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art dump before zee goes to sleep but everything is captioned (woohoo tags @zeeposting @desklamper @ryuatewater) oh yeah most of these are angsty lyric art bcuz i felt more emo than usual yesterday (most were made yesterday at night)
my first time drawing globe ever. it was good but then whiteboard fox was stubborn bc i accidentally deleted stuff so now its âlayeredâ kinda wrong and looks wonky
ahhh yes. sad
redraw of the first one i made this morning, id say ive improved
THIS WAS LAST NIGHT AND BEFORE THEY ARE NOW MUTUALLY MADLY IN LOVEâŚalso i dont trust desklamper in writing a healthy relationship (sorry)
they are the besties ever
like one pot drawing bc i dont like the way i draw him (ill make more art for ryu i swearâŚmaybe just wb im only slightly good at drawing her)
just a silly rapier :3 because i like him a normal amount. uh originally i was gonna draw him with stickers and a kiss mark but i quit bcuz im a LOSER and dont know how to draw kiss marks and cant come up with good sticker ideas that arent cats and stars soâŚyeah. mic was gonna be there too but uh im tired WHY IS THE CAPTION A WHOLE PARAGRAPH UM???
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we need these more often guys i swear not all cats hate birds or eat them some of them actually fw birds LOOKING AT YOU @desklamperâŚ/j
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Things to draw!!!!!!!!!!!
1. The Poochencia farm mailbox for Mys Mail!
2. Mysâs phone case, photographs, etc for her bag!!
3. The character/couple sheet ,,,, (Iâll probably do that next)
4. Jas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5. More myshane kissing
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Complicated Relationship with God (As Seen Through Lyrics in the Character's Playlist)
#my art#wc#weirdos class#seth#hes SO weird abt religion it drives me insaaaane every time i listen to his playlist im like aughhhh#the complicated relationship is basically 'god never answered my prayers im done trying to believe. i shall take his place#and burn this whole place to the ground to create a new world' hes not okay if u were wonderin <3#anyways. this collage is an epic rama vulnerable moment ( i am very reluctant to share what music i like beyond certain bands)#(its bc i got made fun of so much for my bad taste </3 so now im embarrassed abt every single thing i like)#showing someone music i enjoy is like. such a big thing for me its like. im entrusting u w rama secrets...#and if ur mean or dismissive i WILL be sads forever. that applies here btw <3#if any1 is mean abt my lyric choices ill. delete my blog and disappear off the internet forever. okay?#HOWEVER on the same vein. ur invited to tell me if u know the songs...and if u know more than 5 of them we shall have a summer wedding
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the KNT subreddit is an evil evil place this one poor person made a post like "what if ayane was gay?? i'm halfway through season 3 and thinking it" and everyone is downvoting them and shutting them down and the like 2 people who agreed are getting downvoted too...girl get on over to tumblr we've been saying this here for years!! these boring boring miserable homophobic unimaginative people don't get you but the real KNTheads do
#not to gatekeep but seeing anime-only fans dismissing an insanely popular read of a character that is#honestly pretty canon compliant despite not being actually canon#i'm going to need you to sit down...sit down at the back of the class...go to KNT school...get a KNT education...#someone is like ''i've only watched the anime but when you get to the end of season 3 you'll see why she can't be gay'' bitch#she BREAKS UP WITH KENTO because she's incapable of falling in love with him. do you know how silly you look rn. foolish#''i've only watched the anime'' yeah we can tell bc if you'd read the manga you would NOT think ayakento proved her straightness lmfao#personally i would never dismiss somebody's theory about a text if i hadn't even really read the material but that's just me#anyway to be clear. no shiina's intent wasn't to make her gay most likely however#it is pretty obvious that telling multiple female friends you'd hypothetically date them being incapable of loving any of the boys you do#date and eventually getting a ''crush'' on your unobtainable adult teacher is like#the gayest thing you can do. comphet lesbian 101. all very clearly supported by the text. okay goodnight
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Okay, maybe it's just me, but I can't be the only who's read fanfics where the Akuma class learns Adrien knew Lila was a liar and the only way they say they'll "forgive" him is if he takes Marinette on a date, to be manipulative as fuck, right?
Like, oh you knew this important information that our older friend has said numerous times and didn't say anything?? Even after we made it so obvious we didn't believe the person we knew longer?? We didn't even give her the benefit of the doubt. Because we'd totally believe you, someone we've known for a few months, someone who's a boy (hello misogyny). You gave her advice that she didn't have to take? Advice you didn't force her to follow? Advice she decided to take anyways?? Advice she WILLINGLY took?? You should have said something earlier. Now if you want our trust back, you have to take this girl we know, but you don't know, likes you out on the most romantic (and expensive) date ever. And you have to treat her like royalty. We don't care if you've said your interested in another person/were going to ask someone else out/just got out of a relationship and don't want to get in another one. Take Marinette on a date.
To me that's just so fucking manipulative and uncaring for Adrien's feelings and just a way to make sure Marinette doesn't have to be the one to ask him out.
I'm sorry, but they are not his friends. Who fucking does that?? Who decides that in order to "forgive" someone (which honestly, no, they didn't have the right to. They had no right to "forgive" Adrien when they made it clear who'd they'd be more likely to believe at the time and how they didn't even show that they took what Marinette said to mind) they have to take someone else on a date?? You don't have a choice. You HAVE to take them on a date.
Again. They. Are. NOT. His. FRIENDS.
#it's like the one thing that pisses me off in lila defeat stories#it almost always ends with the class learning adrien knew lila was a liar#and they go on about how he should have said something#and how he let her manipulate them when it's their own fucking fault#and how he'll have to earn their trust and forgiveness#and in the good ones they actually acknowledge that#yeah okay you have a point#we didn't believe marinette whom the majority of us knew longer it makes sense you thought we wouldn't believe you#after you saw us dismissing her claims and not talk it out with a neutral third party or a trusted adult with us#but in some cases they immediately just go#take marinette on a date#make sure it's super romantic#you better treat her like a queen/princess#and it's worse if it happens after adrien has admitted to liking kagami#because this results in them either:#never getting together#them breaking up earlier#or his interest in kagami is flat out erased from existence#because as long as MARINETTE is happy that's all that matters right??
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Man high school was fucked up. You ever think about that. Thank fucking god I'm not in high school anymore
#Sorry I need to turn a distraction video on or smth because my mind came back to#The very first experience I had of high school#And like my father had just dropped me off right. Yknow. Big massive new place I hadn't been before#And we went into an assembly hall right and my father called me like 5 minutes after#My phone was on silent and I took it out of my pocket for what. 5 seconds to dismiss the call.#Yknow a call from my parent who probably just wanted to make sure I got in okay#And in that 5 seconds a teacher just came over and took the phone off me#And then later on in the assembly the speaker was like 'We have a strict phone policy.'#'You're not allowed to use them outside of break unless explicitly asked' and the fucking.#Teacher who practically snatched my damn phone of me was like#'I have caught 5 students on their phones already. This is unacceptable behaviour in high school and you should already know'#Like. Holy shit I got it out for 5 damn seconds to dismiss a call from a parent who just wanted to make sure I was okay :sob: I was 12 yknow#Just something so. Fucked up about that. That's not a fucking expectation in the real world#Yeah don't be distracted by your phone while doing work in class but it was nothing like that :sob:#I'm willing to bet that most of the people who got their phone confiscated in that assembly were of similar circumstances to me#Yknow. Worried parents who just dropped their 12 year old off to a big unfamiliar place for the first time calling#You could've taught that lesson in the classroom if someone was actually distracted on their phone. Come on now#What Is with some fucking primary school and high school teachers having absolute power trips over actual children#Awful. I was thinking about it because my younger sibling has just gone back school#And their in their last year of primary school and they where telling me about like all the bullshit they're pulling#And I guess I just. Worry a bit. Because high school is genuinely a little bit fucking traumatic#I tell them all the time that most of the rules they set up in primary school and high school are kinda bullshit anyways#And to follow them simply to not get in trouble. But don't let them dictate how you act forever#Because you go through the whole of high school being told what to do by people who usually view you as a lesser being to them#And then you get to college and everything changes and it's gonna be weird as fuck finally being viewed as an equal#...especially if you're like me and engrained rules way too seriously#Sorry this is breaking the no emotional posting after 10pm rule but I think I can stand by this one#Okay I've made 6 begillion grammar errors I'm on mobile I can't change em#To everyone currently in high school: please fucking survive. It get's better. I prommy you#android.txt
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I'm fairly certain I could convince a lot of left-leaning people that solar power is bad. between people's nuclear opinions and the AI (LLM) panic and general hatred of medical professionals, I think the average progressive/leftist is two steps away from becoming joe rogan but woke
#đ.txt#the amount of leftists who will talk about the importance of vaccination and medical access#and then dismiss doctors as members of the working class bc theyre well paid (not always true) and the field is full of ableism#is genuinely disturbing to me. if you base your labor solidarity solely on the majority of people in that field holding the correct takes#i do not trust you to be actually on the side of labor.#solar has MASSIVE issues. like using cobalt.#unfortunately you cant get around that and youre an idiot if you think we can just stop needing cobalt#but so many leftists do think like this???? that if something is inconvenient they can throw it out#youre all throwing the baby out with the bath water and then claiming its okay because the bath water was that gross#anyways. this is why you all need to take STEM courses.
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@originalleftist left this reply, which I think is worth digging into!
There is some truth to this, particularly that many pirates were seeking both an escape from and revenge for the harsh conditions of lawful maritime employment at the time (though I'm not sure if the Roberts quote is genuine). But I'm pretty sure a lot of this is incorrect, especially the claim that Golden Age pirates as a group were seeking to abolish nations, which is probably pure wishful thinking from modern anarchists. To the extent that they involved themselves in national politics, a bigger concern was whether the House of Stuart sat on the English throne (the name of Blackbeard's flagship, the Queen Anne's Revenge, is thought to be an allusion to this). I will also note that, ahistorical or not, dismissing the freedom to love as a diluted concept of freedom is simply contemptuous of the queer community, treating their rights as an afterthought, and is a great example of how a certain brand of Left wing politics makes the reductive mistake of treating economic class conflict as the sole issue, to the exclusion of all other concerns.
okay, fair enough on the quotation: nothing in the General History should exactly be taken at face value! XD but it still shows what was understood to be part of Roberts' - and by extension his contemporaries' - motives in turning pirate, so it's still useful
but the rest of your reply is mostly a misunderstanding of my point! so, terribly sorry, but this is about to get long...
firstly, I didn't mean to say that golden age pirates explicitly aimed to abolish nations. you're right, that's a very modern anarchist value. but multiple historians (Rediker in particular, but he's not the only one; I wish I'd digitised my notes already to give proper sources!) identify their uniquely anti-national - or perhaps non-national - energy. previous generations of C17th buccaneers and pirates often retained their nationalism, seeking letters of marque, or targeting the ships/ports of enemy nations. (Henry Morgan was knighted and made Governor of Jamaica after his buccaneering ended!) they were explicitly or tacitly endorsed by european officials as tools in the struggle for mercantile and naval dominance.
in contrast, the 1710s-20s pirates were much less discerning. the post-War of Spanish Succession period saw a (slave) trade boom in the Caribbean/North America, plus a flood of unemployed navy/privateer sailors, predictably leading to increased piracy. but now, they attacked ships indiscriminately, and denied - in action and sometimes word - national allegiances. and the authorities recognised this! merchants and officials begged for help, and the English cracked down harder than ever, because these pirates were no longer useful to crown interests, but a threat to all trade.
this included pardons in 1717 and 18, but also increased naval presence; active campaigns like Woodes Rogers' in 1713 and 18 against the Madagascar and Bahamas pirates respectively; and expanded anti-piracy laws in 1717 and 1721, reinforcing a 1698 act to set up colonial admiralty courts to try pirates rather than sending them to England, and treating the assistance, protection, or trade with pirates as piracy itself, rewarding/punishing sailors who defeated/surrendered to pirates. it was a violent cycle: by the 1720s, the navy and dwindling pirates were both growing increasingly brutal and indiscriminate.
(for more on pirates and labour, especially practices of asking a boarded crew how their captains treated them, there's a talk by Rediker on youtube. pop it on 1.5x speed, he's a slow talker XD)
as to Jacobitism, I honestly think this is a neglected area of research, and I'm yet to find proper, thorough work on it. (suggestions always welcome!) but of course, this period aligns with the 1715 Jacobite rebellion and its aftermath, following Anne's death and the end of the war. many rebels were jailed and executed, or fled, including to the "new world". the 1717 piracy pardon came two months after a Jacobite one.
however, I don't think we can infer much from pirate ship names like Queen Anne's Revenge and Royal James, or reports of pro-Stuart toasts. for one, Jacobitism seems like an easy way to further slander someone accused of piracy. more importantly though, it's very unclear how earnest these declarations were!
these pirates often exhibited a dark sense of humour. they were committed to (quoth Roberts via Johnson again) "a merry life and a short one", and are consistently reported as feasting, drinking, and carousing. Anstis' crew apparently spent a 1721 holiday running mock piracy trials of each other.
such people toasting the Pretender seems less a political statement than general anti-authoritarianism. they certainly never materially assisted Jacobite causes, nor (AFAIK) targeted Hanoverians. in my opinion, the evidence suggests that these toasts and ship names were generally provocative, an abstract allegiance with treason/disruption rather than a sincere political endorsement.
all this to say: I didn't mean that golden age pirates were political anarchists trying to abolish nationhood. but their practices - allying with their own, democratic communities rather than any state - contains anti-national energies that I wish were more often expressed by modern pirate media. again, if we're going to valourise these pirates, we might as well extrapolate the highest of their actual ideals, and wouldn't that non-national, radical-democracy energy be a great place to start?
as to "dismissing the freedom to love as a diluted concept of freedom [compared to class conflict]"... I mean - come on. that's obviously not what I meant. my frustration isn't with the freedom to love as an abstract political concept, and TBH, as a righteous queer, I don't appreciate being accused of 'treating queer rights as an afterthought'.
my frustration is with how modern popular media utilises a shallow and unchallenging idea of 'freedom to love' to epitomise rebellion, while also erasing the actual rebellions. queer rights aren't advanced by endless anodyne, straight romances in pirate movies with a veneer of defiance because they're a noblewoman and a pirate (sometimes also a nobleman in disguise).
like, we could talk about how class/racial marriage equality paved the way for same-sex marriage; how cross-class relationships were and are oppressed; Anne Bonny/Mary Read's freedom in pirate relationships compared to on land; homosocial male communities and potential freedom from anti-sodomy laws; etc etc etc. all of which would be fascinating, exciting lenses through which to examine piracy historically and in modern media!
but golden age pirates themselves didn't mention that. to repeat the original post, what these pirates expressed - and what's left out of mainstream pirate media - was a specific response to specific social and economic oppressions. the erasure of this isn't frustrating to me because I'm a leftist focused on class struggle above all, but because it ignores and defangs actual political history.
maybe it's just the Radical Rediker talking, but there's something pointed in the way that, say, popular pirate media like Pirates of the Caribbean dilutes the pirate's freedom to "bring me that horizon" as opposed to, say, "plenty and satiety, pleasure and ease, liberty and power" (Bartholomew Roberts).
broadly speaking, most pirates chose the life in order to escape and revenge the hard labour, corporal punishment, overworking, and unequal pay of merchant/navy/privateer ships; or the privations of their sudden unemployment once a war was over, ignored as soon as their ability to die for the state was unneeded. yes, many were thugs, but, consciously political or not, they were responding to a particular, material reality.
the pirate's desired freedom was from the effects of exploitative modes of statehood and capital production. but popular media usually shifts this into a general desire for freedom: freedom to roam, freedom to love (usually merely a cross-class white, heterosexual union), or freedom from the personal pressures of social norms. it's a vague, ahistorical, post-Enlightenment, libertarian ideal rather than a response to a real social and economic situation.
to be clear, this only really applies to specifically the late golden age of piracy, in the first quarter of the 18th century. earlier generations of pirates/buccaneers often displayed nationalist/religious motives, and were lauded, tolerated, or even encouraged by the French and English states for aiding their fights against the Spanish and Portuguese. only the last gasp of age of sail pirates had a truly anti-national energy, and both figured themselves, and were figured by the imperial powers, as the enemies of all nations.
but if we are to valourise the late golden age pirate, at his best, his ideals were for true democracy, and the abolition of nation, hierarchy, and labour exploitation; not "the horizon". he was striking out in response to specific political, social, and economic oppressions, rather than a general individual restlessness, and that reality - and its similarities to our own - are important.
I dunno, I just... have a lot of thoughts about the defanging of piracy in modern media. obviously there were a lot of things bad about them, too, and the level of egalitarianism varied between individual people and ships. but again, if we're going to be valourising them anyway... there were idealists. and they weren't subtle about they wanted.
"I shan't own myself guilty of any murder", said William Fly in 1726. "Our captain and his mate used us barbarously. We poor men can't have justice done us. There is nothing said to our commanders, let them never so much abuse us, and use us like dogs. But the poor sailors --"
#Togas does meta#woe - essay be upon ye#tl;dr: I was making a specific point about actual historical pirates' stated motives vs their watering down in modern media#not about like... politics in general#because yeah in this case they WERE motivated by issues of class and labour. they were pretty clear about it tbh!#and it's very obvious why mainstream capitalist media landscapes have downplayed that over the last 300 years#i was dismissing movies' toothless depictions of 'the freedom to love' not the ABSTRACT POLITICAL CONCEPT sdkjfhdgsh#also. don't tell me QAR was a reference to the stuarts... trust me. i know.#I've got an abandoned OFMD WIP fic about stupid post-breakup political one-upmanship about it and everything XDD#okay now it's 2am and i REALLY need to sleep sdkghadflkgjabdflkgjadfh
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this week (this is my attempt at journali-fying my blog)
- ive been complimented the most since this new school started
- met an old close friend i donât talk to anymore because he transferred to a boys school notorious for raising rich and arrogant assholes when we were 14 and changed drastically after that (i u-turned instantly when i saw him but pretended not to recognise him even when made eye contact like ten times but he still waved at me at the end so itâs okay)
- got a dm from my old classmate to catch up (actually ive spoken to so many old friends recently my heart is so warm and full â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
- but have also realised this clique leader doesnât like me and sheâs influenced one of her members to be afraid of speaking to me too even though we we chatted in a shared class the week before
- realised that im not the only one who noticed the clique leader being hostile ish towards me đđ (anyway my friends and i all agree that it is much better to be the bullied than the bully so i donât care and iâm grateful she doesnât like me because i donât want to interact with her anyway)
- omg but also the girl that was scared to talk to me in front of the clique leader was so nice to me in our shared class like⌠the first time i tried speaking to her when the leader was there she was so dismissive and kept backing up when i was trying to help her with her project but the next day we clicked so well again and she kinda waited for me after class but idk i told her i needed to stay and ask the teacher if my submission went through and then we accidentally met each other in the lift again and she complimented my hair colour but we just awkwardly stood away from each other after that because we were texting our own friends ro meet for lunch
- actually half of them are nice and i can talk to i just think Thing One is the common⌠idk fear (??) here because lots of people even those from other classes have pointed this out
- oh and i managed to compliment this girl whoâs style ive wanted to compliment for WEEKS because i love casually dropping compliments but she was so pretty and intimidating with good style so it took me time but i did it
#i was so mad on the way to school on thursday#was actually about to skip class too#because i was exhausted and mad from how the clique girl dismissed me the day before#and i was reminding myself of all the negative things that has happened since school started#and i was like wtf if she doesnât want to speak to me in public because sheâs ashamed or whatever then i donât want to speak to her AT ALL#but it turned out okay#but idk left a bad taste in my mouth when i realised Thing One was the common denominator#but tbh idrc because i just want to get through school#but omg i got my overdue period the next day and had the worst cramps ever#suffered through our coldest (24 degrees celsius) class#with CRAMPS#horrible horrible cramps#wait but let me promote menstruheat rq theyre like 24h heat packs you can stick to the inside of your pants#and they work so well i promise#and then i had an econs project after where one of my friends pointed out an incident where Thing One was hostile towards me#and i was like omg i didnât wanna talk shit about her but you noticed too??#because i was actually really humiliated by that incident tbh#also this is so petty but Thing One took a pic with a plaque or whatever that had my countryâs name on it (iâm a minority ethnicity here)#and i got so mad#or like disgusted idk#thatâs MY country step away from it rn#anyway its past midnight rn and im like doing my econs work đđ#and studying the different types of theatre stages or whatever so#life is silly#personal
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it was always you.
for as long as you remember, youâve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because thatâs what happens when life naturally takes it courseâyou grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.
so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason heâs asking you isnât due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks heâs doing you a big favor.
or at least, thatâs what you think.
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 13.2k
rating: 18+
content: fluff, semi-angst, childhood friends to lovers au, pining au | ft. naval aviator!jungkook + brotherâs best friend!jungkook; professor!reader + editor!reader | inspired by purple hearts
warning/s: swearing, potentially wrong medical & military information (iâm sorry but i tried to do as much research i can đ), mentions of having type 1 diabetes, making out, heavy petting, implied sexual content: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is only fiction!)
MINI PLAYLIST: ⍠die with a smile â lady gaga, bruno mars ⍠juno â sabrina carpenter ⍠selfish â *nsync ⍠nandito na ako â benj pangilinan, angela ken
opening note. omg this is my first full length fic in two damn years i think??? certainly took a long time before i had the motivation to write again but i hope y'all like this! to my og readers who still keep up with my shenanigans, this one's for you đĽšđ
âAny questions?â
A boy wearing half-rimmed glasses raises his hand and you gesture for him to speak. âCan we get an extension on the Save the Cat project due tomorrow?â
You sigh, just as several of your students begin agreeing with him and muttering reasons of their own why the extension should be approved. Itâs the week before finals, and youâre aware that the class must be packed with assignments and projects for several of their classes because of it, hence the rather last minute request. They look tired and pleading, a complete reflection of how you were when you were the one in their position nearly a decade ago, begging for an extension from a professor who you thought was kind enough to be swayed with the proposition.
You scan the crowd. âHow many of you are at least 70% with it, hm?â
More than half of the class raises their hands.
âOkay, thatâs honestly unexpected,â you say, pleased to know that they arenât slacking on your subject. âDoes Monday sound good? Thatâs three more days, to be fair. I donât want to extend it further because I have to read everyoneâs work and you guys know I donât like rushing it before turning in your final grade.â
A chorus of relief and thanks echoed in the room, all of your students either dramatically sinking in their chair or erupting in an animated conversation with their seatmate or making crying faces to portray how grateful they are.
âThank you so much, Ms. ____!â
âI love you, Ms. ____!â
âMs. ____, I will offer my first child to you,â one theatrically adds and you smile a bit, rolling your eyes at students like this one who is now opting to flatter you way too much for your act of kindness.
âAlright, alright. Just get it done and Iâm expecting quality work, okay? Class dismissed.â
The whole class begins to gather their things at the cue and you donât stay there a minute longer after your announcement, exiting the lecture hall to head to the faculty room where youâre certain half of the teaching staff have gone home already. Itâs already 8:47 p.m., and all you want to do is head home to get the rest you deserve after an eventful day.
There was a time that having a schedule from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. wasnât the norm for you. You used to value work life balance so muchâit was even a nonnegotiable you used to say in interviews, saying that if you didnât get enough rest within the week, then the job most likely wasnât for you. But things have been very different for the past months; you have definitely grown out of that mindset due to the fact that youâre simply in need of another source of income to pay for your monthly rent, utility bills, and now your medication. Youâre in a stage of your life wherein you consider working part time as a professor was a blessing rather than a big nuisance.
Making a right turn to where the hallway to the faculty room is, youâre too busy rearranging the papers inside the folder youâre holding to notice a man sitting on the bench placed just beside the entrance. He notices you the second you appear in his line of vision though; he straightens his posture and proceeds on standing up immediately upon seeing you closer, calling your name softly when you failed to look at his direction, too preoccupied with the thought of finally coming home that youâre oblivious that the man trying to catch your attention is Jeon Jungkook.
â____,â he calls again and this time you notice him, your eyes widening instantly.
âHoly shiââ You stop yourself from finishing that sentence. âJungkook?â
He grins. âHey, lamb chop.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âIs that how you greet an old friend?â
âOh, fuck off.â
He laughs, following suit to you whoâs already giggling just by his presence alone, outstretching his arms then. âYou gonna hug me or what?â
You beam and step forward to embrace him. He returns it without hesitation, muscular arms circling around you and squeezing tightly that it lifts you up from the ground for a quick second. The faint smell of fabric conditioner on his clothes enters your nostrils and you feel like a teenager again, warmth rushing to your face while your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Regardless of how old the both of you are, you think your hopeless crush on the guy will forever live on and constantly transform you into a middle school girl whenever opportunities like these to have him near arise. Youâre just happy youâve trained yourself to be better at hiding it now compared to when you were younger.
âArenât you supposed to be in base or wherever it is that youâre designated?â you ask, the first to let go from the hug.
âActually, I returned from deployment three days ago. Iâm on leave for two weeks.â
âWow. Two weeks, huh?â
âYep. Itâs the longest break Iâve gotten in a while.â
âThatâs good. Everybody needs a break from time to time.â
âSays the girl has a day job and a night job.â He points out with a smirk; your heart does a little leap at how handsome he looks doing that. âWhen the hell did you get into teaching, by the way? I never pegged you to be the kind who can tolerate it. You hate kids.â
âYouâll find yourself tolerating lots of things in this economy.â You snort. âAnd my students arenât kids. Theyâre in college.â
âYeah, which you graduated from six years ago. Still technically kids.â
âAre you seriously jabbing at my age when youâre two years older than I am?â
He rolls his eyes at that one, an indication that you won the argument. âAnyway,â he starts again and you grin, âI didnât come here to compare how old we areââ
âYou didnât?â
He sends you a look. Your grin gets even wider.
âIâm here because I was hoping to treat you to dinner.â
âDinner?â you repeat, not masking the surprise from your voice.
Letâs get the facts straight before we proceed to this conversation.
It isnât a lie when you say that you and Jungkook are great friends. You have been since you were 7 and your family just moved into the house next to theirs. He was a natural playmate, a companion when you couldnât tolerate the antics of your older brother, the boy who looked out for you aside from said older brother, and the person youâve shared significant history with throughout your youth that you can never seem to forget nor disregard.
Itâs just that you never deemed that you were great enough friends for him to go out of his way and visit you at your workplace, offering to treat you for dinner. Gestures like that were reserved for your older brother, Seowon, whoâs the same age as he is and who youâre sure is considered as his best friend. Compared to them, yours and Jungkookâs dynamic shifted slightly after graduating from college. What once was a really close friendship turned into a casual one, with mostly just teasing, light talks, and the occasional welfare checks at times you hear certain news from the other thatâs worth speaking directly about.
At the mention of that, realization dawns on you on why he must be here.
âJungkookâŚâ Youâre trying not to sound mad but you canât hide the exasperation from your voice. âThatâs not the real reason youâre here.â
âOf course, it is. Why else would I be here?â
âHe told you, didnât he?â you ask, not willing to drag this out. âYouâre just going to give me another lecture that I definitely donât need.â
Jungkook frowns, like heâs dismayed that you caught on pretty swiftly.
âIâm right, arenât I?â You pressed.
âHe meant well, ____.â
You scowl. To remark that Seowon is unnecessarily nosy and coddling would be an understatement. That man hasnât left you alone the second he was aware of your condition. Usually, whenever he gets into his âbig brother tendenciesâ, his girlfriend Winnie steps in and helps you lay him off your back. However, itâs different this time; no matter how much you reinstill your independence and insist that youâre fine, itâs like youâre talking to a wall.
âWhat exactly did you hear from him?â you query.
He seems hesitant in answering that. âThat you got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.â
You wince.
âLook,â he steps forward towards you, âI wasnât going to bring it up unless you did, okay? Iâm just here because Iâm genuinely worried about you and I want to know how youâre doing.â
âIâm fine.â You murmur. âYou donât need to worry.â
âWorry doesnât vanish magically just because someone says so.â
âWell, it shouldâbecause Iâm fine.â
âYou sure? I heard that youâre struggling to buy insulin among other things youâre having a hard time paying.â
âFuck. Seowon told you that too? Thatâs private.â
âMy parents know. He just filled me in because he wants you to have as much support as you can get.â
âI donât need that. Iâm an adult. Iâve lived by myself for years. I can fend for myself just fine.â
âIt doesnât look like it from what Iâve been hearing.â
âAll youâre hearing is a warped and exaggerated version of the story told by Seowon who wonât listen to a word I say.â You huff. âIâm fine and Iâve been doing everything I can, alright? Iâm taking care of myself. Iâm going to the doctor whenever I need to. Iâm making ends meet, buying treatment for this goddamn disease and regulating my sugar levels all the fucking time. Why do you think Iâve been working two jobs for the past year? Itâs because Iâm doing everything I can to stay alive.â
Jungkook doesnât reply, he only remains gazing at you.
âIf youâre here to offer me money or whatever because of what he said,â you add, already embarrassed that you canât even look at him anymore, âthen I donât want it.â
âThatâs not what Iâm here for,â he says.
âThen are you really just here to treat me to dinner?â you question sarcastically.
He laughs and you dare return your eyes at him, catching him peering at you with a fond expression. âYes. Itâs my way of doing a welfare check.â
âWelfare check.â You echo with squinted eyes. âWell, in that case, here I amâalive and healthy.â
âI can see that, and Iâm glad.â He smiles. âBut I need more than just seeing you. I need a conversation and an apology.â
âAn apology?â
âFor being the last person to know about your condition.â
âAnd weâre still talking about that apparently.â You mutter under your breath. âSorry. I didnât think that you wanted to know.â
âOf course, I would have wanted to know. Itâs you weâre talking about here.â
Something about how he said you causes your lips to twitch as you fight off a smile. This isnât a good time to dive into your romantic feelings for your childhood crush, but when heâs letting go of lines like that which are sure to have your heart soaring out of your chest, itâs hard to keep on a cool and unfazed facade. You just convince yourself that he sees you as a little sister and thatâs why heâs so worried; you should already be past your âdeluluâ phase at this age to be affected by such statements.
âI didnât want to add to your worries,â you reason. âYou already have your life to think about. Add to the fact that youâre a naval aviatorâso you literally have your own life first to think about.â
âI can make space for you.â
Is he flirting? Is this a normal thing to say between friends?
You blink. âOkay, uh, thatâs⌠thatâs completely up to you, I guess.â
âI just like knowing those things first hand. It makes me worry less.â
âGot it. Next time I learn Iâm dying, Iâll tell you.â
â____,â he says your name in warning, and you know heâs serious.
âSorry.â You heat up. âI couldnât resist.â
âDonât be a pain in the ass.â
âI promise thatâll be the last time I make a dark joke, Lieutenant.â
Jungkookâs nostrils flare. You prevent yourself from grinning like a fool again in success of getting on his nerves.
âAre you done here? Because Iâm hungry and would really like to get going now.â He changes the subject and gestures to the faculty.
âYeah. Iâll just get my things and then I can get out of here.â
âGreat. Youâre letting me take you to dinner, right?âÂ
âDo I have a choice?â
âNo.â
âFine.â You deadpan.
This time, heâs the one whoâs beaming at you. âIâll wait for you here and we can go.â
âOkay.â
****
When Jungkook discovered that you had type 1 diabetes through a phone call with Seowon, he spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, ignoring the snores of his squadmates and overthinking whatâs supposed to happen to you now that you had an autoimmune disease which he was told didnât have a cure. He was assured that you were okay despite it, that there was medication to treat it, and that you had access to them and have been very careful with your lifestyle due to the diagnosis ever since.
He still couldnât be put to ease though. As ridiculous as it may sound, he had this overwhelming realization that life truly was short, that you had to make certain decisions all the time because you need to adjust to what the universe is only willing to give you. It was funny coming from a person who risked his life for a living. He thinks that perhaps he never understood the philosophy of the quote âtime is goldâ until he had a loved one on the same trajectory, always one step closer to possible death.
And so that same night, he decided to file a leave for two weeks, effective immediately after his deployment.Â
He wasnât sure what his game plan was exactly in filing that two-week leave. Was he supposed to barge in your life and force you to let him take care of you? Was he supposed to demand why you ended up having diabetes? Was he supposed to act as a big brother like your actual big brother because he was that worried about you? But if Jungkook was going to be truthful, he already had an idea on what he wanted to do in the back of his headâhe just didnât want to execute it because it was absolutely insane.
Until he heard Seowon suggest it himself when they met up at a bar to share a drink together.
âShe would never say yes,â Jungkook said, beyond doubt that you wonât be persuaded that easily with a plan like that.
Seowon made a face. âI know. That girl is so hyper independentâsheâd rather die than accept help.â He scoffed. âShe needs it though. Itâll help with her medication and she wonât have to pay rent for that shit apartment sheâs living in. Plus, she'll actually get the chance to take care of her body if sheâs not juggling two jobs to have sufficient income.â
âYouâre right.â Jungkook shrugged.
âYouâll do it then?â
He took a sip of his beer. âYeah. Iâd do anything for ____, you know that.â
âEven as crazy as marrying her?â
âSure.â
Seowon stared at him, narrowing his eyes and morphing his expression into a teasing one. âAre you sure youâre not just considering this because itâs a perfect excuse to marry my sister? I know you like her.â
âI donât like her.âÂ
âYouâre in love with her.â
âI donâtââ Jungkook began to deny but Seowon was staring him down. âFuck you, man. Donât make me some kind of pervert whoâs trying to lock her into marriage because he likes her. Youâre the one who brought the idea up.â
Seowon laughed out loud. âI know, I just canât believe youâd agree. Itâll benefit ____, thatâs for sureâyou, on the other hand? Itâs career suicide.â
He shrugged. âIâm okay with the thought that sheâll be okay.â
âBecause you love her, man.â Seowon pushed. âWhy on earth would you consider this if you werenât? Itâs a fraudulent marriage. Youâll be thrown in the brig and be dishonorably discharged if you get caught.â
âWe donât even know if sheâll agree to this whole thing. You said it yourself, she would never say yes.â
âYeah, unless maybe youâre the one who tries to persuade her.â
âMe?â
âYes.â
âDo you want me to buy her a ring and kneel down before her or something?â
âThat can work.â
âWhat?â Jungkook laughed.
Seowon raised an eyebrow. âDonât tell me you donât know how sheâs been crushing on you since we were kids.â
He barked out a laugh again. That he knew; it was impossible not to when a lot of friends and cousins kept on teasing you before, especially at instances Jungkook was in the very same vicinity. âWeâre not kids anymore and I barely see her though.â
âStill, it ought to count to something. It raises the chances of her agreeing.â
âYouâre really cool with me marrying your sister, Won?â Jungkook asked.
Seowon placed down the beer bottle heâs consuming on the counter. âYeah. Youâre a good guy. Youâre not perfect, but I know you enough to know that you wonât do anything that will purposely hurt her. Besides, if this sham marriage ends up to be a real relationship and then for some reason, you fuck up and decide to break her heartâIâll easily know what to do, where to find you, and then Iâll do everything I can to fuck you up.â
Jungkook pressed his lips together to stifle a chuckle.
âNoted.â
****
Itâs always been a big wonder to you how no matter how long itâs been since you saw each other, it still feels like no time has passed between you and Jungkook. You think thatâs why you can never get over him; he always had this comforting and familiar aura that you appreciateâsomething that you sought for in every other person that you liked. Maybe it was impractical, maybe it was the reason you can never hold a relationship for more than two years, but unless you gain the courage to confront your feelings and tell Jungkook about it, then you constantly dispel any doubts you might have whether this was good for you or not.
You donât want to lose him. Admitting that you harbored romantic feelings for him would just make it awkward for everyone: your brother, your family, and then his family. You donât think you can ever trade his smile, the sound of his laughter, and all the good things about him for anything in the world.Â
âAre you dating anyone?â he asks.
You choke on your drink, having just poured yourself and Jungkook a glass of water after the server arrived with the pitcher. Youâre in a Japanese restaurant near the university, aware that the cuisine was a favorite for the both of you hence why itâs what you recommended when he asked where you wanted to dine. The place is packed with people from the workforce and students; youâre thankful that you donât see any of your students within the mix.
âWeâre getting straight to it, huh?â you say.
Jungkook smirks. âIâm just making sure Iâm not upsetting a boyfriend by meeting you tonight.â
âDonât worry, youâre not upsetting anyone.â
He nods in understanding. You donât want to add more meaning to his actions for the evening but he seems glad about the information.
âHow about you?â you ask back. âAre you dating anyone?â
The ends of his mouth lift a bit upwards. âNope.â
âWhy? You donât have the time for it?â
âPrecisely.â
âIt must be really hard dating when youâre in the Navy then.â
âKinda. Weâre away a lot and stationed in different places most of the time. It can get really dangerous for us too and people donât like the stress that comes with that.â
 You bob. âDoes it get lonely?â
âSometimes, but when youâre on duty, you donât get to think about those things.â He chuckles. âBesides, I donât know if this sounds fucked up or notâbut it can get exciting. Flying a plane can be fun, you know. Not to mention that it helps when youâre surrounded by good men in your squadron.â
âYouâve always been an adrenaline junkie.â
âAnd youâve always been a scaredy-cat.â
You scoff at the declaration. âNo, Iâm not.â
âRemember when Seowon and I forced you to ride that ship in the amusement park that sways left to right and as it goes on it falls from a higher standpoint?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
But you do, and Jungkook knows you do, itâs evident by how your expression is trying to feign innocence. That memory is your villain origin story; the whole pretext of why you refuse to ever visit the amusement park or ride an exhilarating ride again. Yet you canât help but recall that itâs one of the rare instances wherein you got to hold Jungkookâs hand when you two were younger, as his hand was the one you were clinging for dear life when it happened while the other was too busy slapping Seowon in irritation.
He snickers, appearing like heâs replaying the scene in his head. âWe should do that again with Seowon during my break.â
âHell no.â
âI thought you werenât a scaredy-cat?â He challenges.
âIâm not.â You give him a kittenish glare. âBut I am busy. I have to send the final manuscript of this book Iâm editing to the chief editor next week and itâs about to be finals week for my students as well.â
He fakes a shiver. âI donât know how you can do two jobs like that, ____. Truly.â
âYou work as a naval aviator so Iâd say weâre pretty even.â
The waiter arrives with your orders not long after, and you and Jungkook carry on with your conversation, jumping from topic to topic without difficulty. Youâre not certain when was the last time you saw each other like this to have so much to talk aboutâwas it last Christmas? Or was it more recent or longer than that? Nevertheless, it feels good and you find yourself blushing multiple times throughout the night, whether itâs because of how his words can have two meanings or how his eyes are staring at you so intensely whenever youâre the one whoâs talking.
You like the undivided attention, the back and forth thatâs occurring as you discourse, the subtle touches one of you does when something funny arises, how your knees are touching underneath the table. You wonder whatâs so different with this encounter that the energy feels so bizarre in a good way? As far as youâre concerned, youâre positive that youâre acting like you always have in his presenceâlively, smiley, sarcasticâand aside from the little touches of flirting here and there, Jungkookâs acting like he always has too.
When dinner was done, Jungkook offered to drive you home. You obliged, no longer in the mood to annoy him for you were tired to make the effort. Before stepping outside the restaurant however, you excused yourself to the restroom first, checking your blood sugar with the glucose meter you brought along wherever you went. Itâs a hassle but itâs necessary, largely because youâre still in the middle of saving up for the insulin pump that would help you regulate your sugar levels easier.
After administering yourself with the insulin injection you have, you spend a few more seconds inside the enclosed room. You should be past the point of feeling sorry for yourself, but itâs times like this wherein youâre with a loved one that the dejection hits and you wish that youâre in a better predicament than you are right now. Youâre close to being broke, youâre overworked, youâre somehow fatigued all the fucking timeâthose factors arenât soothing your worries at all. Itâs a miracle how you manage to keep an optimistic mind amidst everything.
âReady to go?â Jungkook smiles at you once youâre back at the table and you nod, clutching your bag tighter against your body and following him to his car.
He drives you to your place, turning the radio on, and letting it play while the both of you sit in silence. Youâre both tired and you almost even sleep during the ride. Itâs only when Jungkook gently shakes you awake that you realize that youâve arrived in front of your apartment building.
âIâll walk you up,â he insists as youâre unbuckling the seatbelt.Â
âThatâs no need, Kook.â
âOf course, it is,â he says. âIâll walk you up. Thatâs nonnegotiable.â
So, you allow him.
It takes five minutes tops to reach the door leading to your apartment. As you rummage through your bag to grab your keys, Jungkook patiently stands there, occasionally glancing around the hallway and even smiling when the old lady that resided in the same floor got out of her room to throw out the trash. He receives a smile in return which you notice and grin fondly at.
âWell, this is me.â You turn to him, done unlocking your door. âIâd invite you inside but you should probably get going. Itâs quite a long drive back home.â
âYeah.â He breathes out a chuckle. âHey, tonight was fun. It made me realize how I missed you.â
Your brain temporarily malfunctions; you force yourself to recover quickly. âMe too. I had fun tonight. Maybe we should do this again whenever youâre on a break.â
âAgreed.â
You flash him a smile. âYou can go now. Goodnight.â
Jungkook nods, however doesnât move a muscle. Heâs looking at you, like really looking at you, his eyes moving from one feature to another, as if heâs memorizing your face or having a hard time arranging the words he wants to say. You guess itâs the latter, familiar with a tongue-tied Jungkook that it takes you a few good seconds before youâre demanding why heâs impersonating a mannequin.
âThereâs something I want to say,â thatâs what he utters and you almost snort due to your assumption being right.
âOkayâŚâ The smile is still on your lips. âWhat is it?â
âPromise me you wonât get mad first.â
âWell, if youâre making me promise that then itâs probably worth being mad about.â
âItâs not as bad as you think.â
âThatâs not convincing at all.â
âItâs justâŚâ He begins and trails, biting his lower lip, âitâs⌠itâs why I went here. Why I went here to see and meet you, I mean.â
You unconsciously recoil at the revelation. Itâs certainly a rookie mistake to believe that there was no ulterior motive in Jungkook meeting you today. You just didnât reckon youâd actually be truly disappointed at thatâat the idea that he just didnât randomly decide to visit and be with you earlier until now.
You draw a long breath. âWell, I knew you werenât just feeling generous and wanted to treat me to dinner out of nowhere.â
Thereâs a pause and then he resumes. âJustâbefore I say it, you have to hear me out, okay? You have to let me explain before you berate me.â
âI canât promise that either.â
âYou have to.â
âWhy do I have to?â
âBecause what Iâm about to say is for your own sake. You know I always have your best interest at heart, donât you?â
You wrinkle your forehead in further confusion. âCan you just get on with it? The vagueness is making me more annoyed.â
âI just donât want you to misunderstand.â
âMisunderstand what?â
âWhat Iâand Seowonâgenuinely think is the best option.â
âOh, and Seowon is in on this too?â You bellow. âHave you and Seowon just been conspiring behind my back the whole time?â
âCalm down.â Jungkook puts his hands on your shoulders, a chuckle inevitably escaping him. âIâm sorry for dragging it out. You should know Iâm high key afraid of you, thatâs why.â
âYou should be.â You grumble.
Another chuckle, but heâs back to appearing anxious. You want to shout that this isnât healthy, that youâre close to giving him a real reason to be afraid of youâyet once he blurts the confession out, youâre speechless, gawking at him and staggering backwards in complete shock. Perhaps you would have bolted as far away from him as possible if not for his solid grasp.
âWhat?â You hiss.
He swallows hard.
âI want you to marry me, ____.â
You donât bolt away running. You shake off his hold on you though, and before he gets another word in, youâre hastily rushing inside your apartment and slamming the door to his face.
****
Jungkook was your first kiss.
It happened in a game of truth and dare. You were at a party of a mutual friend and when the bottle miserably pointed in Jungkookâs direction, the person who was tasked to think of his dare when it was his pick said that he dared him to do 7 minutes in heaven with you.Â
He profusely refused at first, especially since Seowon was in the same party, but everybody began booing and next thing you know, Jungkook was agreeing as long as it was fine with you. When you nodded to make your consent apparent, your friends were quick to shove you both in the closet, some of them pulling Seowon back who was complaining how it wasnât right to bully you into doing 7 minutes in heaven with Jungkook. They calmed him down once they bullied him into agreeing too.
âWe donât have to do anything,â Jungkook told you in the darkness, his breath fawning over your face. âYou donât have to feel pressured. Itâs just a stupid game.â
You blushed.
Secretly, you were hoping that heâd kiss you or touch you. Who didnât want to do anything with their crush at the age of 15? A lot can happen in 7 minutes. You were aware that sometimes people made out, went as far as third base, and although you didnât want to go that far with Jungkook, you wanted something to happen while you were stuck in this small closet with him. There werenât a lot of instances that put both of you in this kind of situation; you wished that you were brave enough to ask him to kiss you or do the first move yourself.
5 minutes in, Jungkook turned towards you.
âIs it true that Taehyung kissed you last week?â
You whipped your head so fast that you might have given yourself whiplash. âThatâsâthatâs not true. Where did you hear that?â
âDuring homeroom. Some girls were talking about it.â
Your cheeks burned. âOh.â
âSo, itâs not true?â
âNo.â You shook your head. âI havenât even had my first kiss yet.â You laughed weakly.
It was his turn to seem stunned. âYou havenât had your first kiss yet?â
You shook your head again, then realized he might not see you doing so. âNot yet.â
âWant me to change that?â he asked, grinning.
He said that with a boyish grin and teasing tone, but you sucked at social cues (plus, you really couldnât see shit that much) that you started nodding.
âOkay,â you told him.
âHuh?â
âYou can kiss me.â
âOh, oh, shitâI didnâtââ He was blabbering, about to take back what he offered. âI mean, I was just joking butââ
You widen your eyes. âYou were? Oh my God, Iâm sorry, I thought you wereââ
âNo, it was my fault. That was a little out of line for me. Iâm sorry.â He was laughing and you felt like burying yourself 6 feet under. âIt was a stupid thing to say. But if you want me to kiss you, itâs cool.â
âIt is?â Hope sparked within you.
âYeah. Itâll just be a peck anyway.â You can tell he was smiling through his voice. âJust donât tell Seowon because he might punch me in the face for kissing his sister.â
You cackled. âDeal.â
56 seconds before the 7 minutes were up, Jungkook leaned down to match your level and placed his lips on yours.Â
****
Youâre seething with rage, the embodiment of Godzilla, channeling the God of War, Ares, in your body; you harshly press Seowonâs number on your phone to call him and he answers after three rings.
âWhatâs up?â
âI will fucking murder you,â you snarl.
A beat. You hear shuffling. Then he answers, âyou already talked with Jungkook?â
The nonchalance and calmness in his voice drives you to be more frustrated than you already are. âYes, I have! What is wrong with you? Why would you plant that idea on his head?â You yell, not caring that your walls are thin and that your voice can probably be heard by the couple that lived next door. Youâre feeling a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and every negative emotion that exists at the moment. Youâre comparable to a bull who just saw the color red.
â____, it wonât be a big deal if you donât make it to be.â
âAre you hearing yourself right now?â
âDid you even let Jungkook explain?â
âI donât need him to spell everything out. I know why heâs asking me to marry him.â
âThen you know too that itâd be good for you.â
âMarrying him wonât be good for me.â
âWhy not?â
âIt just wonât!â
âYouâll get health insurance benefits that you donât get with your current jobs. You can pay less rent once you move in at Jungkookâs placeâthereâs a huge chance he wonât even let you pay him while you stay there too. Heâs away most of the time anyway, so staying there wouldnât be a problem. Plus, you can start studying for a masters degree like youâve always wanted.â
You groan. âNot like this. This is crazy.â
âThe both of you can divorce once youâve saved up a little. It really isnât that complicated.â
âItâs a sham marriage!â
âItâs a sham marriage with Jungkook.â
âThat doesnât make it better.â
âAre you sure? Your grade school diary might disagree.â
âOh my God, thatâs fucking low of you to bring that up. You just gave me another reason to hate you.â You stomp around the living room, acting like a teenager because of your brotherâs behavior. This isnât the first time he revealed that heâs read your diary before; that doesnât mean itâs less infuriating to be reminded that he has. âI swear, you better fucking sleeping with one eye open tonight. Iâm choking you to death.â
Seowon laughs out loud. âJust marry him. Heâs surprisingly amicable with the idea.â
âThatâs because youâre pressuring him! I bet you and Mom devised this entire thing together.â
âMom doesnât know. To be fair, sheâd probably have the same reaction as you. Itâs all me and Jungkook.â
âWow. You have two brains and yet none of you thought this was goddamn stupid?â
âItâs not stupid. Itâs genius if you come to think of it,â he says. âJungkook just wants to help you, dude. He wants to make sure youâll be okay and all that shit. Youâre the reason he filed for a two-week leave, did he tell you?â
Your heart does that jumping thing again. âNo.â
âWell, he did. Heâs on a break for two weeks because he wants to convince you to marry him and actually marry you within that time frame.â
âThis is nuts.â You sigh, finally flopping down the sofa and rubbing your face with your free hand. âThe both of you are nuts. How are you okay with this?â
âItâs Jungkook. I trust him. Donât you?â
âOf course, I do, I justââ you cut yourself off and frown, âI just feel like itâs unfair for him. Iâm marrying him because of military spouse benefits and what does he get?â
Thereâs a long pause, and you almost check your phone to see whether Seowon has already hung up on you or not.
âItâs better that Jungkook answers that question,â he tells you finally.
âWhy? You canât answer it on behalf of him?â
âSomething like that.â You can imagine him shrugging. âAll I know is that heâs genuinely concerned about your health and your financial status right now. So, just think about it, okay?â
âGod, fuck it, fine. Iâll think about it.â You grimace.
You hang up and glance at the door.
You donât think the conversation you just had with Seowon took that much time. The initial rush you had upon having your longtime crush propose to you is wearing off and youâre realizing that it was a dick move to literally slam the door right in Jungkookâs face earlier, leading you to stand up from your seat and look through the peephole to check if heâs still there.
He isnât, which you sigh in relief at.
As you lean against the door and regulate your breathing, you think how funny it is that Seowon is right about one thingâand that was grade school you would have been delighted at the thought of getting married to Jungkook. Heâs your dream guy; your parents loved him, his parents loved you, the both of you got along very well, and his personality and looks are everything that youâre looking for in a partner. It sucks that you live in a world where the only reason he wants to marry you is because heâs afraid youâll die because of self-neglect.Â
Your phone pings and you unlock the screen to look at the message that flashes on it.
Jungkook: hey, seowon just messaged me to say that you two already talked Jungkook: iâm sorry for jumping on you with a topic like that⌠Jungkook: iâm shit at confrontation lol Jungkook: also itâs the first time iâm proposing so give me some slack
You scoff at his audacity to joke about it this soon.
You: itâs okay You: iâm sorry too for what i did You: the answer is no btw
Jungkook: already??? Jungkook: letâs talk about it first
You: no need You: i donât want to marry you
Jungkook: oof thatâs harsh
You: sorry not sorry?
He doesnât respond and you think youâre safe. Maybe Jungkook does take no for an answer and youâre confused because youâre a little disappointed that heâs not falling on his knees, begging you to marry him like what your imagination is supplying you.
However, after you took a shower and went to check your phone again, you see that Jungkook messaged you a few minutes ago in response to your last message.
Jungkook: give me 10 days and iâll change your mind
You have the urge to go take a shower again because of how hot your body is feeling at the statement.
You: hate to break it to you but youâre not matthew mcconaughey
Jungkook: đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
****
Itâs not part of Jungkookâs branding to chase a woman. Typically, women chase him; they chase him in every city and country that he gets stationed in, flirting with him and hoping that theyâll get the chance to take him home for the night for a mindblowing one-night stand. They never succeed though, for despite their pretty faces and sultry gestures, Jungkook only smiles and declines every offer, saying that he had a girl waiting back home that he loved very much.
He used to think that he only used that as an excuse because heâs not the type to hook up with every attractive girl he meets. There are times when he succumbs, when he gives into the temptation of a little fun, especially after a life threatening or highly stressful missionâbut most of the time, he thinks he declines and use that pronouncement of his because his mind reverts him to the idea of you, to what would happen if he just gained the balls to ask you out.
Evidently, although asking you out and asking you to marry him are two completely different things, heâs a bit afraid that your answer will always be a hard no. Itâs what youâve been literally spelling out to him since the day he presented the idea, regardless of how heâs trying his best in swooning you or explaining how this is the perfect plan to help you gain an upper hand with your diagnosis.
âIâll file a restraining order against you, Iâm serious,â you say to him when he appears yet again outside the faculty room, waiting for you to gather your things and head home. Youâre wearing a white button up shirt and pinstripe wide leg trousers, an outfit combination that he ogles at before he goes down to business.
âYou wouldnât.â He glares at you. He gestures for you to let him take your backpack, and despite what you said, you let him. âAlso, what the fuck is in this thing? Youâll break your back if you keep using this.â He swings your backpack on one shoulder.
You laugh. âMy laptop, its charger, a couple of notebooks, books, pens, then the outputs of my students.â
âArenât they supposed to submit virtually? What happened to Google Classroom?â
âI still use it, but sometimes I like to have their work printed out so I can write the comments better. How do you know Google Classroom?â
âI have a squadronmate whose kid uses it for class.â
âAh.â You nod in understanding.
You two continue walking forward.
This has been your program for the past few days. Jungkook goes to the university you work at, heâll wait outside, youâll threaten him with something ridiculous, heâll take your bag, heâll offer to take you to dinner, youâll decline, and then heâll drive you home anyways. Before that routine ends, heâll lean on your door frame and give you his best puppy eyes, asking you to marry him for the sake of your welfare, and youâll scowl at him, insisting that you donât need his help to survive.
âDinner?â he asks, right on schedule.
You glance at him. âNo. I want to go home and sleep for 12 hours.â
âBusy day?â
âYep.â
âYou know, if you marry me, you wonât have to work two jobs and overexert yourself.â
He doesnât need to turn to you to know that youâre giving him a dirty look. âI wonât marry you, Jungkook.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause marriage doesnât work that way.â
âIt does. Billionaires do it all the time. The mafia does it too. Itâs always been some kind of transaction.â
âWell, if I marry you, what do you get?â
âThe assurance youâre taken care of.â
âThatâs cheesy.â
You share a laugh and he grins.
âItâs true,â he says. âIâll be fine as long as you are.â
He waits for you to quip back a reply, flickering his eyes to you when it takes longer than usual. Instead of the sneer heâs expecting, you appear to be flustered, an expression that is very recognizable for him whoâs known you since foreverâan expression that makes it too obvious for Jungkook that the crush you had on him that he thought has been long gone was still there. Heâs been seeing it a lot lately, particularly when heâs uttering lines that sound flirtatious on purpose; heâs positive that youâll threaten to kill him when you discover that he basks on the fact that he can still make you all flustered and cute, which encourages him to do and say anything that would elicit a reaction from you. Was it unethical to seduce you into marrying him? He might have to rethink that part too.
Reaching the parking lot, he unlocks the doors to his vehicle and places your bag inside the backseat. He watches you walk around the car, about to go to the passengerâs side, but then you wobble a bit and his attempt to get inside is instantly forgotten.
âHey,â he strides to where you are, gazing at you as you now hold onto the hood, âyou alright?â
You raise your chin up. âKook, can you get my bag?â
Jungkook doesnât need to be told twice. Heâs swinging the door again and getting your bag from the other end of the backseat while you get on the passengerâs seat, keeping the door wide and placing your legs outside, your feet planted on the concrete.
âWhat do you need?â he asks, crouching in front of you and zipping the bag open.
âGlucometer.â
He halts. âWhat does that look like?â
âItâs in the yellow bag. There.â You point at it right when he rummages through a certain part.
He brings it out and you take it from his grasp. Your movements are sluggish but he can discern that youâre doing your best not to be too slow; heâd present to help but he knows that he might prolong what youâre doing due to his cluelessness, so he just observes, noting how youâre pricking your finger with a device and then pressing it lightly to the glucometer which shows that your blood sugar is low.
âApple juice,â you mutter to him and he finds it faster than the last one.
You grab the juice pouch from his grasp, prying the straw attached on the back, pushing its end for it to pop out of its plastic coverâthen your hand shakes, preventing you from continuing and punching in the straw properly.
âLet me do it,â he says.
You donât fight him, you just slump against the seat as Jungkook picks up from where you left, and the moment he does the job and guides the straw to your awaiting lips, a long exhale through your nose escapes you.
âHow are you feeling?â he whispers. He didnât notice that he was holding his breath the entire duration of the scene.
Another sigh. âBetter.â
âDoes this happen a lot?â
You seem to hesitate. âNot a lot. Just when life gets a bit too hectic.â
â____ââ
âJust take me home.â You donât give him the chance to lecture you. âPlease, Jungkook.â
Defeated, he nods. âAlright.â
âThank you.â
He helps you position yourself properly on the passengerâs seat. âBut weâre talking about this at your place.â
Before you can protest, he closes the door.
****
Lee Hyunwoo was the name of the guy that you brought home for Christmas Eve eight years ago. It was the first time that you did, and Jungkook hated how Hyunwoo was considerably handsome, intelligent, and kindâthe exact kind of person he always imagined you deserved.
In the short time Hyunwoo spent with theirs and your family that night, everybody loved him and was already inviting him to the next gathering, all the while Jungkook avoided him at every cost, puzzled by this strong dislike he was feeling for your guest. He was annoyed at the manner in which Hyunwoo had an arm around your waist the entire evening, how you grinned up to him, eyes sparkling and all that shit. Hell, you used to look at him like that.
âHoney, can you get the mango float we have in our freezer?â Jungkook heard your mother tell you, and without thinking, he stood up from his chair and made a beeline to where you were, telling you heâd accompany you to your house.
âThatâs fine,â you told him. âItâs literally next door.â
âYeah, but it might be heavy.â
âItâs not.â
âBetter safe than sorry.â
You rolled your eyes and agreed then, excusing yourself from Hyunwoo who was in an engaged conversation with Seowon. The pair were geeking out because of their mutual love for the MCU and the next film slated to be released the following year.
Upon arriving at your home, you dashed to the kitchen with Jungkook trudging behind you. He wasnât sure what his next course of action should be now; all he wanted was some alone time with you, away from the presence of that college boyfriend of yours, but now that he had that, he couldnât think of anything that he wanted to say or do. He wasnât even sure why he was feeling a bit jealousâwas it because of that saying? Wherein people are bound to want what they canât have? Or was it that you only appreciate what you had when youâve already lost it?
âHow long have you and Hyunwoo been dating?â he asked, leaning against the counter as you pulled your freezer open.
âFour months, I think.â
âFour months? And you already brought him home?â
You snorted at his tone. âHis family is in another country so I thought itâd be nice to invite him.â
âYou must really like him then.â
âYeah, but Iâm not in love with him or anything.â You placed the mango float on the space beside Jungkook on the counter. âHeâs nice, and he likes me too.â
âDoes he treat you well?â
You flashed your eyes at him, amusement dancing in them. âWhatâs with that question?â
âWhatâs with it?â
âNothing, itâs just thatâŚâ you trailed, a smirk etched on your face. âWait a minute, are you⌠you canât possiblyââ Jungkook was widening his eyes, ready to deny your accusation once you questioned whether he was jealous of Hyunwoo or notâ âare you pulling an overprotective brother skit on me, Kook?â
Fuck, thank God, he thought.
âI prefer âoverprotective friend skitâ,â he said.
âThat doesnât have a nice ring to it.â
âBut Iâm not your brother.â
âYou donât have to be, Iâm just saying that you and Seowon have been acting similar since Hyunwoo and I arrived.â
âNonsense. Seowon likes him.â
âOh, so you donât?â
He pressed his lips into a tight line.
âDid you just admit that you donât like Hyunwoo?â you asked, chuckling. He was grateful that you didnât seem to be offended by it.
âI didnât say I didnât like him.â
âInstead you implied it.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âYou kinda did.â
He heard you laugh and he couldnât help but allow himself to laugh as well.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized. âMaybe Iâm just not used to you dating anyone. You are chronically single.â
âCanât say youâre wrong.â You snorted and picked up from the mango float, marching back to his house and gesturing for him to follow you.
He did, no words spoken between the both of you once more. Though when you were entering their place again, with Jungkook holding the door open for you, he mentioned something he never reckoned heâd have the guts to mention out loud.
âWhen you open my gift,â he began, âdonât do it in front of Hyunwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You werenât paying attention to where you were going, intrigued by his warning.
âHe might not like it. Youâll see.â
That night, at the comfort of your bedroom, Hyunwoo nowhere near but instead sleeping at the coach downstairs in your living room, you opened Jungkookâs gift and saw that it was a necklace with your birth flower as its pendant.
You smiled, rolling your eyes to yourself, and slept with that giddy look never leaving your face.
****
âNot so fast,â Jungkook grunts.
Did he think that you were going to be less difficult since he was helpful earlier? Yeah, he did. He likes to think that if it wasnât for him, you would have taken longer in feeding yourself with apple juice, so he at least wanted a thank you in the form of your willingness to have an adult conversation with him tonight. However, that clearly isnât the case because when he walked you up to your apartment like he always did, youâre attempting to lock him out, shutting the door as fast as you can once youâre inside, thus trying to prevent him from initiating that talk he wanted the two of you to have.
âSeriously?â He successfully pries the door open and you scowl at him.
âJungkookââ
âNo, you donât get to reason your way out of this. Iâm done hearing you out. Itâs your turn to listen to me.â He steps inside your apartment.
You groan, striding to the sofa and throwing your bag there. âYou canât force me to marry you.â
âIs marrying me so fucking bad that you canât get over it for health insurance benefits that can really help you?â He demands, infuriated.Â
âThatâs not the issue.â
âThen what is?â
âYou can get arrested!â you exclaim. âAnd so can I! Does that not freak you out?â
âWeâll only get arrested if we get caught.â
âIâm not willing to take the risk.â
âIâm not willing to see you die.â
You scoff out a laugh. âWho the fuck said anything about dying? Iâm not dying.â
âYou almost passed out on me. You almostââ
âItâs an error on my part, I admit.â You sigh. âWhen I get busy and preoccupied, sometimes I forget to check my sugar levels regularly throughout the day. Iâm sorry.â
âAnd you expect to be convinced that you have everything handled?â
âGod, Iâm not a child. Stop treating me like I canât do shit for myself.â
âPlease, ___,â he approaches you with the most pleading expression he can muster, and he watches as your hard expression crumbles, âjust accept my help. Itâs really not a big dealâyou wonât even see me often, so keeping up with the whole marriage ploy wouldnât be difficult. Weâll divorce in two years, we can pretend we never got married after that.â
âYou just donât get it, donât you?â
âWhat do I not get? If you think I donât understand something, then explain it to meââ
âI canât marry you,â you say. You do so like itâs final, like thereâs no point in arguing with you because he can never change your stand on this. As heâs pleading with his eyes to urge you to agree, youâre communicating with your eyes in a similar way thatâs wishing he would just drop this. âItâs wrong.â
His eyebrows furrow. âThis isnât the time to go on your high horse and decide whatâs wrong and whatâs not. Itâs a fraudulent marriageâof course, itâll be wrong to some degree.â
âNo, I meanâŚâ You turn away from him, rubbing your face in exhaustion. âItâd be wrong of me to marry you. Iâm taking advantage of you if I do, and I donât like that.â
Jungkook shakes his head, frustration worsening at the childlike excuse. Surely, you werenât that naive, were you? âYouâre not. Iâm not doing this against my own will. Besides, we get extra pay just for being married. If it makes you feel better, I wonât split it with you.â
âThat wonât make me feel better.â
âThen what will?â
You flop down on the coach and lean back, closing your eyes. He knows heâs being a pain in the ass but he canât just stand here and do nothing. He thinks heâs already come too far in convincing you, he isnât going to back out now. Every single day spent together, he can feel you warming up to the idea of marrying him for health insurance. Your connection and entirety of your relationship has been off the charts recently that itâll be harder for him not to be assured that before he leaves for his job, youâll be taken care off.
Jungkook goes to the spot beside you, sitting down. Your knees bump together, he keeps on gazing at you, waiting for you to focus on him; a minute passes and his gaze moves to your hand thatâs laying on the small space between you.
Without overthinking, he stretches out and clasps it, allowing his fingers to play with yours that finally captures your attention. The moment he glances up, he sees that youâre staring at him and he doesnât let go, he even smiles, a quiet promise that heâs always willing to listen to whatever you want to tell him.
You hesitantly smile back. âYou know,â your eyes train back to your intertwined fingers, Jungkook reveling in the warmth of your skin, gaining more confidence in acting out his feelings, âthere was a time wherein I would have said yes immediately if you asked me to marry you.â
He smirks, canât deny how hearing that inflates his ego a bit although this route in the conversation isnât where he expected to go. âWhat changed?â
âFor one, I grew up.â
âOuch.â
You laugh. Then you stay quiet for a while before speaking. âCan I confess something?â
That piques his interest. âAnything.â
âBut you have to promise not to make fun of me.â
âThatâs impossible.â He teases. âWhat is it?â
You stall, readjusting your position so that you can directly face him. Jungkook doesnât let go of your hand, he keeps it in his grasp, his thumb rubbing along the expanse of your knuckles.
âI like you, Jungkook. I really really do,â you finally say and he blinks, startled.
It shouldnât surprise him, considering that itâs been long established that he knew of your crush already, though he doesnât seem to have anticipated for you to boldly admit it when all these years, itâs only been some kind of unspoken understanding that neither of you downright acknowledged.
You continue speaking. âIn fact, I like you so much that maybe it developed into love at some pointâIâm not sure. Iâm at this stage of no longer being afraid of what I feel, I think? Most of the time, I just let it occur like itâs something so natural. Like itâs a feeling that I can never get away from? Like whatever I do, thereâs no way to shake you.â You chuckle half-heartedly. âThough never in a million years would I have thought that Iâd confess all of this. What for anyway? I donât want you to be burdened with what my teenage heart couldnât rub out.â
His mind is racing; hundred thoughts, hundred scenarios, hundred experiences heâs spent with you since the day you met. Jungkook never realized how much he needed you to say that you liked himâthat maybe you even loved himâuntil he heard it from your very mouth that you did, causing every inhibition and doubt he had to vanish. Now, he only wants to engulf you in an embrace and shout Yes, I feel the same way! Sorry for being a fucking corward and not doing this first!
He would have done all of that in a flash if it didnât appear that you still had something to say. Based on your rather constipated posture and the hand heâs holding thatâs becoming clammy, he discerns that youâre just in the first part of what you wanted to admit.
âActually, thatâs also why I canât let myself marry you,â you say. âI know it sounds ridiculous, but I donât know⌠it feels really icky somehow. I feel like Iâm holding you hostage, or that Iâm tricking you because of an ulterior motive, or that Iâm defying the laws of the universe by having the chance to marry you. Iâm not sure. I just know that I donât want to marry you if it means Iâll only get to do so because you think youâre doing me a huge favor. I donât want to be your charity case, KookâI deserve to be more than that, you know? Iâm not traditional or whatever but if itâs not for love, Iâm not keen on getting married.â You abruptly pull away from his clutch, embarrassment washing on your features by what you stated. âPlus, two years might not be that long but what happens when you meet someone and you like her? How can you explain that youâre only married to me because I need it for my medication? Itâll just be unnecessarily messy. I donât want to hold you back from those kinds of things. I donât want to be a hindrance.â
Thatâs his cue. Thatâs when he knows heâs supposed to kiss you and take your breath away, to admit that heâs certain that he has loved you since that one time when he was in the Naval Academy and although the training was hard as fuck, the thought of you gave him strength and he didnât want to see anyone as much as he wanted to see you afterâthat when you and Seowon visited him, that familiar urge to have you alone was all he felt the entire time, solidifying the idea that perhaps he didnât just see you as a friend.
âYouâre unbelievably dense, ___,â he murmurs, smirking at the play of events, and you glance at him, expression showing disbelief that heâs somehow treating this matter lightly.
âWhat?â
âDo you honestly think I go around and offer marriage to every woman out there who can benefit from being a military spouse? Do you think Iâm that generous? Iâm not. I wouldnât ask anyone to marry me for the same reason if they werenât important to meâor if I didnât like them. Iâm not that much of a saint,â he adds. âI mean, Iâm taking a two-week break to convince you to marry me. Iâm spending time with you every single day. Iâm driving for almost an hour and a half, enduring the traffic to get from my apartment to the university you work in to do thatâand you think this is because I want to be charitable?â
Silence. Your forehead wrinkles. He thinks youâre still not getting the point.
âIâm in love with you, ____,â Jungkook says.
Your breath hitches in your throat. Youâre opening your mouth, then closing it, then opening it again, then pressing it into a thin line. He thinks you look cute, being taken aback like this, and heâs wishing that heâs done this sooner so that the last five days of him chasing you around like a lost puppy was spent with talking more about whatâs possibly waiting for yours and his relationship next.
âAre you serious?â you ask after what seems like forever. âOr are you just saying that because youâre that desperate to have me on board with the whole fraudulent marriage thing?â
âGodââ Heâs inching closer to you now, laughing, watching your lips twitch at his reactionâ âIâm convinced that you were born into this earth to drive me fucking crazy.â
And just like that, he no longer restrains himself from kissing you.
It takes you a few good seconds before you will yourself to move. You canât seem to process the reality of Jungkook admitting that he was in love with you and then taking the liberty to plant his lips on yours. Youâre not complaining, of course, but you are a bit overwhelmed that it literally makes you freeze, unaware of what youâre supposed to do now that your fantasies are coming into life.
However, once you feel him angle his head to the side, doing so to deepen the kiss, your reflexes kick in and youâre kissing him back, encircling your arms around his neck and leaning towards him, Jungkook sighing in what appears to be relief. He grips your hips to support you as you try to straddle him, but your movements are so clumsy that you end up sprawling against his chest instead, perched on a leg of his that provides pleasure on the spot you need him the most. He chuckles at your lack of gracefulness, gliding his lips to your cheek and down to your jaw, nipping.
âThis okay?â he whispers with a palm drifting to your bottom.
You nod and Jungkookâs mouth is back on yours in an instant. He squeezes your ass, takes his time in fondling with it, cheekily slapping whenever you get brave yourself and push your tongue past his lips, before he skims his hand lower to your thigh and signals for you to mount him. Upon being properly sat on his lap, you get an immediate feel of his hard length through his jeans, prompting your imagination to run wild and induce the filthiest things he can do to you if neither of you stops.
âHoly shit,â he curses, your kisses roaming to the base of his throat where you lap and suck.
It becomes a dirty pattern for a while. The both of you will take a brief pause from making out to remove a piece of clothing or kiss every other exposed skin there is: the cheek, the jaw, the neck, the collarbones, the shoulders. Then one of you hauls the other back for another passionate kiss, hands skating everywhere on your bodies, sounds of arousal echoing inside the room; youâre starting to get lightheaded but youâre positive itâs not because of your sugar levels running low.
âI hate that it took us so long to get to this point,â he mutters.
You grin. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize. Iâm the manâI should have confessed long ago.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âI donât know. âWas afraid to lose you, I guess.â He draws his head back and admires your blissed out expression. âBut then when Seowon told me you had diabetes, I panicked and thought that I might lose you either way.â
You go back to making out, Jungkook guiding your hips in grinding on his clothed length. Itâs addictiveâthe intimate feel of him, how heâs not shy in making sure you know how much heâs craving to be as close to you as you are to him. You think you can spend the whole night just doing this and be okay with it.
âFuck, Kook,â you groan against his mouth, a hand descending to his stomach and to his manhood, âyouâre so⌠so fuckinâ hard.â
Youâre palming him now, tracing the erection evident under his boxers.
He lets out a grunt. âYeah, baby, I know.â
âDo you⌠do you want meââ Youâre breathless, not able to continue whatever it is that you want to say.
He understands you just fine though. âNo.â He shakes his head. âDonât do anything.â
Youâre not sure what Jungkook means by that. How are you supposed to do nothing when you want to do everything to him? You soon comprehend what he means when he guides you to lay down on the sofa, when his lips skim lower and lower, passing your breasts, giving them the attention they deserve, until he goes lower than that and discards your underwear, kissing you in between your legs.
Itâs like heâs releasing all the pent up emotions heâs been keeping all these years. His tongue and fingers are relentless, his voice is telling you that heâs eager to coax an orgasm out of you, and as he lifts himself up to return to his previous position, face hovering yours, youâre positive that heâll get everything he wants because without a doubt youâll give him everything he wants from you too. Hell, if he uses this opportunity to ask you to marry him again, you might answer yes straight away, no longer bearing in mind the worries you expressed to him earlier.
Although did that even matter anymore? Jungkook said he loved you. He said you drove him crazy. You never thought youâd come to see the day heâd utter those words but here you are. The man of your dreams is kissing you, pleasing you, and looking damn enthusiastic as he does all of that.
âLast chance to stop me,â Jungkook teases. His eyes are glassy and you can feel his cock nudging on your thigh.
You giggle, bringing his head closer to press another long kiss on those pink and plump lips of his. âPlease never stop.â
âNever?â
âNever.â
âIâm going to take you up on that.â
âPlease do.â
After this night, youâre certain that youâll never allow yourself to be with another man aside from Jungkook. At the back of your head, you always thought that you were his, regardless if that wasnât true or that there was no real relationship to prove thatâhowever, at this moment, as he thrusts in and out languidly, you unquestionably know that you are. You belong to him now and he belongs to you; he lets you know through his love-filled gaze, his passionate kisses, and the manner wherein he moans your name.
âI love you,â he says, like heâs still in deep longing for your touch and affection.
You hum, tangling your fingers through the strands of his hair. âI love you, Kook.â You stare at his eyes. âI canât remember a time I didnât.â
A boyish grin erupts on his features.
Time passes by quickly. In a few more of his kisses, of the intoxicating slam of his hips, of his seductive whimpers, youâre coming beneath him, Jungkook pulling out and jerking his length until he too comes, his seed landing on the base of your tummy. You have the nerve to giggle at that, grinning at him with low-lidded eyes, and Jungkook hastily wipes his cum off your skin, attacking you with another passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.
âThereâs no way youâre not marrying me after this,â he murmurs.
You teasingly graze your teeth on his bottom lip. âIâll think about it.â
He groans. âDonât think about it. Just say yes.â
âAt least let me sleep on it, Kook.â
âFuckâfine.â He grabs your sides and pulls you flush against his body. âGuess Iâll have to keep on convincing you until you agree.â
****
âGod, why is this so difficult?â Jungkook whines, keeping you in his embrace, head tucked between your cheek and shoulder.
The air is very humid and Jungkookâs in his naval aviator uniform, which doesnât look cool in a sense that air is properly flowing through the material. He doesnât care though, doesnât care that itâs sticking to his skin as he refuses to let you go, not even when you complain playfully.
âKook, Iâm fucking sweaty.â
âI donât care.â
You laugh.Â
Heâs leaving to return to his duty and youâre here with him outside the base before he enters, being with him until the last possible minute because thatâs how much of a good wife you are.
Yes, you and Jungkook did get married. Three days ago in fact, at the city hallâs courtroom. Neither of you invited your parents; they didnât know about the occasion and you refused to tell them, afraid that they may be critical about yours and his choices when they discover the true reason why youâre rushing to be wed. The only people that remained to be aware of it was Seowon and his girlfriend, Winnie, who served as the witnesses, which was fine by you. In your understanding, this was just for the papers and your health, and not the real deal yet to be celebrated lavishly.
âIâll propose to you again after a couple of years,â Jungkook promised after the ceremony. âLetâs renew our vows and Iâll give you an amazing wedding.â
You would have told him that there was no need, but who were you kidding? You did want a proper wedding with Jungkook. The previous week didnât even feel like you were newlyweds. Yes, the both of you compacted all of the dates you could have if one of you werenât such a chicken in five days, and yes, though the honeymoon stage was experienced and practicedâit was only because you were a new couple who after years of hiding their feelings for one another, was now finally free to express it as much as they desired.
âCall me everyday?â you ask when he finally pulls back, Jungkook pecking your lips one more time.
âDefinitely.â He smiles. âVisit me whenever possible?â
âOf course.â You kiss him too.
His smile transforms into a grin. âTake care of yourself, alright? Keep me updated all the time. No sugarcoating allowed.â
âYes, Lieutenant.â
Rolling his eyes, he gives you another kiss and engulfs you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground that causes you to giggle.
âOkay, pack it up, love birds!â Seowon shouts.
The two of you turn to your brother whoâs leaning on his car, the vehicle that was used to transport the three of you today. Youâre still in the middle of moving your belongings at Jungkookâs place and Seowon was kind enough to volunteer helping, always dubious that you could do stuff on your own. Despite your reluctance, you let him assist you, mostly because youâre trying to make a conscious effort in not upsetting him again.
Letâs just say that when the judge hailed you husband and wife at the civil wedding, Seowon wasnât thrilled to see that the kiss shared between you and Jungkook wasnât as fake as the supposed sham marriage, leading him to the conclusion that in the middle of Jungkookâs ruse of convincing you to be his wife, something must have happened that led to your approval and that rather 18+ rated kiss. Mostly though, heâs just offended that neither of you thought of telling him that you were an official couple before the wedding.
Jungkook unwillingly places you down.
âI think I need to go,â you say.
He nods with a sigh. âIâll miss you.â
âIâll miss you too.â
âCall you tomorrow?â
âYes.â You affectionately caress his cheek, bringing his face down for the very very very last kiss.Â
He leans into it. âFuck, I donât want to leave.â
âSeriouslyâhurry up!â Seowon shouts and you pull back.
âI will kill him,â you tell Jungkook.
âHeâs your brother,â he says. âAnd now, my brother-in-law, so I canât let you do that.â
âThat might be your very first red flag, Jungkook, insinuating that youâre choosing my brother over me.â You cross your arms. âTell me, if the both of us were drowning, would you save me or Seowon?â
âYou,â he answers without missing a beat.
You narrow your eyes. âIs that the truth?â
âOf course. Seowon would probably undrown himself anyway and youâre shit at swimming. Itâs an easy choice.â
You punch him hard on the shoulder and he feigns hurt, snickering. âFor the record, I donât think anyone can âundrownâ themselvesâbut fine, you pass the test.â
Jungkook faces Seowonâs direction and does a final salute, your brother returning it swiftly, and just like that, you and him share your last farewells. You watch as he goes through the entrance of the base and sends you a wave of goodbye; you weakly copy the gesture and stand there for a few seconds, just watching him fade from your view the further he trudges inside. You donât think saying goodbye to him ever felt this heavy, and you blame it on the fact that after all this is the first time youâre saying goodbye to him with the assurance that he loves you tooâand that alone weighs millions.
You spin on your heel and go to Seowon whoâs already in the driverâs seat. As soon as you get in and wear your seat belt, heâs giving you a dirty look.
âWhat?â you ask.
âPlease never do that in front of me again.â
His statement makes you smirk. âWhy? Didnât you want this?â
âWant what?â
âMe and Jungkook to be together.â
âWhen on earth did I say that?â
âYou previously admitted that you were lowkey playing cupid by suggesting that Jungkook marry me for health insurance.â
A short pause. âYeah, but that doesnât mean I have to watch you two reenact a porno every fucking time.â
âWeâre notââ
âYou are. Donât deny it.â He grumbles. âGod, every time I see you two, itâs like Iâm Ross from that one Friends episode where he accidentally sees Monica and Chandler doing it from the window of his apartment.â
âYeah, I remember that.â You laugh. âIn my defense, you havenât seen me and Jungkook actually do the deed soââ
âWait, so the two of you have?â
Your expression drops. His tone is approaching older brother protectiveness territory and youâre quick to attempt diffusing the situation. âI will not dive into that. All Iâm going to say is that Iâm a grown adult and so is Jungkook.â
He grimaces before starting the engine. âYeah, never dive into that. I donât need to hear the details.â
You share a laugh and then silence fills the car.
You press your lips together, looking at him while he backs out from the parking spot. âHey, thanks, by the way. For driving today, and for offering to help me later, and maybe for also never minding your own business.â
You recall how Seowon was the one who couldnât stop worrying about you and finding a solution when you told your family that you had type 1 diabetes. Your parents were concerned, they pestered you for months to force you to accept financial assistance from them, but they gave up soon after. Seowon though? He never did. He persisted through every outburst you had; he tolerated your bitchiness and your dirty looks all the time. Out of everyone in your life, you always felt like regardless of how stubborn and prideful you could be, Seowon was worseâin the best way possible.
A crooked smile illuminates his face. âYouâre my kid sister. Itâs my job to never let you experience peace in your whole life.â
You scoff. âWell, youâre damn great at what you do.â
When you reach Jungkookâs apartment, unloading the boxes and arranging your stuff to its designated places, your heart swells in happiness as the reality sinks in that your life is heading in the right direction after months of feeling hopeless. It drives you to be more thankful to the little things, to the people who were always by your side, to your previous circumstance that although wasnât ideal was still manageable. A lot donât get to have that kind of privilege and you promise yourself that youâll make an effort to find more things to be grateful about from this day forward.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â Seowon approaches in the middle of you arranging your books on Jungkookâs near to empty shelf, âWinnie wanted to give you this. She would have handed it over herself but sheâs going to be busy for the next few days.â
You take the frame from his hand and see that itâs the picture Winnie took of you and Jungkook after the ceremony. Itâs in the restaurant that you ate at to celebrate the civil wedding. Jungkook was grinning at you with an arm around on the backrest of your chair, you were leaning towards him, smiling at the cameraâand the absolute selling point of why this was the best picture ever taken was because of how cake icing was scattered on your faces, places on spots in an artistic manner like it was planted there on purpose for the picture and not because the both of you were being silly that instance.
You think it showcases your relationship with Jungkook marvelously. Itâs playful, itâs sweet, and most of all, it demonstrates how you two are clearly great friends.
âThis is so beautiful, Seowon,â you say.
You immediately send Winnie a heartfelt thank you message for the gift and continue to take a photo of the frame, sending it to Jungkook as well.
Once you hit send, you type out a message to accompany it.
You: look how cute we look đĽš
Youâre certain itâll take hours before he replies so you keep your phone again, going back to staring at the picture which is now placed on one of the shelves. Itâs the sole picture frame you have with Jungkook. In fact, itâs the only picture that Jungkook has in his apartment, and you like to think that this might be the mark of the new beginning youâll have with him. Even though your relationship wouldnât be traditionally explored given his occupation and how heâs most likely going to be away a lot, you donât mind.
If thereâs one thing you really believe in, itâs that waiting for Jungkookâwhether consciously or unconsciouslyâalways brings out the best outcomes.
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unadulterated loathing (pt 1)
pt 2
pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader
summary: you are forced to partner up with fiyero on a history project. things donât go as you imagine.
a/n: wicked was really good, i love jonathan bailey, and we're coming up on finals season which means im writing about how stressed i am. also halfway through this i realized reader is lowkey paris geller coded lmao. this got away from me so im splitting it into 2 parts, i had a lot of fun writing it so enjoy! also im high posting this so if there's any editing issues im sorry lol!!
wc: 5.5k
warning(s): reader is stressed to the max constantly. she is kinda mean to fiyero but he's into it so it's okay. mostly fluff
Your fingers were beginning to cramp.Â
You should have been used to this by now with Doctor Dillamond. Youâd been in his class for a few months now, and you graded essays for him often. He often had a propensity for verbosity, but this lecture had been an especially hefty one in preparation for your midterm projects.
He would be announcing partners before the end of classâmuch to your dismay, for you worked far better on your own than with others holding you downâand you figured you would want to have as much of a head start as possible.Â
Great Oz, how you hoped you would be paired with one of your friends. Coralie and Ezura were your only contenders for top of the classâElphaba had potential as well, not because of the magic she couldnât control but because of the brain she very well couldâand anyone else would frankly slow you down. Doing a large research paper with someone who didnât care as much as you did would be a drag you didnât care to go through.Â
Midterms were only the most important thing, for they set the track towards finals and affirmed your skill with your assignments, and your first midterm was potentially the most important thing for, when completed successfully, set you on the correct track altogether.Â
You tried not to think about it too much (though you failed almost immediately), for you were sure Doctor Dillamond would honor all the work youâd done for him by putting you with a suitable partner.Â
âI see some of you are getting restless, so I will cut class short today.â Your eyes snapped up from your paper to see the professor smiling, and you could hear sighs of relief around the room. âIâm sure youâre all eager to know your partners for the midterm paper.âÂ
The sighs of relief turned to groans, and you had to agree. Assigned partners should have been considered archaic at this point in time.Â
Doctor Dillamond trotted back to the projector and, with a bit of difficulty, replaced the image with a piece of paper. Everybody in the class was paired off in groups of twoâyou immediately started searching for your name, squinting slightly to see despite your spot in the front, and the furrow between your brows deepened when you realized you couldnât find it.Â
You searched instead for your hopeful options. Coralie was with Mayara, Ezura was with Nicholas, Elphaba was with Galindaâof course. You let out a slight huff of annoyance, not just at your disappointment but at the continued lack of your name.Â
Perhaps heâd merely forgotten. You didnât know how Dillamond could have forgotten you, seeing as you were only his best student and literal TA, but things happened. Your anxieties only grew as you heard the beginnings of whispers throughout the room as your classmates saw their pairings, either excited or dismal.Â
âClass is dismissed,â Doctor Dillamond said. The room began bustling as students gathered their things, already talking with their friends or searching out their project partnerâyou heard Galinda squeal and saw her grab Elphabaâs hands out of your peripherals. You could only worry your lip between your teeth as you swept everything in your bag, hardly waiting a second before rushing up to Dillamondâs desk.Â
âYou didnât call my name, professor,â you said, managing a smile as you tried to act like it wasnât killing you. How could he have not called your name? Was there something wrong? Great Ozâ had you been somehow moved out of the class? Was your work not exemplary enough? Your assistance not assisting enough? âI donât have a partner.âÂ
His mouth opened, but you only found yourself continuing, the words practically tumbling out of you. Â
âOf course, if you intended for me to be on my own then I am perfectly alright with that!â Your smile widened as your fingertips dangled over his desk. âIâ I prefer it, in fact, so if that is it then there is really no issue at allââ
âMr. Tigelaar!â he interrupted, and your head turned on instinct to see the eponymous boy arm in arm with Galinda (who was arm in arm with Elphaba) just in front of the door. âI hope you are not about to leave.â
Fiyero flashed a look at his companions before offering one of those easy smiles he seemed to always have up his sleeve. âYou dismissed the class. I believe I am part of your class, am I not?â
âYou are,â he said, âbut you were not assigned a partner. Surely you wouldnât be trying to get out of the project.â
Your free hand clenched as the threads started to connect. Doctor Dillamond wouldnât do this to you. Would he?
That easy smile remained on his lips as he turned to Galinda and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and pecked him on the cheek before she walked out, pulling Elphaba behind her, and Fiyero sauntered over.Â
âOf course Iâm not trying to get out of it,â he said. âWhyever would you think so?â
âYour attempt at a quick exit before you could be assigned a partner,â the professor said. âBut it is no matter, for your partner is right here.â
You blinked. He would do this to you.
Why would he do this to you?
âWell, pleasure to meet you.â He held out his hand. âFiyero Tigelaar.â
You ignored him, for you couldnât look away from Doctor Dillamond. Would it be mad for you to strangle a Goat?
âProfessor,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady, âwhy?â
âMr. Tigelaarâs grades in my class have not been satisfactory, as Iâm sure he is aware.â Dillamond moved away from his desk, prodding the chalkboard with his head to move it out of the way. âI care about all my students, even if they seem not to care for my course. I believe a partnership for the two of you would be beneficial.â
Your jaw clenched. âSo youâre forcing me to tutor him because he hasnât got a brain.â
Fiyero chuckled. âOuch.â
âNot tutoring, just working on your midterm together,â he said. âAnd if you end up teaching him a few things along the way, then we would all be better off, wouldnât we?âÂ
âProfessor, with all due respect, this is ridiculous!â you exclaimed. âWhy should I have to risk my grade, my midterm, my standing altogether at Shiz just to help him?âÂ
âShould you perform the way that is typical of you, there should be no issues.â Doctor Dillamond gave you that professorly look and your teeth grinded against each other. How dare he try to take the moral high ground. âNow, the two of you better hurry off. You havenât got forever to work on this project.âÂ
âProfessor,â you whispered, determined to not let up, âwhy are you punishing me like this?â
âIâm not punishing you, my dear.â
âFiyero couldnât care less about any of this,â you insisted. âIâm going to fail my midterm and it will be all his fault!â
âIf you believe he can make you fail, then you havenât got as much faith in yourself as I believed.â Doctor Dillamond looked at you. âTrust meâand yourselfâthat this will all work out.â
You stared backâit was rather difficult to have a staring contest with a Goat. âI donât suppose I can change your mind on this?â
âYouâd be correct.â
You huffed and glanced away. âFine. But expect those test scores to take an extra day.â
He let out a bleaty sort of laugh while you walked away. You considered it a credit to yourself that you held back the childish tantrum you wanted to throw as you moved back over to your desk to gather the rest of your things. You shoved your books into your bag with a bit more anger than necessary, and you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over to see Fiyero sidled up beside you, leaning against the desk next to yours.Â
âSurely you wonât be this irritated at me the entirety of our project.â He still had that unbothered smile on his lips, and it made you want to hit him. âIt might make this a much more miserable partnership.â
You let out a mirthless laugh as you shouldered your bag. âDonât act like this pains you. Youâre just going to ride my coattails the entire time.âÂ
âYou know, I hadnât even thought of that,â Fiyero mused. âBut now that you bring it up, I just may have to.âÂ
âFor the love of Oz,â you muttered to yourself before mustering the strength to look up at him. âI have a myriad of things I need to do today. Why donât you go bother your girlfriend for the rest of the day, and then you can meet me at the library first thing tomorrow morning so we can discuss all of this.âÂ
He shrugged. âSounds alright to me.âÂ
âGood,â you said. âBecause I meant every word I said back there. I will not have you ruining all my progress thus far because of your absolute refusal to think.âÂ
âIt looks as if you could take a page out of my book,â Fiyero said. âYou seem awfully stressed.âÂ
Your lips tightened into a mirthless smile. âIâm stressed because of you, Fiyero, and we have hardly even interacted. I dread to think of my mental state after a week of working together. Now, good day. Iâll see you tomorrow.âÂ
You swept past him and walked out of Doctor Dillamondâs classroom. You felt his eyes on you until you turned the corner, and you had to resist the urge to look back.Â
Oh, how you loathed group projects.Â
-
The rest of your day was far more demanderating than it should have been, and you blamed Fiyero for it. You swore the clock went by half as quick and your lectures twice as longâit didnât help that you were so distracted in chemistry that you nearly burned your eyebrows off from a potion gone wrong.Â
Youâd practically thrown yourself onto your bed when you got back to your dorm, and you didnât get up until your roommate got back and demanded to know what had gotten into you. She didnât exactly give you the response you wanted.Â
âThe prince is your partner?â Coralie sighed dreamily. âOh, you are so lucky.âÂ
âLucky is not the way Iâd put it,â you mumbled, words muffled by the sheets. You finally tore yourself up off your bed and picked your nightgown up from atop your dresser. You went behind your folding sheet and began to change. âAnd I didnât know you had eyes for Fiyero.âÂ
âI hardly have eyes for him,â she said wryly. âI just have eyesâanyone can see that heâs attractive.âÂ
âIt doesnât matter how attractive he is if he makes me fail this midterm,â you said. You straightened your nightgown then folded your school uniform while you walked back into the open, passing a glance at your roommate as you placed it on your desk. You then settled on your bed with a huff. âI just donât understand why Doctor Dillamond is punishing me like this. It makes me reconsider all those late nights spent grading papers for him.âÂ
Coralie shrugged. âYouâre one of his best students, Fiyero is probably one of his worst. I bet Doctor Dillamond figured you would be happy to take him on, what with how happily you take on everything else he throws at you.âÂ
You grumbled as you laid back against your pillows. âI just donât know if I can take him on. Fiyero seems to care more about flirting with every student at this school than any actual material.âÂ
She gave you a mischievous smile. âMaybe heâll turn the full force of his affections on you in return for your studiousness. Oh, how that would be a sight to see.âÂ
âDonât even put that idea into the air, Cora,â you scoffed. âBesides, heâs clearly involved with Galinda. Even if I was interested, which Iâm notââ you emphasized with a pointed look at herâ âthat isnât something I want to touch.âÂ
âWell, you canât deny that heâs dreamy,â she said. âHe just showed up at Shiz and people started falling left and right. Itâs more impressive that you havenât.âÂ
âBecause Iâm here for one reason,â you said. âHis whole⌠thing doesnât fit into any of it.âÂ
âI know,â Coralie mused as she fell back onto her pillows. âYouâve told me your whole plan ten times over. I just think you should also try to enjoy your life instead of bulldozing your way through it.âÂ
You rolled your eyes with a smile. âIâm enjoying my life just fine, thank you.âÂ
Interestingly enough, Fiyero was going through something similar a myriad of rooms away.Â
He laid on Galindaâs bed, his head in her lap as she trailed her fingers through his hair. Sheâd been going on about something for the last couple of minutes, but he hadnât really been able to focus on any of it.Â
âDearest, did you not hear what I said?âÂ
Fiyero blinked at the sound of Galindaâs voice. He hadnât indeed.Â
âIâm sorry, beloved.â He absentmindedly reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze once he found it. âI was thinking.âÂ
Elphaba laughed from across the room. She sat on her bed with a book in her lap. âThatâs a first for you.âÂ
âIt is,â Galinda said, though with much more concern laced in her voice. Her hand moved from his hair to his forehead. âAre you feeling alright?â
âJust fine,â he assured. âWhat was it you were saying?âÂ
âJust lamenting on how awful it is that weâve been separated for this project,â she sighed. âIâm sure I could persuade Doctor Dillamond to put us in a group of three.â
âYou canât even get him to pronounce your name correctly,â Elphaba said wryly. âHow could you get him to do this?âÂ
âWell,â Galinda huffed, âmaybe you could do it. He appears to like you more than me.âÂ
âIâm sure that really hurts,â she said.Â
Galinda placed her hand on her chest. âIt does!âÂ
âItâs fine,â Fiyero interrupted. âIâm alright with my partner. Sheâs nice.âÂ
âNice?â Elphaba scoffed. âI heard her lecturing you the whole time we were out in the hallway.âÂ
âSheâs passionate,â he decided. âBesides, I donât really care. I havenât thought about it since she left.âÂ
That was a complete lie. In truth, Fiyero hadnât been able to stop thinking about you since you left. Very strange for someone who preferred to go through life with less thinking and more doing.Â
He honestly didnât know why his mind was so occupied with you.Â
Heâd always been aware of you, obviouslyâall your professors adored you, your name was always brought up when talking about top of the class, and he was sure you held the record for most time spent in the library at onceâbut he didnât know anything about you other than your academic record. And for someone with such strong opinions, especially about him, Fiyero found himself with the strange need to know more.Â
He would be at the library tomorrow. Maybe not on time, but certainly there.Â
Fiyero would make this the beginning of a beautiful partnership, one way or another.
-
True to your word, you were in the library bright and early after a quick stop at the dining hall. You went through the effort of gathering everything you thought you would needâa myriad of textbooks and encyclopedias, your well-weathered notebook and another one for Fiyero because you doubted he had one, and enough writing material for the two of you.
You sighed. You had to do so much just to even the ground between your groups and the others. Coralie was always so prepared whenever you worked together.Â
Fiyero, to your surprise, was only ten minutes late. You already had your head buried in a book when he said your name and scared you witless.Â
Your eyes widened as they darted up to look at him, and he chuckled.Â
âSorry. You were in the zone.â
âI just wasnât expecting you,â you said. âYouâre late.â
âHardly.â Fiyero took the seat across from you, his eyes sweeping over everything you had on the table. âYouâve got quite a collection.â
âI doubt you know your way around the library,â you said.Â
âI know my way around a lot of things.âÂ
You leveled your gaze at him. Leave it to Fiyero to make everything an innuendo. âAnd is a library one of them?â
âIâm sure I could make it one.â
âIf you bothered to think at all.â
âDarling, you know Iâd never,â he said with a smile. âNow, what are we doing here?â
âDo you really not know what our midterm is?â you marveled.Â
âI have more important things to worry about,â he said.Â
You scoffed and shook your head. Ridiculousâ it was ridiculous that you had to put up with this. Maybe Doctor Dillamond really did hate you.
âOur assignment is an extensively researched ten page paper on any great Ozian,â you said. âAnyone who has contributed to our society in a relevant way and made our lives better for it.â
âA ten page paper?â Fiyero frowned. âThat seems a bit much.â
âBetween the two of us, itâs just five pages each, and weâve got two weeks to get it done,â you said. âIâve written five pages in a few hours of inspiration.â
âYour life truly sounds thrilling,â Fiyero said. âWe could do the Wizard.â
âHalf the class is going to do the wizard,â you scoffed.Â
âBecause heâs a great man,â he said. âThereâs no shame in it.â
âThere is absolutely shame in copying half the class,â you said as you pushed over a sheet of paper to him. âNow, Iâve already got a list going. Look it over; see if thereâs anyone you like or anyone worthwhile you want to add.â
You looked back down at your encyclopedia, opened to your personal favorite choice, and continued scribbling down basic notes. You glanced up a few moments later to see Fiyeroâs gaze hadnât wavered from you.Â
You frowned. âIs there a problem?â
âYouâre awfully prepared,â he said instead.Â
âI figured you wouldnât be,â you responded.
Fiyeroâs lips quirked in a smile. âThen I believe that means you deserve to choose our subject.â
Your frown deepened. âReally?â
âAre you always this suspicious of everyone?â
âJust you.â
âThen consider this an olive branch,â he said. He slid the paper back over. âWhoâs your top choice?â
ââŚIlara Mayfair,â you finally said as you pointed at her on the top of your list. âShe was a historical linguist, responsible for half of what we know about Ozian languages and how they connect and differ. SheâsâŚâ you cleared your throat and shrugged, trying to make it sound like it wasnât a big deal, âsheâs kind of my hero.â
âYour hero?â Fiyeroâs eyebrows rose. âIs that what you want to do?âÂ
ââŚItâs always been my dream,â you admitted. âI grew up helping around my parentsâ bookstore and her mark was on nearly everything. I really admire it. I want to make that sort of difference in the world.â
âHow noble,â he remarked. What surprised you was how genuine he sounded. âItâs impressive how much of your life you have planned out already. All Galinda knows is that sheâs majoring in sorceryâshe hasnât really got anything else worked out.â
âWhat are you majoring in?â you asked.
âUndecided,â Fiyero said. âI was kicked out of my last school before I could declare, so I figure thereâs not really a point in doing it here.â
âNot really a surprise,â you said.Â
âReally?â
âOn your first day, you snuck off campus with half of Shiz to go dance at Ozdust,â you said. âThatâs not exactly a good first impression.âÂ
âIâd argue the opposite,â he said. Fiyero tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he focused on you for a moment. His gaze made you uncomfortably aware of yourself. âI donât recall seeing you there.âÂ
âThatâs because I wasnât there.â You looked back down at your encyclopedia to avoid his eyes. âI had more important things to do.âÂ
He frowned. âDo you ever take a day off?âÂ
âOf course,â you said. âThere isnât any class on the weekends.âÂ
âI mean with this,â he said, gesturing at all the books around you. âIt doesnât seem like you allow yourself a single moment of respite. When youâre not in class, youâre studying. When youâre not studying, youâre doing work. When youâre not doing any of it, youâre probably dreaming of your future assignments.âÂ
You felt your skin heat. Surely you werenât that transparent.Â
â...I donât dream of them,â you defended. âNotâ not always.âÂ
He laughed and shook his head. âYouâre ridiculous. Do you know that?âÂ
You frowned. âHow am I ridiculous? Youâre incapable of taking a single thing seriously.âÂ
âAnd youâre incapable of not taking everything seriously,â Fiyero said. âIt canât be good for your health.âÂ
âI plan to get out of here a year early,â you said, looking back at your books. âI canât slack off like you do if I want that plan to come to fruition.âÂ
âOh, Iâve gotten out of every school Iâve been in a year early,â Fiyero said. âSometimes two or threeâ Oz, sometimes I donât even make it through the first semester.âÂ
Your eyes snapped back up to him, widened in instinctual panic. âWhat?âÂ
He burst out laughing, and it grinded every one of your gears. âOh, I wish you could see the look on your face! Itâs pricelessâ truly priceless!âÂ
âYouâve been kicked out of every school youâve been to and you think itâs a joke?âÂ
Still laughing, he shrugged. âIt is. Nothing bad has happened, and Iâm still having the time of my life wherever I go.âÂ
You just shook your head as you stared at him, eyes still wide. âAre you always like this?â
âUtterly charming?âÂ
âEntirely insufferable.â
You didnât understand how he laughed. Everything rolled right off him, like oil off a duckâs back, no matter how many times you insulted him.Â
âYou know, there are other things to life than your studies,â he said.
âNot while Iâm here, there isnât,â you said. âItâs the whole point of university.âÂ
âThe point of university is to have fun,â he said. âYouâve seen how this place has perked up since Iâve gotten here, havenât you?âÂ
âNot really, no,â you said. âIâve been more focused on other things.âÂ
âLike?âÂ
âLike my studies.âÂ
âItâs like Iâm talking to a broken record,â he marveled. âHave you ever had fun in your life?â His eyes widened comically. âDo you even know what the concept of fun is?âÂ
âHa ha,â you said dryly.Â
He tilted his head. âDo you?âÂ
You frowned. âOf course I do.âÂ
âOkay, then.â Fiyero leaned back in his chair. âTell me about yourself.â
Your frown deepened. âWe arenât doing a research paper on me.â
âWeâre working together on this,â he said. âIs it a crime to want to know my partner?â
A muscle worked in your jaw as you stared at him. He stared back, entirely unaffected.Â
âIf I humor you, will you actually work with me through this?â
Fiyero held up his hand. âPrinceâs honor.â
Finally, you broke. You folded your arms with a short sigh then glanced away. âFine. Iâm from a tiny village in Gillikin that youâve probably never heard of. Iâm here on scholarship with the plan to graduate, become a historian, and make a name for myself.â You looked back at him. âIs that good enough for you?â
âItâs excellent,â Fiyero said with a smile. âDare I say Iâve learned more about you in one short day than I have in the entirety of my time at Shiz?â
You gave him a fake smile as you tapped your book. âOpen your textbook. We have a lot to catch up on.â
He raised his eyebrows. âYouâre not going to ask about me?â
âI mean this with all due respectâwhat could there possibly be to know about you?â You raised an eyebrow as you counted off on your fingers. âYouâre from the Vinkus, youâre a prince, and youâve never read a book a day in your life.âÂ
âOh, thatâs not true,â he chastised. âIâve read at least oneâI just choose not to.âÂ
âWell, how about we make that two?â You reached across the table and opened his book for him. âUnless that princeâs honor isnât worth a thing.âÂ
âOh, itâs worth everything,â Fiyero said.Â
You raised your eyebrows expectantly. âThen prove it.âÂ
âVery well,â he nodded. âI believe I can be serious for the next⌠fifteen minutes.âÂ
âYou wonât even get through a chapter,â you said. âThirty.âÂ
Fiyero frowned. âYou set awfully high expectations.âÂ
âWhy do you think Doctor Dillamond forced me to help you?â you asked.Â
âBecause youâre oh so nice and charitable?â
That got a genuine laugh out of you. If youâd been looking closer, you would have seen Fiyeroâs smile grow, his eyes soften.Â
âOf course. Now, go to the glossary, find Ilara, and start writing. I know practically everything about her already, so you need to catch up.â
âI donât haveââ
You held out your extra notebook and fountain pen and cocked your head. âDonât have what?â
Fiyero chuckled as he took them from you. âYouâre prepared for everything, arenât you?â
âAlways,â you said with a satisfied smile. âNow get reading, my prince.â
He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed his head. âAt once, my lady.â
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You looked at the clock on the wall. Fiyero should have been here by now.Â
Granted, he was ten minutes late to your first meeting, but that was before heâd changed your expectations ever so slightly. Almost an hour had passed, and there was still no sign.Â
Of course, it wasnât as if it hindered your progress. You kind of always expected him to fall shortâif he showed at all, that was a credit to himâso you already had half the outline done. But a small part of you that youâd never admit to might have actually been looking forward to his presence.Â
You enjoyed the bout of verbal sparring he engaged you in. A lot of your classmates thought you were mean, and it never bothered you. Like you told Fiyero, you were here for one reason and one only, and the amount of people that liked you at university didnât influence that at all. Your professors liked you and your grades were perfectâthat was all.Â
But you couldnât lie and say it wasnât⌠nice. For Fiyero to take everything you said in stride, with a smile and a retort of equal measure.
It was nice. But that was all.Â
You were jarred out of your thoughts by someone calling your name. You looked up to see Fiyero sauntering over, bearing his usual smile and not much else.
âThis is a library,â you said once he got closer. âYou arenât supposed to shout.â
He took the seat across from you. âIâd hardly call that shouting.â
âYou arenât meant to be loud,â you decided. âWhy are you so late?â
Fiyero shrugged. âI lost track of time?â
âYou know, we are partners,â you emphasized your last word, âso it would be helpful if you could try to put in the same amount of effort as me.â
âThat seems impossible.â He gestured at your notebook with his head, your current page already nearly full. âYouâve got me beat on nearly everything.â
âItâs not that difficult,â you intoned. âI mean, just do some research outside of class.â
He stared at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes. âI donât know what I expect with you, honestly.â
âExactly what you see, darling. Now,â Fiyero's gaze drifted over to the window, then looked back at you as he stood up, âwhat do you say we put a hold on things and enjoy this beautiful day?âÂ
Your brows furrowed. âWhat, you mean do our research outside?âÂ
âIs your work truly all you think about?â he asked in exasperation. âI mean leave the books and your notes and your stress here, and take a stroll around campus.âÂ
âIâve had my entire life planned out since I was ten years old,â you said. âOf course it is. I am not going to have someâ someââ
âSome what?â Fiyero interrupted. He still looked remarkably unaffected by your outburst, that sideways smile of his infuriatingly charming.Â
âSome ridiculous, pompous, self-absorbed, lazy Winkie prince ruin it!â you exclaimed.Â
âLazy,â he mused. âThatâs a new one.âÂ
âOf course youâre lazy! Why would we take a break when we have a project to do?âÂ
Fiyero looked at you like you were crazyâ no, like he was worried about you. He shook his head. âYou really do have a one track mind.âÂ
âWhen weâre in midterm season, yes, I dâ what are you doing?â
Fiyero had started stacking all of the books you had on the table away from you, then he grabbed your notebook and your pen out of your hand.
âYou need a break,â he said.Â
âI donât need a break, and give that backââ
You reached for your materials but only just grazed his hand before he pulled them back and set them on top of the pile. âWhen was the last time you saw the sun?âÂ
You scoffed. âI see the sun all the time.âÂ
âNot from a window in the library or your dorm.âÂ
You bit your tongue. Fiyero smiled and held out his hand.Â
âYou need a break.âÂ
You stared at his hand. He gave you a cloying look.Â
âItâs not a good sign that youâre this against self-care,â he said wryly.Â
You sighed and reluctantly placed your hand in his. âFine.â
Fiyero grinned and he pulled you close. You yelped at the unexpected speed and you tumbled into his chest. Fiyeroâs hand dropped to your waist, and for a moment all you could do was stare at him, wide eyed.Â
âShall we?â he murmured.Â
You jolted away from him once you came back into yourself, your skin burning where heâd touched you.Â
âWe shall,â you said, a bit too forcefully as you started walking a bit too fast.Â
Fiyero chuckled. He matched your pace easily, soon coming up beside you. âYouâre already that excited?â
âOh, shut up,â you bit out. âYouâve already gotten what you want. No need for more.â
He feigned naivety. âWhat would I possibly be doing?â
You shook your head with a huff. âIâm not entertaining that with a response.â
Fiyero simply hummed. You glanced over at him, still staying even with you, and then you let out another huff as you stopped. He didnât miss a beat, pausing at the same time as you, then met your flustered expression with a smile.Â
âYes?â
âYouâre the one that wanted to do this,â you said, gesturing in front of you with a hand. âSo lead the way.â
âGladly,â he said. âIâm very good at taking the lead.â
Fiyero started walking and, though you had half a mind to take the opportunity and dart back to the library, you found yourself following him.Â
Coraâs words spun around your head as you and Fiyero walked together, about him turning the full force of his flirting on you in return for you being such a stickler for your midterm.Â
That was the embarrassing thing; you didnât even think this was half of it, and he already had you blushingâand for what? It was as if youâd never even talked to a boy before.Â
Youâd had plenty of experience back home. Village boys coming into your parentsâ store to flirt at you, leaving notes in your desk in class, offering to walk you home at nightâplenty of experience.Â
It didnât matter that you denied them all and never went anywhere because you had a one track mind even then, and that Fiyero had done what no one else had and gotten you take a break simply because he asked nicelyâ
You sucked in a sharp breath as Fiyeroâs arm suddenly pressed against your chest, stopping you in place. Your head snapped up to look at him, mouth already open with questions loaded, but he gestured with his head before you could ask any of them.Â
Youâd nearly barreled right down the stairs from being lost in your head, without care nor consideration for actually taking the steps.Â
âMind the gap, darling,â he said. âWouldnât want you damaging that brain of yours.â
ââŚThank you,â you said once youâd regained the ability to speak words again. âOne of us ought to have one.â
Fiyero laughed as he took his arm away. âCertainly.â He used it to gesture down the stairs. âLadies firstâunless youâre unsure of your ability to conquer them.â
âIâll be just fine, Fiyero.â You started the descent, Fiyero right behind you, and you let out another short sigh.Â
There had to be something wrong with you. That was the only explanation for why you were acting this way.
Maybe you really did need to start getting more sleep.Â
#fiyero tigelaar x reader#fiyero x reader#wicked x reader#fiyero x you#fiyero tigelaar x you#fiyero movie x reader#wicked movie x reader
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What's the scariest/weirdest thing Barbara has found in each of the batfams search history? I'm betting Tim's the weirdest ngl
Bruce: That concludes our briefing. Does anyone have any questions?
Barbara, raising her hand: Yeah. Am I still eligible for clown pensions if I leave the circus?
Dick: Excuse me?
Barbara: Never mind, I'll figure it out later. I was also wondering how much butter is in a calorie.
Steph: How'd you get that?
Barbara: And what's the address for CW studios? I wanna undo Destiel's ending.
Cullen: That was private!
Barbara: My bad. We should focus back on the case... right after I declare my legal status as a cryptid.
Cass: *whirls around*
Barbara: And I wanna start selling commissions of superheroes reimagined as a puppies and kittens.
Damian: Die.
Barbara: Also, is Vin Diesel really bald?
Duke: I was curious.
Barbara: And how do I secretly commission my brother for a drawing of me as a cat?
Tim: Stop!
Barbara: I can, after I find a group underwater pilates class.
Bette: I need a new hobby, sue me.
Barbara: Of course, so you can invent new muscles.
Luke: I'm just saying, anything's possible.
Barbara: Hopefully you don't use those muscles to steal the crown jewel of the Tamaranean royal family.
Selina: I was on incognito!
Barbara: It's okay. At least you weren't looking up a compilation of Game of Thrones spoilers to put in the family group chat.
Alfred: I have no regrets.
Barbara: Neither should anyone who enjoys clamato juice so much they order five bottles.
Helena: It's for training purposes.
Barbara: By the way, does anyone need shirtless Arsenal pics?
Jason: Bruce, tell her to quit it.
Bruce: He's right. We get it, Barbara.
Barbara: I'll stop. Just send me the name of the Superman fanfiction you've been secretly reading between the hours of two and three-thirty A.M. this past week.
Bruce: Meeting dismissed. Everyone go home.
Harper: Ha, you didn't get mine.
Barbara: Don't worry, your OSHA impersonation Tumblr is safe with me.
#barbara gordon#oracle#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cullen row#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#harper row#kate kane#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batgirls#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect dc quotes#dc comics#headcanon#batposting
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âËࡠFALSE GOD
warnings: masturbation, sex, smut, porn with no plot, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, use of toys, cunnilingus, mentions of low/high sex drive, dom/sub dynamics, shaming, humilliation, blue balls, edging, corruption kink, mentions of somnophilia, and twitter links. (Gojo, Geto & Nanami)
author's note: this is not a goodbye, but take it as a see you soon writing.
part 2 (coming soon if itâs well received)
gojo satoru
He's been annoying you the whole morning while trying to coach the kids on their trainingâ slapping his hand away everytime it lowers down from your lower back and giving him a glaring look.
Both of you talked about this. Not letting his high sex drive come across work, and mostly in front of his students.He looked like a lost puppy, searching for attention and someone to relieve his needs.
âGojo. Stop itââ You pushed his hand away from you, looking back to see if someone else noticed whatâs going on. âBut I canât princess, I need you right now~â He whined in your ear, he was about to throw a tantrum if you continued neglecting him this way. Itâs been two weeks without sex, can you believe it? Two weeks! He prefers fighting Mahitoâs annoying ass again on his own rather than pass one day without inside you.
âItâs not the time right nowâ and I'm not in the mood either.â
Okay. First of all he knew you werenât too into sex, and he accepted it! He respected your boundaries, and he didnât only want you for the sex, he loved you for who you are! But the way you said his last name instead of his first name, and looking like you were about to slap him turned him on even more.
He wouldnât stop whining and throwing tantrums for your touch, opting for dismissing the class early so they could go to sleep or wherever, itâs weekend anyways.Â
Both of you sat in silence in his office. Waiting for someone to break the tense silence thanks to himâ and he was about to do it, but the moment your mouth opened his mind got in control of your sweet voice.
âGet up and take your pants off. Briefs too-â His eyes light up like a kid when receiving a lollipop for behaving like a good boy he is. He took off his shirt too, feeling like it was drowning him and taking the air out of him because this was the first time you were really taking control over all this.
âSit.â He did as you said, his cock proudly standing tall and full of cum to dump wherever you wanted him too. But he wasnât too lucky this time, because the moment you stepped closer to him and his desk, searching for one of his blindfolds he usually leaves thereâ you kneeled down infront of his, massaging his hard balls that made him moan out loudâ taking them in one hand, they were heavy. His blindfold was around them, in a knotâ tighten them.Â
The moment you started jerking off he knew he wouldnât come as easy as he would. It was wet, really wetâ and all thanks to his pre-cum leaving his cock, he was begging for release, he couldnât come, literally and physically. It was impeding him from cumming, it felt ten times worse than not having your touchâ He had it now, but at what cost?
âAw, look at those blue balls!â You laughed in front of him and slightly slapped the red swollen head of his cockâ he was crying, he never did. But it felt so good but it hurt so much at the same time. You took off the blindfold, cum coming out like a big wave, wetting his abdomen, part of his chest and your neck too. His moan almost sounded like a scream, cries and nervous laughs coming out of himâ He came but you continued jerking him off, this time overstimulating him instead of edging himâ He doesnât know what was worse. Coherent words were long lost, babbling out trying to stop himself but he couldnât move himself, way too lost in the pleasure to be able to stop you.
âLetâs see if you can atleast last a week without acting like a fucking horny virgin bitch this time mhm?, letâs make you cum again just to make sure, yeah?â
geto suguru
Geto is a morning wood guy. And he knows you have a low libido, actually Suguru is the only one youâve sex with.Â
âIâm scared of dicks ´guruâ You whispered, kneeled down in front of him, you were at his dorm, it was 11 P.M and you decided to lose your virginity to Geto assuring heâs the one and youâve never felt safe in someone elseâs armsâ he chuckled and looked at you with loving eyesâ one of his hands caressed your cheek, âHow are you going to be afraid of dicks and want to suck me off at the same time princess? Mhm?â
He laughed at himself at the memory, now you were 6 years together and heâs eager to know how your life is going to be with him, having a wedding, getting a house together, making you pregnant⌠full of him, shit. This is not helping with the main problem right now.
Heâs a decent man. At least thatâs what he thinks about himselfâ heâs not horny all the time like Satoru. Maybe thatâs his form of love language? Satoru is a weird ass anywaysâ he thinks to himself while scrunching his eyebrows together, âstop thinking about him Suguru!, itâs going to make you puke instead of helping the problem⌠He was looking at the ceiling of your room while youâre sleeping right beside him. He doesnât want to wake you up, you deserve to have a nice and comfortable sleep.
But the pain down there is not going anywhere, not even with a cold shower. He knows to identify his morning woodsâ living with them for his whole life, I guess. Unconsciously one of his hands is now touching himself through his boxers making him moan, his free hand quickly covering his mouth and looking to his side to find you still sleeping.  Â
He swears heâs about to slap himself to stop this and suck it up, but he feels your hand stopping him. âAre you okay baby?, I heard something and I thought you hurt yourself or something.â
Oh my god⌠How could you be so⌠pure? So perfect for him, always making sure heâs okay, your sleepy voice sounding deeper than your normal voice⌠His shirt is way too big for you that he swears if he moves his head a little higher he could see your nipples. Shit Suguru, you turned it sexual again!
Should he just⌠ask you? beg you? beg and cry for some release? Would he sound as horny as a teenager? This problem should be for teenagers! Not for a grown ass man like him!
âUm⌠I might just had a little problem down thereâ
âMight? Little?â
His flushed face was cute, his body was fully uncovered by the blankets, leaving him with his chest exposed and a clear wet patch on his boxers.
âCâmon baby, let me help youâ He called out your name, trying to stop you the moment you placed your hand on the elastic of his underwearâ in one swift motion you freed his cock, catching a glance of how swollen it was due the negligence of the past weeks.Â
The moment Suguru felt the cold breeze on him, he came.
He fucking came with no touch.
Damn embarrassing.
âAw, cute. Want me to suck you off?â
nanami kento
You havenât rushed things with Nanami yet. Both of you were such a cute couple that made people gag.Â
Heâs amazing, not like any other boys you have met before, he treated you nice, spoiled you and mostly respected youâ in a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.Â
Heâs such a hard working guy, such an inspiration, so committed to both of his works that you tell him if you ever get married youâll be the best housewife he could ever have because he deserves it.
But one thing about Nanami is that he keeps things to himself. Just like the boner he has right now by imagining you being his little housewife. He really needs to leave this office right now and relieve some⌠stress.
The last weeks have been hard for him, naturally affecting your relationship with him. He was always tired, even more earnest and quiet. You know heâs bad at telling what he feels, and heâs always stressed by somethingâ but you have never seen him like this. Like ever.
When he tries to distress himself he just keeps failing over and over again, not being enough and having to suck it up and continue his day with a hard poking erection most likely visible in his pants. Thatâs why he remains seated most of the time.
But one day he went to your house after work. It was impossible to not notice his erection even when heâs trying to hide with his briefcase or on the sofa.Â
âTake your pants off Kento.â Youâre not a big fan of sex, Nanami knows that, he hasnât even had sex with you before! So this caught him by surprise, the red on his cheeks spanding through his neck.
âE-excuse me? Iâm sorry, what honey?âÂ
âYou heard me, take your pants off.â Heâs seated on your sofaâ unloosened tie, two or three bottoms of his shirt undone, messy hair, in his socks but that damn thing was literally capable of breaking his pants if it didnât have some release.
He slowly started unbuckling his pants, losing his mental battle and accepting what he needed, and if you were willing to do it, all he could do is take itâ but dear god, it was even worse.
All you would do is touch him. Through his briefs. Just the feeling of your fingers through them. Touching the tip was the worst part.
And he couldnât believe that the most simple touch is capable of making him cum with just your fingers than him raming and jerking off the hardest he has ever tried.
#gojo satoru smut#geto suguru smut#nanami kento smut#gojo smut#geto smut#nanami smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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theres something extremely endearing and entertaining about jocks that goes entirely underappreciated
#no this is not even abt me posting about sports men. just thinking abt my gym bro buddy#love him#too many people dismiss the joy in sports culture. like you didnt like p.e. classes in hs okay. there is more to it than that#no Im not talking 'big lovable idiot' stereotype either#like idk not everybody is shallow because they wanna get big or whatever đ
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class and gender presentation is a particular Thing for me cause like. I've been poor my whole life, like malnourished-since-seventh-grade kind of poor, and I'm quite feminine, and my femininity inevitably makes people read me as wealthy. when I was a young kid, my classmates would phrase it like I dressed "fancy" or "old fashioned" ("fancy?" I would think, looking at my outfit that was just a single dress, literally one dress, the most simple and easy outfit a person can wear), and as I and my peers got older, that changed to people thinking I was some kind of like, old money heiress. because girlies who get free school lunches are incapable of wearing perfume, apparently.
multiple times a semester, I would have to explain and re-explain to teachers that I couldn't pay for mandatory field trips or extra-credit private tutoring, and every time they would think I was lying because I was too smart and too feminine to be poor. in some circumstances, when I tried to speak out about queerness or misogyny, it would get dismissed as hysterical privileged whinging because I had the audacity to wear dangly earrings and sit with my legs crossed while talking about domestic abuse.
like I Know there are ways that certain standards of femininity are locked behind paywalls or incompatible with manual labor jobs, but I honestly think a lot of our perception of femininity as upper class comes from the way that femininity / womanhood (not the same thing, but often considered as such) are seen as artificial, fragile, and frivolous. I would stand next to my classmates, me in my threadbare sundress that I'd been wearing for eight years and them in their brand new designer athleisure wear, and they'd say "okay obviously you're going to play the rich bully in this educational skit about classism."
anyway. I've never played disco elysium but I love this screenshot so much.
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