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mattsmedusa · 4 months ago

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✎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬! ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ p in v ᚐ creampie ᚐ (kinda?) praise kink ᚐ pet names ᚐ some bantering ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

"you sure you’re that quiet during sex?" chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren’t sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn’t such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."

"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol

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transboyswitchytales · 2 months ago

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'Exactly What Love and Fear Feel Like'

Agatha All Along Week 2025

Day 4 Prompt: Professor / Teacher

@agathaallalongweek

Professor Rio Vidal x Reader Student

Rio is Bold / Professor Rio Vidal / Professor Calderu / Billy and Peter Parker are friends / Dead Poet Society Feels / Fluff and Hurt / Art College Aesthetic / Fine Art / Painter / BULLYING / Harassment / Longer vibes gone wrong / Found Family / Art Studio Aesthetic / No Agatha in this /

My Masterlist

You had heard a lot about Professor Vidal.

That she was cruel and liked to make fun of students thaat didn’t come prepared. You’d heard her grading system was nuts. That she never used a TA. Because she demanded perfection on every level.

Professor Vidal taught Fine Art classes, but you had to take all of the prerequisite classes first. So, only Seniors ever really got to work with Vidal.

She hated stupid questions, she despised mediocre attempts at art.

When you’d first arrived in New York City you’d walked into a gallery and it just so happened to be showing your future professors work.

It was a random Tuesday, and you were gawking at her landscape paintings. She had a way of painting greenery, these gorgeous plants, like she herself created plants, like some sort of green witch.

You were staring at a smaller painting she’d done of a tree being caught on fire by lightning. It held everything in it. And you wish you could have bought it. But you were a broke ass college student.

The art curator noticed how long you’d been looking at it. She came over and introduced herself as Jennifer Kale, you knew who she was. She and her girlfriend ran most of the SoHo art galleries. They even worked with the MET. Alice, her long-time partner was a curator of big names. She got the goods into museums and into her girlfriend's collection. Lorna, Alice’s mother, had started one of the biggest art collectives in all of New York. They were legendary, practically artist royalty.

“Do you like it?” Jennifer asked and you didn’t know how to answer simply.

“It’s exactly what love and fear feel like.” You said and Jennifer smiled at you, you wondered if she thought you were some cute fresh face shit, and knew nothing of her world. But she was kind, and told you about the artist.

‘Rio Vidal’

You never forgot the name of your favorite artist.

You’d returned many times since that first visit, and Jennifer knew you by name. You’d even met Alice twice, and they’d asked you about your art. You’d been uninterested in talking about yourself and would change the subject as often as you could.

But you started to bring them coffee, not because you wanted anything in return. Just because you were sure, it must be annoying for a broke college student to stare at art in their gallery and not buy anything.

“Girl, you are broke. Stop buying me coffee. When am I going to see what you make?” Jennifer teased as you sat on the bench, sipping coffee with her and staring at one of your professor's newest pieces.

“What she means is thank you! You are very sweet! You don’t need to buy coffee for us! We would let you in here to stare at art after we close if thats what you want!” Alice yelled form the backroom and Jen smiled at her girlfriend.

You looked at Jen and pointed to your ring finger asking ‘when are you gonna ask?” Jen rolled her eyes and put her finger to her lips to shut you up.

They’d become a sort of found family for you, yet you kept them at arm's length.

“How’s school going?”

“Good, ya know what. I have class! I’ll see you later.” You tell Jen, and she looks peeved at you for running away from her.

“Just like that? You do this all the time! You know, friends talk to one another!” She calls after you, but your art bag is slung over your shoulder, and you blow her a kiss before leaving.

You toss your empty coffee cup out on your way towards the subway entrance Swiping your phone across the scanner and going through the turnstyle. You put your airpods in before just catching the right train.

Sitt crossing your legs, you’d been smart and not worn your boots today. Going instead with a pair of red vans. You’d dropped so much paint on them you couldn’t completely tell the original color anymore.

You had class with Professor Vidal, in an hour.

Yesterday you had gotten the letter. And you were nervous to see Rio again.

It was a small red envelope with a black heart on the back. You’d opened it to see a combo to the locked room a studio at the top of the building. It had the biggest windows and huge skylights. It wasn’t a very large studio space. But in your art college this was..everything. Professor Vidal’s invites were elusive and impossible to get.

This was better than honors or getting on the Dean’s list. This was far more hard to accomplish.

There were artist who had been shown in museums all over the world or even worked for big studios in L.A who never got an invite when they’d attended the college.

Rios predecessor was an artist and professor who started this almost Dead Poet Society type of club.

Professor Calderu, she’d gotten a little older and retired from teaching but she was still a head member on the board.

The rumor was that Calderu taught Vidal back in the day. Vidal had experienced having her art shown in Tokyo, Paris, Rome and had lived abroad in Germany. Where she’d made a big name.

Vidal had won prizes and had a small fortune from her art.

But one September Calderu called her home, and it was like Vidal had made a deal with the devil. Because she dropped everything and came to take Calderu’s position.

Everyone wanted to know why someone would give up their fame and fortune to return to teaching. But Lilia called Rio and she had done just that.

Like she’d been groomed for it. Like they’d had a deal all along.

That was ten years ago now, and Rio Vidal had been just as scary as Calderu. You’d seen Calderus work now, it made sense that they were kindred spirits.

Calderu painted these gorgeous women in various dangerous situations, their face full of ecsticy, naked, about to be killed. A lot of them were witches about to be burned. The images were enough to make you cry.

The two of them had such a way of capturing emotion, bottling it almost. It’s what made them the best.

You didn’t completely understand how you’d gotten the invite then.

You knew you were talented, to an extent. Obviously being a young artist who grew up in a bad home. You never completely believe you were talented. But you got into this college from your portfolio. So that had to mean something.

You knew your classmates were talented.

So when Rio’s dark black fingernails dropped the invite you thought maybe she’d made a mistake. Perhaps she meant a different student?

You didn’t belong in her Dead Poet Society. You were sure of that.

Thought you couldn’t ignore how Professor Vidal had started to talk about you.

It all started with her grabbing you painting off your easel. Walking in front of the classroom and demanding their attention.

You were holding your breath, paintbrush not even dropping from midair where you were about to add to it.

She’d just yanked it off and was using it as a demonstration piece now.

You waited for the axe to fall. For her to tell them all your values were that of a childs. You waited for her to take her knife, the one she always carried. And split the canvas down the middle, snap the wood over her knee.

You’d seen this happen plenty of times now.

What you didn’t know how to handle even more the rejection was the words she said.

“Can someone tell me why I’m holding this?” Vidal said holding the large canvas up and turning it so everyone could see.

“It’s ugly.” Pietro said and you tried not to show any emotions. You didn’t need to feed the frenzy of animals. They wanted blood and they’d get it no matter what you did.

“Maximoff, get out. While art is subjective I think you should subject yourself to the crap you made today. Take your stuff, go figure out how to draw a fucking hand. Maybe you’ve gotten so used to your own that you don’t know anything else. Or perhaps Professor Barton can teach you the color wheel again. When you know how to behave in my class I’ll think of adding you back to the roster..maybe next semester we’ll give it another go?” Vidal snapped at him and he’s so shocked.

The room grows so uncomfortable to be in.

Your teacher isn’t joking, she waited for him to leave. He gathers his stuff and scoffs mumbling curses under his breath. But the room is still as you feel second hand embarrassment.

“Before you go, can anyone else tell Pietro why I’m holding this painting?”

No one wanted to answer now, that’s for sure. But you would never have guessed the person who raised their hand would do it.

But Peter Parker did, and Vidal nodded at him.

“It’s a beautiful piece, you asked us to show exaggerated lighting, and this piece demands us to look. It...It’s got something that makes you want to stay in it. The lighting isn’t just exaggerated it feels real, like a moment you could touch.”

It was a picture of a chair in your childhood home. It was dim lighting, because that was the only time in your adolescence you felt safe. When it was the wee hours, everyone else was asleep.

And you could bee in a common space and draw.

That’s why you’d picked it.

The classrom grows quiet and you turn to Peter.

You’d never spoken to him, but you knew he was friends with Billy. And they both were quiet as hell in classes.

But they always made really emotionally charged paintings too. You’d always thought they both had talent.

Then one day you’d seen Peter draw his Aunt for portrait classes. That’s when you realized how Peter could capture someones likeness like no one else. You admired them both, but had never spoken to anyone in your classes. Not one to make friends.

Wanda slept next to you and you’d denied her every attempt at polite conversation.

Never been great at playing well with others.

Your mother had always said you weren’t likeable, too brash, too sarcastic. She’d tell you to sit down, and be quiet. Stop drawing on your napkin or in the margins of your homework.

Your mother made it clear; no one would ever want to spend time with you.

You started to believe her as the years progessed.

Now you weren’t sure now where her words started and you ended.

“That’s it Parker. She didn’t give us a spotlight. She didn’t give us another fucking apple. You want to reach in this room and sit for as long as you could. In this space of comfort that is so hard to find. If you are here in this class to draw some fruit. Go take Romanoff or Bartons art class. They’ll teach you how to draw the same five things that everyone in this school has drawn before you. It’s fucking absurd really. But you want to make art, make something important. You look at what she’s painting. Maybe she can teach you something.”

Vidal pointed to you before walked back over, her boots cliciking on the floor. Your eyes fell to the ground as she set your piece back on the easel.

Those compliments were the worse for you.

You’d gone back inot your dorm and sobbed in the shower.

You didn’t want to be seen. That was what was hard sometimes.

How were you meant to walk by Pietro. You were roomates with Wanda and you’d just had her twin get dropped.

But people started to notice you more as time went on. In classes yes, on campus in general, in the dorms. They’d whisper and point at you.

You started to get considered a teachers pet.

A favorite. You couldn’t believe it. And you thought it would pass, but Vidal kept talking about your art. Which made everything much worse. Vidal started showing it to other classes too. So people you’d never seen in class now were talking about you.

You wanted to dissolve into the floor.

It was a week of Rio Vidal showing you off. When there was a big conference for the teachers and board. You only knew about it because everyone was talking about how they wanted a new ceramic wing and the animators wanted new Cintiques for class. But when you were walking to the the mess hall down the stairs. A large group of teachers were passing you, you looked for Vidal but didn’t see her.

You were always trying to spit Rio.

The way she moved was hypnotizing. The curve of her spine, the sway of her hips, her hair tossed over a shoulder, the sound of her shoes. You could paint for the rest of your life and you could never mix the colors right to get her irises perfect.

Your thoughts were cut off by the familiar new feeling of being watched.

But someone was looking at you now, without disgust.

Lilia Calderu walked like she owned New Yorks art scene. She was surrounded by all the art teachers and board members, almost like they were trying to absorb her. It looked a little like a walking Last Supper actually. But she stopped in her tracks. Her stiletto heels coming to a halt. Her grey hair curling just right around her forehead.

All the teachers and board members stopped with her, like she was the one to part the red sea.

Lilia Calderu was looking at you.

That couldn’t be right?

No way, you turned around to see if someone was behind you. Eyes turning back at her she smiled at you now, obviously finding it funny that you looked around to see who she was admiring. Her face didn’t seem scary, in fact it looked downright warm and loving towards you.

A person she’d never met.

All of the teachers followed her eyeline to you. It felt like you were sharing something, some kind of mutual understanding. But somehow you’d missed the memo.

Calderu smiled wide and then nodded at you.

You nodded back, because it would have been rude not to.

There more than half the teachers and board members and tons of students to witness it.

You wondered if this was what it must have felt like to get approval from Miranda Priestly.

Not a day later the harassment went to a new level. You were curious if Wanda and Pietro started it.

But you’d gotten the new nicknames…

‘Vidals Valiant Virgin’ was the first you’d heard whispered as you bought coffee in the morning.

‘Rio’s Right Hand Ringer,’ was said to your face as you picked out a large piece of butcher paper in Barton's anatomy class an hour later.

It seemed teachers pet was so 90’s. Or at least so three weeks ago.

They were all trying to make a fun turn of phrase. You had to admit they did have a fun ring to them. You weren’t a virgin but that didn’t matter. And you’d never actually spoken to Calderu or Vidal, but why would facts get in the way of a good story.

Everyone believed you were the next art teacher. That you’d been picked and groomed by Calderu and Vidal.

Most believed that they were fucking you. That Calderu fucked Rio and now the two were having an orgy with you.

You were their sex slave, their muse, their house gimp.

You’d seen that someone in animation class had made a gif loop of you. Calderu was smiling and forcing a paintbrush down your throat, you were giving it head.

You didn’t complain, not to anyone.

You had no friends, and no confidant. You were in your senior year. This wasn’t how you’d remember your college experience, you didn’t care really.

You sorta wished they were right.

What you weren’t expecting was one of your charcoal drawings in Romanoffs class next day to be destroyed…someone had vandalized your art.

You bit your lip to keep your anger at bay.

‘Rio’s Little Whore.’ Was in red sharpie on top of your charcoal drawing of a famous ship. It had taken you thirty two hours and wasn’t even done yet.

You thought it was a bit of a let down, the other names at least held some thought. Whore was such a silly thing, to try to weaponize for you. You liked sex, you’d liked when someone called you a whore in bed.

They could call you a whore, but the drawing had taken you so long..

You wished you were sleeping with your professor. Then at least the bullying would be worth it. To hear Rio moan as you fucked her.

You grabbed the charcoal drawing and crumpled it up, throwing it out.

When Romanoff asked where your piece was you told her you’d forgotten it at home. She’d eyed you curiously, you’d never gotten a bad grade in her class before, but given you a zero.

That was fine.

After that night you got to your dorm.

The day wasn’t over it seemed.. On your dorm door differen’t people in different hand writing had all kinds of things to call you. But in big letters over the number of your door was another zinger;

‘Calderu’s Next Cunt’

Ok this was gonna start being a problem.

Two weeks into the names and vandalism you were getting sick of the attention. And you didn’t want to retaliate and get expelled from the school. Because you were pretty sure it was the clique of Rogers and Maximoff but you didn’t want to stir more shit.

The Professors were oblivious to your new life changes.

Romanoff started to display your work more often in her class and Barton asked if you wanted to be his TA. You kinda felt gross around them. Like they didn’t have thoughts of their own. They liked you because Rio and Lilia had decided you were talented. But you’d been in their classes too. So was this just to get on Mrs. Calderu’s good side?

And as you turned down Professor Barton you did feel a little bad; anyone else would have found it a dream. The attention of so many powerful people in the art scene in New York.

Not you, you liked being anonymous and now you weren’t.

Your crush felt even more on display now. Rio was everywhere.

You thought it would eventually die out.

But then gotten the invite.

You waited until the end of class and everyone cleared out. Vidal was brining paint brushes to the sink that was covered in decades of paint, and would never be white again. You mustered up the courage to walk over to her.

“Professor, there’s been a mistake.” You said to her back. You saw her chuckle before getting a papertowel. Letting the paintbrushes sit on the counter.

“No mistake. I did wonder how long it would take for you to actually talk to me though.” She turned and you tried to not blush.

Holding her gaze felt like warfare. But you did it.

Ok so you had a really bad crush. You’d stalked her work at the art gallery, and you’d died when Vidal had turned out to be your professor.

But it was Rio Vidal!

She was goth meets Daddy meets artistic genius. Anyone with a pulse would get hard under her gaze.

“Professor, you should really give this invitation to Billy or Peter.”

“Bold of you, to think you get a say in that. But you are bold aren’t you. You have a lot of spunk in you. Which they don’t know because..You have this…wallflower thing down to an act. You don’t speak, even though you know the answers to all my questions. You try to sit in the back. Never one to make a fuss. You thought I’d just let you stay under a rock. But I see you. I see your art too. You are loud and colorful, you have so much passion. I’m sure someone told you to shut up. But I think they did you a disservice.”

That was more than anyone had ever noticed you. And you tried not to shake in front of your professor.

Rio is drying her hands still, getting the paint off, but her eyes are weighing you. And you can’t stand how good her words feel against your body. You are holding the invitation in your hands like it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

To be seen by her, to be with her.

“Professor Vidal, it’s very nice. But I’m going to have to refuse your offer.” You couldn’t do this with Rio.

“Oh, that’s cute. But it’s not an offer. You don’t get to ignore it. I’ll just keep after you. And you can ask this entire school. I’m a pain in the ass. Plus I already told Calderu, and she’s seen your work too. You can’t hide anymore sweetheart.”

You gulp and look around the room.

You think about leaving the school, maybe you could transfer?

Rio seems to push through your fear with more bravery.

“Nowhere to hide. I did want to talk to you for a while now. But I figured I’d wait until you were ready. Jen called, says she hasn’t seen you in a few weeks. Asked if I’d gotten the courage to ask you out yet.”

You forgot to breathe.

Rio didn’t let you panic long though.

“I told her I was waiting for you to say something to me. But it’s been months. Then here you go and start churning out these pieces. Now what went from my little secret crush, is well.. Now I feel like I actually know you. God, you have something special. And you sit in the back with your head down. It’s truly the most upsetting thing I’ve seen in..my entire career here. Itjust isn’t right.”

Rio’s talking about you, but you are convinced you are being punked.

“So the invite is because you want a date?” You say and there’s hurt in your tone. But you are curious if this at all real.

“No, it’s not like that. I told Lilia I couldn’t keep teaching you. Because I want to date you. And she said I was being a chicken shit. But she walked in here to go to lunch the other day. And out of all the paintings drying, of course she sees yours. She knew it was you. You stand out, even though you try so hard to fade into the background. Must be exhausting being so gorgeous inside and out. And wanting to be so ordinary.” Rio smiles but there’s something so melancholy about it. Like she felt bad for how much work you were putting into the lie.

“I don’t think-“ You try and she cuts you off again.

You are about eight feet away from each other, yet you feel too close.

“I’m going to keep teaching you. Because I’m a moth drawn to you. But Lilia is teaching upstairs again. She’s not on the payroll. It’s an under the table type of deal. Peter and Billy got their invites already. I waited to give you yours. I wanted you to talk to me.” Rio says it and you wonder if she’s cocky. How did she know you’d talk to her? Tell her no.

“Professor-“ You try again.

“Let’s start here, you can call me Rio. Please don’t make me chase you. I will if that’s what it takes..But don’t fight this opportunity; go to the studio. You have the code. Lilia and I basically live up there. Spend some time with us. We’ll have you gallery ready by the end of the semester. We will write you a bunch of recommendations and open doors you never thought possible. Spend some time with us. If you don’t want the date that’s ok. I mean I’ll be butt hurt but…I did already grocery shop and included some ice cream to drown my sorrows, just in case.”

Rio jokes and it’s so sweet that you wonder if her tough professor act is wrong. Perhaps Rio Vidal is a big mush. Maybe she’s demanding perfection from her students, but in her personal life. Maybe she’s a hopeless romantic?

“Really?” You scrunch your eyebrows and Rio shrugs one shoulder and then divulges more.

“Ok it may be bourbon. But listen, I like you. But that’s not why you are getting this invite. You earned it.” Rio wants that to be clear, it’s obvious in the way she’s looking at you.

So, you figured one time going wouldn’t hurt.

And something about the space and Lilia and Rio. It made you feel more at home than you had ever before.

Lilia put on music that was too loud. She dances around the room throwing her paintbrush in the air like she’s conducting the orchestra.

Rio and Lilia painted next to you three, they didn’t just teach. It was a studio space for all of you to create. They laughed and talked the whole time. Peter and Billy talked to you, really talked to you. Not the half ass polite surface level conversations.

You found it hard to not talk about yourself in the four of their presence, they were all so much fun.

Peter started to bring his Aunt May’s food, because none of you left the studio. So you began to have these big family meals. Drinking and laughing sat around telling stories.

But it didn’t end with lunches and dinners.

It would be four am and Lilia would throw her jacket down as a pillow on the desk. Rio would make another coffee from the shitty Keurig Lilia had brought for them. You all used it and Billy, who had never had coffee before this group, looked like he needed a glass of water.

You eyed him as Rio put a bunch of power creamer into a mug she’d gifted from her collection for you to use.

“Should we be worry?” You asked her as you both looked at Billy tweaking out and pushing pastel sticks around with his fingers. It seemed he was obsessing over rats demolishing his piece.

“If he goes another two hours on the rats, we’ll get him a smoothie or IV or something.” Rio jokes and you reached for the coffee. Rio’s fingers and yours meet and you look down.

“Sorry.” You say and take the coffee mug.

“Don’t apologize, unless you don’t plan on doing it again.” Rio flirted and you smiled at her.

“You are oftly sure of yourself. You do this with other students Professor?” You tease her and she shakes her head.

“No, never. I just for the first time in my fourty years of life found my muse. I’m trying to court her, but she hasn’t let me take her out on a date yet. So I keep making her shitty Keurig coffee.” Rio has more rizz in her pinky finger than all of your exes combined.

“Muse huh? Sounds like you are putting her on a pedestal. That can get lonely.” You push your luck and Rio thinks about it for a moment.

“No, there’s a difference. I don’t put her on a pedestal, I see her. There’s a difference between idolizing someone and finding their very being makes you want to …love.” Rio admits and Peter snaps to attention having fallen asleep on a table.

“Holy shit, what time is it? Where are we?”

You grab Rio’s wrist turning it to see her watch and she smiles at how comfortable you are manhandling her.

“It’s three am Pete. You don’t have to meet MJ until six. Go back to sleep.”

He nods before falling back against the plastic table.

You look at Rio again and wonder if she wants you to say something about the ‘L’ word she just dropped. But she eyes your coffee mug before looking at your face again.

“You don’t think that…You might have a crush on a professor just because she’s your professor?” She asked like maybe you had a fetish for teachers.

You wondered if talking like it wasn’t happening between you and Rio was easier for her in this moment. You take a sip of the coffee, for being kiuerig Rio had learned how you liked your coffee quickly.

“No, I don’t think it has anything to do with any of that. I mean I like that my professor is older. But that’s not why..It’s..” You trail off and Rio lets her fingertips play with the rim of her mug.

“Yes?”

Lilia snores loudly and then her alarm on her phone goes off. She wakes up and your alone time with Rio is over once more.

Your Dead Poet Society was taking over your life, all of your lives really.

You all ate every meal together, you drew, you painted, you got lost in their warm embrace.

Nothing was off limits, Billy came in on Friday night to where all of you were no longer working.

Lilia put on a foreign film on the projector she’d stolen from another epartment. And at one point you’d all abandoned your art projects and were watching the movie. Rio had gone into the staff room and stolen a box of microwave popcorn. You had Lilia and Rio next to you and you held the bag. As the two of them talked through the whole film. Lilia threw a few kernels at the screen when she thought someone made a stupid choice.

You realized that Rio thought of Lilia like a mother, not just a mentor. They teased each other but Lilia cared for Rio. It was such a gorgeous dynamic. You felt bad for all the rumors about them.

Billy made the art door beep and you all turned to see your fifth member. Peter had fallen asleep within the first five minutes of the film. His face had charcoal all over it.

“How’d it go kiddo? Get laid?” Lilia asked him and he brushed his eyes, smearing the eyeliner.

“Oh Billy! What happened?” You asked him and he walked over to you three. Rio got up to pause the movie. Lilia grabbed his shaking body and kissed his cheeks over and over.

They all talked about Billy’s terrible date. Eventually Billy wasn’t sad anymore, he was instead laughing at Lilia’s recounting a terrible time she’d have giving a blowjob.

She’d told him only to blow models in Soho during fashion week.

You laughed along with them and Rio winked at you.

It felt like your lives were getting better from each other.

Lilia came in on a Tuesday and she asked Billy for help. Her god child Eddie had just come out and she didn’t know how to best support him. Billy was honored, and in the end Billy and Eddie met up. Turned out that Billy no longer hung out on Friday nights with the Dead Poet Society, he had a new boyfriend.

You found it impossible to go to your dorm at the end of the night. Peter threw down a sleepingbag a few weeks ago and your club was thrilled at the idea. Rio laughed and said she’d wished she’d thought of that her senior year. Lilia attempted to doordash a bunch of them from REI.

You guys rarely left the room. Lilia was preparing for a new gallery opening, Rio had to give more of her finished work for Jen. You three had a mountain of homework, so there just wasn’t an end to it.

And the space of artists working on something made it collaborative and gave everyone new ideas.

Like a party that never found the close at the last bit of the night.

Like a family finding each other after a storm.

And Rio.

Oh Gods, Rio was the best, she was everything you’d ever wished for. And you’d not gone on a date yet.

You stole moments.

The two of you laughed and whispered to each other. Rio always sat next to you in the studio and Lilia would be merciless making jokes about you two being the cutes couple.

You’d been so embarrassed at first, hoping that Rio wouldn’t get in trouble. But it seemed Calderu wouldn’t ever let anything happen to her adopted daughter. Not even if she fucked a student.

God you wished Rio would make a move. But she continued to flirt with you until your body felt like jello.

But Rio was a gentleman. She never pushed, she liked the build it seemed. She wanted you to get to know her, outside of the scary facade she gave the class.

You learned about all the things that made Rio. Like her obsession with plants, or how she ordered pesto pizza with mushrooms. You learned that she’d had her heart broken bad with a marriage in her early twenties and it ended quick. You liked the little things that Rio didn’t let anyone know too. Like how she said she liked German screamo, but on her phone you found she had a playlist dedicated to 60’s folk. Her most listened to including Joan Baez.

Which her mother loved and used to sing to Rio. Sadly her mother had died very young, and you knew Rio ached to talk to her one more time.

Rio in her sleep spoke Spanish. And that’s how you found out her father was actually from Puerto Rico. So when he called her on Saturday to ask if she was working too hard, you heard them speak spanish back and forth together. You liked hearing Rio speak Spanish, it was so sexy.

So was impossible to leave for more than just the art. Something about having non stop access to Rio’s warmth, her flirtatious attention, her friendship. It was impossible to go back to your dorm.

You’d all go to class and in between you’d meet at the studio. Using the code only you five knew. You were there in the mornings and evenings, you hadn’t spent more than a few hours in your dorm in you don’t know how long. You used the showers and that was about it. Your back started hurting from sleeping on the stupid studio floor.

But you couldn’t complain, not when Rio would throw her sleeping back next to yours.

Every night it got a little closer to yours.

And you were hoping that one day you’d join zippers and make it one stupid sleeping bag. Because last night your bags touched for the first time. And Rio’s hand had found yours.

You couldn’t believe it. But holding Rio’s hand was your knew favorite high. You woke up and her fingers still clung to yours. It was all too good to be true.

Which is why a month into your Dead Poet Society you were suprised when Rio didn’t smile at you as you walked into her class.

She looked furious and you wondered what had happened.

But she waited for everyone to sit before she walked up to the front of the class. She didn’t have her easel set up, ready to demonstrate. She didn’t tell everyone to get out their supplies and continue what they’re working on.

Instead she walked over to her desk and then back over.

Holding your ship, the one you’d thrown out, the one with the red ink on the top in front of the class.

Oh fuck.

‘Rio’s Little Whore’ it read, it was crumpled from when you’d thrown it away.

“Hey Rogers and Carter, do you want to tell me what this is?”

Peg looked at Steve and then back at Rio.

“I don’t know Professor.” She lied and you felt eyes turning to look at you. Because of course they knew it was yours.

Oh god.

“This is your last chance, the Maximoffs are in the admin building right now being expelled from this stunt. We will be black listing them from Ivy league schools in the region as well. They’ll never show art in this town either, Calderu and I have seen to that. So last chance, Carter, I know Rodgers is an air head. Now let’s see if you can make a decision for yourself. Do you want to tell me what happened?” Rio offered her and she nodded. Rio stood up and Peggy did as Steve’s face turned dark red in irritation at his girlfriend.

But Rio and Peg walked out of the class and you flinched as the door closed.

All eyes were on you.

‘Rio’s Little Whore.’

No one said it but it rang in your ears.

You grabbed your stuff left as fast as you could. Billy and Peter tried to stop you. But you were out the door so quick. Billy was shouting your name down the corridor.

You left the school building and walked the streets of New York. Your world coming down fast onto the cement around you.

You thought you’d lost Billy but he grabbed your shoulder.

“Stop! Listen to me! Forget them! Why didn’t you tell any of us?” He was panting as he ran to get you.

“Rio and I aren’t, we haven’t even kissed or gone on a date! It’s not -” You defend, because you don’t want her to get in trouble. Because what was sweet is now twisted.

Billys curls bounced as he shook his head. His black eyeliner really making his eyes pop. You both were bumped as New Yorkers slammed into you, annoyed you’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. He guided you to the side of the walk way under a Deli’s neon sign.

“No, not about Rio. I’m talking about how people have been bullying you! How they destroyed your art! That’s a reason to get expelled! It’s in the handbook for the school. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have fought for you. We’re friends you know? I know that Maximoffs are my cousins but..I don’t like them. I like you! We’re part of Dead Poets Society. You can trust me.” Billy tells you and you can’t form a sentence.

Peter runs over and he’s holding both Billy and his art folders and backpacks.

“You guys were hard to catch up with. It was me..I told Rio. I’m sorry if you are mad. I saw your dorm room and it had a bunch of graffiti on it. So I told Rio. And then Calderu was there and the two of them confronted the other teachers. Pretty sure they’re in trouble too. I guess Romanoff pulled your drawing out of the trash. It’s a mess, I should have told you first.” Peter looked like he felt so guilty.

You didn’t know what to say.

On one hand it was sweet her wanted to defend you, but this was a fucking mess.

“Rio’s probably wondering where you are.” Billy said but he turned around and looked into the Deli.

“Let me buy you lunch.” Peter quickly stated and you eyed him like he was crazy. “Matzaball soup in this deli is actually pretty good. And they make good subs and they squish them with the chips just right. Let me do that, please? I have to do something.” Peter asks and you can see it’s an apology.

This is why you didn’t make friends. Because people always made things worse. But did they?

Because you’d spent the past month next to to these two men. You’d grown to love them. Love Lilia Calderu as she smiled and kissed your cheek telling you what you were making was special.

Peter had drawn you your favorite cartoon characters and he always told his Aunt to pack an extra thermos of tomato soup. Because he knew it was your favorite.

Billy asked for your spotify username, because on the small occasions Lilia didn’t play her Opera music. Rio had given you the bluetooth speaker and Billy had loved it. Billy was always asking you for your opinion on his work. He looked up to you. Which was insane.

They were a family now.

And Rrio.

Oh god Rio.

She was…everything.

You’d died the first time she’d nicknamed you ‘cariño’ it wasn’t fair.

Maybe your mom was wrong.

Maybe this was better than being alone.

You eyed Peter as he was practically begging with his eyes to fix it. He knew realistically that soup and sandwich didn’t fix what you’d just went through. But he grew up with his Aunt. And food soothed most things in his experience. So this was his apology and his declaration of friendship. An act of service, a way to express his love.

And you could tell him to fuck off. Put his sub sandwitch where the sun don’t shine.

Tell him you didn’t want him or his stupid soup.

But his eyes pleaded and you turned to Billy who grabbed your hand and squeezed.

This was so much better than alone.

You nod and they both smile before pulling you into the Deli.

_____

You don’t go back to the studio. Even though Billy and Peter beg you to come see Lilia and paint for a while. Knowing it’s what makes all of you feel better. You refuse.

“Rio is gonna ask us where you went.” Peter points out and you shake your head.

“That’s why I’m not telling you.” You tease him but they both look worried.

“Do you want us to go with you? I’m worried about what Wanda might do to your stuff at your dorm. I can come with.” Billy says and you shake your head.

“You are gonna be ok right? Please don’t go Awol. You are our fearless club leader.” Peter smiled lamely and added. And you didn’t think of yourself as their leader at all. But you hug Peter and then turn and hug Billy.

You pull your old black backpack and head towards the subway.

You go to the MET for five hours. Walking around the sections you know Alice picked.

You buy an over priced cup of hot tea, your hands shake.

You thought being around all this art would help, but as you stare at the amazing artist who came before you. You just feel lost.

You leave and find yourself just aimlessly walking.

Until you are in front of Jen’s gallery. Because of course you are.

You open the door and no one’s there. Jen isn’t behind the corner and you are almost glad she’s not here. You don’t think you can face her.

But you go to the space at the back of the gallery and it’s got all of Rio’s new art.

You stop at the one that just got hung up, you can tell because it doesn’t have a plaque yet.

But you know it’s Rios.

Because it’s you.

She painted you, you are in a tanktop and paint spalltered jeans. You have your hair in your face as you are bent over a canvas. You look so focused, it’s morning. Because you can see the pink and blue of the sunrise. New York is outside, and you are at home in the studio.

You’d not even seen her painting this.

But somehow through Rio’s lens, you looked really beautiful.

You feel horrible.

You plop onto the floor.

Sitting criss crossed on the nice gallery floor, alone.

As you look at how this amazing artist see’s you.

You stare at it and you start to cry.

You aren’t sure if it’s because of all of the emotions you feel for Rio. You aren’t sure if it’s the bullying you were getting. You aren’t sure if it’s because for the first time, you are clear your mom was wrong.

Because how could you be so terrible.

If someone saw you like that.

You jump when you hear the front door.

Wiping your eyes you try to hide the tears not ready to have Jen ask why you are sobbing.

But it’s Rio who comes around and she’s got keys in her hand.

“I knew you’d be here.” Rio says and then she walks over to you and she sits down, crossing her own legs. Putting the keys down on the floor in front of her, next to your backpack. She puts a hand on your knee.

“Did Jen call you?”

“No, I called her and told her I was going to use my key and close her shop early.” Rio answered and you put your hand ontop of hers, and she turns her hand to hold yours again.

It feels really right.

“Professor.” You say and Rio lets out a self deprecating chuckle.

“I think you can stick with Rio, don’t you?”

“This is a mess.” You say.

“I thought I was getting through to you, I really did.” Rio said and the sadness in her voice had you floored. You turn and feel hurt now.

“What are you talking about?”

“You waited this whole time, you didn’t come to me. The second this started, you should have told me. I would have protected you.”

“It wasn’t for you to fix.”

“Bullshit.”

“Rio, it wasn’t a big deal-”

“They ruined your art. That’s the biggest deal. That ship was incredible. I know artist twice your age who couldn’t get close to that.” Rio compliments and you wipe your tears again.

“Rio, I think you just made it worse. Now they have more fuel.” You admit and Rio shakes her head.

“No one is doing that to your stuff again, Lilia and I won’t let them. I won’t let any of them hurt you.”

“It’s not so bad you know…”

“It’s horrible, your dorm door looks like a club bathroom stall!” Rio yells a and it echos in the empty space. You wonder if the art is judging you on the wall. You had hoped Rio hadn’t seen the dorm slurs. But it seemed this was not your day.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“What then?”

“I didn’t mind being Rio’s Little Whore. I wanted to be yours.” You say softly, and it hurts. God it hurts all over.

And you feel her eyes on you.

And it is so much better than everyone elses eyes on you. All their gross attention.

But this was all the audience you’d ever wanted.

Rio Vidal

The artist who could paint ‘exactly what love and fear feel like.’

You’d fallen in love with her before you even knew her name. You’d seen her in every brush stroke.

You’d sunk even harder seeing her that first day of class.

Becoming hypnotized and utterly mad with her talented hands moving against a canvas. And you sat silently going crazy every day from the back of the class room.

As Rio taught something unteachable, something so effortless to Rio. Because she oozed talent.

She haunted your dreams and every waking moment now.

You’d imagined her voice as you drew alone, Rio was everywhere to you. You couldn’t get a fucking slice of pizza without imaging her pesto and mushroom slice. Rio was always with you, like paint under your fingernails that you can’t reach.

It had always been Rio Vidal.

And what you hadn’t planned for.

Is for her to see you in return.

You were supposed to blend into the background. You never accounted for her to see you.

Love wasn’t supposed to feel like this. But Rio made the world full of color, and now you couldn’t go back to the greys.

You are knocked flat onto your back as Rio climbs ontop of you. You don’t have a moment to gasp as her lips find yours.

Rio knows exactly what love and fear feel like.

And you taste it all on her, and you have never felt more happy to be a muse.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #agatha all along #audrey plaza #marvel fanfiction #rio vidal #rio vidal professor #professor au #professor x reader #rio vidal x reader #aaaweek25 #Spotify

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Soleum & Yeongeun's friendship

Tearing up a little bit thinking of Solyeong's friendship and bond...

(long post under the read more)

sorry this is a little disorganized

Mutual trust & respect

Go Yeongeun was the first person in this world to fully trust and believe in Kim Soleum, because as she said, she'd "rather follow someone kind", to the point of being the first to step out of that train car after hearing Soleum's reasoning. This continues as he solidifies his rapport with her. Even if Yeongeun knows what he's doing is ridiculous or outrageous and even a danger to himself, she has immense trust and respect for him and his weird process/plans because, as she thought to herself in MOTB, he "hasn't led her astray before."

In turn, Kim Soleum also has so much confidence in her and her capabilities, always admiring her calmness and composure, which he must recognize to be the result of her incredible self restraint, and probably past experiences. He always sees what she's doing in the background and lauds her for her compassion and incredible competence in helping and treating others, and how her quick wit, good sense and decisive nature allows her to take charge in certain situations, like getting the civilian kids they're rescuing in order, boosting their morale in trying times. Whenever Yeongeun is around, and readily assists her fellow survivors, he'd always think "so reliable". He can breathe a sigh of relief knowing someone with a good head on her shoulders was on his side. He respects her so much in fact, that to him, her making a mistake (under normal circumstances) was nearly unfathomable. In the Looky Mart arc, for example, when he was recalling how dire the conditions were that if they had to stick around any longer, everyone would inevitably make mistakes, "even Go Yeongeun", which I find to be really sweet, because he's held onto this belief ever since MOTB I feel. Any other typical daydream employee (like that one supervisor who died at sekwang) would've written her off as incompetent or "dispensable" after being sacrificed by her superior in MOTB or being led astray by her senior agent in Looky Mart. But he knew, that in MOTB her boss was the jerk who pushed a well-intentioned rookie into the line of danger, while in Looky Mart, she had little leg room due to being a spy, she couldn't just defy her senior on one of her first missions...

Mutual understanding

Having worked alongside each other for some time, they've come to understand each other quite well, particularly when it comes to the traits they both share.

Kim Soleum frequently denies this about himself, but Go Yeongeun, being someone frequently lauded for her kindness, is fully aware of how kind her coworker truly is, often to a fault. I mentioned before how both she and Haje feel this way about him, "Kim Soleum is too kind for his own good." She knows the lengths he goes through to help people, to cover for them, and the sacrifices he makes for other people, and conversely, how little rewards he'd reap from them.

In MOTB, for example he lied to his own squad in order to get both her and Baek Saheon to escape as well, so that they wouldn't be abandoned. He didn't really need her to hold the candle for him, he could've asked any of his squad mates. She also told him off to not be too nice in corporate environments, and not to be too kind to others, lest he gets taken lightly, to which Soleum denies internally, claiming that it's a misunderstanding/she's overestimating him. But we already know that D squad, Director Ho and Kwak Jaekang are already aware of his nature, and thaat he's already being taken advantage of by Ho Yuwon anyway.

Similarly, I think Soleum recognizes just how much of Yeongeun's calmness and composure is borne of great effort and incredible self restraint. It's not that she's not scared, but she just hides it really well. She shows a lot of restraint, and consciously makes the decision to maintain her composure, regarding it as her specialty. I do think that's also why Soleum feels a strong sense of camaraderie with her.

And over time, they were able to read each other well enough. Go Yeongeun was able to follow along with Kim Soleum's thought process and plans, and similarly Kim Soleum learned how to read her actions and expressions better. The brief conversations they'd have with each other, where they just sit side by side, commiserating with each other as they mull over work and think about their next move, are really nice...

They look out for each other

Since they both understand each other so well, they come to look out for each other whenever they're working together.

Yeongeun has incredible self restraint, but there are times where she really can't hold it in, because she's very passionate and feels very strongly, so there are times where Soleum has to remind her to hold it in a bit, lest she gets punished for insubordination or something similar. He gets how she feels, he often shares similar sentiments, but he knows she would likely regret it later.

For example, she couldn't help but get mad at Ryu Jaekwan for being what she judged to be an irresponsible superior who lacked gratitude, especially considering what horrors she witnessed Kim Soleum go through... And knowing what he had to give up. She was literally so ready to argue with him, she had more than a few choice words... But held it in after KSE diffused the situation.

Similarly with Director Ho, she was shocked upon hearing about the "punishment", and was about to emotionally respond, before Kim Soleum gently signaled her to hold it in...

And when it comes to Soleum helping her, a particular scene comes to mine, and just a disclaimer: this is just my personal interpretation so do take this with a grain of salt!

So the scene in question, took place in Looky Mart, when they were just settling outside the tent to plan their next move... (after Kim Soleum's Fun Arm Barbecue), and Soleum tried to convince her to go with him to find Bronze, and she reluctantly agreed. Soleum thanked her, and she retorted saying she should be the one thanking him because if it weren't for Soleum, she would have died on that stairwell. And while this definitely refers to Soleum de-contaminating her with those churros, I feel that she's not just thanking him for that, but also for helping her out of her passive suicidal ideation (she tried convincing him and the kid that it was hopeless for her, so she might as well serve as decoy). He just flat out refused to go with it, and instead of saying anything else, he pulled the kid forward, and asked her to help him treat his injury. Yeongeun is someone with a lot of pride, so this was the way to do it. He didn't say much, he just appealed to her compassion because he knew her, she couldn't refuse treating an injured person. And it actually worked, this time while she still refused to join them, citing the risks, she actually said she'll wait for a rescue instead, because she still didn't want to be a liability to them. Eventually, she relented when he brought out the candle, and factually said that she was the only one who could handle it at this time (with him being labeled non-human and the kid being injured and unstable).

The point here is that, Soleum basically convinced her that she was in fact, still needed, that she wasn't just dead weight and actually had a pivotal role in getting them around and possibly out, and that escape was possible!

On the other hand, Soleum, while usually meticulous with his plans, can often be reckless with a general disregard for his personal safety (guy thinks hacking his limbs off is a foolproof plan). That's why, even though she knows he's fully capable of taking care of himself, Yeongeun often throws little reminders to not get himself too carried away, to be careful (e.g. in MOTB) and would even disagree with his plans if it poses too much risk (e.g. in Looky Mart). Being someone who was in the medical field, she expressed shock and concern upon learning he was discharged a mere 1 week after literally having his arm chopped off, and also happens to be one of the only two people in the story who recommended him for counseling, as in, to get some psychiatric help, because she knows he needs it.

Outside of work, Go Yeongeun also consistently sent him congratulatory messages whenever he achieved an impressive feat at work (chapter 87). IIRC she was also the one who added him to the new recruits' group chat, so really... It's safe to say that she was his first ever friend, or friendly colleague in this world.

The point is...

I really like seeing them interact. Both Soleum and Yeongeun are characters who are very dear to me, so it's always a treat seeing them together. They're a pair of really supportive friends, who always try to have each other's backs! And I hope Soleum realizes he's got a friend in Yeongeun too! She may not understand him as deeply, but she cares for him just as he does her...

#talk #gsgw #kim soleum #go youngeun #go yeongeun #this isn't really a ship post? But i just love them both.....#this took so long to write bc i am so. scatterbrained lately lmfao #mine #괴담출근

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