#like why would you purposely avoid someone who you would consider a friend after you start dating someone

[chansoooo1-blog]

The way Carmy starts avoiding and distancing himself from Sydney after he starts going out with Claire. Like you can't make this shit up??

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hii i have a request for megumi x reader where he is unaware of readers attraction to him and he is doesn’t realise the effect of when he does something like scratch his neck and his shirt lifts and it happens one too many times until she admits that he’s pretty which makes him all flustered😭 can be sfw or nsfw

Staring Problem

Five times Megumi caught you staring at him + the one time you caught him staring at you

Notes: I got carried away whoops. Flustered Megs is my fav followed by feral. (I actually had another scenario like this for Christmas except the Reader was doing it on purpose rofl; this one is just a bit ditzy). Thanks for the request. It was fun! Thank you @avidbroswer and another friend for beta reading!

Relationship: Megumi x Fem!Reader

Tags: Fluff, humor, mild sexual context but overall SFW (i.e. no sex), 5000 words

The first time Megumi notices you staring at him is after the baseball game with the Kyoto students.

The game was a big win for your group. Everyone was loudly cheering and celebrating your victory over your sister school – aside from him. It’s not that he wasn’t pleased with the victory. Who wouldn’t be? The cheering and high-fiving wasn’t his scene though. The most celebration he required was simply brushing his hand through divine dog’s fur for a job well done before dismissing the creature.

Megumi walks back to the dugout, steps into the drop-off, and peels his helmet from the top of his head. The sweat accumulated in his helmet causes his hair to cling to him, forcing it down against the back of his neck and his bangs into his line of sight more than usual. He never liked what he considered too much hair on his nape; and for some reason, Gojo hated it even more. Not that he ever understood why Gojo would care about how he styled his hair. He was just weird, he guesses.

Either way, it was annoying.

Gripping his shirt collar, he brings it to his forehead to clean the moisture away, and there’s the added bonus of the breeze cooling off his stomach as his shirt untucks from his uniform pants. He finishes off his grooming with a quick stroke of his fingers up through his bangs before reaching for his water bottle.

It isn’t until he’s finished drinking and wiping away the small bead of water that escapes his mouth to cascade down his pointed jaw with the back of his wrist that he catches the sudden sensation of someone looking at him.

He glances behind him, scanning the crowd of cheerful faces, and he catches your gaze pinning him down. There’s no mistake you’re watching him, but he isn’t sure why you have that clouded, half-lidded stare locked on him like a homing gun.

It makes him antsy even when your neutral lips turn into a gentle smile, and you move to congratulate Itadori on his victory-winning home run.  

The next time he catches you, you’re at the café with the other first years, pouring over schoolbooks together. He doesn’t often study with the others outside of class; but out of everyone in the school, he has the best head on his shoulders academically so he can’t really refuse when the three of you earnestly ask for his help for once.

As he draws one leg over the other, Megumi shifts his weight to sit more comfortably in his chair. He rests his chin against his palm, allowing his lengthy fingers to massage the increasingly growing migraine from his throbbing temple while his elbow braces against the table to support the position. His other hand tightens around the handle of his mug and brings it to his mouth. The drink – coffee, black, always – is the only thing stopping his mind from going numb at reviewing the same information he already knows as Nobara struggles to read the chart on this particular page.

“Toos-day.”

“Tuesday.”

“When-is-day.”

“Wednesday,” Megumi corrects.

Stomping onto her feet, her hands slam on the table causing it to shake. Megumi holds his drink closer to his chest to avoid it spilling over as she growls out. “This is so stupid! Why do we need to know English anyway? Why couldn’t it be something like French? Then, we could at least hit up Paris Fashion Week.” She pulls at her hair in frustration, stopping only when you mention that she’ll cause split ends. Sighing, she releases her tension and falls back in her chair. "I need a break."

On that, you're all in agreement.

Taking the opportunity to ease his head, Megumi blows away the steam swirling from his coffee. He closes his eyes if only for a moment to bask in the roast. The liquid is hot and smooth on his tongue, a welcome sensation after walking through the cool evening to get here. It’s enough to earn a small sigh of approval.  

When he opens his eyes, he sees that you’re nursing your own drink by pinching your straw between your lips. However, your eyes are on him 'or maybe the mug near his mouth?' he thinks. Regardless, you’re doing it attentively with an affectionate glint like you were smiling on the inside. It makes his eye twitch.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

You flinch like you’re snapping out a hypnotic trance. Slowly, a meek smile forms as you innocently tilt your head and place down your drink. “I was?”

“You were," Itadori corroborates. "You do it a lot actually," Itadori adds between bites of his sandwich. The fact is something Megumi has begun to notice recently as well. 

Noticing everyone looking at you, your eyes widen slightly before you force them back down to look at your textbook. You slide your hands from the table and rest them in your lap. “I must’ve zoned out,” you say apologetically.

Megumi scoffs.

“If you’re going to ask me to help you study, you could at least pay attention.” Megumi sighs at the growing remorse on your face. “Forget it,” he dismisses and decides to go back to his coffee, but the peace doesn’t last long as he catches that same gaze from you a minute later.

Your eyebrows push in together as you narrow your eyes briefly in thought, and he can’t help but wonder what’s going on in your mind as you cock your head to the side again.

“Ne, Fushiguro,” you begin hesitantly and quietly. He doesn’t think he would’ve noticed you speaking to him with how soft your voice was had he not already been looking at you. “Did anyone ever tell you that your voice is kinda husky in English?”

Suddenly, his face is hot along with his tongue as he inadvertently chokes on his drink while the other two at the table burst out laughing, drowning out your frantic mutterings as you collapse your face into your palms.

It seems to be a cycle now. Megumi would be going about his day when he would occasionally (usually twice a day) get this sensation of being watched. Sure enough, he could find you following him with your eyes. There isn’t any anger when you’re doing it so he’s fairly sure that you’re not cornering him with your sight out of aggression, but he couldn’t think of another reason his presence would be of interest to you.

Megumi tried to ask Gojo the reason why someone might stare at him. When he explained that you were the one doing it, the older man only laughed at his predicament. Megumi didn’t know why he expected him to be any help in the first place anyway.

Maki was even less help (she seemed reluctant even), but at least she didn't look at him like he was an idiot like Nobara. Finally, there was Itadori, who only caused him more difficulty.

(“Are you sure she doesn’t just LIKE you?” Itadori suggested.

Megumi could only roll his eyes then. It always came back to that with him. “Look, if you’re not going to take this seriously—“

”I am!”)

Megumi almost entertained it until he thought ‘what reason would she like me?’ After all, you didn’t know each other that well. There was no explanation available so it had to be something else.

Out of everyone, he decides to take Maki’s advice that it's best to get the answer from the source.

However, whenever he asks what’s the problem, you never seem to give him a direct answer, explaining away your strange…habit. Even stranger was that he was starting to become accustomed to it, slowly losing the annoyance he held for it early on in your relationship – or maybe he was getting better at ignoring it.

Nonetheless, it would still be nice to have an explanation.

When he sees you early at breakfast, and you undoubtedly see him early at breakfast, he finally decides to broach the topic. He sits himself and his plate at your table, and he doesn’t give you the time to make excuses when he knows for certain you were staring at him.

“Alright. Enough already. What's the deal?"

“Hmm?”

“The staring,” he reiterates.

Your mouth opens like you want to say something but throughout the many times he’s confronted you on your manners, not once have you ever given him a straightforward answer.

“Don’t try to give an excuse. You were definitely watching me.”

As the small silence extends in the air so does the embarrassment on your face until it finally fades away along with your resolve. “Okay, this time I was,” you admit very specifically.

“Why?”

“There’s not really a reason," you explain while looking anywhere but directly at him, and it's an easy tell to sense that you're lying.

Megumi narrows his eyes at you. 

“For some reason, I feel like that's not the case."

There has to be some reason your attention is on him so much. He’d at least like to know if it was something he did to you.

“It’s nothing bad really,” you confess, avoiding eye contact with him while your fingers fidget. “Do…you want me to stop?”

Megumi would very much like to say he wants you to stop but somehow he doesn’t think he would be able to force you not to look at him. “I’d prefer it.”

“No problem,” you say and purse your lips tightly. “But…I probably wouldn’t be able to help it every now and then,” you warn him, which piques his curiosity even more.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, that’s because, uhm—to tell you the truth,“ you pause, and he wants to prod more from you but you’re quick to excuse yourself, leaving him with two weeks free from your staring. Or, at least you attempted for that long.

As he accepts that you're not going to stop, it comes to him that he doesn't really care anymore in the following months. It's just how you are, he figures sentimentally. It would feel weird if you stopped at this point. However, it leads to you catching him off guard too often, especially in moments like these.

The two of you were assigned to a mission to dispatch some low-level curses together. It was surprisingly easier than what the mission report suggested, not that he would complain about an easy mission.

Nue is behind him as he requests a ride back to the school over the phone. The bird shikigami is being needier than usual, nudging at the width of Megumi’s back with his head causing Megumi’s voice to be unsteady as the thick plate of Nue’s mask braces between his shoulder blades.

“Cut it out,” he scolds gently, reaching his free hand back to briefly ruffle at random mounds of feathers.

There’s a soft crooning in his ear, begging for attention. He isn’t used to Nue being this affectionate, not like his divine dogs. As he hangs up the call, Nue starts to stroke his head against his side again.

Amused, he huffs softly - as close to a laugh as anyone has ever heard from the taciturn teen – and raises his arm to let the bird cradle better against his side. The gentle cuddling from the shikigami is enough to lighten his mood as auburn feathers tickle against his fingers and coax the smallest smile from him.

“Alright. Alright. That’s enough,” he says affectionately before returning to the serious matters at hand. “We need to regroup with our partner. Can you go scout for her?” Megumi asks; but to his surprise, Nue flutters his wings and twists his head around to stare directly to the side of him…at you, a few feet away.

Megumi didn’t know how long you’d been standing there, watching him. He thinks any time was probably too long in this situation. (He also thinks he might demand you start wearing a bell when you go on missions together.)

With a goofy smile, you walk towards him, and his heart is pounding, anticipating what you could possibly be about to say as you shorten the distance between the two of you, so close that an outreached arm would be enough to close it. The childishly smug look on your face makes his cheeks burn as you gently begin to trace the outline on Nue’s faceplate and press your head against the top of Nue’s.

“Before you say anything, I wasn’t watching you. I was admiring Nue.”

Megumi scoffs. He can’t say he isn’t amused that out of all things to say, you start with that. As if it isn’t obvious by now that he knows that you’re failing hard to hide your bad habit – for whatever reason you have it. And even more amusing was the way your face would highlight in embarrassment as you tried to hide the fact.

“Convenient story.”

“It’s the truth. Isn’t that right, Nue? You’re so handsome that I can’t tear my eyes away,” you praise, cuddling the owl until he ruffles his feathers and chitters, happily letting you drown him in attention.

And for the first time, he finds himself watching you instead with your face buried against his shikigami, and Nue is equally happy for your touch. It’s a sweet scene as Megumi concludes where Nue might have started to learn these overly affectionate tendencies. That is until you turn your head, naturally searching for his presence. When you meet his gaze, you smile warmly at him causing heat to crawl up the back of his neck and his heart to jump in his throat. With your focus on him this way, he is overwhelmed by a new sensation that he isn’t sure why he’s feeling in the first place. It’s not like he was unused to you looking in his direction.

Astonished by the moment, you point out, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before.”

Confused, Megumi blinks at you. Had he been smiling?

Your expression softens. “It suits you.”

Surprised by your tender observation, he shifts his head away, hiding his rapidly reddening cheeks from you.

“Let’s head to the meeting point,” he manages, thanking whoever above that he was able to keep his voice steady at least.

One day, you decided to stop at the café together again. This time it’s only the two of you since the others are still out on their own duo mission. Even with that being the case, he would still have accepted your invitation regardless of the availability status of your other two friends. He isn’t really sure when he started to be okay being alone with you, and he also isn’t sure when you began to get comfortable with him as well. But he finds he doesn't mind either of those anymore.  

“You’re staring,” he points out flatly, not bothering to look up from his book to confirm his accusation. He knows it’s true. “What is it this time?”

There’s a laugh from you, drawing his attention up. “Nothing.”

Normally, he would let you get away with that answer nowadays; but today, Megumi is determined to finally get to the bottom of whatever is up with you and him. 

“Nothing?” he questions again skeptically. You nod, and he holds his gaze on you, pointedly, securely, determined to not even blink as he watches your face.

You frown. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asks, one long blink to reset himself before firmly keeping royal blue eyes locked on you once more.

“That,” you say, motioning to all of him.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Uh-huh."

There’s a small beat of quiet as you return your focus to your book, but you look up every so often (probably to check if he's stopped eye-ing you down, which he doesn't). Holding an arm across your chest to scratch at the other, you squirm. As awful as it is, he feels a bit smug at the way you curve in and start to grow self-conscious.

“This is weird.”

“It is,” he agrees bluntly causing you to pout. He notes how funny it is to finally see the tables turned between the two of you and to have you overly aware of his watch. Even if he doesn’t get his answer, teasing you like this and eliciting that cute reaction is strangely worth it.

“How long are you going to do that?”

Megumi crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, never letting you leave his vision. He shrugs. “Depends. Are you going to tell me?”

You scowl but manage to hold your resolve for the better half of five minutes.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stop,” you say, but he isn’t satisfied with that answer. Choosing to keep his rebellious challenge against you, he leans in closer and keeps up the wall until you finally start to crack under the pressure. “Well…it’s nothing really.”

“Then, tell me.”

“It’s,” you begin then pause.

He hunches in closer as if to keep your secret.

“It’s just that…” he can see you start to fidget in your chair, and for some reason, he feels his own anticipation growing. “You have a really pretty way about you.”

That was not the answer he was expecting.

“Huh? I have…a pretty way about me?” he repeats in disbelief, his face scrunching. “You must be joking.”

“I’m serious,” you tell him. “It’s something in the way you move, it makes it hard to concentrate.”

Megumi could only guess what kind of answer you would have but it wasn’t one that instantly makes his temperature skyrocket and causes his heart to start swelling against his ribcage, spreading the feeling of liquid butterflies through his veins.

“That's the only reason,” you repeat, noticing the way he seemed to completely stop functioning. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

He uncrosses his arms, trying to sputter out a coherent sentence but his mind wouldn’t supply him with one as he fights to keep his own blushing down. “No. I’m not—it’s not that I’m—I just didn’t know what it was about—I—pretty?” he stammers, completely bewildered to the point he thinks his voice might crack for the first time in years. 

You nod, growing more embarrassed. “I mean in a masculine way! Like your eyes, your hands, your voice, and the way your shirt drapes your shoulders. Ah! Basically…you’re really handsome,” you finish quickly when you realize you are rambling stupidly, and you squeeze onto the edge of your chair to calm yourself.

It’s so quiet between the two of you that you could possibly hear one of the cheap plastic straws from the front counter drop.

“Fushiguro-kun?” you ask bashfully.

He focuses his attention on the passerby's walking by the window as he shifts and squeezes at his uniform collar, attempting desperately to hide a fraction of his burning face behind the dark blue fabric. You…were simply attracted to him for some reason he would probably never understand (why in the world would you think any of that about him is attractive?) all this time.

“Let’s pretend this conversation never happened,” he tells you frantically.

Nodding, you confirm. “Yeah! That’s a good idea.”

For once, you’re not staring at him yet Megumi still feels like he can’t breathe despite the rapid rising and falling of his chest showing that he was very well breathing. As his face continues to burn and his stomach churns with this unfamiliarly pleasant and confusing emotion, he wishes his shadow would open and swallow him whole. Forever, perhaps.

It isn’t until later that night when his mind is heavy with thoughts of you, he admits to himself that he doesn’t exactly hate your reason.

Bonus

Before you enrolled in this school, your clan already outlined your priorities in life. Study, learn, become the best sorcerer you can for the benefit of the clan and your own survival. There isn’t time for things like friendship and even less for love, your family taught you, at least not until you’re older.

You agreed with that sentiment, going through your younger teen years not ever having a crush on someone or a strong preoccupation with romance. However, this school is proving that you still very much feel attraction.

Specifically for your withdrawn classmate.

Something about him was just so pretty. You’re not sure if it was the way his hair falls ever so neatly over his forehead before turning back into spiked peaks, or how deep blue his eyes are especially when shadowed by gorgeous rows of midnight eyelashes, or the way he carried himself like the stoic protagonists in the love comics your friends were obsessed with last year.

Maybe it was the entire package.

At the time you first started to notice him, you didn’t have the answer pieced together yet. Seeing that you also hadn’t learned anything proper about romance and attraction from your clan let alone flirting, the only thing you could do was stare at him as you failed to decipher this newfound infatuation that made your heart stutter and your lower body hot with tingles similar to the sensation of ginger spice on your tongue.

‘Is this that puberty thing they were talking about in health class all those years back,’ you wondered. They did say it could happen late, but this late? You weren’t sure, but you did like looking at him. That much was certain.

So, you continued to do so.

It's not like you were exactly going against what your clan told you.

After all, your clan would always say it’s important to be aware of your surroundings as a sorcerer, remember every little detail, and save it to memory, that could be the difference between death and victory in a battle.

Shouldn’t you take that advice to heart when it comes to your teammates as well? After all, these are the people you will be relying on while working. It’s important to learn their mannerisms.

Another thing your clan told you was that hands are an important thing to watch. Any sorcerers’ hands were a danger from Itadori’s hand-to-hand combat style, Gojo-sensei’s domain expansion, and Fushiguro’s entire technique.

His hands were always coming together to summon shadows, and he talked and explained things frequently with them to the point it became a distraction for you.

You also like the way his dominant hand always seems to climb up and curve around the back of his neck in the mornings as he stretches out the tightness from a cramped sleep. You would watch as he glosses each finger across his nape and shoulder, wondering what it would be like to have them coming across your own and to have fingers that could expertly craft signs tickling at your skin.  Would you shudder or would it tickle or would it feel like nothing?  Fortunately, you always resist the shaking urge to glide your own hand across your collar to find the answer.

It isn’t always the way his palm brushes his neck that entirely gets you but the way his sweatshirt rises, barely revealing a ring of beige skin that was normally hidden away under layers of comfortable cotton. It not only exposes him to the stagnant air of the school building but to your wandering eyes that had a bad problem of not being able to remain where they should be.

Objectively speaking, you were aware from day one that Itadori was strong and well-built under his clothes, but you didn’t realize the same could be said for Megumi until you saw the slip of his lower abdominal and the constellation of pale brown freckles hidden in the groove of his hip.

By the time your attention would return to his hands, you would be locked on the gentle way his knuckle catches the edge of his shirt's neckline. It was unknowing to him during those times that the action was teasing you by causing the fabric to lightly shift and expose the crux of his collarbone. 

Then, you didn’t even want to get started on his face or eyes. The same ones that are gorgeously blue even when stormy with annoyance or softened with confusion every time he would catch you.

From your point of view, you admit that both looks were handsome on his face. However, you’re starting to realize from your last interaction that maybe you were being a tad…invasive.  You refused to say creepy without a pillow to scream into.

So, you convince yourself to stop staring whenever you notice your eyes drifting to him. Only small peeks for his comfort unless you were talking to him or he to you. In hindsight, you think you are better at talking to him without embarrassing yourself all the time at least.

Your new resolve would be tested today as you prepare to head to the training field for another day of close combat drills with your upperclassmen. You dress in layers, wearing a light jacket and thigh socks with your shorts, fully intending to ditch both once it heats up a little more in the afternoon.

When you make it to the practice field, you notice two things: that Megumi is there (which you swear you only took note of for two seconds) and that you’re the last to arrive, meaning that you’re going to be the first put through the wringer with Maki-senpai.

The only positive is that you manage to last an extra round against her more than usual, and you’re left with only an aching butt as you hit the ground. You hiss and rub your wounded rear before dusting the ripped-up blades of grass from your lap. Noticing your socks bunched against your ankles, you click your tongue. Bending your legs, you start to shuffle one back up the length of your calf then your thigh. You unfurl it as high as you can until there’s only a small circumference of skin left between your shorts and the top of your sock. Satisfied, you start to repeat the process with your other leg before Maki taps your hip with her staff.

“Megumi is staring at you,” she grunts in a quiet warning, and you blink at her before trying to glance back over to the first row of bleachers. “Not too obvious.”

You force your gaze back to her, using the opportunity to catch Megumi in your periphery. Sure enough, you could barely make him out looking in your direction while Itadori talked to him. That was weird. You don't think you can recall a time where he was watching you unless you did it first. ‘He was probably watching me train,’ you begin to decide.

Before you can register what's going on completely, Maki calls out dryly, "Hey, Megumi, pictures last longer!” 

Barely from this distance, you can see his head snap back and a scowl glowering on his face as he glares at her direction. “What are you talking about?”

“So, you want to play that way,” she mumbles and singles him out with a point of her staff and a crooked smile. “In that case, I’ll explain while we train!”

Megumi looks more annoyed than you have seen him in the last few days as he declares from the bleachers that he’s training with Panda instead as soon as he’s done with Nobara.

“That guy,” Maki grumbles quietly, slapping her staff back against her shoulder and layering a hand on her hip. “He makes things so difficult for everyone, including himself. I guess I’ll have to have a chat with him later.”

"Huh?" you huff as she twists her waist to look at you.

“Well, I can’t exactly have my darling little relative turning out like the rest of those perverts from the clan, after all,” she explains vaguely but instead of anger, there’s a rare hint of sarcastic amusement in her words. Suddenly, it starts to dawn on you what Maki means as your fingers brush the side of your inner thigh, and your throat starts to tighten with something akin to anxiety, and you want desperately to bury your face in your hands as you realize that he was looking at your legs. That he must like your legs…

The thought makes your heart pound, and something pulses inside you with what feels like anticipation as you catch his attention on you again. You were used to lusting after him but it was a different feeling to experience it in reverse – mutually even.

Is this what it felt like? Have you ever made him feel like this by watching him?

You didn’t know what to do.

“What do I do?”

She gives an incredulous look. “Call him out naturally, especially if it bothers you,” she replies. "But that isn't what you want, right?"

You frown, not entirely sure yourself. It didn’t bother you necessarily. If anything, you like his attention on you. It makes your body otherworldly hot when he gives it to you. Pulling your knees to your chest, you think back to what someone in one of those television dramas would do in this situation. It takes some courage, but you find your answer.

You wink at him.

It elicits an immediate response that involves him shoving his hands in his pockets and scrambling to break eye contact; so much that you can see Itadori twisting towards him with concern.

“Hah, that was a good one." Maki lets out a short and harsh snort. "Wait until I tell Panda.”

Smiling proudly, you can’t resist staring at the flush that he has to stand and stalk off to the other side of the field closer to Inumaki and Panda to hide. Out of all the attractive things about him, you think that might top your list; and truthfully, you wanted to see it again.

[celestelunia]

Yk what would be sad. A Vil x GN!reader who keeps changing themselves because Vil keeps insulting everything about them (not on purpose) but he doesn’t realize what’s happening until they just stop talking to him all together because being with him hurts them too much. Nice ending maybe? (I’m a baby and can’t handle angst endings😭)

Hi! So sorry this took a while! Hope you've been well!

First time writing for Vil, but I tried my best lol. Hope you like it!

TW: self-esteem/image issues

"Straighten up"

"That color doesn't look good on you. Try something ligther."

"Hm. That clothing style isn't right. This just won't do."

"No. No. No. It's all wrong."

As you walked down the halls of NRC, you kept a couple of style magazines pushed up against your chest as your once bright eyes seemed darker and less happy.

Vil Schoenheit was someone you always admired, and when you were able to become a part of the rare few people who he considered a friend, you couldn't have been happier. You knew being next to someone like Vil wasn't going to be easier, but you never expected something on this level.

At first, it started with little words of improvement. Ones that you gladly took to help improve yourself, but over time, that's all you heard. Negative words on how you could do better. Look better. Nothing was very good enough, and now it was starting to ware you down. Suddenly, it felt like Vil was saying "you" weren't good enough.

At that thought, you came to a stop as you looked down at the magazines in your hands. It was all too much, and it was getting to the point that you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror anymore. With a sigh, you turned and walked towards the nearest trash bin before you threw away the very magazines that had become your life.

A month had passed, and Vil was starting to wonder what was going on with you. You had slowly stopped coming by his room, attending meetings, and just having lunch together. At first, he figured it was because you got busy since he understood time restrictions and all, but after a couple of weeks, he felt like something was off.

The few times Vil saw you in the hallways the moment you caught his gaze, the model watched as you would turn and head in the opposite direction. It almost felt like you were avoiding him, but that couldn't be right?

......could it?

Over the last couple of weeks, you felt like you could breathe again, but despite that, you didn't feel happy. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to Vil, so you did the next best thing you could think of.

You avoided him.

And that alone was painful. You missed his voice, his company, and when you saw that look of surprise in his eyes when you obviously avoided him cause pain to shoot through your chest.

Despite all of these feelings, you knew the relationship you had with Vil wasn't healthy. You couldn't constantly keep up with his approval, and you wanted him to accept you for who you were.

Faults and all.

"Y/N."

Hearing the very voice you were thinking of calling out your name caused you to freeze. In that small moment, your fight or flight senses went off, but before you could make up your mind, you felt Vil grab your hand.

"Do you have a moment? I need to talk with you." Vil asked as he had noticed that look in your eyes that you might run, so he did his best to cut off your options to do so.

You paused as you considered his question. While you weren't ready to talk about this, you got the feeling you never would be, so you decided to just nod your head as the popular model led you towards his room for some privacy.

Once alone in Vil's room, you glanced around the familiar setting and scent.

"What's going on?" Vil asked, getting to the point.

At the question, you turned to look back at him without answering the question. You could feel that nasty and unpleasant bubble building up in the center of your chest. Did he really not know?

"You've been avoiding me, and I think it's only fair that you explain why." Vil said in his usual confidence.

Feeling that tightness in your chest, you wrapped your arms around yourself as you lowered your head.

"Y/N, if you slouch like that, it will be bad for-" Vil had started to say but stopped when he heard you mutter something. "Speak up. Muttering is very unbecoming."

"This!" You snapped, which caused the blonde to jump as he was startled by your sudden outburst. "The constant complaining and everything!"

Vil froze as he watched your beautiful [colored] eyes glare at him as fresh tears welled up in them.

"I'll never be good enough for you! Why can't you just accept me for who I am? I can't keep being with you as you constantly put me down!"

"Putting you down? I-" Vil said, surprised, but his words got cut off in his throat when he watched you storm over towards him.

"Maybe think a bit harder before you finish that sentence." You said as you told yourself you wouldn't apologize for getting your feelings out. "Not everyone is perfect, Vil. Not everyone can be like you....."

The model just started at you for a moment, but before he could speak, he watched as you walked past him and out of the room. Now alone, Vil just frowned. He had never seen you like this before, and your words echoed in his head.

He didn't put you down. He would never do something like that to you....right? You were the only person (outside of Rook) who he could be himself around. He adored your company...

Taking a deep breath, Vil left his room as he headed towards his vice housewarden room. If anyone could help him right now, it would be Rook.

The next day, you decided not to go to classes as you stayed crawled up on your bed. While you did feel better getting your feelings out, you felt sad at the fact that you might lose your friendship with Vil.

It was weird how the world "friendship" had changed for you over time as you started to notice a change in your feelings, but it wasn't something you were ready to drive into it.

Hearing a knock on your door, you let out a moan as you pulled your blankets over your head. "Go away." You called out as you figured it was one of your friends checking up on you. After a couple of seconds of silence, you thought they had left, but instead, you heard your door open. Holding back another groan, you kept yourself hidden, hoping your friend would get the message that you weren't in the mood to talk.

"Staying in and resting is important."

Instead of your friends voice, you heard Vil's as you suddenly sat up in your bed and removed the blanket from your head.

Standing in the room was Vil as he closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as even you could hear the coldness in your tone.

"I came to talk." Vil said as he just smiled softly. "And to apologize."

At this, you gripped the blanket that was resting in your lap. Vil apologizing? That didn't sound right.

Noticing that you weren't moving to kick him out, Vil decided to continue. "I want to apologize for my words. I know it's not an excuse, but I didn't even notice I was saying those....things to you. Or how often."

While Vil was a proud man, he also wasn't that proud to lose someone important to him due to his own mistakes. After talking with Rook, he finally had a good understanding of how he had been treating you. "Perfection..." Vil said with a sigh as he looked off to the side of your room. "...is something that has been pushed on me since a young age, and it appears I've picked up a rather nasty habit. I never meant for my words to make you think you weren't good enough." He said as he walked over towards your bed and took a seat on the side of it. "You're already perfect enough. Just knowing I can be myself around you and knowing you won't judge my imperfections..." Vil said as he reached out and placed his hand over yours that was gripping your blanket.

"...It means the world to me, and I'm sorry for making you feel like you weren't good enough. I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore, but I wanted you to know I never once thought you weren't good enough."

At Vil's words, your eyes widen before you glance down at his hand resting over yours. It was like a weight had been lifted from your chest. "It hurt..." You whispered as you closed your eyes. "I just want to be with you and not to embarrass yo-"

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt Vil gently hand on the back of your head as he slowly pulled you forward into an embrace.

"You've never embarrassed me. I was just wanting what was best for you, and that ended up turning into nagging stepmother's territory." Vil said with a small smile as he tried to lighten the mood. "And I'm sorry I hurt you...."

With your forehead resting against Vil's chest, you let out a long sigh as you took in his warmth. Something about his scent and being next to him always helped you to relax.

"Do you forgive me?" The model asked bearly above a whisper. The longer the silence went, the more he was starting to worry you wouldn't.

"I do...." You said before pulling back to look at Vil. "...but I hold the right to punish you if you make me feel like this again." You said with a playful smile.

"Deal." Vil replied as he mirrored your smile. "I've already spoken with Rook, and I plan on being more mindful. I don't make the same mistake twice."

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded your head.

"Now." Vil said as he suddenly stood up from your bed. "I've cleared my schedule for the rest of the day. How about we watch a movie and catch up a bit?" He asked before holding out his hand to you.

Surprised that Vil cleared HIS schedule for you made that familiar warmth spread through your chest again as you smiled. How you've missed it. "Who am I to turn you down?" You teased softly as you reached out and placed your hand in his.

[divineei]

TOOTM  one. to keep a promise

! ko kyungjun x fem!reader

a/n. this shit took so long omfg. whoever said writing was easy can suck my nonexistent left nutsack.

"i don't get why this is even a discussion."

"oh, cmon! you don't think the conflict around it is interesting?"

"whether its interesting or not doesn't matter because this shouldn't be an existing argument. if your partner or someone you love commits a murder and there's serious evidence pointing back to them, how could you just act like it's not even there?"

"dude, you're missing the point entirely. the question is not about what you would do in that situation, it's about what you should believe."

"that's so stupid. the only factor you should need is evidence. it doesn't matter if the accused is a long time friend, your partner, or even your child. sure, your judgment on their character is still relevant, but if their fingerprints were found at the crime scene there's just no way you can objectively ignore their culpability. at that point, you should either believe your partner is guilty or at best remain undecided."

"in that case, would you say that following the evidence is morally required?"

"absolutely."

"you don't think there might be other ethical factors to consider?"

"for example?"

"even though the evidence is strong, there's still a chance they might not be guilty. imagine how it would feel like to be innocent and have no one believe you, not even your own partner! by not supporting them you run the risk of seriously hurting them on a crucial time of need. and consider what this lack of trust would do to your relationship. could you really go on after seriously suspecting–and believing–they're a murderer?"

"are you saying you'd rather ignore the crimes of your partner, even when the truth is staring you in the face, just for the sake of love?"

outside of the ethical dilemma resonating through yoon yn's headphones, the girl shifted around on her seat. her limbs felt numb from remaining unmoving for so long and, even though the only companion by her side was her bag, the compact space paid no mercy on her back. 

after finding a comfortable position she set her eyes on the view outside the window. sunlight hued over the fields of grass and the occasional farm, making the rural landscape imitate a painting in motion shaped by the most gentle brush strokes. the scene felt so engrossingly peaceful, she could almost feel the gale caressing her features despite the glass separating her from the world. 

yn couldn't help but thank the scene–and the long lasting battery of her headphones–for giving her something to focus on, seeing as the ride to the resort her class was directed towards had resulted to be such an otherwise tiresome one. 

"YES!"

an obnoxious voice popped yn's bubble in spite of the maximum volume she'd set for her podcast. distracted by the sound she turned to glance at the very back of the bus, where the students grouped up at the last row of leathered seats frowned in unison at heo yool–who mocked them with the cheekiest grin one could imagine. judging by their sullen looks, yn figured the citizens had lost yet another round of mafia, a game they'd been playing for who knows how long.

she recalled when her classmates had urged her to join the game the moment she stepped into the bus, which she declined, prioritizing her tranquility over the headache she knew they'd give her, yet promising she'd join in the next time. 

after figuring out the source of that ruckus yn set her focus back on her podcast, purposely missing the eyes of the guy she'd been avoiding to the best of her abilities for days now.

just a few rows behind her, kyung jun's eyes never left yn as she disappeared between the sea of heads flooding the bus, and his scheme of intentionally leaving the space by his side unoccupied for her came to mind, especially remembering how his grand plan backfired when that fucking basketball-star-wannabe gave up his seat for her.

that annoying prick just couldn't get the memmo, couldn't he? to him, hyun ho had always been a nuisance; a pest that treaded on yn's heels at every chance he got–even when she used to hang onto the feared delinquent's arm.

"they're so loud," kyung jun muttered. he'd been trying to settle down the bittersweet echoes of his mind since the start of that damned school trip, in vain, since the blaring voices behind him made the flare that was his temper even harder to quell than any of those memories.

luckily, he needn't lift a single finger to make the commotion stop, and he was able to get some peace of mind thanks to his lackeys acting as spokesmen for his aggravation. 

on the other side of the large vehicle, kim so mi sneakily took pictures of the class president. 

"hey look, isn't he gorgeous?" the vice president called, showing what was sure to be one of her new favorite pictures to her friends seated behind: park ji soo, cha yoo joon and park woo ram. "doesn't this belong in a magazine? how can he look so gorgeous?" so mi repeated with a dreamy sigh, looking at her screen.

"i will tell jun hee tomorrow that you took a photo of him," woo ram threatened with a playful smile.

"oh yeah? what if i tell yn about all the videos you have?" so mi replied, pointing at the camera that always hanged around the guy's neck. 

"please do, maybe i'll finally seduce her."

"oh my god," exclaimed yoo joon, "you are so delusional."

"why?" he lifted one of his hands in response to the very serious offense.

"dude, you barely talk to her."

"woo ram, you have the same chances of getting with yn as me and yoo joon of breaking up." ji soo stated.

the guy in mention glanced at his girlfriend, seemingly unaware of the joke. "that's zero, right?" question to which ji soo only rolled her eyes.

"i don't care what you say," woo ram brushed off. "i know she's the love of my life."

"ko kyung jun!" called out so mi.

like a tiny animal trying to save itself from a threatening predator, woo ram jumped to the empty seat by his side, hiding from the vandal's peripheral as much as possible while the rest of his companions laughed.

"fuck, kim so mi!" he cried out, "you trying to get me killed?"

"relax, he's not even looking," revealed the vice president with a cheeky smile.

as if they'd rehearsed it, the four students turned around to catch ko kyung jun's eyes still set on yoon yn, and by the looks of it, he didn't have any plans to cease his staring.

"not seeing them together is kinda weird," yoo joon pointed out.

"does anyone know why they broke up?" so mi asked to her peers, who all looked at each other expecting an answer none of them had.

"whatever," dismissed ji soo, "yn is better off without him anyway."

"yeah, she's been around us a lot more since then." agreed so mi.

"i bet kyung jun barely let her talk to us."

"right? he looks like the controlling type."

"i would never treat her like that." acknowledged woo ram, making his way back into the conversation only to get beaten back down by the three others.

the time inside the bus seemed to work differently than the rest of the world. minutes and hours mixed up in a disorienting spectacle that at least seemed to follow the sun setting over the horizon. 

when they finally arrived to the resort, the only source of light were the numerous lamps adorning the streets and the inviting shine of the building before them.

with the bus door finally opened, the students of class 2-3 thronged the exit with overwhelming excitement. the trip had been longer that the teacher had promised and everyone was ready to get comfortable on their temporary rooms. of course, that included yn, who unfortunately had to wait for the rest of her classmates to take their suitcases out of the loaded trunk since her luggage ended up dropping to the back during the ride.

after everyone collected their belongings, the girl was able to retrieve her case at last. it was somewhat heavy but the tiny wheels at the bottom made it easier for her to slide the valise out of the bus' compartment. taking out the retractable handle, yn rolled her suitcase for at most six steps before someone else got ahold of it.

"what are you doing?" she questioned, but the guy simply walked away while pulling her luggage along and up the stairs.

"kyung jun." 

at the sound of his name, he stopped. walking towards him, yn stood right between the entrance and the suitcase-stealer. 

"what do you think? i'm helping you."

"i can do it myself." yn chided, staring him down harshly.

kyung jun had received many looks like that one throughout his life. from parents, teachers, students... they were all identical, ranging from disappointment to resentment and back. he was used to it. it was his day to day, how could he not be? yet he never imagined the same eyes that used to watch him with so much endearment would scrutinize him so cruelly. 

"you used to love when i carried your stuff." he reminded her, scanning yn's face for a spec of something–anything–he hoped could save him from the pain her gaze struck him with.

the girl let out an exasperated sigh. why couldn't he leave her be? why was it that, no matter how much she wanted to distance herself, he always found a way to squeeze back into her life? 

yn grabbed the handle of her suitcase and pulled. she wanted to leave, to get away from his side and free herself of his piercing eyes. unfortunately his strength surpassed hers, and she was forced to stay as he kept his grip.

"can you let go?" 

"yn," he asked but the girl just focused on the luggage he kept hostage. "can we talk?"

"about what?" she sneered, speaking with as much disdain her troubled feelings allowed.

"you know what." 

once again, she sighed. his antics were so infuriating; always pushing down the barrier she tried to put between the two. 

"not now."

"then when?" he instantly snapped back, then took a deep breath to stop his grating tone. "you always say that but then you ignore me for days."

"look, i don't have time for this." for the second time, she attempted to retrieve her case. "i promised i'd help with the preparations for the class picture, so–"

"oh, c'mon," and still, he pulled back. "since when do you care about this school-spirit-bullshit?"

he was right, yn never involved herself with whatever activities the school came up with. time and time again, they'd skipped so many classes as to not get involved with all those school projects they both deemed as meaningless, deciding to spend their mornings strolling around parks and nearby shopping districts instead. but that wasn't an option anymore, and yn needed some way to blurr the images that kept torturing her with the agonizing nostalgia of a broken relationship.

"promise me we'll talk. tonight." 

"sure," for the third time, she attempted to take back her luggage. but his answer was the same.

"no, yn. promise me."

with every fiber of her being, yn summoned the last shreds of her patience and met his gaze. his eyes held her captive, beseeching her in silence to unravel the troubles he was willing to share with no one but her, and the hypnotic pull of his gaze weakened her willpower to resist.

"i promise." she reluctantly gave in.

as kyung jun finally released the carry-on, yn didn't even bat an eye before snatching it up and walking away. however, as she made her way into the resort center, she couldn't help but feel frustrated with herself for falling for his tricks. all the effort she had put into avoiding him seemed to have gone down the drain so quickly, leaving her feeling defeated.

not wanting kyung jun to catch up to her, yn rushed inside the building. 

warm lights illuminated the vast entrance, composed by a lounge area with leathered sofas that accentuated the beige walls with brighter colors and a water dispenser conveniently placed next to the cushioned seats. at the center, a beautiful statue engulfed by faint blue lighting towered over everything below. the perfectly crafted marble giant was impossible to miss, looking like a still guardian watching over the resort's grounds. yet that didn't stop yn from overlooking the sign with the qr code needed for the resort's wifi and facility app.

following the arrows pointing out the way towards the elevator, yn got in and pressed the button labeled dormitories. the heavy doors slid and shut before the steel cage trembled, signaling its vertical movement. suddenly, the girl felt the air tighten inside her chest, twisting her lungs in a way that seemed to strangle them. oxygen got caught up in her throat as images of cables snapping and an imminent fall to her death plagued her mind. in, out, in, out. yn's breath increased as rapidly as tidal waves when the lights malfunctioned and in between flickers, she saw a dark figure out of the corner of her eye. 

the moment she snapped her head back to take a look, a faint bell announced the door sliding open. taking in the air as steadily as she could, yn grabbed her suitcase and escaped the cage of death. frightened and disoriented, she questioned if what just concurred has been a quick fever dream or reality. and if it wasn't, why did her mind torture her like that? as far as she knew, never in her life had she experienced something that'd cause this crippling fear of high spaces. so why...?

she shook her head and brushed off the uncanny feeling, dismissing it as a consequence from the tiresome trip and forcing herself to focus on finding the room she shared with ahn na hee and kim so mi, who'd invited her with overwhelming coercion. compared to the elevator ride, figuring out her way to her dormitory was a piece of cake. the girl left her stuff in an empty corner and took the stairs down towards the gymnasium. there, instead of getting scolded by the teacher like she expected, what greeted her was a plethora of different activities performed by her classmates. 

in the middle of the room, a group of students flawlessly danced to the rhythm of the songs reverberating from a large speaker, followed by lee joo young and choi mi na silently fighting for the spotlight, and being interrupted by ko kyung jun, who apparently had nothing better to do than to mess with their practice by turning off the music while his two loyal followers, shin seung bin and kim jin ha, played a very dedicated match of ping-pong.

on opposite corners of the gym, jin da bum, choi joo won, lee yoon seo and oh jung won were consecutively separated in two pairs, all conversing with their respective best friends. up on the second floor, cha yoo joon and park ji soo, who never seemed to stay away from each other, watched from above. on the stage, band members im eun chan, nam yeon woo and baek eun ha dabbled with their instruments to make sure everything was perfectly in tune. lastly, jang hyun ho and kim dong hyun busied themselves by organizing all the sport equipment laying around.

"yoon yn!" called kim jun hee from a large set of tables surrounded by the other members of the student council which, of course, included kim so mi and her friend ahn na hee.

with no sight of their teacher around yn walked stress-free to said table, although not before catching park woo ram pointing his camera right at her, which made the guy hastily turning to film someone else. 

"you're here," the class president stated. "we thought you got lost or something."

"sorry, i got caught up with something." yn replied. she didn't really care about these preparations, but she did promise to help, and yn wasn't the type to use that word lightly.

"yeah! i was going to text you but we've been so busy preparing everything." so mi ranted, sprinkling salt into the wound.

"i can see that," yn commented, deciding to ignore so mi's backhanded scolding.

"what happened, though? did you really get lost?" na hee asked. 

"no, i got stopped by kyung jun."

"oh, right. he was a bit late too now that I think about it."

"is that jackass bothering you again?" hyun ho, who'd come closer to the table just as yn approached, joined in and put a hand on her shoulder.

"no," yes. "everything's fine."

truth be told, yn would rather drop dead than having to deal with kyung jun. however, she knew that telling her classmates about it wouldn't lead to a positive outcome. after all, the only person who had the courage to confront the delinquent was hyun ho, and, given their history, yn was certain his involvement would only make matters worse.

in another area of the bustling gym, the noticeable trio of vandals were causing a ruckus in the corner. as they tossed a basketball back and forth, jin ha hurled the ball at kyung jun, who was too busy gawking at yn's arrival to notice. the ball smacked him right in the chest–a painful reminder of how his focus seemed to always follow after her. 

"shit, my bad!" jin ha exclaimed.

their leader squatted to grab the ball at his feet and got back up only for his gaze to fix back towards the girl who constantly distracted him and, of-fucking-course, hyun ho standing right next to her, as always. the sight made his blood boil and his knuckles turn white as he clenched the basketball in his hands, while his rapid heartbeats deafened any coherent thought telling him to settle down.

seeing this, jin ha and seung bin looked at each other before the latter sighed and came closer to his friend. throwing one arm around his shoulders, he spoke:

"why don't we go outside, man? get your head out the gutter."

"yeah," kyung jun agreed, seeing seung bin was clearly trying his best to support him. perhaps he was right, some air would probably do him good right now. "let's go." was the last thing he said before disappearing through the gymnasium's exit, just in time to miss the teacher entering from the other side.

after informing the class presidents about a problem regarding the other bus full of students set to accompany them on this field trip, he left, clearly in a panic because of the unexpected turn of events.

in the meantime, most of class 2-3 remained in the gymnasium. no more than a few minutes went by before the dancing group, who now were fixing their hair and makeup while sitting on the floor, called yn over. ever since they found out about her break up, the girls had been offered her to go out again and again, an opportunity they took to invite her to join their club with not-so-subtle comments. 

"oh yn, you should hang out with us more!" were the kind of utterances she always received from the class' cheerleaders.

mi na had insisted on brushing yn's hair. taking the empty stop in front of her classmate, she felt the bristles effortlessly flowing through the roots of her hair to its ends. the conversation was an amicable one. the girls often taking their time to butter up yn and saying how cool it'd be to have her in their club–until the self proclaimed hairdresser decided to dive into something she'd been curious about.

"hey yn."

"yeah?" she answered, eyes closed while enjoying the soothing sensation of the hairbrush.

"why did you and kyung jun brake up?"

mi na found herself at a loss for words when she faced the disapproving and critical stares of the entire group. why would you ask that? their glares yelled in silence, making her feel like she just made a terrible mistake.

"that's between him and i, mi na." yn abruptly ended the change of topic.

why did they break up? that's a question she'd been asked countless times ever since her classmates took note of their separation. a query yn remembered avoiding like a plague, long before this trip. only this time, a strange, guttural discomfort buried into every corner of her brain as she noticed a spec of something missing, unable to put together if the same evasion came as a reflex or because she couldn't answer it herself.

"right," mi na's shame, reinforced by the brutal glares of the other girls, took over her face as her cheeks flushed. "sorry."

luckily for her, just as her face morphed into a cherry tomato, a painful ringing roared through the speakers before the absence of light engulfed the high schoolers in deep darkness.

"c'mon! what is this?" one said.

"what's going on?" asked another.

"hey, turn the lights on!" resonated a voice from above.

a loud clang similar to a metal pipe hitting a hard surface echoed over the four walls, followed by the piercing shrieks of several people. helping themselves with the flashlights provided by their phones, the students revealed a white figure in the middle of the room.

"quit joking around." before any more screeches could be heard, hyun ho launched a basketball to the sheeted ghost, making it fall to the ground just as pathetically as your average cartoon villain.

with the precision of a well-rehearsed act, the room was suddenly lit up, revealing the mischievous culprit behind the childish prank. and lo and behold, it was none other than heo yool.

the collection of complaints from everybody present synced in a perfect expression of annoyance and the occasional insult. 

"guys, listen carefully." the class clown™ gathered his classmates' attention as he stood from the ground. "i've heard that, a long time ago, a high school girl killed herself here," he explained, playing the role of a surprisingly talented storyteller. "so there's a few things you should never do: don't look at the mirror and turn around at midnight. and if someone grabs your ankle when you're sleeping, don't look down. if you break these rules," he turned to the group of dancers. "a ghost will pop up!" dashing towards them with the form of a rogish halloween scare actor, he was met with the frightened squeals of the girls.

yn, whose interest in the paranormal had never been deep enough to scare her, grabbed mi na's hairbrush and hurled it towards heo yool. an action that encouraged the rest of the class to throw everything they had at hand, along with some despicable remarks and the teasing laugh of the insufferable rascal.

defeated by heo yool's stunts, the students decided they've had enough as one by one they exited the gym. 

"are you coming, yn?" so mi asked.

the girl nodded before answering, "i'll be there in a minute. i want to get some water first."

at the entrance, so mi and yn parted ways. she approached the water dispenser and took one of the cardboard cups provided by the machine. ever since the lights of the gymnasium had turned off, the girl noticed an unusual taste in her mouth that reminded her of her frightening fever dream at the elevator. she felt it at the back of her neck: something eerily creeping behind her at every given moment. was it possible that heo yool's story actually got under her skin? trying to brush off the uncanny sensation, yn took a sip from the refreshment in her hand.

"yn!" 

the call startled her, making the water get caught up in her throat. she coughed and patted her own chest as the liquid scraped its way down her larynx, like a tiny bug trying to escape a spider's web. once able to compose herself, yn glanced towards the voice.

"im so sorry!" joo won panicked in a stutter, "i didn't mean to do that, are you ok?"

"im fine." she wiped the water from her lips with her long sleeve. 

joo won and his companion standing behind, da bum, stared at her in silence.

"do you want anything or...?" 

a simultaneous no and a yes echoed trough the entrance, followed by a confused frown from the girl and whatever silent conversation the two guys were displaying with their eyes. 

"do you think maybe you could," joo won took his sweet time to mutter his next words, as if scared. "talk with kyung jun?"

"excuse me?"

what the fuck...? did kyung jun put them up to this?

"we just, well," the spokesman of the duo halted. "we gave some money to his friends a few days ago and we just don't want to bother them."

oh.

"so you bother me?" 

"no, no!" da bum spoke promptly and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him along as he took a few steps to leave. "it's ok, yn. we won't bother you."

joo won released himself from da bum's grasp and walked towards yn. "please," he pleaded, holding one of her hands tightly with both of his. "he'll listen to you."

right as her heart started beating with enough sympathy to care for their situation, the front door opened. seung bin, jin ha and kyung jun walked into the building, the latter playing around with a basketball.

the three delinquents would've kept their saunter if it weren't for yn's presence, which made the group's top dog stop in his tracks. his companions did the same and all stared at the situation unfolding right in front of them. kyung jun's eyes stayed on the hands holding yn and after noticing his threatening glare, joo won leaped away from her.

"what's going on?" asked the fearful leader.

"you owe them money?" yn countered, her eyes flickering between the trio.

"what?" the blonde one laughed, brushing off the accusation. 

"they do!" joo won blamed, but instantly went back to his helpless self when met with the bullies' threatening scowls. "please, i just need it for my tuition."

the firm glare of the girl pierced through the tough act of the tamer vandal, making him drop his facade as he approached the feeble boy, closed fist in the air.

"fuck, man! we're on retreat, why are you asking us for money now?"

"yeah," seung bin joined in, defending his friend. "what are you, a loan shark? we told you we'd give you interests. give us some time, dipshit!"

kyung jun, who'd only taken the role of observer until that moment, put down the basketball he held and intervened to slap both of his lackeys' heads. "did you do sports betting again? huh?"

like scolded puppies, seung bin and jin ha faced the floor as they stepped aside.

"da bum," he called, and the guy lifted his head to stare at the bully. "did you lend them money too?"

"huh?" as kyung jun stalked closer, da bum's heart raced faster with every step. his eyes frantically scanned the room, desperately seeking any distraction from the intimidating figure slowly closing in on him. "yes. but i can wait for my money. there's no rush." with a lump in his throat, da bum braced himself for whatever was coming next.

"how much?" kyung jun's open hand grabbed the side of da bum's face, forcing the terrified boy to look right at him. "ill pay you back."

"you will?" da bum stuttered.

"of course," his grin turned into something sinister, which allowed only da bum to see because of their proximity. "in return play basketball with me, yeah?"

he faintly smacked his victim's face twice before coming up to yn. "everything's alright here, yn. see? no need for this." kyung jun reached out to hold her hand but she pulled away before any contact could be made. 

was she really so revolted by him she wouldn't even let him touch her? accepting his defeat, kyung jun hid his hands inside his jacket's pockets. 

"right," yn looked at da bum and joo won, who were currently being pushed around by the other two, before turning back to kyung jun. "in that case, i'll get going." 

"you're not coming with me?" just as yn started to walk away, his words pulled her back in.

"i'd rather not."

"are you sure?"

with a swift nod, kyung jun signaled seung bin and jin ha to go ahead and, bringing along the poor students they were about to torment, they disappeared down the hallway.

they were left alone, just like kyung jun liked it. only them, with nothing and no one around to interrupt their precious time together.

not a single second did he stop looking into her fiery eyes, which only seemed to hold a hostility that antagonized his own devoted regard.

"it's almost midnight."

both held each other's gaze, which kyung jun took as an invitation to step towards the girl. he stopped right in front of her and, unfortunately, yn's heart betrayed her mind as she internally screamed for it to cease its raising beats. 

kyung jun's hands raised to yn's face, completely forgetting her previous rejection. for a second, he thought of apologizing, since she'd made it clear time and time again how much she now despised his presence. but how could he apologize for something he was barely conscious of? he couldn't help himself, not when she was merely inches away, not with her. maybe if he insisted–if he didn't give up–she'd finally understand why staying apart was never the world's plan. 

"you promised me. remember?"

his hands were close. so close he could feel his fingertips grace her cheeks, a touch so minuscule, yet enough to make his skin crawl with anticipation. 

he was too close. 

yn stepped back just as she felt the fleeting spark. she would be dammed if she ever allowed him to touch her again, in more ways than one. or at least that's what she told herself as she fell right into another one of his tricks. kyung jun knew her well; too well for her liking. and with such measly words she found herself helplessly cornered by her own self-discipline and morals.

fucking bastard.

up in the vast dormitory area of the resort center, different groups of people were each caught up in their own conversations, without a single care in the world or the impending sinister feeling hanging over their heads like an invisible wrecking ball about to crash and destroy every single thing they ever cared for.

in her room, lee yoon seo was finally able to lose herself in her novel when her phone pinged. slightly annoyed by the distraction she took a closer look to her home screen, which displayed an app in process of downloading.

"i told you i didn't need this." she showed the screen to her roommate.

"it wasn't me." jung won answered, just as astounded.

our perspective changes and now we observe a group of various students, all gathered in one room. the class couple, the cheerleaders and members of the student council all sharing snacks and stories between them in perfect harmony until a knock interrupted. 

"come in!" allowed the vice president.

"hey guys," the door opened, reavealing hyun ho accompanied by his best friend, dong hyun, who stayed on the hallway behind him. "has anyone seen yn?"

"how come you don't know? you're always following her." mocked woo ram before taking a handful of chips from one of the various bags scattered around the room.

"you're one to talk." ji soo muttered, which provoked woo ram to throw a scrambled napkin her way.

"i'm serious." hyun ho replied, "i've tried texting her but this wifi doesn't even work."

"she told me she was going to get some water, isn't she downstairs?" just as so mi finished her sentence, one by one every phone in the room chimed.

notifications spread throughout the resort like a 14th century pandemic, resonating around every room as if imitating the never ending bells that announced the beginning of the end.

back in the gymnasium, joo won stood shaking below the basketball hoop with his friend by his side, eyes shut tight as neither dared watch the nearing hit from the ball.

"joo won, stay right there." kyung jun sneered as he prepared himself to throw. he looked up, targeting the net as he bent his knees, faked a jump, and sent the ball right into the boy's stomach.

joo won kneeled in pain, groaning and grasping his abdomen with both hands in his best attempt to soothe the aching sensation puncturing his body.

yn watched the situation unfold as she sat on the rubber gym flooring, otherwise cold if it weren't for seung bin's zip-up laid out below her. it had been kyung jun who'd instructed the blondie to give up his hoodie, since yn declined on taking his own. not a single word was heard from the girl ever since stepping into the gym as the trio took turns tormenting their two victims, until now.

"i didn't come here for this, kyung jun."

almost ten minutes had passed and she was still waiting for kyung jun to approach her and start the conversation he so adamantly pushed onto her.

"c'mon yn, let me give it one more shot."

he must've lost his fucking mind, thinking he had her wrapped around his finger to waste her time in such a way. fed up, yn got up and snatched the basketball out of his hands before throwing it away. it rolled towards jin ha, who immediately picked it up to quite the sound of the bouncing that only seemed to raise the tension of the ex-lovers' quarrel.

yn opened her mouth to give kyung jun an ultimatum, a last opportunity out of her remaining patience, when a sudden ding emitted out of her skirt's pocket. she would've payed no mind to it if it weren't for the other five identical sounds that propagated right after.

each person in the room took out their phones and faced their screens, which displayed a virtual envelope eagerly waiting to be opened. 

TAP TO VIEW YOU ROLE, read the text below.

"wasn't this the resort's app?" asked jin ha, to nobody in particular.

resort's app? 

she never knew about any app.

"mafia?" seung bin laughed from his spot at the floor and showed his screen. "what's this about?"

"what the fuck is this?" kyung jun mumbled with a frown, clearly confused.

yn brought one hand to the back of her neck as the abnormal sensation from minutes ago reappeared. goosebumps started breaking out throughout her skin and every cell on her body seemed to tremble uncontrollably while she stared at the little black mirror on her hand. which, as she would soon find out, reflected the last version of herself with any shred of purity.

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[monichouu]

In the club with rich yuppie kids.

Synopsis: Giving that rich kid, Satoru a chance. Cw: drinking, whole lotta sex. Making out, cr3ampie! puşşy eating, praise k1nk! Slight mentions of cursing. Sub y/n, dom Satoru :-) B@ckshots, unprotected s3x, h@ir pulling, dacryphillia.

For some reason, you thought college was going to be better than this. You imagined it as a fresh start—a place where things would finally fall into place, where you’d find your people, your purpose. But it turns out you were wrong, and not just a little wrong—‘spectacularly’ wrong. The kind of wrong that almost makes you laugh when you think about it. Almost.

You haven’t made any friends, but that doesn’t really bother you. It’s not that you didn’t try, exactly; you just... didn’t see the point. Everyone here seems to be the same—spoiled, shallow, and obsessed with their own lives. They’re the kind of people who drive luxury cars to class, who talk loudly in coffee shops about summering in Europe, who’ve never had to think about what something costs. You could spot them a mile away—the rich kids, the yuppies who live in some shiny, golden bubble you have no desire to burst into.

But there’s one of them who grates on you more than the others. One in particular, whose smug face always seems to be just within your line of sight. He’s everything you despise wrapped up in designer clothes, with a name that probably comes with a trust fund. You don’t know why he bothers you so much—maybe it’s the casual way he walks through life as if nothing bad could ever happen to him, or the way people flock around him like he's some kind of sun. But whatever it is, you know you dislike him more than the rest of them.

And the worst part? He’s noticed you too.

At first, it was just glances—quick, indifferent, the kind you could easily ignore. But then they lingered, like he was sizing you up. It pissed you off, though you tried not to show it. He had everything handed to him, and yet, somehow, your existence caught his attention, like you were some kind of curiosity he couldn’t quite figure out.

You caught him staring a few times in the library, across the quad, even at that one lecture you both had. Always with that same half-smirk, like he knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t flirtation; no, that would’ve been easier to deal with. This felt like something else—like he was amused by you, or worse, entertained.

And now, every time you see him, you feel the tension building, like a storm that hasn’t quite hit yet but is brewing, waiting for the right moment to crash down. You’d ignore him if you could, but it’s hard to ignore someone who seems to make it his mission to get under your skin. After one of your classes ends, you’re packing up your things when you catch a snippet of conversation from a group of girls in the row behind you.

“Yeah, it’s at the old warehouse, should be packed,” one of them says, her voice full of excitement. “Everyone’s going.”

You don’t care much for parties, especially not ones thrown by the people you’ve spent months avoiding. But something about the way they talk—like it’s ‘the’ place to be, like everyone worth anything will be there—gets to you. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s just a need to do something different, anything to shake off the monotony.

Before you know it, you’re already considering it, despite the little voice in your head telling you it’s a bad idea. You brush off the nagging feeling that this is a bad idea. Maybe it is, but sitting alone in your dorm doesn’t feel any better. So, you decide to go.

Pacing around your room, you stand in front of your closet, arms crossed, eyeing the limited selection of clothes you have. Nothing screams party—not that you care about impressing anyone, especially him, but you also don’t want to look completely out of place.

You pull out a few options, toss them on your bed, and stare at them, feeling stupid for putting this much thought into it. But you know how these things work. Everyone will be watching, judging. You settle on something simple, comfortable, but decent enough not to stick out for the wrong reasons.

After one last look in the mirror, you grab your keys and head out, half wondering if you’ll regret this later. Moments pass, and you’re already on your seventh shot, feeling the warmth spread through your veins, a pleasant buzz dulling the edges of your reality. Just as you think about grabbing another, a voice creeps up behind you.

“Slow down, mon cher.”

You whip around to find Satoru leaning against the bar, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. He looks far too comfortable in this chaotic environment, as if he belongs here while you’re just a lost wanderer trying to navigate the crowd.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he adds, his tone dripping with that same casual arrogance.

“I bet you don’t even speak French, dip-shit,” you shoot back, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the way your pulse quickens. “Oh... somebody is tense tonight,” Satoru teases, leaning in slightly, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

“Or maybe I just can’t stand pretentious assholes who think they own the place,” you fire back, matching his intensity. “Trust me, you’re not helping the atmosphere.”

“Ouch. That hurts,” he says playfully, dramatically placing his hand on his chest as if you’ve just delivered a mortal blow.

“Good. Maybe it’ll teach you to keep that smugness in check,” you reply, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a small smile. You know you shouldn’t let him get to you, yet there’s something strangely entertaining about this back-and-forth. He pauses for a second, his playful demeanor shifting slightly.

“You look good,” he compliments, his gaze moving up and down your figure with an intensity that catches you off guard.

You arch an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Satoru,” you retort, though your heart betrays you with a quickened beat. You can’t help but feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite yourself. He chuckles softly, sliding onto the bar stool next to you, taking up space like he owns the place. With a casual flick of his wrist, he orders the most expensive drink on the menu, clearly trying to impress you.

“Only the best for such great company,” he says, looking at you with that annoyingly charming smile. You can’t help but smirk.

“Is that your way of winning people over?” you ask, taking another sip of your drink. The warmth of the alcohol loosens you up a bit, and the tension between you shifts slightly, making the atmosphere feel less charged and more playful. “Maybe,” he replies, looking back at you with that confident grin, running his fingers through his silky white locks.

You can’t help but appreciate how effortlessly he carries himself, but you shake off the thought. “Well, good luck with that,” you say, raising your glass slightly in a mock toast. “I’m not that easy to impress.”

He leans in closer, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Challenge accepted.” “I could easily satisfy you this entire night... if you gave me a chance,” he says, leaning in with that trademark cockiness, his gaze unwavering.

You can feel your cheeks heat up despite yourself. “Is that so?” you reply, trying to sound unimpressed, but the challenge in his eyes makes it hard to maintain your cool demeanor. “And what makes you think I’d want that?”

He smirks, clearly enjoying the banter. “Because, deep down, I think you’re curious.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hm, I’m interested. How can you?” you challenge, leaning in slightly as you take another sip of your drink, intrigued despite yourself.

He meets your gaze with that confident smirk, clearly ready to play along. “Well, for starters, I could show you a good time. You know, get you out of your comfort zone,” he replies, his tone teasing but with an undertone of sincerity. You consider his offer, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement. Before you can overthink it, he stands up and gestures for you to follow him.

“Come on, let me show you,” he says, weaving through the crowd. You trail behind him, trying to keep up with his confident stride. He stops at a door slightly ajar, revealing a room that’s been turned into a makeshift bedroom—string lights hang on the walls, and some cushions are tossed around. It’s surprisingly cozy compared to the chaos outside. You sit on the bed, looking up at Satoru, who leans against the doorframe with that trademark smirk still on his face. The warm glow from the string lights casts a soft light on his features, making him look almost disarming for a moment.

“So, what now?” you ask, crossing your arms playfully, trying to keep the mood light despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

He pushes off the doorframe and takes a step closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Now? Now we see if I can impress you after all.” “But we can’t have fun if we’re fully clothed, right?” he suggests, a teasing glint in his eye as he steps closer, clearly enjoying the playful tension.

You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Is that your big plan? To get me to strip?” He chuckles, hands raised in mock innocence. “Just a suggestion.”

“Fine,” you murmur, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you slowly begin to undress in front of him. You try to maintain your composure, even as you can feel his gaze on you, assessing and intrigued.

As each piece of clothing comes off, a mix of excitement and nerves fills the air. You meet his eyes, searching for any hint of judgment, but all you find is a look of genuine interest. He starts to undress too, moving with a confidence that sends your heart racing. Before you know it, he’s positioned himself above you, his body hovering just inches from yours.

“This is where the fun starts,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within you. His lips press against your neck, warm and soft, slowly nipping and licking your skin in a way that makes you gasp softly. The sensation sends a shiver through you, a mix of thrill and vulnerability.

You arch your neck instinctively, inviting more, caught between wanting to push him away and craving the closeness. “Satoru,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing as the room feels smaller and the tension thickens. You softly moan as he continues to press kisses along your neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys that mark your skin. He pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Looks like you’re mine for the night,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

He moves away from your neck, his gaze dropping to your lips as he crushes his mouth against yours. His kiss is urgent, hungry, his tongue seeking entrance as it slides against yours.

“Ngh…” you whimper, the sound muffled into the depths of the sloppy kiss. He pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your face as he gives you a lingering look. “I gotta say, you’re a good kisser,” he remarks, a playful grin spreading across his lips.

He breathes softly, his lips curling into a teasing smile as he moves down, his fingers grazing the hem of your underwear. The light touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you feel your breath hitch slightly. Satoru yanked your underwear away from your hips. Your pussy glistened with excitement, the swollen lips shining under the fairy lights. Satoru's eyes feasted on the sight of your arousal, a smile spreading across his face as he imagined how it would feel to bury his tongue between your slick folds.

Satoru plunged his tongue deep into the slick, welcoming folds of your pussy. He swirled his tongue, exploring every inch of your wet velvety walls of your sex wrapping around his probing, hungry tongue. “Hmph! A-Ah! Toru..” You grunt. The harder he licked, the more your hips bucked and writhed. He gazed up at you, his eyes half lidded, intoxicated by your juices. you grew closer and closer to the brink, your breaths coming in shallow, shaky gasps. “Need to cum.. please let me cumm..!” You wail, your legs shaking in pleasure.

He pushed you over the edge with the expertly applied pressure of his tongue, your moans and cries filling the room as your body convulsed in the grip of a mind-shattering orgasm. You were wrong. Maybe this guy you had prejudged for being an overconfident, self-absorbed idiot was actually better than you thought.

You realized there was more to Satoru than the facade he presented. Beneath that smug exterior was someone who could make you feel desired and appreciated in ways you hadn’t expected. You let out a throaty, guttural giggle.

"Fuck...you're better than I thought," you panted, the sensation of his talented tongue bringing you to new heights of pleasure. Satoru snickers, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m not done with you yet,” he gasps, moving his hair out of his face with a casual flick of his wrist.

He moved swiftly to turn you around, maneuvering you into a position with your ass high in the air. Your breasts pressed against the bed, your face buried in the pillows, while your glistening pussy presented itself to him.

Satoru took off his pants and underwear to reveal his big, hard dick. He put the tip right at your wet puffy cunt, making you wait for his touch. You felt so needy, and the feeling inside you got stronger. Satoru brushed the tip of his dick against your pussy, and you could hear your own breath getting faster.

You bit your lip and whispered, “Be gentle...,” as you gripped the sheets with your clenched fists. Satoru nodded, understanding your apprehension, and leaned in to kiss your neck. “I will, angel,” he assured you, before gently pushing the head of his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.

“Ugh..” you grunt as his shaft sinks into your clenching walls. “Fuckk…you were made for this cock, I swear,” he whispered, his voice tinged with desire and awe. He began thrusting his hips forward with increasing speed. His powerful strokes drove his entire length into your slick. "Shit, baby," Satoru grunted, as he continued to thrust deeply into you from behind. Gripping a handful of your hair, he pulled you back making you gasp, strings of spit dripping from your mouth. “Hah! Mfh..ngh..” Uncontrollable sobs escaped your lips, tears mixing with the sweat that drenched your face.

"You cryin'?" Satoru laughed, the deep, sensual sound a perfect accompaniment to the hard, relentless thrusts that continued to drive his cock into your quivering pussy. "I'm gonna fucking cum...ah...have my babies, please...!" you moaned into the pillow, your body a writhing, shuddering mess of pleasure and need. Satoru could feel himself reaching to climax too. “You want my babies? Mhm..?” He growls, Satoru's thrusts came to an abrupt halt as he let out a deep groan. He erupted inside your tight cunt, shooting thick ropes of velvety cum into you.

After that intense moment, as the haze begins to clear, a strange realization creeps in. Did I really just get used like a dog by the guy I absolutely despised? The thought hits you hard, cutting through the lingering warmth.

You glance at Satoru, who’s already lounging back, completely at ease, as if none of this was out of the ordinary for him. Meanwhile, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach, a mix of pleasure and confusion. You had spent so much time despising him, only to let yourself fall into a moment you hadn’t even fully thought through.

The question is, though: would you do it again?

Absolutely fucking yes.

Satoru, with all his arrogance and smug charm, had drawn something out of you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it wasn’t about him at all—maybe it was about you finally letting go, even if just for a night.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Breakup to Make Up

Summary: Chris is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.

Pairings: frat boy! Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, arguing, make up sex

(A/N: long time no see 😭 this took me forever to finish, but we’re finally here! Maybe a little rushed at the end cuz I just really really wanted to post something. Anyway please like, follow, and reblog with comments. Thank you 💜✌🏾)

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He wondered if you could feel him watching your every move. Eyes trailing up and down that body. Thinking about how it had been way too long since he’d seen it with nothing on. Three weeks to be exact. Fuck had you been mad at him.

He knows he shouldn’t have freaked out over your little friend or whatever but so what he was jealous. Yeah, yeah it made him a hypocrite or whatever but it’s not like you didn’t know about Britt.

And after that night it’s not like they’d been fucking around. Britt had ‘needed time to think.’ The two of them really only keeping up with appearances.

But he’d done it.

Finally.

Broke up with her.

Sure he knew the shit storm that would ensue was going to be not great. When her parents find out all hell would probably break loose. Her mother had big plans for them.

Ya know the whole big wedding. Where they move into a giant home in a suburb of Boston to be the perfect New England family. Chris was supposed to go off and be this guy that everyone was expecting him to be.

But what about what he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn’t want to think about what he was supposed to do. What about what he wanted to do.

Right now he wanted you.

Even if you were acting like couldn’t see him. It seemed like you’d been avoiding social settings. Which made sense, considering Britt’s sorority seemed to have it out for you even more than they did before.

It wasn’t like people hadn’t known about the argument over beer pong. Had been calling you trashy and shit. As if Britt wasn’t completely trying to egg you on. It’s just normally you wouldn’t have stood up for yourself as you usually tried to brush her off but then it was like how dare you not kiss the queen bee’s ass.

He was tired of dating a bully. It made him look like an ass too. Then you had the nerve to look so fucking sexy telling her off. Made him remember the moment he sunk into you. Chris didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Then he found himself envelopes in your warmth and now he couldn’t go back. So yeah sorry if you made him a little crazy.

Even still you’d done a great job at ignoring him. Had clearly blocked his number. Thought you were getting away from him. Clearly you didn’t know who you were fucking with because Chris had no intention of just letting you go and what giving someone else the chance to touch you? Over his dead body.

He’d been letting you play your little games and act like this but he was tired of it. He needed to get what was his. You were his.

Finally your eyes were connected. Though you tried to look away all quickly. And yet they still kept making their way to his. No way you were still mad at him.

Found himself chuckling when one of his frat brothers came up to you to start talking. Yeah fucking right. As if you’d show Preston any fucking attention.

So why the fuck were you giving him your number.

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Ever since that day, Chris found himself more irritated than usual as he saw the way Preston had hung around you. Like a little fucking fly just buzzing around his favorite piece of dessert.

Grossed him the fuck out. Made him want to hit something. You had to be doing this on purpose, right? Was trying to get under his skin.

So what he couldn’t help himself. He needed to talk to you. “What, Chris?” You asked him all flat. Arms crossed. As if you were really sick of him.

“Cut the shit,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Surprised you even answered the door of your dorm. Of course he saw you left and needed to make sure you were home and not who knows where with Preston of all people especially. Couldn’t stand the idea of that dweeb hanging around you. Around what was his. Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. “What’s going on between you and Preston?” He asked.

You found yourself scoffing. “That is none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? It’s not? So you’re saying if I were to push you back into your room and take those cute little shorts down I’m not gonna find a wet pussy underneath it?”

Your eyes narrowed at this. He really had some damn nerve. Shrugged you answered, “Maybe. Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

Chris bit his tongue. Eyes trailing up down your body. Had you been waiting for someone. Seemed like you were dressed for a dick appointment.

“Chris, what’re you doin’ here?” Preston’s voice could be heard behind him and he immediately thought about turning around to punch him in the face. Instead his eyes connected with yours in a snarl.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Chris asked.

“Preston, what are you doing here?” You asked at the same time.

“Wanted to see if you had the notes from chem,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Remember.”

“Oh,” you shook your head. “Yeah just let me grab ‘em.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. So if you weren’t dressed like this for him then who were you dressed like this for. He followed you into your room, glancing behind you as he came to sit on your bed. Damn sure wasn’t leaving now that he was here. Not after seeing Preston here.

You took him the notes and Chris could hear you exchanging thank you’s before closing the door. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You snapped at him.

“No who the hell do you think you are?” He repeated. “What were you hoping something would happen with Preston of all fucking people?”

“I didn’t say that!” You exploded. “Why am I even explaining anything to you. Weren’t not together. You have a girlfriend!”

“I broke up with her!” He finally admitted.

Chris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Had hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking as is and now there it was. All out on the table. Shit.

Your jaw hung open at his confession. Chest thumping. “W-what?” You asked, unsure if you misheard him.

“I broke up with Britt,” he repeated. “After our fight, I don’t know,” he looked away from you not able to handle the way you were looking at him with those big eyes, “I guess I realized you were right. That it wasn’t fair.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, sitting down beside him. Not that you knew what to say. Sure you’d thought about this moment a fuck ton of times, but never thought it would actually happen. Men like Chris didn’t actually leave their girlfriends for their side chicks. Or that’s what you’d been telling yourself to get over it.

“Just figured why the hell do I keep wasting time with her when I-,” he cut himself off trying to even figure out what he was trying to say. Those words on the tip of his tongue but it wasn’t easy. “Then I come here and you’re dressed like this and here comes Preston I-,”

“Chris, it… I didn’t know he was coming by,” you went on to say. “Not that you’d have any right to be mad anyway.”

That made him look at you, head snapping in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N,” he said. “Just because we were fighting doesn’t mean you weren’t mine.”

“We weren’t fighting I broke up with you,” you said.

“No,” he said. “Sure I gave you your space, but you did not break up with me. And I better not find out that you’ve been with anyone sense.”

You glared at him. Crossing your arms as you looked away. Only for him to put his hand under your chin to make you look back at him. “I’m not your property.”

“I didn’t call you property. I would never call you that. You are my woman, though. And I better never find out that anyone else got to have you.” He got closer to whisper into your ear. Fuck you were finally so close to him. At least you were only in your dorm wearing a skimpy little thing like this. Actually… “Whats with what you’re wearing anyway.”

“Not that it’s any of your business-,” you started to say only for him to drop his hand to your neck to give you a warning squeeze.

“Everything you do is my business,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes. “My roommates out with her boyfriend so I decided to have a nice romantic night in with myself,” you finished.

Which in his head all he heard you say was that you had the whole place to yourselves. No Preston to interrupt. Not you running off to some little study buddy either. He didn’t give a shit about your nasty attitude. Could fuck you through that. Would have you acting sweeter than a peach after he fucked it out of you.

“Anything else you need to know, Warden,” you said, trying to sound all snooty. He’d had it up to here with you, though. Yanking you into him so you’d lay across his lap. “Hey!”

“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you. Sure my frat brothers probably know how much of a slut you are, but you want your neighbors to know too?”

“We ca- Chris!” You gasped as he cupped your ass. Putting his thumb in between your ass cheek to really get a grip on it. Yeah he’d never go that long without touching you like this ever again. See why he couldn’t help get jealous. He was fucking crazy about you. All of you.

“What was that?” He taunted, hand coming up so he could deliver a sharp slap to the globe of your ass cheek. Gasping again and hips jumping up. “That’s what I thought,” he said when he realized you weren’t talking back for once. “Gonna watch your fucking mouth now, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just laid with your head against the mattress. Almost like you were trying to hide from him.

Chris laid a smack on your ass before groping you. “Let’s get it clear, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Even your fucking heart is mine.” He grabbed you by your hair to pull your head up so he could bring your face up to his. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Chris, I-,” you whimpered, a stray tear falling. Hated how turned on you were.

He’d cut you off by grabbing your ass again, sharply. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked. Not giving a shit about what excuse you were ready to come up with.

You nodded, bottom lip trembling. Chris let out an irritated breath. All he wanted to do was love you right now. Kiss you. Show you how much he’d been missing you. Instead here you were playing little fucking games.

He put his hand against your jaw. Pulling you into his mouth. “What? You can’t speak?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You gotta problem?”

You shook your head but Chris could hear you sniffle. Ah shit. Instead of keeping it going he pulled you up. Pulling you into his lap.

“I th-though-thought you-you didn’t wa-want m-me,” you were sobbing into his shoulder. Except he couldn’t exactly understand you.

He wrapped his arms around you. Rocking you back and forth. “Shhh, Baby. Its okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He said anyway. Whispering into your ear. Squeezing you so you had to get as close as possible to him.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you repeated, much more clear this time. Tears still streaming down your face.

Chris furrowed his brow. Hating those words as soon as they left your mouth. “Never, Baby. I just didn’t know what to do. Wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.”

“What about you and Britt?” You asked with a sniffle.

“We’re done, Baby. I promise. There’s no one else,” he whispered in your ear, kissing behind your earlobe. “I’m all yours.”

You nodded, pulling away as your lip trembled. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied leaning in to press a plump kiss to your lips. Only meaning for it to be quick except he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Had been too fucking long since he’d tasted you.

Chris laid back, taking you with him. Lips moving against each other. Fuck he missed this. Hands going to your ass to squeeze you. Needing to feel you all over. Can’t believe he went this long.

“Chris,” you moaned against his mouth. Fucking music to his ears. He turned you over in your bed so he was on top. Making sure to get nice and situated between your thighs.

Pinning your hands down with his as he felt himself getting harder. Needed you fucking bad. That’s why he couldn’t help himself when he came over here. Had been sick of waiting for you to come to him. If he needed to chase you so be is.

His bicep curled around your thigh. Not able to stop himself from finally fucking doing it. If anything it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Couldn’t help it with his stubborn ass.

“Chris,” you whimpered as his lips began to trail your neck. Back arching so you pressed into him deeper. Tits getting squished against his chest. As bad as he wanted to stay like this, he wanted more. Pulling away so he could take his shirt off.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, before kissing you quickly. “You missed me, huh.”

You nodded, throwing your arms around him. Nails trailing along his muscular back making him shiver underneath your touch. “You know I did.”

He licked his lips, kissing your again. “I missed you, too,” he confessed. Not like he hadn’t spent most of last week in denial about it. If he hadn’t seen you talking to that asshole would he have even finally got his shit together. Probably not. The jealousy had eaten him up.

Especially since he’d been trying to give Britt the time she asked for. Didn’t want to be a complete and total dick. Too bad he wanted his girl. So now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Underneath him. Ready for a taste when-

“Y/N, have you seen my-,” a voice interrupted the two of you. Making you pull away quickly as your roommate stopped when she saw. “Shit! Sorry!” She backed out, closing the door behind her.

You pushed against him so you could get up. Chris groaned, realizing how fucking hard he was. Had been ready to claim you all over again and now you were getting up to go after her to ask what she wanted. Definitely embarrassed by the shy look on your face when you came back. “She forgot her card,” you mumbled when you sat back down on the bed.

“Oh,” he replied. “That’s okay. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay,” you replied, biting your lip.

Chris smiled. Not being able to help himself when he scooted you on his lap. Kissing your cheek. “You hungry? Want to get some food or we could hang out somewhere. Something.”

“Like, you wanna hang out in public?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. No more keeping this behind closed doors, okay?”

With that you nodded too, a smile spreading on your lips. “Just let me get ready.”

“Of course, Baby.”

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You could really tell Chris had been trying to put in the effort. From making it clear that he was definitely your boyfriend. To you practically living in his room. Still though aside from making out the two of you hadn’t had sex and he’d been dying to take it back to that.

Seemed like every time he got close, someone would interrupt or the two of you would end up talking. Which was great, but fuck he doesn’t think his dick can live like this anymore. It was like constant blue balls 24/7.

Sometimes you’d have your ass all pressed up against him while you slept. Wondering if you could feel him under you. Had been wearing a pair of panties underneath the shirt he let you borrow. Which had risen up so his cock could be pressed up right against your soft skin.

He doesn’t think he’d been this horny since he first hit puberty. Not like you’d be mad at him if he slid in. If anything he knew you’d take it. You always took it. Except then you got your period and while he didn’t give a shit, you did and told him you didn’t want your first time again to be like that.

At least he got to be with you in public now. Didn’t care who saw him hold your hand. Kissed you wherever he felt like, whenever he wanted. And you and your best friend seemed happy dragging him and her boyfriend everywhere. Even out to lunch where you were sitting way to close to him. Feeling all over his thigh.

“Unless you’re trying to start something, I suggest you stop,” he said, into your ear.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered back to him before kissing his cheek.

“Oh well, isn’t this cute,” a familiar voice interrupted you, making your heads snap up.

Chris groaned as soon as he saw his ex standing there glaring down at them. Three of her little minions beside her. “Britt,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Cut the shit, Christopher,” she snapped. “Look, I played nice when I knew you were fucking her behind my back-,”

You interrupted his ex with a cackle. Not able to help yourself. “Was it really behind your back?” You tilted your head to the side. “Not like you weren’t there.”

“Wait, what?” Your roommate gasped, suddenly everyone turning to look at her.

“Tell ‘em, Britt,” you said with a shrug. “About how you dared me to fuck your boyfriend and saw that I did it better than you and I fucked him so good he saw that he didn’t need to put up with your shit anymore.”

It had been clear you’d been waiting to get some things off your chest to her. Not that Chris could blame you. Britt had no business messing with you before and now look.

Britt’s jaw dropped as her friends turned to her. “You did what?” One of them asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like she wanted to laugh. The one Chris had been telling her was not her friend of all people.

Chris looked over at you. Shocked by your reaction. He knew you didn’t like Britt, but he’d never seen you like this. It was kind of hot seeing you stick up for yourself. Laying claim to him.

“Chris! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” She gasped, stomping her foot.

“It’s not like she’s lying,” he replied. You sat beside him with a smirk. Leaning over to kiss behind his ear. Kind of enjoying you like this. That’s when he put his hand on your thigh , squeezing it.

Britt stomped away. Her friends not too far behind. Then he found himself trying to rush so the two of you could get the fuck out of there and back to his bedroom. Was tired of waiting and shit.

“Chris!” You squealed as he picked you up, pushing your back into the wall.

“Looked so fucking hot,” he said, making you gasp as his lips had went to your neck, must have been trying to leave you a hickey with the way he was sucking on your neck. “Need you so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you, but I got off my period this morning,” you said, biting your lip.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Wanted to see how long you could go?”

Chris smacked your ass. Leaving his hands there so he could spread your ass cheeks apart. Ready to give it to you like he’d been missing. Sure he could have made your first time together again special and it would be, but the candles and rose petals would have to wait for another time.

“Don’t ever do that shit again,” he said into to it ear. “You hear me?”

You nodded before smashing your lips to his. Hands feeling all over his muscles in his shoulders. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to be close to him. Couldn’t believe he was finally all yours. Hadn’t even realized you were in his room until he laid you down in his bed.

“Missed you, Baby,” he said, flipping over so you could be on top of him. Straddling him around his waist as his hands went back to your ass.

“I missed you, too,” you whimpered, grinding against him. Needing to feel the friction. Pussy getting wetter as you spoke. “Please,” you preened.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked, helping you remove your top.

“I want you. Want you so bad,” you moaned, as his lips went to your chest. Nipping and sucking and biting. Making you gasp for him as you lowered yourself so you were right over his dick. The friction making your jaw drop open as you didn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck me. Please.”

“I should make you beg for it since you made me wait this long,” he said, putting his thumb against your crotch. Ready to take off your pants. Putting you on your back once again so he could do that. “I don’t even know if you can handle it.”

Not like you didn’t agree. How the hell were you going to take him. It had been too long since you did and while you’d spent plenty of nights thinking about it, you were almost scared to try. Maybe that’s why you’d been welcoming every distraction. Don’t know if you were ready to be split open again.

Though, right now you’re not really sure you had much of a choice. Not with the hunger in his eyes. You’d denied him for far too long.

He started kissing down your body. Bringing your legs up so that he could get situated between your thighs. Knew he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Chris,” you cried, hands going to your hair as he started licking you up. Wanted to get you properly wet first. Had to so you could take him properly. He knew as soon as he slid in there was no way he was holding back.

He peeked up at you, watching your face screw all up before throwing your head back. Moaning his name and moving your hips. Chris put his hands on your thighs, holding you down. Had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t about to let you fuck that up.

“You’re gonna make me-,” you stopped with a gasp, “Christopher!” You breathed. “Shit, Chris. Fuck. Chris!” Eyes rolling back as it finally happened, juices cascaded into his mouth. “Ugh!”

Seeing you like this, fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to be inside of you now. As he kissed up your body, he hoped to leave a few hickies in his wake. Getting to your lips and making sure his kiss was deep.

Pushing your legs apart with his knees as he got situated between you. Pinning your hands down with his as he used his hips to guide his dick towards your entrance. “Fuck!” You gasped as he pushed the tip in. Head going back into the pillow underneath. A furrow creasing in your brow as you looked down between you.

Chris put his hand under your chin so you had to move your face back up. Eyes locked into each other. Licking your lips as your words had been caught in your throat as he went in deeper. Almost not even wanting to give you time to adjust, but this was your first time in a long time.

Unlike the real first time, it was just the two of you. Sure that’s how things had ended up anyway after Britt realized he’d never been like that with her. He’d wanted to feel bad about it, but hell it’s not like she hadn’t put him in that position in the first place. Literally. If she hadn’t been bugging you, you wouldn’t have ended up under him. Taking him in a way she never did.

Sure he tried to hold on for old times sake, but after he found out how she’d been it was hard for him to look past it. What did he look like dating a fucking bully. If anything he kind of owed you for all the shit you put up with. Not that you clearly had any problem with fighting back. Fuck that shit was so sexy.

Chris kissed your neck, listening to you moan as he thrusted his hips. Fuck you felt better than he remembered. Not like those same thoughts weren’t crossing your mind. Couldn’t believe you were like this after that time apart.

Had been so sure you could move on and you wanted to. Really did. Except he kept creeping into your head. Thinking about him like this. The way he fucked you like he owned your pussy and to be honest, he did. Even when you were broken up.

At this point everything between you had been an open secret in your frat. Hell, even when you tried to flirt with Preston he laughed and said he didn’t want to get punched for fucking around with you.

Didn’t even want to try being with someone else. How could you when you were pretty sure no other man could fuck you like this. He’d officially ruined you.

“Harder,” you whined into his ear, clawing at his back. Had been trying to be close to you, but fuck it. He missed you for a reason. The nice and tender shit was cute, but it had been too goddamn long.

Chris flipped you over to grab you by your hips. Making sure your ass was in the air right where he wanted it. You braced yourself as you felt him guide into you again. Squeezing your eyes shut as he bottomed out. Body trembling as you forced yourself to take his dick. “Fuck!” You sobbed into the sheets.

He rolled his hips just now he knew you liked. Exactly how he’d been thinking about. Looking down to see the way you’d started to cream around him.

Trying to give you exactly what you asked for. “You’re- you’re gonna- you’re- I’m gonna fucking cum, Chris!” You looked back at him. One of your hands going to your breasts as you played with your nipples. The extra stimulation making you clench around him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, slapping your ass. “Fucking cum for me. I want everyone in the house to hear that we’re back together. Cum for me. Want you to scream my name.”

“Chris!” You sobbed just like he wanted you to, ass shaking as you did as you were told. There’s his fucking girl. Fuck he missed you.

Lowering yourself as it became harder for you to hold yourself up. Only for him to go with you. Covering your body with his as he didn’t stop rocking into you.

Coming up to wrap a bicep around your neck. His other arm wrapping around you. Couldn’t stop himself as he manhandled you.

“Feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear. Nose pressed up against the side of your face.

“Chris, I- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You mewled. “Fuck I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, half wanting to stop to turn you over but not wanting to stop because he wanted to cum. He’s not really sure he had much of a choice anyway. Hips starting to stutter along.

You were just so fucking tight around him. Especially when you were ready to cum. “Fuuuuuuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” He groaned as he did it. Unloading inside of you. Not giving a fuck about protection or anything. Not like he ever did.

Sure the two of you should be more careful, but he can’t bring himself to actually care too. Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were stuck with him? Not for him at least. You were his for the the rest of his life as far as he was concerned.

Chris didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Trying to not put all his weight on you, but at the same time he could melt. Can’t believe it’d taken him so long to get back here.

All while you clung to him. Almost like you were afraid he’d float away. As if he’d go anywhere. Chris didn’t even want to move a muscle until he rolled over so he could pull you into him.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispered, into your hair. Ready to fall asleep as you whispered back to him. Half asleep and drunk on love. Knowing the two of you were finally right where you were supposed to be. Together.

[profounddefendorcrusade-blog]

Starlo apologist speaks again

this picture right here.. i hate it sm.

TIME TO DEBUNK EVERYTHIN', YEEHAW!

#1 Starlo's name is uncool on purpose might literally mean 'Starloser' It fits his character arc. In other words, he's not the cool, badass sheriff he pretends to be (he's not 'North Star'), but a kind, friendly farmer inside

#2 He definitely DOES care about Clover. Why else would he keep saying he's proud of them, praise them, believe in them, get worried about their safety, send them a warning letter, immediately run to check what's going on with them, get angry at Clover for not staying HOME (yeah he really did consider the Wild East their home) tell Martlet to bring Clover to safety, and jump at Ceroba to try and protect them? don't question the love of star daddy

#3 Undyne actually IS a badass. Starlo isn't. He's a softie who cares about pretending to be cool bc he's insecure, even when in a situation where he could die. He wants to be a hero. He wants to be SOMEBODY, not a NOBODY. Maybe he also cared about his own status more than his town, friends and family (which could be the reason he brought a bb gun). Or he just wanted to buy time so the others could hide. Now that I think about it, it's the latter. Why else would Dina say this in genocide after you kill Ceroba: "He was more of a hero than you'll ever be." That's the whole point of his geno fight that, and a lil bit of angst when roba finds him dying IT'S CALLED CHARACTERIZATION

#4 He kidnaps Clover bc they're a human. The only human who's ever set foot on the sands of the Wild East. He's obsessed with human culture. His whole life ARE westerns. Why? Whether it's the sense of justice cowboys represent, the exciting lives they live, or both, Starlo feels like he matters thanks to this nerdy interest, like he can contribute to his community

#5 i see Martlet as a big sis not a mom bc of how young she is, despite that one joke in bits & bites, but to each their own Star jails Martlet bc of the potential of the Wild East getting shut down. She did threaten to report them to Asgore and well... according to him, better safe than sorry. He even admitted he doesn't feel right doing it

#6 It WAS wrong of him to blame and attack Clover like that, all for his own status and ego (and to get his friends back) It's called a flawed character making a fucking mistake. Or did you expect someone perfect, with no room to grow and develop throughout the piece of media? Also, Clover is not an infant, they're a child. If it was meant to be a joke, it ain't funny bucko

#7 he either actually forgot about the fact he himself kidnapped Clover bc he wasn't in the right mindset (understandable), or purposefully ignored the information to avoid responsibility for his actions & shift the blame onto Clover (he IS flawed and thats more than ok)

#8 in neutral, he doesn't apologize bc Ceroba doesn't come and snap him out of his fantasy & mindset

#9 he did his best with the apology. you can't blame starlo. He's not very good with expressing himself and emotions in general (that he has been avoiding for so long via escapism; he also uses escapism to help Ceroba instead of talking openly with her)

#10 he doesn't know how the ceroba & clover interaction played out bc he was unconscious. Maybe he thought Clover had managed to talk her outta fighting. He says in true pacifist "Yall had a fight?? and the deputy won??" In other words he didnt know they had even fought. To add fuel to the fire, his bff just died and star, being the forgiving sweetheart he is, had wanted to give her a chance at redemption, but never got the chance to. He never got the chance to say goodbye, either.

#11 just bc starlo's an adult doesn't mean he can't have these flaws/behaviors. Every individual is unique. Starlo is deff deeply insecure and most likely autistic, too. Please think about that in the future, thank you

my current feelings can best be described by good old Axis

[goldenchunkycat]

Put this mouth to good use...

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➤ Pairing: Aged-up!Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

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➤ Summary: You are the eldest child of Tonowari and Ronal and you secretly mated the oldest child of Jake and Neytiri, what could possibly go wrong ? Everything because Neteyam decided that you were too friendly with a guy who wasn't him.

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➤ Warnings: Jealous and possessive Neteyam, it seems like Neteyam is gaslighting Reader but I swear he's not, rough mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia because why not, dirtier than expected..., bad English

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➤ A/N: Requested by @devilish-mirage , I hope it's what you were asking for ? I'd love to see your feedback on this ♡

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➤ Tag: @sloppierjewel (I can't tag you for a reason ?)

Being Towanari and Ronal's daughter was hard. Because it meant that you were Ao'nung and Tsireya's big sister, and you were nothing like them. You did not considered yourself kind and outgoing like your sister - you were shy and introverted, and you were not confident, strong and skilled like your brother - you were just you.

And yet, once, someone said that you were kind, attentive to everyone's needs, pretty and smart. Years after he became your mate. Your sweet Neteyam. What a shame you couldn't tell the whole world about it though...

"Darling, you need to find a mate. You are the eldest child of the chief, everyone is expecting a lot from you, you can't deceive them." your mother said while carefully brushing your hair, adding a few shells here and there. "You are pretty, my sweet daughter, I do not doubt that you will find someone."

You closed your eyes, bathing in the feeling of those hands massaging your head and hummed, "Yes Mother."

"I heard that Ok'iri was interested in you, go and try to talk to him."

"Yes Mother..." you answered more reluctantly, lowering your head, mixed feelings in your heart and thoughts rushing through your mind. How could you tell her ? You weren't interested in anyonee else than Neteyam. He was your lover, your mate, but because you did not wanted to deceive your family you did not tell a single soul that you two were mated. You had nothing to offer to your family other than your hand in marriage, how would you tell them that you could not marry someone ? You were so disappointing.

"Take your paintings with you. Give it to his parents."

Paintings. This was the only thing yo were good at. You could paint the beautiful sceneries for hours. That's how you pique Neteyam's curiosity. By sitting on a rock for hours, just being yourself. He fell in love immediately.

So what were you going to say to your lover ? You knew him, you knew how he was possessive, jealous. As it happens, the boy asked you many times to meet your parents. He wanted to tell the whole world that you were his because he wanted to avoid this kind of situation. But well, maybe it was too late...

"- and I caught this big fish outside the reefs. Pretty cool huh ?"

It has been going for hours. He was talking about himself, rarely asking about your hobbies or your opinion. Too bad he was so full of himself because Ok'iri was. nice guy. He was respectful and did not crossed your boundaries. Even if he did not not really let you talk, he often make sire that you were comfortable by looking at you while he was showing you the outside of their family's Marui. If you met in a different context you could have been friends. But well, people's expectations did not allowed it.

"By the way, those paintings that you gave us are really pretty ! I think I recognized one scenery." he said, finding a place in front of the beach in order to sit.

"Really ?!" you said excited, looking at him with twinkling eyes. You don't know if he did it on purpose but he said the magic word to get you out of your shell. "Which one ?"

"The 'undersea' one. I think it's somewhere near the Cove of the Ancestors, isn't it ?" he asked, happy that he finally found a subject that was interesting - to you at least.

"Yes !" you leaned a bit closer to him, too excited to notice that your legs were practically touching his. "It's on the left side ! I had to dive again and again because, ell, you can't paint underwater, but the result worth it !"

And you talked. For hours. Without noticing Neteyam's presence on the beach. Without noticing how he balled his fist or how he frowned and showed his teeth when his brother accidentally bumped into him. He was angry.

It became a weekly thing. Every Monday, you and Ok'iri would meet at the same place, just outside his Marui, and would talk for a few hours about your respective interests. You knew that he could be a good friend, and he proved it. He was very attentive to everything you said and never tried to push you to do something you did not wanted to do. But every time you failed to notice your mate on the beach, watching you. You failed to notice how, progressively, he became more clingy, his he touched more often than not whenever someone was around, how he tried to meet your father more often and how he tried to win his spurs with him. You failed to notice all of those signs. So you were very surprised when he finally snapped. And honestly ? It was...hot - and a tiny bit painful.

"It was hard but I found a good location with beautiful sceneries that you can paint. Want to go there ?"

"Really ? Thank you, I would love to go there !"

"Can I come too ?"

You turned your head to look at the owner of the voice, only to see your secret boyfriend smiling at the two of you.

Ok'iri hesitated before answering "Hum, yeah, I guess ?" Even you could tell that he was a tiny bit mad and very uncomfortable, he only said yes because he was being polite.

You shyly smiled towards your boyfriend, freckles glowing and making him discreetly smile. He eventually faced the young adult and asked with a mischievous smile "I hope that im not disturbing you ?" He slowly approached you and brushed his hand on yours, a dangerous glint in eyes when he smiled innocently and said "I see you sitting here you every every Monday and thought that it was a good idea to befriend each other."

You should have known better. It was a warning. But did the lamb beware of the wolf ? He did not, and he ended up eaten.

"You weren't lying, it's really beautiful here ! I can't wait to come back and paint !" you said, excited, moving your head from side to side under the loving eyes of the two boys. But Neteyam notice the way his 'rival' was looking at you. And he needed to act on it, right now.

"Let's hunt. The winner will be the one who hunt the biggest fish."

"Oh, I don't know, I just wanted to show her this place..."

"Okay." he smiled with a slight mocking tone, "I guess that I will be the one who will win the favor of the Olo'eyktan."

Ok'iri understood what he meant by that. He understood that Neteyam, the foreigner, was trying to court you. And he was not going to lose against him.

"Okay. Let's do it forest boy." he said and left, diving underwater with his Ilu.

You looked at the retreating shadow underwater and finally paid attention to the man at your side. The smiled had disappeared from his face and he was looking at you, a frown on his beautiful face.

"What..?" you asked tentatively, avoiding his gaze. "Aren't you going to hunt too..?" you added, trying to fill the void between the two of you.

"Oh but love..." he ordered his Ilu to slowly approach you and once he face in you personal space, smiled and leaned towards you, towering over your small frame. "I don't need to court you, you're already mine." He kissed the tip of your nose and you felt your heart swell with pride and affection for the man that you had the chance to call 'mate'. But suddenly, his sweet smile disappeared from his face and was quickly replaced by a mean one. One that you recognized very well. "However, I don't like it when people flirt with you. Come with me."

You did not know if you were supposed to be afraid and aroused. Maybe you were a bit of the two. You followed him until you two climbed on a rock who was a bit far from the 'hunting area'. It was surrounded by pretty aquatic flowers so you were a bit hidden from anyone who could potentially come here. However, if they walked around the rock, they would have a perfect sight of you two.

You did not asked him his intention though, thinking he was just going to steal you a kiss before going to hunt. Hey, it wasn't because you were smart that you weren't innocent. And Neteyam loved that about you. You trusted him with all your heart. And he loves seing your face when you realize what he is going to do. He looked at you and smirked.

"Every Monday I had to watch you chat excitedly with that guy, talking about all the things you like, telling him how good he was at hunting."

"But he was praising my skills in art, what was I supposed to do..?"

"Leave, love. Leave. Don't you understand ? I'm the only one ho can see you like this, all excited over your favorite topics. The only one who can see you smile and who can hear you laugh like this."

"Net'..." you backed up, joy and shame mixing in your head. He loved you so much, but he cul not accept the fact that you were asking with another guy (honestly it's a big red flag so let's correct it).

Seeing that you were shrinking under his gaze he softened his voice and gently held you face into the palm of his hands.

"I trust you. I really do. But I don't trust him. I know why your mother wanted you to meet him, and it makes my blood boil just by thinking about it. I just want them all to know that you are taken, do you understand ?"

"Yes..."

"I'll respect your decision. If you don't wanna talk about me to your mother it's fine, but don't let those men openly flirt with you, please Love ? Have you not noticed the way he was touching your arms and your back ? The way he was being so friendly with you ?"

"I will be careful from now one, I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings... Thank you my Neteyam, I love you, never forget that." you answered, your voice conveying all the feelings you had for him. Love, admiration. You were so pretty. And those lips...

"Show me how much you love me."

"W-What ? But... Ok'iri is not far from us..." you glowed, eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape.

"I don't care who sees, get on your knees."

You giggled and eventually gave in, getting on your knees and knowing exactly what was going to happen. Opening your mouth, you waited for him to stick his dick in it and once he did so, you hummed around it as a form of thanks. Neteyam felt like the luckiest man ever. How did he found a mate like you ? So obedient and eager to please him, his perfect pillow princess.

You started by sucking the tip of his length, massaging the rest of it with your pretty hand. Closing your eyes and whimpering softly you ignored the way his hands went trough your hair. Slowly but surely you bobbed your head around his girth taking a few inches more every time. Neteyam watched you in awe before finally giving in to the voice inside his head telling him to ruin you and cover your face with his cum.

He tightened his hold on your hair and stuck your head on his dick, forcing you to take all of him. You gasped and gripped his thighs as he sighed in pleasure, his legs shifting on the spot.

"Y-Yeah, just like this."

He started to thrust into your mouth repeatedly, starting at a slow pace.

"This pretty mouth of yours liked talking to that man ? Then..." he groaned, a faint sound coming from his chest as he pulled roughly on your strands. "Put this mouth to good use..."

You messily tried to massage his cock with your tongue, only to accidentally let you spit spread all over your mouth with how roughly he was manipulating your head. You let out a high pitched whine when he pulled a little to rough on your hair, making him laugh as he faked sympathy while slowing down a bit. He took his dick out of your mouth and leaned over you, smiling.

"Am I being too rough Love ? Poor baby, can't even take it properly. What a pity, I guess that we will have to do it slowly..." he raised an eyebrow, pouting.

"No ! No... Net' I can take it, I swear !" you said, your eyes tearing up as you widened your mouth and sticked out your tongue, eager to please him.

"Good girl. My sweet mate." he chuckled and went back to guide your mouth on his dick.

Your throat was getting numb and the muscles on your cheeks were hurting. Tears dripped down your cheeks and mixed with your saliva. You were a sight. Neteyam loved when you looked like that, so desperate. Seeing you cry turned on a switch in him and his pad accelerated. He felt his orgasm in the depth part of his lower abdomen and knew that he was close so he just gripped your hair tightly, preventing you from moving your head, and started to thrust roughly into your welcoming hole.

But suddenly you heard your name being called. It was Ok'iri, and he was close. "Forest boy ?"

"You're so good to me. Pretty lips and ah- hot mouth wrapped around my dick..." he whispered, his face morphing into one of full pleasure at the idea of being caught in this compromising position. "Don't want him to see us like that ?" he laughed as you shook your head with fervor, fear - and arousal in your watery eyes. "Don't worry I'm- Ah ! I'm almost d-done..."

You could sens that h was almost done. He was practically ripping your hair and destroying your throat. With a loud moan he finally came into your mouth, breathing heavily as he bend to meet your eyes. Knowing what he was waiting for you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue decorated with his seed.

"That's my girl."

Masterlist

[hard-times-paramore]

Why Nero Devilmaycry is Asexual

It's a headcanon, but turns out I had a lot of evidence. And even if I didn't I like when I have characters I can relate to with this one thing about myself, so nothing you could say would stop me. Still. Hear me out now. If you’re open to reading this post, then let me tell you, I think it very well holds up in canon.

As a start, look how he acts when he sees the sexy demonic lures from that frog demon in DMC4:

His reaction to the demons is to notice they’re causing a stinky storm which is probabbly hiding something, and he kills them. That’s it. Not even a fucking comment. In fact he even seems a bit avoidant.

Now compare it with Dante’s scene.

He knew they were in fact lures for a giant evil smelly frog, and yet he joins in the game and acts all flirtatious, actually acknowledging that he’s being faced with two sexy naked ladies.

Another evidence is Nero’s immediate reaction to seeing Gloria. Which I don’t even think needs any comments. Just

He can’t even look directly at her. He’s so uncomfortable help him.

Of course one might argue that all of that is because he’s in love with Kyrie. And I totally agree, he is in love! He’s asexual but not aromantic, and he loves her. But being in love with someone - and considering they weren’t together yet - doesn’t mean shutting down all interest and attraction to other people. Since he doesn’t show that attraction in the slightest, I think it’s cause it’s not there to begin with.

(On that note, it's nothing big but Nero is in love with Kyrie, one of the few female characters whose clothes cover her up. She’s a lot more modest/non sexualized when compared to Lady or Trish.)

But that was DMC 4. What about how he's like in the next game?

What I’d say from this game, is that Nero is ace, but he’s not out to Nico. And I can understand why, because Nico’s dirty jokes are like, Her Brand when it comes to humour. Dante would love chatting with her. Nero, however, does not. 

I mean, a dirty joke was her first reaction when Nero tried to tell Kyrie he grew back a whole arm

(he’s tired)

Whenever innuendos happen in this game towards Nero, it’s been because of Nico. Look at what she wrote in her diary, when she gave Lady her clothes after Nero rescued her.

Even though Nero himself during that scene was focused on her wellbeing and asking about his friends, nothing else (…actually, in that scene V was the one who made the comment about Lady’s appearance. V, who is Vergil, and the only other time they ever met was when they were a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other, and uh. Awkward).

And since we brought this up, when Lady was rescued from inside of the Artemis demon, she was completely naked, but Nero?? Payed no attention to that?? He only looked at her face, and was mainly concerned with her safety and with the fact she was Dante’s friend, not about her body. She could have been fully clothed and there would be no difference. 

It took Nico’s little comment for him to realize that “wait, she’s naked, wait, I have a girlfriend”, I mean. He goes “what?” and it takes him three full seconds to remember that, complete with a face journey:

Like, it’s just my humble opinion but if someone forgets that carrying a beautiful nude stranger in your arms miiight be kind of erotic, maybe sexuality just doesn’t occupy that person’s mind for most the time in the first place.

And holy shit, speaking of Kyrie, Nico seems rather interested in their sex life. She literally built an arm for Nero with the purpose to make sex more comfortable for them. And he did not ask her to build it, because she never tells him what she’s making beforehand, and by her comments it was supposed to be a surprise anyways. He ends up using it for healing.

Complete with that sexy joke she makes when Kyrie called him in the end, and the reaction she got, I conclude the following: yeah Nero is still ace as heck, he just hasn't come out to her yet. I get him, he doesn’t know her for that long, and I have that kind of friend too.

And just as a final point, just take a look at the main characters in this series! They all have shown a rather sexual side (specially in DMC4 which is by far the horniest game of this series). There’s Dante with his constant teasing and innuendos, Lady and Trish with their provocative clothes and body language, and even some demons sometimes act like that. But Nero? He seems to be an exception to that rule. In all his sarcasm and attitude, he’s still more about the taunting and mocking the enemy than flirting with it. While he’s the only one to have a love interest, the dynamic of their relationship shows a profound bond, loyalty, protectiveness and warmth. And yet with all that, it doesn’t get on the sexual side that was to be expected of those games, considering the other characters.

So, yeah, that's been my Ace Nero Manifesto. I wrote my evidence but, in reality nothing can stop me from headcanoning a character as ace just because I feel like it.

[beelmons]

Escapade 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!reader Rating: NSFW, readers under 18 are not advised to read this story. Tags: smut, best friends to lovers, possible angst at some point, porn with plot, mentions of weapons, minor OC appeareances for plot purposes, mentions of death for plot purposes, unprotected sex Summary: The stress of the job can take a toll on one’s mind and body, and as your friend Spencer and you come to realize: there’re many fun ways to cope up with it. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 / 3: Bonus | 4 | 5 | 6 A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot but people on AO3 asked for continuance and now I have made a very interesting mess. The format used dashes instead of quotations for dialogue since it's more AO3 friendly. Responting so it can appear on spencer tags. Enjoy and let me know what you think. 

The most interesting part of working in the BAU was definitely the bouquet of personalities that the team had to offer. Not one of them was similar to the other, not in how they talked, nor thought or behaved; granted, that happened to be the biggest asset of the unit and what got them through most of the cases they had had so far.

Dynamics were always different, from one member to another, and certainly everybody seemed to fit the best with someone else. Prentiss and JJ, Garcia and Morgan, Rossi and Hotch, everyone but Spencer Reid. Or so he felt, until he met you. Being closer to his age than any other agent around him, he felt a slight relief knowing that you would join as the expert negotiator, finally someone that could relate to the struggles of what youth and inexperience could bring into this high-stress job.

Since social interactions were not really his forte, getting to know him was a bit of a challenge. And yet, it was the easiest part. A man who overshared and couldn’t hide his excitement about certain topics, smart like no other, and easily shaken by the vile nature of many of the subjects he got to study, you could read him like he was a children’s book since the moment you were introduced by Hotchner. Shortly after, and thanks to Morgan’s efforts to nudge the two of you into talking more, you became friends. You enjoyed his nerdy presence around you so much, he was fun in his own way and never ran out of topics of conversation, for obvious reasons. Spencer Reid was your FBI partner and friend, and as hard as it was to admit, you would even consider him your best friend.

Aware of said fact, you couldn’t stop asking yourself why, then, were you in this utility closet, standing with your chest against the wall, barely able to see your partner as he pounded inside you from behind, the waistband of your pants down to the mid of your thighs and feeling the way the fabric of his own brushed against your ass. Spencer leaned back trying to get a better view of his work, even when the darkness of the suffocating room would not allow much vision, his moans reduced to quiet but quick breaths. You missed the heat of his body once he pulled away, having been flush against you seconds before, and you let him know with a whimper. He was quick to emit a “shh” from his lips, knowing that if you got caught it would mean the end of your careers. Feeling him slide in and out of you was blissful, and the thrill of being found out was just adding to the knot forming in your stomach. He felt the twitching of your walls and quickly bent forward again, his clothed chest rubbing against your blouse as he whispered into your ear.

— Hold on — he let out — I’m almost there, too.

The restraint in his voice sent chills down your spine. He was trying his best to keep himself quiet, even when his hips wouldn’t give you a second of rest, you clung to the pores of the wall trying to hold back your climax as you felt his tip hit to the very end of your insides, he kept your lower body still with his fingers, his palms tightly gripping onto your clothes to avoid changing the angle he knew was driving you crazy. It took only a couple more deep thrusts to send you over the edge, you couldn’t help a moan at the feeling of your orgasm, and he was quick to cover your mouth with his hand as soon as he heard your voice start to come out, his free arm wrapped around your waist, pushing your ass further against him as he kept still to release inside you, burying his face into your neck with a low and quiet groan.

Your bodies pulled apart and you gave him a second to dispose of the condom he had previously put on, in the meantime you fixed your clothes and inspected the blazer you had removed and hung from a shelf before the act just to make sure it was not messed up from any cleaning materials. Spencer mimicked your actions and tidied himself up before you finally turned around to check on him and grinned for a bit once you locked eyes.

— You okay? — he inquired.

— Yes, Don Juan — you chuckled at his concern — It was nice. So much for “it was a one-time thing,” huh? — He responded to your question with an awkward, almost uncomfortable, laugh. This was not the first time you had done something like this with Reid and it most likely wouldn’t be the last one. — Okay, doctor, do me. — you said as you stood straight after sliding on your blazer.

— I… — Spencer furrowed his brows in slight confusion — I… think I just did?

— Not that, smart-ass — you snarked back playfully — the profile. Look at my outfit, my expression, my hair, everything that could not match the story that we came up with. Listen, we work with some of the brightest, most observant minds of the FBI, if we don’t cover our backs, they will find out pretty soon about it, so to keep this quiet we need to outsmart them.

— Right, right — he reminded himself of the pact you had made a couple of weeks before. With a prolonged glance he started to examine your body, head, chest, bottom, legs, anything that could give away the fact that he had just had you up against the wall doing your best to not scream his name outright. — Your shirt looks too tidy, if we were out buying coffee, it would have slipped out of the pants a little bit from the walking. It rained yesterday, but the mud of your shoes has already dried up from being inside, so you should probably damp it up in the bathroom, you usually don’t button up your blazer after midday so it would be odd if you just came back with it buttoned up — he made a quick motion with his finger to have you turn around, to which you happily obliged — your hair is slightly messy from the back… hold on. — you thought he was going to fix it himself, but instead you heard him type something into his phone — It’s windy today, so it’s okay that it remains like that.

He grabbed you by the shoulders to gently spin you once again, and his hands ruffled the top of your hair slightly. He retracted his arms once he was satisfied with his work and tensed up for you to examine him next. He looked oddly nervous and avoided eye contact, guess he wasn’t used to being an anatomy skeleton for students to observe. You observed his shoes, pants, shirt, everything on him intently, and you didn’t like to admit you spent a couple milliseconds more on his face than needed. Once you had gotten your verdict you began to talk.

— Even if it rained yesterday, the sun is out, so it’s a little bit hot today, it’s better that you remove your sweater vest, you rarely wear it outside because the heat makes you grumpy, so it wouldn’t make sense to put it on outside.

— I thought about that too but… — he said as he pointed at his shirt — this is way too wrinkled, and I ironed this morning before I came to work, Morgan or Prentiss surely noticed.

— That’ fine. — you said as you continued to observe him — We will drop a bit of coffee on your shirt, which will give you a perfect excuse to not remove the vest. Make sure to drop some on your shoes too and a bit on your pants. Also, your zipper, it’s too far up to the top, once you start walking it slides a little bit because the safety grip gives in slightly. Your hair also… — you reached to ruffle it roughly, to which he responded with an “ouch!” — Sorry, your hair is just always getting too messy with the wind, so we must keep that in character. Also, roll your sleeves up, you do that when you carry coffee trays.

— Wow. — he exclaimed as you helped him roll the shirt as you mentioned — I mean, I knew we observed everyone in the team a lot, but this was pretty impressive.

— Yeah. — you said absentmindedly — Hurry. We’ve been out here for eight minutes, the coffee shop is a four-minute walk, and the delivery boy is already outside the building.

— Right, right.

You stood behind the door as you often did. That was the modus operandi, he would go out to grab the coffee and let you know if the hall was clear, which it almost always was since it was a service hall, and you would go out after his text, often grabbing a cloth that you would claim having gone get it if any of the janitors happened to see you go out. You had everything planned, brilliant minds coming up with brilliant plans to get away with what they needed to do, or rather wanted to do. After sneaking out of the closet you headed to the bathroom. Shirt, shoes, blazer, hair, everything was fixed to the way Spencer had told you.

You met him halfway back to the office and he handed you one of the coffee trays. Morgan’s, Prentiss’s, Rossi’s, none for Hotch, JJ’s with cream, and Garcia’s caramel macchiato, you looked over the orders once again, everything seemed in place, nothing they could read on you that would be out of the ordinary. Steady pace, not too fast not too slow, just two partners walking back into the office.

— Glad you two are back. — Hotch said as soon as you entered the BAU floor — We’re adjusting schedules for the upcoming guest lectures we are meant to give during law enforcement week in DC, they are meant to be given to a group of selected universities.

— Why are you wearing you vest? — Morgan interrupted all of a sudden as he scanned Reid up and down. — It’s like a million degrees outside.

You froze in your place and did your best to not show the panic in your eyes, hoping all the attention would be on him instead of the muscles that had tensed up involuntarily. You looked at Spencer as well, trying to join the questioning look of everyone else. You had told him about the vest, why did he decide to ignore you? You were beginning to spiral into the scenario where Morgan found out and you were kicked to the curb and eventually ended up homeless before a motion from Reid pulled you out. He pulled on the neckline of the vest to awkwardly reveal a huge coffee stain on his right pec. Everyone seemed to either laugh or at least smile at the way he ashamedly pursed his lips. You joined in the teasing as to not arise suspicion, since in any other situation you would do exactly that.

— Don’t worry, Reid, the day will come when you win your endless battle against slippery sidewalks.

— Something fun always happens in your coffee escapades — Emily mentioned.

— Actually, — Reid began to ramble — “escapades” comes from the Spanish “Escapar” which means “to escape from a place or a situation”, and in English it can be translated as “to part into adventure” which implies that the objective of the travel is unknown, “Crusade” is a mission to retrieve something, more specifically the holy grail, that could compare to coffee-

— Reid. — Hotch said firmly when he noticed the rest of the members confusedly staring at the blond doctor.

— Sorry. — he said as he cut himself short, pursing his lips embarrassedly as he used to.

— As I was saying, the lectures that the BAU will be imparting in different universities have to cater to the needs of each student bodies, since we’re looking to recruit future members with them. Look over the files on your desks and propose topics to lecture on before the end of the day so we can start working on the actual content. We will meet later to discuss how we will split to do the tour without spreading our workforce too thin. Get to work.

With a single hand movement, Hotch finished the briefing of the uninteresting task and grabbed the cup that was meant for Rossi, likely to take it to his office since he had shut himself in there working on something unknown. Morgan and Prentiss grabbed theirs too, and JJ mentioned something about bringing Garcia’s to her. Before heading back to your place, and making sure no one else was looking, you leaned back onto Reid’s desk with him resting comfortably against his seat. You looked at each other with a slightly smug smile. It was the first time you had gotten away with it at work, and it had been nothing short to exciting.

— An escapade. Doesn’t sound too shabby. — you said, your lips still curled up. — New code word?

— I do think that “escapade” is a way better code word than “let’s do the thing". It’s not very FBI-y if you ask me. Although, I still have to argue that an escapade has no apparent purpose and it’s just for the thrill of the adventure, as for what we’re doing we clearly have an objective in mind.

— Sure, that’s a good point of view, but also, you never know what’s going to happen in this adventure, and of course won’t be the same every time.

— Well, yeah, but the goal of the adventure doesn’t really change, it’s still to achieve the holy… — he stopped himself, threading carefully over his words, trying not to sound too tacky — the holy grail?

— Well, it certainly felt holy. — you took a sip of your coffee as you spurted those words.

— Hey! — he darted out loudly before lowering his voice. — Someone could hear us.

He stopped you mostly to avoid getting any redder on the face. He would so confidently take you in a utility closet, but being praised for his performance was making him shy? God, you found this man so amusing.

— Whatever, I’m not discussing the etymology of our code word with you. Let’s get to work if we don’t want to end up with boring lectures.

You pushed yourself away from his desk and walked back to yours, just a couple meters from his, to obey the orders you had given yourself. You buried your nose into the files that the boss had left for you, so much that you didn’t notice the way he kept slightly grinning in your direction. He knew he needed to wipe it out soon, or all the planning, sneaking, and stealth would go down the drain. Whatever it happened at work from now on, there was something for certain, you could always look forward to the next escapade.

[arunoy]

first meeting or whatever you call it

OKAY. SO.

E.M. (Evan Madison) meets the friend Jon wont ever stop mentioning every other day when they hang out for the first time. And his thought process simply is: “Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted. (His friendship with Jon)”

Why? He’s just purposely avoiding any form of contact with a Wayne for the sake of his mother.

See a longggg, long time ago, in this universe, based off of the 1930s-1940s run, Julie Madison breaks off her engagement with Bruce. She’s tired of him doing nothing with his playboy shenanigans, she doesn’t appreciate his slacking behavior, despite once loving him before. Well, she still loved him, so she stayed the night before leaving. Andddd nine months later, BAM. Evan Madison. Not Wayne, Madison. Julie broke up with Bruce for a reason, she will NOT be coming back to that man despite being like a billionaire. Oh, and she moved to Metropolis to continue her rising role as a star actor there.

To add on (differences in this universe), Julie’s engagement to Bruce was like… fairly… long… Like, since he had the first Robin to the… fourth… They didn’t get married ‘cause like, Gotham’s crazy, and Batman with his little lalala team of kids and wonde rpeople and whatnor have to handle all of that. Though, Julie obviously is not made aware the man she is married to is Batman (pls be kind she is DENSE.. ish…) So like the timeline, two to three years after Evan was born comes Damian…

Evan’s like a school senior to John, that’s how they knew each other anyways.

At first, Evan isn’t aware about his father until his mother tells him that his dad was Bruce Wayne. He didn’t really care, his life was great with just his mom as the only parent in the house. That eight-year-old boy didn’t think much of his dad, only when his mother would mention how lacking Bruce was to her once in a while. That’s what he thought he wasn’t different from his dad for; his physical health was slacking since birth, although it was more burdensome than whatever his mom thought of Bruce.

That thought comforted him; his mother still kept this life with Evan despite the little things he has done like Bruce. Julie tried convincing him that his intelligence and drive for art was enough, how passionate he was, that he was more than enough to her; but it never really worked. Not like he was too mentally unwell to be so concerned.

But! After researching and conspiring far too much than needed, he eventually discovers his dad, the quote, “most annoying man at worst,” is Batman. Shockers! Uh oh, his dad was really not like him at all. This kind of job is risky, this kind of effort and drive would swoon his mother all over again. This kind of man his father was truly was more useful than Evan could ever be.

Hey, he’s in his mid teens of angsty and insecurity when he finds out, he’s going to assume the worst. Like, he seen the disappointment, the frustration his mother had for people who are basically useless. The moment she finds out about Batman’s identity, she see how much better his father is. She’ll compare her poor-health, physically unwell son to the father who’s just better in every aspect—and sigh, looking at her burdensome son.

Evan can’t handle that. He can’t handle losing the mother who’s been a source of warmth in his life, he can’t be someone that’s just pathetic to the eyes of someone who has truly seen him. Neither is the risk of losing her because she knows Batman’s identity once she does.

so uh. BAM, he’s a little coo-coo, but becomes like crazy good at acting and manipulating to make sure his mother doesn’t have any connections to things he considers risks. He’s going to keep her bliss from things he considers harm. That includes the Waynes; avoiding the Waynes is a must.

So he meets Damian through Jon. He’s a little sad he’ll have to cut Jon off to keep from meeting Damian again, but it’ll be easy. It should’ve been. The moment he left after buying the three drinks, the moment he turned away from Jon, it should’ve been done there.

Anddd uhm uhm Jon yaps to Damian a while ago how a friend of his was like super nice and cool, but like really manipulative with other people so that builds like a sense of wariness in Damian when it comes to Evan? So when they met Damian was like observing the older and like “he looks like father,” then.. it spirals.. andd.. err… YEAH 😻😻😻

SORRY if damian looks a little off btw or jon. mostly damian because I tried to make all of my sketch bee more clear but like it took out the melanljtn so I clorored in digitally the melaljn because I wasnt going to leave him pitch white ❤️

[columbo-of-narnia]

You've probably been asked this before, but if you could insert your husbands into each other's shows (Tanner into HSMTMTS and Josh into Cobra Kai), how would you design their characters? What would they be like? What would their purpose in the narrative be?

And most importantly, would they finally get to snog men on screen?

I have never been asked this, BUT I have thought of it! First, let's do Josh in Cobra Kai. This is just part 1. I am gonna add Tanner to HSMTMTS next

His character would be named Briar Thorne and start out as one of Sam's friends. They grew up together, Briar's dad is a lawyer who grew up in poverty, so he does everything he can to provide for his son. Despite this, Briar isn't spoiled and rather understands his privilege and tries to give back to those who don't have as much.

He is very kind and sweet and absolutely hates unnecessary violence.

His narrative reason for being is to add some realism to the show because holy fuck does Cobra Kai not do that itself.

He first meets Robby mid season 1 when Robby first starts hanging around the LaRusso house and he is almost instantly Smitten. Nothing really happens romantically with them until season 3. Really he is a side character one season 1 and 2. He slowly becomes someone Robby can consider a friend and becomes more Robbus friend than sam's (He and she had been drifting apart for a while)

Briar avoids the out of tournament Karate fights but does show up to support Robby and actually goes to the locker room to check on Robby after Hawk cheats and hurts him. That shows Robby that Briar actually cares for him.

When Briar finds out that Shannon just left Robby without food or money. He immediately offers him a place to stay and Robby is thankful but declines because he is living with the LaRussos. Briar leaves the offer open and suddenly after that he is hanging out with Sam more at her place. He knows it's shitty but he wants to spend time with Robby more. He does have a crush but doesn't pursue it because obviously Robby is Dating sam

At the end of season 2 he is there for the Brawl and witnesses Miguel attacking Robby and Robby defending himself by Kicking Miguel over the edge.

Now this is where things change. Robby does still run away. However, Briar is very Vocal to everyone that it was self defense. He even posts videos online showing Robby trying to stop the fight and how Miguel antagonized and kept being aggressive towards Robby up until the point where Miguel fell.

When Robby is caught, Immediately Briar is there with his dad. Robby doesn't go to juvie for Assault but rather running from the police. His stay is still awful but now he had Briar as a Visitor daily.

There is also a lawsuit against the DAs office because they initially tried repressing the videos taken showing how Robby was just defending himself.

When Robby gets out he goes and Lives with Briar instead of staying at Cobra Kai. He doesn't even join the Dojo until Sam comes to see him at the skate park because she tries to just brush everything under the rug and act like she hadn't gone on the news and said "I don't know why robby did it". That's when he joins Cobra kai.

He isn't tricked or conned into it. He is using them. He wants to get back at his dad, at Daniel, at Sam and everyone who turned on him.

He still trains Kenny and forms a bond with him but it's more genuine. Because Robby had someone believe in him (Briar) he hasn't fully gone to the dark side and thus he is able to build a stronger bond with Kenny and teach him the importance of Miyagi-Do and Cobra Kai. How Kenny can use both and not be consumed by either.

Robby initially struggled with his feelings for Briar when he first got out of Juvie. He still had Johnny's voice in his head telling him 'no way my son can be gay. Be a man robby'. It took some time and Briar never pushed, but Robby soon realized he liked Briar back and they began dating.

And Briar actually became good friends with Tory once he got to know her and She learned that he wasn't stuck up or judgemental like she thought. They became very close to the point where his dad was willing to help Tory with any legal Issues her Aunt may cause.

Robby goes to prom With Briar, who sets Tory up with a nice guy. They have a lot of fun until the after party where Sam confronts Briar for dating Robby.

She is upset that he is dating her ex and that he took his side. How she feels betrayed that he dropped her and has been ignoring her. That he is friends with the go who tormented and attacked her relentlessly.

He points out that she dropped Robby when he needed her. How she Betrayed Robby. How she showed up to prom with the man who started all this (Briar does not like miguel). He tells her she is acting immature and that the world doesn't revolve around her. He can date who he wants and be friends with who he wants. Because Tory never would have been aggressive if sam had not been judgmental.

Sam slaps Briar and that's when Tory and Robby come over and tell Sam to back off and Sam is horrified she slapped one of her oldest friends. She tries to apologize but Tory stands in the way and tells her to leave before they make her. Miguell comes over and that's when the after prom fight happens.

When it ends Briar and Robby leave and end up cuddling in the car Tetry lent Robby. They didn't have sex but instead spent the night just talking, Kissing and being together. Robby promises that after the All Valley, he was done with Cobra Kai and all of it. T

I've already written too much, and this is just half of my ideas for Joshua in Cobra Kai because I was trying to keep season 1-3 mostly the same with season 4 changing drastically and season 5 being completely rewritten and season 6 possibly not existing.

[partywithoutsmiling]

I know I will probably disappoint lot of Creek fans, but honestly I prefer him canonically gone XD;

(This is by no means a post made to pour critique on Creek fans; I am simply explaining why he won't make any appearances in my AU past the necessary plot device in the first movie events)

I said in my previous ask that Creek is unempathetic to needs of any other creature but himself. He looks upon others- most likely subconsciously- in ways that would make them useful to him, not as someone whose life has an equal value to his own.

This calousness is shown in his remorseless acceptance of sending his whole Tribe to his death- even shrugging like 'what can you do' when he lures them out.

I called him chilling and that still checks, and I go as far as call him unnerving.

However, ultimately, he is a wimp XD;

I know there are plenty of writers out there who likes to paint him as a sinister villain, who'd go as far as to try and cause deliberate harm- and maybe if he was pushed enough, he'd do so, like a cornered rat

But really, similar to Branch, he wants to avoid physical conflicts, and especially wants to avoid any harm to himself. His greatest strenght was always his cunning, and being more aware of how to spin situation to his favour-

And yet, he is also so stupid and activelly sabotaging himself XD

(Srs, my guy, peacocking around under Chef's hand, confident he saved his own life, while not even trying to leave himself an escape plan- or leave a small thread of oppoturnity to allow him to be accepted back into his tribe)

He's the Peter Petigrew of the Trolls franchise, a Wormtongue level of villain. Confindent, self-assured and arrogant- but only when he is absolutely sure he has a backing of a bigger bully, unless he is the 'biggest' himself.

As soon as things get too hot, he bails; and while he maybe would have entertained going back to his Tribe after his betrayal, he would be on the bottom of the totem pole now; no power and no oppoturnity to get it back- and he certainly doesn't have the drive to try and redeem himself.

From story telling perspective, it would make him a rather poor antagonist. Annoyance at best, not even similar to Team Rocket who can be funny and heartfelt; just pathetic level of a villain really. He served his purpose and there is no need to drag his character on after that.

I just cant honestly imagine him being that interesting, in my AUs- because, since they are mostly from Branch's or Poppy's view, they wouldn't even notice that he's there.

He would avoid them like a plague; use the miracle oppoturnity of having a clean slate with other tribes to worm his way among them; in fact, he'd consider it a hindrance if any Pop Trolls showed up and recognized him.

But as I said, he's stupid.

In Wanderer AU, the Strings in Branch's hair would call to his powerhungry nature; he wouldn't even consider that Branch might have more connections among the other tribes than he'd even imagine; if an oppoturnity arrives where Branch shows up in a place where Creek lives (as he wouldnt have been caught dead roughing it up on the road), he'd see Branch alone, without the backing of the Pop Tribe or Poppy.

He'd try to steal the Strings while Branch is asleep. Eyes on the goal, not even considering the consequences. He just knows Strings equals power, and he wants power.

He'd be caught- and that would bring Branch's attention to him even being alive in the first place. Truth of the Traitor comes out- and since the alliance, the rumours would spread like wildfire and Creek would have activelly burned any bridges of goodwill he had managed to build, or that he could have build.

in Rock Beast AU, much the same- he'd try to find safety under the wings of a bigger bully, and alienate everyone because of it- no matter what tribe it is.

A wimp, and a fool.

This is why I said he never consciously used his friends- he doesn't have the capacity to do it consciously XD;; everything is instinctual, a learned habit, inability to function any other way.

Truthfully, he is not even a villain; antagonist to our protagonist, sure, but active villain? Ehhhhhh

He is just a hardcore oppoturnist, to the extreme; there is no real malice beside the consequences of his actions; he just doesn't care that deeply about these things; I don't believe he would ever even consider Branch his enemy, or a rival, not like Branch would have considered him back; Creek just really doesnt care about anyone but himself- and that certainly means he would never care hard enough to even muster the hatred necessary to plan someone's demise or harm

[egalitarian-tomboy]

Rocky the Demented Matchmaker (A Lackadaisy Theory)

Before we get into the post I want to clarify that this post has spoilers for the Lackadaisy webcomic & overarching world that has been canonized so far. If you would like to avoid spoilers for the comic, please bookmark this post and go read up to the latest chapter currently available on the Lackadaisy official website. You have been warned. 

After Rocky, in a moment of delirious honesty, admitted to Ivy that he took the blame for a family tragedy that he might’ve had nothing to do with in order to keep Freckle in school undisturbed by the consequences of what happened. It’s clear how much he loves his cousin. I’d even go as far as to say that he considers him more of a brother than a cousin. Since he’s a whole 5 years older than him, there’s a considerable age gap between the two in regards to life experience and knowledge about the world. Even if he isn’t book smart, Rocky’s got more street smarts that it’s all second nature to him. So when he gets his cousin into the business of liquor running for Lackadaisy as a hired gunman partner, he wants to offer him something in exchange for putting his life on the line - A Girlfriend / Possible Wife. 

Keep in mind this series takes place in 1927. 2 years before the Great Depression and creeping toward the looming collapse of the prohibition era in 1933. During this time men were typically married by 24 while women were married by 21. Although there are cases that show that some men and women got married as young as 17 (with parental consent). Rocky is 23 years old, a Bachelor who has never been married or has been in a serious romantic relationship (that we know of). From his current line of work and his mental state of mind right now, finding a wife is the least of his concerns. But that isn’t the case for Freckle. While his mother is still pretty young, 48 years old to be exact, that doesn’t mean that Freckle wouldn’t have some prodding from her regarding settling down and having kids of his own.

So what do you do when your cousin is a fellow bachelor that’s down on his luck? You introduce him to someone that might want to be something more than friends. 

In comes Ivy Pepper. Goddaughter of Mitzi’s deceased Husband and recently single jazz baby of the Lackadaisy. She’s not single for what she’s done on her part per say, it’s because Viktor intimidates all of her ex boyfriends physically to the point of being put in a wheel chair for going near her since he sees her as a daughter to him. So how far in the relationships she actually got are up in the air. But the moment she meets Freckle, she’s head over heels for him. Immediately noting how cute he is and inviting him on a date while Rocky gets something to clean up the mess she made on purpose to distract him. 

Now you can say that Rocky had no intentions on playing matchmaker, since they just got done extracting revenge on the pig farmers, I’d argue that Rocky knew exactly what he was doing when he introduced him to Ivy. Especially since his reaction to her calling Freckle her boyfriend and proclaiming to Viktor they’re dating wasn’t one of confusion, it was gleeful teasing. Even before that, when they were at Ivy’s college he teased Freckle about how Ivy must’ve fallen head over heels for him already in a wink-wink nudge-nudge kind of way. Trying to get across the idea of maybe seeing Ivy as a girlfriend or possible wife in the future. Even his teasing / overreacting of her asking if Freckle was introducing her to his mother was more panicked in the way that it was far too early for Freckle to introduce her as his girlfriend. They hadn’t even had a proper date or first kiss. a REAL first kiss. Not what she did before as a quick peck on the lips after they got done meeting with Viktor. No that real proper first kiss would come later. 

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The other reason why I believe Rocky is the maniacal mastermind behind this ship, the crazed captain if you will, is because of the way he talks to Freckle after he had his first real kiss with Ivy in the truck. Asking him if they still weren’t on a first name basis after kissing / possibly making out in that truck. To which Freckle officially starts calling her Ivy instead of Miss Pepper. Even though he didn’t deny being her boyfriend in front of Viktor after she declared them a couple, he didn’t necessarily agree that he was her boyfriend either. It wasn’t until she kissed him quickly on the lips in the car that he possibly started to truly fall in love with her. She smooched him once and he was ready to ask her for another kiss before he went off on his big night with Rocky. But this time, a proper one where they had more privacy and Rocky wasn’t there to make any sort of remarks.

And all my mans had to say after they were in the truck together was “Are you seriously not on a first name basis after kissing like THAT?”

Nah. 

You can’t tell me that Rocky hasn’t been playing matchmaker this entire time trying to get his cousin a girlfriend. Nope. Nuh uh. 

[maxwell-mtv]

Into the Mines Part 1 [Morris x Farmer!G/N!Reader]

[Heyo, so I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now. It may not be the best, but I figured this could be my little late night writing project as work seems to take up more of my time recently. I hope you all enjoy, this is only part 1 of who knows how many more. Sorry it's not headcanons, I'll try and share those tomorrow instead.]

SPOILER WARNING: None yet...?

“(Y/N), just hear me out-” The man trailed closely behind you as you collected your supplies for the trip.

“No, Morris, for the millionth time I won’t let you go with me into the mines.” You call behind you, effectively cutting the man’s protests short. 

It was the first day since being married where Marlon had informed you of yet another infestation in the mines. At the crack of dawn, you got packing, blessed by Yoba to have an easy, hands-off day on the farm since you had no crops to harvest and no soil to water. Only issue was your husband who had never had the opportunity to truly see what all goes into preparing to go into the mines. 

The well suited man anxiously rests a hand on one of the dining set’s chairs. As he watches you load several snacks and meals into your bag, he feels his stomach churn. He’s never felt this nervous for someone other than himself before. It was, to him, like you were happily marching into the hands of death itself. 

He takes a shaky breath, looking at the floor as his mind races for more arguments. At the very least he hopes to slow you down so you lose more time. “Please, tell me why you have to go down there! It’s unregulated, you don’t know what mold may be down there, let alone the rumors of savage animals inhabiting the caverns!” 

As you zip up your bag, you turn to glare up at your husband, frustration getting the best of you. “Morris, you wouldn’t understand. Now if you would please stop fussing, I’m a grown adult and can handle myself, thank you very much!” 

Your words seem to shut the man down. Morris’s wide look of shock and shame quickly makes you reconsider your defensiveness. After all, he only wanted you safe. Setting your bag down, you go over to him.

As you reach for his hands, he pulls away and crosses his arms like a petulant child.

“Morris, I’m sorry… I know you care but it’s just…” you struggle to explain the real reason you so often are inclined to enter the mines. 

“No, no, you’re right. You’ve been going to those mines since before you and I even became friends so it’s understandable why you’re upset. If you really feel the need to do this, I don’t understand it but I’ll have to just accept it.” The Joja fat cat shakes his head, avoiding your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s trying to purposely guilt you, or legitimately act out his reluctance to let you do as you wish.

Sighing, you put your hand on his shoulder. “Morris, listen, you wouldn’t understand but… it’s just something I need to do…”

Morris stays silent for a moment, looking down before letting his arms down and turning his focus back onto you. “Why won’t I understand? What is so complicated about going deep into an ancient system of crumbling caves? What is down there that I cannot buy for you myself?”

His words rang true from his perspective. Although it wasn’t something you would ever consider foremost, you’d quickly grown to accept Morris’s way of thinking. Anything you may have desired, he would get you, no question as to why. New television? What size did you need? Ores for a project? How many did you want? It was never a question of how much it would cost for him, merely the specifics of what would be the best to get for you. 

You sigh heavily, your gaze trailing to the coat rack by the front door. A yellow hard hat seemed to catch your eye as you tried to think of a fair reasoning that would calm his nerves. “I-” You struggled to form a coherent thought. “I… I can’t… I…” You swallow, unable to say anything that would surely satisfy the man’s curiosity. 

With every moment you left your mouth agape, Morris’s brows raised in anticipation. “Anything?” He urges you in a soft tone.

Finally conceding, you hang your head. “No…”

Morris shifts his position as he grabs your chin, gently guiding your eyes up to his. “(Y/N), I know you’re trying to hide something from me. Just please, tell me the truth. Denying me that will only make me worry more.”

Sighing heavily in defeat, you nod. “I’ve been called by the Adventurer’s Guild to help defend the town once again.”

“What?!” You jump at Morris’s outburst. “You can’t be serious! Wait, what does that even mean?”

You take a brief moment to collect yourself from your husband’s exasperation. “The savage animals are technically real, it just isn't necessarily fair to categorize them as animals.”

A moment passes of you explaining the basics of monsters and evil creatures to Morris. He seems skeptical at first, but who can blame him? He’s never known such magical things to be real. As the clock strikes 7, you begin to wrap up your explanation. 

“So, yes, that’s what those markings actually were when I came home and told you that they were burns from helping Clint out at his shop.” You conclude.

“I don’t know what to say, (Y/N)...” Morris takes off his glasses, looking betrayed by the revelation. He wipes his free hand over his scowling face and moves to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry I never told you sooner. I wasn’t sure if you’d even believe me.” You shrug, hoping for the best as you’re slowly losing precious time. “I need to go, though, Morris. If anything happens to this town when I’m on watch, I would never forgive myself.” 

Standing up, you strap your best sword around your hip, and swing your bag onto your shoulders. Once at the door, you look back at your husband before opening it to leave. “I love you.” You call out to him.

Nothing. 

You sigh, stepping out the door and closing it with care. Hopping off your porch and onto the dirt path, you begin making your way towards the bus stop. “I suppose I can make back some lost time with the mine carts…” You think out loud, shivering at the idea of using the old, shaky machinery.

The walk to the trail felt lonelier than normal. It was as though the grief of having betrayed your husband’s trust wore on your determination. 

You slouched over the mine cart, carefully loading everything and making sure you didn’t leave anything behind. 

“Wait!” A loud, commanding tone made you freeze in place. A wave of fear washed over you before you cared to look behind you to see where that voice came from. 

Turning around you watch as your husband, red faced and out of breath, comes trudging over to you. You can’t help but giggle at the funny sight. “Did you… run here? With all that on?”

“Yeah…” He responded, stopping before you, still catching his breath.

[Right, sorry for the cliff hanger, I do have to get some sleep though. I'd hate to magically pass out at 2 am like I always do lol... Anywho's, let me know if you catch any mistakes or just have any ideas. I am writing this at midnight so I'm bound to make some mistakes... With that being said, thank you all for reading and I hope your day/night is the best it can be!]

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during gencon 2019, Taliesin was asked a question about the similarities between Fjord and Percy, and if Orthax was as insistent and keen on punishment as ukotoa, Percy would have gone in a similar direction as Fjord. As a writer who studies Percy’s character what does Taliesin’s answer mean to you? From what I’ve seen Percy seems to think he’s getting the best out of his deal with Orthax and that he’s also somewhat in control. Am I seeing things? (This is rodneypoo btw :) ) Q - 17-18 min mark

Link For Context (thank you for the details and timestamp!)

tl;dr: Taliesin says that Fjord has more willpower in resisting a negative influence than Percy did.

To start this off, let me say that I do generally trust the cast’s understandings of their own characters and that goes double when it’s Taliesin because he’s very aware of Percy’s flaws and happy, even gleeful, to call him on them. So pretty much I agree with this entirely! I think the disconnect you’re getting is because Percy is canonically a dealmaker and pretty confident in his understanding of those deals which is why I’m gonna let you all in on a little secret:

Percy is an arrogant piece of shit.

Like. This is very important to understand, Percy is not as smart as he thinks he is (stated by Taliesin during a conversation about, iirc, Raishan. Taliesin outright said that Raishan was as smart as Percy thought he was). He is arrogant and proud, overconfident in his intelligence. And he is intelligent! He invented guns for god’s sakes, and a damn taser glove; boy is clever. But he also assumes his cleverness and the fact he is “the clever one” means he has (or with regards to his inability to do anything to save his family, has to have) all the answers, even when he doesn’t. As my lovely friend @nanyoky has pointed out in our discussions on many an occasion, this is a principal issue between him and Vax - Vax is willing to admit he doesn’t know things and receive feedback, while Percy is prone to getting defensive and taking that feedback as an insult to his intelligence.

This is, incidentally, why I think Percy was defensive of his intelligence to his siblings. Taliesin has said that Percy had a tutor, Professor Anders, which means most likely he was privately tutored by the time the Briarwoods came around, but has also stated that Percy at one point was in school and had classmates who he didn’t get along with so well. I imagine he considered his intelligence and his need for private tutoring as setting him apart from his (to be fair, many!) siblings, and so was proud of it and didn’t take kindly to his siblings needling him over it.

And then, after his family is massacred and he’s tortured and he loses his sister in the escape and he comes to on a fishing boat - he spends years dissociating and surrounded by strangers. It makes perfect sense for him to retreat into himself and become defensive when faced with complete strangers, especially after the betrayal of Anders and the attack - why would he show them such a vulnerability? Why would he take that risk?

And this holds true when he meets Vox Machina. They find him in a cell; they have the power, not him, and there’s more of them; it serves his purposes to stay on their good sides and avoid conflict and also not reveal his vulnerabilities in case he needs to flee. And then, by the time he trusts them, he’s been that prickly, noble, proud, person that whole time; he can’t just open up all his vulnerabilities to them because that’d be a drastic shift that none of them are expecting and, also, with some of them he probably still wouldn’t trust that he’s safe to do so with them (someone ask me to go off on one and explain why Percy gets on better with the women of VM than the men). We know that he’s hesitant to talk about the Briarwoods with them even when asked and while we all know that VM cares for him, Percy has had his trust catastrophically betrayed once before; he is too wary to bank on that.

This is not aided by the fact that after the first time the smoke shows up, when they fight Stonefell, the group immediately demands answers and starts questioning his state of mind - and that brings his defensiveness back. It’s not quite a betrayal of him but it is doubt, and he’s smart, he’s intelligent, he clawed himself back to sanity after the mass murder of his family and he’s determined to get revenge: their doubt of his state of mind is the last thing he wants or needs. Even as Orthax digs his claws in deeper Percy both cannot admit that to the group, and may not even be willing or able to admit that to himself. If he’s not in control of himself, who is? He has to be in control of himself - he was tortured by Ripley, and we know from his reactions to being Hold Person’d and to being blinded in the Feywild that his personal autonomy and control of himself is important to him. So I’m not surprised he was in massive denial regarding Orthax until the end.

And it’s notable that it’s only at the end, when he’s faced with something he will not, cannot do, that he finally acknowledges it. He’s on the revenge path for sake of his family; he will not kill the last of it. And it still takes the intervention of the others continually to get him to that point! Keyleth and Vax’s doubt, Vex shoving him up against a wall and demanding to know he’s all right, Pike cleansing the corruption from him, “Darling, take off the mask” and “Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third, you will fight this monster inside of you!”

It takes all of that for him to be willing to recognise the influence for what it is. If Pike hadn’t cleansed that corruption, he would have tortured people before killing them. If his friends hadn’t challenged him and anchored him back to them he could have turned on them - which we know is what he was most afraid of, which is honestly why in the show and the stream, putting Cass on the List was Orthax’s single biggest fuckup*.

And it is only then, only once Percy has been so consistently challenged by the people he trusts to hold him back, to help him, that he openly acknowledges Orthax’s presence and rejects him and asks the very important question: “... did I even want revenge before I met you?”

Which is really important! Percy woke up from a dream and two years of dissociation with an idea and the purpose of vengeance and he didn’t question it because it was his only point of certainty and purpose. He can’t doubt that or he’ll dissociate again. He can’t doubt that or his family will never be avenged. He cannot afford to break and so he cannot afford to doubt, so he has to be enough. He has to be smart enough, clever enough, strong enough, because he wasn’t the last time and if he is this time, maybe he can prevent that from ever happening again.

(He’s scared, he’s traumatised and terrified and doing what he can to try to build some sense of security.)

His arrogance is partially from his upbringing and his intelligence, partially from his own personality and partly as a defence mechanism after everything.

But Percy de Rolo, much as I love him and find him fascinating, is absolutely an arrogant piece of shit. I completely get where Taliesin is coming from.

Percy was a broken mess and didn’t dare challenge the thing that gave him certainty. His arrogance was defensive and so he refused to acknowledge the problem until it was severe. He didn’t have the willpower on his own - it was due to his friends challenging and pushing him that he chose to and was able to in the end. Because he won’t hurt his friends and allies, the people who’ve never betrayed him. He won’t hurt the only family he has left. He told them that, and he won’t break his word.

(Percy, in the Underdark, shooting Clarota, “Some people have no sense of fucking honour!”)

His friends challenged him, he promised them and it was for them he pushed Orthax out. Not for himself. Not solely because of himself. Percy is strong-willed enough to resist a lot of possession (though not always Charms, see: Garmelie), but that’s more stubbornness, and it was stubbornness that caused his denial to begin with. He’s not strong-willed enough to admit his doubts to his friends, to openly do that, because he is as scared of vulnerability as Vex is (and that’s why they’re so good for each other, helping each other find a safe space in which to slowly let their guards down).

So yeah. Percy isn’t as strong willed as he’d like to think and, seemingly, not as strong-willed as Fjord (note: I have watched barely anything of C2; I cannot speak to this myself). He’s arrogant and overconfident and that’s why he presents his deal with Orthax the way he does - which is denying it until there’s no denying it anymore and still believing he can make it work for him even when that is obviously unlikely. It’s a defence mechanism born of his arrogance and this is reason #551 why I want to shake this man.

* I hold that this was more of a fuckup in the show, because on the stream it doesn’t happen until after the reveal of Cass’ betrayal, which implies Orthax did that based on some genuine feeling of betrayal Percy was feeling, rather than in the show where it appears before Percy learns of the betrayal, implying Orthax was assuming he would feel so on seeing the name and receiving the revelation (But then, Orthax isn’t the smartest).