared me?â
âThen I guess Iâd have to resuscitate you with CPR.â
âMouth to mouth is for breathing and lung issues, not heart issues. Chest compressions would be okay though.â A genuine smile appears on Reggieâs face and he nudges my shoulder in greeting. We begin walking into the mall from where we currently stand in the parking deck.
âGlad you could make it.â
âI mean you guys are kind of crashing our plans soâŚâ
âOur?â
âElisa and I are going to see Dune. You two are just stowaways.â
âOh.â Oh? What does he mean oh?
âY/N!â
âElisa!â We run toward one another and she grasps my arms in her hands as she speaks.
âI thought we werenât gonna be able to sit together but thereâs like no one here for this showing apparently, also t-shirt and jeans? Really? Also, why are you with Luke in Reggie?â She asks the last question in a hushed voice so as to avoid either of them hearing our chat.
âItâs a long story. And leave my t-shirt and jeans alone!â
âWhatâs up, Elisa?â Luke asks once theyâre back within conversation range.
âDid we all buy tickets online?â
âYeah.â
âCool. Iâm excited to hang out but I donât know how to feel about the movie,â Elisa confesses as we scan our QR code with the podium attendant.
âWell, maybe thatâs because you havenât seen it yet.â
âAha ha ha,â she deadpans once the four of us have made it in. I look up at Luke to make sure he still remembers the plan. His nod of confirmation encourages me to speak up.
âLuke and I will go save seats since yâall are on concessions duty.â
âI can get your guysâ stuff if you all want to go sit down,â Reggie offers with a sweet smile. Of course, Reggieâs kindness is a blindspot in this plan. Of course, it would be.
âAre you sure?â Elisa asks cordially. He smiles and nods before saying,
âYeah, Luke and I can handle it, why donât you two go get seats.â Looking over at Luke once more, I gauge his reaction and though surprised, he sends me a look that heâs got this and I leave with only a little bit of hesitation. Opening her wallet, Elisa passes Luke a ten before linking her left arm in my right.
âY/n wants a blue icee and I want red.â And with that, she begins pulling me toward the correct theater.
âSo, why are you acting so strange?â She asks pointedly yet casually once weâre out of earshot. I feel my breath catch in my throat. Should I tell her? We never keep things from each otherâŚ
âYou cannot say anything okay?â
âUh, okay?â
I let out a sigh as I pulled open the door to the small theater for the two of us to enter on the left side. The metal of the door handle is cold against my skin thatâs growing warmer and warmer with each moment I spend bracing myself for the delivery.
âLuke thinks Reggie has a crush on you and wanted my help to pimp you out, but I promise this was all his doing.â A brief silence settles between us.
Then, the laugh Elisa lets out is borderline humiliating. Why are you laughing, Elisa? Iâm not laughing. Through small giggles here and there she chokes out,
âI have no trouble believing this was Lukeâs idea.â Thank god. Walking a few stairs up, we opt for the empty row above the centermost one, and she leads me into the center of it. She knows I like being in the direct middle, so she opts for the seat one step right from the center. Being her best friend comes with all these little minor but conscious efforts, and being so mentally synched with one another somehow makes me feel worse about the entire situation.
âI didnât invite them but regardless, thereâs not much we can do about it now.â
âSo what do you need me to do? Just sit next to him the entire movie?â
âLiterally nothing else. We just have to hope they come in from the right side and then walk up the row so heâs next to you.â
âWell, thatâs on them.â
âBut you have to pretend you have no idea whatâs going on though.â
âMy theatre training has prepared me for this moment,â she jokes as she opens her purse and offers me some warm vanilla sugar bath and body sanitizer. âWait, you said Luke thinks Reggie likes me? He doesnât know?â
âI asked him in the car, and he said something about how he was acting at the mall the other day.â
âHe didnât seem any different?â
âAnd he said Reggie owed him one becauseâŚâ I look at Elisa who stares at me in anticipation, âBecause he said they both like you.â Her expression resembles one that can only be described as pity-shock.
âOh, Y/n-â Elisa cuts herself off when she sees Luke and Reggie round the corner of the entrance halls, past my head. Theyâre not on the right side, but Luke thinks quickly on his feet and once they make it up the stairs to where weâre sitting, he gestures for Reggie to step in first. Moving past the empty seats on the end Reggie comes to the chair on my left and plops down next to me. My mouth drops a little bit and I look up at Luke. He laughs awkwardly and lowers his voice,
âReg, you donât wanna move all the way down?â
âIâm good,â he smiles, handing Elisaâs drink to Luke and gesturing for him to move past the three of us. I turn to look at Elisa and sheâs just as confused as I am. Reluctantly at first, Luke then decides to move all the way into the row and takes the chair to the right of Elisa. We fucked up, we fuck up real bad.
âHave you read the Dune series?â Reggie asks as he opens the paper around his straw, poking it past the lid, into a dark cola of some sort.
âUh, no. I havenât.â
âMe neither.â
âI think Elisa did though. Didnât you read the books?â
âJust the first one. Thereâs like twenty of them and-â
âThatâs cool. So, are you a big sci-fi kind of person, Y/n?â
âI donât know if Iâd consider myself a huge sci-fi person. Are you?â When I ask the question Reggie launches into a rather endearing info-dump about all things sci-fi, including his fascination with the Star Wars series and his contempt for JarJar. I nod along, only half listening as I pick up on Luke and Elisaâs conversation.
âYou look really good tonight.â
âAs opposed to during the school day when I look like a 1600s Parisian orphan?â
âNo, you look good all the time, but tonight especially.â
âThanks. I wish I had Y/nâs superpower of being able to wear anything and still looking put together.â
âYouâre naturally beautiful though, so-â
âBut sci-fi, in general, is just such a large genre and there are so many other movies that I havenât seen yet, so I might not be the best judge. Did you like the Star Wars movies?â Reggieâs voice cuts back through.
âSome of them,â I answer his question, praying that the conversation would just end there. The fates are on my side as the lights dim and the volume increases for the trailers and pre-show announcements. Picking up my ice-cold, translucent plastic cup, I take a long sip of my icee. This is gonna be a long night.
About a quarter of the way into the movie, Elisa nudges my foot with hers. I look at her to ask whatâs going on but donât need to once I clock Lukeâs arm resting across the back of her chair. She looks at me with a straight face but I can see a glimmer of hesitation in her eyes. I just shrug and give her this look of it is what it is. I play at being careless, but Lukeâs interest in Elisa is getting to me, and she can tell itâs getting to me. Scooching closer, she lays her head on my right shoulder, ignoring Luke fully. I lay my head on hers, resting my left hand on the armrest of my chair, hovering near my half-finished icee for whenever Iâm thirsty again.
The placement was a poor choice because Reggie has read the position as an invitation and slipped his hand into mine. Whispering at a volume that only Elisa can hear, I think to myself once again: this might as well happen.
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A/N: Yâall are all the pretty best friends in my mind so thatâs gotta count for something right?
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if its alright! wrt the 'directors commentary' asks, honestly anything /Anything/ for 'imperfect life', oof :0
ONE DVD COMMENTARY TRACK COMING UP BECAUSE HELL YES you may ask me about this one. GOD I HOPE THIS READ MORE WORKS OR IâM GONNA DIE OF SHAME. For those of you whoâve missed my pleas: imperfect life is on AO3 here. read it or i cry.
Okay I reblogged that post with not much of an idea about what Iâd actually have to say but imperfect life is at least at the forefront of my mind lol
First things first Iâd had an idea for a fic about Hodgson At Mutineer Camp that i wanted to write floating around my head for a while that was. I suppose centred on the sheer Betrayal of GIBSON YOU CHANGED MY SHEETS FOR THREE YEARS? WHAT THE FUCK? And as I did more research abt both of them and found that theyâd been on ships together & that it was likely that either Hodgson or Peglar got Gibson his job? Fuckin wrote itself, especially seeing as in show-canon Bridgens is the Peglar Papers Steward.
Anyway Iâve said this before to everyone whoâll listen but I will say it again: I think Hodgson is misinterpreted & underappreciated by a lot of the fandom &Â it makes me SAD and also ANGRY.
Like: I once saw someone say that he was âmad about Jopsonâs promotion, so fuck that guyâ? NO. He MISSED Jopsonâs promotion! He would have gotten a KICK out of Jopsonâs promotion! You BASTARDS! Hickey picks on him SPECIFICALLY because heâs out of the loop! Iâll kill you!
Ham jokes? Iâm coming to your HOUSE. manâs as âobsessed with hamâ as any self-respecting naval officer starving to death in the arctic
Then thereâs the âWho is this?â being taken as some kind of a-okay for cannibalism instead of a guy who saw someone shot dead just last night and then spent the morning burying said dead'un being literally scared out of his mind by a greasy lil rat with a knife and Tozer blocking the tent flap with a fuckign RIFLE. DAMN YOU ALL.
Do I think heâs a complete FOOL? YES. Do I think he ever had any kind of malicious intent? NO. Okay anyway Iâm gonna talk a bit more abt that later so let me go back to the next part lmao
So Part 2 of the George Henry Hodgson Saga was then to figure out why he had to go stay with his aunts - this ALSO came pretty straight to me, for whatever reason. I think it might have started off as just his parents pleasure jaunt, but as I was thinking about later scenes with Jimmy Fitzjas I came up with a thing abt - Im not gonna find the reference now but in the battersby book thereâs a bit abt William Coningham going to take the waters at bath or whatever for Weak Lungs which OBVIOUSLY made me think of my favourite comsumptive Of All Time Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin & the countryside retreats he & his sister Emilia took for their symptoms as teenagers (and unforch Emilia died of tuberculosis aged just 14⌠rip)
ANYWAY I had some VAGUE idea that George n Fitz could have some kind of Passing Discussion abt Brothers With Shite Lungs that obviously never came to fruition but. Lol whatever, it gave me a reason for why My Parents Sent Me To Stay With Two Aunts.
UH. Right, so then like the third leg for this to stand on was that Fitzjames and Hodgson had ALSO served together & Fitzjames had: 1. recommended Hodgson to the expedition 2: mentioned him TWICE in his Voyage of the Cornwallis 3. Mentioned him in his letters to the Coninghams from disko bay (one of the only Terrors mentioned - thereâs a passage abt Fitzjames going to look at the icebergs with Fairholme and Hodgson. ANYWAY; show-canon Hodgson has a sense of humour and I really think he tried to make the men see him as approachable, at least compared to the other Terror officers and that reminds me a lot of how the historical Fitzjames seemed from mystery man! Seeing as they KNew each other I think itâs not unfair to suggest that heâs trying to emulate an older and more successful officer! He wants to succeed! He wants to have fun and to be loved by The Men!
My friend said something very Prescient abt this to me recently which was that THere are a lot of similarities between Hodgson & Fitzjames and itâs kinda like. Fitzjames is the Ideal, and Hodgson just misses the mark. Heâs the average manâs James Fitzjames and because he doesnât know about Fitzjamesâ surplus of political luck that only makes him feel more of a failure. Fitzjames gets a bullet that gets him compared to Lord Nelson, Hodgson gets in the gazette as âslightly woundedâ. Even their monologues! Fitzjames gives a soul-baring confessional heâs never talked about before to someone he respects and he gets! Affirmation! Gets told that heâs a good man and brave and loved! Hodgson gives a soul-baring confessional heâs never talked about before to someone he respects and gets! FUCK ALL! A MAN SITS IN SILENCE! He has to fucking! Walk out alone after all of that! FUCK!!!
Okay so this whole fic just sat in my brain for probably like six months until I literally sat up in bed because I worked out the last piece of the puzzle
(Drac has an epiphany, July 4th 2019, colourised)
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Which was, of course, 'Hodgson went to boarding schoolâ - which is what all of this ends up hanging off of! Boarding school culture! The younger years are servants for the upper years, who in turn are responsible for the younger students!  including discipline etc so like⌠if a younger year brought something up to their âfag-masterâ itâd be sorted by them and maybe prefects, without getting schoolmasters etc involved.
WHICH is why George doesnât tell the captains about what happens to Neptune, because heâs out here trying to be a good fag master and get it sorted himself! His own fag master fucked him over by getting the schoolmasters involved when they oughtnât have been! Heâs not about to be Archibald Harrington-Thurlowe! Heâs not okaying the mutiny! Heâs trying to minimise the damage *on his own* like a fuckin idiot!
IF YOU CALL HODGSON A MUTINEER IâLL COME TO YOUR HOUSE N MAKE YOU GET LOST AND ABANDONED AND END UP EATING YOUR BOOT BEFORE GETTING 'RESCUEDâ BY THE SAME GREASY RAT WHO LITERALLY MURDERED YOUR PAL AND TRICKED YOU INTO SLAUGHTERING CIVILIANS! IâLL. IâM NOT HAPPY.
Iâm just basically so upset about 'one perfect moment in a whole imperfect lifeâ being a childhood memory that he was taught to see as so shameful to compare it to cannibalism under duress? FUCK.
A whole imperfect life in GENERAL has me fucked up! He just kept trying and kept just missing what he was aiming for! I mean. Thatâs relateable. Not one part of a life turning out as you expected or planned? ME!!!! Your achievements add up to nothing and no matter how hard you try you end up a footnote! FUCK offfff
I had some difficulty with the religious angle for a while because. hm. okay. To start with the religious angle IN-CANON is just.... not correct. Catholics don't let you drink the blood. The church of england DOES... and that's what most of these men ARE. The Papist Speech as a whole was cobbled together from one of Crozier's ~Visions~ in the book - and it's important in that case that Crozier is IRISH... Poor analogy, writers! Putting aside that he was also... SEVEN... maybe he was an unusually tall seven-year old, people assumed he'd had first communion/been baptised & no one wanted to cause a fuss... I mean the guy has lead poisoning so it's fair to mis-remember but... YEAH. Messy, which is a shame because it's a powerful monologue very well-delivered, shame it's complete fucking nonsense đ (not to be like... SMH Americans but... smh Americans...)
Anyway, as I wrote it? thatâs me. I wasnât raised religious - my dadâs an old-school small-town Continental Catholic, my mumâs agnostic but raised CofE (but *her* dad was raised Jewish (also continental) during WW2), I think they couldnât be fucked with the drama, I never went to church or anything and as a kid when we had prayers at school assembly I didnât know what I was doing!!!! I felt bad because I couldnât fathom God as a concept!!! I still canât! But as a kid itâs like. I donât understand and on account of that Iâm afraid Iâm going to Hell. tfw you write what you know.
ALSO there were definitely a couple of times where I wrote G H Hodgson as played by B W Wooster and I will not be taking constructive criticism on that.
ANYWAY My brain has kindof turned itself off now but I guess this is just. My own personal backstory to this jhsgfjhs. I actually probably have about 400x more to say but itâs fully evaporated. thank you SO MUCH for asking me though. i die.
#i tag#george hodgson#bc i love him#also#long post#that's my baby officer!#insane character essay tag
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Supernatural Season 15 episode 2 LIVE WATCH w/ Commentary - SPOILERS
Warning: although I am a psychology major please donât take my commentary seriously or as Meta... Iâm not as knowledgeable in the show as Id like to be but that being said, I do analyze ever detail of scenes to my own potential
Alright, enjoy hah
-Seriously what is it with the written women on the show, like why are they so bland and dumb to dangerous situations
- Why are they portraying Sam as shy? Like those 2 seconds were awkward this dude is not shy about speaking to crowds
- I wanna know wtf Belphagor did in hell like he says he was a âpaper pusherâ but he seems to be feared so....?
- âI was a good soldierâ - Belphagor ... huh where have we heard that before
- These empty neighborhood scenes keep giving me Walking Dead vibes
- I find it interesting that Cas wanting to tell the family of the dead girl is tied to the fact that he knew something was wrong with Jack and didnât âtellâ Dean or Sam... AND NOW that he wants to tell these people info, Sam is like no we canât itâs for the good of the people like??
- Wtf is Ketch doing back like I knew he was coming back but I didnât really like the whole men of letters storyline so ://///
- Ewwwwww ketch and Rowena???? Why????????
- So when ketch and Rowena eye fuck itâs seen as sexual tension but when CAS AND DEAN DO IT NOOOO THEYRE JUST FRIENDSSSS
- See Belphagor is wanted dead .... whyyyyyy???
- YIKES AMARA IS BACK IM FUCKING DONE (okay at least they didnât give her that awful makeup)
- âYou said youâd keep us safeâ targeted at Cas is like a knife in my chest... like ... the relation to him keeping Jack safe and even more so, HUMANITY FUCK WHY
- Dean/Cas scene:
- First off, that mild tension at the beginning made me sad
- See the main reason Dean is mad at Cas is not because he didnât tell them about Jack, I think itâs just because he needs someone to blame.
- Also Dean is just - mad- like in general
- Interesting, see Deans also mad because he doesnât see Cas mad at God just sad from losing Jack
- BUT CAS RETALIATES : âYou DONT think Iâm mad? After what he TOOK from me? AFTER WHAT HE DID TO JACK?â
- But alas, Cas still has hope. âThat doesnât mean it was ALL a lieâ
- Dean feels helpless, after all, his life as a hunter was purposeful. He was prideful of it. Yet, Chucks actions only demean everything Dean values in himself. Castiel on the other hand, has chosen humanity and defied the expected of him. Perhaps thatâs why we have these two obvious viewpoint
- âNothing about our lives is real... maybe you can pretend like maybe we actually had a choice... I canâtâ
- âYou asked, what about all of this is real? We are.â
- I just want to take a moment and analyze this a bit because I saw it kinda taking off on twitter. Now Iâm a Destiel fan 100% but honestly this scene wasnât like a Destiel revelation in the romantic sense... as in âwe as an item are realâ. Instead I think Cas is trying to show Dean that Deans actions, Deans life is and always been his own. He is real. Castiel is real. And with that, they have both made decisions they chose to make. (âChuck mightâve known the obstacles but WE ran our courseâ) I donât know but that what I think it meant- which to me is more meaningful.
- OMG KEVIN WTF ?!!!!!!!
- YâALL WHAT HOLD ON IMMA WATXH THIS WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING BC IM SAD AND SHOOK WTF
- Ok Iâm back and imma be honest,second half of this ep was a lil lack lustering
- Total Rate: 5/10
- Conclusion: I mean theyâre in the same boat they were in in episode 1... ketchâs character only introduced a potential new character (demon) and thatâs that.
- Stars of the Episode go to Rowena and Kevin
- Alright see you next week :)
Season 15 Ep 1 live rant
#spn spoilers#spn live posts#castiel#supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#love#dean is bi#deancas#sam and dean#sam winchester#spn 15
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BNHA AU Ideas : Happy Famlies
Also on AO3!
TL;DR: This AU is exactly what is sounds like. Everyone gets a happy family.Â
Feat. Dadmight, and his sons Izuku and Tenko, Big Bro Dabi with his little bro, Shinson and his Dadzawa.
allmight n inko end up dating and tenko n izu are brothers
dabi and tenko are third year ua herocourse students when izu and the others join
tenko is a soft sunshine boy cause izu rubbed off on him a lot
dabi wants to be an underground hero so he'll never be like his father
todoroki takes the entrance exam so inasa and hitoshi are recommendation students
izuku kills the exam because he starts ua being able to use full cowl 5%, breaking allmights record with a whopping 130 points
because consider dabi, shouto, izu, tenko and hitoshi all singing karaoke together, dabi has a tambourine and tenko is violently shaking maracas
izuku and inko dont know toshi is allmight, but tenko and toshi are terrible liars
the first time toshi meets izuku its just tenko presenting him saying "you gotta give it to him dad"
izu is only 5 n still broken up about having no quirk, toshi says he might just be a late bloomer while tenko nods
toshi sneaks izuku his quirk when he turns 7, izuku wakes up n accidentally punches a hole in the ceiling, he n katsuki make up cause izuku has a bomb ass quirk even if it does break his bones
he and inko just think he was a late bloomer cause his quirk was so strong. tenko and toshi highfive
seven year old izuku walking back into his house like mom i broke both my arms again :(((
katsuki actually helps him work out the flick thing
"it breaks my arms!" "then use less you dumb fuck!" "oh yeah actually thank you"
theyâre so used to shouting criticisms while sparring that they still do it after they enter ua
when they spar at the sports festival mic canât get a word of commentary in bc itâs just a constant slew of
âkACCHAN I TOLD U TO STOP LEADING WITH UR RIGHTâ
âSHIITY DEKU IF U LAND LIKE THAT UR GONNA BREAK UR LEGSâ
dabi n tenko the third years can hear them in their own stadium. tenko is cheering softly, dabi has a heart attack when he sees the walls of ice
izu has a massive handshapped scar on his wrist from when tenko saved him by pulling him out of the way of a car
he doesnt mind it but it makes tenko sad so he wears a lil cuff over it
tenko snuck in to watch the entrance exam he n toshinori are cheering quietly, the other teachers just sigh
izuku broke allmights record for points scored in the entrance exam but hes still scared he failed
tenko wants to s c r e a m
USJ ANGST TIME
starts as normal students enter, villains arrive kurogiri has an ear piece and is talking with afo directly, some of the 8 prefects goons are there too
hitoshi used his quirk on kurogiri to find out who they are, but is targeted after that and the villains know not to respond
the students are scattered, its izu/tsuyu and hitoshi. they do the whirlpool thing w/o the sitcking, hitoshi instructs them to tread water and not to move
hitoshi is nearing quirk overuse, tsuyu is shaken, izu is pretty much ok
aizawa is fighting the villains as normal, the nomu arrives
hitoshi tries to mind control the nomu, kurogiri attempts to direct one of the nomus punches to hitoshi, aizawa cancels the portal, severing one of the nomus arms. its grows back, aizawa is beaten
izuku charges forward, fighting the nomu with a higher percentage of full cowl than he can safely use but they are evenly matched
todoroki shows up, cant help because the two are moving so fast he cant aim his quirk and not hit mido
he and hitoshi keep kurogiri busy
before allmight arrives, dabi and tenko do, after seeing tenya running towards the school
izuku can barely move, over using his quirk to the point that he has countless micro fractures and the nomu has landed a few punches, and he took others to protect aizawa
tenko yells at dabi to grab izuku, kurogiri mentions that his master killed tenkos family and hes pissed
he cant stand up to the nomu but shouto makes an opening and he and dabi try to damage it as best they can, shouto has to hold izuku down to stop him from joining the fight again
allmight arrives, quickly dispatches the nomu, turns on Kurogiri
so tenko, allmight and a shaky izu are all facing down kurogiri while afo is trying to convince him to keep fighting
reinforcements arrive and kuro nopes out
as soon as the portal closes, izuku collapses and tenko n allmight rush over, shouto is grabbing onto dabi and hitoshi is trying to get aizawa to respond
hitoshi, crying, has to ask dabi to pick up his dad because his arms are shaking to bad hes scared he might drop him
tenko has no gloves anymore and he cant touch izuku and hes just lost, shouto wraps an arm around him and hitoshi n they cry as dabi takes aizawa and allmight takes izuku to recovery girl
aizawa n izu in the same hospital, hitoshi tells him what izuku did n aizawa fucking, breaks out of bed like a jackass to call him a problem child then fucking limps back
less depressingly, happy families dabi and tenko do "get help" from Thor Ragnarok
"gET heLP hEs BUrnINg UP"
aizawa : "kids that movie is like 240 years old"
izuku : "so... you know it then?"
aizawa: "fuck"
nighteye and gran torino are izuku and tenko's terrible uncles
he stars school at 5%, internships is 10%, camp gets him up to 15% so hes around 25% at the eri rescue
ochako being a terrible influence on kirishima
âuraraka i like katsuki. what doâ
âpush it downâ
âwhatâ
âpUSH UR FEELINGS Downâ
also happy families shouto actually interns w nighteye n izu because dabi said he was an ass so no death thanks
one person asks izuku what his quirk is
he pauses
"aaaaaaaaaa"
"hm"
"my mum has minor levitation and my dad is quirkless"
izuku pauses again.
"wait"
"wait im not toshis biologically"
"waiT Who WAs My FirST Dad?"
shouto thinks inko has an affair w allmight then married his secretary but izuku met toshinori through tenko so he just lays down on the floor and screams
shoutoâs brain is going to explode one day
consider tenko and izuku looking soft and pure but you turn around and suddenly you dont have a wallet and your food is gone
happy family izuku and kastuki were eachothers first kiss but in a dumb ass way
izuku was like "i need to ruin my frist kiss so the next one will be better"
"wow me too, you seem like the worlds worst option!"
"cool!"
they both almost gagged afterwards
tenko walked in on them violently scrubbing their lips
âwow katsuki who was ur first kissâ
bakugou stares off fondly into the distance
âdeku :))â
"it was fucking terrible" wistful sigh
izuku, blushing happily: âid never do it againâ
izuku: "yeah i scrubbed my face until it bleed so none of my skin would be tainted"
first week of 1a, someone asking izuku if he and katsuki are/were dating so izuku asks ochako to launch him into the sun
no matter how many people they date everyone always insists that katsuki and izuku are dating each other
izuku is actually dating shouto but no one believes him for some reason
dabi and hitoshi find it so funny
please consider dabi being the frontrunner of these rumours, like these random first years will come up to izuku while heâs eating lunch with shouto and theyâll be in t e a r s
âwHY ARE YOU CHEATING ON BAKUGOU SENPAI?â
izuku starts crying
shouto, totally deadpan: "i thought our love was real, izu-chan"
izuku wheezes
they have a katsudeku fan club and shoutoâs the mascot
dabi is in it. hes a full hero at this point but nezu gave him a pass so he could attend
they have weekly meetings
itâs dabi, shouto, kirishima and like twenty first year girls from every class
shouto, in a deadpan voice: âgood morning girls today i saw katsuki and izuku sharing bread. discussâ
kirishima is one of the most popular fanartists
tenko loves the meme but looking at his brother and bakugo âdatingâ makes him deeply upset so he breaks in to decay all the art on the walls once a week
he crowds shouto in tears one day
âhow are you okay with your boyfriend and your classmate being the subjects of such horrid artâ
shouto, deadpan: âitâs just a prank broâ
izuku falls asleep in the common room and toshi carries him back to his room and has to call tenko to unlock the door for him. tenko was in his own dorm on the other side of school.
he sprinted
iida the good boy finishes his essays the week before and hands them in a day early
izuku, the hot mess, procrastinates by training until he cant feel his arms and doing any other subject work than the stuff due, stays up till 4am to finish his essay and doesnt go back to sleep cause its time for his morning run
they get the same grades
no one knows izuku is a hot mess
Dabi is like izuku but he doesnt study hes just depressed
Tenko finishes his the day before but he gets izuku to read it over
shouto does his essays in class
aizawa wants to be mad but he remembers him mic n tensei distracting the teachers for as long as they can to violently finish their essays
âkatsuki why didnât you finish your essayâ
âi was making oreos from scratch senseiâ
"fair, give me some and you can hand in it wednesday"
he bribes every single teacher into giving him extensions and no one can refuse him bc his extra spicy curry is to die for. he maybe sometimes he helps deku get an extension too but if he does thatâs no one elseâs business but his
izuku acts so soft w the others "oh isnt kacchans food so good? "
but he climbs into through katsukis window
"bitch whats the recipe"
izuku banging on katsuki s window at five in the morning: âkacchan give me ur fucking curry recipe you promised it to me three years agoâ
bakugos hands shake as he tries to call aizawa
âi see u calling sensei kacchan, put the phone down and no one gets hurtâ
he has one of katsukis limited editing all might figurines in his hand
âgive me the recipe and all might lives katsuki. it doesnât have to end this wayâ
shouji, stressed and sleep deprived walks into bakugouâs room just to see izuku menacingly trying to force his way in while bakugou is crying
#bnha#bnha au#midoriya izuku#katsuki bakugou#todoroki shouto#dabi#todoroki touya#deku#midoriya#bakugo#todoroki#shinsou hitoshi#shinsou#aizawa shouta#aizawa#eraserhead#happy families au#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#uraraka ochako#kirishima eijirou#tododeku
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WANTED SHIP PLOTS.Â
  lately i have been thinking about very specific plots for my muses and they arenât exactly ones that i can just reblog into my wishlist or whatever but they are very unique to my girls. so iâve decided to compile all of those plots here, in hopes that someone will see this list and want to do one, two or five. if you want to do any of the plots under the cut with my girlies, please just im me and we can go from there!! these are basically my ultimate ship plots for them that i will actually kill a man for.
**all lesbian plots are highly selective and will only continue if we plot things out extensively and i feel comfortable with roleplaying with you**
PARK AERI. 25. HETEROSEXUAL. MODEL/ACTRESS.
the classic arranged marriage/engagement plot. maybe the son of her fatherâs business partner? they decide it will be a good business deal for them (and ofc aeriâs mother would agree cause it will make aeri even more of a hot topic) and like maybe the guy needs to fix his image so theyâre thrown together. the feeling doesnât have to be mutual but aeri will probably hate him and make it known but she will also like warm up to him.Â
beauty and the bodyguard aka heâs her bodyguard and maybe she gets drunk one night and comes on to him but he just takes her home. but then gets cocky the next day and teases her about it and that will probably build up tension for aeri so they end up sleeping together. but then it happens again and again and it becomes a cycle until theyâre left with figuring out what the hell theyâre gonna do esp when photos are released by the press of the two of them being cozy.Â
aeri is lowkey a big nerd so maybe she goes to the one bookstore frequently and has kinda developed a friendship with the owner/worker and theyâre like the only person in the world that kind of sees her being herself and idk maybe he asks her on a date and shes like *blushes*Â
literally any plot where she falls in love with a bad boy like maybe heâs a killer or a gang member but like she gets turned on by it because sheâs literally the worst
LEE EUNJIN. 21. BISEXUAL. ASPIRING ACTRESS.
forever wanting roommate plots for her because itâs just funny and your muse will get a kick out of seeing her in her natural habitat failing to Function
tbh i wouldnât mind something where she ends up dating a single parent? like eunjin is literally a child herself and if she really likes the person she will want to make it work even if it means putting on a diaper backwards or somethingÂ
DO BORA. 19. QUESTIONING. MED STUDENT.
her first gay experience?? yes please?? like bora is the purest baby ever and like having a crush on a girl will be the softest thing ever and it would be so sweet if she had a girlfriend who kinda takes her under her wing and shows her the gay way. she will be the most flustered lil angelÂ
i really want maybe a ghost/bora plot or something? sheâs a clairvoyant and can see ghosts and sheâs also like a magnet for supernatural things and has been all her life so it would be interesting for her to like idk fall in love with a ghost
literally any supernatural creature x bora ship makes me excited.Â
your muse works at the hospital she is interning at as an entertainer in the childrens ward or something and they cross paths often and their first unofficial date is them eating vending machine food at 3am while sheâs on a 14 hour shift and then it turns to them sneaking into the janitors closet and her turning to them when she loses her first patient etc.Â
CHA MUHYEON. 24. HETEROSEXUAL. GOVERNMENT ASSASSIN/AGENT.
they both work for the government and are assigned to do an undercover mission where they need to be husband and wife in a neighbourhood to gather intel or something and they basically end up actually being a married couple and falling in love
a life as we know it plot where they went on a blind date set up by their friends who happen to be a couple years before and it was shit, they end up despising each other. flash forward and that friend couple are married and have a baby that they are the god parents of. those friends die in a crash and theyâre left to raise their child.Â
childhood best friend who is like her bro that she gets fake engaged to just to shut her parents up and to make it seem like she has a normal life and itâs like awkward for them to kiss and stuff but ofc they end up falling in love.
a bad boy criminal who finesses her and she falls in love with him when working his case and now theres a major conflict of interest because oh no heâs really bad.Â
THEODORA. 26. BISEXUAL. MECHANIC.Â
roommates to lovers please and thank you. like they would have to be a bro kind of person for her to get along with and like imagine if they are both pretty broke so they only have a studio apartment to share with one bed.Â
younger!teddy moves in across the street for the summer with her family. falls in love with your muse for the summer but they need to part ways, only for her to be bit by a werewolf on the day she was supposed to leave. she needs to stay in town to be part of her pack so she ends up still living across the street and your muse is like ?? and she explains it. basically human significant other x an adjusting werewolf pls.Â
PARK NARI. 26. HETEROSEXUAL. EX IDOL/SONGWRITER.
maybe a boy that she grew up playing baseball with since that was pretty much her childhood and they reunite years later after she debuted and also fell from the spotlight as an idol idk?
a fake engagement plot between her and a work colleague since her mother is always pressuring her to be a wife and have kids so she decides to take matters into her own hands and fakes it to get her off her back. fails to realize she needs to actually pretend to be in love with this person and things get awkward at work.Â
maybe an old trainee/idol friend who she hasnât seen since she debuted years ago gets signed to her company and walks into her office one day to record a demo for a song that she was working on. maybe the song was written about them. maybe she was in love with them??
MOON OCTAVIA. 22. QUESTIONING. ART STUDENT.
childhood best friends/neighbours who wave grown up together and have been inseparable since birth? like they have basically been dating all their lives just without the kissing and stuff: girlfriends have always been jealous of her or threatened even though everyone in town has accepted they are like this. going into college she gets into witchcraft and puts a love spell on him after realizing she has a case of Feelings. plot twist: the spell doesnât work on them because they are already in love with her. also their parents are best friends too and provide funny commentary and her dad is actually surprised they end up together even tho the other parents have been rooting for them.
basically sheâs the schoolâs big old virgin and gets made fun of a lot for it and maybe thereâs a jock who makes a bet with his buddies where they are like âi bet u wonât be able to take her v cardâ so he starts dating her as a bet. but falls in love with her. lots of angst when she finds out.Â
okay but also something like buffy the vampire slayer where sheâs like willow aka the witch and your muse is like xander aka the human friend and idk i have some ideas (may have lowkey written a fanfiction that was a the 100 x btvs cross over and that is what octavia is based off of)
another first gay experience would be great for this lil bean. sheâs another one who would get flustered and shy over having a crush on a girl and stuff.
TEACHER X STUDENT PLOT TOO!!Â
ANDROMEDA LEE. 24. BISEXUAL. CRIMINAL.Â
an inmate x guard relationship like in s1 of orange is the new black but she doesnât end up pregnant with a baby (or maybe she does who knows) and maybe they end up living happily ever after once she gets out.Â
someone she does shady stuff with who has kinda always had her back even though they have gotten in trouble doing things together but still.Â
good boy/girl bad girl but they find out that at heart she is actually a good girl.
#indie rp#indie krp#krp#open rp#wanted plots#sora is the only one not here bc i think she may be a singleship muse im not sure#ANYWAY!!! im gonna go to sleep but i hope to wake up to a lot of ims pls
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