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My fellow hypermobile peeps, what’s your party trick? (Or what was your party trick before you learned stretching your joints like that was bad?)
Mine is that I can twist my spine around far enough to hold a comic book “boobs and butt pose” in real life (as in both boobs and both butt cheeks visible from the same angle)
#Cockatoo.txt#hypermobility#hypermobile eds#ehlers danlos syndrome#Double jointed#I’ve been told it’s kinda freaky to watch lol#I can also do some funky stuff with my wrists and fingers
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AM I YAPPIN ABT YOUNG NEIL HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF WORKING OR SLEEPING?! YEAHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO
If you fucking know me or see my ACC (and my other blog accs) yk I love the OG ships like jophen/ startech (joseph x stephen) mobillce (mobile x wallace) and maybe a few other non-cannon ships like kimona (Kim x romona) and...fuck idk the ship name for hollie x roxie or Kim x Lisa but yeah those too. For neil, personally, I'm a nordegrim shipper :)) Sorry, neilphen fans :((
Since I imagine he's still on collage I assume he's taking sonthing/ changed courses into somthing more...movie thing? Idk. Mainly working with cameras, screen writing, anything movie based or whatever
Since for Joe I made him Hispanic, other scott as Chinese, I don't really know what to do for the quirky silly little guy like neil. Gimme some ideas if y'all ever see this
Has attachment issues. Or fear of being left alone or not included
He has eczema that flairs up during the winter. Sometimes, he cries silently because of how itchy he is and doesn't like the cream the doctors told him to use because it's a weird texture he isn't comfortable with
Whenever stephen is back home from work, they usually sit down and watch movies together or during dinner. Young neil yaps about a movie, and stephen replies with a dry and simple "mhm, " "yeah", "that's cool -" and sometimes the occasional questions. Neil doesn't mind since he knows stephen is tired
He sometimes steals money from stephen but not all the time. He pays stephen back quickly by making some dinner (that he fucked up)
Favorite games have to be anything RPG based and zelda. Maybe he also got into the virtual world hype like UB funkies, webkinz, neopets, or club penguin (mainly UB funkies)
If he dose have a job I imagine he'd work at the second cup just to hang out with Stacy more, maybe a comic book store, or at no account video with Kim so he can watch more movies for free
I imagine his interest related friends has to be hollie (bc I see hollie also being a cinaphile), Joseph (because he wants to learn how to operate cameras and stuff and make it look cool by editing) and Jimmy (fellow zelda and starwars fan)
He has acne/ acne scars and back acne (I think that's the term) and he always picks/scratches at it
Speaking of picking. He always picks at his fingers and sometimes peels off a good chunk to the point it is bleeding bad, so he has bandaids on his hands and fingers most of the time. He doesn't mind which sorta bandaid. He likes the colorful ones that have like a character on it, but he worries if he might be too distracting for him when he's in class
I love how ironic it is for him to wear a heart on his sleeve sorta shirt even though he doesn't really show his feelings that often. He has the same ass stare all the time, and I think it's silly. So I just imagine he would say whatever is in his head without second thought, or he would mumble it if he thinks it's weird. So whenever he talks about his feelings, like how he feels about the whole "band abandoning him" situation, he actually means It and doesn't really hide it at all.
Steph (Neil's older sister) got him a pair of headphones bc thier parents were always fighting and a Walkman so he can listen to some music. He still uses those headphones to this day even though their broken in half, the sound quality is terrible and the ear puff thingy is crumbling
Whenever he goes out to the mall or out with anyone, he either has his hands in his pocket or out, bc someone has to grab onto his wrist so he wouldn't stop and stare at things (it's mainly Stephen and Kim who has to grip onto his wrist and drag him along. He dont mind tho :/ meanwhile stacy just holds onto his hand and stares with him)
Whenever stephen has a day off and he sees neil playing video games, he asks neil if he finishes his homework. If neil says no, stephen takes away his Gameboy color, keep it in his room and tell him to do his homework. If yes then stephen would just shrug it off, ruffle his hair up and say "ight, cool"
Neil was probably the first to find out that stephen was gay when stephen brought Joseph over (make of that as you will)
He writes movie reviews online and hopes people will see em but his writing skills are ass and he just describes whatever he can and think "yeah that's good enough"
Stephen treats neil like family since well, steph (Neil's older sister) isn't in contact with him that much. And because of the name similarities, neil just treats stephen like steph
His "stuffy" are those hot rubber water bottles (I forgor the name but you pour hot water into them and they help you with cramps and aches and shit-) with a wool sleeve wrapped around it
Since this rp acc is a bit related to the stephen acc. He likes bone crusher a lot! Since he mainly stays home, he has a new buddy to talk to and hang out with. But he leaves all the chores to stephen like cleaning out the litter box or something
Ever since he found out stephen had a cat he was pissed that stephen named the cat "bone crusher" not Link, Skull Kid,Meowth,Litten or Shinx or somthing cool like that but he continues to call bone crusher, bone crusher.
He has a bike and takes it to his college campus. He has the gear for it, too. Helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and gloves. Stephen said if he doesn't wear em he'll get into an accident, and that scared neil
Idk why, but i imagine him being the type to collect... something! Maybe anything to fill up his already messy room!
He's a maximalist (I think that's how you spell it), as you can see from his room
OUGHHH, I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN MAKING NEIL A DEMI BOY OR MAKING NEIL TRANS FTM AJXJWJXKWKXKWKKXKS
I imagine he has those window markers to doodle on his window or to doodle out ideas for another screen play
I imagine him and Stacy are pretty much on the platonic and cute relationship wise. Holding hands, cuddling all that sorta stuff and stacy likes to listen to Neil's rambles about movies and how good/bad they are
Neil likes it whenever he receives gifts :DDD and tries to pay back by acts of service or something idk. Even if it's his birthday or Christmas he makes sure he owes everybody a equal amount. For example (*COUGH COUGH* DS SITUATION) he's gotta pay back stephen by taking care of bone crusher for a day maybe, doing Stephen's chores and stuff
Not a neil headcannon but I imagine stacy trying to watch the movies neil recommend her so she can catch up and talk to neil abt it and I think it's really cute and sweet :DDD
Yk damn well he's got a BIG ASS forehead underneath all that hair. Justin Bieber lookin ah. No wonder why young neil is Canadian/j
Also not a neil headcannon. But I imagine everyone calling stephen, STEVEN (IDK HOW STEPHENS NAME IS PRONOUNCED. IS IT STEVEN OR STEPH-EM WJKDWKDJWN) that includes neil but Joseph calls stephen by his last name (stills) (joseph just calls everyone by thier last names to seem fancy and shit expect for Neil's. He just calls neil, kid or just neil because he doesn't know to how to read Neil's last name nor say it so...he just calls neil, neil)
Bases around one headcannon I saw. I forgor what acc and where it came from (I'll go ahead and credit them if I find it it) but since neil had like parents who always fought or is strict as hell he perfected the ways of walking around the house quiet af and accidentally scars ppl bc of this
#nordegrim#stephen stills#headcannons#young neil#ooc#scott pilgrim the anime#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim young neil#scott pilgrim headcanons#cringe ah#im writing this at 10pm i should go to sleep now :/#...bojack horsemens neil mcbeal the navy seal :)))#i cant just say NEILS NAME WITHOUT THINKUNG OF THE NEIL FROM BOJACKNWJZJWKDKKW
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I just wanna ask if the way you purposely draw your characters hands like that. I by no means am asking this as a way to offend you or anything like that(I'm sorry if it comes across offensively, I'm admittedly not good with words). Because as I look at your drarry art I can't help but notice how the lines on their hands that are probably their knuckles/wrist look like a puppets. It's honestly really cool, it looks like they have ballpoints in their hands for it to functionally bend, and stuff. It looks like they're in a Sci-fi or like an Android world
Ok so I don't know if it's because I just pay more attention to Draco, or it's because his hand is in the frame more often than Harry's, but most of the time, it's draco that mainly has these lines on his hands. So it paints a cool unintentional portrait of android Draco, and creator harry. Which reminds me of the greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea, which revolves around a sculptor's love for his own creation, but as I said earlier they look like they're part of a Sci-fi/Android world, so the idea of harry creating android Draco as a challenge at first, or just a simple curiousness of how high can he reach with technology, and then later on following the myths footsteps has now completely taken over my mind
P.S:I hope you don't take this in a bad way, I just have the tendency to ramble about people's art, especially on things that aren't exactly part of said characters world, like the ballpoint hand thing, which I honestly think was unintentional but it would be cool if it isn't. Speaking of the hand, please don't get offended if I pointed it out, I fully understand if you do take offense, and decide not to respond, like I said I just like rambling alotಥ‿ಥ
THIS MADE ME START GIGGLING AND SMILING, OH MY WOW OKAY -- I'd actually been wondering if people would ever begin to question it. To begin, thank you very much for the compliments, and then to address the question as to why they have funky hands as concisely as possible:
It's easy for me to draw and I'm a lazy artist
I draw hands and fingers via their joints in sketches because it's anatomically easier to understand, and I just don't erase it in the rendering process. I can render hands and fingers normally, but I spend up to 5 hours per drawing (I don't know how or why) and I typically reserve the hand for last (aka when all my energy is depleted because I refuse to spread out my drawing times like a normal person).
Regardless I am quite glad that I (unintentionally) reminded you of Greek Mythology, as long as it's evoking something within you (that is good), regardless of my intention, then I am satisfied. I love the idea of sci-fi Drarry and will have to take note of it for the future! Would be a nice change for my hyper fixations on the early 20th century.
Also, I just happen to draw Draco frequently more and I do make sure hands are visible so that it can be a little bit more ~dynamic~ and as a mild artist flex lmao
p.s some normal knuckles for the soul, maybe just for this ask I will draw them with proper hands or something sci fi....
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jaebeom kink headcanons if you have any? ty in advance
Firstly, not that I think jaebeom actually smokes or anything, but my 1:35AM timestamp is very much how I see jaebeom acting sexually. But anyways
* very chill when it comes to sex
* Sees sex as less of a activity and more as a bonding experience where you two can just be with and enjoy each other
* Loves when your on top just slowly riding him
* Very into lazy sex where you just fuck for hours not even concerned with needing to stop any time soon
* With you being on top, if he’s in a really funky mood, he’ll use a piece of fabric to tie your wrists together, making you do most of the work with your legs as your fists press against his stomach
* Doesnt see the point in bothering to fully undress, especially if you’re in pajamas or lounge clothes cause he loves the look of you cozy and chilled out.
* Put his fingers in your mouth if you want to see a grown man melt
* In or outside the bedroom, its a task to try to pry his hands off you. He just has such a deep love for feeling your flesh between his fingers.
* Loves anything to do with his neck. Whether your biting it and bruising it to hell or even if your wrap your fingers around it and squeeze
* He’ll also like to offer some choking in return cause he loves the way your head tilts back every time his fingers touch the sensitive skin of your neck
* Down for pretty much anything no matter how freaky. He just likes seeing you enjoy yourself
* Loves mutual mastubation. Sometimes he’s just isn’t in the mood for full on sex, but he’d love nothing more than for you to sit on him and make yourself come while he does the same.
* Loves 69ing because he loves the taste of you on his tongue but also loves being able to run his hands up your back and help move your mouth up and down his length with a hand on the back of your head
* Can make out for hours in end, so if you’re really desperate when he’s just in the mood to have his tongue down your throat just ask him nicely and he’ll love nothing more than to stuff you with his fingers.
* When you’re on top, he’ll pull you down to lay on his chest as you come so you can moan into his ear
* And once you’re down, he’ll push you to sit back up so he can pull out. Because one of his favorite things to see is his come landing across your stomach
#I dunno if this could be considered kink headcannons oops#got7 smut#jaebeom smut#jaebum smut#got7 blurbs#jaebeom blurbs#jaebum blurbs#got7 imagines#got7 headcanons#ask
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3 & 3 bella x jacob for your fic ask game? 👀👉🏻👈🏻
Thank you for the ask! I almost went wayyy overboard with this so I had to rein myself in lol I hope you enjoy it! Just a sweet little date to the movies (1.2k words) warning: this was not proof read lol so ignore any mistakes please
It was Billys idea for Jake and I to go to the movies, or rather, it was his idea for us to leave his house and suggested the movie theatre to ensure we’d be gone for a length of time. Billy Black, while a fan of both his son and I, is not a fan of having his living room dominated by us. After our latest movie recorded over his baseball game he told us we had to find another place to go, and that once the MLB season was over we’d be allowed back in the house. This seems to affect Jacob more than it does me.
“I don’t see why he can’t just go watch with Harry or your dad or something,” He complains to me after we pile into my truck, him taking over the drivers seat because apparently I make him nauseous. No, not me, my driving abilities. It’s a common argument in our relationship although our arrangement of him driving works better for both of us. I get to look out the window and choose the music, he is saved from the migraine and stomach ache my driving supposedly causes.
“That’s his house, we shouldn’t be kicking him out,” I say while sliding through radio stations. “Besides this way we get movie popcorn not the microwave stuff.” This way I am also forced to dress in something other than sweatpants and a big t-shirt, which seems to be my uniform whenever I’m at the Blacks. This is my first time wearing jeans in nearly a week, the texture is familiar and rejuvenates my confidence. I mentally thank Billy.
“That’s my house,” the boy next to me says, sounding just a little bit like a scorned toddler. “I should get some rights to the TV.”
“You get TV rights once baseball is over,” I say, rephrasing what his father told us. I have no idea when the baseball season officially ends, or even when it started. And, I don’t dare say this for fear that Jake’s mood will remain negative, but I think another sport comes after baseball. Maybe football? Or hockey? Jacob will likely not get TV rights until he moves out and buys his own TV.
“Yeah, yeah, just not the same thing.”
The drive into Port Angeles, which houses the nearest theatre, is comfortable and quiet except for new age rock playing through the speakers. Jake has tried to install an aux input, so I can play music from my phone, but I won’t let him. I enjoy the radio, and besides there are too many choices on my phone.
The movie theatre is dead. It’s not a deal day and no new movies have been released, or at least not any popular movies. The theatre is hosting Actress Night, where they showcase some of the highest ranking movies from an actress previously voted on. It’s Julia Roberts tonight, Jennifer Aniston tomorrow, and some other woman we’re way too young to know the name of after that. Jake purchases us two tickets, I pick up the bill for popcorn and drinks.
This is one of my favourite things about being with Jacob. It’s so easy. He pays for some stuff and I pay for some and sometimes when we’re both broke we just sit at home and eat stale pretzels while watching Real Housewife reruns. I don’t have to worry about owing him money or the scales of our relationship being tipped unevenly.
The room which hosts our movie, Pretty Woman, is nearly empty except for a few middle aged couples sitting near the front. “I’ll never understand why adults congregate at the front like that, it must hurt their eyes to be so close to the screen,” I mumble as we pass two men sitting so close their heads are tilted completely upwards just to see the opening advertisements.
“Or,” Jacob tells me, “They’ll be too busy getting funky to watch.” That’s the other thing with dating Jacob Black, he enjoys saying things that he knows get under my skin. He’s brash, bold, saying whatever he wants. I’m a little more timid, and this is something I never forget when I’m with him.
“Ohmigod.” I duck my head, grabbing his wrist to pull him up the glow-in-the-dark stairs. “I doubt they’re… getting funky.” His wrist twists and I end up holding his hand, him stepping up to be on the same level as me.
“Bella, come on, adults always come to the movies to get freaky-”
“Stop with the lingo or I leave,” I bluff. “No more funky or freaky, got it, Black?”
He squeezes my hand once, smiling down at me with mild humour, russet skin illuminated by the stairs. I love his smile. “Alright,” he agrees with a sideways pull of his mouth, trying to hide a laugh. “But you better not be expecting anything spicy from me tonight.” A woman turns over her shoulder to look at us, a frown impeding on her expression. Jake notices this and guffaws a little too loudly. “Come on, let's go.”
He pulls me up the stairs to the very top level, my feet all too willing to carry me away from the scowling woman. We sit in the middle of the row and I can hear Jessica in my mind, the back row is for more than kissing. I should know, Mike and I always sit in the back row. Angela had a field day with this information, by which I mean every time she and I went to the movies she would actively avoid the back row so as to not contaminate her clothing with the supposedly filthy seats. Now, sitting next to my boyfriend in the more than kissing row, I am feeling a little worried about the state of our seats.
The movie title rolls as Jake slides his phone off and places it in my purse, which he dutifully places on the seat next to him. “To make sure nobody snatches it,” he informs me, even though out of all twelve people in the room, we are the only ones up here. The popcorn stays on his lap, pushed against the arm rest so I can access it without needing to lean all the way over. He won’t let me hold the bag, which is my own fault. I tend to hoard my movie snacks and he is most definitely not letting that happen.
As the movie opens, Julia Roberts dressed scantily, Jake takes my hand in his as I reach for popcorn. “If you finish this within the first fifteen minutes I will be very disappointed in you.” He whispers it, sending a pointed look at me, as if I’m known for my Olympic-level popcorn eating skills. I am not known for this skill, and the only person aware of it is Jacob Black and he seems hell bent on making sure I don’t eat my share and then his.
“You’re such a nerd,” I whisper back, but even I can hear the smile in my voice. He releases my hand for a moment before recatching it and twining his fingers through mine. We sit like this for a while, hand in hand, me craving a sticky handful of popcorn and him all too happy to watch me struggle to eat with my free hand.
The movie continues, Jake whispering criticisms in my ear as new events and plot turns take place. When Julia is denied help at the expensive store he whispers, “I would have served her,” then with a look at my expression he quickly back peddles, “not ‘cause she’s pretty but ‘cause she deserves respect and service. You gotta treat people fairly, you know.” Then we lapse back into silence.
The movie ends, I take the empty cups and popcorn bag, Jake takes my purse and informs me that it brings out the honey shades in his eyes. I’m not sure he even knows what that means, but let him hold my purse because he enjoys doing things like that. Sometimes I bring my purse even when I don’t need it, just so he can hold onto it.
#twilight#edward cullen#bella swan#jasper#the twilight saga#carlisle#twilight saga#smeyer#twilight renaissance#2008#jacob and bella hot damn#bellaxjacob#jacob x bella#fic#fanfic#mine
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@starttheanarchy from X
The stutter brought out a bark of laughter out of her, the child-like objection that was bemusing to her, finally get a reaction then just more annoyance. It was rare to have the chance to take shots back at the CEO considering most of the time her attention was on avoiding death rather then actually retorting.
"Ah-ah-ah," she shook her finger with each sound even though the sight was only seen by her. "I said scrap, pay attention. Or don't, you do seem to have the same attention span as a varkid. But their items have far more versatility for reuse, Hyperion is subpar in comparison to several others actually. Cheap shortcuts hidden behind pretty but also uninspired metal casings."
Staring at the half taken apart engine block and the strew of gears and bolts on the ground around her, Gaige decided that she was probably not going to be able to get anything else out of this without having to take a torch to the thing. Tools were tossed into the metal tool case, the loud clattering being easily picked up by her com. The spare pieces that didn't remain attached to the technical went into a bag that was slung over the mechromancer’s shoulder soon after. A once over of the area to make sure she cleaned up her mess, a habit from her junk yard picking days back on Eden, and she was slowly making her way back to the building that rested in the Dust.
"Only optic sensors? Seriously?" There was actual disbelief in her voice as she wondered just how the company could consider itself a lead in the realm of robotics. Low bar apparently. Though her lips pulled back into a snarl at the insult of calling her hard work junk. That was revolutionary technology in several fields that was put together in a backyard shed by her alone. It might not be sleek and clean, but it was amazing. And it was that simple thought that brought her next question.
"So what does that say about your robots and yourself if mine is making its way through yours like they are tissue paper?" She knew there was plenty of evidence of the sheer chaos that the mechromancer and her robot caused alone in Hyperion bases. And it was clear proof in her mind just how much more superior Death Trap was to any robot.
"Smart, sure say what ever you need to help yourself sleep at night pal."
He blinked in surprise as she practically scolded him, one brow cocking right up to his hairline.
Another laugh slipped past his lips, "Nah, you caught me. The whole time you've been bitching I've been, y'know, starin' at the pile of paperwork on my desk and wondering if the dead guy's family really needs to know. You ever get that? Probably not, you're poor and don't have your own company. The thing is: I'm screwed either way. If I don't tell 'em, I just end up having some crying, hysterical spouse running around asking after them. If I do, I have to go to a meeting with the board members just so they feel like they've done something by asking me 'was there anything anyone could've done?' and me telling them the same thing over and over just so I don't have to put fifteen people out of jobs and pay a ridiculous settlement fee to the family."
He scoffed, now barely even remembering he was still talking to Gaige, "You know what I got when my wife got killed? A slap on the wrist and they told me to get back to wo-..."
Jack froze, eyes wide and he looked at the echo. Oh my god. Oh my god. Please don't be listening. Please don't be listening.
"Well, y'know, Hyperion isn't intended for reuse. Tediore's probably only good for spare parts cause you can just- y'know, shake one of their guns real hard and the parts just fall right out!" He laughed slightly, trying his absolute best to make sure the subject was well and truly steered away from his word vomit, "When you own your own company, cheap shortcuts are the only way to get everything done under budget. You're quick to bash on 'em, but if you could give your bot the exact same specs, everythin', but have him be lighter and easier to fix, wouldn't ya do it?"
"It's not just optic- No- What? Look here, kid. Why would I tell you, a dumb bandit who's out for blood she's never going to get, how exactly my robots tick and all the goodies we cram inside 'em to get 'em working as best as they can so you can steal them?" Jack, again, laughed at the mechromancer, "Or was that a sad attempt at goading me into spilling all the funky stuff we're working on? Tempting, truly, but no thanks."
A deep frown settled onto Jack's lips, "Ooh, baby, you do not want to start with telling me how many of my bots you've massacred." His eyes narrowed, "I could send a moonshot down when you're not expecting it and have it crush your little science fair project. How's that sound? Bad? Thought so."
"Alright, look, we're getting nowhere here. It's like we're insulting each other's children, for God's sake. Let's settle and just say we're both proud of our bots, even if mine are clearly superior." He huffed slightly, arms crossing over his chest and he let his feet drop back down to rest on the floor, "Just a shame you're wasting talent like that working for a bunch of bandits."
"Oh, and, please, kid. Is that coming from the girl who 'accidentally' killed one of her classmates? I'm absolutely smarter than you psychopaths." he laughed loudly, eyes returning to the tabs open on his computer, "I mean, it's incredible how hypocritical all you assholes are when you probably all have a higher kill count than I do. Y'all just stroll into my Hyperion bases and choose violence, don't ya? And every other camp you see, you run in guns blazing. Have you ever slowed down, even talked to a psycho? Granted, they talk consistent nonsense. A whole lot about meat puppets and poop trains.”
Jack grimaced slightly, “Alright, maybe psychos weren’t the best example. But,” the smile soon returned to his lips,"I just think it’s real cute y’all think you’re the good guys in this scenario. That’s all.”
#ahh im glad :)#hope this was okay!#sorry for the length it got away from me a bit haha#it could've been paradise // borderlands 2
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rockstar (peter parker x gn reader)
genre: fluff with a lil angst
summary: peter always comes to the reader when he’s hurt, but reader wonders if it could mean something more.
words: 1465 ( more or less LMAO)
warnings: light cursing, peter being hurt, some kissing? idk if that counts sorry lol.
a/n: hello! so this is inspired by the song Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer so i strongly reccomend listening to it by reading! if u prefer to read it on wattpad from my peter parker imagines book, click here !
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knock knock!
I was abrubtly woken from my peaceful sleep by the loud sounds coming from my window.
"What the hell," I muttered out as I groggily checked the current time. 3:47 am. I reluctantly made my way over, having a feeling it was a certain webslinger. I peeled open the entrance to see Peter, still in his spidey suit, without the mask may I add. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him through the opening, almost slipping on the hard floor due to my fuzzy socks.
"Pete, what are you doing, people could see you without the mask." I heard his feet as he quietly padded over to sit on my soft comforter with an obvious limp.
I went over to my lamp and switched it on, a warm glow being strewn across the room by it. As Peter sat on my bed, I turned to meet him, gasping at what had been brought to my attention by the light. I rushed over to the boy, pressing the spider in the center of his suit, causing it to slide off and pool at his feet.
Peter grimaced as I soflty dragged my fingers against his bruised and battered skin from where I sat on the floor next to my bed.
"What happened to you, Pete?" I spoke, looking up at him, my facial expression laced with concern.
"Well," he began as he tried to sit up, groaning in the process, "just got hit a little harder than usual, that's all. It's no biggie, really."
I sighed, placing a tender hand on his from where I sat on the floor in a crouching position. I stood up, my hand staying in the same position.
"It kinda looks like a biggie, bud." One of my hands moved to run itself through his messy brown locks as I looked him up and down once more, scanning for any underlying injuries I might have missed at first look.
He flashed me a tired smile which I returned.
"I'm gonna go grab some stuff to patch you up, k?" This time I gave him a small smile, and he was the one who returned it gratefully.
"Thank you y/n." I squeezed his now bare hand, standing and turning to go.
"It's no problem, Pete, honestly."
As I tried to leave, he lightly tugged me back by my wrist, catching me by surpise. My breath caught in my throat at the action.
"Really, y/n, I don't know what I would do without you."
I smiled at him once more, "Same to you, BugBoy"
He released my hand, allowing me to go get his supplies. As I gathered what I needed from the cabinet, my head was clouded with thoughts of the boy. The same thoughts that had been clouding my head since the day I had met him.
We had first met at midtown through decathlon, and grew quite close. I was entranced by the boy and everything about him, from his starwars obsession to the way he would rant about different scientific theories. It made my heart swell for reasons I would like to think I couldn't understand. He would confine in me with any problems he was going through, such as Uncle Ben passing, or even some of his biggest secrets, Spider-Man being one of them.
He hadn't meant for me to find out. Not in the way I did, at least.
It had been after a long day at school, when Ned had gone to hang out with Peter and build the lego deathstar, and I tagged along to surprise him, as I had been gone on a trip for quite some time and wanted to see him. Turns out I was the one in for a surprise, because I found out peter was Spider-Man that same day when he walked in on the ceiling through his window. It was a bit of a shock to say the least.
My feelings had only grown for the boy since that point, which also left me with uncalled for emotions that I had a difficult time dealing with. Especially when Peter would do this every time he would get hurt. This whole routine of coming to me at ungodly hours of the night, and me patching him up every time without question. It was sad to say the least.
The way my heart would ache for the boy in red, so much so that I would sacrifice so much for his happiness, whatever form that would take.
I tried to deny the feelings that would arise when I was around him, and God, was it difficult. I looked myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I walked back out to where Peter was waiting for me, reaching out and placing all the supplies on my mahogony side table.
"I know you hate hearing this, but we might have to do stitches, Pete."
He groaned, looking up to my poster covered ceiling as if one of the singers on the paper would somehow deny the fact he needed the medical attention.
He looked back at me, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Come on, Rockstar? Really?"
My heart swelled at the nickname he had gifted me after finding out about my love for music, one of the many things we bonded over. I was tempted to give in, but quickly snapped out of it.
"Nice try, Peter, but this is for your own good, so lets just get it over with, yeah?"
His head dropped and he nodded, looking down to his feet.
"Head up, bub, I need to be able to see what I'm doing and get this done before it starts to scab." I could have sworn Peter's pupils dialated and he seemed a little off at the pet name, but yet again, it was nearly 4 am, so I very well could have been imagining things, and probably was.
As I started to run the needle through the forming scar, he let out a whimper, gripping my shoulder in pain as his eyes screwed shut. He did this often, grabbing me “as hard as he could” whenever he was hurting.
It was an idea I had introduced to him to deal with any especially bad injuries, our little way of dealing with the pain. I knew it might cause me some minor damage, as he would never hurt me. I assured Peter every time that I felt okay, but something nagged at me telling me he felt guilty, and that he wasn't gripping as hard as he could.
As I went through what I imagined was an especially painful part, he cursed loudly under his breath.
"Fuck!"
I stopped what I was doing momentarily to check on him after the short outburst, unusual for his kind and calm demeanor.
"Are you okay, Peter?"
He moved his large hands to tightly grip his hair, moving down to his neck, back and forth.
"No, y/n! I'm not okay. I'm hurting, I'm hurting so bad, y/n/n" His volume increased and decreased again, silent tears falling down his face.
I had dropped the needle that I had been using, shocked by his volume. I picked it back up again, resuming my task with conceringly shaky hands.
"I can try to be softer if it would help, Pete." My voice was gentle as I spoke, in a feeble attempt to not upset him further.
He looked at me and to his shoes as he began to talk, his voice low I could barely hear him.
"No, y/n, it's not you, you're doing amazing, it's just," he didn't finish his sentence, he rather just trailed off.
I blew out a deep breath, my eyes never leaving the work in front of me.
"What is it, Peter?"
I tied the knot on the stiches, cutting the thread and disposing of the needle in the small biohazard waste kit froom the first aid box.
I stood up directly in front of him to where I was slightly higher up than him. I reached a hand forward, wiping away a stray tear. He took my wrists in his hands, taking me off guard.
"Actually, y/n, I lied." I tensed, concerned about what he was going to say.
"It is you. It's always been you."
Confusion consumed me as I shook my head, and I wondered if it was just my tired state that had caused the emotions.
"Peter, what do you mean you're not making any sens-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned forward encapsulating our lips in a sweet and long awaited kiss. He let go of my wrists, moving his own hands, one to rest around my waist protectivley, the other on the back of my neck under my hair. I moved one of mine to lazily drape over his left shoulder, the other playing with the curls on the nape of his neck. The kiss lasted a long while, but not long enough.
Our hands went to the sides of each others faces when we parted, and his own strong hands started running small circles on my jaw. As we struggled to catch our breaths, he began to speak, the boyish smile I loved so much covering his face.
"My feelings for you are there, Y/n, always have been, and they always will be. I want you to take all of me, Rockstar."
I giggled at the wording of his statement, appreciating it nonetheless. He pressed our foreheads together, a mutal content taking over us.
"Although that was extremely cheesy, I’ll allow it this once. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that, BugBoy."
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Heith Fic: Deep Pressure Sequel
Let’s celebrate 100 kudos with some new content, shall we? The first chapter of the sequel is up on AO3, and available to read under the cut! It picks up right where Deep Pressure leaves off, so if you haven’t read that yet, please go check it out first!
WARNING: This chapter is explicit and is intended for adult audiences!
“Keith?”
“Mm?”
“Does this still feel okay?”
Keith inhaled slowly, still resting his chin on Hunk’s shoulder, analyzing the feeling of Hunk’s hands pressing against the bare skin of his back. Hunk’s left hand was resting between his shoulder blades, applying firm, steady pressure, and Hunk’s right hand was supporting his lower back, rubbing slow, uniform circles into the muscles there. Keith’s shirt was still on, though it was riding up on his hips and stomach, because of the way Hunk had slipped his hands underneath it.
“It feels really good,” Keith said, because it did. Hunk’s hands were huge, and warm, and impossibly strong, and the pressure was just right. Keith was caught somewhere between contentment and excitement, trying to decide if he wanted to doze in Hunk’s arms, or practice kissing Hunk’s mouth, some more.
Kissing felt really good, too.
“So… do you want to take your shirt off?” Hunk’s voice was so quiet, Keith couldn’t decipher his tone. “I mean, if you think it would feel good…?”
“Oh… um…” Keith thought about it. He did want to take his shirt off, but he wasn’t sure what was supposed to come after that. More kissing? More touching? What if Hunk wanted to do things he didn’t know how to do? What if he didn’t like the things Hunk wanted to do? Would Hunk want to take his shirt off, too? What if someone came in here and found them like that? What if-
“Keith?” Hunk had leaned back from him. Hunk’s hands were on his hips, now, over his clothes. Keith realized his body had gone rigid of its own accord, and he made an effort to relax his shoulders.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was just… thinking.”
Hunk nodded. “That’s okay.”
“It’s just… what if someone comes in here?”
“Someone came and gave me an exam right before I texted you. They said they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. But it’s okay, though! We don’t have to… I mean we can wait, or-”
“No.” Keith shook his head. “We can try it.”
He pulled his hands away from Hunk’s shoulders and took hold of the hem of his own shirt. He hesitated.
“Dim lights,” Hunk called. The computer complied, and the overhead lights dimmed from painfully bright to a pale glow. “Better? I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to see you, or anything… obviously I really, really do… I just though, y’know, I don’t really love getting undressed under really bright lights like that, so…”
He’d let go of Keith’s hips and moved one hand to the back of his own neck. He’d shifted his gaze from Keith’s face, too.
Nervous, Keith guessed. For me or for himself?
“Why not?” he asked.
“Ha… uh…” Hunk met Keith’s eye again and gestured vaguely in his direction. “I don’t exactly have the whole physique thing working for me, y’know?”
“What do you mean?”
Hunk was fully blushing, now.
Shit. Wrong question.
“I mean, I don’t hate my body, or anything,” Hunk backpedaled. “But I never know what other people will think of it. I mean, not everyone likes… people who look like me.”
“I do.”
Hunk broke into a smile.
“Thanks. That’s… that’s really nice.”
“No. It’s not nice… it’s just… true. Nice is not my strength.”
Hunk giggled. “You’re kidding, right? That thing with the drone? That’s, like, the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Keith felt his own cheeks starting to flush, too. He let go of the hem of his shirt, feeling like the moment had passed.
“Okay. Fair point.”
“Speaking of… do you need to send that thing back to the mothership?”
“Oh… yeah, I probably should…”
Keith slid off of the bed, put the headset back on, and picked up the controller.
“Anything else you want to see before I set the autopilot?”
“Show me the beach one more time?”
“Sure.”
Keith took the drone high into the sky so Hunk could see the vastness of the sea in the distance as he navigated toward it.
“Do you like the ocean?” Hunk asked.
“Yeah. Mostly at night… I get sunburns… but I like the smell, and the way the waves sound.”
“Me too.”
Keith took the drone on a sweeping tour of the coastline. It was a beautiful day, on the other side of the world.
“Okay,” Hunk eventually said, sniffling a little bit, again. “You should probably kill it before I lose my shit.”
Keith set the drone to autopilot and watched it change course of its own accord, navigating itself back toward the military base Shiro had requisitioned it from. He switched off the headset and removed the receiver from the viewscreen, then set them down on the table next to the bed.
“Thanks, Keith.” Hunk was looking at him, now. Keith could still make out the warm brown of his eyes, even in the dim light. “You’re sweet, even if you don’t think so.”
Keith filed this comment away for further consideration. He was still mulling over what Hunk had told him about getting undressed under the bright lights. He’d concluded that Hunk was self-conscious, a notion that he found shocking. Hunk had always seemed so confident in himself. Comfortable. Keith knew what it was like to be anxious, and he’d never noticed Hunk showing any signs of a similar struggle.
Though, he remembered, Shiro often told him that he masked his own anxiety well. Maybe Hunk was good at masking his, too, and if that was true, he needed to try to put Hunk at ease.
So he pulled his own shirt off, folded it, and set it down on the chair.
“Oh,” Hunk breathed. “Wow.”
Keith fidgeted with his hands in front of his stomach.
“Does that mean something good?”
“Uh huh. Yes. Good is an understatement. Good is, like, barely in the ballpark.”
Keith let out a small laugh. “You’ve seen me with my shirt off before.”
“Well, yeah, but I try not to check out my friends. Even if I want to.”
“You wanted to check me out?”
Hunk giggled. “Uh… you’ve seen yourself, right?” Keith glanced down at his torso. Hunk giggled again. “You’re all… y’know… muscled and hot and… yeah. I definitely have a thing for people who can a-hundred-percent kick my ass.”
Keith laughed. “I wouldn’t, though.”
“Even if I wanted you to?”
Hunk was wearing a teasing smile, but Keith wasn’t sure if he was actually kidding or not.
“Uh… we could negotiate terms, I guess?”
Hunk nodded. “Sweet. So… you wanna play some video games, or what?”
“You should totally use the Groovitron.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh huh! Toss that funky disco ball! You can take out that whole group at once!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever used the Groovitron.”
“DUDE. It’s, like, the best weapon. C’mon. Just try it.”
Keith smiled to himself. He equipped the weapon Hunk was referring to, tossed a disco ball into the melee of enemies in front of him, and watched as they all started doing a choreographed dance, suddenly oblivious to his presence.
He laughed out loud.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Kill ‘em, dude! Hit ‘em with grenades or something!”
“Oh! Right…”
Keith equipped a different weapon and set about the very satisfying task of annihilating his cartoon enemies. He leaned back against Hunk’s chest – Hunk’s legs were on either side of him; Hunk’s arms were wrapped snugly around his stomach – and he let out a small, involuntary, contented sigh. Hunk tightened his arms for a second in a gesture that Keith interpreted as an affectionate squeeze.
“This is really fun,” Keith said. “Thank you for setting this up.”
“You’re welcome, but… I have another confession.”
“Uh oh. Spill it.”
“So, yeah, I was trying to do something nice for you… but I was also kinda, maybe, sorta trying to entice you to hang out with me.”
Keith laughed. “I was already enticed.”
“Mm. Apparently so.”
He felt Hunk’s lips make contact with his bare shoulder: warm pressure for the span of a breath.
“Uh. Sorry… should I ask before I do that?”
“No,” Keith murmured. “You don’t have to ask. And you can do it again, if you want.”
Hunk did.
“Or… like… a bunch of times.”
Hunk didn’t hesitate. He left a trail of kisses along Keith’s shoulder, working his way inward. He paused, then pressed a slow, sustained kiss against Keith’s neck.
Keith paused the game.
Hunk kissed him there again.
Keith set the controller aside.
“Keith?”
“Uh huh?”
“Earlier… when we were, like, kissing, and stuff… I thought you might’ve been… I mean, it seemed like you were getting a little… fired up?”
Keith swallowed.
“Yeah. I was.”
“Okay. Because I was, too, and I wasn’t sure if that was okay with you or not, so I just wanted to… check.”
Keith moved one of his hands onto Hunk’s arm and held on.
“It’s okay with me. I… I felt like that before, too. After we were hanging out in your quarters.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Hunk let out a breath.
“Okay. Good. Me too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Keith felt a flare of excitement.
He likes this. He likes me.
He pulled one of Hunk’s arms away from his stomach, took hold of his hand, and squeezed his fingers, like Hunk had done for him. He couldn’t get his hand all the way around them – his hands weren’t particularly small; Hunk’s were just massive – but it didn’t seem to matter. Hunk let out a small, contented sigh.
“Feels good?”
“Uh huh. Really good.”
Keith held on for another moment, then shifted his hold and started massaging Hunk’s palm with his thumb.
“Oh,” Hunk breathed.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Uh… can you do that really slow?”
Keith smiled to himself. He slowed his pace.
“You like things slow?”
“Mm. Some things.” Hunk pressed another kiss against Keith’s neck. “Not everything, though.”
“Okay. Well…” Keith moved his thumb to the inside of Hunk’s wrist and started massaging there, instead, much more lightly. “You can just let me know how you like it.”
“You too.” Hunk flattened his other hand against Keith’s stomach. He started moving his thumb in slow, firm circles. “I want to know what feels good.”
Keith barely heard him. His mind was wholly focused on the feeling of Hunk’s hand, pressing against his belly. Heat had already been pooling there, somewhere deep, and it was spreading, now, an aching warmth that was telling him to move his hips… so he did. He rolled them involuntarily, just a little bit, and Hunk made a small noise, then pressed up against his lower back in a slow, subtle grind.
Oh.
Hunk was hard. Keith could feel it, because of the way he was pressed up against Hunk’s lap, because of the way that they were leaning into each other. Keith rolled his hips again, because he was hard, too, and because that was what his body was telling him to do.
“Keith…”
Hunk pulled his left hand out of Keith’s grasp and used it to move his hair away from the right side of his neck, granting himself better access. He placed a lingering kiss there, and then another one, hotter and wetter than the first-
“Mh-”
It felt good. The heat, the pressure, the momentary wetness – not too much, just enough – along with the knowledge that Hunk’s tongue had just grazed his skin…
“More,” Keith managed, though he was having trouble concentrating, because Hunk’s palm was pressed against his lower belly, now, which meant that two of his fingers were resting on top of the waistband of his pants.
Hunk kissed him slowly again – Keith felt his tongue for the briefest moment, caressing his skin – and Keith groped for something to hold onto, settling for Hunk’s thigh, which was pressed up against him, holding him in place…
He throbbed. He pressed himself down against the bed, an involuntary grind in response to the collection of kisses Hunk was leaving all over his neck, to the way Hunk’s hand kept sliding further down his belly-
“Keith?”
“Mh?”
“Tell me right away if you need me to stop.”
“Don’t,” Keith breathed, tilting his head back to press their cheeks together, resting all of his weight on Hunk’s chest. “Don’t stop.”
Hunk’s hand slid all the way down, until it came to rest on top of Keith’s stiffening erection.
Keith hummed from deep in his throat.
He rolled his hips, chasing pressure and friction.
“Hunk.”
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
Hunk made a low, rumbling sound that vibrated pleasantly against Keith’s back. He used his fingertips to find the outline of Keith’s length, and then he squeezed, pressing his thumb against the head of his cock through two layers of fabric-
“Ah-” Keith let slip, his eyes squeezed shut, his fingertips digging into the hard muscle of Hunk’s thigh.
“Keith, I… I know you’re still healing-”
“Mh- no, I- I’m cleared for physical activity starting tomorrow…”
“Oh… okay, so… do you want me to touch you?”
“Yeah.”
“Under your clothes?”
“Yeah.”
Keith felt a small shiver go through Hunk’s body.
He throbbed against Hunk’s palm.
He likes this. He likes me.
Hunk let him go, fumbled, one-handed, with the waistband of his pants and the thin, black shorts he was wearing underneath, and then slid his hand inside. It was clumsily done, and some distant, still-sentient part of Keith’s mind marveled at the fact that he didn’t care, that his body was welcoming the varied, unexpected levels of touch and pressure, that his excitement was eclipsing his discomfort, that he was free, in this moment-
Hunk took hold of his cock and stroked.
“Hhah-”
“Keith… you feel so good…”
Hunk moved his hand in a series of strokes, sliding Keith’s foreskin over his sensitive head, pausing briefly to spread his precum with his thumb-
Keith arched against Hunk’s chest, watching stars shimmer behind his closed eyelids. He had done this by himself, of course, but it had never felt like this. Every time Hunk moved his hand, he felt the pulsing pleasure blooming deep in his core, then spreading outward to the rest of his body, as if he were being submerged in the sensation. He felt deliciously warm and intermittently electric, like his nerve endings were sparking, like there was a current flowing into his body through Hunk’s touch-
“Mh- more-” he breathed, leaning his temple against the side of Hunk’s head.
“Faster?”
He nodded.
Hunk kissed his cheek, slid his left arm across his chest, and then picked up the pace.
Keith lost control of the sounds he was making. He grabbed onto Hunk’s arm and held on tight enough that he should’ve felt his fingers aching. He didn’t, though, because whole body was busy thrumming in time with the movement of Hunk’s hand.
He bit down on his lower lip as his hips started to tense; he dug his heels into the mattress as his feet started to flex; he started nodding involuntarily along with each pulse of pressure that was building at his core; he stopped breathing entirely as he arrived at the cliff Hunk had been steering him toward-
…and then he promptly fell right over it, spilling all over Hunk’s hand, pressing his face against Hunk’s cheek, coming in a series of sustained pulses that left him dizzy and drifting and panting in Hunk’s arms.
Hunk held him tight while he rode it out, then stroked him lightly through the aftershocks, prolonging the euphoria, dragging him through lingering beats of sensation-
“Ah- mh- mm…”
Keith slipped into one more bout of tension, then unflexed his feet, loosened his hold on Hunk’s arm, and relaxed in Hunk’s hold. He took a shaky breath.
“Wow… okay… that was so hot…” Hunk murmured. “Thank you for letting me do that.”
Keith let out a small laugh.
“I think I’m the one who’s supposed to say thank you.”
Hunk gave him a small squeeze.
“It was okay?”
“Yeah, I… I…”
Keith found that his thoughts were disorganized. He felt hot, all of a sudden – too hot, and sweaty where Hunk’s bare arm was holding his chest. And he was wet and sticky between his thighs, and his heart was beating uncomfortably fast-
Shit. He was getting dysregulated.
He sat up.
Hunk took the hint; he maneuvered his hand out of Keith’s pants and let go of him altogether. Keith felt immediate relief, layered on top of the embarrassment and regret that were already putting pressure on his ribcage, making it hard for him to breathe.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He knew that. And still, he couldn’t stop himself.
He slid off of the bed. He tried to force himself to look at Hunk’s face, but the hints of concern he found there put him further on edge. He looked down at the floor.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
He moved to the far corner of the room, stepped into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
He was making a colossal mess of things. He just needed to get cleaned up, to get his heart rate under control. He could fix this as soon as he felt better, as soon as he could stop the incessant buzzing in the back of his mind that told him he was sticky and sweaty and gross and fucking things up with the ONE person he did NOT want to fuck things up with.
SHIT.
He stripped off his pants and boxers and assessed the damage. His cum had soaked through both; he couldn’t imagine putting either of them back on.
FUCK.
He closed his eyes, leaned against the sink, and started counting his breaths in groups of ten, trying to stave off the panic.
He managed to count ten groups before Hunk finally knocked on the door.
“Keith? I grabbed a change of clothes from your room, okay?”
Keith exhaled in a calming rush. Of course, Hunk knew exactly what he needed. Of course, Hunk would figure out how to be sweet, and thoughtful, and perfect, while Keith was busy dissolving into a sticky, sweaty disaster.
He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to erase the scowl from his face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, loud enough for Hunk to hear him through the door. “I’m an asshole.”
“Can you open the door?”
He sighed. He opened the door, just enough to see Hunk’s face.
“You’re not an asshole,” Hunk said. His expression was soft. “As long as we’re still cool.”
“We are,” Keith said. “I swear. I just need to get cleaned up.”
“You want to take a shower?”
“You don’t mind?”
“’Course not. Take your time.”
Hunk passed the stack of clothes through the crack in the doorway. Keith ran his thumb over the soft fabric for a moment, thinking.
“Will you hang out with me in here?”
Hunk flashed him a genuine smile.
“Sure.”
“Okay. Just give me a couple minutes before you come in.”
He shut the door and set the stack of clothes down on the sink. He switched on the shower and turned up the temperature until it was hot, then stepped inside, pulling the curtain closed behind him. He pumped some all-purpose cleansing foam into his palm from the dispenser attached to the wall, trying to ignore the sterile fragrance of it. He’d used this same soap earlier in his own shower; the smell hadn’t lingered once he’d rinsed it off. He felt himself stabilizing as soon he was covered in suds, and he took several deep, calming breaths.
Everything’s fine. You’re going to be okay. You need to be okay, for him.
He heard the door open and close as Hunk stepped into the room.
“Hey,” Hunk said. “Feeling any better?”
“Yeah, I am. I’m really sorry, Hunk. I just got dysregulated.”
“Because of what we did? Or because it got a little… messy?”
Keith fought off another wave of regret.
Damage control. Reassure him.
“The second one. The first part was amazing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It was like…”
Keith finished rinsing his body clean, trying to think of a fair comparison. Something that Hunk would understand. Something that would let him know how much Keith had enjoyed what had happened between them.
“It was like the first time I flew a jet,” he finally said. “Like, the first time I actually left the ground, instead of just practicing in a sim.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh huh.”
“Wow. That’s… awesome.”
Keith had decided to scrub some foam through his hair, too, since it was already getting wet from the spray of the shower. He finished rinsing it and then peeked around the shower curtain so he could talk directly to Hunk, who was leaning against the opposite wall.
“You’re awesome,” Keith said, with all the sincerity he could muster.
Hunk broke into a grin. “You really liked it?”
“Uh… I completely destroyed my boxers, so…” Keith returned his smile, teasing.
“Well, yeah, I know, but I meant… you liked that I did it?”
Keith nodded. “I’ve never known anyone else I wanted to do that with.”
Hunk’s smile softened. “That’s a really big deal. That means a lot to me.”
Keith chewed the inside of his cheek, deliberating.
“Give me a sec?”
“Sure.”
He closed the shower curtain, leaned against the wall, and did a quick body scan. He was well-regulated and calm, which was surprising, given the course of action he was currently considering. It didn’t seem like he’d caused any sort of permanent rift between them, but he was going to make up for bailing on Hunk, regardless.
It had been like this all his life, he thought. Every time he found himself in a new situation, he was at a disadvantage until he uncovered all the sensory challenges he was likely to come up against. He was vulnerable, until he learned how to cope or compensate, and there were times when other people got caught in the mess of it, too.
He always learned, though. He’d learned how to fly, how to fight, how to pilot Voltron as a member of a team. He’d even learned how to have friends, for the first time in life. He was a warrior and a paladin of Voltron. He wasn’t about to let himself fail at this.
He switched off the shower.
“Hand me a towel?”
Hunk passed one over the bar that was holding the shower curtain up, and Keith set about towel-drying his hair. It had grown long, lately. Longer than he was used to.
“Hunk?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you like my hair better when it was shorter?”
“Uh… your hair always looks good. I like it long, though. It feels nice. Really soft.”
“Okay.”
That settled it. He’d leave it as it was.
He dried off the rest of his body, then ran a hand through his hair to make sure all the excess water was gone. Satisfied, he draped the towel over the bar.
“Okay… uh… I’m going to come out, now.”
“Sure. I’ll meet you back out there.”
“No.” Keith swallowed. “Stay.”
He called up the mental checklist he ran through when he wanted to look confident: chin up, back straight, shoulders set, eye contact.
“Dim lights,” he called. The overhead light faded to a pale glow.
He took a breath, pulled the shower curtain aside, and stepped over the ledge of the tub, onto the tile. He met Hunk’s eye with a smile.
Hunk gaped.
“Uh.” He licked his lips, wide-eyed. “You… you look… wow. God, you’re, like… stunning. Or… shit. I don’t know what you liked to be called. Handsome? Beautiful? You-must’ve-escaped-from-a-museum-because-you-look-like-you-were-carved-out-of-fucking-marble? Take your pick. Wow.”
Keith’s mind spun at the unexpected outpouring.
Handsome. Beautiful.
Stunning.
These weren’t words he’d ever considered using to describe himself. He stared back at Hunk, reflecting on what a privilege it was to be with someone like him, like this.
He needed Hunk to know what a privilege it was, too.
So he walked right up to him, slid his arms around his shoulders, and hugged him close.
“I’m sorry I bailed,” he said, closing his eyes as Hunk’s arms encircled his waist. “I should’ve anticipated… but I got so caught up, because it felt so good, and I was so excited, and… I’m really, really sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. We’ll figure it out together.”
“You still want to? I mean, you still want to do this with me?”
Hunk flattened his hand against the small of Keith’s back.
“What are we doing, exactly?”
“Um.” Keith cleared his throat. “Dating?”
“Okay. Yes. I definitely want to do that.”
Keith made a small space between them- just enough so he could see Hunk’s eyes.
“Okay. Me too.”
He moved his hand into Hunk’s hair, because it was soft and smooth, and because he liked how it felt between his fingers.
He kissed Hunk’s mouth, because it was his turn to make a move, and because he needed Hunk to know that he’d meant what he said.
He felt his body waking up all over again when Hunk kissed him back: warm lips, perfect pressure, the briefest touch of Hunk’s tongue against his lower lip.
He moved his hands onto Hunk’s chest, let his fingers tangle in the loose fabric of his shirt.
“Hunk?”
Their eyes met in the dim light.
“Uh huh?”
Keith slid one hand down to the hem of Hunk’s shirt and held it between his fingertips.
“Will you give me another chance?”
Hunk’s smile was kind. Reassuring.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… I didn’t want to stop, earlier. I wanted to keep going. And I know it might not be perfect… I might need to slow down, or take a break to clean up, or something… but if you can be patient, I know I can figure it out, for you-”
“Keith.”
He swallowed the rest of his rambling commentary.
“Uh huh?”
“It’s been, like, beyond perfect, already.” He moved his hands so they were resting low on Keith’s hips. “Especially this part. It’s so awesome that you let me see you, like this.”
Keith tugged at the hem of Hunk’s shirt.
“Can I take this off? I want to see you, too.”
Hunk tilted his head to one side.
“Really? Are you sure? I mean, you know I’m not-”
“Hunk.”
Hunk breathed a small sigh.
“Yeah?”
“You’re big, and strong, and soft, and I love it.”
Hunk’s eyes went wide. “Oh. I… wow.”
Keith nodded. He slid the hem of Hunk’s shirt up with the back of his hand and let his thumb rest against the warm skin of his belly.
“So? Do you want me to?”
Hunk slid one hand around the back of Keith’s head and pressed his lips to his neck. He kissed him over and over again while Keith’s eyes fell shut, while Keith’s breathing started to change, while Keith took hold of his shirt and held the hem in his closed fist.
“Yes,” Hunk barely paused to say. “I want you to.”
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Ok for real I have fallen in love with this freaking hc. Thank you for creating its existence lmao <3
Maybe a prompt? Virgil gets his heart broken by someone (any gender) and skips school. Roman and Patton find out about it but knowing Virg would shut them out they tell Logan calls Emile who tellss Remy. Remy is thee only one who can get to him and they cuddle for the rest of the evening. Everyone is worried til the next day.
I'm sorry this is long. I'm not very good at this •^.^•
- ReinWeShall on AO3
"What? you really thought i loved you? you must be so stupid, i used you, and now you are no longer of use to me, so go away."
Virgil stared at the person before him feeling his eyes burn, the bell to lunch started ringing and the person walked away with their friends laughing at him. Virgil stood alone in the corridor as the other students moved towards the dining area. Virgil swallowed before he turned on his heel, walking over to his locker taking the stuff he would need before he left the school.
Tears streamed down his face as he walked home, no one was outside since it was in the middle of the day.
Virgil opened the door to the apartment before slamming it close, Remy wasn't home at the time and wouldn't return until way later, having his shift at Starbucks.
Virgil collapsed face first onto his bed to tired to move, feeling sick.
That was four days ago.
"Roman... have you seen Virgil?" Patton asked in worry as he cast a look at the empty seat in class. Roman looked up from his notebook where he was writing and doodling.
"No? maybe he's sick."
"He always makes sure to message us if he is... but i haven't sene him in days and he hasn't messaged me in days. What if something happened to him?" Roman halted what he was doing looking up at Patton
"Now when i think about it I haven't seen him since Monday..." Patton whimpered slightly.
Laughter made them send a glance back to see how a group of kids were talking, one pointed towards Virgil's chair
"Looks like that twerp hasn't come back." one of them snickered.
"Not like he's needed anyway."
Patton looked back to Roman when he heard the theatre kid growl.
"That's the kid Virgil had a crush on..." Roman hissed. Patton's eyes widened. and he and Roman shared a look. but before they could say anything the teacher entered and class started.
Patton grabbed his phone the moment class ended and he and Roman walked to a more secluded aria.
"Do you know if Logan has class right now?" Roman looked to the clock
"I don't think so..." Patton nodded and quickly rang
It rang several times before Logan aswered
"Salutations Patton, what can i do for you?" Logan spoke on the other side of the line
"Have you heard anything from Virgil? or has Emile heard anything from him?"
"Not from what i can remember, no. Virgil did texted my brother saying he was sick wondering if they could reschedule the session... Emile was a bit worried about it. Why do you ask?"
"We think something might be very wrong... but-" Roman grabbed Patton's wrist making so that he could speak into the phone.
"The kid Virgil had a crush on and his friends seemed far to happy to see that he hasn't been in school since Monday!"
"... Oho... feelings..."
"Yes. now what do we do? Virgil will most likely shut Patton and me out if we try and ask."
"I could ask Emile to call Remy. If anyone can get to Virgil then it got to be him."
"Please do Logan. I'm worried for him." Patton said taking back his hand and phone from Roman's hold.
Remy turned to the counter holding a drink in his hand
"A Mocha for a Mister 'Danger Noodle'?!" he snorted slightly at the nickname as he saw how the person it belonged to hit his head against the table before moving over.
"You as well as me, both know that is a absolutely perfect nickname." he took the drink as Remy gave him a smirk and finger guns.
"I know it's perfect, i made it myself." the person groaned
"I absolutely despise you, Remy." he said and walked back to their table.
Remy was just about to start on another order when his phone started to buzz in his pocket. He turned to Joan giving them a pleading look
"I'll be right back." he said before asking Valerie to take over for him, she jolted there she stood having been refilling some of the stocks but quickly finished what she was currently doing to fix the orders.
Remy entered the back room. he fished up his still ringing phone to find how Emile was calling him.
"Emile?" Remy asked in confusion "Why are you calling me?"
"Logan just called, having been alerted that Virgil hasn't been in school since Monday, he told me Patton and Roman are starting to get worried and that some kid Virgil apparently had a crush on might have done something..."
"What." Remy found himself growling out "When i find that kid i'm gonna-"
"Not the issue here Remy!" Emile cried on the other side of the line "Is Virgil okay?"
"I mean... he says he's sick and he does not look his best... but from your information it might not be a real sickness just a funky feeling... Oh sweet Starbucks..." Remy groaned "He had me fooled"
"Now don't be like that Remy, heartbreak can take different forms, he might feel like he's sick... or he's entering another depressed episode..."
"Aw shit."
"Do you think you could talk to him? or at lest try and make him feel better, I won't see him until next week... and by then it might have gotten worse."
"I'm so gonna cuddle him to death when i get back home."
"REMY!" Remy cringed at the shout from outside
"Sorry, gotta go back to work."
"Hey don't worry i knew i called you at your shift hour. Just take care of him okay? Oh and maybe message Patton and Roman when you do."
"Got it." Remy quickly hung up before rushing back out into the dinner rush.
Remy unlocked the door and entered the apartment, closing the door behind, he exhaled tiredly, before he removed his shoes and entered the living room. dropping his bag at the sofa. he sent a glance towards the stairs before he walked over to Virgil's room, knocking on the door before opening it. Virgil was lying on his side in the bed, back to the door, but Remy could see that he was awake by the light from the phone.
"Hey." Virgil turned his head slightly looking over at Remy, only giving a tired hum in greeting. "So, i was thinking Pizza for dinner, then a movie marathon with some ice cream and fluffy blankets and hot chocolate to end the night, what do you say, Virge?"
"It sounds like... you are aware of something I'm not" Virgil said sitting up a bit more. Remy gave a so so motion with his hand
"Nah, I have just been given the order to care for you."
"Don't you already do that? And from who?" Remy smiled
"Well~" he said starting to count on his fingers "There is the very worried Patton who asked me to give you a thousand hugs, a worried Roman who wants to fight whoever hurt you, Logan, and Emile who's more worried about you than normal." Remy said before he looked to Virgil smiling "And then there's me myself deciding to go full on big brother mode on you." Virgil bolted into a sitting position
"SHIT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THEM WORRIED!"
"Hey! shhh, not your fault." Remy walked over quickly calming Virgil down "You're grieving your feelings, so care to tell me what happened, because i only know about 1% of the whole story." Virgil slumped against him taking a shaky breath.
"Just this stupid kid who used my crush to their own gain..."
"Who was it, i need to know to give them a knuckle sandwich."
"Remy no."
"Remy YES!" Virgil gave away a wet laugh only causing Remy to grin.
"I guess i was blinded to much to see what an ass they were."
"Well, happens to all of us, after all some do say Love is blind, but Love is not always kind."
"I hate it when you go deep." Remy burst out laughing
"Now, how about that Pizza and cuddling on the cough in fluffy blankets as we drown in ice cream and mushy movies?"
"I'd love it." Virgil mumbled smiling.
The morning found both of them asleep on the cough, two pizza cartoons on the table along with two mugs and bowl having once held hot chocolate and ice cream, but also a bowl now only holding a few popcorns left, and several tissues when the issue was worked out.
Remy woke slightly, smiling down at Virgil who was lying on top of him snoring away, Remy brought up his phone and sent a message to the group chat
"The issue has been solved with lot's of tissues, cuddles, ice cream and pizza."
//Yes the Danger Noodle is Deceit XD
#sanders sides#brothers hc#virgil#sleep#logan#patton#roman#dr. picani#Janus#joan#valerie#text#the fox writes
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Cutie Reviews: NMNL April 20
Okay, so something’s wrong with my front page picture. Instead, we’ll change things up a teensy bit, and I’ll make the front image the April Glam Gift set.
This month’s theme is Stay Home, Stay Fabulous
“This month we wanted to curate a beauty box that includes just what you need to give your hair and skin a boost at home, while also including adorable makeup products so you can glam up when you feel like it!“
Glam Gift and Photo Prize
So as you saw above, our GG for this month was based around Witch’s Pouch, a brand that happens to stay classy with a touch of cute whimsy. The products are a variety of cosmetics and some extra useful items, such as primer and cleansing pads.
Meanwhile, the Photo Prize consists of these super-cute Line and A Peach lip balms. They look so deliciously adorable~
For this month, the horoscope was “Which at-home Beauty Activity should you try?“. These are what it suggested:
Aries - Funky wash-out hair color
Taurus - Make a DIY clay mask
Gemini - Organize the makeup collection
Cancer - DIY bath bombs
Leo - Clean your makeup brushes
Virgo - DIY hair mask
Libra - Try Japanese nail art
Scorpio - DIY lip scrub
Sagittarius - Do a face massage
Capricorn - Use a pore strip
Aquarius - Clean the makeup drawer
Pisces - Try an artsy makeup tutorial
Which activity did you get? Which one have you tried? Or if none of these apply to you, what would you like to try?
Pores Clear Pack Peel Off & Foot and Heel Peeling Mask
Our first two items are peeling packs, but for different parts of the body. First, we’ll begin with the pore pack, which comes from the brand Porez. It’s applied directly from the bottle and is made from Moroccan lava clay and charcoal to absorb pore impurities while cleaning the nose.
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Honestly I’m not sure if it really does much, other then help pull up some more loose/dry/flaky skin from my nose. It always feels nice after I apply some facial product though. It has a strong scent, I’m not really sure how to describe it.
It goes on pretty easy but until you get the hang of it, you can expect it to be a little blotchy, and if you’re not careful you could have a wet layer beneath a dry layer, rather then satisfyingly removing it all at once. The hole it comes out of can also be kind of messy, but it’s easy to clean up.
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I was super-excited for this next item :D we don’t get foot peeling packs very often (in fact it’s been like 2 years since I did it last, if not longer).
This one features a little cute panda motif and is made from natural extracts of fruits and herb. What makes this pack fun is that not only do you apply the product to the socks yourself, but they include cute paw print sticker/tape strips to help hold them on.
Alright, so it’s only been about 3 days since I used them. The description says it takes anywhere from 4-6 days before the skin begins to peel, so I’m not going to be rating this one yet. I’ll have an update on it when something starts to happen in a future post. But for now I’ll say it smells wonderful prior to putting it on, right after removing it, the scent is still there but there was also a very strong alcohol scent overtaking it. It really irritated my nose DX
Mediheal Hair Sheep Steam Pack
I was also really excited for this one, simply because a few Youtubers I watch have tried it out. It’s always kind of fun to get a product you recognize :3
This product promises to leave your hair feeling silky and shiny after use, and it “heats up“ to help repair damage like split ends, and frizzy dryness. It contains items such as goat milk and hydrolyzed collagen.
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So... I have mixed feelings about this one. It’s really cute and sounds kinda fun, it also has a decent scent. But I really don’t think it actually did anything for me (but to be fair, it’s about a year old, that could be why?), and it kind of felt like an inconvenience. After you wash your hair you have to towel dry it, then put this on for so long, and rinse it out. My dad of all people had to help me put it on too, because I was having trouble keeping it open (product is inside of it) and hold my hair up.
Animal Beating Net
Next up is this ultra-cute looking sponge that comes shaped as a froggy, bear, fish, or ducky! It also includes a small mesh-ish net that you put the little sponge into and wet, then you apply a facial cleaner or soap to foam it up nice and good. This was made to increase the foam/lather while cutting down on how much product gets used.
It’s silly but I hesitated a little to open the package; it’s so cute looking, I didn’t want to ruin it... but I did, and I set my little froggy free.
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Initially, I didn’t really think much of it, but the more I was using it the more fun I found it to be. It’s so cute, and yeah you have to clean it up afterwards, but that’s besides the point. You get a good amount of lather, and you can keep re-foaming it with a bit more water if you need more.
Arm Massager
This item comes from the brand Tsubosh. It’s available in this really light pinkish color or white. You roll it around the shoulder or wrist to loosen the joints and pressure points.
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I wasn’t really sure if this was doing anything honestly. But because of my stiffened joints and aches as of late, I feel like it’s been helping that a little bit. My mom (who is still bedridden, but she’s capable of standing and using crutches now, and she can walk a teensy bit) really likes it too, and she’s been using it as a make-shift weight to lift.
Tinted Lip Balm, Bubble Lip Pack, & Heart Blossom Blush
I really didn’t need to cram all 3 of these into one picture, but I don’t hate it.
First we’ll begin with the blusher, which comes from one of my favorite brands, Etude House. This is a limited edition for spring, featuring a cute heart-shaped window and flowers etched into the blush. It’s soft with a faint shimmer, and was available in two colors: Attracted Love or Unrelenting Spring.
At least the booklet says. Mine is listed as the color Just Clicked on the box it came in. It’s a sort of... coral-ish color.
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Well it gets high cuteness points. It’s also really pretty, and the container it came in makes me feel so fancy~
The color itself sort of worried me, given how orangey it looks. But when I applied it on my cheek, I noticed it’s not nearly as pigmented as it was on my fingers (you’re supposed to use a brush or puff or something but I didn’t have one nearby), so it sort of just added a natural looking glow to my cheeks.
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This cute little lip pack comes from Choosy, a well-known lip-based brand that we’ve seen countless of times within these cosmetic boxes. This was really fun, it was just like using one of those foaming face masks, but on your lips, and it has a lovely mint scent!
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I really, really like this. It’s not a long-term product as far as I can tell, but it’s really fun to use and it smells so good. My lips feel refreshed after using it, especially when you apply a little bit of lip balm afterwards.
Also, I’m not really sure but I think you can use this multiple times. You can’t reseal it, but you get so much product, I can’t imagine using it all at once. It only takes a little swipe to fully cover my lips. Even days later, it’s still fresh and works fine.
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Our final item and probably my most favorite of the bunch is this kawaii Pokemon heart-shaped lip product from IT’S DEMO. I like this brand too, although I don’t see it nearly as much as some others.
Each tin has it’s own flavor and color, and feature unique Pichu/Pikachu themed artwork. There was:
Blue - Peach
Pink - Cherry
Green - Candy
Yellow - Citrus
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I love love LOVE this! It smells amazing, and it’s so ultra-cute ♥
However, I don’t know if it’s because it was sitting around for a year or what, but mine seems to have a “jellied lip balm film“ over it. I’ve never really seen anything like it before. Also, the lid is fairly loose. It rests on the tin well enough, but if you hold the lid, it slides off. Depending on the angle, it seems to stay on slightly longer, but other times it comes right off. Only if you hold it by the lid though, it doesn’t randomly pop up if you’re not touching it or anything.
I wish I could get the other three still~
♥ Cutie Ranking ♥
Content - 5 out of 5. I liked everything, it was very fun and cute. There are a couple of things I think I may have liked a bit more in our previous box, but I like this one about the same. Even that sheep steam pack that seems not to have worked at all; as I said it could be my fault for not using it sooner. I’m super-excited for the foot peeling to begin!
Theme: 5 out of 5. I suppose? I’m not entirely sure how to judge this one, but it’s all stuff you can use in the home.
Total Rank: 9 out of 10. Everything worked, maybe not to the extent of what was guaranteed, but I still liked it all. The theme wasn’t all that special or anything, but it wasn’t a bad idea either. Everyone should be allowed to feel beautiful inside and out, in the house or outdoors.
For now, that concludes this review :3 I just got my Gacha Gacha crate while I was working on this, and I’m planning on getting it done tomorrow. So until then, stay cute!
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Cherry-Bomb Bastard
Summary: Your older brother, Baekhyun, asks his friend Jungkook to look after you while he goes on tour and your parents go on vacation. Too bad Jungkook is a cocky bastard, otherwise you’d enjoy the attractive man hanging around you.
Word Count: 10,269
“Baek, why do I have to be here again?” Baekhyun rolled his eyes at your question, yanking out one of your earbuds as you blew a bubble into the gum you were smacking on.
“Maybe if you weren’t playing your music so loud you would’ve heard me the first time.” he raised his brow at you, nodding his head to the loose earbud that was playing loud rock ‘n roll into the open air. “I told you; this was a last-minute MC thing they needed me to do and I wouldn’t dare leave you at the dorm with the sausage party living there.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as you popped your gum.
“Oh, I know you can, I also know that the guys wouldn’t control themselves around you.” Baekhyun pointed out, dragging you further in the backstage area of the TV set.
“How come things like this always happen when I come to visit you?” you huffed, blowing another bubble as you followed your older brother.
“Coincidence?” Baekhyun smiled and shrugged, chuckling when he heard the music coming out of your exposed earbud.
“Really? ‘Super Freak’ by Rick James?” you just smirked and winked at your brother.
“Hey, 70′s American funk is amazing and you can’t tell me otherwise big bro.” you saw him poke his tongue out at you as you shoved your earbud back in, taking out a fresh stick of gum and adding it to the growing wad in your mouth. You tugged the leather jacket you wore closer to you; well, really it was Baekhyun’s, but after hearing you complain about the cold he immediately gave it up to you. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of your whining if he didn’t.
You sighed, aimlessly looking around at the hustle and bustle of the studio as your mind became absorbed in funky bass and brass music. You took your phone out of your pocket, intending to change the song when you ran smack dab into someone, losing your brother in the throng of stage workers. You fell straight on your bottom, your earbuds popping out of your ears as your phone slid across the floor.
“Shit.” you muttered, scrambling after your phone. You reached out to grab it when a hand beat you to it, picking it up and examining the screen. You looked at the person on the ground next to you (obviously, they were the one you had ran into) and were fully intending on giving them a good cussing out not only for taking your property, but for not even mumbling a sorry, when your words got caught in your throat.
The person you ran into had to be one of the best-looking people you had seen in your entire life; with sweet chocolate brown hair, dark eyes and sharp facial features you didn’t know if you had ran into a normal human being, or some sort child of Aphrodite. You stopped your persistent gum chewing when he finally acknowledged you, his lips curving into a smirk as he held your phone out to you cheekily.
“So, you like ‘The Ramones’ too?” he watched you snatch the phone from his hand, examining the screen for any cracks or dents. You glared at him, rolling the gum in your mouth around with your tongue.
“Sorry for running into you and hurting your tailbone to.” your voice dripped with sarcasm and that only made the man smirk even wider. He noticed you getting up, and he quickly shot up, grabbing your elbow to try and steady you.
“Allow me,” he tried, but you yanked your arm out of his grip, standing up on your own as he watched you brush your jeans off.
“I don’t need your chivalry, thanks. And I have no intention of apologizing either so you can forget that.” you shoved your phone into your pocket.
“Apologize or not that’s your decision to do so, isn’t it? There’s really nothing I can do about that except call security and have you escorted out of here for not wearing a pass. But that seems a little bit extreme” he quipped back and you placed your hands on your hips, popping your gum in his face.
“Charming you are. Why don’t you arrogant little boys do what you normally do best, break me down and destroy my livelihood, now if you excuse me.” you turned on your heal, starting the search for your brother when a hand gripped your wrist tightly, making you turn around in both pain and anger.
“What?” you grit through your teeth, trying not to fawn over this man’s large doe eyes.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his eyes darting over your face as your jaw stopped its attack on the gum. He could smell cherries in your breath, and you noticed the way his nostrils flared out to smell it even more.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” you propositioned.
“Jungkook.” he said in a sing-song voice, showing off his teeth with a smile.
“Y/N.” you replied curtly. Jungkook chuckled.
“Well, Y/N,” his voice was taunting as he spoke, making you glare even harder at him. “You’re the first girl I’ve met that hasn’t swooned at the sight of me.” You eyed him up, laughing smugly as you yanked your arm out of his grasp.
“Then maybe I’ve done you some good.” you turned and walked away from him, catching the sight of his smile pulling down into a frown. You heard persistent footsteps behind you, and you blew another bubble with your gum as Jungkook caught up with your stride.
“Look, I have never broken anyone down or destroyed anyone’s livelihood. I’ll have you know, I want peace in the world as much as anyone.” he watched as you rolled your eyes and sigh in exasperation.
“And how do I know you’re not lying to me?” you faced him and he paused, his mouth agape.
“Well,” Jungkook started as you stared at him pointedly with a smug smile on your lips, “You’ll just have to trust my word on that one.”
“Of course I will,” you said in false happiness, popping your gum as you rolled your eyes. “You’re all just the same, you probably care more about your image than anything else, let alone worrying about bringing peace to the world.”
“I really have no choice but to look after my image. Maybe that’s why your obvious different image from all the other girls I’ve met is what I find insanely refreshing about you.” you scoffed, your mouth opening in mock shock.
“Obvious? I was trying so hard to hide it.” you said sarcastically, hearing him sigh pointedly.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad when I knocked you to the ground, but I’m sure after falling down from heaven you’re used to that kind of pain already.”
“Was that your attempt at flirting?” you chuckled dryly, stopping in your tracks to stare at him head on.
“That depends, did it work?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that day.
“No.” you refused to give in to his banter, turning around to finally get away from him and find your brother when you saw a large something coming straight for you.
“Watch out!” Jungkook shouted, tackling you to the ground to avoid the giant light fixture hurtling towards you. He rolled you out of the way, laying on top of you with wide, shocked eyes.
“Are you okay? Why didn’t you move?!” he asked ludicrously. You huffed, looking up into his eyes.
“I would’ve moved if it weren’t for your apparent fascination with knocking me to the ground, that’s the second time today you realize.” you shot, watching him laugh in disbelief.
“Well, I’ll try to keep that in mind and be more considerate the next time I’m saving your life.” you rolled your eyes at his statement.
“Next time? What makes you think we’ll see each other again?”
“Won’t we?” his voice turned soft and hopeful and you couldn’t help but drop the scowl that lined your face. He did look kind of cute when he wasn’t talking, you let yourself think.
“Y/N!” your head snapped to the voice of your brother that was running over to you two. You pushed Jungkook off of you with a loud huff, jumping up on your feet as Jungkook grunted from the hard impact of the ground.
“What were you and Jungkook-ssi doing?” he asked, looking between your shocked expression and Jungkook’s figure still laying on the ground.
“You know this jerk?” you asked your brother as Jungkook stood.
“And you know Baekhyun-ssi?” Jungkook asked in disbelief, eyeing you up and down, “How many idols do you know?”
“Idols?”
“Jungkook-ssi, I don’t believe you’ve met my little sister, have you?” Baekhyun smiled, patting his back in a friendly manner as Jungkook stared down at you in shock. “Y/N, this is Jungkook, from that new rising group I was telling you about? BTS? They’re here today as special guests! Jungkook sang that cover of Charlie Puth that you liked so much.” your eyes mirrored Jungkook’s, raking your eyes over his body again.
“Are you sure bro? You’re not pulling my leg, right?” you chuckled nervously, seeing Jungkook’s lip curl in satisfaction at the fact you liked his singing.
“You’re funny Y/N,” Baekhyun reached a hand out, ruffling your hair beneath his fingers. “But hey, they need me to rehearse some stuff before we start shooting. My dressing room is down that-a-ways if you wanna hang out there.” Baekhyun gave you a smile before turning to Jungkook.
“Jungkook-ssi, I expect you to take good care of my sister okay?” he playfully sent a glare to Jungkook before laughing, patting his back heartedly. “Hey, no need for the stoic face, I was just kidding, you two kids play nice.”
You both watched Baekhyun walk away in disbelief. You shook your head, a small ‘huh’ leaving your lips.
“Who would’ve thought you’d know my brother.”
“Who would’ve thought you’d like my singing.” Jungkook chuckled as you shot him a dirty look.
“I never said I liked your singing,” you pointed out, turning towards the direction Baekhyun said his room was in.
“No, you’re right. You didn’t say. But your brother did.” Jungkook grinned in satisfaction when you only responded with a loud sigh.
“Why are you still following me Jungkook?” you pursed your lips, crossing your arms over your chest as you walked.
“You’re different, and even though I love my hyungs to death, I’d think you’d keep better company.” he smiled.
“Well stop thinking, because I’m not interested in being around people like you.”
“And what exactly are ‘people like me’ like?”
“People like you are self-centered, arrogant, and rude because they think they’re all that.” you answered instantly.
“That’s a little hurtful, don’tcha think love?” you turned on Jungkook, holding the handle of the dressing room door so tight that your knuckles were white.
“First of all, don’t call me ‘love’. Second of all, you may be on good terms with my brother, but that doesn’t mean you’re good with me.” Jungkook chuckled, watching your jaw move faster as you angrily chewed your gum.
“Oh, but I will be,” he relished in your groan and watched you open the door. “You may say you despise me, but your resistance only makes me want to get to know you even more.”
The door slammed in his face and Jungkook sighed, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek. A flash of pink caught his attention on the ground, and he picked up the object with curiosity in his eyes. He chuckled, flipping the object around in between his fingers, turning on his heel with a smirk on his face and determination in his eyes. He looked down at the small package as he walked, his brain turning in thought.
“Cherry-Bomb brand, huh?”
~*~
“You what?!” you looked at your brother incredulously, your arms falling in exasperation.
“What else would you want me to do Y/N? Mom and Dad are out of the country and they asked me to watch you-”
“Yeah, they asked you Byun Baekhyun, not...not that thing!”
“I know you’re upset-”
“That barely begins to sum it up.”
“But I can’t help it that these things come up sometimes. I’m sorry they do, but I have to go away with the guys for a few days. It’s only the weekend Y/N-”
“Why can’t I just stay here by myself, I’m almost 20 years-old, I don’t need a babysitter.” you crossed your arms over your chest, not before pulling out a stick of gum and breaking it apart with your teeth. Baekhyun stared at you pointedly, his lips pursed.
“Because I promised Mom and Dad that someone would be watching you. It’s just two days Y/N and Jungkook-ssi is a nice guy. I trust him to be alone with you.” Baekhyun sighed, moving closer to you to rub your shoulders in comfort.
“Look, you have work tonight, yeah? So you won’t even see him until late. I did tell him to go pick you up though.”
“Baekhyun.” you groaned, rubbing your hands across your face. “I don’t want him to though. I’ve never had problems before.”
“Y/N I’m just worried about you. Working at a bar until the early morning hours with a girl like you wandering the streets alone? It makes me nervous and I’d like it if you would please let Jungkook pick you up, for my sanity okay?” You stared at Baekhyun’s pleading expression and sighed softly.
“Okay, for you though.” Baekhyun sent you a grateful smile.
“Good. I have to go now...” Baekhyun pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Be safe okay? Please, don’t fight with Jungkook-ssi or kill him either. I mean it Y/N.” he let you go, picking up his bag and walking to the door. You followed him, slowly chewing on your gum.
“You be safe too brother. I’ll try to play nice.” you relented, making Baekhyun chuckle.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” Baekhyun said as he blew you a kiss goodbye, closing the door behind you.
~*~
‘Really Baekhyun, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ You must’ve cursed me while you were leaving.’ you thought as you served cocktails and shots to the rowdy bar patrons.
Of course your boss just had to put you on gameday shift. Of course there just had to be more than just the regulars here tonight and of course they just had to be the loud obnoxious type. You smiled as one of the older men left you a generous tip, ringing what you and your co-workers deemed the “Tip Bell” that hung next to the numerous bottles of vodka.
“Y/N! Yo, Y/N!”
“Y/N, come do a shot with us!”
“Dude, Y/N c’mon get your ass over here!���
You shook your head at the three regulars at the bar, moving over to their seating area. The three men were in their late twenties and always tipped well, and you’ve had pleasant conversations before, so you smiled when you went over. You handed each one of them a shot before pouring one of your own.
“Now you boys are paying for this one right?” they laughed heartedly and agreed, cheering loudly when you slammed your empty shot glass down next to theirs. You rang the bell again and the boys cheered louder, handing you a wad of bills.
“Thanks and good job fellas.” you winked at them as you shoved the money into your bra. Obviously you weren't stupid enough to put the money in the tip jar; you had to split those sums with your co-workers at the end of the night. And besides, you were wearing a low-cut tank top anyways, maybe when guys stare at your chest and see the money they’ll want to tip more. You moved around the other side of the bar and began to wipe down the counter, ignoring the loud jeers and catcalls as you bent over, exposing more of your cleavage and ass in your too short shorts. But hey, if you wanted good money you had to wear what you got to wear.
Jungkook walked through the doors of the bar, his hood up as he slid into one of the booths. He scrunched his nose at the pungent scent of alcohol and took out his phone, looking at the message his friend had sent him earlier.
From Baekhyun-ssi: Here’s Y/N’s address to her work, she should be getting off a 1 a.m. Make sure you’re there to protect my sister!
Jungkook’s phone read 12:50, and he was pretty sure he had the address right. He turned away the server that came to his booth, his eyes raking over the many heads at the bar to find you. He then saw you at the very end, smiling, laughing, and taking a shot with a couple of the customers. He cocked his head to the side in amusement; he never did get to see you smile. He decided he liked you more when you did; you almost seemed like a normal person.
He allowed himself to stare at your body when you came around the bar, biting his lip when your ass was on full display for everyone to see. Oh how he’d like to grab that ass. He’d also like to hold you close to his body and shield you away from all the wandering eyes in the room. Despite it all, he didn’t like the other men looking at you the way they did and it made him feel possessive. Jungkook shook his head. No, you were fun to tease, that was it. Nothing more than just a playful, little tease. You were his friend’s sister after all, and he knew that Baekhyun would kill him if he dared tried anything with you.
“Why don’tcha just go talk to her, handsome, she’s a nice girl. She’d go out with you if you just asked, you look like her type.” Jungkook looked to his right and saw a man, probably no more than a couple years older than him, slide into his booth with a sultry smile on his face.
“I don’t wanna ask her if she’s gonna say no.” Jungkook quipped, turning his gaze back to you as you served up drinks again. The man chuckled next to him, placing his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Can’t beat that ass though, can you?” he pointed out, chuckling under his breath. “Go get in there tiger, come on.”
Jungkook stood, approaching the bar with a smirk on his face as the man followed behind him. Jungkook stood, waiting for you to acknowledge him. After about a minute of you not noticing he was about to go sit down when you spoke to him, keeping your eyes on the blender you were working with.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass? Taemin stares at my ass, but he, at least, talks to me.” you turned to Jungkook, sending a playful wave to the man (Taemin, Jungkook presumed) standing behind him. You placed the drink you were blending on the counter, sliding it into an open hand waiting for you to finish.
“Keep the change doll,” the person handed you a five and you looked straight into Jungkook’s eyes as you shoved it into your bra. He gulped, his eyes following your hand before watching a bright red bubble form on your lips.
“Do you ever stop chewing that gum?”
“I could do worse. I could be addicted to liquor or drugs, but I choose this gum instead, besides, it helps me think.” you raised your eyebrows playfully at Jungkook, watching him shake his head in disbelief.
Jungkook moved to speak again when another bar patron approached you, handing you a dollar bill. You quickly turned on the stranger.
“This is a tip?” you asked the man.
“Hell yeah that’s a tip!”
“Well I’ll tell you what. You know what the bell says,” you tapped the large bell behind you three times, “About this tip? The bell says you’re a cheap bastard.”
Another ring.
“Cheap.”
Ring.
“Fucking.”
Ring.
“Bastard.”
Ring.
“That comes in here every day.”
Ring.
“And leaves me a shitty tip once a week.”
Ring.
The people at the bar made noises of disbelief, ooing and laughing at the guy for being an asshole to you.
“Ah you fucking bitch.” the guy spat at you and walked away.
“Yeah fuck you too!” you yelled back after him, turning around to face Jungkook again, whose smirk had grown even wider.
“Feisty, I like that.” he chuckled when he saw you roll your eyes at him.
“I have no choice but to be.”
“At least I have the decency to pick you up, I could’ve said no. I’m considerate unlike these other guys.”
“Oh are you now?” you asked playfully, grabbing a beer for a middle aged woman who walked in.
“Hell yeah I am. I still have my head on straight and know how to treat a lady.”
“Oh yeah? I betcha he’s going to lose all that once the young boy has a drink in him.” a man who was listening in on your conversation approached you two, shoving Jungkook out of the way to face you directly. Jungkook watched in disbelief, anger boiling in his stomach.
“Scotch and soda Y/N and make one for yourself on me. So, go ahead and move that sugar ass and make my drink.” you sighed, already halfway through making the man’s usual order when a gasp made you look up.
Jungkook, with a hurt sense of pride and anger in his heart, slapped the man across the face. He pushed the man’s head into the bar with one hand, grabbing one of the man’s arms and twisting it behind his back with the other. You watched in shock as the customers backed away from them.
“Hey! Be respectful to the lady, alright? You don’t disrespect her, you got that?” Jungkook said menacingly, cutting off the man’s air supply with the hand around his neck. You felt a rush of gratitude and affection for Jungkook in that moment; no man had ever defended you like that before.
“Hey, hey, hey, back off.” Taemin pushed Jungkook aside, instead replacing his position. You put the drink for the man in front of him, sipping on your own as you watched the Taemin rile up the guy.
“It’s best you listen to what the young man said alright? You’re lucky I won’t press charges for fighting in my bar. Y/N, I’m taking his drink. Yeah I’m taking your drink buddy, stop trying to fight me. And Y/N you’re relieved, Yoona just walked through the door so go head on out.” Taemin grabbed the glass, escorting the man out of the building.
“C’mon Y/N...” Jungkook grabbed your hand, leading you out from behind the bar.
“Slow your roll there hotshot, I still have a drink to finish.” you tugged on his hand instead, ignoring the warm chills that ran down your arm as you led him to one of seating areas. You plopped Jungkook down into a chair and sat yourself down across from him, sipping on the drink slowly. You looked up at Jungkook from the brim of your glass and caught him staring at you. There was something different in those brown eyes of his that struck you different. But what was it?
“What?” you asked hesitantly, setting your glass down on the table.
“Does stuff like that happen often?” you chuckled at his question.
“I think you know the answer to that question Jungkook. It’s just a part of the job, I’m used to it by now.”
“That kind of behavior shouldn’t be something you think is normal Y/N. Unless, you’re into that kind of thing?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes, crossing you arms across your chest.
“You handled yourself pretty well back there though, I was impressed at your mockery of that asshole tipper.” you chuckled, taking another sip of the drink.
“That was Siwon, he’s here everyday and I’m used to his insane levels of douchery.” you smiled at Jungkook’s hearty laugh, looking down at the wooden table to not fall completely head-over-heels over his smile.
“Thank you by the way, for defending me.” you spoke softly and a cocky grin spread over Jungkook’s lips.
“I’m sorry what was that? I don’t think I heard correctly, did I just get a thank you?” Jungkook held a hand up to his ear teasingly, giggling when you kicked his foot underneath the table.
“Thank you Jungkook for defending me,” you said louder this time. “You’re not getting me to say it again so you can forget that.”
“Don’t worry, it’s all I needed to hear Y/N.” he winked and you felt your face flush.
“You alright? Your face just got really pink.” Jungkook smirked at your flustered state, watching your cheeks grow brighter in color.
“It’s the alcohol.” you brushed it off.
“Great, then you won’t mind me taking the rest of your drink?” before you said yes, Jungkook grabbed the glass, shooting down the rest of it in one shot. He smacked his lips in satisfaction, standing from his seat.
“Now come on, I’m taking you home.” he offered his hand out, but you refused to take it, standing up on your own and leading him out the door.
The two of you walked in a comfortable silence, your shoes clicking against the ground in rhythmic taps. Jungkook watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing your confident stride, your swaying hips, and how a new stick of gum somehow found its way into your mouth. He noticed you shivering and shrugged off his hoodie.
“Here.” he held it out to you. You stared at him like he was crazy.
“I don’t want your hoodie Jungkook, I’m fine.”
“Obviously not, you’re shaking like a leaf.”
“I can take care of myself, I’m fine.” you insisted, pulling your arms closer to you. Jungkook huffed softly, pulling the hoodie back on.
“Fine, don’t take the hoodie then.” he instead slipped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side.
“Jungkook let go of me, I told you I’m fine.” you blew a bubble in irritation, popping it instantly.
“Then why are you leaning further into me?” he reveled in the fact he was right, not minding the fact that you sulked all the way to the apartment building you were staying at. You both went into the building, going up to the fifth floor.
“Well, this is it.” you said lamely, “This is Baek’s apartment, but since he’s always promoting and staying at the dorms, he lets me stay here when I’m in town.”
“It's very...clean.” you scoffed, shutting the door, kicking your shoes off, and plopping on the couch.
“What, you expected me to live in a pigsty?”
“No. I just always imagined you to live in an...ediger place.”
“You’ve imagined me before?” you pointed out, watching Jungkook’s face blank. “The fridge is stocked if you’re hungry. You can sleep in Baek’s room if you want, whatever makes you comfortable. Bathroom’s down that way, towels and blankets are in the linen closet. And with that, I’m going to bed.”
“Wait Y/N.” you turned, watching Jungkook approach you in the small hallway.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why? So you can judge my music tastes again?” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
“Not this time. I’m heading out early in the morning to bring some things over here. Plus I workout in the mornings and I want your number just in case you need anything.” you sighed, letting him take your phone to put in his number.
“Now you may go to sleep princess.” he said tauntingly, handing you back your phone and waving you off.
“Don’t call me that.” you rolled your eyes, leaving to your room.
Jungkook chuckled, looking at your number in his phone. He smirked, walking into Baekhyun’s room while adding in the contact name ‘Cherry-Bomb Bastard’ into the contact info.
~*~
When you woke up the next morning, you were confused and disoriented. What was that smell? And why was there noise coming from the living room. Did you accidently forget to turn off the TV last night? You rubbed your eyes with a fisted hand, sitting up from your warm bed and yawning loudly. Then you heard a curse. A loud, masculine curse. Realization dawned on you; Jungkook was here. Jungkook was in your house because of your brother’s over protective ways.
You sighed, withdrawing yourself from your pile of blankets to find out what that smell was. You slowly made your way into the kitchen, one of your hands running through your insane bedhead. One look into the kitchen made you shriek in shock, turning around to face the living room with a hand over your mouth.
“What?! What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked worriedly, looking up from the pan on the stove to stare at you in concern. He heard you curse under your breath, watching you slowly turn around to face him.
“We have a no-shirt, no-service rule in this house.” you mumbled, looking down at the floor with a blush on your cheeks. You heard Jungkook chuckle and you looked up at him hesitantly, trying to avoid your eyes from wandering to low.
“Only no-shirt? So I have the freedom to be here with no-pants?” he teased, placing his thumbs in the band of his sweats to pull them down. You rushed forward, grabbing his hands to stop his movements. Your sudden directness surprised him, so Jungkook just stared at you with a raised eyebrow, daring you to continue. You cleared your throat, ignoring how a fire ignited with the skin on skin contact.
“No no, that won’t be necessary.”
“Then why haven’t you removed your hands?” he smirked, “Just admit it Y/N, you think I’m attractive.”
You scoffed at his statement, shaking your head vigorously.
“Please, you wish Jungkook. Your arrogance is suffocating the room. There’s nothing remotely attractive about you, not even these.” you let your hide glide up his abdomen, biting your lip at the feeling of taunt muscles under your touch. You pushed past him, examining the contents on the stove.
“What is this?”
“Breakfast, obviously.” Jungkook said, shoving you to the side to resume his cooking.
“But why are you making it?”
“Because I’m hungry?” he rolled his eyes. “And I thought you’d might like some food too.”
“Thanks, but I can take care of myself. I know how to cook.” Jungkook sighed at your words, biting his lip in irritation.
“But I already cooked your portion.” he gestured to a beautifully full plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit. “It’d be rude to let it go to waste love.”
You sighed, picking up the plate and fork. You pouted as you brought the first bite of eggs to your mouth, glaring at Jungkook. He laughed when your eyes blew wide, staring down at your plate in awe.
“Good?” he asked smugly.
“More than good; it’s amazing.” you took another bite, moaning softly at the taste as you walked to the breakfast bar. You sat down, watching Jungkook cook with mild interest.
“So what did you put in these eggs to make them taste so good?” you inquired.
“Well, instead of milk, I used a little bit of sour cream and I mixed melted mozzarella into the eggs as well before cooking them.” he explained, plating his own food before joining you at the bar.
Jungkook’s knees brushed yours slightly, and you were surprised at how natural it felt. How normal and...domestic it seemed. You took a peek at him out of the corner of your eyes. He was built beautifully, all lean muscle and packed abs. You were right to think he was a descendant of the gods, because damn, everything about him seemed so holy and perfect. From his tousled hair to his long legs, you couldn’t deny the fact that Jungkook was insanely attractive. You shook your head. No, Jungkook was the epitome of everything that you despised: smug, arrogant, rude, full of himself, and so providing it made you want to tear your hair out. But he was also respectful, funny and confident, not to mention good-looking. You mentally kicked yourself, focusing back on your food to ignore the growing emotions inside you.
“So I have a proposition for you Y/N.” Jungkook broke the silence a few moments later once all the food was gone.
“Oh? And what’s that?” you looked at Jungkook curiously.
“You. Me. Mario Kart tournament to determine what we do today.” you chuckled, watching Jungkook move to the elaborate gaming system hooked up to the TV.
“How do you know I’m not doing anything today?” you challenged.
“I don’t,” Jungkook smirked, waving a controller tauntingly at you. “But I do know you won’t back down from a challenge. And you seem like the type to follow through with a bet.”
“Clever, very clever.” you gave him an appreciative nod, moving to sit next to him on the couch. He handed you your controller, booting up the game.
“So what do you want to do if you win?” Jungkook asked as you both picked your character; him picking Yoshi while you settled with Tanooki Mario.
“Hmm, you should buy me hanwoo.” you chuckled at Jungkook’s bulging eyes.
“What, a girl loves her food after all.” you shrugged.
“Alright, let's make our karts fair then. Circuit Special, Cyber Slick Wheels, and any glider you want.” Jungkook offered and you agreed to his terms, customizing your karts.
“What do you want if you win hotshot?” you asked.
“So we should totally bump the class up to 150CC. Normal CPU. Three races.” Jungkook ignored your question as a protest fell past your lips.
“What?! That’s too fast!” Jungkook chuckled.
“Go fast or lose the hanwoo.” he threatened, making you huff in annoyance. You did rock-paper-scissors to determine the first track to race on. You won with a victorious ‘yes’ slipping past your lips.
“Really? Sweet Sweet Canyon?” Jungkook judged your choice harshly.
“It’s to ease ourselves into this!” you defended, “Besides, it's based on Wreck-It Ralph!” you both prepared yourself as the timer counted down, cursing under your breath when you missed the initial speed boost.
“So you like Disney movies then?” Jungkook asked as he threw a green shell, slipping quickly into second place as you followed behind in fourth.
“Who doesn’t?” you replied monotonously, catching up to Jungkook when you got into third.
“You never know, there are a lot of people who don’t like them.”
“Keep your stupid narration down to a minimum please.” you snapped, cursing when your vision was blocked by squid ink. Jungkook easily won the first race, chuckling as you went past the finish line in third.
“It’s the 150CC, it’s too fast.” you pouted as Jungkook poked your side teasingly.
“Oh sure, blame the speed because it’s too fast.” Jungkook mocked happily choosing the next course.
“Oh c’mon, the Excitebike Arena? This one’s so stupid, if you get hit once then you’re automatically smashed in the wall.” you complained to Jungkook.
Jungkook missed a lot of the jumps at first, cursing softly when you took the lead in the race.
“It’s the lag, I blame the lag.” Jungkook huffed when you passed him.
“Mmhmm, sure. Blame the lag.” you mocked him the same way he mocked you, cheering when you took the win for the second race.
“Alright, it’s serious time now, no talking, no nothing.” Jungkook relented when you picked the Animal Crossing course for your final race.
It was really close, the both of you stealing first place from the other constantly. During the final lap you were in first and had a significant lead over Jungkook, but then he started to play dirty. He nudged your side, making you crash into one of the walls.
“Hey!” you shouted, nudging him back in retaliation, making him slip over a banana peel. “That’s cheating!”
“Oh and what you just did wasn’t?” Jungkook quipped back.
“You never did say what you wanted if you won.” you mentioned, trying to distract him as Jungkook cursed.
“What computer fires a red shell backwards?!” he yelled when you took the lead again.
“Don’t avoid the question! Shit how did you get so close?” you mumbled as Jungkook’s Yoshi quickly approached you.
“No, no, no!” you yelled when the random item gave Jungkook a Bullet Bill, causing him to sweep past you and win the final race. Jungkook cheered, poking your side repeatedly as he shoved his win into your face. You shoved him, causing him to fall backwards onto the couch. Jungkook grabbed your hand, taking you down with him.
You fell on top of Jungkook’s chest with a loud ‘oof’, his hands moving to your waist to steady you. You hesitantly raised your head to find Jungkook’s face close to yours; you could’ve sworn your noses were touching. You avoided his cocky gaze, choosing the lesser of two evils by staring at his pecs instead. On second thought...maybe his face would’ve been better to look at.
“Good game. I honestly thought you’d win that last one.” Jungkook spoke softly, making you look up at him curiously.
“I would’ve won if it weren’t for the stupid item generator.” you pouted, jutting out your lower lip. You saw that same flicker of emotion you noticed last night cross in Jungkook’s eyes again and you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What?” you mumbled.
Jungkook reached his hand up toward your face, gently running a hand through your hair. His eyelids dropped as he stared at you through his eyelashes, his lips parting it what seemed to be awe.
“Nothing, I just didn’t realize how pretty you were until now.” he gave you a soft smile, his doe eyes shining and his bunny teeth protruding from his lips. You hastily moved off his chest, sitting beside him with a scowl on your face.
“So you won, what do you want?” you asked with malice. Jungkook looked confused at your sudden hostility, but nevertheless smirked as he sat up to look at you fully.
“I want you to accompany me on a date.”
~*~
Later that evening, you found yourself and Jungkook out walking the town. You had given Jungkook the benefit of the doubt and dressed up a little for him. Not that you wanted to impress him or anything, but it felt nice to feel beautiful next to someone of Jungkook’s calibur.
It honestly wasn’t as bad as you initially thought it’d be. Jungkook turned into a gentleman; opening doors for you, holding your coat, guiding you along rough patches of concrete. It was both extremely sweet and extremely annoying. After years of taking care of yourself, you found the excessive attention to be a little bit too much to handle. Also the fact that you were out on a date with your brother’s friend made your stomach flip. Bet or not, it still felt wrong to play Jungkook like this. And your brother? If he ever found out you’re sure he’d be less than pleased. You’d never see Jungkook again.
Wait, you didn’t care if you saw Jungkook again or not. He’s just doing this as a favor to your brother. Nothing more. In less than 48 hours Jeon Jungkook would be out of your life for good. The thought of that made your heart drop a little. Despite his cockiness and over-confidence, he was actually kinda cute and fun to be around.
That was your first mistake of the night for thinking that. The second was allowing Jungkook to slip his hand into yours, his fingers comfortably wrapping around your own. You smiled at the feeling as he led you to a pretty area of the town with fairy lights wrapped between each trendle of tree branches. The soft glow and romantic ambiance made him swing your intertwined hands, and out of the corner of your eye you could see him smiling at the ground.
The third mistake was letting that sweet grandma approach the two of you.
“My, my, what a beautiful couple you two are. It’s nice to see the youth not overly sexualising themselves out on dates nowadays.” she smiled at you both, nodding in approval at your modest dress and Jungkook’s semi formal button-up and slacks.
“Oh, ma’am, you’re mistaken, we-”
“Thank you so much for your kind words. This girl of mine really makes me happy.” Jungkook cut you off, smiling politely at the woman before tugging you along, a dumbfounded expression on your face.
As you walked, your mind whirled. Why was Jungkook being so romantic? It was just a bet date. And why did he even want to go on a date with you anyways? Did he just want to tease you about it later? You bit your lip. This was bad. You were thinking way too much about Jungkook and his every move. You wish you’d brought your gum; at least it’d help calm your newfound nerves. You knew you were falling hard for the man next to you, and that thought scared you immensely. You were falling for someone your originally detested, you despised guys like him! So why was your heartbeat picking up the closer Jungkook moved to you? A red flag went off in your mind, and you let go of his hand, taking a step away from him.
Jungkook sent you a curious look, much like the one he gave you when you scrambled off his chest that morning. He had the decency to look disappointed at the loss of contact, but still held your jacket with a small smile as you both walked. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking down at the ground.
You couldn’t like Jungkook. He’s your brother’s friend, not to mention an idol. He’s the epitome of your opposite. He drives you up the wall. He’s too caring, too kind for someone like you. He makes you want to pull your hair out, but he also makes you want to cuddle with fluffy blankets and giggle. No, snap out of it. You don’t like Jeon Jungkook. You can’t get close to him. You can’t hurt him. You have to cut him off and out of your life, otherwise you knew you’d let your heart take control rather than your head.
“Jungkook...”
“Oh? Do you want your coat? Are you cold? Here.” Jungkook smiled at finally being recognized by you again, holding open your coat. You sighed, allowing him to put it on you. You both walked in silence for a few more seconds before you spoke up again.
“Jungkook, I can’t do this. Could you please take me back home?” you asked softly, biting your lip. He chuckled, looking down at you with a shake of his head.
“No. No that’s not the bet. The bet was that we’d go on a date and it’s barely been an hour yet since we started. So the plan is that we’re gonna walk around and look at the twinkling lights and-”
“Why are you just messing everything up?” you cut off his rambling with a snap. Jungkook’s smile dropped, his feet halting. You stopped, staring at him pointedly.
“What do you mean Y/N?”
“You’re messing up this!” you exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you with your hands. “What we having going on. The teasing, the bantering, what our relationship is, it’s fine. Why are you messing everything up by being all romantic and shit and taking me out on a date?
“This is what people do, Y/N. They go on dates. They buy each other flowers and they go to museums and concerts and-” Jungkook’s voice was laced with disbelief and he pursed his lips when you cut him off again.
“You don’t know me, Jungkook. This kind of sappy-ass stuff freaks me out. It’s fake. It’s all just a show and a lie. What’s wrong with what we’re doing? It’s working and we don’t have to fight or-” your voice was growing hostile and Jungkook couldn’t help give you the same treatment.
“Maybe I want to fight.” he scoffed, crossing his arms in defense.
“Yeah well I don’t.” you yelled, making a few passersby stare.
“What are you going to do Y/N? You’re just never going to feel anything? Never gonna let anyone help you or care about you? How’re you going to do that?” Jungkook challenged, his voice sharp and dripping with malice.
“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.” you snapped.
“You’re so messed up for not accepting your feelings.” Jungkook shook his head, chuckling ironically.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t need you to take care of me. I take care of myself, that’s what I do. Why don’t you go find some other girl that would gladly let you protect and nurture her to death and that won’t hurt you for trying to take care of her?” you shrugged your shoulders in disbelief, huffing in frustration. Jungkook went silent for a while, heaving out a huge sigh. He took a step closer to you, looking you dead in the eye.
“Because I like you, Y/N” his words were soft as he dropped his defense, opening himself fully to you.
You looked at him for a half of a second before shoving his chest, making him stumble back. You continued to punch and shove at his chest, but he was sturdy and much stronger than you. Your anger was clearly apparent to Jungkook, but he didn’t care.
“It’s obvious, I’m completely enamoured by you.”
You shoved harder, punched harder, and you managed to make him take another two steps back.
“You’re such a wimp.” he mocked, watching you attack him.
“I am not a wimp.” you said through gritted teeth.
“Then be with me!” he exclaimed.
You then started slapping his chest out of anger and frustration not only at your own emotions, but at the fact he also liked you back. It just made it that much harder for you to try and get him out of your mind and life.
“Oh, okay, so you’re going to fight me?” Jungkook chuckled, mocking you and shoving his tongue against his cheek. “Is that it? You’re going to fight me for not having any emotional capacity for anyone but yourself?”
“That’s a lie Jungkook and you know it. You know I care about people!” you yelled, pushing him back a step after a particularly hard shove.
“Besides your family, who else do you care for? Huh?!” he challenged.
You started kicking his shins and pushing him at the same time. Jungkook laughed. He knew you had no comeback.
“You can’t fight me, you’re miniature. You’re like a girl Rick Moranis.” he teased and mocked you, riling you up more. It worked as you started to huff and pant from overexertion.
“You fight like a hamster.” he sang, chuckling softly as he watched you try to continue to fight him.
“Hey! Hey, excuse me. Excuse me! You can’t do that here!” a park ranger approached the two of you, throwing you off of Jungkook.
“Okay...I’m sorry sir.” you mumbled. The ranger watched you and Jungkook walk towards the exit, turning around when he thought you wouldn’t keep fighting. Once the ranger turned around, you ran and jumped on Jungkook’s back with a screech, trying to choke him out.
“Alright, you’re out!” the park ranger ran back to the two of you, picking you up easily and escorting you both out of the park.
~*~
Needless to say, the trip back to the apartment was nothing short of awkward. Jungkook scowled at the ground the entire time, keeping his hands in his pockets as you two walked back. He locked himself in his room with a loud slam once you were both inside. You couldn’t blame him though, you guess you were out of line for attacking him the way you did.
You, too, locked yourself in your room for the rest of the night. You didn’t even get up when you smelt Jungkook cooking something in the kitchen later that night, preferring to lay on your bed while contemplating if you wanted to apologize or not. Instead, you turned on your music, allowing it to softly play in the background as time passed by with you and your thoughts.
Eventually, you changed and were about to go to bed when you heard a soft knock at the door of your room. You sighed, pulling yourself out of bed to face Jungkook in the dark hallway. He was in pajamas too; a white tee and sweats. You saw him eye you up, watching his Adam’s apple bob with a nervous gulp once he noticed your tank top and shorts.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, leaning against the doorframe.
“Why would you assume I’m not? When you assume, you make an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me’.” you turned, walking into your room and moving to the window over your dresser. You crossed your arms, not wanting to look at him dead-on for the fear of saying something stupid from your heart.
“My mother told me to never let anyone go to bed upset, it just makes things worse in the morning.” he explained, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into the room.
“You’re just making things worse by bringing it up again Jungkook.” you snapped.
“Why are you so hostile towards the fact that I like you Y/N? I know you like me too, I see the way you look at me. I just want to understand why you won’t act on it.” you sighed, scuffing your foot on the carpet.
“I’ve spent my whole life taking care of myself Jungkook. Baekhyun left when I was young, and my parents worked so hard to make sure we were okay that I never had to have anyone to help me. I became very self sufficient and I didn’t rely on anyone else. I’ve never had someone care like you have, or be so utterly opposite of what I stand for like you are. I don’t know how to do things like this, and I’m scared of that. You’re my brother’s friend and an idol, I’m scared of him hurting you, and I’m scared of hurting you too. And it breaks my heart because I do want to be with you, but I just don’t know how it would work or if you’d even want to try it too. I guess I act the way I act because I don’t want you to be hurt, so I hide it behind a smartass exterior filled with bubblegum and broken hearts.” you admitted with a chuckle, looking down at your feet. You heard Jungkook heave a sigh from behind you.
“I know it’s hard, Y/N, to get people to trust you. I know it’s hard to let people help and to help others too. But I’m willing to try it with you. I want to try ‘this’, whatever ‘this’ is. I don’t care if I get hurt, because love conquers all. I want to conquer it with you.” Jungkook confessed.
“You do?”
“I do. But you gotta let me in Y/N, I can’t do it if you don’t let me in.”
“I guess, I could do that.” you mumbled, and Jungkook chuckled happily behind you.
“So...what now?” you asked, still not turning around to face him.
You could hear Jungkook walking up to you, the soft music fading into the background when you felt the warmth of his chest press up against your back. One of his hands skimmed down your arm, the other moving your hair off your shoulder to expose your bare skin. You sighed when you felt his warm lips press on your neck, leaving you soft tantalizing kisses. You hummed in approval, leaning your head back on his shoulder to give him more space to work with.
“Well, what do you wanna do?” he whispered softly, his breath sending shivers up your spine.
“Well, you were cooking earlier, did you already eat?” you asked airily, turning your head to the side to look up at him. Jungkook nuzzled your hair, inhaling deeply.
“I’m not very hungry, are you?” he whispered.
“No,” you responded, biting your lip when his fingers toyed with the hem of your tank. You turned around to face him, your eyes hooded. Jungkook started to sway you both to the slow music, nudging his nose against yours.
“We could-umm-we could watch a movie?” you whispered, allowing yourself to nudge him back.
“I’ve probably seen all the movies.” he answered softly, gently cupping your face in his hand.
“You can’t have seen every movie.”
“No, I think I have.” Jungkook persisted, his light laugh matching yours. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, angling your face up to meet his own. He kissed you once, twice, before hoisting you up onto your dresser, wrapping his hands around your thighs as your hands ran through his hair. His hands moved up and under your shirt, lightly tracing patterns on your back as you both kissed. He pulled away first and chuckled lowly at how you chased his lips back.
“We could always go for a drive?” he offered playfully, keeping up the game that you two were playing.
“Yeah, yeah we could. Or not-umm-” you gasped softly when he ran his hands through your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck to him. He started to place gentle kisses on your skin, nibbling softly every so often.
“Or not because we’ll probably just end up coming back here.” you breathed as his hands slid down your body, gripping your waist before going even further to your thighs. He kissed his way back up your neck as one of your hands held on to the back of his neck.
“We could play a game? I’ve got Chutes and Ladders, or Boggle.” you sighed when he placed hot kisses on your cheeks, capturing his lips for a fraction of a second before he pulled away. His nose brushed yours as he spoke, his lips only centimeters away.
“I’d kill you if we played Boggle. Seriously, I’m amazing. Could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t blown out my knee.” he joked, his light chuckle cut off by your lips. He kissed you back instantly, deepening the kiss when you pulled on his shirt, edging him closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, gently grinding yourself into his body. Jungkook let out an airy whine that turned into a low grumble when your lips attached themselves to his collar bone. By this point, the two of you had no space left between you as Jungkook gave your jawline open-mouthed kisses. His hands played with the thin straps of your tank, moving his hands underneath them to feel the warm skin of your chest.
“You really like playing games, don’t you?” you mumbled in between kisses, throwing your arms completely around his neck.
“Not if I don’t have to.” he countered, letting his fingers slide down to your breast.
“So, what do you want to do? Really?” you asked him again, kissing his lips softly while running your hands down his back. Jungkook went back to your neck, leaving a decent sized mark on the hollow of your throat. You moaned softly when his tongue laved over the mark, and his hips rolled into you on their own accord. He pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes dark and sultry in the dim lighting. He was panting softly, and it was pretty obvious what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He just continued to look at you.
“What’re you thinking?” you asked, rubbing the back of his neck to try and comfort him. Jungkook lightly shook his head, moving away from you slightly. He rubbed your thighs, gently squeezing them as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I was just thinking...” he paused and bit his lip, sighing softly.
“What is it Jungkook? You can talk to me.” you encouraged him to speak, feeling a little frustrated that he was stopping so suddenly like this.
“I was thinking that this was just...I mean, you know, the best weekend of my life. And I don’t want to do anything that might screw it up again.” he mumbled softly, cupping your cheek and running his thumb across the smooth skin under your eye.
“O-Oh,” you sighed, suddenly feeling even more like a jerk for what you did to him earlier. “Umm, yeah, yeah. No, you’re right Jungkook.”
“I am?” he cocked his head in confusion.
“Yeah, you’re totally right.” you nodded your head, hopping off the dresser and leaving his embrace. Jungkook sighed, shifting his pants as he turned to face you walking to the far end of your room them back again, keeping a good distance between you two.
“You’re right. Sometimes it’s good just to take things slow. Not rush things. You know, we don't want to be cliche.” you pointed at him, giggling softly.
“Yeah, no, cliches are the worst.” he opened his arms out, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
“And you know people nowadays are like ‘Ah, those youngsters with theri raging horomones that can’t control themselves.’ It’s like c’mon people, yes we can. We can control ourselves. It’s such bullshit. We’re not bunnies.” you ranted, throwing your arms up in exasperation.
“We’re absolutely not bunnies.” Jungkook chuckled, agreeing with you.
“We are capable of making intelligent, rational decisions.”
“I think we’re making one right now!”
“This is good! This is better!” you smiled at Jungkook.
“Yeah! Way better! I’m glad you agree.” he smiled back.
“I totally agree.”
“It’s good that you do.”
The two of you stopped to look at each other. Jungkook noticed how your lips were parted, and you couldn’t help your eyes raking down Jungkook’s body. You sighed softly and stared at him, watching is lightened eyes grow darker.
“Oh fuck it.” he ran over to you, meeting you halfway in the center of the room to lock your lips together in a passionate kiss. He lifted you up, carrying you to the bed and throwing you onto the mattress with a little squeak from the springs. He was back on you instantly, tugging off your shirt before attacking your lips again. You moaned softly into him, lifting your hips up to rub is erection with your center. Jungkook growled, pulling back to throw his shirt off before placing small hickies on your breast.
“Jungkook,” he hummed in response, not stopping his ambush of kisses on your chest as he looked up at you. “Are you sure you wanna do this so soon? I mean, we’ve barely had a date yet.” you chuckled uncertainly. Jungkook sighed softly and moved up to you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, Y/N. You just have to let me know if you want this now, otherwise I won’t be able to stop.” he mumbled, gaging your reaction. You sighed, your eyes flickering over his face expectantly. Jungkook could see your mind whirring and he chuckled softly.
“You’re hesitating.” he teased, placing kisses on your blushing cheeks. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything. And I guess I do owe you a proper date first.” he poked his tongue out at you, making you giggle softly.
“Thanks Jungkook,” you mumbled, giving him a smile. Jungkook gave you one in return and threw your shirt at your face, tugging his own on as well. You huffed at put your shirt back on, burrowing underneath the blankets with a pout. Jungkook followed you under the covers, wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you close to him.
“Jungkook?” you hummed as he turned off the light, allowing the soft music to continue playing.
“Yeah?”
“You really think we could make this work?” Jungkook just smirked, placing a peck on your lips as he settled down for the night.
“I know we can make this work.”
~Bonus~
You called Baekhyun the next day when Jungkook left for practice, making sure the door was locked before dialing his number.
“Hey Baek.”
“Hey sista sista! So, did you and Jungkook finally confess yet?” you were taken aback by his words, staring at the phone in disbelief.
“How’d you-”
“Momma didn’t raise no fool Y/N. The sexual tension was so obvious between you two when you met for the first time. Plus you two looked so cute together!!! Why do you think I picked Jungkook to watch you in the first place? It’s obvious I approve of you two. So spill the tea, did you two mess up any sheets?” you blushed and yelled at Baekhyun over the phone while he giggled.
“N-No! We did not thank you very much!”
“Ha! I knew it! Chanyeol!!!!! You owe me twenty bucks!” you heard a deep curse on the other end of the phone and rolled your eyes at your brother’s maniacal laughter, hanging up on him. You could wait until he got back to talk about your newfound relationship.
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Metamorphosis: Recap
Then:
Remember when Cas was Team Heaven? How far we’ve come. (Also, we’re neck deep in “Sam is loving that demon blood”)
Now:
Sam and Ruby have a demon held hostage, and after some fun back and forth banter, Sam sucks the demon out of his vessel and sends him straight to hell. Ruby’s proud of her little Padawan. Dean, who secretly witnessed Sam’s little trick, seems less than impressed. And as Sam is helping the former meatsuit stand, Dean reveals himself. Before Sam can explain himself, Dean demands to know who his buddy really is. “Good to see you again, Dean,” Ruby smirks. With Ruby’s real identity unmasked, Dean tries taking her out (with her own blade), but Sam intercedes.
At an impasse, Ruby takes the wounded man to the hospital, and Dean, too pissed to talk, walks away from Sam without a word.
Later, Sam is alone in the motel, presumably reading up on how to move beyond regretful sartorial choices, when Dean shows up. Dean’s still not talking, and just starts to pack his bags. Sam wants to talk, but Dean just punches him a couple times. “Do you even know how far off the reservation you’ve gone?” Sam tells Dean that he can send demons back to hell. Aggghhh, this whole scene is Supernatural 101. It’s so important for this season —for most seasons, for understanding Sam, who he was, who he thinks he still is. And it’s so great for how far Dean has changed. (Sidenote: I wonder if there’s a gif set of all the times Dean has smashed lamps in anger?) Sam pleads with Dean that what he’s doing is good. Dean wonders why he hid it from him then. Dean then says that “God doesn’t want you doing this.” Hmm, like we know that Cas didn’t get his orders from God, but Chuck will tell Sam that drinking demon blood is wrong!?!? Anyway, before the brothers can continue their conversation, Sam gets a call —they have a case.
Carthage, Missouri
A very hungry man is devouring his dinner. His wife is slightly concerned when he dives into his third steak of the night. He’s never felt better though! Later, as he’s brushing his teeth, his spine does some funky stuff. Looks painful to say the least.
On the road, Dean fills Sam in on his trip back in time.
“I can’t believe it! Mom? A hunter?” Hahaha. Oh, Sammy. Ok, I don’t think either son fully grasped that fact really. They continue discussing the craziness that is their Campbell side of the family, when Sam mentions demon blood. Dean didn’t tell him about the demon blood but Sam apparently knew about it for a year. Dean is A-OK with Sam keeping that little secret. Yep, totally cool.
Meanwhile, Hungry Man, or Jack, is impatiently waiting for dinner.
The boys are staking out Jack’s house. Their hunting buddy, Travis, told them to keep an eye out for anything weird. So far, Dean is less than impressed with this job.
Patience evaporated, Jack digs into some leftover chicken from the fridge. How disgusting is it to watch him eat? I know it’s the point, but ugh. Not a fan. He quickly goes from cooked chicken to uncooked beef. I can barely watch this. Blarf. Sam and Dean concur.
Back at their motel, Sam and Dean find Travis, the hunter buddy of John’s who called Sam. They briefly catch up before Travis reveals why he called them. “Boys, we’ve got a rugaru on our hands.” They start human but go through a metamorphosis, “like a maggot turning into a bull fly.” They’re hungry —for most everything, and then just “long pig”, or human flesh.
As Travis talks, we’re shown Jack, hungry as ever, stalking the family fridge, when his wife cuts her hand. She needs stitches, but instead of helping her, he runs. See, one bite of human flesh, the change is complete. “They feed once, they’re a monster forever.” *Is this relevant to the season 12 story? Alert* It seems that this particular form of monster is hereditary. Travis killed his father, and now Jack must go too.
At a bar, Jack is busy munching on very unsatisfying peanuts and slamming back whiskeys, and trying not to fantasize about his wife’s cut finger. He tries standing up for a lady towards some fat, sweaty dick, and ending up pulverizing the dude’s wrist. Shocked at his own strength, he leaves in a hurry.
Travis informs Dean that fire is the only way to take out a rugaru.
Sam comes back to the motel. He’s been doing research on rugaru lore. It seems that some rugaru never take that final step. They never transform. Travis calls the stories that Sam read fairytales. Sam insists that they need to talk to Jack, tell him what’s happening so he can fight it. And then we get the --don’t read too much into it because it’ll break your heart—exchange: Travis asks, “You’ve ever been really hungry? I mean, ‘haven’t eaten in days’ hungry?” and Dean’s very hungry response, “Yeah.” (Too late. My heart is broken.) Travis is on Team Kill Him No Matter What and Sam is on Team Only If He Kills Someone.
Back at the house Michelle prepares a nice, relaxing cup of post-ER coffee when Jack shows up again. He looms over her, apologizing profusely for flaking out on her. “Blood’s never bothered you before,” she says, softening towards him.
“Well,” he replies ominously, “I’ve changed.”
He passionately kisses her, but it swiftly turns rapey and she shoves him away, angry and disgusted. Jack runs off.
In the Impala, Dean asks Sam if he’s willing to finish the job, a.k.a burn a guy alive. “He’s gonna turn. They always turn,” Dean says. Sam still holds out hope for the guy, though. Dean, ever the subtle, tactful sort, says, “Nice dude, but he’s got something evil inside him. Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate.” (It is SUCH a dick thing to say. I have to remind myself that Dean just got out of Hell, he’s got angels all up in his business, and he chronically suffers from self-hatred that he liberally overflows onto others. Still. Dick move, Dean.)
Sam is NOT taking that shit (good on you, Sammy) and orders Dean to stop the car. They get out of Baby so Sam can read Dean the riot act. The reason he hasn’t told Dean is because Dean treats Sam like an idiot, a freak, someone who can’t tell the difference between right and wrong.
“I’ve got demon blood in me, Dean. This disease pumping in my veins and I can’t ever rip it out or scrub it clean. I’m a whole new level of freak.” Sam is just trying to make something good come out of the curse.
Dean (to everyone’s surprise?) chills out a little bit. He agrees to go talk to Jack about his rugaru affliction before they make any kind of combative move.
They find Jack watering his garden disconsolately.
Sam tells Jack that they want to talk to him about how he’s “changing.”
“Your appetite’s reaching hungry hungry hippo levels,” Dean helpfully contributes, telling Jack that he’s a rugaru. “Let’s skip the whole ‘you guys sound crazy,’ shall we?” They know Jack has been craving “long pig. A little man-burger helper.” (Damn it, Dean.)
To clinch their masterful hunter-savior sales pitch, the Winchesters tell him that his real father was killed by hunters for being a murderous rugaru.
That news goes over just about as well as you’d expect, and Jack orders them to leave his property.
Later that night, Jack sits at a bus stop listening to a voicemail from Michelle begging him to come home. He sees a woman who bears a close resemblance to his wife (I thought it was at first and was so confused - I’m terrible at facial recognition) at her window getting ready for bed. When she closes the curtains, he gets up from the bench and heads for the fire escape outside of her window.
“Damn it, Jack,” Sam says from inside the Impala where he and Dean have presumably been sitting and spying on him for...minutes or hours in their super incognito car. (Between them and Jack it’s like a nesting doll of spying.) They grab their improvised flame torches and head for the apartment complex.
From the fire escape, Jack watches the woman undress as he shakes outside the window. She turns out the light and he suddenly sees his reflection in the now dark window and gasps. He looks pale, sick, and half rabid. Horrified, he flees the scene.
Meanwhile, Dean and Sam burst into the woman’s apartment. “We’re here to save you, I guess,” Dean says waving his flame thrower around awkwardly. They quickly realize there is not currently a bloody rugaru attack going down, they’ve become the creepiest people in the room, and they flee the scene as well.
Jack heads home, calling for Michelle when he gets inside. He finds her tied to a chair. Travis sneaks behind Jack and drugs him with a chloroform soaked rag. Jack wakes to find himself tied up. He desperately tells Michelle to stay calm and give the crazy home intruder anything they want.
Travis reveals that he’s a hunter and Jack begs Travis for their lives - Michelle’s in particular since she’s innocent.
Travis apologizes but claims that Michelle is part of it now. When she opened the door to a crazy home invader, she begged for her life by saying, “Don’t hurt me, because I’m pregnant.” Fuuuuuuck.
Travis pulls out a gas can and starts shaking fuel all over the living room. Or...the couch? It was unclear. Regardless, Jack desperately begins to hulk out in a last ditch attempt to save their lives. The scene even intercuts to animations of blood pumping so you KNOW it’s serious.
JACK SMASH. He and Travis tangle on the floor until, what was briefly a normal desperate fight for your life situation, turns a bit more beastly. Jack rips open Travis’ shirt and takes a great big bite out of Travis’ neck. Travis dies quickly as Jack consumes his throat and shoulder.
Now that Jack has eaten “long pig” (UGH) he begins to transform into a pale, wrinkly creature (not unlike the first vampire from Buffy). Michelle weeps to witness this and Jack approaches her in comfort. Sorry, buddy. You are covered in man-burger helper. Jack unties her and begs brokenly as she runs out of the house. After she leaves he looks down at the hunter lying dead on the floor.
Sam and Dean pull up to the house, spotting Travis’ car outside. They tsk over Travis’ hotheaded ways, then walk inside to find an empty house, a massive blood stain on the floor, and a trail of gore leading around the corner. The bloody trail, like every rainbow in an evil mirror universe, ends in a pile of entrails.
“I guess you were right about Jack,” Sam sadly admits.
There’s no time for Dean to rub Sam’s face in it (gross), or to wax on about evil monsters never changing their ways. Out of nowhere Jack attacks Dean and knocks Sam out. Sam wakes up some time later, trapped in a closet. He yells for his brother.
“Dean can’t come to the phone right now,” Jack says brokenly.
Dean’s alive but knocked out and Jack stares and stares at his pretty, pretty throat. (Sorry, guys, that got weird.) ANYWAY, Jack tells Sam about Travis trying to burn Michelle alive. When Sam asks why Travis went after Michelle, Jack pretends not to know to protect her life and his unborn child’s.
Jack creeps up on Dean and licks some of his spilled blood from the table. “I can’t ever see my family again,” says the monster who now has nothing to lose.
Sam tries to stay calm and works at picking the lock. (In this rare Supernatural episode, Sam becomes the Winchester struggling to get out of the closet.)(Boris: Bwaahhh!)
He tells Jack that he doesn’t have to be a monster. “It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do.” Aw! Keep telling yourself that, Sammy. (Seriously, keep telling everyone that all the way through season eleventy-billion. They need to hear it.)
Jack writhes in agony and leans towards Dean with his hungry, hungry mouth opening hippo wide. Sam busts out of the closet just in time and torches Jack.
Later, in the Impala Dean tells Sam that he did the right thing - torching Jack. He had turned into a monster. Dean apologizes for being “kinda hard” on Sam. But “your psychic thing scares the crap outta me.” Good talk, Dean. A+ social skills.
In response, Sam is just done.™ Dean can’t understand where Sam is coming from and Sam is tired of talking to his judgy brother about it. “These powers,” Sam says, finally. “It’s playing with fire. I’m done with ‘em.”
Dean tells him he’s relieved and you can just sense he’s about to launch into another Mean Lean Dean Bean Lecture. He doesn’t get the chance, though. Sam tells Dean that stopping using his powers is his choice - he‘s not doing it for Dean or angels or anyone. So there. (Sticks out tongue.)
Natasha: It’s been such a long time since I rewatched this that I forgot basic things, like if Jack ever even fully transformed into a rugaru. I also forgot that this episode gave us the “whole new level of freak” quote and laid much of the groundwork for the tension between the brothers in the later half of the season.
Supernatural has revisited this question many times: does being a monster automatically make you guilty/evil by association? We’re examining that in season 12 with the British Men of Letters so the tension between the brothers in this episode feels especially relevant. They’ve both come a long way. Sam, in feeling less guilty and Dean, in chilling out and being willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. It’ll be interesting to see how their experiences shape the way they deal with the BMoL. I can imagine similar conversations with Mary, Mick, or Ketch in the future - probably, let’s be honest, in just two weeks when things get hairy for Claire-bear.
Quote-burger Helper:
The knife kills the victim. What I do - most of them survive!
If I didn’t know you, I would wanna hunt you.
I told you we shoulda hid the beer.
Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress, right next to his KY.
We’re people who know a little something about something.
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