#seriously but that makes it extra hard to resist because i'm like “I could try i feel fine”

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Watch It — Pedroscar

"Not fucking happening."

Pedro chuckled, glancing at Oscar. "Hey, watch the language. No cuss words, remember?"

Oscar rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Seriously, Pedro? You’re really gonna nag me about that right now?"

Pedro shrugged, still in a lighthearted mood. "Just keeping you in check."

Oscar huffed, folding his arms. "Maybe you should worry about something else for once."

Pedro’s expression shifted, the joking tone fading. "Osc, what’s with the attitude?"

Oscar glared back at him. "Why the hell do you care? Just drop it."

Pedro’s voice grew firmer. "I’m not going to just drop it. What’s going on with you?"

Oscar clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.

Pedro stepped a little closer, his tone serious now. "Watch your mouth, okay?"

Oscar stared at Pedro, the tension between them thick. "Fuck off"

And then Pedro knew exactly what Oscar was doing.

He stepped forward, crowding right into Oscar's space and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back so the Aussie was kneeling slightly, having to look at him as he towered over his boyfriend.

"Do as I fucking say, Oscar," he said, voice dangerously low.

Oscar stared back up at him, defiant expression betrayed by the clear excitement in his eyes. "Make me."

"Nasty little thing," he spat, pulling harshly on Oscar's hair again and leaning down over him. "Listen, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm going to go speak to Zak Brown, since you've given up your only chance to act right, and you are going to take your ass home, undress except your boxers, and you're going to wait for me like that. And you are not to touch yourself, and you know that I will know if you have, you fucking hear me?"

Oscar visibly shivered at the hard edge in Pedro's voice. "Fine."

"Can I say- " Pedro put a hand at the base of Oscar's throat, a shadow of a hold with just enough pressure that he could tell the driver was getting wet in his trousers over it. "Do as I say. Go."

He let go of Oscar's hair and neck at the same time, unable to resist the urge to give him a sharp little spank as he turned to walk away. Oscar glared at him, feigning indignation, and stalked out of the room, leaving Pedro alone with his now extremely tight trousers to think over exactly how he was going to put Oscar in his place when he got home. The Aussie was going to enjoy this more than he would community service.

Half an hour later, Oscar was laid out on their bed exactly as Pedro had told him to be, wearing nothing but Pedro's favorite pair of boxer briefs that Oscar had stolen out of his drawer just for this occasion, knowing that having taken something of Pedro's without asking would be extra cause for punishment.

He rubbed at himself impatiently through the fabric, his thoughts on how Pedro would react once he got home — how rough the Spaniard would hopefully be with him considering how he was acting.

Oscar closed his eyes and sighed; he was hard and dripping wet, leaving a spot he knew Pedro would see as soon as he looked at them when he got home. He'd been dying for this since the day they'd talked about doing it and had decided that morning that he couldn't wait any longer. A flutter of anticipation rippled through him just knowing he had broken rules — serious or not — on purpose and that he was about to get caught and punished for it. He rubbed himself a little harder, just to make sure the wet spot would be nice and visible.

After what felt like hours — but was only about ten more minutes — he heard Pedro's keys scraping in the lock and the front door opening. He sat up on the bed, trying to arrange himself to look both sexy and defiant.

He settled for leaning back against the pillows with his legs closed and bent to one side, hiding the damp spot he knew had appeared by now.

Pedro was apparently feeling just as impatient as he was, as he was quickly striding into the room, boots and jacket still on.

He looked Oscar up and down, gaze both scrutinizing and hungry. "Why're you sitting like that? What're you hiding?" He said, eyes focused on Oscar's crotch as he quickly pulled his — Oscar's — jacket off. "Couldn't stay out of my drawers either; nasty. You've been wearin' those all day, haven't you? Just takin' my things without asking?"

Oscad pulled his bitchiest face and refused to say anything, throbbing as Pedro pulled his boots off, sacrificing grace for speed. "Disobedient. Spread your legs."

Oscar huffed a sigh, keeping his legs together as he extended them back out in front of himself.

"That wasn't a suggestion, Piastri," Pedro said, standing firmly at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. "Legs. Open. Now"

Oscar's expression flickered as he felt a flare of deep-seated desire to be punished and finally, bitchy face back in place, he spread his legs out wide, putting the wet spot he'd intentionally rubbed into the fabric on display.

"Called you disobedient too soon," Pedro said, walking around one side of the bed and bending over him to look more closely at it. He pressed a firm hand onto the inside of Oscar's thigh to hold him open wider, using his other to touch the wet spot, shaking his head.

"Little brat can't keep his hands to himself, gonna have to restrain them for him," he said, opening up the drawer of the beside table and pulling out a small box.

Oscar held his breath as Pedro took the lid off; they'd ordered this together but he'd promised not to look until they were using it. He let out a breath and felt himself pulsate as Pedro took out the black leather collar, thick silver chain, and two leather cuffs held together by a thinner chain.

Pedro picked up the collar and inspected it for a moment, looking down at it with enormous smugness before flicking his eyes up to Oscar. "On," he said, turning it so that Oscar could see the back, which in large gold metal letters read 'Pedro's.'

Using all of his self control not to moan like a whore at being told to put on a collar with his boyfriend's name on it, Oscar stared right back at Pedro as he took the leather and placed it around his neck.

"Thats fucking right," Pedro said, self-satisfaction dripping off every syllable like molasses. He grabbed each ring at the end of the collar and jerked Oscar forward with them. "Now put the chain in," he said, nodding at the thick chain on the bed between them.

"Hmph," Oscar spat as if he didn't want to. He kept staring defiantly up at him as he picked the chain up, fumbling slightly as he threaded it through the two metal rings, leaving each end to dangle freely.

Pedro released the collar, trailing his fingers down either side of the chain and taking each of the clasps in one hand as he reached the bottom. He stared Oscar down for a silent moment before giving the chain a short, sharp tug, forcing the collar to tighten.

Oscar couldn't help it, he gasped at the sudden light pressure around his throat, throbbing at the feeling of giving Pedro so much control over him. He let out just a hint of a whine when Pedro hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head further up while he looked down his nose at him.

"Begging to be broken," he said, accent infecting his words in the way that never failed to get Oscar soaking in his pants. He loosened his grip on the chain as he picked up the cuffs, letting them hang off one finger and holding them out to Oscar. "On."

Oscar hesitated for a second before snatching the cuffs up, the thin chain connecting them just long enough that he was able to get them both on himself. His breaths came quick and shallow as Pedro took his time clipping each end of the heavier chain onto one of the handcuffs, securing them so that any downward pull of Oscar's hands would force the collar tighter around his throat.

"There we go," he said, pulling at the section of the chain at the collar, loosening it while forcing Pedro's hands up towards his neck. "Restrained like you fucking deserve. Come sit on the edge of the mattress."

With a huff and an eye roll, Oscar scooted to the edge of the bed, holding his hands stiffly in front of his chest to keep the collar loose. He kept his face carefully arranged in a careless sneer while Pedro reached back into the still open drawer and pulled out a curved, purple vibrator with a magnet on the back. It was about two and a half inches long, like a flattened out crescent moon, and Oscar knew exactly what Pedro was going to do with it.

"Spread your legs," Pedro instructed, knocking one of Oscar's knees to the side with his own to make a point. The boy did as he was told, looking up at his boyfriend impatiently.

Pedro took his time disconnecting the magnet from the back of the vibrator, unnecessarily fidgeting with it for an extra moment before taking the toy between his first two fingers and slipping it beneath the waistband of the red boxers, chuckling when Oscar squirmed as the still-off toy rubbed along his dick. "Yeah, impatient for it, aren't you, amor?" He taunted, getting it into place and sticking the magnet on the outside of the panties to hold the toy in place. "Trust me, you got a lot more waiting to do."

"Says you," Oscar spat, hips wriggling a bit despite himself at the new friction of the toy.

Pedro slowly leaned forward until his lips were hovering over Oscar's, placing a finger on the thin chain connecting the soft handcuffs and gently pushing it down, giving Oscar just a little bit of pressure around his throat again. "Yes, Piastri," he said, all confidence and surety. "Says. Me."

Oscar let out the smallest hint of a whine; he absolutely refused to break this early on.

Pedro breathed a laugh. "That's right, good and ready to be punished. Nasty thing." He leaned back, picking up the small clicker control for the vibrator. "You'll get what you deserve when I say so."

Oscar feigned a small struggle against his restraints, impatient and acting like he wanted to take control back from Pedro.

"You alright?" Pedro said, giving Oscar a more meaningful look.

Oscar nodded, face open and sincere. "Yes, definitely."

Pedro nodded back, holding the control for the vibe up. "Good," he said, giving the button a slow, purposeful click.

Oscar lurched forward and curled in on himself a bit; the stimulation was practically heaven after waiting for so long but fuck this was the lowest speed and they were only just getting started -

"Feels good, does it, amor?" Oscar tried to clamp his legs shut to force the toy up against himself harder but Pedro quickly moved between them, keeping them open. "Answer me, Piastri."

Oscar squirmed again, desperately rocking his hips forward to chase further friction. "Yes," he admitted, still doing his best to look defiant and like he wasn't enjoying himself too much.

"Yes, what?" Pedro prompted.

Oscar stayed silent for a beat, pushing the boundary of what if would take for more punishment.

Pedro held up the clicker again, this time as a warning. "Oscar."

"Yes, sir," Oscar said, practically spitting out the honorific as if it meant nothing to him.

"Better," Pedro said, lowering the clicker and setting it down on the bed. "Think I'll take my shirt off, hm? Bit hot in here."

Oscar watched hungrily as his boyfriend made a small production of slowly untucking his t shirt and pulling it up and off over his head, tossing it carelessly over towards the clothes hamper. "Lovely when you listen," he said, putting a finger until Oscar's chin to tilt his face up, "now I wanna see you work harder. Get yourself there for me."

"Hmph," Oscar huffed, face recalcitrant even as he did as he was told, trying to angle his hips downward to push it against himself harder.

"Good lad," he said, picking up the control again and with another click upping the speed, giving a small smile when Oscar's whole body jolted at the sudden change, hips stuttering while he smeared slick deeper into the fabric of the briefs and all over the singular ridge in the center of the vibrator.

Pedro just kept staring down his nose at him, forcing his chin up, calmly watching as his brat did exactly as he was instructed to, slipping closer and closer, hands squeezed tightly into fists still held stiffly at his pecs, collar loose around his throat. Oscar felt it coming on already; he was far more worked up than usual from the build up of being allowed to act out and knowing he would be punished for it -

"Tell me when you get close," Pedro said, cocking his head slightly to the side as he considered Oscar.

"F- fuck, I'm- I'm fucking close, you- "

With a quick raise of his hand and click of the remote Pedro shut the vibrator off. "Stop," he demanded, pulling his hand out from under Oscar's chin. The Aussie let out a loud, indignant whine, hunching forward again as he throbbed at the abrupt end to the sensation.

"Look at me," Pedro said, unbothered by Oscar's irritation.

When he saw the older man's head turn further away he knew only one thing would make him listen.

SLAP.

It practically echoed through their bedroom, the first thing he noticed on Oscar's face as he looked up was the deep red mark already lingering on his skin

"See, was that so fucking hard, bitch?" He started undoing his pants, taking a step back from the edge of the bed and the taller man. "On your knees."

Oscar took his time shuffling forward, distracted by Pedro's newly exposed bulge, and apparently that was too slow for his boyfriend, who used one fluid motion to hook his finger around the chain between the cuffs again and give it a short, sharp yank.

Oscar moaned loudly at the sudden constricting of the collar around his throat, eyes fluttering shut at the medium pressure.

"Oh that feels good, doesn't it sweetheart," Pedro said, leaning forward so that his smirk was hovering right over the gasps slipping out between Oscar's lips. "Yeah, I know what you need. You can have it if you learn how to behave like a good boy and take your punishment. What do you say? How bad do you wanna suck me off?"

He let up on the cuffs to make sure Oscar could speak comfortably. "I- I wan' it," he said, defiance in his voice weakened to a mildly protesting tone.

"How badly, amor?" Pedro let go of the cuffs entirely to put his fingertips back under Oscar's chin, softly sliding his hand down the front of his throat to toy with the slack of the heavier chain in the collar. He loved feeling larger than Oscar who — in every way — was larger than Pedro. "Good boys use their words and ask for what they want."

"I- I want it," Oscar repeated, "I want it and I want it now."

Pedro shook his head. "I'd hardly call that askin' nicely; try again, baby."

Oscar bit back a moan as he slowly pulled on the thicker chain, getting just enough tension that his bound hands started to move up towards his collar bones and the collar pulled him forward. "I want it now- sir," he whined, a mix of demanding and needy.

"Better," Pedro said. "Not perfect, but we'll get you there. Now do as I said, on your knees. Since you want it so bad," he taunted.

Glaring up at him, Oscar did as he was told and dropped off the edge of the bed onto his knees, licking his lower lip as his eyes flicked between Pedro's face and the tent his erection was making in his boxers.

"Sweet," the Spaniard teased, running his fingers through Pedro's hair. "See, you know how to behave."

"Ugh," Oscar huffed and rolled his eyes. Pedro's fingers tightened hard in his hair and brought his face forward to practically smash into his clothed hard on; Oscar moaned and opened his mouth immediately, dampening the fabric with a long, hard lick over the underside of Pedro's dick.

"Bad boy, talking back," Pedro chastised, "gonna have to fuck that rude little mouth of yours to teach you some manners."

Oscar moaned shamelessly into Pedro's cock, still mouthing at it like a popsicle through his pants; he'd been dying for Pedro's dick down his throat all day.

"Pull them down," Pedro demanded, yanking Oscar back by the hair. The older man let out a hard exhale of pleasure as his scalp burned from having his hair pulled so hard.

He reached up and pulled down Pedro's underwear, practically drooling at how heavy his cock hung in front of his face, leaning forward with an open mouth but finding himself being tugged sharply backwards by the hair again.

"What do we say when we want something?"

"Fucking give me-"

Oscar gasped and almost gagged when Pedro jammed his free thumb into his mouth and pressed down hard on his tongue. "Try again."

"Hnnggghhhhhh," Oscar whined around the hand prying his mouth open, looking up at his boyfriend with something hovering between bitchy irritation and genuine pleading.

"I said, try. again," Pedro said, forcing his head back by the hair until Oscar was looking directly up at him.

Oscar gave his first pout of the night. "Hhhleaahhhh?" he managed around Pedro's thumb.

"One more time for us, love," Pedro said, letting up on Oscar's tongue to let him talk more easily.

Oscar paused. "Pleathze?" he said more clearly.

"Much better," Pedro praised. Keeping Oscar's mouth held open for another moment, he pulled him forward and, one hand still tight in his hair, fucked almost his entire length into Oscar's mouth.

Oscar took every inch with greedy enthusiasm, straining forward further to try and get it further back into this throat.

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling hard on his scalp, and Pedro pulled his hips back ever so slightly. "You'll get more if you keep acting right," he said calmly, death grip holding his boyfriend's head in place as he started slowly fucking in and out of his mouth. "This is enough for now."

Even after as long as they'd been together Oscar still had to fight not to gag on just how big Pedro was; he was only three quarters of the way in but his tip still teased just down Oscar's throat on every thrust.

"Nice and quiet now," his boyfriend hummed. "Let's see how well you hold together for me with a bit more from my briefs."

Oscar's composure slipped as Pedro clicked the vibrator back on, gagging on his cock. Pedro took the opportunity to fuck further into his face, tip slipping all the way back until the end of Oscar's nose was just barely touching his bush.

"Good fucking boy," Pedro growled, "gonna fuck your throat harder 'til you've learned your lesson about mouthing off at me, sí? You ready for it?"

Oscad tried to reach out to grab at Pedro's thighs but was stopped by the chain tightening the collar around his throat, moaning at the tightness combined with half-choking on Pedro's dick.

"Trying to choke yourself, hm?" Pedro asked, pulling all the way out and forcing Oscar's hands back up to loosen the collar again. "Good boys ask their daddies permission first. Be a good boy now."

Heaving a few breaths at suddenly being able to breathe again, Pedro's hips jerked and he squeezed his thighs shut to force the vibrator up harder onto his dick. He took one last deep breath to try and steady himself.

"Please," he finally said, voice a bit thin from the way the younger mans cock had been shoved down it.

"Please what?" Pedro said, lazily stroking himself and holding up the vibrator control again.

"Please daddy," Oscar said quickly, not wanting the toy to shut off yet. "Please daddy let me choke myself a little."

"Aw, there he is," Pedro said. He patted Oscar twice on the cheek, making the boy scowl and harrumph. "Asking like a sweetheart. Just be careful, ey?" He loosened his grip on Oscar's hair for a moment. "You remember the sign for stop?"

Oscar nodded and held both his hands up, palms towards Pedro's legs, and closed his fingers into a full-hand pinch.

"Good," Pedro nodded. "Now open up."

No sooner did Oscar open his mouth back up than Pedro was ramming back in, this time fucking fast and hard to the hilt, quickly setting a punishing pace as he used his boyfriend's mouth.

"Take it baby, just like that," he said, fisting Oscar's hair hard again and exhaling sharply every time he slipped back into his throat. "And don't you fucking dare cum, I know you get off on having your throat used like this."

He grunted at the way Oscar's whining made his mouth vibrate around his cock: "That's right, feels fucking incredible; little bitch getting punished like he fucking deserves."

Oscar started to whine harder and louder as he got closer to cumming, pulling the collar just tight enough on his throat that he could feel the added pressure just barely restricting his breathing. Pedro felt himself throb hard watching Oscar's eyelids fall shut while he squirmed against the toy between his legs, fuck they were both close from enjoying this so much, fuck-

Oscar cried out again when Pedro suddenly pulled back out of his mouth, cock angry and rock solid and dripping with Oscar's saliva, and quickly clicked the vibrator off.

"Up on the bed," Pedro demanded, tugging on the heavy chain at Oscar's throat. "On your back for me, now."

Pouting, Oscar did as he was told and hurried up onto the bed, lying back against the pillows and looking furiously distraught. "Come on, I've been good enough, how much longer are you going to keep-"

"Enough." Pedro practically ripped the boxers that Oscar had made a sopping wet mess of off of him, pulled the vibrator off, and quickly stuffed them into Oscar's mouth as a makeshift gag.

"You can have that out when you're ready to stop talkin' back," Pedro said, shoving his own pants down to his knees as he climbed on top of his boyfriend, betraying how eager he was to keep going. "Gonna fuck this sweet little hole til you're beggin' me to let you get off."

Oscar was so slippery and wet from being edged so hard that the shorter man had no issue slipping inside him, getting halfway in on the first stroke. He let out an animalistic moan as he pulled out and thrust back in harder, grabbing his little toy by the hips for leverage as he bullied his way in, deeper and deeper.

"Gonna take every fuckin' inch of me," Pedro growled, watching as Oscar's cuffed hands bounced on his chest and his eyes rolled back, groaning deep and hard around the makeshift gag. "That's right; know how to act right once you're on your back with your legs open, hm? Ready to tell me you're done bein' a brat yet?"

"Mmm- mm-mmm," Oscar hummed out a protest, shaking his head no for extra emphasis.

"Nasty," Pedro chided. "Not to worry, I'll fuck that attitude all the way outta you."

Oscar's eyebrows contracted up hard as Pedro hoisted him up by the waist so that his ass was just hovering off the bed, wrapping his legs tightly around his boyfriend.

Pedro bent further over him, caging him in with his arms and pounding him so hard that the room was full of nothing but the lewd slapping of their skin, their heavy breaths and groans of pleasure drowned out by the ruthless fucking Oscar was getting.

"Hmmmph- hmmm," Oscar whined, tapping up on Pedro's chest.

The pre-arranged signal was promptly recognized; Pedro propped himself up on one arm and thrust all the way in again, grinding deep and hard until Oscar was twitching and gasping around the underwear again.

"Ready to tell me you're done talkin' back?" Pedro asked, running a finger over Oscar's lower lip.

Oscar nodded and whined, looking all too ready to give in.

"One more, hm?" Pedro reached down and put his fingers over Oscar's cock, waiting for the other's approval.

Oscar gave him a meaningful nod and Pedro started rubbing hard circles over his erection, twitching as Oscar clenched around him as he got closer and closer-

Pedro ripped his hand away when he could feel that Oscar was right on the precipice, savouring the almost tortured moan he let out and the denial.

He gently took the panties with one hand and slowly pulled them out of Oscar's mouth. "Say it."

"I... fu- god," Oscar struggled to catch his breath. "I'm done, I won't-"

"Come now, say it proper," Pedro said, tossing the panties to the side and grinding deep and hard up against Oscar as a punishing distraction. "Say, 'I won't talk back to daddy anymore.'"

"I won't- I won't talk back to daddy anymore," Oscar repeated, hips jerking desperately as he fought for more friction on his cock. "Please, I- I promise I won't talk back to daddy again, I promise-"

"Now that's a good fuckin' boy," Pedro said, "and good boys who don't talk back are allowed to get off."

The air was punched out of Oscar's lungs as Pedro started fucking him mercilessly again, yanking him up by the heavy chain at his throat so they were nose to nose. "Come on baby, say it, say it loud," he breathed, "tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"Y- you, you it- fu... yours," Oscar gasped out. "It's yours, GOD, YOURS- "

"That's fuckin' right it is," Pedro said, voice low and gravelly. "Wanna feel it cum for me, wanna feel you cum on me, come on baby get off for me now, right fuckin' now, wanna feel it-"

He was cut off by Oscar arching off the bed until only his shoulders and ass were still on it, tense and shaking while he came, eyes squeezed shut and choking on his own breath. Pedro dropped the chain and seated himself balls deep to grind up against his dick through it, trying to last until Oscar was finished.

"Please... please come inside daddy," Oscar said weakly as he started to come down. "Inside, please-"

That was all it took to tip Pedro over the edge: the sight of Oscar on his back, face flushed, eyes hazy, begging for his cum, bound in a collar with his name on it-

"Shit- shitshitshit-"

He barely managed to keep himself propped up as he spilled into Oscar's hole, chest heaving as he pushed their hips together as tightly as possible, wanting to make sure none of it leaked back out.

Oscar pressed his hands against his boyfriend's chest as much as he could with them still bound, watching his face while he finished deep inside him, wanting to commit to every last second of this to memory.

He waited until Pedro's body started to relax, watching him slowly blink his eyes back open, and reached up and put his hands on either side of Pedro's neck, pulling him down for a breathless kiss.

They stayed like that a moment, Oscar just kissing all over Pedro's lips and cheeks while the man struggled to catch his breath again. "It's okay, Osc," Pedro finally managed. "You don't have to-"

"I want to," Oscar said, unable to hold back any longer. "I want to, Pedro."

Pedro lowered his bodyweight onto Oscar at the words, covering him like a living weighted blanket. He used a hand to help open one of the cuffs to let Oscar's hands free, blinking as Oscar hurried to do the other on his own. He took the clip of the heavier chain himself, making Pedro slow down while he carefully undid the clasp and gently pulled it out through the collar.

Pedro found himself again watching Oscar's face, painted with care and concern and love as he eased the chain out and set the restraints off to the side.

Oscar put his unbound hands up on Pedro's cheeks, pulling him down for a real kiss, slow and soft. He hummed as he felt Pedro relax into him further, the deep pressure and shared heat grounding him in the present.

He let Pedro pull back after a moment, rubbing his thumb along one of his boyfriend's cheekbones.

"How're you feeling, amor?" Pedro asked him, leaning into the touch.

"Hm," Oscar said, almost amused by the question. "Very happy to be here with you." Pedro smiled back at him, closing his eyes as Oscar's fingertips traced over top his buzzcut. "How are you feeling?"

"Just... wanted to make sure it was what you wanted," Pedro said, once again looking at him with a tinge of concern.

Oscar pressed another soft, reassuring kiss to Pedro's lips. "It was perfect," he said softly. "That was exactly what I wanted. Was it what you wanted?"

Pedro pulled him ever closer, face pressed into the side of Oscar's neck. " 'nd more," he murmured against the beat of Oscar's heart in his throat. "You're incredible."

Wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his boyfriend, Oscar let him lie like that for a bit, chests rising and falling in a complimentary opposite pattern, until Pedro finally said: "What d'you think, shower? Bath? Want me to just clean you up here?"

"Shower," Oscar said right away. That was the only thing that hadn't firmly settled on with this plan, but now Oscar was aching for that type of intimacy. "Long as you're up for it."

Pedro lifted his head for another soft, loving kiss. "Absolutely."

Ten minutes later, Oscar was stepping into the shower that Pedro had insisted on warming up for him, not letting him get a word out before he was leaning into him and burrowing his head into Pedro's shoulder.

Pedro chuckled at the unexpected affection, pressing a kiss to Oscar's rapidly dampening temple as he started slowly massaging soap into his skin.

Oscar was extremely particular about what brand of soap he used where Pedro couldn't care less, so their bathroom was always kept well stocked with the 3-for-five packaging-free lavender soap that Oscar liked.

He inhaled the scent, calming and reassuring in its familiarity, while his boyfriend slowly cleaned him, top to bottom, inch by careful inch until he moved to set the bar down and wash himself-

"Please let me."

Pedro paused for a beat and then brought the soap back to place it in Oscar's waiting hand.

He kissed Pedro's scruffy cheek as he took it. "Gracias."

Pedro slowly relaxed under Oscar's touch, and although the boy moved a bit faster than he had, he was no less loving and his touches were no less treasured by Pedro than the Spaniard's own were by Oscar.

They spent a bit longer in the shower, Pedro making sure every little smudge and speck was gone, but not long after they were cuddled in bed, warm and quiet, Pedro gently massaging over where the cuffs had been on Oscar's wrists.

"They really were comfortable," Oscar remarked honestly. "The collar too; I'm almost surprised."

"Looked incredible on you," Pedro complimented him, kissing the back of one of his hands. "All of it. Fucking gorgeous with my name around your neck like that."

Oscar almost giggled as Pedro pulled him in to spoon him closer, kissing the side of his neck. "Pedro?" The Spaniard hummed "Can I swear again?" Oscar asked quietly.

Pedro gave one last gentle, sleepy kiss to the corner of Oscar's jaw. "Only if you do community service."

[pia-writes-things]

You don't realise how much you like hot and solid food until you can't eat it anymore and it's all you crave.

I know it's temporary, and I know if I eat even a little bit hot, I'll start bleeding but I'm really craving a hot tea rn. Or a hot chocolate. And mybe so warm soup or puree or something.

[lunarsprites]

16.5.24

Two days of notice. Lack of clear communication and preparation.

"You're not working, you have nothing better to do."

"Six-month anniversary? That's nothing!"

"You would be helping me a lot."

"Also it's Mother's Day."

"I'll give you the $300 I was going to pay the sitter."

I feel unseen in this situation. It's a recurring theme, pattern, that I've had struggles with in our relationship dynamic since I was a child. I am not resentful, I am not angry. I am feeling suffocated, and frustrated, and a bit sad.

I feel as though I have to choose words carefully when writing with concerns to my feelings, because certain terms are considered inflammatory and you may take it the wrong way, but I am not coming from a place of attack. I am trying to showcase my experience, my emotions, so you have a better understanding of why situations like these can be harmful to our relationship, and how these things trigger me.

Firstly, your use of guilt tripping in order to get me to go with the tone of voice you used when asking me to go with you and I had showed initial resistance and reluctancy and the phrases you used as well. I ended up saying yes to avoid conflict and to avoid disappointing you, once again; because we've been doing pretty well, and things have been pretty okay for a while now. I pushed away my deep discomfort of last minute plans and change of schedule in order to make you happy.

Routine is so important to me now. I have my routine in my safe space, I have a home. I like to have things scheduled ahead of time and prepare now. I've become organized with everything I do in life, because lack of structure and instability were two demons that crippled my life for so long, and I worked so hard to get to where I am now.

Not only that, but those two demons are symptoms of my ADHD, that also subsided considerably partially due to my Autism Disorder being unmasked more often. In which, I realized I feel safe when there is a consistent and predictable routine in place. I get overwhelmed when there is a lack of structure, or routines suddenly change. Inconsistency causes anxiety and frustration, which is often expressed in what you may see as "challenging behaviour".

I sacrificed my 6 month anniversary celebration, I compromised because I was under the impression it was only going to be 6 days away and I'd be back in time for the weekend and have my celebrations then. You may think 6 months is nothing, but to me, in my relationship, we take even small milestones seriously and celebrate them just as much. Because we value each other so much. So, something that to you seems "insignificant", to me, means a lot. I prepared three weeks in advance for this. I sacrificed that to go with you because being a few days late wouldn't bother my partner, and I could work around it, and I knew you'd appreciate me coming along.

To you, because I am not at a regular job, it's as though I "have nothing better to do". I have my set up at home, I an working to improve my skills and try to start a business by myself, even if it's going a little slower (because I don't want to rush things. I always rush, crash, and then burn). I started this journey and just dove into it with no knowledge, and for once I like this challenge I gave myself, it makes me feel like I'm in charge of my life and the only person I need to please is myself. I have my routine with what I am doing, and so to minimize what I do with my time like this, it feels really hurtful. I feel unseen when you make these comments.

"You can just bring your things here." To you, it may seem easy to just bring some things and I can do it anywhere. However, it really isn't as simple as you think it is. "Just get your boyfriend to ship the things here."

It's the principle of the matter. Taking my things whilst travelling would mean I need to pack a whole lot of fragile stuff, lug it all with me (when I say there is a lot of equipment and extras, I mean it). There is so much hassle in that alone. Then comes the discomfort of being in a place I am not comfortable in, that I do not know very well, and having to have an adequate area for me to work. There is the fact that the dog is around and his fur is everywhere, or he could ingest something accidentaly that's fallen on the floor. Then I have to pack it all and take it back and reset up everything that I already had spent hours on setting up and putting things in order. There are so many things that bring me discomfort.

Furthermore when you brush my discomfort aside, when you say I could deifinitely take things with me and it isn't that hard, or I just make it hard. It's like I'm expected to just scrap my sense of safety in order to do things because you would do it that way, or in order to please you. Safety in terms of stability, of being in an environment I know, permanency, etc. These are things that are important to me. Things I lacked so much of in my life and have finally begun to acquire.

I, in no way, want to use my diagnosis as a crutch or an excuse. It's extremely hard to navigate, because if I say things or try to explain how my autism or adhd impact my behavior, I fear you may see it as me excusing things. But I can't just dismiss them, because I have two neurological disorders that don't have cure. Yes, there is therapy, but therapy is to manage things, and I already do SO much, so much to mitigate and to control things, to assimilate to people who don't struggle with what I struggle with.

All I want is to be understood, validated, and seen. So please, try to understand where I am coming from, and see that all I'm trying to do is feel a little more seen. I'm not trying to make you the bad guy. I understand your intentions, it's the execution of things and the aforementioned points that made me feel the way it did.

[witch-hazels-musings]

I WOKE UP JUST IN TIME AAAAA

Can I request the tall boys (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya + anyone else you think you wanna add or change (except maybe Childe because I love him)) reacting to you having animal-like features (like ears and tail)

Or

What they would do if by some accident they themselves end up getting animal features (like fox ears and tail for Childe, cat ears and tail for Kaeya or Diluc, dragon features for Zhongli, etc) do they become clingy and display cat behavior of rubbing themselves on you? Something like that aaaa I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense it's my first time requesting

experiments gone wrong

(eehe these men *cough* zhongli *cough* will be the death of me) 

Warning -> sfw, fluff (kissing, character suddenly acquiring animal like features) 

Character X GN Reader | anthology 

Includes: Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli 

As an alchemist, you really should have remembered the most important rule -> don’t leave unmarked bottles out where people can drink them …

So you couldn’t be too surprised by the turn of events that followed

Childe 

He went to bed earlier than normal, but you didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps he had a terrible day and just wanted to sleep it off, there wasn’t any reason to pester him about it anyway. 

The next morning, you felt him slip out of bed, a yawn falling from his mouth as he made his way toward the bathroom. Turning, you claimed more of the bed and attempted to sleep just a little bit longer. That was until you heard a wild cry and shot up in an instant. You were already partially out of the bed when Childe burst into the room. 

He looked at you, you looked at him, and as your eyes drifted from his ears to his tail, you understood his reaction. 

“WHAT?” He shouted into the bedroom. 

Oh archons, to see him like this … you wished it was easier for you not to think about how adorable he was, but it was impossible. The soft ears that peeked from underneath his hair, the fluffy tail that didn’t know how to stop moving, and the frantic face he gave you were all just perfect 

“What happened??” He asked, running back to the mirror before returning his attention to you. Quickly, you made your way to his aid and did your best to calm him.

“I’m not sure, did you do anything strange yesterday?” You pulled his face toward you, cupping your hands against his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. 

“Not that I know of … uh, oh! I found this …” He reached for a small bottle on the bathroom counter and handed it to you. Shit.

“Did you drink this??”

“ … yes.” 

“CHILDE!” You burst into laughter, knowing it wasn’t the right time but also unable to control yourself. His expression was distressed and worried and, as best as you could, you tried to bring yourself back to calm. “This wasn’t supposed to be consumed …” 

“A-am I going to die?” 

“No, you’re just going to be, well, this it seems.” 

“How long??” 

“I don’t know, a few days maybe.” He dropped his head into his hands, his ears drooped and his active tail dropped toward the ground. Wrapping him in your arms, you offered him reassurance while trying not to laugh. “You’re very cute though.” 

You caught sight of his tail moving slowly back and forth and added more pressure to your hug. 

He found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, in addition to the extra features, he also was able to gain other advantages - his eyesight was much better in the dark, his sense of smell more keen, his agility top notch 

You were sure he had grown attached to them in the short time he had them - so when the option came for him to revert, you were sure it would be a tough decision 

Still - to keep him trapped like this, with features that weren’t his own - you didn’t want to be cruel 

“Here,” You put the bottle down in front of him. His ears perking up at the item and his fingers reaching to grab it. “All you have to do is drink that and everything should go back to normal.” You said with a slightly wistful tone to your voice. It was somehow sad to think these adorable additions leave would be gone soon. 

“What if it doesn’t work?” 

“I’m not sure. We will just try again if it doesn’t though.” Quickly, he took the cork from the lid and moved the vial to his lips. His ear twitched as he smelled the concoction. “I’ll miss this.” Resting your head in your hands you watched as he downed the liquid in one go. 

“It’s hard for people to take me seriously like this …”

“Did people take you seriously before?” You joked, winking at him. 

The next morning, he stirred in bed next to you, his hair brushing against your face and making you wake up before you wanted to. As your eyes adjusted, you instantly recognized what you thought was hair was actually ears and the giddiness of your heart jump-started you awake. It didn’t work -- oh no, guess you’d have to keep trying. 

Kaeya 

Waking up next to Kaeya was your favorite thing. It was an opportunity for you to be close to him, to witness his relaxed expression, and know that in these moments he trusted you over anyone else. 

So, when you woke and found him pressed against you, your hands absentmindedly began to run through his hair, over his shoulders, as you meandered your way into the waking world. There was something soft that flicked against your hand, but you pushed it away. It happened again, confused, mouth turning into a scowl and eyes rudely being pried open, you looked down to see what was making you irritated. 

You were wide awake when you saw the cat ears sticking out from Kaeya’s blue hair. They were richly shaded, deep blues with tips of white and perfectly placed on his head. Shifting, you tried to get a better view and the action made him stir. 

“Mmm, stop moving.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady. Tapping his arm, you tried to get his attention. 

“K-Kaeya …” 

“What is it?” 

“Do you feel okay?” You asked, your voice shaking and hands hovering over his ears. 

“I feel perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He kissed your chest before nuzzling back into his place. 

“You … you’ve got cat ears.”

He laughed and pushed your comment away. His legs moved under the sheets and you swore you saw something poke out from the bed. “You’re pulling my leg, I didn’t know you could be this funny so early in the morning.” 

“I’m not, see.” Stealing his hand you placed it on his head and watched as his fingers ran over the ears which were sticking straight up. When his eyes shot open and his hand began to move faster, pulling, tugging, examining the feature, you tried not to laugh as his confused expression turned into a slight panic. He shot up, his legs moving so he could sit on the bed but winced when he did so. That’s when the both of you saw the tail. 

“Hold on, let me get ready, just … don’t freak out.” 

You rushed around the room to gather up your items, your gaze continuously falling on the incredibly still, unmoving frame that was Kaeya. 

After calling on Albedo to come and offer assistance, only to find that the features would be around for a few days … Kaeya started to get more accustomed to them 

He was for sure rattled but bounced back rather quickly - in fact, the features seemed to get him even more attention than he had before and he found that the added bonuses were helpful when he needed them for his knightly tasks 

Not to mention it seemed he was more affectionate than normal, and not in the way he normally was, it was more in a … cuddly, interested, curious manner 

One evening, you found yourself reading over several books that Albedo had recommended and became rudely distracted when Kaeya pushed his way under your arms and nestled into your lap

“Hey there.” You called down to him, hand dropping to his shoulder as he nuzzled against you. 

“Give me attention.” 

You laughed at his pouting expression, his lips turned downward and ears twisting to show he could be trusted. “I’m currently trying to figure out how to fix this, I can’t do that if I’m giving you all my attention.” His eye squinted for just a moment before he moved more into your lap and nearly pushed the book in your hands onto the floor. “Kaeya!” The playful laughter that filled his ears was as tantalizing as the drinks he let touch his lips. 

“You can figure that out later. How can you possibly resist me right now anyway?” He asked, pushing against you until your back pressed into the couch and his hands weaved their way around your body. His hair tickled your face as he nuzzled into your chest and, even though his hips dug into yours, you didn’t seem to mind the closeness he was trying to find. 

“Okay. Fine, I’ll look into it more later.” 

“What excellent news.” He practically purred as he slid his way to your neck and let his body rest against you.

 Zhongli 

It’s been so long since he saw himself with such features - and, to be honest, he didn’t notice them for some time. It wasn’t until you returned and the items in your hands fell to the floor upon seeing him that his attention was captured

“Zh - Zhongli!?” You babbled, making your way to him and not knowing what to rest your eyes on first. Was it the pair of elegantly shaped horns that sprouted between his brown locks of hair? Was it the golden slits in his eyes that reminded you of the reptiles roaming around the rocky paths of Liyue? Or did you look at the scales that decorated his face in such perfect placement? 

“Has something transpired?” His expression was one of concern, but also one of disillusionment. Did - did he not notice? 

“Are you feeling nostalgic today?” 

“Not particularly, what makes you ask?” 

“Well … you look kinda like … I mean hold on.” You quickly disappeared down the hallway before returning with a small handheld mirror, one that Zhongli had purchased for you some time ago. Handing it to him, you waited until it started to register on his face the changes to his appearance, and that’s when you noticed the long claws which jutted out from his nail beds.  

“Huh, this is peculiar …” 

Sitting down across from him, you placed your hands on the table and watched as he examined the reflection of his face. “So you didn’t do this?”

“I must say that I did not, though It is rather pleasant to see …” His voice trailed off and you watched as he fussed with his hair, touched the horns on his head, and opened his mouth to check and see if - yup, he had canines much like a dragon too. That’s when it hit you. 

“Did you … drink anything strange?” 

The mirror found its place upside down on the table, his glowing eyes shifted to you as he took in your question. You let him think and finally, he gave you his answer. “I do recall there was a strange vial on the counter when I awoke. Ah - my dear, are you unwell?” He asked as your head dropped onto the table. 

The strangest thing about Zhongli holding these features was that he seemed … perfect for them and it was becoming quite the problem to hide

You were much too cautious that someone may discover who he really was with these pretty telling additions to his wardrobe, so you asked him to stay home for a while until you could get some answers

He didn’t seem to mind, and when you were finally able to gather up all the items needed to prepare an antidote for his condition, you were finding it very distracting to make the concoction at home 

The bubbling liquid warned you it was much too hot and so, with adept fingers, you turned the nobs and burners down so as to not overheat or scald the liquid inside. The aroma that filled your nose was … unpleasant to say the least, and so you finally succumbed to the need to wrap your nose in a clean cloth. 

Turning your back to the equipment, you made your way toward the drawer where the rags were kept but when your eyes caught sight of Zhongli standing by the window, you nearly fainted. 

He was wearing a robe, the material had slid down one of his arms and rested in the crook of his elbow. It gave you pause and allowed you to see the toned torso which was normally hidden by the layers of clothing he wore on a regular day. 

Since he found no need to properly get dressed, he had reserved himself to lounge about in clothes that felt ‘more suitable’ to him, as he explained. 

The light from the sun flashed across his chest, laid softly against his face, and illuminated the golden speckles in his hair - you wondered if it was because of the horns, perhaps they were reflecting the light and making him look ethereal in the warmth of the sun. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he looked beyond the window, almost as if he was yearning for something far beyond his reach. 

“I think I’m nearly done.” You explain, tying the towel around your face and returning, reluctantly, to the concoction behind you. 

As you began to spoon out the unnecessary ingredients until you were only left with the pure grade potion, you didn’t notice how he had moved to your side until the small vial was filled. 

“Here you -- oh!.” He stood right in front of you. His eyes were dangerous, burning, focused. “I didn’t see … you …” He reached around to the back of your head and skillfully undid the makeshift mask you had created moments ago. When it was off, he took the vial in his hands and placed it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “Are you … okay?” You asked, tracking the movements of his face as he leaned down toward you. 

His lips hovered barely over yours and the closeness of him made your heart flutter. “You are mine, are you not?” His voice rattled your bones from the intensity, it was oppressive and supportive all at the same time. 

“Y-yes?” 

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, “You belong to no one else?” 

“No …”

“Good.” 

It’s a good thing the instructions never said anything about, ‘consume immediately’ because you were very distracted for some time. 

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rated r

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader (Professor x TA Student)

Words: 5299

Warnings: Swearing. Oral (male receiving). Reciting poetry during sex because why not. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong people). Slight dom/sub elements. Very slight though. Mostly sweet smot. Creampie.

Based on this little headcanon.

Y/N: I literally just had a quick idea and I can't resist when someone tells me to write something so here you go. Some shameless teacher/student smot. Please please let me know how I'm doing in the comments and as usual, reblogs are always appreciated (if you're interested in rpf fanfiction). This isn't beta'd...Also, the poem recited here is by the one and only Chian Poet, Pablo Neruda. You can add yourself to the taglist(s) here.

He knows he’s been scrolling through the pages for too long but he can’t stop himself. Ever since he took the position, he swore that he’d only ever read the reviews turned in at the end of the year because he loved improving on his style. But this was different. This was a hell hole that he didn’t realize he could spiral so easily down from just one review. At first, Pedro thought that he’d go on it to see the more honest reviews of his courses and teaching. You could only write so much on the evaluations without feeling guilty and this was a proper and free resource.

What he didn’t expect was to find almost no criticism of his classes and pretty much every comment discussing his looks and what the student would be willing to do for extra credit. He thought he was on the wrong website at the beginning but nope, this was the right one. Like all other things, Pedro was slow at first but then some comments became real suggestive and he began to read between the lines. But no matter what he read and understood, he never seemed to get a handle on one specific type of comment which only consisted of one word.

He’s not sure what to make of it and the thought is brushed aside when he hears a knock at his door. Pedro looks up and sees you standing at his doorway, paperwork in one hand and phone in the other. He doesn’t know what prompts him to do so but he immediately shuts off his laptop and tries to calm down, hoping that he isn’t blushing too hard from what he’s been reading.

“I’m about to go get some coffee, want anything?” You ask as you scroll through your phone and look up when he says nothing. “Professor?” You raise an eyebrow at him when he continues to stare at you.

“S-sorry I um, no. No thank you. And for the millionth time, just call me Pedro.” He huffs in irritation, and frowns when you roll your eyes at him like you always do and shake your head.

“Sorry, not trying to get caught calling professors by their first name. Your friend takes that too seriously and I’d rather not annoy him any further. Anyway, I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Oscar told me you’ve been falling behind again with grades and I’m almost done with his stuff so swing by if you need to drop anything.” You wait until he nods in confirmation before walking out towards the cafe and Pedro can’t help but feel his annoyance grow when you leave instantly.

He looks at his door as if you’ll appear again, meditating on the issue he’s been having for a while now. Every time he tries to convince himself to tell you how he feels, he remembers how difficult things could get for you. Even though he wasn’t on your committee or anything, he still knew how people would react should you get caught with him. He swears underneath his breath and turns on his laptop again, anger only rising when he remembers what he was searching before you came in.

Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with these people? He cringes at more reviews and curses the fact that the website was anonymous. He closes the page and tries to get his mind off of the weird reviews for a bit, working through some of the quizzes until he notices how late it is. Shoving the rest of the essay quizzes in his leather bag, Pedro takes the folder filled with multiple choice and walks out of his office. He heads towards Oscar’s office and knocks on it a few times. When no one answers, he looks at his watch and sees it wasn’t late enough for you to leave yet. Taking out the spare key his friend gave him, he unlocks the door and steps in, eyes immediately following the light of the side room where you are. He shuts the door behind him and makes sure you can hear him walk towards you.

As soon as he walks in, you look up and smile at him, making grabby hands towards him when you notice the folder he’s holding.

“Knew you wouldn’t resist,” you laugh when he smiles nervously at you and stands there long after you told him you’ll get them back to him in a day or two. When he doesn’t move, you put your pen down and tilt your head to the side.

“Anything else I can help with?” You ask again, watching his eyes as they look around the room as if the answer was in here somewhere. But he never responds and instead, he puts down his bag and walks towards your couch. You say nothing as he sits back and stares up at the ceiling. As soon as he starts untying his tie and unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt, you knew something was off.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” You push everything aside and grab your coffee, taking a sip as you waited for him to finally acknowledge you.

“Can I ask you something?” Pedro asks and you can tell from his tone that this was something serious. You smile deeply and nod at him, a part of you hopeful for whatever he was about to throw your way.

“Of course!”

“So I overheard some students talking about this website where they leave reviews on their professors…”

“Oh no, did you go on ratemyprofessor?” You cut him off immediately and regret the little outburst because Pedro shuts his eyes and takes off his glasses to rub his face.

“S-sorry I- I’ll be quiet.” You wait patiently until he puts his glasses back on and looks up at you. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite place but you can tell from the way he’s ringing his fingers that he read something he didn’t like.

“Some of the reviews were helpful, really helpful. But most of them were, I don’t even know what to consider them and it’s been bugging me all day, especially one word that I kept on seeing over and over again.” His voice is low and you curse yourself for fixating on how beautiful he sounds, and frankly looks, as he sits on your couch and opens up to you about whatever this was.

“Were they rude? Did- did someone call you names or something?” You try to see if he’d tell you anything specific but he shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

“I don’t know.”

Realizing that he was probably annoyed and embarrassed that he was coming to you, you pick up your phone and kick your shoes away from below your feet before you take the seat next to him.

“Mind if I look through some?” You ask before you unlock your phone, looking at him until he turns his attention to you before you smile softly at him.

“Also, I hope you know that most of these are usually idiots trolling other students and the professors on campus. There isn’t any truth to them whatsoever and you need to ignore them because they’re sometimes by students who failed the classes and they’re just looking to give the professor a bad name so not many can sign up an-” The words die in your throat when you scroll down and read the third comment on his page.

Your eyes widen in shock at how forward the short sentence is and you decide to not look at Pedro as you read the rest of them.

As you scroll down, Pedro’s nervousness grows because with each movement of your finger, your eyes widen even further and your breathing either stops completely or picks up at a rapid pace.

The silence is deafening and when he can’t take it anymore, he asks you to stop because it only gets worse.

“These are...umm, wow. Very flowery language. And the imagination is just-”

“Please stop.” Pedro cuts off your rambling, knowing that he probably made things more awkward than necessary.

“Got it.” You take the last sip of coffee before putting the cup on the floor and tapping on your phone.

Pedro wants to ask you what you think of these reviews but he can’t focus on anything but your previous comment on how untrue the website mostly is. He was right, you probably didn’t think he was attractive after all.

You know that things will only get weirder if you remain quiet so you break the moment and hit him on his shoulder to catch his attention.

“What was the word you were confused by?” You ask almost hysterically and Pedro looks at you as if you grew a second head before he decides to answer you.

“There were some reviews that were alright but at the end, they’d just have the word ‘dilf’ or ‘big dilf vibes’ along with a smiley face and...well, I don’t know what that is or whether that’s a good or bad thing.” Whatever you were expecting him to say, this was probably at the last of the list and you almost choke on air when you see how genuinely irritated he is by this whole situation.

“Have you uhh, not looked this up or anything?”

“No because I don’t know what the fuck will pop up if I search that.” Pedro rarely swears and you’re caught off guard by how forign yet beautiful the curse word sounds falling from his lips. Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for the worst possible conversation you’ll ever have with him and try to sound as calm and collected as possible.

“Well, you see, the word dilf is an acronym and it usually refers to an older man who has children and- and is viewed by some as sexually attractive.” You hope this is the end of the inquiry but like all the other chats you’ve witnessed, Pedro rarely lets go of things until he’s crystal clear on them.

He’s quiet for a few moments and you dare to look up at him, only to find him blinking confusedly at the floor and narrowing his eyes almost in anger.

“What? I- I don’t even have kids, how does this make any sense and why do students think this is okay to write on the internet?” Pedro’s voice grows and he doesn’t realize he’s yelling until he looks over and sees you grimacing at him.

“S-sorry.”

“That’s okay, and like I said, this is what it usually refers to. People sometimes say it to men who’re older and are sexually attractive but don’t have kids...like you give off those vibes. Basically, you’re an attractive older man and that reminds some of fathers who are also on the older side and are still attractive. As to the other question, all I can tell you is, kids are dumb these days and they have no shame.”

“But what if other professors see this and start to think I’m a joke?” You can tell his fear is genuine and you shake your head immediately, taking his hand and squeezing it to get his attention as you calmed him down.

“Look, everyone knows this website is garbage. No one goes on there I promise, and you will be taken seriously. You have tenure too so I don’t see why you’re worried about this.” You wait until he nods in affirmation before you remove your hand. As you’re about to stand, Pedro asks you one more question.

“Wait, you said it’s an acronym?”

Fuck. When did you say that?”

“Uhh, yeah. Yes.” Pedro is looking at you like you have all the answers and you can’t help but find it the cutest yet sexiest look he’s possibly given you. He’s so vulnerable and the thought of offering comfort in a different way shakes you to your core.

“What does it stand for then?”

“Does it really matter I mean-” You try to end the conversation but Pedro only demands a little more roughly, and you almost melt into him at how firm his tone suddenly is.

“What does it stand for?” His voice is more serious and you swallow the lump in your throat before you tell him.

“It stands for ‘dad I’d like to fuck.’ But since you’re not a dad, it just means that they want to...fuck you.” You hope you aren’t being too crude for him and when you turn to meet his eyes, you find them much softer than earlier, perhaps even more relaxed.

He says nothing but continues to stare at you, a part of him wanting to ask you if you also thought similarly. When you don’t try to move off of the couch again, Pedro gulps and allows his eyes to take in your body language.

Something about you being comfortable in your office and taking off your shoes makes him wish he could kiss you but he brushes the thought aside and musters up the courage to ask you what’s been on his mind ever since he opened up the website earlier in the day.

“So do you still think there’s no truth to any of the reviews?”

The question catches you off guard and you can’t help but stare into his dark brown eyes to make sure this wasn’t a joke. He surprises you again and looks down at your lips, biting into his own lower lip before he turns his attention to you again.

“I- I um...I mean my opinion doesn’t really matter you know so-” You laugh nervously and try to break the tension but Pedro cuts you off again with a stern expression.

“Please…”

It’s a soft whisper but it shakes you to your core and you realize that perhaps this wasn’t as one-sided as you initially thought it to be.

“I think that you’re an exceptionally attractive man and that you’re somehow even more handsome when you start to rant about Latin American literature, especially Chilean poetry. I- I don’t think I’ve met anyone as knowledgeable about this topic as you and I wish I could audit one of your courses but I’d probably end up not paying any attention because-” You stop yourself before you can go any further but Pedro doesn’t give you the chance to grow quiet, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips to lay soft kisses on them before he urges you to go further.

“Because what hermosa?” His voice is hoarse and you can’t help but lean into him as you whisper those last confessions in the dimly-lit office.

“Because I’d be too busy imagining you reading to me your favorite pieces as I- I…” Pedro sees longing and reluctance in your eyes, reads in between the lines and makes a split second decision. He inches closer to you and slips his hands across your neck, pulling you into him and swallowing your surprised gasps as he molds his lips with yours. You’re shocked at the turn of events at first, not sure of how to react to his desperate touches. But as you feel his fingers twist harder in your hair, you can’t help but relax into him and return his kiss. He moans into your mouth when you part your lips for him, and pulls you in until you straddle his thighs.

You know you should stop and reconsider what the two of you are about to do but you can’t find it in yourself to care any less. Pedro somehow senses the reluctance in your touches and he breaks the kiss not a moment later. He doesn’t let go of you though and you shut your eyes for a second to collect your bearings.

“I- I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He’s first to speak and your eyes flutter open at the whispered apology.

“I liked it.” It’s the simplest three words Pedro has ever heard yet they do something to him and he realizes that it would break his heart if you asked him to let you go. When he says nothing and continues to stare at you, you clear your throat and try to get off of him. But the hold he has on you tightens further and he refuses to let you go, making you wish his gaze didn’t have this much control on you.

“Pedro?”

“I’m not your professor, I’m not even on your committee. But I know how this would look if- goddamn it. All I’m saying is, I don’t want to force you into anything but I- I’m willing to take the risk if that’s what you want.” He manages to say before his mind is scrambled with thoughts of you writhing underneath him and before he could tell you to forget he ever said anything, you lean forward and softly kiss him until you feel him physically relax beneath you.

“I do, I do want you.” You can’t help but smile as soon as you see those familiar dimples growing the longer he looks at you. There is a sudden shift in the air around the office and your smile slowly falls when you finally register just how much you want him. He says nothing as you get off of him and begin to strip. As your shirt and pants hit the floor, Pedro begins to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. He’s about to take the glasses off when you stop him.

“Please, keep them on.” Your plea makes him twitch in his pants and he doesn’t notice you getting on your knees until you move his hands away from his belt and begin to undo it yourself.

Pedro is mesmerized, unable to look away from you as you undress him and stare at him like he’s the most beautiful sonnet to have ever been written. His heart is close to beating out of his chest and when he you push his thighs open to make space for yourself, he finally snaps out of his haze and grabs for your hands.

“No wait you don’t have t-”

“Please...I want to.” You whisper to him and wait until he nods before you slip your hands underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull them down. You can tell he’s nervous from the layer of sweat forming on his chest and the way his fingers are itching to grab for something so instead of diving right into him, you lay your palms across his thighs and massage them until he begins to ease at your touch. Pedro doesn’t dare to look away from you and as you try to make yourself comfortable in between his thighs, his mind panics and he thinks you’re about to move away from him.

“No estés lejos de mí un solo día, porque cómo...porque, no sé decirlo, es largo el día.”

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --  because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

The words are spoken before he realizes what he’s doing and he watches as your chest rises and falls at a rapid rate with each word he moans to you. You recognize the poem immediately, having heard him gush about it during one of his seminars. But somehow, in the privacy of your office, the words carry a much deeper meaning to you and you lick your lips as you lower yourself down and kiss his navel.

Pedro almost jolts at the softness of your lips and he doesn’t bother to hold back as he pushes his fingers into your hair again, not to force you to do anything, only to ensure that you would remain near him where he could feel your heat caressing his skin.

“Keep going...please.” You ask him before you continue to kiss across where he’s begging for you and as he takes a deep breath to try and remember the next words, you firmly take his hardening cock in the palms of your hands and lay a kiss on the leaking tip. You keep your eyes on him and smile when you see his stomach clenching tightly. Kissing him one more time on the underside of his cock, you lick your lips and slowly inch his cock in your mouth.

“Mierda...y te estaré esperando como en las estaciones, cuando en alguna parte se durmieron los trenes.”

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station  when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Pedro is struggling to form a coherent thought but the warmth of your mouth drives him to continue. He wants nothing more than to return the favor and he realizes he is when he notices the way you suck on him and moan every time he recites a new verse to you. You shut your eyes to savor the heaviness of him in your mouth, not caring for how loud you’re being as his hold tightens around your hair. You could feel him thrusting in your mouth and you almost laugh because he’s so enraptured by you that he doesn’t know he’s shoving his cock deeper into your throat.

“No te vayas por una hora porque entonces...en esa hora se juntan las gotas del desvelo- oh fuck, fuck please baby I...you look so pretty, mouth full of my cock.”

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because  then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

He’s a moaning mess already and you finally pull off of him, smiling devilishly as you watch him stare at the trail of saliva connecting your lips with his cock. He clenches his jaw tightly and swears even more when you spit on sock and begin to jerk off the tip while you lean down and kiss his balls. It’s filthy and shameless but you don’t care enough, wanting to show him just how much you want him.

Pedro sits up and groans when he feels you lick and suck on his balls, hips jutting forward when you return your mouth to the leaking tip of his cock and massage his balls instead.

“Y tal vez todo el- el humo que anda buscando c-casa...venga a matar aún mi corazón perdido. Mi corazón...fuck!”

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift  into me, choking my lost heart.

Pedro screams when you surprise him and take his cock as far down your throat as you could and begin to swallow around him. The pressure of your throat muscles drives him mad and he falls back to the couch to try and stop himself from coming down your throat.

“Fuck baby baby please...I- I won’t last any longer. Come here,” Pedro reluctantly pulls you off of him, growling his need when he sees the mess you’ve made of yourself. He immediately pushes you into the mattress and shoves your thighs open, his chest quivering when he sees how wet you are for him.

“Is this all for me querida? You liked sucking my cock so much?” He asks as he licks his fingers and teases your slit.

“Pedro… I need you, just fuck me already.” The word is like a bucket of cold water and he hesitates when he realizes that he doesn’t have any condoms on him.

“Fuck wait, I don’t have any condom.” He sits back in disappointment, all the while massaging your thighs and keeping you close around him. “I- I’m on the pill and I’m clean...haven’t had any since I started this degree so-”

“Really? But you’re-”

“Jesus Chr- can you question my non-existent sex life later...I need you to fuck me, please.” You frown at him when he just stares at you, and he only catches up with what’s happening when you pull him by his hand until he falls on top of you.

“I’m clean too...a-are you sure mi cielo?” He asks one last time and prays that you don’t go back on your decision. When you cross your legs behind his back and force him closer to you, he turns his attention down your body and grabs his cock. You hold your breath as you watch him tease your entrance, letting it go when you feel him slowly inch his cock deeper inside you. It’s too much and not enough and you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally sheathes himself inside your walls.

“Oh god fuck bebecita you’re- perfect. Fucking perfect. Ay que no se quebrante tu silueta en la arena, ay que no vuelen tus párpados en la ausencia.”

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;    may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Pedro nuzzles into the crook of your neck and kisses your skin to help get you relaxed for him. You sigh his name over and over again, begging him to move when you feel him pulse inside you.

“Please...fuck me.”

It’s a short request but Pedro groans when he hears just how wrecked you are when he’s barely even touched you. He knows he won’t last long and he’s trying his hardest to not embarrass himself. But you feel too tight and too warm around him and he thinks this must be heaven because there’s no way anything so magnificent can exist on the earth.

The sound of your soft giggles fills his ears and Pedro pulls away to look at you, only to realize that he’s just said all of his inner monologue out loud in your ears.

“I- I don’t care if you’ll cum in a second Pedro...just fuck me already please. I’m- I need you.” You lean up and peck his lips before you slither your hand down your body and rub at your clit.

“That’s it, touch yourself sweetheart. Go on, let me feel you cum on my cock querida. F-fuck, no te vayas por un minuto, bienamada, porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos.”

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,  because in that moment you'll have gone so far

Pedro continues to recite to you, marveling at how much tighter you clench around him whenever he moans those sweet words to you.

He picks up the pace and shuts his eyes to avoid looking at how beautiful you are as you come undone beneath him. Your sighs and pleas are music to his ears and he questions again how he managed to catch your attention when you could literally have anyone you wanted. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Pedro lets go of the couch and wraps one hand around your throat, wanting nothing more than to feel your heartbeat sounding against his skin. He doesn’t squeeze hard to cut off your breathing but he does get a little rough when he sees how much you’re enjoying his harder touches.

“Oh fuck Pedro...you’re- you feel so good. So fucking good. I- can I cum? Please let me cum.” He’s surprised by the question but finds the prospect of you giving him power over your pleasure more of a turn-on than he cares to admit. Wrapping the other arm around your back, Pedro braces his foot on the floor and pulls you up on his lap, swallowing your moans as he begins to fuck up into you.

“Dame un beso...you want to cum? Then fucking kiss me...kiss me like you want- no, need me. Kiss me like I’m the only one made for you.” He doesn’t know what prompts him to say such things but when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, his lungs give out and his hold on your waist tightens.

You’re swallowing his growls and he’s sinking into your desperate pleas and as he thrusts into you a few more times, you feel yourself fall over the edge, cunt clenching around him so tightly you swore you’ve never felt so full before.

Pedro breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on your sternum, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm until he began to feel a strike of pleasure zap through his spine.

“Fuck oh god fucking shit I- que yo cruzaré toda la tierra preguntando, si volverás o si me dejarás muriendo.”

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,  Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pedro breathes out the last two lines of the poem before he cums, forcing you on his cock a few more times as he shoots his seed deep inside you. You shiver at the warmth spilling in your cunt and painting your walls, never once stopping from kissing across his skin as he slowly brings you down to the couch and refuses to get off of you.

The room feels much hotter than earlier and you don’t let up on your caresses until Pedro smiles at you. A fit of giggles breaks the silence and you can’t help but laugh even more when he frowns down at you.

“What's funny now?” Pedro asks as he maneuvers himself a little off of you.

“Your glasses are all fogged up...can you even see anything?” You ask jokingly and apologize almost instantly when he begins to tickle your neck with his mustache.

“Well someone wanted me to keep them on so,” Pedro takes them off and throws them to the ground before he begins to kiss down your chest. You sigh when he brings his lips to your hardened peeks and teases them with soft licks.

“I mean...I wasn’t sure if you’re able to see anything without them. Those dilf vibes you know.” You hold onto his hands so he doesn’t tickle you again but when he says nothing, you look into his eyes and hope he wasn’t offended by your words.

“Hmm, and yet you were the one begging me to fuck you.” Pedro whispers across your flushed skin and you hiss when he slowly pulls out of you and grabs his undershirt to clean the mess he made between your thighs. He clenches his jaw when he notices how much it pleases him that you’re filled with his cum and he hopes you don’t notice this slightly caveman-ish side of him. But you’re too perceptive for your own good and you sit up on your elbows and stare at him as he dabs at your wet skin.

“Thinking of becoming a real dilf...professor?”

The words make him freeze and he looks into your eyes with embarrassment.

“Not as vanilla as I thought then…” You wink at him and lean over to kiss him when you see how nervous he’s suddenly become. Pedro doesn’t dare to move a muscle as he watches you put your clothes back on and try to look presentable. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen now but when you throw him his clothes, he follows your lead silently and hopes that you’ll notice how new this is for him.

“I know a pizza place that’s still open...how about we order to-go and finish this off at your place.” The smile that takes over his features is almost boyish and you can’t help but pull him in for another kiss.

“Just so we’re on the same page, this isn’t a one-time thing...right?”

“Oh heavens no. You recited your favorite poem to me as you fucked me...no way I’m letting you go now...Professor.” You smile when he murmurs something in Spanish as he collects his stuff and walks out behind you.

“Keep that up and we won’t even make it to the pizza place.” Pedro warns as you lock the office door behind you and make your way through the empty hallway.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing!”

“Depends on what your opinion is on car sex.” Pedro winks at you when he looks over and sees the shocked expression on your face.

“How scandalous of you Professor Pascal.” You feign innocence and run ahead when you see him trying to catch you.

“Down girl.” Pedro warns one last time and he tries his hardest to stay serious but the smirk you hold for him makes him break and he shakes his head in anticipation of what you’re about to say to him.

“Or what...you’re going to punish me Professor?”

“Oh bebecita, you’re in for it now.”

Pedro Pascal (and any of his characters):

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[butteerfly]

— Dating bnha boys ♡

headcanons 🦋

(don't judge me, I'm so insecure that I'm using the translator 🤡)

WARNINGS: mentions of non-con, toxic relationship y aggressive attitudes (yeah, I stan villains)

katsuki bakugo; shoto todoroki; izuku midoriya; dabi; chisaki kai; shigaraki tomura

KATSUKI BAKUGO

hates yelling at you, he can never do it no matter how hard he tries

you are his girlfriend for a reason so you deserve all the kindness in the world

loves to cook so you can taste the food

and since you both like spicy, extra spicy couple !!!

teaches you to use the knife carefully, holding your hands from behind and with his chin on your shoulders 🥺

powerful couple, you always train together

hates the idea of ​​deku being your best friend but accepts it

you have to hug him first

don't forget to hug him

In private he is very affectionate, but in front of your friends he only holds your hand.

possessive boy

If you don't talk to him for a whole day, thinks you're going to break up with him

is insecure with your relationship, but you fix everything by talking

You talk a LOT, that's why you hardly ever argue

you play video games on saturdays until 6 in the morning

you beat him in the middle of the games

pillow fight

Not a real fight, but a fight after all

He always throws you out of bed, he's so strong darling

he always carries you on his back

just love him, sometimes he's a bit rough with you but he doesn't do it with the intention of hurting you

SHOTO TODOROKI

at first he was very shy

you make weird things happen on his tummy, don't blame him

he loves your smile

and your laugh

and also your eyes

this boy is crazy about you, so in love

play with your hair, so soft

he is a flower boy

And since roses are your favorite flowers, don't be surprised if one day he arrives with a bouquet of 100 red roses just for you

Rich boy, he buys everything he likes for you even when you don't want it, just let him be

you share rings, he chose them

you have dates next to the sunset

and always carry chocolates for you

your quirk is not the strongest, but he knows how smart you are and he knows you could beat him in a real fight

you are his pretty girl

always tells you how pretty you are

and he blushes every time you remind him how beautiful he is too

he has trouble socializing, so there are a lot of words your friends use that he doesn't understand

you explain to him very patiently what he does not understand

you always give him soft kisses on his scar and remind him how beautiful he looks

baby starts crying 🥺🥺

you mean a lot to him

You do not understand how someone as kind and adorable as Shoto, went so long without being loved in the right way, because you have no doubt that his entire family, including his father, loves him very much, but you also know that many difficult things happened in the Todoroki family, your baby went through so many things :(

you came into his life to love him and give him the confidence in himself that he lacks, and he loves you too much for that

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he doesn't understand how someone like you likes someone like him

but you always remind him that he is beautiful in many ways, he blushes

you take a lot of pictures of him while he's distracted, you actually have a whole folder dedicated to him on your phone

It's hard to kiss him without him passing out, but you always do it to get him used to it ;)

you sometimes try to cook together, but ...

nothing better than a pizza night and some disney movies !!

you would really love to sit on his lap and hold him tight, but he would definitely die 💀

your dates are always in a cafe, he buys you a strawberry cake because he knows you love them even when you only mentioned it once

baby has trouble controlling his own immense strength and always accidentally breaks glasses with his hand

For that reason, he always hugs you carefully, he's afraid of hurting you :(

loves to play with your hand, which is considerably smaller and softer than his hand

you are his best nurse

the way you touch his scars, without fear of hurting him or getting hurt, just makes his heart fall more in love with you

In fact, you are the first person who, after seeing his room, is not ashamed of his fanaticism towards the former number one hero, you think his admiration is incredible.

you are the couple who give each other confidence and motivation ✨

villains

DABI

well .. this is complicated

you met him in a very dark bar, with dangerous people around you, you should know that nothing good was going to come out

And that's the harsh reality

If some man looks at you too much while you two are walking in the city, don't doubt for a second that he is going to start a fight for you

too jealous

always has a hand on your hip, wherever you guys are

kisses with him are always passionate, long and very loud, he always bites your lower lip until it starts to bleed

It is difficult to be the girlfriend, sometimes he spends MONTHS by your side, and suddenly, one morning you wake up and he is no longer by your side, you know that he left

You have no choice but to cry, you don't know if the tears are from fear and worry, or that your heart broke because the reason why he left is that he got tired of you

you hate him because this lasts many more months than he spends by your side

and you hate him much more when he comes back full of wounds

your discussion is very intense at that moment, it even ends in mutual physical attacks

you have many burns on your skin because of his quirk

he feels something very annoying on his chest every time he sees those scars

but not everything is bad, to the surprise of many

always steal vodka from some store for you, you two love to drink together until you lose consciousness

some nights, he carries you to the shared bed and proceeds to relax his whole body on yours, his head rests on the crook of your neck

take advantage of the moment to leave hickeys on your soft and sensitive skin

he's a fucking vampire, the next morning your neck is PURPLE

He also tells you about how stain's ideology means a lot in his disastrous life

you listen to him carefully and he falls in love much more because you are the only person who really listens to him seriously, even when your relationship has many ups and downs

CHISAKI KAI

I would dare to say that you are his girlfriend against your own will

he is fucking overhaul, he is with you probably because you are one of his whims

He is so cold, he never hugs you and never kisses you, sometimes you feel like you are nothing

but you have to understand something, his job and responsibilities force him to be heartless with EVERYONE

if you don't take a shower first, he won't let you sleep next to him

he won't even let you out of the basement if it's not for a good and justified reason

he always takes showers with you, it is the only moment he can share with you without a care

he even grabs you by the waist and kisses you really hard, which never happens

he is VERY possessive

you are HIS and nobody else's

for that reason he becomes very annoying on days when you don't want him to touch you

btw he doesn't care 💀

two of his men follow you EVERYWHERE

deep inside, you are one of his top priorities

does not tell you or anyone else, but constantly misses your presence and cares a lot about you

You better not get sick, because if that happens you are going to force him to use his quirk with you, and he may love you, but he is not a compassionate man

you love Eri, and you don't like what they do to her but you can't fight for her either, so all you do is play with her to give her something from the childhood she's losing :(

Kai sees this and doesn't like it, but admits that after playing with you Eri is less resistant, so it is beneficial to his plan.

Your boyfriend thinks that there are many things in the world that are wrong and the solution is to eliminate them, he also knows that you are wrong, but he sees a solution for you

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

(look at his arms omg)

dating him is DANGEROUS

dangerous and frustrating

he doesn't care if another man fucks you, if he's in the mood he won't waste time killing people for stupid reasons

you are the stupid reason 💀

well .. your discussions are INSANE

you THROW things at him, you can't let him get CLOSER to you, you know he won't hesitate to KILL YOU

Kurogiri: *sighs*

you cry a lot after arguing, like a LOT

He may be a psychopath, but when he calms down and sees your tears all over your face, something VERY annoying settles on his skin

"oi.. sorry" don't wait for more

He lets you hug him all you want, he won't admit it but he's SOFT with u

I think your relationship is not official, you are the woman he likes the most and makes him horny, he is with you when he wants

hands on your waist whenever you're around

and you're with the only person who shows his face all the time, he says it's easy to kiss you

he loves to kiss you, just kiss you, that's reason enough for you to be his girlfriend

lets you try different skin care with him, but IN PRIVATE

you always wear tight clothes and he gets horny 🥵

When he's this affectionate with you, he kills anyone who dares to look at you

Shigaraki doesn't know how to love, the only people who ever loved him are dead because of him

He is very worried that the same thing happens to you, help him to love you

you are the only person who holds his hands without fear of being hurt

and he doesn't understand why, but you make something inside him warm in a nice way

🦋🦋🦋

— I really hope you liked it, I am very new to this and my English is not very good 💀

[aintguiltyy]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well!!! I LOVE YOU!!! For a distraction, please tell me your favorite Lesbian!Reddie HCs!!!!

Thank you bby, I appreciate it so much😭❤️

I feel like a lot of my lesbian!Reddie HCs correlate with the established ones, but I’ll try to be original. Also, I know you only asked for HCs but I basically wrote a whole ass fic bc I’m a mess and nothing can stop me😇

Whenever I think about fem!Eddie, I see a typical soft girl with cute hair bows and glittery nails, always a cherry lipgloss in her purse. Like, she’s the human version of the strawberry dress and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for Richie, I feel like she would be somewhere between a butch and a femme. One day she can pop up to a party wearing a flannel shirt with Calvin’s showing from under her ripped bleached jeans, and the next day she’s rocking a tight black leather dress and heeled sandals.

Fem!Eddie would so be into alternative music, like Lana Del Rey, King Princess, Frank Ocean, Clairo, Billie Eilish... Can you picture Eddie being one of those girls that went to Halsey’s concert and asked her to be her first kiss? Because I can.

Fem!Richie would definitely be the “if a song is a bop, it’s a bop” type of person. If you open her Spotify, as Stefon says, this place has everything. Tyler, The Creator, The 1975, Justin Bieber, Jorja Smith... The list goes on and on. It’s because I’m flexible, she says. Well, that one time she pulled her leg trying to stretch in PE and couldn’t walk for a week would beg to differ.

As for them coming to terms with their sexuality, I have a whole list of scenarios in my head, don’t even get me started.

With Eddie, she kind of always just knew, but tried to hide it, especially while she was still living with her mother.

After moving away to college and seeing how open people were about their sexuality there, Eddie grew more confident, not shying away and locking up whenever girls apart from Beverly and Richie complimented her, but she still didn’t have enough courage to actually come out (until one day she did, but that’s another story).

With Richie, in all her life she didn’t really pay attention to anyone, never really thought twice about some guy or girl that subtly tried to hit on her. All of Richie’s attention was always focused only on her friends and maybe, just maybe, a bit more on Eddie.

It finally hit Richie that she’s not only into girls and not into guys, but into Eddie, when Eddie dragged her to Macy’s after earning her first paycheck and almost made the cashier cry because they didn’t have the right size of a dress Eddie really wanted to buy. Just watching her fuming, one second away from stamping both of her feet because the store didn’t have some low quality lilac summer dress, was enough for Richie to finally realize just how in love she was.

As for coming out, I feel like Richie would be the first to tell all of the Losers and then the rest of the world, but with Eddie, she struggled with being open about that part of herself mostly because of her mother, but also anxiety and fear of losing her only friends, even though she knew that they wouldn’t leave her if they found out she was gay, because Eddie’s seen how supportive they were of Richie.(I came up with a whole fic while writing this so if you want to see how I picture lesbian!Reddie coming out, feel free to stop by my ask box!)

The last but not least — fem!Reddie getting together.

Even though my favorite getting together trope is probably “person A walking in on person B and jumping their bones”, I wanted to throw something cute and soft in here, so enjoy 💞

Even after Richie and Eddie come out and the cats are out of the bags, they are both too scared to make a move, because just because she likes girls doesn’t mean she might like me.

So, when they do get together, it’s completely on accident.

Eddie’s teeth has been hurting for a few days now, and she, being the definition of a hypochondriac she is, makes an appointment with the dentist where they tell her that she needs to have one of her wisdom teeth removed as soon as possible.

Rchie drives her to the clinic the next day and waits for Eddie in the waiting room with shitty coffee and some pamphlet on how to avoid STDs just to be met with her barely conscious best friend wrapped in a soft blanket, slurred voice blocked by the cotton balls in her mouth and drugs in her system, and the most adorable, barely understandable comments Eddie makes during all of their way home.

When Richie lays Eddie down on her bed and tucks her in, meaning to let her rest, a weak hand reaches out and tugs on her wrist, wordlessly asking to stay. And who’s Richie to refuse cuddles with her favorite person in the world?

She lays down next to Eddie, who lifts her blanket to let Richie snuggle closer to her and instantly buries her nose in Richie’s neck, signing softly.

Richie smiles when a few minutes later she hears quiet snores, the ones she knows from two years of living with Eddie mean she’s definitely asleep, caressing the small of Eddie’s back where her hand hugs her.

She appears to be wrong though, because suddenly Eddie lifts her head and Richie almost coos at how cute and sleepy she looks, but there’s determination in those honey-brown eyes that throws Richie off-balance.

“You need to rest, Eds. Go back to sleep,” she says softly, hugging Eddie even tighter, but Eddie only shakes her head and looks into Richie’s confused eyes before demanding as seriously as she can with two cotton balls in her mouth: “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

Taken aback, Richie furrows her brows, tries to catch up with what’s happening, already thinking of a way to turn this into a joke because clearly Eddie doesn’t mean it like that. She likes girls, yeah, but she’s never shown any interest in Richie like that, like they might be more than best friends.

“Yeah. Remember that time you forgot your wallet and you were really hungry and I bought you, like, two burritos with extra guac?” Richie jokes, grinning to mask everything she’s feeling right now, from confusion to fear, but Eddie only shakes her head.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” she says, and Richie tries so hard not to freak out because even though Eddie still looks so out of it, the seriousness in her voice and the words falling from her puffy lips are making her feel things.

“What did you mean, then?” she croaks, trying to read the situation, because from the way Eddie’s looking at her right now, she might, might be saying what Richie thinks she’s saying.

“That I love you. Not for those burritos, but for you,” she says and instantly cringes, and Richie barely suppresses a snort because Eddie’s too fucking cute when she’s high on medicine. “That came out cheesy and talking fucking hurts, so please tell me you get what I’m saying,” Eddie whines, and her puppy eyes have always been impossible to resist, so Richie shuts the anxiety and fear already screaming in her mind up and smiles, pulling Eddie even closer.

“I get it, Eds. I love you too.”

The way Eddie’s eyes light up at her words is almost enough to have Richie’s heart bursting out of her chest and falling right into Eddie’s hands, but a moment later Eddie furrows her brows and studies Richie before asking “For realsies? Like, love love?”

Snorting, Richie smiles softly. “Yes, Eddie. For realsies. I love love you”.

This time, Eddie actually squeaks and Richie wants to kiss her so badly, but it’s not the best idea as long as there’s an open wound in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie, as it seems, comes to the same conclusion, her half-lidded gaze falling on Richie’s lips before she sighs.

“I’d kiss you right now if this damn tooth wasn’t cockblocking me,” Eddie mumbles, burrowing her face in Richie’s neck once again, and Richie can’t hold back a delighted chuckle at this side of Eddie that only comes out when she’s not in full control of her mouth before gently kissing her on the forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll have plenty of time to do just that and more once you feel better.”

“Okay,” Eddie mumbles into her neck, making Richie shiver a bit, and she feels so happy she could burst and decides that the second Eddie feels better, she’ll do everything in her power to make her feel just as happy as she’s feeling right now.

In conclusion, yeah, I have a lot of feelings about Lesbian!Reddie🥺.

[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

.

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

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This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

[punkscowardschampions]

Savannah & Jac

Savannah: Are you on your way here? Jac: I hadn't started to get ready yet Jac: got caught up doing some prep for our next lecture, haven't looked at the clock in a minute 🤯 whoops Savannah: well thank god, I was hoping to catch you before having to dramatically tell you to turn around, especially if you had happened to be half way to me Jac: Oh? Jac: What's going on in UH tonight? 😄 Savannah: Nothing, which is perhaps why we're the centre of attention Jac: 😬 Don't love the sound of that Jac: what's been said? Savannah: I'm not even sure because the way she was saying it gave me the most INTENSE Catholic school flashbacks Savannah: & I've overanalysed every syllable to the point that it's been twisted beyond recognition so I can't be trusted to reliably relay any of it Jac: Okay, pause Jac: who's being mean to you, and why on earth Jac: Is it that one girl in the next room along from you, because I did think she was someone's little sister so I can believe the immaturity Savannah: I think she was trying to be complimentary about us but I didn't take it like that, I can't, not after everything Jac: Baby Jac: just try to explain it best you can Jac: take your time, and I'll forgive any personal interjection Jac: because I care more about how it's made you feel, than how it was said or meant, really Savannah: she's made me feel like I'm doing this all wrong, exactly how I said I wouldn't, holding you back and being too much Jac: But you aren't at all Jac: what would she even know about it, she doesn't know either of us, even a little bit Savannah: maybe that unbiased outside perspective is what I needed to make me realise the mistakes I'm making Savannah: because it isn't just her, they're all talking about how you're ALWAYS here, how inseparable we are Jac: Do you feel like we're taking things too fast, being too much? Savannah: No Savannah: but I didn't last time either Jac: okay Jac: because you know you can tell me, if you are Jac: I mean, I don't know what to do with this information Jac: we don't judge them for their relationships Savannah: I was fine, but I'm scared now, obviously Jac: that we're like you and Tyler, or you and Milo Jac: or that we're repeating our past and it'll end badly again Savannah: that I can't have a relationship that isn't ridiculously co-dependent, except it's not even, because that implies that they were as extra as I was Savannah: & that I shouldn't have entered into this one if I haven't changed enough to avoid repeating things Jac: They balanced you out Jac: and I don't Savannah: they let me do whatever I wanted, that isn't what I want from you Jac: but if it's what we both want Jac: it's hard for me to think we should listen more to these girls, who are probably speaking at least from a bit of jealousy, than that Savannah: No, because it isn't what we both want, a healthy relationship is what we both want Jac: Yeah Jac: you're right, of course Jac: but, I don't like the implication that they know what works for us Jac: if we need to reevaluate, it can still be on our terms Jac: I bet lots of them have never had a serious relationship, or only the same level of unhealthy as we have before, they're not qualified Savannah: They don't know us or have any qualifications & I believe you're right about the jealousy factor but I am still willing to see & use this as the wake up call that I need to do better Jac: We can do that Jac: I trust you Jac: I'm not going to see this as you pulling away or something I've done Savannah: please don't, because it isn't Jac: It was my initial fear Jac: but you never leave me to worry Jac: and the fact that I immediately went there is just something I need to address too Savannah: you have reason to go there, it's okay Savannah: how I handled things back then is precisely what I'm trying to avoid Jac: I completely see that, I honestly do Jac: I'm sorry if I got defensive right there Savannah: & I can see that I've slightly overreacted now that I've slightly calmed down Jac: It made me feel the same Jac: like you said, the school flashbacks are no joke Savannah: I'm so sorry I told you not to come, I'd hate for you to think that's what I want, ever Jac: It's okay, we can take a night off Jac: but I'm also not gonna tell you you can't come to mine instead, once they've all gone back to their rooms or whatever Savannah: are you going to tell me what prep you were doing which I should've been instead of freaking out? Savannah: because I need to know Jac: Of course Jac: we haven't competed like that for a LONG time now Jac: it's not like we were asked but I asked [your fave prof bff 'cos lord knows I'm using the photos] on the way out last week if there was anything we could study up on ready for next term Savannah: once I've done everything he has suggested & fixed my 😢 face I'll come over Jac: My poor boo, I hate that they upset you so much Jac: also that we only have showers Jac: or I'd recommend a bubble bath as first order of business Savannah: honestly the lack of 🛀🏾🥂 upsets me more than anything Savannah: but in all seriousness, it wasn't even those girls at fault, I got myself worked up Jac: it is a travesty Jac: we need a place with an en-suite next year Jac: because the idea of sharing a bath with god knows who is no more appealing than NOT having one 😰 Jac: it's okay, I won't insist on being that stereotype and 'having a word' with them, they can live, for now Savannah: if checking into a hotel wouldn't be viewed as the ULTIMATE overreaction, I definitely would use the 💳 my dad insisted upon giving me Jac: I can only imagine the flashbacks that would give him 🙄 Jac: not worth the stress nor satisfaction Jac: though I was thinking we could do something, go somewhere, before the Christmas hols, as we will both be obligated to go all in with the family during Savannah: there would be SO MUCH satisfaction but I promise, I'll resist and be good, for now Savannah: no such promises of 👼🏾 for a family Christmas though, so I love that idea Jac: We can make that happen with just a shower, I promise you Jac: even if we just see a bit more of Edinburgh, get that hotel, I wanna treat you Jac: and no one can stop me spending as much time as we're able lavishing attention on you before we have to go back Jac: because it's going to be stressful, we both know that much already Savannah: if you're feeling left out because your entire dorm isn't talking about us, I can make that happen once we're 🚿 Savannah: you're the most thoughtful girlfriend in the entire world, but if that's something we're about to start competing over in place of academics, that's more than fine with me Jac: I might regret saying I can handle that but Jac: I don't Jac: 😳😳 Savannah: you won't have any, I promise Jac: I love you Savannah: I'm utterly in love with you Jac: I'll never get over hearing that Savannah: you don't have to because I love your 😳 too Jac: It's so different Jac: even though we used to say it like all the time Savannah: you know I meant it every time, it just had to be different Jac: and it is Jac: third time's a charm Jac: we'll make it work this time, no matter how much work that might be Jac: because it's so worth it Savannah: yes, it is and we will Jac: I'm gonna order all your faves when you get here Savannah: 🥰 Savannah: hopefully the lecture prep won't take me too long Jac: you can always read through mine Jac: it's not like it's cheating, just a better way to do a study sesh Savannah: if you're going to send it to me, absolutely, but if you're expecting me to concentrate on reading through it when I get there, I'm sorry but there's no way Jac: I'm not that 😈 Jac: at least not at the sake of your education Savannah: & thank goodness as my parents are both already doing the most to interfere with my education right now with their constant communication Jac: yet imagine your dad in particular if you did any less than perfect Jac: I don't know how he fails to see how counterproductive the constant checking in is Savannah: or the pressure that he's been putting on me to spend Christmas with him from literally November 1st, I swear Savannah: it hasn't slipped his mind that I had no choice but to do that for the last two, even if the unfairness to my mother is something he refuses to think about Jac: Yes, I was about to say Jac: he'll have to think about how he's going to timeshare more efficiently with your mum now, just because it was his way or nothing for two whole years Jac: clearly, that didn't work so well for anyone BUT him Savannah: he thinks he can dictate to me as if I'm no older than I was when he forced me to leave & as though nothing has changed since then Savannah: I'm not going to jeopardise my mum's recovery by not spending time with her in the holidays Jac: To even suggest, let alone expect that from you Jac: even if he's not thinking about your mother, why would he want that guilt for you Jac: at least he cannot literally force you onto a plane to Sligo instead of Dublin Jac: it's getting Sienna, that needs to be planned Savannah: I'm at my wits end with her, it's like she doesn't see the problem Savannah: of course I'd understand her reluctance to spend it with mum but it's all about him, every single of her reasonings, because they aren't even really hers Savannah: she just fully believes whatever dad says Jac: 😕 That's hard Jac: because it automatically puts you in the bad guy camp Jac: because obviously it's nicer to believe that he only wants what's best etc Jac: but when she realizes that's not totally true, that'll be shattering Savannah: she's going to get hurt by him again, as if I wasn't there when he walked out teaching her to question everything that comes out of a man's mouth, that man in particular Savannah: I hate it Jac: I know 😞 Jac: all you're trying to do is protect her Jac: is she interested at coming like, at all? Jac: even if not the actual day of Savannah: It's not like I want her to spend her time and energy until her leavers cert hating him as much as I do, I know it'll be different for her now that I'm gone Savannah: but we get nowhere whenever I try to talk to her about mum, irrespective of the actual subject Savannah: I'm not giving up, of course, but I won't pretend to you that it isn't exhausting Jac: Of course you don't, you'd never tell her what to think Jac: but if you can see things differently, or remember how it was last time, it doesn't make you a bad sister, it's the opposite Jac: you never do ❤ Jac: I was just wondering, though this would be a bit morally dubious Jac: if we could trick her into spending some time with your mum Jac: I could make my sister invite her to something legit, like a family party Jac: your dad MIGHT say yes? I don't know Savannah: at this point I'm so close to walking away from everyone for the sake of my own mental health to spend the holidays alone & obviously that's not a real option I have available to me so I'm more than ready to do it & take the bad karma if it backfires Jac: I understand, last Christmas, I would've given anything to do just that Jac: I think it could work, your dad being the only potential block Jac: we could go for the second half, do New Years with her, maybe Savannah: 😞 I'm going to make sure you have the best Christmas this year, baby, whether or not this works Jac: I've got you, that's all I need for it to be perfect Jac: and we will work this out Jac: but as you said, it isn't even time yet, so you don't have to figure it all out tonight Jac: but when we do, you will have a peaceful and joyful Christmas, if it's the last thing I do Savannah: You're perfect & you're getting my undivided attention tonight, I truly do not care what opinion any or every American girl in this town has or decides to share Jac: A no-phone policy does not even need to be implemented when you're so beautiful Jac: it'd practically be a sin to not use every sense on you Jac: but seriously, whilst they may have a point, we're also further along than they might assume Jac: like I said, if they've never had a proper relationship, they're used to not getting texts back and having to be cool about it 🤷 Jac: we don't have to tone ourselves down or lessen what we have, if it doesn't serve us to do so, only in the ways it might Savannah: I will implement one though, some kind of a genuine family emergency happening again notwithstanding Savannah: I learnt a LOT about sin in Catholic school & you're totally right Savannah: you're the only person who I'd tone anything down for & since you haven't asked me, I really don't think it's necessary Jac: I appreciate it, a lot, you know that, right? Jac: the cliche isn't totally baseless then Jac: you can tell me all about it but we better keep that on the down-low 🤫 Savannah: okay, you don't want that specific dialogue broadcast to your entire dorm, just our mutual appreciation Savannah: I can do that Jac: I can only imagine how enthusiastic the boys would be Jac: and I only care about your enthusiasm Savannah: ugh, true Savannah: I forget too easily that we're not totally on our own once the door is closed, which I'm sure is what lead to that conversation taking place earlier Jac: We aren't the only ones who do that Jac: I swear to God I've heard at least four different girls going next door 🙄 Savannah: 🙄 not to mention I'm still getting woken up by a certain person we don't like just being loud while she undergoes her morning routine, which has literally been happening since I first moved in Jac: I can't deal with how loud she is Jac: the accent makes it so grating Jac: is she trying to be an influencer? make friends? either or 😬 honey no Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: I'm going to have to start going to bed earlier to compensate once lectures start Jac: She a THOUSAND percent has booked herself all afternoon/evening lectures and won't get why everyone is making such a big deal ??? Jac: so that girl Jac: I do my best work in the AM, that's just facts, not all of us plan to party through the entire experience, come on Savannah: So do I, as you know, so if she doesn't take the numerous hints once they are coming from more than just me, I'll have to move in with you & be that girl Savannah: which would entirely negate all the rational points I made earlier Jac: God, there needs to be a way to complain about her without it being dead obvious Jac: an amnesty box of sorts Jac: I'm still looking for doubles but no one is moving yet Savannah: If I have to befriend her to initiate the behaviour change that way, I guess I'll get used to the accent Savannah: you've said my 🥺 is like a superpower Jac: it would be very on-brand Jac: basically work experience for us Jac: and they are but she might fall for you and then she'd be around even more Savannah: oh no, imagine how vocal she would be if she did Savannah: it would be beyond difficult to cope with Jac: I would not cope Jac: at all Jac: so I shan't imagine it Savannah: 😄 Jac: 😥 Savannah: Baby, don't 😥 Jac: I'll have to go back to being a TOTAL bitch from hell if she dares Savannah: 🥺 no Savannah: you're an angel Savannah: & she isn't worth your time or energy, I am Jac: You Jac: x2 Jac: I don't care about anyone else here Jac: in the nicest way possible, of course Savannah: except [whatever your professor bff's name is] that's evident in the notes you've sent me Jac: Okay, he's pretty cool Jac: and definitely gonna help us get perfect marks Savannah: you definitely don't need his help Savannah: I'd almost forgotten just how intelligent you are Jac: I'll try not to be offended Jac: even though I was still totally convinced you'd be going to Bath before I saw you Savannah: I mean, actually, not in a romanticised way because of how much I was in awe of you Savannah: & I did go there, before I made up my mind which offer to accept & it didn't feel right Jac: I'm only teasing, I know that Jac: 🌌💫 Savannah: we were supposed to be here together, like we always talked about Savannah: I shouldn't have ever tried to fight that Jac: I couldn't even bring myself to check your socials before Jac: I don't know what I didn't want to see more, you know Jac: confirmation either way was just, no Savannah: I understand Jac: If I'd have seen gap year plans with Milo, that would not have been it Savannah: most of the time that we were intending to plan was spent arguing anyway, I'm not sure he really wanted to go at any stage of it Savannah: with me, I mean Jac: You weren't right for each other Jac: he's lost a lot more from that deal than you have Savannah: He'll be having a lovely time in hostels, undoubtedly Savannah: it won't be a culture shock at all Jac: Checks out Jac: authentic experience Jac: inserting himself with all the other foreigners Savannah: 🙄 Savannah: if I thought he had a posh accent, lord knows what they'll think Jac: he'll be stimulating the economy, they'll pretend he's not unbearable Savannah: at least he'll be stimulating something, I suppose Jac: 😂 Jac: you said it, not me Savannah: it speaks to my experience Jac: how anyone has the nerve to 🥱 you when you're so interesting is so offensive to me Savannah: it's not his fault that nobody else could ever be as interesting to me as you are, but he is responsible for the effort, or lack of that he put in Jac: no, it'd take someone really special to fight the 🌌💫 and it's plans for us Jac: and I can imply he wasn't that person, without being petty about it Savannah: it's honesty, he wasn't that person & he'd be the first to say so Jac: you're already happier, aren't you? Jac: on this path, this direction Savannah: yes, the happiest Jac: 😊🥰 Savannah: excuse me while I have one of those moments where I can't believe any of this is really happening & fully expect to wake up in Sligo for the summer to the realisation it was the most incredible dream Jac: It's actually such a fear Jac: I never want to go to sleep when I'm with you Jac: for that reason, and the obvious being I can't look at you with my eyes closed Savannah: but if you don't your subconscious can't talk to me & you know how much I love that Jac: so far Jac: what if I say something totally stupid and betray myself 😱 Savannah: you could never say anything stupid & I know you aren't going to betray yourself or me Jac: You trust me, I trust you Savannah: exactly Jac: if I ever say anything really cringe, you can just not tell me, yeah 😅 Savannah: 😄 like what? Jac: anything our favourite American might say, for example Savannah: she isn't actually going to attempt to flirt with me, boo Jac: I know, she's the definition of straight Jac: bless her Savannah: ^^ she's the only person I would apply the word definition to, literally anyone else has the ability to change & grow but she's CLEARLY set in her loud ways Jac: ^ That's totally the vibe Jac: she made her mind up aged 10 she was right and hasn't moved an inch since, whatever the subject Savannah: you're so right Savannah: What were you like when you were 10? Jac: Oh God Jac: let me think Jac: so, fourth class, absolutely LIVID over the fact we had 2 more years of first school after that Jac: thought I was way too grown-up for EVERYTHING Jac: there was probably some boyband I was into but if there was, I don't remember but Isabelle probably still has the merch and posters on her wall Jac: hopefully I was less insufferable when we properly met those years later Jac: how about you? Savannah: I can totally relate, except of course I thought I was too grown up for boybands too Jac: Totally Jac: it was like a secret shame but she had none, Amelia neither Jac: so I kinda had to go with it Savannah: 😄 Savannah: I had a very overprotective father who wouldn't have let me go to those concerts even if I had wanted to so Jac: it made sense to be anti then Jac: it was a lot of screaming and pre-teen hormones, it might've felt like it at the time, but you didn't miss out on a whole lot Savannah: if there'd been a girl band of that era I'd have been much more likely to have supported them, as a fierce little feminist Jac: Adorable Jac: you were cute, I remember that much Savannah: you've always been cute, I've seen the photos Jac: at least my hair had grown back in a decent amount by then Jac: I was so jealous of yours Savannah: really? I didn't even know how to properly style it back then Savannah: but I still insisted, obviously, instead of letting my mum help me Jac: I liked that Jac: you didn't just let your mum braid it and put a bow in Jac: I have to assume that was my logic when I cut mine Jac: independence, making my own choice Savannah: I thought I could do ANYTHING, it's embarrassing how big my aspirations were Savannah: & that there was no limit on the choices I had, there was total belief in that too Jac: it's nice Jac: I wish we stayed like that Savannah: imagine my 🥺 when I discovered inequality & where I was supposed to fit into it as a black girl, except don't because I was utterly devastated Savannah: we still have big dreams though & more choices than 10 year old me did Jac: I don't wanna cry Jac: you're still going to get everything you want Jac: and you've had to work twice as hard for it, no one can take that away from you Savannah: no 😢 we're both going to have a beautiful life Jac: ✨🌼🌷❤☀️❤🌹🌻✨ Savannah: I'll help you & you'll help me Savannah: now that I'm more willing to accept it than I was as a child Jac: and your hair is undeniably flawless Jac: we can do anything Savannah: Oh my god, it's my turn to be jealous of yours & I always am Jac: the fact you can be jealous of anyone blows my mind Jac: you are perfection Jac: but you can play with my hair all you want now Savannah: but not literally right now 🥺 Jac: life is so unfair Jac: I'm so proud of you though, working so hard Savannah: well I'm even prouder of you, these notes are flawless Jac: I've got my uses, yeah Savannah: [a picture of her own aesthetic af notes so far because we are both those bitches] Jac: [truly, could rinse the studyblr tag with these two] Jac: 😍😍😍 you've picked such pretty colours Savannah: [I have saved some cute psychology ones off pinterest for when they start their studies] Savannah: they do match my outfit but if I start sending pictures of myself I'll never finish Jac: if you start sending pictures of yourself, I'll find it harder to be supportive of your studies Savannah: I miss you too Jac: as long as we're in that together too Jac: I'll survive Jac: my room does need tidying before you get here Savannah: you're adorable, you don't have to tidy up for me Jac: for my notes to look perfect, my room has to get a little messy Jac: oh, and my hair, probably Savannah: I can fix your hair for you after we 🚿 Jac: as long as you don't think I look terrible when you show and run straight back Savannah: I've been 😢 so I don't have any room to judge but even if I did, you could never look terrible & there is no conceivable reason that I'd ever run away from you Savannah: but if you need to shown all of that when I get there, it's okay, I'm happy to Jac: I'm so needy, I'm sorry Savannah: you're allowed to want me & not be sorry Savannah: I definitely don't see it as a negative Jac: Good Jac: I haven't done this before Jac: I don't ever wanna be too much Savannah: well, you aren't doing it alone & I trust us more than the opinion of a random American girl I'm currently stuck living with Savannah: any amount of reassurance you need for any reason, it's fine, I promise Jac: 😌 I'm cool Jac: but thank you Jac: there's no one else I would want to or could do this with Savannah: there's no need to thank me, I'll do anything to make sure you feel happy & secure Jac: and I intend to return the favour, always Jac: in every way available to me Savannah: 😊 I know, I meant what I said earlier, you're very good at this, first time girlfriend or not Jac: I've got to be a worthy competitor and you're 👼🏾 Savannah: Catholic school taught me a lot about 👼🏾 too Jac: I'm so relieved they still had to give you an actual education as well Jac: I can only imagine how hard Science could've fallen by the wayside Savannah: still, I will not be enrolling my 👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾 when they're old enough Jac: at least you don't have to make that decision for a while yet Savannah: which is just as well because my immediate response was 'thank god', how blasphemous Savannah: 🙏🏾 hasn't guided this decision but there is a LOT of  🙌🏾 involved Jac: he'd approve if that was the only precaution you took, like Savannah: his approval would have to eclipse my actual father's disapproval, which is BEYOND unlikely Jac: 🙏🏾 is less vocal Jac: it's more signs than 🔊 Savannah: I think that's ⛪️ dependent, some 🙏🏾🙌🏾 is very vocal Jac: actual GOD himself though Savannah: hmm, well he is a man Savannah: it makes communication more challenging Jac: I'm sure little Savannah would've said herself Savannah: child me would've believed that god is a woman, another dream shattered for sure Jac: a woman wouldn't have done so poorly Jac: it's a compliment, really Savannah: exactly, with the zero communication, it'd be like excuse me honey, why are you so angry at me that you've blocked me? Jac: that kind of drama is reserved for me Savannah: not even, I know what I did to you Jac: you didn't do anything to me, not on purpose, I always knew that Savannah: it wasn't on purpose but that doesn't mean it's okay Savannah: I hurt you anyway Jac: We were both hurt and hurting Jac: it was a lot Savannah: yes, but it's important that you don't make excuses for me simply because of how much you want to forgive me Jac: I won't Jac: I can just recognize my role in everything too Jac: as well as the other factors that neither of us could control Savannah: ^^ we're not going to get hung up on it to the extent that it ruins everything, but we can & will acknowledge it all so that doesn't either Savannah: I do love a balancing act 😄🙄 Jac: You do it flawlessly Jac: but we don't have to examine our past and our current behaviour constantly Jac: night's off are self-care Jac: tonight can be one of them, we'll just be Savannah: okay Savannah: I don't know why it feels like I haven't seen you in a really long time, I swear I didn't fully disassociate during my freak out earlier Jac: I feel it too Jac: judge away, everyone Jac: we're making up for lost time Savannah: they'd understand if I actually let them spend time with you instead of stealing you away on sight Jac: I can't pretend to be devastated Jac: you're the most interesting to me Savannah: I can't pretend I regret it either Jac: 🥰 Jac: we have plenty of time to socialize Jac: and we do, with people who are relevant, like people on our course and the psych society Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: It's not my fault she isn't looking over my shoulder when I'm super active in both of those group chats Savannah: I was literally setting up a study group before she cornered me, excuse her Jac: 🙄🙄🙄 I don't care for her at all, even if she's brought a potential problem to our attention before it was Jac: like thanks but still, bye though Jac: maybe the rest of her art history course does NOT love her either 😬 like if YOU'RE lonely, just say Savannah: mhmm Savannah: if anybody understands loneliness, we do Jac: right, if the ego was taken out of it, we'd try to spend time with her, and loads of other people in your dorm etc would too Jac: she's not helping herself rn Savannah: I also totally understand overconfidence as a front for insecurity, like hello??! She could have an ally in me if she'd approach things differently Jac: 🤞 she gets there before the year is out Jac: I don't want anyone struggling, seriously Jac: but I know forcing friendships when they aren't happening naturally isn't healthy Jac: never mind accepting people's toxic behaviour when we're actively trying not to do or be that Savannah: I couldn't agree more Savannah: though, despite what I said before about her not flirting with me, there is a very high possibility she'll fall in love with you if you keep being so perfect Savannah: everyone will Savannah: it's not as if she has to like girls to appreciate your intelligence, empathy or compassion, even if understanding your resilience & determination is clearly a harder task for her right now Savannah: a beautiful soul is a beautiful soul Jac: 🥺 Jac: Baby Jac: beautiful recognizes beautiful, that's all I have to say Jac: you make me feel so much better than I've ever thought I am Savannah: I can't say if I achieve nothing else while I'm here I'll be satisfied, because you know me better than that, but I am proud to be able to list that as an ongoing one because I've never met a better person than you Savannah: you deserve to feel it Savannah: & if you are what you love, what a good person you are shamelessly works in my favour too Jac: you're the most incredible person I've ever known Jac: it just sounds like a baseless compliment, there's no way to adequately put it, at least not without some serious time and work to try Savannah: not from you, there's no such thing Jac: I'm not the one that can write songs, sadly Savannah: but you could write a song I'd like more Jac: 😅 Savannah: I know he's your brother but no Jac: Don't worry, not a weird clause that to date me you have to think his music is amazing Jac: I'd actually hate that, to be honest Savannah: I'm beyond relieved Jac: I'm relieved no one here knows who he is, or who I am in relation Jac: that was getting annoying, towards the end Savannah: poor boo, I can't even imagine Jac: oh well Jac: this fresh start is going better than I could have even dreamed on my craziest day Savannah: me too & you're really keeping me sane Jac: God knows we've got to get through this experience and THRIVE Savannah: ^^ 👏🏾 Savannah: We will, failure to do so is literally not an option Jac: Exactly Jac: I refuse Jac: to let either of us Savannah: speaking of, these notes are done Savannah: so I'll be there soon Jac: I'll come out with the blasphemy too Jac: because I need to see you so bad now Savannah: It's mutual Jac: Hurry Jac: but don't forget your coat, it's cold Savannah: 🥰 I totally would have for the same reason I don't think either of us can be held responsible for what we're about to say, so thank you Jac: I can't let you freeze Jac: even though warming you up is beyond a welcome responsibility Savannah: & I can't lie, my coat is more fashionable than practical, I'll still need you Jac: You've got me Jac: shower, tea and all the bed cuddles you could want Savannah: you're going to make me cry again Jac: sweetie Jac: you can cry but wait 'til you're inside and with me so we don't have to thaw out the icicle teardrops Savannah: [a picture of her with that glitter tears filter than samantha loves so much because sadly I don't actually have one] Jac: Wow Jac: that's my girlfriend Savannah: I can't get over hearing that from you Jac: I can't get over saying it Jac: even just to myself Savannah: It sounds so different when a boy says it Jac: Yeah? Savannah: I don't even know how to explain it, it's like it stripped me of something instead of giving me something Savannah: it felt like, oh, I'm just your girlfriend now, okay Jac: like a kind of diminishment of who you are Jac: not the pride to be with you and know you and love you Jac: I see that Jac: I was never anyone's girlfriend, but that's the feeling I got from them Jac: a title for THEM not YOU Savannah: of course you understand, you always do Jac: not that I was bothered what they thought Jac: but it would have been upsetting if I was, definitely Savannah: I hate that Jac: it's okay, that's all over Savannah: I'm going to make you so happy Jac: I know you will

[ectoflowermaid]

Hi! I'm a Page of Breath and I'm wondering if you could do an analysis for it?

Page of Breath

Hey hey hey this ones been sitting in my inbox and I didn’t delete it w the rest bc I recognize ur url so here ya go my dude thanks 4 being patient!!!

Pages are a slow burning class, they start off lacking their aspect though they pretend to have it in spades. Then, it is a journey for them to go from pretending to have their aspect, to growing into it and embracing their strongest selves. Pages generally have a very thick skin, they’re used to trying, failing, then getting back up to try again and again until they get it right. Pages take criticism in stride and love to keep moving forward, they’re all about personal growth. They must keep working, keep enduring, until they confidently overcome their lack and become all the stronger for it.

Breath players value Freedom and Direction, they dislike being tied down and often dislike seeing others tied down. They trust which way the wind will blow and follow the paths their intuition will lead them down. Breath players are often very lighthearted, they dislike the hard and fast as they hate feeling shackled or limited. Breath players are very go with the flow and believe heavily in the importance of having fun and relaxing. Breath players will always be the friend that encourages you to spend the night doing something self-indulgent rather than getting a head start on responsibilities. Always ready with a joke to lighten the mood, Breath players are the yes men and definitely someone you want with you if you’re feeling down. However, Breath players must beware of apathy. They can easily lose focus on their responsibilities and goals, opting instead to treat themselves or take a break. Breath players have to work extra hard to keep to schedules and stay on track.

Tavros is a known Page of Breath, so we an analyze his journey is see how classpect affected him. Pages of Breath would start out acting as if they were very independent, they have everything under control and they are doing very well for themselves. Tavros would often escape to FLARP to avoid his realities, while FLARPing, he could be Pupa Pan, independent boy wonder. However, in reality he depended on his animal companions and the help of his friends. Truly, throughout the game we see him relying on players like Kanaya to help him out when other players, namely Vriska, were making life difficult for him. It’s not until the end of the game, once Tavros has truly come into his own by becoming independent, going out and talking to people and inspiring them to free themselves from LE that he truly becomes a fully realized PoB.

So, as a Page of Breath, one might tend to act more independent than they truly are, when in reality they are relying heavily on the help of others. Whether this manifests as roleplaying the way it did for Tavros, or another form of escapism, the independence is an illusion. Perhaps this takes the form of imitating another’s independence, ironically making them dependent on that person. Either way, Pages are the definition of “fake it till you make it”, and the PoB is no different. Pages of Breath act carefree and childlike, they often indulge in childlike activities (board games, stuffed animals, candy, etc) and are often very excitable, passionate people. They are all about acting free and having fun and doing things that they want to the point where, like a child, they think of themselves as independent adults, unaware (whether intentionally or unintentionally so) of a parental figure or guide around them that is helping to pull the strings. Sort of an “ignorance is bliss” situation.

As a PoB matures and becomes fully realized, they start to take their freedoms and responsibilities more seriously. They will begin to see what held them back before, and will make conscious choices and decisions about whether or not the path set out before them is the path they truly want, or if it’s just the path of least resistance. They begin to realize what they’ve been doing simply out of a sense of obligation, or because it is something they actually enjoy doing, and will take that into account when making promises in the future. Sometimes, this includes the realization that they still need to honor those commitments, despite not enjoying them, because responsibility doesn’t necessarily mean being tied down, it means being free and making that decision to stay grounded anyways. It is that sense of maturity that marks the passage of a Page of Breath’s journey. A good example of this would be Aang from ATLA.

Abilities in the game would include inspiring others to free themselves from both literal and metaphorical shackles that bind them, in the way that Tavros inspires the ghosts from alternate timelines to band together and form an army to take down LE. They could likely inspire those who feel trapped or hopeless, and possibly even inspire other players to do things not technically possible, such is the power of their inspiration. By visualizing certain outcomes, the Page of Breath could help them to occur simply by imagining and spurring others to action.

[cutegirlmayra]

Hey! I really love your prompts! They make my day! I was thinking...have you seen that boom!sonamy comic where they're in a cave on a mission and Sonic is expecting Amy to maybe try to flirt with him? Could it be something along those lines? It's ok if you don't do this, I'm sure you have plenty other requests too lol

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But is he really okay with it..?

Prompt:

 Sonic couldn’t take too much of the heat, nor the uncomfortable feeling of being trapped under a leaky cave like this.

With Amy Rose…

‘Phh, it’s hot in here.’ he lightly fanned out his bandanna, before wondering why Amy wanted to come all the way out this far with him…

The cave had some decent beauty to it, he supposed.

Suddenly… Sonic realized how… dark and humid it really was…

‘Uh-oh!’ he flinched, twitching back when the thought of Amy’s lowered eyes… blinking to him in a slow.. alluring way… caught the fancy of his imagination.

There was… technically… some beauty… in the cave…

“Wow..!”

Sonic heard the gasp and crunched up, shifting his body lower before swiping his eyes and head over to her.

“What is this place?”

Sonic took more notice of Amy’s features… how she had grown up… the way her hand laid by the crook of the ending curve of her silhouette…

He had barely noticed, but he was checking her out and subconsciously making decisions.

Suddenly, Amy seemed to grow nervous. Seeing Sonic staring at her, she sweat dropped a little and turned to meet his stare.

With the awkward silence, brought increased tension, and her eyes shrunk at him not saying anything with his prolonged stare…

“What’s that for!?” she saw his odd expression, but could barely make out in the dark the slight red upon his cheeks.

He also felt the awkwardness, but for some reason, it pulled him towards her,… he moved away from it though, uncertain as he also shared in her nerves.

“..Aren’t you going to..?”

“To what?!” Now Amy was getting upset, seeing him distracted, but she figured maybe he wanted her to lead the charge towards completing their mission.

Sonic suddenly straightened himself out, as if he suspected her of ‘playing dumb’ but wasn’t going to condemn her for it…

Still, he had to look smart, right?

“Yeah… you know…” he waved his hands out, down and out, to hint to her that he was ‘catching on’ to what she was ‘throwing down’.

He played it cool, not wanting to mess up his first real makeout session.

“We are alone, The lights are off..” he was trying to create… ‘the mood’…

“You’re not gonna try and seduce me, right?”

he prepared himself, getting it together and telling himself it was gonna be a run for the rings…

‘Come and get me, Amy…’

Amy was half-listening, half-ignoring him. She was preoccupied with looking around for the crystal, the true mission at stake here.

She had long since concealed more her obsession for Sonic, but even now, he was only making it awkward and not at all what he ‘thought’ was stirring anything in her.

‘Where coud that Crystal be..?’ she barely admired the cave’s beauty, but in the dark, it did glow and radiate some magnificent light…

It could be romantic…

But she kinda shrugged it away, it’s not like Sonic would-

She suddenly picked up on his last line, and every bone in her body spazzed out at around the same time. It was a like a ringing of a bell going off in her craving-deprived mind and she quickly stepped back to look at him.

By now, he was just wondering when she’d pounce… turning his bandanna around, he carefully, silently… undid the knot for her and waited for her to make the first- and last- true move on him to end and sweeten the deal…

Boy was he wrong.

“GEEZ, SONIC!” she flung her arms out to direct him to the lighted, crystalline path.

“Focus on your job!” she scolded, an eye twitching as she used every mental practice of discipline to tell herself he was kidding.

Startled, he shot himself straight up in an army man’s stance, hands to his sides.

“O-okay…” he was more than embarrassed, he was confused, and downright…

Disappointed.

As they continued along, he mumbled little grumbles from the side of his face, at the corner of his frowny mouth. Looking off away from her, he would secretly take glances back at her, seeming more and more frustrated as she walked on ahead.

‘What’s her problem?!’ he moved himself over rocks in their path. ‘She should have been all over me!’

Amy suddenly stopped in the middle of her stride towards deeper within the cave.

‘H-huh.. what’s she doing?’ Sonic froze up a moment, looking perplexed with an ‘o’ in the center of his mouth, as if confused by why she stopped.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, smirking smugly…

‘Heh-heh! She must have realized what a missed opportunity she had! Alright… I’ll let you make it up. No harm… no foul…’ he switched his bandanna around again, before she turned her head over her shoulders.

He flinched at the deep and menacing glare that she held, before she continued to walk on.

Shivering, and not sure if she somehow hated him now or something, he continued to follow her in absolute puzzlement.

“W-what did I do wrong!?” Sonic blurted out, as she ‘hmph’d and pouted,… what he couldn’t see… were faint pink blushes on her cheeks…

The two continued through, as Sonic raced below her while she acrobatically swung herself up one pink, streaking horizontal pillar to the next.

She was gracefully beautiful… and he found himself staring at her with a puffed up cheek of annoyance.

He looked away after a moment, before spinning himself up and dashing up a speed-ramp.

“Amy!” he called out, as she saw the robots coming and jumped in the air to him.

They clasped hands and he swung her to hit the robots that were coming down from the opening at the top, before they landed in it as the robotic pieces of armor came crashing down with the mechanical worms that were piloting them.

They’re hands stayed together as they both peered down at the falling scrap metal.

“That’ll show’em.” Sonic smirked, before looking at them holding hands.

He flinched, and looked away a moment, still blushing.

Amy thought to herself, still staring down. ‘Phew, that was close.’ before looking back up and freaking out once again, her eyes turning white in pure shock at Sonic’s new expression.

He must have thought the expression made him look cool, trying to be extra-handsome, and purse up his lips and give her seductive eyes, but she just threw her arm out of his and walked on, gesturing to the end of the tunnel’s glowing lights.

“MISSION. AT. HAND.” she scolded once again.

“A..Alright.” he freezed up again in a military stance.

‘That’s twice now she’s rejected me!’ After continuing their advance, he rolled up and tightened his bandaging on his arm before Amy noticed his struggles.

‘She can’t really hate me! What did I do? I even tried the first move this time-ah!’

She suddenly put her hands on his shoulders. “Stop a second.” she looked seriously up at him.

‘Ack! this is it!’ he flipped out a moment before taking a deep breath in and closing his eyes.

She didn’t notice and moved for his arm.

He turned his chibi-crying face away from her as she helped clean-up his poor handiwork on his arm’s bandages.

‘Why..???’ he mentally cried out.

“Honestly, you need… to take better care of yourself.” she was blushing..?

Sonic turned back to notice this.

“Hey, Amy… I’ve noticed something.” he was more genuine now, but also innocently inquiring.

She was trying so hard, holding everything back, resisting the urge to hit him just because she didn’t want to frighten him with her constant doting anymore…

“…But you’ve been kinda serious lately, huh?”

She held it together, when she really just wanted to be held at that moment.

Her body quaked, and Sonic took that as her growing frustrated, and flinched back.

“I-I take it back! You’re just super dedicated to helping everyone, r-right!?” he waved his free hand out to try and subdue her anger, but she quickly got up from attending him and twitched her closed-fists.

He looked worried a moment, sweat dropping before…

She looked up with a bright red face.

“YOU DOTE! I’m trying to be sensitive to how you feel!” she blurted out.

He blinked in confusion. “Eh?” he tilted his head as a hammer came crashing down on him.

“OW! H-hey…” he pouted, rubbing his head that he lowered before seeing her turn around, gripping her hammer and hunching over slightly away from him.

“I… emm…” she was still quaking, trying to hold her feelings in… but she really wanted to cry. “Stop teasing me.. it isn’t funny.”

He lowered one hand down.

“…I… I don’t want… em… to distract you.”

He walked towards her, lowering his other arm too and extending them out.

Towards her.

“I just really want to get the mission done!” she thrust herself upwards as his hands flinched back and withdrew themselves from coming around her.

“-And you have to act like me caring about your bandages is ‘too serious’, geez!” she hollered back, and continued on, “Honestly, am I the only one whose trying to be a proper hero here?”

Once again… he misread the situation, and looked almost like he was giving up the ghost.

“I give up. I can’t understand you.” he swayed as if all energy was lost from him.

As they were about to exit the cave, he folded his arms and pouted, looking away while Amy stared at a beautiful scene in front of them.

“For once, nothing is chasing us!” she then continued but he wanted to just leave. Being around her was confusing him, and he didn’t like being so unsure of himself…

Suddenly, as they walked away, she spun around and pecked his cheek after he waited a moment for her to explore her surroundings.

He stepped to the side, pleasantly startled, and tried to hide his embarrassment at not being ready for her sweet action.

“W-wh-what was that for?!” he stated, surprised as his hands came up to ‘guard’ himself from any further unexpected surprises.

She leaned a little forward, to the side of him, and put her hands behind her. She cutely beamed a sweet grin up to him, closing her eyes, “For letting me have my way~” she teased, and then continued on, looking determined and refocused again.

“Now, let’s find the others and the rest of the crys-ACK!”

She had raised a fist up, heroically, before turning back to seeing Sonic flinging off his bandanna reaching an arm out for her again.

When he saw she wasn’t ‘still in that mindset’ he raced back for his bandanna, “Oh no! The wind! My bandanna! Get back here, you-!!!” he faked his worry about the bandanna and darted to grab it again, comically jumping and missing it on purpose to throw her off his…

Original… intent…

Author’s notes:

(This is AU but I thought it matched the ‘feel and tone’ of the comic characters and setting :) What do you think? Silly Sonic~ Always misinterpreting the new Amy! Loll!)

[zzizzigom]

I'm not sure if you're open for requests or if you take requests but if you do would you pretty please write a Hyungwon DJ AU based off his pictures from KCON Japan. He just looked so good and I've been craving DJ AU ever since.

you know I actually haven’t figured out a requesting policy yet, but I too needed some DJ Hyungwon so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

I hope you enjoy it and please excuse me if there’s any mistakes >.

Characters: Hyungwon x Female Reader 

Genres/Warnings: some swearing near the end

Length: 2077 words

You’resitting in a booth, the Shirley Temple you had ordered long forgotten andwatered down. Your full attention is on the book in front of you. Barelyhearing the pounding bass of the music, you bite your lip in anticipation asyou flip the page. Reading the following words your eyes widen; the main characterhas just figured out their significant other has been working for the villainsthe whole time. Having been sucked into this book body and soul, you couldalmost feel the same betrayal as the protagonist. Needing to take a break, yousit back in the booth and place your bookmark in between the pages beforeshutting the novel.

Decidingnow would be a good time to check on your drunker than drunk friends you lookup and scan the crowd.

Thebodies of the clubbers are too packed to really see anything properly. Youreyes are traversing over the gyrating hips and hair flips before you finallyspot your friend’s sparkling headband. She has her hands around her boyfriend’sneck and they’re swaying explicitly to the beat. Content that they’re okay yousettle back into your spot.

Allof a sudden, a tall figure slides into the booth. Internally rolling your eyes,you’re getting ready to turn down another drunk man but you stop short whenyour eyes take in just how gorgeous this stranger is.

Hishair is dark and styled messily with a slight side part. A few strands fallover his dark, intoxicating eyes. His black V-neck accents his collarbonesnicely from under the thick leather jacket he’s wearing. He looks like thetypical “bad boy” described in your favorite novels.

Thestranger looks directly at you and you see hesitance grace his features beforehe brings a finger up to his mouth – those lips are to die for – in a hushmotion. Then positioning his body so that his back is to the club, he rests hiselbow on the table before leaning his temple onto his closed fist.

Toanyone outside the booth you figured the two of you looked like you weretalking but in reality he was only staring down at the table. However, youwanted to hear his voice, wanted to hear what sound came out of those prettylips. You’re about to ask a question but before you can his eyes dart to thebook in front of you and then back up to you with amusement in his eyes.

“You’rereading in a club?” Oh God, his voice isas beautiful as I hoped. You hope your thoughts aren’t visible on your faceas you nod. To sooth your suddenly dry throat, you take a sip of your soda onlyto immediately make a face at the watered down grenadine syrup. The strangerchuckles but doesn’t say anything.

“I’monly here to be designated driver.”

“Mmm.”He nods.

Whennothing else is said, you start to fidget. Your knee bounces and then yourfingers start to drum against the hardcover of your book. The man howevercontinues to sit there, this time observing a tear on the knee of his blackjeans.

“Um,was there something I could help you with?” You ask.

“Ohno,” he replied. He turns to peek over his shoulder and his profile just aboutleaves you breathless. How can someone bethis gorgeous? “I’m just hiding from some people.”

“Who?”

“Seethat group over there? One of them is in the neon orange dress.”

Youlook around him and sure enough there’s a group of girls seemingly being led bythe one in the orange dress. They’re sticking together as they look around theclub, their eyes narrowing in on men in leather jackets.

Witha scoff you look at the stranger with a raised brow. “You sure do cheat a lot.”

Allprevious thoughts of how handsome this man is were starting to leave and youready yourself to call out to the women. Anticipation was crawling up yourstomach to see this man get what he deserved.

“Waitwhat do you- oh! Oh no, no, no. It’s nothing like that, I swear!”

Yourhead tilts in disbelief making him become more and more flustered. He sits upfrom his leaning position and holds his hands in his lap. Through the coloredlights waving through the room you’re able to catch a slight blush on hischeeks.

Whenhe catches your expectant look he shrugs. “They’re my small but ever loyalfanclub.”

Youblink. “Your fanclub?”

“Yeah.”

“Soyou’re a model, then?” He smirks slightly at the compliment but shakes hishead. You take another guess, “An idol?”

“No.I’m a DJ here. My friend, Jooheon, owns the club and lets me and our otherfriends work here when we need the extra cash. I’m on summer break at school soI’ve been here for a little bit.”

“Andin that bit you’ve developed a fanclub.”

“Exactly.”

Youcheck the time on your phone and see it’s nearing one. Your friend had made youpromise not to keep her out after two since she had work the next day. Why shedecided to go clubbing the day before a shift was beyond you. “Well, I shouldget going. My friends are pretty hard to get out of the club when they’re thisgone, and we have a while to get home.”

“You’renot gonna stay for my segment?”

“Whywould I?” You don’t mean it rudely, though it sounds like it. You worryslightly that you’ve scared off the handsome man despite being the one toinitiate leaving. But thankfully the stranger seems to get it and smiles.

“BecauseI’m the best at this club.”

Youscoff. “Careful now, wouldn’t want your fanclub gaining a new member to followyou around.” The man laughs, the sound joyous and contagious enough to have thecorners of your mouth twitching. You exhale and face the man again. “Butseriously, I don’t even know your name.”

Theman’s face is still light with laughter as he answers. “Hyungwon. Or DJ H.ONE,whichever you prefer.”

Withlight amusement falling over your face you give a small shake of the head. “Niceto meet you Hyungwon, I’m Y/N.”

“Therenow we know each other, so you have to stay for the show.” Hyungwon looks atyou expectantly and you shut your eyes as you nod in a weak resistance. I walked into that one, didn’t I?

“Ihave to get my friends home,” you reiterate.

“Myset’s in five minutes. Just stay for the first number.”

Youwonder why he’s so adamant in having you stay to watch. You figure it must bethat struggling musician in him and not the off chance that he’s interested inyou. But you still find yourself relenting.

“Fine,fine. But only the first song.”

Hyungwonbeams and you have to look away to avoid smiling back. You play it off astrying to find your friends again. When you see them still dancing you nod toyourself. Hyungwon gets up out of the booth then. Your eyes follow his movementand when he meets your gaze he gives a quick wave before waltzing off towardsthe front of the club.

Onceagain alone, you contemplate picking your book back up but decide against it.When you get to the really good parts you want to be curled up on your readingchair with your late night snacks. Instead you pack your purse up and head overto the bar with your glass. When you get the bartender’s attention you ask foranother Shirley.

Beforeyour drink arrives, the song currently playing fades out and plays in thebackground as someone speaks into a microphone.

“ClubStarship! Are! You! Ready!!” Hyungwon’s voice fills the club, its husky tonedrawing your attention. Everyone starts to cheer and jump up with their hands inthe air in anticipation. The beat starts to pick up again as it nears the beatdrop.

Youcan feel the counter of the bar vibrating to the bass. All of a sudden the beaterupts through the building and you watch as everyone starts to excitedly jumpto the beat. You find your head starts to bob along to the beat as you pick upyour new drink and hand over some cash to the bartender. He’s a muscular manwith a seemingly intimidating aura but the smile he gives you is gentle. Like a teddy bear.

Sippingthrough the straw your eyes once again find Hyungwon and you watch in almost atrance as he dances along to the beat.

Everynow and then he glances around the club-goers with a bite of his lip and hoodedeyes. It has you feeling a certain way in your chest but you try to ignore it.

Suddenlyyour friend is flopping against the bar next to you completely shocking you outof your staring.

“ThisDJ is fucking amazing!” She yells over the music at you. She has a tendency tostart cussing as she becames more and more inebriated. Behind her, herboyfriend nods in agreement as he continues to watch the show. “And hot ashell, which is a total plus.”

“Hey,”her boyfriend snaps to attention only to stumble slightly at the fast movement.

Youlaugh, “I think it’s time to get you guys home.”

“Andmiss this amazing DJ?! Hell no!”

“It’salready one, hun,” you say gently. “You have work, remember?”

Yourfriend groans but eventually nods in agreement to your relief. The last thingyou wanted to do was struggle with her to leave. You decide to wait a littlebit, wanting to fulfil your promise to Hyungwon.

He’scompletely lost in the music at this point. He’s turning dials all whileswaying to the beat. His head nods along when he’s really into it and you can’thelp but find it absolutely adorable how his brow creases slightly inconcentration. He looks up then and meets your gaze. You almost laugh at theabsurdity of the moment, things like that only happy in the dramas, but you can’thelp the butterflies in your stomach.

Hyungwongives you an expectant look, or maybe it’s an “I told you so” look but you can’tquite tell. In reply you cross your arms and give a one shouldered shrug in an “yeahyou’re okay” gesture. You see his face break into a grin but you can’t hear theaccompanying laugh as the song suddenly shifts into a new beat.

“Alright,kids,” you announce to your friends. “It’s time to go.”

“Yesma’am!” They both chant and soon you’re hauling them both towards the door.

“Sowait,” you friend puts down her make up brush to look at you in disbeliefthrough the mirror. “You left last night without getting the hot DJ’s number?Y/N what were you thinking?”

Youroll your eyes and flip the page of your book. You were getting closer to thefinal stretch and didn’t want to be interrupted.

“Iwasn’t in my right mind,” you deadpan, trying to appease to her. Insidethrough, you’re mentally slapping yourself.

“Noyou weren’t!” She shakes your head at you but lets the subject drop as shereturns to her make up.

“Hyungwonniemet a giiiirl~” Minhyuk pokes his fingers into Hyungwon’s arm as he teases him.Hyungwon tries to brush him off but he comes right back to continue poking.

“Youshould’ve told me,” Shownu speaks up. They’re sitting in the empty club at arandom booth. It’s supposed to be a business meeting for the upcoming shift,but after Wonho spilled that he saw Hyungwon “flirting” with someone the topicchanged.

Shownusits down at he booth and pops open a soda. “I would’ve given her a drink onthe house.”

“Shewas designated driver,” Hyungwon says around a yawn. “She was drinking aShirley Temple.”

Recognitionlights up Shownu’s eyes. “With the book, right?” Hyungwon nods, suddenlyinterested. “She seemed sweet. Tipped really good too.”

“Justtext her or something already,” Kihyun urges the taller boy with a light shoveof his shoulder. The others nod in agreement.

Hyungwon,who already doesn’t move very much, completely freezes. His eyes widening ever soslightly. Everyone catches the change in demeanor and soon all six of them letout a groan. Hyungwon sighs. “Shit.”

[thirstyfortom]

Can I request a headcannon where MC has a major crush on RFA+Saeran&V but had a past relationship which hurt them deeply, and feel like they would never be able to be happy, kinda like Seven. When they find out they love them back, MC panics, and doesn't want to believe it. They try so hard to not panic, but still have that tiny fear, which becomes huge that they dont love the MC. They probably need a lot of reassurance. I'm so sorry.. I had a rough month ;;

Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to read that, I hope you’re feeling better and if you feel like it, my chat is always open. Talk to me if you want to, okay?

So, I hope this brings you some comfort:

RFA + Saeran and V with a MC who’s afraid of love

Zen

 Comeon, everybody in Korea must have a crush on Zen, you are not different

That’swhat you’ve been telling yourself in order to convince that these feelingsaren’t a big deal

Everytimehe hugs you and tells you how cute you are, you feel like melting!

 Yes,it’s a very familiar sensation, as you already heard this from another risingstar in the show business.

That fling with that singer ended as fast asit started, but he has fame, money and lots of people who idolize him, what doyou have now?

Soyeah, forget that heat growing all over your body when Zen confessed his lovefor you. You heard this before, you couldn’t handle being hurt again, no, notby him.

Zen didn’t expect that reaction from you. Whenhe told you, he was waiting for a “Oh my God! I love you back!” and the mostromantic kiss ever. Instead, he won a “I see…” and you walking away from hisapartment.

Hewent after you, meeting you sitting in the emergency stairs and crying. “MC!What happened? Why are you crying?”

“Whydid you do this to me, Zen? Couldn’t you keep this as a fan-idol relationship?Why did you have to tell me this?”

“BecauseI… couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I love you, I… have been in love withyou for a while now. And… I understand you don’t feel the same way, but…” youstared at him.

“Zen,I feel the same way! That’s the problem! Don’t you see?” he couldn’t see theproblem, no. You sighed: “How am I not sure you won’t leave me as soon as youget really famous? Or worst, you’ll try to hide me from everybody? I can’t be aguilty pleasure, Zen! I wouldn’t be able to endure this again!”

Oh,now he knows what’s going on. Yeah, when he met you, he knew you were familiar,you dated that guy from the labor record he’s about to be hired. And he felt…angry and sad for you, like that guy broke his heart by breaking yours.

Sohe hugged you and hummed lullabies to you to calm you down. You knew youshouldn’t let him that close, but… could you resist him?

 Youwere scared and worried, and your love for him was flooding your heart. Youwanted his love, but right now, what you really needed was his patience.

Andhe would be patient.

 Yoosung

Howcould you not fall for him? He was caring, smart, sweet…

He’sso different from all the guys you’ve been dating so far. All of them so rude andselfish.

Butmaybe you deserved it? Well, so what have you done differently to deserveYoosung? Nothing, right?

Soyou don’t deserve him. And worse: you’ve got so used to being hurt, what if youended up hurting him? No…

Thatwas the first thing you thought when he confessed his feelings for you.

Hewas a sweating nervous mess, yet he said it. And though he still had hop, hewas pretty much waiting for a rejection.

Butyou didn’t really reject him, you just told him you needed to go and… ignoredhim for the rest of the week, which was even worse than a direct rejection.

Hedidn’t want to piss you off, but he needed an answer, even if was a “no” so hecould at least try to move on… emphasis on try.

Whenyou saw him waiting for you at your place’s door, you wanted to turn around andrun, but your legs felt weaker. Something about his curious eyes staring at youpulled you towards him.

“I’msorry, MC.” What? But you’ve been ignoring him, you should be the one to saythis. See what I’m saying? You would definitely hurt him eventually.

“Don’tbe sorry. You did nothing wrong. Well, except for falling for me.” “MC… whywould you say something like this?”

“BecauseI’m so scared of hurting you, Yoosung. You don’t deserve being hurt like I did,you have no idea how awful it is, and I don’t want you to ever feel like this,especially because of me!”

“I’mpretty sure you didn’t deserve either, MC. I… I don’t know exactly what you’vebeen through, but… I know you didn’t deserve it. And… if you know how it feels,then you won’t do to other people, right? To me… if you… you know, if youreally like me…”

Hehugged you timidly, but you could feel all his love and care for you. You twowere so insecure, would it worth chasing this relationship?

Yes,it would. And he will definitely chase it.

Jaehee

Fallingfor her was a big surprise for you.

 Youcrushed and hid all the feelings you ever had for women before ever since thatgirl from school not only rejected you, as also dragged you out of the closetfor everybody to know.

Soyou swore you would never fall for a woman before and… well, that didn’t workout, did it?

Butwhen Jaehee told you she was in love with you, you… didn’t know how to respond.

Becauseit was new for you. You know, having reciprocated feelings for a woman?

Andthat was the problem! It was new! You didn’t know what to do, what if yourinexperience made you really mess things up?

So,as much as you wanted to yell “I LOVE YOU BACK!” you kept serious and told heryou two were better as friends.

Andthere was that part of her that agreed with you. It was better, she couldn’trisk losing you forever if a romantic relationship didn’t work out.

Soshe settled for this. You both settled.

Butit was so uncomfortable, it wasn’t the same thing as before now that you knewyou two felt the same way, and the only thing getting on the way of happinesswas you and your fears.

Shenoticed you were distant, and when she couldn’t stand your cold treatmentanymore, she confronted you: “You told nothing would change after I confessed,MC. But it did! Why? You think I’m going to attack you? Are you scared of me?”she didn’t want to come off angry, but she was desperate.

“Never, Jaehee! I’m scared of myself…” “What…what do you mean?” “I’m scared of not knowing how to deal with my feelings foryou, they are so overwhelming, but… I’m scared because it’s all new to me,Jaehee.”

Nowshe’s the one feeling overwhelmed, you… feel the same as she does? All thistime?

“I’mscared too. This is very new to me as well.” She says, hugging you.

Well,so maybe you could guide each other in this new journey?

Jumin

Ittook you a while to notice your admiration and needing to take care of him wasn’ta friendship thing.

Youdesired him with every inch of your body and soul. But he seemed so out of yourleague.

Yes,how somebody like him could ever look at you and see something other than asilly, innocent and cully person?

Sowhen he confessed to you, showing an eloquence he never showed before, youlegitimately thought this was a joke.

Hehad an odd sense of humor, but honestly, this was cruel. Playing with people’sfeelings like this was beyond unacceptable, even for someone who struggled somuch with feelings like him.

Youwere offended, you never expected something so cruel coming from him. Wasn’t hea gentleman? Wasn’t he trying to be more aware of people’s feelings?

Soyou told him to go away and only look for you when he has a proper apology. Andhe left, confused and… hurt?

Hegot a headache from how much he wondered about what he could possibly have donewrong. He was new to this, but… the magazines he read and the soap operas hewatched gave him the feeling he was on the right track with this.

Maybeit was because you didn’t feel the same way as he did? But still, he knew you,you were gentle, sweet, you would reject him politely.

Sodisobeying you, he looked for you without a proper apology, he needed to knowwhat he did wrong and how could he make it right in the future. Maybe not with you,but with someone who could make him feel a little like you do, if this was evenpossible.

“I’msorry to bother you but I need an answer, MC.” “Oh, you need an answer? Howpretentious of you, Jumin, seriously! I never expected you to disappoint melike this!”

“Sotell me why. Why am I a disappointment? What have I done wrong to you?” “Youreally want to make me say it? Oh my God…” you were only getting madder, youtwo weren’t going nowhere with this.

“MC,I love you. Period. And although I don’t know what I did, I understand you don’tfeel the same way and I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I only wishgood things to you, I would never hurt you on purpose.” Yes, that was right… hewould never do this. So… this meant…

“I…feel the same way, Jumin. I… am the one who should apologize. I got sodefensive thinking you were joking.” “Why would I ever joke about my love foryou?” “Because… I never thought someone like you could seriously love someonelike me.”

Buthe did, and looking for professional help for the love of his life was hisfirst top priority now.

Saeyoung

Howwould you not fall for him? You loved all his sides.

Thefunny 707 and the deep Saeyoung, you loved in all of his facets, would they bebad or good.

 Andknowing all his insecurities and depressive thoughts, you knew you couldn’t bean extra problem for him.

Sowhen he told you how much he loved you, you knew he couldn’t be thinkingstraight, this was his fears getting the best of him.

Sonow it was your turn on pushing him away. You told him you were flattered, butyou two were better as friends.

Hewas waiting exactly for this, but he didn’t regret getting this off his chest.At least now he could live in peace with this knowing he tried, he wouldn’t bewondering what could have happened if he never told you anything.

Buthe missed you… he missed you so much!

Hemissed your conversations over the phone, your laugh, your honesty… he neededto talk to you gain.

Hehesitated a lot, you already said no, why was he insisting? Call it crazy, butit was almost like God was telling him this wasn’t over.

Andthere he was, standing at your door with the RoboCat. “Meow~ God Seven is withthe person he likes!” the cat said.

“That’sright, RoboCat.” “Saeyoung, I…” “~God Seven already knows your answer, but hemisses you, meow. Can’t you two be friends?”

“I’mafraid not, RoboCat, I… regardless of what I feel, I can’t be another problemon Go… Saeyoung’s life.”

“Whatdo you mean with ‘regardless of what you feel’?” he asked, not RoboCat. “Do you…like me back, MC?”

 “~Meow,I sense love from both ways here.” “Yes, but…” there was no but, not for him,so he went to hug you.

Althoughyou didn’t say much, he knew exactly what you were feeling and why you wereholding back. He would show you that there was no need to.

 Saeran

Ohmy god, how did that happen?

Hewas relying on you to help him with therapy and you were having these romanticfantasies about him? How stupid of you!

Andselfish! He counted on you, and you daydreaming about something he wouldprobably never be able to correspond?

Butthen… he confessed. And nothing made sense anymore.

No,he was confused, he was projecting in you, right? He couldn’t actually be inlove with you or with anyone else, for that matter.

So,painfully you backed away. It was for his own good.

Saeranwasn’t angry, but he was sad. Was he really reading the signs that wrong? Heknew he wasn’t the best at this, but… weren’t you being very clear how much youcherished him?

Hethought he was allowed to feel the same, but… he wasn’t? Why? And even if thatwas the case, why would you back away like this? This wasn’t like you!

No,you were sweet and even if you didn’t love him, you cared for him, you wouldn’tabandon him like this, never!

Heneeded to know exactly what was going on, so he convinced his brother to lookfor you.

Buthe didn’t ask his brother to call you and tell you Saeran was missing you. No,he didn’t want you to feel pity or obligated to come and see him.

Butas soon as you did, he realized how much he was missing you. And you definitelymissed him too…

“Whathappened to you?” he asked, he didn’t want to sound hurt, but maybe he was andthat’s how it came off. “I’m… I’m sorry for being weird, MC. I didn’t want toscare you and I really thought I was doing the right thing…”

“Saeran,there’s nothing wrong with you, I… I think I’m the problem here. Because I loveyou so much and that’s a problem because that’s not what you need from me!” “Letme the judge on that.” He said, pulling you for a hug.

Yes,you definitely needed each other’s love.

V

Hewas everything you could want in a person.

Hewas intelligent, sweet, caring, he was… perfect!

Yourtherapist talked about this tendency of yours. Falling for men who seem out ofreach so you could be rejected and sink in your low self esteem all over again.

Wereyou doing this again? Because it felt a little different… well, it feltdifferent the other times too…

Sowhen he confessed to you, you weren’t sure how to react. You were beingcorresponded for the first time.

Thisamazing guy loves you back, yes, that’s the problem, he’s too amazing for you,he would notice pretty fast that there was nothing fascinating about you…

Sowhy even bother trying to start something that is destined to end up bad. Withyou hurt for not being able to match him?

Youtold him you needed some time to think, and of course he didn’t oppose, hewould give you all the time you needed!

 Butit’s been a while, actually, really long, he didn’t hear from you. He felt aweird vibe coming from you, but he thought you were just shy.

Hedidn’t want to pressure you, but… he wanted to know if he could have hope or ifhe should try to let you go.

Sohe asked to talk to you alone when you two meet at a RFA gathering.  You didn’t want to, but you had, you let himhanging on for too much time.

“MC,I don’t mean to pressure you or anything, but it’s been a while since I openedup my heart to you, and I…” “V, I like you so much! You have no idea!, but…”

“But?”“I’m so afraid of how much it will hurt when you realize I’m not good enoughfor you…”

“MC,This will never happen. I can guarantee you with all my love for you.” He huggedyou and kept saying sweet things to you until the RFA realized you two wouldn’tbe coming out and they should leave.

Youwould definitely have to go back to therapy, and he would always be there tosupport you.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: I'm sorry Rio: I handled that poorly Rio: and that fucked up being there for you about the Chloe thing so yeah, my bad Buster: She ain't the one I care about Rio: I know Rio: but I care about you and I didn't show it Buster: Nah, what you showed me is that you don't know 'cause you compared me to him Buster: He's never cared about you Rio: I did Rio: I was angry and I just felt gross, not an excuse but I didn't mean it Rio: You know I didn't, right? Buster: I don't know Buster: I've told you before, lads have done a fucking number on you, I don't know how you think Buster: Maybe it is all the same to you, like Buster: And maybe this is fucked up Buster: 'Cause I did wanna fuck you and yeah, I've known you as long as he has Buster: Maybe everyone's right and I'm wrong Rio: Do you want to stop? Buster: I don't wanna be another fucked up relationship for you Rio: You aren't Rio: and it isn't the same for me but if you don't believe me you don't believe me, you don't have to Buster: I want to Rio: I know you ain't got much reason to Rio: and it was especially fucked 'cos of how Chloe did you Rio: I don't know, it was easier to say that when I thought you were attacking me about it Buster: I'm a cunt when I get mad but I'm not ever trying to put this on you Buster: I mean it every time I say he's the one who's fucked Buster: You could be a literal star on pornhub and it still ain't right how he is with you Rio: So am I Rio: Yeah Rio: I just don't like thinking about it Rio: never mind talking about it Buster: I'm sorry Buster: I just want you to be able to talk about it with someone so you don't think bad shit like that, you know Rio: Don't say sorry, I'm meant to be apologising Rio: It's not easy, I know you get that Buster: I don't care, I feel it so I'm gonna say it Buster: I wanna make things easier for you but I somehow fuck it up so Rio: You do make things easier for me Rio: never mind easy, you make so much shit bearable that otherwise wouldn't be Buster: Tell me how I can make this better too Rio: I don't know, babe Rio: I'm messed up Buster: You're not Buster: The situation is Rio: Well, a little bit, let's be real Buster: No more than anyone else Buster: Less than me Rio: Come on Rio: Ain't a competition either of us need to wino Buster: I still am though Rio: Okay, okay, I'll let you have it Rio: Can we be good? Rio: It's Christmas Buster: We can be good 'cause I love you Buster: And I miss you Buster: I don't care what time of year it is Rio: Promise Rio: Promise you don't think I'm too fucked Buster: Don't be stupid Buster: You know I think you're perfect Rio: I love you Buster: I love you, babe Buster: And I'm sorry, like it or not Rio: Well I'm more sorry Rio: deal with it Buster: Touche Rio: How are you Buster: Standard Buster: Are you okay? Rio: Are you being honest? Rio: I'm okay now we're talking Buster: I mean, I'm used to feeling like this, yeah Rio: That makes my heart hurt Rio: What can I do? Buster: You're doing it already Rio: I miss you Rio: What are you doing today? Buster: I just got back from the gym so I'm open to offers, like Rio: I'll think of something worth it then Buster: Don't you have work? Rio: Yeah but we've got a few hours Buster: I can make that work Rio: I need to do some shopping Rio: you got much left to get? Buster: No but like I need an excuse to buy shit for myself Buster: I'll still come with Rio: You can help Rio: I have no idea what to get, I got Pablo in the secret santa 🙄 Buster: You know it Buster: Always ready for heroics, however small Buster: That'll be easy Rio: Yeah, what I figured Rio: he'll be grateful for your input and so will I Buster: Yeah? Buster: I'll do my best for you then Rio: Yeah, you'll see Rio: What do you want for Christmas, seriously, I need clues Buster: I want you Rio: You already have me Rio: Goes without saying Buster: Not with the fam around it doesn't Rio: You know I'll find a way Rio: when everyone is in a food coma in front of the TV, no doubt Buster: That's why you're my fave, obviously Rio: I should hope so Rio: no one better be coming for my 👑 with a seriously good present, like Buster: I mean, Nance has form for good gifting but Rio: No need to tell me Rio: Least she's off my list Rio: not in a shady way, of course 😂 Buster: You've bought her gift before mine? 😒 Buster: Rude Rio: Awh baby, no 😘 we agreed to skip it so we can have money for Milan in the summer Buster: Good Rio: If I'm extra nice today will you give me a clue forreal? Buster: We'll see Rio: 😟 Please Buster: If you keep asking me that nicely Rio: Noted Rio: You getting me etiquette lessons? Buster: Fuck no Buster: Yesterday aside, I love the way you talk to me Rio: Yesterday won't happen again Rio: I promise Buster: You don't have to promise me that Buster: I'm always angry, I can't be that hypocrite, like Rio: I want to promise it though Rio: I promise I don't wanna be that mean again, even if I am, yeah Rio: that's a compromise Buster: Well then I promise too Rio: Baby, I missed you Buster: I love it when you call me that Rio: Good Rio: 'cos you are my baby Buster: I've missed you so much Buster: I couldn't sleep last night Rio: Me either Rio: It's hard enough when you're not there as is Rio: never mind not knowing if you're okay or if you hate me forever Buster: Baby, I could never Buster: Stay with me tonight, yeah? Buster: However late you're working I don't care Rio: I'm on 'til 1.30 Rio: I won't wake you if you're sleeping like an 😇 Buster: Wake me Rio: Only if I can do it in a fun way Buster: I'm not gonna give you a clue for that Buster: I reckon you've got it covered Rio: Not a total amatuer, like Buster: Good to know Buster: 'Cause I fucking ache for you already Rio: 😩 Oh God Rio: and your body is going to be so hard from the gym, please Buster: [sends some gym selfies from earlier cause you know he just has those] Rio: I want you Rio: Fuck baby Rio: I need you before we go out, like, there's no way I'm concentrating otherwise Buster: You've got me Buster: I'm right there with you, babe Buster: I need you so badly Rio: You're so gorgeous Rio: I want to put my hands and mouth all over every inch of you Buster: Jesus Buster: You have to, please Rio: I will Rio: Until you're begging me to touch you where you really need it most Buster: Fuck Rio: That's providing I can resist going straight there myself Buster: I won't be mad if you can't Rio: I bet Buster: I am mad that I have to get dressed right now though Rio: Don't Rio: not yet Buster: Say please Rio: Please Rio: I want you naked Buster: Okay Rio: I'll come to you Rio: Is anyone there? Buster: No Buster: But even if they were, I still need you here Rio: Thank fuck though Rio: but agreed, sorry everyone Buster: Are you gonna be mad if we don't make it to the shops? 'Cause you're not even in my bed yet but I don't want you to leave it Rio: Not even a little bit Buster: I'll get the cuffs out if necessary but I know you want your hands free so Rio: I'll be good Rio: for a little while Rio: then I might need reminding Buster: You're always so good, baby Rio: 'cos you earn it Rio: you're so good to me, daddy Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster Buster: Come and show me Rio: 🤤 I'm just toeing the line of staying turned on but not being so needy I can't drive Buster: Worry about driving, I'll worry about getting you there Rio: Stop being so hot then thank you Buster: You're the one telling me not to cover up Rio: 'cos the idea of having you naked and not appreciating every sensory delight of that goes against everything I stand for Buster: I know Rio: Now I'm distracted again Buster: As much as I want you to hurry up, I'd rather you didn't crash Rio: That's nice to know, babe Rio: romance ain't dead yet Buster: Shhh Buster: I'm saving the romance for when you make it here in one piece Rio: I know Rio: such a cutie Buster: Don't tell anyone Buster: Or I'll take the ice bucket I set up back downstairs, like Rio: 🤐 Rio: Good girl, promise Buster: I can promise now that nobody's here or they would have seen me by now Buster: So you don't have to stay quiet for long Rio: 😂 I'm glad you get to save that view just for me Buster: Me too 'cause I'm such a good boy that I didn't even slip my robe on Rio: 😋 Rio: you really putting in the hours to get on the nice list huh Rio: never too late babe Buster: 'Course Buster: I meant what I said, don't be sitting on Santa's lap and telling him what you want instead of me Rio: I was so gutted when we started arguing 'cos you killed me when you said that and what a waste Rio: not the only reason but you know, priorities Buster: 😂 Buster: How has he earnt that though like? Fuck off 🎅 Rio: Fair, only putting in graft one night a year is a bit of a cheek for all the hype he gets Buster: Cheers, babe Buster: So supportive Rio: You already know you my favourite daddy Buster: I like hearing it though Rio: I'll tell you all about it when I'm reeling off my wish list, like Buster: Yeah? Buster: While you can still speak, like Rio: Fuck Rio: I want that so bad Buster: I want you so bad Rio: I'm coming Buster: You're gonna be saying that again for me soon Rio: Can't even say promises promises because yeah Rio: I'm ready Rio: good thing we got a while to keep playing Buster: I'm gonna make the most of every minute with and for you baby Rio: Least they can't open Christmas Buster: Thank Christ Buster: You want me to keep you company tonight? I've got work I can do as per Rio: It's what he died for Rio: wrong holiday but still appreciated nonetheless Rio: 'course, likewise always appreciated Buster: 😂 Buster: I will then Buster: You can work on your focus while I'm being the hot nerd you like Rio: I'll do my best Rio: Lord knows you've got competition with all the rowdy work dos rn 🙄 Buster: Tell me what my word count has to be on my essay before I can go from nerd to hero and distract you how I do best Buster: 500? 1000? Let me know and when I reach it I'll reach for my phone and fave app Rio: Depends Rio: What's your total? Buster: 5000 Buster: Easy, like Rio: Hmm, you need to do 1000 then Buster: Alright Rio: How you doin' babe? Buster: How do you think? Rio: Keep on keeping on Rio: Poor baby 😢 Rio: Don't they know it's the most wonderful time of the year Buster: I'll remind you you said that at work later, yeah? Rio: 😏 Rio: the traffic around your way is the worst Rio: I've not moved in ages Buster: Well, if you don't need your hands on the wheel, use that to your advantage, like Rio: I like the way your mind works Buster: There are reasons you've kept me around this long Rio: I know, but if you wanna remind me I'm not gonna say no Buster: Good to know Buster: And likewise 'cause I'm thinking about how good it'll be when you finally show up Buster: So anything you wanna contribute is always appreciated Rio: [Pics] Rio: I got you Buster: Fuck Buster: You're so beautiful Rio: You're lovely Buster: I don't have words Buster: Taking my breath away too Rio: Cheap trick to get mouth to mouth Rio: but I'll allow it Buster: Now all I can think about is kissing you Buster: And just that shouldn't be getting to me how it is Rio: Why not Rio: Kissing is the best Buster: I just Buster: I never used to think so Buster: Breaking all my rules for you, like Rio: Well, you did need to work on your skillz Rio: but you know I'm the best Buster: You went from it weren't that bad to it was perfect, not technically but, back to shading me Buster: Damn Buster: Clearly I do Rio: 😬 Whoops Buster: 💔 Rio: Tryna motivate not bruise your ego baby Rio: You know I was still 😻 Buster: Yeah 'cause you loved me Buster: And you didn't know any better Rio: I do now Rio: Still 😻 Buster: I can't even play right now and act like its not like that for me Buster: You were good then, you're even better now Rio: Baby Buster: Tell yourself I'm only saying it 'cause I'm so turned on if you didn't wanna hear it but like, that isn't true Buster: I mean, I am desperate for you but Rio: No, I did Rio: I just don't know what to say Rio: or why you're so nice and perfect Buster: You don't have to say anything, baby, it's okay Buster: I know what you think and feel about me Rio: You do? Rio: Good, 'cos you've got to know Buster: I do Buster: Nobody shows me like you do, you know Rio: Better not Rio: I'll fight them Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: I wanna see that Rio: 😒 Rio: Be more typical Buster: I can't help that everything you do is hot Rio: You have fun with that 'cos I won't be going anywhere near you if you get with someone else Buster: I'd rather have fun with you Buster: You know nobody else comes close, right? Rio: Just don't forget then boy and we'll be fine Buster: Come on, I can't forget Buster: And if I ever did you can fight me instead Rio: I don't wanna Rio: You're too pretty Buster: You're not gonna be able to reach my face so it don't matter, babe Rio: Babe Rio: You know I know how to get you down on your knees Rio: Don't test me Buster: You say that like it's not exactly where I wanna be Rio: Not if you're getting beatdown Rio: I'm very tough and scary, remember Buster: You're so fucking hot is what you are Buster: I'd let you hurt me if you wanna Rio: There's nothing I wouldn't let you do honestly Rio: is that fucked Rio: I don't care Buster: If it's fucked we both are Buster: But it doesn't feel like that to me Rio: Me either Rio: You never make me feel like that Rio: wrong Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you shouldn't Buster: You make me feel like I can do anything and I want to give you that too Rio: Lots of my exes have, hell, people in general Rio: Good, 'cos you can Rio: gonna be so fucking good, yeah? Buster: I hate that Buster: But it won't happen again, I'm not gonna let it Buster: You're gonna be proved right again, babe. End of Rio: Sounds like a plan to me Rio: Okay, finally here Rio: Time to prove why you're my baby Buster: Thank Christ 'cause that traffic was killing me Buster: It's cold, get in the hot tub Rio: You don't need to ask me nice or twice Buster: The champagne is already there if you wanna open it but I'm not in no rush for anything other than you so Rio: 😍 Rio: Jesus, I love you Buster: I love you too