#you still have way more privilege than the most gorgeous of gorgeous gorgeous girls

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

If he was a woman, he would be told to get:

- rhinoplasty

- chin and lip fillers

- hair plugs/extensions/blow-outs

- face lift to tighten up that saggy neck

- buccal fat removal

- Botox injections in the forehead

- pluck and shape eyebrows

- eyelash extensions

- crowns for his teeth

- either slather enough makeup on every single day to cover any remaining flaws or

- permanently tattoo makeup onto your face even though the trends change so often that you’ll be doing it all over again in six months

Oh and do this all the time every single day even if you don’t plan on leaving the house because what if someone comes to your door and sees you with your REAL FACE on that’s unacceptable you have to make yourself look like a total stranger and only then will society allow you as a woman to feel confident in your “self” even though your true self vanished about 10 Botox treatments and two facelifts ago.

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, oral (m receiving), etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, extra

wc: 1632

a/n: i havent read the previous three parts in months so if theres any discrepancies pls forgive</3

masterlist

in the time you'd known jungkook, you'd never actually been to his apartment.

he was at university on a scholarship, meaning that he didn't have to worry about paying for schooling or dorming. any money he earned from tutoring or any allowance received by his parents was all his to keep, meaning that his current residence was nicer than that of the average student.

despite being aware of all of this, you were still quite shocked the first time he brought you around.

unlike what you'd expected, jungkook's spacious studio apartment was not filled with nerdy figurines and stacks of comic books (god, that would've been adorable). instead, it replicated the appearance of the average bachelor pad. the furniture appeared of good quality, the bed was comfy, the decor clean, and even the cleanliness gave you a vibe of maturity and put-togetherness that you hadn't quite gotten from jungkook yet. at least not to this extent.

the most shocking thing, though? that was jungkook himself; his look and demeanor while lounging around his apartment.

he'd been growing his hair recently, something which you adored, though tonight had been the first time you'd ever seen him with it without the proper care you assumed went to it every morning. the messy curls laid at the sides, fluffy after a whole day of being worn and played with by the wind. accompanied by that, he donned some loose sweats and a simple tank top, two garments you'd never once seen on the boy. he tended to go for less casual outfits while in public, usually wearing buttoned up flannels or graphic tees.

unfortunately for you, his slight change in look had an instant effect on you. had anyone else seen him like this, you were sure they'd pursue him immediately. as of late, more and more girls were taking notice of him. since meeting you, his confidence had gone up and his way of presenting himself had evolved quite a bit. just a few more months and you were sure he'd become a heartthrob by all definition of the word.

"god, you're gorgeous," you practically whimpered as soon as he let you in, having taken a few moments to simply stare at him before pecking his lips as a greeting.

"oh, i- thanks. you're prettier," he mumbled back as he welcomed you in, "sorry it's a little messy."

he must've been kidding. the place was insanely tidy! you expected as much from jungkook, but it was still surprising to find a college-aged boy with cleanliness.

"it's perfect, baby. show me to your room?", you went straight into business.

with a sheepish smile, he led you to his room.

you had previously agreed that you'd be spending the night tonight. it was your first sleepover at his place, which had you both giddy at the thought. there was no special reason for it other than your sudden insistence for it about a week ago, claiming you wanted to see where a one jeon jungkook spent his nights away from you.

he was shy about it at first, as per usual, but agreed after a few smiles and kisses from you.

and so now you had the privilege of laying on his bed on a saturday night, clad in a pair of his boxers and an oversized shirt of his as you waited for him to do his skincare.

you had insisted on not packing an overnight bag, knowing jungkook would have anything you needed at his place — he was very well put together, after all.

smiling at him as soon as he entered the room, you extended your arms to motion him over to the bed, causing him to chuckle shyly as he stepped towards you. once he was at a close enough distance, you grabbed at his arms, pulling him to the bed and somehow managing to get him to lay down, climbing on him immediately after.

"hey, there, gorgeous," you flirted, hands on his shoulders and full weight sitting on his crotch area. it wouldn't take long until you found a tent under you.

"you don't have to try and fluster me every time you see me anymore, you know ..." he mumbled as he lost any ounce of control under you.

"where's the fun in that?", you smirked as your hands traced their way under his shirt, pulling it off him without a second thought, "god, how'd you get even more handsome?", you groaned as you took him in, so pretty below you with his long hair and his breathless state.

"i- i just- oh-,"

you gave him no chance to speak, choosing instead to quickly throw off your his own shirt and lower your lips down to his. the kiss was immediately heated. you could never really help yourself around jungkook, but fortunately, he liked that about you.

he'd gotten a bit less shy with time. his hands were more willing to explore your body nowadays, currently finding themselves on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

you adored how much more comfortable he'd gotten around you, both sexually and not so. at times, he'd even initiate sex with you. these instances were a bit awkward for him, but you always liked to encourage him, letting him know through your enthusiasm how much you enjoyed it when he went after what he wanted.

however, you still had to keep him on his toes somehow.

like now.

"no touching, baby," you murmured between kisses, grabbing onto his hands and pinning them above his head as you leaned down onto him.

with a simple gulp, he nodded, lips shyly smooching so you'd kiss him again.

continuing your kiss, your hands went down to his torso, sneaking under the fabric and beginning to play with the skin there. your fingers traced the ridges of his abs, adoring how he shuddered against you but made no complaint. the silent effect of your actions only lasted up until your hands made their way north, eventually finding his nipples and tracing them teasingly.

the poor boy under you whimpered against your lips. his arms made some movement, but did not stray away from where you'd left them above his head, still pressed together as he attempted to follow your directions and not touch you.

your next move was to rid him of his clothes altogether, requiring to get off him for a few moments but immediately taking your rightful place straddling him on his bed once more.

"prettiest thing i've ever seen," you hummed as you looked down at him, leaning down to press kisses on every inch available.

"please ..." he mumbled when your lips first made contact with his chest, knowing their next destination.

ignoring him, you continued as before, letting your lips find their way to his nipple and twirling your tongue around it in a teasing manner. your barely there touch had him whining at the contact, wanting more from you.

you took pity on him, deciding to go all the way and suckling on the bud just how you knew he liked. except the poor boy could barely handle the pleasurable pain that came from it. he writhed under you as you alternated between pecs, filling his chest with love bites that'd flourish by the next morning.

the kisses made their way down his body, landing at his happy trail by the time you lowered yourself to your knees at the end of the bed. with a bite to your lip, you enjoyed the view of what was to be in your mouth in mere moments.

jungkook sat up, wanting to see what threat of pleasure approached him next. he groaned upon seeing how hungry you looked eyeing his hardness, but he remained a good boy by keeping his hands to his sides rather than reaching for you.

"a-ah, fuck," he groaned as soon as your lips made contact with his member, lightly closing in on his tip and suckling at it in a way that had his breath catching and eyes rolling back.

keeping your eyes on the trembling boy, you caught glimpse of his hands fisting harshly at the sheets, holding himself back from wrapping around your hair as he usually did. the thought made you smile around him. he was so so sweet and well mannered.

deciding to be just as nice, you engulfed as much of him as you could, practically deepthroating him. his reaction was immediate, whining and writhing above you while you had your fun with his cock.

"p-please, oh fuck, please," he pleaded for nothing in particular.

you weren't one to ever deny him of anything. every one of your actions was meant to aid him in his pleasure.

humming against him, you slobbered all over him, not minding the mess of your saliva and his cum slowly dripping down onto your chin as long as the pretty boy above you was losing himself because of you.

as per usual, his orgasm hit him pretty quick. as shy as he was, he was never too timid to let himself cum when he hit his limit. jungkook was one to appreciate the pretty girl giving him pleasure by demonstrating his immense appreciation.

it always got to you how loud he became while cumming, which was currently causing a mess in your panties. you decided to enjoy every drop of his orgasm before paying mind to that, though.

finally done torturing him by licking off any remnants off his dick, you climbed up his body and sat yourself on his lap with a smile, leaning in for a teasing tongue-filled kiss before humming in satisfaction against his breathless lips.

"did i tell you i love how you're growing out your hair?"

he gulped.

"you've, uh, you've mentioned."

[jacevelaryonswife]

You Really Got Me | Part two | Professor!Michael Gavey x fem!student reader

summary: Suddenly, Michael felt vulnerable, exposed and fragile. Every year of love failure emerged drastically from a blocked corner of his heart. And he didn't like that.

a/n: sorry for the late update guys, I hope u all like it!

word count: 4k

tags: slow burn, power imbalance, slight angst

part one | ewanverse masterlist

Just this time.

It was a surprise for Michael when you showed interest in working with him. He hated being an idiot, he did, but he didn't expect a girl with your appearance to try so hard to work with him. He met many like you in his years of bachelor's degree; beautiful, cool, wealthy and socially successful thanks to daddy’s money. A privilege he never had. And he hated that. Hated it even more that most didn’t care enough about their own education while his life was molded in a continuous effort to obtain a small fraction of the success that his classmates had just because they were born into the right family.

The only thing he could count with was his mind. It's always been like that. And it was the reason for his hard-working social ascension.

Still, he knew that it was wrong to assume stereotypes at that point in life, but he couldn’t avoid such an association until you proved him to be more than deceived. Your performance was brilliant and your grades perfect, the complementary activities you performed were good, but they could be better. And he could do that; he could really elevate his experiences.

The only problem was you.

Well, him, actually.

He wasn’t good with women, he never was, not even with his ex-girlfriend.

He made improvements over the years, made good and loyal friends, although his love life had never fully geared. And that was a problem, because you didn’t present yourself as a love interest, even if his heart beat faster whenever you looked his way.

It was just loneliness, he tried to convince himself, and you were a gorgeous and smart girl. It was wrong, he knew, he was your bloody professor and that could never happen.

Michael truly made an effort not to get lost in those thoughts and not to abuse the power of his position. He didn't want to compromise the promising future in your relationship and that worked for a long time. Until that night.

The invitation to his flat was purely impulsive. The excuse he used? The biggest bullshit ever. And the most aggravating thing: you agreed with the idea. What the fuck was that?

He didn't believe it when you accepted the invitation. He didn't believe it when you entered his home. Not even when you leaned over to kiss him with fear and tenderness, or when he took off your clothes and touched your body, or when you were moaning below him.

Or when he couldn't stop thinking that night.

It's been three weeks since what happened, but his restless mind bombarded memories during all hours of the day.

Your voice, your face, your touch.

Kissing, touching, fucking.

Even in his dreams, you slept next to him since the rain did not allow your return home, waking up the other day with the most sensual shyness he has ever seen. It was necessary to activate all the locks on his body so that he wouldn’t have you again. He offered to take you home that morning, but there was nothing innocent in the request.

And then, there was the awkward feeling after the forbidden sex between co-workers. Obviously, as good adults none of you touched on the subject when you returned to lab, maintaining the false facade of normality, especially in front of Paul, his class of MMaths. Although only the necessary was said between the two of you, the exchanged glances revealed a bubbling intensity difficult to control, which consumed every active neuron in his brain.

He recognized the heat in your eyes, he believed it to be reciprocal, which made everything even more dangerous.

It can't happen again.

He tried to convince himself of that at least four times a day.

Another thing he often did again as soon as he got home was to masturbate. One, two, three times, like a horny teenager when watching bad porn. Thinking about you. Did you do the same when you remember of me? Did you want more? Because even though he refused to admit it, he wanted you.

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Michael was tired of correcting exams, exhausted, to be honest. His head and eyes hurt and a sudden need to stretch his legs made him get up from his office chair and go outside of the laboratory, which was separated by a door. However, something made him stop when he reached the handle.

"Oi, do you remember my friend James from physics? He asked if you're dating someone,” he heard Paul ask.

“Really?” You asked back.

"Yeah, he's really interested."

"Oh... I didn't expect that," you said, "well... I got involved with a person recently, it's complicated."

Fuck.

"I see, but if you decide to change your mind, let me know. I'm gonna have lunch, do you want something?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Okay, tell Michael I'll be back later.”

“Sure.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

What the fuck he's supposed to do now?

At the same time that his body froze, the palms of his hands began to sweat and a brief panic filled his chest. How would he solve that problem? Did you expect something else to happen? Did you want it? Or was it just a polite refusal? His brain was working at a thousand per second while new unknowns emerged. He needed to talk to you, anything, but how? What was there to say about what happened? Cautiously, he opened the door in search of your presence and tried to stay calm when your eyes met his with a smile contained in your lips.

“Good afternoon professor, Paul has gone-” Fuck that.

"We need to talk," he interrupted you abruptly, nervously.

“... okay,” you murmured with big eyes, moving in the chair.

He took a deep breath, staring at you. "I heard what you said to Paul before he left. Was it about me?"

Your posture hardened under his eyes, your eyes widened with questioning. He got you. He was impassive to find out the truth, anxious, almost obsessed.

"Yes, it was," you replied with your eyes down.

Okay.

What next?

“... okay.” His mouth dried up and a large gray image formed in his mind. What should he say now?

Do you still think about what happened? About me?

"Do you want to say something else?" You broke the established uncomfortable silence, making him sigh and close his eyes. He wanted to touch you. Your face, your hair, your lips...

"We need to talk about what happened," he lowered his head in a low voice and less determined than before. Just stop tormenting my thoughts.

“I know, but I don't know what to say exactly,” your voice was firmer than before as you got up and to face it. “I don't regret what happened. I was attracted to you, you're handsome, intelligent, and I really wanted to do what I did.”

Really?

Did you really want to?

His reasoning froze. No woman had said such things before, never, not even his ex-girlfriend. And that caught him off guard. The appreciation in your words heated his heart and radiated through his cheeks like an embarrassed teenager. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling.

Suddenly, Michael felt vulnerable, exposed and fragile. Every year of love failure emerged drastically from a blocked corner of his heart.

And he didn't like that.

He didn't like to feel vulnerable, he didn't like to relive sensations that his brain couldn't contain.

“And I know can't happen again, you're my professor, you're new in here and that can fuck your job. I don't want that to happen,” you added.

"I know," he said after a while. "I don't regret it either," he touched the left side of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb "Not a little."

He captured the moment your lips broke, remaining motionless in front of you, inhaling the charming and spring perfume you wore, feeling your hands lean on his chest while breathing deeper, closer and closer.

So close that your faces were almost together.

Who did he want to deceive? He wanted more. Your touch, your kiss, your scent.

And apparently you shared the same desire, since your lips collided against his fervently, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. He reciprocated the kiss at the same intensity, holding your waist and back, moving his lips deliciously. Your fingers pushed the hair of the back of his head, making him sigh softly during the kiss, pulling you closer, needy for more of you.

Not giving time for the end, Michael started another kiss as he leaned your back against the bench, holding both sides of your face while exploring your mouth with his tongue. It was so good, so right, that he almost forgot about the inappropriate location. Almost. What made him break the kiss.

“Someone can come in at any moment,” he whispered against your lips, sighing again.

"What are we going to do about it?" You asked as you lean your face to his, eyes closing.

After that, he had solved that problem. Rationally? With all the implications in force, nothing should happen. Emotionally? He would go all the way, he wanted you.

But which choice would be appropriate?

And why did his heart stand out so much in that decision? Because suddenly, the consequences didn't matter. It was impulsive, he knows, but who cares?

"I don't want this to stop," he confessed, holding you close.

"Me neither," you whispered, looking directly into his eyes now.

When did it become so intimate?

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And then, sneaking into Michael Gavey's flat became your secret routine. Sometimes you would take an innocent ride with your professor when it was late. Sometimes he found you somewhere far from known presences. Sometimes you would go to his house on Saturday morning and come back on Sunday night. Despite the risk, you were addicted to his smell, his touch and his company (and having sex with him).

That spring afternoon, while you were talking about your hobbies, you told him about your culinary skills and the idea of making pizza for dinner was sudden and welcome. Obviously he didn't have any suitable refractory, but he offered to go to the utensils store that was two blocks away, leaving you with restless and palpable thoughts. What if someone found out? Discretion was essential among you, but affliction and fear were always lurking. He can't be fired because of me. I can't get involved with my advisor. Your heart burned with the present complication in the situation, making you fall dramatically on the couch. How easy was it to surrender to the impulses of the heart, even if improper and dangerous?

Fortunately Michael came back in time to avoid your nervous breakdown, finding you in your panties and one of his old T-shirts that said "that's how I roll".

Without you noticing, he spent a long time admiring you, still standing holding the bags with other useful utensils and a hard stick.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you coming."

And then, you saw that look. That impulsive and almost animalistic side that he had under his methodical persona and that you loved.

You sucked him to the last drop when the bags fell to the floor, going to prepare the pizza dough excitedly afterwards, temporarily forgetting any previous fear of your relationship. As a good lover, Michael returned the favor and delighted himself between your thighs while the dough rested, pulling a white and hot orgasm from you.

"Did you like it?" He asked with a conscious smile, cleaning your sweet juices and leaning over to leave soft kisses on your forehead.

"Do you still ask?" You laughed breathlessly and wrapped yourself in his arms, resting your head against his chest, being packed by his hands afterwards.It was affectionate, intimate and calm.

“You looked great with my T-shirt, by the way,” he murmured against your hair, breathing your smell.

“It's quite nerdy, you know,” you mocked, tracing circles on his arm.

"We're nerds," he smiled and held you closer. “Two big fucking nerds.”

“Definitely.”

The following hours were lazy. The kitchen was pleasantly warm as you transferred the dough to the form while Michael separated the remaining ingredients. All Day and All The Night from The Kinks made you two hum and once in a while his hands circled your waist under protests so that he wouldn't burn the sauce. Although the softness of the situation pleasantly involved you, suddenly, a discharge of reality hit your heart and brain at the same time.

Cooking together, wearing his shirt, cuddling him. So intimate, so dangerous, for you and him both. Damn conscience that constantly reminded you of the fact. Or damn foolishness for letting that happen?

“You're okay?”

What?

“What? Oh- yeah, I - I’m just thinking a lot," you stuttered, lowering your head, trying not to leave loopholes in your behavior that could intrigue you.

“About what?” But when it comes to Michael Gavey, any detail was relevant.

But then, touches came from the door and freed you from making a lie that might not convince you. "I'll be right back," Michael murmured as he adjusted his glasses, leaving you alone with a glaring mind and a pizza to finish. Fortunately the manual work entertained most of your thoughts, although the sound of the door closing with Michael outside did not go unnoticed by you, much less the minutes he spent outside. Whatever was happening left you alert and tempted to spy, but as soon as the impulse was generated, a stunned and restless Michael entered the house.

“Something happened?” You looked at him worried, approaching.

His eyes were fixed on the ground below your feet, turbulent and apathetic expression, strong breathing and trembling hands.

"My ex-girlfriend showed up. She wanted to come in, talk..." he started, still looking down, "She left three years ago, just suddenly decided that didn't love me anymore and left." Oh God. "... I didn't expect that."

Jesus Christ.

Your hands shook his face immediately and pulled him for a hug. “I'm so sorry.”

He was reluctant to accept comfort before wrapping his arms in your body, taking a deep breath, cloistering you, supporting himself, falling down.

"I didn't expect her. I waited for a long time for her to regret and come back to me, but she changed her number, job and city. She just left and never looked back."

Unprepared, just like him, you tried your best to comfort him. "You didn't deserve that, Michael, I'm really sorry."

For a long, long time, you kept him in your arms, in silence and motionless, just holding him, protecting him, trimming him. You didn't immediately notice when he finally found your eyes, but when he did, he came across a hitherto unknown countenance where sadness, confusion and defeat mixed.

A version not yet seen, but so lost and sensitive that it made your heart hurt for him.

“Thank you,” he held your face with his hands keeping you close. Unfortunately, you knew that feeling very well. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Still part of his gaze remained turbulent, the man you admired so much seemed to have returned. “Just stay here.”

Who were you to deny that?

Even with the uncertainty about your relationship, you couldn't abandon him now, you couldn't complicate his head and heart, not after that, not when he needed you.

“Sure.”

The rest of the night was spent almost all in silence. You didn't want to address a painful subject for him, mainly because of his reaction after what happened. It was a complicated situation, especially when your own head was bubbling - however, the need to make him comfortable and know that he was well built strongly. "If you want to talk about what happened, I'll listen," you said during the break of a random episode of doctor who, snuggled up to him on the couch. For a long second, Michael remained silent, feeding your anxiety at the thought that he had gone too far.

"I relived what happened continuously for 745 days, spent a long time thinking about what happened, a really long time, until all the unknowns took the same answer. I'm tired of thinking or talking about her, but I appreciate your concern," he looked at you softly.

"Okay," you smiled and peaked your lips to his, diving back into the comfort of his chest.

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"So, how are things with Gavey?" Miranda asked casually, lying next to you in bed while texting someone.

You swallowed it deep, looking at the wall in front of you. Now, a fun fact: you had not yet told about your situation-ship with Michael.

You thought of several ways to introduce the subject, but no moment seemed right. It was very recent, very inappropriate, very risky. You knew she would never tell someone, much less judge, but a little fear accumulated in your mind. Obviously, the ideal moment would appear soon and you’d reveal your dirty secret. Until then, you would mislead her with an innocent lie.

“I'm fucking him.”

Or not.

“What?!” She almost jumped out of bed, turning completely to face you, her voice rising with each word. "Shut up! Are you serious?! When?! How?! I need all the details.”

And you told her. You told everything. From the first time to what happened to his ex. And of course she got pissed because you omitted the information for two months, but also understood your position.

“I can't fucking believe it, I really need daily updates about all this. I'm being serious.”

You laughed, but humor was the last thing felt.

"I don't know what to do, Miranda," you confessed. "I like Michael, I really do, I don’t know when it started, but what we are doing can generate negative consequences, especially for him, and I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I'm with him I think something can go wrong and it's driving me nuts."

“Oh honey...” She lamented, holding your hand.

"I know what I should do, rationally, but I really don't want to end things, I really like him. He's stabilized, handsome, funny in a very unique way and the sex? Fuck, it’s fucking good, and...” you looked down, “I just wish it wasn't so complicated.”

Taking it out of your chest brought great relief, but not even close to healing such anguish.

"Have you ever talked to him?"

"I wish I had said that night that his ex showed up, but the bitch fucked everything and I couldn't throw this bomb of sentimental confusion at him," you looked at her. "And I know myself, I have to talk to him before I get even more anxious and paranoid."

“Self-knowledge is a blessing,” she shook your hand with a comforting smile. "I’ll be here to support any decision you make."

“Thanks, honey.”

Venting with Miranda appeased part of your fears. That week you were determined to talk to Michael, even if the conclusion was bitter for both of you. It was painful to think about the end of the affair between you, but at the same time it would solve your emotional restlessness. Maybe it would be better this way, maybe all this would be nothing more than an adventure, an experience to be remembered. Maybe it would be better to extinguish the spark before it causes a fire.

Knowing each other very well, you knew that at any moment you would change your mind about your future, but you also knew what needed to be done. Therefore, when he invited you out on Friday night, you had already rehearsed how you would approach the subject.

But Michael decided to surprise you by taking you to dinner in an Italian restaurant far beyond your reality. He also anticipated your protest about the place, assuring that he would pay for everything.

“Oh gosh, no, you don't ne-“

“I insist, no need to worry.” And you knew well that there would be no discussion about it.

The cozy environment with partial lighting was not enough to mitigate the lack of belonging you felt as soon as you entered, but for your luck, everyone seemed too immersed in their worlds to perceive an intruder.

Away from other people, Michael and you sat face to face.

"That's quite a surprise," was the first thing you said when facing his beautiful blue eyes.

"This was the first restaurant I came to when I started making money, I don't know why, I just went ahead and decided to go in. I liked the feeling of being able to finally take the reins of my life, with my own money, and I want you to experience that too," he said, smiling softly at you.

"I'm here with your money," you remember him in a good mood.

"I know, but you'll have yours soon," he touched your hand on the table, watching the waiter politely approach the menu. "Choose what you want, don't care about the price."

And he mean that.

He asked for arancini balls for entry. Even though you’ve never tried it, what could go wrong with risotto balls stuffed with mozzarella cheese?

“So?” He asked excitedly.

"It's really good," you smiled, taking another little ball and leading it towards his mouth, making him laugh before putting everything in his mouth. “The other half was supposed to be mine, but I forgive you.”

"Let me fix that," he repeated the gesture, but you decided to surprise him by licking his finger while maintaining eye contact before eating the arancini. "Are you trying to make me hard in the middle of the restaurant?" He asked quietly, with a hint of fun.

"It's not my intention... yet."

As a main, you chose a classic lasagna and Michael a simple spaghetti bolognese, both accompanied by a Brunello di Montalcino. You weren't a big fan of wine, but you wanted to try the full Italian package.

It's time.

You just felt it.

You had to talk to him.

"So, I need to tell you something," you started, swallowing while you saw it partially hardened. "I... I'm afraid. I'm afraid that someone will find out about us, constantly, and it's driving me crazy. I like you, Michael, I really do, you're fucking intelligent, witty, handsome, but I don't want you to lose your job because of me, that would kill me and that's all I think lately."

He sighed hardly. Collecting his hands and looking down. "I know, this is fucking me too, I can't loose fucking my job.” Suddenly, he seemed nervous about your gaze, as if he was considering something. "I like you too and I don't want this to end, that's why I brought you here," he looked at you with tense eyes. “I think you deserve more than a quickie in my fucking office, you beautiful, smart, hardworking, and I want you to be my girlfriend. Officially.”

What?

“Officially?” You asked surprised, almost panting.

"Yes, I mean it, I want to make this right, I know we can't tell anyone until you graduate, but I want you to be my girlfriend, if you want to."

Whoa whoa. That's huge. Fucking huge. You needed to think about it. You spent weeks succumbing for fear of being caught with your professor, a relationship would certainly not alleviate the feeling, it would just get worse. You couldn't be impulsive and accept-

“Of course I fucking want to,” you almost yelled, holding his hand tightly. “But how we go-“

"The same way we're doing now."

Your chest squeezed with fear, making you look down before answering: "It's just... I don't want to harm you."

"Listen me, if something happens I'm guilty of wanting this situation, not you, it's my choice," he lightly shook your hand.

“I know I'm being paranoid,” you look at him, “But yes, Michael Gavey, I want to be your fucking girlfriend,” you smiled, feeling the famous butterflies in your stomach. "And we can always be more cautious."

He fixed his glasses and returned the smile, an adorable slight red glowing over his cheeks.

"We will.”

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[streets-in-paradise]

The Cheer Factor - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: Eddie malfunctioning when the reader wears thight shirts. Also, most of this oneshot ignores canon events.

Summary: A dissapointment with the fitting of your Hellfire shirt frustrates you and you are too caught in your self conciousness to notice Eddie won't stop looking at you.

Notes: For my dear fríend Luna, fic inspired in one particular plus size girl problem we share. We brainstormed this idea together and i gave it full form here.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Maybe it was an issue of being the only girl in the group, guys didn't seem to mind about that sort of thing. Nobody ever pointed it out since you joined Hellfire, so you just pretended to ignore it.

The club shirt you were wearing was not the size you would usually go for, there was a problem with the fitting you discovered only after trying it on. It wouldn't be the first time that sort of thing would happen to you. You would typically wear baggy-looking oversized shirts for a reason. Many ' easy to stretch' shirts with the ríght fit have been defeated by your voluminous torso before. One of your personal favorites, that you got in the biggest size available at the store, would cover you barely down the belly buttom.

You still felt cute on that one, but you wished the fabric wouldn't get irredemably stucked in your tits on its way down. It was uncomfortable and frustrating, specially when you could tell the shirt could have been a good fit if it wasn't for that detail. That was the case of your Hellfire one, too thight in the chest because it wasn't oversized enough.

Admitting that you felt too fat to wear it was too embarrasing, so you hoped it would just stretch with time of use. Eddie was the onlyone who heard your initial complains after the first try on, but he would insist on reassuring you because he was your friend. You guessed he didn't want to hurt your feelings pointing out the truth when you asked, telling you over and over that it looked perfect everytime you would suggest to change it.

For so, you kept it despite remaining skeptical. The encouragement of your handsome friend inspired you to do it, since you enjoyed it peraphs a bit too much.

However, you couldn't see that his words were the purest truth born from the rawest deepness of his being. He was in love with your body, blessing the mistake making you stop hidding it. The tightness of the fabric enhaced your natural curvy shape and he was convinced that the club's logo had never looked better than it did in your chest. More than once he got distracted looking at you, but somehow managed to hide it through some pathetically improvised jokes. Luckly for him, you never seemed to notice because his overall quirkyness would confuse you.

In school you were mostly covered with leather or jean jackets, but things were different during the first of his campaigns you were involved in. The long hours invested in playing would make you toss any insecurities aside and as the time would pass you would take off all extra layers. From his privileged spot in the game table he would get to see your movements reflect your emotions and would never remain completely inmune to the sight. Joy causing you to jump on your seat a little bit, or anticipation making you lean over with your arms pressed against your tits would get his attention even if you didn't intended it.

It was one unexpected way to make things more interesting, his already high energy would increase for the gorgeous new player cheering him through charming beauty. Eddie had one new reason to look foward Hellfire time and he appreciated it despite how delightfully tortuous it could be. He would be drooling, but burying the evidence in shame because you were friends and he didn't want to ruin it with his lustfull admiration.

However, it was only a matter of time until someone would ruin the delicate balance of misunderstandings allowing him to cover his tracks. The youngests of the group, new additions coming some time after you, eventually did it. 

They just wanted your help. 

“ We have terrible news … and it’s about Lucas.” Dustin was whispering to you at a prudential distance from the group, in a pleading tone. “ Eddie is going to kill us, please help us to soften the impact of the bomb.” 

You had a vague idea of what he meant, aware of his friend’s involvement in the basketball team. 

“ What makes you think he would go easy on me? Sorry, Henderson. If you piss him off there isn’t much I can do.” 

He was terrified, or otherwise he wouldn’t have made that suggestion.

“ Take off your jacket in front of him as we speak.” 

Mike was almost as horrified as you, but the pure desperation made him actually consider it as a possible last resource escape tactic. 

“ To be fair, we have overcome hardships thanks to your tigh shirt before.” 

You could have killed them before Eddie would, if it wasn’t because they somehow validated your perception. 

“ IT WAS TOO SMALL! I KNEW IT!! “ You cheered yourself, completely ignoring their issue for an instant. “ Back when I joined Eddie insisted it was perfect and nobody ever questioned him.” 

Caught up in your thoughts as you were, you completely ignored the implications in their comments. 

“ Thanks for being honest, boys. I will talk to him later, maybe a private conversation would work better to make him favorable to your purpose.” 

At least you tried so, but he began to ramble about fighting a cultural battle that needed loyal soldiers as soon as you brought the issue. His crusade against popularity was bigger than anything and he clearly interpreted it in a very all or nothing way. Despite you were understanding of his viewpoint, you promised the youngsters to intercede in their favor and you did your best. 

“ No offense, Eds, but sometimes you can be full of bullshit. “ You cut him off. “ And with that I mean you are not being strategic, not even from a military standpoint. The enemy nation is stronger than us and with better socio-cultural resources, we can’t beat them by force. Our way should be subtle cultural infiltration, to get them like a parasite corrupting their structures without their acknowledgment. Sinclair could be the key to start a secret invasion and we should encourage his double filiation instead of contributing to its destruction. If one of us mixes with them, the cultural exchange could benefit our public image.” 

Although nicely articulated, the speech didn’t convince him much. 

“ We don’t need their validation, our level of underclass is way beyond that.” 

“ They define the legitimate practices of the school environment, we have to cause an impact in their culture if we want to redefine the rules. “ You corrected, amazed for how well you were pulling that argument.

Maybe you would have done well at debate, although you clearly weren't that good because your conclusion missed the point speaking more of you than of your defended ones. 

“ The kid has the highest chances for that, it’s not like I can try to set bridges with the cheerleaders. They hold the beauty standard and I don’t even fit in my own uniform.” 

Aggressively pulling down the fabric of your shirt in a comically pointless attempt to make it fit as you thought it should didn’t cause the wanted effect. He wasn’t laughing, the anger became frustration as he attentively observed your struggle. 

Eddie raised up to grab your hands and stop the mistreatment by himself. 

“ You are challenging conventionalism, that’s why it looks so well like that. Conformity would be hiding your freaking amazing body in a tent-shaped shirt hoping the world won’t notice it’s different.” 

You felt called out, but also very shocked by the direct meaning of his words. He sounded exasperated yet somewhat seductive and there was no mistake understanding it that time. 

“ You mean it’s cool that I’m doing that, or you actually think I’m pretty?” 

For him hearing you was very frustrating, he wondered how many years of social indoctrination had you endured to end up so blind to the beauty driving him mad. 

“ Of course you are pretty!” Eddie insisted, a soft glimpse of desperation in his tone as he said it. “ You are our pretty girl, we are all lucky to have you among us and you make me the happiest. Since you are up for cultural translations, you bring the cheer factor to the club.” 

The response got you more confused than the phrase itself. 

“ You looked very cheerful to me from the very same day I met you, it’s not like you need me to cheer your campaigns.” 

“ I need you more than what you could ever imagine.” He interrupted you, regretting the double meaning later.” You, my friend, possess all the virtues cheerleaders affirm themselves in on the foreign culture. You are positive, a team player, enthusiastic, dedicated and beautiful. What you bring to the table is the closest to cheering that Hellfire will ever have. "

Your silly giggling made him smile, satisfied with the outcome of his partial confession. However, he wasn’t expecting you would be trapping him in a frontal hug. 

“ Eddie, you are so sweet!” You whispered to him in gratitude. “ That’s the nicest thing I have ever heard! How did it occur to you?” 

His capacity for thinking was completely blocked by the sudden sensation of your body gently pushing against his. 

“ You are an unlimited source of inspiration, sweetheart… Wanna know something more I have been thinking?” 

Your eyes were back at him, head nodding affirmatively as you awaited for it. 

“ You know, cheerleaders are pretty girls doing acrobatics while wearing short skirts and guys in the crowd go insane about them while they cheer for their jock boyfriends… It’s basically a power display reinforcing the hierarchy… Do you promise me you are not going to hate me if I continue?” 

Your smile reassured him to close his point. 

“ The power those girls have in their short skirts, you have in that tight shirt, and you are ours. “ 

His glance was locked in your chest and the heat in your face became unbearable. 

“ Eds… My eyes are up here.” 

“ I made my choice…” 

The chuckling he caused made him aware you were enjoying the attention and that only encouraged him to escalate laying his head on your chest. 

“ This is the most comfy pillow I have ever tried, I could fall asleep like this.” 

His goofiness allowed him to get away with it, you were very pleased following his jokes and enjoying every instant of his praise. The most obvious outcome of your fortuitous talk was witnessing a great confidence boost in your attitude leading to unimaginable consequences. 

The whole table went dead silent when you saluted Chrissy Cunningham as she passed by in the cafeteria and she responded to you kindly. When confronted about it, you simply said you have been approaching her asking for advice because you were working on how to translate the moral principles of cheering to the club’s language and she didn’t mind indulging your respectfull curiosity. 

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh, fuck all the way off.

If there is a bloodbath before she is put down, I will rage.

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LMFAO.

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If you are not careful, he will have your head removed from your body 🙄

I need to watch this man in a role that is not completely infuriating. He's stupid beautiful and so talented to boot. I can't bring myself to brave Guardian but there must be something I can sink my teeth into.

***

LOL, how did they think this was going to end?

I love how it was only Sheng Hong and Changbai who remained standing in the end with maybe one or two others. They are not getting themselves involved in this circle wank. I do wonder, though, how that will work out for them in the long run, because people are generally not fond of those who did nothing to support them in hard times even if they did not directly oppose them.

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LMAO, Minglan is done with poetry and calligraphy and has started teaching them practical things 🤣🤣

Future concubines and stepmothers-in-law, beware!

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Smh. It must be done so she does not become an idiot like you who's easily led by the nose by people with bad intentions.

Seriously, Minlgan is doing this kid a massive favour. With a ridiculous mother like this, things could only go badly for her in the future.

***

Good girl.

I don't know who she inherited her healthy brain cells from, but it certainly wasn't from her parents.

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LMAO, there is nobody I love on this drama more than Shitou 🤣

He's so smart yet so dumb at the same time 🤣🤣

And to think Qi Heng had a Shitou of his own and got him beaten to death for his loyalty. I'm still so fucking pissed about that and nobody even mentions it anymore. Duchess Qi is going on happily with her privileged and illustrious life as if she didn't horribly murder at least two gorgeous young people for the funsies. There is no justice.

***

Fucking finally!

I was wondering how long it would take him to appoint the single most competent person he has on staff for this important task. Qi Heng can continue to rot, stewing on the issue of how the Emperor addresses his dead parents.

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LMAO, of course they did and of course Prince Shen is the idiot who let them.

Also, who is the nephew? Prince Shen's son? With which wife?

***

I still don't understand who borrowed money from whom here.

How old is this son? I was imagining a child but it seems like we are talking about an adult here?

***

He's a goddamn self-serving idiot.

Honestly, fuck Prince Shen and his idiotic sister making excuses for him. And fuck anyone running a high-interest loan operations. Yes, debts must be repaid, but usury is a crime for a reason.

I am so not on their side here. I hate this whole family with the exception of Madam Zhang who had the misfortune to marry into this hell.

***

Oh, shut up, you are fooling no one 🙄

I am also getting tired of him looking for trouble where there is none.

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I feel so sorry for these courtesans who have to deal with idiotic men and their marital problems every day.

She is smarter than every man in this hall combined.

Also, Gu Tingye is not subtle. I hope he compensates her well for listening to this drivel.

***

Of course he did 🙄

Also, why do I care? Let's go back to Minglan and Madam Zhang! 😭 The men can all rot for all I care.

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Oh my god.

Who the hell are these people and why the fuck do I care?

Why can't we just go investigate the salt trade with Changbai and maybe bring down all of Gu Tingye's evil maternal relatives along the way? I have zero fucks to give about Xiao Duan.

[ndrmda]

i’m gonna preface this by saying my brain’s fuckin cooked, like on chronic levels, so in case you notice grammar errors and shit along the way, please know that it’s because of that ( and my lack of respect for the english language ). ANW, hello, loves! i’m milk ( 23, any ). i was supposed to be in the opening with yall but i scrapped my baby sejun ( bxf1 ) at the last minute bc i felt like i wouldn’t be able to do him justice soz ( idk jack shit about tennis ok ). but ig thank god he rip-ed bc then u wouldn’t meet my girlfailure gal JIHYE if he stayed, amirite? 😏 below the cut are well, stuff. tidbits. like!! because you like me ofc & my d*sc*rd is totally available upon req if any of you want to concoct delicious plans over there.

background & personality ( here for the in-depth, sorta decently written, not stroke inducing thing ) ( tw for domestic violence )

basics : 2019 queen ( kxe1 ), daughter of seoul’s commissioner general and a well-known lawyer, the people’s princess

inspired by a lot of things but i would say off the top of my head, she’s like if alicent hightower, sansa stark, cassie howard, amy dunne’s husband issues, shiv roy’s parental AND HUSBAND issues, charli xcx’s brat, & sofia coppola’s filmography are all rolled into one, tied with a miu miu ribbon

your typical rich girl blah blah blah princess syndrome…. oblivious to the plight of the poor….. lives off of daddy’s money…… YOU KNOW IT

she’s def smarter than she lets on but her interests don’t dabble in what most people deem intellectual, so she just lets them think what they want to think bc honestly who gaf

when a girlboss marries a pig of a man, you get one traumatized brat. that’s just the formula

a daughter typically looks up to her mother but not when her mother allows herself to be submitted to the violent whims of her husband. bonus points for irony if her mother is a womens rights lawyer

and don’t get her started with her father. she feels nothing for him but ONLY fear. worst man on earth i hope he d words

jihye is outwardly sweet. well yes, she’s self-absorbed at times and maybe bitchy but not always on purpose. overall she’s an angel. which is to say she’s used to getting whatever she wants because people simply like her yk who could say no to that gorgeous face? ( actively weaponized pretty privilege iktr )

but then that’s the problem because it’s so easy for her to get away with anything & everything dun dun dun dun

underneath the nice girl facade tho is her deep-seated resentment and an unquenchable thirst to be loved that stemmed from her abusive home, which she would carry up to her dysfunctional married life…… girlie just can’t catch a break i fear

really just wanted a happy ever after that doesn’t involve being treated like a subhuman

but oh well she should be thankful for the social security right? ( lights a cigarette )

fast forward to 2024….. ultimately, she is her mother’s child through and through. there is a quote by oscar wilde that pretty much sums up how jihye’s life came to be and it goes: “all women become their mothers. that is their tragedy.” ( sighs and smokes )

met her husband through a betrothal set up by her father and while at the start it was okay ig bc what choice did she have, it started going downhill as he got promoted in the office. he’s different from her father in some ways, but he’s still a shit husband, equally dismissive and emotionally abusive if not more ( smokes up to the filter )

she’s divorcing him now btw so yay good for her honestly ( and is currently setting her eyes on a prize she thinks she solely deserves 👀 )

plots & connections

while i’d like to say i just wanted to keep this intro short and sweet, i’m gonna be honest with you all and hold your hands as i confess that i have no plots planned whatsoever prior to this post, aside from what’s stated in the canon ( and some things plotted with the lovely muns who have approached me so far ). that said, my scatterbrained brain works when it’s stimulated so i’d rather we brainstorm than list the cliche things i can whip up by myself bc trust me, they’re terrible. also, i think that way, we can tailor-fit plots to our desires, yeah? i’m a mess & i’m just babbling at this point but everyone has been nothing but warm and welcoming, so i love yall! i cant wait to plot with each & everyone of you!!!

[visualtaehyun]

Rules: List 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people

Thanks for tagging me y'all @sorry-bonebag @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 ✨

My criteria for a comfort show are gonna be 1) any piece of media 2) that I've watched more than once and 3) that I will keep reaching for. That's it. I can't even explain what the common denominator is tbh?? It's just- the kinda movie or show that I need on DVD to easily put on again and quell the brain worms (yes, I physically own all but #4-#6).

1. My School President: What can I say, this show took me entirely by surprise! I started watching a few days before episode 4 aired - aka the pinky touch ✨ the conversation in the stairwell ✨ and the origin of Gem4th's fanclub name being Khun Nuu ✨ - and fell right in love with it. I love musical storytelling, I love coming of age stories, I love a good romance, and I love found family/friend group dynamics so this really hit the spot for me. I guess these apply to a bunch of my choices for this tag though haha

2. Cutie Pie: I've talked about this show in another tag game (as "A show people find bad but you will defend") and all of that still holds true so I won't repeat it here. I'll just add that this show introduced me to Nunew who's my favorite artist these days. :)

3. Love In The Air (Love Storm): Yup! The show that most people on here seem to recall as that extra horny one lol It's one of the first Thai QLs I watched along with as it aired, maybe even the first one. I started watching when episode 2 came out, I think? And I just loved the D/s-dynamic, lovable brat Rain, and these rookie actors so much that I not only went looking for the bts, cast reactions, and interviews but I even started following Twitter translators for the show and cast. This show (and ZeeNunew lol) was basically my introduction to how the Y industry works, what Thai fanclubs are like, and got me well and truly interested in learning Thai. I think I've seen it enough times to speak along by now cause I also used my familiarity with it to study Thai. And now that BossNoeul are finally getting a new show, I'm really looking forward to seeing them in new roles!

4. Not Me: It's simply brilliant. And it's so grounded! You know how lots of tops in Thai QLs are rich, a CEO, drive a supercar, and live in a gorgeous modern home with huge windows (and death stairs lmao)? I love that Not Me starts in a place of privilege but has White leave that behind pretty early on. Bangkok really is a city where you can constantly see the divide between rich and poor. So I appreciate this show even more after having been to Bangkok. Not Me's characters look unfiltered and real and that's how the entire show feels as well. I just love what P'Nuchy has given us here! Oh and +1 for White narrating his entire story, I just kinda love that in general (also enjoyed Kawi narrating Be My Favorite). The next two kinda fall into one category: shows I loved as a kid, remembered - found - rewatched as a teen, and still fondly remember.

5. Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne: This is a magical girl anime that I first would have seen on TV in 2001. In hindsight, this show's religious themes may have influenced me in my love for fictional faith and devotion. Just a thought, haha, totally don't have more than one dnd character who is majorly connected to divinity, faith, and devotion, even though I personally am agnostic...

6. The Weekenders: I routinely cite this as my favorite cartoon (and I watched- just- So Many as a kid omg). Since I watched this on German TV, I only know the German dub which was honestly really fun. If any Germans read this and have seen that show: Wirsing! The rest is movies all the way down!

7. Timeline: A 2003 movie with a bunch of well-known actors that arguably qualifies as a B movie because it flopped so hard at the box office. It's my trash though. I chose it at the video store, brought it home, loved it, and then proceeded to rent it like once a year lol! It's basically a bunch of archeologists and history nerds travelling back in time to the Hundred Years War to save their professor. It has my preferred time travel dynamic of Everything is fixed and whatever traces in time you leave were already there to begin with.

8. Inception: There's several Christopher Nolan movies I love but this one is just so grand and fun and maybe I also had a bit of a crush on Elliott Page back then 👉👈 I'm a born nerd so naturally teen-me used "Non je ne regrette rien" as my alarm for years lmao This category is basically just Disney & co. musicals lol

9. Mulan (1998): If you asked me to choose my favorite from the entire classic Disney musical line-up, it would always be this one. It's the queerest, of course I'd always choose it!

10. Anastasia: You know, I looked at my shelf full of cartoon musicals- no wait, High School Musical and Pitch Perfect are next to them, hm, wELL- at my movie musicals shelf and it came down to choosing between this one and The Swan Princess (1994). And this one just kinda won out because "Once Upon A December" is impeccable! And now I've got it stuck in my head 👍

Since it took me a few days to get back to it, this has clearly made the rounds already. Who to tag?? Uh-- @pharawee @airenyah @telomeke and whoever sees this and wants to do it of course!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 3 - Sweet Perfume

"Finally, some new, fresh faces around here, and how wonderful it is, seeing something other than demons around. It was seriously beginning to get old and boring." the teacher for this class was a beautiful woman with long, ebony hair, slightly wavy, with blue eyes like a gargoyle, penetrating your soul with a single gaze; and her lips were plump, red and shiny. Her make up was done bold and dark, making that deadly shade of blue-grey stand out even more. "Let's see... You must be Kitsune... And my, what a gorgeous lady we have. I was lucky enough to have Solomon in my class too, and he's quite the excellent student. As to be expected of someone who bonded with none other than Asmo~." the woman giggled lowly, leaning back on the teacher's desk.

"The pleasure is all mine." though having good intentions behind her response, Kitsune didn't realise the implication, or the way demons think, thus, not comprehending the reason behind the woman's devious smirk.  "Oh, I'm sure it is~." a low, seductive hum resounded through the place, making some of the lower demons sigh and lean forward on their desk. "Yikes. That's a succubus for ya. She's really scary." Mammon whispered in the fox girl's ear. "What's a... Su-... Bus? Whatever you said." she discreetly eyes the Greed Avatar from the corner of her eyes. "It's a Lust demon. They can charm and seduce anyone. Well - I guess it matters whatever power level they and their victim have, but it's still scary. Ye may be immortal, but you're still an earthling and stand no chance. Careful of Asmo too, he's the most powerful charmer. One look in his eyes and ye'r under his spell!" his agitated warning made Kitsune realise that all demons have their own abilities their are proficient in, and that somehow, she has to understand them all... And learn their undoing. "You see, Mammon... That is just my luck. I have the aid of all of you, yet nobody knows anything about me or my abilities. The way I see it, the advantage is solely mine own." subtly, the Greed demon saw the corner of her mouth turning upwards - If he thought succubi looked stunning and devious, Kitsune looked other-worldly and enigmatic.  "Oh, how naughty of you, Kitsune. For a new comer, you have the guts to be whispering in class, thinking I wouldn't be noticing? How adorable. And you, Mammon, though you are attractive, you fail at seducing anyone with that goofiness of yours, yet you dare disturb the class. Should you have been cutipie Asmo, then... That wouldn't have been such a problem. What have you to say, in your defense? Or, perhaps you are ready for a demonstration in front of the class? Do you wish to be seducing the new student?" the teasing from the teacher only made Mammon yelp and blush furiously, trickling down from his chair, and under the table. "Oh, so you're more of a hands-on, tongue-out type, hmm~? How shameless of you, in front of all your classmates, to show such exhibitionism --" the more she talked, Mammon must have jolted up in his skin, for the desk was hit roughly with his head, and it was set up in the air. "So you say, should I be successful in this class, I will be getting certain... Privileges? Then... Asmodeus, would you like to... Teach me... What this class entails?" raising up from her chair, she prowled in front of the Avatar of Lust, who looked up at the girl with the fakest sweet smile there was. "Wait, Kitsune, don't--" Mammon tried to warn the girl, but was silenced by the teacher. "Ohhh, how daring, I already like you, Kitsune! I have to admit, you're rather pretty - Though, not nearly as pretty as me, obviously. So, you want me to teach you? I'd just love to teach you everything there is to be taught about the art of charming." he hummed, raising his hands and slowly reaching towards her face, cupping and caressing her soft cheeks. "Your skins is so delicate, it is as if I am touching Ranunculus flowers. Did you know they are said to have the softest flower petals? I think you're putting even that to shame." the more he spoke his honeyed words, the closer his face got to her own, and his amber eyes that shone like gems were staring deep into her soul.

"What a lovely attempt at trying to charm me. Unfortunately, I am not touched in the least. I wonder if it is because of my age, or because..." eagerly pushing his hands away, Kitsune allowed her spiritual form to take over and she grabbed his face - Her eyes flashed green, and she brought his lips so close to her own, that he could feel the silky plumpness of her rose-like petals.

"You're not my type." from the shock of not only his pristine clean record of seducing being splattered with blots of dirt, but also being rejected and having a tiny bit of his life energy taken away, he jolted away from her, watching as she let out a rather amused laugh. "What is it, Asmo~? Were you shocked? You see... Silly enchantments like seducing and charming will never work on me... For, I am a Fox Spirit." her hand was raised up, hiding that annoyingly attractive taunting giggle of hers.

"You see, Asmo... I think that... You rely on physical beauty far too much, and you fail to realise that there is more to life and beings than their appearance. Or... Mayhaps is that... All you have is your outer beauty, and you cling onto it so desperately? Is it that... You secretly wish to be recognised for more than the pretty face that you are? You want to prove that your inner beauty is just as profound as your exterior one? Do you wish to be praised and exalted for your kindness? Or... Is that beneath you, demons?" though she would brush her fingers over his fringe, just like a ghost, or the tip of her pointer finger nail would leave traces down his face like a phantasm, it only made the demon get angrier and angrier. He started making a fuss, and with a childish stomp of his foot, he stormed out of the classroom furiously.

"I've never seen that cutiepie Asmo get so angry before. I'm not sure whether or not you're a master or a complete failure at Seductive Speechcraft, but at the end of the day, I suppose I can conclude that I am rather impressed... In an odd way." the teacher let out a scoff of disbelief, turning back to her seat and beginning to go over the introductory lesson of the day.

Were all lessons going to be problematic, Kitsune wondered, amused at how immature some demons can be. Though, the easier it is to annoy them, the better - They sure are fun to tease, and Asmodeus was such an easy target, with that awfully fake high self-esteem facade of his. Satan is adorable to fluster, and Mammon... He's an easy victim, and whilst the vixen would like to tease the life out of him... He's already mocked by everyone, so she feels protective over him. Though he tries very hard to be cool, he's just a child looking for praise and validation. What a darling.

Before the class ended, the door to the room was opened, and Diavolo himself stepped inside, a large, cheerful grin on his face.  "L-Lord D-D-Diavolo, what are you doing here?" the succubus teacher widened her eyes in surprise upon seeing the Prince. "I was just passing by and I remembered Kitsune has this class now. I wanted to see how she was enjoying her first classes at RAD." just as he explained, the sound that called for the end of the class rang, and the fox girl chuckled. Kitsune was the first to get up, and stepping next to Diavolo, she reached out to grab his chin, pulling him down to her level. "I am enjoying this new environment very much, thank you." with a wink, she walked right past him, and out of the classroom, hearing his mirthful laughter in the background.

The last class before lunch was Magical Potions, luckily enough, it was very close to the other classroom. Unfortunately, Mammon wasn't in the same class that day, and neither were Satan or Asmodeus. By the time she arrived and saw the placard above the door, she entered - There weren't many students present, save for three that were garbed in a completely different kind of uniform, and their silver haired friend - One of them felt like a human that possessed great magical powers, while the others held a warm and kind, white and bright aura around them. They must be the transfer students, the woman concluded, as she made her way towards them.

"Hello. May I deduce that you are the other new students? It is our first class together, I am honoured. You may call me Kitsune." though she bowed to no one, she offered a brief nod of her head and a pleasant smile. "Sound deduction, and I have to say, I am the honoured one. Though I am hundreds of years old, I never met any of your kind. I am Solomon, a wizard, and these are Simeon and Luke - They are Angels from the Celestial Realm." the wizard nodded his head back, all of them greeting her with warmth and friendliness. "Celestial Realm, huh? Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't conform to the uniform rules anymore. Is it safe to assume you are more familiar to the subjects? Because I am honestly clueless, though interested." the girl explained, smiling lightly at the trio. "Wow! Are you really a human? I've never seen humans with fluffy ears before!" the little one had wide eyes from shock and surprise. He looked up at those ears as though he wanted desperately to feel them up. "A human? Hm... Am I, now~?" Kitsune hummed, amused at the naivite of the little angel. "I suppose I should say that I, at least, do count as a representative of the human realm - Although I have been born as a kit, and grew as fox-kin. Naturally living for as long as I have, afflicted naught by growing old  and wary, nor of the humanly diseases - So, am I really fit to serve as a human standard? Well... I would say that is for everyone to decide for their own." 

"...So... You're a non-human living in the human world, yes?" Kitsune nodded. "How did Lord Diavolo manage to choose two immortal non-humans as human representatives, out of the billions of normal humans on Earth?!" the boy gasped in disbelief. "That, little one, is something for you to ask him." Luke looked up at the taller woman and stared in awe at that calm, passive smile of hers - It felt as serene and heavenly as Simeon's. He deduced she must be a good-hearted woman - Yes, she had to be! He feels no ill-will from her either! Thrown in the deepest pits of hell, he must protect her and bring her to the warm, Celestial light! "Now, now, Luke, stop staring at the poor girl, you're going to give her the creeps." Simeon chuckled softly, patting the boy's head. Kitsune took this brief moment of silence to analyse the three. She felt absolutely no malice from the little one, though, she could see the silly innocence, born out of ignorance and indoctrination - Maybe even some prejudice and anger issues. Simeon, on the other hand, was the exact opposite - Devious and easy-going, with a tint of treachery, but good-will overall. Angels were a weird race, Kitsune concluded - From her brief interlude, she picked up that Angels were supposed to be the ultimate good, while Demons were sitting on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, the ultimate evil... Yet it seemed not that way, from what her esper feelings gathered. It was... Peculiar.

And then, there was the sorcerer before her. She could barely read him - It had never happened before. It was almost as though he had put some kind of barrier to keep out any thing that might penetrate his heart and mind. How intriguing, yes, very interesting indeed  - For a human turned sorcerer, that is a fantastic feat to accomplish, how impressive.

But the problem was - No matter how intriguing the silver haired man before her eyes seemed to be... There was something about that Demon Lord with that silver tongue and sweet smile, all those which they harbour an endless void of rage. For what reason? What is it that he is suppressing to dearly? Shackled with magical chains, away from even his own knowledge?

The teacher then entered the room, and the four exchange students had to scatter to their desks - Luke, surprisingly, wanted to sit with Kitsune, under the pretext of 'protecting' her from the evil demon, thus, Simeon paired up with Solomon. It was a complete disaster, as they had to brew a potent poison, and Luke would only speak of cooking analogies. Kitsune turned back to her two fellows, staring at them with a pleading look, to get some aid at what the hell they were supposed to do. Stirring clockwise and anti- clockwise, in zig-zag, up and down, left and right, and on each diagonal. At certain intervals, they had to add minced herbs of some kind, crushed powder made by them, and some juice made out of flowers and beans. All these words were completely foreign to Kitsune and all the knowledge that she held paled in comparison to everything that was written on the textbook laying innocently on the desk, almost taunting her.

And the teacher did little to explain the basics of potion-making to the single newbie of the class. 

"It's alright, Kitsune, I only know because that is what I've been doing my whole life, after all. Your kin is known for their remedy-making, antidotes and poisons, with a sprinkle of magic - But there are certain peculiarities that only happen with Demon magic." Solomon smiled gracefully at the girl, and the two pair become one. They united the two desks and started working on their potions. First, the sorcerer showed Kitsune how to properly crush the Nightlock berries under the knife, and mix its juice with the Deadly Nightshade fermented wine - The Fox Spirit mimicked his actions with careful movement. "That's very good, Kitsune. Now, let's cut the Angel's Temptation flowers. As you can see, they all are in various shades of the rainbow, and we must add them in the exact order shown in the recipe." as Solomon explained, the red haired woman reached out to pick the flower up, only to have her hand held by the brunet Angel, who looked at her with concern, yet also, a kind of brotherly kindness.  "Kitsune, don't touch that flower. It's incredibly poisonous to the touch, even for us, angels, and demons alike. I don't want to imagine what it could do to your delicate hands." he said, caressing it dearly.  "A beautiful flower such as this, poisonous to mere touching? How can that be?" her green eyes widened, looking forlorn at the gorgeous plant sitting lonely on the desk. "Everything can be dangerous, one way or another. That's why it's called the Devildom. Even the things you least expect can harm you. That's why you should exercise caution. But don't worry, I'm sure the demon brothers are taking good care of you." contrary to the previous worry, he now seemed almost shady, speaking of the demons, almost as if there was some kind of undertone she wasn't quite picking on. "Then, how are we supposed to cut it and add it to the potion?" Simeon, once again, smiled brightly and after gingerly letting go of her smaller hand, picked up a scalpel and a pair of tweezers, and proceeded to demonstrate with perfect accuracy and delicacy how and where to cut each of the flowers, then guided her own hands to do just as well. "You're doing great, Kitsune. Now, that the flowers are added, we should stir in the cauldron - Five times horizontally, ten times anti-clockwise, 3 clockwise, once vertically and twenty times on each diagonal, starting from top left to bottom right, and vice-versa." "It's easy, just like in cooking! Let's do it together!" Luke's cheerful voice boomed, urging the fox lady to put her hands on the large ladle and stir as instructed - He had such a focused, yet happy expression that Kitsune simply let him do most of the stirring, as she gazed at the beautiful pearl-like sheen of the potion, iridescent - Once they stopped and allowed the liquid to rest, it started glowing powerfully, and changing colours. A glittery, thin thread of smoke was coming up from the potion, and it emanated a sweet perfume, inciting, almost encouraging you to drink it whole, like the most luxurious dessert there was. "I must thank you dearly for all the aid that you have given me for this lesson. Without you, I would have been entirely lost. Is there any way for me to express my gratitude properly? A simple invitation to tea simply cannot do justice for the amount of help that you have offered." her hand was over her heart, nodding her head in thanks. "No need to be so formal with us, Kitsune, it's alright, we're all friends here. Us, exchange students especially, must stick together. How about you come over to the Purgatory Hall when you have the time? It's where we stay." Solomon suggested, and the others were in agreement. "Maybe I can cook something for you!" in an instant, the two angels had alarmed, horrified looks - There must be something wrong with the sorcerer's cooking... But how could such a talented man be so atrocious at something so similar to potion-making?

In the end, they were quite literally saved by the bell, and also, by some kind of sound that her cellphone made, followed by the faint vibration that she felt coming from her sleeve. With the help of Solomon, she realised that she had received a text, from Diavolo himself, asking her to come to his office at RAD once her classes were over. Surely, he must know this was her last subject for the day, otherwise he wouldn't send this text at the exact second that the bell had rung - Yes?

With a mischievous smirk on her face, Kitsune picked up the cauldron, and although heavy, she wanted to show the very curious man what she had been up to. It was already enough that he checked on her barely two hours prior - It was no wonder, with such a child-like curiosity - It was adorable and amusing, and of course, she was going to indulge him.

She minded naught the weird looks she was being given, nor the amount of times she had to ask for directions... Or when she was on the verge of being attacked, under the pretext of attempting to kill the Prince. Ha - As if Diavolo could get himself killed with something as silly as a poison brought in a cauldron. After a long journey through the maze-like Academy - Why was everything a maze in this Realm anyway? - She ended up in front of the large, deep black ebony massive wood door. Though she was unable to properly knock and announce her presence, she summoned one of her tails to reach inside her sleeve and lightly tap the phone on the door frame. Once the Prince allowed her entrance, Kitsune used another tail to open the door. And another. And another. In total, seven tails, and her own back pushing against the door.

"Forgive me, Little Prince - Alas, for my human strength, this door is far too heavy to open by natural means. Could it be that demons naturally possess strength far above that of the average human, then, if you can afford such a continuous workout everywhere you go?" the red haired woman stepped inside, demonstrating her struggles as she pushed herself against the door, this time, to close it.  Diavolo, in turn, blinked crestfallen for a few seconds, only to burst into laughter. "My, Kitsune, do forgive me - I, and everyone here, is so used to these things that we didn't realise it took more effort to other races. On a lighter note, it's only my office door that is made of the most massive wood in Devildom - I wanted it to be shiny and black. I always thought it's a beautiful colour, and it helps me relax and think in peace." he rose from his desk, walking from behind it. "I am glad that you could come over on such a short notice - I hope there was no urgency though. I simply wanted to ask your impressions on your first day of school here." he gestured over for her to on the comfortable arm chair, made out of burgundy wine-coloured velvet and it had a black and gold cushion. In front of it, another black, wooden tea table, and its armchair twin just opposite of it. "Prince, you are far too generous, thinking of someone like me. Though it is you who has come up with the scholar-program, your benevolence is above that which most demons have the reputation of having. In fact - I have figured out your intentions, thus why I have gone through the hilarity of this situation, to bring the potion we have made - Myself and the other three exchange students, in fact. I found it to be rather beautiful, though most deadly. Is that not completely fascinating? Its colours, the glow, the glittery twinkle of the fine smoke, and even this scent." she spoke as she comfortably sat down, placing the cauldron on the table and motioning for the Lord to follow. "Oh, I see! To think that you would start with a poison, of all things. I haven't changed the schedule to accommodate the exchange students. I apologise, I didn't realise the curriculum wasn't beginner-friendly. I will have to make adjustments immediately, thank you for bringing that up to my attention --" but the woman raised her hand up, in a motion as to stop him from speaking any further. "Us, 'humans', as you so silly call me, have a saying - When in Rome, do as the Romans do - Which means, of course, that one must adapt to the living conditions of the parent home where you take temporary residence at. It was not my intention to make you feel guilty or reproach you, by any means. Considering that I have had at least one of the brothers, or the other exchange students with me in every class so far, I was guided, very patiently, might I add, on the right path. I have nothing to complain about, thus, there is nothing to be changed." those shining, molten gold eyes of his peered with interest into her own. For a few seconds there, they shared deep looks. "There's no need to be so formal with me, Kitsune. I may be the Prince of this realm, but I'd like for us to have a friendly relationship. And, above all, I wish for you to have a comfortable stay here, but also, learn something new from us. If there is anything I can change to the way this school works to accommodate you and make you feel at home, I would gladly do anything in my power to achieve that. I just hope we can work together for the betterment of this exchange program and all the participants involved." he explained with a serious tone - Determined, but also kind and understanding. "Adaptability is one thing, but you are not alone here. The brothers and the other three exchange students are there to help you... And, of course, you have chosen me as your guide. Let me do my job, please."

Kitsune blinked at him slowly. The Prince could see her pupils dilating just a little bit. She seemed intrigued, but judging by the way the corner of her mouth twitched upwards, exposing one of her elongated canines, it seemed she had some kind of mischievous, playful thought running through her head. "Could it be that you wish to... Tame me, Little Prince~?" the man was taken aback, and he straightened his back instinctually.

"Tame you? Kitsune, you are not an animal to be tamed. I wish to befriend you, not tame you." he immediately defended himself. "Forgive me, there might be some kind of conversational barrier that I cannot understand. I only hope my feelings and intentions are received."

The Fox Spirit smiled, her eyes closed as she looked away, shielding her mouth with her sleeve. "It is you who should forgive my manners, Little Prince - I have come to love teasing you, for whatever reason unknown even to me. I suppose it was a fault in my logic, however, to think that you might have been able to not only acquire, but also, finish reading the book that I have mentioned before." a lightbulb seemed to appear above that red hair of his, and he grinned widely.

"In fact - I have! Barbatos is fantastic when it comes to these things. He was able to get to the Human World and get this book just before the bookstore closed! I tried to have some light reading, but I haven't been able to finish it yet." surprising the vixen, Diavolo rose to his feet and went back to his desk, and from one of the drawers, he revealed the book itself, winking at her playfully.

"I'm supposed to do work here only, but sometimes, a little break, a little reading with some tea, can up the productivity levels. But don't tell Barbatos that, he'll scold me again."

"What a naughty, naughty boy you are, Little Prince." the woman let out an amused hum, leaning forwards and pouring some tea into both their tea cups. "I recommend Chapter 21 especially. It ties well into our conversation. And, to answer your previous concern - There is no misunderstanding - Once again, it is a fault on my part. I have been rude to my host, teasing him too much. You will have to forgive me on that... And, should you wish to... Tame me... I shalt not be opposed to it." the questioning look on his face was answered by a nod of her head towards the book - He needn't any more hints. Now, he understood, and he was even more eager to finish reading said book, just to get into the game she weaved for him. Somehow, he felt caught in the web of a spider, and he didn't want to struggle at all.

"Mind if we have some tea tomorrow as well? Surely, I will be done with the book, and we can discuss it properly." he watched the way she casually nodded her head, that beautifully luscious, crimson hair dancing softly around her with every move. He has seen many females before, so why was she any special? There are plenty of beautiful women with red hair and green eyes... But somehow, none can match her glow. Why? Why was that taunting spark in her eyes so attractive, and why was that hue so out of this world? Why were the features so graceful, and visage, flawless? Every expression was calculated to with perfect accuracy, and each wave of her hand was changing the rhythm of his heart beat.

"Forgive me, Little Prince, it seems that I have cause you a great disservice. Tachycardia is a nuisance, I would know. Allow me to alleviate the damage I have caused." though she apologised, there was no trace of truth on that smile playing on those pink, wet lips. She took the smallest sip of tea. Diavolo's mind was a complete mess - Though he wouldn't allow himself to show weakness so easily, he wondered, how can a being so much younger than himself, thousands of years his junior, be capable such calculated schemes that work even on him?

There were hundreds of witches with far more experience, and even lust demons - Asmodeus's disciples even - And none succeeded in getting his attention quite so easily, like the fox lady before him. Not only that, but she so easily teased him, without fearing any consequence or repercussion.

Does she not know how dangerous demons can be? Monsters, beast - All of them falling prey to sin and temptation. She may have some powers and years of knowledge, above the average human, but she knows nothing of his own kin, or the atrocities he is capable of. Burning the three realms with a flick of his hand is measly. 

But then - He realised, what it was that attracted him from the very first second that Kitsune appeared before him - It was her pure soul. No - It wasn't innocent by any means - It was broken, and lonely, and in desperate need of mending and sewing together all the shattered parts. It was in need of protection and analgesic treatments... But underneath all that pain, loss and sorrow that accompanies every being that has roamed the world for so long, there was a certain bright light, desperately flickering through the cracks, begging to be dragged out to the surface. It was calling for him, just like a crash survivor reaching out to the single thread of hope that is nothing more than a spider's web.

"Were you listening, Little Prince~?" by the way he blinked and showed a guilty smile, she needn't an answer. "My, my, have I bored you so already? How awful of me, do forgive me... Allow me to wipe away the sleepiness from your lashes." before he could blink, Kitsune was towering over him, her hands daring to cup his face, as her thumbs traced gently the smooth skin from underneath his eyes. The Prince was breathless, unable to break eye-contact with her. Was this how all victims of Asmodeus felt? "Feeling any better, Little Prince~?"

Oh, how he craved her warm touch on his skin, more and more... And more. "Yes, in fact, I am already feeling refreshed for the day, thank you, Kitsune." he gave her a sweet smile, leaning into her touch and kissing the inside of her wrist so shamelessly. "If I may be so bold, I would also like to request you to continue calling me Your Little Prince. It is quite endearing." though surprised at the way he so easily regained composure, and even retaliated, she couldn't help but grin.

"O, but Diavolo, my dear, you are mistaken - You are not mine, and nor am I yours. For now, you are simply that - A little prince, just like a thousand others little princes that have existed, and will exist, and still exist even to this day." the man frowned at her enigmatic, harsh words. "I have not tamed you, nor have you tamed me. I am, for you, just another human, like a hundred thousand other humans alike - And for me, you are just that, a demon, from a hundred thousand other demons alike. You are not special to me, and nor am I, to you. It is familiarity that makes one special - Thus, once we have tamed each other, the next time I gaze upon a field of wheat, shining in the burning sun like gold, I will be reminded of yours eyes. Do you understand what I am trying to say... Little Prince~?"

"I see walking through my flower garden will be a delight." he grinned, alluding to the beautiful glow of the red flowers growing in intricate flower beds and arches. 

"Then, will you be responsible for that single rose that you have tamed? You become responsible forever for the rose that you have tamed." she explained softly, only to feel herself being pulled to sit on his leg, a cheeky grin on his face. 

"And if you tame me, will I become unique to you? Will you be responsible for me, as I am for you?" the red haired maiden scoffed in amusement.

"You have grown bold, little lordling. Bold, yet not unwise." the proximity allowed Kitsune to smell the sweet perfume of the Demon Lord - It was strong, yet not unpleasant, and it drunkened your whole senses. She suddenly felt her own heart arrhythmic, and her body was warming up.

What was she feeling? It was a feeling akin to no other. It has been almost five centuries since she last felt her body so tense and hot, yet never from something as mere as sniffing this particular scent. What was it? Something that seemed like an intricate floral mix, with hints of wood fragrance? Diavolo couldn't hide his grin for long, as he felt her own heart beat rising in count, and thanked his heightened senses for that - It was then that Kitsune realised the type of rich perfume the Lord was wearing.

Similar, yet more masculine than the scent she felt from Asmodeus. In stead of roses and vanilla, Diavolo wore more cinnamon and sandalwood, with some Jasmine and chocolate. It was the sweet scent of an aphrodisiac.

"I will change the curses professor and disallow practicing on unwilling participants to the class. I will make sure the seductive speechcraft lesson goes without any rude comments that might lead to misunderstandings... Though, I am impressed with the way you made Asmodeus run away like that. Also, I will make sure that all potions and ingredients are revised beforehand, to reduce the risk of accidents occurring. As well as that, of course, I will make sure to have the freshest human ingredients delivered to the House of Lamentation every morning. Are these solutions to your liking, Kitsune?" her otherwise enticing expression changed to surprise. "Yes, I was listening to you just before, to answer your previous question. I was taking some time to deliberate on the right course of action." that roguish side grin of his only made her chuckle, looking away in amusement.

"Very well, Little Prince, you impress me so. I dearly hope you continue doing so in the near future also." Kitsune jumped to her feet, twirling playfully back to her seat. "Though, I have a curiosity! Do humour me, will you?" 

"Why, of course! What is it?" the giddy way in which he responded almost made the fox lady feel a swell of her heart.

"What would happen if the most powerful demon in the realm drinks a sip from this potion?" she asked, taking her own tea cup and crouching besides the table, dipping the small cup carefully into the cauldron. "The sweet smell, the pretty colour, the pearly sheen, the sparkly fumes -- They're so attractive, and I feel like a child once more. I feel compelled to drink a sip of this rainbow coloured potion... But I fear the consequences. I fear the unknown. I was poisoned this morning by a simple salad - I am afraid of pretty things now."

"Do you know what this potion does, Kitsune?" the man asked, stepping next to her.

"I know all ingredients are highly poisonous. Three poisons must make for quite the potent killing liquor, yes?" she guessed, slowly raising up, handing the tea cup over to the man.

"I have to say, I am impressed - This potion is masterfully made. For your first try, you did wonderfully, Kitsune. Well done. Even the scent is sweeter than I remember." he said as he put his large hands over her own and brought the cup to his lips. "If I promise you that it will not harm you, will you drink it with me?"

"Wh-What...?" for the first time, Diavolo saw the playful vixen break her composure from sheer surprise. 

"Do you trust me, Little Fox?" his voice was low and alluring, sweet and captivating. Asmodeus cried over being denied yet another conquest, yet he failed to realise that there was one far above him in skill and speech. One single devilish look from those amber eyes, and she felt herself grow faint.

"It is you that I have chosen, Little Prince. If I do not trust you, then who will I trust in this realm?" those attractive plump lips of his stretched into a gorgeous, confident smile as he sipped from the potion, not once breaking eye contact. Then, he slowly brought the cup to her own lips, feeling no fear nor reticence from her decision - And it really smelled sweet. "So... If three poisons do not make a whole poison... Then what are its effects?" the girl asked after a while.

Instead of answering, Diavolo grinned and took out his phone - Then made it so that Kitsune could see herself. She gasped at her reflection, her hands slapping over her mouth. "Wh-What trickery is this?!" she asked, seeing her hair change colours every minute - Then looked up at the man towering over her, and started laughing. "Y-Yours, also!"

The Lord forgot all kind of formalities, the same as the Priestess, and he let out a mirthful guffaw that echoed through the place. "Don't worry, it will only have effect for about two hours at most, it was just a small sip after all." he said, yet he didn't take his hands away from her own.

He remembers the shy way in which she behaved once he asked her for a dance, and expected the same reaction - He had heard a story once from Barbatos, about some marriage rituals which include drinking from the same cup - Surely, she must be aware of that, judging from the soft pink painting her pale cheeks. He wanted to see more of it. Wanted to be the cause of it.

To think that the perfume alone was enough to make her heart beat like that... Like his own, in fact. He wondered what it would be like, what he would do to her - He wanted to see her starstruck expression after he claims those kissable lips of hers, or when he whispers words of hell into her ears, his warm breath on her skin, devoiding her of her own inhaling. "Did you have fun, Kitsune?"

She hummed in approval. "Most fun I have had for the past many centuries, in fact. I must thank you for that." slowly, she looked down and stepped backwards, placing the tea cup back on the table. Diavolo frowned for a split second - His hands felt cold and empty now, without her own to hold onto. "I must take my leave now. I wish to stall you from your work no further. I, also, must prepare for lunch, and a good rest. These new academic endeavours have made be grow weary and tired. It will take a while until I get used to a never-rising Sun, or this educational schedule filled with studying - But it will be quite the interesting journey. Thank you once again, Little Prince. I shall be seeing you again... Soon." though she had some difficulty opening the massive door, she looked no less graceful, lazily wiggling her fingers goodbye at him.

"...What is it that you're hiding, little fox?" Diavolo asked himself in a low voice as soon as the door was closed, and he was left wondering, aimlessly reaching for the enigmatic book, and continuing his lecture. "So lonely, so filled with sorrow... Kitsune, are we more alike than we care to admit? Or is it that an immortal among mortals is doomed to a plagued eternity embellished with misfortune alone? Would you not feel more at home here, among those like you, who would not fall prey to deathly illnesses, nor wither away from the passing of the years? What is the life of a Priestess?" the Lord sighed, hitting his head with the book - How can he concentrate on the simplistic words that hold such complex metaphors, when his own heart is swimming in the dark abyss that Kitsune's void-like feelings succumbed him to. 

He remembers when she said good night to him - She avoided his question. Did she know he can smell lies? Even if she did, it didn't take away from the uneasiness that he can sense on her as soon as he approaches. He wanted her to feel good around him - Warm, welcomed, maybe even to the extreme of love, if it made her feel more comfortable - But there was always that uneasiness that plagued her, a reticence akin to... Fear, even. Is he truly that intimidating? If he were, he thinks, why would she be so daring as to tease and taunt him like that? Surely, it cannot be from his royal rank. So... Is it his appearance? Did he not smile enough? Did he frown at her? He felt guilty, yet unless she confesses, there is nothing that he can do to right the wrong that he had done against her.

Perhaps, the little fox that guided the little prince for a whole chapter would be able to also light the path to his own understanding...

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Imagine if Thomas was a mortal in Faerie

[1]

They swept across the room, eyes glued to each other, small smiles playing across their lips.

"What would you do if I hurt you?" Teresa asked, her skirts swaying behind her in a cloud of deep purple. "Isn't that a test of love?"

Thta wasn't the first time Thomas notice something off about her. Sure, he was attracted to her. Her long brown curls, her thin lips like a pale rose, her ocean eyes, that sly glint in them. Her fragile, gracious figure. Her not so fragile character.

Yet something wasn't quite right.

"Would you cry?" she asked as they turned another circle, "Would you kill? Would you bleed for me, Thomas?"

Yes. Definitely not right.

"If you hurt me," he began carefully, weighing every word, "I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back."

He didn't mean it as an insult but, judging by the way she looked at him, Thomas might have put some cautiousness in his voice that made her uneady.

[2]

"Time to change partners," a voice from behind startled them both but in Thomas it awoken a different kind of anger.

Newt.

Since the beginning, he's been mean to Tom. Always mocking, kicking, humiliating. Doing everything to show him that he was nothing. A mortal.

"Oh, did I steal your line?" the blond prince asked as he placed his hand on Thomas's waist and caught his other arm, clutching a bit harder than necessary.

Sometimes, Thomas wondered if he was mistaken in them both.

[3]

Thomas barely held back a gasp as Alby's fist connected with Newt's jaw.

He stumbled backwards, falling on his back. But Alby wasn't finished.

Alby was the first of the princes and, apparently, the only one who agreed to take care of the youngest one. Although "taking care" is far away from the truth, he did give him proper clothes and enough food and a decent bed, not to mention other privileges. It had to count for something.

And wine. Lots of wine.

Alby straddled Newt, holding some sort of wooden sword. Thomas had a weird urge to reveal himself and shove Albert off of the prince.

What a weird thought.

Newt was so cruel to him. Part of Thomas wanted some sweet revenge.

But when the sword hit Newt's leg over and over again, making him yell in pain, Thomad felt strange sympathy towards the guy.

He didn't deserve that much of a punishment.

[4]

Minho, Thomas's older brother, met his mortal life love.

Minho wasn't technically his brother. They had different fathers, so the guy was magical. A Faerie.

Thomas did get jealous of him a lot. He never got to be thrown in ragwart horses poop at lunch. Twice that week.

What surprised Thomad was that Harriet, the girl he met, willingly excepted every weird thing about their family.

For example, Janson, their Faerie father, the bloody redcap.

Thomas was pretty sure Minho used glamour on her. He didn't approve of it, but it's not like he had any say in that either.

[5]

When Thomas was introduced to the Court of Grievers, it was rather surprising.

There were three of them. Jorge did most of the pickpocketing. Brenda brewed poisons and, occasionally, antidotes. Aris taught him slyfooting.

All of them served to prince Gally. Generous at times, but mostly strict. Once, he made Thomas shoot his own shoulder to prove himself. The wound still stings.

Also, Thomas discovered mithridatism. he would inject himself Griever Serum every night. Weird visions came to him at night, depriving of sleep. It was worth it, though.

[6]

Newt: by you, i am forever undone

Newt: kiss me again. kiss me until i am sick of it

Newt: my sweet nemesis, my darling god

Newt: to all betrayers and rule breakers, i offer my husband's hospitality. the hospitality of guns

Thomas: i hate you. i hate you, i hate you i hate you.

Thomas: the true king of elfhame

Teresa: isn't that a test of love?

Teresa: let me run more tests!

Minho: I'd offer our king some tea instead of wine, but I'm not sure which one will suit him best.

Jorge: he'll look gorgeous with both

Brenda: Thomas. Thomas suits him best. Serve both.

[amberjazmyn]

matthew gray gubler one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - instagram part two 

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - none 

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - a series of instagram posts from users gublergram and yngubler. 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i had so much fun writing the first part that i knew i had to do it again 

part one masterlist

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yngubler made my hubby cry...sorry babe

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gublergram i did know i was going to cry the whole day but, i did not think you'd be so immediate with your vows 

 kirstenvangsness honestly, we were all crying at one point y.n 

shemarfmoore kirstenvangsness now, this is where you re wrong babygirl, the only person that wasn't crying was mrs gubler herself! she was prepared to make sure she didn't cry haha

ajcook i will always say that this was the best wedding i've ever attended! 

joemantegna hands down my favourite wedding in the world. congratulations bambini! may your marriage be wonderful 

pagetpagetgram stop it right now, mrs gubler! i've just stopped crying! 

ynfan6 these photos are so sweet omg! your dress is absolutely gorgeous, y.n! 

mggfan6 my heart just did a little flip, matthew cried the whole day! congratulations mr and mrs gubler! 

gublergram mggfan6 i did cry, all day. and truthfully, it was the best thing in the world because i got to marry the love of my life! 

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gublergram the reason why i cried the whole day wasn't because i never thought i'd see this day or that i'd never meet the girl of my dreams but, because i did get to mee the girl of my dreams and marry her. 

i absolutely adore you mrs gubler, more than any words that are in english or any other language in the world can explain. the reason why i cried all day was because today was the happiest i had ever been in my life because i knew i was marrying my best friend. i cried all day because i got to fulfil the dream that her dad dreamt for her even though he never got to see it. i cried all day because my father-in-law never got to see his little girl get married or walk her down the aisle. i cried all day but especially when i saw thomasgibsonofficial walk her down the aisle. i cried because i finally got to vow my everlasting love to my soulmate. i cried all day because i got to see the way i always envisioned my life to be actually happening in front of me. i love you so much mrs gubler and i promise to love you every single day until i can longer do it on earth. 

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yngubler it was an amazing day mr gubler. even though my dad wasn't here to see it, i know he was watching and making sure everything went smoothly 

thomasgibsonofficial i am forever grateful that i was the one to hand y.n over to you, matthew. it was an honour and a privilege that i was able to honour your father and father-in-law 

kirstenvangsness the tears when i saw it was thomas walking y.n down the aisle, omg. 

shemarfmoore this was seriously the most emotional wedding i've ever been to but seeing thomas walk our pretty girl down the aisle got me to tear up hardcore

joemantegna i am so honoured to have officiated the ceremony. it was beautiful you two. 

ajcook i'm so glad we got to be a part of it, matthew. i wish nothing but the best for you and y.n 

mggfan7 i'm guessing that the general consensus is that almost everyone, excluding y.n, cried at the wedding or am i guessing wrong? 

ynfan7 mggfan7 yeah, i think you're guessing wrong. i don't think that's the general consensus at all lol 

pagetpagetgram i'm still so frustrated that i ugly cried any time that the camera was in my direct eyeshot 

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yngubler did someone order a baby gube? 

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ynfan8 i think i just choked on my saliva omg say what now?! 

mggfan8 omg omg omg! and they literally just had their wedding too omg! what is going on?!

gublergram yeah, i think i ordered it, like a few months ago. it still hasn't arrived yet. 

yngubler gublergram how rude, i can't believe that it's taking so long

ynfan9 i just finished crying over the fact of them being married and now they're actually pregnant? wtf i'm so confused 

mggfan9 i am so excited omg 

ajcook and now i'm sobbing 

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gublergram say hello to theodore gray gubler everybody.

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ynfan10 omg it's a lil boy! it's a mini matthew and i can't even

mggfan10 theodore gray, omg my heart! the best name ever! 

shemarfmoore cutest godson ever! 

kirstenvangsness ok but like, who named theo? 

gublergram kirstenvangsness y.n did! theodore was her dad's name and when we were talking about middle names, she wanted to continue the tradition of "gray" from my family. and, basically, i instantly cried when she suggested we name our firstborn after her father but with my middle name. 

yngubler my two precious boys <33 

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yngubler matthew, today is all about you and the amazing father you are to our little boy, theodore gray. you love our son in ways that i could have only seen in dreams. you always make sure you give our son all the attention in the world. you are his entire world and he is yours and it's plainly obvious. i am so grateful we get to parent our little gube jr. i love you so much gube sr.

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gublergram i have been crying nonstop today and this just made it worse! i love you so much mrs gubler, and i love our theodore more than words can express 

yngubler gublergram i love you more mr gubler! 

ajcook happy fathers day mgg <3 

ynfan11 this is absolutely precious! 

mggfan11 happy father's day daddy gube <3 

shemarfmoore happy father's day pretty boy 

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gublergram happy mothers day to the love of my life, mrs gubler. i am absolutely telling the truth when i say you are the best mother to theodore and we are so grateful to have you in our lives. having the blessing to watch the way your body changed and evolved during theo's pregnancy was magical. watching the way you nurtured him before and after he was born always makes me so emotional because you were born to be a mother and theodore is the luckiest little boy in the world, just like his daddy is the luckiest man in the world. theodore gray and i love you every single day is mother's day in this household! 

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yngubler awe, matthew! making me cry with this! touche mr gubler, touche! 

gublergram yngubler this wasn't even meant to even the playing field or anything. i made myself cry whilst making this post. 

shemarfmoore happy mother's day baby girl. can't wait to see the gubler fam tonight <3 

yngubler shemarfmoore thank you shemar, matthew and i can't either. theo is also excited, it's the cutest thing <3 

pagetpagetgram happy mother's day my darling y.n <3 

ynfan12 can we please talk about y.n and matthew's comments to each other, they both cried today omg 🥺

mggfan12 i've just noticed that matthew and y.n always say "our" when they're talking about their wedding, their pregnancy and everything else. they always include the other because they were both equally a part of it 🥺

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here is the second part! i may do more of these as they are so fun but this one was i think a lot shorter than the first one. also, the photos of matthew with the baby is his real-life nephew and omg, those photos are adorable. 

ok ily bye xx

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[askinkiskarma]

Hi A ! It's taking a lot to me asking you this...

Basically my bf and I planned our first night and the only thing I am worried about is my butt...Like it's not plumpy and round like most girls and I feel like he's going to be disgusted 😭Hope I dont annoy

hi my love xx pls don't ever feel embarrassed or shy about reaching out, my inbox is always open for you besties xx

first of all, that's super exciting and i hope you're happy and you're gonna have a good time! please, please!!! don't worry about stuff like that. i know it's harder to say than do, and i was so so anxious and self-conscious (and i still have moments where i am), so much so i was insisting the blinds were always drawn or it was during nighttime so the man wouldn't see the parts of me i was ashamed of. that's crazy!!!!

one thing i have learnt in time is that men are just happy to be there lol. they get to have sex, and more often than not, that's all they care about hahahah, which actually was weirdly liberating to me. another thing is that if a guy would ever have a problem with parts of your body, he doesn't deserve to see you naked to begin with. women are gorgeous, amazing goddesses, and every man in the world should be so lucky as to get a chance to see us in such an intimate, vulnerable way. i think us, as girls, really need to start understanding that we are a privilege. it's a privilege to be able to experience us like this and we should never succumb to feeling uncomfortable about ourselves because of a dude (or anyone else).

another thing is that no man has ever pointed out to me or mentioned or anything regarding a part of my body i am insecure about. i have always been uncomfortable with my boobs, and i hate them, and men lOVE them. when i look at another person, i rarely if ever think or analyse their body, and i never see what the other person might be self-conscious about. we tend to over-analyse ourselves and our image, and pinpoint every flaw to ourselves in the mirror, but most people would never notice it if you didn't point it out to them, and might not even when you do.

i know it's hard, trust me. but try to have fun and be in the moment, and know that your man will love you because you're you <3

good luck and smooches xx

[insertsickusername13]

this is quite possibly the worst thing I have ever written (not self-deprecating, just objective, I'm awesome, I love myself, blah, blah blah) but I'm sharing it bc the richjake fandom needs to be fed.

inspired by this post (link may or may not work, I'm bad at tech, it's by @theabyssgazesalsointoyou and the gist is rich wearing jake's clothes and jake loving it but I like...twisted the idea. a lot. for my own purposes.) and one of my headcanons that I can't say without spoiling the whole thing. kinda. whatever.

anywho here is this fic. i wanted it to be like 700 words but it's 2611 and I'm not giving you any hints as to what it's about, just read it!! for me!! anywho enjoy

Before moving in with Jake, Rich had spent almost every night at Michael’s house. Despite being hesitant to let a scarred arsonist sleep at their house, Michael's parents had grown to accept him as almost a son within days. He did chores, went to family events, he even started to rival Jeremy’s title as their favorite friend of Michael’s. He didn’t quite snatch the spot before Jake invited him over for dinner one night and, instead of just cooking Rich pasta, gifted him an entire bedroom and house key. (To please Michael’s parents, Rich had always called that night ‘the great kidnapping’)

Rich was endlessly grateful to Jake for letting him move in, happy to not only have his own space but also to get the privilege of waking up to see that gorgeous face in his kitchen every morning. He wouldn’t have it any other way, really.

But there was still that small part of him that was only sixteen, and though Jake gave him independence and a new type of love Rich had never thought would be directed his way (it couldn’t be romantic, Jake was straight, but there was this glowing adoration in Jake’s eyes whenever he looked in Rich’s direction that made Rich forget about the SQUIP and fire), he couldn’t offer the same familial love Michael’s household could. 

So, no more than once a month, Rich would spend the night at Michael’s. It wasn’t the same as it had been before—Rich was a guest this time around rather than a resident—but Michael’s parents still lit up at the sight of him and spent the entire night feeding him and playing board games in the living room. They asked about school, girls, boys—all the things Jake subconsciously knew and didn’t need to ask about. Rich, grinning, would happily answer all their questions while Michael (sometimes with Jeremy, sometimes alone) would do something or other in the background, completely unentertained. 

Rich looked forward to those nights. Jake knew he looked forward to those nights. Which was probably why he decided not to tell Rich he had a 101.8 degree fucking fever.

“Since when?!” he whisper-yelled into his phone speaker, holding it close to his mouth to keep as quiet as possible. He was hiding in Michael’s bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub while Michael and his family ate dinner. He was supposed to be with them, but Brooke had been texting him non-stop for the past ten minutes, and considering their friendship mostly consisted of group events and choosing each other for group projects in classes they had together, he decided it was probably urgent enough to sneak away from dinner to see what the hell was going on. 

“I don’t know!!” Brooke whisper-yelled back, mimicking Rich even though she had no reason to keep quiet, “He was complaining about having a headache earlier?”

Rich ran a stressed hand through his hair. He could hear his heel tapping against the tile floor, though he was completely unaware of the motion. He wasn’t—he wasn’t that overprotective, okay? He knew Jake could handle himself in almost any situation. But he also knew Jake was probably the most independent person he’d ever met, and if he texted Brooke asking for help (technically he’d asked for, quote, ‘love and affection’, but for him, that was practically the same thing), then he was probably on the verge of death. So yes. He was stressed. Not panic-attack-break-down kind of stress, but reaching not-abiding-to-speed-limits-on-the-way-home levels.

“Is he gonna be okay on his own?” he asked, knowing full well that whether or not Brooke said no, he’d probably still end up going home anyway. He thought mournfully back to the wonderful meal Michael’s parents had prepared for him. Honestly, with the image of Jake all alone at home, it suddenly didn’t seem that appetizing. 

“I don’t know, probably. He said he threw up.”

“Fuck. Okay. You don’t need to go over, it’s fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Are you sure? I can probably—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. He’ll probably be embarrassed as fuck if he finds out you had to come over and take care of him.”

“He literally asked me to.”

“He’s not mentally stable right now, it doesn’t count,” Rich replied, already getting up and opening the bathroom door. 

“Fair point. Don’t tell him I told you, by the way, he doesn’t want you to know.”

“Seriously?! That ass—” he glanced down the hall to see Mrs. Mell looking at him curiously. “ —jerk,” he amended.

“Shut up. He was being nice, wanted you to enjoy Michael’s house and all.”

“Of course. I hate him. I’m gonna go now, I’ll text you when I get there. Bye.”

“B—” her voice cut off before she could finish. By the time she’d realized he’d hung up, his phone was already in his pocket as he walked back into the dining room. 

Mrs. Mell was giving him an innocently hurt expression, clearly confused as to why he left dinner just to take a phone call in the bathroom. Rich felt guilt well up in his throat—-this house was quite possibly the closest thing he had to a real family—but Jake. Jake took priority over every other thing on this planet, no matter how loving or kind.

“I’m really sorry,” Rich said, walking back to his seat only to stand behind his chair rather than sit down. “Jake’s got a fever and I can’t—I gotta go make sure he’s okay.”

Mrs. Mell #2 (not Rich’s least favorite, just the second one he was introduced to) frowned. 

“Aww, sweetie,” she said, “Are you sure you have to go?”

“Yeahh,” Michael said, voice drawn out by the excesses of weed he’d done before Rich arrived (Jeremy had been over, Rich didn’t want to know what they’d been doing in that basement), “Are you sureee?” 

Rich was positive Michael’s parents didn’t notice his sarcasm.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrible,” Rich said, deadpan just to piss Michael off, before turning to his parents. “Seriously, I would love to stay, but he’s a total mess. Can we reschedule for next weekend?”

Even as he said it, even as they were offering to let him take leftovers home with him, Rich was drifting towards the door, mind already focused completely on Jake. He slipped his shoes on as quickly as he could and left, offering goodbye smiles and adult-leaving-an-adult-party waves (since moving in with Jake, a lot of the things he did seemed a lot more adult now. Small talk with strangers, paying bills, going grocery shopping—growing up wasn’t nearly as life-changing as he thought it was going to be. Most of the time, it just consisted of snuggling with Jake on the couch as they did homework together).

He didn’t let his fake smile falter until he was pulling out of their driveway messily, hitting the brakes too hard when he realized he was going too fast and forgetting to switch on his turn signal until he was already rounding the corner out of their neighborhood. He considered texting Jake, but he didn’t find the time to pick up his phone between buying cold medicine from CVS and searching the isles for Jake’s favorite snacks and an herbal tea that was advertised to reduce congestion. With no update as to how Jake was doing, he ran a few red lights and ignored a few laws that were probably important for the safety of everyone on the roads on the way home.

“Jake?” he called the second he opened the door. The whole house reeked of sickness, the blinds pulled down, the lights off, and the kitchen messy. There was a pot on the stove with ramen still in it, a half-eaten pop tart on the island, and a couple of bowls on the counter. Rich cringed. Jake was a neat freak. Not a good sign. 

Rich dropped his bag of stuff on the counter and cast a glance at the living room as he passed, just in case Jake was on the couch. He wasn’t.

“Jakey?” he called again, this time a bit gentler. He knocked on Jake’s bedroom door, not waiting for an answer before opening it. 

Empty. Jake’s bed was a mess, the covers pulled off and all the pillows gone, but there was no Jake. Rich went as far as to check the floor on the far side of the bedroom, but that was as spotless as it had been this morning. 

Okay. That was fine. This was totally fine. Stress level: phone-in-hand-to-call-the-police. Slowly reaching the-love-of-my-life-died-and-I’m-going-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-mourning. 

“Jakey? Where are you, bro?”

The bro felt heavy in his mouth, mixed dangerously with the pure, soft, obviously romantic concern.

“R’ch?” Jake called, voice so hoarse it gave up on the ‘i’ in Rich’s name and slipped right into the ‘ch’ that sounded more like a ‘k’. Rich, previously unaware that one person could sound so completely helpless, stumbled from Jake’s room and into his own, drawn to Jake’s voice like a fucking cliche, metaphorical magnet. 

“Jesus Christ,” Rich breathed. Jake was on his side, piled under both Rich’s comforter and his own. He was shivering, his face both pale and flushed with sickness. Alone. The fact he hadn’t called Rich—he’d just planned on staying here by himself—

Rich, who’d dedicated months to undoing all the damage Jake’s parents had done, sent up a curse directed both at himself for failing to notice Jake was sick earlier and Jake’s parents for leading him to believe he couldn’t ask for help when he was like this.

At least Jake had found comfort in Rich’s clothes, apparently. Four of Rich’s shirts were strewn across the bed and one of his favorite hoodies was being used as a pillow. Another was being used as a stuffed animal, Jake snuggling it with his mouth and nose burrowed in the fabric. Rich, for the life of him, could not figure out why Jake would do such a thing, considering he could hear his rattling breathing from here.

“‘M not feelin’ good,” Jake said, muffled by the shirt. Rich laughed incredulously as he knelt next to the bed and pressed the back of his hand against Jake’s forehead. 

“Yeah, buddy, I can tell. What’re you doing in my bed? You trying to get me sick too?”

For some reason, that seemed to upset Jake. His breathing quickened without deepening, and Rich could practically hear Jake’s snot leaking onto Rich’s hoodie. Disgusting. 

“No,” Jake whispered, his voice cracking, “No, Richie, I’d never, I swear, I—”

“I know, I know, it was a joke,” he replied quietly, making a small ‘shh’ing sound to try and soothe him.

Rich could see Jake frowning even behind his sweatshirt. As gently as he could, he reached for the fabric to take it away from Jake’s mouth, hoping it could help him breathe easier. The second he tried, though, Jake made a whining sound and shuffled away, hugging it closer and letting out a tiny sob. 

“No.”

“No? Okay, that’s okay. But don’t you think moving it will help you breathe?”

Jake shook his head ‘no.’ Rich frowned. Okay, different approach then.

“You’re getting snot all over my sweatshirt,” he said, plain and simple if not a bit accusatory. He sounded so much more apathetic than he felt. He was playing this ‘straight boy who doesn’t care that you look so small and helpless and oh my god I want to kiss you,  wait, no I don’t, I’m straight’ character really well.

That, unsurprisingly, got Jake to let go of it long enough for Rich to pull the sweatshirt away and add it to his growing pile of laundry. There was shuffling behind him as Jake tried to sit up. 

“Do you need anything?” Rich asked, turning back to Jake, “Soup? Medicine? A… Jake?”

Jake was upright and crying. Straight-up tears pouring down his face, eyes red and lips pursed pathetically. He was clenching the comforter against his chest and trying to hide his face behind it without getting snot on it as Rich had previously complained about. 

‘What’s—holy shit, what’s wrong?” 

Rich shot across the room, searching Jake for some injury that could cause him to fucking—

Rich had never seen Jake cry before. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to run and hide, to protect himself from such an unholy sight, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Jake here. Alone.

“‘M sorry,” Jake sobbed, collapsing forward onto Rich’s shoulder. Rich could feel Jake’s fever through his shirt and, not caring if he got sick, wrapped his arms around Jake and pulled him closer. “I didn’t wanna—I just missed you so much, and you were so so far away and you’re so tiny—”

Instinctively, in a desperate attempt to return some normalcy, Rich squeaked out, “I’m not that short!!”

Jake shook his head and cried harder. Rich ran a soothing hand through his hair. 

“You’re so short your stupid sweatshirt doesn’t fit—”

Rich paused. 

“I’m—what?”

“You—” Jake rasped through tears, “—you always wear my stupid sweatshirt when you’re sad and… and I thought it might make me happy if I could smell you, or pretend you’re here and not at stupid Michael’s, but—but you’re so small it doesn’t fit, and I tried to hug it but it wasn’t enough because I was cold and you’re warm and if you were with me I would never ever be cold, so—so I came here and I didn’t mean to mess up your clothes ‘nd make you angry.”

If Jake continued like this, Rich’s heart was going to erode away into nothing but Jake Jake Jake. He was going to get a false sense of hope that nothing could break. The world was already more golden than it had been before, already so much brighter despite the fact Jake was crying. 

“I’m not angry, idiot. I just wanted you to be able to breathe.”

Jake’s sobbing ceased. Nuzzling deeper against Rich, he whispered, sounding childish, “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Of course, dumbass.”

Jake tried to laugh with relief, but all that came out was a coarse groan and unhappy sigh. Rich kissed Jake’s forehead as he untangled himself and laid Jake back down on the bed, ignoring Jake’s protests. 

“I’m not letting myself get sick, but I promise you, you can have my entire closet until you're better, yeah?” Rich said, unable to stop his giddy smile.

Jake gave him a sleepy but content sound of agreement.

“I wan' that stupid shirt with the nerdy science pun on it," Jake breathed, already drifting off to sleep.

If any other sick person in the universe was asking, Rich would flip them off and tell them it was his favorite shirt and no one could touch it. No one was even allowed to eat spaghetti at the same table as him while he was wearing it. 

But it was pretty, smart, perfect Jake, so Rich took it off its hanger and gave it to the poor guy to snuggle with for the next three days. 

(And if, while Jake was still delirious with fever and sound asleep, Rich snuck from the house and to Target just to get a sweatshirt for himself in Jake’s size, then no one needed to know. If he had to hide his smile behind his hand when he walked into their apartment a week and a half later to find Jake cooking dinner in that same sweatshirt, then only God was his witness. If he was so overwhelmed at the sight that he grabbed the drawstrings and dragged Jake down to his height to kiss him, then that was between him and Jake. 

And everyone else. Because Jake, apparently, felt the immediate need to brag about getting ‘Rich fucking Goranski, like the hottest guy fucking EVER to kiss me, Jenna, he kissed me. Me!!')

[anoptimisticadventurer]

Yesterday, on my main blog, an anon called me out for sending myself asks and for not having anyone interested enough to ask me questions. I'm embarrassed, but not ashamed of doing it. I thought it was actually refreshing that I could send myself asks so I tried it out. It helped me just ramble about some silly things that were bothering me and I was excited about. I could have just posted as a text post because it wouldn't have been any different, but I didn't. And that's where anon was right about calling me out.

Anon is under the impression that people don't actually care about me to send me asks? Why would they when they dm me instead. I've made and have a handful of wonderful and amazing Tumblr friends (and on other social media platforms) that I appreciate with my whole heart and whom I talk to on a daily/weekly basis who always tell me that it's okay to vent to them if I need to. I just - it's difficult for me to vent to someone about something as silly as being triggered by my family members. I chose instead to send myself asks and just talk to myself. It felt good.

I'm not ashamed of what I did to keep myself sane.

That being said, I should have just vented everything here or on my main. It wouldn't have really mattered where. That's why I'm embarrassed about it but then I'm like, whatever. It was pathetic, and I'll let anon believe them thinking that no one cares enough about me 😊😊

I'm super grateful for everyone who is currently in my dms being my friend, those who have reached out to offer an ear (it's weird for me to just message you my worries. I want to be a positivity moot and talk about randomness instead. ), and those in the future who will become my friend. I'm sorry I find it difficult to reach out. I usually always wait for a dm.

Despite being outed for sending myself asks, I actually am so grateful that happened because

1. I'll grow from this. Just text post it next time, or come to this blog and do what I'm doing. Talk to myself. I can do the same thing on my main, but it will still be okay whichever way I decided to go.

And 2. I got to express why I tag said posts "the most beautiful girl out there" and "gorgeous hot mess". Because she's my friend or was a friend.. I don't know anymore. who allowed me into her life and I got to experience so much more than her blog. Yes, she's stubborn, difficult, frustrating, stoic, as heck. Sometimes I don't even know if she has a soft spot, but then I understand that maybe I am not and was not privileged to experience that side of her. And that's okay. Sometimes.. I wished she'd tell me that she appreciated my friendship every now and then. It would have helped me feel wanted in their life and kept me going. But I realized or questioned myself.. did I make my friendship with them more than what it actually was? Was this more of an unrequited friendship? Obviously, it's my fault if so. But I actually thought I mattered or was one of their closest friends. It's okay if not. That's on me. That's why I appreciate when people remind me that they care about me and appreciate me. It reassures me I'm a good thing in their life. I don't feel like she ever did that and that's what hurts me the most the more I have to think about it.

I hurt her by not giving her a heads up when I decided to delete my Snapchat to take a break late Feb — I just needed out I was dealing with an ex that took advantage of my forgiveness and it left me feeling unwanted and unimportant.

I didn't know that it would bother her as much as it did and I apologized already for it. I reassured her at first that I just needed time for myself and that she didn't do anything wrong, which she didn't, but then I felt bad because as a couple of weeks had passed and I had this horrible feeling in my stomach that I abandoned, betrayed, and hurt her. Now that's something I was ashamed of. Feeling like I neglected my best friend. All because I couldn't block someone I forgave. Childish, irresponsible, inconsiderate, and disrespectful. I love her. Always will. But I destroyed that and her trust in me and I will always be remorseful. I felt rude to reach out to her so I always waited for her to message me so I could ecstatically talk to her. Sigh. None of that matters anymore. I'll keep tagging her as such until she tells me to not do it. I remember her telling me that it was okay to do so or that she would tell me if something bothers her so I'll leave that as such.

The point is, if you truly got to know the other side of her, well the one I got to experience because I'm not saying that's all of her, but yes, the side I also got to experience, you would see that she's truly a wonderful human being. And I will always be grateful for having met her and be able to consider her my friend and best friend. I will always root for her happiness.

But distance and silence bonds nothing and it hurts that she seems to be okay with us not talking to each other anymore, but I can only accept the consequences of my actions. I'm still and will always remain soft and thankful for them. 😊😊😊

Edit: THEY DON'T AND WILL NEVER OWE ME ANYTHING. this is just me lamenting a sense of negligence I felt towards dealing with my ex and others. It's okay, that's on me for misunderstanding our friendship and not really communicating with them my situation and how I was feeling at the time. They are a super duper amazing person who deserves the best.

SIGH.

this was good. 😊😊

[littlebugs]

my personal outer banks rant (character based) A/N: i have absolutely nothing against the actors of the show, this is just my full on review of outer banks and it's characters (i loveee the show so much tho, can't wait for obx 3!!!!)

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jj maybanks obviously i had to start with jj.... this man has some serious trauma but somehow the series almost manages to play it off? i feel like there are a few key moments in the series but you don't really see his character getting a lot of sympathy from the other characters except for whenever it just manages to come up (sic the hot tub scene). also this man is straight up gorgeous MWAH! cut like a diamond, and he has that beach boy vibe. favorite vanilla boy in this series.

john b john b has an interesting personality and tbh it confuses me sometimes. maybe it's because his actor is like way old to play a 16-17 year old, he has this air of an adult while like doing stupid stuff, and he looks like an adult as well. he also got... married. not legally, but he got married. and honestly hes been through so much i don't even blame him- man just wants something stable in his life.

sarah cameron to be honest about her... i dont hate her! i though sarah might be stuck up in her old ways but she actually is quite a "go w/ the flow" girl. but home girl looses her dad (for a short time anyways) literally watched him die with leads to like a huge amount of trauma, has her brother attempt to murder her (yikes) and is on the run from police after being framed an accomplice in murder? not to mention getting kidnpped by her dad who turns out to be alive... i kinda forgive her for any rash actions because she arguably has one of the hardest times in the series.

kiarra carrera im sorry. I HATE IT. kiarra is a privileged girl who decides to run with underprivileged guys. i have not problem with that whatsoever! the problem is that now from hanging out with them, she calls herself one of them. you can't just think that (almost) poverty is easy peasy. yeah it's fun to hang out with the pouges, but at the end of the day she goes home to a warm house with food and a bed. people like jj and possibly john b might not have food in the house. she calls herself one of "them" but shes truly just glorifying the lifestyle and taking the advantages. not to mention her unstable relationship with pope who actually likes her. shes incredibly self centered and unaware and I HATE IT.

pope heyward POPE! i love popes rational thinking skills, hes one of my favorite characters. he rlly cares for his friends, but he also wants to have a future, unlike some of the other pouges who seems to be just lounging around. he works hard, and then works harder. he is probably one of the most underrated characters in obx. there is also something just so aesthetically pleasing about his voice it's crazy. pope arguabbly has a better home than most of the charecters with a mother and father who care bout him, but what hurts is when he runs away from them with his friends (i know he comes back, but the looks in his dads face almost made me cry istg).

rafe cameron ok... controversial character alarm!!! a lot of people like rafe but i can't understand it! yes rafe is... very handsome. yes rafe is.... also probably a psychopath. rafe definitely has something physiologically going on, and it seems like his family isn't intent on getting him help. rose cameron even says rafe has been like this since eleven. eleven!!! and they still haven;t helped him... sounds like it's getting worse to me. that may also be the reason rafe seems to fall into drugs more than any other character- it might - per say - let him escape his mind. all in all mr. rafe cameron needs some serious help and i would love to see if he has a healing process in season 3

ward cameron i do not like this man. not at all. he seems to completely ignore wheezie, honestly poor wheezie (we'll dig deeper later), he lets one of his children kill someone for him, and the other framed for the murder, murders people, marries rose (a mistake on his part because shes def toxic), and puts his children through immense trauma by killing himself and coming back to life. he also kidnaps people and blames the people HE murdered on some poor 17 year old. i can't.

topper to be honest i kinda like topper. topper is yes, a white, cis, straight male, but aren't rafe and jj? he is rlly respectful to be honest. he friends and some of the other kooks on figure eight are kind of jerks, but topper seems to be nicer. despite pushing john b of a tree or something he hasn't done anything wrong. he literately gets broken up with by sarah and WILL STILL risk himself for her. he also tells her he will never stop loving her, but gives up on the chase because hse doesn't want him. this man has a very very decent amount of respect and i adore him.

wheezie oh my god this poor kid. she's what 12 or 13? so uhm... i dont even know where to start. ok so her dad is a crazy murderer who scars her for life. her brother is also a murderer. her sister has been framed for murder. her mother is an accomplice in wards murder..... ugh. just let me whisk poor wheezie away and adopt her. also like ward does not seem to care about wheezie he speaks to her like 10 times -_- its crazzzy. i hope she turns out okay and honestly i would like to see some more wheezie character development.

carla limbrey poor carla. shes a jerk, but i feel bad. kinda. girl was dying and just wanted a cure, something to hold onto. she didn't have any sinister intentions, but it kinda turned evil because of her overwhelming urge for this cross and garment.. and omg renfield you jerk i hate him.

anyways this took an hour give or take so i hope you liked it!

[jjungkooksthighs]

Alpha...

My love for you knows no bounds. With every affectionate word uttered from your lips, the soft petals of your visage which I wish to worship with my own. With every action that speaks more than a preacher's tongue. You draw me and my heart ever closer to you, my love.

I wish to be able to bestow upon you half of the affection you give to me, in any necessary way.

If I must prostrate myself in front of you, spread my legs whenever you wish, lay myself bare before you, I will do so, my Alpha.

I wish to please you, my love.

My sweet girl…. You are too good to me. Too good for me.

That I get to hear your beautiful voice, see your pretty face, and touch your wonderful body are such privileges that I do not deserve, yet you nonetheless give them to me.

My love for you is as limitless as the galaxy we sometimes watch late into the night when you’re atop of me, my fingers running through your gorgeous hair.

You are the light of my life, my precious girl. Never forget that.

My very world is brighter because of you, and I want you to know that while there is no greater satisfaction that I’ve felt when I’m inside you, you are so much more to me than sex.

I am an edacious man, yes, but that is only because of you. And as much as I have come to adore the sight of you on your back for me, on your knees for me, or on your stomach for me, all it takes to show me how much you want me is just a glance in my direction.

You don’t even have to be trying, and still I will want you. Always.

When you painted on me with your blood, your fingers felt so very light on my skin. It was as if your touch was that of butterfly wings on my flesh. It made me shudder in satisfaction. Just as I do whenever you touch me.

And when you look at me- regardless of what time or situation it is- your very eyes do this cute little thing that I’ve never seen happen with anyone else. You do it only for me, but it’s entirely subconscious. And I love it.

Did you know, my love, that when your eye falls upon me, your pupils grow wide? You look like a puppy. And it’s so fucking adorable.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that you do not need to spread your legs for me to take pleasure from you. You give so much to me even in the little things you do, and I treasure it all. I treasure you, most of all.

[amazing-lucky-life-of-bushra]

Babies and travel

It's unusual but not unheard of.

We travelled a lot with our daughter. At age 11 she has already been to 67 countries, a few of them more than once.

She actually feels rather embarrassed about it I think as it's so rare. She usually shifts and stays quiet about it.

A nonconformist by birth.

It meant that over the years from starting off with a pram and big suitcases (age 6months to Japan)... we reduced and reduced our stuff back to the old days of just carry on and as few baggage as possible. Lighter and lighter to be unimpeded to adventure.

We certainly need water though for sure. Or baby powder - we ran out so quickly in Japan. But it was kind of fun running around supermarkets look for some.

So over the years she has been on countless jungle walks (usually with just her parents - no guide), slept in the desert more than once, snorkelled and swam of a hell of a lot of Caribbean islands (yes we did the cruises as well as the proper adventures), ordered pasta or burgers or rice in most far flung places as well as gorgeous foodie European cities (to our dismay) but to her credit she loves fish ...

I don't pretend to be a cook & that's why every partner of mine has been a fantastic cook including her dad thankfully. Also I love fabulous food too.

She has been up so many mountains (quite a lot of them in Switzerland), and volcanoes (Central America). She has done so many hikes with so little because we decided to travel far and fast you need to love to travel and discover and enjoy. Some of the places - I can tell you insect sprays have not worked sadly and some places they have.

And most (99%) tourist spots anywhere in the world however remote even on country holidays - there's some guy/ woman selling coke and water, fridge magnets, Tees, sunglasss and probably braid your hair all for $20. In fact they usually see you coming and follow you down the hike a bit.

And we have encouraged her to be a little free. She is a city girl from London and we love her have that too - it's a privilege the school she has, but it's nice to know about nature and the animals (her grandma is a conservationist amongst other things) and from far flung places.

As well as experience lovely hotels (nice for us to) and also shacks and also a little bit of everything. Why not ? It's a been a blank sheet of paper for us.

Wouldn't everybody if they had a blank sheet of paper want to ?

I know horses for courses, we don't expect that from others - otherwise we would be writing on ...erm ... their blank sheet of paper.

What's the point of having that blank sheet of paper then ?

It's a nice rhythm we got into, no need to instruct or even ask ... in fact you ended up leaving the people in different cultures to just be who they are leaving little of yourself but as much as needed for flow

... which is quite appreciated by locals who in many places are still living with other legacies from British/European rule

.. no asymmetry of information (a good mate of mine terms) required.

... a dialogue ... a conversation ... unwritten rules. The pleasure of conversation ... but a different kind / not a language but a flow.

We get it's a tough world out there and yes brown women and women are the ones to be told they are not enough in every way.

We want her to not see that. Not to even see that it is that way. Not even see the nonsense. Not even to know there is a system to fit in.

But just to do her best and be happy as herself.

She has already done more than most (even more than most patriarchy - she doesn't even know it) ... just with seeing the world.

Yes the last 12 months have been terrible for her - any kid.

But she is a sparkly sparkly chip of the old block so I know that no one can take that away from her to negotiate it back to her. No one gets to write or rewrite her story.

She has her own blank sheet, all beit with 67 countries already on there and a slightly punk mum and dad.