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blkkizzat · 8 months

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please write nerd geto ! i’m sure you’ll write something amazinggg

Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 ♡

Lessons in Anatomy

“Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.

cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k

“I can’t believe I’m here and missing the biggest party of the year!”

You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your school’s football league championship win.

Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!

You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.

100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.

Well not forced exactly.

You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.

“Well I for one can’t believe you’re dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.”

Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.

Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldn’t be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.

However, as a pre-med student he’d much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.

“Hey! I didn’t cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!”

You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.

“Urgh, it’s not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didn’t even know there was a second section!”

Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had ‘ECON 230B’ printed in big bold letters at the top.

You all were idiots.

Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.

The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the ‘The Boom Bros’, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.

That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.

Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you ‘saved the big game’.

Suguru couldn’t care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.

Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.

“Y/N, just try to focus on studying, please.”

You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.

How did Suguru’s nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?

Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.

It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojo’s closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.

Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so you’re sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. It’s just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.

Although, even if you did flunk out you weren’t that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldn’t find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojo’s three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his family’s company.

He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your group’s graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.

But that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.

Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.

It’s not like you didn’t get along with Suguru, he’d been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.

You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.

You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.

And this was definitely not fun.

Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about ‘demand curve fluctuations’, you were ready to climb up the walls.

You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.

Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.

Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.

He curses your university’s school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they don’t fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.

You’ve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But it’s no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.

“Seeing something you like, Sugu baby?”

Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.

Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but can’t resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.

“Y/N, can’t you just focus? You’ve barely made any progress… Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toru’s mistress or something?”

Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).

Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.

“Okay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?”

Annoyance flashes in Suguru’s eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.

“Your pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesn’t count by the way!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didn’t want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.

You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time he’d ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).

Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?

“Yeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldn’t know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.”

Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.

Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.

“Oh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?”

Suguru knows he probably shouldn’t push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru can’t help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.

“Well I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?”

You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.

“—and I mean one that didn’t come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet you’ve never even squirted before.”

Damn.

You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.

It was mostly true to be honest.

A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo… or both.

Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but… fuck –Wait…squirting?! Wasn’t that just pee? Gross!

Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.

“Alright, so frat boys aren’t sex gods, tell me something I don’t know. It’s still sex Suguru—”

You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.

“— sex that you aren’t having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, I’m so not into piss-play, Sugu!”

You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.

The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.

Suguru couldn’t actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!

On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked out…

Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.

To be honest, you weren’t even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!

Just what made this so funny!? Because you didn’t want to piss yourself during sex?!

“Sugu…”

“Hey, Suguru!!!”

Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.

You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you weren’t too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.

However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.

Suguru’s wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.

So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense — almost.

“Don’t be an asshole Sugu…”

Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.

Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasn’t the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldn’t help but stare at him now.

He had grown much more into his features since high school.

College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didn’t go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didn’t miss going to the gym.

He didn’t look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.

Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didn’t want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.

Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.

Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.

“Hey Bunny, I’m sorry...”

You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldn’t remember the last time he called you that.

Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.

Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguru’s soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.

“It’s just that… I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, it’s definitely not pee.”

You huffed. You still weren’t convinced it wasn’t pee but now you were more curious than anything.

“And how do you know that Suguru? You’ve made a girl squirt before?”

There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.

Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.

If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you weren’t fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.

“Well, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.”

You mouthed an ‘O’— a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didn’t party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.

But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?

Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldn’t stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.

You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?

Maybe the guys you hooked up with weren’t the problem then? Maybe you were.

“What if– w-what if I’m the problem Suguru? What if I just can’t?”

Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguru’s other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.

“It’s not a matter of can or can’t Bunny, you just don’t know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguru’s mouth. You weren’t shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.

Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.

Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There weren’t often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.

You didn’t actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.

“If you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.”

Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.

“I’ll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?”

You try to keep a poker face but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.

“Let’s think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?”

His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.

“Hop on up, Bunny. It’s time for your anatomy lesson.”

You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.

Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldn’t actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguru’s eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.

Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguru’s study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.

He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.

You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.

“Sugu, you can’t be serious. I feel like you’re about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.”

Suguru’s mouth twitches up into a smirk.

“There’s a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If you’re going to squirt I’m going to need to find that slutty lil’ gland of yours and I don’t mean your clit, Bunny.”

You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.

You couldn’t deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadn’t taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.

Suguru can barely believe he’s really about to do this.

If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.

“I’ll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.”

You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.

Suguru’s fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.

“Well aren’t you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. You’ll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?”

Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. It’s fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguru’s eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.

But not your pussy just yet.

His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.

Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguru’s own.

“Sugu–”

“Patience, Bunny. It’s no wonder you never cum if you’re so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This won’t happen if you aren’t relaxed, can you try to do that for me?”

You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguru’s soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you don’t know how to just take it in the moment.

You had never been touched this delicately before.

Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.

If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.

“You know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?

Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.

“Say it, Y/N.”

Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.

“Er-Ero-gennn-ous.”

Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.

“Good girl. Ya know, you’re quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.”

Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much he’s affecting you.

Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.

“Are you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?”

You whimpered. You aren’t sure how you got here.

How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didn’t know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.

You loved it.

Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. You’re losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.

“Y-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!”

Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.

Returning his attention back to your ear Suguru’s breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.

“AHH!”

The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguru’s quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.

Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.

“Good girl… This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.”

Suguru’s voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.

“It's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, don’t I? You don’t mind Y/N do you?”

You still can’t bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.

“Feeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?”

Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable you’re realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still don’t feel comfortable expressing your needs.

“Hey, Y/N–”

Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.

“–you have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely won’t squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesn’t.”

You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.

“Stop t-teasing S-Sugu… I-I know you can tell it’s good.”

Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.

“Oh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, she’s so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.”

The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.

“If you’re going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat n’pretty cunt of yours deserves it.”

Suguru’s mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as you’re sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.

“Or perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?”

Suguru chuckles but doesn’t make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.

Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.

Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.

“Oh, looks like she’s ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.”

Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.

“So fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lil’ pussy, aren’t you?”

A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.

Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.

You want him.

“Sugu–”

“–Shhh!”

Suguru cuts your pleas short.

“Don’t interrupt Doctor Geto when he’s speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny… Your nasty lil’ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isn’t she?”

You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. It’s only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.

Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.

Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search of–

“Found her.”

Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didn’t even know existed until now.

“FAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKK–”

Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.

Suguru had expected an intense reaction. He’d seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy you’d be while he was doing it.

The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.

Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.

“W-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!”

Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. It’s not very sexy, so you won’t remember it and it’s important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.

You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldn’t take any longer, finding your voice.

“Su-Surugu, N-Need–N-need more. P—please!”

Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.

“Oh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?”

“M-my pussy– fuck– p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. She’ll be so good for you!”

Suguru’s pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.

Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguru’s mouth.

Fuck, you’re greedy as hell.

The kiss makes Suguru’s head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.

Suguru couldn’t lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.

Catching you off guard, he bullies a third finger– his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips.

You aren’t able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.

Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguru’s fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.

You’ve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You want– no need, to feel Suguru’s cock inside you next.

You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguru’s joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.

Suguru notices.

“A-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?”

For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.

“S-Sugu, I-I– I want to but I–”

Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.

It’s coming– you panic— this feeling!

“W-w-ait! Nooo, S–Su–Sugu… I’m g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!

Your hands slip against Suguru’s shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.

Suguru isn’t having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.

The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.

“I told you it’s not pee, Bunny. You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.

“I-I’m s-sowy, Dr. Geto but– I– wanna–.”

You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.

“Shh Bunny, it’s okay– now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.”

At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.

“Doctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!”

“That’s right baby you will… Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.”

Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguru’s fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.

Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you don’t realize you are even screaming until Suguru’s mouth is on top of yours once again.

Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.

Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process what’s happening you’re mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.

Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.

Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.

“Stawwp–”

Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.

“Haven’t got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, can’t you baby? I know she can.”

Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.

The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.

So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.

Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.

Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.

By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.

Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.

You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.

Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.

The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.

“It’s Toru, Y/N. Answer it.”

You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.

Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoru’s voice overflows through the speakerphone.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!”

Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.

“Y/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.”

“–Oh it's you Suguru!”

You end up tuning Satoru out as he’s begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasn’t going to happen even if he didn’t just make you squirt all over him.

Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.

Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.

The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.

You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguru’s cock, it’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement.

You can’t estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.

You need to feel it. Now.

Nevertheless, it isn’t until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.

“Y/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! He’s lame! But you’ll be here soon right???”

A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguru’s cock inside you expeditiously.

“Mhm-nh, Toru sorry, I–I really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Can’t afford to flunk out!”

Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didn’t care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.

You weren’t really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.

Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.

“Mmmm…FUHH-CK-AH!”

You don’t care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.

“Huh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguru’s lessons are the best, aren’t they Y/N?”

You’re openly moaning now. Barely registering Toru’s words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace he’s bullying his cockhead across your clit.

“Y-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!”

Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.

“Hey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join ne–”

Suguru abruptly cuts Satoru’s complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.

He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.

Satoru could fuck off.

“Gawwd Sugu–just fuck m–”

You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties.

Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.

“N-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-t’s okay you came fast but please— fuck me. I’ll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Sugu– need to squirt again all over your cock!”

You don’t know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.

Probably one of the hardest things he’s done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows you’d be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.

BUT– more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.

If you didn’t start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he can’t have that, especially not now after this.

Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.

“Absolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.”

Sticky with Suguru’s cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.

You hoped if you listened to him well enough you’d get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.

Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.

“Only smart sluts get dick, Bunny. You’d better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.”

a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.

Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!

NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: ╰┈➤here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!

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Boyfriend Tutorial

Sieun x Male Reader

Length: 3.2k

Sieun has to teach you how to be her boyfriend.

You wake up thanks to your phone ringtone, blasting the default bell jingle in your right ear, with a humid pool in your notebook and a huge pain in your back. Certainly falling asleep at your desk wasn’t a good sleep position for your spine, and not a comfortable one either, but literature was so powerful, it knocked you out in less than thirty minutes. That said, behind that loud ringtone, you were already sensing an upcoming pain in the ass.

Your phone was almost demanding to be answered, it was as if the notes were screaming in your face. You take a deep breath and pick your phone up to see the person who was calling: “Puppy”. Now, you would’ve never saved anyone with such a name on your contacts but you were forced into it, by the same person that was calling you now, your girlfriend.

Once you slid the green button across the screen, her filtered voice came blasting at full volume.

“Good morning sleepyhead! I bet you had the most profound, warm, dream-inducing, fairy-like sleep ever, right? Must have been so heavenly!” You could already tell it wasn’t a “good” morning for her and it wasn’t supposed to be one for you either. Her voice was already cracking your speaker, she must have been fuming mad.

“Good morning, Sieun…” you said softly, testing the ground.

“Wh—first of all, Sieun? We’ve already discussed this before, baby, say it.”

“Honey.”

“Well done. Second, good morning? Babe, it’s 2 pm!”

“Well, you said it first and I—”

“It was sarcasm, you idiot. Can’t you even tell?” she complained. The large sigh behind the speaker gives you a moment to rest then Sieun starts again. “Gosh, I don’t know how I’m the girlfriend of such an airhead… Anyways, listen here mister.”

You lean back into the chair and look to the ceiling, calling the help of the gods, the angels, the deities above but you know nobody could rescue you now. She said the phrase, Sieun’s mom mode was activated and you could not escape.

“Not only I didn’t receive a good night text, which we have agreed on, not only I didn’t receive a good morning text, but you didn’t say anything to me all day! Wh-what am I? I’m your girlfriend, not a random friend you talk to only when you feel like it.”

“Sieun—honey, I…”

“Go ahead, give me your excuses. Like you always do,” Sieun scoffs. You don’t even dare to sigh, if she heard it, she’d go on another rant about you not caring enough or whatever she had in mind—you didn’t know. Next time you should ask your friend to code you a bot to send her texts or remind you to do it, because at this rate, it was only a matter of time until she’d kill you.

“Nothing, honey, I’m sorry.”

“Well, you’re unforgiven. You better make up for it, alright?”

“Okay, tomorrow I’ll—”

“Not tomorrow! Right now. We’re going on a date. We’ve been a couple for two months and you’ve only taken me on one date when you confessed. I’m tired of waiting, you’re taking me on one right now. Think of a place while you come to my dorm.” When she was done talking, Sieun closed the call without giving you time to say anything else.

You go back to your normal sitting posture to think. Sure, you had to prepare for your test but that was in a week and even if it was a lot of material, it was a threat in the future while Sieun was a very close threat. Putting things on a scale of importance, your girlfriend seemed to be a bit further up. Fine, the date was already decided, you might as well go.

Being Sieun’s boyfriend was, in a lack of words, demanding. You’ve known her for a long time before getting together with her: you were her personal tutor. In the past, her character was definitely rougher and you had to take a long time before she trusted you, but after that you got to see her sweet side. In a mix of hormones and surprise, you eventually asked her out and in a even more surprising twist, she liked you too.

Unfortunately, it was right at the start of your midterm so you couldn’t spend much time with her. Frustruation must have gotten to her too and she was more irritated than usual.

Anyways, you don’t ask yourself anymore questions as you drive the car away from your dorm and drive to your Sieun. While on the road, you looked around thinking of where to take her. She was a very energetic girl and bringing her to watch a movie or to a café would have been very stupid of you. Something like a bowling or an arcade was more fitting. Yeah, you should go to the arcade.

You arrive at her dorm in probably 10 minutes. You knock on the door of her room and another girl opens the door for you. You know her, she’s Sumin, Sieun’s roommate. She comes out of the room like the priest of the Oracle of Delphi, ready to give you one of her prophecies and it wasn’t going to be a good one.

She looks at you with a mixture of fear and worry but politely gives you a smile. “You got Sieun real upset, she’s been complaining all morning,” she says.

“Sorry about that,” you reply apologetically, rubbing the back of your head and bowing.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” she chuckles. “Anyways, she’s in her room, she’s still changing so you can wait in the living room. I’m gonna go buy some groceries.”

“Thank you, Sumin.”

“Good luck,” she says and runs down the stairs. Now it’s only you and Sieun.

“Honey, I’m here!” you yell at a random direction and Sieun yells back, “You can come in, I’m pretty much done!” You come into her room like a soldier on a battle field. There is stuff everywhere on the floor: clothes, make up, bags, magazines, and if you ever dared to step on one of them, it would be over for you.

Sieun was sitting in front of a mirror, touching up her lips. She raises an eyebrow, looking at you through the window, then continues to put on her red in a comfortable silence. You limit yourself to looking at her and thinking about what you’ll do later.

She was done. Sieun got up after clicking the lipstick and grabbed her bag.

She wore a beautiful white dress, simple in appearance but full of little decors up close, it narrows just a little under the chest, not to show too much of her curves but let completely uncovered her shoulders and collarbones, where your eyes went the most. Her pink wavy hair adorned her face perfectly, making her face look smaller and sharper.

The moment she got up, the air inside the room was pushed out, and a sudden void was left in your lungs as you couldn’t master up any coherent word. You stutter a bit, and turn around to shield yourself from a too strong beauty.

“Uhm… so, I was thinking of going—” you can barely start when Sieun interrupts you.

“Really? Is that what you’re going to say?” she scoffs. You turn around and see her rolling her eyes, folding her arms, and leaning back on one leg.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re really useless, aren’t you?” she starts. “You’re lucky I’m an understanding person, the other girls would have left you already, but you have a lot to learn.”

“What did I do wrong?” “Well, I made myself this pretty and you’re just going to ignore it?!” Her voice suddenly increases in pitch and in volume. “A good boyfriend has to give a lot of compliments, you know that? I have to teach you everything apparently.”

“It’s just that… I do think you’re very pretty but I didn’t know what to say. You were so beautiful, you made me speechless. You don’t know how much I want to kiss you right now,” you say honestly.

Sieun is flustered, her cheeks become as pink as hair and she starts to look for a place to hide, without finding one, she covers her face with her hair and storms out of the room. “You said you got a place already, right? Let’s go,” she declares with a mighty voice and then with another almost inaudible voice, she whispers to herself, “What an idiot. He could’ve kept it to himself…”

You can hear her from the other side of the room and sigh at her hypocrisy but whatever, she was cute.

After you told her what you planned and made sure she approved of everything, you went down the dorm and started walking, it was just ten minutes from the building. You start talking about college and the upcoming tests but most of all, you let her rant because she always a lot on her mind.

Things were too smoothly to be true and after five minutes Sieun stops walking. You took a couple of steps before realizing and turn around.

“So are you not gonna do it?” she scoffs.

“What? What should I do?” you ask with confusion.

Sieun stands there with her fist rolled and her lips curled in an annoyed frown. She doesn’t look so much of a princess anymore. “Gosh, you’re so dense, what do I do with you…? Hold hand! You have to hold my hand!”

“But—”

“Look around, dear,” she says and sways her arms to show you, “All the couples are holding hands because that’s what couples do.” Sieun then stretches her arm out, holding her palm open to you. She flicks her chin, without watching you in the eyes, “So?”

You sigh and take her hand. “There.”

You start to walk again and this time Sieun's steps are wider, with more bounce in her shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, if she really wanted to hold hands, she could have just asked nicely. But that wasn’t really in character with her.

“You know,” you start and she turns to look at you. “Your hand is really soft. Your skin is so nice.”

“Is that so?” she almost whispers and turns the other way. “Well, your hand is all rough and shitty.”

“You really got a way with words, honey.” “Walk faster.”

On your way to the arcade, a small sandwich house catches your eye. It was one of those small shops that students usually buy their lunches from, and you know it was good from how worn the tables were. Sieun sees it too and mentions how she always wanted to try it. Come to think of it, you always bought her food as a prize for studying when you were her own tutor.

The arcade is just two from there, you’re already thinking of what games to play: maybe the racing games or the street fighter, it’s been a while since you last tried it.

Sieun stops again.

You almost slap your face but you can’t let her see too much of your annoyance because that was another trigger for her.

“Is anything bothering you, honey?” you ask carefully. This time you chose your words more wisely.

“Do you know what girls like?” Sieun asks you back. “Everyone should know it by now.”

“Bags? Make-up? Kai?”

“Other than that.” She rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know… Money? Everyone likes money.”

“It’s food, you dumbass! Girls like food. If you want a girl to like you, you must offer her food.”

“What does that have to do with— ah… you want me to buy you a sandwich?”

“I don’t want you to buy it. I’m expecting you to do it. Like, I have never seen a boyfriend not offer his girlfriend food. I shouldn’t even have to remind you, you should already know it…”

“Okay, let’s get you something good to eat,” you say and enter the shop while your girlfriend happily hops behind you. The shop was just like how you thought, warm, comfy, and traditional. The person working there was an old woman, with a beautiful smile, that Sieun immediately greeted with excitement even if she never saw her.

You order the food and your bad mood is completely gone while you watch Sieun gulp down the sandwich with her cheeks full.

“This is shoooo good!” she barely says. Even if she was a rich kid, nobody has ever taught her manners. No, actually, they did teach her manners but she just chose not to follow them.

“Do you want a bite?” she then asks you. Leaning on one of her hands she watches you sideways, brushing you with her gaze, “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So do you wanna try?” You nod. Sieun smiles and offers it to you with both her hands over the table. You lean over and take a bite. It was delicious, the eggs and the mayonnaise worked perfectly together and the bread wasn’t too mushy either. But most of all, you two must have looked like one of those couples from the korean dramas Sieun always watches.

She giggles while you clean yourself.

“Damn this is great.”

“I know right! It's so good!” she replies. “Okay, now let me try a bite of yours.”

You give her the sandwich. Yours was way too messy to be fed to her like she did. You take some extra napkins and you swear you hear a “nom” coming from her.

“Whoa! Yours is even better! Why didn't I choose that one?”

“Wanna switch?”

“No, it’s fine.”

When you were done eating, you finally reached the arcade, while holding her hand of course. The flashing lights and no windows really contrasted with the sunny outside. The AC was turned on, because there was no other ventilation, and it was more chilly than outside. Sieun had goosebumps all over her arms and was stroking her skin to warm up.

You give her your flannel shirt. She looks at you with surprise at first then happily puts it on.

“Oh… looks like you’re finally learning,” she smugly says. Sieun is like a little kid in a candy shop. She runs around the machines being easily impressed by every little image she sees on the screens. All that with your big shirts around her, it makes you so proud and happy. It was the dream of every boy come true.

The first game you chose to play together was Street Fighter. You got a couple of tokens, inserted the first one, and chose your characters. You take Ryu because you just liked him more while Sieun takes Chun Li.

Sieun only knows to spam the buttons and slam the machine out of anger whenever she gets hit.

“Sieun, you’re supposed to get out of the way when I punch you, not stay still.”

“Well, I don’t know how to do that!”

“Just move your joystick.”

“It’s easy for you to say it,” she yells and starts pressing random buttons again. After a long beating, it only takes you one final hadouken to beat her, for the fourth time. Sieun stomps her feet like a little kid, she’s fuming.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to let your girlfriend win?” she yells at you.

“Who says that?”

“Everyone knows that!” she says and leaves you alone to find another game, all while throwing you every insult she knew.

You let her cool down for a couple of minutes then went to search her. It took you a while but then you found her in front of the claw machine, the one with the stuffed animals, as she didn’t have any interest in football balls. She looks at you. You look at her.

“Let me guess, you’re going to say boyfriend always get stuffed animals?”

“Tell me, I’m wrong, I dare you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Damn you— you already know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll get it for you, okay?” you say. You put in a token.

Flash forward, you already wasted 5 tokens and you still haven’t got it. Some machines are design to have weak-ass claws so you can’t ever get the thing up, some others have adjustable weights to keep a win-to-profit ratio but the thing that infuriated you the most was how close you were getting—it was just a couple of centimeters from the hole.

“Ooh! You almost got it that time!”

It took you another ten minutes of wasted tokens and swearing to finally get the giant plushie bear. Sieun celebrated so loudly she attracted the eyes of everyone in that room, but you didn’t care, you were too tired.

“Thank you, baby!” she says. “It’s so soft and it’s as big as me.”

“It looks like you.”

“You mean I’m fat?” Her eyes pierce through your heart and you suddenly felt a bullet into your chest.

“No! No no no no no. I mean it’s cute as you.”

“Be careful, mister,” Sieun comments and starts walking on her own. She stumbles upon an air hockey table and challenges you.

You sigh and go along with her. She just wants to have fun, air hockey is too easy anyways.

She destroyed you.

11 - 1. How did she even do that? She was way too fast, you couldn’t even see the pluck and she already scored. She didn’t even celebrate, she already knew she won from the first few seconds. You never saw anyone play as good as her, with impenetrable defense and flashy attack.

“Whatever,” you say, defeated.

“Not so cocky anymore huh?”

“It has gotten late, let’s go.” But Sieun doesn’t let you go. She holds your wrist.

“Are you not gonna say I did good? Boyfriends always—”

“Aish, shut up,” you shut her up and placed your hand on her head. Despite your disappointment, you handled her hair with a lot of gentleness. Feeling her grouchiness come back to her after her momentary confusion ceased, she opened her mouth to grumpily tell you to stop touching, but suddenly felt a very pleasant spark on the top of her head. Her words died a little in her mouth.

Sure enough, you were head patting Sieun, giving her little scratches behind her ears on her scalp. From the way you were doing it, Sieun wouldn’t be surprised if you owned a lot of cats.

She had never gotten petted before, but the feeling was so pleasant it felt like her head was being clouded up with warmth, barely able to focus on any thoughts under the overwhelmingly nice sensation. She felt herself lean into the touch, his grumpiness completely forgotten.

You looked at her amusement and chuckled, “You kinda look like a cute cat.”

Sieun’s face burned red when she realized she was totally enjoying it as if she was touch-deprived and desperate.

“You were really good, really good,” you say at the end and let her go.

“...Mh… thank you,” she whispers.

“So did I do good too?”

“Maybe.” Sieun storms out of the building, like always.

You laugh before running to reach her. Looks like the date was successful, maybe she’ll start treating you nicer next time. For now, she looked so cute, you didn’t care at all.

THE END

Written, 27 July 203 - 29 July 2023

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Happy Monday wonderful fandom :) This episode. It doesn’t need much of an intro. I remember just being so excited I couldn’t stand it ha (how I'll be in 36 days for the premiere) I had to wait an extra day cause I have Hulu and not live cable. This one is just amazing from start to finish. Once again did my best to get everything in within the limits of tumblr. 30 is just never enough especially in this season ha Off we go.

5x10 The List

Our babies get the cold open as they should this is basically their episode. They deserve the open and what a cold open it is. I can’t get over how much I love them both emptying out their closets. I wanna break this down with Tim first then Lucy. Our boy is SO SO nervous it’s so cute I cannot stand it. He wants to look good for Lucy and I wanna squee so hard at that. He’s trying so hard for her and my heart is gonna implode.

My fav for him personally was the black shirt cause god damn he looked delectable in it. But they’re all fine af on him. Man is a delicious treat we all get to enjoy with our eyes. The way he stretches out his arms each time trying to calm his nerves. It’s so cute. Loved them showing how very nervous they both were. Be still my heart.

Let’s move to Lucy. She of course is just as nervous as Tim. It’s precious. I also adore the nod to previous moments for them as she looks at her dresses. The ones from wonderful moments such as 4x12 and 4x18. Lucy looking at them and rolling her eyes. Having just as much of a struggle as Tim. Saw a good parallel between this and Bailey with her first date with John. Wanting to look hot but not too hot. Ha She nails that BTW When she finally lands on her final choice.

Tim is nervous and uncertain so what does he do? He calls Lucy. Because he doesn’t know what to wear to this. What does one wear when they’re in love with their best friend and going on their first date? So he defaults to calling his best friend about his problem. It just so happens he’s also going to be on a date with said best friend. hehe I love them so much I might die haha

Lucy sees Tim calling and immediately picks up. Makes me happy how open and honest they are right off the bat. Tim knows she isn’t ready because he isn’t ready. Just knows her so damn well. Lucy asking if he’s ready? The cute panic in his voice when he says ‘No!’ Oh my lord I cannot. Eric crushed that line. His panic continuing through asking her if this place has a dress code?

Lucy deciding messing with him is more fun than helping him. Saying he could wear cargo shorts if he wanted….Tim believing her for a moment. Then realizing what she’s doing. Calling her out for it. He is all smiles when he does though. My goodness this man is happy. So very nice to see. I love his Lucy smile it does things to me. Lucy rolls her eyes but is beaming just as much at his reply. This scene is them being love struck idiots and I’m here for it.

He couldn’t be cuter asking her what she’s wearing? Trying his best to match up. Lucy tells him she has a lot of outfits she knows she isn’t going to wear. LOL Tim reminding her about traffic is the most married thing. Doesn’t want her to be late. To their first date. Which is beyond adorable in itself. They’re both so excited I’m feeling their excitement as they get ready.

Lucy says it’s silly she knows. She just needs to make a decision. Then decides to go with the iconic green dress from 3x14. Tim knows exactly what dress that is when she mentions it. The man is legit beaming when she says that's her pick. Have we ever seen this man this happy? The answer is no LOL

He is so damn excited they’re doing this. Her picking the dress means it’s really happening. Lucy tells him it’s decided then looks in the mirror and says ‘No…’ I was rolling so hard. Melissa and Eric CRUSHED this scene. Hell this entire episode really. Cracks me up she changed her mind last minute but it’s a damn good change up as we will see below.

The awkwardness that is them begins at the restaurant. Talking about bread and the assortment being good. LMFAO What are you guys doing? It’s so funny to see Tim being so incredibly not smooth. He could not be more obvious in checking her out above. Man likes what he see’s and isn’t being subtle about it at all. Elevator gaze and no shame in the game as he does.

Lucy’s little shimmy. I’m dying. She’s very glad she decided to change from the green dress. As she should my god what a bombshell she is in that outfit. Holy hell. She nailed it. Shows off her body, plunging neckline, with the perfect necklace, and just enough cleavage she got Tim checking her out shamelessly.

Lucy came to play with this dress. She knew exactly what she was doing when she picked that whole outfit out. I think she’s very excited he’s checking her out. There’s a look of pride on her face above. Lucy knew she was driving him wild and was feeling pretty damn powerful in this moment. She has Tim Bradford panting after her. So she should be feeling as such. Well done my friend haha

Let's not over look Tim looking fine af too. I see you Tim. Mighty delicious. You know him looking hot as hell is part of Lucy's nerves as well. He dressed that way for her. So you know that's making her feel some things. They try and do some small talk and it’s quite painful tbh lmao. No one does awkward better than Eric and Melissa though. Talking about what they ordered for dinner. It's so awkward but I love it so much at the same time. Why you ask?

Because this means so much to the both of them. Neither of them want to mess it up or say the wrong thing. So they’re radiating nervous jitters. Which is adorable. Lucy answers his question that she ordered the sea bass. Tim continuing the small talk train replying he almost ordered the sea-bass.... Lucy’s reply ‘Oh, cool…’ Is it though? LOL I’m rolling at how stilted this whole conversation is. Not like them at all.

Lucy points out the awkwardness between them because she can’t not. Asking him why this is so weird? Poor Tim the panic and gulping he does when she says this. We see his eyes bulge a little too. He’s so worried she’s going to want to bail on this now. That she is regretting doing this at all. He wants this to work so badly. He’s afraid he’s messed this up already. My poor love. He is so nervous that it spills into his next comment. Awkward Tim is hilariously adorable.

He instantly regrets saying ‘Naked time.’ the minute it leaves his beautiful lips. You can see it written all over his face. Being as smooth as crunchy peanut butter my love... He has sex on the brain because of that outfit. Hence his comment. She looks so beautiful his brain is actually melting LOL Lucy is smiling so hard at his nervousness though. She loves her goober so much. Lucy knows how he is feeling what she is. So she doesn’t give him too much crap for the comment but her face and reply say it all for her haha

Lucy decides this is the time for them to have convo about expectations. I commend her for sharing this right away. It was good for her to set this boundary early on. These two are one massive boiling cauldron of UST ready to overflow. It was an important tone for her set for them. Lucy is just wanting them to date first. See what it is like to be a couple before entering into the physical part of this all. This really was a smart move on her part IMO.

We all love the sexy times and we get lots of it this season. But it was important they took their time like they did. Just like I was glad they didn’t get together in 5x01. I was glad they didn't rush this either. Delayed gratification is a beautiful thing. I LOVE how Tim is staring so lovingly at her as she says all this. That man would’ve done ANYTHING she wanted in this moment. Absolutely anything. He could not be more in love with her if he tried. Look at that man above as she speaks.

Looking like she hung the moon and stars. He would do whatever it is she wanted. Because he’s so gone for her. Lucy could’ve asked for the world and he would've delivered just simply because she asked. There is no hesitation or regret on his face. He is truly listening and wanting to do whatever she is comfortable with. Eric just crushing it out here with his facial expressions. He would give her whatever she wants whenever she wants it. That’s what his face is screaming to me In this moment. She has him hook, line and sinker.

Tim hears the back door open and looks up. Lucy sees the panic on his face and gives him crap for it. Asking if he’s worried someone from station will see them? Tim shrugs it off and says 'What are the chances? ' A fight breaks out in the kitchen and Lucy seems worried about it. Tim tries to play it off not wanting it to interrupt their date.

He just wants this date to go well so badly. Doesn’t want whatever this is to get in the way. Sadly it doesn’t go their way and the employees end up fighting and knife is drawn. Unfortunately the cops are called and their dinner is ruined. Lucy making the comment ‘What are the chances someone from the station walks in now?’ HA

They both look so sad and exasperated their date was ruined like this. All they wanted was to enjoy a meal together. Figure this whole thing out while they did so. AMAZING cold open for them though holy hell. Excellent way to open up this episode for them. Lots of goodness in it. I knew we were in for quite a ride from getting all that in the open alone.

The next morning they could not be more suspicious or obvious if they tried. Trying to figure out how to explain their presence in the police report. This whole scene is hilarious. It’s like they don’t know the entire station doesn’t suspect something to begin with…Trying so hard not to stand super close to each other while they figure this out. They’re so bad at hiding this it’s insane. So good at their jobs so very bad at this. I love Lucy just wanting to be open and honest about them. Chris had to drag every single moment out of her for months. Was like pulling teeth. Half a date with Tim she’s ready to shout it from the rooftops.

*sigh* I love this sfm. Tim warns her the dangers of them doing that this early on. He’s not wrong about Smitty LMFAO. It’s so true. Lucy’s brain kicks into gear saying could’ve been doing a UC OP. Tim getting excited by her brain. They start flirting while figuring this out. Their chemistry just coming off them in waves. The back and forth banter as they work out the details. The irony of them being all smiles and flirty while trying to hide their date. I cannot with these two dorks. Tim is beaming with love and pride by the time they’re done plotting.

Once again so bad at hiding your feelings and or relationship you two so bad…I saw a funny post saying this scene was a 'How to on not being good at hiding your secret relationship. ' LMAO YEP. John arriving and Lucy just going off about their OP without him even asking. I’m dying so much it’s hilarious. Tim going into protect Lucy mode when John is confused is everything. Telling Nolan decisively 'Nothing.' When he questions what they're talking about? Mmm tell him babe. Doesn’t want Nolan on their trail whatsoever. Good thing it was John though cause dude didn’t notice at all. He is a space cadet so they dodge a bullet.

They get called into Grey’s office for a heart attack basically. The way he starts off you think he is talking about them. The absolute panic on both of their faces. Especially Tim’s oh my lord. I love how Tim goes to reach out to comfort Lucy and has to stop himself. Now does Grey know at this point? I mean yeah probably.

I know lots of people think Grey was being a troll in this moment. Poking at them and knowing for sure when he had this talk with them. To gauge their reactions. I mean they are showing their cards like crazy in this scene. Their reactions alone are enough to solidify what I’m sure Grey suspects.

Luckily he says he’s just talking about Celia and Aaron. We watch them both relax and deflate their anxiety a bit. So happy Grey isn’t talking about them in this moment. He asks them if they’ll go and talk about this with them? Doesn’t want Celina to get off track in her rookie year. That Aaron is just out of long sleeves. They’re both so relieved they just say yes LMAO They would've agreed to anything to get out of his office at that point.

Tim holding the door for her my damn heart. Chivalry isn't dead with that man and I love it. There was a BTS post on how Eric wanted Tim to do that for her. Because well Tim Bradford and all that. It's just who he is. Of course he would hold the door for his girl. This next scene is pure married energy. Tim dreading having to have this conversation with Aaron. The last thing he wants to be doing but doesn't have a choice now that he's agreed HA

Lucy feeling it’s hypocritical if she tells Celina not to. Then realizes she can use Nolan to her advantage LMAO Smart woman being smart. Tim calls her out for cheating haha Or is she just being strategic Timothy? Lucy leaves him in the dust before he can pout any further with her. Tim being the exasperated husband as she walks away from him with her plan in place. Her 'Mmhmm.' as she leaves lol

We rejoin our beautiful couple on the sidelines of a hostage situation. One of the guys from Nyla’s bank robber situation has taken one. They’re all in a standoff waiting to see what they should do. Lucy commenting on the severity of the situation. Trying to make a light joke. Saying 'Remember when dating in secret was their biggest problem?' Love her using ‘Our’ it’s the little things.

Lucy asking him how his talk with Aaron went? Tim bringing up all the things that make their situation ‘problematic.’ To say the least. Yeah it sucks they have to face this stuff. But nothing worth having is ever easy. I love them forging forward despite this. Because as they decided in 5x08. They are worth the risk.

They needed time to figure this out despite the possible complications. So yeah there were potential problems but they were worth the risk of all those. They both knew it. It's why they didn’t bail at the first sign of possible issues. I just love it. It’s what makes 5x12 and the decision Tim makes so prominent and special.

They end up saving the woman who was taken hostage earlier. Unfortunately there is still two more on the run. Tim and Aaron get wind of them and end up in a parking structure. They make it to the top and don’t see them waiting for them. They push them to the very edge and leave them hanging. Literally. This is where Aaron becomes a damn icon. LOL

When Tim tells him to get out of the shop Aaron’s reply is the actual best. We all knew he suspected but this line of his confirms it. Also he’s not wrong…Lucy would kill him for letting Tim die. Kills me Aaron always telling it like it is to Tim. I love him so very much. He’s just saying what everyone is thinking. Being the mouth piece for the fandom once again. Tim doesn’t deny it but tells him to get out of the shop. LMFAO

They make it back to the station and Lucy is of course with Tim. Like a moth to a flame. Telling him she’s glad he didn’t die. Since he owes her for a re-do on their date. Tim being as sassy as can be in his reply. First off could they be any closer in this shot? Second the smirks and flirting are telling everyone in that bullpen what you’re trying so hard to hide you two lol my god. Tim is eating it up her wanting another date and it shows.

She is once again affectionately violent in her reply with Tim. He is all smiles when she says this too. The man is an open book of love for her. He couldn’t be happier with this banter going into their ‘second’ date. Anyone watching them can see something has changed but they're too lost in their own banter to notice that. Damn I love these two goobers so very much I might implode haha

Ahhhhh the Treats of Vietnam scene. I can’t get over how damn close these two are. It’s why that far away shot of them is my avatar. They are as close as two people can be in public sitting across from each other. She is basically sitting between his legs and I’m losing my mind about it everyone. Bouncing her leg against his. Legs for days and I'm ship drunk off this alone tbh. Also want to comment on how much I love the lighting in this scene.

The lights above them set this beautiful relaxed tone I adore so much. Tim making a slight joke thinking it's funny this where they ended up. Going from a super fancy romantic restaurant to a food truck. Saying he guesses this is their official first date. Lucy coming in hot with a curveball of an answer. Blowing his damn mind like only she can. Saying last night was for sure. Better story for the grandkids.

I love her face after she says this. Just gauging his reaction. No regrets whatsoever in saying this. This is the same Lucy Chen who couldn’t handle calling Chris her his GF. Legit panicked about it and fought him on it. Was one giant commitment issue with that boy. Half a date with Tim she’s thinking about grandkids with him. Lucy said she wanted to take it slow in the bedroom. She didn’t say anything about their life plans LOL *squee* She is so all in and this line screams that. Makes my shipper heart so damn happy.

Tim isn’t at all upset about her reply. This man was in a relationship with a woman who didn’t want any of that. Didn’t want any of his dreams. Now here comes Lucy Chen. Talking about grandkids on their second date. His face is pure joy. His dreams coming true with this woman next to him. He is beside himself with happiness. It’s written all over his face. Tim is giddy really. Lucy’s cute giggle afterwards I cannot. Her man making her laugh *heart clutch*

These two are gonna kill me with their cuteness. Give me diabetes from how sweet they are. Lord. Tim having cop eyes can’t help but see the idiot trying to break into a car. Says his frustration out loud. The last thing he wants is another interruption with his girl. Lucy is so lost in her date with Tim she doesn’t even see this guy. Which I love. She is so wrapped up in him her cop eyes are off. Not seeing this guy on her radar at all.

Tim doesn’t even get up from their spot. Just yells at the moron and shows his badge. Not wanting to do more than that. Lucy pointing out he’s just going to steal a car in another neighborhood. Which Tim could care less about tbh. The only thing that matters to him in this moment is her. It’s why this next line is so god damn romantic. We truly see how far Tim has come in this moment.

Why is this growth you ask? Because Tim ‘rules matters’ Bradford is picking his girl in this moment. She is more important than chasing some punk for breaking into a car. To touch back on an OTP line from S2. ‘Some things matter more.’ Lucy matters more in this moment to him. More than anything else and he’s letting her know that. Telling her in his own way she matters more to him.

I’m losing my ever loving mind at how romantic this is. I adore him declaring this and being the one to initiate their first real kiss. Lucy looks so in shock. Wondering if this is real life? Did Tim Bradford just pick her over arresting someone? Over the rules? He sure did and he would do it again. Nothing is going to stand in his way of being with her tonight.

Gah it’s the way he softly touches her hair and gently cups her face with his hand. Looking at her like she is the most precious thing in the world to him. Because she is. Let’s be honest she is. Lucy brought this man back to life in so many ways. There is nothing more important to him especially in this moment than her. Never be over her face when he touches her hair. Like she can't believe Tim is looking at her the way he is.

I adore Lucy smiling into this kiss. I’m sure she can’t believe her own luck right now. The man she loves, loves her right back and chose her in this moment. Over everything else he wanted to stay present in this moment with her. His hand on her face while the other is on her THIGH. Her thigh everyone. His love for her thighs continues on in this first real kiss. It was bouncing earlier against his. I'm sure he put it there partly to ground her during this kiss. Also because we all know he has a penchant for them hehe

I’ll never be over how tender and soft this kiss is. The complete opposite of the two they’ve shared before. Those were hot don’t get me wrong so very hot. But this one has a lovely tenderness to it that makes me giddy. The wind soft picking up her hair as they melt into one another. It’s the perfect first kiss. His hand in her hair, his other on her thigh, Lucy smiling dreamily into their kiss. I am a puddle.

It just shows it was never about the right restaurant or outfit. It was just about being together. This scene showing how at ease these two are with each other. That’s beautiful base of friendship they built over the years coming in clutch here. They just look at home with each other this entire scene. *dreamy sigh* Makes my soul happy.

If you didn't watch this scene million and one times when it premiered you're lying haha Hell I did it this time around. I remember losing my damn mind with this scene. Never be over how easily they went from friends to this. Every moment leading up to this is utter perfection. Beautiful start to something more.

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Side notes -Non Chenford

Nolan’s conversation with Celina was so painfully awkward and hilarious I loved her reply to him asking about Aaron she crushed it.

Also Tim is sexy af figuring out how to get that woman out from her car like he did. Mmm love watching that man in the field. Delicious to say the least to watch him in action.

Aaron and Celina playing D & D 😂😂😂 made me laugh so hard. Aaron is SO embarrassed.

I forgot to thank you all last episode. Apologies thank you all who continue to support these reviews. I adore you all more than you will ever know. Your likes, comments and reblog are everything to me. Especially as I tackle these seminal moments in s5. I shall see you all in 5x11 :)

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All I Ever Knew, Only You 12: The Return

Chapter Twelve.

Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead, Black dogs running through the fields, They're dripping red, The world is quiet and there's nothing left unsaid, A million image, million capture, million dead.

Summary: Hawkins was your typical quaint, mid-western town where nothing ever happened. People were born here, lived their entire lives within the town limits, and eventually died here, peacefully in their sleep. But one cold November evening in 1983 would change everything.

Despite a child with psychokinetic abilities and ravenous monsters that lacked faces, stranger things had definitely happened in the small town in Indiana. One of them being your reluctant and slightly imposed friendship with Hawkins High’s own King Bee, Steve Harrington.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Non-descriptive F!Reader (eventual)

Words: 5,028

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of death (incl. murder oopsie daisy), bonding, Dustin is my whole heart, but also a little a-hole sometimes.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of drug use, canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of possible mental health disorders, child abuse, slow burn, kinda enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, I like to call it ‘two idiots who begrudgingly befriend each other only to realize… ‘wait a damn minute…’, eventual sexual content, no use of y/n, canon-typical time-period bullshit. 18+. Minors DNI.

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Chapter Twelve: The Return

Watching as Mike was held back by some kind of invisible force, shouting and pleading to be let past, Hopper’s concerned brow as the pieces of whatever puzzle he was trying to solve finally fit together in his brain, their voices were drowned out by a continuous banging sound.

Slowly turning, Eleven’s breath caught in her throat when she saw you, your body trying in vain to keep something closed, to keep something out. And one ferocious, shrill growl told her exactly what it was that was after you.

The growl echoed in the back of El’s head as she realized it wasn’t just one. She could hear the grunts and shallow breathing of the others, but your body pining something closed was all she could concentrate on. The fear and horror in your eyes, the banging shoving you forward, little by little, as you quietly prayed to not lose your balance, your sneakers slowly sliding across the floor.

You were all going to die.

“They’re going somewhere.”

Steve’s voice was the only sound that hadn't been drowned out by the blood rushing around in your ears. The monsters had run into the woods, and El had been missing for God knows how long. You prayed she’d found Mike and was safe with him, even if it meant she had broken her promise to Hopper, but a heavy, sickening feeling in your gut told you she wasn’t. And if El was still missing, traipsing around the woods, then there was a good chance those monsters would find her, and although you knew Eleven could stand her ground against one of them, you didn’t want to think about what a group — albeit, smaller — could do.

Especially if she didn’t know they were coming.

“Your stupid pet could’ve eaten us!” Lucas yelled, his eyebrows furrowed together at Dustin’s sheer stupidity at keeping a damn Demogorgon that had eaten his cat.

Storming back over, you pushed between the two, “Hey, assholes. I don’t care who broke your loser code first, alright? And I don’t give a shit about Dustin’s cat, either. But unless you wanna end up like Mews, I suggest we leave. So if you can’t argue and walk at the same time then just shut up and let's go.”

“We should’ve waited in the bus like I said. Waited until someone came through on the radio-”

“And if nobody answers? If those things come back? We’re dead.”

“Steve has the-”

“Dead, Dustin. We’re lucky we got out of there once, I don’t wanna take my chances again.”

“You protected us last time!” Dustin’s voice cracked a little at the end, but the desperation in his voice was enough to stop anyone from mentioning it.

Your eyebrow cocked, but your mouth settled into a thin line, part of you daring the boy to say the words while the other part of you wanted to shove his hat in his mouth, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Last time? What happened last time?” Max questioned, a frown still painted on her face from Dustin’s previous insult.

“Last time we were on the bus... That’s why you didn’t wanna stay there, right? Because of what you did to that man-”

“-Dustin,” Lucas warned, his large eyes darting between you and his friend,

“Maybe we should-”

Steve was cut off by the curly-haired boy who couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut, “What you did-”

“What I did isn’t important right now,” you painfully swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, “We need to get out of these woods and… Harrington? What the hell are you doing?”

“Dude, that was not cool,” you heard Lucas whisper to Dustin as the boy stuttered, trying to explain himself.

But you were too concerned with Steve, and the fact he was now staring off into the woods, clearly straining his ears in an attempt to hear… screeching?

The boys continued to bicker until Steve finally shouted for their attention, his flashlight pointing off into the woods. Everyone remained silent for a moment, and Steve’s gaze turned toward you as if asking for permission to continue.

Squeezing your eyes closed for a moment, you exhaled deeply and sent the boy a short nod before following after him.

“Guys… Why are you headed towards the sound? Hello? Shit…" Max grumbled, finally following after the two younger teens who had begun to rush behind you and Steve.

The noise led you out to a large opening upon a hill, looking over a large majority of the town.

A town full of people who were completely unaware of what had been released into Hawkins. Again.

Lifting his binoculars, Lucas looked around the open space, over the treetops of the surrounding area. Nothing in sight but… “It’s the lab. They were going back home.”

Steve’s body felt warm as it hovered next to yours, and you felt your brow pull down slightly because, of course, he’d be able to keep himself warm on a cool evening like this. Huffing out in annoyance, you rubbed your arms over your denim jacket, trying to preserve as much of your body heat as possible.

The walk down through the rest of the woods had been easier than anticipated, most likely due to the fact you were heading downhill for a large majority of your travels. And now you knew that a Demogorgon wasn’t going to pop out from behind a bush, you felt a little safer. But still, your pace remained hurried, head-turning every few seconds to check and re-check that the kids were still following along behind.

At the end of the woods, you heard a familiar voice that you really weren’t expecting. Nancy and Jonathan stood not far from the latter’s car, calling out as you all emerged through the tree line. Your eyes darted down toward where Jonathan's grip was protectively clinging to Nancy's sleeve, before he quickly dropped it, realizing she was safe as they made their way toward your group,

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” Nancy clarified, confusion etched on her face.

“They’re not in there, are they?” You asked, head nodding toward the large, grey building.

Jonathan’s brow furrowed slightly, realizing you knew something he didn't, “Why?"

The screeching reverberated around you, carried by the chilly November air, causing everyone to turn their attention to the building, a few windows lighting up from flashing lights.

Just like how the Christmas lights had flickered around Joyce's house last year before the whole building suddenly lit up.

“The power’s back,” Nancy said before you all made your way toward the entrance gate. Jonathan sat inside the control box, tapping a button in vain, but the gate remained closed. Bickering with Dustin for a moment, the older boy finally allowed Dustin to bash it, and the gate slowly creaked open.

You stayed back with the kids and Steve, Nancy explaining that there simply wouldn’t be enough room for everyone in the car if they did manage to find their families. So instead, you ungracefully threw yourself down on the curb and ran a hand over your face.

You felt exhausted. Physically and emotionally drained and somehow, this night felt far from over.

“Are you okay?” Dustin settled on the grass next to you, his sneaker scuffing yours slightly.

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up toward the star-filled sky and nodded, “Yeah. I’m good, Henderson.”

The boy was silent for a moment, trying to pick his next words carefully, “What I said earlier, you know? About last year…”

Your jaw clenched as you turned your attention to the grass next to you, plucking a few strands.

Max and Lucas stood only a few feet away in the road, and you could tell that they — along with Steve, who stood even closer — were listening, only Lucas being aware of the impact of Dustin’s words.

“I’m sorry if it upset you. Brought up some bad memories. I just-”

“It’s fine, Henderson-”

“-I just think it was totally badass of you, you know?” The boy refused to let you cut him off, his eyes boring into the side of your face as you cautiously turned toward him, “That guy… El said he was bad. He would’ve killed us in that bus… Probably would’ve dragged El back here, and nobody would’ve been able to stop the Demogorgon last year.”

When you remained quiet, despite your slightly softened expression, Dustin continued, “Will would’ve never been found, Joyce would’ve probably been sent to Pennhurst, and we’d all be dead. I know it probably felt really shitty, but you killed him to save us.”

Your eyes returned to your shoes, eyebrows pulled together as you tried to breathe around the large lump that had clawed its way up your throat.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t had this exact conversation with Hopper already, the man explaining that what you had done was brave and heroic and a bunch of words that made your skin crawl.

You had killed a man, without any hesitation. And if Jim hadn’t caught that metal pipe, you’d have probably accidentally killed him too. The thought still choked you, even a year later.

“He’s right,” Lucas spoke quietly, “It was all he would talk about for a solid week. Will had come back from the dead, El had superpowers, but all he could talk about was how cool you were.”

“Yeah, alright. We get it, Lucas.” Dustin scoffed, standing up as his cheeks reddened, obvious even under the dark sky. The boy placed his cold hands into the pockets of his hoodie and looked at you one last time, “Like I said… Badass. So uh, on behalf of us all... Thanks.”

The silence between the group felt like it stretched on forever, and you could feel Steve’s gaze on you, even after he took Dustin’s seat on the curb. His shoulder bumped yours a few times on accident as he fiddled with the bottom of his jeans, pulling at a loose thread.

Thankfully the screech of tires stopped whatever conversation he was gearing up for, and caused you all to stand and rush toward the gate.

Jonathan’s Ford came barreling down from the lab, horn blaring as if he didn’t already have your attention, causing the five of you to rush out of the middle of the road, his car not stopping as it passed by.

Hopper, however, slammed on the brakes of his Chevvy before it could pass you, “Come on, get in.”

Your group poured into the Byers’ home, eyes wide and suspicious as you all peered at the unusual drawings strung up along the walls, everyone feeling a little too uncomfortable to ask Joyce what had happened as she made her way into the back of her house alone.

Will was resting on the sofa, still unconscious as Jonathan pushed back the fallen hair from his face, softly reassuring the boy and apologizing for his absence, Nancy stood behind him with a gentle hand of her own placed on his shoulder, squeezing every so often.

When Steve turned away from the two, pinching the bottom of his nostrils, you sent him an apologetic glance, and despite knowing next to nothing about the argument that had occurred on Halloween, you knew he hadn’t expected this. The dying red roses in the bottom of his passenger side foot well told you as much.

Blinking a little too quickly for your liking, Steve bypassed you quickly and instead made his way into the kitchen and away from the scene unfolding in front of him. Instead of listening to any more of Hopper’s incessant — and frankly, pointless — yelling down the phone, you followed Steve, leaning against the counter as you poured a glass of water from the tap.

“You good, Harrington?”

The boy released a sigh, taking the glass from your offered hand before taking a few sips, his eyes refusing to meet yours as he looked at the paper lining the rooms, “Fine. I just, uh… I thought all this shit was over with.”

You couldn’t be certain if Steve meant the Upside Down situation or the Nancy and Jonathan situation. Either way, you didn’t dare to ask

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin questioned once Hopper had replaced the telephone.

“We’ll see,” he sighed, already knowing the answer, but trying to keep even remotely positive for the kids.

His bullshit, however, wasn’t sitting well with Mike, “We’ll see? We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!”

You’d caught Hopper’s attention before everyone made it into Joyce’s, both hanging back in his car as the rest made their way inside, a sight not unlike the one last year. You’d told him about El, and how you hadn’t been able to find her. You’d had no idea when she’d left, but you’d thought maybe she’d be with Mike. But if the boy had seen her, he wasn’t letting on, seemingly still in the dark about her well-being as he was at the beginning of the week.

After that, you’d rushed back inside and away from Hopper’s worried eyes. If you were surrounded by people, maybe he wouldn’t get the chance to question you.

“We stay here, and we wait for help,” Hopper grumbled, making his way down the hallway toward where Joyce had shut herself away. He’d mentioned on the drive back that Bob had sacrificed himself to make sure they all got out alive. He nearly made it and then… Then those monsters tore him apart.

Releasing a deep sigh, you rubbed your hand over your face before watching the four children at the table. You would be sitting ducks if you remained here, let alone the rest of the town who had no idea what was out there.

You jolted slightly when you felt a warm palm over your other hand, gripping to the counter with such intensity that your knuckles were beginning to ache.

In Steve’s other hand, he held out the same glass of water to you, now only a quarter full, “You’re shaking.”

Taking the drink, you slipped your other hand from under his own and placed it against the cold glass. Despite the chilly November breeze, the air in this house felt stale.

“I just… I feel so useless, you know?” Steve’s eyes remained on you, sad and all too soft, waiting as you continued, “They’re kids. They shouldn’t be sitting here waiting to be… hunted. Because let's face it, the same government that caused this isn’t about to break down the front door and help us.”

Steve didn’t know what to say, feeling just as helpless as you. So instead he remained leaning against the kitchen counter, staring out the window as Mike began to tell them about Bob, and the fact that he alone had started the AV club and that they couldn’t let the man’s death be in vain.

“I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe…”

“But there’s an army now.” Lucas sighed in defeat.

“His army,” something seemed to click in Mike’s head, “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army, too.”

The boys looked around at each other, clearly catching onto whatever Mike was babbling on about much quicker than you, Steve, or Max.

“Who’s army?” You dared to question. Mike didn’t respond, instead rushing toward the table where more pictures were set and showing you one of some kind of… spider monster.

“The shadow monster,” Dustin began, only to be cut off by Mike.

“It got Will that day on the field. The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.”

“And so this virus, it’s connecting him to the tunnels?”

“To the tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down, everything.”

“Whoa, slow down… Slow down.” Steve sighed, eyes darting between the paper and you, glad he wasn’t the only one in the group to be completely oblivious to whatever the kids were discussing.

“Okay, so, the shadow monster’s inside everything. And If the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”

“And so does Dart.”

“Yeah. Like what Mr. Clarke taught us. The hive mind.”

“Hive mind?”

“A collective consciousness? Like... Bees?” You questioned, one eyebrow cocked in almost disbelief. Snatching the drawing from Steve’s hands, you inspected the drawing, and what you assumed they thought was the brain.

“...Like the mind flayer,” Dustin announced, causing the other boys to look at him with shock.

Max, yourself, and Steve were once again on the outside of Nerdville looking in, “The what?”

Dustin rushed into Will’s room, grabbing a large book from his desk without a second thought and calling everyone else to the kitchen before slamming it onto the table, already opened to the right page, “The mind flayer.”

“What the hell is that?” Hopper questioned, brows pulled down, clearly unconvinced.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension. It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly-developed psionic powers.”

“Oh my god, none of this is real,” Jim sighed, “This is a kids’ game.”

“No, it’s a manual. And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”

“Analogy,” Lucas interrupted almost accidentally.

“Analogy? That’s what you’re worried about? Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”

“Okay, so this mind flamer thing-”

“Flayer. Mind flayer…”

Nancy’s jaw ticked in annoyance before she continued, “What does it want?”

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans?” Steve stammered, finally hoping he understood anything going on, only to be met with confusion around the table.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled under your breath, “We’re in the same history class, you are not this dense.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed a few times, brows pulled down low as he scoffed at you.

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin sighed, watching as Steve stuttered once more.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah… The Nazis.”

As Dustin continued, your eyes shot across to Hopper who was rubbing at his eyes in annoyance, and you could count down the minutes until he lost it.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.”

“That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus…”

“Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything, then if we kill it-”

“We kill everything it controls.”

“We win.”

“Theoretically.”

“Great, so how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with fireballs or something?” Hopper asked, grabbing the book from Nancy, annoyance still etched on his face.

“No, no… No fireballs,” Dustin’s slight amusement vanished the second the Chief turned his disdained glare to him, “Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because… Because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains, and the mind- the mind flayer it… it likes brains. It’s just a game…”

“What the hell are we doing here?” Jim questioned, more to himself than anyone else, slamming the book back onto the table. There it was.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup.”

“We are!”

“Even if they come, how are they going to stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns.”

Rubbing at your temples, you tried to drown out their arguing as thoughts seemed to whoosh past you. Something the boys had said had rubbed you the wrong way, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“-And we know it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town.”

“They’re right,” a croaky voice interrupted them. Joyce made her way toward the table, eyes red from crying, “We have to kill it. I want to kill it.”

And a plan was set into place.

You helped Hopper clear out the shed in the Byers’ backyard, tables and old fans thrown carelessly on the floor as you quickened your pace, untrusting of the dark night.

“Do you really think this is going to work?”

Sighing, Jim threw the last box to the floor as everyone else passed you, nail guns in hand, in an attempt to make the small shed look unrecognizable, “I don’t know what I believe anymore, kid.”

“We’re gonna be able to save him, right?”

Hopper stood back up to his full height before turning toward you and placing his hands on his hips, “We’re gonna do everything we can. Now hurry up and start-”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, unable to hold the words down, despite how acidic they tasted on your tongue. You weren’t used to apologizing, normally any arguments with your mother were over as soon as the morning came and she sobered up a little. And despite your vicious tongue, you often refrained from apologizing to anyone else, whether or not you wanted to. 'Sorry' had never solved anything for you before.

Hopper’s features softened slightly before he released a long sigh, “You don’t need to-”

“About everything. I’m sorry, for everything.” You reaffirmed, hoping he understood.

You were sorry that El had left, and you hadn’t been able to find her. You were sorry that you had broken the frame that held the only picture of his daughter that he dared to have on display. You were sorry he had to go through this again.

You quickly turned, marching out of one awkward conversation, and right into another.

Steve nailed the top corner of a tarmac sheet to the wall as Nancy peeled off some tape. You knew it was only them in the shed, but your mind had been distracted from the seemingly endless drama between the two. Before you could make a silent exit, Nancy turned, wide, blue eyes on you,

“Oh, hey.”

“I didn’t mean to come in here I just… Uh, I didn’t wanna be out there anymore.”

The girl sent you a shy smile, shaking her head as she continued to rip off pieces of tape. Steve, however, held out the nail gun in your direction, “Promise you won’t staple me to the wall if I let you have this?”

Huffing out a barely concealed laugh, you carefully took the staple gun out of his hand and shrugged, “No promises, Harrington.”

Once the rest of the gang had finished their jobs, collecting newspapers and flattened cardboard that would help to conceal the small shack, you all made your way back into the house as Jonathan carried Will into the shed.

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, you squeezed reassuringly before taking your exit, faces of the others peering out from the kitchen window.

As time ticked by, Steve made his way toward the lounge, practicing his baseball swing, feeling almost certain that he’d need to use it again tonight as the rest of the kids, bar Mike were scattered around the house.

You stood in the kitchen with Nancy, the girl staring blankly at the wall as you slowly washed up the dishes in Joyce’s sink, trying to make yourself feel a little less unhelpful.

“Jonathan and I… We, uh… We planned on meeting with Barb’s parents to tell them the truth.”

A plate slipped out of your grip, landing back in the soapy warm water and splashing your shirt. Looking over your shoulder, you didn’t manage to get out a word before Nancy cut you off,

“We didn’t… But, we did do something else. We met with someone else. That’s where we were this weekend. Why we ditched school.”

You’d heard the rumors that the two had been seen rushing away from school Thursday afternoon and hadn’t shown back up Friday morning. Billy and Tommy had been cackling about it whenever Steve had passed them in the hallways, causing the rest of the school to mumble and giggle about it, too.

But you knew how rumors worked, especially in high school, and decided to keep your nose firmly out of their business. But this? Well, this was your business…

“Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid,”

“We met with the detective that Mrs. Holland told us about-” Dropping your head forward, you let out an exasperated sigh, “It’s fine he… He isn’t what we thought he’d be like. We told him… Everything. Had proof, too. But he made a very good point-”

“At keeping your mouth shut?”

“At telling the right story. You were right… The truth wouldn’t do anything for Barb, or her parents. It would just put us all at risk. But if we tell some of the story, the important parts… Then we can make sure they don’t get away with what happened to her.”

Squeezing your eyes shut briefly, you placed the clean plate onto the side and dried your hands before finally turning to the girl, “Okay. So they go down for… something?”

“Murray’s taking care of that. But, yes… They won’t get away with what they did, even if it’s only a half-truth.”

Your mouth opened but quickly shut as the lights above began to flicker, a sure sign that something was here.

Turning back around, you peered out of the kitchen window, unable to see anything in the shed. Your heart was pounding like a drum, pushing against your rib cage in what felt like an escape attempt. A hand pressed against the middle of your back, just firm enough to notice it was there, as two dark eyes peered down at you.

The nailed bat in his hand was a strong reminder of what had happened here almost a year ago, and somehow, shit hit the fan whenever you stepped foot in the Byers home.

But Steve was here, again. And if need be, he would protect you. Again.

Once the flicker had settled, you remained at the kitchen counter, hands folded over your chest as you stared off into space with Steve standing nearby like some kind of guard dog when Hopper pushed through the back door, causing everyone to jump slightly, Joyce and the boys following close on his heel.

“I think he’s talking, just not with words.” Jim began writing something down on an old envelope, lines and dashes and-

“Morse code?” You asked, your brows pinched together as you peered over Max’s shoulder.

“Here.”

“Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.”

You sat around in a group at the table listening to Hopper over the walkie-talkie, tapping out the morse code as you all tried to decipher it,

“Dash, dot, dash dot.”

“C,” you sighed, not needing to look at the paper that came with the radios, watching as Nancy waited for the kids to double-check, a quick nod before writing down the letter.

“Where the hell did you learn Morse code?” Lucas questioned, not meaning to sound so rude.

“Hopper made me learn it a while back. He has some stupid code to get into his cabin.”

When the group sent you a confused glance, you simply shrugged, “He lets me stay there when I need to get away from my Mom. That was an L, by the way.”

Nancy quickly wrote down the letter, and the rest of the group seemed to let your previous comment slide, now much more focused on the task at hand.

C L O S E G A T E

There was another gate. And El was the only one who could close it.

The sudden, blaring ring from the house phone caused you all to leap from your positions, Dustin lifting the receiver only to place it back down. When the phone rang a second time, Nancy ripped it right from the wall, ensuring it wouldn’t happen again.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere, right?” Steve questioned.

But in the silence that surrounded you all, you heard it.

The screeching in the distance that haunted your dreams, and now your reality.

They knew where you were, and they were coming.

Jonathan rushed back into the house, a once again unconscious Will in his arms as he laid him on the bed in his room as if that could keep him safe from the monsters that would be barrelling through his front door any minute now.

“Can you use this?” Hopper asked, holding out a gun toward Jonathan as he returned. Looking as if the Chief had just spoken an old, ancient language Jonathan simply shook his head. Thankfully, Nancy stepped in, taking the gun. If anyone had a chance at hitting those things, it definitely wasn’t Jonathan.

Your hands gripped the ax that Joyce had stowed away next to the bookshelf, your grip clammy but tight as you held it up high, ready to swing it, throw it, or… do something. Anything.

Standing between Hopper and Steve, you waited with bated breath for the monsters to get closer, hoping to God that at the very least, you would fill the monsters up before they had time to start munching away on the kids.

The screeching grew louder and louder, turning into groaning, a yelping almost, and then… it stopped.

You all swiveled around the room, unable to tell which direction they’d be coming from when suddenly, one flew through the front room window, smashing the glass and lying, unnervingly still on the floor.

A collective gasp fell from the group's mouth as the kids were pulled back by Joyce, Steve shoving you behind where he stood next to Hopper, the two watching silently, almost expecting the monster to stand up, shake it off, and then attack them.

But it didn’t.

Something, or someone, had killed it.

“Holy shit,”

“Is it dead?” Max asked as Hopper nudged its head with his boot.

The door creaked slightly, a force from the other side began to turn the locks, and before you knew it, you had shoved Hopper’s gun downward, pleading for him to not shoot.

And there, with blood running down from her nostril, stood Eleven.

Her name had barely fallen from your lips when she propelled herself forward, meeting you halfway across the room as you wrapped your arms around each other, a soft sob falling from her.

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Seoul Town Road | kth (m)

pairing ↠ horseback riding instructor!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; idiots to lovers; light fluff; pwp; crack. summary ↠ having a sore ass on a Saturday after spending a day riding with Taehyung is nothing like you anticipated. rating ↠ +18 | minors DO NOT interact warnings ↠ tae was supposed to be a himbo, but reader is the stupid one; ig this doesn’t qualify 100% as reader insert, the reader is very black coded, but it’s still vague enough; jimin’s a lil shit; reader likes keke palmer (‘cus of good taste ofc 💅🏽); reader is in denial; bickering; crying, but not the way you think; i make one joke about being in the closet so there’s that; taehyung’s hands 😩; there’s an innocent massage that turns sexual; explicit smut: super soft dom!taehyung, a LOT of praise kink, teasing (i can’t help myself), begging (borderline desperation), light dirty talk, body worship, tit play, fingering, unprotected sex, slow sex and that’s a WARNING, brief oral sex (m. receiving), cum eating. word count ↠ 8.5k note ↠ hey, y’all 🤠 i’ll casually pretend this didn’t take forever for me to finish and that i haven’t vanished on the meantime, so let’s not talk about it *clears throat* ok, so… it all started with this video, then i saw this, and here we are. also, pls ignore the corny ass title, it was provisional until i couldn’t come up with anything better, then it suddenly wasn’t. note² ↠ always need to thank @uarmymoonlight for being the most precious being ever and helping me outline and organize my thots on this one, ily 🤟🏽 note³ ↠ also, thank you @badgalsgetinfree again for making me this beautiful! banner 🥺 you’re really talented and i appreciate you! and thank you @eoieopda and @namjinsmoonchile for beta reading this and taking their time to make sure this wasn't complete shit lol

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It seemed like a really good idea at first. And, granted, it was almost fun: Taehyung’s firm grip on your hips and that large palm warming your thigh was definitely something, but goddamnit if your butt isn’t sore as fuck.

Now, here you lay, ridiculous groans muffled by the soft fabric of your comforter as you try to balance a hot water bag over your hurt ass. And the worst part? He seemed so unimpressed. Meeting your eyes with nothing but amusement at your pathetic riding attempt.

That settles it. You’re never horseback riding again.

“For the record, I think you’re being pathetic about this,”Jimin says.

“Shit, I think the pain must be affecting my memory too, ‘cus I don’t remember asking you a damn thing, man.”

He rolls his eyes, reclining on the chair.

“I don’t need your permission to tell you that you’re being stupid.”

“Well, then I choose to ignore you.”

He huffs. “You’re impossible sometimes.”

“Then give up already.”

“Girl, just look at you. You have a water bag on your ass and you haven’t even fucked the guy.”

“You know what, maybe I just like the warmth.”

“Stop being stubborn. I bet Taehyung would be more than down to fuck you.”

You groan, burying your face in your comforter. “It’s not that simple.”

“Except it is.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’ve fucked everyone you’ve met, what’s so different about him?”

“Are you slutshaming me?”

Jimin takes a deep breath.

“I’m shy-shaming you for not fucking the guy you’ve been pining over for the last six months. Quite the opposite.”

“I’m not pining. I do not pine.”

“Right, ‘cus you always wanted to learn how to ride a fucking horse.” He rolls his eyes.

…

Yeah, you don’t really have an answer to that.

To be honest? You didn’t even know horseback riding instructor was a real job. Much less that there is a stud farm near campus that offers part-time slots for college students that are too broke to care about employment rights. But then, Taehyung used his first paycheck to gift Yoongi an overpriced craft whiskey for his birthday and buy Jimin an original Celine sneaker for their “wonderful six months of friendship” — being a perfectly good example of why, even employed, college students stay broke.

Add that piece of knowledge to an ungodly amount of alcohol and you wake up to months of avoiding major embarrassments shattered by a “hoe much 4 u 2 teacj mr how 2 ridw?” text. And sure, you could’ve just dismissed it, said you were drunk or whatnot — but you were completely sober when you confirmed the date. The messages you exchanged after were pretty tame. He told you he could give you a free first lesson (“you’re a friend!”), explained to you how it worked, arranged some riding clothes for you and asked if Saturday was a good day. It wasn’t. But fuck it, you made it work.

It’s not like you and Taehyung never hung out. As far as he was concerned, you were friends. You drink together, you tease him, he sometimes teases you back, but never just the two of you. Never after you accidentally called out his name in bed two months ago — resulting in a pretty pissed and unremarkable hookup and a new feeling to shove to the dark corners of your mind until it finally disappeared.

Except it never did. And then, before you knew it, you were taking forty minutes to choose what underwear to use at a goddamn stud farm (you went with lace, by the way — you never know).

The class itself was terrible. Taehyung had to prioritize the hundreds of kids with cowboy hats whose parents had actually paid to be there, so it took around two hours for him to finally remember you were there too. He then introduced you to a pretty horse, told you her name was Princess and you allowed yourself to pretend that every call of her name was aimed at you.

“Listen,” Jimin’s voice pierces through your thoughts. “I’ll give you some tough love now, so pay attention and just stop being nasty with me. I’m on your side here.”

“... Okay?”

“You’re my best friend, and I know you have that weird ‘the shittier the better’ philosophy going on, and I can’t change that. But if you’re not doing anything about your crush, then stop acting weird around him, ‘cus I’m sure he’s noticing. Just… I don’t know, put your big girl pants on, accept that you’re into the guy and move the fuck on.”

“I’m not in—” your rebuttal dies in your tongue at the glare Jimin directs at you. You scoff. “Whatever.”

“Have you talked since yesterday?”

“No.”

You're lying, of course. Earlier that morning you got a little consolation prize.

[08:48am] taehyung 🥵🐎: yesterday was nice! it's been a while since i taught an actual adult lol

[08:50am] taehyung 🥵🐎: how was is for you?

[09:11am] you: it was nice

[09:32am] you: i’m sore af now, tho 💀

Hours later and your text stood unanswered — making the twenty minutes you spent overthinking it even more pathetic.

Jimin narrows his gaze.

“You didn’t say anything stupid, right?”

Well.

“Depends on your definition of stupid.”

“Something like saying he smells really good for a vet major.”

You groan. “I said that once, and it was meant as a compliment.”

He offers you a pointed look. Eyebrows raising just slightly as if to say “I rest my case”, before a notification lights up his phone.

“How’s your butt?”

You welcome the change in subject.

“Better.”

“Good. I have to go now.” A small smile tugs on his lips. “Have a date.”

“Ohhh” you smirk teasingly, “on your way to win someone’s heart?”

“You bet.”

“Nice. Have fun, Chim.”

“Thanks. I’ll call you later.” He gathers his things and places a kiss on the top of your head. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah. Love you too.”

“Great.” He steps out of your dorm, glancing at you one last time and saying “stop being stupid”, before leaving your room.

Jimin clearly overestimates you.

The next hour is spent with occasional reheatings of the bag and apprehensive checks of your phone — and it doesn’t take long until Jimin’s words spark a frustration deep inside you.

You know what? You’re not into Taehyung. No. Absolutely not. No way.

You pride yourself on being on control of shit like this, with a terrible and meticulous track record of only fucking people you pick up from trash — bonus points if they treat you like shit afterwards to ruin any sparkling possibility of feelings.

Actually, coming to think of it, it’s probably just his kindness that gets you confused.

…

Of course, it could also be his eyes.

Or his deep voice.

Shit, but there’s also that boxy smile, tho…

Ugh.

Fuck Jimin and his preposterously hot friend. And fuck whoever is knocking on your door at such a vulnerable time.

You groan into your pillow, deciding in no time not to answer it; the bag on your butt too warm to give up for that weird ass finance major from the first floor that’s still trying to get you to invest in his crypto currency or whatever the hell that powerpoint meant. Besides, you look like shit, and you ain’t gonna let—

Your thoughts are interrupted by your ringtone. Normally, you’d patiently wait for whoever’s calling to give up and text you instead, like a decent fucking person, but when you grab your phone and Taehyung’s name flashes on the screen a surge of panic runs through your body. Before you can even process what you’re doing, your fingers move to decline the call.

You drop your phone on the bed. Staring it down for a full minute before impulsively reaching for it and hitting the call button under Taehyung’s contact.

He picks up after the first ring.

“Did you just hang up on me?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Damn. Cold.”

“Why are you calling?”

“Wanted to ask you something real quick. You live in Bang Si-hyuk Hall, right?”

“You could’ve just texted me for that.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Second floor, dorm thirteen right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Right. Are you home?”

“Yeah?”

“Great! Can you open your door?”

“Huh?” God, you’re so eloquent.

“I’m here.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Pretty sure I am. Here, let me just—” another knock hits your door, “hear that? That’s me.”

You gasp, immediately jumping off the bed and fighting to stifle the subsequent groan at the way your bottoms sting with the abrupt movement.

“Shit–I, uhm, wait a sec.” You say, before ending the call.

Your face is all puffy from being pressed on the pillow the whole day and you’re still wearing your pajamas. You control the urge to cry at the prospect of Taehyung seeing you like this, seeking some sort of consolation as you run your fingers over your eyebrows, in a feeble attempt to make something look presentable.

You cross the space to your door, quickly scrunching your hair before opening it.

“Hey,” he smiles. When the universe created Kim Taehyung, there was no mercy, because how on Earth can a man look this fucking good? And as his deep eyes fix on your chest, you can feel your brain trying to come up with its own syntax. “Where the hell did you get this from?”

You follow his gaze, landing on your less than flattering cropped pajama top that says “some people ride the crazy train, I drive that bitch”. You grimace.

“Why? Not to your taste?”

“You know what? You’re almost pulling it off.”

“Almost? This is my best look.” You sure hope not. “Besides, I feel like it encapsulates my crazy bitch personality.”

“Sure.” He chuckles, and his attention is on your face again. “So, I’m sorry for coming unannounced. I saw your message when I left work and I… well,” he reaches behind him, fumbling on his backpack before he reveals a small pharmacy bag “thought I could be of help.”

Your stomach flips. A perfectly normal reaction to a friend buying medicine and coming all the way to another friend’s place after seeing they were in pain.

“I just felt bad, I guess.” He continues when you just keep staring at his face — that beautiful, sculpted face of his. “I forget how painful it is to ride for the first time and I didn’t give you proper aftercare instructions.” Did those words actually leave his mouth? “Can I come in?”

Admittedly, there were some horny nights with some thirsty thoughts — but in none of your fantasies your hair had this much frizz when you let him in your place alone for the first time, so you immediately shake your head.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. You’re probably tired from work and all.”

“No, really, it’s no heat. I know how bad the pain is. I used to be sore as fuck all the time, so I learned just how to deal with it.”

…

You mean… he did come all this way to provide some assistance, and you’re not rude — not all the time at least. So you step aside to give him room to enter, closing the door once he does.

Taehyung’s eyes roam around your room, and after some seconds of quiet inspection, he regards you with a frown. “Thought you had a Keke Palmer poster.”

You mimic his confusion.

“What?”

“Pretty sure you said you had one when we watched Nope.”

You take a few seconds to understand what he’s talking about, but eventually Hobi’s ridiculous attempt at making movie nights a thing a couple of months ago returns to you.

“Damn, you remember that? Obsessed much?” You tease, prompting Taehyung to roll his eyes.

You’re grinning when you step in front of your closet, slowly bending to grab the large Keke Palmer Glamour cover that you printed out months ago.

“Oh. You keep it in the closet?”

“It builds character.” You turn to show it to him. “Also if I so much as stain the wall, I have to pay a fee.” You pout. “But I only found out after spending a shit ton of money to get this laminated and framed, so.”

“I can hang stuff in my apartment.” He shrugs.

“Congratulations. Wanna tell me how nice it is to have an individual bathroom too?”

“No, I’m just sayin’... you could hang it there.”

“What, you like Keke Palmer now? You haven’t even watched True Jackson.” If this man had a flaw, that was definitely it.

“I mean, we could watch together. We never do anything just the two of us.”

Yeah, well, no shit.

“That’s ‘cus you annoy the hell out of me.” Which isn’t 100% wrong. “Besides, we just rode horses together, my sore ass is definitely a testament to that.” You turn to place the poster back. “Which reminds me. What about the drugs you were going to give me?”

“Here,” he reaches for the pharmacy bag again, pulling out a pain relief plaster from it, “this is the best one I’ve found, and it doesn’t have any major side effects or anything...” he pauses. “You aren’t pregnant and shit, right?”

“And shit?”

“Like… suspecting?”

“Not really.”

“Then we should be safe.”

“Damn. You ain’t sure?” You laugh anxiously.

“... ‘Course I am.”

“You hesitated.”

“I used this before, and I’m fine.”

“You can’t really get pregnant, though, can you?”

“Thought you said you’re not pregnant.” He narrows his eyes.

“That’s not the point.”

He grimaces.“People from work use it. And some of them can get pregnant, so… you’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?”

“Not at all.”

“Great, then.” He smiles and you can’t help smiling back. “Where’s hurting?”

“Basically my back and legs… also my butt, but I ain’t sticking patches there.”

He nods. “Seems fair.”

Taehyung’s attention shifts to your bed.

“Mind laying down for me?”

You swallow the urge to vomit.

“Sorry?”

“It’s easier if I apply them for you. If you place them wrong they won’t work properly. Besides, it’s probably better if we don’t use a lot, for…” he darts his eyes away, “safety concerns, in case you ever want to pop some kids out.”

Yeah.

It makes sense, right?

“Okay.” You narrow your eyes. “But no funny business, mister.” You say, like a fool.

He raises his palms in surrender, before helping you climb the bed carefully. You shift a bit, pulling the hem of your shorts lower over your ass as you lay on your stomach.

“Show me where it hurts.” He fishes for a patch inside the package.

You extend your hand to hover over your lower back and then point generally to your thighs.

“No, show me where it hurts the most. I can’t put these everywhere.”

“There’s not a single place, Taehyung.” You scoff. “I barely got up from bed this morning.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll never horseback ride again— by the way, why it’s horseback riding? Where else would I ride?” You shake your head.

“Fuck if I know. Also, the pain is just because you’ve never done it before. The more you ride, the more accustomed you get. Like… like sex!”

Yeah, you’re not having this conversation with him.

“Just put the damn patches, man.”

“Wait, let me think.”

“God, this will take some time.”

“Shut up.” He goes quiet for a moment, and you turn to find him looking at your bottom with his hand on his chin. Not flattering, really. “Let me give you a massage.”

You can only hope that he can’t see the way you shiver as the words leave his mouth.

You laugh.

What.

“What?” You voice, twisting to look at him.

“It’ll help to relieve the pain, then we can see the best spot to place the patches.”

“You just wanna touch my butt,” you can only hope you don’t sound as desperate as you feel.

He chuckles.

“You wish.” Fuck, you kinda do. “But I’m serious, it’ll be good to soothe it. Also, my messages are pretty good.”

You won’t do this.

You shouldn’t do this.

…

No, really, you shouldn’t do this.

But then again… you and Jimin have given each other a bunch of massages before. Even Namjoon had given you some proper kneading before, and it was no big deal. This is just a friend helping out another friend who happens to be in pain.

…

Yeah, maybe Jimin’s right. Maybe you are stupid, and maybe you do stupid things when it comes to Taehyung.

“Whatever.” You return to your previous position, resting your cheek on your palms on the bed. “You better be good at this.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll want nothing more.” He taunts, and you’re afraid he might be too right on that one.

You and Taehyung have touched before. He’s a cuddler, so occasionally you fall victim to his hugs. He’s also been beside you in the backseat of Yoongi’s car one too many times, pressed together as you try to make room for Jimin’s thick ass. There was also that time you fell on top of him when you all went to a water park and he stood at the bottom of the slide — like a dumbass —, but even then it was mostly your foot on his face.

So now, as his large palms find the bare skin of your waist, exposed by your cropped top, it’s like the first time you’ve ever been touched.

But the feeling is short-lived, as Taehyung immediately pulls his hands away.

“Are my hands cold?”

“No?”

“You got goosebumps.”

“Oh.” You chuckle awkwardly. “It was kinda sudden.”

“Sorry.” He pauses. “I’m going in, then.”

You sigh when the weight of his palms returns to your waist, and Taehyung chooses to ignore the way your body still shivers while his feather-light touch travels over your lower back.

“You comfortable?”

“Yes.”

He hums and you close your eyes.

He gradually starts to add more pressure, digging into your skin and eliciting a quiet grunt out of your lips when he kneads on a particularly sore area.

“Sorry” he stops briefly, “this will probably hurt some, but let me know if it gets too much.”

Months of one sided sexual attraction are enough to make his five minute touch already too much. And you know this ain’t looking good. Not with the way your body receives this as if it’s some kind of tantric experience. You can already feel heat spreading under your skin while his hands get familiar with your back, and you’re definitely way more tense then you should be — but you do your best to force your mind out of the gutter and try to enjoy this friendly massage.

And to be honest, he’s actually really good at this.

His hands work in a disarming rhythm. Hard pressure unwinding your sore spots, only to return with soft and delicate caresses whenever your pain announces itself. He pays attention to every inch of your hips, charting the flesh with the utmost care and determination, and making it impossible for you to hold grunts and soft sighs of relief — which, despite bringing a tingling heat to your face, only seem to spur him on.

As his fingers trace every line of your lower back and ease pains you didn’t even know you had, it doesn’t take long for you to allow yourself to relax, and it’s no surprise when your mind wanders. It wanders with simple, yet agonizing questions, such as how those palms would feel in other parts of your body. Nothing too daring, just…

… on your neck, untying the knots you sure have there too, or…

… or on your shoulders, kneading the tense areas…

… but maybe your thighs too, caressing their soft, tender skin…

… and maybe a bit higher, in between them too.

You’d never admit it out loud, but for a moment, while your waist is so attentively being touched by him, you pretend that this whole shallow breathing, overthinking and nauseating butterflies thing isn’t one sided, and that his hands aren’t just soothing a pain he feels somewhat responsible for, but rather claiming your skin, like you have wished he’d do, caring for your body as if it’s his to care for.

“You good?” He asks, and you feel intoxicated by his quiet voice sounding from above you.

You hum softly. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“Nice. Can I massage your thighs too?”

Of course you nod. How could you not? Nevermind your thighs are sensitive as fuck. Nevermind the telltale longing you feel as soon as his hands leave your back. What minds, though, is the welcoming warmth of when they find your legs. The delicate and hesitant contact is enough for you to suck in a sharp breath, firmly grasping the comforter beneath your hand.

His palms are as purposeful as they were on your hips, easing the soreness and softening the flesh, while being careful not to surpass or even brush the limit of your shorts — but holy fuck how you wish he would. You wish he would just read your mind and feel as electrified by your skin as you feel by his, because you know — you just know that you’re melting way too fast, tight grip on the bed getting more useless by the minute, and you don’t even notice when your reasonable grunts and sighs turn into breathy whimpers and mellow moans.

But Taehyung notices. Hands hesitating before finally coming to a full stop and parting from your skin when a brush in the hem of your shorts prompts a wanton moan to fall from your lips.

You groan at the loss, your glazed over eyes making you oblivious to his hooded ones as you lift yourself on your elbows to better face him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uhm,” his eyes flicker to your pouting lips, “maybe we— I think we should stop…” he clears his throat. “Yeah. We should stop.”

“Why?” You frown, cautiously turning to sit up straight.

He rehearses an answer a couple of times, opening and closing his mouth exasperatedly, before deciding to not give a fuck to be coherent. “‘Cus— god, you are–you” he runs his hands through his hair, before chuckling humourlessly “shit, you’re driving me fucking insane,” he blurts, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What?” You mutter, not keeping up with the fact that Taehyung’s having a mental breakdown right now.

“You seriously need to ask?” Is he… angry at you right now? “God, you just— shit, sound so fucking hot, you sound like heaven, and touching you is making me all… I don’t even know, I’m not–I can’t think right now, shit, do you have any idea how soft your skin is? Just fucking look at yourself. Your bod–you’re just so beautiful and I’m touching it like it’s not making me fucking horny as hell, and I know we’re friends and shit, but god you’re just…” he finally breaths before noticing your wide eyes and agape mouth. “Shit, I’m— fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll just leave, sorry for whatever the hell this was, please don’t tell Jimi—”

It’s only when Taehyung starts to step back that you snap out of your own head.

Shit.

Jimin is right.

“Taehyung” you reach for his wrist, “shut up.”

“No, but I’m—”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

For a second he looks just as helpless as you feel.

“What.”

“Taehyung,” you stare deep inside his eyes, “keep touching me.”

He blinks, but steps closer to the bed again.

“What are you saying?”

“Damn, boy, do I have to spell it out for you?” You tease, but the neediness is evident in your tone.

His expression softens immediately and he chuckles — somewhat incredulous, somewhat relieved —, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip as he allows his eyes to trail over your whole body, traveling over your chest, then down your legs, before he’s returning his attention to your lips.

Not a single hint of hesitancy veiling his actions anymore.

He steps closer, placing one of his knees on the bed and leaning over you. His hand cradles your jaw, softly tracing the skin. You can feel his breath fanning over your face, and you promptly close your eyes, anticipating what his kiss would feel like.

“Wanna hear you say it.” He whispers against your ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Your mind spins at the pet name, his deep voice lacing it with the purest of honeys as you feel excitement tightening every muscle in your body.

“Taehyung, I…” you swallow thickly, feeling his pillowy lips touching your cheek “I want you.”

You sigh.

“Please.”

And then, his touch leaves your face, and you open your eyes, confused.

He stares at you with desire blanketing his eyes. A small smile crosses his lips before he opens his mouth again.

“Lay back down on your stomach for me, then.” He smirks. “Let me finish your massage.”

You return to your previous position in a heartbeat, expecting Taehyung to do the same, but as soon as you’re comfortable — or as comfortable as one could be while this tense — his legs circle your body and he straddles your thighs, knees framing your hips.

“This ok?” You nod, whispering a quick affirmative. “Tell me if that changes, I can’t see your face.”

“Okay.”

This time, when Taehyung touches you, he traces your skin as one would the finest porcelain, fingertips traveling through the expanse of your back as if trying to memorize each and every inch of it. But he doesn’t avoid reaching higher now, palms raising your top slightly before feeling his way along your sides and down to your ass.

He molds the flesh under his palm, but freezes when a soft squeeze prompts a hiss out of your lips.

“Shit, sorry, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You say immediately.

“Right.” He hesitates. “Also, please let me know if I hurt you at any point.” You nod, but he still doesn’t continue. “Tell me you understand.”

“I’ll let you know if you hurt me at any point.” You assure, wiggling your hips a little. “Now, please.”

He chuckles. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as his touch finds your legs, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you feel like you’re learning how to breathe all over again.

The pleasure he’s eliciting from your body is so profound it’s almost worrisome, and it’s all you can do not to get too much in your head, because you’ve never been touched like this before.

Like, yeah, sure, you could’ve guessed Taehyung’s hands were sinful, or that some deep-buried pent up emotion would make the knot in your stomach that much more delicious, but you don’t think you could’ve dreamt with how easily he’s able to read your body, working you up at an alarming speed as his patient but insistent touch make you feel like one of those white mystical bitches who cum on camera with that tantric bullshit you’ve laughed about before.

If it weren’t for the way your panties are soaking wet already, uncomfortably sticking to your pussy, and for the weight of his body above you, you’d sure be blaming this on some weird sex dream you’d rather never acknowledge.

But as much as you’re enjoying it — and somewhat surprised at his patience —, it doesn’t take long before you start squirming under him, begging for something more intimate.

“Taehyung,” you sob, “more.”

“Shit, you sound so needy. Nothing like the bad bitch I know.”

“Taehyung,” you hiss, and it’s supposed to be a reprimand, but he only chuckles.

“Don’t get me wrong, though, I fucking love it. Love to know I’m the one making you feel like this.”

You ignore the way his tone makes your brain stop for a full second before you wiggle down, trying to near his hand to where you need him the most, but his hold is firm on your thighs.

“Shit, don’t tease me.” You cry.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, body leaning forward to press down on your back before his lips find the shell of your ear.

“I don’t think you understand what’s gonna happen here, baby” how is Taehyung’s voice so fucking hot, god, this can’t possibly be fair. “If you want this, you’ll have to behave and listen to me.” His hand finally moves, and a strangled moan falls from your lips when his thumb finds your pussy through the thin fabric of your shorts. “Can you do that?” His lips tease the skin below your ear. “Can you be a good girl for me and let me take care of you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why does he sound so calm? And why do you feel anything but?

“Yes,” you mutter under your breath, and Taehyung pulls your earlobe between his teeth before returning to his previous position.

“Good. Now tell me what you want, baby. And be clear.”

His demanding tone sends a wave of arousal to your panties.

“Touch me.” You blurt.

“Ain’t I?” He swipes his thumb over you again and you gasp.

“No–not enough. Just… fuck, please,” you swallow thickly, trying to think, “you know what I want.”

“Uhm, but I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out for me?” Another swipe.

“Shit” you shudder, “give–give me more.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “Take this– my shorts, take them off, please”

He chuckles.

“So needy.” He mocks, but if the speed with which he gets off of you is anything to go by, he’s not much better.

He’s careful to not spark any pain as he slowly pulls your shorts down your legs, but leaves your panties on as he straddles you again and gently grabs your ass.

“Taehyung,” you whine.

“Shit, you sound so pretty saying my name like that,” his fingers swiftly pull your panties aside, and you both let out appreciative moans when he feels up and down your aching pussy. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby,” he murmurs, fingers parting your folds, “want me this bad?”

“I want you so much,” you answer, mind functioning way past self-preservation.

His hand dips down to rub your clit, making your walls flutter around nothing. He speeds up and you hear how wet you are for him, feeling your arousal dripping down your thighs. Taehyung shifts a bit and helps you carefully spread your legs with him still above you, and the momentary discomfort is worth it when he pushes two fingers inside your aching cunt.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, low tone dripping with lust as he starts to properly finger you open for him, “just sucking me in. Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”

You shudder at his words, doing all you can to not rip the comforter with the force you’re clutching it.

“God, baby, wan–want that too” you gasp.

“Yeah?”

“Want you to fuck me dumb.”

“Holy shit,” he lets out a strained chuckle, “I’d love that too, baby, but if I did that it wouldn’t really help with the pain.”

You swear you had an answer in the tip of your tongue, but Taehyung curves his fingers in that exact moment, hitting your sweet spot just right and you suddenly don’t recognize your own voice, spilling filthy nothings and moaning shamelessly as he pairs his now precise rutting with a languid grinding of his palm on your cunt. “So what about I fuck you sweet and slow instead? Worship this gorgeous body of yours, hum?”

Taehyung takes the way your pussy squeezes his fingers as the answer that it is, and adds a third digit past your dripping folds, further preparing you for him. Your hips jolt when he takes his thumb to your clit, smearing your juices around before he’s rubbing circles over it.

You feel your stomach tensing the longer he fingers you, but as delicious as this is, you didn’t fantasize about this day for months only to cum on his fingers.

“Taehyung, I’m—” you moan wantonly, body tensing under him, “I’m close, but I don’t wanna—”, his fingers leave your cunt with a loud squelch, and he pushes himself away from you just as quickly.

“Turn around for me, angel.”

You take a second to process his words, his abrupt stop making you feel devastatingly empty, but as soon as you do as he says, he dives down to slot his lips against yours — and holy shit.

Taehyung kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Mouth molding over yours with an intensity that makes you feel loved. His hands travel over your body with similar admiration, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips to tangle with yours as you two savor each other.

Your mouths fit perfectly together while your skin burns with desire. He’s such a good kisser, matching your rhythm with ease.

You slither your fingers through his hair, pulling the strands and turning his face slightly to deepen the kiss. He makes you drunk, intoxicated in the sweet taste of his lips, and the sloppier it gets, the hungrier you get.

“Wanna kiss you everywhere” he moans, mouth parting from yours to trace your chin and jaw, licking and sucking on the skin, while he starts to push your top up.

“You first” you mutter, running your hands down his chest and sliding them beneath his shirt, nails scraping against his stomach before you’re raising it up his torso.

He sends you a disarming smirk, kneeling on the bed to pull his shirt off.

“God, Taehyung, for fuck’s sake” you groan. “How are you real?”

“You’re one to say.”

“You damn right I am.” You scoff, suddenly self-conscious. “Have you seen yourself? How do you expect me to undress in front of you?”

“Nah, stop that shit,” he huffs out a laugh, leaning above you again to whisper against your ear, “where’s the bad girl I know? The one who owns every room she walks in, huh? If anyone should be insecure here, it should be me,” you bite your lip and he tugs on your shirt, “let me see you too, babe.”

You pout, but help him take off your top — and his gaze burns through your bare chest, impossibly darker.

“So fucking perfect,” he mouths, before diving in and taking your lips again, kissing you fervently and letting his hands run free over your whole body.

His large palms cup your tits, grabbing them and caressing the soft flesh for a while, then pinching and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He moves his lips to your cheek, leaving small bites along the side of your jaw before he buries his face in the curve of your neck, licking and kissing every single spot.

“I’ve been dreaming about this body for so long” he says against your skin, “I thought I was gonna die when I saw you with a bikini on that trip” he admits. “But seeing you like this— actually seeing you,” he takes his lips further down, “shit, you’re prettier than any dream, than any thought I could have.”

You feel your whole body warm with his praise, mind spinning as you try to make sense of his words — but failing miserably as he closes his mouth around one of your tits. Your eyes flutter shut and you roughly pull his hair, eliciting the sexiest fucking sounds out of him, all while rewarding them with your own loud pleasure as his tongue fondles with your nipple. His lips chart every inch of you, leaving no spot untasted or unkissed as he makes your body his.

“You make me dizzy,” he mumbles, “shit, can’t fucking get enough.”

He seems so fucking satisfied. Smuggly smiling against your body whenever you shudder or moan a bit too loud, pride overwhelming his features whenever his name meets his ears in a shaky breath, reveling in the way you melt under him.

Taehyung pulls the waistband of your panties between his teeth, biting down on the fabric to then carefully and slowly slide them down your legs, not daring to take his eyes away from yours until you are completely naked under him.

“Wanna taste you so bad.”

You feel goosebumps trailing over your skin, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal down your cunt. So, naturally, when you pull him up and shake your head, you’re almost as surprised as him.

“No…” you whisper, and he freezes, worry taking over his face, “want you to fuck me.” Relief washes over his face, before a slow, teasing smirk takes over his lips, but he doesn’t say anything. “Shit, Tae, I need you to fuck me.”

Your whole face heats up when he snickers.

“Say that again.” You bite down on your lip when he grips your flesh with a bit more force than before. “My name,” he whispers, crawling up to caress your cheek. “Say my name like that again. Like you’ll fucking die if I don’t give you what you want.” His palm chases down your neck and pushes your head back a bit.

“Tae…” you sigh, closing your eyes when he kisses your jaw, “Taehyung, please fuck me.”

“Fuck, so hot” he whispers on your ear. “Begging for cock like a good girl,” you whine when he pulls your earlobe between his teeth. “Are you always needy like this? So desperate to be fucked?”

It is humiliating to admit, and you feel a not-so-sexy kind of anxiety creeping up on you and catching up with you clouded brain, because you know damn well you’ve never begged for shit — and that's why a teasing smile and innocent look is the best you can muster before pulling him in for a kiss.

Taehyung takes a second to process your touch, but soon melts into it, slipping his tongue past your lips and securing your waist on his hands. He rolls his hips, pressing his clothed erection on your cunt, and you both shiver at the friction.

“Why the fuck you still have your pants on?”

“Was kinda distracted,” he scoffs, and your hands reach between your bodies for his belt. You struggle with the poor angle, but eventually manages to open his jeans, and Taehyung lets out a relieved sigh, sitting up to properly push his pants off.

“Hurry up,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together.

“You’re this eager to see my butt?”

“Yeah, wanna see where you hid it.”

“Damn,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he tosses his last piece of clothing away.

It’s pathetic. It’s so fucking pathetic the way your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen. But what can you do when you finally see his cock — the one you’ve imagined way more times than someone who doesn’t have a crush probably should. He’s so hard it sure must be painful and precum collects at the tip, making your mouth water.

“Wanna suck you.”

“If I ain’t tasting you, you ain’t sucking me.” You pout.

“You just scared you won’t last.”

“I wasn’t the one begging less than a minute ago.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckles, slotting himself between your thighs.

He teases up your entrance, smearing your arousal around your pussy until his crown finds your clit and a low moan rips from your throat. You’ve never been this wet before — but you’ve also never felt this wanted before either.

Then, Taehyung’s patience seems to finally have reached its limit — his own teasing overbearing even for himself, because he doesn’t wait another second as he parts your folds, pressing his tip before finally pushing in. You tighten your grip on his shoulder, digging your nails on his flesh while his eyes are hypnotized by the way your cunt throbs around him, adjusting to his size as he fills you to the brim.

“You ok?” He whispers, heavy breath fanning your face as you thread your fingers through his hair.

You nod, “Please, move.”

He starts to roll his hips back.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung groans, eyes rolling back at the way you clench around him.

“Shit,” you moan, “this feels so fucking good,” you’re not really aware of the words leaving your mouth, feeling as if you’ve lost your ability to think — an ability that you weren’t particularly good at in the first place.

When Taehyung moves back in, you can feel every inch of him as he stuffs you full, grinding on you as soon as your hips meet and stimulating every part of you. He sets a disarming pace, cock reaching deep with every stroke and he has to control every urge in his body not to pound into you like you both would like him to.

And you’re not used to this. You’re not used to the softness of his hold nor with the care he fucks you with.

Sex for you always felt like a race, but Taehyung makes it feels as if he stopped time altogether. The overwhelming bliss he sparks within your body is just so fucking good, already so much better than any past orgasms you’ve had.

When he feels you fully accommodate him, he speeds up enough to have you spiraling but not enough so your thighs are hurting. Between lustful moans and low groans, his hooded eyes search yours to read your every reaction, to understand which angle makes your brows furrow deeper, which rhythm makes you sound the most vulgar, and you can feel yourself dissolving into pleasure — the toe-curling, mind fucking and dangerous type — in no time.

He whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, tracing your neck with his tongue and biting on your jaw, loud pleasure and wet sounds fill the room.

You ignore the slight pain that hits your body whenever he makes your hips jolt or your legs shake, mostly because his soothing hands are anxious over your skin: fingers digging on your thighs, palms grabbing your hips, pinning you down on the bed to contain some of your roughest spasms. You’ve never been fucked so deep and so deliciously before.

You babble what seems like his name, but you’re too lost to be sure, desperate and uncoordinated sounds leaving your mouth loud enough to earn you some noise complaints later.

“Shit— ngh, so–so fucking good.” You arch your back, and Taehyung takes his hands to massage your tits.

Your head tilts back on the comforter, eyes squeezing shut despite your desire to keep looking at him — at his dark, unwavering gaze, staring you down while fucking you so deliciously —, but it’s just too much. You swear he’s on a mission to make you lose your goddamn mind as he earnestly fucks you, reaching every spot and grinding on you.

“Feels so good like this,” he grunts, “just sucking me in, so fucking wet.”

And you don’t answer — because you can’t. There’s nothing but Taehyung’s name in your mind, and some shaky version of it reaching his ears.

You can already feel the steady pressure building in the pit of your stomach, making your legs shiver around him as your whole body tightens.

“Shit,” he buries his face in your neck, feeling you constrict around him, “you close?”

You nod, biting his shoulder as a guttural moan leaves your lips.

“Then cum for me, princess, cream my cock.” He commands, pressing his thumb down on your clit at the same time, and making you come undone beneath him.

Taehyung can't really detain your whole body from quivering, hips buckling while your back arches from before you collapse on the bed.

An exhaustion takes over you, and it feels like hours until you’re finally able to open your eyes again.

Your body’s still quivering with aftershocks, pussy way too sensitive as Taehyung fucks you with lazy, shallow thrusts.

“Shit, that was so fucking hot” he groans, before his brows knit up, “I’m close too.”

He suddenly pulls away, quickly rising to kneeling position and circling his glistening cock with his large hand. His eyes travel over your body as he pumps himself, palm focusing on the tip as he chases his own release.

You ignore the way you pussy clenches at the sight.

“In my mouth,” you mutter, voice barely audible — but he hears you, because his movements falter.

“What did you say?”

“Want you to cum in my mouth.” You lick your lips before supporting yourself on your hands to get closer to his crotch. He groans when you replace his hand with yours, jerking his length to spread some of your juices around before closing your lips around his tip.

His head immediately falls back with an elongated grunt. And you feel your pussy leaking when he starts to twitch inside your mouth.

“So fucking good,” he praises, making you hum.

It takes only a few expert flicks of your tongue and hollowing of your cheeks before Taehyung’s hips buck and you feel his salty taste spilling down your throat. You keep sucking him, milking every last drop of his cum and swallowing it all like a champ, before releasing him with a pop and cleaning your lips with the back of your hand.

“You just swallowed my cum.” He says, as if trying to process it.

A sly smile takes over your face, but it doesn’t stay long as Taehyung’s face slowly scrunches up in what can only be described as sorrow. His lips turn into a pout and he gets off the bed in a heartbeat, searching for his discarded clothing.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Your mind, empty a second ago, suddenly overflows with a million thoughts.

Shouldn't you have swallowed his cum? Did he want to cum on your tits? Why the fuck are his eyes glossy like that? Is he crying because he wanted to cum on your tits? Why is your heart about to explode? Say something, why can’t you just say something?

“I’m really sorry about this” he starts, pushing his underwear up his body, “I can’t believe I–that we…” he groans, running his hands through his hair the same way you were doing just seconds ago.

It hits you maybe too late into the overthinking process that having sex with Taehyung wasn't probably the best idea — not only due to his current euphoric attempt at an escape, but also because now, after your brain starts functioning at a normal speed after cuming that hard, you’re finally able to process the messy string of thoughts knotting inside your head and come to the alarming conclusion that… yeah, you kinda have a crush on that man fleeing from you right now — undeniably so, given that he’s struggling to stop crying after fucking you and you still feel the urge to cuddle with him and pinch his cheeks.

The fuck is wrong with you.

“Taehyung.” You call, remnants from his cum lingering on your mouth.

Thank god Keke Palmer is secured behind that closet not to see you failing her like that.

He’s mumbling to himself, seemingly forgetting that you can, in fact, hear him.

“— can’t believe I just fucked her, this did not just happened—” he says, among sniffles, fighting with his zipper, “argh, this was so fucking good, she was so fucking hot and now I just won’t be able to forget this shit and this is the opposite of what I was supposed to do—”

“Taehyung!”

“What?!” He snaps, giving up on his jeans and letting them fall uncomfortably on his thighs.

“The fuck you on about, man?”

He lets out a strangled noise, exasperated by your calmness.

“How am I supposed to get over you if my dick is now in love with you too?” He blurts, probably unintentionally, probably not realizing that you’re on the receiving end of that statement.

“... Well, damn.”

He sobs when it hits him. You just chuckle.

“Please, forget I ever said that—”

“Why, tho? This was the most romantic shit someone’s ever said to me.”

His exasperated groans are so fucking cute.

“I… sorry, let’s just pretend I never said anything. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh. That’s too bad, cus I kinda like you too.”

“That’s not what I…” He closes his mouth immediately, eyes wide in a mix of panic and bewilderment as you smile.

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean right now.”

You chuckle.

“Why? Gonna cry?” He actually sobs. “Damn, boy, you sound nothing like the bad bitch I know.” You mock, but then bite your lip and crawl off the bed, trying to stand in front of him despite your stumbling legs. “I like you too, you dumbass. Been liking you for sometime, actually.”

You place your hand on his face, softly cleaning the tears off his cheeks.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He frowns, breathing finally normalizing.

“But you never really talk to me.”

“Yeah, I was kind of in denial and your personality didn’t help.”

“... That’s a compliment, right?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, Tae.”

“And what was yesterday about, then?”

“I was obviously trying to seduce you. And look at you,” you smile proudly, “seduced.”

“Yeah, ‘cus there’s nothing sexier than a sweaty woman fighting to stay on top of a horse, if you ask me.”

He opens one of those large, intoxicating boxy smiles of his, and you’re suddenly unable to smile back.

“Honestly? You intimidated the hell out of me. But seeing you completely out of your element yesterday watching me train some kids at a stud farm?” He chuckles. “Made me realize that… yeah, you’re amazing and all the shit I already thought… But you’re kinda lame too.”

Your mouth falls open.

“I’m sorry, you just said your dick’s in love with me, asshole.” You roll your eyes. “And you were about to fucking flee the scene. While crying, may I add.”

“Yeah, cus you just ate my cum,” he smirks. “That does something to a guy’s heart.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

He shakes his head, an annoying smile still plastered on his face.

“I really do like you, you know? And like… we don’t have to figure anything out right now, this doesn’t even feel real yet, but…” he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest, “I really fucking like you.”

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, slowly running his finger over your lips. This time, his kiss is tender, full of unhesitant affection. You two fumble backwards, and he carefully lays you on your back, falling beside you and pulling you to frame his side.

“I like you too.” You whisper, snuggling closer.

“We can do those corny things together now. Like… uhm, like watch that Real Jackson show you always talk ab—” you grimace.

“It’s True Jackson, Taehyung.”

“Whatever, same difference.” Keke please forgive his ignorant soul. “Oh, and I’ll take you to ride with me.”

“Yeah, don’t push it. There’s not a single chance I’ll be riding again.”

“Oh, no, babe,” he and offers you a smirk, “I meant riding this fucking dick!”

Sigh.

But honestly, that might not be too bad.

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Howl’s Moving Castle Incorrect Quotes

another shitpost bc I have problems 🎐

Ryan: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Sophie: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Howl: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Markl: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Calcifer: My moral code, is that you? Ryan: Ryan: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Howl: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Ryan: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies Calcifer: Socks are Feetie Heaties Markl: Forks are Stabby Grabbies Ryan: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties Calcifer: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies Markl: Stamps are Lickie Stickies Sophie, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Howl: If you had to choose between Ryan and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Sophie: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Ryan: Sophie! Howl: 63 cents. Sophie: I'll take the money. Ryan: SOPHIE!!!

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Howl: He stole from me first! Sophie: Mhm. Howl: Stole my heart... Ryan: It is still illegal to commit murder.

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Howl: Fuck. Ryan: We've got to work on your cursing. Howl: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Howl, Ryan, and Sophie are sitting on a bench Markl: Why do you guys look so sad? Howl: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Markl sits down* Ryan: The bench is freshly painted.

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Howl: I think we're missing something. Ryan: Teamwork? Markl: Cohesion? Sophie: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Howl: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Ryan: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Howl: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SOPHIE WITH ME Markl, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Howl: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Sophie: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Ryan: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Markl: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Howl: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Howl: Shit. Ryan: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Sophie: OH MY GOD MARKL FELL OFF!!!

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Howl: *Screams* Ryan: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Sophie: Should we do something?! Markl, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Howl: I think Markl was right. Ryan: I'm surprised he hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Sophie: He wouldn't do that. Markl: You're right, Sophie. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. Markl: *turns around, the shirt he’s wearing says 'Markl Told You So' on the back*

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Howl: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Ryan: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Markl? Markl: Probably “road work ahead”. Sophie: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Howl: Dammit, Ryan! Ryan: What?! It wasn’t me! Howl: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Sophie! Sophie: Not me either. Howl: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Calcifer: *whistles*

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Ryan, banging on the door: Howl! Open up! Howl: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Sophie: No, he meant- Markl: Let him finish.

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Howl: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. Markl: Okay, but what is updog? Sophie: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Ryan: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Calcifer: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Prince Justin: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Markl: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Howl: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Sophie: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Ryan: What’s a henway?? Howl: Oh, about five pounds.

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Howl: Croissants: dropped Ryan: Road: works ahead Witch of the Waste: BBQ sauce: on my titties Markl: Shavacado: fre Calcifer: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Sophie: Sophie, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Howl: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. Ryan: This knife is actually a magic wand. Sophie: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. Markl: *cocks gun* Magic missile. Calcifer: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

#howl pendragon #howl x reader #howls moving castle #calcifer #howl jenkins #howl jenkins pendragon #Markl #sophie hatter #studio ghibli #incorrect quotes #incorrect howl’s moving castle

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silentwillowwhisperer · 2 years

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Alright I need to write something 'bout Lance because I haven't yet, and that is not ok. (Though it still has Keith in it... oops.)

This is one of my favorite headcannons.

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When people are sad, Lance uses pet names.

Like full-on lovey nicknames.

A few weeks ago he found Hunk sitting in the corner of the kitchen with his head hidden in his knees. That absolutely COULD NOT stand.

"Aw baby, what's wrong? Do you need a hug, love?" he said, and immediately got crushed in Hunk's arms. (Cuz they're wholesome beans)

And it's not just him. He once accidentally yelled, "You good Darling?" from across the room to Shiro when he was thrown into a wall during training. Yeah, that took some explaining. (But it was kind of worth it to see the flaming blush across Shiro's cheeks.)

Anyway, the planet they are currently orbiting is a lot like Earth, and the homesickness is getting to everyone.

But Lance is still shocked when he hears soft sniffling coming from Keith's room. Keith of all people. Mr. Lone Wolf™!

He quickly puts in the door code that he knows for completely not-stalkerish reasons.

Keith looks up at him from his bed with teary eyes. He rubbed at them aggressively when he sees Lance.

"What are you doing here Lance? Does Allura need us?" His voice cracks terribly.

"Cariño! Are you okay? Never mind don't answer that, you're obviously not."

Without warning, Lance wraps his strong arms around Keith. His heart swells with adoration when Keith buries his head in Lance's shoulder. Of course, being the oblivious idiot he is, he does not notice Keith's flaming blush.

He gives in to the urge to touch Keith's hair and ends up rhythmically gliding his hand through it. They stay like that for a couple hours. (Keith may or may not have fallen asleep, and who was Lance to disturb him?)

They both silently agree to pretend the whole thing never happened.

A few months later and they are now on a diplomacy mission. The planet they are on is home to the Kragzots. They are giant neon-pink glow worms with faces. Lance has to do breathing exercises to keep his laughter from bursting out.

Their host, an alien named Vav'eol, is a... how can Lance say this nicely? He's a turd. Not literally of course, but he on everybody's nerves right now. Even Hunk has a grimace on his face whenever the pig-colored alien speaks.

Keith of course is absolutely shaking with anger.

1 hour into the stifling meeting and Vav'eol decides to comment on Shiro's arm. "Well I'm grateful and all that for you lot being here, but I'm not sure if you're trustworthy seeing as that one was reckless enough to lose an arm. How do you even manage to do that?" he scrutinizes.

Shiro opens his mouth to respond, but before he can the screeching of a chair interrupts him. They all turn to see Keith stand ramrod straight with fury etched into his face.

"Say that again you dirt-eating piggish son of a BI-"

He is interrupted (quite rudely) by warm arms wrapped around him.

"Come on babe, we're supposed to be peaceful right now. Calm down, hun."

Keith relaxes slightly, but still breathes heavily into Lance's neck.

"...Are they dating?" Vav'eol interrupts.

"I wish," both Shiro and Pidge sigh at the same time.

The hugging boys turn red as tomatoes.

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Ew. Dialogue. That was painful. But the vision had to be fulfilled.

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obscurecharactershowdown · 1 year

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Obscure Character Showdown FINALE

[image ID: the first image is of image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Granger, a girl with green eyes and short, wavy or curly black hair. in her hair is a red hat or ribbon. she's wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue overalls, and a green coat. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

[NSH has beaten Akama (The Idiot (1951)), Libby Day (Dark Places), Sally Swing (Betty Boop), Shrimp (The Upturned), Oopsy Bear (Care Bears (2007 series)), Hikaru (Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu), and Diggory Graves (Hello from the Hallowoods)] They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Granger

[Granger has beaten Chopfyt (Oz), Wolfman (Darkwood), Gaap Goemon (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun), Forest Friend (Gris), Turnip (Chicory: A Colorful Tale), Gary (Faith the Unholy Trinity), and Stag Malinay (Krystar First Fragment)] so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda (including art) !]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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cherry-blossom-triplets · 1 year

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SBI+ Incorrect Quotes

The SBI+ Family as Incorrect Quotes!

Niki: Self-care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Tommy: No, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it or taking a nice warm nap! Technoblade: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists! Self-care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes! Wilbur: Lmao self-care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Tommy: If you touch my birthday cake, I’ll make you eat your hands.

Wilbur: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Niki: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Techno? Technoblade: Probably “road work ahead”. Phil: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Niki: Excuse me, I lost my brothers, Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy. Can I make an announcement? Awesamdude: Oh, certainly! Niki: Goodbye, you little shits.

Niki: What the hell are you doing? Technoblade: I’m doing my eyebrows. Niki: That’s a big ass mirror. Technoblade: Well, I have big ass eyebrows.

Phil: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life. Niki: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Tommy: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Wilbur: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Technoblade: My moral code, is that you? Phil: Phil: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk your mother left me, but do you guys need a hug?

Wilbur: Give us the gate key. Manburg Employee: I have no such gate key. Niki: Techno, tear his arms off. Manburg Employee: Oh, you mean this gate key.

Wilbur: Technoblade isn’t answering their phone. Niki: I’ll call. Tommy: Wilbur and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Technoblade: Hello?

Tommy: I’m an idiot. Wilbur: Technoblade: Niki: Phil: Tommy: Wilbur: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

#sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #sbi #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #mumza #sleepyboisinc #cherry blossom trio #cherry blossom triplets

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9leaguesofmirrors · 10 months

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If You Need To Be Mean (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

Yes, this is named after the Mitski lyric. No, it's not a songfic. I Don't Smoke is just Gainsgoe-coded and it fit this fic

Essentially, Joseph is hard on himself and Ross does what he always does - looks for a solution. But things won't be easy this time

CONTENT WARNING: Brief description of blood, themes of suicidal thoughts

"Fucking idiot!"

Ross jumped slightly at the sharp yell upstairs, nearly spilling hot coffee over himself in the process

His partner had been in a foul mood all day, probably thanks to the morons he worked with, and now he'd isolated himself in the bedroom to work on a few things. Ross knew that Lisgoe preferred to be left alone when he was busy (and annoyed), so he stayed downstairs with one of his favourite books

It wasn't long before he heard Lisgoe's voice shouting. Not at him, not even to him. Ross knew him well enough to know who the remarks were aimed at

Thud. Thud. Thudthudthudthudthudthud

It sounded like something was being hit. Maybe a desk. Maybe a wall

Then silence, as if he were looking at what he'd done

Then there was the sound of pacing

Completely confused by this string of events, Ross put his coffee and book down before heading upstairs

As he got closer to the shut door of their room, the angered muttering of his partner could be heard slightly clearer

"Now look what you've fucking done. Shit. Fucking look at it. What the fuck now? What now? Stupid twat!"

Ross gently held onto the handle, listening to the hushed sound until he felt it right to speak

"Joseph? What's going on?"

No answer

"I'm fine."

This didn't answer Ross' question. He opened the door and went to speak

What he saw effectively silenced him

Lisgoe's knuckles had cracked- no, they'd split open entirely, and blood was oozing out of them onto the floor in large puddles. Since he'd been pacing, red patches were now stretched across the wood flooring, which matched the large spatterings of blood on the desk - where he must've been hitting. His laptop, with a weekly report on it, was also covered

Ross didn't need to ask what happened. It was perfectly clear, he just had one question. A question spoken in a tone that was level, despite the layer of disbelief bubbling through:

"Why?"

No answer

"What? Was berating yourself like a lunatic not enough?" He started to get more irritated by the silence "Had to beat yourself up too?"

Nothing

"Answer me, Joseph."

"Why does it matter?" Was the agitated reply "How many times have I come home beaten to fuck? You should be used to this."

"This is different." Ross went over to him "This is clearly different, how do you not see that?"

"Oh, fuck off-"

"Sit down." This time, Ross' voice was sharp and demanding, like a teacher talking to a troublesome student "Now."

For a few seconds, Lisgoe looked as though he may have replied, but he let out an exasperated puff and sat on the edge of their bed

Ross took this opportunity to head downstairs, returning with a medi-kit and blue roll

"For fuck sake..." Lisgoe muttered as soon as he saw the apparatus "Is this necessa-"

"Don't talk."

To say Ross was angry would be putting it lightly. Seeing his partner with serious injuries was bad enough, but when they were self-inflicted? And out of petty rage? It was even worse. He didn't say a word as he sat beside him, cleaning and dressing he wound. He didn't even look Lisgoe in the eyes

"Are you gonna fucking ignore me forever now?"

That finally got a look, more of a glare, from Ross

"If it's pissing you off so much, let me do it."

"I've done it now."

"Then fuck off."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why-"

"I was pissed. Everything's gone wrong and I needed an outlet."

"You're always in a pissy mood," Ross snapped "you've never done this. What happened today?"

"Give it a fucking rest! Maybe something did happen, who gives a fuck? Worse things have happened to better people."

That was an odd statement for Lisgoe to make

Ross just looked at him with a blank expression, willing him to go on

"Come on, of all the people in this town, I deserve it the most."

"Was it Hammonds again?"

Lisgoe's boss, Hammonds, never got on with him. He was a man with 10x Lisgoe's aggression and need for control, with less of his honesty. Needless to say, they'd had several issues

"He's part of it." Lisgoe's voice was gravelly and distant as he stared at the blood on the floor, as if he were convincing himself there was nothing wrong "So was the asshole I had to visit - 6 fucking months and he'd not paid a penny owed! Then there was the dickhead in the street."

"What happened with the-"

"I was spat at, Ross." Lisgoe snapped "I was fucking spat at. Because I'm a bastard. And I fully fucking deserve it!"

Lisgoe looked at Ross and, his voice gaining clarity, continued:

"Here's something people are too scared to tell you." He spoke with complete conviction in what he was saying "Some people just shouldn't be on this fucking planet. And believe me, I know I'm one of them."

He didn't show it on his face, but hearing those words fall so easily from his partner's mouth caused a sting he could almost hear the rip of. His chest tightened and everything felt like it was weighing down on him

Suddenly, a thought came into his head. Some form of a solution:

"Be mean to me."

"... What?"

"Everytime you think of being mean to yourself," his voice was calm, as if delivering the answer to a mathematical equation "direct it towards me."

"Ross, I'm not doing that."

"I can handle it. Can't be worse than Pauline."

"No, Ross-"

"Why not? You're clearly angry. Just direct it at me. It's easy. I won't take it personally, it's just words to me."

Lisgoe looked away, as if he were ashamed of himself

In response, Ross held up his bandaged hand

"If this is the only other option, I'd rather you took your anger out on me."

Silence

Thick, heavy silence

Ross was getting impatient

"Joseph, for god sake, I can handle it. After the verbal abuse I faced with Pauline, there's nothing that could phase me-"

"No."

His voice came out level, unreadable. It took Ross aback slightly

"Why?"

"I'm just not fucking doing it. It's no big deal."

"This happens everytime something goes wrong," Ross explained calmly "you get angry at yourself. Well, just direct it to me. Just this once, I want you to hurt me the way you hurt yourself."

There was no answer. No argument, no pointed comment, not even a look in his direction

"It can't be that difficult-"

"Of course it's fucking difficult, and you know exactly why."

"No, actually, I don't."

Lisgoe finally looked in his direction in a swift, sharp motion

"It's the same reason I haven't offed myself yet."

"Don't say that, Joseph."

"Why? Why should I pussyfoot around it? Why can't I just say it like it is? Yeah, sometimes I want things to end. But I haven't done anything, so it's no big deal."

"I don't think you understand how big of a deal it is. It's just hard for me to-"

"Is that right?" Lisgoe sneered, jumping to his feet "Then please enlighten me, Ross. Tell me how all of this is so hard on you. Tell me how having to see me like this is so fucking difficult for you. Yeah, I bet you're the only one finding this hard! You have to hear about it, and all I have to do is have it in my fucking head everyday!"

There was a brief moment where all you could hear was a pin drop. That, and the buzzing sense of heaviness looming over both of them

"I can acknowledge you're hurting and still not want you to leave, Joseph."

"Ross," it was obvious, how exhausted and frustrated Lisgoe was, by his voice "I told you I'm not going through with it."

"And how do I know that?"

"Are you that thick? Do I need to spell it out for you with building blocks?"

"I just want a straight answer-"

"I love you, you stupid fucking shite!"

Neither of then expected those words to come out the mouth of Joseph Nigel Lisgoe

As he continued, his voice was coarse and gravelly

"There. There it fucking is. Your explanation, what everything boils down to." Everything spilled out despite Lisgoe trying scoop it all back in. The more he tried, the more of a mess it made "My life is a chaotic melding pot of shite, the only thing that offers any kind of stability is you. And it's so... I don't fucking know! It's nauseating, to rely on someone for something like that, but it's fine. Couldn't give less of a shite."

Ross sat there in complete silence. Not a word dared to bubble in his chest, let alone pass his lips

"If I had to live without you, I could." Lisgoe continued"I don't need you to survive, this isn't some shitey romantic drama. I could live without you, but it wouldn't be the same. I..." the walls came up, mostly out of shame "Forget it. It means nothing-"

"What is it, Joseph?"

Once again, no answer. In a surprising moment of tenderness, Ross stood up and placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. He could feel it contract, then relax slowly. That silent gesture spoke all the words they needed

They looked at each other, and it was like they could see into the other's head. Perhaps that was why Ross could feel his eyes losing their dryness. Not wanting his partner to see him like that, he closed the gap between them and his arms, somehow, found their way around him

None of this was normal. This type of contact, this type of atmosphere, it just wasn't who they were. They were fire, competition and tension. It was a set-up that amused them and set them alight. But this was like the earth. Grounding, strong and weighted, but subtle. Like the feeling of finding shelter from a stormy walk home. Weary feet and restless minds, just for a moment, are able to rest. It may not have been a permanent solution to what was going on in Lisgoe's mind, but it was something satiable. Something stable. It was something

"Ross."

Silence

There was a sniffle, then a moment that sounded like Lisgoe was going to speak. But nothing

Something wet on Ross' skin, he didn't draw attention to it

"Joseph?"

More silence

"Fuck sake..."

"What is it?"

"... I just realised what this is."

"What do you mean?"

"This. How I feel."

Ross gave him time

"It's fucking fear."

An exhale

A shaky chuckle at the irony

Another sniffle

"Ross, I'm scared."

The entire conversation flashed through Ross' head in that moment. The blood. The anger. What Lisgoe said

"Some people shouldn't be on this fucking planet. And believe me, I know I'm one of them."

"Me too."

They stayed there for a length of time they couldn't quite decipher, the walls they'd built started to disappear. It didn't feel like crumbling or breaking, but rather a simple evaporation

"You should probably know something, Joseph."

"What?"

A pause

"I love you too."

"Don't get fucking sappy." Humour coloured his tone

"You said it first."

"Don't bring it up!"

They laughed, despite the situation, which simultaneously felt like relief and rebellion. After a considerable pause, it was Lisgoe that spoke

"What happens now?"

Ross dealt with logic, he always had. No matter what the problem was, he always found a solution that would, eventually, lead him back to the right track. It was like a skill, a way for him to navigate even the toughest situations

Which is why he just said nothing, let the silence become their own personal safety net

Because that was how he delt with answering Lisgoe's question

His reasoning was simple: he didn't want to

The reason for that was painfully easy to understand:

He didn't know the answer

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #reece shearsmith #joseph lisgoe #ross gaines #gainesgoe #gainsgoe

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andorerso · 3 months

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sissi hello!! in regards to the post about ocs, i would LOVE to hear more about dani and elijah 💜 (partly bc i love both of those names so so much, always have, and that intrigues me instantly).

hope you're having a wonderful day!

rolling up almost two months later like hiiiiii <3 sorry it took me so long to answer ahfgdchg

but first of all, thank you for asking because I love talking about them, second of all, I'm so happy you like the names because I do too 🥰 well obviously, I wouldn't have chosen them otherwise, but I'm very particular about names and they have to feel right, and this was one of those instances when I almost instantly knew their names, like it was just fate. meant to be. and I think they sound nice together!! anyway, I'll stop ranting about names now

so, the story is urban fantasy, and their tropes are slowburn, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, battle couple, codependency, angstttttt, two sides of the same coin, flirty & awkward, snarky & serious, impulsive & rational, short-tempered & calm

Dani (full name Danielle Preston but she hates being called Danielle) is our leading lady, she's in her mid-20s, and she's the flirty, snarky, impulsive, short-tempered side of the two. she's always cracking a joke, which is mostly a self-defense mechanism, and tends to cover up real feelings with humor, sex and booze. I have such a soft spot for characters who'd rather cut open a vein than show weakness or vulnerability in front of someone, but still deeply care about people and are intensely loyal if you earn it, so she's kinda that archetype. she'd literally burn down a whole city for someone she loves but will never actually say the words. also she's bisexual like almost all my MCs

here's kind of how I imagine her (made with this picrew)

and Elijah is the more level-headed, serious, all business no fun counterpart to Dani's generally chaotic behavior. he's a couple hundred years old, and not human, but he looks to be in his early 30s. he's very matter-of-fact, goal-oriented, and pragmatic, but he's also very kind to those who deserve it, and can be surprisingly intense and passionate when he actually lets himself feel it (which is not very often, at least not at first). he has a very strong sense of justice, but he kind of follows his own moral code, so he definitely falls into the morally grey category (Dani kind of does too, but Elijah even more so)

here's a picrew for him too

as for their relationship, it starts as kind of an unwilling partnership and they clash a lot at the beginning because of their different approaches and worldviews, but they eventually form a friendship. Elijah's kind of drawn to her/fascinated by her from the start, because she's so different from him but has a lot of the qualities he admires/wishes he had too. Dani takes a bit longer mostly because she's better at lying to herself lmao. but there's an attraction of sort from the beginning. it's a difficult ride, mostly because they're both stubborn idiots who tend to repress their emotions, just in different ways. she's lost people and is afraid to lose more, and he's just not sure he knows how to allow himself to want things and be a functioning human person, so neither wants a relationship and they're both violently trying to deny any feelings. but the feelings are definitely there. like they're not together but they're deeply devoted but they will never admit it but there's no one else who could possibly compare. those kinda vibes, you know?

some other tidbits/details that I love about them: she loves to antagonize him (mostly in a teasing way) and he's so offended/annoyed at first until he realizes it's her love language. then the annoyance turns into fond exasperation. she's pretty much the only one who can make him genuinely smile and laugh, in fact sometimes he's the only one who actually finds her funny at all lmao (she definitely overdoes it sometimes but he finds it charming). she's a bit of a romantic deep down, and he's very intensely devoted once he commits, so it's the kind of relationship she always secretly wanted but never thought could have. and he's the only person she will tolerate calling her Danielle (it's kind of a turn-on from him).

anyway, I could go on but it's gonna get long very quickly, so this is just the basics. but I love talking about them and I'm always open to more specific questions from anyone <3

also here's a moodboard too because why not

#replies #bikananjarrus #dani x elijah #i'm sure the inspiration taken from my otps is obvious agfdhdfhgf #i was very self-indulgent when creating them #i basically took my favorite ships like rebelcaptain destiel fenhawke wyndoc etc and mashed them together in one ship lmaoo

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ugh-yoongi · 2 years

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Jungkook + things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear. thank you

thank you for the request, anon! this kinda went in an unexpected direction, so i hope you enjoy it anyway. please forgive me for how late i'm getting around to finishing these requests and the fact that this has absolutely nothing to do with valentine's day!

pairing: reaper!jungkook x f. reader

genre: supernatural au, crack/humor

warnings: this is pure idiocy, idk what to say. jungkook is a reaper who is easily embarrassed and extremely bad at his job. swearing, name calling, bickering, mentions of death and near-death situations, one (1) mention of a sexual thing. unedited bc i'm on mobile and posting anything from my phone is a fate worse than... you guessed it.

wordcount: 1.6k

requests are closed, but you can still come talk to me!

“Don’t stop there! Oh my god, what the fuck are you doi—you idiot, keep walking!”

You pause in the middle of the sidewalk, completely ignoring the voice in your head. That’s nothing new; whoever it is seems to have taken up permanent residence over the last few weeks. The first time the voice had called you a feckless dipshit with a deathwish had, admittedly, been a little jarring (especially since you’re in the prime age range for delusions to start manifesting), but you’d (for some reason) listened and narrowly-avoided getting flattened by a car.

Now that you’re used to it, the voice is nothing but a nuisance.

Still, whoever it is seems determined to keep you alive. You resume your walk to the coffee shop, and you don’t make it another ten steps before there’s a horrendous crash behind you. You spin around, disoriented for a second, and then there’s a man hanging halfway out of a window on the verge of tears, screaming apologies.

On the ground lies a window AC unit that almost certainly would’ve been the last thing you saw before you met your maker.

“Thank fuck,” the voice says, and it sounds exasperated, which stings a little. It also never speaks to you directly, because the next thing it says is, “How does she keep getting away with this?”

Because it’s one thing to have an amorphic voice in your head.

It’s something else entirely to answer it.

Answering it would imply things, so you just… don’t. And it isn’t like the voice is there all the time, just pops in every now and then when you’re, apparently, about to die. Like your own personal death cheat code, because not only does it tell you to get out of the way of air conditioners dropping out of the sky, it also makes snide comments about your caffeine intake.

Case in point: “This is her third fucking espresso today! No goddamn wonder she wound up on my list. Fuck getting smushed by an air conditioner, she’s gonna go into cardiac arrest—”

“Ma’am?”

You swear under your breath and mutter an apology to the barista. Just to spite the voice in your head, you order some kind of overpriced, bougie water with soggy fruit in it. You don’t hear it again for the rest of the day.

Another two weeks passes, and the disembodied voice saves you from getting sucked into the mall escalator and an unfortunate mugging outside the sketchy bar Taehyung had dragged you to one night after work.

It’s a completely unremarkable Tuesday night when you drag yourself home from work, drained and feet aching because the subway was out of service and you hadn’t wanted to waste money on a cab. Joke’s on you. Some expenses are worth it. And it just figures that the voice has nothing to say about this, because in your exhaustion you drop your keys and whack your head on your door when you bend over to pick them up. You’re expecting another what an idiot, but there’s… nothing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a looming, dark figure to your right. Now you’re really expecting the voice to say something, because surely something that large and nefarious means certain death, but there’s still silence. So you straighten up slowly, heart rate spiking, and once you have your key stuck in the lock, you dare a glance over.

It’s… just a guy. Looks to be close to your age—kinda cute, but dresses kind of like a dork. Has a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, but it’s got hoops pierced into the bill. It matches the rest of his aesthetic (also all black), but it definitely looks a little goofy. Still, you breathe out a sigh of relief at this being the looming, dark figure. Just a guy, and Mrs. Min had mentioned having a thundercloud for a grandson before, so you figure this is him.

“I haven’t seen your grandmother lately,” you say in lieu of a greeting, unsure what else to do. Surely this guy has noticed you standing here. “Is she all right?” He startles, lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a shriek and a strangled yell, and you drop your stupid keys again, heart pounding so hard it nearly jumps out of your ribcage entirely.

Then, the response you least expected: “You can see me?”

Two things happen in quick succession: all the blood in your body turns to ice, and you’re certain all of this has been nothing but a cruel delusion. Because—

Oh, no.

Oh, absolutely fuck no.

“See you? You’re the fucking voice in my head!”

What once was a look of pure fear melts into one of disbelief. “No fucking way,” he responds, eyes wide as saucers, voice awed. “Holy shit. No way. You’re the idiot woman!”

“Fuck you, I have a master’s degree,” you retort automatically. “Who the hell are you? What did you mean about seeing you? Why are you at Mrs. Min’s?”

“She died,” the guy replies, and there’s an air of condescension about it. “I’m here to collect her.”

“Collect her? Do you work for the morgue? Why aren’t you in a uniform? Where’s your ID? Shouldn’t the police be here?” More silence. “Wait, she died? Oh my god, she was so nice, she always baked me cookies, what the hell—”

“I can’t believe you can see me,” he says again.

Your brows knit together. “Again: why wouldn’t I be able to see you?”

“Because I’m Death.”

And you… laugh. You can’t help it, but it’s so unexpected and so clearly bullshit that you laugh. “You’re Death? Really? And you’re wearing that stupid hat?”

“What’s wrong with my hat?”

“It’s stupid, like I said.”

“You’re stupid,” he fires back petulantly.

You roll your eyes. “Grow up.”

“I can’t,” he snaps back, “I’m literally dead.”

Once you take a second to think about it, everything makes sense. And then you promptly black out and fall to the floor.

“Hello. I see you’re alive.”

This has to be a new record for the longest-running delusion of all time, because the guy is the first thing you see when you come to. You’re on your couch, judging from your view of the ceiling (aka the water stain near the light fixture), and he leans into your line of sight to press a cool washcloth to your forehead.

“Why are you here?” you grumble, words all slurring together.

“Just because I’m a Reaper doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. I was raised with manners.”

A Reaper. Yeah, that makes no sense at all, despite whatever you thought previously. “A reaper that makes sure I don’t get myself killed? Yeah, right.”

“…What.”

You groan. The water stain looks like it’s gotten bigger. “Every time I’m about to meet my untimely demise, I hear your stupid voice in my head yelling at me.”

“…What.”

“Can you use your brain cells for two seconds? I feel like I just woke up from a coma and having to explain this to you is giving me a migraine.”

“You could hear all that?”

“Yeah.”

“The whole time?”

“Yes. I literally just said that!”

The guy—whose name you learn is Jungkook when it isn’t Death—seems… stunned, to put it mildly. Seems like you took his world and turned it upside down, because he’s stammering over his words when he says, “You were not supposed to hear, like, any of that.”

“Mm, including the time you called me, and I quote, a feckless dipshit with a deathwish?”

“Definitely not.”

You sit up. Ignore the initial pang of dizziness and swing your legs over the side of the couch. Put your Very Serious face on. “Why do you keep doing that? Saving my life?”

“Because you’re not supposed to die yet.”

Oh. Well, that’s… good to know, you suppose. “I’m not?”

“No. I know when and how you’re going to die, and it wasn’t from the mall escalator, I can tell you that much.”

“…When and how am I going to die?”

Jungkook holds up a hand. “Confidential.”

“Jerk,” you mutter under your breath. “Why can I hear you, then?”

Jungkook, for his part, looks genuinely befuddled. “I honestly don’t know. Same reason you can see me, I guess, and I don’t have a fuckin’ clue what that is.” He strokes at his chin, bites at the ring through his lip. Stupid (endearing) how it matches the one in his hat. “You have any relatives who were Reapers?”

“How would I know?”

“True. Guess you wouldn’t. That’s all I got, though.”

You sigh. Of course the powers that be would bestow this upon you. “Is there any way to turn you off?”

Jungkook startles again. Goes all red in the face, which you wouldn’t have assumed was possible before meeting him. Looks like he’d drop dead if he wasn’t already Death. “Well, I—I’m not really i-into piss?”

“Excuse me? Oh my fucking god, I meant your voice! Your voice in my head, not your kinks, Jesus Christ—”

“This is so embarrassing,” he whines. “Please forget I said that! Please!”

“How can I?” you fire back. “You’re gonna save me from walking off a roof and all I’ll be able to think about is your opposition to water sports!”

“Let’s talk about something else! Please! Can we please talk about something else!”

“Answer my question!”

“I don’t know! Plea—hey, you like coffee right? I watch you drink, like, fifty cups a day, of course you like coffee. How about you make us some? And we can talk about how much we love coffee instead.”

You take in his face—almost cherubic, doe eyes, redder than you’ve ever seen a person’s face be—and take pity on him. “Fine,” you relent, “but then we’re also gonna talk about boundaries.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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for your recent post

heaven and back, Akira

Befriend a demon desguised as human

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Akira Fudo ] [ Devilman Crybaby ]

⚠️ This contain a spoilers

› Song that inspired this [ HEAVEN AND BACK - Chase Atlantic ]

Ray I love you!!! I swear since I heard the song the first time i quickly grew obsessed with it, I had being hearing it almost every day!! Thank you thank you thank you 😭😭❤️

I felt like trying to crack a code when I recived your request 🤭, I hope I did it with the correct characters. Hope you love it as much as I did!!

You were pretty popular around the academy, but no wonder since you easily atract the attention to you, you were really handsome and friendly towards everyone, not just that but you were super agile and athletic, surrounded by mystery since in reallity no one knows much about you, about the real you and even when you are pretty popular you are alone amost all the time, just by yourself watching the others go with their day

You had cross paths with Akira before and even when you two had barely talked before you are always friendly with him, always with a smile on your face, what always surprised him, it confuses but amuse him that someone so popular treat him this way, thinking that you may prefer to relate with Miki since she is more popular and kind and yet it always bring a silly smile to his face

You were used to see him with his pretty face and innocent smile around the school, however one day you were surprised with the fact that he came to school being almost a complete diferent person, not just he had changed physicaly but also in his personality, he became more extrovert and confident, doing whatever he wants with a cocky smile on his face, even if you didn't noticed at first it would be imposible to don't know about it since everyone is talking about the change on Akira

Everyone where between the amusment and wondering excitedly what could had happened to him, everyone has their own idea but no one really know what happened to Akira, no one except from you, you know pretty well what happened to him, you already knew about those lately cases of people having and extraordinary change in a short time or all those massacres on clubs, you hoped people would stop getting involved on things they don't understand but it seems like this isn't going to happen

In one of those moments where Akira were being carefree you approached to him without saying anything, when he noticed you and ask you what do you want your only answer was point your finger at him and in a completely calm manner you call him an idiot, Akira immediatly reacted by getting irritated and asking what the hell was your problem, you two never talk and this is the first thing you say to him? It was almost like if he were having a tantrum, you can't help but laugh at his reaction, even when now he has the power of one of the most powerful and dangerous demons that had ever exist Akira is still a teenager human, and that is quite hilarious

You just ignored his irritance and continue with your day, even going away, however that seem to irritated him more and follows you, he had been called a lot of things since his change but an idiot wasn't one of it. From that moment you two start a friendship that just grows more and more as time pass, you didn't admire him nor look up at him for his new strength, but you don't underestimated him neither, something that make him grows competitve with you at first, wanting to show off his strenght to you but it slowly become a special friendship

Akira doesn't know why but he feels like you understand him, like if, somehow, you two were more similar than meets the eye, Akira feels like he can share things with you that he can't share with Miki or Ryo, and sometimes he feels like he doesn't need words, like those times where words aren't enough to express what he want to say you seem to understand anyways and this I something for what he is grateful and completely amuses him

Akira tried to introduce you to Ryo once but it doesn't went well, just by seeing you Ryo knew who you are, and the same went for you, in that moment you wanted to tell Akira that you weren't comfortable and you wanted to leave but Ryo spoke first by saying that you weren't trust worthy, you would just bring problems, Ryo tried to warn Akira to stay away from you but he won't accept that, you were special for him and Ryo should accept it if he didn't want to make trouble with him, at the end Ryo accept it but non of you stop being wary of each other and never come across each other again

Since Akira become the Devilman he start to strugle more with a lot of problems, all this situation is stressing him out, is driving him crazy sometimes and yet he can't talk about this with nobody, the only person he can talk with this is with Ryo but he doesn't care, he just prioritize his research, so everytime Akira feels the need to vent or can't take it anymore he goes to you, he has arrived so many times unexpectedly at your home that it became a common thing but he can't help it, he knows he can count on you and, honestly, he just needs to be with you, he doesn't understand why or how you do it but you always manage to comfort him and he is grateful for it

He had went to you to vent about everything he feels, regrets, fears and even his anger, it had happened so much times that he already had lost the count and not matter how much times he does it you never ask for details, you just hear him, and yet you seem to understand him completely and accept him with all of that. Not just that, but Akira had already lost the count of those times you had come with a silly plan to cheer him up, going out to eat until you burst, having a little race full of cheats between you, dancing out of the blue with the first song you play or just going out on the motorcycle letting the wind take away the worries, he doesn't know how you do it but all those silly ideas make him feel better, but maybe it wasn't the ideas, maybe it was because of you

You stayed by Akira's side, supporting him in good and bad, but when things started to get out of hands and everything quickly become a mess you knew this will explode soon, maybe you didn't knew Ryo's plan complete but you could easily guess, so, with pain in your heart, you leave Akira for a while because you needed to finally get to work, and this isn't something that went unnoticed by him, Akira immediatly noticed your absence but conditions were not the best to go and search for you so he just hoped you were alright

Sadly, non of you get in time to help his friends and family to the cruelty of the anger and scare people did to them, Akira was shattered by all that was happening, crying over his lost when you came to his side once again, you called his name and he immediatly turned around when he reconized your voice, but this was the first time for both to seeing each other on this form, this was the first time he met your demon form and this was the first time you saw the devilman in person, he was confused but his relief was bigger and he just went to hug you, still crying

When he calm down, at least enough, you apologized to him for leaving him alone and explained to him that you were just getting yourself ready for what is going to happen, introducing to him all the demons that now are following you, ready to fight by his side against Satan before explaining what Satan was doing, and, now, you finally were able to explain yourself too, you were a demon living in this earth since so long ago, but unlike other demons you grow curious over humans, and instead of wanting to end with them you wanted to see more of humankind, and now it was time to defend the humans you loved so much

Satan themselfs reveal their plan and their true form, everything was too much for Akira but you quickly take his hand to comfort him, like you had always did, and with a smile you encourage him to fight, promising to fight by his side until the end

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The Villain's Untold Moldings Chapter Two

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(One again, as I have mentioned in the last chapter, Robot doesn't have his canon design in this fanfic! He has the (more, but definitely not entirely) human design made by @taxlthomas / @itsalldownhillfromherehoney so check it out before you start reading! Also, all chapters will be in my pinned post, despite it not having any tags involving it! Other than that, enjoy reading!)

Memory log 3,671 - Date: Sept. 27, 2015 - Time: 22:36

Romeo is currently making another attempt as to take over the world, starting with our small town as always. He's yelling down to the Pj masks about his plans. They're a team of three, with a boy dressed as a blue cat being named Catboy, another boy dressed as a green gecko named... well, Gecko, and a girl dressed as a red owl named Owlette. They have always stopped Romeo and the other 'nighttime villains', as they call them, from succeeding in their various evil plans, even though I have noticed that they tend to have communication issues between one another.

"-And then, I'll take over the world!! Mwhahahahaha!" Romeo cackled, fully confident in his plans as always.

"Oh, no you'll not!" Catboy yelled from below at him, pointing towards Romeo. "We're going to stop you before you can even start!"

Romeo steps forward a bit so that they could see him better before speaking. "Well, Idiot-boy, I already started! So looks like you've already failed at stopping me, haha!"

Catboy let's out a cat-like growl as Owlette walks behind him, patting his back softly. "Catboy, don't let his teasing get to you! It'll end up distracting you more than it already will!" She told him, trying to calm his anger down. Gecko quickly backs her up, telling him, "Yeah Catboy! It'll only end up bringing you down in the end if you listen to it!"

Catboy, seemingly having not payed attention to either of their words, cuffed his hands around his mouth and yelled, "WELL, THAT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU'LL LOSE THIS FIGHT IN THE END!"

"Oooooh, and how so? You gonna go back in time?" Romeo shouted back, almost instantly.

As they continued to scream at one another, with Romeo mercilessly teasing Catboy as he hurles unaffecting insults at him, with Owlette and Gecko trying to calm Catboy down to no avail, I chuckled softly to myself as I semi-discreetly set up Romeo's machine for him.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH!!" Romeo yelled, before blowing a loud raspberry at Catboy, causing him to let out a dramatic sounding gasp, despite being 100% seriously offended.

Look at him, trying to take over the world, yet he's still only a baby boy. Sure, he may be 10 years old now, but despite my code updating my information, I still can't see him as anything other then when I first saw him.

"Why, I would never!" Catboy yelled again. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"

I froze as I heard the words parents leave his mouth. My metal heart would have sunk to the bottom of my stomach if I had either of them. I turned to look at Romeo, trying to not show my shock and concern.

He stood still and silent for a moment, shocked by his words as well. ".. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said 'didn't your parents teach you any manners'!" Catboy spat out, still noticeablely irritated. "I'm waiting for your answer."

Romeo stared at him for a moment, before speaking again. "Well, no. They died before I even turned a month old, so they never got the chance to." He said this with full seriousness, though I could tell he wasn't upset about Catboy's statement. Infact, I believe I can see him trying his hardest not to crack a smile.

Catboy's expression went from annoyed and angry to shocked and horrified within seconds as he heard Romeo's words exit his mouth.

"Oh- I-I- um- you-" He tried to stammer out.

"CATBOY!!" His teammates cut him off, also horrified about what had just happened.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW-" He whispered yelled at them, causing Romeo to finally release his pent up laughter about the situation, falling backwards onto the pavement of the buildings roof as he begins to lose control of it.

I let out a quiet sigh, happy to see that his parents death didn't affect him nearly as much as I thought it would, or as much as it had affected myself. I walked up to Romeo, rolling on the ground laughing, holding his stomach as he struggles to contain himself.

"You know Master, you shouldn't laugh about your parents death." I told him, crouching down towards his level as he rolls on the floor.

"Y-Yes, but-" His sentence was stopped by more giggling before continuing, "Y-you gotta admit, his instant regret was p-pretty funny!"

"I wouldn't consider it as funny of all things, but if you say so, Master."

Memory log 3,672 - Date: Sept. 28, 2015 - Time: 03:56

After charging myself for a bit after Romeo's failed attempts, I now have to make an attempt at the hardest thing to do in this town as far as I'm aware: getting Romeo to actually go to bed and sleep.

"Robot, I'm not tired! I don't need any sleep yet!" He whined to me as he rubbed his eyes, resting his head on his work desk.

"Yes you are, Master. You have stayed up all night long, it's technically morning now, and you are literally rubbing your eyes as we speak. Now come here so that I can put you to bed." I tell him as I reach down to pick him up.

"Nooo! I don't wanna!" Romeo said, now trying to get away from me, though isn't putting in much effort as to get away.

"Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you don't have to." I scooped him up in my arms quickly. "Now come on, it's your bedtime."

He lets out a groan as I begin to carry him, though doesn't do much as to prevent this. It's unusual from him, considering that he hates me forcing him to go to bed when he's working on an invention, especially when he had just lost against the Pj Masks.

"Fine.. but on one condition!" He stated.

"What may that condition be?" I asked him, curious about what he could be trying to get me to do for him.

He stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. ".. what were my parents like? You know, before they, like, died. Who exactly were they?"

His questions made me freeze for a moment. He never was the curious type when it came to his parents, so this was something I wasn't expecting.

"... Well, let's see.. who do you want to hear about first? Your mother or your father?" I told him as I continued walking to his bedroom.

"My dad, I'd like to hear about my dad first." Romeo responded, resting his head against my chest.

"Hmmm... He had the same raven colored hair as you, even his hair was styled like yours. He had these bright green eyes, and fair skin, again being passed down to you. Your father was obviously an inventor, just like you. Else I wouldn't have been here to take care of you. He was a caring man, always offering his help to anyone who could possibly have needed it. Though he didn't seem to like interacting with people that much, especially when he wasn't familiar with them. He often liked being in the dark, he said that the bright light hurt his eyes otherwise. You actually share a lot of his physical and personality traits." I spoke to him, until I finally opened the door to his room.

"Really? So I gained all of my dad's traits?" He asked me, with those big blue eyes of his.

"Well.. I wouldn't say all of his traits. You got your white streak and your blue eyes from your mother. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it... your personality, besides being an evil genius, is very similar to hers." I stated, setting him down on his bed. "Take off your lab coat, Master. I know it's not comfortable for you to sleep in."

"Fine, fine. But how is my personality similar to hers?" Romeo asked again, taking off his coat.

"You both can definitely be kind to others, but you tend to choose not to be, as they weren't kind to you or someone you care about in the past. You tend to be jokesters, but in a way where it's mainly yourselves who are laughing. You both also share an intense love for older styled thing. Music, clothing, architecture, all of it." I explained, crouching down closer to Romeo.

"Huh... well, what did she look like?" He said, looking up at me with his big eyes.

"She had this long, curly brown hair along with her white streak that reached below her shoulder blades normally, but it reaches to her lower back when straightened. She passed down her blue eyes to you, as I mentioned before, but her's were much brighter than yours are. She had a slight tan compared to you and your father. She also has freckles all along her body, mainly on her shoulders and face. She also oftentimes wore a shamrock green dress that trailed behind her as she walked." I responded, and in a sense, rambled to Romeo. "She truly was a gorgeous woman when she was alive."

Romeo silently nods his head as he listened. "Okay, I see... one last question though."

"And what may that be, Master?" I looked back down at him, waiting for a response.

"How did they die?"

It was as if time had froze in that very moment. If I had lungs, I would have started holding my breath as the words left his mouth. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at him. Stare at his curious, yet innocent face, eagerly waiting for a response.

".. They died in an accident. Now, get yourself some rest." I finally said, getting back up onto my feet.

"An accident? What kind of accident?" He spoke to me again.

"That's not something you need to know of, Master. It's past your bedtime anyway." I quickly yet steadily walked towards the door of his room, trying to avoid further questions.

"But, Robot-"

"Goodnight, Master!" I said in as much of a cheerful tone as I could muster, turning off the light to his room and closing his door.

I quietly rushed to the living room, not being able to get over Romeo's question and how I responded to it.

I know it was wrong of me to lie about how they actually died, but it was for a good reason, right? I mean, I don't know.. I don't think he's ready to know just yet...

I sat down on the couch, with my metal joints now shaking. Probably due to a faulty wire, but I can't say that for certain.

Those eyes of his... I can't look at those innocent eyes and tell him about his parents death, and how it almost resulted in his death as well. When I look at him, I strangely just want to give him the entire world, and maybe more, just without having him know of all the horrors within it.

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