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egcdeath · 4 years

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strangers again

summary: “hiiii sweetie!! can i request a steve x reader where he left yn for peggy. but he always felt guilty and missed yn. he would always stare at her pic. when he came back he bumped into yn while she was dropping a kid to daycare. and steve realized it was his son. kinda sad but fluff at the end pls!!!! and oh i super love your works!!! tysm 🌼🥺💕”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: decent angst, brief mention of a depressive episode, abandonment, somewhat unrealistic behavior

word count: 3.8k

author’s note: i really hope that this lives up to your expectations but it is a little cheesy. i’d also like to warn that i have not interacted with a child in several years, so.. sorry. (there’s also a lot of exposition so double sorry if that’s not your thing!)

You’d never forget the moment Steve left to return the stones, with the promise to be back in only a matter of moments.

Maybe your definition of a matter of moments was different from his.

You seemed to be the only one without a clue of what Steve truly planned to do, with Bucky only telling you after the matter that Steve was leaving for the past and for Peggy, and probably not coming back.

After finding out, something deep within you broke. You could barely leave your bed for days, you struggled to eat, sleep, even drink water. Every task that used to seem like muscle memory, began to feel like it carried the weight of the world behind it. Every hobby that you once enjoyed becoming empty and bleak.

You constantly felt inadequate. How could you love someone so much, and be told you were loved so much while always being second to someone else?

The simple sentiment of it had left you feeling miserable, and sick to your stomach. Literally. Nearly every morning, and occasionally if you smelled something too strong, you found the contents of your stomach emptied.

You attempted to ignore it at first. Meshed with every other unpleasant symptom you were going through, you’d figured that it was just one more bullet point on the list of things that had been plaguing you. But when your friends insisted that you go check up with your doctor, you had a hard time saying no.

Once you received the results from your blood test, you were completely taken aback by the fact that you were pregnant. You couldn't believe that you hadn’t considered the possibility of pregnancy earlier.

Yet, after a long and hard period of pondering, you managed to surprise yourself once again after you realized you wanted to keep it.

After all, that could be the only piece of Steve you had left.

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You began to tell yourself that Steve was dead. That was somehow less painful than the idea that he left you for someone that he barely knew, yet had fallen so hard for nearly 70 years ago. You refused to let yourself fall for anyone else romantically, now that you were aware that anyone had the capacity to leave you at any time, no matter how deep you perceived your relationship to be.

You guarded your heart, and made sure to only let in those that you knew you could trust for a fact. For the remainder of your pregnancy, only your closest family members and friends stood by your side.

About 8 months later, you brought a small, but healthy infant into the world. From that moment on, you promised yourself to become the best version of yourself that you could be. No dwelling on the past, and no yearning for what could’ve been. Your only duty now was to provide the best life possible for your offspring.

So you did.

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You stood in the kitchen, peeling an orange for your son before he bounded into the room. You turned and gave him a big grin, and he grinned back to you.

“Did you get dressed all by yourself?” You asked him excitedly, receiving a nod in return before he ran up to your leg, and hugged it.

“I did, Mommy!” He looked up at you with his soulful eyes, and you couldn’t help but to feel bombarded with emotion.

Even at the tender age of five, Grant seemed to become a bit more like his father every day. The shape of his eyes, the slope of his nose, the sound of his giggle. To the average onlooker, he came across as the same as any other child, but to you, your son was the splitting image of Steve.

“Good work, little man. Now go sit at the table so mommy can finish breakfast, okay?” He didn’t even bother confirming with you before more or less sprinting to the table. You couldn’t help but to ask yourself if your son had obtained all of that energy and speed from his father as well.

Breakfast was over almost as soon as it started, and before you knew it, you were warming up your car after you’d assisted Grant with brushing his teeth.

You were in an oddly nostalgic mood that day, playing music from a time period before you’d even imagined bringing another life into the world. You glanced up at the rearview mirror and watched your son happily bop his head to the beat. You thought in passing about how much of a gift he truly was.

After arriving at his school, you hopped out of the car and over to the furthest seat in the back, where he’d insisted on sitting that day.

“You ready, big guy?” You questioned while reaching out to grab him from the car seat.

“Born ready,” he agreed. You chuckled and shook your head fondly at that while getting him out of the car.

“Who taught you that?”

Grant shrugged, “I came up with it myself.”

“I’m sure. Can you hold my hand while we’re out please?” You reached out for him, and he gladly obliged.

You soon became distracted by a large man across the street, his built figure and light blonde hair making you recall the father of your child. You gave Grant’s hand a light squeeze and continued to approach the door, not being able to help yourself, and glancing over at the man one last time.

Except this time was different. Your eyes locked with the blonde man outside of the coffee shop across the street unexpectedly. Where you once thought casually to yourself that it looked like Steve, you now had confirmation that it was in fact the man who you’d fallen in love with, and found yourself pregnant by.

You audibly gasped, receiving a bit of a questioning look from your child. Your heart dropped as a metric ton of emotions hit you all at once, anger, sadness, confusion. Everything you told yourself you needed to repress, had suddenly come back to you all at once.

Even from a distance, you swore you could see his eyes flit from you to Grant, and the next thing you knew, he was approaching your direction. Looking for an easy out, and a distraction from your rather observant child, you quickly caused a misdirection.

“Grant, is that Stacey over on the playground? You should totally go show her that new version of tag that you were telling me about!”

Your son, ever the speedster, booked it towards the playground, and you let out a sigh of relief. Although, the relief didn’t last long, as just moments later, Steve was almost all the way up to you. As you turned to try to escape, you felt a hand on your arm.

“Y/N?” He asked, almost timidly.

You weren’t even sure what to say. In fact, you didn’t feel like you had control of your own body at this point. “Steve? I-“ You ran a hand through your hair and bit the inside of your lip. “You need to go.” The pain that was rushing through you was too much for you to bare, especially considering the man who caused the hurt had suddenly decided to reappear in your life after giving you a world of self doubt and abandonment issues.

Steve seemed hurt by your statement, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand to even look at his face. “Please, Y/N, let me explain,” he begged.

“No, Steve. You don’t get that luxury. You left me for someone else, and I guess you got to live a nice, long life with her. You don’t get to just show back up in my life when you get bored, okay? I can’t afford to play those types of games anymore. Now if you’d let me go-“ You attempted to get to your car, but Steve side stepped you.

“It wasn’t like that. You know it isn’t like that.”

“Just fucking leave! You have no idea what this has all been like for me. You had your opportunity to leave, and you gladly took it. Stay the fuck out of my life, and the hell away from my son.” You grabbed the handle of your car door and got in, reeling as you watched a dejected Steve walk away.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you rested your head against the steering wheel. You were feeling way too many emotions to pinpoint exactly how you felt, but you knew that this couldn’t be good.

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You put a brave face on for your son that day, picking him up from school in a daze, and only half listening to whatever it was that he was telling you.

You felt bad for only being able to nod along to whatever he was saying, and did he just ask you if he could get a dog? Did you just say yes?

You felt like a stranger watching yourself from the outside in. The ghost of the person you’d developed into over the years watching the past version of yourself slip right back into your body, and take over your daily routine through the next few days of your life.

You had an obscene amount of anger that soon dissolved into a deep sadness, and that sadness shorty developed into a morbid curiosity.

You spent an unreasonable, and certainly unhealthy amount of time searching your old lover’s name on tabloid websites and social media, just to see if he’d given a statement on his whereabouts, or a statement about anything at all.

After about day three of your minor internet stalking, you’d had an epiphany while sitting in your office.

You still have Steve’s number saved on your phone.

That was, of course, if it hadn’t changed between now and the years that he’d been off living in the past.

Something about knowing that you were just one text away from him made your heart race with a mixture of nerves and interest. Just one impulsive decision, and you could change the whole trajectory of the rest of your life.

If you got back in contact with Steve, you might not ever be willing to leave him. You refused to make that mistake again.

Until you did.

After reading Grant his nightly bedtime story, then wrapping him tightly in his little bed, you’d decided to treat yourself to a glass of Chardonnay.

It’d been a weird past couple of days. Your time traveling ex had randomly appeared back into your life, your coworkers seemed to get on your nerves a little more every moment you were around them, and Grant had a temper tantrum in the grocery store that afternoon over a chocolate bar, which gained judging stares from customers, and may have made you feel the slightest bit inadequate.

At least that’s what you told yourself as you filled your glass again, because two glasses can’t hurt, and again, since I kinda deserve this extra one, don’t I? The next thing you knew, the bottle was empty, and you were texting Steve for the first time in years.

Y: Is this Steve?

You watched as three white dots hovered on your screen for a moment, disappeared, then came back once again.

S: Is this Y/N?

Y: Yes.

Y: We should tlak

Y: *talk

S: I agree.

Y: So lets

Y: talk

S: I don’t think this is a conversation for texts.

Y: Then call me???????????????????

S: We should talk in person.

Y: Im not gonna do that sober

S: You’re not sober?

Y: do you think id text u sober u big fuckni asshole

S: I guess you’re right

S: So are we gonna talk?

Y: no ur gonna meet me at b cup cafe tomorrow at 10

S: AM or PM?

Y: AM I’m off

S: Are you sure you want to do this?

Y: Say yes before i change my mind

S: I’ll see you there

Y: Bye babydaddy

S: ????

You promptly deleted the messages, tossed your phone somewhere on the sofa, and sunk into the seat. Even in your not-completely-sober state, you already felt the all too familiar sense regret. You dragged the blanket that hung over the top of the sofa over your exhausted body, and closed your eyes, wishing that this was somehow all a dream.

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It was not all just a dream.

You woke up with dried drool on your chin, and a deep pit of bad feelings and regret in your chest. Of course, you ignored the bad feelings and got ready, business as usual. You successfully dropped Grant off at school with little complications, and found yourself perking up a bit more.

Yet, something still felt slightly off. You reached into the passenger seat for your phone, and as you looked down on it, saw the familiar notification of a calendar event.

10:00 AM b cup coff w Steeb

You groaned out loud at this. There was no obligation for you to go meet with him, but perhaps going and talking to Steve would bring you some sort of closure. Maybe then you could move on with your life, get with a nice guy who would mean it when he tells you he won't leave you, who loves Grant like he’s his own biological offspring, and to take care of the both of you through thick and thin.

You gladly daydreamed of this fantasy man while driving to the shop, but you couldn’t help but to see Steve’s face doing all of the aforementioned things. Before you even fell pregnant, that’s what you’d truly wanted with Steve. To be a family. To have your definition of home be with your people, rather than a place.

Entering the coffee shop, you briefly ordered your drink before looking around and find Steve sitting alone in a booth, mindlessly stirring around the liquid in his cup.

Timidly, you approached the booth, before setting your purse down and sitting across from him.

“You... you came?” He looked up to you with almost watery eyes.

“Of course I did,” you tried to hold yourself back from mentioning something about following through on your word. You wanted this to be as civil as possible. To build bridges rather than burn them.

“I just didn’t expect to see you in person again. And, you know, you were running a little late,” he added.

“Well, you try waking a five year old up and getting him ready for school every day,” you expelled a humorless chuckle to deflect from the slight agitation you were feeling.

“While you’re hungover?” Steve asked with a bit of a smirk, trying to lighten up the mood.

“While you’re hungover,” You confirmed, genuinely laughing now. It felt good, natural even. You’d kind of forgotten just how pleasant things used to be with Steve.

“Did you mean it last night?” he interrupted the laughter with a serious look.

“I honestly cannot remember anything I said last night. Elaborate, please?”

“That he’s mine. Your son.” He watched you silently nod, then began to speak again, “Wow, I just didn’t realize… How did that happen?” He looked down into his drink nervously.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to recall the exact details, but when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much...” You trailed off, and looked up as a barista called a butchered version of your name.

You were glad to have an excuse to get up and leave for a moment. Adrenaline was racing through your body, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep your composure before you erupted into tears, or had some sort of angry outburst.

Bringing your cup back to the booth, you sat down and took a sip of the scalding drink, “Where did we leave off?”

“I believe you were giving me the birds and the bees?”

“Right! Well, I think you know the rest. I’ll tell you more about Grant later. Right now, I want to know why you left and suddenly decided to come back.” You genuinely felt proud of your delivery. This was the moment you’d practiced in front of the mirror for years, and you didn’t even butcher it.

Steve shook his head and looked into his drink once again. It was so hard to look at you, let alone make eye contact with you, when he knew that he’d been the one to give you an ocean of grief. Yet, he was somewhat intrigued by hearing that his son’s name was his middle name.

“It’s kind of a long story,” Steve began.

“Good thing we have time,” you crossed your arms as you spoke.

“Well, waking up in a whole new time period isn’t exactly the easiest thing ever. You and me both know I missed it there, and it’s always been more than just nostalgia for me. I truly believed that I belonged back there.”

Of course, you had an idea of this, but hearing Steve confirm what you’d already thought made your insides twist.

“But I was so wrong. More than anything, I guess I was in love with a romanticized version of the past. Of Peggy.”

Hearing her name, especially from Steve, made you bristle. You wanted to interrupt him at this point, but it wouldn’t do you or him any good to become hostile while he explained himself.

“By the time I realized, it was too late. I figured you’d already moved on and found someone else to take care of you, and the world, this world, didn’t really need me anymore. But something possessed me to come back.”

“So you’re telling me that if you stopped being an idiot that just assumes things, we could’ve worked this out before? That you could’ve been an active participant in your son’s life?”

“I guess that’s a good way to interpret that story. I know I haven’t been in his life, but is there any way that I can still meet him?” Steve asked hopefully.

“Yeah, of course. He’s just like,” you sighed a bit to yourself. “He’s like a carbon copy of you. Especially his personality, but like, down to his mannerisms. I always struggled to understand how he could be so much like his dad, and never even had met him. You’ll love him.”

“Even if I didn't like him, I’d still love him.”

“How do you still manage to be such a cheeseball all the damn time? You think you’d be able to make it to dinner tonight?”

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At exactly 6:30 on the dot, your doorbell rang, and before you even had the chance to think about opening it, Grant already was at the door, and opening it. You cringed on the inside, and made a mental note to have another conversation about stranger danger with him.

“Do I know you? Who are you?” you heard your child question from the other room as you set down the last of the plates in your dining room.

“I’m Steve, your mom’s friend... and…” Steve nearly spilled the beans to his son, but didn’t want to cause any more damage than he’d already done. “Her friend.”

“That’s so cool! I have friends too, like Nick, and Stacey, and,” you’d rushed up to the door and wiped your brow, internally hoping that you hadn’t just smudged the makeup you’d put on for the occasion.

“Hi, Steve, come on in,” You beckoned him in, and pulled Grant to the side, quietly scolding him before leading Steve into the dining room. “Grant! This is the last time I’m telling you about opening doors, okay?” He nodded obediently, then followed you and Steve.

“Can I sit next to your friend, Mommy?”

“Is that alright with you, Steve?”

“More than fine.”

Grant sat down next to him, and scooted a bit closer than necessary, while you sat across from the two of them.

“I have to in… enter a gate you now. Because Mommy never brings any over her friends over. I didn’t know she had any friends.”

You blushed a bit at this, at your son’s overdramatic behavior, and his admission that you’d become a bit of a loner.

“Go ahead, pal,” Steve chuckled heartily.

“When did you meet my mom?”

“Before you were even born.”

“Wow! That’s a long time. You’re really old. What’s your favorite dinosaur?”

“I’ve heard T-Rexes are pretty cool.”

“Have you met any?”

You nearly spat out your drink at this. If only your son had known.

“Nope, never. Have you?”

“Hmm, not yet. But they’re my favorite dino too. Now your ‘gating is over.”

You couldn’t help but to burst out into laughter at the bizarre exchange, but you were glad that your son and Steve were getting along so well.

The rest of dinner went pretty similarly, with Grant bantering with Steve, and Steve indulging him. You could tell that the relationship between the two of them was something that came both naturally and easily. You couldn’t help but to grin as Grant began to ramble about how cool Steve was, and how he swore he was better friends with Steve than you were.

“Mommy, isn’t Steve the best? You guys should totally get married so he can have dinner with us every day!” he swooned. “He even kinda looks like me, right?!”

That’s why you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.

“Grant, Steve is… He’s your dad,” you said quietly.

Grant nodded, then slurped up a noodle, “That’s why he’s so cool! He gets it from me, right Mom?”

“That sounds right to me,” You glanced up at Steve, and noticed his surprised expression. You mouthed something along the lines to ‘He’ll process it later,’ and waved a dismissive hand, before going in for another bite of food.

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After putting Grant to bed, You and Steve stood at your kitchen sink, bumping elbows occasionally as the two of you silently worked together to wash and dry dishes.

The domesticity and familiarity of the action brought you an obscene amount of comfort. You remembered how you once believed that this is what your future would look like. Your thoughts were interrupted by Steve beginning to talk.

“Doesn’t this remind you of life after the first snap?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Kind of. You’re not off the hook yet, by the way. You still have plenty of explaining and proving you’ve changed to do.” You set the last cup in the cupboard, then dried your hands off.

“I know, I know,” Steve began.

“We don’t even know if you’re ready for fatherhood. But right now, I kinda don’t care. I really just want you to kiss me.” You reached up to Steve’s cheek, and he pulled you in for a soft and chaste kiss.

You’d never felt more at home.

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me with this fic:

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #angst #captain america x reader #captain america x you #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #request

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delight00universe · 3 years

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So I've heard a theory that Villanelle may have killed hospital kid Gabriel because he was a potential witness that she needed to silence.

Here's why I disagree.

My take is that Villanelle was showing empathy and mercy the best way she knows how, and we have Jodie's micro acting to thank for that.

In these pics you can tell she is really listening to him, and in the second one she gets this sad but penetrating look, like she is really taking the question in and is willing to be genuine with him.

Then she gets a distant, instrospective look, showing she's synching her own experience and emotions with him so she can really empathise and give an honest answer. She gets the same look on her face in 3x02 when Felix tells her about unrequited love and she gives him a genuine "(it's) really shit". Here she looks truly sorry that Gabriel feels the way he feels. She tried to make him see things in a different way earlier when she said "are you sure? Normal is boring" and now she can see it didn't work.

To me, this first pic is when she decides she's going to put him out of his misery, and the third and fourth pics are her bracing herself to do it. She isn't excited about it, there is no thrill. She looks pensive and almost sad.

Then she does it in the least spectacular and in the quickest possible way. It might seem ruthless to the viewers who were not expecting it, but I believe the way she did it was as "unVillanelle" as it gets, just so Gabriel wouldn't see or feel it coming.

Then she tucks him in, which can arguably be as much a way for her to hide her kill and buy her time as a gesture of respect. She does it gently, and the look on her face is soft.

She also looks around to make sure no one saw her, which goes to show that killing Gabriel was not in her own best interest, because it lowers her chances of getting out of the hospital undetected by the police (and the 12). She usually prefers making a swift escape than eliminate passive witnesses, and we know that because she didn't kill Kasia in Vienna, and she didn't kill Greco's grandson.

She also doesn't show her usual morbid fascination in the way she contemplates her kill here, only reflection and curiosity as to how she can turn it into a message for Eve, like a proof of life that only Eve would understand.

In the end what she did for Gabriel only served to add a significant variable to the probability of her escape, and made her have to improvise some more.

#i love that kill #i love Villanelle too #killing eve #villanelle #eve polastri #villaneve #ke season 2 #ke 2x01 #jodie comer #sandra oh #queens of micro acting

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thenakedgingerwrites · 3 years

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Gullible Mike

AN: I’ve had a few prompts on my notepad for years that I haven’t fleshed out and finally got into a creative and horny mood today. Prompt below. I welcome any other authors to take it and run with it to make their own variation on the simple idea. I ended up having the POV be the controller but I think my original prompt idea was that the POV would be controlled. If you use the prompt shoot me a message so I can enjoy your mischievous minds :)

Prompt: “Photo or video gets found of a friend and he has to convince his friend it’s not him by getting naked.”

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The hypnosis show me and some buddies went to a few weeks ago was pretty fun. A few of us had been called up on stage and while it didn’t appear to work on a few invited volunteers, it had certainly worked on Mike.

His instruction was pretty simple: to be incredibly gullible. The hypnotist lady had then gotten him into a number of funny situations by proving just how gullible he was. He had offered a bunch of money to random members of the audience since it was obviously illegal to have more than $2 in your wallet at any time. He talked like a baby to anyone who claimed they were a parent because that was the polite thing to do. And lastly, he had taken off his jeans because the hypnotist thought they were on fire!

The show wasn’t x-rated or anything, so it stopped there, but it was pretty funny to see Mike hopping around on stage in his boxer briefs and polo. The audience’s wolf whistles agreed. Before a heckler’s shout of “I think your underwear’s on fire too!” she had put him back under.

It wasn’t until a few days later that it became apparent to me that Mike was still under this ‘gullible’ command. We had been hanging out just the two of us and watching the Packers v. Steelers game and he was going on and on about how Roethlisberger was going to wipe the field with my team. I jokingly said something like “since you’re clearly in love with him, a good luck kiss might go a long way.”

He somewhat seriously asked me, “you think so?” I figured we were still just razzing each other and so I responded, “Oh for sure. If you plant a big one on the TV when he’s on screen I’m positive that’ll make sure the Steelers win.”

Mike just sat there with a curious face as we continued to watch the game. I thought it was just a weird interaction until the camera zoomed in on Roethlisberger between downs. Mike nearly sprinted to the TV and kissed the image of Ben. “Good luck Ben!” he said, somewhat seductively.

I burst out laughing thinking he was still just trying to be funny. He looked back at me and said, “we’ll see who’s laughing at the end of the game.”

I rolled my eyes and got us another round of beers, but these bizarre actions continued. All through the game anytime Ben was shown on screen, Mike would run up and kiss the TV. Luckily we were at his place so I didn’t care about the lip marks and saliva streaks on the screen but I was flabbergasted. What the fuck was wrong with him?

And then I remembered the hypnotist.

It clicked that Mike was clearly still under the command she had given him. I wasn’t sure what to do about it though. I remembered the bar she had performed at so maybe I could call them to get in contact with her and have her reverse this thing.

Then the Steelers scored and he gloated to me that my team was gonna lose because I didn’t have as much team spirit and loyalty like he did.

“You haven’t kissed Rodgers once and you call yourself a fan? You should be ashamed.”

Really, Mike? That’s how you’re gonna act?

“Well at least I’m not kissing him wrong unlike you. What you’re doing is far more disrespectful. I bet they lose the game since you’re doing it so wrong.”

Mike looked worried, “what do you mean?”

“Everyone knows you don’t fucking kiss the quarterback like it’s your grandma or something. I haven’t seen tongue once this whole game. And your silent ass kiss is probably gonna make him miss every throw from this point on.”

Mike was wide eyed. I wagered that in his warped mind now he thought HE would be responsible if they lost. He looked to the TV in terror. Serendipitously, he actually did botch the pass in the next play. Honestly it was more good defense from the Packers end and less-so a poor throw from Roethlisberger but to Mike, that was the confirmation he needed.

The camera zoomed in on Ben cursing inaudibly and Mike went to work. He was fucking making out with the screen, tongue and all, and moaning a ton. He even ran one of his hands up the screen like he was caressing the dude.

I was filled with mixed emotions. I felt bad that I was taking advantage of the situation, I felt ecstatic because this shit was hilarious and I couldn’t wait to tell the guys, and, scarily, I felt turned on watching him make out with 2D Ben Roethlisberger and moaning louder and louder.

The tent in my gym shorts told me I was feeling the third emotion more than anything else.

We were close to the end of the game and I wasn’t pleased that the Packers had lost but for the first time in my life I didn’t care. The day had made a turn and seeing Mike in this way was a treat I didn’t know I wanted.

He continued to berate me for not caring about the Packers as much as he cared about the Steelers which was an argument I let him win. I was still a bit in a state of shock.

I finished my beer and needed to get home. As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to try something. It was dumb, but at that point I was still thinking with the hard dick in my shorts.

“Alright, Mike, I need to head out.”

“Sounds good Matt. Sorry, I made your team lose. Not!”

I rolled my eyes again, “yeah, well maybe next time I’ll try my own good luck charm.”

He raised his eyes, “What’s that!?”

“Well I’m not going to give you any secrets to let your team keep winning against mine.”

“Ah, fuck you Matt. We’ll win no matter what.”

“Sure, sure. Anyway, should we do the kiss now?”

He looked at me confused and took a step back. “The what now?”

“You know, the goodbye kiss.”

He still looked at me like I was crazy. I started to get nervous but doubled down, hoping it would work.

“When two friends watch a game together, they have to kiss after it’s over to show there’s no hard feelings. Have you honestly never heard of that rule?”

He shook his head, “No I… I guess I haven’t. I’m sorry, Matt.”

“Shit, I hope you haven’t pissed off any of your other friends.”

I could see panic in his eyes as he thought through how many times he had botched this gentleman’s rule before.

“It’s probably fine, Mike,” I assured him. “You didn’t know. I’m sure no harm done.”

“Fuck. I hope so.” He looked up at me, “Well I won’t fuck up from now on, that’s for sure!”

He walked up to me and kissed me.

It was so quick and I was on cloud nine with the realization that it had worked that I just stood there for a second.

He looked at me curiously and asked, “We good?” I blinked away my shock to continue the game, “Is that how you kissed Roethlisberger? I thought we were actually friends, dude.”

“Oh, shit sorry!”

I didn’t even need to coach him on what I wanted. He leaned back in and planted his lips on mine but this time, began to invade my mouth with his tongue. As he did he rubbed my back and began to moan. This time, I kissed back.

My arms also stroked up and down the small of his back and I even risked a single rub down onto his butt. Man, was it hot. If he felt my boner pressing up against his thigh, Mike didn’t say anything.

We kissed hot and heavy like this for a good 30 seconds before he broke away.

“Sorry, Matt. I’ll be sure to give a proper kiss moving forward.”

“Yeah… Yeah.”

I was at a loss for words.

I should leave.

I should.

I didn’t.

I’m not sure why it came to mind but I was running on autopilot at this stage controlled entirely by the dick in my shorts. I wouldn’t identify as gay or really even bi, but I had been curious for a bit what it would be like to be with another guy. Mostly like a morbid curiosity or something, but now that there was a real opportunity on the table, with someone I trusted and who was pretty freaking hot, I couldn’t resist the temptation to get it out of my system.

“Oh fuck, dude.”

I looked down at my phone as I exclaimed that.

Mike looked at me, “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“I think your ex leaked dick pics of you.”

“What?!” Mike shouted and ran over to my phone to try and get a look.

I hid my phone from him quickly and covered myself by saying “wait, Mike. You don’t want to look at these in case it’s not actually your dick. That would make you gay if you did.”

He quickly backed off, “I’m not gay!”

“Right, right. Me either. But I didn’t have a choice, I had to look at them but you don’t have to.”

“Okay, yeah. How the fuck would she have done that though? I don’t remember her even taking them!”

“I’m not sure, Mike,” I said. “Maybe she took them when you weren’t paying attention.”

“Fuck, are you sure it’s me?” he asked nervously.

Gotcha.

“Well, I’m not sure. The only way I could know for sure would be to see your dick to compare.”

Mike looked confused, “Well that would be pretty gay dude. I don’t want you looking at my junk and I’m sure you don’t either.”

“Well of course not, but chances are I’m already looking at it right now. But I’m willing to do this as a friend, and that wouldn’t be gay. And if it’s not actually your dick then you don’t have to worry. If it is, we should report them and try and get them taken down.”

“Fuck. Fuck! I don’t want dick pics of me out there on the internet!”

“I know! Think about if your work found them, or your family! That would be so embarrassing!”

“Shit shit shit.” Mike was freaking out. “Okay… Okay, are you sure you don’t mind helping me out?”

“As a friend, I have to do everything in my power to confirm whether these pics are of you or not.”

“You’re such a good friend, Matt. I’m sorry you’re in this position though.”

Oh, no worries.

Mike hesitantly started to undo the button on his cargo shorts. He didn’t strip in any sort of sexy way but a second later his cargo shorts hit the ground. I was staring at a similar image as last week: Mike standing there with nothing but a shirt and underwear. This time though, his hands were reaching for the waistband.

“I’m sorry,” he said to me one more time.

I went to say ‘no problem’ but got caught off by the shucking of his boxer briefs. As he stood back up I finally got to see it. The whole package.

Mike clearly didn’t manscape much and honestly neither did I, but that didn’t hide what he was packing. His soft cock was cut like my own and pretty thick. I knew not to judge a guy based on his softie but wagered he was large. And as a double bonus the balls below, while tight to his body, looked pretty big too.

I stared.

“Well?” Mike asked me cautiously with his palms extended, miming ‘what do you think?’

“I… I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?” he asked me.

“Well, Mike, this is awkward… but the photos here are of a hard dick. It’s difficult to know for sure if this is you or not comparing the two.”

“Fuck man! What are we gonna do?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied.

I wanted him to come up with the solution. Somehow that made me feel less like a terrible person and friend.

“I hate to ask…” he started. “But, would you be willing to look at my stuff if I went and got a boner?”

“Man, Mike… I mean. Like I said, as a friend I basically have to. It’s my duty, as everyone knows. So yeah, I’ll compare your boner to the pictures.”

He sighed in relief. “You’re the best, Matt.”

He looked around, “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get it up though given the situation…”

Time to test this hypnosis. I planted a seed. “Well, I heard that in this situation I’m supposed to be the one to get you hard.”

“What? Where did you hear that?”

“Greg, my buddy from work, told me a year or so ago. This same thing had happened to a friend of his.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah,” I said. “And I asked him if that was gay or anything.”

“That’s what I was wondering too.”

Mike was falling perfectly into my made up scenario. “Yeah, but Greg assured me that it isn’t. Literally anything I have to do to make sure you’re good isn’t gay. It’s just being a good friend. But he told me that his friend couldn’t get himself hard because boners look different when you get it up versus when someone else does.”

“Really, I’ve never noticed before.”

“Me either, but I guess that’s because I don’t really notice dicks, you know?”

He nodded his head eagerly. “Right, right.”

“So, I guess, I’ll have to get you hard. That’s like the only way I’ll be able to tell for sure.”

“Damn. I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Honestly, don’t worry about apologizing. I’m just happy I can hopeful help to confirm you have nothing to worry about with these photos.”

“Thanks man!”

He looked around the room a bit awkwardly. “Should we uh.. Sit down or something?”

I pointed to the couch. “Yeah, why don’t you sit there.”

He did as instructed and spread his legs out. He hadn’t bothered to cover up at all this whole time and as he sat down and reclined a bit, his soft dick fell to one side of his thighs.

I timidly knelt down in front of him. He watched me. Now just inches from me was the first dick I had really ever seen up close besides my own. Gym showers don’t really count. This was entirely different.

I reached my hand out. I was no longer nervous that I would get caught or something because it was clear I could do anything with Gullible Mike at this point. I was just nervous about how much I was going to like this.

My fingers touched flesh. The soft skin of Mike’s cock was warm and spongey. I sort of just played with it in my finger tips for a few moments before palming it. As I started my slow strokes to bring Mike Jr. to life, I looked up at Mike Sr.

He was watching but was clearly embarrassed. He was blushing profusely. I probably could have spared him with some command, but I decided against it. It was fun to watch him squirm a bit.

He slowly began to inflate and as he did I took note of his balls with my other hand. They were indeed large. Larger than mine at least. Mike clearly didn’t shave them but there wasn’t much hair. Mostly up near where they met his body. I lightly massaged them, earning me the first moan from Mike.

He had leaned his head back, no longer watching the action. Perhaps he was imagining some girl doing this to him. Perhaps he was just enjoying the experience as much as I was.

My hand was now grasping onto firm meat. His cock was at full mast. Finally I had him beat somewhere. His dick was probably only about 6 inches hard, maybe a little smaller actually. However, he still had me beat in girth. I continued to stroke him for a bit when Mike finally spoke up.

“I think I’m fully hard now. Can you tell if the pics are of my dick or not?”

I pulled out my phone, letting his dick fall back onto his belly with an audible ‘smack.’ I pretended to compare the imaginary pics up against his dick.

“Hm, mind if I take some photos of the same angle so I can compare them side by side?”

“Umm…” he bit his lip.

“I’ll delete them obviously.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, that’s fine.”

I took a myriad of photos for my own personal entertainment. Some close up, some showing all of Mike including his face which was still flushed. I even took a secret video of me holding his dick upright and stroking it a bit.

“So, I’m feeling more confident that it may not be your dick.”

“Oh thank god!”

“But, there’s a few things that are still off.”

Mike was worried again, “like what?”

“Well… the photos of the dick are kind of… wet.”

“Wet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Like, your ex had just given you a blowjob or something.”

“Fuck. Is there that much of a difference with a bit of saliva on it?”

“Surprisingly yeah. It’s hard for me to know for sure. Unless…”

“Unless you…?” He asked.

I feigned hesitation. “I think I have to blow you.”

“Matt, no, that’s too much. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Mike, you don’t have to. You’re one of my best friends.”

“Seriously, Matt. I’d rather just have my dick pics leaked. I would feel so bad asking you to do that for me.”

“No, I’ve made up my mind. This is for you, Mike!”

Without letting him try and talk me out of it, I brought his dick to my mouth.

“Oh fuck! Mmmm” Mike no longer protested.

Being the first blowjob I’d ever given, I didn’t get much in at first. Maybe two inches of his thick cock. But as I continued to bob on it, I got past the halfway point.

Mike’s dick tasted great. There was a fleshy, salty taste that I’d expect from skin like when I’ve licked my fingers in the past after getting food on them or something. But there was also an extra flavor that I realized must be his pre.

In under a minute, Mike was moaning loudly. He even placed a hand on the back of my head. Not forcing me down his dick or anything, but he kindly rubbed and played with my hair as I sucked him.

I hate to admit it, but I loved it. I don’t think I could say I wasn’t bi anymore.

I continued to nearly gag on his thick tool when he interrupted me to say, “Matt, I think you should stop. If you go any further I might fucking cum.”

I stopped to look up at him and deliver my last line, “I didn’t want to mention this, but the pics also had a video of the dick cumming. I think that’s the only way I’ll know for sure.”

“Matt…”

Mike was fully flushed both from the seemingly great blowjob I had been giving but also the idea that he was asking his friend to make him cum. He was so embarrassed.

“You don’t have to ask me, Mike. I want to. You’d make me into a bad friend if you didn’t let me.”

“Well, you are a great friend.”

“So it’s settled.”

I went back to work.

“Fuck, Matt…”

It honestly didn’t take long. I hadn’t gotten to the point where I could take his whole dick in my throat; I’m not sure how gay guys do it. But I got probably 4 or 5 inches down when I felt his ball sac start to tighten up.

“Matt, I’m gonna cum.”

I wanted to taste it but I also got a little gun shy and scared. This was maybe too much for my first gay experience. I released his dick from my mouth and began to stroke him instead. Eight strokes later, his thighs flexed and he grunted.

Mike wasn’t a shooter like myself but fuck did he cum a lot. The first spurt actually shot out a couple inches onto his abs. The next four were just gushes that flowed out and down his dick onto my hand but it was a ton. Then he dribbled more and more for a minute or so as I continued to stroke his slowly deflating cock.

“Wow, Mike. That’s a lot of cum.”

“Haha, thanks. I feel terrible for putting you through this though. I’m a fucking asshole.”

“No you’re not! And, now that I’ve seen you cum, I’m positive these dick pics aren’t of you.”

“Really?!”

He shot up in excitement which caused his semi-hard dick, covered in cum, hit me the face. I fell back in shock and he quickly knelt down to make sure I was okay.

“Shit, sorry Matt! Oh fuck, I got my cum on your face.”

I could feel the warm liquid on my cheek and bit on my mouth.

“Well you know what they say,” I said with a laugh.

“What?”

“You know, ‘if you get cum on a guy’s face, you have to clean it off with your tongue.’”

“Shit, I had no idea. Matt you seem to know so much.”

“Oh I do. I’ll be sure to keep teaching you.”

We shared a laugh before he leaned in.

#hypnosis #aware #tricked

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terubakudan · 2 years

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Hi.

I'm alive. xD

How's everyone been? I hope that you guys have been doing ok~

Hoo boy...xD

Life has been...interesting for me I guess.

So for the obligatory life update from moi who while very introverted does love to talk:

My absence since September or so (?) of course is due to work, and let me tell you, boy xD WORK. xD I totally underestimated the stress that comes from it, although it is my first ever job so I'm still very much green on a lot of things, but the job that I do is to say...here in Taiwan we use the term " 爆肝" (bào gān), literally meaning "explode liver" xD Wow that actually sounds so morbid in English xD But it is used to say that something is so extremely tiring (that you have to sacrifice your liver for it), and boy it really is.

The company that I work for is known for having a lot of people come and go, and as of recently one of my colleagues will be leaving too on Monday. Ahh...it's that kind of job where I do admit while it does pay well, the things you give in exchange are a lot: your time, your health, your sleep, your sanity, etc. Honestly, there have been times where I seriously just wanted to resign too, but more on that later ^^" Maybe some of you guys have heard how rigid the education system here is in Taiwan, like kids literally have zero time to develop hobbies or make friends and that, well the work culture is like that but up to eleven. xD

Hm, now that I think about it, my profile pic still applies today hahaha

The work is already something that is super stressful, and don't get me wrong, but while most of my colleagues are nice, and I know I shouldn't be expecting so much out of people but I do have to say that social norms (?) here in Taiwan still confuse me today or I sometimes really just can't "get used to it" as they say. Take for example my colleague who's leaving on Monday, she treated our group to drinks (don't get the wrong idea, not alcohol xD but this!)

And I don't know how it is in other countries, but I believe that it's usually the boss who treats the person who is leaving? ^^" Mom calls it "despedida" or coworkers would even throw a farewell party for the one who is leaving. And the people here can be so, so passive and socially inept. And I thought I was socially inept. I'm not saying that I'm a social butterfly, but I really think that there are some aspects of Taiwanese culture which tbh really suck. Hear me out, maybe it's the company culture, but I've been in Taiwan for at least 6+years, and after a lot of observing and personal experience, Taiwanese can be quite lacking in the social department. ^^" When they're nice, they are truly very nice and very willing to help, but it's like, as I said "passive", and there are some aspects that are normal here but I believe most people would find downright rude or ridiculous. Like my colleague who treated us to drinks, and mind you I was the only one who volunteered to help her carry it up. And the people didn't even bother getting it themselves, we literally had to give those to them.

It's something unfortunately...very Asian. xD You know, to be subservient, and that. But I still think that the person who has the obligation to treat should be the boss. A boss has a lot of responsibilities, but in the end you're a leader, you're supposed to look after your staff.

Even someone at Mom's company left recently, and mind you guys, he was there for more than 25 years and didn't even get a fucking plaque. Sorry language xD. The boss was cold to him, maybe they didn't get along on the best of terms but Mom's coworker was someone who contributed a lot to keeping that company afloat, that guy deserved more and at least something to recognize him by. Whereas while my colleague was here for just 3 years, I feel that our other coworkers should have at least been more I don't know..."feeling"? xD Especially the ones who have known her for those 3 years.

We don't even take our masks off for the farewell pictures...QAQ like wth, I know Covid and that, but surely taking it off temporarily for something that you will keep as a memory is not asking too much? It's like, going to finally see your favorite band live and not taking a single photo of Kyo in the flesh that you can keep forever. Ok I know how strict Japanese are when it comes to photos and recording but c'mon guys..the chance that you get to see them live is something that may only come once.

*sigh* Anyway, aside from us staff being expected to be subservient and that, I've had people be rude to me too for the most stupid of reasons. If there is something that I'm super grateful for growing up in the Philippines is that I'm a much more flexible person, and I'm much more in touch with my feelings xD The people here are too bookish (not in the good way) and really, really, really don't know how to think out of the box, as Dad always told me, there really is no one right way to do things. And because they're so rigid, they often disrespect other people's opinions, and or think their's is the only way to go. I mean that even when you do make a objective or reasonable point, they would just "Ok anyway as I was saying-" They seriously don't know how to respect other's peoples' knowledge on things.

Also, Taiwanese humor is just not funny. xD It's to say...childish. xD And their concept of other cultures can be simply cringe...

I did get my friend to watch Mean Girls, and I had to explain that when Tina Fey addressed the students as "bitches" it wasn't supposed to be an insult, and she still couldn't get it xD. The people here even think that Halloween is still all about ghouls and that when in reality:

Mom even has a good rapport with a customer because Mom has always been very good at making jokes and despite never being to the US I daresay knows even more about American culture than Americans who actually live there xD No, really. You would not want to go against my Mom in Jeopardy!. xD

One of my other colleagues who studied in the US did ask me too if I thought Taiwan was very insular, I wanted to be honest but at work unfortunately you can't be 100% honest QQ Though looking back, I think he would have agreed with what I thought since he did get to experience life in another culture for a while.

Sorry for the rant guys but ah xD Taiwan is a lovely country but there are some aspects which really could be better.

Ok, so...if I dislike my job so much why don't I just quit xD Well...in other news our family has finally been able to buy a house!! It's an old one but it's spacious and the interior design was done with taste. So yeah, I have a housing loan, and unfortunately for the time being that requires me to stay at my job for a while xD Tbh I'm not going to stay forever because it's really too much work, it seeps into your weekends and guys, I still want to have a life. xD And in the end, it's going to give experience which is invaluable and something that I don't have to return to them.

Okok enough about work ah-

You guys have no idea how much I've missed being here and just being part of fandoms and all that QQ Dear me whenever I do get those rare real breaks (without having to stare at my work laptop for 10+hours) and I've dealt with chores and stuff, seeing things that I love and even getting into new things just gives such an UwU feeling xD

Like Dir is coming out with a new album PHALARIS and Kyo and Yukihiro from L'arc formed Petit Brabanchon..I hope I'm spelling that right xD And I've been listening to more music, still mainly of the Japanese band kind, but guys Japanese music (anime ops included) is just so darn good. When the Gazette came out with their 20th anniversary photo, I died xD

The double H stitches!! QQ Black lipstick, suits, just *chef's kiss*

And I've been meaning to watch Demon Slayer for a while now, I think that I'm really going to like it and Ufotable's animation is really something else. And I've had "Gurenge" and "Zankyou Sanka" stuck in my head for ages xD I haven't even watched it yet and Sanemi is already my husbando xD And SaneGiyuu my OTP <3

I'm honestly surprised that I still got a lot of notes from you guys, even though I don't really contribute much of personally created content to the fandom, still, thank you :) I'm pretty sure I have a lot of messages to get back to and people to get back to ^^" and while I can't promise I will reply to each and every one, do now that I do read whatever messages and notes I receive, again thanks!!

This weekend is one of those rare breaks where I finally have the energy to go on Tumblr again xD I miss the fangirling, I miss the fanart, even the memes xD The good news is hopefully I'll have more time to be on here because work has more or less come to its off season, though I still have a tax report to submit ha-but something I can work at my own pace. Let's just say I work in auditing, and you guys should really see a movie called "Stranger than Fiction", still so underrated. I remember watching it the first time and crying xD I have re-watched it several times and even most recently again, and it's still one of my absolute favorite movies.

Well, that's it from me for now, going to get some much needed shuteye, never have I appreciated sleep so much before xD Thanks for reading. :)

#personal stuff #long update under the cut!

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starxscream · 3 years

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1, 7, 10 for OCs!

1. Oldest OC

Scratches chin. Hm. Well there's a difference between Oldest OC still in use and Oldest OC in General

Tho actually wait I forgot I brought back Ven who fulfills both of these so NVM LOL it's Ven. Yea.

I made him like. a decade ago LMAO he used to be cis and straight and now I trans'd his gender like HE DESERVED. Lmao he's where my love for GNC men stemmed from as a kid esp the bastard kind bc that's what he is <3 little smartass.

He's a furret originally and in this pic but I'll likely be giving him a redesign to use him in Mirakae as well! His pkmn vers is just in a cool RP group I'm in w/some pals GKHNGKH

He's very sentimental to me bc he's what got me into character creation and world-building even if I didn't do anything w/his original world bc I just didn't have the tools or experience to do it back then. The og fav <3

As a fun fact! My first name I picked for myself was based on his! Tho a more "feminine" version bc I was still convinced I wasn't trans- I wanted HIS name but I was like "but I'm a girl..." so... I called it an online name but let's be honest that was baby's first transgender egg moment lol

Kind of ironic the name I use the most NOW is one letter away from his, I think it's kinda a full circle moment :) It makes me happy haha esp now that I have the capabilities and knowledge so that I can portray Ven how I want him to be and how he was always meant to be, similar to my own gender presentation.

7. Do you ship your OCs w/someone else's?

LMAO YEA IF U COULDN'T GUESS BY THE AMOUNT OF SHIP ART THAT GETS DRAWN OF THEM- but yea I mostly ship with my boyfriend! 9/10 if you point out an OC they're shipped w/one of his

There's a few outliers like Ciro, my RP group characters, the MLP ocs I post, and Opal/Saffron BUT FOR THE MOST PART I usually ship with him! We have a lot of fun with it :]

10. Villain OCs?

Oh boy we got PLENTY 'a those. But it really depends on what you'd call a "villain" bc I tend to redeem most of my antagonists and "villains" bc I'm a sucker for Tropes. GKHNGKHNGH BUT AS FOR LIKE. PURE IRREDEEMABLE VILLAIN I DO HAVE SOME. Actor is there but I talked abt Actor already

SO INSTEAD WE HAVE...

Jam and Kazi! I have so many cat ocs. I know. You get used to it.

Jam is a back-alley doctor who presents herself has a helpful sort and willing to do shit usually for free/cheap as long as you agree to her terms. Tho like, 90% of the time she's testing smth experimental she created and most likely ur gonna walk away worse than when u came in. She doesn't rly have any remorse for this cuz she's obsessed with the studies of medicine- she wants to create the perfect medicine and is willing to do anything to reach that goal !

Plus she's kind of an ass and does things on a whim and literally broke up with her bf who treated her SO WELL bc she was bored of him. she was only with him for an extended period bc he was interesting and she was essentially studying him but once that was exhausted she just dipped. He deserves better </3

Aaaand then there's Kazi.

Kazi is. Well he sure is. GKHNGKHKGNHG

I won't go in depth into what he does but he's a serial killer who masks as a famous artist who travels around. I'm not gonna get into it but if you've played "The Evil Within" his M/O is eerily similar to Stefano LOL So you can Imagine how fucked up this guy is.

Very Morbid but a very good artist. In both respects. Tho one takes a "certain kind" to appreciate and sure isn't the majority. Do not condone murder here but making villains is fun GKNHGKHGH my whole thing with him is like, the person next to u could b a killer and you'd never know bc he presents himself in such a way that's very misleading! He's actually quite soft-spoken, kind, and generous but. Well.

I'm not gonna get into him cuz his mentality is very warped and could b triggering but yea. He's one of my favorites I'm sorry I'm s

(Art by Rob but design is sexily done by me ages ago)

#asks and answers #jellyloveru #THANK U FOR ASKING #got to talk abt some FUN OCS HERE #i like rambling. in case u cant tell

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suga-kookiemonster · 5 years

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satisfy 03

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 10k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ sexual content, bottom taehyung (i know, i’m surprised too lmao), foot fetish!! 🤪, dry humping, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, cumplay, cum eating, biting, marking, improper usage of tights, overstimulation, uhhhhh...tae has a big c*ck but u knew that already because you’re reading a kimline fic, amirite 😏

a/n⇢ first and foremost i would like to thank the cursed babies for supporting me through my weird ideas and listening to me ramble about said weird ideas 😘 i love u very much but pls stop sending me feet pics, for the love of god 😩 anyways, LEGGOOOOO. mood for this chapter is this!

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“_____,” Jimin said loudly, making you rip your eyes from where they had been staring unseeingly at the pages of your notebook. He sent you a soft smile, the slight scrunch between his eyebrows clueing you in to the fact that this had not been his first attempt at gaining your attention. “I wanted to see your notes for chapter 4?”

Embarrassed, you turned to the appropriate page and slid your notebook over to him, avoiding his curious eyes.

“I thought I’d lost you for a second,” Jimin continued, tone light. “Where’d you go?”

Back beneath Kim Seokjin’s tongue. You could still feel him, hot and eager. Slippery. Laving against your neck, your breast, your cunt. Could feel the ghost of his strong hands sinking into the flesh of your hips.

“N-Nowhere,” you replied a tad too quickly, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I just zoned out a bit, I guess.”

“You guess?” Jimin laughed. But thankfully, he let it go, focus now on your provided notes.

It had been two days since you had had sex with future CEO of the world, Kim Seokjin—two days, and you were still thinking about it. Still in a sort of disbelief that it had happened, that you had actually gone through with it. You. And in disbelief that you had actually enjoyed it.

You weren’t exactly sure what you had been expecting when you had agreed to this arrangement, but for some reason, you hadn’t factored in the possibility of you liking it. Which, in hindsight, was stupid, because you liked sex. You just hadn’t been sure you’d be into having sex with strangers for money—but apparently this stranger made sure you felt right at home. Sleeping with Seokjin was definitely a learning experience, and you were grateful for it—as comfortable as he made you, he also made sure to remind you exactly what your arrangement was. For a moment, you had somehow lost sight of the bigger picture, but Seokjin was a leader for a reason. He was focused. So as embarrassed as you had initially been, reflecting on it later made you realize you were grateful that he had been the one to break you in, to nip any ridiculous misconceptions in the bud.

This wasn’t about feelings, for them or for you. This was your job. You were providing them a service, and they were providing money for that service. And that was it.

That didn’t mean you could turn your brain off, though. It was hard to forget about such a toe-curling experience, even when you were in Jimin’s apartment, catching up on some assigned reading. Your hope was that once you had slept with each of them enough—once it was no longer new and you had learned what to expect—you would be broken of your newfound fixation.

Each of them…

Your mind drifted to Namjoon, to Taehyung. What would that be like? you wondered. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what sex with Taehyung would be like before, but that had been more due to morbid curiosity than anything else. Tae was such a spontaneous person, a little off-the-wall. What did he like? And his brother Namjoon?

“Hello?”

You jumped, knocked out of your spiraling thoughts a second time as Jimin gave you a weird look.

“Earth to _____!” He waved his hand in front of your face, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine!” you assured him, flustered and embarrassed, reaching for your backpack and starting to collect your materials. “Just a space cadet today, apparently. So I think I should just call it for tonight.”

“We could just take a break,” he offered, a hand resting on your wrist to pause your hurried exit. “I was gonna order us a pizza anyway.”

You hesitated, fingers curling around your phone as you thought. That did sound good. It was almost dinner time, and maybe you would be able to concentrate better with a little food in your stomach—you had been over Jimin’s for a couple hours already, and you had accomplished absolutely nothing. The hopeful look in his eyes was what swayed you, starting to lower back into your seat. Your phone buzzed, and you looked down at the notification on your screen distractedly.

Unknown [5:30] Hey, _____. It’s Namjoon

Every muscle in your body locked up, adrenaline immediately rushing through you.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered, hurriedly zipping up your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. “I really have to go, Jimin. I forgot that there was this thing I have to do and—”

“_____,” he said simply, interrupting your rambling. Your mouth clanked shut, and he handed you your forgotten notebook with a small smile. “It’s okay. Just means more pizza for me.”

God, what did you do to deserve him? Always so understanding. Always with your best interests at heart. The perfect man, and you were leaving him to go make plans to fuck another.

You swallowed, pushing that thought out of your head before it festered and made everything fall apart. “I’ll text you later, okay?” you said softly.

“Sounds good,” he agreed, his gentle smile crinkling his eyes at the corners. Fuck. “Here, let me walk you out.”

And he did, all the way to the bus stop.

You spent the short bus ride home debating whether you should unlock your phone. You were dying to know what Namjoon had to say, but you also felt extremely paranoid, as if everyone else on the bus would know immediately that you were partaking in illegal, salacious activity if you so much as checked your messages. So you sat there, antsily drumming your fingers against your thigh until it was finally your stop and you were able to hurry down the steps and the couple blocks to your apartment building. As soon as you were safely in your apartment, door locked, your backpack was tossed uncaringly to the side and your fingers were already unlocking your phone.

Unknown [5:30] Hey, _____. It’s Namjoon

Unknown [5:30] I hope you had a good week. I was wondering if you would happen to be free tomorrow afternoon? If not, I totally get it, I know this is a bit last minute

You were planning on doing a bit of grocery shopping then, but that could be done later in the week, if necessary. You sent back a quick reply.

[6:07] Hi! Yes, I can be free tomorrow—where did you want to meet?

When you showed up to the park the next day, you almost didn’t recognize Kim Namjoon, even though he was waiting for you exactly where he told you he would be. The tall man next to the fountain was wearing a beanie over his light hair, an oversized tshirt, and khaki shorts. Nothing at all like the sharply-dressed man you had met previously—did Kim Namjoon even own a pair of shorts?

Apparently so, because when the man by the fountain turned at your approach, he revealed himself to be your date. He wasn’t wearing glasses this time, giving you a clear view of his kind eyes.

“Hey,” he greeted, cheeks dimpling as he smiled at you. Yup. Definitely him. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Of course,” you answered, giving him a small smile in return. Trying not to let your nervousness show. “Did you think I wouldn’t? We kinda...you know.”

“Ah, well.” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck at your indirect mentioning of the contract, eyes skirting away in embarrassment. He let out an awkward chuckle. “I just wasn’t sure if you would be free today, is all.”

Interesting—it appeared you were not the only one nervous today.

Despite your Seokjin encounter going well, his brothers were completely different people, so you were understandably jittery now that you were meeting Namjoon. You had no idea what to expect—or what would he expected of you—so you were back at square one, wondering why he had invited you to the city park.

Oh god, was he an exhibitionist? Was that on that long list Tae had given you and you had missed it?

Despite your spiraling thoughts, noticing the way Namjoon was shuffling a bit from foot to foot was certainly making you a bit more at ease. You were both nervous, so maybe this wouldn’t be too mortifying. You could fumble your way through it together.

“So.” You swallowed. “What’s the game plan?”

“Do you like ice cream?” Namjoon asked a bit hesitantly. “I thought we could get some ice cream.”

What.

“Yeah,” you replied, just as hesitant. “Yeah, I love ice cream.”

The blond man smiled again, visibly relieved. “That’s great! There’s this cart around the corner that I like going to whenever I can. Not many people know about it.”

“Really?” you asked, falling in step with him as he started to lead you away.

He looked down at you slyly. “People don’t expect great ice cream from a cart vendor in the park—they expect it from that fancy place downtown. They’ll buy it if they happen to already be in the park, but they won’t come to the park specifically for ice cream.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But you do?”

He was rubbing the back of his neck again. “Sometimes,” he replied with a shrug. “I actually come here a lot—it helps me clear my head after a rough day. I bought the ice cream once and haven’t looked back. Sometimes I come here just for that, but usually I’ll sit down and enjoy it.”

“A hidden gem,” you teased.

“It is,” he insisted. “There’s hardly ever a line, it’s cheap, and it’s much better than that fancy nonsense down the street. I don’t tell just anybody about this place, you know. People always figure out how to ruin a good thing.”

“Really,” you laughed, amused that he seemed so passionate about the injustice of overpriced ice cream. As a man who could probably buy the bougie ice cream shop fifty times over, you found it endearing that he still seemed to understand the relative worth of things. “Well, thank you so much for considering me worthy enough to share this gem with. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

His lips twitched, amused. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

The ice cream cart was just that—a cart, manned by an older woman whose eyes lit up in recognition when the two of you approached.

“Ah, my favorite customer! How are you doing today, Namjoon?”

“I’m doing okay, Rosa. How are you?”

“Can’t complain.” Her eyes settled on you, drifting back to Namjoon slyly. “I see you brought your girlfriend today!”

The two of you froze, looking at each other.

You truly weren’t sure what to do—did he want you to confirm it? Or was it better to deny it? What exactly were you supposed to be to the Kims on paper?

In the end, Namjoon gave an embarrassed chuckle that Rosa seemed to accept, smirking to herself as she flipped open the freezer door and grabbed her scooper. “The usual?” she asked, choosing not embarrass you further.

Namjoon cleared his throat. “For me, definitely. _____, please get whatever you want.”

“What’s the usual?” you asked curiously, watching her scoop creamy ice cream with dark purple streaks into a cup.

“Brambleberry crunch,” he informed you.

You leaned closer to him, hoping not to catch Rosa’s attention, and Namjoon instinctively leaned down to hear you. “What’s a brambleberry?” you whispered out the side of your mouth.

“I have no idea,” he whispered back. “But it’s good.”

“Then I’ll try that too.”

He was right—it was delicious, some of the best ice cream you had had in your life, and Namjoon’s cheeks dimpled again when you told him so. After he paid, the two of you bid Rosa goodbye and continued your walk down the path, no particular destination in mind.

“You weren’t kidding about being a frequent customer,” you prompted, dipping your spoon back into your cup. “She seemed to know you pretty well.”

“She knows Namjoon the Frequent Customer,” he corrected you. “I don’t think she really knows who I am. Most people don’t.”

“Oh…”

The blond man let out a bark of laughter at the expression on your face. “Why do you look so sad?”

You didn’t know exactly. The idea of no one truly knowing him struck something inside you, as unbothered as he seemed to be by the statement. Hopefully he could at least find that complete acceptance with his family. With his brothers.

Maybe…maybe he could find it with you.

“Hey.” Namjoon gently tapped his elbow against your side, dragging you out of your thoughts. “I promise it doesn’t bother me. I find it freeing, honestly. I’m just enjoying it while it lasts.”

You took another bite of ice cream, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“This time next year I won’t be able to be as incognito,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Kim Jihyun’s sons becoming the new CEO and CFO is going to cause a lot of press, at least at first.”

“CFO?” you repeated, surprised. Well, surprised was the wrong word, because you had known from the moment you met him that Namjoon was very intelligent. You had no doubt that he could excel at the role—you just hadn’t gotten the sense that he would want to take on such a crucial position at Kim Industries.

No one really knew him, indeed.

“Jin-hyung is taking over our father’s company, but I’m going to be right beside him. It won’t be long before everyone knows my face and starts treating me differently. And honestly, whether different is better or worse, it doesn’t matter.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m going to miss neutral.”

You were making a sad face again. You could tell, because Namjoon kept shooting you reassuring smiles in between his awkward bites of ice cream, unsure of what to say after that. You had to pull yourself together—Seokjin had already told you not to pity him, and clearly Namjoon felt the same way.

Still, if Namjoon wanted neutral…

Whatever that meant, you were going to do your best to give him that.

The two of you slowly meandered down paths, eating your ice cream and chatting about why you wanted to get into law, the type of music you both liked, and if geese were truly vindictive creatures or simply nature’s assholes.

You talked until the sun neared the horizon, and Namjoon, flustered that he had taken so much of your time, thanked you for your company and paid for your cab home.

Taehyung [11:36] Hey, wya

You frowned at the message, wondering why it mattered. Taehyung rarely texted you directly, instead mostly reaching you through Jimin.

There was only one thing this could be about.

Woo, boy.

[11:47] At the courthouse—we just broke for lunch

[11:47] Why?

Taehyung [11:48] Can I meet you?

One after the other—it was as if the other two had just been waiting for Seokjin to break the ice, your phone now destined to blow up with never-ending booty calls. You had agreed to it, but it didn’t make the experience any less bizarre.

Still, Taehyung’s timing was shitty.

[11:48] Tae, can we reschedule? I have less than an hour before I need to be back

Taehyung [11:48] Don’t worry, I’ll be quick! I’ll even buy your lunch 👀👀

Taehyung [11:49] Wanna meet at that deli on Third?

[11:49] ...if you’re quick

Tae was already sitting at one of the corner tables when you arrived, menu in hand as he perused his options through his giant sunglasses. Today was apparently one of the days he felt like putting effort into his appearance—the almost-certainly expensive sunglasses paired with a white tshirt and a jean jacket that matched the dark denim of his pants. Jean on jean...of course he fucking would, and of course he could pull the look off. Meanwhile, you know you looked like a flustered mess, wisps of hair escaping your previously-tidy bun, disturbed in your haste to make it to the restaurant in your sensible heels.

But Taehyung always looked better than you no matter what you wore, so honestly? What else was new.

He seemed to hear you approach, turning to look at you when you were a few feet from his table.

“Hey,” you greeted, slightly out of breath.

He took a few moments too long to answer you, staring at you from behind his dark lenses, and it made you scoff defensively as you sat across from him. “I know I’m kind of a mess, okay? I’ve had a really busy day.” The brisk walk over in your nylons was even making your legs start to sweat a little. Gross. “Now what did you need to talk to me about?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “I think we should order first.”

You looked at him suspiciously, but picked up your menu and glanced it over anyway. Was he trying to make sure you wouldn’t be able to get up and leave? What the fuck did he have to say?

The waitress came over before you had enough time to go over all the lunch options, but it didn’t matter much. You were on a time crunch and so hungry you could have eaten anything at that point, so you quickly ordered one of the popular sandwiches and fixed your companion with a wary stare.

Tae ignored you, taking his time. “I’ll have the same,” he told the waitress with a smile. “But could I have chips instead of fries?”

“Of course,” she replied, batting her eyelashes.

You raised an eyebrow at her as she wrote his order down and walked away, swaying her hips as she went. Wow, sis was bold bold—she was really just gonna flirt right in front of you! You and Tae weren’t dating, but she didn’t know that. The audacity.

“Okay, we ordered,” you pointed out to your friend, tapping your fingers on the tabletop. “That’s enough stalling. What’s up?”

Taehyung casually took off his sunglasses, setting them beside his water. “Straight to the point, huh?”

“I have to be back in less than an hour,” you reminded him with a shrug. “Your time is slipping away, buddy. So go ahead and hit me.”

He sucked on his teeth, eyes drifting towards the ceiling as he gathered his thoughts. “Now that we’re going to be seeing more of each other, I feel like you should know that my tastes are a bit…unorthodox,” he admitted finally, voice lowered to thwart any nosy eavesdroppers. “Normally, I would try to ease you into it, but since we have an arrangement…”

So your gut was right—this was about…that.

“Oh no, you’re absolutely right, give it to me straight. You’re paying for it,” you replied, letting out a breath and mentally steeling yourself for this conversation. This conversation you were about to have with your friend who you agreed to have sex with. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “But what the fuck does unorthodox mean? You’re not into…pet play or something, are you?”

“What? No—”

“Because I know I didn’t mark that one as a hard no, but I’m not wearing any fucking collars.” You paused in thought. “I mean, we can try you wearing the collar, if you want—”

“I’m not into that,” Tae interrupted you, though now you could see clear interest brewing in his dark irises. “You know what…actually, let’s shelve that conversation for another time. What I’m trying to say is…I may…possibly…have an interest in…feet.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence, his declaration marinating between you as he waited for your reaction.

“…I honestly don’t know what that means,” you admitted, finally breaking the quiet. Brain trying to compute how you would fit in to that. “Can you elaborate a little bit? Does that mean you want, like, pictures or something? To be honest, I probably would have given those to you for free. I would have roasted the hell out of you for being weird, but I probably would have given them to you.”

“Weird?” Taehyung pouted. “Are you kink shaming me?”

You held up your hands placatingly. “Not at all—no judgment from me! I’m just saying it’s becoming clear how ol’ girl was able to blackmail you. I’m just saying.”

“So it doesn’t bother you,” he pressed, leaning over the table. Closer to you.

You thought about it. “In general, no, I don’t think so? Do you really want pics?”

His lips curved into a slow smile. “Would you really do that?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. This was certainly a kink you had never run across before, but you weren’t put off by it. If all he needed was you to wiggle your toes a little, that was fine with you.

The waitress came back with your drinks, still subtly trying to get Tae’s attention. But his eyes stayed solidly on you, even as he gave her absent thanks, so she quickly left again. You held his stare, watched it simmer.

“Would you be willing to step on me?” he asked casually. Caution thrown to the wind now that he knew he wasn’t going to scare you away.

Something hot and and unexpected flashed through you. “Again.” You swallowed. “I would have done that for free.”

Taehyung’s lips parted at that, tongue poking out and giving them a distracted swipe. You finally yielded, looking away and turning your attention towards your drink.

“So,” you continued, twirling your straw as you thought. Ignoring the way your skin was starting to tingle from the weight of his stare. “I guess this means I should get a pedicure.”

“Really?” He lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling with all his teeth. “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would.” You couldn’t help but smile back. “I love pedicures. I’ve just been too busy and too poor.”

At that, Tae shifted in his seat, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “Here,” he said simply, your eyebrows raising as he handed you a few bills.

“Tae, pedicures don’t cost this much.”

He shrugged, ignoring your attempts to give some back.

Well, looked like you were getting your hands done too. The fact that someone actually wanted to pay you to get your feet done was wild. “What color do you want?” you asked.

He swallowed, eyes wide and deceptively innocent. You were starting to know better. “I can choose?”

Your lips twitched. “Of course you can. You’re paying for it.”

“Um.” He licked his lips again, drawing your unwilling eyes. “Let’s do red.”

“Red it is.”

Your food came not too long after that, and the two of you ate in a weird, charged silence. Every time you chanced a glance at him, Taehyung was already looking back at you, his smile widening cheekily when you locked eyes. You could barely taste your long-awaited sandwich, mind too busy spinning about this new information.

You couldn’t help breaking the quiet a few bites later. “Is that all?”

“Is what all?” Tae countered, popping a few chips into his mouth.

“The foot thing. Is that all you wanted to warn me about?”

“Huh. I’ve never gotten that reaction before,” he laughed. “I would argue that that’s a pretty big thing.”

“Eh.” Certainly not anything that you had run into before, but it didn’t seem too bad.

“Do you want there to be more?”

“Nobody said to add shit to the list, Taehyung. I was just asking!”

Taehyung teased you through the rest of your lunch, his lighthearted approach to the situation helping you to be lighthearted too. To not think too hard over what you had just agreed to.

But you were still you—you may not have thought too hard then, may have finished the rest of your food and booked it to make it to court on time, may have forgotten about it for the rest of the day. But once you were back home, after you had finished your reading for the night and turned out the lights to go to bed, you found yourself staring into the darkness of your room, your brain chanting feet feet FEET.

It was what made you reach for your phone, what made you start searching foot fetish in an incognito tab (because nobody needed to know about that but you and your FBI guy).

It’s what made you slowly fall down the foot fetish rabbithole, fascinated by what you found. By foot fetishes apparently being one of the most common fetishes, particularly among heterosexual men. By the exact cause being unknown, but some neuroscientists speculating that since the area that controls the genitals and the area that controls the feet are next to each other on the brain, it is due to a few wires getting crossed. That it could entail an interest in foot shape, the arch, the smell, the kissing, tickling, biting. High heels, hosiery.

Half an hour later, you were still wide awake, no less intrigued. Which of these buckets did Taehyung fall into, you wondered? It was entirely possible that he simply would enjoy it if you kept your toes looking pretty. Though he had already told you he wanted you to step on him…

The boundaries of his request were still up in the air, and likely would only be revealed by trial and error.

Which was exactly your thinking when Jimin invited you out to dinner the next night. “Jungkookie’s treating,” he informed you through the phone. “That never happens. We gotta take advantage of it.”

Assuming that this once-in-a-lifetime event would also bring Taehyung out of the woodwork, you couldn’t help but try to test some of your theories. Without giving it too much thought, you skipped your usual casual attire of jeans and slipped on a skirt instead, solely to justify shimmying into a nice pair of fishnets.

They were completely modest—the patterned lattice tight and designed more so to resemble the shape of an elegant light fixture than the suggestive larger gaps preferred by showgirls or strippers. These were tights you often wore beneath long sweaters to business casual events, the holes in them barely big enough to fit a pinky through. They felt like the perfect tool to satiate your curiosity, so you paired them with some casual, knee-high boots and left for the restaurant.

Your hunch had been right. Jimin and Jungkook were already at the table when you arrived, but so was Taehyung. And this time, there was no doubt about it—he was definitely staring at you. Expression completely unreadable, but not bothering to hide the way his eyes lingered on your legs as you approached.

Huh.

“You made it!” Jimin cheered, patting the chair next to his. You sat in it obediently, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung, who was sitting directly across from you. “I’m gonna order soju, since Jungkookie’s paying. What flavor do you want?”

“You pick,” you replied distractedly. “Jungkook, what’s the occasion?”

The redhead grinned. “One of my clients gave me a stupid amount of money today.”

“Which one?” came Tae’s baritone, making you reflexively look at him. He looked normal again, picking through some of the sides with his chopsticks as he waited for the waiter to bring out the meat. Your tights had definitely caught his attention, but maybe they weren’t enough to keep it? Maybe he was the type who would need more.

“Catherine.”

“That rich old white lady who comes on to you during every session because she blatantly wants to bang you?” Jimin snickered.

You purposely shifted, the tip of your boot ghosting against Taehyung’s leg. The movement—the contact—slight enough that it could be entirely on accident.

But you both knew it wasn’t, and you carefully watched Taehyung freeze in your peripheral, though your eyes determinedly stayed on Jungkook and his inflated ego.

“She’s only in her fifties. And maybe Kitty has good taste,” Jungkook preened.

Jimin just about fell out of his chair laughing. “Oh, so she’s Kitty now?”

You shifted again, your boot tapping just a little higher up Tae’s shin. He was flat out staring you down at this point, but you still refused to acknowledge him.

“She asked me to call her that when she gave me the tip that you’re about to use to stuff your face with, so yeah, she’s Kitty now. Thank you, Kitty—see you soon! Same time next week.”

“Fair,” Jimin acquiesced easily. “I didn’t expect you to become a sugar baby, but this is honestly on brand.”

Jungkook shrugged good-naturedly, unbothered by the term, but you felt like you had been doused with a bucket of cold water, shocked back to reality. A reality where you were pretending not to play footsie with a man who was by all definitions your sugar daddy in the middle of a nice Korean restaurant.

The waiter returned with the meat, and Jimin cooked yours for you, and Jungkook made sure your shot glass stayed full, and Taehyung gave you long, pointed looks that you pretended you didn’t see.

The dinner went by pretty uneventfully, the end result of a table covered in dirtied plates and empty bottles a testament to your delicious meal.

“It’s late—let me walk you home,” Jimin told you, standing to shrug on his coat.

You shook your head. “Jimin, my place is out of your way. No need for you to backtrack—it’s just a few blocks.”

His eyes softened. “_____, you know I like to make sure you make it home safely—”

“I’ll do it,” Taehyung cut in easily, making both of you turn to him in surprise. He shrugged nonchalantly, but you were immediately on guard. “It’s on my way, anyway.”

“Tae, you don’t have to do that—”

“Can you just humor me?” Jimin sighed, exasperated. “I know it’s just a few blocks, but it’ll make me feel better. And Tae says he already has to go that way.”

You looked at Taehyung, meeting his gaze properly for the first time that night. You cleared your throat. “Okay.”

Jimin’s pleased smile turned his eyes into crescents. He gave your waist a relieved squeeze, and you had to stop yourself from leaning into it. “Thank you.”

Jungkook’s sudden interruption was pointed and loud. “So nobody cares if I get home safely, huh.”

“No,” Tae replied flatly.

“I’m sure Kitty cares,” Jimin snickered. “Maybe you should give her a call.”

“Well fuck you guys too then!”

After exiting the restaurant and saying your goodbyes, the four of you went your separate ways, Jimin and Jungkook in one direction, you and Tae another. Taehyung was quiet as he walked beside you, your frequent glances his way only resulting in his relaxed profile, his silver hair glowing under the streetlamps. There was palpable tension between you, but he was almost making you believe it was one-sided with how unbothered he was acting.

You couldn’t let it go—you had to know. “What are you doing, exactly?”

He looked down at you, nonchalantly meeting your eyes. “I’m walking you home.”

“And?” you pressed suspiciously.

“And then I’m putting you to sleep.”

You mentally froze. “What?”

“Fucking the shit outta you,” he clarified helpfully.

Holy shit. Holy shit, you just clenched.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but that definitely wasn’t it, your foot distractedly stumbling over the raised sidewalk. “What?”

“What, were you doing all that just for kicks?” An eyebrow raised challengingly. “You thought you could be a tease without consequence? That you could rile me up and nothing would come of it?”

“I just…I was just doing an experiment,” you finished lamely. “I just wanted to see if it would work…”

“Oh, it worked,” he hummed. Pupils so dilated at this point that it was hard to distinguish them from his irises in the darkness. “It worked so well that unless you really don’t want to, I’m about to walk you upstairs, hang up my jacket, and then fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

“I—” You blinked rapidly, not really sure what to say to that. He had paid you, and you had gotten him worked up on purpose, and this was the next logical step.

Taehyung struggled to read your silence. “No?” he hedged.

You let out a shuddery breath. “…Yes.”

He smiled then, and from the way it brightened his whole face, it was almost easy to forget why. “Good.”

You hadn’t been lying to Jimin—your place truly was only a few blocks away from the restaurant, so your nighttime stroll with Tae didn’t last very long. He followed you into your apartment building, up the two flights of stairs, and waited patiently as you nervously dug your keys out of your purse and unlocked the door. He didn’t say anything until you both were inside and you made to take off your boots.

“Wait.”

You paused, already bent over. Looking up at him in confusion.

“Can I.” He visibly swallowed. “Can I do that?”

It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but when you realized he wanted to take your boots off, you gave him a shy nod. “Of course.”

“Where’s your bed?”

“This—this way.”

Tae was polite enough to slip off his own shoes, but he took clear delight in seeing you walk around in yours, fingers dancing restlessly at his sides as he followed you to your bedroom. Both of you antsy at the thought of what was to come.

After tossing your purse out of the way, you obediently sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for his next move. What you weren’t expecting was for Taehyung to fall to his knees in front of you, hands rubbing up the leather of your boots. The breath caught in your throat when he broached the edge, warm fingers making contact with the covered skin above your knee, but just as quickly he was backtracking and slowly pulling one of the zippers down.

He seemed to delight in this striptease of his own making, breath hollowing as more and more of your leg was revealed to him, swathed in your decorative tights. Taehyung pulled the boot off your heel, casting it to the side and out of his way, before leaning in closer, giving your foot a proper sniff and causing a small gasp to escape your lips.

At the sound, Tae looked up at you through his long lashes. You watched with morbid fascination as he nosed along your insole, tongue poking out wetly to trail along the material. “Is this okay, baby?” he asked to make sure.

You nodded immediately, eyes wide. The pet name caught you completely off guard—this was uncharted territory, one you had never thought you’d be entering with your quirky friend. It wasn’t bad necessarily…you just hadn’t been expecting it, though you obviously should have, given all of the decisions you had made tonight that would inevitably lead to this moment.

Taehyung slowly licked up your arch, taking time to worship your confined toes while you tried not to move, ticklish. After a few moments of this, he moved to free your other foot from its shoe, giving that one just as much attention. His mouth was hot on your skin through the gaps of your tights, breath burning a path that his tongue followed. Without you even noticing, you found yourself leaning into his ministrations, particularly when his teeth snapped at the nylon further up your legs. Without preamble, Tae spread your thighs apart, eagerly crowding his body into the space created and lapping at the inner skin higher up. You whimpered in surprise, and he looked up at you, eyes completely black, carefully watching your expression as he finally latched onto the place that you needed him most.

You let out a shuddery sigh, the feeling of his mouth on you through the barrier of both your tights and underwear simultaneously fan-fucking-tastic and not enough. And Tae clearly felt the same sentiment, because his hands only restlessly gripped your thighs for a few moments before he was leaning away from you and curling a nail into one of the holes of the fishnets—pulling, a loud ripping sound filling your ears as he tore his way through the crotch.

“Taehyung!” you shouted in surprise. “These cost, like, twenty bucks!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he huffed, giving another yank for good measure. Satisfied by his progress, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, giving him even closer access to your covered core, laving at your clit through your underwear.

You whimpered, stifled by the hard way you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle noise.

But Tae wasn’t having it. “Let me hear you,” he demanded, his deep voice practically a growl. “I want to hear you.”

Huh—he wanted you to be vocal. Not that you weren’t normally, but you usually tried to keep your volume to a minimum, never hitting pornstar theatrics unless the sex was really good and you simply couldn’t help yourself.

“Let go,” he insisted, rubbing his thumb up your slit through the now-damp fabric. “Come on, baby, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You usually tried to be quiet. But Taehyung liked you not to be, and he was paying you.

The quiet moan that built in your chest when he wiggled a finger beneath the barrier of your panties was entirely organic, embarrassing you a bit when it slipped out before you could stop it.

“Good,” Taehyung breathed, lightly circling your sensitive nub and delighting in the way you vibrated in response. You felt him attempt to slide a finger into you, but he simply couldn’t do so properly with your underwear on and your tights hindering any effort to move them out of the way.

“Why are you even wearing these?” he mumbled, impatient hands unzipping your skirt, reaching for the elastic of your tights—even dipping below the waistband of your underwear—and giving it all a swift tug.

“Excuse me for not wanting to expose my coochie to the elements,” you huffed, shuffling back on the bed and lifting your hips to help him.

The tights were peeled off one leg at a time, unwrapped like a gift, and Taehyung watched as if he were committing the sight to memory before tossing the now-useless material to the side. He made much quicker work of your panties, treating them like no more than a nuisance as he hastily pulled them down your calves and over your heels. Without preamble, he pushed your knees apart, stare hot and intense as his eyes feasted on your unobstructed sex.

He only admired you for a few moments before crawling onto the bed with you, sliding onto his stomach so his head could fit properly into the apex of your thighs. A dart of his tongue against your netherlips had you unable to control a shiver, but the mischievous glint in his eye when he looked up at you made you wary.

“See I was right,” he said smugly, grinning against you. “Texture. Delicious.”

You froze. “Okay you know what? I think we’re good here.”

He laughed, hands tightening around your thighs and hindering you from scuttling away from him on your elbows. “No, wait, where are you going!”

“Time for a new activity,” you replied, face hot in embarrassment and annoyance.

“No. I like this one.” He licked a slow swipe up your slit, holding eye contact with you the entire time.

“Stop fucking with me then,” you answered breathily, your toes curling involuntarily.

“Why do you think I’m fucking with you?” He nipped at the delicate skin of your inner thigh, and you jolted, surprised. “I wasn’t lying. You do taste delicious.”

“Tae—”

His mouth suctioned around your clit, silencing you and making your back arch off the bed.

You didn’t have much else to say after that, easily turning into putty under his tongue. Taehyung laved at you, large hands holding you still when the mounting pleasure had you attempting to ride his face in order to hurry him along. He was uninterested in giving in to you right away, instead preferring to work you up slowly, to make you burn with want from the inside out until you were dripping, equally wet with your own juices and his saliva.

“Taehyung,” you finally groaned, frustrated beyond belief.

He hummed, the vibrations from the action just enough to make you unthinkingly card a hand through his silvery locks and pull. That made him moan, fingers tracing idle patterns into your skin before he finally relented and pushed one into your sensitive, swollen cunt.

You inhaled sharply, instinctively biting your lip to help swallow your sounds, but Taehyung merely pulled his finger back out and slammed it back in, this time joined with another.

“Ungh—”

“What did I say?” he reminded you, voice thick with lust. “I want to hear you.”

It didn’t matter at that point—with the rapid way he was snapping his wrist, you couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to. “Holy shit,” you swore, one hand still grounded in his hair, the other clutching the sheets for support. “Oh my god—”

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, raising his voice to be heard over the loud, wet smacking sounds. He curled his fingers within you, leaning forward again to suck on your clit at the same time, and it was too much for your wound up body to take. With a loud whine, you came, eyes squeezing shut and pussy clamping down hard on his digits.

Taehyung didn’t stop, fucking you through your high despite your body’s valiant effort to keep him sucked deep inside. It was only when your bowed hips tiredly sank back into the mattress that he pulled away from you, popping his slick fingers between his wet, swollen lips. He crawled off the bed again, this time so he could start removing his own clothes. His shirt was pulled over his head, messily ruffling his hair into something that would have made him look cute if his eyes hadn’t been so blown out and greedy, not leaving your form for a second.

You knew you couldn’t have looked much better, fucked out and eyeing the honey of his newly-revealed skin. Though you were easily distracted when his hands started to make quick work of the button on his jeans, hurrying the garment over his ass and kicking it off his legs. You let out a long sigh, looking to the ceiling for guidance.

“I feel like I should have been warned before I agreed to this that you’re all fucking huge,” you groused. The fact that you hadn’t even seen what you would be working with, but could still tell from the print in his boxer briefs said a lot.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Taehyung grinned, giving himself a firm squeeze to take the edge off and winking at you when he caught you watching him do it. “He just wants to say hi.”

“I’m sure he does,” you grumbled, the bed bouncing a bit as he returned, plopping down next to you. An arm winding around your waist killed the next retort on your tongue, and you slowly turned to meet his half-mast eyes.

“Then don’t be rude,” he murmured, gaze hot enough to cause a shiver to race through you as he patted his crotch. “Come say hi.”

A soft exhale left your parted lips. Wordlessly, you did as he asked, maneuvering to hike a leg over him, knees resting on the bed on either side of his waist. Tae didn’t waste any time, large hands pulling down on your hips until you were seated properly on his lap. You yelped, a jolt going through you at the feeling of his dick putting sure pressure against your still-sensitive clit.

The two of you must have looked silly—you, naked from the waist down; him, naked from the waist up—but Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. And you definitely didn’t give a shit when he pulled you forward by the ass, dragging your sticky lips over his clothed cock.

You let out a whimper, looping your arms around his neck for support. Starting to pant when he guided you into a rocking motion over him. A quick look down showed that you were making a mess on him, the black fabric of his underwear smeared in the translucent evidence of your arousal.

“That’s it,” he encouraged with a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments. “Just—just like that.”

You only gave a shaky nod, hips now swiveling of their own accord. Grinding your cunt into him, slow and hard, making both of you shudder. Now that you were doing it on your own, his hands were free to roam, fingers ghosting over your hips, your thighs. Your waist. A brief tease of your nipples. But then a hand was grasping your chin, lifting and forcing you to meet his gaze. Allowing his mouth proper access to yours.

You moaned into the kiss, hips moving faster. “Shit.”

“Feel good, baby?” he asked huskily against your lips.

You keened into his mouth. “So good. So good, so good—”

You were going to cum. Just that quickly, the heat had been reignited, fanning throughout your whole body and making your mouth slack, your eyes flutter.

You were going to cum, and Tae knew it too, hands rushing to stop you. His tight grip hindering you from moving properly.

“God,” he groaned into your neck, fingers digging into your thighs. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

“Tae,” you whined, attempting to move against him again. You were so close.

He gripped you harder, knuckles white. “I’m gonna explode in my pants like a fucking teenager if you keep doing that,” he warned, voice tight. “Is that what you want?”

“What I want is to cum,” you huffed, leaning forward to press a kiss beneath his jaw, trailing more of them up to his ear. “Wanna cum all over you.”

“Fuck.” You felt his confined cock jump at that, but Taehyung’s whole body was tense beneath your ministrations. He didn’t say anything further as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth, playfully catching the studs there and rolling them against your teeth.

You heard him take a few grounding breaths, still refusing to let you move. And then he was finally letting you go, hands hurriedly pushing your shirt up.

You pulled away from him in surprise, lifting your arms and allowing him to force it over your head. Eyes widening at the blatantly hungry way he was staring at you.

“And what I want,” he said lowly, unhooking your bra too. Tossing it uncaringly to the side. “Is to be inside you. Right now.”

“Then do it,” you begged, letting out a frustrated noise. “Please, baby. Make me cum. Just make me cum—”

He hummed noncommittally, leaning forward to mouth at your breast. Nipping lightly at the skin. “Wanna watch you ride me,” he replied between bites, sliding a hot tongue over one of your pebbled nipples and making you practically shake with want.

You allowed yourself a few more moments to arch into him before you were shuffling off the bed onto shaky legs, hands reaching for the waistband of his underwear. “Then take this off,” you demanded, tugging on the soggy, ruined material until he stood and pushed them down himself. His cock sprung free, smacking against his stomach and already leaking for you. Just as big as you had originally—and nervously—anticipated, but at this point he had gotten you so worked up that you didn’t even care anymore.

Taehyung sat back on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, reminiscent of minutes before. Only this time, there was nothing separating your skin from his. Nothing to get in the way of you and his massive cock, standing at such stiff attention that you wondered if it was painful.

“Come here,” he murmured, hands wrapping around your hips and breaking you of your reverie. You came willingly as he pulled you closer, knees parting to make space for you. He waited, fingers drifting towards the meat of your ass.

But he didn’t have to wait long, your mind already made up. You lifted your knee over him again, maneuvering so you were once again straddling his lap. Your clit bumped against his hot flesh, and you both inhaled sharply.

He was just as big as his brother, but you definitely noticed the pinch more. Yes, you had more control over how fast he entered you, but the position allowed him to hit deeper, the intrusion causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth as you inched your way down.

“Fuck—”

“You can take it,” he murmured, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips encouragingly as you slowly sank him into you. One them dipping inward to circle your clit, massaging you open.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chanted under your breath until he was finally fully-seated. You winced, taking a few moments to adjust to the size of him spearing you wide.

“Okay?” Taehyung asked, brows furrowed a bit in concern. His thumbs were still circling soothingly, and when you gave him a nod, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your mouth.

You turned your head in answer, licking his lips open and giving an experimental swivel of your pelvis, leaving both of you panting. To say it was a snug fit was an understatement, but you weren’t uncomfortable, exactly—just so, so full. And the fact that moments before you had been on the cusp of orgasm meant that it didn’t take long for your slow roll to morph into something more forceful, body still chasing that feeling, your grip on Tae’s shoulders the leverage you needed to properly fuck yourself open with his cock.

And Taehyung was loving it, letting you use him as you pleased, content to lap at your bouncing tits and oversee how he disappeared into the heat of you. Your growing enthusiasm only fueled his own, and soon he was meeting you thrust for thrust. “There you go,” he hissed, hips snapping up into yours. The frantic sound of skin on skin filled the room as your ass repeatedly slapped against his thighs. “Taking it like a fucking champ.”

You whimpered in response, the pleasure nearly overwhelming and snaking throughout your whole body. You were starting to tire, your thighs starting to burn, but your primal need for release overrode all of that.

“So—tight—” Tae pushed through his grit teeth before leaning forward to mouth at your neck. A nip to the skin set your whole body alight.

But you weren’t that far gone. “Taehyung,” you moaned. “No marks.”

He didn’t react to your words, still lapping against your bitten flesh, and so you thought that was the end of it, back to focusing on the way he was filling you so good, stretching you so wide that your toes were starting to curl in pleasure. But then he bit you again, harder this time, the sharp nip pulling a gasp from your lips and more arousal from your core.

You liked it. Liked liked the way he was sucking blooming color into your skin, liked the way he was littering your body with proof that he had been there. Mine, he was telling whoever cared to look, and the primitive part of you liked how he was staking his claim without thought. How the proof of his want for you would linger with you for days. In normal circumstances, you would let him put his mark wherever he wanted.

But these were not normal circumstances. You could not show up to court covered in hickeys.

And you were not his to mark.

“Taehyung,” you tried again, and this time you knew for sure he was ignoring you as he continued to suck on your neck. So, on instinct, you pushed his head away from you.

You weren’t really sure where the idea came from—you honestly hadn’t thought twice. You had only intended to keep his mouth busy so he would stop, and the closest thing to you just so happened to be your discarded tights. So you grabbed them. “I said,” you huffed, balling up the tights and stuffing them into his still-slack mouth, “no marks.”

The effect was as immediate as flipping a switch. Taehyung turned feral, moaning around the material, hips smashing into you with such vigor that you let out a surprised yelp that quickly morphed into a string of your own unfiltered moans. Making you babble nonsense as he pounded your g-spot again and again.

“Fuck! Oh god, oh GOD, oh baby, fucking me so good, so fucking good—”

He whimpered around his gag, completely gone at this point. Grabbing you securely by the ass so he could stand, turn, and toss you onto the bed. You squeaked as you bounced, your back hitting the sheets, but he was back on you quicker than you could miss him, crowding into your space. Hooking one of your legs into the crook of his elbow and thrusting back into you in one fluid motion. The position wasn’t as deep as before, but Taehyung had more leverage this way, and he used it to his advantage, fucking you hard into the mattress.

You felt it again, that growing, all-consuming burn. You were right there—so close to teetering over that final edge that you were rapidly descending into mania, a hand reaching down to mindlessly circle your clit with abandon. Taehyung growled at the sight, bucking into you at an even more punishing pace to help you along. And it only took a few moments for you to convulse around him, shuddering and moaning as sparks danced behind your eyelids.

Tae moaned with you, halting his rutting in favor of staying deep inside, circling his hips in a way that ground his pelvis against your clit and let the tip of his cock scrape against your rough patch of nerves. You clung to him, shaking and incoherent, and he didn’t stop, helping you ride the wave until it calmed, leaving you twitching.

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled out of you. It took you a few moments to register what was going on, still dazed, but when your eyes were finally able to focus, you saw him, leaning over you and frantically pumping himself.

His gaze kept darting up to your face, but for the most part, his attention lay elsewhere, and you gasped when you realized exactly where. Taehyung fixated on your feet, tongue poking out a bit in concentration as the slick, rapid movement of his hand produced a wet squelch that easily overtook the room.

Fascinated, you gave your newly-painted toes a slow, experimental wiggle. And he exploded, hot cum shooting over your right foot in long ropes, his cursing intelligible through the nylons. You watched it all happen in amazement, breath racing through parted lips.

Taehyung slumped forward a bit, panting through his nose as he tried to regain his bearings. Slowly, he reached up and pulled the now-soggy stockings out of his mouth, and that was when he seemed to realize what he had done. “I’m sorry,” he croaked, breathing ragged but eyes sincere. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

But you weren’t really paying him much attention, focus on the way your prettily-painted toes glistened under the low light, covered in his mess. Your cunt pulsed.

“It was a habit, but I should have asked you first—”

His words ended in a sharp intake of breath, eyes wide in shock when your foot slowly ghosted along his cock, wet with remnants of you and still partially hard. Smearing through your mixed releases, your big toe tracing his leaking head and earning a loud whine.

He was clearly overstimulated, but even knowing that, you didn’t stop, a thrill going through you at the needy, desperate sounds you were pulling from his throat.

And despite how oversensitive Tae was, still he didn’t ask you to stop. Didn’t move away from you.

So you took it further, pushing against his bulbous head until it slid through the gap next to your big toe. His shaft was too thick to fit completely so you didn’t try to, a light squeezing of your toes around his tip making his breathing stutter.

“AH! Fuckkkkk—”

“Who told you you could cum on me?” you asked mildly over his yelling, your other foot lifting to tease his balls. “That was very rude. Rude and dirty. Such a dirty boy.”

“_____,” he groaned, dragging your name out several extra syllables as his eyes started to roll back. Hips sporadically jutting forward to get more of the torturous stimulation.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” you cooed, delighting in the way his body was starting to vibrate. Unlike his borderline-violent first orgasm, cum oozed from his slit this time. Definitely a smaller amount than before, but it was no less satisfying when the hot liquid dribbled down your flesh, lighting you ablaze.

Also unlike the first time, though, Taehyung pushed you away from his sensitive member when he tried to catch his breath. But instead of taking the hint and retreating completely, you simply leaned back and tapped one of your sticky feet against the side of his face, visibly smearing it in cum.

“You’re not finished,” you murmured. “Clean up your mess.”

Taehyung looked at you from beneath his sweaty bangs, breathing still uneven as he tried to come down from his high. A purposeful glint in his dark eyes. Without a word, he turned his head and sucked your first two toes into his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as his hot tongue swirled around the digits.

He licked you clean of his orgasm, gentle tongue even roaming between your toes, and you grinned in response, tired and satisfied.

Tae was tired too, collapsing dramatically onto your mattress when he was done. He turned to you expectantly, holding his arms out to you in offering, and after a moment of contemplation, you accepted, slotting your body into his and sharing his warm, sticky heat.

So he was a cuddler—no surprise there.

“Okay,” he croaked, interrupting the quiet. “I might seriously have to marry you now.”

Don’t listen, you reminded yourself sternly. He’s just saying that. Don’t fall for it. “You really shouldn’t keep saying that,” you replied carefully. “Otherwise, I might start to believe you mean it.”

“Who says I don’t mean it?” he whined. You could feel his pout against your neck. “What are you doing in five years or so?”

“Not marrying a dude who only proposed because I let him suck my toes.”

“I don’t know, that sounds like as good a reason as any.”

“Taehyung, you literally do not love me. It’s kind of a requirement I have when considering marriage proposals.”

“I meannnn…keep doing what you just did, and I’ll definitely learn.”

You burst out laughing at his shamelessness, pushing his face away from you. “Boy, bye.”

He snickered with you, the action ending in a yawn as his settled into the comfort of your sheets. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you promised, but he was already gone to dreamland, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones, a leg securely over your waist.

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sero-sphere · 4 years

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Writing Prompt : Serial Killer Tomura Shigaraki

listen so i know its been awhile. alot of things happened. i got a new job, my computer broke, my computer got fixed....bnha season 4 ended. Tiger King was a thing, and obviously quarantine.

also sorry this is what i decided to post first. youve all been warned!

Prompt: a serial killer who finds their victims through dating apps has finally chosen their next target. they've been texting for a while and had planned what would've been a fatal first date, but then the country went on lockdown. the killer keeps in touch figuring they might as well keep around another potential victim except...they’re kinda starting to like this one.

(Serial killer Tomura x f reader)

Warnings: murder, non-con everything? , mention of rape? idk its bad he kills people. maybe a little hybristophilia if you look real close. (pls just remember none of this is real and proceed with caution....thnks)

1 week before quarantine:

It had only been three days since you re-downloaded tinder off of a whim. There had been some pretty interesting matches up until this point, but you were flip flopping between two guys mainly. One was tall with dark hair. He was covered in burns that only seemed to add to his allure. He was hot, figuratively and literally. The other was another kind of mystery all together. He had denied all your requests for any more pictures of himself. He obviously had the standard few shown in his bio, but those were mostly all body pics. It’s not like he was even that big, his muscles were no doubt toned as anything, but, like the first boy, he was littered in scars that intrigued you. The chemistry the two of you shared seemed stronger in your opinion than with the first. You were dying to see him in person, after all you had only been able to see so much during your facetime calls.

After some time, you finally narrowed it down. You decided to take a risk and go with what was behind door number 2. Tomura Shigaraki.

1 day before quarantine:

After a few days of chatting, the two of you had teased each other so much you couldn’t stand it anymore. You were just dying for him to ask to see you in person. You and your friends had stopped going to the clubs recently, and you just hoped your now empty schedule would line up with his at some point this week. Everyone around you was getting sicker and sicker so the club was definitely a no go for now. Plus, with the way you looked, it might be a bit dangerous. Still, you hoped to play your cards just right, and finally get him to give in. You decided a little impromptu face time session was the next step. Removing your sweatshirt, leaving you in only a tank top, you grabbed your phone.

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Halfway through the call you were starting to tune him out when you heard him snap at you. “What are you paying attention to? Those eyes should be on me.”

Bashfully, you turned back to your phone. “Sorry, I mean, have you seen the news? Not only do they talk about the virus 24/7, they also talk about those murders all the time.”

“Oh…yeah?” He hardened slightly at the unintended mention of him.

“Yeah, I mean if the virus doesn’t take me out…I’m pretty sure this guy might. All the victims look almost exactly like me.”

He really was a sucker for your innocence. “Oh, I guess he must have a type...”

“Yeah it’s quite interesting.” Your eyes flicked up to your screen, then back to the T.V

“Interesting?” Shigaraki was genuinely confused.

Returning your gaze to your phone, you finally answered him. “Yeah I think so, why you don’t?”

Interesting was the last thing people called him. Freak, psycho, yeah, but interesting? “I’m not sure…why, are you interested in him?”

“Well, you just said he has a type…I just wonder what it is about girls like me that make him go crazy….I bet you he has mommy issues!” You said with a giggle.

“Hah, mommy issues…”

“Either that or he’s got one of those weird brother sister relationships…maybe if I pretend he’d let me live.” You moaned slightly into the speaker. “Oh, oniichan~”

He coughed to stop himself from moaning. “Maybe it’s a bit of both.” Admittedly you did look like his mom and sister. More similar to which, was the real question.

“Oh, you think?… Who doesn’t have family issues these days….”

He was silent as you continued to theorize about him unknowingly. He couldn’t stop himself from asking “What would you say to him, ya know? You said you look like his victims…haven’t you thought about if it was to happen to you?”

“Hmm….. I guess I’d ask him why?”

“Why what?”

“Why kill them? Like I wonder what happened in his life for him to be able to do something like that?”

“That’s what you would say? Not scream for help?” All of his past victims screamed, God he hated that. That’s why he ended up shoving his cock down their throats half the time. Anything to get them to shut up.

“If I’m going to die anyway why not take the opportunity to get to know him a little. Might sound morbid, but he doesn’t let people get away.”

“Seems like you know a lot about this guy?” He asked probingly.

“I’ve been curious, nothing really going on in the world other than this virus...”

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1 week into quarantine:

After that conversation Tomura became intrigued as to what you would think when you finally realized who he was. If you would really be brave enough to ask him ‘why’, right before he decided to take your life. He was looking forward to the day you would finally agree to leave your house again. You were in the middle of a global pandemic after all. Until then, he had his ways of continuing his mission.

He started by hacking into the local hospital records. Truth be told he wasn’t ready to die, or be caught yet, so every week he would hack away for the names of the women who had recently been tested, and were found to be negative for the virus. He then sifted through their social media for girls that fit his profile. There weren’t too many, and he had to settle for a few that were a bit out of his age range.

A few weeks went by, the two of you keeping in touch every night. Tomura still finding suitable replacements until you were finally in his grasps. He didn’t want to give himself away by dragging you out, there were no excuses he could even think of at this point. It was better to wait, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

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3 weeks into quarantine:

“Victim? Victim, honey you’re my fifth one….”

After the deed was done, and he was just about to head out of there, Shigarakis phone started to ring. He was going to ignore it at first until he saw it was you. It was rather unusual for you to call this early. You both kept to a strictly late night schedule. Curiosity got the better of him.

“Hey…” He answered, huffing into the phone. He was ashamedly out of breath after everything that just transpired.

“Oh hey, I didn’t think you were going to answer.”

“Well. I did…so what’s up?”

“Why do you sound so out of breath? What were you jerking off…” You said teasingly.

“No, I was about to though…” He wasn’t lying, he usually goes home to finish himself. Maybe now was the chance to take a little risk.

“Wanna help me get there?” Yup, he was doing this.

“Yeah, of course I do.” You replied, unaware of what the person on the other end of the phone was really about to do.

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3 weeks and 2 days into quarantine:

“Hey Tomu, you hear about what the killer left behind this time?” You all but nearly shouted, as soon as Shigaraki accepted your facetime call.

“Hmm, what was it?” If he had to take a guess, he bet he could figure out what it was.

“He came all over her face, he’s never done that before!…do you think he killed her before or after?”

“Probably before…” Probably? Yeah right, he knew for a fact he killed her before your little call to him.

“Yeah you’re probably right. They said this one was a bit older, I wonder if that helped him out more…ya’ know cause his supposed mommy issues.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s the case…”

He couldn’t really tell you it was you, who indeed got him there. Staring at that body that somewhat resembled you, while you were saying all those things to him. He really couldn’t wait to have you. He usually wasn’t a man of patience, so he couldn’t figure out why he hasn’t actually killed you yet. He kept making up excuses but deep down, he knew he was growing quite fond of you. He couldn’t help that you were stroking his ego every time he did something riskier and you would comment on it.

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4 weeks into quarantine:

The last girl was different. They no longer felt right to him. He knew he had to have you. He wondered if he would miss you after it was done. Was he going to fuck you before or after? You weren’t going to be alive to theorize with him afterwards, that made him a little sad. He picked up his phone and shot you a text.

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rochey1010 · 4 years

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PART 3:

Ok, so this is about Eliott and the link between S5 and S6. Like Eliott out of everyone was crafted in this season so damn well. And yeah his arc in S6 was plotted here but it's the whole character. And it goes back to his S3 debut. France has remained so damn consistent with this character. Nothing is forced or out of place. It's a natural flow to this point now, and probably what is to come.

So just before i jump into S5. What do we know of the Eliott character? So we meet him in S3 and he's beautiful, like out of someones league beautiful. And he's mysterious, and has a loner vibe but from the trailer looks troubled. The trailer shows so much that will crop up again throughout the show in regards to Eliott. He enters the school with a prison atmosphere (just left one or is about to enter one). He quickly walks through, hurried, not wanting to make an imprint, hiding in his environment with the 'catch me if you can' vulnerable hoodie up style. Everyone notices him but he notices no one. He just wants to get this over with (same cycle different environment). The people either know him (Imane) are attracted to him (Alexia) or intrigued by the new guy (Emma). So he walks down the corridor and bumps into a very important person. That is Lucas and it's the first inkling from Eliott that something has penetrated his bleak dark world. The first hint of the light/dark motifs that S3 would be centered around. Before we know it's even a concept POLARIS is everywhere.

Eliott does something that i love. He stops, but doesn't turn around just yet, Maxence plays it like he's taking something in and waking up. And then he turns and looks, and we get everything in that look to Lucas. You feel his intrigue, attraction, fixation, awe of this unknown guy. That this guy has shook his world. And then he does something else i love. This tiny wry smile appears for like a milisecond, and then he looks him up and down signalling to the audience that we're in for a hell of a ride, and that Eliott is showing some playfullness towards Lucas. The hint that he's gonna pursue him. Then crucially he walks down the corridor to Colouring - In motion (range remix) awesome and reflective lyrics. Into the black, back into the dark he goes. And this is a direct contrast to Eliott and his world. Sees nobody but Lucas and is turned towards him looking, and then there's Lucas turned towards Eliott but oblivious and not looking.

So as the season goes on we see that he is all those things but so much more. He has a romantic, goofy, sweet and tender side, he's very vulnerable and fragile but he also has a darkness and it comes out as fear, anger, jealousy etc. He's the Even that we see snap at times e.g. class outburst, Chloe, Lucille.

And another thing is that he's the Even that gets developed off screen with the brilliant utilisation of his insta for mental/emotional state. It fits Eliott with the mystery, puzzles, metaphors and plot foreshadowing that takes us through the season. It's Eliott's journal and we're the therapists in a session with him. Each time he posts isn't fickle. Everything has meaning, everything connects and it's linked up so well onscreen. So we see Eliott onscreen but we see into Eliott offscreen. And that mental illness insight has continued and remains true to not only real life but who Eliott is.

We find out that he has so much fear. That it makes him hide in relationships and quite literally hide in the dark. That he created his magnum opus POLARIS that is all about fear and running from true connection. That has so much bipolar symbolism in it and that has Eliott settling in this dark world of MI. Because as any one who can identify with Eliott, sometimes there is a morbid comfort in staying stagnant and not reaching for something because deep down the light and happiness is something you don't deserve. It's horrible negative feelings of shame, embarassment, and self loathing that permeates. Anyone that struggles with their mental health will attest to this.

So he, facing this fear reaches for Lucas, and they fall in love. Eliott is chasing the light in Lucas that has made him want to enjoy life again. Then something horrible happens, Eliott is confronted with all his worst fears of himself being reinforced by the one he loves the most. Eliott being a crazy person that Lucas doesn't have time for. He's literally slapped in the face with his SKAM. And he's the Even that literally bleeds out right there on the screen. There's no mask which racoon Eliott is adept with it. He took it off and it shows how deep he was in with Lucas as he can't even pretend anymore. In that moment he is truly exposed and to this day it's heartbreaking to watch. He also does something that no other Even did either. He begins to ghost Lucas in this scene with the hair ruffle and that truly disappointed look when he's backing away. It's almost like a self resignation in himself like "well i was right, the light is not my world, and i shouldn't have been stupid enough to think this would have gone any other way" and he's truly disappointed and so damn heartbroken.

So he goes back to the ex thinking it's a clean break. But he realises he can't stop what he feels for lucas. So he pines on his insta, trying to reach out and trying to be honest but comes to the conclusion the only way to have lucas is to hide his darkness (bipolar). So they reconcile and are happy, and then it goes to absolute shit. He has a manic episode and the truth comes out. Eliott runs again back to the dark. Back to the comfort of his world. Doesn't expect anything, doesn't reach out because he has no hope that he can be loved with this defect, and just cries. 😭 in total despair. It's that level of self loathing that keeps cropping up rooted in his MI.

Lucas proves him wrong and saves him (this is crucial for Eliott's S6 arc) and he accepts him but now we see that Eliott still doesn't accept himself (S5, S6) minute par minute is a very important scene that is being revisited in S6 and will be crucial for Elu. Eliott wants to end the relationship, he sees no way it can work, and Lucas fights and gives him a perspective to hold onto.

Sorry i got into a S3 character study there. But i felt it was the only way to show how Eliott as a character has been built through the show and layered with so much depth but so much darkness. He's actually not only one of the darkest Even's but one of the darkest SKAM characters. And the reason i feel that, is because of the contradiction of the character. That he has such a postive sunshine aura and will smile at anyone and instantly bring a warmth. But yet has this deep well of struggle and pain that you can feel is there underneath that "I'm the happiest person in the world" energy. And you have to ask yourself how much of that is Eliott projecting to keep the demons at bay? As someone who can relate to MI. There is a level of exhaustion where you feel like you pep talk yourself on an almost daily basis. Quite literally you fake it untill you make it. And i just feel that Eliott is such a walking dichotomy between 2 extremes. That he perfectly represents the bipolarity of this character.

But rambling aside, so that's the Eliott we know and in S5 we kick off his arc with an insta post. He posts his new job 'new job, new school, same boyfriend' caption with a pic of the video club. Lucas follows it up with 'and soon, new appartment'. This tells us Eliott has not only started working but he's in Uni now and about to move in with Lucas. The video club is also dropping the hint that Eliott has found his new vocation within art. And that is movies. Now, what we know of Eliott is that he dabbled. He had many artsy interests. And we saw his love for not only movies (POLARIS) but he enjoyed literature (Virginia Woolf) and painting (Jackson Pollock) and he liked greek prose (Apollo and Hyacinth, Pygmalion). He had an affinity for artists who suffered with mental illness (pollock and Woolf both bipolar) and a true identity fixation with Woolf (mentally ill, bisexual and drowned through suicide) now that takes on a much more serious meaning with what Eliott revealed about suicide in S6. So he was an artsy hipster and he added graffiti and urbex too. A very talented and creative guy is our Eliott.

But considering POLARIS was how we were introduced to Eliott and that art side. We had to have known that his chosen field would have been movies, as it is now confirmed with his job, his uni project and his insta this season focusing on movies. How they add to the plot and how he's using them as inspiration for his project.

So it's setting him up to make a movie and to bring back something from his past that failed for him, and could have led to a spiral as we don't know how long after that all the Idriss stuff went down. All we know is that Idriss was there with him in the video interviewing him as he explained POLARIS. So the fallout must have been very soon after. And the failure of the movie on top of that must have been horrible for Eliott.

Lucas posts instas of him basically of him supporting eliott with this job and visiting him etc. So we see Eliott loves his job. And S6 shows us this more in depth.

The next we see of Eliott is a nightclub scene of new years and just basically the gang and elu happy, having fun and in love. It's just showing you for Eliott that he's come so far. Obviously we know what happens with Arthur so i won't get into that. Then there's the house warming and this is a crucial scene because Eliott has to explain something, and the audience is learning something. That this is the 2nd house warming and the 1st had to be cancelled. Eliott starts to explain himself and it's same feelings in regards to the mental illness again. Maxence plays it like Eliott is so fragile, that he's vulnerable and embarassed, and it oozes out of him. That Eliott finds it hard to go to that place where he has to talk about his mental illness. We see Eliott struggle to get the words out, look over towards Lucas, Lucas quietly reassures him and then steps in when he senses that it's too much. We see Eliott curl into Lucas in gratitude and like a child who needs comfort. And again it tells you that Eliott is very affected by his bipolar. That it's a huge effort for him to confront it and even talk about it. And now you see how it's such a focus in regards to power and agency over himself, the fear of not having it, how he can help others and how he frames it in his love with Lucas.

"And i have Lucas...i can't lose this"

That this is the crux of everything. That all the fears, insecurities, feelings are rooted in his SKAM. And we further see this explored as we begin to see the domestic scenes between Elu. How Eliott doesn't seem to be around the chaotic boygroup like the fanbase thought he would. And that's an issue because we have to admit to ourselves that we built Eliott up in a certain way, and we expected him to integrate with the gang, but the show naturally evolved Eliott the way the character is at his core. And that is why his spirit animal is a raccoon (curious, intelligent, friendly, mischievious, nocturnal, wild at heart, will lash out if threatened or cornered, wears a mask said to protect against night glare) basically Eliott is at heart a wild creature, that he goes off at night exploring, that he's chaotic in nature and a lone wolf. That he gravitates towards situations and behaviours that reflect his inner nature. That is who Eliott is.

So we see a lot of chaos and loudness in the boygroup centered in Elu's appartment in early S5. Lucas joins in and they scream over social media, and they literally hangout there all the time. After the party they stay the whole weekend, and Lucas does eventually say guys c'mon not tonight it's date night with Eliott. But you're shown basically that they do it alot. And probably more hangouts happened off screen. Crucially you're shown Eliott is not there joining in on the chaos. And in S5 the boygang were dialed up in energy and i don't think that's a coincidence at all. They were so much that even i felt over stimulated. Now like i said i do think this is important for Eliott and important to his arc. He told Lola that he needed something for himself in the urbex and that he needs to be by himself and breathe. I can attest that people who suffer from mental illness need to get the fuck away sometimes. That the mind becomes chaos and over stimulated and you need to recharge your batteries in a safe space. I believe, and i think S6 is showing this, that this is what happened with Eliott. That it was too much, and in his own love nest, so he left Lucas to do what he wanted with his beloved friends, never kicked up a fuss and just went and did his own thing e.g. urbex and otteli. That he found peace in this natural art environment channeling his raccoon and made it a safe space. And that now Lucas is shown hanging out a lot with the boygang and Eliott is otteli the extreme urbexer. I also believe that this may come up between them as part of minute par minute. That they may be letting things slide on both sides for fear of upsetting the other. In S6 Lucas was hanging out with the boygang sans Eliott and Eliott was alone and able to go help Lola at a crucial moment. Lucas is out of the loop as he was away and that caused conflict between Elu the next morning. I think all of this will finally come to a head in the following weeks.

At one point under all the fanbase jokes and memes about Eliott and Lucas being adoptive parents to these idiots. It start's getting serious, because we find out Eliott has been going through a depressive spell. And while all this shit was happening too. That he was probably going through one as far back as the house warming, and put a brave face on. That him waking up at 3pm was part of it or even a hint to Otteli urbexing. But they show you that the boys wake him up. That he's not part of the meeting but joins later.

And then another scene that sets up Otteli the raccoon urbexer. He brings the gang to an abandoned building. This is the confirmation of what the fanbase always suspected about Eliott. That he has an urban exploration hobby. With La Petite Ceinture it was debated that Eliott liked to explore the Parisian underbelly in S3 but it wasn't expanded on. Now we see it. And Eliott brings sprays and they graffiti and have fun. This sets up so many things e.g. urbex, otteli tag, street art and the expression of art as a seasonal theme focussed on Eliott. This clip is about Arthur but now looking back it's actually Eliott. It sets up his hobby, how he helps people using art, how specifically he expresses himself through art, his secret identity, and his passion for urbex. All in this little clip. To add he's already tagged the building, probably when he found it. He uploads graffiti insta art that day of him in practice. Once again it's positive art and it's a beautiful flower. And in S6 we see all this. Eliott as an artist is a direct contrast to Lola and when Lola expresses herself through art it reflects through damage and breakage, ugly and negative depressing photography. I believe this is a theme and we see it with Lola and Eliott. Eliott will use his art to help her and seeing how he expresses love and connection through art e.g. polaris, love mural, friendship mural, possible art we have yet to see. Lola will change her view of not only the world but of how she expresses herself artistically. I do believe that is a theme of S6.

Then Eliott goes away for a few weeks. Lucas is asked about him and he lets the audience know that Eliott is struggling with his mental illness and lucas can do nothing but love him and wait. The week after Eliott posts on insta a cuddle selfie with the caption 'spring of the senses' and a hedgehog emoji. This tells us that Eliott is out of his depressive spell, that he's grateful for Lucas and considers it a rebirth. Again we see that Eliott's MI is ongoing and doesn't just get fixed in this relationship. We see Lucas's maturity with Eliott's illness but we also see hints that this mental illness is a weight on the relationship. That Eliott has sorta hinged the love on his mental health. That there's a theme in S6 right now of Eliott trying to lead Lola out of the darkness that he once found himself in. That Eliott himself was led out of the darkness by Lucas but there are now issues of agency and capability. That he fixates on this sorta 'saviour complex' maybe, and it'll be something very important for his rock bottom moment. Maybe Eliott must face and save himself this time to bring his arc full circle.

There are little hints which i don't think are accidental for Elu in S5. One of them is Lucas being late to the laser tag. Now i must stress Lucas is never late. That's Eliott's department, and the fanbase picked up on it. And i think it was to hint at Elu issues. Also when Lucas has his outburst at Arthur on Valentines, and Arthur rips into him. If you look at Lucas you see that he goes to say something, like he's trying to explain something but stops and doesn't continue. And the way Axel plays it is like Lucas looks stressed and strained. Again i don't think that's an accident at all. There's issues at home clearly.

Then Eliott shows up for the holiday. And he rents and drives the van for the gang. We see Elu domestic and in love, and again a pattern, as once again in S6 they'll fight but make up being all cuddly again. We see it when Eliott posts a love declaration to Lucas 2 days after their big Idriss fight in S4, we see it in S6 when they fight and then post a couples selfie later on. And it's probably hinted at here. They fought in the background at some point and are now super in love. So the show is depicting that they'll argue and still love each other. But it's also depicting issues being pushed to the side so they can be in love again (love bubble).

Ok, so Eliott is super happy and bouncy sunshine just loving life and Lucas. At one point he falls in love with a bunny he names Fifi. Now we see this is a habit as he also fell in love with a chocolate labrador and tried to steal him in the past. So Eliott just responds to vulnerability with affection and adoption e.g. lab, fifi, taking lola under his wing. For all his demons we see Eliott has a lot to offer the world. He's just well meaning and cares. Lucas gives into his pleading which is cute and then Fifi is killed and Eliott is heartbroken. So we see he gets attached to things and he puts a lot into that attachment. And when it backfires it hurts. Now i don't know if this is true but someone from that group chat leaked that Eliott was supposed to have an episode but it was cut. If true it again highlights how stressors can make Eliott spiral and he may spiral again (S6) but again i don't know if that S5 spiral is true, so i'm not gonna go further into that.

So then there's the cheating conversation and Eliott gives his view and then answers Bas's question. He's aware of what he did to Lucille. He says he's not proud of it but he emphasises Lucas's importance to him. He does it again in S6 and he's hinged his mental health on it which is crucial. Again it's just Eliott being Eliott. A hipster view of humanity, and not really judging anybody in particular. Just a general statement of the human condition. I just feel it's Eliott wanting to see the better in everything and not label anyone specifically.

You do see though that oblivious nature to Eliott's perspective. Like he says this around Lucas who has huge abandonment issues. Now i must stress it's not Eliott's fault because Lucas shows with Arthur later on that he hasn't confided these fears in Eliott. So Eliott is kind of blind here. Like he's playing with Lucas's hair. He's not even talking about their relationship. So i feel bad for the attacks that happened on Eliott. But it sets up how Eliott being friends with Lola is going to lead to miscommunication and mistrust. And it's setting up when Lucas comes clean to Eliott about his fears how puzzled Eliott's going to be, how on another page Eliott is. And it's setting up Eliott finally declaring to Lucas himself how much he means to him.

Then as Lucas is talking to Arthur about Eliott, Eliott bursts in early in the morning super sunshine giving zero fucks cuddling and kissing Lucas. And it shows that divide right in front of Arthur. How Lucas is like all worried and stressed over Eliott straying and then a second later he's all loved up and happy and just pushes that shit to one side. Like Lucas literally turns it off and on in this scene. And Eliott has no idea his boyfriend feels like this. This is the definition of the love bubble. And look at how well Lucas's hides this. That scene shows it all. It also sets up Eliott having a friend in a girl (Lucas and pansexuality) and Lucas fearing that Eliott will find something better and leave Lucas, it sets up the movie spoiler and how Lucas will take it, and it sets up the abandonment issues coming to the forefront in S6. It sets up them both understanding just how much they've been afraid to share and it sets up them trying to keep the relationship in the honeymoon mode. They're basically afraid to be real.

Last we see of Eliott he is back in that building and partying and vibing being Eliott. He then paints another mural. This time it's a friendship mural. And cements Eliott's art being used as a theme for the season e.g. S3 love, S5 friendship, S6 connection (upcoming theory). He is used to wrap up Arthur's themes and motifs in his season (Arthur fixated on space and the cosmos and using his insta to reflect the vacumn and loneliness of being HOH) now Arthur is among this huge cosmos grounded through the connection of friendship. It sets up the completion of the gang being at the forefront of the show, it shows the importance of them in each others lives. But crucially it shows Eliott seperated from that. So it is here where we see that Eliott doesn't include himself in the mural. This is Eliott establishing himself as a lone wolf on the periphery of connection. That he also has a perspective because he's on the periphery of the group, which serves him in S6 and connects him to the story. That he's not insulated, so can navigate the bigger picture. Can see what the group can't. It also sets up no matter how deep the demons run in Eliott he can still see love, positivity and connection in the world. That he gives back through his art. So the friendship mural was a gift to the gang and because he loves Lucas and knows the place the gang have in Lucas's life. And he has never interferred in that, or felt threatened. We see how Lucas looks at him and the gratitute and love coming from him.

Then Lucas posts an insta of him and Eliott in front of the mural holding hands. We see that Lucas has brought Eliott into the mural to say you're important to me too. But we see that he's there through Lucas and not because he belongs there. We see that Eliott doesn't feel a place in this group. That he'll be at the big events but other than that Eliott may be yet to find his place, or it could just simply be that Eliott forms small connections and not big ones. And now in S6 with his friendship with Lola and what he said in the church about not being comfortable around people? I took that to mean large groups and i took it to mean Eliott expressing himself with his MI and largely being an introverted person, as introverted people can be drained by their environment.

Finally i just wanted to address what Maxence said in the recent interview about. "He's lonely" first of all i was sad because i feel deeply for Eliott, but i'm also trying to work out what this means. Does he mean Eliott's lonely right now, or always has been? Is it to do with Lucas spending a lot of time away from him and it's caused him to try to find a distraction of his own? Is it to do with his introverted nature? Is it to do with him wanting someone to understand him? Is this his arc, to accept that's it's ok to be alone and not feel shamed, or is it simply his mental illness making him feel out of step with everyone? I haven't worked it out yet as you can see all the questions. But i may do a seperate post on this at some point. But i do believe right now it adds to the S6 themes of insulation v isolation.

My final post will be about Eliott and Lola's friendship. Thanks for reading. 💜

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