#to at least fucking agree that it's a WORTHY GOAL TO WORK TOWARDS
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"but if we abolish prisons, what will we do with violent criminals? should we not lock them up so they can't hurt more people?"
questions for questions. one: are there are people who, given every support and every attempt to rehabilitate, every mitigation strategy, given resources and therapy and money and time, will still choose violence? i don't know. YOU don't know. but anything is possible, and i will freely admit i don't have the answer to that yet.
but also, two: yeah, what about them? because what i DO know, and what i need you to try to understand, is that prison already does not prevent violence. the threat of it doesn't deter violence to begin with-- look around you-- and it doesn't stop violence after the people deemed "too dangerous" are locked up. they simply commit violence against other prisoners instead.
so, the thing you're concerned about losing? the ability to prevent someone from committing violence? that's already not a thing. it is not happening. the thing you're worried about losing HAS NEVER EXISTED. "but how will we stop violent criminals from hurting people" is the first thing out of anyone's mouth in response to the idea of prison abolition, but we already don't have a solution to that! that is NOT SOLVED! you can't see the violence anymore, but it is still happening! at the hands of the guards, if not these "violent criminals" you're so worried about, so the problem of violence IS NOT SOLVED by locking people up, do you understand? no one is locked up to keep them from hurting people, they are locked up to ensure they can only hurt people whose pain has been deemed acceptable.
instead of saying, "we can't abolish prisons because violent criminals will hurt people," please ask yourself: is the current violence against disenfranchised, systemically vulnerable people so much more acceptable to you than violence against the public that you will advocate against helping people, instead of hurting them?
#''prisoner'' and ''criminal'' do not equal ''bad person.''#some 'bad' people are prisoners. but prisoners are not Bad People(tm) and you NEED to get the idea that they are OUT of your head#because it is FUCKING RAMPANT#also please note!!!!! prison abolition is THE GOAL#of a long long long process of addressing the social forces that drive people to crime#it's not THE FIRST STEP jfc#the abolition of prisons is not something i realistically hope to see in my lifetime!! but i would really like for more people#to at least fucking agree that it's a WORTHY GOAL TO WORK TOWARDS#and SEE WHAT HAPPENS#it is SO FUCKING UNHELPFUL to jump straight to ''well what if there's still Bad People (tm)''#man idk!!!! we'll address it along the way & when we get there if it's still an issue!!! fuck!!!#we can at least start working to treat people better than they're being treated right now!!!#step fucking one: restore their voting rights oh my god OH my god.#prison abolition#the us prison system
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Lights Over Monaco: Chapter 1
ITS HERE! I plan on updating this weekly/biweekly, based on how busy I am. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list!Â
Special thank you to my new F1 friend for inspiring this fic as well as being my beta reader, @acourtofcoutureâ ! F1 fans out there, her fics are AMAZING
Chapter Masterlist
F1 Glossary
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Nesta Archeron discovered Formula 1 when she was 9 years old. She woke before the sun one Sunday morning, quietly excited to have the television all to herself and watch whatever cartoons she wanted. But she couldnât remember what channel they were on, instead flipping through the programs. She had almost given up when she stumbled across a race.
The moment she had seen the brightly colored open-wheeled cars flash across the screen, she paused. For whatever reason, the high pitched wasp-like scream of the twelve cylinder engines and the astonishing speed that the drivers were travelling enthralled young Nesta. She didnât look away once for the rest of the race, or even for the post-race interviews and wrap up that most adults skipped. Something about it had her adrenaline pumping.
Nesta traded her dolls for matchbox cars, and when she grew older, picked up racing magazines instead of teen ones. Ever since that day, Formula 1 consumed her. No matter how the other kids or her two younger sisters teased her for it, her love for the sport never tarnished.Â
She spent years getting up at 2 am to watch live races that were being held halfway around the world. Instead of going to her senior prom, Nesta stayed home and layed out her predictions for the seasonâs drivers and constructors championships. She didnât know how to do anything half-ass. She poured her whole heart into the sport and devoted her life to it.
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Nesta spent her 24th birthday working. It wasnât like she could request the day off, not that it mattered. The racetrack at Monaco was exactly where she would have been anyway, working or not.
A press pass got her through the first security checkpoint. The team tents loomed ahead as she waited for personnel to cross the unstriped asphalt, inching her car carefully through the throngs of people. She rolled her window down, soaking in the sound of air tools and snippets of conversations.Â
Street tracks like Monaco were her favorite. They required drivers to push themselves with plenty of technical corners and dramatic incidents. There was less room for error, as the tracks themselves were not as wide. Drivers had to know their limits and follow the racing line closely.
Race tracks were Nestaâs comfort zone. She knew each track on the calendar like the back of her hand. Every turn was permanently etched in her mind like words on a tombstone. Race weekends followed a set schedule, something that she could appreciate. Friday: practice laps. Saturday: more practice, followed by qualifying, where each driver got the chance to set the fastest lap and secure a spot in the starting line up for the main event on Sunday.
Before she had graduated college, Nesta had managed to fully entrench herself in the world of Formula 1. Securing an internship at ESPN her sophomore year, she had made herself indispensable to the crusty old man that had been the senior track side reporter for decades. She studied everything he did and the questions he asked each driver, noting what changes she would have made. Somehow, he came to admire her spirit and taught her the tricks of the trade.
When he retired the year after Nesta graduated, he went to the board of directors and personally recommended her to fill his spot. She waited two agonizing days for their decision.Â
Using whatever means necessary, Nesta had clawed her way to the top and cemented her reputation as the most cutthroat reporter in the industry. Her goal had been for everyone in motorsport to know her name, and in only two years, she had done so. Better yet, she had caught the eye of one of the fastest drivers on the grid.
Her phone rang just as she pulled into the press parking area. She answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. âHello?â
Tomasâ velvety voice thundered through the speakers of her Civic. âHey baby. You here yet?â
âJust pulled in,â She replied, touching up her makeup in the rearview.Â
âRight on time for a quickie. Meet me at my trailer in five.â
Tomas had already hung up before she had the chance to protest. Both their reputations hinged on their relationship staying secret. If the press caught wind that she was fucking a driver, her credibility would go out the window, and Tomas would be the laughing stock of the grid. So sneaking into his trailer wasnât exactly the type of discreet she was aiming for.
Tomas Mandray had been racing for Red Bull for two years when she had scored her first exclusive interview with him. He had just been awarded pole position at the Spanish Grand Prix in Barcelona, and Nesta had sweet talked her way into the paddock. It had taken minutes for his charming blue eyes to enchant her. He had won that race, and taken her to bed straight after.Â
The sex was great, but thatâs all it ever was. Their relationship was purely based on the physical; nothing emotional on either end. They had agreed on that from the start. Just sex.
Unfortunately for Nesta, somewhere along the way it had become something more.
Sighing, she put on her oversized sunglasses and hid her tawny hair under a gauzy scarf. The fashion wouldnât stand out at all amongst the celebrities that frequented the Monaco Grand Prix. Going over the top here was expected; Monaco was known for its money. Due to the lack of income tax, Monaco was a haven for white collar delinquents and royalty alike. Lamborghiniâs and Ferrariâs were commonplace, and women wore rings that could set a jewel thief up for life.Â
No one bothered her as she strode towards the pit checkpoint, flashing her press badge to get by. She fell into her usual cadence, exuding an air of importance and invincibility. Seemingly without realizing, people moved out of her way when they saw her coming. The navy, red, and yellow of the Redbull tent came into view, and Nesta inserted herself into the crowd of mechanics and VIPs to get past security. Press wasnât allowed in the area until after the race.
Nesta broke away once inside, heading down a back corridor. She knew the layout by heart, having walked the path many times. The door at the end of the hall led outside to Tomasâ private trailer. She didnât bother to knock before entering. Tomas would already be waiting for her.
He set down his phone as she entered. âFinally,â He said with a savage grin. âWe only have a few minutes.â
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Tomas left as soon as he finished, donning his jumpsuit without so much as a kiss goodbye. Utterly used to the behavior, Nesta straightened her clothes and again touched up her makeup before heading back out.
She was scheduled to conduct a pre-race interview with Cassian Valle in the Mercedes tent in twenty minutes. Redbull and Mercedes were at opposite ends of the pit, giving her plenty of time to think.
Truthfully, Nesta was dreading the interaction. Cassian was an arrogant ass. She couldnât stand interviewing him; all he did was skirt around questions and try to flirt, which made it incredibly difficult to get any headline-worthy tidbits from him.
Azriel Sainz, Cassianâs teammate at Mercedes, was much more amiable. He was mostly forgettable and quiet, but always gave her something to work with and was sometimes downright pleasant to talk to. She could understand why the public loved him, but not why they were so enamored with Cassian. Sure, he was a three time world champion, and that earned him plenty of fans, but he was just so⊠dreadful.
She made it to the Mercedes pit just minutes before the scheduled time, immediately spotting her tense cameraman, Jacob. Slim built, he was average looking, nothing special. He was sweet though, if not a bit of a pushover.
âWhere the hell have you been?â He hissed, chocolate brown eyes wide. âValle is waiting.â
Nesta rolled her eyes, handing Jacob her sunglasses and the scarf. âIâm here now, arenât I? Not my fault if he was early.â Nesta accepted her microphone and rolled her shoulders. âLetâs get this over with then.â
âHappy birthday by the way,â Jacob added. Yes, there was the pushover side shining through.Â
Nesta threw a grin at him over her shoulder. âThanks.â
Cassianâs back was to her as she approached, his white Mercedes jumpsuit half on, the arms of it cinched around his waist. The crisp gray shirt he wore left little to the imagination, hugging his sculpted form. Good; at least that would capture the attention of any women that might be watching. As would the deep brown curl that fell in his face when he turned to her.
âIf it isnât my very favorite reporter,â He crooned, a grin plastered on his face. âTook you long enough to get here. I also hear itâs your birthday.â Nesta glared at Jacob. He shrank under her steely look, an apology stumbling from his lips.
âI would give you a birthday kiss, but I think youâd knock me out if I offered.â
Nesta pointedly ignored him, âLetâs just get on with it,â She said, motioning to Jacob to start recording. Once he signaled he was ready, Nesta breathed deep, the sweet scent of high octane fuel assaulting her senses. It steadied her, and she slipped into her professional mask before turning to the camera.
âAs we all know, the Monaco Grand Prix offers drivers a unique set of challenges. The two-mile street course has 19 technical corners with little room for error. It is in Monaco that we get to see who has what it takes to be a Formula 1 champion.â She turned to Cassian, gave him a professional smile and continued.
âLast year, you had a puncture at turn seven when you ran over some debris. Coupled with the fumble the pit crew had with not having your tires ready when you came into the pit, you finished a disappointing 12th place, winning you no points in the driverâs championship. Do you expect that this year will be better, or will you stick to your usual aggressive driving style?â
Cassian laughed, running a hand through his unbound curls. âYeah, I donât think Iâll be changing anything. You can expect to see me on the podium, sweetheart. Most likely in first.â
Nesta grit her teeth. She couldnât air that, and he knew it. âHow about you answer the question without trying to piss me off?â
âItâs too easy,â Cassian said, that devilish grin returning. Nesta cut him a glare that simmered with violence. âAlright fine,â He relented, putting his hands up. âGo again.â
She repeated her question, and this time he answered, âI donât really see any need to change my driving style, what happened last year was a fluke. I went wide on the turn and didnât notice Vanserra's front wing until the last second and wasnât able to change course.â Nesta nodded, encouraging him to go on. âI don't see myself making any mistakes like that this year. You can expect to see me on the podium, most likely in first.â
âThank you for that Cassian. Good luck on the track today.â
âThank you,â He said, waving at the camera. He paused before adding, âThough I wonât need luck.â
Nesta rolled her eyes and signaled for Jacob to cut the recording. At least that last bit could be edited out. âYou are absolutely insufferable, you know that?â
Cassian shrugged, undoing the arms of his fire suit and slipping into them. âI do my best.â He winked at her before zipping up his suit, opening his mouth to say something else when the Mercedes team principal, Rhysand, barked at him to get his ass in gear. He gave Nesta a wordless salute before jogging off.
âI donât know how you do it,â Jacob said, packing up his camera. âThat guy has balls.â
âHeâs a Formula 1 driver,â Nesta said simply, putting her sunglasses back on. âOf course he does.â
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Nesta watched the 78 lap race from the press box, silently cheering Tomas on. Each time the pack of cars passed, the windows rattled, doing little to muffle the engine noise. She chatted with the others as necessary, keeping one eye on the tarmac below. Tomas had started from pole position, and held onto first place until the final 10 laps. He had attempted to lap an AlphaTauri driver when the driver had failed to yield, violating FIA regulations. The two had bumped tires in what was ruled a racing incident, but Nesta knew better. Tomas had lost his cool and nudged the other driver on purpose, nearly sending him into the wall.Â
It was a bad call on Tomasâ part, as the comfortable four second lead he had held over second place shattered. Nesta swore under her breath as Cassian overtook Tomas, her heart dropping when the other Mercedes driver, Azriel, did the same. Tomas would not be happy about that.Â
When the checkered flag waved, Cassian was first, Azriel second, and Tomas third. The winners parked before the podium, anger radiating from Tomas as he tore his helmet off. Tamlin, the Redbull team principal, said something to Tomas that had his cheeks burning red.Â
Nesta grabbed Jacob and headed for the press room. They had a half hour tops before the post-race interviews started, and Nesta had to make sure she was front row. Though it didnât matter where she sat; she always made sure her questions were answered.
It was more so for Tomas. She wanted him to see her, to see the understanding on her face and know she supported him even when he didn't win.
They were first to the press room, and Nesta had ample time to prepare questions. She couldnât question Tomas, or she risked uncapping his rage. Instead, she jotted down a question she knew would shift the focus from Tomas to the Mercedes drivers.
Reporters began filing in, vying for the perfect spot and debating the race results with one another. Nesta remained in her seat, determined to maintain her composure as her stomach churned. Tomas finally entered, jaw set as he took his place on the stage. Nesta tried to subtly catch his eye, but he pointedly avoided looking at her.Â
Cassian and Azriel entered, laughing and congratulating each other. Nesta noted the slight change in Tomasâ posture, the only hint of the blood boiling beneath his skin. Cameras flashed, reporters shouted, but still Nesta remained seated. Cassian, at least, sought her out in the crowd, and flashed her an âI-told-you-soâ grin when he found her. Once the clamor had died down, Nesta stood. The room quieted further, the others having learned not to talk over her if they valued their jobs. Nesta had a knack for digging up dirt on anyone she pleased.
Her eyes were still locked on Cassian as the moderator indicated she could ask her question.Â
âAzriel,â She started, turning to the dark haired man, âYou were lucky you were able to take second in this race, after the incident in turn twelve on lap 27 when you sustained heavy damage to your front wing, thanks to the actions of your teammate. Does it ever get under your skin that Valleâs overly-aggressive driving threatens your own position in the championship?â
The room was silent. Tomas hid his grin behind a well-manicured hand. Cassianâs eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw fluttering. Good; she had hit a nerve. Azriel shrugged, crossing his arms.Â
âIt was a racing incident. Could have happened to anyone. I donât think the blame lays entirely with Cassian; I could have given him more room on the corner.â
And that was that. Nesta didnât ask any more questions, but she could feel Cassian glaring at her throughout. At the end of the interview, all three drivers thanked everyone before leaving.
As Nesta made her way back to her car, she texted Tomas.
You okay?
Her heart pounded as she waited for the reply. Her phone buzzed minutes later.
Iâll be home late. Party at the Redbull house.
Oh. Okay. See you later then.
âHappy birthday to me,â She muttered, stuffing the phone in her pocket.
Nesta wasnât sure why his reply stung, but it cut deep. She had hoped that he would want to see her instead of going to another party and spend time with her on her birthday. Instead, he would probably stick his tongue down another womanâs throat like usual. She couldnât really blame him. Their relationship had to remain secret and to do so, Tomas had to maintain his playboy aura. It wasnât really cheating if she had agreed to it.
But if that were true, why did it hurt so fucking bad when he did?
Some of her tension eased when she finally spied her car in the lot. The Blue Bullet, she had nicknamed it, due to the strikingly bright paint. It was the first purchase she had made upon being promoted, and it had since become her pride and joy. She had chosen it because it set lap records left and right when it had hit the market a few years back, and she had craved speed her whole life. On city streets, this car was the closest she could get to experiencing Formula 1 without completely breaking the bank.
âHow about you donât ask stupid fucking questions next time your prettyboy loses?â
Nestaâs breath hitched. Your prettyboy. The accusation was clear. Her hand slipped from the door handle, turning towards the voice. If he knew⊠If he knew about her and Tomas, they were done for. She willed her voice into solid steel.
âCassian. I would advise you to choose your next words wisely.â
He placed a hand on her Civic, getting in her face. âRacing means you have racing incidents. I donât expect you to understand, seeing as youâve never been behind the wheel of a real race car.â He sneered at her car, the insult striking home.
Fear faded, replaced by a rising wave of scarlett rage. Nestaâs gaze stuck to where his hand lay on the bright blue paint, utterly vexed by the infringement. She bared her teeth at him, rising to the challenge in Cassianâs flaming hazel eyes.Â
âGet. Off.â
Cassian started at the command in her tone and obeyed. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. âUnderstanding the nuances of Formula 1 is my job description. I asked about that incident because I knew it would piss you off. Looks like I was right huh?â Her temper was getting the better of her. âAnd by the way, would it kill you to give me a decent quote once in a while, instead of always trying to get in my pants?â
âI do not-â
âOh go fuck yourself,â Nesta scoffed, yanking the door open.Â
The corners of his mouth twitched upward as she slammed the car door. âI was already planning on it.â
Those parting words haunted her drive home, even as she took the long way in hopes of blowing off steam. She shifted through the gears, throwing the Civic around corners much faster than was probably safe. Nesta didnât care; her head was a mess. At least he hadnât mentioned anything more about Tomas. Maybe Cassian had just thought she had a crush, based on the way she had been looking at him during the conference. Gods, she couldnât get Cassian out of her head.Â
His grin followed her up the stairs to her apartment, where she snapped the curtains shut. She couldnât bear to look out over the track any longer today.Â
Those words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth and crawled into bed alone. Swam through her thoughts of Tomas, as she struggled to keep her eyes open when the clock showed 1 am. As she finally gave in, they were her last thought.Â
I was already planning on it.Â
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Steal My Girl || Peter Parker x Reader {Smut!}
Summary:Â While on a trip, Peter plans to confess his feelings to you but everything is ruined by a boy who also has his eyes on you. Once Peter finally unveils the truth, things get steamy...Â
Word Count: 5.7k
Warning(s): fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, SMUT, language, MATURE CONTENT, 18+ (you & Peter are 18)
A/N: lordtt.....plz forgive me, for I have sinned. This has been secretly written in my notebook for quite some time, and I was always too scared to post it online. Now, I say fuck it. As always, I love you all and I hope you enjoy!!!đđâ€ïžÂ
For those of you who may be wondering about my other series, Maniac and Lone Wolf, it may be a while bc of college and work (being an adult SUCKS). But, I promise Iâll try and upload the chapters whenever I can!Â
*gif is not mine!
Once again, Midtownâs decathlon team was given another opportunity to travel to a different state for a tournament, where they would compete with other high schools for the national title. Peter was extremely excited because this was your first trip with the team, and he wanted you to have an unforgettable experience; thatâs why Peter created a meticulous yet worthy plan that would help him accomplish his goal. His plan consisted of various things, such as taking you to popular locations, exploring the city late at night -despite curfew- and doing spontaneous activities he knew you would love. Most importantly, Peter made this plan in hopes that he could confess his feelings for you. Heâs had a crush on you since freshman year, but he was always terrified to tell you the truth. Now that senior year was almost over, the pain of withholding his raw emotions was too unbearable to handle. Itâs now or never, Peter thought to himself, and for a while, Peter believed his plan was going to work.Â
But, he was wrong.Â
Peterâs plan began to crumble the minute that Daniel Miller entered the picture. Daniel was everything that Peter wasnât - he was perfect, a star-athlete, tall, and he had an impeccable character that made him lovable. Every girl had a huge crush on him, and they had every right to find him appealing. In the beginning, Peter didnât really seem to care about Daniel, but now that Daniel was purposefully sabotaging Peterâs plan, Peter was beyond angry. Anytime that Peter was with you, you were whisked away by Daniel for various idiotic reasons.Â
The first time Daniel took you away, he lied and asked if you could switch seats with Flash because he was âseverelyâ allergic to peanut butter crackers. You, of course, offered to change seats, completely unaware that Daniel was luring you towards him. Peter felt his blood boil; he clearly remembers seeing Daniel eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup a couple of days before. The second time Daniel took you away, you were sitting next to Peter in the dining hall at the hotel before Daniel âaccidentallyâ spilled hot coffee all over his body; once again, you fell for his trap, and you offered to help him, despite Daniel being eighteen years old. The third time Daniel took you away, you were watching a movie with Peter; Daniel somehow convinced you that he needed your help and asked if you could quiz him for the upcoming competition, to which you agreed. Every single time that Daniel succeeded, he would give Peter a relish sneer, mentally gloating that he had successfully stolen you away.Â
Although Peter absolutely hated Daniel with every fiber of his soul, Itâs not like Peter was going to force you to stop talking to Daniel - that would be a dick move - but if Peter had the chance to throw Daniel off a building, he would happily do it in a heartbeat. However, as you were spending more time with Daniel instead of Peter, Peterâs hope was gradually disappearing.Â
Now, Peter morosely sat in his hotel room alone, imagining Daniel constantly flirting with you the whole afternoon and evening. By making up a quick lie and telling Mr. Harrington that he had a stomach ache, Peter was able to sulk in his room while the rest of the group was exploring tourist areas in the city before the big competition. Peter had come to believe that Daniel had won and decided there was no point of trying to win you back; there was no way that you would ever love him, Peter thought to himself, not when Daniel is still around.
Meanwhile, as Peter was sadly believing that Daniel was now professing his love for you, you were sitting on your bed, your room right in front of Peterâs door, completely unaware that Peter stayed behind as well. You, too, lied and said that you were feeling sick, but in reality, you wanted some time away from Daniel. He was becoming extremely annoying, but you didnât have the heart to tell him the truth. While you assumed that you were going to have some peace and quiet, that dream was utterly destroyed. As usual, Flash opened his big mouth and told Daniel that you were in your hotel room, so now, you were sitting inches away from Daniel as a movie was playing in the background. You pretended to listen to the movie, but you constantly thought about Peter, wondering how he was doing. You felt horrible for leaving Peter alone so many times, and you wanted to apologize but you never had the chance to.Â
âYou okay, Y/N?â Daniel confronted, noticing how your eyes were not watching the screen. You rapidly blinked, turning to look at Daniel before giving him a half-hearted smile.Â
ââM fine, just thinking about Peter,â you honestly confessed, hoping that Daniel would further question you, wondering why you were so worried about Peter. Instead, he said the exact opposite.Â
âMeh, donât worry about Parker right now. Itâs just you and me, pretty girl.â You let out a frustrated sigh, to which Daniel didnât pick up, and you mentally rolled your eyes, hating how Daniel always changed the topic whenever you would bring up Peter. If you knew that Daniel had this fuckboy persona, you never wouldâve given him the time of day. You remained quiet and glued your eyes to the screen, hoping that Daniel wouldnât notice your disinterest in the horrible movie he picked out. You faked a laugh as something âhilariousâ showed up on the screen, but then you felt your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You leaned towards the furniture, detaching your phone from the charger and unlocking your phone. MJ sent you a text; you assumed she sent you a photo of where they were at, but when you read the message, a frown settled on your face.Â
Peter is in his room right now, very upset. Do you think you could check up on him?Â
Without needing any more information, you turned off your phone and jumped out of the bed. You turned to look at Daniel, who paused the movie, and you gave him an apologetic look, hoping that he would understand what you were about to tell him.Â
âIâm sorry, Danny, but I just got a text from MJ. Peter is upset and I have to make sure heâs okay.âÂ
âWhat?â Daniel responded in an annoying tone, hating that Peter, once again, was ruining his plans. âAre you serious right now? Weâre watching a movie, you canât just leave me here.âÂ
You glared at Daniel, deeply despising the way he spoke to you, but you bit your lip, not wanting to argue back and forth. You slipped on your shoes and proceeded to ignore Danielâs snarky attitude.Â
âDaniel, I donât get why youâre so mad. Iâm checking up on one of my closest friends, whatâs your fucking deal?â you snapped at him, causing Daniel to lean back in shock.Â
âMy deal?â Daniel angrily repeated. âMy deal is that youâre paying too much attention to him. Weâre having a great time together, I just hate that Peter is getting in the way of that.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, unable to believe that Daniel actually thought you were having a great time. The boy merely spoke about himself and nothing else, and you found him extremely boring. You let out a laugh, to which he didnât like, but you didnât give a fuck anymore. âDanny,â you started, âdonât try to control what I do. Iâm leaving and thatâs final.âÂ
You angrily grabbed your phone, ignoring his protests and pleads, but just as you were about to open the door, the idiot had the nerve to open his mouth once again.Â
âWhatever, go run to Peter. But, I promise you this, he canât show you a good time like how I can.âÂ
You remained still, feeling your blood boil due to his vulgar comment. You were trying your hardest not to chuck your phone at his face, but instead, you turned around and gave him a smirk.
âI doubt that, Danny. From what I heard, you barely have four inches,â you retorted before opening the door and slamming it shut.Â
You mumbled curse words under your breath, wishing you couldâve smacked Daniel across the face, but Peter was your top priority. In a quick second, you were now standing in front of Peterâs door, and you anxiously knocked on it. Peter was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard someone knocking, and he got up off of his bed and walked towards the door, opening it halfway. To say the least, Peter was surprised to see you standing right in front of him, and he wondered why you were back so early. Judging by your irritated face, Peter knew something was on your mind and you wanted to get it off of your chest, so he moved to the side and fully opened the door. You walked inside, continuing to spew out profanities, but then you closed your mouth, remembering why you were here.
âPeter, is something bothering you? MJ told me you were upset,â you said, causing Peter to stiffen. Peter hoped that MJ didnât tell you the real reason he was upset, but he remained quiet, wanting you to continue speaking. You walked towards the bed and plopped down, patting the empty spot next to you, signaling Peter to sit down. Peter obeyed, and you instantly leaned into him, laying your head on his shoulder.Â
âYou can tell me anything, Peter. Iâll listen,â you remarked, hoping that Peter would tell you the truth. You hated seeing him sad, and you were willing to do anything to make him happy. Peter let out a big breath, slowly working up the courage to say whatâs been on his chest for the past four years. You lifted your head, shifting your body so that you were now fully facing him. You watched as a shaky Peter was fidgeting with his fingers.Â
âYou want me to be completely honest?â Peter timidly whispered, deciding that now was finally the time to say heâs had a crush on you since the moment he laid eyes on you. You nodded your head, eager to know the cause of his sorrows.
âYes, of course, Pete,â you replied, getting anxious by the second as Peter was stalling time. Peter bit his lower lip, not knowing how to perfectly form his emotions into words, but when he opened his mouth, everything came spewing out.Â
âIâve been in love with you since the day I saw you, and I made this very tedious plan to confess my feelings for you while we were on this trip - but then fucking Daniel ruined everything - and thatâs the reason why Iâve been so moody. I was going to take you to various places in the city - and I even bought you a bracelet with our initials on it - but now that Iâm saying it out loud, thatâs kinda creepy and Iâm sorry, and Iâm rapidly speaking so I can run away from the inevitable - which is you turning me down because you donât feel the same way.â Peter heavily panted as he finished his rant, but there was a long moment of silence as you stared at Peter with wide eyes.Â
âNo fucking way,â you breathed out, unable to register what Peter was saying. All of this time, you thought that Peter didnât like you, but when he finally admitted his feelings, you were completely taken aback. Holy fuck, you thought to yourself, Peter loves me. Peter loves me. Â
âI know, I know-,â Peter sorrowfully replied, rubbing his forehead, hurt that you were ridiculing him because of the way he felt about you. âItâs hilarious that a guy like me thinks that he can get with a girl like you. Hahaha, but it hurts, Y/N, I have feelings an-â
âPeter,â you interrupted him, moving closer until you were inches away from his face. Peter closed his mouth, feeling his heart rapidly beat in his chest as he began to cherish every feature on your face; his heart felt like it was going to explode due to the lack of distance, but you didnât seem to mind. In fact, you loved the effect you were having on Peter. You delicately placed your hands on his chest, and you discreetly remained calm, despite you being able to feel how strong his chest was.
âI love you, tooâ you heartedly declared, anxiously smiling as you waited for Peter to respond. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards, and you lovingly stared into Peterâs eyes, noticing the crinkles around his eyes become more prominent when he grinned, and you absolutely adored it. He was like a ray of sunshine, his smile was more than his mouth; it was his voice and his words, and it was utterly beautiful.Â
His eyes briefly widened, but then they became soft as he now watched your cheeks turn pink like a spring tulip.Â
âAre you like, serious? Youâre not messing with me right now?â Peter managed to say, unable to accept that the girl of his dreams just told him she liked him. You let out a slight chuckle, running your hands up until they peacefully rested on Peterâs neck; you slowly leaned your forehead against his, deeply staring into his eyes.
âIâm a hundred percent serious, Peter. I love you so fucking much.â You drew Peter towards you as much as you could, and in the first second, he inhaled your enticing scent. It smelled pleasant, light, and refreshing - there was a slight hint of fruitiness, but it wasnât overbearing nor masking your natural scent. The next second, your lips are on Peterâs, and he openly invites you into his arms. For such a long time, Peter kisses you with such delicately and tenderness, and you didnât want to pull away. This felt right, and you knew that Peter felt the same way. Peter was your perfect guy, and you were going to make sure he knew that every single day of his life until the day he dies.Â
Peter departs his lips from yours, despite you moaning for more, and he takes a moment to lovingly stares into your eyes, gingerly holding your face in his hands. Your eyes sparkled with delight, and if Peter could, he would freeze this moment forever, never wanting to move forward. Although Peterâs plans didnât go the way he wanted it to, the outcome was, nonetheless, just as beautiful as he imagined it.Â
âKiss me again, Peter,â you quietly demanded.Â
Peter leans into your touch, finding your lips once again - but then something inside of you changes. The soft tender kiss turned into a vicious, needy make-out session. The sweet, timid, and friendly girl Peter used to know was completely gone and was now replaced with a rough and aroused one. You gradually climbed onto Peterâs lap as you hungrily kissed him, and you feel a patch of wetness drip onto your underwear as your tongues fight for dominance. Peter is so enticed on kissing you that he fails to notice one of your hands firmly grasping his cock through his pants. The sudden touch causes Peter to ripple out a low groan, and you smile into the kiss, content that you were able to make Peter wither from just a single touch.Â
You repeat the same noise at a higher pitch as Peter roughly rubs your ass, disconnecting his lips before attacking your neck. You throw your head back in utter bliss, granting Peter more access, and you feel a bruise form as Peter continues to suck on a particular spot. While one hand is stroking Peterâs enormous cock, the other hand snakes its way under his shirt; another moan comes out of Peterâs mouth, and you loved hearing it.Â
In a blink of an eye, Peterâs shirt is on the ground, and yours follows as well. You push him down against the bed, and you seductively crawl towards him until youâre straddling his waist.Â
Your lips reconnect once more, and Peterâs fingers manage to unclasp your bra, which he recklessly tosses to the ground. âPeter,â you moaned in delight as his hands raked over your exposed chest, firmly gripping your breasts. Just as Peter is about to place his lips on your sensitive bud, a loud banging on the door prevents him from doing so. You let out a gasp, frightened at the sound, but then you hear the voice yell.Â
âOpen up, Parker!â Daniel angrily announced, continuing to slam his fist on the door. âI know Y/N is in there! We need to talk.â You and Peter stare at each other, not knowing what to do, but then you vividly remembered Danielâs words. I promise you this, he canât show you a good time like how I can. A smirk grows on your face as you think of an elaborate and mischievous plan. Oh, you were going to prove him wrong. As Daniel kept screaming, demanding you to come out of the room, Peter became exasperated, completely annoyed that Daniel was ruining your intimate moment. Finally, Peter lets out an irritated groan, but just as heâs about to move you to the side so he can answer the door, you place your hands on his chest.Â
âDonât move, I have an idea,â you say with a sly smug, but before Peter can ask you what your plan was, you let out a loud, compelling, and pornographic moan.
âOh, God! Peter!â you yelled in pure ecstasy, grabbing your breasts in the process to keep you riled up. âDonât stop! Keep going, baby.â The banging immediately stops, and you mentally give yourself a pat on the back, knowing that on the other side of the door, Daniel was extremely jealous, embarrassed, and frustrated. Peterâs eyes widen in shock at your reaction, but heâs ultimately aroused once more, loving how you wanted Daniel to know that he was fulfilling your sexual desires.Â
Peter disregards Danielâs presence and attaches his lips on your nipple, causing you to loudly sigh in bliss as Peter sucks on it. The fake moans you were forming were now real, and you held Peterâs head in your chest as his finger roughly rubbed the other nipple.Â
âFuck-â you loudly whined, unintentionally rubbing yourself on Peterâs crotch. A hefty groan comes out of Peter, and he detaches his lips from your breasts, easily lifting you up with one hand while the other begins to undo his pants. You mirror his actions, doing the same to your pants, tossing your bottoms and underwear to the floor. Peter wiggled out of his pants and boxers, his cocks twitching and springing up as your exposed core slowly rubbed itself on his shaft. You can already see the pre-cum forming at the head, and you eagerly lick your lips, wanting to wrap your mouth around his member.Â
Suddenly, Peter grabs you by the waist and flips you over so that heâs on top. As you expect him to unleash all of his strength onto you, Peter delicately kisses you, as if heâs afraid heâll break you. While his touches send shivers down your spine, melting your heart, youâre impatient, wanting more. You softly push him away, and for a moment, Peter thinks heâs done something wrong.Â
âWhat is it? Did I do something wrong?â Peter anxiously asked, scanning your face to see if he could detect what was bothering you. You bit your lip in anticipation, petrified that if you said what was on your mind, it would ruin the mood. A million reasons swirled around his mind and he feared that heâs gone too far; he assumed you didnât feel comfortable anymore to continue your sexual activities. What Peter failed to realize was that you didnât regret anything. âTell me, baby,â Peter reassured you, placing light kisses on your face and neck. You cave into his touch, and you feel your muscles relax. Â
âI want you,â you started off, raking your fingers across his chest. âBut, I need rough sex, Peter,â you needily whimpered, biting your lip in the process, causing Peter to lean back, his eyes widening. âPlease, fuck me as hard as you can. I want Daniel to know how good youâre fucking me.â
You intently stare at Peterâs face, scared that he was going to say no, but then you notice his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening as he listened to your words. The mere mention of Danielâs name caused Peter to shake from rage, but then something switched inside of Peter, and a huge grin spread across his face.Â
âDamn Y/N,â Peter replies, biting his lower lip. A small moan escapes Peterâs mouth as he realizes what youâre asking of him, and he absolutely loves it; Peter feels his cock twitch from excitement as he repeated your words over and over again in his mind, and it drove him insane. Peter couldnât believe it; here he was, thinking you were going to be an innocent girl, but oh no - he was wrong, and boy did he love it. Peter bit his lip in hunger, his eyes taking in your body once more. The thought of mercilessly pounding into you without anything stopping him caused more pre-cum to leak out of his cock, and Peter was more than prepared to grant you what so deeply desired.
âAs you wish, darling.â Peter peppered kisses against the nape of your neck and before you know it, Peter firmly grabs you by the neck. You let out a soft gasp at his sudden change of behavior, but then a whimper escapes out of you as Peter crashes his lips onto yours, and you allow him to take full control.Â
âFuck Peter.â You moan as you buck your hips up, needing him to be inside of you. You were becoming impatient, but Peter darkly chuckled as he brought his face close to yours.
âOh no baby,â he scolds, a smirk forming on his face. âIâll be inside you when I want to. You understand?â You feel as if youâre about to cry out in pain and pleasure, but youâre willing to do anything for Peter. You frantically nod your head, hoping it will satisfy Peter.Â
Peterâs grip got tighter, unhappy that you didnât verbally respond. âYou better speak right now or I swear, Iâll tease you until youâre a crying mess.âÂ
âYes, Peter. I understand, baby,â you affirmed as Peter hummed in satisfaction. Peter slowly released the tight grip he had before rummaging through the nightstand. Peter pulls out a condom but before you even have time to ask him where he got it, he tears it open with his mouth and puts on the safety. Without any warning or hesitation, Peter roughly turns you around, your chest pressed down against the bed. You immediately understand what he wants, and you quickly get on all fours, laying your head on the pillow and perking your ass up, giving Peter a complete view of your core. Peter groans at the sight as you flirtatiously wiggle your bare ass in front of him, and he leans back to admire the view for a short moment.Â
âLook at you,â he seductively whispered, causing you to become even more aroused as his words drip out of his mouth like sweet honey. âAll ready for me, such a good girl.âÂ
Suddenly, Peter slams into you, and you let out the loudest noise youâve ever made, finally satisfied that he was inside you. However, Peter doesnât move, allowing you to adjust to his large size, but you cry out in frustration, wanting him to pound into you mercilessly. You attempt to move, but Peter roughly grabs your hips, refraining you. Peter lets out a heavy exhalation, absolutely melting into you as he felt your pretty folds swallow him up. It was majestic.Â
âShit,â Peter mutters, âYouâre so tight, Y/N.â Peter slowly begins to move, but in an instant, his pace starts to accelerate. Peter pounds into your cunt; it was ruthless, exhilarating, and animalistic, and you rolled your eyes in utter pleasure, your mouth hanging open.
Youâre a writhing mess, spelling out incoherent words as Peter tightly held onto your waist and slammed into you. You knew there was going to be bruises due to his death grip, but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you made you totally forget. The slight pain was gone as pleasure overstimulated your body, and you arched your back in response, repeating Peterâs name. You clamped onto the sheets for dear life, your head laying on the pillows, your sounds being muffled. The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, and Peter gasps and curses, becoming a panting mess as he doesnât intend on stopping anytime soon.
Peter grabs a handful of your hair, forcing your head off the pillow, and your moans become louder. âThatâs right,â Peter reassured, releasing your hair and moving his hand towards your neck. âScream for me, baby. Let him know whoâs fucking you this good.â
âAh, Peter! Faster, please! Ohh fuck Peter, shit!â you scream, holding onto his arm for support.Â
âCan Daniel fuck you like this?â Peter asked, digging his knees deeper into the bed and moving his hips at a faster rate. Peterâs cock was stretching you out, and you were loving every minute of it.Â
âNo! Peter -Shit!- only you can! Only you can make me feel like this.â You cry out in pleasure, your hair sticking to your sweaty back and chest. Peter groans in satisfaction, your words encouraging him to move faster.
âExactly, youâre fucking mine - all mine.â Your walls contract around him at his words, and Peter feels a familiar feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He detaches himself from you, pulling out for a brief moment before forcing you to lay on your back. Peterâs hand gingerly returns to your waist, savoring this moment. Both of you heavily pant as you stare into each otherâs eyes, and Peter leans in, passionately kissing you.
âShit Peter!â you squeal in shock as you feel his cock enter you without hesitation, your nails clutching onto his contracting muscles.Â
âWhose pussy is this?â Peter grunted, fully slamming his cock into your pussy. A high pitch scream comes out of your mouth but youâre unable to form coherent words, completely discombobulated. Peterâs cock perfectly fills you up, and you desperately stare into his eyes, digging your sharp nails in his back. âI said,â Peter angrily repeated, tightly squeezing your neck. âWhose pussy is this?âÂ
âYours,â you mewl as you began to feel a knot form in your stomach.Â
âThatâs right, baby,â Peter asserted, sweat trickling down his face, chest, and back. You closed your eyes, completely aroused by Peterâs rough side, and Peter couldnât help but trace over your body. He admired the way your breasts bounced as he pounded into you, the way your face contorted in total ecstasy, and the way your hair was a mess - a mess that he made from fucking you so good.Â
âIâm so close, baby -Fuck Iâm s-so close-â You feel the knot get stronger. Peter continues to thrust into you, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Peterâs fingers find its way to your clit, rapidly rubbing circles, and you let out a whine.Â
âCome for me, darling. Come all over my cock,â Peter coaxed you, his words sending you over the edge. Your hands grip onto his arms for dear life as you let out a throat-ripping moan, your body shaking in the process. Peter comes right after you, his hands resting beside your head, firmly clutching onto the sheets as he, too, let out a groan. Peterâs body collapses onto yours, and your fingers find its way to the curls at the back of his head, burying themselves in his smooth hair. For a while, the room goes silent, and all you can hear are the heavy pants coming out of your mouths. Peter is still inside you, but you donât mind at all. Peterâs body slowly rises and falls as he comes down from his high, and his hands cradle your face; Peter leaves a sloppy yet passionate kiss, and once again, you melt into his arms.Â
You whimper as you feel Peterâs member pull out, and you watch as Peter wobbly stands up to throw away the condom. You intently stare at his chest as he walks back to you, and you notice the fresh scratch marks you left. You feel your cheeks turn red, but Peter gives you a soft smile, mentally telling you that it was fine. Finally, Peter gets back into bed and pulls the covers over your bodies. Your turn to lay on his side, lovingly gazing into his eyes.Â
âWow,â was all you managed to say, âThat was fucking amazing.â Peter lets out a chuckle, becoming flustered as you continued to praise him.Â
âDo you think Daniel heard?â you wondered, softly rubbing Peterâs chest.Â
âI think the whole floor heard,â Peter truthfully responded, scratching the back of his head. You lightly laugh at his comment, your eyes glistening with joy, before pressing a tender kiss on Peterâs lips. Good, you thought to yourself, now everyone knows how great Peter is at sex.Â
âAre you okay?â Peter asked. âDid I hurt you?â Your heart melted in your chest as you realized how worried Peter was. You shook your head, easing him. âIâm fine, Peter.â However, the dryness of your throat made it hard for you to speak, and Peter knew that you needed something to drink.Â
âLetâs get you something to drink, thereâs a vending machine right out the door,â Peter offered, to which you accepted. You were desperately craving water, but you also fancied a small snack to munch on. Peter and you got out of bed -despite how sore your bodies were - and you instinctively bent down and grabbed your underwear and Peterâs shirt. Peter felt an enormous grin grow on his face as he watched you, and you returned the smile when you felt his eyes on you.Â
You walked towards the door with nothing but his shirt and underwear whereas Peter was only wearing his boxer shorts; just as you opened the door and stepped out of the room, with Peter right behind you, your eyes landed on Daniel, who, as well, opened your hotel door the exact moment you did. Daniel tightly clutched his book bag, but as he turned around to head down the hallway, his eyes found yours. He deeply stared, noticing how your makeup was smeared, your hair was tangled, and Peterâs chest was covered with scratches and bruises.Â
You broke eye-contact, your face expressionless, as you turned to the left, heading towards the vending machine that was feet away from where you stood.Â
Peter bitterly glared down Daniel, but then Peter mirrored your movements, leaning against the machine. Peter took notice of how Daniel was glued to the floor, and Peter flared his nostrils, disliking how Daniel continued to gawk at you.Â
Yet, Peter didnât mind that you were only wearing his t-shirt in the middle of the hallway. He knew Daniel had a perfect view of your ass, which was barely covered by the thin fabric, but Peter didnât care because he knew that the moment you entered his hotel room, he was going to relentlessly fuck you again until you couldnât walk anymore. As you were still deciding what snack to choose from, Peter slightly turned his head to the side, a smug expression cemented on his face as he watched Daniel awkwardly stand in front of your door. Danielâs face was bright red, most likely due to his rage of knowing what you and Peter were doing, but Peter remained unbothered, rejoicing that he was able to rile up Daniel with so much ease.Â
Peter sent a coy wink to Daniel as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his arms and placing sloppy kisses on your exposed neck while still holding eye-contact with Daniel. You leaned your head back, exposing more skin for Peter, knowing fully well of what he was trying to do. However, you didnât object at all. A pool of your wetness started to drip onto your underwear, and you softly let out a discreet moan as Peterâs hand tightly clutched your ass. You loved how Peter was gloating to Daniel, reveling in the fact that you were Peterâs and only his. Your lips curved upwards as you heard Daniel let out a huff of frustration, mumbling incoherent words as he stormed down the hallway. Â
Once Daniel was gone, you wrapped your arms around Peterâs neck, your fingers delicately playing with the strands of his hair as a giggle escaped from your lips. You placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.
âYouâre such an ass,â you joked, shaking your head as you divert your attention back to the vending machine. Peter shrugged his shoulders, not caring that Daniel was probably going to cry in his room, knowing you slipped away from his fingers. âAsshole deserves it,â Peter blankly declared. You bit your lip in frustration, your eyes glancing at the snacks before Peter rested his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist once again.
âCâmon baby,â Peter seductively whispered. His hands discreetly snuck underneath your shirt and his fingers started to play your nipples, slowing pitching them in the process. You let out a soft gasp, shocked that Peter had the courage to do this in the hallway, but then you felt yourself become aroused, ready to start round two. âWe still have a few hours before everyone comes back,â Peter murmured, biting your earlobe in the process.
You let out a big sigh. âScrew it,â you said, quickly forgetting about the snack and grabbing Peterâs hand. Peter bit his lip, a devious smirk forming on his lips as you dragged him back to the room, eager to continue your previous activity.Â
Despite Peterâs plan not going accordingly, he wasât complaining. To say the least, Peter was fully satisfied, especially after the several rounds he had with you.Â
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I want you; Jungkook
writer: moonlightchildz
date: 10/06/19
summary: since the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew that Jeon Jungkook was going to be the one to take away your virginity.
pairings: jungkook x reader
warnings: SMUT (thereâs so much jungkook content), drug usage (weed), alcohol substance, etc.
Word count: 13k
âIf you keep staring at him, youâre gonna end up drooling at this point.â
You tentatively raised your index and middle finger up to your lips out of reflex, and as your friend snickered to herself you flipped her off. There was no secret that the guy who had been recently added into your little group of friends had definitely caught your eye. From the moment he was introduced, you were hooked, lined, and had definitely sunk.Â
âI want you to meet the glue of the group,â you overhead Jimin say to someone. You werenât sure who he was referring to since you were too busy packing up his shit into his moving boxes. That was supposed to be his job, but he received a phone call and immediately dipped, leaving you to continue all the work by yourself. Typical Park Jimin.
âAnd there she is in all her glory.â
You turned around, ready to yell at him when the man beside him caught your attention. Your words got caught in your throat at the sight of him cause holy fuck. Who was this beauty in front of you? And why were you just meeting him when you looked as if you had crawled out of Oscarâs trash can from Elmoâs Street?
 âI canât even talk to him, much less go up to him and talk to him about cars because I literally have no clue what a car even is at this rate,â you exaggerated as you threw your hands in the air in frustration. Your best friend just chuckled quietly to herself, her light eyes taking in the boyâno, excuse youâthe man who had keenly grasped your attention. He was cute for sure, hot even. Truth be told, you were a hard catch. Guys threw themselves at you left and right, but you were so damn shy to ever respond back to their advancesâat least, thatâs what your best friend thought.
âSo, are you gonna talk to him?â
âListen, if I ever manage to talk to him, and if the gods from above help me get laid, then Iâll become the filthiest slut you want me to be.â
âYou havenât even had sex yet you talk like a slut.â She retorted, rolling her eyes at you.
âLeave my virgin ass alone.â
âSo, youâre not gonna go talk to Jeongguk?â She kept pestering you and you just swatted her hand away to keep her from bothering you.
You sighed in discontent and then slowly shook your head to respond to her question. âNo, he literally looks like a Greek god, and just seeing his face makes me drool. Also, whenever he stands so close to me I go into shut down mode and turn mute.â
âWell, thatâs a shame.â A new voice spoke up behind the both of you. You felt your heart drop at the sound of the so familiar voice. In fact, youâve dreamt of it and as you felt mortification quickly engulf your body from head to toe, you dared not to turn around since the pale look your best friend was spotting right now was a dead giveaway to who it was.
You slowly turned around and there he was in all his presence.
If humiliation was a color, you would be covered from head to toe since Jeon Jungkook was standing in front of you. He was watching you lose your shit on the inside and you felt like crawling inside the nearest trash can right about now.
âIâm Jeongguk by the way.â He flashed you an innocent, and a rather beautiful smile that made your cheeks warm up instantly.
âI know,â You awkwardly said, a small smile beginning to linger on your lips. God sure decided to take his time creating this fine ass man. Everything about him screamed untouchable and just drool worthy. Even in just a fitted black t-shirt and ripped jeans, he was absolutely delicious. His forearm was tattooed with Korean characters, and it had a small blue, water colored Smeraldo flower lacing around them so prettily. It was intricate, and it suited his bicep really well. Â
âAll this time, I thought you hated me.â He shook his head in disbelief and what seemed like mere amusement. Your eyes widened at that thought.
âIâWhat?â you spluttered out in disbelief.
âYeah, I really thought you didnât fuck with me since you never really talked to me, or even bothered.â
âYeah no,â you shook your head. âIâm just really shy.â With guys who have huge dicks, and look like you.
As he ran a hand through his hair, your eyes lingered on the rings that adorned his pretty and veiny hands. A few more artistic tattoos graced his skin, making him look a piece of art himself. Â How could he ever think that you could ever hate him?
Wow, could you choke me until oblivion with those hands?
âI was waiting for you to at least say hi since everyone adores you, you know? I wanted to see what the hype was and now I understand.â He continued casually and your heart almost gave out on you. âThough I appreciate you calling me, eh, what was it? A Greek god? Thank you, by the way.â
âSorry,â you mumbled out, mortified at being caught since a cute guy was talking to you. âIâm Y/N by the way.â
âI know.â He smiled, and right then, you wanted to suck his dick. âAnd why are you sorry? Itâs not an often occurrence I have to meet a pretty girl like you, much less be shy about it.â
And in that moment, you knew you were bound to be fucked.
                           *********
 Jungkook stood by the entrance of the living room. He had already downed shots thanks to his new group of friends that had encouraged him to drink them. He was feeling a bit buzzed, and the excitement coursing through his system wasnât really helping the poor guy.
âCâmon Jeon, as the new member of the group itâs required for you to be initiated.â Taehyung began, getting the rest of the six morons into it now. Jimin began to holler, agreeing with him since of course he would. Jimin would grab the stars for Kim Taehyung if he could.
âShouldnât initiation be before I get added into the group?â Jeongguk retorted, his eyes too busy looking for a certain someone. Every time the door would swing open, his eyes landed on whoever entered, but each time he was disappointed since it wasnât who he was anticipated to see.
âOkay, you have a point,â Taehyung agreed, but there was a smirk already making its way on his lips so he knew this subject wasnât over yet. âBut youâre still the rookie and each member has gone through this so get going.â
He shoved the bottle of Fireball towards him, a shot of glass sliding his way before he could protest. Guess getting shitfaced was part of todayâs agenda, too. Jeongguk simply rolled his eyes and allowed Taehyung to pour him a shot since he might as well enjoy the night drunk if the person he was waiting for wasnât even going to show up as he was promised.
âChug, chug, chug!â
Jeongguk just laughed as he watched Taehyung pour liquor into Jiminâs eager lips.
He was buzzed by the time you arrived and he hadnât seen you walk into the kitchen until he turned around with a bottle in one hand and a blunt in the other.
âJungkook,â you greeted him with a huge, and easy going smile. He almost dropped the blunt and bottle right there. You were showing so much skin to his surprise. His doe eyes struggled in not landing on your ass, your thighs, and hips, but the ripped shorts you were wearing was such a tease move on your part. The shirt barely covered your stomach and your hair seemed so pretty in his eyes.
âY/N,â he returned, mimicking your smile automatically. âIâm surprised to see you here.â He really was, but he felt giddy now. He felt the after effects of the fireball kick in instantly by just looking at you.
âOh, well I was dragged out by my dumb friends.â You told him, your hand slowly tucking your strands behind your ear as you looked at everywhere but him. He could tell you were nervous, and he wanted to scream since he wanted to get to know you, to get you to tell him everything about your goals and dreams, and to even hear you animatedly talk about your weird obsession over this kpop group called BT21.
âAh, I see.â
His eyes lingered on your figure, knuckles turning white from gripping his glass. For fucks sakes, you were too fucking hot, and adorable for your own good.
âAre you gonna drink and smoke that by yourself?â you suddenly asked him, and he immediately shook his head, a sly grin making its way on his handsome face.
âWell, since youâre asking you wanna join me?â
There was a beat of silence followed by his abrupt question and he wanted to cry. You probably didnât even drink, or much less smoke so he felt stupid in that moment, but you surprised him. With such ease, you just grabbed the blunt from his hand, twirling it around with your index and forefinger so carelessly. With your other hand, you motioned him closer and like a dog in a leash, he was already there, inhaling your addicting scent of flowers, and lavender laundry detergent.
âI say we smoke this later.â Your hot breath fanned his neck, making him swallow thickly at the sensation of having you so damn near him. âBut,â you shyly graced your lips against his cheek as you turned to face him instead. âI think we deserve to enjoy this bottle first, no?â
His hand was already in yours, barely managing to nod along since your lips were inches away from his and it was just torture at this rate. He felt his fingers twitch as he softly answered, âOkay.â
It was as if you melted the tough exterior away from him each time he glanced into your eyes. He let you lead him through Seokjin and Namjoonâs mansion without batting an eye. It was crazy how comfortably you were being surrounded by six men, granted they were all gay for each other, but they drove him insane the majority of time. He wondered how you had so much patience overall.
You led him towards the mini patio upstairs.
It felt so ridiculous walking up so many stairs to just get to the designated floor where you, and the rest of the other four morons usually stayed the weekends when Namjoon and Seokjin often threw these grandiose parties. The top two floors were always off limits for everyone, everyone except Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi, and you. The top floor was strictly only for Namjoon and Seokjin and that was a rule everyone obeyed simply because no one wanted to deal with Kim Seokjinâs wrath.
âIâm guessing everyone in the group has their own rooms?â Jeongguk prompted, his curious eyes taking every single detail in with awe. âSeokjin and Joon gave me the one across the hall.â He pointed to the door that was down the hall from your room.
âYeah,â you nervously began, your fingers gripping the door knob to your room. With a short breath, you manage to unlock your room and lead him into your room. âUm, when I got into the group they gave me this room and told me to go crazy with it.â
As ridiculous as that sounds, itâs accurate. All six morons you dearly loved and adored lived here with them and it was amazing how well they all got along, even when they were at each otherâs throats. But now it seemed as if this house was going to be filled in by someone special really soon. You glanced over at Jeongguk, and smiled.
One thing you quickly took notice of Jeon Jungkook was that every time you smiled at him, he always responded the same way: his eyes would softly crinkle, nose slightly scrunched up, and that beautiful smile of his always made butterflies in your stomach roam free. The nerves that were overflowing your body soon turned into a buzz, a buzz that you happily welcomed with opened arms.
âCome,â you beckoned him, nails waving him into the balcony. He watched as you carelessly slipped off your shoes and ran a hand through your hair while you occupied yourself into accommodating something that was out of his eyesight.
Jeongguk took in a deep breath, and slowly approached your moving silhouette. There was a love seat placed against the brick wall that faced Namjoonâs backyard and on the other side of the balcony was a hammock with cushions and even a blanket. A sparkling waterfall led into their pool that seemed to be occupied by people there and even though the atmosphere seemed so chaotic, here alone together it felt at peace in that moment. He continued taking in everything that was you, and right there on his left side there along with a mini table that held a tray with two flavored kind of Swishers, was a jar that was filled halfway with weed.
You were literally a god send angel in his eyes.
âTake a seat,â your soft voice levitated his heart.
He easily complied and took a seat, eyes shamelessly landing on that sweet ass of yours while you were facing him away. You carelessly looked down at the mess going on downstairs, a grin already on your pretty face while you securely hugged the bottle to your chest. His doe eyes roamed the shape of your hips, your soft curves, and the pretty expressions you made while taking a swig from the bottle he had earlier. With screwed eyes, you coughed a bit and started walking towards where he was seated at.
âSo tell me about yourself,â he began, taking you in again as if hadnât blatantly stared at your ass this whole entire time. âWeâve known each other for a few weeks now, but I donât really know much about you besides that youâre everyoneâs favorite, and therapist apparently?â
âYeah, okay,â you screwed your eyes shut as the alcohol slowly went down your throat. âUm, well, where do I begin? Gee, uh, Iâm the only daughter of three kids, so I have overprotective brothers up my ass all the time. My parents have been together for more than 23 years, but theyâre not married. My favorite color depends on my mood, and I love to eat a lot, like a lot Jeongguk.â You emphasized the last thing so seriously that it made him laugh a little.
He was taking in everything you said, his brain writing down notes since you were finally talking to him.
âUhh, I love to draw but I can like only draw like stick people,â you continued, eyes bright and your smile endless. âAnd, I love to listen to music a lot. If Iâm not eating, or trying to get my life together, then Iâm either smoking, sleeping, or studying. As for the whole therapist thing, well yeah. Thatâs how we met. We all tended to go to the same therapist, and I would talk to them individually while we waited to be attended. I didnât realize these six weird dudes were friends because I never saw them together until Jimin, Hobi, and Jinnie decided to simultaneously invite me to a cookout. I spent days trying to compromise with the three of them to see if I could hang out with two of them another day. It was so fucking stressful, but I ended up going with Jin. And imagine the surprise I got when I saw that all of them knew each other and conveniently tried inviting me to the same event. It was so chaotic, Jeonngguk.â
Jeongguk nodded, following along to every word you said and he felt at ease just watching you animatedly talk to him. You had these adorable mannerisms that made him smile like a love sick idiot and he wasnât even aware of it in the moment. He just felt the need to be closer to you, but he hadnât come to the conclusion as to how much and why. Â
âWhat about you?â You suddenly prompted him, handing him the bottle of liquor back. Your fingers gently graced his as you passed him the bottle and that movement alone made you jittery.
His dark eyes were trained on you as he slowly poured down liquor between his pinkish lips. That movement alone made his bicep bulge beneath the t-shirt he was wearing and you swallowed thickly.
Forgive me father for I will sin.
âIâm the second youngest out of my siblings,â he began roughly, snapping you out of your filthy imagination. âAnd my parents are married. I have a younger sister who drives me fucking nuts and we just moved here a month ago actually, so I really donât know how I lucked out when meeting you and everyone else.â
You raised an eyebrow at that, âReally? You moved here a month ago and look at you know. Crashing in Namjoon and Seokjinâs mansion in less than a few weeks of meeting them.â
âHonestly, Iâm as surprised as you are.â
âNot really,â you shook your head, eyeing him from head to toe quite shamelessly. By now the alcohol had gotten to your head and you seemed at ease with him. You were propped up against the palm of your hand as you practically talked without thinking now. âI can see why they love you, Jeongguk. Youâre a sweetheart that everyone adores.â
His knee was pressed up against your thigh, hand inches away from yours. âIs that so?â He hummed out, an appreciative tone underlying in his voice.
âYeah,â you reassured wholeheartedly without even hesitating. âYouâve become such an important part of the group in just a couple of weeks and thatâs saying something. The guys are so picky and overprotective of each other, and you just fit in so well. It feels as if the group is complete now with you in it. Everyone from Jimin, to Tae, to Jin, to Namjoon, to Yoongi, and to Hobi has a special place, and you Jeon just happened to be the last puzzle piece to the set.â
âI can see why they love you,â he smiled fondly and your heart lurched against your chest. He was so beautiful. âYouâre the glue of this big family.â
In return, you just smiled wider, carelessly even, but to Jeongguk seeing that smile meant everything.
There was a blur in time. Fingers softly and delicately traced skin, laughter echoed in the dim moonlight, and secrets were being whispered out in the open air. There was a point where you were leaning against him, his arm dangling around your shoulders as you laughed along to a story he was telling you about him and how he found Yoongi hiding in Hoseokâs closet after hanging out with him for hours. It felt so brief, so calming, and so natural. It was effortless.
âCan I ask you a weird question?â
You glanced up at him, and he seemed to be closer than you had imagine since his lips were just a few inches away from yours.
âYeah,â you quietly said, finding it hard to concentrate. There was an urge inside of you to just lean in and close the gap, but something was holding you back. Was it maybe that he was more experienced than you in every way? For fuckâs sakes, you were a virgin without any clue of how flirting, or a relationship worked. You faltered, and he noticed.
âWanna dance?â He opted out with upon seeing your reluctance.
âI donât know how to,â you admitted to him, giggling in the end. Yep, you were definitely still a little buzzed, but it wasnât due to the alcohol anymore. You could hardly maintain eye contact with him and here you were touching his biceps, and dragging your silver nails down his stomach so carelessly, unaware of the effect you had on him. Jeongguk had gotten under your skin so quickly, it left you so surprised and so affected by him. You knew that by the end of tonight, his name, his eyes, his endearing smile, and the will to ride the living fuck out of him was going to haunt you until you saw him again.
âIâll teach you.â
He wasnât pulling away yet and truth be told you didnât want him to. Your smile was there as usual as you nodded and your fingers were already wrapping around the shot of vodka to down in your system. You were ready to down it all, but halfway through Jeongguk ripped away the shot of glass, letting some liquor spill on your lips.
With widened eyes, you glanced up at him in time to see him finish the rest of the contents inside.
âThereâs some um,â he quietly began, nearing you again. âYou have some vodka on your lips.â Thereâs a moment of hesitation between the two of you as his fingers gently trace your bottom lip where the strong liquid was dripping down to your chin.
With his thumb, he softly wiped away the liquor. His thumb ever so slowly brushed over your bottom lip, his dark eyes seeming lost as you stood still, barely managing to breathe properly.
His touch rendered you speechless since it was so brief, and gentle. Butterflies were practically roaming free, fluttering your heart awake at the simple, lingering effect of his touch.
âI expected you to swoon in and kiss me,â you suddenly blurted out without thinking. The funny thing was that you didnât feel embarrassment, or any nerve wrecking feeling like you normally did when around him since by now you were sure that motherfucker had something for you as well. Â
His eyes widened at your bluntness and you watched in amusement how his mouth repeatedly opened and closed like a fish without water. He sat up suddenly, beginning to lean in, almost closing the gap between you both, but you slowly pulled away from him, your fingers gently cupping his chin to detain him. A teasing smile edged on your lips, toying with him now before you got up from the couch, leaving him empty handed. You heard a loud, heavy sigh emit from behind you and you turned around to see him already standing, hair lightly blowing with the breeze.
âCome dance with me,â you extended your hand out to him, fingers continuously wiggling out for him. âI love this song.â You pouted as he just stood there with his pretty bunny smile and overall prince charming self. Jeongguk however seemed to be caught in a dilemma with himself. He didnât know whether to follow your games, or to just stop them right there with one simple solution. He knew he could be getting head without even moving a finger from other bitches, but as you neared him, hands automatically wandering up his arms, those thoughts were instantly wiped away. There was a reason everyone gravitated towards you. With just a smile, you made his heart begin to bloom for the first time in a really long ass time.
His scent engulfed you completely as you glanced up at him, probably looking at him as if you want to ride him until morning arrives, and then let him destroy you until he no longer wants to. Fuck. You wanted to be embraced by his warmth, feel his lips against your skin, and you were craving for it so much. Being near him was becoming intolerable, and it wasnât necessarily because you wanted to run away from him, no, quite the opposite actually. As each second, minute, hour passed by alongside with him you discovered just how badly you wanted him all.
His hands wondered down your sides immediately, pulling you flush against his body without even thinking. A small yelp emitted from your lips at the sudden pull and turn of your body. Jeongguk felt his heart leap from his ass as soon as you accommodated yourself, your back pressed fully against his chest as you moved your hips so sensually it was torturing him so much. He hadnât known you would get so touchy, much less bold. It didnât help that he was itching to just bend you over his couch and just fuck you until the only thing you could remember was his name.
He seemed thrown off when you rested your head against his shoulder, arms wrapping around his neck as you continued to sing along to the song that was playing in the background. You looked at ease, relaxed even. Is this how you were behind closed doors? An enigma? He hadnât expect to feel this way. It was becoming too much now. He felt his dick harden underneath you, and you just kept on grinding your ass on him, a teasing grin on your lips.
âFuck,â he cursed out, biting back the need to just do something to you at this point. Â
âWhat is it?â you turned around to face him, arms still wrapped around his neck. You were humming along to a pop song, pushing yourself against him even more. Your fingers were delicately running on his broad shoulders, your other hand twirling his damp hair.
âYou really donât know?â
You sluggishly shook your head, whispering, âDonât know what?â
You were too drunk, youâd probably wouldnât remember if he did say anything anyway. âNothing,â he decided instead. âIâll let you figure that out on your own when youâre sober.â
âI could go for a smoke right now,â you suddenly said ignoring what he just said. With a slender finger, you picked at the blunt that was sitting right beside his ear. âJoin me?â
He would do anything for you at this point. You placed the blunt between your lips, handing him the lighter. âLight it baby,â you instructed and he was so taken back by you. You were this shy little thing at first sight, but alone with him you were anything but that.
He slowly wavered the lighter side to side, eyes slowly taking you in. Your eyes were closed as you inhaled as much as you could. Smoke emitted from your lips as you fluttered your eyes open and there he was, inches away from you, just looking at you in what seemed wonderment. Jeongguk tried not to near you, tried not be lured into your schemes as he was warned by others, but you were his temptation. A temptation that was rendering him to his knees and it was all because of a woman. He hadnât know he had unconsciously neared you until he felt the smoke blow right at him.
Seconds. He was seconds away from ripping away the blunt from you, and just kissing you right there and then, but he opted out to grabbing the blunt from your lips instead. He figured if you were going to toy with him, heâll make you wait.
âSo when did you start to smââ
âGuk?â
He halted, smoke emitting from his lips as he turned towards you. Did you just called him Guk?
Slowly, he neared you, eyes darker than before. His forehead bumped against yours, smoke engulfing the both of you.
âSay it again,â he roughly demanded, his other hand firmly grabbing your chin. âSay it.â
You didnât. No, instead you pressed your mouth against his and it was so much fucking better. He dropped the blunt to cradle the side of your face, his lips molding against yours softly. You were already swinging a leg over his thighs, getting settled on his lap. Your arms already wrapping around his neck, tongue tracing the underside of his lower lip, and he moaned out at the feeling. Your fingers quickly tugged at his hair, body falling backwards since you knew he would wrap his arms around you and follow your movements, and thatâs exactly what he did. His strong arms bulged underneath you, and you were so drunk for his kisses. You felt euphoric, a humming sensation was taking over you, and it was him who was the cause of all of it.
âMore,â you panted out against his lips, tugging harder. He was everywhere. His hands, his lips, his soft moans echoing in your heightened sensations.
âYouâre drunk.â He hotly murmured out against your swollen lips. âYouâre kissing me because youâre drunk as fuck right now.â
Upon hearing that, you ripped yourself away from him, confused since you were anything but oblivious whenever it came to him for fuckâs sakes. âNo,â you firmly began, inching closer to him again. Your fingers gripped on to his shirt, curling in it as you bumped foreheads with him, eyes fervently taking him in. âIâm kissing you because I want you, you fucking idiot.â
Jeongguk simply grinned.
His hand wandered up your bare side, nails digging into your skin. âReally?â He seemed in utter trance, doe eyes taking every single little pretty feature of yours in.
âYes, you fucker,â you finally told him, eyes meeting his firmly. âLike a lot, to the point where I turn mute, but one thing for sure is that I want you, a lot.â
Okay, he decided, this was it for him. His hands were already pulling you towards him, mouth fervently on yours before he could let you continue speaking. Your hands were tugging at his hair, lips sucking swiftly his tongue as these little whining pants came out from you against his swollen mouth, bodies becoming increasingly hotter.
âIf you continue doing that, Iâm going to fuck you right here, y/n.â
Well, please say less.
âBut our first time together is not gonna be with me and you crossfaded,â he stubbornly refused, and you childishly pouted. You both sat there on the old couch, his arms still wrapped around you as you shamelessly leaned your forehead against his shoulder. Â
âCan I at least take off your shirt?â you tried to resonate with him, a tiny grin lacing your lips.
He laughed against your mouth.
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The next day, you woke up with a smile slapped all over your face. The covers were all wrapped around your clothed body, hair matted and surprisingly your breath didnât reek of death like you anticipated. It was late once you decided to crawl out of bed, but the rest of the household was still sound asleep since it was only ten in the morning. A smile lingered on your face once you walked out of your room and spotted Jeonggukâs room which was the one across from you. It was nerve wrecking to say that least. To have the Jeon Jungkookâthe nationwide guy who was an incredibly, talented, and artistic tattooistâ that everyone seemed to be thirsting had made you reassure him that you were into him last night.
His touch was magical in your enchanted heart. Seriously, one touch and you had been a goner. In your dreams, he was there, welcoming in you in his arms. Truth be told you wanted to be engulfed in his embrace, listen to him talk endlessly about his recent works, and feel his mouth on your skin. It was crazy really. Since the moment you had laid eyes on him, he had always been haunting you. And last night you had kissed him first, you had felt his hands roam your body, and you were giggling like crazy as he did so.
You had just changed into your spare clothes after a long, hot bath when you heard knocking on your door.
âJiminie if itâs you, just barge in like you always do,â you called out from the patio, finding the cool October air refreshing against your skin. It was nearing towards five in the afternoon now, you figured the guys were already awake, but nervousness was a bitch. You hadnât heard from Jeongguk and it was eating you alive. What if he realized he didnât want the same as you? What if he realized what he wanted wasnât you? You didnât want to face reality yet so you just remained in your room, trying to find the will to go back to your home.
âItâs me.â
Those two words stunned you. It was him. Panic flared throughout your body as you realized what was bound to happen. You practically flew yourself all the way across the room you flung the door open because hell, might as well get this shit going.
âDid you mean it?â Was the first thing he blurted out of his mouth. He was leaning against your door frame, hair tousled and covering his eyes. The moment you saw him you could see his heart on his sleeve.
âYes,â you quietly confessed to him, afraid to glance at him so you kept your gaze on everything but him. Jeongguk however didnât find that reassuring. He caught you off guard with just two simple steps that he took closer to you. He was backing you into your room.
âI want you,â he softly professed to you, his voice firm.
âOkay,â you stood up straighter now since he was leaning closer to you now. Oh God. Itâs really happening.
âSo is it okay if Iââ his hands were gentle as they framed your face carefully. There was a moment of hesitation that flickered in his heart, but as you glanced up at him with those eyes, with those eyes filled with anticipation and giddiness, he instantly just knew.
But you were already pulling him into the room, mouth on his as you breathed out, âYeah.â
âOkay, good.â He kicked the door shut, hands still cradling your face while soft giggles emitted from your lips. He carefully neared you back to your barely made bed, ankles hitting the soft covers before you were thrown back against the heavenly cloud material.
Jeongguk was already there, hands roaming your body as he dipped down, his body resting against yours. âI was so nervous to come in here.â He admitted to you, and your eyes widened in bemusement. You were sure he could hear your heart beating erratically just by having him so close to you.
âGuk,â you began and he groaned out in pain. Panic began to creep up on you as you suddenly began to sit up, worried that you might have said something to piss him off already. âGuk, Iââ
His mouth was on yours, distracting you completely. Every thought that seemed to be racing in your head flew out of your mind suddenly, your soaring heart completely taking over your senses now. He was kissing you like a deprived man, mouth messily missing yours before soaking your skin with his trailing, hot kisses that he left behind instead. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest at the sensations he was leaving in his wake. His fingers were tangled in your hair, keeping you angled to his will as his breath ghosted over your skin. Goosebumps arose along the way, and your mouth was slightly ajar, your mind blown away by this manâs touch. He clung on to you, lips marking every inch of your skin to his delight. And you relished on his touch since it was heavenly in your eyes, and heart.
âGuk,â a soft moan escaped your lips as his lips brushed your pulse, his dark gaze watching you completely surrender to him. You were at his mercy and you wouldnât want it any other way.
âI have to stop beforeââ he was breathing heavily, his hands tightening around you. He bumped foreheads with you, his lips barely brushing yours, but it was enough to dizzy your heart.
âOkay,â you slowly nodded, still in trance. He was beginning to pull away and that woke you up so quickly. âBut first, Iââ
You winded your arms around his neck, pulling down towards you again as you kissed him again. There was a split second where you gasped and his tongue was already tracing the underside of your bottom lip, slowly sucking your swollen lip as his fingers dug on to your skin. Your shirt rose halfway, the skimpy shorts that you were wearing were no help whatsoever to him since his hands were finding your skin, bruising you. His fingers fisted your clothing as these little whimpers began to fill your room and Jeongguk knew he was bound to lose control once you spread your legs wider for him.
There was no hesitation as he flipped you over on top of him now. A surprised gasp emitted from your lips as Jeongguk helped you spread your thighs for him. He had sat up now and had his back pressed against your headboard.
âPut your arms around me, y/n.â
Your eyes met his as your hands slowly wandered up his strong arms, appreciating his figure as you scooted closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and you were so incredibly close to him. Noses brushed each otherâs, and you were about to close the gap since his swollen lips seemed lonely, but he detained you with three simple words.
âI want you,â he breathed out against your mouth and you nodded, eagerly agreeing with him. âBut I want to take you out first.â His fingers were tucking the strands of your hair behind your ear, his fervent gaze managing to make these butterflies roam in your fluorescent heart.
Jeon Jungkook was utterly, and immensely beautiful.
âThat sounds much better,â you agreed, smiling ear to ear now. He wanted to take you out on a date!
âThe guys are up and they want to see us so we could go out to eat. That was the whole excuse to get me to you and now I donât want to leave.â
You bumped your forehead with his, laughing softly at his confession. Fuck. He was the one.
                             *********
âWeâre gonna go to this underground concertâŠâ
You muted them out and just sighed. Jeongguk was busy at work and you were stuck with the six other idiots who acted as more like your brothers than your best friends.
âHey, look who it is! My favorite person out of the group.â Jimin chirpily announced, eyes turning into slits when you all blatantly ignored him. Taehyung was working night shift so therefore his boyfriend was pissy since he wasnât getting any attention, or affection.
âKookie!â
At that, you whipped your head towards the front and spotted him walking in. Instantly, you lowered your legs from Hoseokâs lap and unconsciously began to run your fingers through your hair, trying to somewhat tame it before Jeongguk pranced in here looking like a piece of art himself. Yoongi glanced over at you, eyes squinting while you hastily tried to fix your appearance out of the blue.
And in all his glory, he strode into the living room where everyone was sprawled across the lush, plushy carpet. A red and black checkered flannel molded all over his body, the sleeves pushed up to his forearms where a couple of bracelets adorned his tatted sleeve. He was sucking on a lollipop, lips all red from the candy. His damp hair was pushed back with a black bandana, and he just absolutely screamed sex, power, fuck me please, and everything in between.
âJungkookie, Iâm so glad youâre here since I fucking canât stand them anymoreââ
You were busying yourself in sitting on the lonely couch, trying to dissimulate that you were waiting for his dumbass to already show up. When in reality, you couldnât wait to be wrapped in his arms, to be peppered with kisses, and to feel his hands roam all over your body as soft pants emitted from his lips. So you did what anybody else did, you ignored his presence no matter how hard it was.
But Jeongguk definitely surprised you once you saw he was walking directly towards you. Your bitch face soon molded into that smile you always gave to him since he leaned forward against the couch, trapping you in as his lips tentatively met yours. When he felt you kissing him back, he felt relieve wash over him.
âYeah, well I donât think he considers you as his Jiminie,â Hoseok teased him, eyeing the both of you. Â
âYou should have seen them last night,â Jin snorted. âHe was practically sticking his tongue down her throat while they were making breakfast.â
To piss them off even more, you winded your arms around his neck, tongue tracing the underside of his bottom lip while he flipped you over the couch. A yelp escaped your lips, but nonetheless you settled between his legs, giggling away into his mouth while the others began to throw cushions at the both of you.
âHeteros,â Namjoon muttered out while shaking his head.
                            *********
 âYou have no idea just how long Iâve been waiting for this,â Jeongguk mumbled it out against the crook of your neck. His head was placed against your chest, his fingers absentmindedly playing with strands of your hair. Both of you laid on your bed, there was a food stand next to the both of you with finished eaten meals that were prepared by the both of you. Music played softly in the background and Jeongguk surprised you by singing along to one of your favorite songs âStand Stillâ by Sabrina Claudio.
âLong week at work?â
âSomething like that.â
âWanna talk about it?â
He shook his head, âNo, Iâm honestly okay now.â
âIf you need to vent, then Iâll be here to listen, okay?â you tried reminding him since you hated seeing him down. It emotionally pained you seeing Jeongguk hurt, physically, or emotionally.Â
âThereâs times where I wish we could just stay like this forever,â he absentmindedly told you, his eyes fluttering to a deep slumber.
âIâm sure we can,â you wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his familiar scent of soft, laundry detergent, and love. âWe can stay here as long as we can until you feel much better.â
But sadly the reality is that we have to go back to the real world at some point.
But as long as I have you in both worlds, Iâll be the happiest person on this planet.
                          *********
âOkay, but donât be an idiot and actually donât go through with it,â you told him, hand intertwined with his. âIf you donât, then you could seriously be missing out on a once in a lifetime thing!â
There was a convention that he was specifically invited as the guest of honor, but it was across the world. He would be leaving in a couple of days and you couldnât lie to yourself and feel this pang in your heart. He would be leaving soon and wouldnât return until a month later. A whole month without Jeon Jungkook.
He was quiet, doe eyes adoringly glancing over at you. âWhat would I do without you?â
âHm, probably cry yourself to sleep to the thought of not having someone as perfect as me.â
âNo wonder Jin loves you so much,â Jeongguk was already rolling his eyes before you even voiced out your sentence. During the past few months, the shy little thing he adored was replaced with a shithead who tended to either render him speechless with how much bullshit you managed to spew out, or how sweet and loving to death you would be with him. It was never the both with you. It was always one or the other.
âThey warned me about you, you know?â He suddenly told you, catching you completely off guard. You came to a stop as you curiously awaited for him to continue. âThey said I should keep away from you. That you werenât going to be another âtoyâ of mine, and they were right. Youâre so much more.â
âGuk,â you began, beginning to get teary eyed. This conversation should not be held in public, and much less after finding out that he was going to be leaving soon. He shook his head, his bunny smile beginning to appear now. He was already tugging you closer to him, hands framing your face gently.
âYou mean so much to me, you know?â He confessed to you, and you were already nearing him. You were ready to tell him these three little words because you always acted on impulse whenever you were around him. Your heart always rationalized for you whenever it just came to him.
âAnd I donât want you to lose interest when I leavââ
A scoff ripped out of your chest, immediately halting him halfway. There was no way in hell you would ever lose interest. For fuckâs sakes you had been practically in love with this dude ever since the first time he kissed you that night on your balcony.
âJeongguk, donât you dare finish that sentence.â You fumed out, actually pissed at him for deliberately thinking that. You stepped away from his hold. It was known that you two werenât exactly exclusive, but there was no other man that could ever take a hold of your heart like Jeongguk had. His name had been imprinted in your heart and you were so fucked upon realizing this.
âI want you to know that while Iâm away, I donât want toââ he swallowed thickly, his hand reaching out towards you again. âI donât want to see you with anyone else.â He practically gritted it out, momentarily looking away from you.
âWhy would I ever do that?â you softly questioned him, honestly perplexed. Did he not see how utterly happy he made you? Was it not so fucking obvious?
âWeâre not technically together, but Iââ
Say it. You yearned to hear him say it. Unconsciously, you had neared him. You hadnât realized you were just a few feet away, but there was this need for you to be close to him.
âI want to be with you. Iâve been wanting to be with you since the moment the guys introduced me to you, and youâre angry at me now, and I donât know why, but y/nâŠI donât want to leave this goddamn country without calling you mine.â
There it is.
Finally.
âJust fucking ask me, and I will be all yours.â You angrily blurted out without meaning to, but fuck dude. You would give this man the world if you could, just like you knew he would for you.
He seemed genuinely in shock. His doe eyes widened, mouth slightly agape before stammering out, âA-Are you serious right now?â
An exasperated sigh escaped your lips.
He was rambling now. âIf I ask you right now to be my girlfriend, then will youââ
You were lunging at him, hands cupping his face as you shut him up with your mouth instead. This kiss was different. It was bruising, teeth clashed against each other, and Jeongguk had his arms winding around your waist as your legs began to wrap over his hips. There was cat calling from behind you, and you practically ripped yourself away from him.
âOkay, weâre in public,â you laughed against his mouth, slowly pulling away from him to continue what you were going to say. âBut yes you idiot, Iâll be more than fucking happy to be your girlfriend. God damn it, it took you forever.â
âItâs been so fucking hard to keep my hands to myself, and at first I was okay, but now that youâre officially my girlfriend Iâm dying to touch you.â He rasped out, his touch beginning to dizzy you once again. âIâve been finding it so fucking hardâŠbut then you look at me like that.â
You tilted your head, mouth slightly parting as you feigned innocence. âLike what?â
Except Jeongguk was always good in reading people and he already knew your true colors. Behind that little façade of innocence, there was something darker, and albeit sexy even. All he needed was to unleash it now. âLike you want to fuck the living brains out of me.â He was blunt and straightforward and you certainly didnât mind it.
To his surprise though, you flushed. Your cheeks had begun to bloom in a rosy endearing pink, and it was quite cute honestly. âI guess I canât quite mask my feelings, eh?â you rhetorically wondered out loud, a small smile laced on your pinkish lips.
The both of you walked into the alleyway of his apartment complex. There were a couple of steps before you actually reached his building, but by now you both stood in silence just looking at each other. You felt yourself growing shyer and a little bit vulnerable. In your defense though, who wouldnât? Your boyfriend just told you he wanted you, and has been dying to touch you for as long as you had.
âIf I kissed you right now,â he lowly began, slowly stepping towards you. You immediately whipped your head to the side to face him, looking surprised as ever. âWould you stop me?â He lowly asked you, eyes dark as ever.
God, was that even a question? Obviously not.
You allowed yourself to rest your back against the wall, head tilted slightly against it as you watched him slowly approach you. You hadnât said a word, but the way your eyes took him in from head to toe, he had already gotten his answer. Â
His fingers tentatively graced your arms, finding it quite hard to advance when you were just watching him so expectantly. It felt as if you had already done this with many others and were used to being worshipped. You seemed almost unaffected, but as his fingers began to travel up your shoulders, dipping into the little crook of your shirt where your collarbones were located at, he saw a glimmer of anticipation come from you. Your eyes were fervently watching his movements and he seemed genuinely afraid to continue.
âJungkook,â your voice sounded so sweet, so innocent. It practically made his cock twitch with anticipation. You seemed so innocent, so beautiful, and so dangerous. âJust fucking kiss me already you wimp.â
He pressed himself against you without hesitation. One of his hands gently traced his fingertips on your skin as he removed part of your hair back to grab you by the nape of your neck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, reeling him in as his other hand grabbed a hold of your hip. With one simple glance between the two of you, he pushed you further up against the wall as his lips met yours. His tongue was already slipping past your lips, tasting the lemon flavored lollipop from your mouth.
Tongues lashed out as you eagerly tried to take as much as you could since who knew what would happen next. He moaned against your mouth, slightly panting. You came to figure out that he was definitely an ass man. His hands had wondered down your ass, kneading it roughly as he pressed his bulge against your cunt.
He was messy too.
His lips sucked on your tongue, hands grabbing and pulling you closer to him so he could grind against you. At this point his hand gripped your thigh and hitched it over his hip, his lips beginning to wonder down the crook of your neck. He was leaving hot, wet open mouth kisses, his teeth softly grazing your skin, and it was driving you insane.
âJeongguk,â you softly moaned out his name, and he was not having it. He wanted more than just a moan. He wanted you quivering underneath him, back arching as he fucked you until you couldnât handle it anymore. He was becoming insatiable whenever it came down to you and he was deeply terrified in that moment. He could have any other person giving him head for free without him having to do anything, but he didnât want that anymore. He wanted you on your knees with your pretty mouth sucking him off. If it wasnât you at this point, he didnât want it. And thatâs when he realized how utterly fucked he was.
Your hands were already unbuckling his belt before he could utter a word out.
 Fuck, you were ready to give this man everything.
âWhat are yââ
âYouâre gonna have to be quiet, baby.â
You kissed him one last time before you sank down on your knees, hands gripping his cock gently. You were practically salivating at just looking at his cock. It was thick and long and everything you ever wanted. Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from blowing right there when you hadnât even put his dick in your mouth yet. In his defense, you were a really hot girl and he was clueless at this as you were. He hadnât met a woman who could render him so easily without even trying.
He was already hard and leaking as you slowly began to pump him, eyes set and determined to give him the best head of his life.
âHow about I give you a little taste of what could come if youâre sweet to me.â
Your lips were wrapping around the tip before he could answer, slowly sucking the tip of his cock in first. He bit down on his lip, teeth grinding against each other as you proceeded to take more of him in your mouth. Your tongue ran down his leaking cock, savoring his salty taste in your mouth, and you moaned out softly.
âOh fuck,â he whimpered out, hands fisting beside his thick thighs. His knuckles were turning so white and a little bit of blood trickled down his palm as these whiny, and whimpering moans slipped from your lips. You were enjoying this, and he wanted nothing then to just cum right there in your tight mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down, swirling and sucking the living soul out of him in the process.
âR-Right there,â he panted out, eyes screwed shut. He refrained himself from moving, but you were being so good to him it was fucking hard for him to not do anything.
You released him to suck your fingers into your mouth, trying to make them as slick as your underwear was right now. âUse me, baby. Do whatever you wanna do to me.â
His fingers tangled into your hair, his hips stuttering to a slight stop as you gagged around his cock, spit beginning to travel down your chin.
âM-More,â he cried out, spluttering over his sentences. âOhgod, hmfuck, I.â
He came all over your mouth, and like the angel you were to him, you swallowed it all.
âHoly fuck,â he heaved out, his cheeks rosy and his golden skin layered with perspiration. He looked absolutely ravishing. Right there all you wanted was to be fucked properly. It didnât matter where at this rate, all you wanted, no, needed was him. His fingers were still tangled in your hair as he tried to regain his breath.
âWhere have you been all my life?â
âI could say the same thing,â you easily countered back, your heels digging into the pavement by now. Your knees were scraped up at this point and you felt sweat beginning to gather up since it was so fucking hot, but it was so worth it. He released you and helped you get up.
âGrab your things,â he suddenly told you, and when he realized you werenât budging he added, âCan you please grab your things so I can fuck you already?â
âWell, when you put it so nicely,â you rolled your eyes and he chuckled at your cuteness.
 The both of you stumbled into his apartment. Shoes were flung across the floor and your greedy hands were already placed at the bottom of his shirt, urging him to take the thing off so you could see him in his full glory. His shirt and shoes were gone as you latched on him, not giving him the proper chance to breathe since you wouldnât stop kissing him, you were so addicted.
âFuck, baby, wait. Are you sure?â He seemed nervous now and you found him more adorable now. He was so intimidating from afar, but now that you knew how much of a softy he was you smiled. Months before you couldnât even utter out a word, but now all you wanted was for him to ruin you completely. You heard the stories, the fantasies, and his ego was there for a reason so he definitely knew what he was capable of. Â It reminded you of the first time you had dropped the bomb shell on him that you were still indeed in fact a virgin. He was in the middle of searching for a goddam condom.
 âOh, and before you fuck me you should know Iâm a virgin.â You casually blurted it out and Jungkook stopped in his tracks, his hand stuck inside his pocket as his eyes landed on you in shock.
âW-What?â He stammered out, clearly taken back by your sudden outburst. âShouldnât you want someone who you love toâI donât know, fuck you like they love you? Isnât that what every girl wants? Or hopes for at least?â
You couldnât help but laugh. âIf I wanted to wait for a prince charming then I would die a virgin, Jungkook.â
âIâve never fucked a virgin before,â he admitted to you and at this you cocked an eyebrow. Now that was certainly news you didnât expect to come from him. You were sure he had de-virginized at least one person in his lifetime, if you could call it that at least.
âWell, thereâs a first time for everything.â
No, you didnât end up fucking. Which brings you back to now.
âI wouldnât be standing in your apartment if I didnât want you to fuck me, Jungkook.â
His eyes widened at your words, but yet again you always seemed full of surprises.
âI donât want to hurt you.â He softly began, nearing you again. His hands engulfed your face, foreheads pressed together as he tried to gather his thoughts. His hands twitched to just touch you intimately, but now that he knew that you were practically untouched, he wanted to completely ruin you. He wanted to fuck you so good youâd never forget him, or his touch, or much less how he would have you quivering after blowing your back out.
âIf you donât want to, then thatâs totally okay dude. I completely understand.â You tried to reassure him and you watched how his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his eyes burning. He didnât say anything, but soon enough his mouth was on yours and his hands were already sliding down your sides, squeezing and bruising your skin just how he learned you loved it.
âY/N, I want you so bad.â Jungkook breathed out against your mouth, and you could see the inner turmoil going on in his eyes. âFuck it.â He finally decided, his lips back on yours again. You were already wrapping your arms around his neck when he sent you stumbling backwards on to his couch.
âBed?â He asked you, his fingers unbuckling his belt now. You swallowed thickly, insides going haywire since this was it, you were finally going to fulfill your promise. You were about to lose your virginity and it was with someone you knew you wanted, and even loved.
âCouch,â you decided, eyeing the comfortable sofa. You figured it shouldnât be so formal with him so the couch it was.
He grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you towards him. âIâll be gentle, okay?â He promised you and you just felt your heart sigh in contentment for you.
He lowered you on to his couch, making sure you were placed comfortable on the pillow all while asking, âAre you okay? Is it too stiff? Are you sure you donât want to wait? Do you want my bed instead? I promise it feels like a cloud.â
âNo,â you answered to all of them.
âOkay then,â he cleared his throat. Then he changed, pupils dilating. âIâm going to make you cum until you canât anymore.â That one shook you to the core.
A shaky breath left your lips upon hearing him say that, especially while looking like that. With his hair covering his eyes, lips swollen, and an aura of confidence.
âOh baby,â he tsk to himself, a smirk beginning to lace his lips. âYouâre gonna be in for a treat tonight.â
âStrip.â He simply told you, and you were so eager to obey him. Your hands immediately went for your top and soon enough you were flinging it somewhere, but before you unclipped your bra you suddenly halted.
âLights on or off?â He asked, his backside facing you now. He was approaching the light switch, but drool was literally coming out of your lips as you watched in fascination how his muscles contracted with each movement he made.
âThe real question is: can you fuck me with the lights off? Can I really trust you enough to not stick it inside the wrong hole?â You skeptically asked him and instead of seeming offended he just laughed. The lights turned off and you took in a deep breath as you unclipped your bra.
He stayed with his jeans on. They dipped lowly enough could see where his happy trail led on and the prominent v line that followed and hid inside his jeans. He looked incredible shirtless, and the tattoos that graced his skin did his beauty more justice. Every time you got the privilege to see Jeongguk naked was indeed welcome. His body was a temple that you would gladly worship until he allowed you.
âOh fuck.â He inhaled sharply at the sight of you. You were only wearing underwear, and it wasnât even lacy. It was cotton, but Jungkook noticed how fucking damp it was already. âYouâre gonna kill me, baby.â
You shamelessly spread your legs wider for him. With Jeongguk, everything felt at ease, and as he approached you, you felt so safe with him. You came to trust this man so much that by now he had become second skin to you. Jeon Jungkook, the guy who came in and swept you off your feet in just a couple of months was about to rid of your purity. Excitement over came you as he began to crawl over your body, warm skin colliding with yours.
âYouâŠâ he dipped his body forward, bringing you down to the couch along with him. A playful smile curved his lips, his eyes on yours as he inched closer now. âdrive me so fucking insane.â
The only lightning illuminating his apartment was the wall to wall window and you were both facing it since the couch was directly across from it, getting the view of the dark city below you. You were already wrapping your legs around him, trying to press him closer to you.
âI need you to spread your legs for me okay?â
Done. You easily complied to your boyfriendâs demands.
âYouâre going to taste so sweet,â he rasped out against your skin, his hot breath fanning your sensitive skin. His long, wavy hair tickled your thighs as he tentatively dipped down, lips close to where you desperately needed him. He could hear your breathing pick up from that simple movement, but he was already half hard and he wasnât going to hold back now. Heâll make sure youâll come running back to his tongue, fingers, and soon his dick.
âBon appetite,â he groaned out in pleasure, tongue swirling around your clit.
With the way you were laying down, with his hands running down your bare thighs, with his head between your legs, it was a sight to see. He tentatively ran his tongue down your slit, savoring your taste as he moaned in between your legs. His hand kneaded your ass before he brought you closer to his mouth, lapping all of your juices in that sinful tongue of his in one get go. Heat rushed straight to your cunt and all you could do was cry out softly at the new sensation.
âRemember, you can let go here, baby. Scream all you want.â
And then he dipped his tongue inside your tight hole, sucking and slurping like you did just an hour ago. Your hands instantly went down to his hair, feet digging into the couch as he pumped a long and slender finger. He was slowly easing it in, coating his fingers with your juices to spread it all over your cunt before he added another finger.
âOh god,â you jerked suddenly, his fingers curling slightly. You were too lost in your senses that you hadnât noticed he was watching you. His dark eyes took everything that was you in. How you drove your fingers into your own hair, matting it up as your feet became restless against the couch. The little cries that you made each time he forced his skilled fingers up to where your eyes rolled against the back of your head.
âS-Stop,â you were shoving him away and he immediately halted, lips pink and swollen. His chin was covered with your slick and you just shook your head in bewilderment.
âI want to feel you,â you panted out. âIâm on the pill.â
With urgency laced on your fingers, you brought him back up, mouth desperately trying to find his. And he of course followed you into your arms without hesitation. A sort of a whisper escaped his lips, breathing it out against your mouth, âYouâre literally my angel sent from above.â
âDitto, Guk.â
âTell me if I hurt you, okay?â He softly whispered it out against your mouth, and you couldnât help it, you smiled widely despite your heart racing. His fingers softly caressed your side, they were roaming your body so delicately, as if afraid to bruise you unintentionally. His rings graced your skin as he gripped your thigh, slowly hitching it over his hip.
âTell me if it hurts and Iâll immediately stop,â he began and you nodded, the butterflies beginning to flutter all over you. âLook at me.â
Your eyes glanced up to his, and he was there, mouth on yours already. Your hands instantly cupped his face, breathing heavy as he momentarily stopped to push himself into you. His tongue was caressing your bottom lip, sucking and moaning to your delight. A quiet gasp escaped your mouth as he slid inside you. There was a pause between the both of you. Jeongguk slightly pulled away from your lips, his eyes taking in your reactions with such worriedness.
âYou okay there?â He whispered out, and you began to nod repeatedly. Your fingers were threading into his hair instead, keeping him close to you. Your breathing was soft, and erratic against his mouth.
âYeah,â you breathlessly managed out, trying to reassure him. âIâm okay, I promise.â
âOkay, Iâm going to,â he gritted out, his mind focusing on not trying to blow when he hasnât even fucked you properly yet. He slowly bottomed down and rather carefully began to stretch you out. A soft whimper escaped your swollen lips, but you were taking him in so well.
âYouâre doing so good, baby,â he praised you, lips on yours. âSo, so good.â
Your fingers were digging into his arms, eyes fluttering to a close.
âYou feel so good,â he grunted out, refraining himself from moving. His arms framed your face, hot pants hitting your lips softly.
âThanks?â You stupidly blurted out without thinking and as you closed your eyes to hide from your sheer embarrassment, Jeongguk just looked at you amusingly. You could feel his body shake as he quietly laughed to himself.
âTell me when to move,â he softly reminded you. âtell me what you want because Iâm all yours.â
You took in a deep breath. âYou can move, slowly please.â
He hitched your leg over his hip before he slowly slid out and gently thrusted back inside. Your hands were tightly gripping his biceps, teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the discomfort at first but then Jungkookâs mouth was on your nipple, his tongue sucking and licking to his liking. His hands were gripping the sides of the pillow you were on top of, teeth grinding against each other as he struggled to hold back. You were too tight, too warm, and his veins protruded, arms bulging.
âCan I mark you?â he groaned out, lips releasing your nipple to look at you.
âYou already left bruises you twat,â you reminded him and he shrugged. True.
He slowly pulled out, and as he slammed back inside your tight hole, he whimpered out against your skin. He found your mouth to distract him. You were kissing him equally as hard, swallowing his little cries of plea and desperation and that made you so fucking wet. He was this hot guy who looked as if he could fuck you into another universe and here he was whimpering, losing himself into you so desperately.
âFuck,â you mewled out softly, fingers digging into his hot skin as he suddenly halted.
His face was buried in your neck, voice so rough from holding back. âRight there, baby?â
You nodded, your hands urgently trying to press him closer to you. They roamed the expanse of his back, gently tracing his hot skin as he slid inside you again. You could feel his thick cock pulse inside you and your cunt was clenching uncontrollably around him.
âDo you want me to fuck you harder now? Is that what my baby wants?â He purred out into your ear, his hand gripping your thigh so tightly you could feel your skin bruising.
âYes,â you eagerly responded, eating up every syllable that dropped from those pretty pink lips of his. He slowly slid out and thrusted back, filling you up to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back into your head, lips parted as mixtures of whimpers and moans slipped from your so innocent lips.
âFuck, move Guk.â
He let out a thankful sigh as he shoved you further down the couch, hand pinning you by the wrists. âYouâre gonna regret that soon.â He slammed into you, hips grinding on to your pubic bone, earning lewd, squelching sounds in return from you.
The sight was unreal. Jungkook was pounding into you to the point your legs had begun to shake. Your hands kept running down his body, admiring every dip and every muscle, and your kisses had turned into heavy pants as his mouth took over your body. He was so good at it that it made your cunt clench onto him, causing him to groan out against your skin. His movements had halted to a slow thrust as he dipped forward, his arms extending to be placed on either side of your face. Â
âHowâre you feeling?â His arms were bulging, hands veiny, stomach clenching as he slowed down his movements to look at you. He was slowing down his movements to talk to you, but you were too focused on how his cock was filling you up each time he slid out and slammed back in with such brutal force that incoherent noises left your mouth as a response.
âS-So, good, nghâI, I.â
You felt giddy from the way he was simply looking at you. Fuck, Jungkook stop before I fall in love even more with your dick, and you.
He ran his tongue up the side of your neck, licking a stripe of perspiration from your salty skin as you softly whimpered at the sensation. He was so good at everything. From the way his mouth sucked on your sensitive skin, to the way he was balls deep inside you now, and to the way his hands roamed your body, gripping and touching you until he was engraved in your mind. Every single movement he made, you could feel it and it was hot, so hot.
âFaster,â you panted out, and he complied. God, did he complied. âKook,â you panted out, stopping him abruptly suddenly.
âWhat is it, baby?â
âKiss me,â you incoherently demanded from him, your senses clouded by now. His easy going smile did wonders to your heart before he dipped down and kissed you like you wanted him to. His body molded with yours, his hot skin meeting yours as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you than he already was. His strong, bulging arms easily lifted you up from the couch momentarily so he could wrap them entirely around your back, his hands gripping your shoulders now. His tongue languidly rolled over yours, tracing and sucking on your lips until you were panting and breathless. There was this burning need that was he so quickly approaching with each roll of his hips against yours.
âIâJungkook, nghââ
âDoes my baby want to cum already?â
âYes, yes, please.â You desperately begged, your mouth missing his as another lewd whimper slipped from your lips. âPlease, please.â Your lips were all over his jaw, moans echoing in his living room.
He was so strong, so sweet, and so good at fucking you. You wanted more. He was becoming addicting as each minute with him passed and you prayed to your God that this wouldnât be the last time you ever saw of him. His tongue traced your lips, and as he spread your legs wider for him to he buried himself into you again, a needy whine escaped your lips. Your legs wrapped around his ass, urging him closer as your vision blurred and your nails dug into his skin. You cried out his name out in the air as your orgasm rippled throughout your body, engulfing you in bliss. Â
âYouâre so good to me,â he rasped out, his voice laced with need and want. He slowed down, lips molding against yours while you whimpered against his mouth. Your fingers slowly threaded themselves into his damp hair, pants escaping.
âSo, so good.â He praised, his voice sounding orgasmic to your ears. âCan my baby handle more?â He purred out against your ear, and you obviously managed out a soft yes.
As a response, you clenched around him and he let out a groan. His hands landed on your hips, suddenly flipping you over against the couch.
âBaby, Iâm gonna need for you to bend your knees for me okay? Can my baby do that?â
Your arms shook as you happily complied and rolled over to bent forward now, your heart racing as you felt his hand run down your spine and sides. His finger traced your slit and you bit down on your bottom lip to stop the poor excuse of a moan to come out from your mouth. Your hands extended further on to the couch, gripping tightly as Jungkook slammed into you from behind without warning. He sent you forward from the force, but he didnât stop. He didnât stop since you were fucking screaming out his name, pleading him, âHarder, harder, harââ
His fingers tangling into your hair, gripping tightly as you as he fucked you so ruthlessly from behind. Words couldnât even form anymore. All you were screaming by now was his name since thatâs all your body could remember at this point.
Jungkook.
Jungkook.
âIâI, Jungkookââ
You were utterly fucked.
It was so dirty, so messy, and it was exactly how you wanted it.
His ass was grinding straight balls deep into your ass, his hand roaming your body while he used the other as leverage so his muscled body wouldnât be completely on you. Meanwhile you could barely hold yourself together. Your fingers had dug into the couch, your mouth directly pressed on the cushion as you tried to stop yourself from screaming so much. But you couldnât. Not when he felt so good filling you up all the way you could barely breathe. His mouth was sucking so harshly on your skin, his thumb and index finger kneading your nipple. There were tears forming in your eyes as you felt yourself approaching another orgasm.
âMore, more,â you cried out in a mantra as you arched your back to meet his sudden thrusts. His arm wrapped around your stomach, pressing himself closer to you. His broad chest was firmly pressed against your back, and you could feel his hand wedge between your slick thighs from your arousal. You lost yourself in his touch, not noticing the way Jungkook was glancing down at you as he abruptly kissed you, swallowing the moan from your lips.
âI love youââ you uttered out, breathless and completely wrecked.
âAnd I,â He pressed his thumb, drawing figure eights on your abused clit as he grinded his hips against your ass, his tongue running down your neck, sucking briefly. âAnd I love you.â He was doing so much to you and your brain could only handle so much, but you winded your arm around his neck, pressing him closer.
âIâm coming, Iâm comingââ you practically screamed out as your knees buckled before you. He slammed into you one last time as your legs quivered uncontrollably. âJungkook.â He fell forwards with you, his moans mixing with yours as your body shuddered, your legs quivering from the intensity of another orgasm.
âFuck,â he breathlessly chuckled, hands beginning to remove strands of your damp hair away from your face. âAre you okay?â he cradled your face, seeming a bit worried since you were just lying there, breathing hard.
âNo, you fucking moron.â You managed to mutter out, and he grinned. There you were. âFuck, youâre too much Guk.â You slowly uttered it out between pants. Your heart was still racing and you couldnât even feel your legs at this point.
He just laughed.
âYouâre too hot for your own good, dude.â
âThanks?â He seemed skeptic at accepting the compliment from you. âBut on a serious note, did you really mean it?â
âWhat?â You smiled, beginning to accommodate yourself in his embrace. âThat I love you?â You reminded him, and he slowly nodded, his hands cupping your chin so you could look at him in the eye.
He nodded, âYeah.â
You didnât hesitate. âAlways.â
âWell, I just wanted you to know that I love you too,â he confessed and Jeongguk was ecstatic to see that love struck smile appear on your face, because now he was self-aware that it was only reserved for him. âAnd since I love you so much, you get no choice but to be stuck with me.â
You squinted your eyes at him as you removed his hands from your chin. âIs that another form of way of reassuring that Iâm your girlfriend?â you prompted and the sheepish smile was your answer in return.
âIn my defense, I fucked you until your next lifetime so I thought that could have helped course your decision whenever I asked.â
âSo you waited after you fucked me to ask me to be your girlfriend again?â you concluded, wonderment laced in your voice. Before he answered you just sighed, âFor now itâs a temporary no then.â
He pouted, and then a mischievous grin began to appear on his face. âBut on another serious note, now that youâre not a virgin and youâre my girlfriend, and that the Gods from above helped you get laid, does that mean youâll become the filthiest slut just for me?â
You remained silent, eyebrows furrowing at his stupid question. Filthiest slut? Just for him? Out of all the dumb shit he could say he decides to use this moment as aâand then you remembered.
âOh my God!â you exclaimed, horrified. You tried shoving him away from you, but he just wrapped a hand around your wrist, keeping you pinned down against the couch. âYou fucking heard everything didnât you!â
Jeongguk just rolled over, arms wrapping around your body as he wholeheartedly laughed against your chest. âIâm still your Greek god, right?â He pouted once you smacked him in return. âIâm sure youâre no longer that mute you were before judging by how loudly you were screaming my name just ten minutes ago.â
âJeon, youâre going to end up without a girlfriend before you even leave this country.â
âOkay,â he snickered to himself, pulling you flush against his body again since you managed to pull away from him. âIâll shut up now, but come back here.â
Glaring at him, you crawled back into his arms. Jeongguk simply wrapped his arms around your body, kissing the side of your head as he more softly said, âI love you, you goof.â
You hummed in return, sleep beginning to engulf you at the comfort of your boyfriendâs arms.
âAnd I love you.â you concluded happily before he began to pepper you with kisses, his giggles and touch once again making you surrender to him. Â
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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU
38. Chapter Thirty Two: No, Itâs Ryan Reynolds!âš
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This Chapter Contains:Â Giggle worthy chaos and tooth decaying fluff. (An Annoyed San too.)Â
Itâs a regular Sunday. A quiet regular Sunday. An unusually quiet, regular Sunday that you donât experience often as a college student.
An unusually quiet regular Sunday except for Yeri and Jonghoâs loud, harmonious snores that vibrated through the lazy (almost) evening silence of the apartment while you had sneaked out like a thief bound with tinkling shackles out of the front door.Â
It was exactly five minutes before 5 Oâclock and you knew what noise pollution would commence once the short hand stopped perfectly atop the number five.Â
The neighbour above starts angrily vacuuming to release their pent up frustration of the day or maybe to act as a thoughtful warning alarm to wake the other residents who might be napping above the universal napping time limit and the snarky middle aged lady beside, who begins banging pots and rattling spoons to prepare either her dinner or for a secret time travel battle she has to attend every single night to save the history for the sake of the present.Â
You have a generous set for neighbours.Â
Thankfully, you arenât currently present in your apartment to experience the brutal murder of your ears.Â
Unfortunately, youâre sandwiched in between San and Wooyoung in the shared wide back seats of the bus, stuffed to the absolute brim with sweaty and jumpy people.Â
The serenity of the weekend ended when you willingly decided to step onto the Bus No. 7 for the following reasons:Â
Number One, You and Wooyoung donât drive and San owns a motorcycle that cannot carry three people at once, not without getting an overloaded vehicle ticket by pulling a stunt like that,
Number two, you have nothing better to do on a Sunday evening other than watch Yeri and Jongho scream about the WIFI and college website because they couldnât select the classes they wanted fast enough,Â
Number three, you were unable to escape from Wooyoungâs persistence but you had to get out and inhale some fresh air of the outside.Â
It is a secret that you had isolated yourself in the sweet olâ bedroom (in the name of preparing for a workshop), to take a five minutes rest which gradually progressed into knotting up your bones by rolling on the bed 24/7 and temporarily disrupting the serotonin production while watching sad movies, and
Number four, San cashed out a favour from that one time he fetched a folder from your dorm and drove fifteen minutes to deliver it because your degree was on the line. Which is why, this particular evening you need to help him out with whatever he wants to do at this Garden plus Research Centre for Thesis purposes.Â
âThe Thesis and Freebies Dateâ, term coined by Jung Wooyoung, free entertainment, food finder and a plus one, on Sunday 17th of May, 5:30 AM on the dot.Â
On top of all these reasons sat Seonghwaâs last text message like a cherry on top of a cupcake of complaints.Â
He sent you a picture of his americano that was loaded with ten pumps of syrup, âIâm drinking coffeeđâ Â
What coffeeee????!!?!?!?
Everything has failed you today. The public transportation system, your emotional support boy and your unhealthy obsessive complex believing that anything above two pumps of syrup is not coffee because you cannot handle personal preferences.Â
âWhy on earth is this bus full like itâs the last bus available to escape a fucking zombie aopcalypse. What is this âBus to Busanâ?â Your voice comes out with pure seething under your breath for only your friends to hear but you catch the old lady beside San narrowing her eyes at you with suspicion.Â
San, engrossed in scrolling through his twitter and sipping his (proper) americano is least interested about your discomfort.Â
âOh I donât know! I did suggest taking the subway instead but two idiotic people whined for five minutes straight to get on this bus.â His response is monotonous, attempting to contain himself from bursting.Â
The pinching statement is directed towards you and Wooyoung who grumbled about the group having to walk after getting off the subway when the bus seemed like a better option that stopped right on the street opposite of your destination.Â
Wooyoungâs frame shifts slightly onto your small seat as the hefty man beside him wiggles for space. âYeah, Jesus Christ, if only I had had an epiphany about how crowded the bus was going to be before we board it.âÂ
If only you had epiphanies.Â
The bus was mildly crowded when all of you had entered but became packed within the next ten minutes of collecting passengers at merely three stations.Â
Poor Wooyoung is scared for his life knowing he will be ironed flat by the man if the bus jumps over a speed breaker or God forbid, decides to halt abruptly. The fear is relatable because the boy standing in front will collapse right onto your already shaky lap under any abrupt movements made by the bus.Â
After five minutes of distracting himself, San shoves his phone in the pocket of his jeans and leans into your space to jab a finger at two of you simultaneously. âYeah, Jesus Christ, if only my lazy ass friends knew how to walk but they left their legs in the semester break.â He accuses.
He is absolutely right.Â
Every student, excluding the few exceptionally productive ones, collectively lost the ability to walk unless the end goal was acquiring food, money, grades and work experience.Â
Wooyoung throws his hands up out of exasperation, âAnd youâre hundred percent sure that the subway isnât packed?âÂ
You nod vigorously, supporting his argument because it doesnât lead to admitting that youâre wrong and not once youâll acknowledge the possibility of the missed subway having much more space than this body heat microwave of a bus that you two insisted on boarding until San gave in and agreed.Â
âYeah. Also, weâre accompanying you for your work, San.â You chide in to transfer the blame like a ten year old child and nudge the grouchy boy away from the seat with your right arm.Â
Sanâs left brow twitches. He is definetly holding back a snarky retort.Â
âYes, yes, itâs all my fault.â He drawls on his reponse and turns his head away to ignore your presence entirely.
Apparently, it was not an unusually quiet, regular Sunday for the residents of Unit 8181 also known as the occupants of the apartment of Seonghwa and Friends who have been on the edge due to a mysterious late night incident that was not revealed to you no matter how many times you pried.Â
Mingi and Yeosang were sprawled together on the couch, hidden beneath a bunch of weighty duvets which did not look like it had two people sleeping underneath it until they started untangling themselves from each other.Â
Wooyoung was showering, apparently for almost an hour to scrub away his drowsiness as stated by San who has been extremely cranky and constantly keeping himself occupied with his phone and swishing and fixing his posh, sky blue cardigan (until you entered the kitchen and he dragged you out with him, suddenly all smiles).Â
Yunho was the only one who appeared somewhat himself, still in his pajamas, folding questionably large amount of laundry. He mentioned âmonopoly game nightâ but you didnât buy that excuse.
They were engaged in constant back and forth, âWho Can Shut the Other Guys Up In The Most Creative Wayâ contest.Â
Yeosang won after a house slipper flew out of his room, wheezed past your legs and landed right near the shoe rack as you stood there frozen. The aim was commendable but the action was concerning.Â
Other than sarcastic remarks, all of them shared swollen eyebags due to the lack of sleep.Â
A sleepy Mingi glared at you with his droopy eyes for thirty seconds, mumbled out, âOh, itâs just you.â, trudged towards his room and slammed the door behind him.Â
The apartment floor was spotless, not one obvious clutter in sight.Â
Seonghwa will surely name everything he owns to them in his will once he returns in the coming week and sees the glistening state of the apartment.Â
It reminds you that you, too, need to take care of that one chair that holds the tower of toppling dirty clothes in your room before he sees them and gives you an earful of nagging.Â
A bead of cold sweat travels down the crevice of your neck.Â
âHow much longer until we arrive?â You committ the mistake of directing the question to the volcanic mountain prepared to erupt any minute now.Â
The bus jostles with a screech, collectively swinging everyone forward with a painful jerk. Shared sighs and groans echo throughout the bus.Â
Staying put in your seat in this bus is more challenging than a one minute plank.
âI donât know, he probably knows.â Wooyoung responds with a shrug, holding onto his dear life.Â
âMaybe you should walk through this sea of people and ask the bus driver himself.â San suggests with an imposed smile, causing your own lips to stretch into a false one.Â
âWhat a fantastic suggestion! I would love to use you as a human shield to push through this crowd and get to the front.â You answer, crossing your arms below your chest.
He offers you his entire irked attention.
Wooyoungâs forehead dives into the palm of his hand. Heâd rather hide than let the passengers of the bus know that he is associated with the two of you.Â
The agitated boy rolls his eyes, lips pressing into a thin line before he launches his lecture. âOkay, you know what (y/n)---âÂ
âOh for goodness sake! Young man and young woman! Resume your coupleâs banter at your place, donât fight in public places.â The old lady whose patience was being tested this entire journey voices out her protest.Â
Youâre stunned for a good moment before your heads snap towards the lady, wearing similar offended expressions.Â
Meanwhile, Wooyoung is holding onto his bubbling laughter. His palms having slid down from his forehead to his lips to prevent himself from laughing out loud like a maniac.Â
âWe are not a couple!â You both answer in a hurried chorus.Â
After the frantic clarification, your eyes meet and the absurdity of the old ladyâs comment wipes every single trace of the previous exchange.
Both of you break together into timed, soft giggles and the chain reaction pulls in Wooyoung who laughs into his hands to control the volume.Â
The lady shakes her head at your reaction. âWell, then, not a couple, donât fight and let me ride to my book club meeting in peace.â She states her demand, expression indicating that she is cooking incorrect judgements about your group in her mind.Â
San and you offer her a quick sincere apology, suppressing the amusement derived from her assumption. Â
âYou two in a romantic relationship? More like a disastorous pair of wannabe edgy emo and a pissed caffeinated fantasizer. Nah, totally incompatible.â Wooyoung mutters under his breath.Â
âHeâd get rid of me in ten minutes.â You whisper your reasoning. Â
San feels the old ladyâs eyes boring holes into the back of his head, his arm nudges yours gently, âMake that five. Okay now, zip up.â His eyes and voice both firmly plead.Â
âYes sir.â You reply and shrink in your seat further to make room for Wooyoung to breathe.Â
Theyâre quite a handful duo, alright, but theyâre your handful duo and they handle you as well.
After ten minutes of bumping, shoving and tossing around the entire bus like popcorns, the three of you miraculously step out in one piece.Â
You take a good five minutes to regain your normal pace of breathing again.
The relaxing wind carrying the gentle floral aroma from the garden calms your suffocated senses.Â
Ah, finally, freedom from people.
The bus was overdosed with CO2.Â
Your lips were zipped for most of the ride in order to avoid receiving another sneer from the old lady and making sure you donât run out of the very last oxygen molecule present in the bus.
Wooyoung is stretching every limb of his body after being pressed in between the sandwich grill consisting of you and the giant man.
âYou know what?â He pulls out a little black hair tie to control the little locks ruffling against his eyes. âDitch me the next time I whine about not walking because that was literal hell. I am never stepping into another bus, ever again.â The determination present in his voice is almost convincing. Almost.
âYouâre going to start whining when itâs time to return.â Adds San, after double checking every pocket present on his clothing.
An overwhelmingly tiring yawn falls through your lips.Â
âYeah, dude, no false promises.â You inch closer towards San to show your support.
Wooyoungâs exhausted face transforms into an unamused one, âYouâre shameless.âÂ
Harsh but true.
âNo, no, no, you last minute side switchers, get away from me. I am not claiming you.â Ignoring your presence, he simply walks towards the main entrance of the garden.Â
A sickeningly sweet smile appears on your lips. âHey, wait, I promise, I wonât take Wooyoungâs side ever again!â You say in a singsong manner, taking wide steps to catch up by Sanâs side.Â
âWhere do you think you are going?â The betrayed one gets a hold of your backpack and pulls you back with a forceful tug.Â
Your shoes brush harshly against the concrete pavement. He accomplishes the task of slowing you down and makes a run for San, wheezing loudly.Â
âJung Wooyoung!â You cry out loud at his actions, your backpack flailing out of your arms.Â
He treads beside his unbothered friend, front facing you from a distance. âWe need to meet the professor at the research centre anyway, keep yourself busy until then!â A wink and a cackle, then he grabs San by his shoulders and disappears inside at an astonishing speed.Â
Like a little kid whose ice cream has been snatched away, you stand there watching Sanâs waving hand and Wooyoungâs bouncy ponytail fading away.
A strong inhale and a gentle exhale, you try to calm the rapid heaving of your chest.Â
âAh, whatever! Theyâll text me once theyâre done.â Uttering the assuring words to yourself, you fix the carelessly hanging backpack and set course to occupy yourself in the garden until theyâre done with whatever they have to do at the research centre.Â
This is not the first time they have pulled this prank of abandoning you just for laughs and then frantically calling with the classic bait of âyo, come over at this food truck, weâre payingđâÂ
They throw the same bait under any circumstances and it works pure magic on any living being who lives for eating. Even Seonghwa caves in, and your willpower is -2 compared to Seonghwaâs 10+ patience.Â
Once you step inside the garden, youâre sure they have ditched you with good intentions as your eyes take in the lavish surroundings.
The green of nature is widespread throughout in the form of sturdy and lean trees, recently mowed grass and snipped shrubs peeking in between, all sprinkled with colourful little flowers like twinkling stars on a clear night sky. A gentle breeze whistles by within small intervals, rustling the leaves with the faintest crackling sound.Â
There are feeble chirps of birds, hiding in their nests to sleep for the night.Â
It is heaven on earth as the golden glow of the sun settles upon the scene.Â
The lulling fragrance of roses carried along with the wind urges you to roll on the blanket of the grass and maybe even take a nap after tiring yourself but you know youâll be thrown out because there are watchful guards scattered around.Â
For once, youâre grateful that they left you behind.Â
Youâd rather take a walk around the garden while listening to serene songs rather than awkwardly wait behind them as they converse with the said professor theyâre here to meet. Â
I should explore a little before San gets into his Plant Geek Mode.Â
A major path from the main entrance splits in several small, stone tracks, like a maze to explore.Â
The region is vast, tranquil and maintained, no wonder a research centre lies somewhere in this arboretum.
You notice the informative display of the map, standing tall, indicating what lies in between and at the end of every track, piquing your explorer fantasy. There is a stack of small, handy maps for visitors to carry as well.Â
You grab one, deciding upon the center most lane with your earphones playing the enchanting tune of Like a Flowing Wind by Day6 in a low volume.
âThe North Lane leads towards the green house and the research centre.â You murmur, studying the contents of the map with much concentration. âWooyoung and San probably went that way.â You throw a quick glance behind before resuming your stroll.Â
The trail youâre currently walking on is the West Way, sheltered with tall towering trees and the Grand Elixir Fountain that lies at the end. Â
You neatly fold the brochure and tuck it safely inside your pocket, saving the next spots to visit together once you regroup.Â
Surprisingly, the garden doesnât have an overflowing crowd.Â
There are quite a lot of people occupying the benches and seating areas, mostly couples. You notice quite a few students, assuming they are, with their laptops and notebooks, surveying or either sitting in a formation to share their findings.Â
Everyone is invested in themselves, in their own little world due to which the place feels quite private, snug and pleasant.Â
The greenery, the sounds of nature, the music and soft whispers creating one whole atmosphere of contentment.Â
It has been named Golden Blooms for a reason indeed. Except the Research Centre part, weâre going to ignore that for now.Â
Seonghwa would absolutely love this place. There is nothing not to love about this. You can sketch a million ways of spending time here together.Â
You donât want to be a girlfriend like that but youâre to be a girlfriend like that.
A picnic after a long hectic week of continuous classes to unwind while spending quality time together, under a birch tree that casts a wide shadow beneath to watch the sunset while sharing the most mundane and silliest stories of your week and snacking on the collective bag you two usually pack before heading out for your Saturday Sunset Dates.
Maybe youâll have to give up the spot due to its popular demand but itâll be alright nonetheless. Instead, youâll resort to taking every lane to check what lies at the end as Seonghwaâs personal playlist will be the perfect background music.Â
The day will end with a hearty dinner and crashing in eitherâs bedroom, cuddling together where he always insists on being the little spoon and you always give in.Â
 Oh god, I went too far.Â
If just the thought has you feeling immensely giddy, how exhilarating would it feel to actually spend a day like that?Â
Back to present, (Y/N), back to present.Â
The uneven stone trail comes to an end as your shoes sink into the bed of the grass. Your next steps feel extremely light.Â
Walking on this grass is the closet one can experience how walking on a cloud feels like. You constrain yourself from removing your socks and shoes and running around on the grass like a madman--
Holy Shit.Â
The Grand Elixir Fountain is a masterpiece.Â
Rather than blindingly white, it is a comforting shade of evanesce beige. The sculptures surrounding the circumference are alluring rather than intimidating of mythical water creatures from numerous mythologies.
A water nymph settles at the heart of the fountain on a wave with water sprouting from the pot sheâs embracing.Â
The gurgling water simmers down onto another platform shaped like a lotus, little droplets splashing on the people standing close by the edge and then gliding down from the platform into the bottom expanse to become a slow, rippling stream.Â
The Fountain is a high lord, you are a mere peasant. The Fountain is the moon and youâre a small star. The Fountain is queen bee and youâre a worker bee. The Fountain is a high quality gaming PC and youâre a laptop you had to buy with an acceptable graphic card because youâre a college student who is surviving.
Maybe youâre not the best with creative descriptions but itâs okay youâre a law student any way.Â
Creative writing is Yeosangâs forte and he worries about it plenty.Â
âSeonghwa canât be here but I can send him some pictures.â Pulling out your phone, you scan the area.Â
An old couple are seated on a bench to the far right admiring the view, bunches of people pass by once a while either to leave or enter the area and a small group of friends are circled in a corner preoccupied within themselves.
âOkay, nothing to see here, just a college girl fangirling over a beautiful fountain.â You say it with the intent of addressing the people present but it is mostly directed towards yourself to not get embarrassed before you engage in a long photo session full of fascination over a fountain at an arboretum.
Okay, alright, letâs get this over with. Â
The cause of your dubiousness is Jongho.Â
He has pointed out several times that while taking photos you tend to get absorbed and switch into questionable positions just to score a worthy shot.Â
You somehow manage to capture moderate looking full shots without getting any uncanny looks from the visitors around with only one close up shot left.Â
The star of the fountain, the water nymph.Â
Itâs alright. Hopefully nobody finds you getting on one knee to capture a decent picture of the fountain uncanny.Â
Youâre just a harmless college girl who wants to text her boyfriend, excite him about your possible future dates and hunt for food while waiting for the two little devils to return and get working before itâs too late.Â
Gentle sprinkles splash onto your face as you move a little closer with careful steps to find the best spot. The water is enticing on this boiling day.
You hold your phone up, adjusting the angle to your liking. âOkay thatâs good.âÂ
Before you can press the capture button, a pair of hands lock around your waist, someoneâs weight settling on your shoulder.Â
âNo, shift it a little more to the right.â A voice, obscured by the earphones, speaks extremely close to your ear, sending a quivering sensation down your spine.Â
The first instinct is to freeze, your entire body numbs at the sudden action, heart beating at an alarming speed.Â
It is followed by a startling scream of having a strangerâs arms wrapped around your body. The scream pierces through the placidity of the garden, birds from the trees flying away to safety out of fright.
Finally, the adrenaline rush kicks in, your physical senses registering the situation and your reflexes activate.Â
The phone still connected with the earphones flies out of your hands and ears, elbows diving back to land double smacks on the intruderâs stomach to get him off your back. Â
The old couple look into your direction with a panicked expression and the entire group nearby jilts up and dashes towards you to investigate the source of the scream.Â
You turn around to inspect the trespasser who has landed flat on his butt, clutching onto his stomach as continuous groans and curses fall through his lips.Â
â(Y/N)! What the hell!â The obscurity long gone, you recognize the familiar voice and its owner.Â
Losing the energy in your legs, you fall down into a squatting position. âSeonghwa?â In a panicked state and a hesitant voice, you call his name.Â
âNo, itâs Ryan Reynolds.â Mockingly, he whimpers, trying to regain his knocked out senses.Â
It is indeed your boyfriend who is currently supposed to be in Japan but is in pain because you landed two good elbow punches right on his stomach after his 4 hours of excitement at the airport and two hours of flight and it is definitely, hundred percent confirmed especially, after his eyes meet yours, full of pain and shooting imaginary daggers at you.Â
Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but two blows right on his abdomen.Â
âPark Seonghwa!â You exclaim.Â
âNope, no, I am not Park Seonghwa anymore.â He states in a faltering tone.Â
âMiss, are you alright?â A boy from the far away friend circle interjects, stopping in front of you. âIs he bothering you?â His fingers wrap around your arms to pull you up.Â
His other two friends help Seonghwa but with a much constrained grab on his arms. Â
You look at your boyfriend being held by the two strangers and then at the boy, eyes performing a few puzzled double takes.
âMiss?â The boy reiterates his query.Â
Youâre dumfounded, your thoughts hazy.Â
Collecting the remaining strength in your body, your hands fly in gestures of denial. âNo, no, thatâs my boyfriend.âÂ
The boys appear skeptical. They exchange disbelieving glances.Â
âAre you sure? If heâs really bothering you, we can call the police right now.â One of the boys holding your boyfriend suggests with the intentions of your safety.Â
The frenzied senses simmer down second by second, your hand reaches out to free him from the strangersâ hold. âNo, no. Thank you so much for your help but there has been an misunderstanding, thatâs all.âÂ
The boys release him and you replace their hold by linking his arm.Â
âHe is really my boyfriend. I was just surprised.â You state with complete assurance.Â
âItâs also my fault for creeping up behind her. Thank you for watching out. Weâre sorry for the disturbance.â Seonghwa takes the cue and bows down a little to offer a sincere apology.Â
His other hand rests atop your bound one. Your gaze stays taut on him, following his actions to apologize as well.Â
The boys notice your relaxed figure beside him. âAh alright, so it was a misunderstanding.âÂ
You nod frantically. âYes, yes, it was. Weâre sorry.â You say politely.Â
Calculating the situation, the boys exchange final greetings before trusting your relationship and leave you two with a, âBe careful with your surprises!âÂ
The surroundings stop still until Seonghwa unlinks your arms to intertwine your fingers instead and bends down to pick up your phone.Â
âShould we sit somewhere and talk?â He suggests in a composed tone.Â
âOh, right, yes.â You answer, mentally occupied collecting the dispersed bits of your comprehension grip.
You two settle on the broad bench, previously occupied by the old couple who left after the ruckus, facing each other.
âAre you okay? Does it hurt?â You search for his eyes that meet yours in a span of millisecond after the raised enquiry.
Your fingers contract and expand with hesitancy near his abdomen where you, or more accurately, your reflexes stroke him a blow. Eyes fluctuate up and down, from his face to the injured area, teeth abusing the lower lip with worry.Â
His hands catch and close around your awkward ones, âIt hurts but I am fine. It might be bruised but itâll be gone with time.â Â
You look at him, face full of regret, âSeonghwa, I am so sorry.âÂ
âItâs alright, (Y/N).â He says with the most assuring look that there is in this world, âI mean it.âÂ
You were worried that he might be mad about the commotion but him unlinking your arms in order to hold your hand was an indication enough that he wasnât.Â
His anger is often intelligible. He needs the time to stay mad, cool down and talks only when he is ready. The time creates an emotional distance and that distance is unbearable until his heart is ready to resolve.Â
He doesnât hold petty grudges. He certainly forgives but he doesnât forget. Instead, he draws the line in the relationship to grow apart naturally.Â
You happened to experience it once when he was conversing with a senior who had given him a hard time and oh boy, the line he drew was fiery and bone chilling cold at the same time.Â
âSo, that was definitely not what I expected after I decided to surprise you.â He confesses, his eyes mellow, âI shouldâve listened to Hongjoong when he said that the idea is too sappy.â Â
While he speaks, youâre occupied with staring at him like a hawk with bulbous eyes.Â
âWhat happened?â He prompts you to speak, a fond smile on his lips. âCat got your tongue?â His fingers fix the disheveled hair resting on your forehead.Â
His eyes hold such raw warmth while he merely tucks little strands behind your ears that you fail to realize you have tears streaming down your cheeks.Â
âHey, why are you crying?â His expression shifts into a concerned one. âWhat happened?â He probes further.Â
Before you register your actions, your hand is flying to land a soft blow on his shoulder. âWhy didnât you tell me you were returning today!âÂ
Maybe the volcanic eruption that was swirling inside San somehow descended into you. The difference is, his was motivated by rage and yours might be motivated by mortification.
He retrieves his hand to hold the area youâre attacking, gaping as he rubs the sore spot.Â
âWhy are you hitting me!â His expression is muddled.Â
Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but you hitting him after he attempts to calm you down as his plan of surprise fails worse than the time he had failed history in sixth grade.Â
Your hand reaches out to land another gentle smack. âWhat are you! A freaking saint! Why didnât you tell me!âÂ
Even you are not aware why the outlet chosen by your feelings is hitting your loving and caring boyfriend who planned such a great surprise that you managed to ruin by knocking him straight into the abdomen with your pointy elbows.Â
âWait, what--â Your words only further deepen his confusion. Â
The next smack or rather love tap, as per your definition, doesnât get through as his hands are quick to catch yours by the wrists.Â
âWhy are you hitting me babe?â He tilts his head to the side. âYouâre hitting me because I am nice?â He lifts his right brow. âWhat, a saint?â A playful smile lingers on his lips.Â
The audacity of this man to act coy with you when you are full of all sorts of emotions whirling within you like a raging tornado. The audacity of this perfectly, perfect man!Â
With your slightly puffy eyes and tears stained cheek, you profess. âI am embarrassed okay! I am really embarrassed, I screamed so----âÂ
A tch sound comes from him, followed by a, âIdiot.âÂ
He pulls you into him through the hold he has on your wrists, your chest colliding with his. His arms wrap around your waist in a secure manner, head resting sideways onto the comfort of your shoulder that he dearly missed.Â
You melt like an ice cream on a hot day under his touch, taking no time to find content in his embrace, face nestling into his warm neck.Â
âDonât be embarrassed.â He removes one hand from your waist to offer comforting caresses on the back of your head. âI donât know what I expected your reaction to be. Honestly, this particular one didnât even cross my mind.âÂ
You lift your head from his neck but he quickly returns it down again.Â
âI didnât expect you to appear in front of me a week before your actual arrival either.â You speak in a muffled voice.
He pauses his stroking for a second, âI knew you were clueless but I didnât know you were this clueless.âÂ
âExcuse me!â You shuffle in his hold but he has you latched onto him.
He nestles further into your hold, almost pulling you onto his lap out of habit.Â
âSeonghwa!â Palms pressing against his chest, you try to scuffle away and receive a disgruntled noise from him.Â
Having performed his action only halfway through, your right leg sits on top of his left thigh and you leave it there to dangle idly.Â
âDude, weâre in a public place.â You remind him, placing a sneaky little peck on his neck.Â
Itâs the courage after announcing youâre an idiot to the entire world.
He is astounded by your actions but definitely not as much as you are.Â
Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but you mentioning that youâre in public and then proceeding to plant the softest kiss on his neck, not that he minds the latter.Â
âWise words coming from you in a public place.â His thumbs trace circles on your collar bones, voice adding an extra emphasis to the âpublicâ.Â
He squeezes you tightly and moves you in his hold like youâre his own personal teddy bear causing laughter to escape from your lips.Â
âGiving you a basic hug after you come back after almost a month and a half?â You declare like you have performed some high and mighty act, âNo, that is not enough to express my excitement, I had to smash out my love on you, babe.â Â
His face dawns an unimpressed look. âYup, I made a mistake coming home.âÂ
Your own words cause your face to scrunch up with cringe. âYeah, that was too much, donât talk about this in front of anyone, ever again.âÂ
You missed him. God, you missed him so much.Â
His long hair is intact, not a single strand has been snipped. He looks as stunning as you imagined him to be. His navy blue coat may have been washed with a different detergent than the one you are familiar with but the earthy smell of his regular perfume is present.Â
The only new additions on him that you can notice right away is the blinding glow on his sleep deprived face and the abstract patterned scarf wrapped neatly around his neck.Â
âI missed you.â You wish to say it as softly as possible but you end up blurting out the words.Â
He smiles with twinkles in his eyes. âI know, idiot. I missed you too.âÂ
You rest your palms on his cheeks and press them hard, lips protruding out in a pout. Pulling him in, you offer him a brief peck.
A long one is saved for later when in private.Â
The heat on his cheeks is an evidence that he is taken aback by your bold actions.Â
âFirst a kiss on the neck and now a long peck?â He smirks, eyebrows dancing up and down. âYouâve become quite gutsy within a month and a half huh?â
You fawn, âand youâre still carrying your mischievous habits with you! I was praying for you to leave them behind during your vacation. Did you achieve nothing?âÂ
âCome here you!â His hand clasps behind your neck but this time he connects his lips to the side of your forehead to plant the deepest kiss.Â
You shriek as the prolonged peck soon transitions into pillowy lips peppering feathery kisses on every little endearing spot he discovers to shower his love.Â
Unable to suppress your delight, subdued giggles bubble out of you.
The delight of having him by your side again is indescribable. The current state of happiness youâre feeling is indescribable.Â
You feel his hovering lips expanding into a smile, foreheads faintly clashing together as you two laugh your heart out.Â
There are tears forming in your eyes but this time due to happiness rather than humiliation.
Your eyes catch the sun dipping below the horizon, shooting colourful rays as it bids goodbye for the day. âSeonghwa, look, the sunset, itâs so beautiful.â You note while he pulls you into him sideways.
He hums, turning around to admire the view, âOh wow, thatâs......beautiful.âÂ
Time slows down just for the sun to submerge into the horizon with its glory. The orange, pink, purples and blues of the sky press mute on the world for the briefest interval.Â
He ruffles your hair, pulling you out of a trance, âAnd thatâs our cue to leave.âÂ
It takes special effort to abandon his comforting hold and get back up on your two feet.Â
The disappointment lasts a mere second as his fingers quickly interlace with yours. âWhere to next?â He asks.
He takes slow steps. You stick close by, half of your body weight leaning into him but he doesnât seem to mind.Â
You consider your choices for a moment, the grin ever present on your lips, âHow about we take a walk and then drive to the river side? I heard there will be star gazing event later at night.âÂ
He looks at you impressively with a questioning smile. âOh really, who told you that?â A gentle gleam of fondness floats in his eyes.Â
His heart is swelling with love, your presence is comfortable.Â
You channel your best know-it-all face, âOh, you know, Wooyoung, San and I were planning to--âÂ
The sentence stops midway as you remember, Wooyoung and San!Â
Your movements halt, âWait, Wooyoung and San!âÂ
He cracks up at your delayed realization.Â
âTheyâll be fine.â His fingers offer a gentle flick on your forehead, attempting to tap some sense into it, âUnless, you know, you want them to continuously comment during our date about how my arrival disrupted their last nightâs sleep.â He reaches out for his pocket to pull out his phone but youâre quick to prevent the said action.Â
âNo, no, no, no.â Your reaction amuses him further. âThatâs not what I meant. I am glad they ditched me, goodness, never been so glad that someone left me behind, swear to god.â The flurry of words scatter everywhere but the intended meaning has been received by him.
âAnd what else do you have planned for the night?â He asks, walking straight, exaggerating the breadth of his shoulders.Â
âMy fantastic company, Seonghwa, what else do you need?â In a wounded voice, you question.Â
He shakes his head.Â
âNo?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âFine, tonightâs dinner is on me, no budget. What do you want to eat?â You present your best offer in the most sugar coated tone.
His jaw drops in a dramatic fashion youâve never witnessed in your life, âThatâs it? Woman, I flew in today to surprise you today and thatâs it?âÂ
You stand on your tiptoes to whisper a special spell in his ear. âWho said that would be it?âÂ
The rasp in your voice has goosebumps rising on his skin.Â
âWhat do you mean?â He stares down, eyes wide.Â
âHey, by the way, how did you know I was near the fountain?â You quickly change the subject, your thoughts running wild and heart ready to pounce out to run a hundred mile marathon.Â
âWhat do you mean?â He repeats, eager to receive an answer.Â
His innocent smile has been replaced by a devilish smirk.
His constant questioning and hopeful gape has you regretting your previous words, causing warmth to spread on your face.Â
Flustered, you recite your question for the second time, âTell me, how did you know?âÂ
âIt was a guess. I havenât forgotten about your pigeon feeding adventures near the mall fountainâ His answer is concise, to the point and hurried. âNow, tell me, what do you mean?âÂ
He finishes the topic within a few seconds, arm nudging persistently against the side of your stomach.
This man. Oh god, this man.Â
âYou have a great memory! You remember everything!â The fake enthusiasm and flustered laughter that is evident in your answer has him laughing. âOh, look, weâre here!â You announce, feeling grateful once you spot the main exit getting closer with every step.Â
âWhat did you mean?â He takes quick steps to stand in front of you, his hand leaving yours.Â
âSeonghwa! Stop it, donât get back on your teasing shenanigans so quickly, give it a day.â You say as casually as possible, stepping aside to continue on your way. âIâve embarrassed myself and you quite enough for today.â
Seonghwa slings his arm around your shoulder from behind, âYeah, alright, weâll see about that later.â He mimics your casual tenure. âI guess.â He adds, hinting at your suggestive statement.Â
You nod in agreement, appearing calm and cool, âYeah, I guess, we will.âÂ
âYou little tease.â His free hand gives your left cheek a little squeeze, leaving a light aching.
You stumble a little on your way out of the garden, âIf I am a tease that makes you the devil that you truly are.âÂ
âI agree, I am a beast.â He really, actually, dares to say that with his whole chest, out loud.
âYeah, sure, little baby.â Your fingers mockingly stroke his chin with a pout
He chuckles, changing his position to properly stand by your side. âEnough of that now, letâs go, I am starving.âÂ
âYup, letâs go, tender beast.â You imitate his own words on him.Â
âNo, seriously, stop that.â He declares sternly.Â
You do a motion of zipping your lips, holding your free hand up in surrender.Â
Oh, how the tables have been turning constantly today. You can now understand why Seonghwa never gets off your back and it looks like you will not be getting off his tonight.Â
Metaphorically and literally.Â
Meanwhile, Woosan
San, who has been talking with the professor for almost thirty minutes now: It was pleasure meeting up with you Sir
Wooyoung, releasing a sigh of relief beside his friend because he didnât understand a single word that was exchanged, internally: FinallyÂ
Suddenly, San: Oh btw sir I had another questionÂ
Wooyoung, ready to create a rampage right there and then, grabbing a chair to smash it on the ground: OH MY FREAKING GOD DAMNIT CHOI SAN YOU---
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i filled out this super cool button character profile by @extraordinarymage for sabrina! thank you for making this, it was a lot of fun to fill out <3 the bulk of it is under a cut and oh boy is it long !!!
Short, Quick Reference
Name: Sabrina Wiseman
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Love Interest: Kent
Main personality trait: Confidence
Secondary personality trait: Morbidity
Relationship with Nick: Full of love, haunted by unaddressed guilt and frustration. But mostly full of love.
Nickname for Nick: Saint Nick (used sparingly)
Resentful or accepting?: Slightly resentful
Main strategy (interpersonal, insightful, innovative?): Insightful
Ethical or expedient?: Expedient
GENERAL
Name: Sabrina Larkspur Wiseman
Nickname(s): Sab, used by anyone; Sabby, only Nick and Sally; and, of course, Button for Nick.
Birthday: I think I made her an October Libra for the purpose of a template I did months ago, but Iâm not sure! No concrete birthday yet, Iâm always very slow to nail down details like this.
Age: 20
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Hair color + style: Blonde. A little past shoulder length, sometimes wavy. Usually a middle part. For Aeon, tied back in a bun.
Eye color: Blue, entirely because of the section of Frank OâHaraâs âMeditations in an Emergencyâ that goes, âMy eyes are vague blue, like the sky...â
Height: 5âČ5
Piercings: Multiple in each ear, but a couple have started to close.
Tattoos: None yet! Sab likes the idea of a tattoo but is worried about finding the perfect design, whether sheâd end up hating it, that the pain might be greater than she expects and sheâll look like a baby in front of her tattoo artist. Iâd like to think she eventually consults Sally and/or Glitch to come up with an idea that she falls in love with, but I havenât come up with what that would be!
Clothing style: Mostly solid colors, not a lot of patterns. Nothing super bright, but a fairly varied mix of pastels, neutrals, dark colors, black. Partial to denim skirts and sweater tops. Ankle boots. Likes a good turtleneck. Sheâs bolder when it comes to formal wear, and especially loves suits. Big fan of silk and satin.
Since she has a pretty accurate face claim, Iâll link some gifsets Iâve rbâd for appearance ref if you are so inclined.
STATS
Iâm always adjusting minor things and swapping scenes around, but these are from my most recent Sab run! Most scores hover somewhere around these values.
Personality:
Confidence: 53%
Humor: 5%
Morbidity: 22%
Resentful: 57% | Accepting: 43%
Strategy:
Interpersonal: 12%
Insightful: 50%
Innovative: 10%
Ethical: 43% | Expedient: 57%
KEY DECISIONS:
What is Nickâs nickname and why?: Saint Nick, used very rarely. Itâs a joking reference to the time she thought Santa was an evil Ment out to ruin Christmas, and a point about Nick overdoing it with the cheer. âSaint Nickâ is usually code for âI know you mean well, but please mind your own business.â Otherwise, she just calls him Nick.
What is their favorite type of cookie (and its name and why?): Salted caramel chocolate chip! No special name.
What was their initial reaction to Sally hugging them, as kids?: She just froze. That could just be me projecting adult Sabrina onto her childhood self; I donât imagine that she was as uncomfortable around strangers or quite as cautious back then. But thatâs what Iâll stick with.
How did they ace the ASE test?: The in-game option she takes is âMy entire life has revolved around strategic avoidance,â but the one about being just plain smart also sounds like her. If Sab has the chance to thoroughly (over)prepare for something, she will do it. Her mind blindness also has her constantly (over)analyzing situations. So, hard work and relentless anxiety!
Did they manage to win their first assignment? How?: Yes, by having Sally block the door. Iâve headcanoned some slight differences in how it plays out, which I wrote about in-depth here. To summarize, Sab thinks of blocking the door as a desperate last resort, not a clever loophole, and she pushes back against Rosyâs praise because she wishes she could have done it the ârealâ way. Rosy goes from being impressed to being annoyed that sheâs willfully missing the point.
What was the primary emotion Button felt during the Aeon bombing (love, gratitude, etc?): Guilt. She feels very guilty about how much Nick has given up for her in general, but I think that in the moment, itâs on a smaller scale. The fact that Nick was on the phone with her when it happened, coming to her rescue like always, becomes emblematic of their whole relationship for her, and she really fixates on that.
Who drove them home from the hospital from and why?: Glitch. Sab responds to her initial text with âAre you sure?â, and is relieved when Glitch takes that as âYes, please.â She doesnât relish the idea of being around someone more connected to her family or Nick at that point.
How do they feel about Nick riding around in their mind?: Worried, at first. Just because itâs so unknown and absolutely insane. After seeing Doctor Amari, sheâs excited! Sab is thrilled to be a Pollard Five and intends to take full advantage of it. I am not looking forward to seeing how she reacts when thatâs taken away from her.
Why did Button agree to do the undercover mission?: To prove she still deserves to be an MIV. Sabrina feels stupid and reckless for putting herself, Nick, and Aeon in this position, but she knows sheâs smart, and she hasnât worked this hard for nothing. She wants to prove what she could do with a normal Pollard Score and make herself too valuable to give up even when sheâs back to Zero.
Told Glitch about your mind blindness?: Depends on the playthrough. Iâm constantly going back and forth on whether Sab meets Glitch for coffee or wanders the city with Nick in her second chapter 5 slot (after trying to track down Kent). If she does meet Glitch, though, she absolutely tells her; with how touchy Sab is about privacy, she couldnât stomach not warning Glitch that Nick could hear everything they said.
Figured out Kâs secret?: Nope. She finds enough of the clues to be given the âI knew it!â option in-game, but she didnât actually put it together. Sab is too angry and embarrassed by learning that Kent is an AMO to find any reason to interrogate it. âThe random guy I met before school just happens to be a jerkâ is a perfectly sound explanation to her.
Found Nohâs clues?: Not at the metro station. Sometimes she sees the Vengeance brooms in chapter 5 (again, depending on the playthrough), but thatâs it.
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP:
Love Interest: Kent
Why them?: Sab feels an immediate kinship with Kent after learning about the NPO program. Itâs kind of funny how quickly he moves from the least sympathetic position in her eyes (Ment who got past me and read my mind without my knowledge) to the most sympathetic (non-powered child of a prominent family aiming a league above where he âbelongsâ). A lot of new respect for his competence. Her fate is sealed when she realizes that his kindness at the hospital wasnât him trying to make up for some wrongdoing, but just him being very sweet. (She had scoffed over âYou needed help.â But now sheâs like, âOh. He meant that?! Fuck.â)
As they spend more time together, Sab realizes how weirdly similar they are in other ways, too. And she starts to feel safe/secure around him in a way that sheâs extremely not used to. Growing up surrounded by Ments, Sab has a lot of issues about being too much, too difficult, needing to âbe worthyâ of love. So someone like Kent who is not a Ment, who has no âobligationâ to care about her, and whose judgement she trusts implicitly? Being around him and being loved by him mean a lot, and I think will go a long way towards helping her reflect on her other relationships!
What are their first impressions of each other?: Okay, there are like 3 first impressions with Kent. First: heâs tall and handsome and secretly adorable, and they have similar career goals, so sheâs drafting a five-month plan to woo him and get his number. Second: heâs a lying, self-obsessed loser who owes her many explanations. Third: oh no, the first impression was true! And heâs been continually, selflessly kind to her in spite of her overt hostility. Scratch the five-month plan, because the crush was only fun when it was entirely superficial; now she really, really likes him and that just sucks.
We know that Button makes a good impression on K by stopping for their dogs, but apart from that... I mean, the âwe confused each otherâ from chapter 7 is very apt. Sab has lots of shifting personas, and Kent sees pretty much every one within 24 hours. The prevailing impression before everything gets cleared up is probably just that she cares a lot? About everything? Her stopping for the dogs, how seriously she takes the first assignment, the way she seems so deeply affected by something he said or did that morning. Itâs a rare side of her to meet first because she usually pretends to be above everything.
What feature does your Button find most attractive in their RO (ex. appearance, personality, etc.)?: Probably his composure. And his... steadfastness? The way he seems unruffled by anything, his soothing presence. She really admires that about him and finds the calm contagious.
What do they do to spend time together?: Going on drives together! Kent driving while Sab plays songs she thinks heâll like, talking or not talking. Cuddling on the couch while reading their own separate books. Museum dates. Walking the dogs together.
Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: I imagine that the first month or so of their relationship would be difficult, just because theyâre both bad at expressing themselves and not used to relying on other people. Kent kind of negates a lot of Sabâs impulses to get defensive or hostile, so instead of arguments, I think there are more likely to be awkward periods where sheâs just stewing in something without addressing it. Most of their fights would be, like, one of them becoming really distant for a concerning number of days until the other tries to awkwardly check in on them.
What does their future look like?: Uhh some random lore: I think eventually they do get married, despite neither of them caring that much about it. Sabrina would be excited to have something to plan, and she knows it would make the people around her happy. They have a long engagement; thereâs never really an âofficialâ proposal, just an acknowledgement that yeah, theyâll get married one day, and then eventually they get rings. The engagement is almost Sabâs favorite part, honestly. She likes planning and showing off her ring and calling Kent her fiancĂ©, a lot of fanfare on her part for a wedding that ends up being very modest and chill.
OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)
Relationship with Nick: When I first started developing Sab, I thought that with as difficult/prickly as she can be, her relationship with Nick would be worse than it is. Never bad, but certainly strained, with more jealousy/resentment on her side. However, she rejected this. She is resentful, but never towards Nickâshe internalizes the negative parts of their relationship so they manifest as guilt instead. And thatâs the problem, not resentment. Sab thinks heâs overprotective, but that doesnât make her angry; it just makes her sad. She wishes things were different and he didnât feel so responsible for her, but she also doesnât know how she could manage without him taking on so many of her burdens. So, guilt! So much love, but always looming guilt.
Having Nick in her head has helped. Itâs added a new kind of guilt (âIâm a horrible person for being so giddy that people canât hear my thoughts even though that requires my brother to be in a comaâ), but getting inside Nickâs head for once and really feeling his love for her changes things. Makes her feel way more secure, I guess? Itâs easier to see her brother as human person, a friend who loves her, rather than a perfect selfless paragon who sacrificed everything to raise her, which is an important shift.
There are also Things happening with self-presentation in the fact that theyâre both models, and flirts, and pretend to be shallow. And the ways that theyâve responded to vastly different expectations. And selflessness versus selfishness. But I have no idea how to talk about that yet.
Relationship with Father: Strained and distant. Sabrina doesnât necessarily blame him for leaving, but she hates how heâs handled it. Sheâs incredibly frustrated that John insists on keeping them in this miserable limbo of uncomfortable visits, even though moving away was (to her) a tacit acknowledgement that she and her parents are better off without each other. Heâs trying to force a relationship that Sab thinks is ultimately harmful for everyone involved. For Nickâs sake, sheâs willing to grin and bear the visits, but it never works because John can obviously tell itâs an act. He pushes her, she gets defensive, and so on to infinity.
Relationship with Mother: Like with John, Sab doesnât resent Hope for the incident itself, or for leaving afterward. It was terrifying, and the idea of being around Hope makes her panicâbut she thinks of that as just another irrational anxiety symptom, and sheâs trying to work through it. What she does resent Hope for is letting it get to that point at all. Sab is incredibly bitter that Hope will suffer silently to the point of almost killing her (during the incident) and potentially herself (with the BRS), while Sab has no choice but to be completely open. Especially because theyâre so similar in that wayâsheâs almost jealous. âOh, so your silence is allowed to almost kill me and itâs ânobodyâs faultâ but I canât pretend to enjoy a single lunch with Dad without him calling me out for lying?â
And even though she doesnât hold the incident itself against her, Sab is very hung up on âWhy are you never quiet? Why are you always there?â She knows, on some level, that this was not a Personal Judgement against her. But because Hope keeps so much quiet, this is the only honest expression of her motherâs feelings that she can remember! It would take a lot for Sab to believe that Hope was really, genuinely interested in reconnecting with her, rather than just pretending to love her "enoughâ this time because to do otherwise would reflect poorly on Hope as a mother.
Relationship with Sally: Besties <3 Sally is the only member of the Wiseman inner circle that Sab doesnât have complicated feelings about. They both have hidden morbid streaks that they bring out in each other, and can laugh about. They both have competitive streaks that work well together because theyâre always on the same team. And their wants/needs from the relationship complement each other well, I think. Sally has always felt valued because sheâs useful and not because sheâs loved, while Sab has always felt smothered by love/care without feeling like she genuinely adds value to other peopleâs lives. So it means a lot to both of them that theyâre able to help each other practically, while also genuinely loving and supporting each other outside of that.
Relationship with Gray: Full of trust and genuine care, but predicated on distance. Sab loves him a lot for being so careful not to cross any boundaries, physical or emotional, with her. Sheâs grateful that heâs there for Nick in a way that she doesnât feel she can be. But "I like Gray because he doesnât push me and is good to Nickâ means that any hand he extend makes her defensive, because sheâll either view him as an emissary of Nick or start to panic because their normal routine is being disrupted (she doesnât tell him about Hope in ch 3, for example).
They get along very well in a friend-of-a-friend sort of way, and bond over being cautious counterparts to Nick. Also, Sab never had a crush on Gray, but she is not immune to tall superhero and thinks itâs fun to fake flirt with him. (You know Isabelaâs âYou have pretty eyesâ routine from DA2? Sab does that to Gray when conversations steer towards things sheâd rather not talk about.)
Relationship with Glitch: Iâm really excited about these two! They click from the start, and Sabrina feels immediately comfortable around Glitch, which makes her feel distinctly uncomfortable whenever she catches herself. Externally, they have pretty different personalities, but theyâre both perceptive and... socially manipulative? aware of their self-presentation?... in ways that they both pick up on right away. So itâs a lot of conversational maneuvering and trying to figure out what the otherâs game is, while also genuinely enjoying each otherâs company.
Relationship with Kent/Kenna: I could go truly insane here. See the romance section above instead.
Relationship with Kim: Sab wants him to like her sooooo bad. Heâs one of the only people to ever really get through to her, re: my headcanon conversation after the first assignment. Authority figures tend to treat her as special, whether thatâs negatively because of her mind blindness or positively because sheâs such an overachiever. She had no idea how to respond to that not being the case (and didnât handle it well at first), but chapter 6 solidifies her respect for him.
It also turns Rosyâs opinion of Sab around; he was impressed by her in class but left his office thinking she was self-absorbed and naive. But the bombing is a reality check, and her response is very measured and practical in a way that surprises him.
Relationship with Lev: She doesnât mind the comparisons to Nick or the âmaybe one day theyâll fix youâ comments as much as you might think. They arenât her favorite, but she prefers that sort of thing to the inspirational platitudes belied by coddling that she got from her family growing up. Sab has fond memories of Lev and is grateful that heâs always been kind to her, but doesnât have any particular feelings apart from that.
Relationship with Clarence: Holds a grudge against him for causing a scene, making her late, and generally being a jerk. But she canât fault him for being right, after what happened! Mostly she just wants to avoid him, but sheâll be thrilled to lord her success over him if/when she proves herself.
Relationship with Dean Branham: Like Rosy, another authority figure that Sab desperately wants to impress. But without the personal investment she has in Rosyâs validation, more âOh, this person is in charge, so I should make her like me!â Despite Nickâs and Rosyâs reservations, Sabrina doesnât really have a problem with being âstrongarmedâ or manipulated into cooperating; for now, she figures Branham was just doing her job and respects her tactics.
Relationship/attitude towards Ments in general: Mostly just uncomfortable and wary around them. Sab doesnât want her mind read, and she figures that no Ment wants to be forced to read it either. So she has a pretty strict âno Mentsâ rule for close personal relationships (excluding Nick, Sally, and Gray, of course. But only Nick really counts because heâs the only one who can hear her thoughts whenever sheâs nearby). Not out of hatred or resentment, just because she knows it will be easier for everyone in the long run.
Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): Not many, but yes! Sab dated around a lot in the 2 years before Aeon (more like year and a half, because she completely shut it down once she was more focused on preparing for the MIV program), but there are 2 relationships that were formative/important for her. A high school sweetheart, and someone Sab met through modeling. She doesnât keep up with her high school ex, but the model is her best friend outside of Sally and Nick, and they still keep in touch! Iâm still developing them/the relationships, and Iâll probably post more about them someday. Theyâre fun!
PERSONAL BIO
Describe their personality: Confusing and contradictory. She has two main modes that confuse people who meet both (e.g., Kent). Sheâs either cold, stuck-up, and sometimes hostile, OR sheâs charming, frivolous, and sometimes flirty. Mode 1 is tense but stoic and inexpressive; mode 2 is seemingly relaxed but very posed and insincere. Mode 1 is for when she feels uncertain or has no agenda apart from âget to point Bâ; mode 2 is for when sheâs more comfortable or trying to manipulate someone. Her actual personality is a bit closer to the second, but she doesnât pretend not take things seriously or hide when sheâs annoyed.
Strengths: Analytical, methodical, detail-oriented. Very driven and hardworking. May not always act like it, but does have social skills/charisma; a great liar, if you canât read her mind. Unfailingly loyal and loving to her favorite people, so so so warm and affectionate and supportive if she really loves you. Very perceptive.
Weaknesses: Way too proud. Can be petty and vindictive. Self-absorbed (she doesnât mean anything by it, but itâs hard for her to see past herself sometimes). Stubborn, hates being wrong. And... emotional isnât the word, but strong negative emotions can really cloud her judgement. It ties into her being proud, petty, and stubborn; if sheâs really upset about something, she can cling to that emotion instead of re-evaluating it or moving forward.
Phobias: From this ask about the phobias that are planned to show up in-game, there are a few that I could see fitting Sab, but I want to wait to see how theyâre implemented before I fully commit. Which is very metagame-y, I know (and I am very metagame-y about IF), but âfear of Xâ is so broad that it really does depend on when/how it manifests in the text.
That being said, agoraphobia is almost a lock; crowds do make Sab very anxious if she canât keep track of everyone within a certain distance, and if she canât leave when she starts feeling antsy. Claustrophobia is a maybe. The choice that triggers it (in chapter 4, about hating MRI machines) suits Sab, but Iâm not sure if she hates MRI machines because she hates tight spaces, or if itâs more related to her general anxiety about hospitals, medical tests, etc. Which she definitely has!
What activities/club did they do in school?: She avoided anything group-oriented as far as possible. She took piano (maybe violin?) lessons and did recitals, but wasnât in orchestra. The one exception was maybe National Honor Society or some equivalent, which she would have joined for her resumeâs sake. And I think she would have tutored!
Where do they escape to when they need space?: A little used library corner, where she can people watch without being seen/heard.
How do they feel about/cope with their mind blindness?: Sab hates it but tries not to dwell on it. She knows that itâs no oneâs fault, and she mainly just tries to... minimize it? Drown out her thoughts, limit her contact with Ments. And, least healthily, very rigidly managing herself. Because thereâs so much of her that exists outside of herself, without her control, she tries to either filter or completely suppress everything else. Part of why she got into modeling, she can perform and be perfect and have total control over the final product of her body in the photographs for whatever campaign. Some Day This Will Be Better. But definitely not where she is in current canon.
How has your Button changed since the Incident with Hope?: Developed many new anxieties and disorders and syndromes :) She also became way more self-conscious, as in literally conscious of and way more tightly monitoring herself, what sheâs thinking, what sheâs expressing, how sheâs sitting, etc. Less emotive face, more rigid posture.
If they werenât an Aeon student, what would they be doing?: Sab would have beaten herself up forever if she âproved everyone rightâ by avoiding Unity/Ments entirely, so sheâd want to stay in the family business somehow. She probably would have ended up doing scientific research on mental agility. Maybe even working for Mirrortech or some other biotech company, which I imagine would have been an interesting conversation to have with the family.
RANDOM FACTS:
Zodiac sign: Like I said, I assigned her Libra months ago for the sake of a template. But I donât know enough about astrology to commit. Libra or Leo, probably.
Hobbies: Music, reading poetry, âcookingâ (i.e., sitting on the counter and not helping while Nick makes dinner)
Likes: Watching other people (Nick) play video games, dressing up, taking long showers/baths, dark chocolate with caramel, back hugs
Dislikes: Being patronized, hot weather, going to the doctor, driving, doing anything she is not good at
Type of bedsheets: Bamboo.
Drink of choice: Cucumber mint lemonade! For hot drinks, some kind of caramel coffee. For alcohol, she refuses to get drunk because sheâs terrified of having even less control of her mental broadcast, but at home/around people she trusts sheâll have a glass or two of wine. Doesnât know enough to be picky, but doesnât like it too sweet.
Favorite food: Probably some pasta dish Nick makes with asparagus and tomatoes and a lot of garlic.
Favorite color: Like a light turquoise!
Favorite music: Music to her was another mind-shielding tactic before anything else, so she tends to like upbeat-ish electronic/pop stuff. Catchy and repetitive, and/or with lots of personality to drown out her own thoughts. On the other end of the spectrum, she does have a soft spot for crackly, lo-fi, old or old-sounding slow songsâsomething about fuzzy recordings simulating a weak telepathic signal.
Favorite season: Hmm, spring and autumn are both good. She likes either side of winter.
Anything else youâd like to share: My heart and a long, fulfilling marriage, with anyone who reads all this đ
#wow this is so long. insanity luv lit ral insanity#this was super helpful for articulating certain things about sab's character so it's already done its job#pls do not feel pressured to read Thousands of words about sabrina my beloved. but if you read all or even some of this <333 a kiss for you#why am i embarrassed to overshare about my own ocs on my own blog. i live here#oc: sabrina wiseman#also this was very much a stream of consciousness deal but i tried to go back and make it comprehensible. good luck all ye who enter here
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Demon Deep Dive (JCA)
Someone asked if I could do headcanons for the Eight Demon Sorcerers from Jackie Chan Adventures, so here it is, and more! Much more oh God...
Canon Stuff
All seven Demon Sorcerers HATE Shendu for his conniving nature and deceptive past towards/with them (Drago just hates him because father issues)
The Demon Sorcerers do not need external objects to perform spells, for it simply comes from their physical being
They are all old fucks
There are plenty more demon sorcerers, but these eight/nine are all those that were ever mentioned
All want to rule the world
Everyone, aside from Shendu, actually somewhat care about each other and agree to rule the world together. Why is that even though they shouldnât have âsocial urgesâ because of their biology? Weâll discuss that later
Looking back on the very first episode they were all in together, they are fucking in sync as all Hell! They were finishing each othersâ sentences, they knew what each one was thinking. Damn, son, they be tight AF; family goals, amiright?
How to start a Demon Sorcerer meeting: Step 1) Find Po Kong, Step 2) Call everyone else over because it would take too long moving her at all
About the individual demons themselves (Most of this is reworded from the Wiki, but confirmed through watching their episodes):
Hsi Wu
Guerilla tactics for the win
Oddly patient, ya know, for someone so kind of childish
Becomes bored easily, so he has the knack to pick on his siblings and humans, with the latter being in more vicious and cruel ways
Aside from Shendu, Hsi Wu is the most bullied by his siblings (itâs because heâs small, isnât it??)
Although he hates Shendu like the rest of his siblings, he is more âcold and apatheticâ towards him, with occasionally getting along, albeit extremely slight
High pitched noises hurts his ears
âHis wings are sharp enough to cut through concreteâ
Playful, although in a sadistic way
Simply flies to get where he needs to be
Likes to pester and make fun of Po Kong specifically
He just. Constantly smiles or has this big wide, toothy grin on his face all the time
*gremlin noises* *cat hisses*
Best/Worst Actor Award goes to...
Tso Lan
Sophisticated and more-or-less monotone sounding, he is always on alert with his senses. Despite this, his reaction timing is awful
Seemingly emotionless, his relaxed demeanor breaks when something doesnât go his way. He does display some sarcasm, though
According to the wiki, he is very hard to please and never compliments anyone. What a stuck-up asshole
Along with Bai Tza and Xiao Fung, he is one of the more authoritative demon figures of the family
He apparently is one of the elder siblings
He is one of the most powerful sibling because he can bring the fucking Moon out of fucking orbit like it is nothing
He is Shantae He can control his hair, as well as float and glide gracefully
He can survive in space
He does indeed have legs, for he has been seen walking ONCE and we get to see his boots (Demon World (Part 2))
Shendu (My apologies, but not my regret, about if you are upset with me and my loathing for Shendu)
Selfish asshole who doesnât like sharing, even with his family
Everybody Hates Shendu and Shendu Hates Everybody, and they all want each other dead, including Drago
Legit, he made a truce with Uncle, the mortal enemy, so he could horribly punish Drago. What a good father, amiright???
Can hold a grudge for, like, ever and hardly ever keep his promises. He also willingly admits heâs a traitorous bastard
Greedy and sophisticated asshole
Like, Jesus Christ, I wanted to give Shendu some slack because I did not want myself to be blinded by hatred for the guy, but my God is he the worst
âShendu is not only devoid of compassion and sympathy for mortals, but also cares little to nothing for his family-members - this is displayed most markedly by how he left his siblings to rot in the Netherworld so he could rule the Earth himself.â
âFather and son's relationship was so toxic that Shendu even declared when Drago was being sucked into an interdimensional rift that his son deserved no less than to be trapped on the other side for his disloyalty.â
âDespite this, in response to Drago's apology and profuse pleading, Shendu visibly contemplated for a moment and hesitantly decided to try saving Drago from his fate (with a warning that his son must remember he is second to Shendu while they're on Earth), suggesting Shendu might genuinely care about his son to some extent (or at the very least, as close to caring about another being as Shendu is capable of).â Um, not sure if I agree on the âgenuinely careâ part, but totes on board with the âjust wants him for a playing chipâ thought
Although he may be one of the most powerful demons of the family, that does not stop his siblings from actively going against him, which surprisingly makes Shendu submissive to them. Hmm...
He legit cares about no one but himself and that is no overstatement. Iâm sorry to all those fangirls out there :V
Once ruled all of China
Shendu gets all whiny and high pitched, often stuttering, when expressing fear (which is every single time he gets a family reunion, which reminds me...)
He can be such a cheeky charmer
Although Shendu only cares about himself, he does seem pretty observant with recognizing what others do want, and of course uses that to his advantage. Hm, observant guy; no wonder he has fangirls
Tchang Zu
Not that talkative, even during fights, and rather only speaks when he feels the need to. However, when he does speak, it is rather loud and/or commanding
Hates when he isnât respected, especially out of fear. He hates it so much he verbally explodes with anger when something personal to him is disrespected
Is willing to get down and dirty when reaching his (and his siblingsâ) goals
Is most likely the most colorful with his wording and admiring architecture
Really only attacks those he deems worthy (apparently there was a crowd of humans he only bothered scaring away and not attacking, even though they only saw him as entertainment?)
Become Goku Flies on a cloud to get where he needs to be
Oh my God he sits criss-cross-applesauce
Dai Gui
A little under average intelligence, but his brutality and strength make up for it, being an absolute bulldozer with anything that stands in his way
I must reinforce the âa little under averageâ part because he does use the word âludicrous,â which is no caveman word
Violent and macabre imagery is his verbal forte
A big bully, since he loves throwing his authority around to those under him
Similar to Tchang Zu, Dai Gui is also willing to do dirty work, but mainly for himself than for others
Absolutely LOATHES âprettyâ things, like flowers
Sometimes talks in third person
Seems to prefer using his raw strength than his magical powers
Laughs at his own jokes
Persistent and dedicated. Nice!
Po Kong
Hungry Hungry Hippo; food is always on the mind, I wouldnât be surprised if her want to rule the world was second on her list
Although she can and would eat anything, she is still picky
Her favorite flavor is human and salt
She knows French (ah yes, one of the âLove Languagesâ)
She snores
Po Kong likes to torment Hsi Wu
She can walk on her own
Favorite food: Human
Bai Tza
Hates Shendu the most
Most outspoken and dominating out of all the demons (âverged on superiority complexâ)
Tends to deal with situations more realistically, as well as learning from past mistakes
Despite her intelligence, her hubris still gets the best of her
Along with Tso Lan and Xiao Fung, she is one of the more authoritative demon figures of the family
Apparently didnât have humans living in her palace, which was Atlantis
Can levitate
Bunch of banshee screeches. Yeesh
Xiao Fung
Talkative and slimey diplomat that prefers debating with his siblings rather than arguing and fighting
Enjoys fights to the death between his underlings
Has an interest in drama and being a part of it
Seems to be the most cooperative and decent when working with humans. Cool!
Absolutely despises the Netherworld so much that a human prison is âparadiseâ to him
Along with Bai Tza and Tso Lan, he is one of the more authoritative demon figures of the family
Need to get somewhere? No problem, just jettison your way with wind bellows from your lungs through your mouth
Although he does care for his siblings, itâs apparently not enough to âcarry the burdenâ of freeing them. Maybe itâs out of pure laziness? He does seem against doing active things (other than blowing wind, which only he can do)
Headcanon Stuff
Why do the Demon Sorcerers (besides Shendu) actually care for one another and agree to share the Earth between each other? I did say they do not possess the inherent-to-parent instinct, but I never said they were not social animals. The demons may not have the need to reproduce or want sexual anything, but they do posses the need/want to have company, which is kind of supported by the fact that canonically and in real life, Chinese demons mainly want to be praised and treated like gods. One cannot be considered a god, nor be praised in general, if one does not have beings beneath or beside them for confirmation
So, in a way, you could say they all desire some sort of reassurance of their importance.
Their relationship with humans is understandable, given from with what I just said, but the relationship between one another is a little more... deep? They obviously consider each other legit family, so they do care about one another (with some rough-play rivalry), but I think itâs less on the biological factor and more of the âfitting inâ factor.
Hereâs my theory: Yes they are biologically family, but they did not view each other as such originally. After a while of being with one another, experiencing similarities, they became family-close in the metaphorical sense (in addition to the literal sense). This would explain how Shendu could have lost touch with them intimately while the others did not with each other, all the while still considering each other as family.
So, despite my whole push on the demons having little compassion, they do still harbor it; expressing it through family feelings. However, just like humans, there are always those who posses less compassion than the average person, and that would be Shendu. Shendu is the psychopath of the family-- the Black Sheep, if you will
In addition, theoretically, for all those fangirls and guys out there, they could love you like a precious pet. Just sayinâ (so, like, imagine the Demon Sorcerers having human pets and treating them like we do our own âLook how much of a chonkster my human is!â âOh yeah? Well mine started getting ready for winter early; look at this massive boy-o!â I call my cats âstupid, stinky babies who I loveâ and then proceed to cuddle them all the time :V)
Fuck it, they have family movie/theatre nights because I find it endearing even though it may be Out of Character
To begin this next section, I want to state that the Demon Sorcerers are based on The Bagua. However, it is merely their elements that are the inspiration, not anything with the philosophy behind Bagua. However however, I will be looking into it and seeing what the Bagua has that still can reflect on the sorcerers. In other words, instead of basing the demons on the Bagua, Iâll be âbasingâ the Bagua on the demons, if that makes sense.
Smol
Hsi Wuâs kingdom was probably located on the eastern coast of the USA
Judging by that teacherâs transformation with some of his chi, he may have âavian tendenciesâ with flying south for the winter and building nest-like structures
Probably the most convincing one to âbefriendâ a human. Not because of his past friendship with Jade, but because people could relate to him of being picked on from size and lack of abilities, in addition to being more approachable because of his size and playfulness
His demeanor is mostly childlike, especially with how cruel children can be
Probably dislikes orchestral music, especially violins, flutes, the triangle, etc
Would most likely become a memester. Maybe.
âHow do ya do, fellow kids?â
Likes to listen to music/singing while doing things and stuff. So, maybe he has to be distracted to some degree to be content, or he will be grumpy? (AD(H)D)
Real Talk: At one point in Tale of the Demon Tail (where Jade âbefriendsâ Hsi Wu, or really his persona), Hsi Wuâs persona of being Jadeâs friend actually disintegrates. Meaning, that âmaskâ he put on to befriend Jade, at one point dissolved into an actual aspect of himself. So, when he answered Jadeâs question of âare you going to the danceâ or whatever, his initial response was that of an actual human-child Hsi Wu friend. While yes he was still acting, his initial response was almost unconscious, and then he realized what he was saying and said the other thing. I mean, it could have easily been âNah, thatâs stupid-- oh wait, thatâs a good idea to get inside the house, actually,â but that still follows the unconscious response action. What am I getting at here? Well, the interaction the two had proves that a clump of Hsi Wuâs personality does click with Jade. Iâm not saying âI ship itâ or anything, what Iâm saying is their personalities attract one another in general and could work between two different characters. As much as they seem to get along, there are other characteristics the two have that oppose one another and definitely shatters that friendship. So, Jade and Hsi Wu Being Friends? No; Some Personality Traits They Have Connect to One Another in General and Could Work Between? Yes.
The ye olde game of Chase is probably his favorite. Ya know, the game where you chase people around? Yeah, any game where he gets to chase/hunt his pray would be his favorite
Very similar to Shendu, Hsi Wu is one of the craftier folk of the family. However, unlike Shendu, creativity is his primary weapon which is, of course, used to make up for his size.Â
Similar to Xiao Fung, Hsi Wu is also one of the siblings that listens and pays attention the most. Their difference being is the information he learns is more for his selfish advantage than a âgetting alongâ way.Â
Despite his dishonesty towards Jade, he is the most integral to himself. What I mean is, while yes all the demons follow their demon ethos, I believe Hsi Wu is the most true to himself and wouldnât back down or reject something he is honestly interested in. However, probably because he knows how others know him, he can use this integrity to fool others into believing him with ease.
Hsi Wu is also probably the most inclined to have faith in others, but this DOES NOT mean he easily trusts people. What Iâm saying is he may not easily trust others, but when he does, that faith in them is near unwavering
âThe Beauty of Mischiefâ
âLord High Lord of the Sky,â or âLord High Lord of Firmamentâ
Vamps
Tso Lanâs âkingdomâ was probably located on the Moon
Like all sophisticated assholes, he probably enjoys reading, but only books that deal with the fall of humanity and apocalypse stuff. Maybe even some space stuff, like the movie Interstellar? (Star Wars can kiss his ass, though)
Can posses dark matter? Because of his dark magic bolts and his affinity with gravity?
Doesnât like being around people. His siblings are fine, but he rather not have company, judging by how he most likely spends his time on the Moon and rarely visits Earth. Antisocial personality disorder much??
Like we have stated earlier, Tso Lan never gives out compliments, for he is oh so difficult to please. He watches intently and is careful with his neutral wording, always sounding cold and cruel. However, despite his emotionless disposition, he does have some ugly colors. For example, he does get angry, especially when he is interrupted. Example two, he does take pleasure in tormenting his enemies. However, the good color of natural tranquility explains his seemingly âlack of emotion.â
If he can ever âgive respectâ to anyone, itâs probably so difficult to achieve it should be considered impossible. But hey, if you do somehow get his compliments, consider yourself special, home slice! In addition, itâs probably also highly unlikely to get him to laugh. Like, not even a chuckle. Maybe a sarcastic and flat âHa,â but nothing too intense.
He may not think of himself as king or an emperor, but he does view himself as some sort of higher metaphysical power, like a pontiff. In addition, he probably sees his position being the highest because of his throne on the Moon and his power over gravity (and maybe dark matter). Being used to this placement, he has distanced himself from just about every living thing, being untainted with normal, petty desires. Oh but being a demon has its drawbacks, for wanting is in the blood. Meaning, there are most likely some things out there that he may desire (Fanfic Writers, assemble!)
You want him him to talk dirty to you? Why yes, you should keep good hygiene and not be smelly. Real Talk, though, because of his lack of emotion words, he probably would have difficulty conveying emotion verbally. But hey, his voice and tones are enough to get anyone aroused :V
Might secretly like dancing, but only simple ones. Like, The Waltz would be the most active heâd like
Might also hum tunes every so often. Despite that, he still prefers silence over noise of any kind.
âThe Beauty of Isolationâ
âLord High Lord of the Moon,â or âLord High Lord of Satellitesâ
Shit Dad
Probably studies magic the most and has a huge library filled to the brim with spell books and whatnot
Drago may be on his mind a lot, but probably not for any positive reason
Probably had Drago made for that thing in Taoism where two beings can connect one another metaphysically, and if one is in trouble (like they died or something), the other can help out (and resurrect if need be). Or, he wanted someone that wasnât human on his side because heâs sure as Hell his siblings wonât side with him
While Drago is way more hotheaded than his Dad, it seems Shendu is more likely to let a petty grudge get in the way of his goals
Shendu hates family reunions
Dudeâs a mad scientist
Probably regrets having Drago
Oh God, oh fuq, itâs the Big Bad Dragon that wants everything for himself. He must know what his name translates to because oh boy does he feel entitled to his mighty sovereignty. Like, he lusts for power so much that no amount of trickery could mask his clarity of greed, ya know, like a âtrueâ dragon. What he wants, he will obtain, with let nothing obstruct his path⊠other than a petty grudge. Heâs so full of passion and thermal rage he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst his brethren. He would even sink to deep lows to get what he desires, even if it is heavily depending on humans, lying, cheating, and stealing from his own family, doing forbidden things with humans to have a âsonâ he only wants to use as a playing piece, and even bend reality to his liking.
However, I must say it is impressive and admirable how adaptive he is with every situation he finds himself in. He is rather courageous and would try anything to reach his goal, even if it is siding with the enemy. Shendu speaks in sophistication and eloquence, to which the latter trait he shares with Xiang Zu, despite his childlike outbursts of rage.
He may not be the most elementally powerful sibling, but he is The Best with knowledge about other magics like spells and potions.
He does perform the stereotype of âdragons are beasts of greedâ exceptionally well, which, I can admit, is pretty hot, being a monster lover myself
Something Iâve noticed with his face is that he lacks lips, which are replaced with external tooth-like structures. This actually forces the creators to make him expressive through other means, like his eyes. So, heâs expressive, and he fits the draconic poem I read in a book somewhere âBeware the glint in a dragonsâ eye/ It is cold as ice to the liar/ It is sharp as a knife to the knave/ It is hard as iron to the greedy/ It is a burning flame to the brave.â
âThe Beauty of Wrathâ
âLord High Lord of Fire,â or âLord High Lord of The Thermalâ
Sparky
Tchang Zuâs kingdom was probably located on the western coast of the USA
Would request for extravagant buildings and structures, as well as being a big fan of theatre (Beowulf, anyone?)
I can imagine him having a deep, boisterous laugh that is an award to trigger
Probably the best war strategist, everyone would hate playing Axis and Allies with him (Heâd either play Russia for the size, or Germany because, well, you know)
(Iâm just repeating what Iâve already stated, but whatever.) Similar to Tso Lan, Tchang Zu is careful with his words. However, what the latter does is speak only when he deems it appropriate, and sometimes with eloquence. When he does share his thoughts, it is in an assertive tone, making everyone stop and listen.
Tchang Zu is rarely ever caught off guard and surely plants himself where he stands, literally and figuratively. Despite his assertiveness, he does not come off as one of the most âauthoritativeâ figures of the family. Instead, heâs more of an overseer and commander, making sure everything is falling in line under his, and his siblingsâ, iron-fist.
He is one of the few that would take the initiative when confronting a problem, which must be pretty terrifying for the opposition, seeing as how intimidating he is. Oof. Although he is on the shorter side, it does not bother him, for he knows his power is just as great as his siblingsâ.
Unlike his siblings, he wouldnât be one of the âcraftyâ folk. What I mean is he isnât a trickstery cuck like Hsi Wu and Shendu, but actually follows demon code and honor. I mean, not that âdemon honorâ is anything greater or equal to âhuman honor,â but the point still stands. What is âDemon Code and Honorâ you ask? I dunno, watch Jackie Chan Adventures and observe demon culture yourself.
His demeanor may be slow and steady, but when he fights and flashes lightning, so much power and energy erupts from within. Majestic
Knows how to use semicolons properly
âThe Beauty of Imperialityâ
âLord High Lord of Thunder,â or âLord High Lord of Electricityâ
Dai Guinguini
Dai Guiâs Kingdom was probably located on the western coast of Europe, maybe more specifically Spain
Letâs take that âhates pretty thingsâ even further beyond. The words âdelicate and innocentâ usually come to mind when the words âprettyâ and âflowerâ are shown. So, I headcanon he hates weak and fragile looking things, as well as cute. The more petite and dainty something looks, the more of an urge to destroy rises up
Probably needs to hold down a vomit when seeing romance in any medium (lava vomit?)
Also probably iffy on crystals and gems. Like, they are shiny and pretty and are sometimes delicate, but man, the massive structures these things can form into is crazy.
Dai Gui reminds me of the colossi in Shadow of the Colossus when viewed just wandering around. We know he acts like a brute and hates petite things, and is quite aggressive when he fights, but thereâs something about him that makes me think of some majestic creature that likes to walk around all alone in a wide open space. There is some beauty to his âmonstrosityâ and I feel like thatâs overlooked by him always being described as, well, a brute.Â
Although not as intense as Shenduâs, rage can also be a common sight with Dai Gui, but itâs mostly from his non preferred environments. Also, similar to Tchang Zu, Dai Gui appreciates his structural surroundings, but has a more keen interest in its earthly variety. Mountains, canyons, plains, plateaus, mesas, volcanos, deserts, etc. would be his ideal territory. Like I have mentioned before, I feel like heâd often roam around his landscape, constantly fixing and changing anything he desired.Â
Even though he doesnât like flowers and such, I do not think he hates nature in general. Maybe most of it, but not all. He may like huge ass trees for their size and might, grasslands (like savannas) because, although grass is all over, it still gives a vast emptiness of calmness, which deserts give a vast emptiness of despair.
Quick note, Iâm not saying heâs artistic and elegant. What I am saying he isnât just a dumb idiot caveman that just lusts for destruction, but rather actually has a hobby of shaping the earth. Yes, he might find the terrestrial variety of the earth interesting, but he isnât all, like, âHmm yes, insert fancy art words here;â heâs more like âHm yes, me like; I shall do more over thereâ and then just⊠does it without any pre planning or anything.
Not only does he like creating earthly structures, but also destroying them. Have you ever built something so cool (or have just seen something so cool) with Legos or whatever, and for some reason want to destroy it just because âha ha destruction funâ? Yeah, thatâs him sometimes.
Iâd also like to add he likes bugs. Not only eating them, but also admiring their earth shaping tendencies. Their structures wonât stop him from eating them all, but he does like to see what they make before the big snack
I bet he likes to sunbathe sometimes. Mmmmm, warm rocks always feel good. Cool rocks, too! (This also made me think of belly rubs⊠hmm)
âThe Beauty of Incessanceâ
âLord High Lord of Earth,â or âLord High Lord of Formationâ
Mount Vesuvius
Po Kongâs kingdom was probably located in Japan, and/or Japan itself
Most likely the one to zone out on meetings with just thoughts on food (ADD maybe?)
Although sheâd eat anything, Po Kong probably appreciates and remembers excellent meals. In addition, she probably could describe in detail of various tastes
Or, alternatively, since she eats so much all the food just blends together
Apparently, humans taste like chicken. So maybe, genetically create giant ass chickens, like in Skyrim, and feed her that if humans become scarce and/or too small for satisfaction
Probably the most difficult demon to satisfy, but not just because of hefty demands, but because she is practically the personification of gluttony. Like, Iâm sure she can and will eat anything she wants, even inorganic things. She likes it? Nom. She hates it? Nom. She will never be fulfilled until she has consumed all⊠or until she explodes or whatever. Iâm being dramatic.Â
Luckily, she is not picky. Unluckily, she is also picky. I guess it just depends on her hunger mood. One day, she may want just a bunch of salty snacks, likes chips and fries, and on another day she may want a giant bundt cake filled with gooey human flesh and blood.Â
Legit though, her kingdom/empire would be the number one food place in the entire world, with having the largest kitchen and all the best cooks (ha ha, like a collection. You could say she would have Too Many Cooks, but âtoo manyâ doesnât exist in Po Kong World!). She would have food critics to make sure the meals she really wants to enjoy taste wonderful. Dude, like, imagine Gordon Ramsay and Guy Fieri at her command. Sheâd laugh her ass off with Ramsay yelling at people and Fieri with all of his antics; theyâd be her favorite little humans. Funny, theyâd both still be practically doing the job they do now, just being ordered around by a tyrannical demon who also likes food.
Has no interest in video games and picture shows, but does have the interest in the unique food that appears in them and of course demands them to be made for her.
To get on her âgood sideâ is to be absolutely loyal to her and her eating habits. Ya gotta make the best meals, serve them in delightful ways (she actually doesnât care about any fancy stuff, but appreciates the effort if done right).
I bet she likes getting spoiled. I mean, yeah, all the demons would want gifts rained down upon them, but they wouldnât express as much glee as Po Kong would. Sheâd probably sound condescending half the time, but hey, at least sheâs happy and smiles. Gotta give her big gifts though. Go big or go home, folks.
Just like us folk, she prefers Maximum Comfort when eating. That means sitting in her favorite chair, eating from her favorite dish, and watching her favorite entertainment pieces.
Ya into vore? Sheâs your woman *finger guns*
âThe Beauty of Indulgenceâ
âLord High Lady of the Mountains,â or âLord High Lady of Beastsâ
What do you call a fish without eyes? A Fsh
Bai Tzaâs kingdom is factually Atlantis, but in the JCA universe, Atlantis might be close to the southern coast of Europe in the Mediterranean Sea
Sheâd be the one initially planning family get-togethers Â
Do I dare say I could imagine her being a dominatrix? Yeah sure
Similar to Tso Lan, she has/had an isolated kingdom away from humanity, but unlike her brother she most likely had subjects, which lived coastal in southern and south-east Europe, Northern Africa, and the Middle-East. Every civilization took a part in building her castle and its decor, but soon after it was complete, she sank it to the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea, never to be gazed upon with mortal eyes ever again.
Although she can survive in either, Bai Tza prefers warm and salty waters over cool and fresh waters.Â
Because of her unique bond with water, which literally has her able to morph to and fro between a liquid and solid state, she probably traveled and oversought numerous locations around the world, with any place being close to warm and salty seas. Did she hold dominion over them? Maybe, seeing as how just the Mediterranean Sea and most of its surrounding land is quite small for a kingdom when compared to her siblingsâ territories.Â
Bai Tza may not be one of the most powerful siblings, but she is the most feared. Sheâs able to restrain herself when angry, she thinks outside the box when confronting obstacles, and her dynamism makes her tricky to confront. She is straightforward, blunt, and has a wicked and sharp tongue. Like stated before, she is one of the more outspoken relatives, being very dominant in every activity she takes part in. Wouldnât surprise me if she was a control freak. However, enjoying her power so much leads her to be arrogant, making her hubris the number one weakness.
Bai Tza is probably the most cruel because she actively thinks about the damage she can cause instead of just doing it. Despite her cruelty, she isnât heartless; she may in fact be the one that cares about her family the most, with having the most hatred for Shendu because of his betrayal to said family. On a side note with Drago, she probably rejects him mostly for his differences than his relation with Shendu, but of course the latter still counts. So, welcoming those into her tight personal circle would be a âno.âÂ
Despite her evilness, she can and will compliment things that amuse her, and being super protective of them like personal property.
Would drown ships with anti-demon supporting humans on them, as well as anyone who enters her territory without permission. Probably could be convinced with gifts, but they better be good.Â
Theoretically could forgive past mistakes, but they must be made up with something equal or greater amount to said mistake.Â
Likes to wear jewelry, especially gold.
âThe Beauty of Absolutionâ
âLord High Lady of Water,â or âLord High Lady of the Abyssâ
Froggy
Xiao Fungâs kingdom was probably located in Latin America
One of the smarter siblings, Xiao Fung prefers to discuss and debate over physically fighting. Not sure why, but maybe because he doesnât view physical fighting as something âhigh upsâ do; all of the dirty work is for the peasants beneath them. However, if forced and there being no other way, he would partake.
Knows the art of conversation quite well and usually dishes out the best conversations. He may not be eloquent like Tchang Zu, or very particular with his words like Tso Lan, but damn can he keep a conversation going if need be. It wouldnât surprise me if heâd yak with others if heâs bored. Maybe try talking some existential stuff with him; thatâd be neat. Or keep asking âwhyâ like an annoying child, and heâd probably be tricked into answering each one, with getting annoyed more and more the longer it all goes on.
Despite his laziness, he still would do activities that require his assistance, as long as itâs something only he can do. If there is someone else available, heâll leave it to them.
Xiao Fung is probably one of the more âapproachableâ demons, being how he doesnât immediately give off âfear and respect me or dieâ vibes. Heâs still intimidating, but to those with any amount of courage could muster up to confront him. Ya know, if it isnât anything personal to him, then in that case youâd be the one telling everyone how terrifying he is, also, ya know, if he lets you go back to your village.Â
It wouldnât surprise me if he had decision making issues when it comes to something he likes vs something useful/ârightâÂ
If a human went up to him and made a deal, he most likely would take it as long as he gets something in return that he wants, as well as the odds being in his favor.Â
Human antics are strange and insignificant, but they are still intriguing to him and would converse about it. Just donât think youâd make him change his opinion on us; that wonât happen, fo sho.Â
The most forgiving and patient of the family, although it may not be by much. It most likely stems from his diplomatic character, being willing to discuss situations, even thoughts he leans more against. Itâs really the subjects she is 100% not on board with he will not discuss, but something around 70%-60% heâd be more willing to listen to. Whether he actually agrees with you and is not just listening for amusement is another story.Â
Really enjoys music, favoring well put together orchestral.
Could hold some serious long notes, and probably sing in all sorts of keys (Dude. Singing bass)
Dude probably loves board games like chess.
Tchang Zu and him probably get along well because of shared interests in theatre and strategy games.
Would be the one to bring up topics to get everyone arguing if things got boring, like politics. In addition, he would also bring up playing the âFriendship Enderâ games we all know and love, like Uno and Monopoly.
While Hsi Wu carries the âshit eating smile,â Xiao Fung has the âsmug catâ face.
âThe Beauty of Disruptionâ
âLord High Lord of Wind,â or âLord High Lord of Currentsâ
Bonus Factoids Upon my Research
Theoretically, because it is stated that the Twelves Talismans are physical manifestations/vessels of Shenduâs powers, the other eight sorcerers (this includes Drago) could have their own Twelves Talismans
Apparently, killing/destroying a demon causes the disruption of balance within the universe, causing a âstronger evilâ to manifest and fill that âwound.â So, again, theoretically, could a âstronger goodâ happen as well if a situation summons/calls for it??
Sadly, according to Shendu, the all chi-absorption thing Drago did at the end of Season 5 is irreversible. So, canonically, Drago is technically forever stuck as a Cthulhu abomination. I am forever sad. Like, yeah Iâm a terato lover, but I really prefer Drago as normal :â( However, Shendu answered to a human using a man-made chi spell. What if the actual Demon Sorcerers did a chi spell, to which apparently is conductible without external means? Could they be powerful enough to reverse it if all of them worked together???
[Chinese and English Name/Japanese Name- Chinese Translation/Japanese Translation]
Hsi Wu/Tokage- Evil Lizard/Small Lizard
Tso Lan/Kyuketsuki- Flood maker/ Vampire
Shendu/Kiryu- God of All (oof)/Spirit Dragon
Tchang Zu/Oni- Soldier of Madness/Ogre
Dai Gui/Shishi- Great Ogre/Stone Lion
Po Kong/Daikaiju- Feared Cliff/Giant Monster
Bai Tza/Nisei- Force of Defeat/Second Generation
Xiao Fung/Keroro- Little Wind/Frog
Early Christmas gift to yâall :V
God I hope this is good enough. Iâve been spending all my free time working on these guys just to get the original ask done. Donât get me wrong, I did like doing this and forming at least some kind of unique character with each, but I am so exhausted from how long Iâve been working on it. Itâs mainly my fault for being such a try hard, so donât blame yourself, Anon who asked for this; you all good, bruv.
#jackie chan adventures#jca#eight demon sorcerers#demons#hsi wu#tso lan#shendu#tchang zu#dai gui#po kong#bai tza#xiao fung#canon#headcanons#oh my god this was a lot of work#and dedication
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â A+ fics (imho) | All of the recs
High School AUs
High Scores by popfly â
Kaner is a DDR master, Jonny is ultra-competitive. Bollig just wants to make out with Shawzy.
Dynamical Systems by jezziejay â - math geek patrick! jock jonny!
Jonnyâs plenty smart, but thereâs hockey practice just before a double math period every Tuesday and Wednesday morning. He gets to class on time. Physically, heâs there. But his mind is still on the ice. Throw in a kidney infection that keeps him home for two weeks, and Jonnyâs struggling. Not failing, but that C is dragging his GPA down, and his mom is making clucking noises. The same noises that mean hockey time is coming up for review.
Thereâs a note on the student boards advertising tutoring.
promise i'm worthy (to hold in your arms) [One and Only series] - teenage angst and american douchebags ft. ryan kesler
"So come on and give me a chance to prove I am the one who can walk that mile."
love is a contact sport by hazel, mermaid â - high school soulmates!
"And the tragic reality of Patrick's life is that even though they broke up over a year ago, he and Johnny still play beautiful hockey together."
A high school AU, featuring dream-fish, bad movie dates, and a little bit of magic.
Movie Nights or Five Times Jonny Wanted Popcorn (and One Time He Didnât) by CoffeeKristin
Patrick had only been working at the movie theater a few weeks when a noisy bunch of boys from his high school burst through the doors just before the last showing of Captain America: Civil War and come tumbling into the lobby, whooping it up. He sighed and put down the containers of popcorn he was counting, mentally preparing himself for the asshattery he was likely to endure.
âWhat can I get you?â he asked the crowd, and true to form, no one was listening so he waited another moment. Finally one of the boys got pushed to the front, stumbling into the counter. âFuck, Duncs, not so hard,â he said, and oh. That was Jonathan Toews: Captain of the high school soccer team, president of the student council, son of the mayor. Basically, everything Patrick wasnât.
do it how you want it done â
(very vaguely) grease-inspired high school au.
yeah, i went there.
kissing your honeyed eyes by forochel
The one that's the British boarding school AU.
This Is What A Love Song Sounds Like by fourfreedoms â - reunion fic but god the flashbacks! the angst!
When he came out after his freshman year of college his mother said sheâd always known, and heâd had to fight down the bizarre wave of paranoia that maybe everybody knew, maybe theyâd all just been letting him sweat all those years. It was crazy of course, there was only one person whoâd known, who had any idea.Patrick Kane.
Ten years after they fucked around in high school, Patrick and Jonny meet back up at their high school reunion.
roll with it by hazel â
The one where a bunch of Blackhawks inexplicably go to boarding school, Tazer is the world's meanest DM, and Pat doesn't know why anyone would think cutting the head off a hydra was good idea.
Light Me Up by sahiya - where they both went to Shattuck!
Being serious about hockey always meant Patrick would have to leave home. For a long time he thought it would be for juniors and a billet family. But things don't go as planned, and he finds himself at Shattuck-St. Mary's.
His roommate's name is Jonathan Toews. He can't keep his water bottles on his side of the room, and he's unfortunately, stupidly hot. Because Patrick's life sucks.
boot theory by mentalistecbm - teen angst, break up
Everyone knows that they're broken up.
glory days by liketheroad â - soulmate, teen angst
He never expected his destiny to involve anything but hockey, never thought it would show up in flip flops, but when Patrick smiles at him across the locker room, quick and surprised, Johnny lets his priorities shift and change without a hint of reluctance or regret.
There's Only Blood Running In My Veins by mikarala - pwp
Patrick and Jonny are making out in Patrickâs bedroom when Jonny says it. âI--I,â he stutters out, in between a moan, âI want you to fuck me.â
Gold Seeking Ends by liveinfury - Flipped AU
âWanna go on the tire swing with me after?â Jonny asks.
âNo,â Patrick answers.
âOh,â Jonny says, looking deflated. âWhat about the jungle gym?â
âNope."
âUm, okay,â Jonny says, shrugging before walking away.Sam giggles some more. âI canât believe Jonny, the dirt eater, likes you.âPatrick smirks at him. âEveryone likes me.â
(or Patrick and Jonny meet in the second grade. Jonny's instantly smitten, Patrick is...not. Ten years later, things start flipping.)
Keep Calm and Don't Think of Star Wars podfic by exmanhater â - A Clueless AU
After I once again assure Abby that Johnny and I are not, NOT related (by googling the difference between half-brother and stepbrother because jesus fucking christ am I am the only knowledgeable one around here?), she agrees to help.
but i can write a songÂ
âWeâre not going to be called Jonny and the Patricks,â Jonny says, sounding entirely too put upon  about a name thatâs clearly awesome.
[or; the high school band au you probably didn't ask for]
lost in brightness - pat, jon and a crowded train
âYouâre gonna get caught one day,â Jonny sighs, herding Pat in front of him as they squeeze onto  the train, the crowd thicker than usual. Itâs been raining on and off, fall well and truly taking the city in  its grasp. Jonnyâs already looking forward to meeting Pat by his house every morning, red-cheeked  and rugged up, his face barely visible between his toque and scarf.
you're mending what's broken - a stats nerd Patrick story
The guy who sits behind Jonny in AP Stats wants to know how  many shots on goal he had last Tuesday. Or at least, that's how it starts.
A high school AU featuring stats nerd Kaner and his Tragic Hockey  Backstory (TM), without much time or inclination toward actual tragedy. Instead there is  discussion of Corsi. And kissing.
Examine Other Beauties by kiwoa - theater kids!
"I," Jonny says, and he slips his headset up from around his neck to nestle over his ears, "am not an actor."
"Good thing I don't need you to act."
"No."
"Jonny."
"Patrick."
"Please?" Kaner cants forward and tilts his face up to blink at Jonny. In the fluttering light that filters in from the stage, his eyes look unnaturally pale. "Just read the lines, okay? I want to see how well I've memorized them."
Jonny scrubs a hand over his face. The motion knocks his mike askew. "One scene."
A/S/LÂ â - 90s teenaged kids meeting on webcam omg
The internet is a dangerous place, or:
Patrick and Jonny meet, lie through their teeth, and fall in love. Mostly that last part.
Actual Prom King Brandon Saad by popfly â
Patrick might be a little jealous of the new kid.
Sure Brandon is basically the prom king from every feel-good teenage movie Patrickâs sisters have made him watch, but that doesnât mean Jonny wants that.
Sign it with your heart by tictactoews + podfic by exmanhater â
Patrick loses a bet and is dared to plant an anonymous love letter into a random locker. It just so happens that the locker belongs to one Jonathan Toews, captain of the school hockey team.Meanwhile, Jonny finds himself in need of a math tutor, and following the advice of his teacher, he asks the new kid, Patrick Kane, for help.
a complicated kindness by liketheroad - young and figuring out d/s â
Patrick still remembers how scared Sharpy looked, just for a second there. He remembers not understanding why anyone would back away from Johnny when he was like that, why they wouldnât want to strain closer, pushing to see how much further heâd go.
What Comes Easy by impertinence - summer camp of angst
Kaner's determined to never grow up; Tazer's determined to grow up as quickly as possible. Over eleven years of summer camp, they learn to meet in the middle. Set in stlkrchk's Camp Quaquanantuck universe.
mathletes are totally athletes by ukiyo91, yukonecho
Mathlete Patrick Kane never thought that when he was assigned to tutor hockey jock Jonathan Toews that he would be swept up into a new sport...or into Captain Serious.
Toews was like the guild leader Patrick had always aspired to be in WoW, but more of an asshole.
i'll be the embrace that keeps you warm by longtime_lurker - huddling for warmth
It is like death, but it is not death; lovelier. / Cold, inconvenienced, late, what will you do now / with the gift of your left life?
Clumsy by CoffeeKristin - a short first kiss fic uwu
âKnock it off,â she hissed at him. âHeâs looking at you!â
âWho?â Patrick said, his head swiveling around, resulting in Erica smacking him again. âHey! Quit hitting me!â
âThen quit being an idiot,â she huffed. âJonny Toews, you dunce. Heâs looking over here, and youâre biting on the string of your hoodie like a moron.â
look around once in a while by achilleees
One manâs struggle to take it easy.
Based off of âFerris Buellerâs Day Off,â but instead of girlfriends and daddy issues, thereâs hockey and pining. And daddy issues.
Summer Lovin' by CoffeeKristin - est. relationship insecurities
Patrick's home from summer camp, and Jonny's first on his list of to-do's. Somehow a little actual angst/plot worked it's way in. But mostly it's just porn.
Ninety-Nine Point Three Percent by jimtiberiuskirk - best friends mutually pining
The problem is, is that Patrick is 99.3% sure that Jonny knows all about his giant, embarrassing man-crush on him.
bring it if you really want it by staraflur - harry potter AU
It starts like this:
Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:
America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesnât have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. Thereâs no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800âs, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably canât control your powers, sport.
(if you're feeling down) i can feel you up by hawkeytime
"Hey," Patrick said appreciatively from behind where Jonny stood, stoic as always, by the side of the pool. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a sweet ass.âOr: How Patrick Kane spent his summer hitting on the hot lifeguard with the help of some inspired (read: awful) pickup lines.
kiss and tell by hawkeytimeÂ
âTrust me,â Sharpy says, âthis will be good for you.âAnd then, he shoves Jonny into what appears to be a mostly empty coat closet and slams the door shut behind him.
âWhat the fuck, Sharp!â Jonny calls, pounding at the door which is, of course, locked.
âEnjoy your seven minutes in heaven, Tazer,â Sharpy singsongs.Then, the bare bulb mounted on the ceiling flares to life, illuminating one Patrick Kane.
Fuck.
i know you are (but what am i) by booktubelover7 - always a girl!pat
Pat throws up her arms in celebration after Toews makes a beautiful goal off of Patâs assist. She crows in celebration as Toews slams into her, shouting in her ear.
Patâs playing, sheâs playing, sheâs playing. Not just that, but sheâs winning too.When her line gets back to the bench, Pat leans over to speak into Toewsâ ear. âThank you,â she says. Her teammate just turns his head to look at her, a grin spreading across his face.
Love or Torture - a/b/o
Patrick Kane is too short, too Omega, and his heat too delayed for him to play hockey. Jonathan Toews has a plan to bring glory to both of them.
keep buying the stars by medusacascade22- teacher!JonnyÂ
âFuck,â Jonny groans. He props his elbows up on his desk and lets his head fall into his hands. Itâs going to be a long fucking year.
(or, in which Jonathan Toews is Patrick Kane's teacher, and shit gets real.)
College/Uni AUs
cello suite no. 1 - THIS IS ONE IS A CLASSIC đ
The first time Jonathan meets Patrick Kane is because he hits him with a lacrosse ball.
In Jonathan's defense, he threw a perfect pass to Seabs, who failed to just reach the one or two feet above his head to catch it.
"Oh shit," Jonathan says when he watched the ball arc across the lawn and whack a blond kid squarely between his shoulder blades.
"Heads up!" he calls belatedly.
this is how we do it series by staraflur â - frat bros AU!!!
He doesnât think Zeus is supposed to have a sword, but their Zeus does. So now Jonny does, because of course heâs in charge. He looks, Patrick is drunk enough to acknowledge, far better than anyone has a right to in a grody old Halloween costume thatâs probably soaked up the butt sweat of dozens, if not hundreds, of Theta-presidents past. Jonny wears it, Patrick gets the sword. Win-win.
AKA that time there was a frat AU (of course).
This Heart Is Not For Wasting by fourfreedoms - oblivious best friends
Patrick puts his head in his hands. âHow could this get any worse?â
âWait, itâs not like, a big deal is it?â Duncs asks, looking at him and Jonny in turn. âThe way you and Jonny are weird about each other? Sheâs gotta have made her peace with it ages ago.â
A college AU.
love song for love songs by boodreaus â - angst, internalized homophobia
âRight,â Jonny says. âCool.â He seems to hesitate, pausing when Patrick goes for the door handle, and then, right as Patrickâs bracing himself to run for the house, Jonny says, âYou should come.â
Patrick turns back at him and is handed a piece of paper. âTo our next show, I mean,â Jonny is saying as Patrick examines what turns out to be a flyer, thick black lettering taking up every square inch of space on the brilliant sunshine-colored surface. âItâs tomorrow night, at the showcase. Feel free to say yes or no or whatever. If you donât know, itâs cool.â
âIâll,â Patrick starts, and then stops, blinking up at him. Jonnyâs just watching him, kind of, elbow resting on the steering wheel. âMaybe,â he finally says, and Jonny smiles.
yet we will make him run - some more angst, except more erudite
Kaner the English Lit major AU.
Sigma Chi series by hatrickane - frat bros hook up and then angst about it
Jonny and Patrick run into each other at a frat party. Patrick proposes a way to pass the time.
Can't Wait by LouLa - first time pwp
Pat's on a hair trigger.
when you flex like that - hookup in a frat party
Johnny isnât drunk, but he does let Sharpy and a couple of frat-looking guys he doesnât even know talk him into a contest of shots. Itâs Sharpyâs fault â he appeals to the competitive side he knows Johnny canât let go of at the best of times, and one of the guys, blonde curls, a lazy smirk of a grin, picks up on it pretty fast too.
Hope you don't mind by haroldslouis
âOh, sorry, man,â the guy says, giving him a quick grin. âThought you were someone else.â He taps the visor of Patrickâs snapback and just like that, he turns around and disappears into the crowd.Patrick doesnât know how long he stands there, just looking at the general direction he disappeared in.
or, 5 times Jonny mistook Patrick for someone else + 1 time he definitely didn't
Room 4 Rent
Patrick stares at the ad for a while, clicking back and forth between the Craigslist page and his  fantasy hockey league, chewing on his bottom lip.
3 bedroom apartment near Loyola. One room available, others occupied by two male students. Â Shared living room and kitchen. Two bathrooms. Rent split three ways. Email [email protected] Â or call 773-639-7812 for more info. No texts please.
are you buying what i'm selling? - frat party buddies
The Sigma Chi Halloween Bash is in a week, Jonnyâs holding two tickets, and he has nobody to go with.
He had a somebody to go with, until that somebody decided Jonnyâs student athlete life wasnât worth  hanging around for. Their relationship was already tanking anyway; Jonnyâs more upset about  potentially wasting a $40 ticket than that shit ending. Whatever.
Just A Spark by heartstrings  â - magical realism!
In a desperate attempt to hide his feelings from the object of his affections, Patrick accidentally drinks a love potion that causes the people around him to fall for him. Too bad it seems to work on everyone but Jonny.
do you know who you are? by liveinfury - frat bros
âSure, Cap. Iâll try to keep it quiet.â Patrick winks at Jonny. âBut be honest, you like the noises I make, huh?â
âWhat? Of course not!" Jonny sputters. "Iâm not gay!â
(or where Jonny can't figure out why he feels so uneasy when Patrick brings guys home to their frat house).
The Great Desk Assembly Project - they were roommates
âIâm going to nail some shit,â he says. âJonny, come watch me nail some shit.â
âWe share a room, I donât need to watch you nail anything else.â
âThatâs not what you were saying last night,â Pat says with a laugh in his voice. He reaches back  behind him and punches Jonny in the shoulder for good measure.
No, It's Not A Secret by SimoneClouseau â - always a girl JonnyÂ
Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend. No way, no way. I think you need a new one.
Jehanne Toews is dating a loser. Sometimes it takes a ridiculous awesome young star on the Blackhawks to see the light.
good form - always a girl Pat! âÂ
âBest head of your life?â
âYes, he was better than you, you competitive motherfucker.â Hayds says it like itâs a joke, like itâs funny, like itâs not the single most devastating thing a girl could say to Pat.
âA hockey bro gave you the best head of your goddamn life? Am I in the fucking Upside Down?â
âBelieve it, baby. Jonathan Toews: hockey bro and magical pussy-eating wizard.â
forever i'll try for you and i by staraflur - always girls Jon and Pat!
Itâs extra greatâwhenever Joâs losing, she always makes like their running point tally competition isnât real. Tonightâs true to form: when Trish holds up three fingers and points at herself, then two before pointing at Jo, Jo actually scoffs as she pokes at a couple chicken breasts with the tongs, trying to find the best one.
remedial at love - jonny âi'm great at math but the math tutor's really hot so i'm gonna pretend i'm not' toews
There have been a lot of things Kanerâs done that could be considered suspect. He chose the  Backstreet Boys over Nsync for the Kane Dance-Off Championship when he was 15. He opted to go  to Disneyland instead of Disney World for his high school graduation present. He frosted his tips after  coming out in 12th grade because he thought that was like, the obvious thing to do until he realized  this was not, in actuality, the 90s.
But this one. Calling up âJtoewsâ and requesting tutelage in math when he was a fucking wiz at math  was -- the most highly suspect of all.
Drink yourself under, fuck yourself over by Mythisea
Jonathan Toews is the sophomore captain of the college hockey team. Patrick Kane recently quit hockey before coming to college.
Jonny thinks Patrick would be perfect on his wing. Patrick would rather be drinking. Jonny does not approve.
Make The Moves Up As I Go by agirlnamedfia - tutor!Jonny with a dash of angst and pining
Patrick has his first Econ 202 class on the second day of the spring semester. It doesnât exactly go well.
how to make boys-next-door out of assholes series by bessyboo, thisissirius - textfic
Yo man, Sharpy's having a party tonight. You up for it or you gonna be a boring shit and study???
it's only you and me by crystaljules - graduation blues
"We're so fucking stupid."
Overdosed on Confidence by runphoebe â - fwb, internalized homophobia
âSomeone could -,â Jonny starts, breaking off when Patrick ducks down to draw Jonnyâs lips against his, kissing him fever-hot and wet and desperate. Jonnyâd be embarrassed by how hungrily he responds, but he knows Patâs into it, moaning unashamedly into Jonnyâs mouth when he tightens a hand around Patâs neck. âSomeone could see,â he finally gets out, voice rough, when Patrick pulls back, as if Patrickâs supposed to believe that thatâs any sort of protest.
Patrick licks his lips, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of them in that familiar way like when Patrick's got a particularly bad idea on his mind. âGuess you better be quick then, huh?â he says cryptically, waggling his eyebrows at Jonny. Jonnyâs a second away from rolling his eyes and asking what he means when Patrick slithers off Jonnyâs lap and onto his knees on the floor beneath Jonnyâs table and - oh. Oh.
Silence Gives You Space by liveinfury - pining, misunderstandings
âHave you been avoiding me?â
ââCourse not,â Patrick says. âIâm just letting you do your own thing.â
âMy own thing?â
âYeah, didnât want to crowd your space,â Patrick blurts out. Fuck, he didnât mean to actually say that.âYouâre notâŠâ
âCool.â
tuck you in - getting together
âYou sexiled again?" He smirks and stuffs down the fondness that rolls  through him at theway Jonnyâs hair is rumpled and a little bit wavy.
Jonny sits up slowly, groaning. âYeah. Fuck, this is the third time in a week  and a half.â
obvious from the start - radio DJs Pat and Jon!
Itâs not like Patrick even likes radio, because he hasnât really listened to  anything thatâs not on his iPod or his Pandora stations in years, but when he notices the red and  white flyer advertising the student radio station on the ground, he picks it up with the  excuse that heâs trying to be environmentally friendly.When he played hockey they told Patrick that he was too small, too short to  be a hockeyplayer; that heâd never make it because of his size. Hockey is, was, his heart  and soul, and heâd put years and years of his life into the one thing he knew he was good  at; threw his very being into the best he could be to prove that he can do it, be the best,  even if he was small.
Patrick supposes maybe he'll find something else that heâs just as good at.
stupid college boys series by 19trash88 - Jonny is the cute guy from Econ class
Patrickâs not one to wax poetic about a penis, but if ever there was a reason to, Jonathan Toewsâ cock would be at the top of the list.
Green Light by heartstrings - friends to lovers
Patrick knows two things: he likes sex and he likes Jonny. If Jonny's newly single there's no reason not to combine the two. Right?
Everybody Wants to Touch Some(body Paragraphs) by Kerfluffle â
Wherein Jonny writes the worst essay ever, and weirdness abounds.
Motivation by somethingnerdythiswaycomes â - pwp
Only Jonny could keep working on his LIT-110 paper while Patrick was getting himself off next to him. Fuck, but Patrick loved him so much.
Muse series by by somethingnerdythiswaycomes
So Jonny had applied for every damn job he was qualified for, even the "life model" one TJ goaded him into.So Jonny had received an email the next day asking for his availability to come in for a session.So, as it turned out, it wasnât some random chick that was going to draw him. It was some random dude.
So "life model" apparently meant "nude model."
You Love Me, I Love You Harder So by leyley09 - overly competitive boys on the hockey team
Patrick circles around him at center ice. âJonathan, my team is going to kick your teamâs ass so hard your parents will be embarrassed without even knowing why.ââIâm gonna give you a lesson in goal scoring youâll never forget.ââToews, you couldnât give me a lesson in long distance spitting. Anything you can do, I can do better.ââOh yeah?ââI can do anything better than you.â
Jonathan Toews is used to be being the best. He has zero clue what to do with competition.
Especially when the competition is cute.
middle ground by boodreaus - college road trip, friends to lovers
Jonny, Patrick, and an excellent adventure.
Who Knew by themistrollsin
Jonathan and Patrick meet after they're forced to go to a party by their best friends (Adam and Brent respectively).
Night Moves by heartstrings - meetcute
After a series of unfortunate drunk events that lead him from falling into a snowbank to being laughed at by the police, Jonny meets Patrick in an elevator.
Ignite My Fire, Object Of My Desire by ThalassicThedes â- theater boys!!!
A good ol' fashioned College Au in which the college itself is hardly even mentioned. Just... make of this what you will.
absolute beginners by heartstrings, thundersquall
That time Jonny walked into a diner and accidentally got himself a temporary fake boyfriend.
Like A Classic - royalty!Jonny
So: due to a series of complicated and improbable events involving some sort of life debt and signed promise from two generations ago, it was decreed that Patrick had to marry the Crown Prince of Canada.
Captain Oblivious by wantstothrill - royalty!Pat
Why would Jonny care about the American royal family visiting his university? He's Canadian. He hasn't paid any attention to Prince Patrick since he was a teenager. He's more concerned with the very hot guy he's just run into, who's name also happens to be Patrick. What a coincidence.
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Walking Hand in Hand
Summary: Itâs been a long time coming, but when the moment is right you cannot help but say yes
Word Count: 2,120
Warnings: a whole lot of fluff and feels
Author Notes: This story, this part kind of was always a thing for me. I knew that I wanted to get them here. It niggled at me when I was writing the first part, I just needed to get them there the right way. I did entirely too much research on the fashion of this and yes, theyâre legit items I found. #thedevilsinthedetails
This was another one of those sit down and words just came type pieces. Another 2k in about two hours. Itâs crazy. I love this little âverse of mine so much. Itâs brought my muse back from her mini hibernation that hit prior to the holidays. I want to work on my own original piece, but she wants to play with Shawn. So, Iâm not going to tell her no. First part, second part, third part all linked up here.
There was an underlying purpose to this trip, aside from getting to spend time outside the bitter cold during the dead of winter in the sunshine of the west coast. It was the start of the season, and this was a big one, so finally you were going to be a part of the hoopla with him.
You werenât a secret â it never, ever was that from moment one with the two of you. You just made a conscious decision, that he completely supported you on, to not be in the spotlight like that. You would be there, for everything and anything he ever asked you to be present for, but there was never the need to be the draped accessory or be out wildly in front of the cameras on a red carpet. You also wanted it to remain about him, the music, his hard work. Not who he was sleeping with. He respected you, respected that decision. It also gave you a sense of security when you were first together, with your own non-industry professional goals and blossoming career, that you werenât âthat girlâ with Shawn Mendes. Â
But now, with how important this last album was, the scope of all the nominations, and with what you two were settling into, where it was all heading with your relationship, you made the decision. And this time, it was an easy one: it was a yes. His eyes went wide when you told him, his lips half quirked in smile before tackle hugging you.
Fast forward to the day before the awards, and youâre sitting cross-legged in just one of his sweaters and a pair of boy shorts on the floor of a lofty studio in West Hollywood.
âDo you need help back there?â you call, fighting back a laugh. âItâs a suit and youâre a boy, it should not take you that long to get ready.â
He sticks his head out from behind the shoji, shoulders still bare and blows a raspberry at you. You stick your tongue out at him in retaliation.
âUnless youâre planning on using it, I wouldnât do that,â he says with a shit-eating grin.
âEnough with you, get that suit on already,â a voice calls out from the opposite side of the room.
âNow youâre getting me in trouble,â he exaggeratedly pouts and flicks back behind the screen. âIâll remember this.â
You canât help but roll your eyes at him as the owner of that stern voice plops down on the floor next to you, patting your knee.
âIâm so glad we get to play together on this,â Tiff starts. âI know heâs trying to play it all cool but let me tell you heâs been buzzing a special way about this one. Had to be way more hands on to what he was wearing. Couldnât clash with what you were thinking. He kept telling me he had to look good for you and had to be the good arm candy for you tomorrow night.â
You canât help but flush. This man of yours.
âDonât worry,â she continues. âHe knows nothing. I just made sure you two would look good together for photos. He kept trying to press on a color, any type of details. I told him itâs a dress.â
You both giggle. The stylist kindly offered her help, the two of you back and forth over emails and late-night texts what you wanted, what you didnât, colors, whose style did you like. There was one designer that was a total pipe dream, you thought there was no way, but luckily one email and a lovely conference call later, dream became reality. You had one fitting while he was still away on the last show swing, a whirlwind day in the brightly lit townhouse you had only seen on Instagram. The rest would be handled here in LA with the team and with Tiff.
âYou know it was more because youâve been making your own name outside of his, yeah?â she explains. âBeing with this pain in the ass was just the added bonus. Plus, first carpet look? Thatâs a getter.â
âLadies, Iâm right here you know,â he calls out. âHey Tiff, can you helpâŠâ
She scurries to her feet and heads behind to him, âWait wait, please donât fuck anything up!â
âAm I seeing this today or waiting until tomorrow?â you ask, stretching your legs and wiggling your toes. A mani/pedi was on tap for later, prepping your feet for the destruction of the strappy heels awaiting you.
âAm I seeing yours today?â he replies in turn.
âNot the same. Other than less bed head, and probably more bling, youâre gonna look the same tomorrow. Me, I need all the glam help I can get. Pineapple hair and a couture gown do not go together, my darling,â you say.
He sticks a hand out from the shoji, flipping you off.
âRemind me why I agreed to do this?â you sigh, flopping back on the floor.
âCause you love me. Or at least I think you do,â he quips.
You hear him murmuring to Tiff. Heâs probably trying to get any final details out of her while making sure heâs got his look on lock.
Next thing you know, Tiff is back and pulling you up off the floor towards the other side of the studio, âYour turn!â
The gasp you let go when you see the final dress, itâs perfect. You canât wait.
You stay downtown that night, easier to get ready and even easier to get to the carpet. Itâs quiet, just the two of you. Room service and a fluffy bed.
âThank you,â he whispers into your temple you both settle into down into the duvet, his one arm coming around to hold you tighter to him, feeling his breath tickle your face. âI know I probably have said it before, but I want to say it again. Thank you, and I love you. More than I can even explain. Iâm so fucking happy youâre here and that I get to have you tomorrow for this.â
âNeed to be able to kiss my man when he wins his first Grammy,â you say softly before pressing your lips against his jaw. âItâs me and you versus the world, right? So, we may as well let the world really know that, yeah?â
He kisses you, slow and soft and deep, like itâs the only thing heâs ever wanted to do.
âOnly and always me and you versus the world, baby,â he murmurs against your lips.
Your suite is a buzz the next day, you are whisked away to the bedroom while Shawn is exiled to the sitting room for you both to start getting ready.
âLove you,â you mouth before the door shuts.
After a few hours of primping, curling, shuffling, squeezing, a few happy tears and a whole lot of singing along to your boyfriendâs album, which causes him to call through the door a few times making fun of you, youâre finally ready.
Tiff sneaks back into your room to help with the finishing touches on your dress.
âHeâs trying not to pace, but heâs antsy as anything. God help us on your wedding day,â she exhales, sliding the last eye hook closed on your dress.
You turn to look at her, jaw dropping slightly.
âShit, shit Iâm sorry. But like girl come on, you know thatâs where this is headed. Heâs talked about it too you know. Youâre endgame,â she says, squeezing your elbow. âThis dress is perfection. Heâs not going to know what hit him. Lemme go make sure heâs not wearing out the carpet.â
You take a deep breath, count to ten and put your hand on the door handle.
âYou ready out there?â you call out.
âFor like the last hour, baby,â he replies. âCome out, come out wherever you are!â
Sliding out from behind the door, your eyes lock. You always knew he was beautiful, unfairly gorgeous, but tonight is something else. Heâs in black, head to toe minus the hint of the deeper shimmering grey in his shirt and the silvery shine glimmering from around his neck. The jacket though is something else, a subtle black on black snakeskin pattern with a shawl collar. His hair, the perfect riotous mess of loops and swirls of his curls.
âSo, this is how my rockstar cleans up for the big night? Youâre so handsome, Shawn. This is such a look,â you say as you make your way to him, hands lightly sliding up then down the front of his jacket, before tangling your fingers with his. Heâs just looking at you, blinking, not saying anything, his thumbs a soothing rhythm over the tops of your hands. Then he takes a step back, still leaving your hands tangled.
âI am the luckiest. You look, like youâre always pretty and gorgeous and lovely. You know I think that. But youâre just, youâre this. God, I donât even think I can figure out the right words,â he babbles, holding you at armâs length to take you in. âThis dress, you. Youâre a fucking vision. Itâs so perfectly you.â
âCause itâs a custom Siriano,â you hear Tiff chime in. Itâs everything you ever wished for in a dress. You knew your first time out on a carpet, the last thing you wanted was splashes of color or massive attention, but you still wanted to look good next to Shawn. Black and gunmetal grey interwoven, with the scalloped beading on the skirt and a swath of black chiffon to soften the top. Not too form fitting, not too much cleavage but enough to make you look feminine, feel sexy. Enough to be worthy of the man standing in front of you.
His eyes widen and you nod bashfully.
âTiffâs work, all her help. I was happy with whatever and off a rack at that, but she asked for a wish list. She went right for the top,â you explain. âI still canât believe it.â
âWeâre sending him a case of champagne tomorrow,â he says to Tiff. âNow, can just I have a moment with my girl before the world takes us?â
Everyone scurries around the room and Shawn pulls you into the bedroom, door shutting with a click.
âIâm glad you donât have sticky lipstick on yet to fuck up,â he mutters before slinging his arm around your waist and pulls you in for a bruising kiss.
âI guess you hate it, then?â you laugh, kissing him briefly and softly again.
âOk, one more then we need to stop or weâre going to have some problems. Well, no Iâll have some problems. Plus, the girls will want to powder the two of us to death before we go and gloss you out most likely. Which we should get moving anyway. Sooner weâre there, less hoopla to navigate around on the carpet,â he says, opening the door to pull you both back out into the main room.
Heâs right. Thereâs more powder, some tugging and straightening, more scent sprayed about and a swipe of lipstick for you before you are shuffling downstairs to the waiting car. Staying close to the venue, the ride isnât long despite the lineup of cars ahead of you. Your nerves start to kick in a little, worrying at the seam of your bag with your index finger.
âBreathe for me baby,â he says, snagging your hand to intertwine with his. âPromise you, it wonât be that bad. First one is always a bit of a shock to the system, but itâs nothing more than a fancy little walk is all. âCept this time, I get to be hand in hand with my favorite person.â
You look over, his smile easing some of the tension sitting in your chest.
âShawn, what ifâŠâ you begin.
âNope, thereâs none of that. Not ever and especially not tonight. Not when you and I look like a fucking power couple,â he drops a kiss to your knuckles. âThis is just a fancier date night, just happens to be a couple hundred more people on it with us is all.â
You canât help the laugh that bubbles up, âI love you.â
âLove you too, baby. As much as I love this dress, I really cannot wait to take you out of it later,â he says, dusting a light kiss to your neck just below your ear just as the car pulls to a stop and you hear a knock against the car window. âYou ready? Iâm going to be right there. You and me.â
You lean in to rub your nose against his gently just before the door opens, âAlways you and me.â
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Makoto:
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || StunningÂ
âIâve always found Makoto to be surprisingly handsome for a Hyur. Maybe thatâs insensitive to say, but the rest of them all sort of⊠blend together? He stands out, maybe in part do to the tattoos he has. Itâs hard not to admire that kind of art work, and he has a face worthy of a canvas.â
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe? || EhâŠ.Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
âDepends on if weâre talking a romantic date, or something platonic. Heâs interesting enough to talk to once you get him going on the right subjects. I donât think Iâd be against a few hours of conversation and a meal; with or without drug use.â
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
âI havenât been given any reason not to trust him up to this point, and of the people I work with at Priarch, heâs strangely one of the few I feel I can reliably trust. I might not always agree with him, but compared to the rest of us, he seems to make decent decisions at the very least.â
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
âI donât wish any harm upon him, if thatâs what you mean. Iâd like to think Makoto is something of a friend, so clearly, that means Iâm supposed to care at least a little, right? Thatâs how that works, isnât it?â
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || EhâŠSure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
âI cannot even begin to think of how or why this would ever come up. Heâs spoken for, Iâm spoken for, and men generally arenât my type.â
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Donât Touch Me || Letâs Get Coffee and Talk || Letâs Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Letâs Take a Bath Together
âMaybe itâs because I trust him enough to buy drugs from him, but generally I think Iâm more comfortable around Makoto than half my other coworkers. Heâs made it clear that he knows how to respect boundaries, and honestly thatâs all I can really ask for. Iâm grateful for it.â
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
âIâve said it once already; I considered Makoto a friend. I canât say weâre particularly close friends, but we could get there eventually.â
Maya/Wren:
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
âAs far as Miqoâte go, sheâs not bad to look at. I might have a slight biased towards Keepers of the moon though. She has a bad habit of wearing exceptionally distracting outfits to work, and I still canât tell if itâs intentional, or just some weird cultural thing Iâve never picked up on. Doesnât look half bad with her hair and make-up all fucked up though.â
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || EhâŠ.Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
âIâm not even sure what a date with her would be like. I honestly think Spider would be a better candidate for this; the two would have a lot more to talk about anyways. Then again, if missing Crane is still troubling her, then maybe itâs something to consider as a distractionâŠâ
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
âFriend, flock⊠Iâve more reasons to trust her than I have for those that would normally be considered closer to me. I have faith she wouldnât do anything intentionally to wrong me, and I know if it came down to it, my life would be safe in her hands, just as hers is safe in mine. I trust her to help me reach my goals, to help welcome the woman I revere above all others into the flock.â
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
âItâs hard not to care about someone that inhabits a part of your mind. I may not care about her as much as another, but I do still care to what extent I can manage. She deserves that much at least; to be cared for. Like a cherished pet.â
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || EhâŠSure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
âI did tell her I would keep her warm until Crane was returned to us. I think Spider and I can provide her that comfort for a little while. Iâd like to think itâd be fun for all involved.â
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Donât Touch Me || Letâs Get Coffee and Talk || Letâs Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Letâs Take a Bath Together
âI am comfortable enough to share my mind with the flock. Everything else just seems so insignificant in comparison after that.â
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
âThere are times I feel as though I donât really know Maya at all, and yet there are moments when Wren feels like a long known friend and trusted companion. Itâs strange, and Iâm sure some day soon enough itâll balance out.â
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Obsession
 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
 Warnings: A couple of swear words and some minor angst
 Requested: This is my entry for @sgtjbuccky âs Writing Challenge with the prompt >>âPerson A: âBecause Iâm worried that the next time you look up from your latest obsession, youâll be alone and no one is going to be there."Person B: "Are you saying that youâll leave me?"A: "I would never."B: "Promise?"A: "Promise.â<<Â
 Word Count: 1.122
 A/N: After seven drafts and a couple of months, itâs finally here! I wanted this to be the best Iâve ever written (couldnât reach that goal) because I wanted it to be worthy of Salinaâs eyes, you know? Her stories always make you feel like youâre actually in them and the plot, the words, the way she writes them... No, Iâm not in love with her, why would you say that? Anyways, I just want to thank her for every single one of her works and hope you like what Iâve scribbled...
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    Obsession:
    /ÉbËsÉÊ(É)n/
     ⹠an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a personâs mind
  Taking a utilitarian angle at your life one day and realizing what youâve been doing all these years has never done any good to this world might be soul crushing. But witnessing with your own eyes that not only had they worsened the Earth but had also worsened you was devastating enough for Tony Stark to lose himself and all his beliefs.
  After the veil had uncovered his eyes to make him take a great look at his masterpiece, Tony had done everything in his ability to be a better version of himself. He changed the motives of his actions; suddenly there wasnât only Tony, there was a billion souls, a million innocent lives, and a planet he had to protect from all evil. Including himself.
  Instead of abandoning Mark I, he kept on going. He failed multiple times, even spent the first couple of months with no notable success. But he moved on with a persistence no one believed he had. And unlike a common hero story, he finally succeeded when his hopes were at their peak.
  The path to making a better person of himself lead towards the path that was making a better Earth. So Tony kept on walking, with his head held high and a confidence that would accompany him along the journey. It proved not to be easy but he had expected no less. This wasnât just one human being he was dealing with, no, it was a whole planet that had the good and the bad âwith a percentage that consumed all faith.
  All along the way, Tony faced dangers and obstacles he hadnât even dreamt of, yet with the courage the world admired, he managed to tick off the list one by one. But soon Tony realized the threats were much bigger than him, much more bigger than this whole planet. And he not only burdened himself with the task of saving the world but also the universe.
  When it started being a bit too much, when the thoughts of his actions being pointless had corrupted his mind, when he deemed he had lost the fight; it dawned on him. All those times, all those fights, all those restless nights he was never alone. The reason he was able to come this far was not because of some otherworldly change in his personality or abilities but because he wasnât alone. Neither the burden nor the sorrow was solely his to bear.
  One of the key factors of his newly found awareness was (Y/N). He realized she was there since the beginning, she was there until the end. And the fear of losing her slowly crept up his spine, through his brain and into his heart.
  The fight that was shaking the walls of the compound today was because of this little thought that grew into what kept Tony awake at night and cast an ominous glow into his eyes. He had tried to keep it away from himself but the punches and kicks that overthrew mountains of creatures were proving to be futile now.
  âFor the last time, Steve, (Y/N) is not coming with us.â Tony said, trying to keep his calm.
  âIâve told you, Tony, weâre short on people.â Steve sighed.
  Slowly approaching Tony, you wrapped your arms around him, trying to help him relax at least a little bit. âI can handle it. Itâs what I signed up for, isnât it?â
  The air around you grew thicker, he had made it clear that he didnât want you to go on this mission the night before yet here you were acting as if you had never agreed not to. Steve stood up from the chair he was sitting on and stepped closer to give a sense of sincerity to his words, âYou know you canât always look after her like sheâs your baby, right? Sheâs one of the strongest Avengers but most importantly sheâs independent.â he looked at you, âShe can choose what she wants to do.â
  Unable to hold him back, your arms loosened with the sudden outburst from Tony and he furiously stepped towards Steve, âDonât bullshit me with that independence crap, Rogers! You know how dangerous this one is!â
  âYou said it yourself, Tony! Itâs not only mine or yours or her life in danger, there are a billion lives at stake!â
  âYou think I donât know that?â he spat, âYou think I donât know that weâre responsible for more than we can handle? A whole universe, for fuckâs sake!â he dropped his hands from Steveâs collars, âBut Iâve lost enough, Rogers. And Iâm not willing to lose the one thing Iâve got left.â
  Before Steve could say something you gave him a look and dragged Tony into your room. You knew that something was bothering him recently and, Tony being Tony, no matter what you did, you couldnât get him to tell you what it was. As much as it was painful to watch him worry himself to almost death, you couldnât help but smile at realizing exactly how much he cared for you.
  Once you were at a safe distance from Steve and in the warmth of your room, you seated him on the bed and kneeled down in front of him. Grasping his hands that were covering his concern filled face, you slowly brought them down to plant a small kiss on the palm of his hands. Feeling him ease up a little bit, you sighed and looked into his chocolate browns.
  âTony⊠Be patient with Steve.â Sensing him tense up again, you started rubbing slow circles with your thumb, âI know you donât exactly have the butterflies and blossoms relationship but⊠Heâll be there when no one else can.â
  Tonyâs head snapped up at your words, his eyes hastily flicking between yours in search of the reason behind those specifically chosen words.
  âWhy did you say that?â
  You took a deep breath and tried to choose your next words carefully, âBecause Iâm worried that the next time you look up from your latest obsession, youâll be alone and no one is going to be there.â
  âAre you saying that youâll leave me?â he whispered.
  Not once taking your eyes from his, you shook your head, âI would never.â
  But Tony needed more than that. He needed something to assure him that you never would. So, knowing you had kept every single promise of yours, he asked like a little kid seeking reassurance, âPromise?â
  And you replied, for maybe the millionth time, giving him your word that you would never leave him, âPromise.â
  What the neither of you knew, however, was that the promise you had made that day was the only one you werenât able to keep.
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Water Bottles, Getting Rid of Stuff, and Social Media Goodbyes.
Hi, all.
This is it! Welcome to the first post on this experimental foray into talking about my brain, intentionally, and with a purpose in mind.
The post that led you here (from facebook, instagram, or twitter, if I got my shit together) mentioned that this post would be about the first few things Iâve done since the New Year to try and wrangle my life back into some sense of order, so Iâm just gonna jump right into that.Â
1) I bought a planner.
A real, actual physical paper, honest-to-god planner.Â
This in and of itself is not much of a shock. Iâve bought a lot of planners in my lifetime, always excited to finally be one of those womenâcapable, powerful, every moment of their day accounted for in perfect handwritingâand reader, I am absolutely garbage at using them.Â
So I bought another one. Makes sense, right?
Iâll tell you why: I think I finally figured out why Iâm bad at using them.Â
Every planner Iâve bought in the past has been one or both of these things: a month/week/day view, or an electronic planner (for my iPad.) These...did not work. The use cycle would usually go something like this: Overjoyed with my new beautiful book, I would spend an hour or two dutifully filling out the âmonthâ views with absolutely everything I knew about at the time, and then Iâd manage to use it for about a week before I realized Iâd been forgetting to write in the âweekâ portion of the planner. This immediately triggers the guiltâI failed, I wasted part of such a nice book, what was the point, why did I even start....you get the idea. Of course, this is all ridiculous. The book never changed...but now it makes me sad to look at, and angry at myself every time I remember it. I canât stand to use it anymore, because every time I pick it up, itâs a reminder that, according to me, I suck. So I put it away, and vow to never again buy a planner, or to do better next time. (I wouldn't.)Â
Then, I read a post a few months ago that my dad sent me (Iâll have to look up the link later and edit this post to add it) that boiled down to something along the lines of âstop trying to do your tasks the way ânormalâ people do their tasks.â If you have a hard time getting your laundry sorted out because the hamperâs hard to get to, take the lid off the hamper. If making a sandwich is too much work, just eat the parts, no sandwich required. Shit like that. I sat with myself for a few weeks and said to myself, brain, how can I remove obstacles that donât even seem like obstacles in order to make things less hard?
And then I learned the secret.Â
Did you know they make planners that are ONLY a month view?
Thereâs another secret to this process, by the wayâbut it applies to a lot more than just planners. Through a bit of soul searching (and by a bit, I mean a lot of grumbling about what a materialistic, vain, optics-centered magpie I am at heart) I figured out that Iâm at least 80% more likely to successfully use something if itâs pretty. If I love the way it looks, I am excited to be around it. I am delighted to use it. I am sad when it isnât nearby. So, the month-view-only planner I bought is also covered in small flowers and made from beautiful low-tooth paper that feels good to write on. I also downloaded many, many, many beautiful habit trackers, goal planning pages, and other freebies from bloomplanners.com (they made my work calendar.) Highly recommend.Â
2) I bought a water bottle.
I am probably the most dehydrated person you know personally at basically all times. Iâve literally gone to the ER with medical issues that, while genuine, were all exacerbated by massive dehydration. Itâs not just that I hate the taste of water (even though I do) but also that I just...straight up do not remember to drink. Ever. And when I do remember to drink, I never remember how much Iâve had, whatâs left to go, any of that crap.Â
âBut they make apps to remind you!âÂ
âYou can log every time you drink!â
YES, CORRECT, but also may I remind you of the above âremove obstacles from my brainâ epiphany from three paragraphs ago: if thereâs more than two steps (realistically, more than ONE step) to getting from âI drank waterâ to âI drank this much water, and now have this much left to go to not dieâÂ
I wonât do it.Â
So, I bought myself one of these bad boys. #notanadÂ
The Hidrate Spark is a âsmartâ bottle that connects to my iPhone and my AppleWatch. Its connected app will remind me through the watch, as well as via pretty glowing lights on the bottle itself, numerous times a day that I need to drink. When I drink out of the bottle, a sensor will record how much I drank, and immediately log that info into my Health App on my phone. The app automatically uses the humidity and temperature at your location, your weight, your height, and real-time activity data from your watch or phone to update how much your water goal is in realtime.Â
Notice how nowhere in that description in there is there anything I have to do to track my intake and hit my goal besides fill out my info in the app once, fill up the bottle, and drink out of it? Yeah, me too.
Iâve avoided buying this bottle for over a year, because itâs a $60 water bottle, and I have twenty water bottles already, and itâs âtechieâ and âunnecessaryâ and âsillyâ and âexcessiveâ and all those other things people say about smart tech, but goddamnit, and ER bill costs more than $60 and Iâve been there four fucking times for this problem. I talked to my fitness director (I work for a YMCA, so, health and fitness woo) a couple friends, and my doctor about it, and everyone agreed it was a good decision, so I did it. I canât say if itâll work or not yet because I donât HAVE it yet, but I promise to keep everyone apprised.Â
Also, itâs pretty.Â
3) I deleted an ass ton of people off my social media.Â
Iâve never cared much about my numbers when it comes to social media, Iâm not in it for those, but I have the same problem with my friends lists as I do with my real life: I add without thought and then people I never talk to, never see, never will see, and donât have an effect on my life...take up space. Iâm very happy for all of them, and I hope they have wonderful lives, but I don't need all of them front and center at all times. Plus, after the year I had last year, a lot of people needed to be let go from my life for my sanity and theirs.Â
So, on January 2nd, I deleted 160 people from my Facebook friends list, and blocked 7. I thought it would stress me out moreâIâm not about the numbers, but I always worry someone will take offense, or be upset. But once I did it, I felt literally, physically, lighter. It hasnât had any measurable impact yet besides that initial weight-is-lifted feeling, but I know itâs a step in the right direction for my eventual journey towards weaning off a lot of social media platforms. (Did you know facebook is the actual face of evil in the internet age, and weâre all trapped beyond belief?)
4) I cleaned, or cleaned out, everything (and I mean everything) in my house.
This is the biggie! This is it! The goodwill pile is literally taking up every inch of available space in my car!Â
(This is also one of those âOoh, itâs embarrassing, I canât talk about itâ moments IÂ mentioned in the original post. Whelp, here I am, talking about it! Cower in fear! Hide in your homes! Real Talk is coming!)
The Marie Kondo bug that bit all of us last year got me in tandem with a few months of violent living situation upheaval. As a result, I tried to go through my belongings with every moving day I went through, and use those hell experiences as motivation to just. Get. Rid. Of. My. Shit. Iâd already started on this task a few years ago, but itâs difficult to describe how much....stuff Iâd managed to collect in 18-19 years. It doesnât take much past the first time you and one friend, or just you, have to move everything you own in a single day to go âoh my god I am never doing that again.â But, I know Iâll have to move again, and even if I didnât...my stuff was stressing me out. The obvious solution was, and is, âhave less stuff.âÂ
I go through my wardrobe once a month now and try to get rid of at least three things. If youâve known me since high school or just after, you might remember the absolutely astonishing size of my wardrobe. I mean, truly ridiculous. I achieved my goal early last summer of âall my clothing must fit inside a single closetâ and began extending that to the rest of my life with a general rule of replacing the thought âI need more storageâ with the thought âI need less stuff.â Obviously, there are some things that really do need better or different storage, and Iâm recognizing that, but I canât actually describe how much better I feel with...literally probably 70% less stuff than I used to own.Â
This is an ongoing process in every part of my life, and with the habits Iâve learned and the very particular anxieties that I have (I canât get rid of this, I might need it one day/that person was so nice to give it to me/someone might get angry if I goodwill it) continuing towards a minimalist outlook will be a path I am on for literally the rest of my life. But itâs a good pathâa worthy oneâand Iâm so absurdly relieved that Iâm finally walking on it, regardless of how many stumbles, stops, and starts there might be.Â
The bonus part of having less stuff is that itâs suddenly way easier to clean your house; which is what I spent all of Saturday and part of Sunday (today) doing. My combined to-do lists* numbered around 72 items, all-told, and I accomplished almost all of themâeverything from sweeping/mopping/vaccuming to moving all the appliances in my kitchen out of their spots and cleaning the sides of them. All the laundry got did. All the shelves got dusted. The tub got scrubbed. The fridge got cleared out. My closet got organized. Even my bed got a facelift in the form of a new duvet cover and some swanky king size pillows. We. Cleaned. Everything.Â
And damn does it feel good to have a clean space. Itâs so. Much. Easier. Â To keep tidied up when Iâm annoyed at myself for ruining the room with clutter, or setting something down and not putting it away.* When you have less stuff, everything suddenly has a place...and when it all starts out in that place, itâs way easier to put it back and keep that momentum going.
*/**There is a flip side of this feeling, which is my anxiety this summer beginning to express itself as certain tendencies towards OCD behaviors, but I wonât go into that here. Itâll come up soon enough, but it will need to be another post about that topic specifically and what I did/am doing to work through it. Another post will be about my âlistingâ and how it works/doesnât work for me, because these are tandem issues.
Iâm sure thereâs more than these, but Iâm going to stop here.
Mostly because one of my other goals for 2020 is to do better at setting, and sticking to, a routine. (Hey, another post!) That routine involves me being in bed by 11:30PM every day, and awake by 9:30...and itâs 10:44. So for now, goodnight, and I hope this didnât bore anyone to absolute tears. Even if it did...thatâs okay, because this is as much for me as it is for anyone else.Â
See ya!
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Smoke and Iron Reread chapter 8
Time for more Wolfe. Letâs see what interesting details turn up in this chapter. The Artifex makes his appearance. Fuck you, Artifex. Bit of discussion of torture in this one, as we have the Artifexâs threats and a bit of commentary on prison conditions.
âHe woke in the dark, disoriented, and for a moment he reached out to touch Santiâs sleeping form, only to hit cold stone.â Break my heart in the first line, why donât you, Caine? Especially sad when you remember from the journal in Paper and Fire that when heâs at home with Santi, he often wakes up thinking heâs still in prison.
Wolfeâs first reaction to hearing a voice after realizing heâs in prison is to seriously consider the possibility that it isnât real. That gives us an idea of just how much he must have hallucinated in Rome.
Seriously, Artifex? You wake someone up in the middle of the night and when he doesnât want to talk right away, you jump right to threatening to murder the person in the next cell over? Thatâs a bit extreme, donât you think?
So we already have questionable rations on our list of human rights abuses in this prison. Letâs add sleep deprivation now. This shit is torture. Not as violent and gory as what the Library was doing in Rome, but still.
The power imbalance the Artifex creates for this conversation is over the top, and really highlights both his hatred for Wolfe and his fear of Wolfe. There are bars between them. Wolfe has just woken up abruptly. The Artifex is standing while Wolfe is sitting. The Artifex shines a light in Wolfeâs eyes.
Wolfeâs eyes have trouble adjusting to the light. Just age, as he thinks? Or lasting damage from Rome?
Wolfe has guts of steel. Artifex comes to threaten him, and here he is snarking at the Artifex.
Interesting, the terms the Artifex uses to describe Wolfe. He calls him a âbully,â which would seem to fit the Artifex himself better than Wolfe. Wolfe can be manipulative and demanding, but we donât see the cruelty for its own sake that would go with bullying. And then thereâ's the usual: arrogant, insufferable, brilliant, driven, haughty. I suspect âbelieved he could do anything without penaltiesâ has as much to do with Keria as Wolfe himself. Heâs probably gotten away with things over the years because of who his mother was. Wolfe might not even be fully aware of that privilege in some cases.
And Wolfe refers to this barrage of insults as âpleasantries.â The only weapon Wolfe has left is his sarcasm, and he is using it to full effect. He keeps up the snark and the defiance even as he recognizes that the Artifex can see past his indifferent front.
More defiance: refusing to verbally agree to cooperate, just giving a very slight nod. The only reason he cooperates even that much is the threat to other prisonersâ lives.
The Artifex cries while ranting about the dangers of freedom. He really believes in what heâs saying. He isnât only using his ideals as justification to hurt Wolfe, rather, his ideals drive him to hate Wolfe more.
Look how quickly Wolfe gets tired of debating philosophy. It was fun while he was gloating about having the press and the Artifexâs inevitable downfall, but he does not have the patience to actually argue with the Artifex. And thatâs an insult, too: heâs stating that the Artifexâs viewpoint is so wrong that it isnât even worthy of debate.
How to get Wolfe angry? Use his first name without his consent.
The Artifex was Wolfeâs mentor. Given the attitude toward teachers in the Library, Iâm guessing he wasnât the teacher of Wolfeâs postulant class, although thatâs a possibility. Iâm thinking more likely someone he went off for specialist training with, or someone he worked with right after graduation.
Either while Wolfe was a postulant or shortly after he graduated, the Artifex sent him on a mission that was a trap. Wolfe nearly died, but he succeeded and earned his gold band. The Artifex got filthy rich. No further details given. This could have been Wolfeâs final test as a postulant. This could be an assignment after that. If Stormcrow is canon, this would have had to happen before that, so when Wolfe was 15-17ish, and it would have had to take place in Alexandria.
Presumably, that assignment is the reason Wolfe and the Artifex ceased getting along. Wolfe resented being used. Wolfe-Jess parallels, anyone?Â
The Artifex is possibly the closest thing Wolfe had to a father figure. And Wolfe wishes he could block out his memories of that relationship. The only other memories he wants to block are his memories of Rome. Was there anything genuine in that mentor-student relationship at all, or did Wolfe, alone as he was, just not recognize right away that he was being used by someone he thought cared about him?
This is a calculated strike by the Artifex, telling Wolfe now that what he thought was his own accomplishment despite the Artifex was actually the result of the Artifexâs manipulation. It makes Wolfe doubt himself and the foundation of his career, at a time when heâs already shaken.
How much effort did it take for Wolfe to snark about being tortured here? He usually wonât even talk about it.
The Artifex uses a note to tell Wolfe to kill himself. This seems very awkward in an otherwise verbal conversation. Why use paper, which could be kept as evidence, when heâs so sure that there will be no record of his visit to the prison? I suspect that the Artifex wants to make very sure no one overhears his exact offer to Wolfe. Maybe he doesnât trust the automata really not to be recording. Maybe heâs worries about the other prisoners, guards, or the Scholar with him, overhearing. Regardless, the offer he makes is something that goes against the Archivistâs plans, and he doesnât want anyone to hear. He can get that paper back from Wolfe, but he canât do anything about being heard stating his terms.
But then they discuss it out loud. Plausible deniability, though, for the Artifex. He can say anyone reporting what he and Wolfe discussed after reading the note lacked context and misunderstood what was being offered.
Does the Artifex really expect Wolfe to kill himself? Iâm not sure about that. The offer to protect Santi in exchange for Wolfeâs suicide seems more like an impossible dilemma for Wolfe than an attempt to persuade him. In order for suicide to be a viable option, Wolfe would have to trust the Artifexâs claim that he has Santi and trust the Artifex to keep his word that he will protect Santi. Wolfe does not trust the Artifex. I think the goal of this visit was more to psychologically torture Wolfe than to convince him to kill himself. Wolfe just isnât going to trust the Artifex enough to think that killing himself will really save Santi. Instead, heâll spend the next three days, at least, thinking about what might happen to Santi, doubting the plan he thought heâd figured out, and being plagued by suicidal thoughts. The Artifex mainly wants to hurt Wolfe; driving him to suicide would be an added bonus, but it isnât the primary goal.
Even with the Artifex presenting Wolfe with a nightmare scenario, Wolfe keeps his composure. He keeps his voice steady, he throws the note, he dismisses the Artifex. Defiance matters a lot to him. He does not want to give the Artifex any kind of victory. Is this how he was in Rome, too? Or is it a response to how badly he fell apart in Rome? Some of both, perhaps.
After this visit from the Artifex, Wolfe is upset. Before, he was certain of the plan and his role in it. Now he has doubts that will gnaw at him, and the Artifex has stirred up fears of Santi being hurt. Heâs shaking, heâs upset, and heâs engaging in self harm.
Wolfe hits the wall until his hand bleeds. Rough stone? Or a wrist fracture, as @thegreatlibraryfangirl has suggested? Either way, a sign of just how distressed Wolfe has become.
Timeline stuff: It is not at all clear when this chapter takes place. It could be right after chapter 7. It could be closer to Wolfeâs next chapter, chapter 20. The three days the Artifex gives Wolfe to kill himself could be completely arbitrary, or they could represent the time the Artifex is expecting the ship to take to get to Alexandria. If this is based on ship timing, then this chapter probably comes shortly after Chapter 6, when the ship has been diverted, but the Artifex wouldnât know it yet. The Artifexâs offer/threat is not mentioned again, so either chapter 20 is less than three days after this, or it is so long past three days that Wolfe has concluded that the Artifex was lying and forgotten about the whole thing. I lean toward thinking this chapter comes closer to chapter 7 than 20, but you could read it either way.
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fear of the unknown nsf*w (parker x mc)
A/N: an idea that popped into my head today and I had to write it up. Parker x mc and Iâm really proud of it. hope you like it too.Â
Warning: smut
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Summary: After Parker ran from the fight, his worries take over and he finds himself coming to the conclusion that he could have helped Blake when she needed it the most.Â
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IT LIVES BENEATH FAN FICTION FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN
Parkerâs mind boggles with a million possibilities, as he continuously plays the outcome of the situation he abandoned and how it could end. Would it have ended successfully with the group finally ridding Pine Springs of whatever the fuck is in that lake. But then of course... it could end horribly, with no one coming back with their lives aside from Parker but thatâs only because he bailed at the last moment.
Ugh... why the fuck would he do that? Why would he act like such a coward and look Blake dead in the eyes and reveal heâs neglecting her? What kind of frightened idiot would do such a thing? Him, of course. Because he carries zero courage inside him and heâs as cowardly as the days that come.Â
Parker might have just ruined everything heâs built in the last few months. This job was supposed to teach him to be more like his idols. The heroes that have inspired him for so long and his goal was be as brave as them one day. But no. Heâs not brave. Heâs a goddamn screw up and heâs not worthy of the badge he carries, displaying him as some kind of hero when heâs clearly an idiot in his own right.
He abandoned Blake, moments after he revealed that he loved her. A mixed signal no one wants to receive but Blake did and the pure, undisguised look of disappointment in her chestnut eyes is one of the worst things heâs ever laid eyes on and Parker wishes to never have to relive such a moment again because it tore him up inside and ripped at his heart strings. He knows heâll never be the same again after this. Nothing will ever hurt him like look did. Blake deserves so much better than him and frankly, he may have just put her life in deep jeopardy.
Truth is, itâs been a few hours since Parker took off and sprinted back home, his fear dominating him completely until he arrived back at his place. Thatâs when guilt and worry stabbed and rattled his heart. All heâs done is pace back and forth recklessly for the last few hours, worry circling his mind and all he hopes is that Blake came out of that situation alive because if she didnât... then heâll never forgive himself.
Parker should probably just skip town now. He doesnât have the strength to face Blake after this. He can only picture the anger and frustration flooding through her dark gaze the second she catches sight of him. She would resent him so much and call him out on the coward he has become. All this time heâs been putting on a brave face and taking each fifth head on but by then, he just couldnât take it anymore.
Everything has just become too much for him to handle. His fear has crossed a line it canât come back from and heâs suffered so much that his mind forced him to look for the exit and itâs unfortunate that he found it. Better things would have happened if he had stayed by Blakeâs side but instead... he practically betrayed her.
Throughout the time heâs known her, Parker has found himself falling for Blake more than he ever thought he would. Hell, he managed to summon the courage to say he loved her but he couldnât even dare to look at whatever the fuck is in that lake. Blake is a woman with many sides and personalities but each one always leads back to this courageous badass who knows what she wants as well as knowing whatâs right. Sheâs beautiful, funny, smart and impossible to hate, unlike Parker who could be easily hated for the actions of his character tonight.Â
He wonât be able to sleep, eat or do anything because his mind will always lead back to the moment he cowered and his walls finally crumbled before him. Parker wonât ever recover from this.Â
Sucking in a sharp breath, Parker finally forces himself to stop pacing and drowning in his thoughts. To distract himself, he retrieves his phone, a small part of him hoping he has received some sort of text from Blake or anything letting him know sheâs ok. At least, alive and well. However, a puzzled look crosses his features when he finds a voicemail notification from around three hours ago.Â
Curiously, Parker checks his voicemails, lifting the phone towards his ear and listening as carefully as he can, trying to not let himself get distracted by the mystery of Blakeâs safety. His eyes widen when he recognises the voice that messily speaks into the phone, a constant buffering sound playing in the background and a clear sound of chaos.
â...Parker? I know youâre probably scared to death right now... and I understand that.â Blakeâs voice speaks into the other side of the phone and the shakiness of the call causes her voice to break at times. Parker remains stunned as he listens intently to what she has to say. How did he miss this? âBut... we need you. We need you... so much.â The more words Blake gets out, the more it appears like sheâs been crying her goddamn eyes out. Turns out there are others on the verge of breaking. âI... Iâm mad at you for leaving but... that doesnât matter now because... if you come back... Iâm sure weâll win this. Besides... I canât deal with the thought of losing you... and I never really got the chance to tell you properly but... I love you too. More than Iâve ever really loved anyone. And I... I want you to know I forgive you. You got scared and... I can understand that. Just please... donât give up on us.â Just when it seems like the call is about to end, Parker hears a heavy scream echoing through the phone and it causes him to jump up out of his seat as his anxiety starts to kick in again. âAaahh! Oh shit. No! Please donâtââ
And the call just cuts off.Â
Silence. Complete and utter silence. Erupting like a hidden tension in the room. Parker pants out of fear, running his hands through his dusty brown hair and starting to pace back and forth once again. Oh shit. No. No. No. What if sheâs dead? After all this time, what if she was finally caught? Fear finally caught up to her and she called Parker and the next moment sheâs dead! What if he answered? He could have gotten there and saved her. Helped her or at least been there to watch her take her last breath.
âOh my god. This canât be happening. Fuck!â Parker curses aloud, swinging his fist at the wall and a crack is left engraved as a reminder of the action. Agony overtakes him and he starts to fear the worst for a moment. âI need to see her. I need to make sure sheâs not...â
Thatâs all the convincing Parker needs to wanna check if Blake is ok, the two sides of his mind finally agreeing on something. In one swift motion, he grabs his jacket and sprints out the door, slamming it shut on his way out â not even taking a moment to lock it securely. Itâs not like Parker cares anymore. He could get robbed a thousand times or held at gunpoint and still all he would care about is the well being of the girl he fell for a little too hard.Â
Itâs a sacrifice heâs willing to make.
Parker now has a mission. To get to Blakeâs house as fast as possible. All this only to make sure that sheâs ok and safe. Hell, all his hope and might is going into the idea that she could be alive. Heâs praying and pleading that that is the case. He canât afford to lose her. Not now. Not after everything theyâve been through. It would be too damn much to deal with. He wills himself to run as rapidly as he can and a sigh of relief escapes him when he finally makes it to Blakeâs house.
Parker eyes the house for a moment, noticing how dark the house in. Not a single light is on and that only causes his worry and fear to rise even more. Youâd expect them all to be extremely safety conscious after everything has happened. But no. Everything is just still, silent and dim.Â
Keeping the hope at a steady level, Parker rushes his way towards the front door, knocking as loud as his hands will let him. Itâs practically the middle of the night and he is probably the last person any of them want to see so he isnât expecting much of warm welcome. Just to see Blakeâs stunning face again will be enough for him, even if heâs turned away. All he wants is for his mind to put at ease and heâll be grateful to know that she is alive and safe.
After what seems like a countless amount of knocking, Parker receives no answer and his patience forces him to look for another way in. He dashes around the side of the house because thatâs where his knowledge takes him. All the windows are still dark as hell and the house could easily be deserted on the inside. But Parker chooses to have hope.Â
His hazel eyes brighten up slightly when they land on the familiar sight of the window to Blakeâs room. He glances around for a way in, completely aware how creepy heâs coming off right now but he has no other choice. Heâs too damn desperate now. Parker spots a tree that leads up to the window and that leaves him with no other option but to climb it.
âGoddamnit.â Parker releases a reluctant sigh and throws all caution to the wind as he steadily makes his way up to the tree, careful and persistent with each step he takes. He couldnât care less about his own health right now so thereâs a noticeable hastiness with the way he moves.
Once he makes it to the top, Parker remains perched on the edge of the tree and his lands clutch the outline of the window, as his eyes try to find any sign of Blake in the dimly lit room, the moonlight being the only supply of light. All of a sudden, Parkerâs entire expression widens in shock when he finally spots the woman thatâs been on his mind for god knows how long. Blake Vance, seated at her desk with her head in her hands. She looks distraught with a sense of relief and Parker has never been so glad to see another human in his life. Without hesitance, he knocks on the window, alerting Blake immediately and her features appear confused when she finds Parker propped by her window. She rises from her seat and approaches the window with caution, playing out the debate on whether she should let Parker in after everything. Then again, she did leave him that message of forgiveness.
Blake can see the obvious relief in Parkerâs eyes and every cell in his body struggles to remain calm as he finds Blake Vance standing before, alive and well. His anxiety remains at its peak however due to the thought that Blake may not wanna let him in.Â
â...Parker?â Blake reacts, her expression slowly transitioning into something unreadable. Itâs like the idea has finally sunk in that he is actually there.Â
âBlake...â is all Parker managed to say, blurting out the only thing thatâs on his mind right now.Â
Wordlessly, Blake opens the window and Parker warily leans back so she can swing it fully open. Their dark eyes meet and lock for an endless amount of time. Theyâre so skeptical of each other right now but also so damn happy just to be able to lay their eyes on such a face again. For a minute, they both believed that theyâd never see each other again and a tension slowly gets caught between them.
Soon, Parkerâs desperation kicks in and he steps through the window and swiftly wraps Blake in a well overdue hug, all his longing and power being poured out in this one action. Tears threaten to escape the corner of his eyes and he wouldnât mind revealing the weakest side of him right now. This is his worst vulnerability. Her. Sheâs caused him to be this way and itâs not a bad thing. He needed to venture through his side of him and learn to cope with a near loss because he finds himself regretting being the coward that he was before. He wasnât brought up to be such a failure and Blake taught him that he can be so much more than what he pretends to be.
Parker is surprised when Blake returns the hug, winding her arms around his neck and tugging him as close to her as possible. He shortens the gap even more by tightening his grasp on her and burying his face in her shoulder, revealing how helpless he truly feels right now. He pants into her shoulder, expressing his exhaustion from how quickly he ran before but he doesnât regret it because it means he got to see her faster.
After what seems like forever, they finally part and reluctantly pull away but Parker takes a moment to skim over her face and familiarise himself with her stunning features. Blake opens her mouth to speak but Parker protests by scattering her face with desperate kisses and joining their foreheads as he finds himself enraptured by the hazel shade of her eyes. Her gaze is plastered with a meaningful bewilderment but a lost happiness at the same time.
âParker... what... are you doing here?â Blake can barely get words out as Parker cups her face and his eyes search her body worriedly for any scars or wounds from the battle that would have went down while he was gone.Â
âI... I got your message.â Parker says in a breathy tone that highlights a shakiness Blake has never seen before. â...you scared the living shit out of me, Blake.â
Blake is slightly taken aback by his words and she struggles to stay calm and Parker plants featherlight kisses from her wrist all the way up to her neck, barely missing her lips. âIâm sorry... but Iâm alive. We all are. We... we finished it.â
Parker swallows hard at the way she speaks of the concept of we. Clearly not talking about him when she says it. Parker distracts his doubts by brushing a strand of Blakeâs hair out of her face, noticing how tousled it is and there is a minor bruise underneath her eye. One that wasnât there when he was still at her side.Â
âThat doesnât mean you werenât hurt.â Parker whispers, gesturing to the bruise underneath his eye and he plants a small kiss on her cheek, rubbing circles over the small sore.
âItâs fine... itâs nothing, Parker.â Blake assures, stroking the skin at the back of his neck with comforting intentions.Â
Parker releases a heavy exhale and arches his head back in slight frustration. âYouâre right... I have no reason to be worrying about you. Not after what I didââ
âNo, Parker. I donât wanna talk anymore. Especially about that.â Blake interrupts him before anguish can take over the moment. She tilts his head down so heâs staring into her eyes and her eyes darken at the sight of him. That only tells him one thing. âI wanna make the most of this. It doesnât matter what you did. It only matters you do now.â
âAnd what do you want me to do?â Parker dares to ask, seeming to know the answer already.Â
A knowing look washes over Blakeâs expression and she lets her hand a drift up to roam through Parkerâs dusty brown hair, her voice dropping to a low whisper. âItâs not what I want. Itâs what I need. And thatâs for you to show me how much you were worried about me. I can see that desperation in your goddamn eyes and I want you to use that to take me the best you can.â Blake seems so sure of this and Parker has no reason to protest or argue with her. â...I wanna feel normal again, Parker... and I canât wait anymore.â
Parker only has to say one more thing before everything heâs ever wanted with Blake can finally become a reality. âYou donât have to wait anymore, Blake. Iâm here for you.â
With that, a magnetic force causes their lips to meet at a drastic pace, every emotion they felt in that moment going into this one powerful, mind blowing kiss. All the worry, anxiety, doubt, anger, frustration, hunger, desire, passion, power, relief, happiness and above all desperation falling into the rhythm thatâs easily built up the minute their lips meet. The familiar salty taste of Parkerâs lips causes Blake to smile against his mouth, as she continues to drag her hands through his hair, abruptly tugging on a strand with a little force and that causes Parkerâs lips to part and a groan escapes him.Â
Taking advantage of the situation, Blake slips her tongue into his mouth and he returns the favour quite quickly, pressing her closer to his body and deepening the kiss as best he can. This is probably the first time the intensity of a moment between them has been at such a dramatic peak. Parker canât remember a time heâs wanted someone as much as he wants Blake right now in this moment. This is everything heâs ever wanted with her and he knows this is a memory heâs gonna wanna relive for the rest of his life. The same could be said for Blake, as this moment means as much to her as it does to Parker.
Starting to feel the desire building in her core, Blake moves her hands from Parkerâs hair and instead lets them rest at his shoulders before tugging his jacket off his body as quickly as possible. The piece of clothing aimlessly falls to the floor and is left discarded and meaningless as the only thing that matters right now is the two of them and they truly feel like they only people in the world right now. Parker responds by biting down on Blakeâs lower lip, stifling a moan out of her and thatâs when his lips start to mindlessly venture away from her lips and down her jawline. He continues this pattern until he reaches the base of her neck which prompts him to suck at the skin of her collarbone, marking her as his with a love bite like no other. While this is happening, Blake takes her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself from screaming Parkerâs name.
Sheâs lucky that Elliot is staying at Robbieâs tonight or this would be a much bigger problem.Â
Parker sucks harder at Blakeâs skin and this time she canât hold back the moan that hovers in her throat. âParker...â She mutters his name and itâs like music to his ears, only motivating him to pleasure her even more.
In response, Blake drags her hands up Parkerâs shirt, his muscles twitching and tensing up as she caresses his stomach and plays with the hem of shirt. Parker reluctantly loses contact with her neck in order to pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested before. Sure, Blake has seen him shirtless before but this is a hell of a lot more intimate because this sight is only for her.Â
A smirk crosses Parkerâs lips as he noticed Blakeâs obvious reaction to the sight of him. âHuh. You like what you see.â It doesnât really seem like a question when he says that.
Blake just rolls her hazel eyes and doesnât dare to answer him, simply yanking him in for another kiss by the back of his neck. She starts leading him over to the bed and she knows theyâve made when her back knocks into the end. Realising, Parker lifts her up by her thighs and guides her onto the sheets. She sighs in contentment when Parker starts working his hands at her body, caressing her hips as he lowers his head onto her neck once more, leaving another hickey but this time on the other side. Blake moans satisfyingly in response and grips Parkerâs hair firmly, causing him to lift his head and sit up momentarily.
Blake reacts by shooting up as well and bringing their lips together once more, in desperate need for some sort of physical contact between them. Parker responds by latching himself onto her arms and deepening the kiss. He takes this as an opportunity to remove her shirt, breaking the kiss only for a second to complete the action and Blake feels an instant sense of relief when he removes her bra as well.Â
His gaze wanders hungrily over the sight of her bare chest, as this is the first time heâs seen such a view before. Blake suddenly starts to feel self-conscious as Parkerâs gaze drifts further down her body but at the same time, she canât help but enjoy his affection.Â
Wordlessly, Parker gently pushes her back down on the bed and lowers his head into her chest, prepared to supply her with her as much satisfaction as possible. His hands caress her stomach as he kisses in between her breasts before slowly showering her chest with kisses. His attaches his lips to one of her nipples and flicks it with his tongue a few times. Thatâs when he sucks onto her nipple affectionately, stifling a few moans out of her and she pants at the affect his touch is having on her. Sheâs enjoying every second of it. Every twitch, every caress, every time his hand grazes a curve. Blake almost canât handle it.
Parker finally lifts his head after what seems like forever and then he finds himself moving further down her body, leaving a pathway of firm kisses on her stomach before he reaches the top of her jeans. He slides the zipper down and tugs her jeans off as quickly as possible. His eagerness is starting to kick in because of how close he is to getting to taste her. Itâs what heâs wanted for a long time and heâs prepared to make her feel as amazing as possible.Â
Once her jeans are discarded, Parker performs the same action to her panties before settling his head in between her legs. Only now does he realise how wet she is and he sucks in a sharp breath at such a sight. Maintaining eye contact, Parker teases her folds with his fingers and tongue, finding himself too eager to miss a taste of her when he gets the chance. Eventually, his mouth hovers over her clit and he takes her in his mouth at the exact right moment, when her anticipation is at its peak. She slams her eyes shut and savours the moment, enjoying the feeling as her body tenses up pleasure. Parker never slows his movements, not wanting to let her enjoyment falter as he cherishes the taste of her. His fingers continue to work at her folds and he plans to pleasure her this way until her release is mere inches away.
âMmmm... Parker...â Blake moans out of satisfaction, her mind in disbelief that this moment is finally here. She eventually feels herself moving on edge and her release could arrive at any moment. âBaby... I think Iâm gonna...â
Hearing that, Parker lifts his head with a smirk and lets go of her. She meets his eyes with irritation, raising her eyebrows at him questioningly. Parker stays silent and wordlessly removes the rest of his clothes and positions himself so heâs hovering over her. Thatâs when Blake realises what heâs planning instead and she canât help but bite down on her lower lip as she imagines what that could be like. Parker notices how much her eyes have darkened and it drives him as his cock twitches in reaction. His teases her sex for a moment before finally sinking into her.Â
Immediately, Blake releases a pleasured sigh and her body is flooded with a feeling of relief at Parkerâs movements as he explores inside of her. Blake has never experienced this kind of love before and she can easily say itâs the best sheâs ever had in her damn life. Parker could say the same as well, as heâs enjoying this just as much as Blake. They both melt into each other, being sure to make the most of this moment because who really knows what tomorrow could bring? Maybe thatâs why Blake was so eager to do this now and Parker canât say heâs complaining.
Parker eagerly palms her breast as they continue to rock rhythmically against each other. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the dimly lit house and Parker steadies Blake by resting his hands at her thighs. They continue moving against each other until finally... they both reach release.
Later, they both lay sprawled out on the bed, entwined in each otherâs arms. Theyâre both slick with sweat but extremely and undeniably satisfied. Theyâve both never experienced sex as good as that before and theyâre still in disbelief that a night like this ended up leading to that.
Blake tilts her head towards Parker and her hazel eyes light up with energy. âWell, that was... fucking amazing.â She mutters, her head dropping back down on Parkerâs chest as he smooths out her slightly greased hair.Â
Parker lets out a breathy laugh, kissing the top of Blakeâs head. âSure was.â He agrees, burying his face in her hair. He meets her eyes for a moment and something immediately comes rushing back to him and frowns a little.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Blake asks in a concerned tone, noticing his sudden change of mood.
âNothing I just... thought you were gone for moment. It really scared me, Blake.â Parker admits, his tone breaking with a shakiness and Blake cups his cheek reassuringly.
âBut Iâm still here, Parker. You donât need to worry about me going anywhere. Itâs over now.â Blake assures, bringing their lips together briefly and he canât help but form a weak smile, despite still being a little shaken up.
âAre you sure itâs over? Because I donât wanna lose you.â Parker whispers, joining their foreheads together and Blake nods at his words.
âI donât wanna lose you either. If another battle comes around, Iâm sure youâll fight this time and Iâll be right there by your side. Alive.âÂ
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The Master and The God (part 9)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9Â
A/N: In the Last Chapter... You met with a cosmic entity named Infinity who has asked you to help prevent a Universe changing event that is coming.
You walked up to Lokiâs door, still wondering if your choice was right. Was it fair to Loki? Not really, Iâm essentially a parasite feeding off his seidr now. But Infinity said this would make things better and I think itâs fair to assume a cosmic entity knows what she is talking about. You thought to yourself, then again, she could have just said that to manipulate me into agreeing. Infinityâs goal is to make sure the universe is safe; she probably would have said anything to get me to agree. Y/n, what have you gotten yourself into?
You heard one of the guards clear his throat and you realized you had been lost in thought in front Lokiâs door for at least a few minutes. You smiled awkwardly and went to knock on the door but heard a something crash into the wall by the door. You jumped back a bit and looked at the guard, expecting him to rush in and see if everything was okay.
He just shrugged and said, âHeâs been in a mood since you left. Yelling and breaking things.â
You nodded and knocked on the door. You could hear the soft thud of something being dropped to the floor and a cold âEnter,â from Loki.
Loki saw you peek around the door, a little scared of being hit by a projectile. He took a deep breath before greeting you, âY/n?â
âIâm back,â you said as you walked in and set your cane down next to what was a dresser when you left, but now all the drawers were missing and broken, and the clothes were everywhere. âWhat happened in here? It looks like a tornado rip this place apart!â
Loki gave you a once over like he could tell something was different about you already. âItâs fine, just,â Loki paused for a minute. He tried look like he was searching for the right words, but you could feel the lie on the tip of his tongue before he said it, âa little, how do you say it on Midgard? Cabin fever?â
You nodded, that was probably not a lie. It was more of a half-truth. Loki was tired of being under house arrest and stuck in here, but that was not why he destroyed his room. You waved a hand around the room and everything repaired itself. âHow about a little prison break then? Maybe a change of location will make continuing our earlier conversation a bit easier?â You offered.
Loki raised an eye brow but agreed nonetheless. He sat down in a chair and gestured for you to sit in the one facing him. You sat down in front of him and immediately allowed your astral form to be released from your physical form. You looked to Loki but knew he couldnât see you. You put a hand on his cheek and watched him jump slightly in surprise before you moved your hand to his forehead and pushed his astral form out.
âFancy meeting you here stranger,â you said before waving a hand over his body and floating towards the door and Loki followed. âWhere shall we go? And just so you donât think to try something I put a spell on you. If you leave the palace grounds, youâll be shocked and forced back into your body. Itâs not very comfortable. The Ancient One would use that on us in training.â
âThe sun recently set, I know a of a small balcony off Odinâs private library that is great for viewing the night sky,â Loki offered. As soon as you nodded Loki headed off, leading you there. You breezed past countless empty rooms, up a few stairwells, and shelves of books in the library before reaching Odinâs private collection of books. You saw Loki go out the glass doors leading to the balcony, but one section of books caught your eye. You stopped to read the spines of the books and translated the runes. They were about Midgardâs history.
You pulled the first one off the shelf, flipped it open, and saw a picture of Master Agamotto. The caption under it explained that he was a master of magic known as the mystic arts and taught many disciples. It also noted that he was entrusted with the time stone and placed it in the necklace he is often pictured wearing.
You stared at the picture of Master Agamotto and tried to work through that this all meant. Odin had kept Earthâs history of the Mystic Arts existence a secret from the people of Asgard. He himself knew the history and it seemed Frigga did as well but destroyed all other books on the subject. That was some extreme censorship. Is it to make Asgardians feel stronger? You wondered, I want to believe Odin is a good person, was it to protect us from something? But from what?
You were lost in thought, trying to figure out what Odinâs intentions were when you heard Loki right behind you. âY/n, what are you looking at?â
You slammed the book shut and put it back on the shelf, hoping that didnât make enough noise to raise suspicion that someone had snuck into the library. Before you could make up a response Loki continued speaking, âItâs not actually a blank book you know. It only appears that way to people less powerful than Odin. Mother once told me only she and Odin could read any of these books.â
âOh, um,â You werenât sure how to reply to that, but if you wanted Loki to be truthful to you about everything leading up to the Battle of New York you should be truthful to him too. âTheyâre supposed to be blank? I was looking at a picture of the Agamotto, the founder of the Masters of the Mystic Arts.â
âYou can actually read it?â Loki asked incredulously.
You nodded, worried you had messed up again today and this would only upset him more. His eyes lit up a little as he pulled another thin book off the shelf at random, opened it to page, and held it out to you, âWhat does this say?â
You leaned in a little closer and translated the first paragraph. âSomething about Dark Elves and the Ether returning one day.â
Loki closed the book and looked confused as he read the spine again. âThis book is supposed to be about the final battle of Bor and the Dark Elves. We were taught that Bor killed every last one of the Dark Elves and destroyed the Ether on Svartalfheim.â
You took the book from Loki and put it back on the shelf from where he had grabbed it. âIt seems that Odin has censored your history and kept the real records hidden away in this private collection.â
âWhy?â Loki asked quietly. You knew the question wasnât directed to you, you expected Loki didnât realize he even said it out loud. It was more of an internal pondering.
âI think I know why actually, but I need to talk to Frigga more about it before I say anything more.â You replied and turned towards the door to the balcony, âLetâs just go outside and talk. The fresh air will do you good.â Loki agreed without protest and followed you outside.
Loki sat on the stone railing, legs dangling over the edge. You followed suit, sitting with a small gap between the two of you. âI still donât know where to start.â Loki said softly.
âYou can start wherever you want to. I wasnât here when any of this happened so tell me your side of the story. Iâm not sitting here with a negative image of you already.â You told him.
Loki scoffed, âHow can you not have a negative image of me? I helped an army of aliens attack your planet in exchange for the promise of being named its king!â
You placed and hand on his. Lokiâs eyes widened and he glanced at you in his peripheral. âI am not holding that against you. I never did. Iâve spent all my time at Kamar-Taj studying Asgard. I know your past and I know what Midgardian Norse Mythology says of you. I also know Frigga speaks of you with so much love and that she still has faith that you will do great things. Your mistakes donât have to define you. I want to help you Loki.â
âOkay, Iâll being where I think everything started to fall apart, the day that Thor was supposed to be crowned king,â Loki said, turning toward you slightly, âI felt that Thor was not suited for the throne. He was too foolhardy and just wanted to fight and win glory. He didnât really care about the peopleâs well-being. I didnât feel it was fair for Odin to dismiss my claims to the throne so blatantly so I allowed a diversion to prevent the coronation from proceeding. I snuck a message out to Jotunheim and told them to send a couple warriors to reclaim the Casket of Ancient Winters. I hated the Jotuns, and I still do, but they were the easiest of Asgardâs enemies to trick. They were desperate and never fully recovered after they were cut off from the rest of the realms so I knew they would be willing to accept an anonyms message offering to help them; I knew they wouldnât succeed and the Destroyer would kill them. I planned this all as a harmless trick to stop the coronation, to ensure that the date would get pushed back and I would have more time to talk to Odin and convince him Thor wasnât worthy of the throne. Then Thor decided to go to Jotunheim to fight them. I admit I might have supported the idea, but I didnât think Thor would be so quick to agree. I told a guard where we were going and to send Father after us after we left so that Thor would be punished and we would end up dead.â
You made a small sound of surprise, but Loki noticed and paused his story. He looked to you and asked what happened. âItâs nothing, you just finally called Odin your father.â
Loki looked away and you were worried he was going to stop talking and close up again but to your surprise he started speaking again, âAnyway, I was touched by one of the Jotuns and turned blue rather than getting frost burn so I knew something was wrong, after Thor was banished I spoke to Odin about it and thatâs when he told me that I was not his son, but would have been the crown prince of the creatures I grew up being taught to hate.â
âThat would be enough to fuck anyone up,â you commented.
Loki seemed amused by your response, âYour Midgardian simplicity refreshing as always Lady Y/n.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â you questioned.
âNothing negative, darling,â Loki defended himself, âThe brashness of your replies is quite amusing. Itâs so unapologetically honest. Itâs very different from most people here and rather endearing,â you blushed in response so Loki changed the subject, âanyway after that Odin fell into an Odinsleep and being the only heir left on Asgard, I became the acting King. I wanted to finish the Jotuns off like they should have been hundreds of years ago, but now, looking back on my emotions, I realize that I was also wanting to erase my true past. I wanted to cut any and all ties I could have to them so I formulated a plan to sabotage them and elevate myself to the strong hero status Thor held. For my plan to work I knew I would need to keep Thor away on Midgard so I lied to him, telling him father died and though I was king, he would have to remain banished. Then I went to Laufey, claiming I wanted to betray Asgard, but as you know it was just a ploy to kill him, which was obviously successful,â Lokiâs words trailed off.
âAnd then Thor returned,â you offered.
This seemed to refocus Lokiâs mind, âYes, Thor returned and stopped me from fully destroying Jotunheim by destroying the Bifrost and I fell from the bridge. Odin could have saved me, but he didnât, and I fell to my doom.â
You could hear his throat tightening as he neared the end of his sentence so you tried to urge him to continue, âAnd then what happened?â
âItâs getting rather late isnât it?â Loki said, ignoring your question entirely, âI think we should turn in for the night and continue this conversation another day.â
You knew what Loki was trying to do, he was trying to get out of continuing this conversation. He only shared what you already knew, but you appreciated the fact that he was willing to open up, even this much. âThatâs okay, we can continue tomorrow. Thank you, Loki,â you said and held a hand up to his face, making him disappear and rejoin his physical form back in his room. Before you returned to your body as well you took one last glance at the shelves in Odinâs private library. How much else has he hidden? Everything about the Masters, everything about Hela, and apparently the truth about whatever happened between King Bor and the Dark Elves.
You were torn between confronting Odin directly about all this or just privately sneaking back in at some point and reading through more of the books. There was nothing you could do at the moment anyway so you returned to your body in Lokiâs room.
âIâll be back early tomorrow Loki,â you told him as you stood up, stretched, and cracked your neck. âI know this is difficult for you. It must not be easy to relive whatever happened to you, I can see the pain in your eyes.â
Loki refused to meet your eyes. âWhat happened to you out there, Lady Y/n?â He asked.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked in response.
âWhat did Heimdall summon you for?â Loki clarified. He watched your smile falter and knew he needed to press the topic further, âYouâre stronger. I can feel your Seidr burning and the energy in you,â Loki placed a hand over the center of your chest, âI can feel it coursing through your veins.â
âIt seems Iâll have some explaining to do tomorrow as well,â you agreed and removed his hand from your chest, but instead of releasing it, you held it for a moment in both of your hands. âBut youâre going first.â
Lokiâs eyes crinkled into a smile as he agreed. âGoodnight darling,â he said simply and walked away from you towards his bed.
âGoodnight my Prince,â you quipped back as you walked to the door, holding out a hand and your cane soaring into it. You could feel the mirth radiating from Loki at that comment as you left his room and headed to your own.
As you made the short walk back to your room you thought about what your next step should be. I obviously need to hear the rest of Lokiâs story first, you thought. Then itâs a toss up between returning to Earth to begin the tasks of making sure these twins are properly enhanced and everything is on the path it should be or stay on Asgard a bit longer before that and figure out why Odin has been lying to his people.
It was moments like this that you wish you had the Eye of Agamotto to see what different futures held. Though even without the ability to see the future you knew fate would pull you down whichever path is more pressing.
You were so distracted by your own thoughts you didnât even notice Thor until you actually ran into him.
âLady Y/n?â He said as he steadied you, âWhat are you doing wandering the castle at this hour?â
âIâll admit I have no idea what time it is, but Iâm sure it isnât that late Thor,â you said with a kind smile, âsorry, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.â
âWhat is on your mind?â Thor asked. He really was like a human, or rather Asgardian, golden retriever; all blonde, friendly, and kind.
âI had an interesting meeting with⊠a friend of your mothers earlier this evening and Iâve only just finished speaking with your brother. Iâve learned a lot tonight and Iâm not sure what to do next honestly. Iâm not even sure if I should be telling you this much,â you confessed. Just saying that much to another person was relieving some of the metaphorical pressure you felt on your shoulders.
âI didnât know mother had a friend visiting her,â Thor replied.
âIt was just a quick visit. Iâm guessing she was in the area so she thought sheâd just pop in,â you lied.
âWell if itâs about Loki then I can talk to him,â Thor offered, âIâm well aware you can handle yourself Lady Y/n, but Iâm happy to help you however I can.â
You reached up on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair a bit, âYouâre very sweet Thor. But Loki has been nothing but a gentleman to me. Honestly! You must know your brother well enough to recognize that he is not a bad person. Misguided maybe, but not evil.â
Thor flattened his hair and sighed. âIâm not sure what to think of him anymore. Heâs changed so much from when we were kids.â
âWell of course, everyone changes as they grow and learn life lessons. I believe one dashing blond god-man recently learned that fighting isnât always the best answer, especially for a king.â
âYou are very wise for a Midgardian,â Thor murmured. You raised an eyebrow at his comment and he quickly realized what he said came out wrong. âI meant that you have the wisdom of someone who has lived hundreds of years, Lady Y/nâ
âOf course, you did,â you joked. âWell, I should be getting to bed. Loki still has a lot more to explain tomorrow and I have a feeling I will need a lot of energy to get it all out of him.â You were about to walk away when you thought of something. âActually, maybe you talking to Loki would help. But not quite yet, he still needs more time. Goodnight Thorâ
Thor bid you goodnight as you continued down the hall to your door. As soon as you reached your bed you collapsed onto it, the dayâs mental strain finally catching up with you.
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Karma in Retrograde (1)
title:Â Karma in Retrograde
summary:Â When Dabi is struck by a de-aging quirk that regresses him to the most important part of his life, he finds himself turned back to a sixteen year-old U.A. General Studies student with a lot of self-esteem issues, parent problems, a destructive quirk that he can't manage, and no memory of the five years that he's lost - not the mention the fact that his little brother is now the same age as him and one of the top students in the U.A. hero course. In U.A.'s attempt to make up for what they missed and help the Dabi of the past, present, and future, he is placed with the only students that know him and have yet to find out what truly makes the difference between a hero and a villain. There, they must face the question of whether he can change or if his destiny is already set in stone.
â Chapter 1: An attack on a hero support equipment warehouse goes terribly wrong when Dabi is hit with a de-aging quirk.
notes:Â This is going to be a massive endeavor (no pun intended) on mine and @mistystarshineââs behalf, but I could not ask for a better co-conspirator, partner-in-crime, and co-author for this fic. For all we know, this whole thing could be debunked in this current manga arc, but you can pry the "Dabi is a Todoroki" theory out of my cold dead hands. I hint at it in a lot of my fics, so it was high time that I just did it. Mistystarshine and I went back and forth with a lot of jokes and ideas, but she came up with the de-aging idea and my brain ran with it like I needed it to live. I'm so excited for where this is going. It's a lot of headcanons, all things considered, and we've come up with ideas that range from totally silly to dead fucking serious. I'm not joking when I say that we've talked about this fic every night for like three weeks, maybe more. This is going to be crack treated very seriously. Are there plot holes? Sure. Would this actually happen? Probably not. Do we care? Hell no. We're having fun with this! A ton of fun! And I hope you do too reading it. I've got a lot of feels and so does Mistystarshine and apparently this is our outlet.
When he had joined the League of Villains, Dabi had expected to be dealing with pro heroes, not children, but sometimes it was more interesting that way. Maybe it had been a coincidence or fate, but something had aligned in the universe to bring together all his desires. Sometimes the League was fractured and they didnât always agree or even like each other, something that was inevitable when a lot of strange and wackjob personalities were in one room, but hate could make even the worst work with one another for a common goal.
And right now, the goal was to bring down the false hero society that so many people worshipped.
To be honest, Dabi wouldnât mind heroes if they actually did what they had been created to do. However, besides All Might, it had been a very long time since heroes were legitimately heroic. It was hard to be a true hero when all heroes were human and most humans were flawed. Could he fault them for that? No, he was plenty flawed as well. The difference between him and these so-called heroes was that he could admit it. He revelled in it, in fact. The heroes needed to be brought down a level so they could see their distorted reflections as well.
These days, heroes were more about fame and fortune than they were about saving people -- about being good. Even the best of the best could also be terrible people behind closed doors. They werenât the pure-hearted individuals that so many people made them out to be. Greedy, self-centered, brutal, cold. None of those things were in the definition of a hero and yet they applied to many of them out there right now. A true hero would know their flaws, accept them, and work every day to overcome them.
Not too many heroes were willing to do that and so it was the Leagueâs job to show them how. It was more fun than Dabi had anticipated. He should have started doing this ages ago. The years that heâd wasted doing little more than passive aggressive petty crimes on his own were nothing compared to what he was doing now with the League.
Perhaps the most opportune moment of his life, and a surprising one at that, was when Dabi had been put in charge of the Vanguard Action Squad. Although they had attempted to come to blows at first and Dabi still thought that the guy was more than a little broken in the head, Shigaraki had still seen Dabiâs ability to lead. It wasnât something that was immediately noticeable, the scars, staples, and dead but bright blue eyes too distracting, but he had spent his entire life raising himself, making it easier to guide others.
It had given him access to the newest U.A. students. Not one of his original goals, but something that had definitely turned into an opportunity to do even more with his time in the League. He wasnât certain how long he planned on being in it, but for now, it worked to his advantage. In the beginning, he had been aggravated over the idea that he had to deal with a bunch of children, but then they proved to be a lot more interesting than many of the pro heroes that heâd seen so far.
What better way to bring down the hero society and start anew than by attacking the very beginning of the process? U.A. and schools like it were where every hero began their journey. Cutting them down right there, destroying all that they believed in, would cause a ripple effect throughout the entire hero community.
Dabi could see all of it -- the past that brought him to his lowest point, the present that he was fighting in, and the future that could go either way -- whenever he saw Shouto Todoroki.
It had been curious to see Todorokiâs face on the kill list when he and the Vanguard had attacked the U.A. Training Camp in order to kidnap Katsuki Bakugou. Not very surprising, if Dabi was being honest. Like most people, he had watched the U.A. Sports Festival and seen the raw power that made up Endeavorâs youngest son. With his motherâs ice powers in tenfold on one side and his fatherâs fire on the other, he was the perfect storm to make up a hero.
His unwillingness to use the fire half of his quirk had been of note. Dabi had known at least some of what he was capable of and yet Todoroki had clearly avoided using it until that Midoriya kid had forced him into a corner. He could have crushed Bakugou in the last round had he used his fire power -- and yet he hadnât. A hero obsessed with power and being on the top, Dabi doubted that Endeavor had liked that, which had been a pleasure in itself.
To be honest, Dabi had expected to confront Todoroki at some point when theyâd been on the mission to kidnap Bakugou. There was no way that someone like him would let something like a classmate being taken lying down. Perhaps he had lingered too long on Todorokiâs photo back then because Shigaraki had actually asked if killing him would be a problem. Many people gravitated towards people with similar quirks and even felt connected to them on some level.
No, being put into a position where he might have to kill Shouto Todoroki wouldnât be a problem. Actually doing it was another matter. Dabi rather liked the kid being around. Both he and Midoriya were prime examples of who heroes were supposed to be. It would almost be a shame to put them down, not when Stain himself had decided that Midoriya was worthy of being kept alive. Dabi liked to think that if Todoroki had been in the other boyâs position, Stain would have made the same decision.
Maybe it was wishful thinking.
Or maybe Dabi just liked direct conflict.
It had been decided the League would strike again when the Class 1 students began to get their provisional hero licenses. After the whole Overhaul business, Dabi was itching to get back into the swing of things. Heâd gotten a taste of what it felt like to completely overwhelm a hero and it had been addicting. Bringing a hero to their knees had been exhilarating, even more so when Dabi had been recognized for his most recent work.
Endeavor had been officially announced as the new number one hero. All Might was a shell of who he was once. Todoroki finally passed his test and Dabi, being one of the strongest in the League, was given the opportunity to attack the beginning stages of hero society and turn them to ashes. Things were coming together nicely.
They waited a few days before attacking a warehouse that created much of the support equipment for heroes. Not a lot of civilians realized that so many heroes relied on equipment to strengthen or control their quirks. Dabi had never had proper access to it while growing up with his destructive quirk. Who knew where he would be if he had? Destroying the main manufacturer of such equipment would not only cripple the heroes that depended on them, but also deal a devastating economic blow.
Dabi had been quite proud of the idea. The fact that the warehouse was in the sector where Todoroki had his provisional hero license was a bonus.
Those false heroes wasted little time in reaching the scene, but it was too late to save the warehouse or whatever was inside. Dabiâs cremation quirk was overwhelming in its destructive abilities. With the equipment added to his outfit to give him an actual villain costume, he could unleash it even further. Every time he used his quirk now, he felt a wild sense of power and relief. For the first time in his life, his quirk felt better than good. It felt great. He could go to one hundred percent without ever having to worry. This was power, all in the palms of his hands.
And then, without warning, it was all taken away from him.
A warehouse employee was cowering in the corner, trapped in the building by the blue flames. Dabi was thinking that it might be kinder to simply turn him to ashes when a wall of ice sliced through the room and cut Dabi off from everyone else in the building. He spun around and let off another burst of flames just in time to greet another row of ice. Steam, water, smoke, and ice exploded in the room the second the two opposites met each other. Dabi threw an arm up and let flames consume him to protect himself. He built them stronger, pulling them to his arm, and threw them at the young hero who had joined the fray.
Todoroki sliced through the blue flames not with his ice but with his fire and Dabiâs blood boiled. Fighting fire with fire was a power move that few thought of. While Todorokiâs fire wasnât nearly as hot as Dabiâs, it was enough to break Dabiâs flames apart. Even better, as Todoroki countered with his flames using his left arm, he was able to slam his right foot down on the ground and attack with his ice, which forced Dabi to dodge to the left and shoot off another powerful explosion of flames.
âWhy donât you leave this for the big boys?â Dabi taunted, bolstered by the fire that surrounded them, blue and orange alike. It was hotter than hell in here, melting Todorokiâs ice like a popsicle on a summer day.
Todoroki grit his teeth in frustration, though he didnât look anywhere near his limit. Dabi would have to drag Todoroki there until the kid was past collapsing. If he kept fighting, then heâd prove himself to be a hero. Didnât mean that he might not still be killed, but Dabi would prefer it if not. The kill list meant that the targets could be killed if the situation called for it. Not exactly a hit list. They werenât going out of their way to kill U.A. students, after all. Dabi would just get close.
âLooking for a rematch?â Dabi asked as blue flames shot out of his left palm like a tornado. Todoroki skated out of the way with his ice, smothering flames as he did so, and slid his right hand along the ground like he was rolling a ball and then an over-aggressive amount of ice jutted towards Dabi, just as heâd done during the Sports Festival. Dabi couldnât dodge it this time, so he threw both hands out and let off an explosion of fire so massive that it knocked both him and Todoroki backwards and blew a hole in the roof. The building shook around and above them. Another blast like that and the whole thing would come crumbling down.
So focused on his fight with Todoroki, Dabi had completely forgotten about the civilian that he had considered giving a quick death. As far as he was concerned, the only person that mattered now was Todoroki. The villains that he had brought with him must have been dealing with the pro heroes outside. Good. That left Todoroki to him. Dabi wanted to see how they compared.
An ugly grin cut its way across Dabiâs face. He opened his mouth to attempt to goad Todoroki into talking when Dabi was suddenly struck by something sharp in the back. It sent him to one knee and he had to put a hand on the ground to keep himself from falling over. Nothing happened at first. He didnât feel anything. But then a cold chill went over his whole body until everything began to tingle and his vision began to swim. With his free hand, he clutched at his chest, like he might be able to pull his erratically beating heart right out, and then began to struggle to breathe.
Somewhere around him, he thought he heard a voice shouting, âDabi?â but he couldnât be sure. Especially when his body froze without the help of any ice. He gasped in pain and shut his eyes tight as it felt like every muscle was being pulled together by a string and everything was turning upside down and he was drowning and he--
He--
He--
He opened his eyes, finding himself lying on his back and staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling that had a huge hole in it, the rafters covered with fire and ice. The fire. He blinked. There were spots of blue and orange. That was a familiar, if not welcomed, sight. His head hurt like a bitch, feeling like someone had whacked him in the skull with a textbook about twenty times.
Groaning in pain, he pushed himself up with his hands and then looked down in confusion when he found himself lying on a cold concrete ground half covered in ice. He slid his fingers across the ice, taking in the soothing feel of it, but the heat of the fire that surrounded him was beginning to make him uncomfortable. Finally, he raised his eyes and gaped at the scene around him.
Why the hell was he sitting in the middle of a completely destroyed warehouse filled with burning crates and large melting walls of ice?
A bolt of panic shot through him and he jumped to his feet, although he nearly collapsed all over again when a wave of dizziness overcame him. He put a hand on his head, willing it to go away, and then began to search for an exit, lifting his shirt over the bottom half of his face so that he wouldnât breathe in so much smoke, but he was starting to hyperventilate.
Where the hell was he? What was he doing here? How had he gotten here?
He abruptly took notice of the shirt he was holding over his face. It was somewhere in between white and grey, but the biggest detail was that it was too large for him. It hung on him like a loose tent. Half his chest was hanging out of the v neck shirt, making him feel exposed. The black pants were also too big for him, so he went to tighten the white belt around his waist when the jacket took him off guard. It hung over his frame like his shoulders were a coat hanger, but it was the sleeves that caught his attention. There was some sort of metal on them, like something the support course would put on a hero costume.
What the fuck was he wearing?
There was little time to consider what the hell was happening when someone called out, âRyouta?â and his eyes snapped forward, landing on a teenage boy gawking back at him in shock.
It felt as if a rock fell into the pit of his stomach and he choked on the smoke. The familiar face sent him reeling for multiple reasons. He looked like⊠With that two-toned hair and those mismatched eyes and that angry scar over the side of his face, the kid looked dead up like⊠âShouto?â
The kid jerked back at the name, clearly affected by it. He shook his head. No, that had to be impossible. This kid was tall, sharp, muscular -- this one was older. Shouto was eleven. He might not be the soft, little boy that always rested in his mindâs eye, but this kid wasâŠ
Shouto was a boy.
But how likely was it that there was someone running around that looked exactly like Shouto, just a few years older?
âWhat the fuck is going on?â Ryouta demanded, pointing an accusing finger at him. âWho the fuck are you? I swear, if this is some kind of sick prank, Iâm going to flip!â
The kid -- Shouto? (No, it wasnât him!) -- couldnât hide the disbelief from his face. His eyes (one gray and one the same blue he saw in the mirror) were wide and his eyebrows raised past his messy bangs. There was even a patch of ice on the right side of his cheek, just the way Shoutoâs would do whenever he used his ice half of his quirk more than the fire half.
âThis whole time it was you?â the kid asked, sounding utterly gutted.
âI donât know what youâre talking about!â Ryouta shouted back, panic and dread threatening to swallow him. He took a few hesitant steps back, but then had to shy away from a patch of blue fire. âI donât knowâŠâ
That dizziness was coming over him and his vision began to swim again. The kid stepped closer to him, but he waved a sharp hand at him to get him to stop. The kid actually raised his arms in reaction, fire and ice both flaring up. Oh fuck, it was him. It was Shouto. It was his little brother. Except he wasnât so little anymore and he didnât know what was going on and there was so much fire and destruction and he was scared and his head was pounding and swimming in a fog.
This time, when he collapsed, he didnât wake right back up, leaving Shouto to stare in utter confusion at the unconscious body of his older brother.
end notes:
A lot of thought was put into deciding what Dabiâs given name would be, since we donât have it in canon yet. I (Mistystarshine) initially saw âRyoutaâ used in another work. The kanji ç means âburnâ or âbonfireâ while the kanji ä» means âanotherâ. Quite literally âanother fire quirkâ. However, because I cannot just let myself be content, I did some more research and boy am I glad I did! It turns out that Ryouta can also be spelled with the kanji ć , which means âcoolâ. Specifically, this kanji generally applies in a pleasant sense, so like ânice and coolâ or âcool and refreshingâ, but it is written using ć«, Â the radical for ice. A radical is essentially a root word that can be narrowed down with more specific variations. For example, for the words âsunnyâ, âsunshineâ, and âsunlightâ, âsunâ would be the radical. All three words, while having different specific meanings, refer to the sun.
What does this mean and why is it worth giving a linguistics lesson over? It means that the name âRyoutaâ could mean âanother fire quirkâ or âanother cold quirk/another ice quirkâ. That means that (although it would require changing some legal documents if they guessed wrong at first, since it is spelled differently, but the pronunciation is at least the same) the name would have fit whether the child manifested a fire quirk, an ice quirk, or both.
If we get a given name reveal and it turns out we guess wrong, we may go back and edit it. If weâre right, I will be insufferable. (Lanni edit: Iâm a stubborn fool and will probably want to keep Ryouta out of spite because I LOVE IT.)
Also, did you know that Dabiâs scars have been shown smoking after he uses his quirk? Fun fact.
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