#specially because i had 2 toys that actually moved and talked without me touching them i guess that made something in my brain go wrong
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something you need to know abt me is that im extremely scared of artificial voices (think siri, alexa, any voice on gps thingies while driving) and no one believed me when the alexa changed voices one night, even tho i froze in place and all the hairs in my body stand up...
anyway, i'm also terrified of blonde and not really human faces... like that mix specifically (think "i feel fantastic" lady android, max headroom and the first mask of "possibly in michigan")
just felt like sharing <3
#the parasite talks#idk where these fears come from honestly#i've tried watching the max headroom series but i cant#i cant go past the intro without feeling physically ill#i've been able to watch possibly in michigan and is my favorite video and song ever#but the other two i cant at all#i also scream an cry when there's a picture of a being looking directly âat youâ but im guessing that's normal if the intent was to scare#i also imagine beings looking at me through the windows and dark screens and generally the dark but i know thats my crazy mind#that's why i have my windows taped vampire style like the wwdits house#and when i was little i would stare at my toys for a long while in case they would move or blink#i still think they do that but i have made peace with it#specially because i had 2 toys that actually moved and talked without me touching them i guess that made something in my brain go wrong#but they were mostly batteries corroding#although one was alive for almost 20 years with the same batteries#sometimes i worry what will happen when i live alone...
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The Finger Situation
Summary: Jon catches Sansa masturbating and gives her a hand. Pairing: Jonsa Warnings: Porn watch. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Smut.Â
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Sansa pulled the curtains of the little guest room she'd been stored in.
Robb was out with his girlfriend, Jon was off with Theon and she finally - finally - had their house to herself.
After the Joffrey mess and the stress of trying to get into UNI, she deserved this break.
Their home was always so busy, she never had a single moment to herself! Everyone was always all around, the walls were paper thin, and maybe father was the only one in her family who actively respected a closed door.
Coming to stay with them for a few weeks was bliss.
It wasn't all easy - she still had to deal with Jon, which was pretty much like having Arya - but being with the boys meant she had a little bit of freedom.
Still, Robb wasn't living alone, but with his best friends, Jon and Theon. A pair of pricks who were always all around her house growing up.
Theon was pretty crude, although he tried to be respectable when her parents were around and teased Sansa a bit less when she threatened to tattle on him. But Jon was different.
He was Robbâs best friend since, like⌠forever,
He was too hot for his own good, and an emo prick.
Well... not emo.
But he always wore black and always looked like he was sulking on some bad feeling no one could see, all pouty.
It was way worse when they were younger. Jon was always a loner - especially in contrast with Sansa, who was prom queen twice! - but he had grown out of his awkwardness, and was...
Nice.
Charming.
And he knew it, he fucking had to know.
Jon would walk around without his shirt, have his hair all pretty around his face and pout when she was looking at him, all fucking stupid!
So maybe she had an itsy bitsy tiny little small crush on him.
And what was the big deal?
As long as he didn't know it was alright.
All Sansa had to do was get it out of her system!
And now she finally had time and the house for herself.
Back home, getting off really was always the same thing. A little clit rubbing, a few open bookmarks, a pillow on her mouth to muffle any sound, and that was it.
But she wasn't home. And she was all alone.
Sansa sat on her bed all naked and pulled up a video on how to actually do it right.
Get herself off, of course.
It wasn't like she could have a toy for herself or anything, it was just herself. And now was the best moment to do it, because when else would she have the chance?
The video was simple enough. A woman with her legs all spread, her bald pussy in full view, but instead of her own hand, it was another. Bigger. Veinier.
A man's hand.
Well... she could still follow along.
So, she placed the phone on the desk by the side of her bed, and then lied down, turning her head to the side to watch it.
"First, you spread her," the man hummed, voice deep and slow with a very distant accent to it. "You see how my sweet girl is all wet? Glistening?"
Sansa nodded. Yes, she was very wet.
"She gets like this when I kiss her silly," he purred, sounding proud. "And I've made it very special today because she wanted to be part of this little tutorial so badly."
The woman giggled.
"Now, you must know," he continued. "You have to be sweet with your girl. Kiss her and play with her... I pinch and play with her nipples to make her like this... of course, you can always do this..."
He moved his fingers to her cunt, spreading her folds, touching her around her clit and then on it, rubbing it slowly, and Sansa followed obediently.
"This will always, always make her all wet," he affirmed. "Every girl... well, everyone with a clit, but let's focus our language here. Every girl has a sensitive clit, but you have to touch it the way they like it. Some feel a little more sensitive on a special side, some can't have direct stimulation... my sweet girl here can't cum if I play with the left side because it's not sensitive enough. It's the perfect edging partner."
To prove it, he moved his finger to circle just the said side of her clit, and the girl squirmed.
"See how she drools?" he hummed. "You want her very, very wet, very sloppy."
Sansa squirmed.
Sloppy. Stupid word.
Stupid word that made her all stupid wet.
"Once she is like this, and only once she is like this, you can put your finger in," he instructed. "Slowly, very gently. Let her relax and accept it."
Sansa moved around to get her finger in, and huffed at the stretch.
Oh, no one told her that fingering herself was an ab workout!
Maybe that was why the girl wasn't touching herself on camera. She would have to be very bendy to look sexy while doing it.
Still, Sansa tried her best, and if felt better than she thought it would.
It did. It really did.
Her finger was touching some place she really hadn't touched before - even when she had actually tried a while ago.
It was new, it was good, and it was hard to do.
"Now pull slowly," the man commanded. "And push... fuck her slowly, give her time."
She complied and whined in pleasure at the same time the woman let out a very little sound.
"You'll know she is enjoying it when you feel her cunt fluttering your finger... my pretty girl here will moan sweetly, but some girls are shy. You really need to coax the moans out of their lips."
Sansa wasn't shy. Well, she was, but she was home alone, and it felt so stupidly good, she wasn't even caring about being quiet.
"Don't give her more than she can fit," he instructed. "Especially if she hasn't taken any cock before."
Sansa squirmed.
"Sweet little virgins need time," he cooed.
Suddenly, her door opened.
"Sansa, are you-"
"Oh my God!" she screamed, reaching for the sheets.
Jon stopped, frozen by the door.
"Get out!" she screamed, trying to cover herself up.
He didn't fucking move.
She was going to die. That was it.
Sansa was going to die by embarrassment.
The woman moaned randomly from her phone, and she felt her whole face and neck just burning deeply.
"Curl your fingers," the man instructed. "Just like that, good girl."
She pulled the sheets up, covering her face with the thick covers.
"Sansa," he spoke slowly.
The sounds of the video stopped.
"What are you doing?" he asked, almost accusatory.
âNone of your business!â she screeched.
This was just like one of their arguments back home. So childish!
"Sansa..." he stepped closer.
She covered her head, not wanting to be seen.
"Can you just leave?" she begged. "And put my phone now. Please."
She wasn't in the mood nor had the patience to fight with him now.
"What are you watching?" he asked.
Sansa didn't answer, and she could see him sitting on her bed.
"How to finger a pussy," he read the title. "By... dragonrider?"
She whined, closing her eyes.
"Jon, please," she begged. "Just let that go."
Great, now he was going to rub that on her face.
He moved, but instead of leaving her, he closed her door and walked back to her bed, sitting down.
"Don't you know how to finger yourself?" he asked, voice too casual for the question he was asking her.
She covered her face with a hand.
"Jon..."
"I'm just asking," he shrugged. "You're 18 now."
"I've never done that before!" she huffed. "I'm not like Theon."
He didn't move.
"So you're a virgin?"
"No," she stomped her foot. "I dated, remember? Harry? I started dating before you even had a girlfriend!"
Jon scoffed sounding.
"So you had a boyfriend, and he never fingered you?" he asked. "He must not have been good enough, then. I fingered Ygritte good before I even knew what I was doing."
She rolled her eyes.
"I make her cum," he told her. "I did all the time. Did your sweet Harry do that for you?"
Sansa just pouted, uncovering her head to glare at him.
"Haha," she rolled her eyes. "Is that all you meant to do? Rub it on my face how you could make your girlfriend cum and how I have to get myself off if I want it?"
He shrugged, and she crossed her arms.
"We didn't... do that," she huffed. "Just so you know."
Jon looked at her, unaffected by her state.
"So you are still a virgin?" he asked.
She looked away from him, burning red, and just wanted to yell at him, but Jon shrugged, very comfortable on her bed.
"I'm not making fun of you," he assured her. "But you shouldn't learn how to pleasure yourself with porn. That's doomed to fail."
Sansa rolled her eyes.
"I know how to pleasure myself!" she argued. "I just... I didn't know how to finger myself. It's different."
Jon looked back at her and sighed.
Shamelessly, he tapped on the bed with his hand.
"Come here," he instructed her. "You're not gonna learn from a video."
Sansa eyed him suspiciously, but walked to the bed anyway, holding her sheets close to her body before sitting down by his side.
"Well, what do you suggest?" she pouted. "That I read an article?"
He straight up chuckled, and then looked at her, licking his lips, and his eyes were tainted with something more.
"You need a teacher to help you. Show you," he said simply, leaning closer to her. "I could be your teacher."
Her whole face burned, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Jon..."
He leaned closer to her.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered.
But she shook her head.
"Please," Sansa exhaled. "Don't."
He kissed her, and she was eager to take it and kiss him back, and just let him when he moved his hand to her blanket and pulled it off before pulling her closer by her waist.
She understood now, what it meant, to be kissed silly and made wet and needy.
Harry and Joffrey had never kissed her like that.
Slowly, as if not to startle her, Jon moved her, laying her on the back and climbing up and up until her head was on her pillow, and his hand moved slowly to between her legs, caressing her knee and her thigh.
She gasped when he pushed a single finger into her easily. His finger was too thick, almost like two of hers, but he was so delicate it didn't even hurt.
"So warm, Sansa," he whispered, biting her lower lip. "You got yourself all wet, didn't you?"
She nodded, whining a little.
"Poor girl," he cooed. "Never had a boyfriend nice enough to show you how good-"
He curled his finger and she gasped when she felt him brushing against a sensitive pot in her.
"-it can be to have a finger in her cunt."
"Was too scared," she whimpered.
Jon sighed, shaking his head.
"Poor, poor girl," he hummed, kissing her neck.
He moved down slowly, and she gasped when she felt him kissing her chest, licking her nipple before sucking it into his lips, pulling his finger out and pushing it back into her.
"Look at you," he cooed, letting it go. "Those tiny little tits..."
Sansa whined, though arching her chest to him.
Her tits weren't tiny!
They were just a little small.
"Do you think I could suck fit one whole into my mouth?" he looked at her. "Think your little tit can fit all into my lips while I finger your virgin cunt?"
His words, dear Lord...
Suddenly, Jon moved to his statement, spreading his lips, and she gasped when his teeth grazed against the top and bottom of her breast, and she moaned when he sucked it all into his lips.
Sansa arched her hips, and moaned loudly when he slipped a second finger into her.
"Jon," she grabbed his hair, not knowing what to even do with her hands.
His hair was so nice, soft and curly and pretty.
"Sweet little Sansa," he moved back, kissing her skin slowly to her other breast. "Squeezing me sweetly on your cunt."
She arched her hips to him, needy.
"Jon," she moaned.
"Feels good, sweet Sansa?" he licked the underside of her breast. "To have my fingers in your cunt?"
She nodded, ad tried to get closer to his hand when he pulled away slowly, fucking her with his palm far, far away from her.
"Please, Jon," she pleaded. "My clit."
Jon hummed a little.
"I don't know, Sansa," he curled his fingers, tickling her sensitive walls and she moaned. "You only asked me to finger you, and I am fingering you."
She whined, raising her hips, trying to chase him.
"I can't cum like this!" she argued. "Please, Jon."
"You're right," he used a hand to spread her legs more. "You can't, right? It doesn't matter how much I finger your sweet cunt and don't play with your clit, I'll only be edging you."
And he kept fingering her as if he hadn't heard his own words.
"Jon," she protested.
He moved back to look at her, and she could finally see it in his eyes.
"Yes, sweet girl?"
"Please," she pleaded with him. "Please, play with my clit? Please?"
Jon licked his lips.
"And why would I do that?" he teased her, his voice and face mocking her.
Sansa just wanted to smack that smug look out of his face.
"Cause you're good?" she tried to argue. "A good lover?"
He just moved faster, and she could hear the sounds of her cunt taking his fingers, already feeling herself all infected with arousal.
"That is true," he agreed. "But I like being mean to you so, so much."
Jon pulled his fingers again, and she was about to protest when he just grabbed her and manhandled her to lay on her stomach and raise her ass, pushing now what felt like three fingers into her.
"And I think you like it too, don't you, sweet girl," he cooed.
Sansa moaned, half her face smashed on her pillow.
"Fuck, Jon," she yelped.
He fucked her fast, rough and with no mercy.
"Yes, Sansa?" he asked.
He changed the motion of his fingers out of a sudden, and she cried out when he touched something especially sensitive in her.
"Jon!" she screamed.
"Stupid sweet Sansa," he slapped her ass. "Look at your cunt. So sloppy."
Her pussy squeezed around his fingers more.
That word, that stupid word.
She could cum right now. Just a little rub, and she would cum.
"Please," she cried on the bed. "Please, I need to cum, please."
She felt him before she realised he had moved. His tongue on her cunt, around her hole, just taking her wetness.
"Please," she cried, trembling already. "I need- please."
And then, suddenly, he wrapped his lips around her clit, fucking her hard with his fingers and sucking her in a never-ending grasp.
And Sansa came.
Loud, shaking and crying.
"There you go," he hummed, tongue licking her clit softly. "Was this what you needed, Sansa?"
"Yes," she cried.
He continued to move his fingers.
"How do you say, then, sweet girl?" he asked.
Sansa whined into her pillow, sensitive.
"Thank you," she moved her hips. "Thank you, Jon, thank you, thank you."
He pulled his fingers away, and she was about to turn around when his tongue moved a little more daringly, licking her cunt clean, licking and tasting her up hungrily.
Sansa was shaking and moaning, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
Before she could cum again - or beg to cum - the sound of the door opening made her stop, and Jon stopped quickly.
"Guys?" Robb called. "We're home."
She gasped, but Jon moved quicker than she could think.
"We can finish this when we have privacy, sweet girl," he caressed her ass.
He left, and she watched him go, panting.
Oh, they sure would.
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If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf
I simply needed to do something with Talia. I think the pack dynamics would be so wonderful with her, with Laura, and with Cora. Should I do a part 2? Let me know <3
Talia just came back from the dead, and she is just trying to figure out what is happening with her son. But when she met you, everything becomes clear. Word count: 1.757 Pairings: Reader x Derek Contain: Pure angst!!; Derek being a dick; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 2 TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST
Things were a true mess these days. The starting point was a resurrection. Nobody knew exactly how Talia arose from the dead, but everyone was trying to find out. Well, after so many years out of the Beacon Hills life, Talia was trying to fix in and absorb what had happened during the time she was dead. Peter had tried and failed to kill his daughter Laura, Cora comes back to the city, and the Hale's had rebuilt their pack with three new members: Boyd, Isaac, and Erica. Derek was happy with the presence of Talia - actually, everyone was - but as a mom, she knew something was pretty wrong. He was being a little bit... sad.
Talia caught Derek thoughtful during the night several times. Sometimes he just simply took his car and disappear. He was also taking time for himself, staying alone with his own thoughts. Talia just simply couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with her son. But when she has begun to think that maybe all of that was just something created inside of a mother's mind, she finds out about everything.
Talia, Derek, and Laura were doing some groceries at a supermarket. Talia and Laura were chatting about the city while taking a few things when suddenly, both of them heard a female voice greeting Derek in the corridor next to them.
"Hey, Derek."
It was you. Laura recognized your voice immediately. Talia's older daughter took her mom's wrist and took her to spy Derek, making a sign with her finger on her lips to her mom stay quiet. When Talia and Laura look at you and Derek, they notice all the signs of a couple in love. Your hearts were beating fast, and your eyes were shining like a thousand stars. You were pretty anxious, like a teenager talking for the first time with your crush. And your voice was so sweet... The air seems to completely disappear from Derek's lungs.
But despite all of the signs of love, Derek didn't reply to you. Actually, seems like the soft expression of love simply disappeared from his face - which was pretty severe and cold now. His facial expressions seem to let you even more anxious. You begun to regret to had the stupid idea to talk with him.
"Uh..." You started to talk, with his lack of answer "I..."
Without saying a word to you, Derek takes a can from the shelves and, simply, walks away from you. It was like you even weren't there. And, God, it broke your heart. Alone in the corridor and without becoming aware that you were being looked closely for Laura and Talia, you let escape a tear that ran through your face. Trying to compose yourself, you breathe in and swipe the tear away. You need to be strong.
When you just simply walk away from that corridor, Talia looks at Laura, pretty confused.
"Is that his ex?"
"No, she is just a girl he met. They started to become friends, but things evolved. Derek had decided to fell apart from her when Kate threatened to do something with her. You know, she was trying to manipulate him. But Derek thought that she would be safer without him. She doesn't know anything about supernatural, so..."
"It's dangerous for her."
"Exactly."
"How long ago did this happen?"
Laura drums her fingers on her chin, thoughtfully.
"I think it's been a year..."
"Oh, wow."
"Yeah, I know. You would love to meet her." Laura and Talia walk close to the candies session, looking at you. "Her name is (Y/N). She's a great girl."
"She seems like one."
Laura, Derek, and Talia were putting the groceries into the car - the place where Cora was waiting for her family. Talia was pretty thoughtful, thinking about the issue between you and Derek. Despite thinking that Derek did the right thing, she felt sad about the whole situation. It was pretty clear to her that Derek likes you a lot, and so do you.
Talia was torn from your thoughts when she listened to Cora's voice.
"Oh, I didn't saw her coming into the market."
Derek arches his eyebrows at his sister, walking in the driver's seat direction.
"Who?"
Cora indicates you with a nod in her head, and Derek's sight runs in your direction. Now Derek was looking at you for a distance he could saw you properly. Damn, you were so beautiful... He was pretty sure you did something with your hair, who made you more beautiful than ever. His heart began to race, and his face softened. You were like a sedative for him, with the power to take all of his angry away.
Unless you were next to another guy. In this case, you would stoke his fury just like the gasoline feeds fire. That was the case now.
You were walking in a man's direction, close to an expensive car. Despite being upset and heartbroken, you forced a smile on him, and he gave you a soft and slow kiss. Derek's chest vibrated in a low and threatening roar.
Laura looks at Cora.
"Who's that guy?"
"Well, he's her boyfriend. They're together a few months."
"He's hot. And seems like he's rich too."
Yeah, he was perfect. Derek didn't hate him just because he's the one who touches you now. Derek hates him because that guy was perfect, and better than him in so many aspects. He was rich, handsome, and a perfect gentleman. And he has you.
Oh, God... Derek wants so much for being under his skin for one day... Derek could simply forget all the supernatural bullshit and stay with you without worries. Damn, he wants so much to touch you again and kiss you again. He wants so much to say to you how beautiful you were with whatever you did with your hair, how you smell good, and how sorry he is for hurting you because he would never do that if it weren't for your own good.
If Derek wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could take that vacation on Hawaii with you that you wanted so much. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could wake up by your side in the morning - something he never was able to do because of all the supernatural crap in the city. Derek could wake you up with kisses and breakfast in the bed too. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he would take you to live with him on his loft. You would never cry of sadness, just of happiness.
If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, Derek would give you a ring and would ask if you want to be Mrs. Hale.
Instead of all of it, Derek was forced to broke your heart for your own protection. He was forced to tell you not to talk with him anymore because he never felt anything for you. You were nothing more than a one-night stand, his little toy.
Derek remembers that day like it was yesterday. You were crying like never before while you listened to his sharp words.
"What do I did with you that made you thought you were so special?"
"You are nothing to me."
"I just wanted some fun. You can't blame me."
"Stop acting like a stuping teenager in love!"
It was hurtful to say those words to you. None of them were true. Derek just wanted you to hate him as much as someone could hate. With it, you would stay away from him and all of the danger. In fact, you said that night those three words he wanted you to tell him.
"I hate you!" You yelled, with your face wet in tears. "You are the biggest mistake I could ever make in my entire life!"
Despite saying horrible things to you that had hurt Derek as hell, your words hurt as much as his own. But even with all the emotions conflicting inside himself, Derek even could hear your heartbeat failing. It was the sound of your lie.
Despite all of that, you didn't hate him. You didn't think he was the biggest mistake of your like.
That broke him even more.
Derek just wants to feel you in his arms again and say to you how much he loves you - because, yeah, he really loves you, and he really thinks you are the one. Instead of it, he gives up on your love to keep you alive and safe.
Suddenly, Derek listens to your boyfriend talk with you. He was still with his face close to yours.
"I'm so lucky to have you as my girl." Your boyfriend smiles at you "I love you."
Your heart ached one more time that day. Oh, if those words were from Derek's mouth... But no, you think he hates you. Determined to move on and forget about Hale, you force a smile on your boyfriend.
"I love you too."
Your heartbeat sound failed, and the Hale family on another side of the parking lot could hear your lie. You didn't love your boyfriend but, oh, you really wish you could. He was perfect.
However, you always thought about how boring perfection was and, actually, you would love to be imperfect with Derek.
Your boyfriend gives you a sweet smile and gets into his expensive car. You walk towards the passenger's seat door and, before getting into the car, you look in Derek's direction.
He was looking at you with those beautiful and glacial green eyes. It was pretty hard to pretend he didn't love you because he does so much. While Talia was watching the entire situation, she noticed that yours and Derek's eyes were yelling a silent, dangerous, and forbidden I love you - the one who could let anyone with no air in their lungs.
Then, you breathe in, trying to contain yourself. You got into the car and, then, you and your boyfriend were leaving the parking lot and Derek's sight. If getting away from him and being in another man's arms meant you were safe, then Derek could handle it. However, after looking at the whole situation, Talia was not well with it. Well, Laura and Cora weren't either. They knew about his brother's sincere feelings, and Talia knew it that moment either. The gears inside her brain were already working to find a solution for all of that.
Derek, however, could only think of how much you would never really be his.
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New Endeavours
Characters: Modern AU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings/Tags: Explicit (18+), Sugar daddy relationship, sexual references but no actual smut, bisexual vibes, attending a strip club.
Authorâs Note: This is all because of my love, @maryforyou. An AU venture she ignited and I couldnât let go of. Read into this however you want, Iâm an open book in terms of exploring sexuality without labels. Being the first AU Iâve ever attempted, I kept this as an intro, to hopefully dive into the more explicit content Iâve been ruminating on for too long as a Part 2 (depending on how this is received).
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âAre you sure this what you want?â
You smiled sweetly, smoothing out the creases in your dress as Kylo handed you your coat and gloves. âLike I said every day this week, Iâm very sure.â
He still appeared doubtful, plush lips twisted in a disbelieving frown. âI could give you anything your heart desires for your birthday, princess,â he urged, helping you to secure the top buttons of your waistcoat, his large frame shifting close to yours. âThis barely seems like enough of a gift for such a special occasion.â
Kylo was used to showering you with physical symbols of his adoration in the 18 months you had known him. The man had more money than he knew what to do with, lavishing all types of jewellery and clothing on you, some of the pieces you were certain cost more than your tiny apartment in the outskirts of the city. Every time you tried to refuse the extravagant gifts, Kylo always replied with sweetened notions of needing to worship and adore the personified goddess he saw you as. And when spoken in his infuriatingly mesmerising tenor, they would quickly conquer your resistance.
You were acutely aware of what this looked like from an outside perspective. A wealthy older man courting a young woman over 10 years his junior. Bathing her head to toe in the finest attire, parading her around in places a woman of her standing wouldnât have been able to afford in two lifetimes.
A label came with this kind of behaviour. One you didnât particularly like, yet was still true.
Sugar daddy.
There wasnât a way you could deny thatâs how your association with Kylo begun.
Youâd heard whispers of other girls at the college you went to doing it. Offering their bodies to the affluent men of this city. At first, youâd scoffed at the idea. But when that third overdue notice of your credit card debt came, with the threat of eviction hanging over your head, you didnât really have much choice.
A name was given to you of a bar that specialised in these kinds of meetings, completely covertly of course. And there Kylo had found you, hiding away in a secluded corner, stirring the gin and tonic in front of you with a single finger. At first, youâd assumed he was a well-dressed bartender, seemingly too young and strikingly handsome to be in need of a place like this. So you smiled sweetly and told him you werenât quite done with your drink.
Within such an innocent interaction, Kylo knew he had to have you. And he did, 45 minutes later in the poorly lit bathroom stall, half-dressed bodies clutched together as he had you perch on the porcelain sink, fucking you with an uncharacteristically reckless abandon.
He hadnât intended to. He hadnât been entirely sure what he anticipated from that evening, the recommendation being given to him from a higher executive who regularly partook in the questionable operations of this establishment. Kylo meant only to scope the place out, sit for a quiet solitary drink out of the way of other patrons. There, heâd discovered you.
Shrinking into your stool, somewhat inhibited, clearly out of your element. The shy smile that spread across your face after he murmured a stiff hello ensnared him in moments, simply for how sincere it was. He wasnât used to that.
Another thing Kylo wasnât used to was the type of electricity that followed in your conversation. Rarely had he experienced an exchange that was so charged yet⌠genuine. You didnât appear expectant, didnât care to know how much money he made or the status of his career. You simply wanted to talk.
It was interesting how this fuelled an urge to make you speechless, to have you resorting to whines and whimpers rather than articulate your thoughts with any words. He didnât act on them. Content to bide his time, play his cards right, set a precedence of composure and restraint in the hope of securing another meeting. You, however, had never cultivated the same type of discipline Kylo had.
After too many long minutes of flirtatious banter, you leaned forward, mouthing in a hushed tone, asking him to meet you in the womenâs bathroom.
The chance encounter had bound you for longer than predicted.
Although never explicitly stated, the two of you fulfilled a portion of each otherâs needs. Kylo required adequate distraction from his corporate life, someone who could slip into his erratic schedule with ease to⌠relieve him of mounting tension. In return, he provided you the monetary means to live in the city of your dreams without constant fear of homelessness.
In the months that passed, your arrangement turned into something stable, secure. His presence a constant in your life. While his working hours were long and finishing times unpredictable, Kylo could always count on you to be summoned to him from a single text message. Be it in the middle of the day, or the early hours of morning, you would race to a place of his choosing. Sometimes at his lush apartment, sometimes his office, and a plethora of restaurant bathrooms across the city after particularly stressful business lunches.
Initially, your involvement was kept mostly out of public view. Kylo had wanted to protect you from the judgements and negative connotations that were unavoidable in the arena of his work. Around the year mark, these reservations about being seen with you seemed to dissipate. Soon you were linked hand in hand at countless high-class dinners and charity events. A poised and elegant couple, right until the last set of eyes moved away.
This is where you had your fun.
As spectacular as Kylo was at fucking you until you saw stars, heâd surprisingly gone this long in life without venturing into more creative territory when it came to satisfaction. His version of sex was fast and hard, needing as much as you as he could get, chasing release with no frills or diversion. Heâd never had the time, or the right lover, to encourage any of his deeply hidden fantasies. Until you.
You were game for anything. Sexually adventurous. Ready and willing to try all there was on offer just to elicit the highest levels of ecstasy. It was difficult not to be at the thought of Kyloâs hands, his mouth, his tongue, any part of him.
Although a little more slowly, he began to welcome new experiences, new pursuits of pleasure. Witnessing your reactions to these efforts became somewhat of an addiction for him. The way you writhed and squealed when exploring anal play for the first time. The way you surrendered and adored his verbal degradation and physical strikes. The way your body twitched and spasmed after the use of a newly obtained toy purchased with his platinum credit card.
You never pushed him, or forced him into anything he found uncomfortable in the chase of a sexual high. Communication was paramount, and boundaries were respected.
Interestingly enough, tonight was a boundary he never thought youâd cross.
âThis is what I asked for, remember?â you smiled, taking the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to his nose.
Kyloâs apprehension refused to dissipate, while still clutching you closer. âIt just�� seems like this is something I will enjoy more than you.â
You barely withheld the urge to roll your eyes. âYouâre sure about that, are you?â
His eyebrows crinkled, thinking the question over. There was the hint of a smirk that tugged the corner of his mouth, a subtle excited quiver in the breath he exhaled. âSo youâre not doing this for me?â
âNot at all,â you breathed. Your palm slipped under his clean-shaven jaw, skating a thumb reassuringly over his cheek. âIâve wanted to do this for a long time.â
âYou have?â
You hummed a yes, drifting your lips intoxicatingly close to his, staring up with wide eyes.
Kyloâs mouth twisted slightly. âI wouldnât want you to feel jealous, princess.â
âYouâre only looking,â you insisted softly. âAnd, even if you touch a littleâŚâ You bit your lip at the thought. âThose women wonât be who gets to be taken home and fucked until it hurts.â
There was a noticeable tensing in the arms circled around you, as Kyloâs eyes began to burn with an impatient greed. âI could do that now, right against this door.â
It was difficult to deny how youâd happily allow him to make true on that statement. To slam you into the exquisitely carved oak door of his apartment and fill you to your absolute limit. However, the tantalising image of your planned evening was too consuming, heaving and tugging for you to indulge a deeply embedded desire youâd never been brave enough to pursue.
âSave it for when we get home,â you chirped, reaching for the doorhandle and dragging Kylo into the hallway.
 *
âFollow me,â the maĂŽtre D instructed, her voice cheerfully welcoming. Even the sight of her silken, green dress was intimidating, the fabric glossing over her nimble shape as she guided you up the set of stairs. The lighting was low, almost too dark to see properly, Kyloâs grip strong as your steps were drowned out by the sultry music emanating behind the double doors at the apex. As they were opened to you, the hypnotic baseline ricocheted around your body.
You scanned around the large room, bold lights illuminating a risen stage with two currently unused silver poles at either corner. Plush chairs circled around, occupied by a differing array of men. Slinking between the patrons were women decorated with luxurious, high-end lingerie, each one styled and set to provoke unyielding temptation.
This was a completely new undertaking for you. Attending a strip club. Usually a male endeavour, seeking out instant gratification in the form of scantily clad bodies and paid attention. You knew this was an unusual request for a birthday outing, yet in truth there was nothing from Kylo you wanted more.
The two reasons were somewhat opposing, although they would still feed the same goal. Satisfying a craving.
One being that you had always found women to be alluring and captivating to a height youâd never really accepted, almost been afraid of. Only with time and maturity had you learned your attraction to them was a natural occurrence you were now ready to explore.
The other reason was a little more scandalous, and what you hadnât quite articulated to Kylo yet. To have the view of his eyes roaming another womanâs almost naked body as she exposed herself to him, drove you wild. In a situation you should feel jealousy, you were only devoured by an uncontainable lust.
Occasionally your mind had forayed into imaginations where he would take another like heâd taken you countless times, able to watch his hands clawing at supple breasts, the smooth motion of his hips, how his thick cock would split a tight, dripping cunt in two. All the while he would deride and goad you, layering you with taunts, desperate to inflame your envy and ownership.
Your plan for this particular evening didnât extend that far. You only wished to enjoy the performance of mesmeric women in their most enchanting form, observe Kyloâs undeniable arousal at the same lithe, flexible bodies, and return home to remind him that only you could ignite the billowing flames of a violent release.
Oh, but that plan crumbled when youâd each settled into your seats, just in time for the next show of seduction. A pair of glittered, platform heels slinked near to the pole closest to you, your vision roaming upwards over the statuesque figure they connected to. Delicately laced, ivory fabric shielded her most intimate portions from full view, conforming flawlessly to the curves of her figure. Somehow demure yet indecently sensual.
Lips parted, your breath hitched as the exquisite woman twirled around, her eyes trained to you as she let a wicked smile appear. You were sure this was a regular occurrence, a flirtation she expressed to all the patrons in this room. Yet, as she began to move in time with the decadent beat of the music, her eyes stayed transfixed to you marvelling stare.
In an unprecedented display of courage, you beckoned Kylo closer to you, whispering to his ear. âHer. Thatâs what I really want for my birthday.â
*To be continued*
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a year in the life | mob boss! s.s.
pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader
main work: handmaid
season: winter âď¸
  - Elizabeth! - Sebastian sighed as he followed his two year old daughter who was running around the couch with her white dress stained in blue watercolours. Out of all the days in week of the year his daughter couldâve gotten her clothes dirty, it just had to be when his father-in-law was in the town. The same father-in-law who was still not very friendly with him. Turns out marrying and knocking up his actual daughter was where he drew the lines of niceties. The last thing he needed was to hear another snide remark âDoesnât my daughter have enough money for you to buy my grandchildren some clothing or has your side of the business gone wrong already?â. Of course, Mr. Forrest seemed to forget children werenât particularly known for keeping things tidy, specially when 2 of them were still very young.
 - Seb? - Y/N walked into the living room, dressed in a white tweed dress and low heeled shoes, holding Ollie against her. - Elizabeth, stop running away from your father and go change.
 - But mummy ...
 - No. - Y/N interrupted her daughter, one hand on her waist and the other one still holding Ollie. - You have five minutes to be here with some clean clothes or youâre not going to the Winter Fair.
 - Grandpa wouldnât let that happen. - she pouted.
 - Wanna bet? - Y/N cocked her head slightly to the side.
Lizzie dropped her act and walked past her mum to go back inside her room. Sebastian sighed out of relief, walking over to his wife to kiss her forehead. He didnât understand why she was so afraid of taking hold of her fatherâs spot in the family at some point considering she was very good at taking leadership in the home. Heck, if there was someone who couldnât control her children without even trying it would be her. Forget the many years he had had controlling way more complicated and dangerous people, when it came to his children, he had as much authority as a soft pudding.
She settled Ollie back on the ground who immediately rushed to the toys on the ground, happy he could play without his siblings around. Y/N wrapped her arms around her husband, playfully swinging around as if they were dancing. The winter season was always incredibly romantic for the two of them, mostly because her family tended to come into town and want to spend more time with the children which meant the two of them had more time together. The door bell rang and chaos irrupted as Elizabeth and Nate rushed over to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes, following her children to the door.Â
Ollie stepped forward, hugging his fatherâs leg as he always did whenever someone who wasnât Y/N or Sebastian rang the door bell. There was no missing the extended family with the four year old, which Sebastian greatly appreciated as no one in her family, either it being her motherâs side, her father or her half-brother cared much for him either. Her father walked into the apartment, greeting the children before he started to inspect everything as he always did. Turns out if his daughter is not living in a gold palace which 10000 servants, it is not good enough.Â
  - Oliver, youâve gotten bigger. - Mr. Forrest said in the tone he sparred only for Y/N and his grandchildren. Ollie tightened his hold on Sebastianâs leg, slightly pushing on his trousers so he could be held up. Sebastian lowered down to pick him up. - Sebastian, I assume youâve gotten the business deal with the Carranos. My family has a reputation to uphold.
  - Dad, no mob talk in the house. - Y/N crossed her arms, coming over to Sebastianâs side. - No mob talk in front of the children either.Â
  - Iâm sorry, sweetheart. Itâs important business, you know that. - she moved her attention to Ollie who had his head on Sebastianâs shoulder. - Itâs okay, bubba. Itâs just grandpa. Donât you wanna go with Nate and Lizzie to the winter fair?
  - No. - he turned his face away from his mum, hiding in Sebastianâs shoulder.
  - Aw bud, what about Santa? Donât you wanna see Santa?
  - Is Santa gonna be there, daddy?
  - Of course he is. - Sebastian bolstered. - You have to tell Santa what you want for Christmas.Â
  - And make sure Lizzie doesnât ask for a lot? - the four year old commented before being put on the ground. Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife as the three children were met by Dan.Â
  - They need to be here before 9, dad. Not 10 or 11. - Y/N pointed out. - Lizzie is in a running phase so hold her hand at all times and Ollie gets overwhelmed with big crowds. Nate can calm him down but it always shakes him a bit.Â
  - Itâll be fine, sweetheart.
Sebastian kept a tight hold on Y/N as they said goodbye to the kids who all left with her father and Dan, leaving the two alone in a now very silent penthouse. They didnât like not having the children around, mostly out of overprotectiveness. The two of them hadnât had particularly healthy relationships with their parents or idillic childhoods and Y/N had just started to have a relationship with her father and motherâs side of the family, so the two liked to spend their free time trying to make their childrenâs childhood as good as they could.Â
  - They are going to be fine, angel. - Sebastian kissed her temple.
  - But Ollie ...
  - Ollie is gonna be fine. Heâs like his mumma. - he pulled her away from the door and into an embrace. - Besides, when was the last time we spent some time just the two of us?
  - How old is Lizzie? - she teased. - You know my dad, he always talks about ... mob stuff.
  - Angel, itâs fine. Heâs not exactly gonna give them a Ted talk on the mob.Â
  - I know but you know how the kids are. Ollie doesnât like big crowds and Lizzie is always running.
  - Nate is there. Heâll watch over them. I might be starting to think you just donât want to spend alone time with me.Â
  - Itâs not that. I love you. - she leaned forward. - Itâs just ... itâs gonna be my birthday soon which means itâs gonna be my mumâs ... you know the anniversary of it. I keep thinking about the kids and if theyâre safe and if something was to happen to them, I just, I couldnât bare it.
  - You think Iâm gonna let anything happen to you or to my children? - he cocked his head to the side. - Theyâd be dead if they even thought it. Theyâd be dead if they even made one of my kids cry. You got nothing to worry about, okay? Besides, your dad would probably let people kill me first then touch you or the babies.Â
  - Donât say that. I donât want anything to happen to you either.Â
  - Angel as long as youâre married to me Iâm not going anywhere. Even if you werenât ... Iâd probably not go anywhere either.Â
  - Stalker, much? - she joked.
  - Oh, yes, I am obsessed with you. - he kissed her. - What should we do today?
  - Do you have any candles?
  - Are we going to summon the spirits?Â
  - No but you could drip wax over me.Â
  - Angel, youâre toying with me.Â
  - Not really, I was hoping youâd toy with me.
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nsfw a-z JUNKYU (treasure)
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
lots of cuddles and stroking your skin. he wants to make you feel calmer than you did even before the scene, calm enough to fall asleep. he can sense when youâre back to being your usual self but the softness doesnât stop.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
he has two favourites on his own body and on you! on him, itâs his lips and his legs. his legs because well itâs junkyu he has fabulous legs duh. and his lips because he constantly notices you staring at them. he bites them on purpose when he sees you staring at them and knows that you want to kiss them 24/7
on you, he likes your hair and your fingers the most. he likes the way your fingers wrap around his dick and how you tease the tip with your index finger, sending him straight to heaven. and he likes to stroke your hair. he knows it sends shivers down your spine when youâre already turned on.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he definitely looks forward to seeing you covered in his cum. even if you let him cum inside you, he doesnât because he wants to see it actually on your body. he lovessss watching it trickle down your fingers before you suck it off them and also clean the remaining liquid off his dick too. he also sometimes has you take selfies on his phone after heâs finished all over your face for a later date.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
when you sit by him in your short dresses and skirts, he wants to do nothing more than to slowly inch his hand up your inner thigh and finger you, making you leave a damp patch on the seat, but heâs nervous that other people in the room might notice.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
2 different partners, one of which was a long time girlfriend, the other a one night stand. he can be romantic, he can be distant, he knows it all. heâs still a little shy with saying things out loud, but that doesnât affect his skill and will happily discuss things via text.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
ride him and heâll be your whiney little bitch. donât get me wrong, heâs still in charge, but the noises and the faces he pulls have you fooled for a second. he doesnât have a preference, reverse cowgirl and cowgirl are even, both get him to cum quicker than any other position.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
heâs a silly guy, you think thatâs gonna stop just because heâs got his dick out? heâs so loving, even if you are friends with benefits, he just wants to make you smile and to make you feel comfortable and safe, as well as making himself feel comfortable too. a tense atmosphere is only saved for those scenes where you are mad at each other.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
heâs always completely shaved. balls too :)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
heâs a huge romantic and is solely focused on you. even if heâs desperate, heâs still gonna make it loving and share lots of intimate moments with you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he takes his time when it comes to masturbation. he wants to set the scene in his mind as takes a lot to actually turn him on when you arenât there. he usually gets off at his desk to those pics heâs taken of you or to just his imagination. he gets caught by his members a lot, but he somehow convinces them heâs just working on a song.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he loves when you call him sir or master, especially when you look at him all innocently. it lets him know that you know your place and that he has you wrapped around his little finger. call him one of these in a sfw context and thatâs when you know youâre in for a good time.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
studio or at his desk in his room. although it not ideal for his job, the best sex usually happens when youâre distracting him from something you can tell that heâs stressed with. giving him head while heâs working or while heâs gaming usually gets him really turned on and as much as heâs saying that you guys canât do anything at the time, you definitely can and will.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
pictures of you! itâs not secret that he has a folder of pictures of you that he uses to get off to. your selfieâs alone really turn him on, especially the ones where you have your fingers in your mouth. but of course thereâs plenty of nudes and little teasers in there too. and those pics of your face covered in him cum of course.
lingerie!! boy loves seeing you in the sexiest pieces and sets, so much so that he doesnât mind splashing the cash and buying you some as a âjust becauseâ gift. heâs very gentle (most of the time) and does not rip them because theyâre stunning on you! but sometimes he gets carried away and tugs on them a little too much while pulling you towards him.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
no food play. itâs too messy and too much of a hassle after a scene when heâs super tired.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
my mind always goes to junkyu getting head under his desk while heâs producing a song, tell me that wouldn't be hot. i can imagine him to be quite whiney but he just lets you do your thing without telling you how to suck it. running the underneath of your tongue over the tip is for sure something that he CRAVES. if he asks he gets, but he just wants you to do it anyway without even being asked.
his oral skills arenât anything special, theyâre good enough, but he gets you so worked up beforehand that the slightest touch will make you cum. he loves to press little kisses against your inner thighs before actually getting to eating you out.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
most times, he wants it slow. he wants to drag out every last moment and make the most of everything and so he keeps the pace slow. he doesnât wanna tire you or himself out, knowing that youâll both crave more after the first round. but sometimes heâs a little desperate, thereâs nothing slow about it when heâs like this.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
heâs not a fan at first, but you soon show him the wonders of quickies in a vacant room where you can get caught, and heâs craving them all the damn time. he becomes a quickie lover and sometimes all he needs is to be satisfied for a while.
honestly though, he wouldnât choose them over somewhere comfortable like your bedroom and wonders why youâd rather do stuff quickly when you could just wait a few more hours and get ruined properly. if only he understood that sometimes, you just cannot wait, and that itâs all his fault.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he gets excited at just the mere thought of experiments and venturing into a new world with you. the potential danger of literally anything out of the ordinary happening is something that really gets him going. heâs down to try anything once if you are, but he gets a little shy about discussing them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
usually 2 rounds with a small break in the middle for water and such. he can last around 15 minutes per round inside of you and heâs pretty proud of himself for that lmao, especially since heâs receiving head for like 20 mins lol
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he loves knowing that you use toys when heâs not around, it gets him horny to think about you holding a vibrator against your clit while you think about him. but i donât think such toys would be welcome in the bedroom while he was there.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
angry/jealous sex, there is no teasing at all. he gets what he wants and thatâs it, thereâs nothing in it for you (or so he thinks). if you donât cum thatâs your problem because heâs given you ample opportunity.
normal, âeverydayâ sex, is full of teasing, especially when it comes to giving you oral/foreplay. thereâs lots of kissing, lots of orgasm denial and LOTS of touches and kisses. pressing light kisses onto your clothed clit was his signature move, just one had you wanting to cum sometimes.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
heâs whiney as FUCK okay. heâs very loud,you can definitely hear him, maybe even some other people too hehe. sometimes he sends you voice notes of him moaning when he knows youâre horny and alone. heâs not really into dirty talk because he doesnât want to say anything that will ruin the mood.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he runs his hand through his hair A LOT while you two are being intimate, especially when your lips are wrapped around his length. usually his hair gets sweaty and also, he wants to see you, so you catch him brushing it out of his face a lot.
heâs definitely a tits man. he loves to hold them, sleep on them, suck on them, whatever you/he wants. he holds them while he fucks you because he knows it hurts, itâs a win win. they arenât always sexual to him either, theyâre just another part of you that he can admire (but heâs too shy to compliment you on them and also thinks it would be kinda weird if he did lol)
he. kisses. you. constantly. the kisses are often broken by the thrusts but he doesnât care and he actually thinks it makes the whole thing more romantic.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
just over average length with a litter under average thickness. i think heâs a show-er too.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
honestly, not that high. he goes through spells of not wanting any to wanting it twice a day, but on the whole, it's not extraordinarily high nor low
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
heâs pretty tired, but he doesnât want to fall asleep until you have or youâve said itâs okay for him to sleep. heâs a little groggy so you usually make him go to sleep whenever, but itâs also really cute đĽş
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from neon genesis evangelion, vol. 12
The Mysterious Stranger
The Anime, the Manga, and the Mark Twain Novella
"God will provide for this kitten." "What makes you think so?" Ursula's eyes snapped with anger. "Because I know it!" she said. "Not a sparrow falls to the ground without His seeing it." "But it falls, just the same. What good is seeing it fall?"
âfrom The Mysterious Stranger
There is a short novel by Mark Twain, written near the end of his life and published posthumously, entitled The Mysterious Stranger. The tale is set in a small village in 16th century Austria, where three boys one day meet a young man different from themselves: "he had new and good clothes on, and was handsome and had a winning face and a pleasant voice, and was easy and graceful and unembarrassed, not slouchy and awkward and diffident, like other boys."
The mysterious stranger starts to do small but amazing tricks for themâcausing water to turn to ice; conjuring grapes and bread out of air; even making birds that can fly out of clay. At last one boy, the story's narrator, works up the courage to ask the stranger who he is:
"'An angel,' he said, quite simply, and set another bird free and clapped his hands and made it flyaway."
The angel then proceeds to really impress them by making an entire toy castle, complete with five hundred miniature soldiers and workmen that move around by themselves. Naturally the boys get involved with this ultimate playset, making their own knights and cannon and cavalry, and although they get rather nervous again when the angel reveals his name is Satan, he assures them he is not that Satan, but only named after the fallen one.
"We others are still ignorant of sin; we are not able to commit it; we are without blemish, and we shall abide in that estate always." Distracted by two of the miniature workmen, "Satan reached out his hand and crushed the life out of them with his fingers... and went on talking where he had left off: 'We cannot do wrong; neither have we any disposition to do it, for we do not know what it is." Horrified as the other boys are, "he made us drunk with the joy of being with him and of looking into the heaven of his eyes, and of feeling the ecstasy that thrilled along our veins from the touch of his hand.'"
Yes, Kaworu Nagisa made quite an impression on the fans of Neon Genesis Evange/ion, despite the fact that, in the original broadcast version of the TV show (before it got all director's-cutted, box-setted, special-editioned, and platinum-lined) he shows up for only slightly less than thirteen minutes of total screen time, the climax of which being an entire minute where nothing happens at all.
That's what being a beautiful angel will do for you, especially when you make the most of your thirteen minutes on Earth by having a Whirlwind romance with the main character that ends in a lover's quarrel with Prog Knives and finally a voluntary martyrdom at the hand of your boy here. Relationships don't come any more tragic than that of Kaworu Nagisa and Shinji Ikari, and when fans (including this one) first saw it on TV, the affair was so brief and shocking the story logic of it didn't click in until much later.
In the anime, Kaworu is acknowledged as the Final Messenger, and, of all the Angels Shinji has to fight, this is the most ruthless battle, won at the highest possible cost to himself. It took even longer for me to realize that the showdown in episode 24 had also taken us full circle from Shinji's first fight in episodes 1 and 2, which emphasized his personal helplessness against the looming Angel Sachiel. Against Kaworu, it is the Angel who becomes the small, helpless figure, while Shinji is represented only by the gargantuan, frightful helm and arm of his Eva Unit-O1. We never see Shinji's human face once throughout the whole final minute of decision.
So as Col. Trautman would have said instead of Major Katsuragi, "It's over, Shinji! IT'S OVER!" Kaworu v. Shinji (or Kaworu x Shinji, in the doujinshi) was the big final showdown between humanity and the Angels. And with the outcome leaving Shinji at his most wretched ever, wouldn't it be nice if everyone just diedâyour wish being Eva's command, as it turns out that fortunately humanity hardly ever needed the Angels to slaughter itself.
"I am perishing alreadyâI am failingâI am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever...But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!"
âfrom The Mysterious Stranger
Satan's words near the end of Mark Twain's story also uncannily prefigure the end of the world and the Instrumentality project, both of which follow his death in the TV show in such quick order you picture Anno as a hairnetted fry cook dinging the counter bell. By now you see Sadamoto's handling of Kaworu, and perhaps nothing illustrates the different experiences of the manga and the anime better than his handling of this critical character.
No longer the last Angel to be fought, Kaworu actually becomes an active Eva pilot and fights an Angelâthe dude even has the nerve to observe the fight is fixed, based on his knowledge of SEELE's prophecies. Sadamoto of course introduces him at an earlier point in the narrativeâat the equivalent of episode 19's endâand then sends him to NERV near the equivalent of episode 22's beginningâbefore certain important events, to put it mildly, can occur. When one notes this kind of thing, of course, it's important to restate that the Evangelion manga has always been a separate but equal "official" version of Eva, with no particular obligation to align itself with the anime, and indeed it was with Book Five, the first released after The End of Evangelion, that Sadamoto began to truly seem free to go in his own direction.
Nevertheless, as the "other" official version of the Eva story, it is reasonable for fans to view it as an "alternate history" relative to the anime, and the way Kaworu has been introduced makes us realize the manga may end very differently indeed. Despite the fact we know here that Kaworu is an Angel from the very beginning, he appears destined to at least hang around long enough to pick up a few paychecks. It's not clear when your health benefits kick in at NERV, although if Ritsuko is your primary caregiver it might be best to forego them.
Sadamoto's remarks upon visiting the U.S. in 2003 indicated that the Eva manga might (might) be planned as a twelve-volume series in all. There is still plenty of room for speculation, as the slow working pace to which the artist himself often refers has of late become almost relativisticâas of this writing, it has been eight months since Sadamoto has drawn a new installment of Eva in Japan, and hence a Volume Ten is nowhere in sight. It may be small comfort, but those of you reading this are pretty much in the same drifting boat as the Japanese fans.
"An angel's love is sublime, adorable, divine, beyond the imagination of manâinfinitely beyond it! But it is limited to his own august order. If it fell upon one of your race for only an instant, it would consume its object to ashes. No, we cannot love men but we can be harmlessly indifferent to them; we can also like them, sometimes."
âfrom The Mysterious Stranger
And with Book Nine we see the most staggering difference thus far between the manga and the anime; Sadamoto's Shinji doesn't even like Kaworu, much less love him. Of course, you could say the less-ethereal Kaworu of the manga is harder to love. I can't believe Sadamoto had him tell Rei he thought she'd be "heftier." And yet he did.
I don't think any A.T. Fields actually got penetrated in the anime; while I do think Shinji felt sexually attracted to Kaworu, and that you the audience are supposed to feel that he felt it, what Kaworu himself thought was a very different matter. Like Rei, I believe Kaworu to be innocentâcoyly, he appears not to be so, because while Rei needed to be reached out to, Kaworu has come to reach out; whereas Rei has spent her existence being observed; Kaworu has come to observe.
Indeed, in the manga, Shinji's irritation about Kaworu's invasion of his personal space seems almost a parody of his attitude in the anime. In the TV show, when Kaworu put his hand on Shinji's, he flinched but did not pull away; whereas in the manga it's easy to imagine Shinji slugging him. Instead he goes to run after Rei, hoping to get closer to her again.
I hardly think the change reflects any phobia on Sadamoto's part (after all, we even get to see Shinji's "Unit One" in the manga), but the fact the manga Shinji is less emotionally bleak and empty, and hence less vulnerable. Shinji's just as negative in the manga, of course, but it's an active variety, rather than the passive negative creep (in the best Nirvana song sense) we know from the anime. We don't have to imagine him slugging Gendo; from the look of surprise on Dad's face in Book Seven he would have smacked the beard off his face if Kaji hadn't stopped him.
Neither is Shinji in a positive emotional situation where we leave him here, either; indeed at this point in the manga there's arguably no one he can turn toâthe more brutal fate that befell Toji has cut him off from his school friends, Rei has become hesitant, Kaji is dead, and his perennial self-esteem booster Asuka is going to need to rebuild her internal supply before she can even get back to calling him a loser and idiot.
So, like Misato trying to put her own hand on Shinji's, all I can do for now while we wait for Sadamoto-sensei is to recommend for your winter vacation reading list The Mysterious Stranger, which I can almost guarantee will give you new angles to think about Kaworu, and may even earn you class credit besides. A quick look at the novel's comments on Amazon list a teacher who says fundamentalist students walked out of his class when he taught it; another compares it to The Matrix; those who dislike it call it "sick," "bitter," and "twisted." Sounds like good old Evangelion to me!
âCarl Gustav Horn
[a drawing of Kaworu holding a kitten]
Although The Mysterious Stranger can also be found in a number of print editions, including The Portable Mark Twain from Penguin (haw haw), the story, being from the days when mp3s came on shellacked cylinders, is legally available online at http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/TwaMyst.html. The same site has a book called The Holy Bible, King James Version, which fans of Evangelion might also enjoy, although it's technically "Editor's Choice."
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Gorillaz: Plastic Beach
mAh, nostalgia. This album was my high school years. I got a digital copy for my birthday from my mom and became obsessed with this album well into college. The dominance of electronica, the use of people with great voices, the expansion of the lore, Lou Reed...this album was all of music when I got it. It's my favorite Gorillaz album and it looks like it's gonna stay that way for a while. But how is it on a not even approaching semi-objective level? Let's find out.
1. Orchestral Intro
You can probably guess it by my awful taste but I'm not really into orchestra. This opening though, with the sound of waves and the mourning instruments, really tipped me off that I was in for something different. This album wasn't going to start off with something chill or even a zombie movie clip. No, at this point, Gorillaz were officially done fucking around.
10/10
2. Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach
Then we get the brass leading us into a good beat and then HOLY SHIT, SNOOP DOGG?! He leads us in like a bandleader while a chorus of women back him up Just Like That while he goes with his usual flow. He adds the needed touch of instant cool to an album that's practically frozen with the artists already on it and with this song, it feels like you're walking past the gate into Disneyland.
9/10
3. White Flag
Some nice Arabian sounding instruments on this one. Pretty cool for Gorillaz to keep engaging in world music. Anyway, this was a really cool instrumental but it's time to move on to the other son---
Huh?
Suddenly, we get beeps and mixes backing up Bashy and Kano as they kick so much ass talking about pacifism for the sake of survival. This song kicks an undisputed amount of ass and it barely even tries.
9/10
4. Rhinestone Eyes
What I like about this song is that I keep finding new things to like about it as the years go back. First, I liked the weirdly-threatening nature of the song along with the woman moaning in time with the verses. Then I liked the video (even though it was insanely shady of EMI to release that without Damon's and Jamie's permission and it ended up being the thing that led to Phase 3's premature ending and Gorillaz going on hiatus). Then I liked the continuation of the moaning that I first noticed in live performances then finally heard in the song itself. This song is like Rolexes falling from the sky.
10/10
5. Stylo
Ah, the first single from the album. I remember telling my dad about this when I first saw the video for it. I was about to write off Gorillaz as a relic of my past before I saw Murdoc and 2D get run off the road by Bruce Willis. This song has an awesome bridge by Yasiin Bey, nice crooning by Damon Albarn and incredible back-up by Bobby Womack, who manages to lift the entire song over his head using just his voice. Damn, wish he had another song that put his voice on full display. Maybe later in the album...
10/10
6. Superfast Jellyfish
Yeah, De La Soul is back! And they're singing about TV dinners! Seriously, these guys can make guessing crossword actually fun instead of a dredging experience and have Shiny Toy Guns frontman Chad Petree singing about radioactive seas brings the whole thing home. It makes you want to really go out and eat a random jellyfish but don't do that. It'll hurt.
11/10
7. Empire Ants
Okay, before I give this song its totally fair score, it should be noted this is my third favorite song of all time. I love Damon's reassuring lyrics in the beginning but the switch in the middle to a more upbeat electronic pop tune pushes this song past perfect.
Then there's Little Dragon...
This song introduced to me to Yukimi Nagano's voice and wow...I didn't think humans could sound like that, let alone an Asian woman singing soul. If you think the instruments are carrying her here, obviously there are clearly no other songs on the album that showcase her talents so I have to recommend After The Rain, Twice and Constant Surprises by Little Dragon. Seriously, this woman's voice will water your fucking crops.
500/10
8. Glitter Freeze
Where is north from here? Don't ask me, I'm not a compass. Anyway, this song has Mark E. Smith from The Fall and they use him to his fullest extent...by which I mean letting him make an absolutely evil fucking laugh somewhere near the end. The instrumentation makes it feel like you're in a storm on a shaky ship and you're definitely going to feel like you need some pills after you're finished. This stuff will put hair on your chest.
11/10
9. Some Kind of Nature
This song introduced me to Lou Reed and I'm grateful to it for that. Lou was a shitty dude but damn his voice really made things better than they should have been. Fuck, I was one of the eight defenders of Lulu for this reason. But Damon doesn't sit with his thumbs up his ass on this song. He holds his own and makes the chorus sound legitimately dreamlike. All we are is stars, indeed.
100/10
10. On Melancholy Hill
This song is awesome to chill to...unless you're escaping a cruise ship while being gunned down by fighter jets. But other than that particular example, I recommend this song for anyone trying to relax while thinking of someone special. But be careful with the last note of this song. That gong can be a real eye opener.
9/10
11. Broken
Bummer of a song but if there's one song you absolutely NEED to learn on melodica, it's this one. Aren't we all broken? Well I am. And this song speaks to me.
10/10
12. Sweepstakes
Yasiin's back and there's gonna be trouble. He plays a carny in this track and you know that no matter how many times you listen to this song, you'll always gonna fall for his schemes. He's gone on to say that this is one of his finest achievements as a MC and I can see why.
10/10
13. Plastic Beach
Holy shit, they got the 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover guy on this track. Makes since because this, outside of Empire Ants, is my favorite song on the album. The harmony, the little imp they got for the bridge, the triangle...everything makes this song better than it has any right to be on an already awesome album. Damn, plastico indeed.
200/10
14. To Binge
Shock of all shocks, Yukimi's back! And it's a duet with Damon! And it's a song about a relationship torn apart by addiction! It's not my birthday so it must be Christmas. These two manage to drown the listen in waves of audio goodness that leaves them feeling like they spent 3 minutes and 56 seconds standing under a waterfall.
20/10
15. Cloud of Unknowing
Okay, I cried to this song. And now, with Bobby Womack's passing, I cry even harder. This song should be an anime ending with how solemn it is but you need to listen to the end to hear, "It may bring sunshine on its wings." Also, Damon covered this song live after Womack's passing. I suggest you look it up because it is tear-ripping.
50/10
16. Pirate Jet
Eh. Pretty average song compared to the others on the album but I appreciate the message. Sweet Lord, people. Turn off your shit when you're not using it. We only got one planet and I don't trust Elon Musk.
8/10
Album Score: 60.1/10
Whoo! No biases! Anyway, next week is The Fall, otherwise known as the album Albarn did on his Ipad. Otherotherwise known as the album a significant portion of the fandom has a hate-on for. Does it deserve the hate? We'll find out!
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relaxâiâm nervous too
description: something short and sweet member: jeongin / i.n. word count: 2.2k genre: fluff, implied best friends to lovers au, first date au, summer au notes: innie went on vlive then i remembered that this has been sitting on my drafts since i posted hwangâs guide to gardening lmao
You wonder if you should hold Jeonginâs hand as you walk down the natural slope of the road, eyes fleeting down to his hands hidden inside his long coatâs pockets. You are, after all, in the middle of quite a packed crowd on this particular Sundayâitâs dangerously easy to lose each other (especially you since you havenât been exactly the most attentive to the people coming from the opposite direction)âand the sidewalkâs quite steep since itâs, first and foremost, a hill. Also, itâs not like you havenât done it before; holding onto Jeongin in any way is a long-established habit of yours formed at the first instance he declared you as his best friend years ago.
Holding onto Jeongin in this situation, from a casual standpoint, is the most logical thing to doâexcept this situation is anything but casual. Itâs your first date ever and your first date with Jeongin, your best friend since forever. Holding his hand without permission, along with the other kinds of skinship that you used to initiate for this matter, meant nothing that can easily be misinterpreted before but now itâs suddenly everything. I donât want to seem too clingy, you frown to yourself absentmindedly, almost tripping on your walk in the process.
Jeongin immediately seems to notice even when heâs walking slightly ahead of you, turning around and placing a concerned hand to your upper arm that does nothing but fluster you more. He doesnât tell you but heâs noticed this entire time that you seemed really nervous and itâs not helping his own nervousness at all.
âYou okay?â He takes a step closer to you in order to avoid bumping into other people as the two of you stop in the middle of the crowd, pure concern in his eyes since itâs the second time youâve tripped on nothing.
Unconsciously, the two of you both contemplate if the questionâs asking if youâre okay from your small accident or if youâre okay despite acting a bit off and distant.
Quickly recovering, you muster up a smile. âIâm fine.â You take a step forward, a gesture that you continue moving. Assured, he follows and the two of you resume walking, his hand immediately sliding down to yours when you try returning them to your own coat pockets.
âI noticed.â He points out sheepishly, as if heâs still unsure if he should bring it up. âRelaxâyouâre making me nervous too.â
âSorry.â You squeeze his hand as you steal a glance in his direction, catching the way he briefly returns your look with a small smile. Heâs flushed red, nervous too, while trying to look past the people ahead of you for the building youâve been looking for. âI was justâoverthinking about holding your hand. Itâs silly, I know.â
But he shakes his head no. âItâs not, I was wondering the same thing, too.â He then touches the nape of his neck with his free hand, chuckling to diffuse the awkwardness.
Somehow, it calms you down knowing that youâre on the same page.
âOh, hey, weâre here.â Jeongin points to an old building across the street, showcasing endless racks of clothes and trinket shops. Thereâs no sign or any identification for the building itself, Jeongin just knew from the old cinema next to it that serves as a landmark.
Thank God the road to this particular shopping district is closed on the weekends.
The two of you cross the street along, careful of avoiding the chalk drawings and the people squatted over them on the ground. You make a mental note of thisâand the flyer for a music festival later posted on the streetlight that meets you at your destinationâfor later.
âTry this one!âÂ
âThis one suits you!â
When youâve completely mastered how to efficiently navigate the maze that is the thrift shop you and Jeongin found yourself in (which only took some 30 minutes actually), the two of you immediately tackled the shops with clothes and shoe racks that caught your eyes. Exchanging clothing suggestions, buying trinkets you donât actually need but found too adorable not to buy, thinking of what you could do to upgrade certain pieces, trying to haggle for some of the more unique pieces youâve found (with decent success), and playing with the occasional toys you found on display in your way, you feel more at ease with each other nowâas if itâs just another hangout and not your first official date.
âI like this denim so much. I think we look rather cute!â You stand in front of a full mirror next to Jeongin who looks back at you through your reflections with a matching denim jacket you found hanging above your heads while you were looking at jumpsuits. âWe can paint these and put the pins we bought on them andââ
You stop yourself from talking immediately when you notice Jeongin trying to stifle a giggle, making you laugh. Instinctively, he covers his face in embarrassment, âWhat?â
âYouâre smiling so much!â You canât help but smile now too, turning your head to him so that youâre looking directly at him and not through your reflections. âWhatâs getting you all so giggly?â
He initially shakes his head no, teasing with a smile, but you insist. â...You said âwe.ââ
Your heart melts right there and then. âWell, yeah, theyâre matching denims after all?â You tease despite knowing what he meant. âIâm not going to layer these on myself.â
Youâve done a lot of things together, thereâs no doubt about that, but now itâs just a little bit differentâbut for a good reason. It makes you feel strangely excited.
âOkay, yeah, I agree, we do look cute in these. You, especially.â He concludes, a wide grin still on his face, before taking out his phone and putting an arm on your shoulder. âCan we take a pic?â
He ends up snapping a handful photos of the two of you, making a mental note to change his wallpaper later when he gets home.
âDo you think the auntie can give us some kind of couplesâ discount.â You joke as you shed off the jacket, feeling more light and free now that youâre doing something with Jeongin.
âYouâre doing it again!âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
ââCouple.ââÂ
You roll your eyes playfully, elbowing him on his side as he takes off his jacket. âYou asked me on this date and youâre suddenly nervous about the word âcoupleâ?âÂ
Even though, itâs your turn teasing him now, you did feel the same jittery feeling of calling the two of you a couple. Itâs such a long jump from calling each other best friends, especially since youâve grown accustomed to it for years.Â
âNo, I like the sound of it.â Jeongin is quick to defend himself when heâs fully recovered from your sudden attack. You laugh because it took him a while.Â
Also, you did manage to get a discount after that.
On the way out, you spot a corridor that leads to an adjacent building. Tugging on Jeonginâs arm, you excitedly point it out, specifically the paintings hanging on the walls that peek out from your limited view. âShould we check this out?â
Itâs not like the two of you had anything planned specifically for the day besides checking out the thrift shopâyou wanted to eat lunch in between, of course (since itâs nearing 2 PM) but somehow you didnât want to sit down yet.
And Jeongin seems to agree. âYeah, letâs go.â The two of you then make a turn, heading to the mysterious corridor instead of back outside.
Walking in the other building, it immediately dawns on the two of you that itâs the old cinema Jeongin referred to as the thrift shopâs landmark, remodeled into a more open space with art galleries, snack stands, and other upscale stores, especially him. It suddenly made him extra nervous as the two of you look around while walking over to the art gallery that has caught your eye, displayed at very center where the light from the clear ceiling seems to be focusing its light on.
Jeongin wanted to check this place out for the longest time since he asked his dad where he could take you on a first date. Watching a movie at the old cinema wouldâve been your second dateâif you agreed to it, of courseâbut here you are.
âWe can eat lunch here afterwards.â Jeongin points to a couple of mall restaurants as the two of you approach the displays. He also notices that thereâs still a theater on the highest floorâheâs noticing a lot of things, actually, taking notes for later. âOr maybe check out the jewelry shop over there.â
âLucky I spotted the corridor, âno?â You briefly look at him from examining a painting of a girl and flowers, a proud smile on your face. âItâs really coolâespecially if you think about how it used to be a cinema!â
He nods in agreement, matching your slow pace of moving from painting to painting to appreciate the details of the work on display. âYou know, my parents used to go here a lot.â
âReally? Is that how you knew about the thrift shop?â
âYeah...â He then briefly ponders over telling you the rest. â...They also went on their first date here at the cinema.â
Oh.
Oh.
âWas that too much?â He asks, following with a nervous chuckle. Are you supposed to say that on a first date? All the gears in his head turn to panicking internally. âItâs justââ
âNo, itâs notâIâmââ You stutter out, looking at him fully now instead of the paintings. Youâre almost done circling around the entire display, anyway. âIâm honored...is that the right word? Like I feel really happyâlike I can boast this to Seungmin and the others and go, âyup, Jeongin took me to a very special place for our first date last summerâ when school starts again.ââI can say that, right?â
âItâs...itâs not weird or anything?âÂ
âWhy would it be?â You shrug nonchalantly, curious as to where this conversation is going. âThis is like your parentsâ cool date suggestion or something.â
âIf you say it that way, it makes it look like our dateâs very unoriginal.â He pouts in frustration, making you giggle.
Shaking your head, you counter, âNo, it doesnât because even when the place is the same, itâs still ours in a wayâlike, did Mr. and Mrs. Yang buy matching denim jackets and questionable statement pins at the thrift shop? Or checked out this amazing installation?â
âNo, definitely not.â You manage to return a smile on his face. âIn fact, they didnât go on a Sunday so they couldnât enjoy the night music festival.â
âYou caught that too?â His eyes widen.Â
âDo you want to go later?âÂ
âIf we can draw on the road too with chalk!â
It fully sinks on Jeongin that this is, in fact, your very first date and, hopefully, the first of many. He suddenly feels excited to tell his parents later all the things they missed out on this shopping district when he gets home later. âOkay, deal. Letâs eat first, though, Iâm starving!â
âChicken?âÂ
âChicken, yes please.â
You leave the cinema-turned-mall late since you both decided on drinking iced coffee and eating fries after your meal. Returning to the outside world somewhere around 5 PM, hands now naturally clasped together, you buy chalk on a nearby stationery store then cross the street, finding a spot after 10 minutes amidst the long stretch of already painted road.
Itâs almost the end of the day so most people are on the other lane, waiting for the night music festival under tents set up by the organizers. Still, that didnât stop the two of you from doodling along with some children, couples, and friends.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask after a while, peering over Jeonginâs shoulder curiously.
âIâm drawing a fox and a rabbit.â He points out, the mismatched colors heâs used used making you laugh. âGuess whoâs who.â
âWe have red and white colors hereâwhere have you ever seen a pink fox and a pink rabbit?â You chuckle, glancing back at your own own work of making a bouquet of flowers.
âJust this morning when you were blushing so hard about holding my handââ He teases cheekily, earning him a slap on the arm. ââHey, I mean, I was too!â
âYou talk like you werenât so giggly about me referring to ourselves as a couple.â Youâre the one pouting this time, but lightheartedly. âIâm erasing your card on this bouquet.â
âYou wouldnât!âÂ
âYes, I can!â
The playful banter eventually makes you laugh that you almost stumbled and accidentally sat down on the road before Jeongin steadied you with his dust-free hand on your arm. When youâve recovered, you go back to working on your chalk drawings.
âHold on, let me take a photo.â You whip out your phone once the two of you are done, standing over your drawings and giggling all the way. Jeongin drew, as mentioned, a fox and a rabbit walking around buildings and under âJeongin and Y/N were hereâ in big letters. You, on the other hand, drew a bouquet with a message and two people in matching denim jackets. âThis is so cute.â
While you take photos, Jeongin decides on reading aloud the note youâve written along with the bouquet. ââJeongin and Y/Nâs first date, summer â20. Letâs make more memories like this together!ââ He then turns to you, now done taking photos. âWeâre going on a second date?â
âArenât we?â You look up at him despite the feeling of heat rising from your neck. âToday was funânot disastrous like they say about first dates, we can accidentally do those later.â
You really are looking forward to a second date nowâand a third, fourth, fifth...
Meanwhile, it feels like a weight is lifted of Jeonginâs chest and his first instinct is to pull you into a hug. âIâm glad.â He rests his chin on your crown. âLetâs go on that second date soon.â
âAnd go back here in the future, I like it here.â You hug him back, relieved that youâre still, even at the end of the day, on the same page. âMaybe they do have really good movies at the old cinema, we didnât check.â
Jeongin only chuckles at this now. âSounds like a promising future date.âÂ
Later that night, the two of you enjoy lively music at the night music festival, jumping around, dancing, and singing to the songs both familiar and unfamiliar.
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KunTen Masterlist Part 4
AO3
1. Â we don't know how to talk, but damn, we know how to fuck by flowerhairclips
Summary:Â Itâs hilarious to Ten how they ended up fucking on the regular, because Kun was so uptight and didnât at all look like the type to have several pornhub webpages open on his incognito browser that reflected all the kinks he had hidden underneath his collared shirts and slacks. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
2. Lords and Ladies by Mntsnflrs
Summary:Â How galling it must have been to see a common whore beside the throne, his hands in the Kingâs hair, lips against the Kingâs ear. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot
3. Doctor's Orders by Fire_shockk
Summary:Â Ten gets some upsetting orders from his doctor, and Kun is there to make sure he goes through with it. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
4. Summer Stars by Mntsnflrs
Summary: He never asked for favours, so when he did, Kun agreed without asking questions. Rating: Mature Status: Completed Trigger: Descriptions of injuriesÂ
5. Now your mess is mine by Livvinamess
Summary: Courting him like an omega would court a beta, and that was a problem, because Kun wasn't one. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
6. supernova beat by taeyomi (buttercream)
Summary: For the record, Kun didnât free fall into love with Ten. It was a painstakingly gradual process, but in hindsight, it probably started that very day. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
7. back to black by rendawnie
Summary: Kun hums under his breath. His wrists ache from the leather straps that had bound him yesterday, during a particularly bad episode. Theyâd had to restrain him. Ten would have been proud, he thinks to himself. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Trigger: Self-Harm, Mental Illness
8. when the time comes by kuntenjohnil
Summary: Ten summons a human familiar? Rating: Teen Status: One-ShotÂ
9. bewitched by andnowforyaya
Summary: Kun and Ten move into their starter home outside of the city and throw a housewarming party. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
10. i'm gonna bed into you like a cat prance into a beanbag by eatthatup
Summary: All he does is smile, widely, because he loves them, because heâs happy that Ten is happy, because heâs glad they can share such intimate moments. Sometimes it makes him emotional. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot
11. Perfect Little Family by oonymay
Summary:Â In which Kun and Ten find a crying child in a forest and naturally decide that raising it in secret is the best option. And therein begins a battle with languages, the meaning of home and feelings. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
12. I Literally Hate You by RainbowDonkeys
Summary: Roommates Ten and Kun hate each other and they decide to hate-fuck. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
13. Totally Showed Him! by pinkfire
Summary:Â If Ten is so fed up, he can just put Kun in his place, show him that he canât just step all over Ten whenever he wants. Whatâs the worst that could happen? Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
14. it's only up from here by unconscious
Summary:Â Ten can't quite ask for what he wants. Kun is determined to figure it out. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
15. don't you go by angstonly
Summary:Â one reunion and way too many drinks later, kun and ten find each other in the same situation that led to them drifting apart two years ago Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot
16. dark white room by rainingover
Summary: Ten visits Kun in the prison wing of the ship. Rating: Explicit Status: CompletedÂ
17. How Iâve waited by crazvdream
Summary:Â In which Kun and Ten are both dumbasses who donât know how to express their love. They get there eventually. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
18. Interest by EbbaTriesToWrite
Summary:Â He didnât speak word about his interest in makeup but kept indulging himself by watching videos, he always made sure to use an incognito window though - he knew other boys did too but for very different reasons. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
19. Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken by colorskun
Summary: On the worst days, Kun wasnât entirely sure what Tenâs voice sounded like when he told him he loved him. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Triggers: Blood and Injury, Psychological torture
20. Take Yourself Home by Phoenix_Tears for Purple_rules
Summary: Seeing them now, nobody would ever imagine that Kun and Ten were once head over heels for each other. Rating: Explicit Status: On-Going
21. love you out loud by unconsciousÂ
Summary: Yes, Kun ge, I like it when you hold me down, and pull my hair, and donât let me touch, and maybe you could spit in my mouth again? Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
22. to the moon and back by andnowforyaya
Summary:Â âHey, have you seen Ten?â Kun asked Johnny for the third time that night. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot
23. âCause I canât make you stay if you wanna go by kkkalguksu
Summary: âHe⌠he ran away.â Kunâs mouth agape in surprise. Maybe he never expected this kind of mess. Especially, not on their wedding day. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
24. The Moonlight Shines At Midnight by pylador19
Summary: What if you were the very few people in the world, like Ten, who didnât have a soul mark anywhere on their body? Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
25. actually, I don't have a daughter by mikararinna
Summary:Â "Look, I'm a single gay man in my 30s who's probably desperate for love. When a hot male with fluffy brown hair suddenly talked to me about his babies after I ranted about my sweet, sweet baby TongTong I didn't expect him to be a single father of two!" Rating: Teen Status: One-shot
26. He Moves Like The Waves by pinkfire
Summary:Â âYouâll get sand in your mouth. Want me to send you his number?â He has a knowing look on his face, eyebrows rising and sinking teasingly. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
27. from me, to you by madhoney
Summary: story of kunten falling in love over time through the exchanging of gifts. Rating: General Status: On-going
28. The Games by SourwolfZiam
Summary: Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Thailand, 3-time Olympic medallist) announces his upcoming retirement from professional gymnastics a month before the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
29. Familiar Flames by pinkfire
Summary:Â Ten didn't think he deserved to find another familiar, let alone a loving werewolf Kun who smells like sweets and warm bread. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going
30. it's always say goodnight n go by piiisces
Summary:Â when ten misses the train home, kun lets him sleep at his place for the night. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot
31. gotta be first by kuntenjohnil
Summary:Â lmao xuxi i just walked into this bar and someone yelled dibs - Kun Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
32. Senses. by Lesbevian
Summary:Â In which Ten misses his boyfriend while promoting overseas. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
33. let's be lucky people by xflatline
Summary: Kun and Ten have been dating for forever.Everyone thinks they're the perfect couple including themselves. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
34. Lights down low by mkhhhx
Summary:Â âWhy, wasnât my office romantic enough?â Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
35. On your side by kkkalguksu
Summary: âI have good news and a bad news.â Kun received a message from his husband that contains this message. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
36. composure by andnowforyaya
Summary:Â âWhat do you want, baby?â Kun mumbled, sinking back down onto flat footing languidly and continuing to push his ass back, teasing Ten. âWhat does baby want?â Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
37. i wil confess what has been on the tip of my tongue tomorrow by ActivelyWeird
Summary:Â Ten knew they didn't sell any rice milk, so why was he telling this customer that they did? Rating: General Status: One-Shot
38. the moment you can breatheÂ
Summary:Â Kun ends up creating a fake fan account for himself to try and connect with his fanbase. Ten is a very big (and horny) fan of his. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot *Twit fic AU on AO3
39. Liu Yangyang's Masterplan by Kill3rWhal3D1ck
Summary: *focus pairing is DoJae but KunTen does feature well in the first few chapters Rating: Explicit Status: CompletedÂ
40. you're the right thing after all by unconscious
Summary: kunten getting together and being romo soulmates with intersex ten Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
41. đđđ đ đ˘đ đŠđ¤ đđđŞđ§đđ ⧠: .ă by tintedCupre
Summary:Â As night drips his lips connect with Ten again and he forgets the lines of what is sin and what is not. Rating: Teen/Mature Status: One-Shot Trigger: Homophobia
42. Mr Qian and the oh-so-absolutely flirtatious Mr Lee by writesinfontuwu
Summary:Â Qian Kun finds a secretary that does his job well and actually puts up with his demands. Bad thing about him? Overly, insufferably, annoyingly, (adorably) flirtatious. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot
43. in a place like this by merryofsoul
Summary:Â Kun and Ten meet in the hospital, but not in the way you'd think. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
44. Normal but Special by MelodicNoise for kungod
Summary:Â Kun's birthday isn't shaping up to be what he expected. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot
45. Aim and Shoot by softyjseo
Summary:Â After being separated from his group, Ten doesn't lose hope to find them again. He stumbles upon an abandoned hotel and hopes to survive. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot
46. boy, i can't cover up my heart by kunhyangs
Summary:Â ten decides confessing to kun through a vague, 'didn't-think-this-through' text is the best way to confess. except, it doesn't work as expected, but he's still happy with the outcome. Rating: General Status: One-Shot
47. He's Our Little Shit by rowx3yourships
Summary:Â âTell me why the teachers call me first?â Ten walked over and sat in Kunâs lap. âYouâre the responsible adult, not me.â Rating: General Status: One-Shot
48. Touchin by starryeyed (kaylie153)
Summary: ten meets someone at a club and takes him home Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot
49. ursa minor by lowkeyamen
Summary: No one is allowed to tell Ten he's a good boy apart from Kun. Certainly not some cheap little lie detector toy. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
50. give it a shot by 10vesick
Summary:Â Ten takes a deep breath. âI donât want to do this anymore.â Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot
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The Joker x Reader -Â âTrappedâ Part 3
Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasnât the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/Nâs life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.
Part 1Â Â Â Â Part 2Â Â Â Part 4Â Â Â Part 5
Same day, later in the evening
âWhat are you doing, Pumpkin?â The Joker crawls next to you although he has an idea about why you look upset.
Youâre on your tummy scribbling on a piece of paper and he can tell you are concentrating hard while working on the current project: writing down your name. Only got the first three letters then the rest went blank.
âIâŚ.I canât thinkâŚâ you intensely stare at the blue pen in between your fingers.
âOf course you can!â J reaches over so he can guide your arm since itâs clear you need help. âThere you go⌠done. Now try to copy it bellow, alright?â
âHm?â
âTry again Princess,â he taps on the sheet and watches Y/N struggling to imitate the word. âWell done!â The King of Gotham praises. âWanna give it a shot with a few more simple words?â
âMmmmâŚâ you debate. âOK?...â
You analyze The Jokerâs movements as he depicts four letter words, one of them getting your attention in particular.
âLove?â you smile, happy you deciphered the meaning.
âYes, a basicâŚâ
âLove?â you scoot over, more and more excited and it clicks for your boyfriend.
âItâs just an example for you to exercise and relearn how to write, understand? It doesnât mean anything!â
You giggle and touch his nose with yours.
âLove!â
âNo Pumpkin! I donât love you, how did you get such atrocity from my note??!! It has no hidden meaning! I barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of like you and thatâs it!â
You snicker and quickly slide to grab the yellow teddy bear, whispering in its ear:
âLove.â
âArenât you listening Princess?? Donât start fake rumors!!â
StillâŚY/N lives on her own little planet and her damaged brain grasped a wonderful concept despite The Clown vehemently dismissing his actions.
âServes me right for being supportive,â he grumbles and resorts to diversion, the best weapon against your new found logic.
âWanna read to me?â he points at the pile of childrenâs books resting on the nightstand: they are the best to use in your present circumstance.
â⌠⌠Read?... â you ask, confused.
âHere,â J picks a random publication and gives it to you.
Might as well fully take advantage.
âSpoil me!â he buries his cheeks in your cleavage, guiding your free hand towards his green locks.
You never figured out how he doesnât suffocate with his face glued to your skin; sometimes he sleeps like that for hours. Must be a special talent.
âThe ⌠ummm⌠theâŚ. The duckâŚâ you read the first page and massage his scalp, frowning at the words you canât make sense of. âCross⌠⌠crossed?...â Â
âYeah,â The Jokerâs mumbled voice agrees.
â⌠the⌠g-glassâŚâ you stutter at the sentence.
âGrass,â J corrects you.
âHm?...â
âGrass Pumpkin, not glass.â
âUmmm⌠grassâŚâ you continue to read the best way you can and he rectifies your errors until no more sounds emerge: The King is softly purring, a clear indication heâs dreaming.
You toss the book on the floor, fed up with the difficult task of organizing your thoughts; pampering him is better. You slowly tilt his head backwards so you can kiss him: The Joker frowns in his daze and you pinch his butt, chuckling.
âWhat is it?â he opens one eye and you pull down on his boxers. âPrincess, we had sex an hour ago. Do you think I run on batteries?â the complaint is fast to follow.
... ⌠⌠Batteries?... ⌠                     Â
You jump from the bed and stump to the closet, fumbling around for a couple of minutes before returning to a puzzled Clown.
You stretch the elastic of his underwear, dropping two batteries you snatched from the flashlight inside.
âHow⌠how long do we w-wait?â you innocently ask.
The Joker bites his lip, attempting to contain himself yet he canât: he bursts out laughing at your quirky solution while dragging you on top of him.
âYouâre the funniest and smartest person I know, Pumpkin!â he cracks up, actually convinced heâs telling the truth. âWhoâs my clever girl, huh?â
Heâs talking about a girl againâŚWhat girl?...
Y/N peeks behind her and J reminds his baffled half:
âFor Godâs sake, Princess! Iâm talking about you; youâre my girl! Can you get my phone?â he gestures at his mobile ringing by your pillow.
You give the cell to J, ignoring his conversation with Frost: you keep kissing him with the sole purpose of getting undivided affection.
âI guess Adam is here to pick up the cars you damaged,â he finally ends his chat. âLetâs go supervise the process. Donât be disappointed, Pumpkin, weâll have fun later. Itâs your fault for destroying my collection!â
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The Joker watches his crew sweeping the concrete in the garage: broken glass, pieces of metal and debris scattered on the pavement after his vehicles were hauled inside huge trucks in order to be transported to Adamâs workshop for repairs.
âThanks a lot, Y/N!â he growls, frustrated.
âY-youâre welcome,â you serenely reply without a care in the universe.
âYouâre the worst thing that ever happened to me, Princess!â he huffs at your indifference.
âLove,â you confess to the fluffy toy squished in your embrace.
âI heard that and itâs an aberration! Why do you keep persisting with this nonsense?! Iâm literally stating the opposite!â J admonishes but whoâs listening to him?
Not Y/N.
âNolan is texting me,â he changes subject. âHe wants me to meet him at his warehouse to inspect the boxes of ammo for the deal. Will you accompany me?â
âHm?â
âCar ride?â The King of Gotham simplifies his request.
âU-hum!â you nod, preparing to enter the purple Lamborghini which luckily wasnât in the garage when you smashed Jâs cars.
âFrost, if you see me parked up the street in the driving alley, donât come investigate, got it? This womanâs been pestering me for extracurricular activities, might not make it inside the mansion.â
âOf course, sir!â Jonny finds it wise to consent to his bossâs rambling.
âTell everyone: if the Lamborghiniâs rockinâ, donât come knockinâ!â
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Youâre sitting on Jâs lap, completely blocking the arrangements happening at the table: youâre more preoccupied with your game than whatever it is they are negotiating about.
âWhat are you playing, Y/N?â Nolan curiously inquires because your thumbs are surely moving at a crazy speed on your cellâs screen.
âHm?â you stop and gaze his way.
âWhat are you playing?â the man repeats.
âMmmmm⌠Tetrixx Bricks.â
âWhat level are you on?â Nolan leans over, his eyes getting big at the revelation. âHoly shit, Y/N! How did you make it this far??! Iâve been striving to pass level 98 for a month!â
âSheâs smart, thatâs how!â your boyfriend sassily underlines.
âDo you think that you can help me?â the guy slides his phone in front of you.
âIâm sorry, is this a gaming party or a business matter?!â The Joker scoffs.
âWell, weâre pretty much done: we accepted the terms, we just have to move the merchandise in the morning.â
You are already matching the colorful blocks on Nolanâs game, his face ecstatic when the obnoxious song announces with great fanfare: âLevel Up!â
âHoly cow!!!!â he shouts and you return his phone. âThank you!â
âHey Y/N,â one of the mobsterâs henchmen dares to voice his demand. âWould you help me too? Iâm stuck on level 76.â
âIâm dead on 105,â another goon mumbles under his breath, stepping in the line forming to your left.
J would normally cut off this useless waste of his precious time yet he canât deny the gratification building up in his heart: heavens knows how it feels to be trapped inside your own mind and his girl has definitely battled unimaginable odds to be where sheâs at right now.
Living with cognitive impairment is not easy, but sheâs still here and it beats the alternative.
âGood job, Pumpkin!â The Clown boasts at the long string of cell phones parading through your fingers while you aid Nolanâs team leveling up on Tetrixx Bricks.
And somehow his hands are holding you tighter, not even bored with the random outcome of his meeting.
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You escaped on the terrace for a break and J is discussing the last details with your host: tomorrow you have a routine checkup, thus he has to wrap it up soon.
âOut of my way, half-wit!â Derek aka Nolanâs oldest son pushes you. Would he have done it if you were the same individual from almost a year ago? Nope. Apparently he believes heâs entitled to take advantage of Y/N since sheâs alone outside.
âWhy did Mister Joker bring you anyway?â he lights up a cigarette, annoyed. âStupid monosyllabic bitch!â he ogles your summer dress, swiftly lifting it. âAre you wearing diapers?â he chuckles as you walk backwards, trying to process what heâs throwing at you. âCome on, show me!â he approaches and carefully scouts the premises to ensure you two donât have company.
Perhaps the neurons in your brain are overcharged for the moment; nevertheless, they warn of imminent altercation: the dudeâs a total douchebag.
âAre you shy?â Derek grins. âCâmon, lemme see!! OooohhâŚfuuuuckâŚâ he bends over in pain when your knee unexpectedly kicks him in the crotch: you used all your strength and he drops down, curling up in a ball. âGodâŚdammit!â Derek shrieks at the defense he didnât anticipate.
âIâŚIâm not wearing diapers!â you stammer and because he landed on the edge of the pool you roll him in the water also.
The loud splash makes The Joker wave at you, glad he eventually found you: heâs been searching around the warehouse for the last 5 minutes.
âThere you are! Quit playing around, Pumpkin; we have a swimming pool at home!â
You rush by his side eager to bail before the asshole pops up from the bottom of the pond.
âSushi for dinner?â J suggests and Y/N is not the type of individual to reject one of her favorite dishes.
âIâŚI love sushi,â you smile elbowing him. âLove.â
âDonât start with me again!â The King barks at your obvious hint.
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âAre you eating the last piece?â he glares at your salmon roll.
âNo,â you offer the treat to him. âYouâŚyou need it more,â Y/N verbalizes her concern regarding his well-being.
âCanât disagree, Pumpkin. You exhausted me you naughty girl,â J pretends to be super tired. âWhat can I do? Princess wants, Princess gets,â he inhales, resigned.
Youâre not focusing on his whining: frankly, your intellect has been challenged enough for today. You cuddle in his arms while he chews on his food and watch TV without paying attention to the movie.
âDonât forget tomorrow morning you have your doctorâs appointment,â J mentions. âI have to stay and wait for the guns I purchased from Nolan; youâll have to manage without me. Iâll send an escort, deal?â
âU-hum.â
âDonât yawn, Pumpkin. Iâm the one that should yawn,â The Joker scratches his thigh. âThis move sucks,â he pouts and turns off the TV. âI have a better idea,â he chooses a kidâs book from the stack. âRead to me.â
You open the textbook and although your brain is overwhelmed, you still make an effort for his sake.
âMmm⌠Rainy⌠sky⌠Skies?...â
âYup,â he turns on his side and nuzzles in your hair.
âFloat overâŚhmm⌠t-townâŚâ, your voice echoes in the room, soothing a worn out Joker.
Strange he canât properly rest unless you read to him: after all J barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of likes you.
Also read: MASTERLIST
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Useless Gays: The Prequel Chapter 2
Thick as Thieves
Chapter 1 | Masterlist | Chapter 3
So this chapter is divided into 3 flashbacks: The first one has Roman at 5 years old, 10 in the second one, and somewhere between 20 and 24 in the third one (after high school, before WNaUG). For those of you who are reading this and not WNaUG (which makes no sense but okay), Rebecca/ReeRee is Remus' deadname. Remus and Roman are fraternal twins, with Remus being slightly older. Remus will be using the name Rebecca and she/her pronouns because: 1.) Remus didn't realize that he was a boy until he was 13, so he wouldn't use male pronouns yet. 2.) This chapter is all in Roman's POV. Roman never knew that Remus transitioned, since he ran away before telling Roman. So, until someone tells him, Roman will always use she/her pronouns when describing ReeRee.
âCome on, Ro! Itâs not that high!â She laughed, striking a dramatic pose.
âYes, it is!â 8-year-old Roman yelled, balling his hands up at his sides. She knew he was afraid of heights! Roman started crying, and he glared at the bottom of the tree. He was such a crybaby. Why couldnât he be brave like her?
She stopped laughing. Roman looked up and saw her smiling softly at him, no longer teasing. â(Sigh) Here, give me your hand. Weâll go up together.â She crouched on the tree branch, using one hand to steady herself and lowered the other one towards Roman.
Roman frowned, eyeing the hand in suspicion. âYouâre not gonna drop me, right?â
She raised her arm to place over her heart. âI swear as your big sister-â
âBy six minutes!â
âI wonât drop you. Or pretend to drop you. Or shake the branch. Or drop down and leave you up here-â
âOkay, I get it!â Roman yelled, stomping his foot.
She smiled again, the type of smile that Roman wishes he saw more often. It was the smile that said I love you. You mean the world to me. I will always protect you. âI would never use your fear for my own amusement. You know that, Ro. And if you fall, Iâll catch you. I promise.â She extended her hand again. âNow get your butt up here! I have somethinâ to show ya!â
Roman grabbed her hand, and there was a scary woosh before he was in the tree. He buried his head in her hair, so scared. Weâre so high up and weâre gonna fall fall fall fall fa-
âShh,â her hand rubbed against his back, grounding him. âWeâre fine, weâre safe, nothinâs gonna happen I swear.â They sat like that for a few minutes, Romans sobs slowly turning into sniffles. She slowly pulled away, using her hands to keep Roman steady. âBetter?â He nodded. âGood. Now look.â She pointed somewhere off to his left. He forced himself to look away from her face, his fears resurfacing. He took a deep breath before turning towards his left.
âWoah.â There, on the neighboring branch, was a birdâs nest. There were two eggs, and Roman watched as cracks slowly formed along the eggs. The two birds were nearly identical, with the bird on the right hatching seconds before its sibling. âTheyâre so pretty.â
âThatâs us.â She relaxed on the branch, her back leaning up against the tree. âBirds of a feather flock together. And weâll stay together, even when our wings are plucked and our dreams are shattered. Twins forever, right?â
He opened his mouth to respond. âRigh-â
âWHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUâRE DOING?!â Roman shrieked in fright, suddenly losing his grip on the branch. He screamed as he started to fall.
âRo!â Suddenly, arms were wrapped around him, and he landed on top of her. âAh! God that hurt! Are you okay Ro!â
Ro nodded. âYeah, Iâm okay.â He got up and gasped. âYour arm!â Her arm was twisted from where it was crushed underneath him.
She went to move it and hissed in pain. âI think itâs broken.â She smiled, but Roman could see tears in her eyes. âAt least I caught you! I told you that youâd be fine!â Before Roman could respond, his mother marched up to them. Momma immediately began to scold them, only noticing her broken arm when she went to grab her and she screamed in pain.
Roman was told to clean his room while they went to the doctor. When they returned, she had a lime green cast on her arm. Momma took away their favorite toys (her dolls and Romanâs foam sword) before telling them to clean up the kitchen. Roman grabbed a red sharpie, signing his name on her cast. She smirked. âYour âmâ looks like a âv.ââ
âDoes not!â
âDoes too!â
âDoes not!â
âDoes too!â
âDoes too!â
âDoes not!â She realized what had happened an laughed. âGood one, Ro.â She used her good hand to ruffle his hair. Her special smile was back, the one that she only gave him.
He giggled, leaning into her touch. âThanks, ReeRee!â
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Boom!
Roman shrieked, pulling his blanket over his head. He could hear the heavy rain against his window. He loved rain (he stomped in puddles while she made mud pies) but he hated thunder. It was so loud and he could never tell when it would-
Boom!
He shrieked again. He flushed in embarrassment. He was 10, for Godâs sake! He shouldnât be afraid of something as silly as thunder! His sister had gotten over these stupid fears years ago! His mind wandered to his sister. Can I?
He shook his head. Itâs really late at night, sheâs probably sleeping. When they were younger, Roman would go stay in her room during thunderstorms (heâd tried going to his parents room once, but they yelled at him and sent him back to his room). But that was when they were younger. They were 10 now, and she kicked him out last time he went into her room uninvited.
Boom!
Roman jumped, falling off of his bed. Thatâs it! He quickly grabbed his Dragon Witch (a stuffed animal that Uncle Terrence gave him for his 7th birthday) and ran out of his room. He made his way down the hall until he reached the pink door. Roman scrunched up his nose. His sister hated pink. She had asked their father if they could repaint her door green, and he yelled at her. He opened the door, stepping into her room. Since their parents never went into their rooms anymore, she had redecorated it. The pink walls were covered in drawings of green tentacles. The floor was filthy, with dirty clothes and torn drawings strewn about. Roman was surprised to see his sister awake, sketching a new tentacle drawing. âThought you might show up.â She said, setting down her sketchpad. She patted part of the bed next to her. âCome on, I donât bite.â
Roman hurried over, diving under the blankets. He shrieked as another clap of thunder hit. He felt a hand in his hair and tensed. The hand paused for a moment, before slowly rubbing Romanâs scalp. He relaxed, leaning into the touch. He always loved his sister, but he loved this version of her the most. When she realized that he was actually scared, not startled or mildly uncomfortable. She wouldnât tease him or ask unnecessary questions. Sometimes she would twist together a tale from nothing, concocting a story of pain and hardship, of love and trust. Other times she wouldnât speak, offering silent comfort and protection against the world around them. He sighed, finally drifting off to dreamless slumber. The last thing he knew before darkness took him was the press of her lips to his forehead as he drifted off. âGoodnight, Ro.â
Goodnight, Ree...
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âRo, you gotta wake up!â
Roman woke up with a gasp, his chest heavy. He forced himself to breathe, shaking like a leaf. He felt a hand in his hair, and he immediately lunged, burying his face in her shoulder. He sobbed, listening to the gentle shushing sounds as he was rocked back and forth. He felt a second hand on his back, and he started babbling. âReeRee, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. I shouldâve listened to you. I shouldâve trusted you.â
âOh, sweety.â Roman jerked up. Patton stared back, tears running down his cheeks. He felt the hand on his back retreat, and he grabbed it, bringing Logan closer. Pattonâs hand pressed against his cheek, and Roman suddenly realized that he was crying.
ââm sorry.â He muttered, wiping his eyes.
âItâs okay, sweety.â Patton assured him, pulling Roman into a side hug. He felt Logan do the same on his left. âDo you wanna talk about it?â Roman shook his head, still feeling slightly despondent. âOkay. Do you wanna stay up and cuddle?â Roman nodded, sighing when he felt Pattonâs fingers in his hair. In less than an hour, they would all drift back into a dreamless sleep. A few hours from now, they would each go to work, a cheerful facade in place. But for now, they stayed there, silent tears streaking down their faces. For Patton and Logan, it was for the pain their lover was going through. For Roman, it was for the sister that he had pushed away,
You said you would always be there to catch me, ReeRee. But I pushed you away. Now Iâm so scared that Iâll fall again. What am I going to do without you there to catch me?
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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 3
pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6
Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader
Rating: Mature [18+]
Length: 8.8k words
Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)
Warnings: none for this chapter?? other than a boatload of angst and feelings and ahhhh holy shit wtf is going on
thank you all for being patient! ^^ I had a couple hiccups while writing this part, but thankfully I think everything is heading in the right direction now hehe~ hope you enjoy!
âI think we should go out there, and I should kiss you senseless, sweetheart.â
You stare at Namjoon, trying to calm your racing heart. Heâs joking, right? He has got to be joking. Doling out kissing privileges is what got you into this mess in the first place. Stirring more jealousy into the pot probably wonât help things.
It takes a count of three before he laughs. âIâm kidding. Obviously.â
You squint at him. He didnât sound like he was kidding. You glance down to button his jacket around you and notice that thereâs a prominent tent in his pants.
Oh...
You smirk. âYou sure you didnât have any ulterior motives for that plan, Master Kim?â You tease him with the title and are pleased to see his cheeks flush when your head inclines ever so slightly towards his lap.
He coughs, clears his throat, straightens his tie. âOf course not.â
You canât contain the grin on your face. âReally? Not a single, rock hard, reason?â
He readjusts his position, crossing his legs to hide the evidence of his arousal. âNope.â
You laugh, and catch him grinning too.
âOkay, so maybe... it wasnât the most objective plan,â he admits with a chuckle. If heâs trying to cheer you up, itâs working. You start to giggle and have to hold your sides as the laughter spills out, quickly turning delirious. A boner is such a preposterous thing to pretend to hide for the sake of manners when itâs your job to sexually satisfy them. Something about it just tickles an exhausted funny bone in you. âSorry-â You burst into another fit of giggles, trying to catch your breath.
âDonât apologize.â Namjoon says, his eyes smiling as few laughs slip out of him as well. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, his hand falling to your cheek, his eyes tender. âYou look so sweet when you laugh.â
Your heart flutters. Kim Namjoon has the charm and charisma of a diplomat, but the kindness and consideration of a humanitarian. You donât know how he manages to balance his professionalism with his personability, but he sure as hell manages it somehow. Your hand slips onto his knee and his thumb brushes your cheek, laughter still on the tips of your tongues. You feel like you're two kids on prom night, that same sort of silly sexual tension lingering between you.
He leans in, and your heart stops for a second, but his lips merely graze your forehead. He pulls back, his gaze clouded with something you canât quite identify. âIf you ever decide to add kissing to your list of services,â he says quietly, his gaze traveling over your face and down to your lips. âIâd like to be the first to know.â
You swallow. Youâd be lying to yourself if you said you arenât tempted to add it today, right now in fact, and plant one on him. But that would defeat the whole purpose of this discussion, so you somehow manage to resist the temptation.
His hand finds its way to your thigh, his eyes swirling with that indiscernible emotion, and you have to wonder if you're not the only one having to restrain yourself here.
"You'll be the first," you answer quietly, trapped under his mesmerizing gaze.
After a few agonizing moments of silence, he nods almost imperceptibly and pulls back with a smile, his hand retreating from your leg.
âHonestly,â he says, folding his hands in his lap. âI think the best solution is to talk it out with them.â It takes you a moment to realize he's returned to the matter at hand, talk of kissing you seemingly forgotten. âIf you want me there, Iâd be more than happy to mediate,â he offers, giving you a sidelong glance. âBut if that doesnât work, then maybe theyâre not mature enough for the privilege of having you as a PhysCom.â
He shrugs, his tone and expression practical and professional. âI would recommend a suspension of your services for a few days. Remind them how much they really appreciate the work you do.â
You laugh at this option. âYou want me to blue ball them?â
He chuckles wryly. âWell⌠consider it like discipline. If a kid isnât treating their toys with respect, what do you do? You take away the toy and give them time to think about what they did.â
You look at him askance, surprised by his wisdom on the topic. âSince when did you know so much about raising kids?â
âI read a lot,â he replies cheekily. âAnyway, weâd better get back out there before they start to speculate.â Namjoon stands, offering you a hand.
You take it, stand up, and start to shed his jacket, but he stops you. âKeep it on. Itâs alright.â He moves the fabric back over your shoulders, his fingertips brushing your skin.
âAre you sure?â Your eyes meet his, and you can feel the tension in his gaze, ready to snap from the slightest tug.
He meets your eyes without hesitation. âIâm positive.â His gaze lingers on your lips again, and his hand brushes up from the jacket's collar to cup your neck. His thumb brushes softly along your jaw before he seems to remember himself. He pulls away with noticeable reluctance and goes to open the door. âLadies first.â
You snort. âIâm not exactly a lady,â you reply, looking down at your nearly naked form, but you donât argue with him and take the lead. He follows you out, shutting the door behind him.
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The scene you return to in the dining room is unexpected. The dim, sensual lighting has been ruined by the regular lamps turned on in the corners of the room. Butlers and maids are cleaning up the table, and you count three less clients milling around than before.
It would seem the banquet is over.
"What happened?" You ask, hurrying over to Seokjin. "Where is everyone?"
He sighs and flashes you a weary smile. "I had to send Taehyung and Jimin to their rooms. They were... getting out of hand."
Yoongi snorts from across the table. "That's an understatement. Nearly started brawling. Don't know what the hell got into them."
Seokjin shoots him a warning glace. âAnyway, I thought it would be best to wrap things up for the evening.â
Your gaze darts around, checking who's still here. Jungkook, Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, and... Hoseok? He's missing. "What about Master Jung?"
Yoongi's smirk fades and he looks down. "He said he wasn't feeling well. Asked to be excused."
Your stomach sinks. This is definitely your fault. Fuck, poor Hoseok. Heâd been the one fucking you when you called your safe word, and youâd hate for him to think it was because of something he did. You want to run and go talk things out with him - with all of them, per Namjoon's suggestion, but your eyes catch on Jin again. His face is cast downward, a small frown on his face as he rolls a rose stem between his fingers forlornly.
You feel impossibly worse. Everythingâs gone wrong. This was supposed to be his night to have you however he wants, and now the party's over before he even got to fuck you.
"Master Kim." You walk up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling his attention away from the flower. "We can⌠take things back to your suite, if you wish." You look up at him sweetly, hoping you can at least try to make things right.
Jin shakes his head with a thin smile. "No, pet. You've been through enough tonight." He pets your hair and heaves another sigh. âYou should get some rest.â
You look down to his pants and see a tent there similar to Namjoonâs. You touch his chest, sliding your hand down his stomach and towards his crotch. âBut you-â
âNo.â He takes a hold of your wrist before you can make contact where he needs it most. He takes a moment to breathe, the conflict of his wants and needs clear on his face. âNo, you need some rest, my pet. Itâs been a very busy evening.â He brings your hand up and holds it against his cheek instead. âYou shouldnât tax yourself.â
Your heart feels like itâs sunk below the floorboards, and you canât keep the worry out of your eyes. None of them have ever turned you down like this before. Not when theyâre hard. Not when this is your job.
âMaster, Iâm fine to do it, honestly. Besides... I canât just leave you like this.â You say meaningfully, knowing that he would get in trouble if he takes care of the problem himself. He seems like heâs about to assure you when Yoongi pipes up again.
âDonât worry about him. Another slut will take care of it tonight.â
What?
Seokjinâs jaw twitches and you sense heâs restraining himself from saying something. Did they talk about this while you were gone? âHeâs right, darling.â
What the fuck.
âThatâs what theyâre there for, after all.â
What the fuck is happening.
âDonât worry about me, just get some beauty sleep.â
What the actual fuck?
âYouâll feel better in the morning.âÂ
You wrench yourself out of Jinâs grasp, unable to believe what youâre hearing. Your head is spinning, lungs suddenly short of breath. This canât be happening. Your career, your livelihood, their favoritism⌠all gone in one night. Itâs only a matter of time now. The more they play with the other PhysComs - the fucking Secondaries - the less special you are in their eyes.
In one evening, youâve become⌠exchangeable.
You grip the edge of the table, hands shaking as you start to see red.
âDarling?â Seokjin places a hand on your back, his eyes wide with concern. âDo you need some water? Some air?âÂ
You jerk away from him, your despair turning to rage. âIâm not some fucking flower! Okay? I said Iâm fine!â
Jin looks startled. Namjoon comes over, his voice soothing. "Everything's alright, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed, okay?"
You wrench away from him too, stumbling back. "No! It's not fucking alright!" A heavy silence follows your outburst. All you can hear is your own labored breath. All their eyes are on you, wide with concern, and fear, and⌠pity.
You can't stand it, can't stand the way they're looking at you. Like their fuck toy is malfunctioning⌠You turn on your heel and dash out of the room, knocking into Jungkook in your haste. You push him aside, but not before your eyes meet and he can see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
You ignore them as they call after you, and you escape to your room for the second time that day.
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As you slam your door shut, you run over and flop onto the bed to cry into your pillow. Dramatic? Sure. Do you care? Not particularly. Itâs not like anyoneâs here to judge you and your pity party anyway.
Fuck, this is all wrong. How could things have gone so wrong so quickly?
This whole day has been a complete and utter mess, from the moment Taehyung had tried to kiss you. Or⌠maybe from the moment you let it happen.
You squeeze your eyes shut, replaying every agonizing moment up until now. The kissing, the feelings, the tension at dinner, the moment you broke... fuck, that one hurt.
But being replaced... that hurts even more.
You sob for a good long while, not caring if anyone could hear you. You just need to get it out, god you havenât cried in so long. Once itâs out of your system, youâll be back to normal, ready to fuck at a momentâs notice like always.
But then again, youâve only been employed for six months. Is this just what happens after a while? Do PhysComs just⌠break? Is that why the job has such a high turnover?
Well, if thatâs the case, then youâre screwed. You might as well start begging on the street now. Sure the money youâve earned so far is enough to float you through for a little while, but without another job to replace this one, it wonât last for very long.
Being a PhysCom is everything youâve trained for, everything youâve ever wanted. Without it, youâre nothing. You have no identity outside of your training, no skill set outside of pleasuring others, no prospects⌠no hope.
Would your family take you back in?
You know the answer immediately. No, no they wouldnât. Not after what you did to them.
You have no friends aside from the other people you trained with, but youâve long since lost contact with them, any ties to them were cut once you were hired and shipped off here.
Could you get another job? Highly unlikely.
Once someone becomes a PhysCom, the position is recorded on their government file, branding them for life as a personal sex worker. Random day jobs donât hire people who were previously fuck toys, it reflects badly on their brand. New employers for PhysComs scrutinize previous positions mercilessly. Any criticism or stain on your performance record will put you out of the running in favor of someone just out of training. No one wants to take leftovers when thereâs so much fresh meat on the market.
You have no plan B. Your life is ruined, crumbling apart before your very eyes.
Your ComGear buzzes incessantly, but you ignore it. They can message you all you want, youâre done for today. If they want to get off so badly, they can go find some Secondaries. Clearly, thatâs the best solution while youâre here agonizing over your career and âgetting some beauty sleepâ, as Seokijn put it. Ugh.
Now would be the perfect time to masturbate and relieve some of this anger and stress. If only you could actually orgasm.
Itâs only then that you see the envelope sitting at the bottom of your door. You hadnât noticed it before, someone must have slipped it inside at some point.
You crawl off your bed with a sniff, your eyes still puffy from crying so much. Itâs a small yellow envelope with your name on it. You open it, unfolding a piece of paper, creased in half to fit inside.
Iâm sorry things got out of hand. I hope you can forgive me. - Hoseok âĄ
The fact that he sent you a note instead of a text makes your heart feel funny. God, the world doesnât deserve someone as good as Hoseok.
Thatâs it. Fuck your beauty sleep. Youâve made up your mind. Youâre going to set at least one thing right from this trainwreck of an evening, and you wonât sleep until you do.
You throw on a bathrobe and peek out into the hallway outside your room, but thankfully you see no one. It doesnât take you long to tiptoe to Hoseokâs room, and before long, youâre knocking softly on his door, the note clutched in your hand.
Thereâs no answer, and you worry for a moment that he might have already gone to bed. But soon the door creaks open, and Hoseok peers out. He looks awful, hair a wreck, dress shirt rumpled with a few buttons undone, and his eyes are puffy. Had he been crying, too?
âOh,â He looks both panicked and relieved to see you. âHi... um, listen about earlier-â
You shake your head and give him a half-smile, holding up the note as evidence. âYou already apologized.â
âNo, but I-â He stops, sighs, and opens his door all the way, rubbing the back of his neck. âHere, come inside. I want to talk to you.â
âMe too.â You fold your arms around yourself and go in, looking at him imploringly as he shuts the door behind you. âMaster Jung, I didnât use my safe word tonight because of anything you did. I want you to know that.â
He shakes his head, showing you a sad smile. âYou donât have to lie to me. I was the only one doing anything to you.â
Your eyebrows knit together in concern. Fuck. He does blame himself.
âHonestly, I was just⌠distracted. Iâve had a lot on my mind recently, so I wasnât-â
âThatâs exactly the problem.â He interrupts you with a stormy expression, and your eyes widen. He huffs. âI wasnât considering your feelings.â
You blink in surprise. Your what now?
âI just⌠didnât question Jin-hyungâs orders. Even though Jimin was reluctant to do it. I shouldâve realized something wasnât right, that you werenât feeling up to it. I shouldnât have let my dick do the thinking.â He looks to the floor, chewing the inside of his cheek. âIâm really sorry.â
Your mouth hangs agape. Heâs talking as if this is about your whims. As if you have a say in the work youâve already signed up for, as stated by your contract. Like having sex is negotiable.
âHoseokâŚâ You say his name without thinking, and his wide-eyed gaze snaps up to meet yours. âI think thereâs a misunderstanding here.â
He nods. âYeah, there is. A big fucking misunderstanding,â he laughs ruefully. âI misunderstood your place here with us. I realized tonight that⌠I had started seeing you as just a sex toy.â
You simply state the truth. âBut thatâs what I am.â
âNo! Youâre not!â You flinch as he shouts, his hands flying into the air. He grabs you by the arms, his eyes full of despair and regret. âYouâre a human being, with thoughts and emotions andâŚâ He realizes that heâs gripping you and hastily releases his hold. âSorry.â He murmurs, sighing as he goes to sit down on his bed, head in his hands.
Youâre a little shaken up by his passion. Why does he suddenly care about your thoughts and emotions? He should care about your feelings about as much as he cares about the feelings of their toaster oven. By the industries standards, youâre a fuck doll, nothing more. Youâre not even supposed to have feelings, at least not when youâre on the job.
But⌠technically, right now⌠youâre done for the day. Off the clock.
You feel bad letting him stew in his little pit of blame, and you join him on the bed, sitting beside him. âItâs not your fault,â you reiterate. âIf I really wasnât feeling up to it, I should have taken the evening off."
Although you would never willingly do such a thing, itâs not uncommon for three or four PhysComs to be on the job for a group simultaneously, in case any of them are under the weather, or too tired to perform well.
Yours is a unique case, tackling all seven membersâ pleasure single-handedly. You wouldnât have been permitted to take on such a challenge had you not received such glowing reviews from your trainers. Youâve finally achieved what you had been working towards all that time.
Of course, now you might be at risk of losing everything.
âIt was all a⌠stupid accident.â You might be thinking of more than just what happened at dinner, but Hoseok doesnât need to know that.
He glances at you, still looking remorseful.
You get an idea. Why not play to your strengths? It can only benefit you to remind as many members as possible why youâre their Primary.
âYou know, they say the best way to get over an accident⌠is to get back in the saddle.â You murmur, reaching your fingers out to graze his thigh. âDo you want to have a do-over, cowboy?â
His expression grows more concerned. âAre you sure thatâs a good idea?â
Fuck no. But youâre not sure of anything recently. âIt canât hurt, right?â
Hoseok looks conflicted. He doesnât take your hand off his leg, but you arenât about to advance further without confirmation. He studies your face, searching for something. âDo you even want to?â
You blink. Why is everyone suddenly asking for your consent? Itâs implied. You signed a contract. Thatâs like asking to eat the food on your plate. âIt doesnât matter what I want, master.â
âWell, it matters to me.â His voice wavers as he reaches up to touch your cheek. âYour feelings matter to me. I donât want to think of you as some mindless sex doll, because youâre not.â
His unexpected words strike right through your heart, leaving you raw and vulnerable.
âYou may act like one, but youâre not. Youâre a person.â He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. âThe last thing I want to do is hurt you, and I donât ever want you to be uncomfortable again.â
You stare at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. What the hell is he saying?
âStarting now, I will never have sex with you unless you want to, okay? Thatâs a promise.â His eyes are like melted caramel, soft and warm and sweet, as he leans closer and starts kissing your neck. His lips are soft, apologetic. Whispering praises and apologies while his hand caresses your waist.
The stutter in your heartbeat means nothing. His words mean nothing. They donât make any sense. Your pleasure doesnât factor into the equation.
He canât just do this, canât just treat you like he cares about more than your body. He canât cater to your deepest fantasies like this. Itâs cruel.
âHoseok,â your breath catches as he nips gently at your neck. âMaster Jung-â
âI like Hoseok better. Or HobiâŚâ he murmurs, pulling the collar of your bathrobe aside to trail kisses along your shoulder.
âHoseok,â you try again, a little more strength in your tone, despite how weak you feel with his lips on you like this. âThis isnât right.â
âDo you want me to stop? I will,â he says, lips hovering just above your skin.
No. No, you donât want him to stop, says a part of your brain, the part thatâs been dreaming about situations like this. Being held, being kissed, being loved⌠But the rest of your brain knows that you canât risk it.
âYou can do whatever you want to me. Thatâs the point,â you reply feebly. Youâre not sure how else to get your message across, since he seems to have batted away your usual arguments. âI exist for your pleasure.â
âWell, what if I exist for yours, hm?â He smirks, pulling back to look at you. âWhat if I take care of you when you take care of me?â
Your eyes widen. Reciprocation goes against your entire job description, and besides, itâs pointless. He has to know that heâs breaking the rules, but he doesnât seem to care at all.
His hand cups your jaw, his thumb running gently along your cheek. âYou deserve so much more than being treated like a toy.â
Youâre stunned into silence. Everything heâs saying is wrong.
But is it bad? Would it be so bad to let him take care of you, to let him appreciate you, if thatâs what he truly wants?
âI exist for your pleasure⌠whatever form that may take.â You hesitantly reiterate the rules, if for no other reason than to clear your conscience. âIf itâs what you want, then go ahead.â
He shakes his head. âNope, sorry. It has to be something you want.â He smiles and leans closer, his eyes searching your face. âDo you want me, baby? Just be honest. Be yourself tonight.â
God damn it. You try to look away, but he gently turns your cheek back to face him. You canât resist him. He gives you a warmth you havenât known in ages, filling up every crack and crevice in your heart, and you desperately miss it, aching for the sensation of being wanted by someone⌠of being worthy.
Your willpower is dwindling. You can feel your breaking point approaching. Fuck it, if they might replace you anyway, whatâs the worst that could happen?
You close your eyes, steeling yourself to let your walls down and to keep them down, at least for this little while. You inhale deeply, almost holding your breath.
âI want you, Hoseok.â
The truth comes out as merely a whisper, but once you start you canât stop, the dam already broken. âI want you, god I want you so much, I-â
Soft lips cover your own. Oh⌠heâs tender and passionate all at once. His hands are greedy, unable to get enough of you, and yet theyâre reverent, considerate, floating over your body and touching your face like youâre something important. Like youâre special to him.
It goes against every fiber of your being, every hour of your years of training, but fuck⌠it feels so good to be able to kiss him like this, with no inhibitions. He pulls you onto his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands grip your ass, pushing up the hem of your robe to really feel you.
You forget, in this moment, that heâs your client, and you wind your hands up and around the back of his neck, playing with his hair and humming into his sweet, soft lips. Everything about Hoseok feels warm, and sweet, and right. Shit, why does this feel so right?
âGood girlâŚâ His tongue slips into your mouth and starts teasing yours, licking into your wet cavern while his hands wander over your body. He peels off your robe, slowly exposing your skin to his blissful hands and they rub and trace every curve and contour.
You can feel the smile on his lips as he glides his hands up your body. One stays on your ass, kneading the soft flesh while his other comes up to ghost over your breast, his thumb circling over your nipple with a languid motion. Heâs in no rush. This isnât a quick fuck, this is⌠something else, and the thrill of the unknown has you leaning into his touch, desperate to discover more.
He breaks away from your lips for air, leaning down to mouth at your other tit instead, causing you to whimper. âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ he murmurs, sucking on the sensitive bud while his hand gropes at the other side, pinching and rolling your nipple in his fingers.
You gasp at the blissful sensation, but a looming sense of dread grows as he continues, as you know his hard work wonât lead anywhere, and soon will follow the inevitable frustration of not being able to climax. The first cloud on the spotless horizon of your little tryst.Â
âHoseokâŚâ you moan his name, rolling your hips into his lap, where you can feel his cock through his pants. âLet me do you now.âÂ
âTonightâs not about me,â He doesnât let up on his barrage of pleasure, smirking against your skin. âWhen was the last time you came, sweetness?â
You swallow. Shit, this wasnât a good idea, was it?
âI⌠I canât wait. Fuck me now, please...â You whine the excuse, grinding your bare pussy against his crotch. You remember what he said about doing what you desire. âI want you to fuck me, pleaseâŚâ Your voice drips with a very real desperation as your pleasure starts to reach its plateau.
He pulls back and chuckles. âAlready? You sure you donât want me to eat out that pretty pussy of yours? I could make you feel so goodâŚâ His tongue darts out to trace around his lips, and he slips the hand from your ass around to your front, testing how wet you are. âFuck, I want to taste you so badly. Make you cum on my tongue, baby.â
You shake your head involuntarily, eyes wide and your cheeks turning red.
Heoseok smirks, mistaking your worry for shyness. âAww, babyâŚâ He kisses you again, rocking his hips up to meet yours. âItâs okay. I know this must be a big change for you.â He chuckles and scoots himself back onto the bed with you still in his lap, and you move to straddle him. âWe can work up to it next time, okay?â
Next time?
You donât have time to worry about such a troublesome prospect, as Hoseok wastes no time, fishing his cock out of his pants and lining himself up with your entrance, still fully clothed. âYou ready, baby?â He leans in to kiss you again, and when you nod, he pushes slowly inside you. Hoseokâs cock is long and lithe, just like him, and itâs always able to reach your farthest corners. His stamina is also through the roof, probably from all that dancing, and whenever he plays with you, he often leaves you feeling fucked silly by the end of it. You prepare yourself for another such dizzying experience.
âAh, fuck... â He takes his time to sheath himself fully inside you, using the moment to feel every crevice of your walls, his cock throbbing from the sensation. You squeeze your walls around him, expecting him to start fucking you roughly any minute.
Instead his hands glide over your back, down to your ass again as he holds you almost supportively. You whine and buck desperately against his hips, but he stills your movement, silencing any complaints with another tongue-filled kiss. He takes his sweet time moving in and out of you, reaching deep inside of you with every thrust as his moans vibrate against your lips, the wet sounds of sex filling the otherwise silent room.
For some reason, your senses are heightened by his slow pace, and it feels even more intense than some of your roughest sessions. Every little twitch and rub of his hard cock into your sopping entrance has tingles of pleasure shivering up your spine, your heart racing even though heâs barely done anything. You arch your back, moaning into his mouth as he hits a particularly good angle.
He notices and adjusts his position, soon finding a lazy, easy pace to slide in and out of you, as if he has all the time in the world, and he wants to spend as much of it joined with you as possible.
âSo fucking beautifulâŚâ His voice is hoarse, thickly laced with something you canât explain. He lays back onto the bed, pulling you with him, chest to chest, and continues to kiss you like he canât get enough. You start to bounce on his cock, but his hands still grip you firmly at your hips, controlling the pace.
You groan at his agonizing slowness, but it feels so good, you canât really complain. Shit, why didnât they ask for this kind of sex more often? It feels incredible, like⌠like softcore porn. Itâs⌠emotional, and raw, and deep. You feel like heâs touching your very soul with every stroke inside the furthest reaches of your core.
âFuck, H-HoseokâŚâ you whimper, each languid push of his body has you trembling, aching for more. What is happening? Youâve never felt this before, this ache, this desire to keep him deep within your walls, forever sharing kisses and sweet touches.
âIâve got you, baby,â he murmurs softly, supporting your back as he pushes even deeper with a groan. âYouâre safe with me.â
You shudder and lean into him, and a memory from your training days comes to the surface.
âNever trust your client.â Madame paces in front of the class, her eyes scanning each girlsâ face. âThey will only betray you in the end.â
This is one of many talks Madame likes to have with her class, explaining not only the official rules, but also the practical ones. The things no one but other PhysComs would think to discuss.
âYou are your own representative in their house. An independent contractor. Never let yourself be vulnerable around them.â Madameâs voice is strong and clear, full of intention.
Her eyes fall to your face, her gaze full of burning embers.
âDonât fall for their guises of kindness.â
You gasp as Hoseok flips you two over, laying you gently onto the bed as he trails kisses up your body between murmured praises. âFuck, baby⌠Youâre so beautiful...â
You shudder, writhing beneath him as he lines himself up with your entrance again.
âDoes it feel good, baby? Tell me.â He smiles brightly and leans down to kiss your neck, clearly pleased with his progress as he rubs his tip through your slick folds, eliciting another whimper from you. âI want to make you feel so goodâŚâ
âF-feelsâŚâ Your voice trails off as you come upon a moment of clarity. What are you doing? How did you get into such a predicament? âHoseok. This isnât right.â
He stops, pulls back enough to look at you. âWhatâs not right, baby? Iâll fix it.â
You huff out a laugh, already feeling your stomach start to sink. âWhy are you doing this?â
He looks confused. âBecause I want to make you feel good.â
âNo. No you donât, because thatâs not part of our arrangement,â you explain, looking up at his stunningly handsome face. A part of your heart hurts just looking at him, knowing he can never be yours.
âWell⌠maybe we can make a new arrangement,â he says quietly, the confidence in his eyes wavering.
You feel bad bringing the harsh truth into this when heâs worked so hard to live out this little fantasy with you, but you must. You canât stay in this bed, in this daydream, forever. You know from experience, itâs best to rip the bandaid off, make sure he knows that this canât be seen as anything more than indulgence and a lack of self control on your part.
 âHobi, you donât even know my name.â You look at him somberly, and as his face falls, you find yourself wishing the two of you were in a different world, living different lives, where you could let him kiss you and hold you and fuck you like this and not feel guilty about it. Your eyes fall downward, stewing in regret. Fuck, this wouldâve hurt a lot less if you hadnât given in and let him take your heart so easily.
You start to get up from the bed, but strong arms pull you back in, hugging you from behind.
âHoseok.â Your tone is that of reprimanding a child. You have to be the responsible one here. Itâs not his job to make sure youâre following the rules. âI should go.â
âI may not know your name, but I know you.â His voice is tender and soft, like sweet caramel, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. âIâve lived with you for six months, and theyâve been the best time of my lifeâŚâ He plants soft kisses on your neck. âYou make me happy.â
You feel numb. Why is he saying this? Doesnât he realize how hard heâs making it to rip off this stupid bandaid?
He keeps kissing your skin, his hands skimming over your stomach and thighs. âPleaseâŚâ he whispers, kissing and nibbling the shell of your ear. âPlease stay with me. Just for tonight.â
Fuck. Fuck your weak heart. He canât do this to you.
âHobi⌠there are rules, I canât just-â
âForget the rules for a second. Do you want to stay?â He pauses his affection to give you a moment to think, and you find yourself wishing heâd continue.
Well, thereâs your answer then. If there were no rules⌠youâd stay in this bed with him for as long as heâd let you. But you canât bring yourself to say it. Your tongue, your lips⌠they wonât move, frozen in fear of the truth buried deep in your heart.
He must be able to sense your inner struggle, because his hands resume caressing and squeezing your body reassuringly. âEither way, I wonât tell anyone what happened, okay? Tonight is off the record.â
Itâs those words, those stupid, considerate words, that have your paper-thin resolve crumpling once more.
You turn around in his arms, cup his jaw, and kiss him deeply, fully, your heart racing from the act of rebellion. He makes a small noise of surprise, but quickly reciprocates, a smile tugging at his lips. You exchange sloppy, heated kisses with him for several moments, basking in his natural warmth, before he pulls away.
âSo⌠Iâll take that as a yes?â He smirks, his eyes dancing with playful affection.
You let out a laugh in spite of yourself. âYes,â you sigh, shoving out all your worries and fears. Despite the warnings of your training days, you trust Hoseok. You have no reason not to do so. Heâs shown you nothing but kindness and understanding.
He looks overjoyed at your reply, and kisses your once more, giddy and laughing throughout all of his tender little pecks. âBut if you change your mind, you tell me. Alright, princess?â He coos, petting your cheek.
You nod, shy from his shower of affection.
He grins and repositions the two of you so heâs hovering above you again, and starts to unbutton his shirt. âNow, where were we?â
You blush as he exposes his smooth chest and sheds his shirt, tossing it aside. Even though youâve seen him naked before, this feels more private somehow⌠almost intimate. Like heâs doing it exclusively for your benefit.
âMm⌠we can stay like this all night long.â He leans down and kisses you again, taking your hand and guiding it to his chest, encouraging you to touch him. He then trails his lips down your neck and over your breasts before pausing again. âOh, and um⌠do you mind telling me your name, baby?â
You blink in surprise. âWhy?â
Hoseok lines himself up with your entrance, slowly starting to fuck you again, and he pulls back enough to look at you. He touches his forehead to yours, a sheepish grin on his face while he slides in and out of you, blissfully filling you up again and again.
âI want to know what name I should be moaning when I cum tonight.â
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Sunlight streams through the window, and you roll over to avoid it. You're too wrapped up in fantasies and dreams, and oh⌠wait, was last night a dream? Your heart sinks. There's no warm body next to yours. No trace of any evidence.
Maybe itâs better this way. It was a delicious dream, and youâll file it away with the others youâve had. Your career still needs some damage control, but at least you wonât have to deal with rebuilding your dignity after a night of misdemeanors.Â
You prop up on your elbows, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and your heart stops at what you see. Hoseok's room. You're in Hoseok's room.
Well, shit⌠that's evidence if you ever saw it. Right? But where's Hoseok?
As if summoned by your thoughts, the boy appears from his en-suite bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair.
The sight makes you inexplicably shy, and you bury back beneath the covers, as if to hide yourself from view. You hear him chuckle.
"Morning, princess."
You hunker down and hide even more, your heart racing. What the hell is wrong with you? You're a professional sex worker. Sex workers do not get shy the morning after.
The covers are lifted from you, revealing your face, and soft lips touch your own before you can object. "I had a great time. Did you?"
You stare up at him, looking like a Greek god in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, the one from his hair now slung around his shoulders. Heâs effortlessly sexy and itâs totally unfair.
You pull your knees up to your chest, biting your lip warily. âHoseok⌠about last night. What⌠what was that?â
He looks mildly confused, but still smiles and sits beside you, gently running his hand up and down your leg. âWhat do you mean?â
You look away from him. Heâs too sweet, too bright for the grave clarity and turmoil seeping into your system with the arrival of the morning. âThe sex. It felt⌠different.â
If anything, his grin grows wider. âReally? How so?â If you didnât know better, youâd say he looks smug right now.
âI donât know. It was like⌠you were filling up my whole body, not just my cunt. I felt it all over, inside and outside. It was⌠really good.â You mumble out the last few words, and you donât need to look at him to know heâs practically beaming now. âIs there a word for that? What do you call that?â
Hoseokâs finger hooks under your chin, gently turning your head to face him. His eyes are warm and sparkling with humor, as if you just made a joke and didnât realize it.
âI would call that making love,â he says softly, a hint of cheek in his tone.
Your mouth parts in shock as you recognize the truth of his analysis. âMaking love?â You echo softly.
He nods with a chuckle and leans in to kiss you, his thumb stroking your cheek. âItâs like sex, but with feelings,â he explains, his eyes full of adoration as he looks at you. âWas it alright?â
Itâs only as he asks you this that you realize why it felt so different.
He hadnât given you a single command last night.
Youâd had sex with him without being commanded to do it. It had just been a⌠mutual desire. You feel dizzy at the realization. That constitutes an explicit violation of your contract. If anyone finds out, youâll be fired for sure.
Youâre short of breath, panic taking over as the world seems to spiral around you. Hoseokâs eyes widen and he holds you steadily, pulling you into his strong arms.
âWhoa, whoa. Itâs okay, w-whatâs wrong?â He sounds concerned as he pets your hair, letting you rest your chin on his shoulder. âWas it⌠not alright?â
You shake your head, desperately trying to keep your tears at bay. The last thing you need is for him to see you cry. All your training, all your effort to get this job, your career, your livelihood, itâs all disappearing, leaving you with nothing but failure on the horizon.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He asks again, gently coaxing you to speak.
You inhale shakily. Hoseok is too good for this. Heâd be an amazing boyfriend. He deserves an actual girl to hold who can love him the way he deserves. One who doesnât have rules to follow and boundaries to keep. A girl who can fully give herself to him and make love with him whenever he wants. Whenever they both want. Because thatâs a real relationship.
Not this. Not like what you have. You and Hoseok⌠you can never be like that.
Because youâre just his Physical Companion.
All of his kindness, his gentleness, itâs all wasted on you. You donât deserve it.
âThis canât happen again.â Itâs all you can manage to say.
Heâs silent for a moment, rubbing your back while your breathing slowly returns to normal. âOkay,â he says softly. He doesnât ask any questions, he doesnât fly into a rage, he just accepts your decision, and that makes you feel even more torn. He really deserves better than this.
âBut if you ever want it to happen again,â He pulls back enough to look you in the eyes, and wipes a single tear off your cheek before it can fall. âYou know where to find me. Just say the word.â
He looks at you and gives you a small smile. His eyes hold more heartbreak and empathy than you thought possible, and he whispers your name just once before bestowing one last, sweet kiss to your lips.
âCome on,â he says gently, standing up and starting to get dressed. âIâll walk you back to your room.â
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You feel strange as you enter your room once again, everything exactly the way you left it. Hoseok had given you a kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs to get breakfast, humming a tune to himself, like nothing at all had happened.
Maybe he was pretending for your sake, or maybe last night didnât really mean that much to him. You shake that thought away as impossible. Not even the most skilled actors could fake the level of intimacy Hoseok showed you last night.
You sigh and head over to your bed, sitting down to process the events of the past twenty-four hours. You slept with a client outside of working hours. He made love to you. But you liked it. It felt amazing. But now you might lose your job. You feel guilty for not being able to make love to him, even though itâs a ridiculous notion in and of itself. But you broke your contract, so do the rules even matter any more?
Youâre uncertain, youâre scared, but also strangely excited... liberated. You wish you had a friend or maybe even a therapist to talk to, just so you can sort all this out and get a game plan together.
Your ComGear buzzes again from your night table, and you realize itâs been going off for a while. Are they really messaging you this early?
You pick up the slim device and swipe the screen up, expecting to find many missed notifications. Instead what greets you is something utterly different.
An unfamiliar purple screen, with an empty text box in the center and a question above it.
Cardinal Rule?
Consent. The answer comes immediately, drilled into you by Madame from your training days, and you type it into the text box. A green check mark appears next to the box, and suddenly a new screen is there, successfully unlocked.
Itâs a chatroom, with messages from lots of strange usernames, occasionally bumped upward by new messages. Itâs active.
What the fuck?
You look a little closer and start reading the texts.
[ PCsv01_svt ]: yeah, itâs not fair at all lol [ PCsv03_twc ]: iâm so jealous TT [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: can u send more?? ur both so cute!! [ PCsv02_svt ]: sure! hang on ^^
A few photos appear in the next message from them. The same couple is pictured in each one, making various cute poses together, kissing each other...Â
You recognize the girl.
âSascha...?â You whisper, your heart stopping as you cover your mouth. The sight of your old friend has tears springing to your eyes. You thought youâd never see her again.
But why is she in these photos? Who is she with? Who the fuck are all these people? What the hell is going on?
[ PCsv01_svt ]: guys hang on [ PCsv01_svt ]: pc for bts is here [ PCsv02_svt ]: wait for real?! [ PCsv02_svt ]: finally!! [ PCsv02_svt ]: GIRL HOW ARE YOU [ PCsv02_svt ]: itâs me sascha!! ^^ [ PCsv09_$px ]: glad you made it.. [ PCsv04_blp ]: hi there [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: eyyyyy howâs it goin?
You stare in confusion and fear at the messages. Could that actually be Sascha? How is this possible?
You slowly type out a message, your curiosity overpowering your fear, and hit send before you can stop yourself.
[ PCsv01_bts ]: what the fuck is going on [ PCsv01_bts ]: what is this place
A reply comes quickly.
[ PCsv01_svt ]: this is the private network for physcoms [ PCsv01_svt ]: itâs inaccessible to anyone but us [ PCsv02_svt ]: donât worry! itâs safe here ^^ [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: welcome to the dark web babes B) Iâm blake
Your palms are sweating. Dark web? Private network?
[ PCsv01_bts ]: what do you mean? thatâs impossible [ PCsv01_bts ]: who set this up?? [ PCsv03_mtx ]: I know it sounds fake but this is legit [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: ur mom did lol [ PCsv02_svt ]: Madame did! and other pc trainers~
You try to make sense of it. Another memory surfaces, one from your very first week at training. You had collapsed during basic stamina extensions trying to get the best score and outdo your classmates, and Madame had called you and your fellow trainees together for a talk...
âGirls. We are independant, yes. We are strong, yes.â Madameâs gaze sweeps across the worn out faces, her own expression steely, with an underlying kindness. Madame is strict, but only because she knows itâs whatâs best for all of you.
âWe must always rely on ourselves in this business,â she continues. âBut also on each other.âÂ
âYou are all in the same boat together. We PhysComs are the belittled backbone of society. Needed, but kept hidden. Brushed aside when it comes to our own needs. No one is on our side⌠except our fellow sex workers.â Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment, and the room is utterly silent while she collects her thoughts.
She turns her gaze to you, as if appraising your behavior. âI believe you all have the potential to be the best workers in the industry. But you wonât get there on your own.â
You swallow, but meet her gaze with determination.
She gives the slightest huff at your boldness, her gaze scanning the crowd again. âStick together. Help each other succeed. Youâll find itâs much better that way.â
At the time, you thought she meant supporting each other during training. But⌠could this be what she was hinting at? A PhysCom support group?
[ PCsv01_bts ]: Madame did this? [ PCsv06_ast ]: lots of people contributed~ [ PCsv02_svt ]: yup! micha is here too!! ^^ [ PCsv03_mtx ]: that would be me :) howâve you been?
Micha? Another trainee from your group. You didnât talk to her as much, but you remember she was cool and friendly. How could this be happening? What does all of this mean?
A thought occurs to you and a flash of fear hits your stomach. What if this is a setup? A ploy by your network to scope out rulebreakers - of which you are now one.
Fuck. How can you be sure this is real?
[ PCsv01_bts ]: I⌠donât trust this [ PCsv03_mtx ]: I didnât at first either but itâs cool [ PCsv01_svt ]: I understand your hesitation [ PCsv01_svt ]: but this network is completely detached from your old one [ PCsv01_svt ]: youâre off the grid [ PCsv02_svt ]: connecting to the network also jailbreaks your gear!! you can use it like a phone now ^^
Wait, what? You tap back to your home screen. It looks like the boysâ phones. Instead of a handful of apps only approved by your network, you now have an app store, web browser, camera app, and standard phone and messaging apps instead of the restricted ones from before.
Holy shit.
You tap back into the chatroom, typing another message.
[ PCsv01_bts ]: who are all of you? [ PCsv01_svt ]: weâre PhysComs just like you [ PCsv01_svt ]: Iâm Antione [ PCsv06_ast ]: hi~ nice to meet you! [ PCsv06_ast ]: my nameâs aashi hehe
This is all too much to take in. These are all other PhysComs?
[ PCsv01_bts ]: how did I get here? [ PCsv01_svt ]: you were playing solitaire, right? [ PCsv01_svt ]: used the find your friends option? [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: boom thatâs how you got here babes B) [ PCsv01_bts ]: that⌠doesnât make any sense [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: doesnât have to, ur here now lol [ PCsv02_svt ]: think about it! what do you do when you need help? find your friends! ^^
So⌠a solitaire app is the gateway to the PhysCom dark web? You shake your head, trying to wrap your mind around the absurdity. You feel like youâre in a weird dream.
[ PCsv01_bts ]: this is⌠bizarre [ PCsv01_bts ]: sascha⌠who was in those pictures? [ PCsv02_svt ]: oh! thatâs Josh~ heâs my client <3 [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: and her boyyyfrieeend lolol [ PCsv02_svt ]: yeah hehe ^///^ my adorable namchin~~
Um⌠what?
[ PCsv01_bts ]: wait wtf [ PCsv01_bts ]: client?? boyfriend?? [ PCsv01_bts ]: which is he? [ PCsv02_svt ]: both⌠<3
Your eyes are glued to the screen, your heart racing. This isnât possible. Sascha is⌠dating her client? She canât be. Thatâs not allowed. Sheâll be fired.
[ PCsv01_bts ]: you canât do that sach! youâll lose your job... [ PCsv02_svt ]: aww no I wonât honey~ itâs okay [ PCsv02_svt ]: weâre all dating clients! ^^ [ PCsv06_ast ]: well.. most of us haha [ PCsv09_$px ]: not all of us are that lucky... [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: some of us are dating multiple clients ;) [ PCsv01_svt ]: happens all the time
What sort of alternate reality have you stumbled upon�
[ PCsv01_bts ]: um how are you not all fired? [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: ummmm bc they want to date us too?? Lol [ PCsv01_svt ]: since weâre all disconnected, the only real risk is if the client informs their company of the relationship [ PCsv02_svt ]: but Joshie would never do that! he wants to be with me, even if itâs in secret <3 [ PCsv01_gt7 ]: she got him whipped lol [ PCsv02_svt ]: yeah... I do ^^ hehe [ PCsv01_svt ]: as long as feelings are reciprocated, being fired is almost impossible
This is either a trap, or theyâre all crazy. They canât just date their clients, it goes against every rule in the book. And yet... you sense a glimmer of hope in spite of yourself. If they can do it, then why canât you?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock on your door and you nearly jump out of your skin. You shove your ComGear under your pillow and rush to go answer it, your heart beating out of your chest and cheeks flushed from your rebellious activities.
You try to tame your hair and take a deep breath before answering the door, your brain still whirring in an attempt to make sense of all that you just read.
Jimin and Taehyung stand outside, both looking embarrassed. Taehyung gives you a small smile.
âMorning, jagiya. Do you have a minute?â
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Itâs Complicated - Ch. 8
Read on Ao3 Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 9
Chapter 8: Serged Seam
When Marinette opens the window to let him in, he notices a few things before his boots even hit the floor. First, Lukaâs hoodie is hung over the back of her desk chair. Second, thereâs a small pile of knick knacks clearly made by Marinetteâs hands arranged on the floor in a haphazard half circle. And third, the chest in the corner of her room thatâs always closed when he comes to visit has the lid wide open. He steps over the pile to crouch in the epicenter.
Marinette hasnât said anything, which is strange. Sheâs frozen by the window, watching him. His attention is drawn to a spot of sky blue in front of him. He picks up the mittens gingerly, rubbing the knitted fabric between his thumb and forefinger. It matches his scarf exactly. He has no way to ask her without revealing his identity. But he really doesnât have to. He remembers complaining to Nino that his hands were always cold because he couldnât find any gloves to match the scarf. At the time, he couldnât figure out why Alya had nudged Marinetteâs ribs with her elbow. Why Marinette had smiled back at her, blushing, before she noticed him watching and hid her face behind her hands.
Marinette made him his favorite scarf. Let him believe it was from his father. Made these mittens for him and never said anything. He sets them back down on the floor, touching the other items in turn until he gets to something that looks a lot like the beret from his fan club in Brazil. The one Ladybug had delivered. Was that actually from Marinette, too? Had she been making him these special things in secret?Â
He looks up and Marinette is still standing by the open window, but when his eyes catch on hers, she squeaks and goes the brightest shade of red heâs ever seen.
âMarinette?â
She presses her hands over her face. He turns instead to the chest behind him, which must be the source of these treasures heâs found. He catches a glimpse of a pile of different objects before Marinette crosses the room in a few strides to shut the lid resolutely. She wonât look at him.
He stands from his crouch and takes a tentative step forward. Her breath catches when he reaches down to take her hand off the lid before he opens it again. She doesnât stop him, but she fidgets nervously off to the side.
Inside the chest, there are enough gifts that Marinette could easily give one a day for months. Little things, but clearly thoughtfully made. His eyes bounce around, catching mostly on things he knows heâs thought about aloud before. Marinette thinks about Adrien enough to make things for him in her spare time. She holds onto them, though. Why? Why doesnât she want him to know how much she cares for him? Doesnât she know what that would mean to him? Doesnât she know how much he cares for her?
His knees give out underneath him and he sits on the chaise behind him, holding a hand to his racing heart. Memories start rushing back to him, flooded with a new light. Dancing with her at Chloeâs party, fencing with her the day he met Kagami, chasing after her at the ice rink, letting her sleep on his shoulder on the train to London.
How could he have been such an idiot. Plagg had been right the first day he met Marinette. Plagg had been right at the ice rink. Plagg had known the entire time. Marinette has always been more than a friend to him.
âChat? Are you okay?â
No, no heâs not. He feels like heâs been hit with a truck. He canât seem to catch his breath. Heâs in love with Marinette. Force to be reckoned with, amazing designer, class president, everyday Ladybug, Marinette.
He glances again at the open chest and tucked into the corner, covered loosely with some scrap fabric, is something red. Something red with black spots. Something heâs only seen once before in Ladybugâs hands. He stands again to reach for it. Itâs not possible. Thereâs no way heâs that lucky.
He cradles the Miracle Box between his hands and dares to look at her again. Her freckles are stark against how white sheâs gone.
âThis belongs to Ladybug,â he says quietly. He already knows the answer to his next question, but he needs to hear her say it. âWhy do you have this?â
She hesitates, wringing her hands together. âYou werenât supposed to see that,â she finally manages to mutter, and she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. How had he never noticed her earrings before? Wait. Marinette told Kagami she had talked to Adrien tonight. If Marinette is Ladybug and Marinette admitted to talking to Adrien...
âAnd do you...I mean, do you know?â
She nods and he releases a breath he didnât realize he had been holding.
âClaws in.â The green light of Plaggâs magic washes over him again. Plagg hovers above his ear before he zips into Adrienâs pocket, probably out of habit. Possibly out of respect. He and Marinette are standing across from each other, the Miracle Box in his hands between them. He should be happy right now. This is everything he never dared to hope for. But Ladybug's panic and Marinette's tears from before come back to him. Sheâs still uncomfortable even now, bracing her back against the wall.
He reaches out a hand to her and she hesitates before she takes it. He leads them both to her chaise to sit side by side, his knee barely touching hers. When he glances up, Lukaâs hoodie makes a lump form in his throat. Maybe heâs too late. Maybe finding out heâs Chat Noir scared her off. Finding out that his Ladybug is none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng is definitely terrifying him.
âSo, I guess we should talk?â He ventures to ask, passing the Miracle Box over to her. She sits with it in her lap, toying with the closure. Thinking. âDoes this mean we have to give up our Miraculous?â He puts a protective hand over Plagg, and he can feel his kwami quivering.
âIâve been talking with Tikki about it.â
âAnd?â
âI was hoping this wouldnât happen.â She starts to worry at her lip with her teeth. âI was hoping I wouldnât have to make the choice.â
She shouldnât have to, not alone anyways. Not while he was sitting next to her. âYou shouldnât have to stop being Ladybug.â He spins his ring around his finger. âIâll give up being Chat Noir if I have to.â
Her hand comes over to cover his, and she sets the Box to her side before she turns to face him.
âDonât.â
She squeezes his hands before she retreats again. But sheâs looking around her room now, like heâs seen her do before when sheâs trying to find the solution to her Lucky Charm.
âSomethingâs different this time,â she mutters to herself.
âThis time?â
She nods, her eyes still flitting around the room. He waits, picking at his fingernails impatiently, for her to come back to him. Her eyes do finally fall back on him. But she jolts off the chaise, scrambling and stuttering like he had surprised her. She composes herself relatively quickly.
âSorry, I forgot I wasnât⌠talking to Chat.â She blushes all the way to the roots of her hair.
A few of the missing dots connect in his head. He blushes in return, his hand finding the nape of his neck. âMilady⌠I have to ask. The boy youâre in love withâŚâ
Marinetteâs eyes widen and she backs away from him, her hands fluttering around her face nervously. âBoy? Oh that boy, the boy that I-I mean, of course I didnât know-itâs not like if I had known it wouldâve been-I mean, weâre friends and I didnât want to-â
He waits patiently for the torrent to end. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âTell you? What would I have to tell you? I mean-â
This time he cuts her off with a timeout signal before she can spiral. âWhy didnât you tell me about the scarf?â If she doesnât want to go into her feelings tonight, thatâs fine. He can wait. However long it takes, heâll wait. Sheâs worth waiting for.
To his surprise, she winces. âYou looked really happy that it was from your dad.â
The full force of her words hits him squarely in the chest. Once again, to his surprise, he starts to chuckle. She gets onto him all the time for sacrificing himself. Now that he thinks about all the sacrifices Marinette mustâve been making, and on her civilian side of the mask to boot, it just strikes him as ridiculous. His chuckle grows into a full-bodied laugh. Marinette giggles with him nervously, not quite understanding his reaction. His laughter fades as quickly as it came, and he stands to take her hands in his.
âCan I at least have the mittens from you, then?â He has to chuckle again as she stares at their linked hands, her blush covering her cheeks again, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. How had he ever confused her behavior for her being upset with him? Itâs so obvious now that heâs paying attention. The boy Ladybug had been in love with the whole time was him. Marinette loves him.
But her happy energy fades as quickly as it came. She shakes her head and looks up into his eyes again, squeezing his hands before she drops them. The movement is too similar to what just happened with Kagami. Itâs not good news then.
âThereâs something else I think we still have to talk about.â
He has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, like heâs about to get a rug pulled from underneath him. Of course he isnât that lucky. Marinette mightâve loved him before, but sheâs moved on now. Thatâs what this has to be about. He clears his throat, preparing for the worst.
âSo letâs talk about it.â
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Chapter 1 - Luxâs First Birthday
Noahâs physical appearance: Height - 4'8" Weight - 70lbs
â˘â˘â˘ = Third p.o.v
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September.14.2012 Leeds, United Kingdom â˘HARRYâS P.O.V⢠âI remember your first birthday,â I said to the boy sitting on my knee.
We had just finished singing happy birthday to Lux, our hair stylist Louâs daughter.
âI know, youâve said it before,â Noah said, âCan I have my phone back  now?â He asked, wanting it back after I had taken it from him a while  ago  because he wasnât paying attention to anything.
âWhy donât you play with Ben?â I offered to him, seeing Luxâs cousin  walking towards us. âDad-â I stopped him right away, âOh, come on,  Noah. Just play a bit of football with him and Elliot,â
âAnd then youâll get your phone back,â I added when I saw he wasn't  convinced, âFine,â He sighed, while Ben made it over to us, holding his  ball out to him.
I watched them, chuckling to myself when the two younger boys  thought  it was so amazing how high the older one could kick the ball.
I turned my attention to Tom and Lou who were âtryingâ to cut the cake. Trying as in not prepared for one another.
âHere, Tom.â Lou said, cutting a square piece of cake, and then holding it on the knife ready to slide it off. Tom wasnât paying  very much attention and forgot to get a plate. He did have his hands held out.
He turned back, just as she slid it off, âWait, Lou!â The pink frosted vanilla cake dropped into Tomâs hands.
âTom,â Lou groaned, annoyance in her voice, âWell, I guess this is  my  piece.â Tom looked around, for a plate or a napkin, and upon not  finding it, he turned away and almost shoved the piece in his mouth.
I saw Noah walking back to table, a grimace pain over his features, Â his hand covering the place of pain. âWhat happened?â I asked him, Â snickering slightly already knowing.
âThey kicked me in the balls, with the ball,â He groaned, holding his hand out for the white iPhone, and then he noticed Tom.
âTom, what the hell are you doing?â Noah looked at Tom, clearly  amused. âAre you shoving cake in your face without anyone looking?  Thatâs so embarrassing!â He laughed.
âI believe itâs Luxâs birthday not yours,â Tom laughed as well at  Noahâs comment. âI know,â Tom shook his head smiling as Noah  handed him  a napkin.
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âHarry, would you like to hold her?â Tom Hull, a friend of Harry and Tom Atkin, asked. He was referring to his two month old daughter, Lullah.
âSheâs sleeping so she wonât fuss about,â Tom explained, âOh, sure,â Harry replied, Tom situated Lullah in Harryâs arms, supporting her head.
Harry stared down at Lullah, âSheâs beautiful,â Harry mumbled, Tom nodded in agreement, âYeah, like her mum,â the comment caused Jen, Tomâs girlfriend, to chuckle.
âHere, let me get a picture,â Jen said, pulling her phone out, âSmile!â She cheered, Harry did holding his arms up a bit.
âWe canât have enough pictures of her,â Tom said, âI want everything captured while sheâs still this tiny and new,â Harry nodded in agreement, âYeah, we have thousands of photos of Noah, just from his first year,â
âWhere is he? I saw him briefly only,â Tom asked Harry, looking around, to see Noah walking towards the four people.
âHi Tommy,â Noah greeted Tom, ever since they met, he called him Tommy. Due to him having so many Tomâs in his life, this one was special because Tom Hull always played football with Noah, sometimes theyâd make instrumental music together because Noah could play drums, guitar and piano.
âAh Noah! There you are,â Tom hugged Noah lifting him up, once sat down, Noah greeted Jen.
âHi Jenny,â he hugged her, âHi Noah, how are you?â She asked him, âIâm good, you?â He asked back with the politeness his parents and grandparents taught him.
âIâm great thank you,â Noahâs eyes drifted to the baby in Harryâs arms, she started to whine causing Harry to start rocking her like he had done years ago with Noah.
âCan I hold her, Tommy?â Noah asked, looking up to the blonde haired man, âCan he Harry?â Tom asked Harry, âOf course,â Harry nodded.
âIf she gets too fussy, weâll take her from you so you donât suffer,â Jen teased, âHere, put your arms like your dads and make sure her neck is not dangling,â Tom explained as Harry gently laid a whiny and fussy Lullah in Noahâs arms.
Within seconds of being in Noah arms, Lullah calmed down, but her eyes were open. Staring up at the boy holding her.
âOh thatâs perfect, professional baby holder, even soothes her,â Tom clapped lightly, âIâm taking a picture of this too,â Jen said taking her phone back out. Noah smiled looking up at the phone.
âYou know, her birthday is only six days after yours,â Tom stated, causing Noah to smile and look down at the baby in wonder.
Heâs only nine and sibling less, any baby he ever held as someone elseâs. Sometimes he wanted to ask his parents why he didnât have siblings like many kids he knew. Ever since he moved to London with his father, he was often around adults, filming movies he was around adults. It shaped Noahâs personality to become more mature than most his age, for his language to be more advanced and sometimes crude. Anytime boredom struck Noah, he always went to anyone he could find to play with him. Sometimes, to him, it was nice to not be youngest person in the room.
âJuly babies, thatâs what Iâm captioning this picture,â Everyone chuckled at Jen
The party was coming to the end, everyone was leaving or preparing to leave.
Dean, Luxâs uncle wanted a picture with  Harry and Noah with his kids  Ben and Heidi, and his nephew Elliot. They  of course agreed, and posed  in front of Harryâs red jaguar car.
Harry squatted down, holding Heidi in his  lap, while Noah sat  slightly against the car with his arms around Elliot and Ben. After one  final goodbye, Harry and Noah got in the car and  left for a 3 hour  drive home.
âI donât like this car.â Noah said out of  the blue, 30 minutes into  the car ride, looking around at it. It was  only a rental, as Harryâs  real car was in the shop.
Noah was always particular about cars, even if itâs temporary even if he was manyâs years away from actually driving one.
âI know. You said it earlier.â Harry kissed  his teeth, he quite  liked the car, even if it was for a short time.  Harry trusted Noah  because of the fact the he actually had nice taste in cars.
He then started rambling on about the cars he wanted to buy when he was older.
About 2 hours into the car ride, Harry  looked over to Noah at a red  light and noticed he was sound asleep. He  smiled lightly. Keeping his  right hand on the steering wheel, he rested  the other on Noahâs  sleeping head, playing with his hair.
Harryâs entire world was under the touch of his hand, sitting right next to him. Harry couldnât imagine life without his son.
Noah, such an interesting person.
Only 9, but he swore more  then most adults, no matter how many time  heâd be told not to, he  would. And heâs done it ever since he was just a  toddler. He had his  first taste of alcohol at age 5, given to him by  Harryâs cousin. Noah  absolutely loved the taste. Much to Harryâs  dismay. And there was no  doubt in Harryâs mind that Noah didnât trick  somebody at that birthday  party theyâd just been at to give him some.
Certainly he was a strong person, from just hours after birth he  showed just how strong he was. Always energetic, from the first time he  walked at 10 months old, he was always on the move. Even crawled fast.  So it wasnât a surprise that he played every sport he could until just  a  few years back.
But this one person could make Harryâs heart swell to the brim with  love, or cause him anger toward anyone who hurt his precious boy. It  was  amazing to Harry what one person could do, what love could do. His  love for his son could make him do unbelievable things. He remembers the  day he told Noah that him and Rose were not going to be together.
At the age of 16 and 17, it was becoming impossible for Rose and  Harry to be together anymore. It was the middle of Summer, and in  September Rose would be in her second year of University, studying to  become an architect. The distance to her university from her home was  getting too far. She had to wake up early just to be able to drive to  school, not even counting the horrible drive home.
Harry and Rose loved each other, and they loved their son. But as  time went on, they continued to love their son, but the love for each  other was the love for one another as a friend, not romantically  anymore.
After a long talk, they decided to break up. Rose would move to  London, where her university was, and Harry would remain in Holmes  Chapel. As for custody of their son, they went to court for a legal  custody agreement, Rose allowed Harry to have sole custody of Noah,  believing that boys need their fathers more than their mothers. No  matter how much Rose loved Noah, she knew it was fair for Noah to have  Harry, because everyone knew he preferred Harry more. Because of the 4  hour distance, Noah would only be able to visit Rose when it was the  appropriate time.
Rose and Harry seemed to discuss and make decisions pretty easily,  but when it came to telling the most  important person, thatâs when it  was difficult. Roseâs parent are still together, and by the looks of it,  they will be forever. Harryâs parents are not, and what scares him is  that he went through this âtalkâ and he does not ever want to relive  something close to it again. So Harry put  it off, a lot. He put it off  until he had no choice any more, and they did it just 15 minutes before  Rose was leaving for London.
Noah sat on the floor playing with his toy Hot Wheels cars, Rose  and Harry sitting on the  couch in front of Noah. Harryâs palms got  sweaty, he was nervous. Heâs having dĂŠjĂ vu of him and Gemma sitting on  the floor in front of  Anne and his father Des before they broke the  news. But now Noah is in Harryâs spot.
âNoah, your mum and I love you very much,â Harry started, his  palms sweaty, âBut sometimes,  uh-um,â He started stuttering, trying to  think of the words his parents told him.
Rose didnât want to say it but she had to, they canât put it off  on the last day. So she blurted it out, âNoah, your dad and I are not  going to be together anymore and Iâm moving away,â It wasnât necessarily  how Rose imagined sheâd word it, but she was just as nervous as Harry,  who puffed out a relived sigh that the news was out.
They watched Noahâs reaction, their hearts breaking, âWhat?â tears  filled the boys big blue eyes and leaked over the edge, spilling down  his face.
âNo!â Noah cried, running into his mothers arms. âLuca, sweetheart,â Luca, a nickname given to him by his parents.
Gianni and Izabella (Roseâs parents), walk into the living room,  signalling to her that they need to leave, the scene was horrible to see  but they had to leave. The three stood up.
âMummy!â Noah cried, âTi amo, lo prometto,â Rose whispered to him  in Italian as she handed him into Harryâs arms, âSe mi amassi non mi  lasceresti!â Rose closed her eyes as she walked away, Noahâs words  replaying in her head. If you loved me, you wouldnât leave me.
Harry stood with Noah in his arms, trying to calm him down, all  while feeling sad himself  watching Rose leave, he can smell her Alien  perfume on Noah and it makes him tear up.
Why wouldnât Harry be sad? This girl is leaving, the girl who was  his first kiss, his first  love, his first and only childâs mother, his  first time.
Noah did not talk to Rose for weeks. Not until Harry forced him  to, but he never told Rose that part. But to the boy it seemed as though  she chose her future career over him. He was too young to understand  how that will affect her future for them both.
Harry remembered that day very well, just as well as when it happened to him. But the difference between him and Noah is that Noah changed after  that day. He wasnât trusting as he used to be, he started getting in  trouble at school and found an interest in wrestling and boxing. Sort of  a way of him being able to take his anger out. The cliche of what  happens when parents split up.
After that day, Harry vowed that he would protect this boy and never let him get hurt like that again.
Harry opened the gate to the London home at 11pm, parking in the car  park. A heavily asleep Noah was challenging Harry on deciding to  carrying him or waking him up.
Basically asking himself, peace or anger?
'Peace.â Harry thought without a doubt
Unbuckling Noahâs seatbelt, Harry slipped his hands under his arms,  picking him up. Making sure everything was locked or unlocked, he  walked  inside closing the door. About to attempt walking up 2 floors in  the  dark with a 9-year-old in his arms.
One hand holding the railing and counting the stairs from memory, he  managed to not trip and fall on top of his kid. Making it successfully  to his bedroom, deciding Noah would just sleep in his room tonight  because he absentmindedly walked past Noahâs bedroom because was tired  himself, and he wasnât willing to go between another set of stairs.
Harry placed Noah on his bed, he took off his shoes, throwing them on the ground and pulling the blankets over him.
Harry then got ready for bed, resting his hand on Noahâs chest, feeling his sonâs heartbeat, Harry fell asleep himself.
A/N Hello everyone! This chapter is absolute crap, but  itâs mainly about Harry and his feelings towards his son. If you  enjoyed  it, Iâm surprised, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the book.  Iâm just  really happy that Iâve finally published a chapter of this  books, I  thought Iâd never get it done but Iâm getting there. After 3  years, I  finally am! Thank you for taking your time to read this  chapter. - Isabella
*The chains that Noah are said to be wearing are chains that he will wear throughout the entire book*
#dad!harry#harry styles imagine#one direction#louis tomlinson#liam payne#william franklyn-miller#harry styles#harry styles masterlist#one direction masterlist#one direction imagine#harry styles one shot
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Common Mermaid Movie Tropes (With Examples)
Iâve noticed with a lot of mermaid movies that a lot of them tend to share common tropes. I mention common mermaid tropes a lot on the Mermaid Movie Club, but thought, hey, maybe I need to come up with a handy list thatâs easy to follow? Hey, thatâs what blogs are for. Without further ado, a list of Common Mermaid Movie Tropes, and examples for each one. Since these are going to be part of the Mermaid Movie Club going forward, I thought I'd compile them neatly into a little list. Of course, this will be updated as I go through more movies. đ
These are not taken from TVTropes, these are just things that I have found from watching these films/TV shows, so I just kinda made stuff up. Perhaps in due time I could make a list of tropes taken from TVTropes but thatâs a loooooooooot to sift through.
(Also, this is not necessarily negative. Understand a lot of these will be interpreted differently from film to film. It's all about looking at something from a different angle, which a lot of these filmmakers do in their own way.)
1. The Only Way To Get What You Want is to Become Human Yourself
Literally what it says on the tin. The mermaid has to become human to achieve some kind of goal. Usually a romantic objective.
Examples: The Little Mermaid and most adaptations of it, Splash (1989), Aquamarine (2006)
Subverted in: The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea (2000), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010)
2. Teenagers Scare the Living Fish Outta Me
Mermaid as a coming-of-age metaphor. For me it comes across as a kind of "fish out of water" metaphor but in the case of one film I have to rethink that.
Examples: The Thirteenth Year (1999), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017), Blue My Mind (2017), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010)
3. You Can Take Your Mermaid on Land Adventures, When She Dries Off, She Gets Legs
Again, what it says on the tin. The mermaid can achieve a human form but only when dry. When she touches water again she reverts back to her mermaid form.
Examples: Splash (1989), H2O and all of its spin-offs, Aquamarine (2006)
Splash: Obviously thereâs the iconic scene with Madison unfolding her fins in the bathtub, and rushing to dry off when Allen calls for her. Thereâs also the scene where Walter Kornbluth sprays her down with a hose as she and Allen leave their dinner, effectively revealing her tail to the public.
H2O: This is revealed in the first episode where Cleo gets stuck in the bathtub after her tail develops, Emma transforms while swimming in the ocean, and perhaps the most telling of all is Rikki transforming after getting hit with a sprinkler. There are many more examples as the show goes on.
Aquamarine:Â Had an additional stipulation that she would have to be a mermaid at night, so it was almost like a werewolf-mermaid situation.
4. Born Yesterday
Mermaid is a bit naive to human things.
Seen in: The Little Mermaid (especially the Disney one), Splash (1989), Aquamarine (2006), Siren (2018-present)
5. Human Stuff
Mermaid falls in love with a human.
Examples: The Little Mermaid and all of its adaptations, Splash (1989), Aquamarine (2006), Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011), Siren (2018-present)
6. For Science
Mermaid is pursued by scientists for science.
Examples: Splash (1989), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017), The 3 Tails Movie: A Mermaid Adventure (2015), Siren (2018-present)
7. Hush Hush
The mermaid has to keep her mermaid identity a secret, potentially as a result of For Science, as well as You Can Take Your Mermaid on Land Adventures, When She Dries Off, She Gets Legs. The mermaid might have to avoid water to avoid being exposed.
Examples: H2O and all its spin-offs, Aquamarine (2006), Splash (1989), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017), The Thirteenth Year (1999), nearly all of them except for some older pre-Splash ones.
H2O: Just Add Water: The mermaids even have to drink water through straws to prevent the water from touching their skin.
8. The Power of Three
There's likely a trio of mermaids. Mostly common in H2O copycat shows on YouTube.
Examples: H2O and all its spin-offs, Mermaids (2003), as I said, a lot of H2O copycats on YouTube. Aquamarine includes a main cast of three, but Hailey and Claire are not mermaids.
9. Power Up
They have superpowers. That's it that's the trope
Examples: H2O and all its spin-offs, The Thirteenth Year (1999), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010)
H2O: The core mermaids (Rikki, Cleo, Emma, later Bella) all have some kind of different water-based superpower.
Scales: Siren's powers in this movie are pretty similar to those in H2O, particularly, the ability to move water. At the end she kills a hunter by dehydrating him to death.
The Thirteenth Year: Cody Palpatine Griffin emits force lightning--I mean, static electricity
Barbie in a Mermaid Tale: Royals of Oceana are capable of producing Merillia, a sort of oceanic life force.Â
10. I'm In the Sea, and I'm SINGING
Mermaid can sing, which checks out given the mythology honestly
Examples: The Little Mermaid and nearly all of its adaptations (especially Disney), Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011), Siren (2018-present)
11. You Should See Me In a Crown
Mermaid is part of a royal family, most likely a princess. Her father is likely Neptune or Triton or Poseidon, or some non-specific King of the Sea. (Notice that the Queen of the Sea is rarely mentioned? That's weird, right?)
Examples: The Little Mermaid and all its adaptations, Aquamarine (2006), The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2001), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010), implied in Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017)
The Little Mermaid: It's kind of the basis for the story itself. In Disney's The Little Mermaid (1989), Ariel is the daughter of King Triton and has six sisters. Her mother, Queen Athena, is not revealed until 2008 in The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning, but it's revealed that she was killed when Ariel was very young, so she doesn't exist by the time the original film takes place.
Aquamarine: Aqua's father is a non-specific king
SpongeBob: Mindy's father is King Neptune
Barbie in a Mermaid Tale: Merliahâs mother is Calissa, Queen of Oceana, overthrown by her sister Eris
Scales: Siren's birth mother is referred to as "the leader of the mermaids," and it is later revealed that they are both pureblood mermaids, which implies that Siren and Emerald are some kind of royalty. The film uses the word âleaderâ which is fairly vague, however.
12. Kids' Show
(I read this in my mind like the Will Ferrell/Molly Shannon âDog Showâ sketch from SNL.)
A character from a kids' franchise becomes a merperson themselves, most often to help other merfolk. This might also be reflected in a corresponding toy line.
Examples: Barbie (numerous titles), Dora the Explorer, Paw Patrol, Monster High, Sofia the First, Shimmer and Shine.
Barbie: Numerous mermaid characters exist in the Barbie Cinematic Universe (if that isnât already a thing it is now), but at least five mermaid-centric Barbie films exist: Barbie Fairytopia: Mermaidia (2006), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010), Barbie in a Mermaid Tale 2 (2012), Barbie the Pearl Princess (2014), and Barbie Dolphin Magic (2017). There have also been multiple Barbie mermaid lines throughout the years, the most recent being part of the Dreamtopia line. A number of lines corresponded to the films, such as the Mermaidia and Barbie in a Mermaid Tale lines. (Iâve got one of Kayla from the first one somewhere)
Dora the Explorer: In the 2007 TV movie Dora Saves the Mermaids, Dora became a mermaid to help the crown of mermaid princess Mariana. Dora later reunited with Mariana in the Dora and Friends episode âMagical Mermaid Adventureâ (1x13) in 2015. Dora once again became a mermaid in the 2012 episode âDoraâs Rescue in Mermaid Kingdomâ (7x01). I remember there being dolls for Dora Saves the Mermaids but not for the other two.
Paw Patrol: The six main pups of the Paw Patrol become merpups (itâs exactly what it sounds like) in the 2016 episode âMerpups Save the Turbotsâ (3x21B). Initially itâs just Marshall after he is turned by a mother merpup but later all the pups have a merpup form. I donât remember a ton of toys for this one, but I often run into the merpup bath squirters, namely Skye.
Monster High: Lagoona Blue, daughter of a sea monster, is a part of the core team of monsters, but sheâs more Mermaid-Adjacent. The first true mermaid character to be introduced to the franchise was Sirena von Boo, the daughter of a mermaid and a ghost, in the 2014 Freaky Fusion movie and doll line of the same name. Later on, the 2016 Great Scarrier Reef movie coincided with a corresponding doll line of the main monsters as mermaid-like creatures, with the addition of some new aquatic characters such as Posea Reef, Kala Merâri, and the two-headed Peri and Pearl Serpentine. (Mattel had a similar line called Ever After High that featured Meeshell Mermaid as the daughter of the Little Mermaid, but there was never any kind of mermaid line or movie made for it, which, come on, I wanted mermaid Raven Queen.)
Sofia the First: 2013â˛s âThe Floating Palaceâ was a special episode that aired toward the end of the showâs first season. In it, Sofia meets mermaid princess Oona and Queen Emmaline, and helps them stop Cedric from taking the magical Mermaid Comb of Merroway Cove. Of course, in order to do that, she has to become a mermaid herself. Along the way, her magical amulet summons Ariel because this is a Disney Princess show and her amulet just magically summons Disney Princesses when she needs a pep talk because of course it does.
Shimmer and Shine: In the 2016 episode âMermaid Mayhemâ (2x06), Leah wishes she and her genies, Shimmer and Shine, were mermaids. If only it were that easy. Yep. There were toys. Just expect it at this point.
Subverted in: Elena of Avalor: Song of the Sirenas
13. Looks Like a Seannamon Roll But Could Actually Kill You
This is really just a trope for sirens or "darker" mermaids
Examples: Siren (2018-present), She Creature (2001), Killer Mermaid/Nymph (2014), Mermaid's Song (2018), Night Tide (1961)
14. Mermaid-Adjacent
Not quite a mermaid but similar human-fish hybrid.
Examples: The Shape of Water (2017), Creature from the Black Lagoon (1953), also the Zora race from the Legend of Zelda games even though thatâs not a movie, shut up it counts
15. Gadgets and Gizmos Aplenty
There is some kind of magical trinket used by the mermaids, typically a piece of jewelry with magical properties.
Examples: The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea (2000), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2010), H2O: Just Add Water (2006-2010), Mako Mermaids/Mako: Island of Secrets (2013-2016), both Barbie in a Mermaid Tale movies (2010 and 2012)
TLM2: Melody's locket, a gift to her from King Triton, projected an image of Atlantica when opened, but otherwise didn't do a lot.
Mako Mermaids: The mermaids possessed blue moon rings, which store moonlight and can be used to perform different magical functions dependent on the situation.
H2O: The necklaces worn by Rikki, Cleo, and Bella in the third season serve a similar function to the Moon Rings of Mako.
Scales: Siren Phillips was given a special necklace by Crystal which seems to serve as a kind of homing device. It's not explained in depth what it does exactly, but it performs a similar function to the Wailing Stick if I remember correctly, which was a sort of mermaid distress signal.
Barbie in a Mermaid Tale: When Queen Calissa gave baby Merliah Summers to Break, she gave Merliah a magical necklace that, years later, revealed to her and Zuma that Queen Calissa was still alive after Eris overthrew her from the throne of Oceana. Merliah is later given a necklace by Calissa that allows her to alternate between human and mermaid forms at will. In Barbie in a Mermaid Tale 2, Kylie Morgan steals the necklace out of Merliahâs hoodie when Hadley is distracted and uses it to become a mermaid herself, so itâs clearly not specifically made for Merliah to use.
If it counts, Ursulaâs soul-stealing necklace in The Little Mermaid (1989) is one of these as well.
16. You Want Thingamabobs? I've Got Twenty
Girl is a hoarder, or fascinated by human trinkets.
Examples: The Little Mermaid and nearly all of its adaptations (especially the Disney one)
17. The Mermaid Elder
An old woman thatâs sort of a mermaid wise woman.
Examples: The Mermaid (2016), most interpretations of The Little Mermaid apart from the Disney one
18. Foreshadowing Name
Very very very obvious mermaid name.
Examples: Barbie in a Mermaid Tale/2 (2010/2012), Scales: Mermaids are Real (2017), Aquamarine (2006), Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011)
Barbie in a Mermaid Tale/2: You really expect me to think a girl named Merliah isnât gonna be a mermaid? Come on.
Scales: I feel like naming your kid Siren in a town full of mermaids AND where there are known mermaid hunters is just a great example of not thinking things through.
Aquamarine: Self-explanatory.
Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides: Astrid Berges-Frisbey played main merm Syrena in this movie. There were other named mermaids in this, I think, but Syrena was the most prominent, obviously.
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