#imagine the shenanigans they could’ve all gotten up to
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What if the children of an android, a Nagus, a Starfleet captain, a lizard nazi and an incel Klingon were all friends on a space station called ‘Deep Space Nine’?
#a rewrite of tng/ds9 where lal lives and her and Nog go to the academy together and she gets stationed at ds9#I wish they all could’ve been friends and nobody died#imagine the shenanigans they could’ve all gotten up to#sad!#star trek#star trek ds9#deep space nine#lal soong#alexander rozhenko#tora ziyal#jake sisko#nog ds9#the shit im manifesting in my mind rn y’all#fanart#digital art#this took FOREVER BRO but it looks so good#ds9
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I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND IDEAS FOR THE HOOKED AU (to the poitn that this is getting typed in my notes app🫣)
- her hitting jack in games is so funny to me. i jsut imagine her managing to slam him into the boards and he looks at nico after like “she could’ve done it harder, maybe she likes me🥰”
- her draft?? if she’s the same age as jack, maybe he was a little shit when she got drafted- but not too mean because i feel like he’d also respect her because of queen ellen so idk
- “i adopted the sad one” please it takes on introduction and quinn is like “she’s perfect for you jack- she bullies you too🫂”
- ….i’m very interested in her “collection” those interactions seem so funny to me
- the nyrangers admin😭
- PEOPLES REACTION TO THE ALL STAR WEEKEND- i just imagine a commentator losing his absolute shit
- “i also called you a felon” made me giggle
- her meeting luke. it’s not a want, it’s a need (he comes on for a game and she’s like “bestfriend🥰” and jacks all pouty?)
- HER DEBUTTT (it’s not a want, but it’s another need)
- them playing on the same team
…i apologize if this is a lot…oopsie🧍🏼♀️
I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU
this… also got very long, 😃 but i hope it inspires more asks
- she’s a very physical player considering the main (the only reason i’ve seen that’s not entirely misogyny) reason women don’t become nhlers is the lack of hitting in women’s leagues and she wants to prove that she can be useful in that aspect of the game
the first time she hits jack he is not expecting it and the hits are consistent until they get to know each other and then she pulls a tiny bit
he’s blushing and kicking his feet and whatever and nico is like you’re fucking delusional kid
- she’s either drafted in 2019, 2020, or 2021
if she’s drafted in 2019, she initially sticks to cole like literal glue and that’s how she meets jack, who of course embarrasses the shit out of himself drunk and says something that happened to be a deep rooted insecurity of hers. she gets over it and during the summer she makes plans with cole again and jacks there, and this time he can handle his alcohol a little better and makes a better impression - when they start hooking up he remembers the night and feels like an ASS cause he now realizes why she avoided him like the plague
for 2020, it’s dawson she meets first, which makes a lot of sense with his role in the au. she becomes really attached to him in a permanent way and the first time they play each other he invites her out. a lot of the devils are confused and he’s like she’s cool i promise!! her on ice persona proves to be strictly for on ice shenanigans and a lot of them kind of feel bad as she’s definitely gotten some backlash for being a girl in the nhl. she’s getting advice from nico and she’s kinda tucked into dawson cause he’s her comfort person when jack comes up and also embarrasses himself cause he falls face first tripping over himself when he sees her out of her gear for the first time
if she’s drafted in 2021, jacks watching the live draft with luke and just as everything’s calming down with the excitement of luke going to the devils, the rangers announce that they’ve chosen you. they play a clip from your women’s league and from what he can see your game and energy is very similar to trevor’s (he hates it) and then later that night he sees the clip of you going around celebrating being the first woman drafted to the nhl and he goes back on that thought and cyber stalks you until your first time playing nj in which he meets you at the blue line for warmups and flirts so badly
- when quinn meets her in the media edit her and jack are already hooking up, and quinn doesn’t really piece that together cause she does a really good job at making fun of jack and avoiding his flirting
but jack?? is so obvious abt it
quinn’s convinced his little brother is getting off to her highlight reels
he only brings it up once she’s gone and he’s basically like ‘ur as red as your jersey and it’s pathetic but that whole ordeal was cute i guess. she’d fix you up,’
- her main adoptees (for some she is their adoptee, but i digress) are quinn, luke, dawson cole, nico, seamus and trevor
quinn is like that one friend who will egg on any and all bad decisions because he feels like she’s the only person who will know when to stop herself and that his stupidity will both be understood but not taken too far
‘should i tell igor i’m pregnant’ ‘fuck yes’
luke is like her little brother, they make fun of each other but they also want what’s best for each other and they will both fight for one another,
he is both pro y/n and anti y/n and loud about both simultaneously
dawson is one of her best friends in the world, the first time they connect for a goal once she’s a devil he jumps on her and they fall to the ice and squeeze each other for like a century
he’s like her comfort person and he’s one of the only people that she feels ok just going up to and like.. attack hugging when she’s upset
she is most often found standing under his arm and she’s always stealing ryleigh
cole is her #1 facetime buddy. he’s always on the phone while she’s like doing her hair or something. she has an automatic curling iron and he thinks it’s magic
he’s always her partner for chicken fight at the lake house cause ‘it’s harder to make short legs fall over’
very movie esque ‘duo that’s friends and nobody knows why cause they are so mean to each other’ vibes
nico is another one of her safe people cause after they were introduced in her first season she started going to him when she needed advice
he probably wasn’t the person to ask cause he wasn’t even all that experienced either at that time but regardless of if she took his advice she always felt like he understood
he likes to say that she trained him for his captaincy
he is protective as hell when it comes to her, too and he’s loud about it
seamus is her son. even while she’s a ranger. that is her son. she reaches out to him over instagram and is like how does moyle feel abt sharing?? cause i’m adopting you right now
she doesn’t know why
he doesn’t know why
he’s not complaining
that’s his mom now
she will absolutely never admit it but a lot of her game is based off trevor (as well as mm16) he’s very high energy and every time she saw him do something that had literally no place in an nhl game she was like heart eyed
if we think she was drafted with luke then she definitely had a FAT crush on him when he was on the u17 team
she can’t stand him (affectionate) now that she knows him better but he still inspires her a lot and all of the attention he gets for his style drives her even more
- rangers admin LOVES her cause she’s always on tiktok and she’s like ‘if u do this it’ll get views’
- twitter was in a FRENZY during the asg and the whole all star weekend
since it’s in toronto in 23-24 i can so see her trying to make an impression on mitch cause she wants to talk hockey with him so bad and i’m gonna assume austons there too so jack is butthurt that she’s hanging out with him and at some point he plops next to her on the bench and is like ‘we’re gonna get a goal together and we should plan a celly’
she’s opposed until he’s like ‘fine i’ll just pick you up and make you celly with me then’ and she gives in
(give me ideas for the celly)
but whatever it is they choose to do has people going fucking INSANE on twitter and tiktok and then the next four points they get together they just start making it more and more elaborate and at the last one (y/n goal, jack primary a) he just slides onto his knees and grabs her legs while she’s essentially t posing and yelling
they absolutely have the most energy out of anyone there (i don’t really remember the asg so i don’t even remember if the players even celly?? but i mean 5 pts warrants a scream celly even if it’s a scrimmage)
jack wouldn’t normally be like that for an asg but he’s LOVING the fact that almost all cellys include a hug
she views the all star weekend as one of her favourite nights and weekends off all time cause it’s one of the only times that all of the love she was getting and the love for her and jack overpowered all of the misogynistic keyboard warriors that hate women whining on socials and she had a completely positive weekend where all of her teammates were actually supportive and she felt wanted
commentators DO lose their shit over the two of them having such good chemistry and because commentating in the nhl is so bad i can assume that the words ‘a devil and a ranger’ were said about 28392748374 times that night alone
i want to say she gets mvp for the weekend but knowing the nhl it would be jack
he does not shut up about her during his interviews he’s like ‘she deserves this just as much or more than i do’ and then MORE people go insane cause jack ‘i didn’t know there was a town in new jersey’ hughes is eloquently complementing a teammate during a SCRUM
- she was genuinely so confused writing that comment cause at this point she’d called him j many times 😭 i think he was shocked she said it publicly but that’s all she could bring herself to reply
- assuming her first game in the nhl was before his they would probably meet in the 22-23 playoffs while luke was still in the press box
jack already had a HUGE crush on her and when she meets luke in the parking lot, walking with dawson she’s like !!!!!!! luke !!!!!!!
he’s with jack and jacks kinda thinking to himself like ‘she’s never like !!!!!! jack !!!!!!!!’ and dawson, being dawson invites them for beers at her place and she gets really close with luke that night
they’re giggling like they’re telling each other secrets and dawson is like ‘dude grow a pair and go fucking talk to her’
the next day luke’s texting her on the couch and she’s calling him moosey and her contact name is very incriminating and jacks a GROCUH for the rest of the day
- rangers debut? or devs debut? both??? i’ll do both
her debut with the rangers is so awkward because obviously she was chosen and signed because she’s skilled and deserves her spot
but a lot of them just do not like her
it’s the biggest reason she requested her trade
the only friend she felt that didn’t secretly just hate her guts for existing was igor, who obviously couldn’t help her case much seeing as he’s stuck in the net
during her very first game she was on the third line and her line mates were trying their very best to keep the puck from her cause they didn’t trust her with it
during the third period they’re down by two and she just takes the puck and leaves with it while her centre is obviously trying to set up a play that she was not meant to be a part of
she goes for the five hole and pots it and they don’t even really celly with her other than going behind her to shake hands with the bench
this fixes nothing and they still don’t want her with the puck so the coach moves her up a line and there’s much better chemistry and cooperation despite them still not being her biggest fan
igor gets it to her for a breakaway and she goes bar down with him as the only assist
this is mostly because the other team is also really underestimating her and they feel like they don’t really need to be on her
they’re covering her line mates cause they’re assuming she’ll pass and set up the play especially since her pass was from the goalie
the game goes to a shootout and after the other team misses their third shot the coach just kinda looks at the bench and calls her name
she’s shocked and the arena is dead quiet when she goes out on the ice
like pin drop quiet
she wins them the game and pretty much tells them that if they underestimate her again she’ll just let them lose and that she was signed for a reason and they need to grow tf up
her devs debut goes much more smoothly. it’s definitely a little harder for her to score at this point cause the other teams aren’t underestimating her as much
however the tension with her and jack is at an all time high after that text conversation
the first point she scores is a goal and jack isn’t an assist, it’s bratter and johnny
during the celly she smiles at him cause she feels different than her rangers debut - she feels different with the team and she feels like they actually love her and want her around
he wants so badly to make it up to her for everything he said in his messages and all he can think to do right in that moment is to hold the back of her helmet and knock his visor against hers a little
halfway through the period things between them are going so much better and the chemistry is very much there
she assists on his goal and they recreate the celly from the all star game and then she screams in his face out of pure excitement
he’s smiling at her like she created the world and people go nuts for that whole thing
a little bit into the second period is her wonderwall concert
her and dawson are belting with each other and there’s a gifset that goes around of the two of them singing that pans to jack being all heart eyed for her
the next shift she gets another goal, this one assisted by him and luke and the vibes are absolutely immaculate
during the very same shift luke scores, assisted by her and jack and she jumps onto luke like a proud older sister and shakes jacks shoulders all excitedly
in the final period she scores her last goal to complete the hattrick, assisted solely by jack
that’s when she jumps into his arms and he kinda spins around with her and squeezes her tight so her skates come off the ice a little
dawsons on the ice for this one cause it was mid shift change and he fake gags at them
she sticks her tongue out at him and when he joins the hug jack slides down to his knees and hugs her legs like he did at the asg
dawson screams ‘you two are fucking disgusting’ at the top of his lungs and she throws her head back and laughs
the post game celly includes a lot of beer and a shot for every one of her points (it was a long night) (there was a lot of making out) (and a lot of dawson, luke and johnny being grossed out) (and a lot of nico being a proud dad)
- them being on the same team is so good for everyone involved
chemistry?? off the charts
when they lose?? hugs on the bench
when they win??? jittery hugs on the bench
during the playoffs?? anxious hugs on the bench
being eliminated? you guessed it,
she’s a safe space for a lot of the team cause she gets it but it’s different? if that makes sense
they don’t usually rely on each other for emotional support hugs but with her they feel like that’s normal
in conclusion i love her
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Don't Turn Away
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x gn!reader
Summary: Bob had felt more or less invisible all his life. When that became a reality, he didn't feel like much had changed. But you still saw him.
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: Bob has a very sad backstory for the purposes of this fic. He's basically some sort of ghost but also not, like he sort of died but also didn't?? Made it up as I went. It's cute tho I promise.
Notes: This was one of those where an idea hit and four hours later I had a fic ready. I quite liked writing this! Thank you to @wyn-n-tonic for the plotting help and to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the incredibly quick and helpful beta and also for just existing. <3
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Working at The Hard Deck you saw all sorts of people every day. Mostly Navy personnel, sure, but there was variety in that group also. They certainly provided a variety of entertainment. You had been working at the bar even before Penny bought it, but she had let you stay on, and to be honest, you preferred her as an employer, so it all worked out for you. She often left you in charge since you had the most experience out of the younger staff. As it was, you were well used to handling the rush hours, the late nights, the drunk customers, and the surprisingly weird shenanigans they could get up to. You always thought you’d seen everything, and every time they proved you wrong.
Lately, however, you had begun to suspect that the late nights were getting to you after all. Or maybe you were somehow in a permanently drunken state being around all that beer all the time. Whatever it was, you were… Well, you were sort of getting the feeling that one of your customers was.. invisible?
It started with small, almost unnoticeable things happening here and there. One time you were carrying empty glasses back to the kitchens and nearly dropped them trying to avoid a customer running into you, but the pile of glassware somehow stayed upright even though there was no one else near to help you. A few times you came to the opening shift and could’ve sworn the place was somehow cleaner than when you had closed off the night before, as if there was some magical barmaid fairy polishing after you. (You weren’t sure if you should have felt guilty about not doing your own work well enough or offended that someone seemed to think there was room for improvement). Then there was the fact that you kept seeing payments for snacks you were pretty sure you hadn’t sold. It was messing with your head – and the bookkeeping!
Not that you’d ever say something like that out loud to anyone. Those who wouldn’t believe you would think you’re being silly at best, and then those who might believe you would just freak out. You weren’t even totally certain if you believed in that stuff yourself, but you had a childhood friend who you knew not only believed in it but had spent her whole life studying all paranormal things. She would have believed you, but you weren’t really ready to call her yet either.
However, all of these little things kept piling up over the course of several months, and at some point, you were forced to admit you truly weren’t hallucinating. So then you started really looking.
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It was (obviously) easier said than done, trying to catch an invisible being, but you thought you noticed when they were around a lot, and then times when they were completely absent for days, or even weeks. Those were the times you’d start thinking you had imagined it all, but then the signs would show up again, and you felt a sort of sense of relief. It was real, and it was something you had learned to expect now. It would be odd if it stopped completely. Besides, whoever or whatever this being was, they were very polite and helpful. You weren’t planning on getting rid of your friendly bar fairy.
It took several weeks, but eventually you were able to catch the being in action. You had closed the bar as usual and gotten to your car when you realized you were still wearing your work shoes and had left your usual shoes behind. Knowing you’d need your normal shoes tomorrow morning, you went back to switch them.
A pool cue that was floating in mid-air clattered to the floor when you stepped back inside. Someone else might have chalked it up to the cue just dropping from where it had been left, but you knew what it was. Who it was.
“You’re here!” you gasped quietly. You didn’t move, but your body was buzzing and your senses felt alert. “Who are you? Why have you been helping us?”
There was no answer. You felt a little disappointed, but at the same time you hadn’t truly expected an answer.
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” you went on, aiming for a soothing tone. “I appreciate it a lot. All you’ve done, being helpful. It must have been you who left that tip for me last night when that one guy forgot, right?”
Still no answer.
“I just came to switch my shoes. Left with the wrong ones on again. You can continue whatever you are here to do. I’ll leave you to it in just a moment.”
It felt weird aiming your smile at thin air, but you tried. No harm in trying, right?
You were like 99% confident the being wouldn’t harm you in any way, but your body still tingled with adrenaline and the feeling of the eyes you were sure were on your back as you snuck into the staff room. When you returned, the cue stick had been returned to its place on the rack, which to you seemed like your bar fairy had confirmed their existence without words.
“Good night, friend. Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow,” you said softly as you left.
Heart still pounding, you belatedly wondered if it had been offensive to say “see you” to someone you couldn’t see. Oh, well.
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A few days later when you were on closing shift again, you dawdled on purpose, making sure you were the last one there and working much slower than usual, hoping they would be here again. You felt certain they had been at the bar at least earlier in the evening, because there was again a bag of peanuts gone, but the usual extra payment was there as well. You had no idea if invisible creatures could even eat but you’d place your bets on yes, because this one seemed to enjoy salty snacks.
“Are you here again? I’d like to talk to you if you are.”
No answer. Maybe they were just really shy? You kept talking.
“You know, at first I wondered if you were here to tell me to do my job better, since you always leave this place in neater shape than I do,” you chuckled.
“No!”
The voice was so small and quiet you could almost have missed it, but it was there.
“No?”
“I-I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” the voice stammered from somewhere near the jukebox. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
It sounded like a male voice to you, or what you stereotypically thought of as a male voice, and it sounded both dejected and surprised to be talking in the first place.
“No! Don’t go! I want you to stay,” you implored. “I like having you around. You feel friendly.”
“I like having things to do with my hands. I figured if I was helping it wasn’t so creepy that I was here. I honestly thought no one would notice,” the voice explained. It was still quiet and soft, but more sure than a minute ago.
“I noticed, though I must admit I doubted myself for a long time. There were times when I didn’t notice you here, or I guess I noticed your absence and wasn’t sure if I had imagined you in the first place. I should have believed in you. Or myself, too.”
“Sometimes I.. have to go away for a while.”
“It’s okay. This is a Navy bar; people come and go all the time.”
It seemed that the being wasn’t quite ready to have long conversations yet, but seemed to accept that you wanted them around. You kept talking, hoping to entertain them, while you finally finished for the night. As you left, you asked if they would keep you company tomorrow night too and received an affirmative. That was good enough for you for now.
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It progressed like that for the next few weeks. You told the ghosty about calling him a bar fairy one night, which had gained an honest to god surprised laugh out of him. You told him stories about this and that, rambling on about whatever, and he seemed content to listen, only sharing things occasionally. He did explain about his ongoing project of fixing the old jukebox, and that was the most you had ever heard him talk. He seemed relaxed, for the lack of a better word, when talking about the machine which you understood nothing about.
One night you were feeling brave.
“Can I ask for your name? I’d like to know what to call you, other than silly nicknames that I keep making up.”
“I’m- It’s.. Robert. I don’t mind the nicknames,” he said shyly.
“Well, nice to officially meet you Robert,” you grinned.
You saw a sudden flash of something at the jukebox where Robert was still tinkering away. You had gotten used to seeing things floating around by now, but what was unusual was that you could see a hand holding them.
You dropped the box you were holding with a muffled little shriek.
“Robert! You hand! I can see your hand.”
But as soon as the words left your mouth, it was gone, as if acknowledging it had sent it back to hiding.
“Gosh, I’m sorry, I was just shocked. I didn’t know that could happen,” you breathed, trying to calm down.
“Me neither,” came his shocked, quiet reply.
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As time passed, these things, these flashes of skin or clothes became more common. You were starting to make out the shape of this man. He looked quite tall and lean, with pale skin and long, slender limbs. His hands, whenever you got a peek of them, were becoming a favorite of yours. They were large, but they worked so cleverly, you found yourself staring after them even when they disappeared again. The first time you’d called him Robbie, his neck had become visible, sporting a slight blush. You had nearly swooned all the way to the floor at that.
Somehow you had progressed to meeting outside your workplace, with him sometimes coming for a walk with you or spending time at your place, watching a movie. You found out he liked Star Wars and watching them had brought out his ears and nose for the evening. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to these flashes, other than that he always seemed happy or relaxed when they happened. You tried not to say much about them lest he feel pressured, but you secretly cherished them. It felt nice, getting to know him in all these ways, and you were greedy for more.
Robert hadn’t been opening up about his past much, but one time after you’d been joking around and laughing in stitches, his whole right leg had appeared. From his clothing you had recognized that he, too, was a Navy man.
You didn’t want to push him, but you were dying to hear his story.
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You were sitting on the floor of The Hard Deck, having finished all the chores but for some reason lingering there instead of going home yet. It was then Robert finally shared it all with you.
He explained how he’d grown up in the foster system and joined the Navy as soon as he could, since he didn’t really have anyone.
“I liked the idea of structure, and having people around all the time, and feeling useful, I suppose.”
His voice was low and rather quiet again. You held out your hand, offering it if he wanted to take it, and you felt two cold hands wrapping around yours.
“And then I.. died, as you probably guessed, in a situation where all that could have gone wrong went wrong. The pilot I was flying with survived but got badly injured. I’m not entirely sure when I realized I had died. Or not died. I’m still not entirely sure. I never really made a decision to let go, but I never really decided to fight to stay alive either. So I just.. stayed like this.”
He fell quiet for a moment.
“It felt comfortable, being like this. Familiar. I’d gotten so used to no one seeing me, it didn’t feel like a real change. So I made no move to change it. I don’t even know if I could, now.”
“I’m so sorry, Robert,” you whispered.
You felt him shrug beside you.
“It’s okay. Like I said, it’s familiar. And I still work, sometimes. I get to make myself useful.”
“Wait, you mean you still fly??”
“Yeah. My “death” was hushed up, but there are a couple of higher ups in the Navy who know about, uhm, what I am, and they sometimes need me for discreet missions. It’s.. work. There’s supposed to be a big mission coming up soon where they might need me again.”
“Is that why you hang out here? To be close to the base? And other Navy people?”
“That, and lately.. you.”
You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. You felt the press of cold lips on your forehead and hummed contently.
“I’m glad you’re here. Really glad.”
Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t see his smiling face flickering into view.
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Bob hadn’t even really expected to have a relationship, even as a regular human. But now it seemed he had somehow moved in with his partner, because that’s what you were, there was no denying that. Not that he wanted to. But he was still trying to wrap his head around how it all had happened, when the call came for a new mission. “The Big One”.
It was funny, he had never feared going on deployments before, since there was no one there to wait for him to come home. And it wasn’t that he was scared now, either, but he found that he would have liked to just stay at home with you. The few people who knew about him in the Navy didn’t really see him as more than an asset, not like you did. No one had ever seen him like you did.
Dutifully he made his way to The Hard Deck, as he did every day you had a shift, but this time it wasn’t just to see you. It was to familiarize himself with the other aviators called in for this top-secret mission. Bob wasn’t sure at all how he would contribute this time, but he thought it best to get the lay of the land.
Settling into a spot near the pool table, he watched the crowd trickle in for the night. He felt like this bar was home as much as your apartment was with the time he had spent here. Which is why it felt funny watching cocky pilots strut around the place like they owned it, when Bob doubted anyone knew the place as well as he did.
As he was following two pilots playing pool and messing around, he felt you sweep a hand across his back.
“It’s just me,” you whispered unnecessarily, as if he couldn’t tell your touch from any other sensation.
You leaned closer to him with the pretense of picking up empty glasses over his shoulder (not that anyone else could tell where his shoulder was).
“I just wanted to come by and say how I much I love knowing you’re here while I work. I love you,” you murmured softly right in his ear before sweeping away again.
Bob felt a whole-body tingle from head to toe. He was honestly glad he was invisible just now. He preferred keeping his giddy happiness all to himself, his to enjoy.
He brushed the crumbs from his lap, thinking he should go find you and say I love you back, when he heard a question that made him freeze.
“Who’s he?”
“Who’s who?
Bob lifted his gaze to find a dark-haired woman nodding her head toward him. Straight at him.
“When did you get here?” a man asked.
“Oh, I- I’ve been here the whole time,” he stammered, not knowing what else to do, fighting back both tears and panic rising in his throat.
Bob could see five people, all looking at him, actually looking at him and not through him, for the first time in years. It felt overwhelming to say the least, and he was helpless to do anything but work on muscle memory alone as the woman extended her hand to him, introducing herself.
Incredulous, Bob turned to look at you behind the counter, seeking confirmation that he wasn’t dreaming this up.
You stood there, tears streaming from your eyes, a blindingly gorgeous smile on your face.
You could see him too.
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Uhhhh from @evilspiritweek (it won't let me send an ask froma side blog rip) any favorite au? This could be one you found or one you've made up :o
OOOOOO OMG WHAT A FUN QUESTION :OO ty queen evilspiritweek HEHE
my buddy @cunningweiner is currently developing a post-show AU, and he’s posted a couple arts of it so far — the prom fits one is the most recent I think, but there’s a Howard post coming soon (👀👀👀) that has me absolutely going FERAL. I love Howard so so much and I weep at his lost potential. I mean just IMAGINE what he could’ve become if only the show had gotten more seasons 😩😭 and Lize feels much the same as I do abt the lost potential of the show in general…the klub members, Theresa, McFist, all of it!! and it’s honestly such a fun time exploring what could’ve been if we got to see Randy n the gang grow up. Howard also happens to a BANGIN upgrade 🦅 that I won’t spoil but I am SOOOO excited for Lize to post
@thesoundofmadness has a BEAUTIFULLY painful post-high school AU involving a Randy who got mindwiped, but not Howard. Levander makes a return (BAND AUs !!!!!! CAN I GET AN AMEN) and befriends Randy, there’s sooo much weinerham angst, and just. SCREAM I love the story of that AU
I’m allllso especially ill abt @maganbee ‘s Prince Howard AU…that blog, I think, is long dead and they never did Too much w the idea ☹️ The basic premise was that Howard was royalty, but still very much Howard, and would make just like…exceptionally selfish decrees all the time that were accidentally political genius moves. Randy was his right hand man ofc and yknow. Shenanigans :3 I am not nearly funny enough to write for it but if I was I’d be ALL over it 😭😭
AND. finally. I have to look more into it but from what I gather there used to be a general AU within the fandom where Viceroy was, for some reason, in close contact w baby!randy & howie ??? I do not understand the context for it but every art I’ve seen for it is just darling 😭 and I LOVED when they got to interact w Viceroy, I wish we got to see more of their dynamic in the show bc it was honestly fucking peak
#rc9gn#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja#SORRYDJFNSKFND I COULDNT PICK JUST ONE#but seriously keep an eye on Lize’s AU I’m so fucking hyped for him to post more of it#the pain of having insider knowledge u cannot share 💔💔💔#and yeah basically anything that puts Howard in a more central position <333#hbu minty ? 👀👀#ninja talk 2 friends
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Oh now I'm very curious about the serial Luigi-variant adopter Mario AU :D
So it all starts with Gooigi.
Mario is introduced to Gooigi after being rescued from the painting in Luigi’s Mansion 3. Luigi explains it by saying, “this is Gooigi, a goo clone of me made by the professor by accident (I think it was an accident). He’s slowly been gaining sentience and I can put my consciousness into his body. Any questions?”
Mario has many but this isn’t the weirdest thing they’ve dealt with and he decides it would be best to just move on and rescue the Princess.
At the end of it all, Mario is very persistent about Gooigi coming home with them. Luigi is attached to him, Mario is attached to him, and they both wanna see what he can learn to do. Gooigi seemingly likes them back, and generally tends to follow Luigi around and copy him, and he’s even started doing the same thing to Mario!
E Gadd allows it, but they have to send him monthly progress reports. Mario and Luigi immediately agree.
Little brother 1 is acquired!
Gooigi adapts to his new home life very easily. He’s not capable of feeling bored, so he often ends up just standing around. He likes to copy the things Mario and Luigi do, even if he doesn’t understand it. He’ll sit and watch tv with them, he’ll pretend to read a book, things like that. Gooigi likes easy, repetitive tasks and takes a liking to cleaning and gardening!
The next to be acquired are the baby versions of themselves.
I imagine that Mario and Luigi are not native to the magic universe (also known as the Altworld). They’re from a different universe (the Earthworld), and fell here one day. They were already adults when it happened, and while they feel more at home here than they ever did in the Earthworld, they still wish they could’ve said goodbye to their friends and family.
Anyway, timeline shenanigans, alternate dimensions, and outright time travel lead to them traveling with their baby selves. Just as Mario and Luigi had no way to return home, it’s discovered that their baby selves will also be unable to return home.
Of course Mario and Luigi adopt them! They can’t think of any other way to handle the situation, of course they adopt them!
Little brothers 2 and 3 acquired!
The first thing Mario and Luigi do are give the littles new names, since having multiple Marios and Luigis has already gotten confusing. The littles help pick their new names, and they settle on Mateo and Louis.
Small children need a lot of love and attention, so their lives start to revolve more around Mateo and Louis. It’s a huge change, much larger than Gooigi joining them, but they’re happy!
Mateo and Louis adapt to this new situation really well, all things considered. The main issue is they have trouble communicating with people other than their brothers. Being the children of Italian immigrants to the USA, Mario and Luigi spoke Italian at home and learned English through TV and preschool. Mateo and Louis aren’t quite school aged yet, so they speak almost exclusively Italian. Fine for Mario and Luigi, not so fine for everyone else.
Mateo and Louis greatly enjoy going on adventures, but Mario and Luigi stick to the less dangerous ones for the littles. For the more dangerous ones they get close friends to watch them (people like Peach, Daisy, and sometimes Peasley). Mateo and Louis don’t understand the difference between a normal adventure and a world-saving quest, and often get upset when they don’t get to come with.
Still, the arrangement works and overall everyone is happy!
Finally, it’s Mr L.
The incident with Bleck happened a few years back. At some point Bleck reappeared with Tippi (apparently he was now in therapy), and overall the Mario Bros are now on good terms with most of Bleck’s team. Mario is very cautious about Nastasia, though.
Anyway, Mr L and Luigi get split one day after Luigi goes and tests some modified power ups from E Gadd.
He tries a bee shroom that gives him an extra set of arms, a super bell that makes him a catboy, a fire flower that made him a fire bender, and finally a double cherry that gave him Mr L.
Seconds after becoming his own separate person, Mr L immediately tried to beat up Luigi. He lost that fight. He then tried to fight E Gadd. Luigi bested him again. Mario came to pick up Luigi and Mr L tried to fight him too (he lost).
Seeing little other option, the Bros took him in, and Mr L only agreed because he didn’t really know what else to do (and because Luigi promised to help him get revenge on Dimentio (who’s already dead so he doesn’t really need to keep that promise)).
Mr L doesn’t take the situation well, and actively attempts to cause problems for everyone. He just found out his entire life is a lie so he’s acting out like a rebellious teenager.
Dealing with him is extremely difficult, and there are several occasions where Mario and Luigi debate keeping him there at all.
Then one day Peach hosts a private go-kart competition with her friends. Mario and Luigi love these competitions, and she knows they need a healthy way to get out some of their frustration.
Anyway, they leave Mr L alone with his go-kart for literally five minutes and when they come back he’s already torn the thing apart. They’re frustrated at first but don’t want to deal with it. They just let him do that for a few hours.
They come back and Mr L is the happiest he’s ever been, and eagerly talks to them about the modifications he’s making to his kart.
As it turns out, part of Mr L’s issue is that he didn’t have a goal in life anymore. His purpose was to serve the Count, but now that everything he’s ever known is gone, he didn’t know what to do with himself other than antagonize his ‘brothers’.
They let him do whatever the hell he wants with the go-kart, and begin encouraging him to get more hobbies too. Finally he’s opening up to them, isn’t antagonizing them as much, and starts to work on becoming his own person.
Brother 4 acquired!
Mr L bonds pretty heavily with Mateo and Louis, and ends up becoming the primary babysitter whenever Mario and Luigi go out and do stuff. Fine by him, he’s content to have a few helping hands in his workshop (the garage), even if said helping hands are loud, gross, and pull his socks down when they’re bored.
He also works on distinguishing himself more from Luigi. He grows his hair out longer, changes up his jumpsuit, stuff like that.
90% of the family au is pretty much “how do Mateo, Louis, and Mr L end up different thanks to the different circumstances?” Which is one of my favorite things to explore! Plus there’s plenty of wholesome family moments (like the littles coming to Mr L’s room to sleep) and hilarious sibling shenanigans (the time Mateo, Louis, and Gooigi tried baking cookies while the other three were out of the house).
#super mario bros#Mario#Luigi#baby mario#baby Luigi#mr l#family au#Originally I was going to have other versions too but then I couldn’t think of them#Besides this family is big and chaotic enough as is
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| Hi friends—
So under the cut here, I have an idea for a possible comic/fic I want to make. It’s regarding JJBA, specifically part 3 bc you know I love my boy Jotaro. It’s very long so that’s why it’s under a cut! It’s not fully fleshed out yet, so please forgive any vagueness or possible inconsistencies!
Also if you’re here from Discord hi I love you— |
My idea begins when DIO awakens. If I’m looking at the timeline right, it was around when Jotaro was 12. He started having very vivid dreams, most of them random but normal, besides being extremely vivid, and he could never control them. But when DIO began converting people to his cause like in Part 1— killing, making others into vampires/zombies, etc.— the dreams became nightmares. He stopped wanting to sleep, because he didn’t want to witness the horror anymore. He tried to tell Holly, but she couldn’t understand how he was having dreams this horrific and thought maybe he was being influenced at school. She listened, of course, but she didn’t know how to handle this situation on her own.
Holly took Jotaro to multiple doctors, and they told her they couldn’t figure out why he didn’t want to sleep, because he was otherwise healthy. Jotaro started becoming more irritable and hard to manage, but Holly didn’t want to push him by being too naggy, so that was why she was always so complacent with him.
(Note: As for why she didn’t contact the SPF or Joseph, I’m thinking his hatred of all things Japanese was part of her reasoning for not wanting to talk to him until after Jotaro went to jail— she thought it was more trouble than it was worth and that maybe it would be fine if she could figure out what was wrong.)
The twist here is that the dreams weren’t really dreams. I don’t think DIO needs to sleep as a vampire (at least not that much?) so what Jotaro was seeing was either memories (if DIO did sleep) or he was seeing exactly what DIO was doing as he was doing it, as a further connection to DIO having Jonathan’s body and using it for his own purposes.
He didn’t know anything about Stands until his own manifested, but I imagine he saw when DIO manifested The World and was confused, even though he still thought it was a dream. But when Star Platinum appeared, he just assumed that this was some kind of karmic punishment and didn’t want to risk hurting anyone else after how he’d beaten the group of men up— so that was why he didn’t want to leave the jail.
I haven’t gotten into how this would work further into the story except for a few small things. First, he’d vaguely recognize Avdol, as he would’ve seen him running from DIO in his dream, but the outcome of their fight remains the same— there’s a little more hesitance on Jotaro’s part to hurt Avdol, but he still chokes him and breaks out of the cell to get to him.
Second, when Joseph shows off his own Stand and shows the picture to Jotaro, it triggers something in him. He almost brings out Star Platinum to destroy the image, but he doesn’t since they’re in a public place. It takes a lot of prompting and pleading from Holly, but eventually he spits it out.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but… this man is the one I keep seeing in my dreams. He’s done so many despicable things. I’ve seen everything he’s done. He’s why I can’t sleep, why I don’t want to.”
It’s a very serious moment, but it still doesn’t stop Joseph from yelling that he can’t believe he’s spent so much money to break cameras when he could’ve just asked his own grandson to go to sleep for a bit.
It becomes a running gag at some points, too. “Jotaro, you need to sleep.”
“I’m not tired, leave me alone, old man.”
“We need to know DIO’s next move, dammit, now shut your eyes already!”
Of course the journey is still long and full of shenanigans, bc why wouldn’t it be? Eventually, though, like with Hermit Purple, DIO catches on. He starts doing things to deliberately torment Jotaro’s mind, taunts him about his mother, says he’ll take great pleasure in killing the Crusaders, and it becomes even harder for him to sleep. It takes more out of him every day, but the other Crusaders insist he needs to sleep, and they take turns watching him when he finally collapses to be sure to wake him if he gets too restless.
Anything further beyond this I’d need to develop more, but I like the idea so far.
A bonus twist for the end (completely optional): DIO could also see what Jotaro saw and kept it to himself until the final battle, meaning he knew all of their steps in advance and was just as confident he’d win as he was in canon… only for Jotaro to absolutely destroy him.
As another bonus, I can imagine when they’re fighting Death 13 that he’s unfazed and he’s just like “I’ve had worse nightmares than this.” and the other Crusaders become even more concerned.
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L is for Lunacy (M)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Established Relationship / Light Angst / Fluff
<< A FOLLOW-UP ONE SHOT TO THE ART OF WAR MORE >>
Synopsis: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.
Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, spanking, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.
Word Count: 15,790
Author’s Note: In order for this to make the most sense, I would recommend reading The Art of War More first! Thank you :)
“One thousand bottles of Smirnoff on the wall, one thousand bottles of Smirnoff!” sang Seokjin, wildly off-key. “Take one down, ice someone with it, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of Smirnoff on the wall!”
As the bus jolted over a pothole, you were launched sideways to land on Jungkook’s thigh. His response was a grunt, steadying you with one hand – lingering longer than necessary on the small of your back.
When you looked at him, Jungkook wriggled both brows.
“Fine,” he sighed when you withdrew from his grasp. “Just know that my lap is always available seating.”
“For anyone?” Taehyung popped over the seat in front of you. “Or just for Y/N?”
Jungkook’s brow crinkled. “Why would you want to sit on my lap?”
“You have solid thighs.”
“He has a point,” you agreed.
Jungkook looked at Taehyung a moment, then you. “Only you on my lap, thanks. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.”
Feigning outrage, Taehyung opened his mouth only for Seokjin to hit a high note at the back of the bus. All of you winced.
“How’d Seokjin get an invite to the hockey midseason banquet, anyways?” you wondered out loud. “He’s not even on the team.”
“I’ve long given up on asking pointless questions like that,” Jungkook said. “Seokjin’s going to go where he wants to go.”
“I guess.” You paused and then shrugged. “At least he decided to bring Gina as his date. Now we can all hang out together!”
Jungkook made a non-committal sound. “Is Gina still hooking up with Hobi? Surprised he was cool with her being Seokjin’s date.”
“No. That kind of fizzled,” you said, disappointed. “I don’t think he was ready for the whole boyfriend thing. Gina’s been kind of bummed, so hopefully tonight’s a good distraction.”
“Good thing distraction is Seokjin’s middle name.” Jungkook grinned. “Plus, I hear this hotel’s amazing. The banquet is being held on the fiftieth floor with this amazing view of the lake.”
Horrified, you stared. “Fiftieth floor? Sounds dangerous.”
“It’s all enclosed, babe.”
“Still. I wouldn’t put it past Taehyung to fall out.”
Taehyung popped back up over the seat. “You rang?” When Seokjin hit another high note, Taehyung winced and threw a crumpled-up tissue in his direction. “I swear to god, Jin!” he yelled. “If you sing one more annoying verse, the next tissue I throw won’t be clean!”
Seokjin immediately shut up, much to Gina’s laughter beside him.
Taehyung returned to you and Jungkook. “Anyways. What’d you say?”
“My girlfriend thinks you’re going to fall out of a window tonight,” Jungkook said cheerily. “Bets for or against?”
“Hm.” Taehyung considered. “I mean, it’s in my best interest to bet against me falling out, but what’re the odds?”
“Taehyung,” you laughed, reaching up to smack his arm. “Stop.”
“You didn’t say which window!” He shot you a grin. “I could just tumble from the first floor and make a fortune.”
“Well, now we know your plan,” Jungkook pointed out. “So, that’s out.”
Before Taehyung could respond, Gina plopped down in the seat across the aisle from you. Stretching both legs, she lifted her arms overhead.
“Hey, guys,” she yawned. “How much longer until we reach the hotel? I’m beat.”
“Half an hour. And maybe you wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t stayed up until 4:00 AM…” You gave her a pointed look.
“I had to! I was studying.”
“Oh?” You arched a brow. “And what about after that? When you were just re-watching old episodes of The Vampire Diaries?”
“Y/N.” Gina looked at you, appalled. “You can’t just end things right when Klaus shows up in Alaric’s body. I’m not a monster.”
“Clearly.”
With another large yawn, Gina settled into her seat. “What’s the plan for tonight, anyways? Do I have time to take a quick nap?”
“Depends on how long your naps are,” said Jungkook, leaning over. “We’re supposed to reach the hotel at 4:00 PM, check in and then have until 6:00 PM to get ready, which is when the banquet starts. You could probably sneak a nap in there.”
Grinning, you turned. “Look at you,” you cooed, poking his cheek. “Memorizing the schedule and everything.”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned faintly pink, but he seemed pleased with the praise.
“Aw.” Gina made a face. “Gross. Anyways,” she said, turning to Taehyung. “Where’s your date?”
Reluctantly, Namjoon popped his head over the seat. “Hey.”
When he appeared, Gina cracked up. “Wait – you’re Tae’s date? Hope you put out. I hear that’s expected at these things.”
“Really?” Taehyung arched a brow. “So, are you and Seokjin planning on doing the nasty?”
Gina made another face. “Don’t be revolting, Tae.”
“Huh?” Namjoon looked around in alarm. “What’re you talking about?”
“Bad timing,” Jungkook laughed. “Gina had just finished asking who Tae’s date was.”
“He came with Maria.” Namjoon pointed at the back of the bus. “She’s back there somewhere with Nichole.”
Gina glanced in the direction he pointed. “And how are you invited to hockey formal?” she asked, turning back. “Aren’t you like, afraid of sports, or something?”
Namjoon looked somewhat offended. “I’m not afraid of sports. I’m a student athletic manager! I have a place at this banquet, which is more than I can say about you and Seokjin. How’d you two get here?”
As they started arguing, you felt Jungkook stiffen beside you. Namjoon wasn’t the only student athletic manager for the men’s hockey team. Last year it was a guy named Luis, but he recently transferred to women’s soccer, sticking hockey with a new face.
A familiar face. Park Jimin.
You happened to see him when you first boarded, settling the question of whether or not he would go. He had decided to go; he was here.
It had been almost three months since you’d found out about Jimin’s lie. Back in freshman year, you and Jungkook had flirted and made plans to hang out at a party one weekend. Jungkook had to bail and asked Jimin to tell you – which he then didn’t. The resulting spiral of miscommunication resulted in you and Jungkook being enemies for almost two years.
Obviously, it wasn’t entirely Jimin’s fault. At any point, you and Jungkook could’ve gotten over your pride and just talked to each other and cleared up the whole thing. Neither one of you did though, which let the dumb feud continue – it was Jimin’s lie which started it though, and that was a hard thing to forget.
It was also something you had yet to talk to Jimin about. When word went around campus that you and Jungkook had started dating, it could’ve been your imagination, but you saw less of Jimin after that. It seemed pretty clear he had been avoiding you.
He had seated himself as far away from you and Jungkook as possible; all the way at the back, where Seokjin was taken a seat. Based on his uncomfortable posture beside his date, you got the feeling Jimin was having second thoughts about coming.
Squeezing Jungkook’s thigh, you waited until he turned his head. Even if Jimin was here, you weren’t going to let him ruin your weekend.
“We ended up together,” you murmured, only loud enough for him to hear. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “It really doesn’t matter.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “I just… get so annoyed when I see him. If it weren’t for his lie, I could’ve been with you this whole time.”
“Maybe.”
Jungkook blinked. “Maybe?”
“Maybe,” you repeated, glancing up. “Or – maybe we would’ve both argued over something dumb and because we were young and immature, we would’ve broken up.”
Jungkook bit his lip. “But we’re still young and immature.”
“Touché. I’m just saying things happen the way they do a reason,” you added. “Or maybe they don’t, but you can’t change the past. What’s important is we’re together now.”
“I guess.”
Reaching for his hand, you entwined your fingers. “And more importantly – if you don’t stop sulking, you won’t get your present later.”
Jungkook perked up. “Present? You got me a gift?”
“Maybe. If you keep asking what it is though, you won’t get it.”
Mouth snapping shut, Jungkook stared out the window and you began to count down in your head. 5, 4, 3, 2 –
“So, is this present in addition to my Christmas gift?”
Bursting into laughter, you smacked his arm. “It’s just a fun gift, okay? You’ll see later tonight. Gosh, can’t a girl spoil her boyfriend?”
Jungkook’s gaze darkened, caught on a singular word. “A gift for tonight, tonight? Or for the banquet?”
“We’ll see,” you said smugly, sitting back.
“Y/N…”
His voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine which you pointedly ignored. Turning away, you faced towards the aisle.
“You could always take a nap now, Gina,” you offered. “Before we reach the hotel.”
“And have Seokjin take pictures of me drooling with my mouth open? No thanks,” Gina sniffed.
She was right. Seokjin would do that.
Taehyung popped back up over his seat. “Are you and Seokjin sharing a room?” he asked, curious.
“What’s with your weird, pervy interest in Seokjin and I? Unfortunately, yes,” Gina sighed, slouched low in her seat. “I’m too poor to afford the single room rate.”
Seokjin finally appeared over the seat back behind you. It seemed he had managed to convince Parnce to switch seats – something he’d been texting about in the group chat since you boarded over an hour ago.
“Hey!” he blurted, offended. “I’m a delightful roommate, I’ll have you know. I leave chocolates on the pillow and everything.”
“Seokjin, it’s a hotel,” you pointed on. “They already leave chocolates on the pillows.
“Shhh,” Seokjin said. “I’m trying to impress a date here.”
Gina threw her scarf at Seokjin’s head. “I’m only your date because no one else agreed to go!”
“That’s not true!”
“Is so!”
“I mean, it’s kind of true,” Seokjin fake whispered to you, as though Gina couldn’t hear. “Allison and Elaine found out about each other.”
“Well, why did you keep them a secret?” you huffed. “No wonder you’re alone if you pull douchebag shit like that.”
“I didn’t keep them a secret!” Seokjin protested. “I told them both we weren’t exclusive, but…” Trailing off, he sighed. “What can I say? The ladies always want more.”
Another wadded up tissue hit Seokjin square in the face.
“Thanks, Tae!” Gina flopped back in her seat.
“There’s more where that came from,” Taehyung said, sitting down.
Seokjin stared in horror at the tissue on the floor.
“Hey! That... that one wasn’t used, was it?”
Sliding her sunglasses onto her nose, Gina pretending to sleep as the bus descended back into chaos.
Reaching out, Jungkook poked you in the side. “Seriously,” he whispered. “What’s my present?”
“Oh, would you look at that?” you said, sitting up straight. “There’s the hotel!”
Although Jungkook pouted, he allowed the conversation to be redirected and even helped gather your things off the bus.
As soon as you entered the revolving doors, you were immediately met with a blast of warmth from the lobby. You sighed in relief – and then came to a stop. Based on the lobby alone, this banquet was going to be fancy as fuck.
Jungkook had explained what the purpose of this banquet was once or twice, but you weren’t really listening at the time. Apparently the hockey team had a midseason and an end of season banquet. The midseason one tended to fall during their time off around finals, since it was one of the few times during on season when the players could drink.
“Whoa,” Seokjin breathed, coming to a stop alongside you. “I definitely didn’t pack nice enough underwear for this place.”
“Underwear?” Gina looked up in alarm. “Nobody’s going to be seeing your underwear this weekend, Seokjin. Except maybe the mirror.”
“I’ll know though,” he said. “Deep down, I’ll know I’m wearing cotton boxer-briefs instead of silk, like I should.”
Jungkook turned to face you. “Is that the present? Did you get me silk underwear?”
“No.”
“Did you get you silk underwear?”
“Still nope.”
“Huh.” Slightly deflated, Jungkook began to walk towards check-in. “I’m becoming less interested in what this present is.”
“Hey!” you laughed, punching his arm.
Check-in in was luckily fast – the hotel had set people aside for your group and before you knew it, you were loaded onto an elevator and pressing the button for the twentieth floor. Even though it wasn’t as high as fifty, you still warily eyed the panel.
“What?” Jungkook set his bag on the floor.
“Nothing.” You paused. “The windows all lock, right?”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m just saying! If Taehyung really fell from the twentieth floor, he would die.”
“Well, I guess Taehyung will just have to stay out of our bedroom, huh?”
Jungkook arched a brow when he spoke, gaze dark with something which made your skin tingle. Suddenly, the long hours of banquet ahead seemed like too much. It was fairly tempting for you to skip the whole thing and spend it in your hotel room with Jungkook. In bed.
The elevator dinged to announce your floor.
“This is us,” Jungkook said, grabbing your suitcase.
Slinging his duffel bag over one shoulder, Jungkook wheeled your suitcase out of the elevator. Your room was all the way at the end of the hall, past the ice machine and neon red exit sign. Dubiously, you glanced at this as you passed.
“If there were an actual emergency,” you said, slipping both arms around his waist to rest your head on his back. “Those stairs would be a death trap.”
“Hopefully there’s no emergency, then.” Jungkook pushed open the door. “Here we are.”
As you glanced over his shoulder, you froze.
“Holy shit.”
Wandering forward, Jungkook set his bag on the floor. “What?” he asked, turning around. “Is there something wrong?”
Staring at the room, you somehow managed to close the door behind you.
The space was airy, light and gorgeous. The décor was simple in that way which made you absolutely certain each item cost more than the entirety of your suitcase. Fluffy, white pillows were piled on a bed with an actual metal latticed headboard. Gauzy curtains covered the windows, and –
“Champagne?” you blurted, rushing forward. As you passed the front hall, you caught a glimpse of the closet. “And oh my god – robes. Robes, Jungkook! Plural!”
He grinned, watching you run about the room in excitement. “So, you like it?”
“Like it?” You came to a sudden stop, crystal champagne glass in hand. Realizing something, you frowned. “Wait, Jungkook. How the fuck did you afford this?”
“I came into some money overnight.”
“Sounds ominous.”
Jungkook grinned. “Actually, Seokjin’s Uncle got us a room as a favor. There’s no way I could’ve afforded this.”
Setting the champagne glass on the table, you scanned the room as you crossed to his side. “Not yet,” you teased. “Not until you make it big in the NHL. Then you’ll be able to afford all the presents for me!”
A shadow crossed Jungkook’s expression, gone before you could determine its source. He laughed, turning around and bent to unzip your suitcase. Lunging forward, you grabbed for his hand.
“No peeking!” you scolded.
Jungkook froze and looked at you innocently. “Whoops.”
“Don’t ‘whoops’ me,” you said, slapping his wrist. Huffing, you pushed your suitcase into a corner. “You’ll get your present later. We’ve got to get ready for the banquet now.”
“That’s not for hours,” Jungkook whined, flopping down on the bed.
As soon as his ass hit the sheets, his t-shirt rode up to reveal a flat strip of abs. Momentarily distracted, you stared before you shook yourself free.
“Nice try, Jeon!” Spinning around on your heel, you entered the bathroom. This obviously prompted a new round of exclamations. (“Oh my god, there’s a heat rack for the towels!”)
An hour later, you were putting the finishing touches on your make-up while Jungkook changed in the next room. Taehyung had texted fifteen minutes prior and invited everyone to drinks in the lobby. Reading his text had made you laugh, since it made you all sound so grown-up and formal.
The entire event made you feel this way – as though you and Jungkook were two kids playing dress up. College was such a weird time. On the one hand, you lived on your own and were forced to make decisions about your future and on the other, you had barely reached legal drinking age.
College was a strange limbo of job interviews and beer pong in the same twenty-four-hour period. This, though – fixing your make-up while Jungkook changed in the next room – felt scarily adult.
Although you had only been dating for months, you could already see this becoming reality. The realization was startling, making you stare at yourself in the mirror.
“Hey, babe?” Jungkook called from the next room.
“Uh, yeah?”
Somewhat dazed, you screwed the cap on your mascara.
“When are you going to be done? I need to go to the bathroom.”
Sliding your make-up bag off the sink, you gave a final pat to your hair in the lights. Inspecting your face one final time, you turned in your robe and walked from the room.
“Coming!”
The moment you exited the bathroom, you stopped in your tracks.
Jungkook had already gotten dressed and stood beside the window to survey the city. His hair was parted on one side, slightly slicked back with several loose strands hanging about his face. He was dressed in a suit – grey with a black shirt, and by far the fanciest outfit you’d ever seen him in.
Swallowing, you stood there for a moment while you eye-fucked your boyfriend.
Still facing the window, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Are you going to stand there watching me all night?”
“No,” you said loftily, entering the room. “I’m going to get dressed so we can go to the banquet, come back to this room and I can rip that suit off you.”
Jungkook turned, slightly dazed. “Fuck. Yes. That.”
He walked towards you, pausing his stride to brush a chaste kiss to your temple. Grabbing his lapel, you turned him towards you to press a kiss on his lips. Jungkook smiled, melting forward but before you take it any further, he pulled back.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he laughed, squeezing your waist before walking away. “If you kiss me like that, I won’t stop. And then I’ll definitely mess up your hair and we’ll never make it to the restaurant on time.”
Stepping into the bathroom, he shut the door.
You grinned, wandering further into the bedroom. Your dress still hung in the closet; you’d placed it there upon arrival. Thankfully, it didn’t wrinkle too much on the drive here.
“What if that’s what I want?” you called to him through the door. “We can skip the formal, stay here and just have sex.”
Jungkook remained quiet. He hated talking while either one of you was on the toilet – it was a whole thing with him, which resulted in your merciless teasing.
Slipping your dress from its hanger, you moved towards the mirror. "I'll take that as a yes, Jeon!" you said, glancing around for your shoes. "Stay silent if you want to skip the formal, hang out here and have crazy bunny sex."
After a moment, the toilet flushed and the sound of the sink turned on.
Jungkook yelled back, "What's crazy bunny sex?"
Plopping down on the bed, you set your dress on the duvet. "You know!" you huffed, feeling around when a phone vibrated. "Don't rabbits have like, a crazy high sex drive? Where'd the phrase 'doing it like rabbits' come from?"
"As interested as I am in whatever hybrid fanfic you've dreamt up, maybe–"
Although Jungkook continued to talk, the sound of it faded when you unearthed his cell phone. A name flashed on the screen – BOB SUTHERLAND, which would've meant nothing to you except for the text message.
Hey, Jungkook! Thanks for finally returning my calls. There are a few NHL teams looking for a second-string center and–
The rest of the message was cut off, but it was enough for you to understand. You recognized the name Bob Sutherland. He was a recruiter for the NHL and a damn good one, if Taehyung's word was anything to go by. The fact that he wanted to scout Jungkook didn't surprise you, but it was surprising to hear Jungkook had returned his calls.
Staring at your phone, your heart began to beat a bit faster. Jungkook didn't want to go into the NHL now – did he?
The NHL, or the National Hockey League, was the end game for any hockey player. It was a mixed bag if players went into the league straight out of high school, played in lower leagues for a bit, or played in college until they got recruited. Even then, there were only so many good years an athlete had to play. It made sense for Jungkook to want to leave University for his dream job, but you hadn't thought it would happen so soon.
The sound of the bathroom door opening jerked you from your trance. Frantically tossing his phone to the bed, you grabbed your dress and stood to look around for your shoes.
Stepping into the hall, Jungkook smiled when he saw you. "Is that your dress?" he asked, spotting the fabric. "Are you gonna put it on? Can I watch?"
"I thought you said you didn't want to have sex," you said, forcing yourself to smile as you brushed past him.
"It's not that I don't want to have sex," he grumbled, fastening a cuff link. "It's just that if we did, there's no way in hell we'd make it on time."
Although you continued to smile, the contents of that text replayed in your mind. Exhaling lowly, you tried to push this aside. Jungkook would talk to you about it when he was ready. You couldn't fault him for being curious about graduating early. A lot of NHL and MLB players did it – it’s just, you had thought Jungkook wanted to finish his degree.
Shutting the bathroom door, you leaned your head to the wood and willed your thoughts to remain calm. It would be stupid to blow this out of proportion. You and Jungkook had only been dating for three months; it was too soon to expect him to tell you every little thing. Especially something so ambiguous as potential recruitment.
You two hadn't even said I love you to each other yet.
Jaw clenched, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Maybe that was why you were getting so worked up about this. It wasn't for lack of emotion you hadn't told Jungkook you loved him, but lack of courage.
You did love him. You had for weeks, maybe months and maybe longer than that.
It was self-preservation that forced you to swallow the words each time Jungkook did something sweet, sexy or just plain adorable. For the number of times you had bitten your tongue over the past weeks, you were surprised you had a tongue left to speak with.
Still, you’d only told one other boyfriend you loved them and that hadn't ended so well. You and Jungkook had only been dating for three months. It was too soon to place that kind of pressure on him.
Especially not if he'd be leaving University at the end of this year.
Fear gripped your heart, forcing its way to your lungs while you willed yourself to breathe. You waited, taking deep breaths until the paralysis subsided. Numbly getting dressed, you tried several times before realizing the futility of your zipper.
Dropping your arms, you opened the door a crack.
"Jungkook?"
"Yeah?"
It was probably your imagination, but he sounded far away. In more ways than one.
"Can you zip me up?"
"Sure thing, babe."
As you walked from the bathroom, you held your dress with both hands so it wouldn't fall down. Jungkook's eyes widened as soon as he saw you, seated on the edge of the mattress with his broad thighs spread.
His phone dropped from his grasp.
"Fuck," he breathed, staring hard.
The longer he looked, the more your face heated. Jungkook had a way of looking at you which set fire to your veins, which made you feel seen and wanted and heard. He exhaled, tongue darting out to touch the corner of his lips and almost imperceptibly, his hands tightened on the duvet.
"The zipper?" you reminded him, fighting back a smile.
"Right. Uh," he said, standing up from the bed. Immediately, he winced. "Um. Give me a second."
After another deep breath, Jungkook walked closer, but his gait remained awkward; concealing his boner.
"Are you sure you can dance like that, Jeon?" you teased as you turned around.
"No," he huffed, hands replacing yours on the dress. "Maybe if you could be a little less hot, that would be great."
"I'll try. Maybe if I put spinach in my teeth, or something."
"Nah. Even then, I'd still do you."
"Wow, that's l–" Clamping your lips shut, you stopped the l-word from escaping. "Um, that's lunacy, Jeon."
When he didn't immediately respond, you began to panic but then Jungkook chuckled, moving the zipper upwards.
"Done," he announced, stepping back.
Slowly, you turned.
Jungkook's gaze darkened.
Nervous, you smoothed both sides of your dress down. It had taken you a while to pick this one out; several trips to the mall with Gina and eventually, she’d been the one to make the final call. The dress was more revealing than what you usually wore, with a deep-cut neckline and mostly open back. It did wonders for your curves though, highlighting what Jungkook claimed to be his favorite assets.
Then again, Jungkook claimed that about every part of your body.
Still, the way he stared made you feel Gina had made the right choice.
"Whoa," he said hoarsely.
Laughing, you took his hand in yours and dragged him towards the door. "Come on. We're going to be late."
Playfully, Jungkook dug in his heels.
"We can be a little late," he said, contradicting himself.
"Nope." Cheerful, you stepped into your heels at the door. "You're the one who said you couldn't control yourself if you kissed me."
Although Jungkook sighed, he grabbed the key and opened the door to the hall. You followed him outside, where Jungkook shoved his wallet in a pocket and gallantly offered his arm.
"M'lady."
"Jungkook," you sighed, accepting the gesture. "That line didn't work on me before. It's not going to work on me now."
"Wrong!" he said as you walked down the hall. "It did work. Now we’re dating, right? You're mine. In like, a romantic way. Not in a creepy, possessive one."
You laughed as the elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. Jungkook followed, refusing to let go of you all the way to the lobby. He wasn't being subtle about it, keeping a hand on your waist, his thigh pressed to yours, his fingers drifting lazily over the curve of your back.
His fondness for touch usually made you feel wanted, but now you couldn't help but wonder if there was something else to it. Maybe the reason he wanted to be so close was because he knew he was leaving at the end of the year.
Stomach sinking, you told yourself to stop it. Jungkook hadn't made any decisions and you were sure he’d talk to you before he did.
Or – you thought that he would.
Anxiety remained even once the doors opened and you entered the lobby. It refused to lessen throughout the entirety of pre-dinner drinks and even as you rode towards the banquet in the elevator, you found yourself in the back, quieter than normal.
Apparently this was noticeable enough for Gina to pull you aside as you entered, shooing Seokjin away with instructions to find them good seats.
"What's wrong?" she asked, tugging you behind a plant.
"Nothing!" you insisted.
Gina gave you a look.
She was dressed in a slinky red number tonight. You had picked it out right after she made the final decision on yours. Had Gina been allowed to choose, she would've worn the same t-shirt and jeans she always did. You had thought it would be funny to see her in something so sexy, but like everything else, Gina pulled it off effortlessly.
Based on the way people were staring, including her date, you knew you had made the right choice.
She narrowed her eyes. "Something's up," Gina said. "Normally, Seokjin's impression of Christopher Walken cracks you up – god knows why – but today, it didn't even make you crack a smile. What's going on?"
"It's nothing," you insisted, glancing around the room. Jungkook had paused at your table, scanning the crowd to see where you were. "Gina, we really should get–"
"Is it lover boy over there?"
Alarmed, you met her gaze. "Gina!” You dropped your voice. “I told you we hadn't said that yet."
"Oh, please." Gina rolled her eyes. "Boy is so whipped for you, it isn't even funny. He probably just doesn’t want to say it too fast and scare you off. Remember how long it took you to admit that you liked each other? This is the same. You're both playing emotional chicken."
Unable to stop yourself, you snorted. "Emotional chicken? Maybe, but…” Hesitant, you glanced around the floor. “Gina, what if he went into the NHL this year?"
Gina paused. "This year?"
"I mean... a lot of players do. There's only so long you can play hockey professionally."
"That’d make it harder to date for sure. Where’s this coming from, Y/N?"
"Nowhere," you said. "Just something I've been thinking. It would make it harder to date, right?"
"I guess. But so what?"
"I… huh?"
"So what?" she repeated. "Even if Jungkook does leave at the end of this year, how does that change the fact that you love him?"
Having no response to this, you stayed quiet.
Gina reached for your hand. "I'm just saying," she said, a bit gentler. "There’s always a million reasons it might not work out. All you can control is what you do now and how honest you are. Starting with... oh, I don't know... telling your boyfriend how much you love that flat ass of his."
"It's not as flat anymore!" you blurted, defensive. "He's been doing squats."
"Yeah, whatever." Grinning, Gina pulled you from behind the plant. "We should probably get back before Seokjin grabs the mic to sing Tiny Dancer. Just promise me you'll think about telling him?"
"Okay, I'll think about it," you sighed, following her towards the tables.
Spotting you from across the room, Jungkook grinned and waved a hand overhead. Seeing his face, a familiar rush of butterflies appeared. Except it wasn't just butterflies anymore; now there was a whole goddamn symphony and from the moment you saw him, you knew Gina was right.
You should tell him you loved him.
Maybe not now, though because as you approached your table, a familiar silhouette appeared by your side.
"Y/N?" Jimin said, sounding tentative.
Feet faltering, you came to a stop.
Even from across the room, you could see Jungkook's gaze darken. Jimin stepped between you though, blocking your way to the table. Somewhat reluctantly, you waved Gina on.
"Go on," you said with a sigh. "Tell Jungkook I want the steak."
Gina nodded once, glared at Jimin, and continued walking towards Seokjin. She knew you could handle being alone with him.
Jimin waited until she was out of earshot before speaking.
"Hi."
"Hey, Jimin."
Nervous, he swallowed. "Um, you look nice tonight. I mean you always look–"
"Jimin," you interrupted, folding your arms over your chest. "Get to the point."
"Right." He gave you an uncertain look. "I just wanted to... apologize."
"Apologize for what?"
Somehow, you managed to keep your expression neutral.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jimin saw Jungkook staring. He sighed and turned back. "For what I did freshman year."
"And what did you do freshman year?"
"Wow." Jimin gave you a half-smile. "You really aren't going to make this easy on me, huh?"
"No," you responded. "I don't think I will."
Something serious, almost sad entered Jimin’s gaze and he nodded. "Right. I guess I deserve that. I wanted to apologize for lying to you freshman year. I should've told you what really happened to Jungkook."
"You should have.”
"I know." Jimin bit down on his lip. "It's just that... I really liked you. And you seemed to like me back, so I thought it would be easier if Jungkook was out of the picture...." He trailed off, looking miserable. "It was stupid, I know."
Some of your anger lessened at his expression. He truly did seem as though he was sorry and while that didn’t change what had happened, it didn’t seem worthwhile to hold onto something so petty.
You hesitated. "It wasn't... stupid, exactly."
It wasn’t stupid in the way he implied and in a way, you realized you understood. You had liked Jimin freshman year, which was what made this complicated. You had also liked Jungkook and maybe you would’ve stood a chance back then if Jimin hadn’t lied. Then again, maybe not.
It was like what you told Jungkook earlier. It was pointless to ask what if because what ifs weren't what happened. All you had was the current situation and where you went from here.
A thought popped into your mind.
"Can I ask you something?" you said, lowering your arms.
Jimin blinked. "Sure."
"Why did you end things between us freshman year?" you asked. It was something you’d wondered for years. "If you liked me enough to go through all that with Jungkook... then what happened?"
Because he had been the one to end your fuck buddy relationship. You had been perfectly fine to continue seeing him sophomore year, but Jimin had been the one to pull back. It was something that’d always bothered you, but you’d never had the courage to ask.
Jimin gave a lopsided smile. "I wanted to date you, Y/N."
"What?” You looked at him, stunned. “When?"
"Freshman year," he said. "I mentioned going on a date a few times. Getting dinner together, being my date to my dorm's formal... you always turned me down and after a while, I stopped asking."
Dimly, you recall what he’s talking about. He mostly asked first semester, but you remember Jimin mentioning all those things. You always thought he wasn’t serious, but maybe that was just what you wanted to think. You were still hurt by Jungkook, not looking for anything real and maybe you were the one pushing Jimin away.
“I… I didn’t think you really liked me like that,” you said quietly.
Jimin offered a sad smile. “I could’ve been clearer, I guess. I didn’t want to scare you, so I was purposefully vague…” Considering, he shrugged. “I broke things off with you because I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way. Call it self-preservation, or whatever.”
“Oh,” you responded, voice small.
Seeing your discomfort, Jimin sighed. “Hey, it all worked out – didn’t it? I’m having a good time with my date and you and Jungkook look happy together. I’m glad you are. I just wanted to apologize to you in person, Y/N.”
“Thanks,” you said slowly. “I appreciate that.”
“No problem.” Jimin hovered a moment, clearly unsure whether to go. “Well. I should be getting back to my table…”
“It’s just,” you said, interrupting. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to.”
Jimin looked at you in surprise.
“I appreciate you saying something to me,” you said. “And I’m not mad anymore, but Jungkook trusted you back then. You were a dick to him just because you liked me. I’m not the only one who deserves an apology.”
Jimin’s cheeks turned a bit pink. “Yeah. I know.”
You paused a moment, but he didn’t say any more and at last, you nodded. “Thanks again, Jimin. I hope you have a good rest of your night.”
“You, too.”
Turning around, you left his side.
Oddly, your heart felt lighter with each step you took. You hadn’t realized how much the anticipation of that conversation had weighed upon you. Ever since seeing Jimin enter the bus, you had imagined something like this would happen.
Even if Jimin had been avoiding you, it wasn’t like you had been close friends before. Acquaintances, maybe, but even that dwindled once you realized Jimin’s lie to you freshman year. That kind of breach of trust really shook your foundations.
Maybe in the future you could be friends with Jimin again but honestly, you had no inclination to do so now.
Jungkook was already seated when you reached the table, his napkin unfolded and set on his lap. As you took your seat in the chair beside him, he looked over your shoulder.
“What did Jimin want?”
You glanced his way. “He wanted to apologize.”
Jungkook said nothing, his expression inscrutable.
“He said he was sorry about what happened freshman year.”
With a rough sort of laugh, Jungkook sat back in his seat. Playing with the corner of his napkin, he slowly exhaled.
After a moment, he said, “Now?”
“Huh?”
“Now?” Jungkook turned to face you. “Jimin says he’s sorry now for what he did?”
“I mean, he –”
“He’s just sorry because he got caught,” he muttered, jaw tight.
“Maybe.” You considered, then sighed. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. He just wanted to apologize. He said he’s glad that we’re happy.”
Jungkook’s next laugh was sharp and he looked away. It wasn’t often he got mad, but when Jungkook did, it was hard to pull out of. He tended to brood, turning things over and over in his mind until the edges were dull.
Reaching out, you placed a hand on his leg. “Hey.”
Jungkook stayed where he was.
Shifting, you reached to place a kiss on his cheek. “Jungkook,” you said softly, squeezing his thigh. “There’s literally nowhere I’d rather be but right here with you.”
Finally, Jungkook caved and turned to look at you.
His eyes were large and dark, full of something you couldn’t quite place but felt in your soul. Something fluttered in your stomach and you held your breath, anticipating what he was about to say.
His hand covered yours, thumb brushing gently against your palm. “Y/N, I –”
“NOOOO!”
“YES! VINDICATED, AT LAST!”
The sound of the commotion jerked you apart and, craning your head, you spotted the source of the turmoil several seats down at the table.
Jungkook sat back with a thump, swallowing whatever it was he had to say.
Taehyung stood in front of his chair, one of those silver food platters on the table before him. It seemed dinner had begun to be served and Taehyung had gotten a dish with a lid. When he opened said lid, there had been no food on the plate – only a singular bottle of raspberry Smirnoff Ice.
Dramatically pushing back his chair, Seokjin stood to claim his victory. “Drink!” he declared, spreading his arms. “I’ve finally done it! I’ve bested my enemy, pulled the thorn from my side, tricked the eternal trickster – wait, why are you smiling? Why is he smiling?” he demanded, glancing at Gina.
Gina shrugged.
Taehyung knelt, per the official rules of Icing. He was halfway through what you could only assume to be a very warm bottle of Smirnoff Ice and yet, Taehyung didn’t seem angry. Instead, he had one brow cocked in a way which implied he’d still somehow won.
Seokjin stared at him in confusion.
Continuing to chug, Taehyung gestured beneath Seokjin’s chair.
The next moment seemed to happen in slow motion. Face gone suddenly slack, Seokjin bent and looked under his seat. He paused for a moment, staring at something and then sighed.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
A green apple Smirnoff Ice was under his chair.
“Oh, damn,” whispered Jungkook in sympathy. “Green apple is the worst flavor.”
Finishing his bottle, Taehyung slammed it on the table. “Fuck is right,” he said grandly as he stood. “Don’t forget to kneel, man.”
“But… but – how?” Seokjin cried, looking up. “I checked under my chair before I sat down!”
Mysterious, Taehyung shrugged and sat down. “It’s not your place to question, but to chug.”
As Seokjin sighed and got on with it, Gina leaned over . “Taehyung paid me a hundred bucks to plant it after he’d already sat down,” she whispered, then grinned. “Worth it.”
You snorted into your napkin, hiding it quickly when Seokjin glanced your way. As soon as he was done chugging, Seokjin set his empty bottle on the table and sank low in his seat.
“One of these days,” he muttered to no one. “I’ll get my revenge.”
Gina patted his arm. “Sure you will,” she said, twisting around in her seat. “Oo! They have those mini hot dogs. I love those.”
Seokjin instantly perked up, since he was also a mini hot dog fan. The table settled down after that, once the meals were distributed and people starting to eat. Jungkook cut into his steak beside you, exhaling in relief when he saw it was perfectly cooked. Jungkook had a thing about the temperature of his meat.
You wanted to talk more about Jimin, but the music was loud and the conversation so sensitive, you eventually gave up and figured you’d have time to talk later.
Jungkook’s hand found your thigh midway through the meal, so you knew he wasn’t holding onto a grudge. Or maybe he was and he was just really good at hiding it. Jungkook wasn’t normally the type to be jealous; you knew that wasn’t what this was really about.
It had more to do with what you told Jimin at the end. Jungkook had considered Jimin his friend at one time. It had hurt him as much as you when he’d realized what Jimin had done.
All through dessert you watched Jungkook, trying to read his expression until eventually, his lips quirked and he reached for your hand.
“I’m fine,” Jungkook murmured, arching a brow. “Promise.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”
Jungkook laughed, shoveling the last bite of cake in his mouth. Setting his napkin aside, he stood from his seat and reached for your hand. Pulling you out of your chair, he led you in the direction of the dance floor. Most of the tables had already been cleared, their residents disappeared to start the next part of their evening.
Actual awards were only for the end of year banquet, or so Jungkook had told you on the bus. For the midseason banquet there were superlative awards given out, but they were usually distributed at brunch the next morning.
Jungkook pulled you to face him in the middle of the dance floor. One hand on your hip, he drew you close to the music.
“I’m positive I’m fine,” he said. “Sorry that I overreacted.”
“You didn’t,” you said, tilting your head up. “I know it’s a sensitive topic.”
“I know.” Jungkook still looked troubled. “It’s like you said, though. Who knows what would’ve happened freshman year? Maybe we would’ve worked out. Maybe not. Either way, there’s no point in worrying. We’re together now and that’s what matters.”
“Right.” Stepping closer, you leaned in and rested your head on his chest. “We are.”
Jungkook’s grip on you tightened. “And besides,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t really want to spend any more time thinking about Jimin tonight. I’d rather think about you.”
“Me?”
“Mhm,” he said, low in your ear. “You, and how beautiful you look in that dress.”
“Just this dress?”
“All dresses. All clothes. Also – no clothes. Hell, you could wear a potato sack and I’d still think it was hot.”
Laughing, you looked up. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
Jungkook grinned, his smile bright in the newly dimmed lights. Within the past half hour, someone had turned down the overhead lights for ‘mood lighting.’ The tables had all been pushed back to clear space for the DJ and make a path to the windows. The sight of the city laid out before you was, indeed, spectacular.
A view rivaled only by the man standing before you.
“What?” Jungkook’s grin widened at your expression.
“Just thinking about how good you look,” you said with a sigh. “Can’t wait to use my present on you later.”
His eyes darkened. “So, it’s something to use on me?”
“Whoops,” you said, delicate. “Did I say that? Must’ve misspoke.”
His grip on your waist tightened as you danced. Lowering his head, Jungkook’s lips grazed your ear.
“Y/N.” He spoke softly, one hand sliding to the small of your back. “Don’t tease me. I’m not above public indecency.”
A thrill ran down your spine. “How indecent?” you asked, just as quiet.
To everyone around you, it merely looked as though you were dancing – turning around the room in time to the song. In reality, Jungkook’s breath quickened while your heartbeat raced, tilting your chin upwards to see him.
His gaze had turned positively carnal. “Y/N, just say the word and I’ll fuck you right here and right now.”
“Jungkook,” you whispered. “There are people around.”
His ensuing smile was cocky. “So? Bet they could learn a thing or two.”
“And you think you’d be the one to teach them?”
“I’d say so,” he said quietly. “Based on how loud you are when you come, I’d say I’m doing something right.”
“I see.” Blithely, you continued to dance. “Its statements like that which are exactly why I needed to bring your present.”
Jungkook’s expression melted to nothing. “Y/N,” he whined, all semblance of cockiness gone. “Please tell me what the gift is?”
“Nope. The build-up is half the fun!”
“When it comes to you,” Jungkook groaned. “It doesn’t take much to get me worked up.”
“Hm. You’ll have to control yourself better than that if you want to cum tonight, babe.”
Jungkook made a tortured sound in his throat. “Y/N...”
“Yes?”
Rather than answer, Jungkook grabbed your hand to pull you from the dance floor. Grinning at the broad panes of his back, you grabbed your dress in one hand so as to not trip on your heels.
“Jungkook,” you laughed, passing knowing expressions. “Slow down!”
Jungkook obliged but continued to walk until he found a suitably secluded alcove. Pulling you with, he turned you around to press your back to the wall, dripping his head for a kiss.
Melting into his touch, your arms found his neck to pull him even closer. Jungkook’s body molded to yours, one arm on the wall while his lips devoured you. You arched against him, fingers sliding up his back to entwine in his hair. Jungkook whined when you tugged, breaking away briefly to rest his forehead to yours.
Breathless, you laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” he murmured.
“Mm, nothing.” Your hands slid to his waist. “It’s just… this kiss reminds me of another one.”
“Which one?”
“You know… the one at that party…”
“Oh, yeah.” His lips quirked. “When I beat you in beer pong.”
“Okay, you didn’t beat me.”
Lowering his head, Jungkook’s lips brushed that sensitive junction between neck and collarbone. A sigh escaped when he slid to rest either hand on the wall beside you. Keeping his body carefully separate, only Jungkook’s hot lips chased over your skin. His tongue flicked a heated path up your throat, holding himself back just to prove that he could.
Pulling away, Jungkook met your gaze. Heat radiated from every line of his body, tempting you further to close the distance between you.
“You’ve gotten better at that,” you whispered. “Less tongue.”
Jungkook’s upper lip twitched.
Before you could respond, he bent to kiss you again and all thoughts of reprimand went out the window. Instead, you arched upwards, craving his touch. Jungkook seemed to be of the same mindset, hips caging yours as he ground his way forward.
Hands returned to his hair, you anchored yourself with each breath you stole. Whatever lipstick you’d had on was long gone by now; Jungkook’s hand found your back and – remembering the backless dress you wore – he groaned.
“What bra do you wear with this, anyways?” he said, pulling back.
“None.” Staring at him, your upper lip curled. “I am wearing underwear, but I’ll admit they don’t leave much to the imagination.”
Jungkook looked tortured. “What are you doing to me?” he pleaded, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes.
Before you could respond, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to your jaw.
“When we get back to the room,” he murmured, marking his way towards your ear. “I want this dress off. Panties on. Keep the heels on. Splayed out like that on the bed, so I can bury myself between your legs and eat your pussy all fucking night.”
“Sounds ambitious,” you breathed, your head hitting the wall.
“It is.” Jungkook smirked. “I like to set goals for myself. And whether I win or lose, you still win.”
“Oh, do I?”
“Mhm. If I don’t edge you all night, you get to come. And if I do, you still get to come. Win-win.”
Laughing, your fingers curled in his hair. “Well, I –”
“Get a roooom,” Seokjin booed as he walked past. “The bathroom’s right here, guys. People have probably been nauseated walking past you for however long you’ve been back here making out.”
Flustered, you glanced over Jungkook’s shoulder and realized Seokjin was right. The back of his tuxedo disappeared into the men’s bathroom, with the women’s room directly across from it in the hall. Groaning softly, you lowered your face to Jungkook’s lapel.
While you hid, Jungkook started to chuckle. His laughter shook your frame, making you smile until eventually, you started to laugh as well.
“Whoops.” Jungkook pulled back, only to wince. Reaching down, he adjusted the too-tight fabric stretched over his crotch. “Um. Maybe we should head to our room.”
“Already? There’s still a few hours left of the banquet.”
“I know, but…” Jungkook glanced past you, looking into the main room. “We came, we drank, we danced… I just kind of want to be with you now.”
“Well, alright,” you said, allowing yourself to be led down the hall. “If that’s really what you want.”
“It is,” he assured, pressing the down button for the elevator.
You smiled, leaning your head to his shoulder while you waited for its arrival. The lights in the hall were dim, bass thumping loudly from the DJ in the next room. Laughter and shouting echoed down the hall, but the spot by the elevator was relatively quiet.
When Jungkook’s phone went off in his pocket, you jumped. “Oh,” you laughed, glancing up. “That scared me.”
“Sorry,” Jungkook said, fishing around in his pocket.
When he saw who was calling, his expression changed and he immediately pressed off. Stuffing this back in his pocket, he shot you a quick smile and faced forward.
The elevator dinged.
You stared at his back as you entered, uncertainty churning your stomach. Things had been going so well, you had almost forgotten about the events of earlier – the text message you saw on his phone and what it might mean for your future.
Now, it was all you could think about. It wasn’t fair to press Jungkook to talk before he was ready but in all honesty, you were kind of going crazy. As the doors shut behind you, you turned to face Jungkook.
“Who was that?” you asked, innocent.
For a moment, Jungkook looked panicked. He hid this quickly behind a mask of indifference, which looked even stranger than the panic had on his face. Jungkook was not an indifferent kind of person.
“Um, no one,” he said quickly – too quickly. “Just my mom.”
Jungkook was a terrible liar.
Setting aside the fact that he was a classic mama’s boy and would have never have ignored her – maybe he would’ve said he can’t talk right now, but he at least would’ve answered – he now fidgeted anxiously like his feet were on fire. Eyes narrowed, you stared as his profile while the numbers of the floors ticked slowly down.
“You can call her back if you want,” you offered.
Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. “Uh – no, that’s okay. She’ll send me a text if it’s important.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Facing forward, you casually stepped from his arm in the guise of being too warm. The numbers had almost reached the twentieth floor, but it wasn’t the descent which had your stomach tied in knots. In your peripheral, you saw Jungkook glance your way while you stared stubbornly at the doors.
The elevator slowed.
“We’re here,” you announced, striding into the hall.
You kept a few steps ahead of him as you walked, gaze focused on your room at the end of the hall. Even though you knew it was unfair to be mad, you couldn’t help the hurt which hounded your thoughts.
When Jungkook had taken out his phone, you had seen the name of the person calling him – Bob Sutherland, the very same recruiter who’d texted him earlier. Each step you took made you angrier, wondering if he’d already gotten the offer, or maybe he’d even accepted. You weren’t sure what the NHL recruiting process was, let alone what your place in it would be as his girlfriend.
Coming to a stop at your hotel room, you halted and waited for Jungkook to catch up.
He did so easily, brow creased as he reached to take hold of your hand. “Hey,” he said gently, turning you to face him. “Is something wrong? Did you want to stay at the banquet longer?”
You looked at his hand for a moment before raising your gaze to his.
“No,” you responded. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Jungkook hesitated. “Want to talk about it, whatever it is?”
You scowled. “I said nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Y/N,” Jungkook said with a smile. “Come on. You can tell me – what is it?”
For a moment, you just stared at him. Your first instinct was to push this down, to pretend it didn’t bother you, but that was cowardly. The situation clearly upset you and trying to pretend otherwise wasn’t fair to you, or to him.
Before you could change your mind, you blurted, “Why’d you lie about your mom calling you just now?”
The words slipped past in a rush and Jungkook froze. The look on his face would have been comical had the circumstances not been making you sick to your stomach.
“I – what?”
“Right now,” you explained. “Before we entered the elevator, you said your mom called, but she didn’t. Admit it.”
Jungkook stared at you a second longer, then glanced at the door. “Maybe we should talk about this inside…”
“No. Let’s have the conversation right here.”
Gaze narrowing, Jungkook returned to you. “I really think this is more of an inside the room conversation, Y/N.”
“You can’t tell me you want to go into the NHL in the hall?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I – what? Who told you that?”
“I saw your phone earlier,” you said, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “That NHL recruiter texted you – Bob Sutherland, right? I didn’t mean to see it, but it was right there on the bed, and I…”
Jungkook paused, then shook his head. “And you... waited this long to talk to me?”
“Um, hello?” you shot back. “Pot, this is kettle.”
He winced. “Okay, fine. I guess I deserve that. I just... didn’t want to say anything until I was sure this was even an option.”
Bleakly, you laughed. “What does that mean? You were only going to tell me once you’d decided? Maybe once you had your jersey and a new apartment in some other city?”
Jungkook’s expression darkened. “It’s not like that,” he said as you pulled away.
“It is like that,” you responded, stopping before the door. “Can you open this? I don’t have the room key.”
Jungkook didn’t move. “Y/N.”
“Open the door.”
“Y/N,” he said, softer this time.
You waited another moment, then slowly exhaled.
“What?” you said, glancing sideways.
This was a mistake, since Jungkook was an awful liar and you could tell he wasn’t lying right now. All his emotion was etched clear on his face – regret, uncertainty, and something more, something stronger. The feeble spark of anger in your stomach extinguished with a hiss.
Stepping forward, Jungkook placed both hands on your arms. “I didn’t want you to stress over nothing,” he said quietly. “That’s the only reason I didn’t tell you right away.”
Jaw tight, you glanced over his shoulder.
“I swear,” Jungkook continued. “It’s just… we haven’t been dating long and things are going so well. I didn’t want to mess things up between us.”
“Don’t you think that’s kind of dumb,” you muttered, moving your gaze to his. “You didn’t want to mess things up, so you kept something big from me?”
“Come on, Y/N,” he pleaded, frustration notched between his brows. “If I went into the NHL this year, I’d have to leave University before you. I’d have to move to whatever city picked me.”
“I know.”
“We only just started dating!” he said, looking tortured. “You only just started calling yourself my girlfriend. I didn’t want you to break up with me. Not when I don’t even know what I want. I don’t know if I want to go into the NHL this year. I just…”
He stopped and inhaled, looking helpless.
There was such confusion on his face, such ardent sincerity that whatever anger you felt began to ebb away. It didn’t vanish entirely; you still wish he would’ve told you, but looking at him, you understood why he did it.
“It’s... okay,” you said finally.
Jungkook glanced at you, uncertain.
“It’s okay,” you insisted, sliding both hands up his arms. “I… yeah. It’ll be fine, Jungkook. Now, will you listen to what I have to say?”
Although he seemed skeptical, he nodded.
“Jungkook.” You looked at him seriously. “This is your career, okay? This is your future. I’m not going to break up with you just because you graduate early.”
“You don’t know that,” he countered. “That’s a lot to ask. Long distance is hard, Y/N.”
“I know.”
“It’s unfair of me to ask you to do that.”
“I think I’ll decide what’s unfair to me, Jeon.”
“I just...” Running a hand through his hair, he left the strands ruffled in the back. “I needed more time. More time to figure out what I wanted, more time to make you…”
“Make me what?”
“Make you fall in love with me, too,” he said quietly.
You went still.
The hall around you fell silent – so quiet, you heard the sound of your heart beating. Or maybe that was his; the sound was too loud, whoever it belonged to. It drowned out all coherent thought and left a ringing noise in your ears.
Before you could respond, Jungkook shut his eyes.
“You don’t have to say it back,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I know it’s too soon. We haven’t been dating that long and fuck, I probably shouldn’t have said it like that. I should’ve done something romantic, right? With flowers and music and – I don’t know. I just love you, Y/N and it’s really hard to keep it in, when –”
Reaching up, you pressed your palms to his cheeks. “Jeon.”
He opened his eyes, face squished in your hands.
“I love you, too,” you said seriously.
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he tried to speak, but the sound was constrained by your hands.
“Oops, sorry,” you said, releasing his face. “What was that?”
“You... love me,” he repeated, dumbfounded.
“Yeah.”
“Wow.” Jungkook paused. “Huh.”
Futilely, you tried to hide your smile. “Is that seriously all you have to say?”
“Kind of.” Jungkook grinned but after a moment, his smile began to disappear. “I really am sorry I lied, Y/N. I promise I wouldn’t have kept it a secret much longer.”
“I know,” you said quietly, taking his hand. “I get why you did it. That’s a giant change to be thinking about.”
“It is, yeah.”
“But,” you added, grip tightening. “I love you, Jungkook. I want to be with you. You don’t have to hide these kinds of things from me.”
Wonderingly, his gaze roamed your face. “No?”
“No. We’ll work through it together. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, expression softening.
“Good.” You smiled. “You won’t scare me off, Jeon. Promise. Just tell me where your new apartment is and I’ll rack up frequent flyer miles.”
When Jungkook smiled, the corners of his eyes creased. “What if I decide to move to the moon?” he challenged.
“I might question your sanity, Jeon, but I wouldn’t be scared.”
“What if I decided to move to mars?”
“I might be a little scared,” you admitted. “Only because then, you’d probably be neighbors with Elon Musk.”
Jungkook laughed, reaching past to press his key card to the door. The light on the handle turned green, letting you in. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you with, not bothering to turn on the lights.
As soon as the door fell shut behind you, Jungkook turned and pressed you to the wood. He immediately bent and began to kiss up your neck, placing one hand on the door and the other firmly around your waist. Pulling you close, he curved your body to his.
You found yourself no better, one hand sliding into his hair to open his mouth with your own. Jungkook groaned, his voice graveled, and the heat shot straight to your core.
“Jungkook,” you said, breaking away.
“Yeah?” he murmured, kissing back down your neck.
Heart stuttering, you forced yourself to focus. “I love you,” you whispered, your curving in the darkness.
It felt so good to finally say it out loud, to stop holding back what you had been feeling for some time.
Slowly, Jungkook bent to press his forehead to yours. “You sure?” he said quietly. “Don’t feel like you need to say it because I did. Just because I’m stupid in love with you doesn’t mean you need to be.”
“Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop being dumb and kiss me.”
Jungkook snorted when you grabbed his tie with one hand to pull him towards you. Elbow buckling, he pressed you against the door while his laughter fanned your face.
Tilting your head upwards, your lips lightly brushed. “Want to know what your present is?”
Jungkook answered immediately. “Yes.”
“It’s going to sound silly now that you told me you loved me.”
“Hey, you said it back!”
“I did.”
“… I still want to know what my present is.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, walking a hand up his chest. “Alright, so maybe I went into that one drawer of your nightstand.”
Jungkook stilled.
“And maybe I brought something for us to play with.”
In the darkness, you heard him audibly swallow.
“What… what did you decide to bring?”
Placing a hand on his shoulder, you lifted your lips to his ear. “Maybe the handcuffs.”
The next moment happened faster than you could comprehend.
Seizing you around the waist, Jungkook picked you up to carry you towards the bedroom. You squealed, smacking his ass from your upside-down position. Ignoring you, Jungkook flipped on the light as he walked and, upon reaching the bed, deposited you on the mattress.
You bounced on the landing, grinning as you adjusted yourself on the duvet.
Jungkook had already begun to remove his tie. He paused with it half-undone, staring at you on the sheets. Wriggling your ass deeper, you arched a brow.
“Alright.” Jungkook placed his hands on both hips. “How do you want to do this?”
You grinned. “What do you mean?”
He glanced at your hands. “I mean – do you want to wear the cuffs, or should I? Should we do this on the bed? Do you want the cuffs on my wrists, or what?”
“Whoa,” you exhaled, sitting up. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
Jungkook paused, then nodded and smiled.
Leisurely, he began to walk towards your suitcase. He undid his cuffs as he walked, placing them on the nightstand before he bent to the zipper. Opening the flap, he scanned the inside and immediately spotted the handcuffs on top of your sweatpants.
Glancing over his shoulder, he arched a brow. “Really?”
“What?” you said, somewhat defensive. “I wanted to protect them from damage.”
Jungkook reached out and shut your suitcase. With the cuffs dangling from one hand, he stood and looked once more at you. A hunger had entered his gaze which made you squeeze your thighs together.
“Why don’t we start with you?” he said, moving closer. “I’ll make you feel good and then you can decide if you want to cuff me.”
“That sounds good,” you whispered.
Jungkook came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Gaze raking your frame, he traced every curve with an indecency bordering on obscene.
“I wasn’t kidding before,” he said, gaze lifting. “I want you naked except for those heels and your panties.”
A thrill traveled your spine, slowly extending your legs to stand from the bed. Without looking away, you reached behind your back to slowly unzip your zipper. You caught your dress before it fell, pressing it to your chest and keeping it there.
Jungkook exhaled. “The rest of it, sweetheart,” he said, sounding hoarse. “I want to see those pretty tits of yours on display.”
“Oh, do you?”
Teasing, you lowered the fabric until your nipples were practically visible. They caught at the fabric, pressed against silk while Jungkook swallowed hard.
“Yes, please,” he said.
Without looking away, you dropped your dress to the floor.
Jungkook sucked in a breath as he stared. His gaze trailed your breasts, rounded and peaked; the apex of your thighs, where you could already feel yourself slick with arousal. He glanced at your feet, still in the heels he said not to change out of.
A growl escaped him when he reached for his cock. Palming himself over his pants, Jungkook stared hard at your body.
“Jungkook,” you whimpered, needing him to touch you.
His gaze snapped to yours. “Look at you,” he murmured, stepping closer. Sliding a hand to the back of your neck, he tilted your face up. “Nipples already hard for me.” Reaching out, he palmed your breast. “Is this pussy wet for me, too?”
“You know it is,” you said breathily.
Nose ghosting your neck, Jungkook traced a path down your throat. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“What’re you going to do?”
“Gonna take a look.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Gonna see how wet I can get you – just me, though,” he said, stepping back. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself yet. Understand?”
Eager, you nodded.
It had been a few months since you started having sex and in that time, you had learned to read each other well. Jungkook knew that after a fight, you usually liked him to be in control. The mental exhaustion was tiring and you just wanted to come, and come hard.
“Good,” Jungkook said with a smirk. “Now, sit on the bed.”
Turning around, you sat and scooted until your back hit the headboard. Jungkook’s hands found his belt, slowly undoing each notch while you watched. Pulling this from the loops, he dropped it on the floor to shrug from his jacket.
Once free, he knelt one knee on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said quietly. “Good girl.”
You obeyed, feeling liberated by the lack of control. You trusted Jungkook to take care of you, to listen to you and to know when to stop. It was part of what made sex which him better than anyone else. He understood you in a way you found hard to describe.
“Here?” you asked, spreading your legs on the sheets.
Jungkook moved towards you. “Here,” he agreed, slipping one metal cuff around your wrist.
You inhaled when he closed it, threading the links behind the bedpost and taking your other hand in his. He clicked the second cuff in place, leaving you with both arms overhead, splayed out on the mattress. Arching experimentally upwards, you found your arms restrained.
Withdrawing, Jungkook sat back on his heels. He stared at you a moment, then slid his hands up your torso. Almost recently, he bent his head to flick your nipple with his tongue.
“Oh,” you gasped, arching upwards.
Your wrists strained at the metal, but the sensation was more discomfort than actual pain. The fact that you couldn’t touch him had your skin on fire. Jungkook’s mouth was sloppy, teasing your nipples just the way you liked, urging them to peaks so he could suck with abandon. You arched on the mattress, the cold metal of handcuffs biting into your skin.
You hadn’t been lying – you’d never done this sort of thing with any previous boyfriend but with Jungkook, you found yourself wanting to explore. No one had ever made you feel this comfortable, this open and trusting he would make you feel good.
Switching to your other breast, Jungkook blew on it gently before taking it in his mouth. When he grazed you with his teeth, you let out a whimper and he sucked in earnest. The noises he made made your cheeks heat, your barely clothed core grinding against the duvet.
Your lace thong was sticky, drenched in evidence of easy arousal. Jungkook seemed to realize this as you did, his finger drifting to dip beneath the edge of the fabric. Reluctantly pulling away from your chest, Jungkook twisted the fabric to stare at your cunt.
Although you couldn’t see, you could feel how indecent it was. Drenched lace snagged in the folds of your pussy, revealing your glistening sex to his darkened gaze.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, brushing his thumb up your folds.
The way you shuddered made him moan and he did it again. Jungkook’s thumb slid lower, lazily stroking the entrance of your pussy. He teased until you clenched around him with need, arousal dripping from your cunt to gather at your ass.
“Feet up.” Jungkook pulled back. “Thighs spread.”
You did as he said, placing your heels on the mattress to spread your legs. Jungkook’s jaw clenched at the sight, staring hazily at you like it was the first time. Immediately, he bent and lowered himself between your legs.
“Y/N,” he moaned, dragging his tongue up your sex.
You shuddered at this, tugging on your restraints, which held. Arching against him, you pushed your hips forward while Jungkook ate you out. He wasted no time, lips immediately wrapping around your swollen clit, coaxing you hard and fast towards your first orgasm of the night.
Sliding both arms under your thighs, Jungkook used them as leverage while he licked your pussy. Burying himself between your legs, he devoured you with such ecstasy, you could barely breathe.
The hard lines of his back strained against his shirt and you wished this was gone, wished you could see his pretty skin, but Jungkook seemed determined to make you come like this – his tongue buried in your cunt and his nose brushing your clit.
Your entire body seized, ready to come but then he pulled back and slid two fingers in at the hilt.
Gasping, your entire pussy quivered when his tongue returned to your clit. “Oh my god,” you blubbered, arching against him. “Oh my fucking god, Jungkook.”
His fingers were relentless, immediately fucking the warm wetness of your pussy. The squelch they made sliding in and out was obscene, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It felt too fucking good, with them pounding your cunt and making you see stars.
If you could have, you would’ve grabbed his hair and ridden his face, but you couldn’t. Instead, you arched as hard as you could and gripped your thighs together – Jungkook growled between them – unable to do anything but take it when he gave you your orgasm.
It crashed into you like a wave as you cried out in pleasure below him. You shuddered apart; Jungkook kept both arms wrapped around you until you were done. As the pleasure finally subsided, he gradually slowed his mouth to look up.
He grinned, lips red and wet from his exertions.
With a groan, you collapsed back on the bed. The metal bit into the skin of your wrists, your chest rising and falling while Jungkook shifted above you.
“You okay?” he asked gently, dropping a kiss to your lips.
You nodded, turning your head to capture him in a kiss. Jungkook kissed eagerly back, thighs settling on either side of your hips. He finally pulled away, reaching for the bedside to locate the key.
“Yeah,” you said, waiting for him to unlock the cuffs. “I feel really good, in fact.”
Jungkook grinned and released the cuff from your right wrist. You lowered your arm to your side while he undid the other, patiently waiting for your wrists to be freed. When you were, Jungkook bent his head to press his lips where the cuffs used to be.
He then moved to your feet – you had nearly forgotten you still wore your heels, but Jungkook slid them easily off to drop them to the floor.
You moved to sit up but Jungkook bent and kissed you again. His hands slid to your hair, thighs caging your waist while his tongue slipped past your lips. Desire lazily curled in your stomach; rather than sate you, your previous orgasm had left you hungry for more.
“Jungkook,” you mumbled against his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Why’s your shirt still on?”
Jungkook snorted and sat back, reaching for his front. Without looking away, he began to undo his buttons. He moved slowly, pushing each button through fabric at a maddening pace until you whined and pressed your hips up to his.
“Eager?” he teased, tugging an arm from the sleeve.
As soon as his shirt hit the floor, you sighed in satisfaction. No matter how many times you saw him, the sight of Jungkook shirtless never ceased to amaze.
“Wait – stay there,” you said, reaching to run a hand up his front.
One of Jungkook’s tattoos dipped to his pec, swirling above his dusky nipple in delicate lines. When your thumb casually brushed this, he shuddered.
Pleased, you looked up. “Sensitive, Jeon?”
“You know I am,” he grumbled, though he seemed far from perturbed. Gaze glinting in darkness, Jungkook lowered himself to his palms. “Do it again.”
You obeyed, casually dragging a finger over his pert, rosy nipple. Jungkook inhaled through his teeth, staring at you while you began to tease. When your fingers moved to his other nipple, he actually whined and lowered his head.
“Okay,” you said, making a decision. “I’m going to need you in those cuffs now.”
Jungkook lifted his head. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled.
He immediately sat back on his heels, shirtless and slacks strained across his erection. It was obvious from the way he sat it was uncomfortable and yet, Jungkook made no move to relieve himself. The sight sent a thrill down your spine.
This scenario had crossed your mind more than a few times, you had to admit. Having Jungkook seated before you, ready to do whatever you wanted. He was just so big and strong – the sight of him kneeling was more than you could bear.
“Scoot back,” you said, jerking your chin at the headboard.
Jungkook obeyed, scooting until he leaned against the latticed metalwork of the bed. Arching a brow, he asked, “What now?”
“Now,” you said, grabbing the handcuffs to move towards him. “I’m thinking about how I want you.”
He smirked. “What’re you thinking?”
“I could cuff you to the bed,” you wondered. “Or… no, I know what I want. Get back on your knees.”
Jungkook licked his lips and nodded, moving into position.
“Wait,” you said, making him pause. “Take off your pants first.”
He stopped and slid his hand under the top of his slacks. Undoing first the button, then the zipper, Jungkook slowly dragged them down muscular thighs. Once his slacks fell to his ankles, Jungkook kicked them to the floor.
“Now your boxers,” you instructed, gaze hungrily roaming his frame.
The handcuffs remained in your hand, but Jungkook paid them no attention while he stripped down to nothing. Keeping his gaze on yours, he dragged his boxers lower. The second his cock was freed, it sprang up to smack his muscled abs.
You nearly groaned at the sight of how hard he was. The tip of his cock was reddened and leaking, a thick bead of cum working its way down his shaft.
“Hands behind your back,” you said, lifting your gaze.
Jungkook did as he was told, the muscles in his biceps bulging as he went. Although you audibly swallowed, you pushed past this and went to attach the first cuff.
“Is this okay?” you asked, glancing up at his face.
Jungkook smirked. “Yeah. Put the other one on.”
Cheeks hated, you nodded and fastened the other behind his back. Jungkook exhaled, dark hair flopping forward while he experimentally tugged with his arms. The cuffs didn’t give. You stared at him a moment, drinking in the sight of him naked, kneeling and utterly yours.
Unable to stop it, you smiled.
Jungkook glanced up. “What’s that look for, baby?”
“Nothing,” you said, scooting backwards. “You just, um…”
“What?”
“Look fucking hot.”
His cheeks flushed, a fact you found endearing – even with his dick standing hard and thick between his thighs. Bending, you placed a hand on either side of his legs.
Curious, you looked up. “Have you ever done this before?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No. I never really… wanted to do this with anyone else.”
Warmth filled you, knowing exactly what he meant. There’d been no one else you trusted this much either. It was a strange thing to relinquish control, to surrender yourself to someone else and trust they wouldn’t hurt you.
“Same,” you whispered.
You bent and licked a strip up his cock.
Jungkook groaned, head rolling back as you teased his length. Sitting up, you spit in your palm to wrap most of the way around his cock. You began to slide up and down and Jungkook exhaled, thighs twitching beneath your palm. His eyes drifted shut, enjoying your touch as you stroked his dick.
Seeing the way his arms strained at the cuffs, you grinned. “Enjoying yourself?”
He cracked open an eye. “Wanna touch you,” he said.
“Too bad,” you sing-songed, bending to wrap your lips around his cock.
Jungkook groaned, straining once more against the cuffs. You refused to take him all in your mouth at one go, sucking on the tip before tracing his sensitive head with your tongue. Jungkook exhaled, hips pushing forward in an attempt to coax you further onto his dick.
Pulling back, you left him with a pop. “Uh-uh,” you said. “You’re not the one in control here, Jeon. I am.”
“Oh, yeah?” A devilish glint entered his eyes. “Prove it.”
Heart pounding, you pushed yourself up and moved closer. Sliding a hand into his hair, you angled his head to kiss him on the lips. Jungkook melted forward, lips chasing yours before you pulled back.
Settling just beyond his reach, you smiled and let your hand return to his cock.
“Fuck,” Jungkook whimpered.
“In a bit,” you answered, thumb brushing his tip.
Jungkook’s tongue poked the side of his cheek, staring while you continued your motions. Head lowering, you took him again in your mouth and slid partway down. Lifting off, you trailed his frenulum with your tongue and then bent to take him all the way.
“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, staring while you deep-throated his cock. “Fuck – that feels so good, baby. Ah.”
His hips bucked when you took him deeper and in response, you pulled back.
“Nope,” you said with a smirk. “Every time you do that, I’ll stop. Keep still, baby,” you said, continuing to fist him with one hand. “You can do that for me, right? Be a good boy?”
Jungkook’s gaze turned heavy with desire. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I’ll be so fucking good for you, baby. Promise.”
Taking him back in your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks to move faster. Balancing both palms on his thighs, you forced your head down until you gagged on his cock. Pulling back, you let spit break over your lip and fisted him roughly, making him sloppy and wet.
Jungkook whimpered again, straining at the cuffs. His nipples were rock hard and upon seeing this, you lifted to lick over a nub.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook blurted, hips thrusting forward.
You let him fuck your hand for a few seconds, his hard length chasing the warmth of your hand. And then you pulled away, relinquishing your grip and Jungkook’s eyes widened, realizing what he’d done.
“No,” he groaned, chest sagging.
He looked utterly defeated by the realization you might stop – or at the very least, you’d make him work for it harder. The only thing wrong with this assumption was that you were now obscenely horny and just wanted him inside you.
“It’s okay, baby.” Using the same hand, you lifted his chin. “You did so well, lasting for me as long as you did.”
Jungkook looked at you, hopeful. “So, you’ll let me come?”
“Oh. No.” His face fell. “At least,” you allowed, positioning yourself over his cock, “not until I feel you inside me.”
It had been a few weeks since you had stopped using condoms. Soon after you started dating, you decided to get tested since you were already on the pill. It was worth it the first time he came inside you and swirled his fingers through the mess.
Jungkook watched you remove your sodden panties, dropping them on the floor and returning to his lap. Lowering yourself, you let the soaked folds of your center gently brush his cock. Jungkook hissed as though you had wounded him, straining against the cuffs like he could break them.
Immediately, you stopped. “Jungkook?” you asked, gaze roaming his face in concern. “Are you still okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, practically panting. “Fuck, yeah. I’m good, but I need to be inside you. Now.”
“So impatient,” you tsk-d, reaching to grasp his cock beneath you. One hand on his shoulder, you began to lower yourself on his length.
Just his tip entered at first, parting the velvet walls of your sex and making you moan. You’d already come once tonight, but with how tight you were, that seemed a distant memory. Sliding your hand lower on his cock, you dropped yourself lower to take him inside you.
Jungkook stared; transfixed by the sight of him entering your pussy. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Feel stretched enough, baby? Need anything from me?”
“N-no,” you stuttered, already feeling the burn.
He looked up and arched a brow. “How about this?” he murmured, shifting his weight. “Since I can’t use my hands or my tongue on your pussy, how about I get you wet like this?”
“Like what?”
“Take your hand off my cock so you can touch yourself,” he suggested sweetly. “Put your finger in my mouth first, though. Wanna taste you.”
You obeyed, thighs trembling as you released him and brought your finger to his lips. Jungkook opened, wrapping his lips around your digit to easily suck. You inhaled at the sight, thoroughly aroused as you felt yourself slip another inch on his length.
Jungkook released your finger. “Now put that hand between your thighs,” he said, waiting for you to do so. “There you go, baby. I know how swollen your clit was when I sucked on you earlier. Is it still like that? Still puffy and needy for me?”
Slipping your hand between your legs, you circled your sex. “Yeah,” you breathed, sinking down on him another inch. “It’s still like that.”
“Good.” Jungkook smirked. “Give it a pinch, then slowly rub it.”
The second you did this, a wave of pleasure swept through you.
“Again,” Jungkook said.
You did it again.
“And again.”
This time when you did it, you felt your hips settle against his. Glancing down in surprise, you realized his cock had nestled all the way inside you – his thick girth split you so prettily, the wetness of your pussy soaked into his base.
“Oh,” you exhaled, looking up.
Jungkook’s eyes glinted. “Ride me.”
The way he spoke sparked fire in your veins, reaching for his shoulders as you slowly moved upwards. Once you were nearly empty, you dropped to take him all in one motion. You gasped at the sensation, head tipping back as you did it again.
Gripping his shoulders, you controlled the pace to slowly move up and down. You went purposefully slower, reveling in the feeling of him being inside you, the sight of his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
Leaning onto your palms, you lifted your hips and sunk down on his cock. You swiveled your hips as you went, letting him feel how wet you were for him.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, taking a deep breath.
His gaze roamed your chest, rising and falling with your hips; your cunt, swallowing him whole to drip onto his thighs. A moan left him at the sight of your clit, so swollen and pretty but unable to touch.
“Baby,” he moaned.
“Yeah?”
Sitting up straight, you let him fall from your body and repositioned yourself above him. Sinking down on his length, you slid both hands to his hair and eagerly kissed him. Your chests brushed as you rode him, rolling your hips over his massive cock.
Growing impatient, Jungkook finally snapped his hips upwards. “Please,” he panted, lips dropping down your throat. “Please undo the cuffs, Y/N. I need to fuck you.”
“Okay,” you agreed, reaching beside you to grab the key.
It took you a few seconds to unlock a cuff and the moment you did, Jungkook moved. He didn’t wait for the other one to be released – pushing you back on the bed, he hiked your leg up and buried himself in you to the hilt. Lips parted, you stared at him dazed as he suddenly filled you. The stretch felt so fucking good, your eyes watered.
Softening, Jungkook brushed a kiss to your lips. “That okay?” he murmured, reaching down for your clit.
It was swollen, like he said and your eyes nearly rolled back as he began to play with you.
“Oh my god, yes,” you mumbled, stretched out beneath him. “Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me hard.”
His gaze immediately darkened. “Alright, baby.”
Knowing exactly what you meant by this, Jungkook pulled out. He flipped you over, pulling your ass in the air so your pussy was on display. His fingers swiped at your entrance, feeling how soaked you were before he lined himself up and plunged inside you. It was a more intense stretch this way – his cock hit so deeply like this, filling you up with a despondency you craved.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, chest pressed to the bed.
Your thighs were eagerly spread, Jungkook’s hands on your hips while he fucked himself into you. Each time he filled you left you groaning, your pussy deliciously stretched by his massive cock.
“That’s it,” Jungkook grunted, fingers gripping your waist. “God, you take my cock so well, baby. Such a good little slut for me.”
He paused, waiting for your reaction and you moaned in response. You weren’t always in the mood, but sometimes all you wanted was to be called his filthy whore. Wanted Jungkook to use your pussy like his cum dump, fucking you over and over like he couldn’t control it.
“That’s right,” you groaned, spreading your legs wider. “All yours, baby.”
Jungkook grunted and spanked you, jolting you forward. Your ass quivered when he did this again, timing his efforts with each thrust of his cock.
“Fuck yeah, it’s for me,” he panted. “Got you on all fours like a bitch in heat. You just want to be stuffed full of cock – right, baby? Want your pussy fucked full of cum?”
“Yes,” you moaned, pushing back. “Full of your cum, Jungkook. Oh.”
“That’s right – only my cum,” he said, satisfied. “Only my dick knows how to fuck you this good.”
You moaned, unable to be more coherent than that.
“You think the rest of the floor can hear you?” Jungkook mused, his hips never wavering. “Think they can hear you moaning my name, making such a sweet mess of my cock? Think they’re all jealous they don’t have a perfect pussy like yours?”
“Fuck, Jungkook!” you gasped, arching your back.
He spanked you again. “Hope they can all hear what a perfect slut you are. How nicely you take a big cock, how much you like being fucked full of my cum.”
Reaching down, Jungkook slipped an arm under your chest. He lifted you against him, pressing his chest to yours from behind. His hips never ceased, his cock continuing to split you open while he fucked like that. You could feel yourself quivering, core clenching hard on his cock while you neared your next orgasm.
Which is why it felt so sudden when Jungkook decided to pull out.
“Jungkook!” you gasped, sagging in his hold.
Your head spun, wanting – needing – to come and if it weren’t for his arms around you, you would have collapsed to the sheets. Jungkook kissed your neck once before he turned you around and laid you down on the bed. It was necessary for him to take the lead since your thighs were still shaking.
Balancing his weight on his palms, Jungkook gave you a shy smile. “I just…” He shook his head. “I wanted to see you.”
Melting at his words, you stared back at him. His gaze was so open, so hopeful that you lifted your arms and pulled his chest down to yours.
“Wanna see you too,” you whispered, kissing him softly.
Jungkook reached down to position himself between your thighs and this time when he filled you, it felt different. He began to move slowly, rolling his hips while he kissed down your throat.
Each thrust he gave was deep, purposeful, and designed to complete you. It did – no, he did, you realized as your arms slid around him. When he fucked you like that, each roll of his hips brushed your clit and soon enough you found yourself right back on the edge.
“Jungkook,” you groaned, pressing your face to his shoulder.
Your fingers dug into his skin, hips chasing his while he buried himself inside you. Over and over, his cock hit that place deep inside which made you cry out beneath him.
“Oh,” you gasped, clutching him tighter. “Jungkook.”
Dropping to one elbow, he began to fuck you faster. Grabbing one of your knees, he hiked this over your waist and began to thrust harder, driving you towards your orgasm.
“Love you,” he murmured, hips chasing yours. “Fuck.” Jungkook sighed. “So glad I can say that now.”
“Love you too,” you whispered, fingers curling into his hair.
With each thrust he gave, you felt yourself closer to falling apart. His heat was everywhere – on your lips, on your neck, with his thick cock inside you. It was nearly unbearable, how full of him you felt.
“Jungkook,” you whimpered, burying your face in his chest. “P-please. Come inside me. Wanna feel you.”
“Yeah?” His breath hitched. “You want me to fill you up? Get this pussy all messy with my cum?”
“Please, Jungkook,” you gasped.
“You first,” he demanded, thrusting into you with an intensity which stole the breath from your lungs.
Gasping him by the shoulders, you felt yourself clench as he fucked you harder. When you came, it was with his name on your lips and his cock inside you. Feeling you clench tightly around him, Jungkook swore and gave several deep thrusts.
It was only a few seconds later you felt him release, hot spurts of cum filling up your cunt. There was so much of it, your pussy eagerly taking until it couldn’t take anymore. You felt some of it dribble out the sides, sliding to your ass from your fucked-out hole. Jungkook stayed there as long as he could, pushing his cum deeper inside you with each lazy thrust.
Your sensitivity was overwhelming but you pushed through it, wanting him to stay inside you as long as possible. Arms wrapped around him, you pulled his chest down to yours and smiled happily upwards, feeling his cock soften inside you.
Jungkook brushed a kiss to your forehead. “Y/N…”
“Yeah?”
“Can we get this other cuff off me?”
Snorting, you looked and realized he still had the cuffs attached to his left wrist. Twisting beneath him – Jungkook whined when he slipped out – you reached for the key. He immediately brightened once the cuff was released.
You grinned. “Better?”
“Better,” Jungkook said, flopping back down.
“Jungkook!” you grunted when he landed on your hips.
“Hm?”
“I need to get up.”
“No, you don’t.” He pancaked on top of you and grinned. “See? Now you’re trapped.”
Laughing, you grabbed for his bare ass. “I really have to get up,” you said. “All your cum is still inside me, Jeon.”
“Damn, okay,” he said, shaking his head. “If that’s a hint, fine. I’ll eat it out of you, just give me a minute.”
Your eyes widened, intrigued by this idea but you pushed it aside. “No – now, Jeon,” you said.
Jungkook grinned. “Alright,” he exhaled, rolling off. “But come back here soon!”
“Or else what?” you said, swinging your legs over the bed.
“Or else I’ll be lonely.”
When he exaggeratedly pouted, you laughed.
Stretching both arms overhead, you made your way towards the bathroom. Your entire body felt sated; full of that heavy-limbed sensation which only came from a mind-blowing orgasm. At the bathroom you paused and looked over your shoulder.
Jungkook remained on the bed, hair rumpled and clothing still on the floor. He looked gorgeous, but that wasn’t what first crossed your mind. The first thing you thought was you wanted more nights like this in the future.
Not just the sex part (although that would be nice), but this. Him in your bed, ready to go to sleep next to you. Ready to wake up in the morning. Laughing and talking and just being together.
It was easy to picture yourself doing this with him five years from now, twenty, even fifty. Realizing this, you paused and waited for the panic to come.
Nothing happened and after a moment, you exhaled.
Jungkook glanced up from the bed, caught you looking and smiled – which sent a wave of rightness through you. This might be it, you realized. He might be it.
Oddly enough, the thought didn’t scare you at all.
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Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading!
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Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
Warning: none
A/N: here’s some Javier fluff to soothe the wounds of “Anemone”, hope you’ll like it 😚
Summary: Javier is in love.
Javier Peña is not the type to fall in love. Not anymore.
Or so he thought.
It was his unspoken rule—never catch feelings. Javier has been burnt many times, scarred and at this point genuinely frightened of being vulnerable. To be completely rational, he was in no place of being able to afford having such a gaping weakness that could easily be used against him by Escobar's people or, even worse, the embassy.
And it's not like Javier didn’t care. He did and deeply so; he was a passionate man after all. But that was more of a common courtesy for him, his way of being polite. Caring is okay, never catching feelings, though—that was his rule.
However, it seems that every rule has its own exception. And in Javier's case, his exception was resting naked on a pillow next to him, sighing quietly in her sleep.
Javier ruffled his hair and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. Taking a drag, he still couldn't stop staring at your form sleeping soundly with your back turned to him. Something in him stung ever so gently but nevertheless painfully: you always turned away from him in your sleep. Or you would create some sort of barrier between you two, with a pillow or a blanket. Whether you did that unconsciously or not, Javier preferred not to dwell on that for too long because for some reason that made him frustratingly sad and he would just have to sit there and deal with this uncomfortable lump forming in his throat. He never understood why it affected him that much, especially when he usually left rather astonishingly soon after you fell asleep. Maybe that was one of the reasons he never stayed, he thought. Maybe you don’t want him to stay.
The cigarette didn’t bring the usual comfort, only made his throat itchy and mouth all dry and sandpapery. In disappointment, Javier put away the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand and turned back to you.
Suddenly, you moaned and moved from your side to your back, face all scrunched as if in pain. You opened your eyes rubbing a shoulder that went all stiff because you were lying down in a position that didn’t seem that unpleasant when you drifted off to sleep. The soft movement on your left caused you to sit up with a quiet shriek.
“Javier!” You were looking at him with big surprised eyes and Javier felt the warmth spreading in his chest taking in your disheveled state. Your hair was a mess, you had pillow marks on the right side of your face, and smudged makeup just added to the whole look. He couldn’t help but touch your pillow-marked cheek with his thumb.
“I’m sorry I scared you, hermosa, couldn’t sleep.”
You unconsciously leaned into his touch and nodded.
“That’s okay, I was just not… um… expecting to see you here at…” You glanced at a clock. “4 am? Wow, usually you’re gone like ten minutes after we finished having sex”, you added with a laughter. Javier’s heart sank at your words as he smiled sadly in response. Did he overstay his welcome?
“I was…” I didn’t want to leave. “I was too tired to go to my place.”
“Javi, that’s okay, you can stay, it’s not like I’m kicking you out or something,” you laughed again reaching out to touch his face but as Javier made an instinctive subtle movement to lean into your hand, you just brushed the tips of your fingers over his jaw and retracted your arm away.
You could’ve slapped him instead, it wouldn’t hurt as much.
“Go back to sleep then. We have a long day tomorrow, you know,” you offered him a gentle smile lying down and once again you turned away from him, hugging a corner of a blanket as you usually do. Javier wanted to scream in frustration. The lack of touch after you two spent half a night bodies intertwined, kissing and covering each other in lovebites was excruciating, painful even. And now he decided that he had enough.
He settled down next to you with a huff snaking his tan arm over your waist. His hand instantly found yours, clutching the blanket to your chest. As he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into the back of your neck he heard you laugh quietly.
“Javi, whatcha doing?” You inquired, amusement apparent in your voice.
“What do you think I’m doing, cariño? I’m cuddling you,” he buried his nose deeper in your hair. You giggled and shrugged from his tickling breath.
“I can feel that. I guess I’m asking what’s gotten into you? First you stayed the night, now you’re cuddling with me. This is so… unyou.” You turned around a little to look back at Javier. “Are you dying?”
Javier couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I hope not.”
But I’d be a lucky man to die in your arms, he thought.
What has gotten into him, indeed?
“Why…” Don’t ask that, don’t ask that, don’t ask that. “Why do you always turn away?”
“Huh?”
Javier sighed instantly regretting this moment of bleeding vulnerability. But he decided to proceed because, well, it was you he was vulnerable about. His hand was still covering yours as he gently stroked it with his callous thumb.
“You are distancing yourself from me, hermosa. After we have sex… you turn away from me-“ He felt you stiffen under his touch. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No, Javi, of course not,” you finally released the corner of the blanket and held onto his hand instead. “I’m- you are- God, I can’t believe I’m about to say that.”
“Say what?”
You inhaled and said words that unexpectedly for both of you came out as a whisper.
“I heard you don’t like clingy women.”
“What?”
Frowning, Javier got up on one elbow and turned you to look at him. You smiled awkwardly avoiding looking him directly in the eyes.
“I heard that you don’t like when women are clingy. So I am… giving you space.”
The way you said that, the way you bit your lower lip and cringed at your own words made Javier feel as if someone punched him right in the guts.
He remembered a dumb drunken conversation he had with Murphy one night at the local bar. It was soon after you two started this whole “friends with benefits” thing going. As an assistant, you weren’t usually invited to these sort of afterwork shenanigans, they were mostly reserved for agents. But that time Javier insisted on picking you up after work and bringing you along as he, Murphy and a couple of other agents were sitting at the bar and drinking their problems away. That’s when Javier mentioned that stupid thing about how he liked to have his space and he didn’t like being clung onto after the deed is done. As always, you, being your wonderful considerate and thoughtful self, took into account this little careless remark of his and gave him space which he never wanted in the first place… not from you, at least.
Javier pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a quiet “fuck” under his breath. You sighed.
“I’m sorry, Javier, I wouldn’t have brought this up, I mean you asked, I answered. Let’s not dwell on this,” you said trying to seem indifferent. You didn’t even have time to react when Javier jolted up and pulled you up with him, cupping your face with his large palms. You had never seen him like this before, desperate and… hurt?
“Hermosa… mi alma… mi corazon… mi amor…” Each word was followed by a soft kiss on your face. “I am sorry, I didn’t… I never meant that. I want your touch, I crave it every night, and it kills me when I have to leave. I want you, I want to stay with you, and I- I want us to be something more if… if you want this, too.”
His monologue left you speechless. You never expected to be awarded with such an unrefined tenderness from Javier, at least, you never thought you’d be on the receiving end. After a brief second of staring into his almost dejected with anticipation eyes, you decided to let go of the constraints you put yourself in and launched yourself onto Javier pulling you both to plump back on the bed. This caused Javier to let out a laugh under you, you had never seen him laughing like that before, beaming with carefree boyish charm.
“I am actually very clingy, Javier, you better not regret letting me go on my merry way,” you warned him as you looked down at him and started covering his face in kisses.
Javier felt the soul-crushing wave of unspeakable tenderness when he felt your unfettered touch that he craved for so long. In a sudden swift motion Javier flipped you both over and now it was him hovering over you, brown eyes gleaming like you had never imagined them to.
“I would never, hermosa, but I’m pretty sure I am the clingy one.”
Javier Peña was not the type to fall in love. But maybe he is now.
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Episode Review: ‘Together Again’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 3)
Airdate: May 20, 2021
Story by: Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, Christina Catucci, Jesse Moynihan, Adam Muto
Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Iggy Craig, Maya Petersen, Serena Wu
Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)
Across Adventure Time’s ten season run, the show explored a bevy of “mature” themes and story ideas—topics, like love, sexuality, depression, and grieving. The show also touched upon death, but the emphasis was usually placed on the emotional toll of a loved one dying, not really what happens when you die. We knew there were Dead Worlds and Death. We knew that there was reincarnation. But how does it all fit together? What does it mean? How does it work?
With “Together Again,” we finally have many of the answers.
This special opens with a marvelous fake-out episode simply called “Finn & Jake,” that sees the two steal a magical cartoon of 50-flavor ice cream before rescuing Turtle Princess and LSP from the clutches of the villainous Ice King. This is all deliberately anachronistic and over the top. Ice King is back to his season one ways, Finn has both arms, and he is still wielding his golden sword that he lost in season two’s “The Real You.” There’s lolrandom dialogue and silly monsters; it’s like a parody of seasons 1-2. But then, this adventure starts to get all wonky, and in time Finn realizes that he is in a some sort of trance or illusion: one that ends with Jake being buried in the ground. Suddenly, Finn awakens from his reverie. He’s an old man. And he’s dead. We’re then presented with a new title card that lets us know the episode is actually called “Finn & Jake Are Dead.”
Holy Glob! They actually went there.
Turns out Jake died years before Finn, so naturally Finn is super excited to see his best bud. But something’s wrong—he cannot find Jake!! They planned to spend eternity together. But all that Finn can find is his very own psychopomp, Mr. Fox (voiced by Tom Herpich, whose purposefully stilted line readings are the epitome of delightful). Finn rightfully assumes that Jake is in a different Dead World, and so, being the ball of spunk and energy that he is, he demands to meet with Death, only to discover that there’s a New Death in town (voiced by Chris Fleming). The episode eventually explains that New Death was the son of Death and Life, and after New Death killed his father, he became the sovereign of the afterlife. New Death hates his job and decides to just blow up all the Dead Worlds so he doesn’t have to deal with it all. (I won’t get too much into the details here, because there would be a lot of story to parse out.)
Finn soon learns that Jake has reached nirvana in the 50th Dead World, where there is nothing but peace and serenity. Finn nevertheless tracks down Jake, pulls him from paradise, but in doing so, accidentally lets New Death in, who promptly obliterates Elysium, sending all the enlightened souls—including those from different levels of the afterlife—to the 1st Dead World. This gronks up the afterlife, temporarily halting the reincarnation process.
Well, Finn and Jake are rightfully ticked, and so they haunt the material plane looking for Princess Bubblegum. She’s not home (more on that later), but Peppermint Butler is! After Ghost Finn and Ghost Jake explain the situation, Peppermint Butler tells them what to do: They need to find Life and explain the situation. The duo manage just that, and Life is rightfully angry that her kid has stopped the transmigration of souls. After Life gives Finn a McGuffin sword that can hurt Death, Finn and Jake return to his abode. A brawl ensues wherein we learn that New Death has been possessed… by none other than that spirit of the Lich.
That’s right, it’s the Lich! He’s back, and boy is he evil.
The Lich explains that by possessing Death, he can destroy the afterlife, thereby destroying a key aspect of reality. Naturally, Finn and Jake are not cool with this, and they engage in combat. After Mr. Fox grabs the McGuffin sword and uses it to annihilate the Lich and New Death, he is proclaimed the New New Death and sets everything right. Finn is slated to be reincarnated, and Jake is slated to return to the 50th Dead World where he and Finn will one day be reunited. As Finn is pulled into the wheel of souls, Jake suddenly decides to go back with Finn, too, “Just for fun.” The episode ends with a card letting us know that the episode is neither called “Finn & Jake” nor “Finn & Jake Are Dead.” Instead, it is “Finn and Jake Are Together Again.”
As they say, “And there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”
If you were to tell me several years ago that the last episode to star Finn and Jake would revolve around them dying, I think I would’ve been upset. Not simply sad, but rather frustrated because “they all died” can feel like a cheap ending. But with “Together Again,” it all works. And a large reason that it works is because the show goes all in with their ideas. Finn and Jake don’t magically leap back into their old life (no, no, they very much do bite the dust). Instead, the special emphasizes the cyclical nature of life through the transmigration of souls. The episode ends with a beautiful scene of Finn and Jake, bound together as soul-brothers, being reborn into a new, mysterious (possibly Ooo 1000+?) world. It’s both aesthetically and emotionally pleasing; it doesn’t feel off the way over finales might. This is right. This is the way life works. “Round and round as nature goes,” and all that jazz.
I loved the series explanation of how death works. It seems that souls land in a specific Dead World, where they ‘marinate’ for a bit, presumably being rewarded or punished based on their life in our meat reality. After a time, they are then reborn. This process repeats, with each soul reaching higher and higher levels of enlightenment until they hit nirvana, which is the 50th Dead World. So in a sense, Adventure Time has a roughly Buddhist cosmology with a dash of Greco-Roman mythos thrown in for flavor. (As to what happens after a soul stays in the 50th Dead World for a long period is anyone’s guess, but I’d speculate that when all the souls in the multiverse have been purified and land in the 50th Dead World, they will all collapse into one another and form one perfect Monad. Perhaps this is the sphere of perfection that the beings who merged into Matthew thought they were connecting to? Who knows! It’s anyone’s guess!) I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see who Death, Prismo, Life, etc.’s boss was, but perhaps that’s a mystery better left up to the imagination!
One minor thing that I loved about this special was the number of characters who made cameos as well as all the callbacks that were made to previous episodes. Regarding the former: Finn and Jake’s canine family show up (including the oft-forgotten Jermaine!), as do Tree Trunks and her myriad husbands. Tiffany plays a major role in all these shenanigans as a “death cop” of all things. There is a delightful rogues gallery stuck in the 1st Dead World (including, among others, Maja, Sharon from “The Gut Grinder,” and Wyatt). In the 50th we find Ghost Princess and Clarence happily at peace next to Booshy, the weird spirit mentioned in the Pen Ward classic “High Strangeness.” As far as callbacks go, perhaps my favorite is the clap (from “James Baxter the Horse”) that Jake taught to Finn in case they ever do get separated in the afterlife. And of course, there are myriad references made to “Death in Bloom,” the episode that planted the seed for what this would grow into.
Going into the special suspecting that it would involve Death, I was curious how they were going to handle Miguel Ferrer’s character. (In case a reader is not aware, Ferrer played Death in episodes like “Death in Bloom” and “Betty,” but he sadly passed away a few years ago). The producers’ choice to feature him in a non-speaking cameo—despite playing a relatively significant role in the story—was wise; I’m not sure if I can articulate the exact reasons, but something about his role felt appropriate and not gross, as some post-mortem memorials can be. Speaking of which, the wonderful, lovely Polly Lou Livingston was featured for the last time in this episode as Tree Trunks, happily in heaven with her literal harem of husbands. It was funny, it really was, and I’m sure that Polly Lou would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing it on screen. (Also, this is a pro-Tree Trunks safe space. Any Tree Trunks haters will be chucked into the 1st Dead World with Wyatt.)
The biggest mystery in this whole thing, for me at least, is the question of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Several years ago, I wrote an essay about what could’ve happened to them in the Ooo 1000+ universe. I speculated that they peaced out and left Ooo behind. In this special, neither Bubblegum nor Marceline are to be found in the Candy Kingdom—Peppermint Butler seems to be the one in charge, given that he is now wearing Bubblegum’s crown. Likewise, the duo aren’t anywhere in the Dead Worlds either. Maybe the two of them skipped town and got a duplex in the Nightosphere? Who knows… I just want my favorite gals to be OK!
All things considered, “Together Again” was a marvel: An episode that managed to feel like a series finale even more than “Come Along with Me” already did without taking away from the series itself. An episode that managed to make the idea of dying funny. An episode that brought back the Lich in a way that wasn’t forced. An episode that made Mr. Fox the New New Death. An episode that gave us a beautiful ending to Finn and Jake’s story… as well as the beautiful beginning to a new one. I said it on Twitter, and I’ll say it again here: “Together Again” was the end of a sentence in a book with infinite pages. Truly, the fun will never end.
Mushroom War evidence: Everything takes place in the Dead Worlds, so not really. Perhaps a more eagle-eyed viewer can inform us...
Final Grade: That’s right, I’m gonna do it...
Post-script, I actually messaged Jesse Moynihan to ask about his writing credit. He told me that it was for an unused story idea that he had developed. I’m not certain, but I’ll bet it was a part of the cancelled TV movie they were trying to make during season 5, since that would’ve seen Finn and Orgalorg journey to the various Dead Worlds.
#adventure time#adventuretime#atimers#at#atdl#distant lands#adventure time distant lands#finn the human#jake the dog#together again#togetheragain#dead worlds#hanna k. nyström#Hanna K#adam muto#jack pendarvis
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As the first member of your family to go to college. There was a lot of pressure on you. You had known work your entire life, and now was no exception. Your parents hustled, and sent you spare change every month, but that didn’t stop you from having two jobs.
After your first semester of disappointing grades. You realized that the only way to save your gpa was to get a roommate, and relieve yourself of some of the financial burden you were struggling with. That’s where Riley came in. After he moved into the apartment you now shared. You were able to quit one of your jobs and focus more of your time on studies. Riley was, well beautiful. He played on the schools football team, which gave a nice strong build, and an admirable ass.
The first time you met Riley. Was a little awkward, as a timid gay man you usually didn’t talk to the jocks around campus, because it felt a little dangerous. Conversing with Riley was strenuous. You were so unsure of what to say, or feel. But Riley was sweet, for the most part at least. The first day you two hung around the apartment together he said,
“Up high!” Before stretching his arm as vertically as he could, and shoving your face in his pit. At the time you didn’t know how to react, other than to hide the way your dick sprung from the ripe smell of his armpit. He laughed it off, but you thought about it for the next couple of nights. Little did you know this was the sort of behavior you’d grow used to. After weeks of living together you were able to successfully evade any unwanted erections from coming to Riley’s attention. He kept up with his shenanigans. Not flushing the toilet, tea-bagging you, rubbing his musty body on you and even sitting on you once when you were laying on the couch. Not to mention the countless amounts of times he had burped, or farted in your direction, or directly onto your body. It wasn’t all cruel tricks though. To your surprise you two got along well. You and Riley had study sessions together whenever there were tests coming up, and you were both off of work.
Today you two scheduled to study together. You decided to read ahead while waiting for him to get back home from work. You heard the door click open, and Riley walked in. He looked tired, and sweaty. The glistening on his forehead made you bite your lip. You tried not to lust over him, but to live with someone so attractive, and not crave their body was more difficult than not. The way he walked, the way his body stunk up the entire apartment after football practice, the way he was so arrogant yet charming. He was a good friend too, and very understanding. Other than the overall stinky nature of his body, and habits he was a perfect roommate.
As Riley walked it you waved at him, and he smiled back at you.
“These damn exams are killing me man,” he complained as he walked over to his closet You each had a closet. Barely big enough to stand in, but you made do, and put curtains in front of the doors. To provide some privacy in order for you to get dressed.
“Good thing you have such a great study partner,” you joked back sarcastically. Riley laughed a little, and then dissappeared behind the curtain, and after a few moments returned completely naked. You were distracted by your book, but you looked up to the sound of him clearing his throat aggressively. Everything was perfect. A pair of somewhat saggy and full balls hung behind a flaccid yet impressive uncut cock, and a stomach that wasn’t a perfect six pack, but didn’t need to be, because the fat that clung to his bones sat in all the right places. His chest was perky, and muscular further extenuating his big arms and shoulders. Seeing him naked wanted to make you melt into him. You nearly drooled at first sight, but quickly tried to stop before things got weird between the two of you,
“Ew man put some clothes on. I don’t like the way your dick is eyeing me.” You both chuckled, and then Riley responded with,
“What, you don’t like what you see?” He had turned around now. He was playing with his ass. Massaging his cheeks, and allowing his fat to jiggle. You were transfixed, until an all too familiar sound startled you,
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“Ahh, man I’ve been holding that in all day,” he moaned. Clearly relieved to decompress. In the comfort of his home.
“Great. Can we get to work?” You replied a little annoyed. As much as you wished that fart were ballooning your cheeks, and sliding down your throat. You were genuinely concerned about this test that was coming up. Riley just looked at you and sighed. He moved towards his closet, and just before going in he stopped and pulled his cheeks apart. You stared at his hole. Watching as if almost in slow motion. His hole pulsed, and then slowly,
BBbBBrRRFfTt
The scent was faint, from the distance, but you could tell it was rank. He then stepped into the closet, and got dressed in a pair of briefs, and a pair of tight, short, shorts. When he walked out you eyed him without hesitation. He was looking for his books, and not paying attention to you. After finally finding his study materials, he sat across from you on the other side of your coffee table. You two sat on the floor. It was comfy enough, and provided enough room to spread out all of your materials. Once he settled on the ground you watched as he leaned to one side and,
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The fart echoed off the floor. Lasting 5 seconds it was loud, and rancid. It smelt very meaty, and had you been anyone else it probably could’ve cleared you out of the room.
“Sheesh. You’re going to disturb the downstairs neighbors,” you complained jokingly. Riley just laughed and said,
“Bonus points of they’re eating.”
“Ew,” you groaned in response, and tried to get back to the task at hand when again,
ppRrRFfFtTTaAaaRrTtT
You looked at Riley fake annoyed.
“What I’m sorry man. I’m really gassy today, and I couldn’t fart at work,” he apologized.
“Whatever,” you quickly grumbled, before continuing with your lesson.
“So when writ-“
PPpHHhlLaArRTttSss
“Is cutting off our limited study time getting you off,” you said getting genuinely annoyed now.
“No, but I could find myself getting off on cutting off your air,” Riley joked menacingly.
“What?” You asked genuinely confused. Riley then stated,
“I mean my ass your face. My farts your air.”
“Don’t even-“ you tried to get up, but before you could even get on your feet. Riley pounced on you. Wrestling you roughly into submission, until he finally got you in position. He was on his knees. Straddling your face with his thighs, and his crotch reaching just over your bottom lip.
“Ok. Riley get off. We get it. You are more physically athle-“
BbbRrRaaPpPTt
He ripped a gnarly 4 second fart that rumbled on your chest and burned your nostrils.
“Riley p-“
ppPFfFRrRtT
“Stop,” you screamed as you slapped his thighs. You could feel his dick growing over your face in his shorts. The smell had gotten so rancid that you started to cough. Choking on the putrid stench of Riley’s rotten bowels that stunk of spoiled meat, and curdled cheese. No doubt the scent of a college jocks ass.
Your dick was painfully erect. Maybe it was from the lightheadedness, or maybe it was from the complete arousal you felt being pinned between his legs stuck to endure his awful farts. All you knew was that there was no way of hiding the boner that resided behind his fat ass.
PhHHRRrfftTt
“Ahh, sniff it. I love to hear you gag.” Riley began to rub his ass and crotch back and forth. Engraining his stink on your face.
“Fuckk,” he moaned as he placed his hole over your nose.
ppPFfRrtT
His airy little toot warmed up your face quite a bit. You began to gag at the intense stench that lingered over your nose. After retching a few times Riley finally stood up. He stood over you with his feet on either side of your shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That was too far,” Riley apologized. You could clearly see he meant it, but it was sudden, and kind of unexpected. Riley always did stuff like this. Maybe not this intense, but it wasn’t the first time you had choked on one of his farts. You weren’t even mad. You were just trying to find a way to hide your boner.
“Listen. I’ve gotta be honest. I have a huge crush on you, and the only way I knew how to keep it casual between us was to gross you out, but I can’t do it anymore.” You looked up at him shocked. He had a crush on you? You laughed thinking it was a joke, but when he flashed a look of confusion, you realized that he was being serious. Riley smiled anxiously, and started to nervously laugh. Clearly trying to lighten the mood, as he was unsure of what you were feeling, but you felt the same. Beyond physical attraction Riley was respectful, helpful, smarter than you’d imagine, and yes he was sloppy at times, but it was endearing. Unsure of what to do you didn’t speak, but instead you sat up and rubbed his dick, cradling it in your right hand. It was clearly trying to grow erect, but thwarted by the fabric of his briefs and shorts. He looked down at you with a twinkle in his eyes, and that’s when you knew for a fact that it wasn’t some practical joke. He wanted you, and you so desperately craved him. With a swift movement of your left hand you grabbed at his waistband, and began to slowly pull it down. He stuck his thumbs in the back of his shorts, and helped you to pull them over his voluptuous ass. You let go of his dick, and placed your right hand on the waistband. Reaching further back. You gently rubbed his thigh all the way down to his ankle as you pulled his clothes off of him. Feeling the hair on his legs glide against your hands, and watching as his erect penis shot out of his clothes. Once all the way down, he moved to get his shorts and underwear from around his feet, and placed them on the couch behind you. You simply gawked as his manhood swung, almost hypnotically in front of your eyes. He looked down at you. Riley looked so focused. His gaze could cut a diamond. As he stood straight back up. You stared back into his eyes, and all of their intensity. While staring into his eyes. You maneuvered yourself onto your knees, and knelt over to his feet. Lightly sniffing, and then kissing them. You then traced his body with your hands as you made your way up to his dick. Fully erect, you wanted nothing more than to please him, so you did. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, and began to lick. You heard loud moans come from above you, and you could feel his knees getting weak.
“You know I don’t mind the stink,” you said taking his dick out of your mouth.
“It was kind of hot. I always hid my boner, cause I thought you were straight,” you continued.
“Are you saying my dick stinks?” Riley joked, as he slowly made his way down to his knees.
“Yeah you need to showe-“ Riley didn’t let you finish. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It was slobbery, and wet. You didn’t mind. There was something so attractive about his ability to be as carefree and disgusting, yet make it cute.
Riley pulled away, and looked down at your body. He started to take off your shirt. He was gentle, and sensual. He took his time, and kissed your chest as he pulled the shirt over your face. making his way down your body. He pushed you onto the floor, where you were now laying on your back. With him on top of you. He smiled at you as he made his way down your torso stroking his dick as he inched backwards towards your cunt. With the same carefulness, but more rapid. Riley took off your sweatpants, and underwear.
“You know I never could stand those sweatpants,” he said lightly, smirking at you. He began to stroke his cock again, and he used his now free hand to rub your hole. Spitting on it, and sticking his fingers inside of you. You yelped as he shoved his second, third and then fourth finger in your hole stretching you out.
“Does it hurt,” he mumbled softly. You nodded your head yes, which prompted him to then ask,
“Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head no in response. Of course you didn’t want him to stop. The feeling of his fingers filling your hole, and rubbing your ass was heavenly.
“Can I put my dick inside of you?”
You nodded your head yes, and watched as he slowly moved his member down to your hole. He rubbed it against the outside of your anus. Grinding it up and down. Until he finally slid it in. You both let out a moan, as his dick passed the barrier of your asshole and entered the threshold of your insides. He began to thrust into you. Slowly at first, but he gradually got faster and rougher. You moaned in ecstasy as his pelvis clapped against the bottom of your thighs. Riley laughed as he looked into your eyes. His face was full of happiness. He smiled as he inhaled. Breathing heavy, he held squeezed legs and squinted. Contorting his face in a manner that made you think he was ready to cum, but instead,
bbBlLlSsSPPsStTtssrRrPptT
You came as the fart rang out. The pure stink that Riley had trapped you in as he fucked you was beautiful. It was a loud 10 second fart, and it pushed its way out of his clenched ass. Riley laughed hysterically, which was replaced momentarily by ooh’s and moans.
“Fuckk.” You felt his body tense as he came inside of you.
“Fuuuckkk.” You felt him pull out, his cum followed, and oozed out of your anus. Riley took large breaths, nearly gasping for air.
“They don’t teach you breath control?” You teased. He just replied with a smile, and laid down on top of you.
You could feel his warm sweat melt into your skin, as the two of you embraced on the floor with him on top of you. He was kind of heavy, but you didn’t mind. You found his weight comforting. Not to mention the fact that you were trapped in his musk. His body smelled so manly, and ripe. It wasn’t the last time you two came that night, and it wasn’t the last study date to go rogue
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For the fic requests? I just love Ben and Devi when they're bantering! Maybe something with that? I need something light and happy until season 3 lol
“Boom! I finished my homework in record time, suck on that, Gross!”
“You’re kidding yourself, Devi,” Ben smirked. “I already finished my homework thirty minutes ago.”
“Joke’s on you,” Devi folded her arms and leaned back onto his headboard. “I finished my English extra credit assignment too.”
“Damnit,” Ben curses under his breath, then exhales to calm himself down. Not to brag, but he learned mindfulness techniques from an exclusive Zoom workshop by… Oh, wait. This was his narration. He didn’t need to brag. “Well whatever, I beat you in the debate tournament today so technically, I was just letting you catch up.”
“You’re just jealous because you know I’m more efficient than you.” Devi turns up her cute little nose triumphantly, and Ben’s heart bursts in his chest.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch a few episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians to reward myself for a job well done.”
“Again, Devi?” Ben groans. He usually found her reality TV obsession and colorful commentary endearing, but this was her fourth rewatch of the week. Vanderpump Rules was way better, but she refused to watch it because of how much he mentioned he’d been to her restaurant. (Whoops, here he was mentioning it again. Maybe he did bring it up too much) “You know, Khloe’s not that great. She ate way too many crab puffs at my dad’s holiday party for his clients.”
“You housed two double doubles right after school today.”
“Hey, I need that protein to stay jacked!”
“Whatever, dude. Anyway, can I watch here on my laptop while you scroll Rick and Morty theories?”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Ben blinks. Why didn’t Devi want to watch with him? Coming up with Rick and Morty theories was something he did when he got lonely, and well… he wasn’t alone right now. He didn’t want peruse Reddit by himself when he could have been hanging out with her, babbling about how Kris Jenner was the ideal businesswoman. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted to watch alone, I can get out of your hair if you need…” He turns over to get his laptop and leave when Devi senses his hurt and rests her hand on his arm.
“Ben, you don’t have to leave,” Devi softens a bit as she sits up in bed. Her eyes widen as she speaks, her voice fluctuating up and down. As annoying as she could be, Ben loved listening to her talk. Whether she was angry, sad, happy, or annoyed, she was always vibrant and lively. Ben, a quiet, lonely kid most of the time, loved being around that energy. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to watch because you don’t like it.”
“I’ll still watch with you, Devi,” A wave of affection comes over him as he watches her blush. He seizes onto his emotions, weaves his hands in Devi’s hair and presses a deep kiss into her forehead. She stutters after, and he’s happy and embarrassed at the same time. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He’d never been so affectionate with Shira, but then again, he didn’t have the same level of feelings he held for Devi. He’d known her all his life and he never expected to like her the way he’d started to in the past couple months, even though she made some, dare we say, questionable decisions. Now even with all her shenanigans, he couldn’t even imagine life with her when she left for India in a couple weeks. “Who else will I go to for colorful commentary on Kim’s social media presence when you move at the end of the semester?”
“Why are you so nice to me?” Devi’s voice cracks as she plays with the corner of his silk pillowcase. Ben conceals his surprise as tears gush out her eyes. It’s okay, he rationalized, calming his initial worry down. She was probably going through a lot, with spreading her dad’s ashes and moving to India and leaving everything she knew behind. Ben wouldn’t be handling it the news well if he was her, too. “All I do is trash your In N Out order and rub my homework efficiency skills in your face.”
“Devi, you deserve someone who’s nice to you.” He assures, and he really means it. She could be difficult and capricious, but she was kind, caring, and felt deeply, just like he did. She deserved to be with someone who treated her well. Ben couldn’t wait to be that person, even as she moved across the world. He was already ordering going away gifts for things she couldn’t get in India and learned how to make the Meat Lover’s Omelet for her and had Patty set up care packages he could send her the first week she was there. He wanted to be a good boyfriend to her. “And honestly… I like that we challenge each other the way we do. Remember how many trash bags we filled up yesterday?”
“Honestly we turned that damn park into Walden Pond,” Devi sniffled and wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve. Ben pats away the rest as more come and smiles softly at her. “But I definitely filled up more than you.”
“Eh, I’ll let you have it. Although there’s no way all those headshots could’ve filled up an entire trash bag.”
“Shut up, Ben you know I beat you,” Devi laughs hoarsely through her snot and punches him in the arm. She calms down for a moment, then leans forward and kisses him again through her damp eyes. Ben holds her closely to him and gives her another kiss on the forehead . Devi lets out a little noise of happiness and pulls up the Kardashians on her laptop. He loved holding her like this, and wanted to cherish every moment of their time before she left- that is, until he sees he’s trying to convert her to a Kardashian lover.
“Seriously, Devi? We’re going back to season one?”
“You need to understand their origin stories!”
#okay this is a lil sad#because devi starts crying *actually* because she's cheating on him#but I wanted to play with ben's perception of her sadness#and there's some banter in there! lol#hope you like!#ask#answered#mine#ben x devi#never have i ever
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owl house, understanding willow & i was a teenage abomination spoilers!!
im literally in class & confused asf but i just wanna talk about willow for a second.
from the beginning when luz first sees her she’s both intrigued and curious about this “little witch girl.” just an innocent witch, nothing special. we can tell from the beginning that willow is a very kindhearted person. you see her accidentally stepping on a plant, and then apologizing and tending it. if we put ourselves into luz’s place, so far we can tell that this is an ordinary witch.
then we see where things sort of went downhill, when amity flew by and said some “not so nice things” to the girl. we can see her easily getting frustrated and having an outrage of emotion. this can tell us that willow “cracks easily.” right after amity leaves, we see her using her plant magic, her emotions flaring up. she’s definitely angry and that affects her plant magic.
however,
when she sees luz stumble out of the bushes, she softens immediately. she settles down and rushes over to the girl, chrcking to see if she’s hurt. she quickly gets excited after realizing that our protagonist is indeed, a human.
we can definitely tell that even from the start, willow has had a soft spot for luz.
later in the episode, after they get into trouble with bump, the witch tells luz to run, and uses her outstanding plant magic to protect her, even though what she done could’ve gotten her expelled- and if she hadn’t been strong enough, she could’ve gotten hurt. its outstanding that she was willing to sacrifice her education and maybe her life? for this human girl she met just hours ago.
this tells us that willow gets attached to others easily, and later in the season, we might see her having commitment issues. she might even get jealous, seeing now that in the new episodes, luz is getting along with amity more and more.
we can tell willow is a strong character, both emotionally and physically. like in understanding willow, the inner willow has such an outrageous blossoming of anger that permanent damage could’ve been done to some of the characters. if that was the inner willow being truly angry, i don’t want to imagine what the actual willow would be like if she got pissed off. and she just might, in the future, with all of boscha’s shenanigans and stuff.
enjoy me blabbing i just want some more character development for willow okay.
#the owl house#willow park#luz noceda#amity blight#toh theories#the owl house theories#the owl house willow#amity#luz#understanding willow#i was a teenage abomination#the owl house spoilers#toh spoilers
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Hardly A Date
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A/N: Hello lovelies! I’m sorry this took me so long. This has been a very awkward week. I was sad and I tried to dump my feelings into writing, but sometimes it’s not that easy...ugh I’m sorry. I hope you like this one. It was requested a while ago. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Also, I gave reader the physical characteristics of Lily Potters for (insert some good reasons). So, I am sorry if it’s not as immersive as it could have been.
Dearest anon requester, I’m sorry this took me so long. Let me know if you read it and like it (I really wish you do).
Draco x Potter! Reader (she/her)
Word count: 2735
Summary: Draco has a crush on Harry’s twin sister, who resembles Lily Potter.
Enjoy!
Harry sulked all the way to potions class. It was the first day of fifth year and his twin sister, (Y/N), was getting too much attention for his liking. He had always thought his sister was beautiful, but now every boy in school seemed to have realized it as well. Over the summer, she had grown taller and curvier. Her red hair had darkened a bit more. She wore it long, which framed her face delightfully. The resemblances to their mother was such that not even aunt Petunia could deny it. It made her harsher towards (Y/N), but not even that dampened the girl’s spirits.
(Y/N) felt confident as she walked by her brother. Since they set foot on Hogwarts, she had been the more popular twin thanks to her kindness and vivaciousness. She paid no mind to the looks and laughed at her brother’s overprotectiveness. As the Fab Four sat at the very front, as per Hermione’s request, (Y/N) felt something hit her in the head. Her hands searched the back of her hair and grabbed the paper crane that landed on her head. She turned around to find the one and only Draco Malfoy staring at her wide-eyed. He had sent the bird as a taunt to her twin brother and in no way had intended for it to hit her. The thought of her seeing the cruel drawing inside the bird made his stomach churn.
Draco was transfixed. It was the first time he saw her since last year and her striking green eyes were doing wicked tricks to his heart. Since year one, he had a crush on her. He thought those who didn’t acknowledge her beauty should be burned at the stake. A year before, the blond had simmered in jealousy when he saw her at the Yule Ball with her brother, but that image paled in comparison to seeing her now. He cringed as she turned around, opening the paper crane.
Just as she did, Snape came in to the classroom. He was not in a good mood and it only got worse when he saw (Y/N) Potter sitting on the front row. She was scribbling something on a piece of parchment. She was the spitting image of Lily Evans during her schooldays, back when they were still friends and he clang to the sliver of hope that she’d love him like he did. It was almost painful to see his student. Her presence soured his mood even more, so he decided he was not putting up with it.
“Eva– I mean, Potter,” he said, motioning to (Y/N), “change places with Goyle.”
(Y/N)’s gaze went back, once again, to the back of the room, where the Slytherins sat. Gregory Goyle was sitting just besides Draco. She stood up silently and put her things in her bag. Harry groaned lowly.
“I’m definitely failing now,” he murmured.
(Y/N) gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s going to be alright, Harry. You’re good at this.”
“Never as good as you, sis,” he countered, “And if that prick does something to you I am going to kill him.”
She rolled her eyes in response and dramatically bid her brother goodbye. She walked all the way to the back of the room, where a very embarrassed Draco Malfoy waited for her. She greeted him cordially as she took her place. Draco and (Y/N) hadn’t crossed more than ten words at a time. She was not a hothead like Harry, so she hardly gave in to the taunting. At times, when he said something particularly nasty, she’d snap. Her comebacks were intelligent and sharp and often than not he’d be to flustered to answer. So, they were not on good terms, but not on a “I want to burn you alive and dance over your ashes” basis.
“I believe this is yours, Malfoy,” she said coolly after handing him the paper crane.
The Slytherin swallowed hard and took the bird from her hands without saying a word. He listened intently as Snape gave the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her flipping through the pages in her book until she settled on the one with the recipe for the draught of peace.
They brewed the potion in silence. Draco was enamoured by (Y/N)’s gentleness and the way she’d handle everything with the utmost care. She was also unnaturally kind, as she didn’t seem bitter at him for the paper crane or anything, really. It was a relief.
“Are you sure we have to powder the unicorn horn?” He didn’t intend for it to come out as mean, but it sure sounded like that.
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him, and theatrically put more pressure on her mortar. Her lips turned into a mischievous smirk and Draco had to stop what himself from putting too much powdered moonstone into the cauldron.
“I recall you saw me read the instructions,” she answered matter-of-factly.
Draco scratched the back of his neck. He took a deep breath and nodded at her sheepishly. “Just checking,” he murmured.
“You should check your hands before adding the ingredients,” she teased as she pointed at the moonstone.
He smiled and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Are you suggesting that I don’t know what I’m doing?”
“I suggest nothing, Malfoy. I affirm.”
Draco was about to answer, finding the playful banter amusing, when Snape scolded them from his desk. Assuming they had been bickering, Harry turned around, shooting daggers at the blond and giving her sister encouragement she didn’t need. (Y/N) shrugged and, after her twin turned around, smiled kindly at Draco. After that, they worked mechanically. As their potion turned into the desired turquoise blue colour, (Y/N) even concluded that they were a good team.
As Snape approached to their desk, (Y/N) noticed how he didn’t even spare her a glance. He talked to Draco and asked him questions about the process. And when he gave them their well-deserved O, it was Draco he congratulated. (Y/N) said nothing of it, but found it frustrating. When he walked away, she released the breath she always held when he graded her and started packing.
Before she left, she flashed her classmate yet another impish grin. “I exhort you to open that paper crane.”
Once she was gone, the Slytherin opened the folded bird to find her intervention to his work. He had drawn Harry being hit by a thunder and falling off his broom. She had altered it for it to be him, falling and hitting the ground wrapped in a cloud of dust. It was so well done, Draco couldn’t be offended.
…
For the next two months, (Y/N) and Draco worked together in potions. Every time, they’d engage in small talk and friendly banter. He marvelled at her wittiness and her sense of humour. He loved it when she got dramatic and made theatrical gestures or used aristocratic language just because. Draco was falling hard and fast for the redhaired Potter.
It actually made him wonder over the nature of his hatred for her twin brother. He found her funny and charming. He felt so at peace when they spent time together. And then there was Harry Potter, who he found utterly irritating, brash and self-righteous. He didn’t understand how they could possibly be related. She was amazing in absolutely every way he was faulty.
Maybe he didn’t particularly hate Harry? And why didn’t he ‘hate’ (Y/N) anyways? She was just as self-righteous as her brother. They were practically joined at the hip and she was always involved in the same shenanigans as Harry was. They had the same eyes. Why hate them in one and love them in the other? What was the real reason for him to go out of his way to torment (Y/N)’s twin and friends?
Deep down he knew.
These thoughts consumed him as he did his rounds for the inquisitorial squad. At first, he had joined Umbridge’s team because he wanted the authority and for a while he enjoyed it. Then, (Y/N) and Harry got punished by their sadistic teacher and he no longer wore his badge with pride. He knew they were up to something, but seeing (Y/N)’s swollen hand during their next potion class was enough to feel ashamed of his position.
Draco was just about to go to his common room, when somebody collided with him. He was too deep in his thoughts to feel the rush of getting someone in trouble. And then noticed the deep red hair and the scared green eyes. His heart started beating hard on his chest.
(Y/N) was absolutely terrified. She hadn’t realized it was Draco at first; she was running as fast as she could from the room of requirement. Usually, she left D.A. meetings with Harry, but today he was playing Don Juan with Cho Chang and everyone else was gone. She was good at sneaking around. She was halfway there when she saw Peeves and decided to make a run for it before he saw her and woke the whole castle.
That’s how she had ended practically in Draco’s arms. She was sweaty and out of breath and now she had to deal with the Slytherin prince. He was nice to her in potions, but she wasn’t sure that was enough to get her off the hook. (Y/N) imagined herself getting another detention with Umbridge and it made her want to cry.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said as he grabbed her face tenderly.
For a second there, she thought she was hallucinating. She looked at him, eyes still teary, but also full of confusion. He smiled awkwardly, suddenly self-conscious of their position.
“A-Are you alright?”
“Just a bit agitated.” She tried to be as casual as possible.
“Let me walk you to your common room. That way nobody else will get you in trouble,” he said, offering her arm to her.
Draco knew that she was up to something. If he wanted to, he could’ve gotten all the dirt on their little secret society. She would’ve been in a lot of trouble and he’d be the hero of the school. He said nothing, though, especially because she was holding onto his arm for dear life. They walked peacefully towards the Gryffindor common room and with every step he could only think about the idea that had been brewing in his mind for a while.
(Y/N) thought she was in the most ridiculous situation. She was a member of Dumbledore’s Army and he was Umbridge’s minion. He could’ve gotten her, her brother and friends in trouble, which was what he had wanted to do since their first day in Hogwarts. And here they were, arms linked as he escorted her to safety.
Suddenly, they stood in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait. (Y/N) looked at Draco with gratitude. He nodded and offered her a smile. With trembling fingers, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Draco noticed (Y/N) blushing a little.
“(Y/N)…there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said, the sudden rush of confidence making him lightheaded.
“Yes?”
“Would you go to the next Hogsmeade trip with me? On a date?”
(Y/N) was speechless. She didn’t know Draco thought of her that way, but suddenly the fact that he didn’t rat her out made sense. Of course, he wouldn’t be as lenient had he found Harry or Hermione. She thought about it for a second and smiled when she noticed him getting uncomfortable.
“Let’s make a deal, Draco. The next Hogsmeade trip is a week from tomorrow. If you don’t bully anybody during the week, I’ll go out with you,” she proposed.
She noticed his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?” he groaned.
(Y/N) crossed her arms, amusedly. “Why would I want to go out with somebody that messes with my brother and my friends?”
He considered her for a while and then sighed in defeat.
…
“Is it true that you agreed to go out on a date with Malfoy?” Ron asked in alarm the next morning.
“I didn’t agree,” (Y/N) shot back as she put food on her plate.
Harry was looking at her disapprovingly and she was doing her best to avoid his gaze.
“You agreed to go out with him if he went a week without bullying us,” Hermione interjected with a reproving tone.
“That I did.”
“(Y/N)!” Harry roared.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to not be bullied for a change?” she asked him innocently.
“If the cost is that git snogging my sister then no, it wouldn’t be nice.”
(Y/N) gave him a stern look.
“What? That is what happens on dates, (Y/N).”
“Then you should hurry up and ask Cho Chang to one as well.”
She tried to be humorous, but it clearly didn’t work, so she tried to reason with him instead.
“Come on, Harry. It would hardly be a date,” she said while holding her twin’s hands, “besides, I know Draco can be a nice person if he tries. He has been to me in potions. Why not give him a second chance?”
Harry scoffed. “Why would I ever give that tosser a second chance? He has been messing with us since our first day here!”
They looked at each other and for a moment they had one of their silent conversations. Hermione and Ron stared as Harry failed to be stern and (Y/N) conveyed compassion in her eyes. As always, Harry gave in.
“You’re too kind for your own good, you know that?” he sighed, “and I mean it this time, if that prick does something to you I am going to kill him.”
…
“Which one’s better, ‘Mione?” (Y/N) asked as she held one dress in each hand.
Hermione helped her best friend get ready for her date. As much as she disliked Draco, the week events had made her realize he truly wanted to go out with (Y/N). Throughout the week, Harry and Ron taunted the Slytherin in hopes that he snapped at them, thus ruining the date before it even took place. Hermione had frowned upon their Machiavellian plan, but had not intervened nor rat them out. As the days went by, though, she noticed how hard he was trying to be good. He looked the other way as the Gryffindor boys laughed and teased. He avoided making snarky remarks in class. Once, he even helped Hermione when she tripped and fell.
It had been a very hard week, but he had succeeded. Now he waited awkwardly by the portrait for (Y/N), who arrived a few minutes later. She looked as beautiful as ever with a pretty floral dress. They smiled at each other and walked out of the castle, this time with the regulatory distance according to Umbridge’s decree.
As they made their way to Hogsmeade, (Y/N) thought this could possibly be the most awkward date of her life. It didn’t help that it would probably her first real date ever. What could they have in common apart from their shared space in potions? What would they talk about? Then, she noticed how Draco was fidgeting with his fingers. She found that cute and it made her instantly relax.
As they sat at the Three Broomsticks, all of their collective fears of a bad date were soon proved wrong. They had a great time together. They talked about their favourite candies, their favourite pastimes, quidditch. Draco asked about her life as a muggle with genuine curiosity. She was actually very blunt about her situation at home, something that both marvelled and unsettled him. They laughed and made jokes and got theatrical together.
They walked back to the castle hand in hand. Once they reached the school, Draco dragged (Y/N) through some less frequented corridors. Engrossed in their conversation as they were, they failed to notice the Gryffindor trio following them. Harry and Ron were absolutely enraged as they saw the couple stop behind a column. Hermione had to restrain them when Draco put his hand on (Y/N)’s cheek. She squeezed their arms as the blond boy leaned in and gave (Y/N) a kiss she happily corresponded.
Harry was livid. His baby sister had her arms around that slimy git’s neck. He wanted to rip his head off.
“Hardly a date my arse,” he muttered under his breath.
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More and longer theory chatter with @flash-the-geist with guest stars who popped in. This one is longer since it’s theorizing but turned into something Flash affectionately named the ‘Esprestissimo AU’ which I am keeping because I love it so much.
Most of this mainly features Duet thoughts and then shenanigans ! The most I did was add a missing thing in my own comments for clarification or that my brain skipped over when typing it before, or where I adjust the order of the messages for cohesiveness
please enjoy jdjd
flaaaash — Today at 4:35 AM
hmmm what if the note-taker is Duet, taking notes about "Solo"? that implies they're two different people
Arthur — Today at 4:36 AM
that's what i was thinking-- that the ‘He’ in the note is reverb, and this note is in reference to reverb, but also a comment on Solo, and the Duet 'wrote' this character profile as like-- a case file if they're in charge of the organization
so duet is like 'solo' claims she still needs to study him for research in a note on the file he's taking on reverb or something like that
flaaaash — Today at 4:37 AM
this might be my deep, unfortunate familiarity with bureaucracy talking, but- if the person in charge is also the one taking notes, it's a very small organization
Arthur — Today at 4:37 AM
oh yeah
i imagined it was tiny personally
tempo seems on the smaller side so if it's all based there, i was imagining it was relatively small
flaaaash — Today at 4:38 AM
not international then, perhaps
adkjfakjf oooh now I want to make a little card for Flash
Arthur — Today at 4:39 AM
yeah no-- at least since the name tempo of the town following the motif like seemingly implies it's based in/related to the town since if follows the reference style
or that's my thinking anyways?
flaaaash — Today at 4:39 AM
very true
imagine if Tempo is just Like That and the rest of the world is totally normal
Arthur — Today at 4:40 AM
i personally think vivi didn't grow up in tempo now more tho-- because i think if she did and there is an organization, they woulda gotten wind of her and she probably would've been recruited since she's smart and clearly into that kind of thing
and if she was in the org and knew what she was doing, i don't know if she would've gone to the cave if she was at all in the Know
flaaaash — Today at 4:40 AM
or they would have tried to study Mystery?
Arthur — Today at 4:41 AM
that too!!
even if they brought her in just because of mystery i imagine they would've brought her in
flaaaash — Today at 4:41 AM
maybe that's what the "her research into "REDACTED" is referring to. Research into mystery?
it all does seem to come back to him
Arthur — Today at 4:42 AM
or maybe she's relatively new to tempo still, and duet gave her a job because they intended to bring her in at some point but hadn't yet
like there were steps to take and like-- the cave happened before things could get fully underway
i mean at my job i applied in like-- march, and i didn't get an interview until may, and then i didn't get any training until november, and then i didn't get brought in to learn the job until december. so it'd be easy to imagine that if there was a reason, bringing her in could be a slow process
flaaaash — Today at 4:43 AM
that might also explain why there were all these "go back" signs in the cave
clearly someone with English language skills put the signage there
Arthur — Today at 4:43 AM
that too! it definitely felt like it was to warn off people and keep them from tresspassing
but the gang were kids and also ghost don't haunt the places that aren't super scary and dangerous! so of course they gotta go in!
flaaaash — Today at 4:45 AM
maybe they weren't expecting someone like Vivi at all
she was a wild card that popped up and threw a spanner in the works accidentally
Arthur — Today at 4:45 AM
yeah!
i can imagine her just coming in and completely bamboozling everyone
duet is like 'okay we'll get her in on this but we'll take some time to sort everything and judge where she's at skill wise since we have time and it's not like she can get into any danger with all our protective me--oh no'
flaaaash — Today at 4:48 AM
that calls Duet's motivation into question a lil bc - there's at least a significant amount of time between Lewis dying and them finding him again
since their search is reasonably extensive and Arthur's had time to heal up. So why didn't Duet do anything during this time?
Arthur — Today at 4:50 AM
hmmmm--- well we know it's been less than a year since the cave happened at least, and i think the way Ben talked about it sounded like it was a relatively short time table of only a few months, so maybe they wanted to give them recovery time or they weren't sure how to broach it-- i'm not sure. maybe the comic will give some kind of insight hopefully if the case is that vivi came in like that
i feel like it'd be interesting and make more sense given what she has available magic wise and mystery-wise if she wasn't in town until much later in life to explain why she wouldn’t already be working with the organization. but i'm still like hmm
because you do have a point that there would be a fair bit of inaction, unless for some reason vivi's memory issues or something was a problem or something happens in the prequel to explain or hint
tho now that brings into question if duet knows Lewis is dead, how are things not being managed better
i mean i've had arthur say in the past and i've said once or twice that like-- i think arthur was already working with prosthetics. so he could've had an arm mostly built and just had to make a more functioning one so that could've been fast. so hopefully maybe the prequel comic is set a bit before and might explain duet helping or something in a way that could make sense of it?
especially given he did make galaham's wheels already and such. he might've already built one but needed to make a new one set up for him
flaaaash — Today at 4:54 AM
I'm fairly sure people would at least know he's missing
I guess it's possible that the 'memory magic' thing that makes Vivi forget - it could affect everyone except Arthur and Mystery?
Arthur — Today at 4:56 AM
that's possible--
we have only seen mystery and arthur in the world seeming to know what's going on, so we don't know who knows what. just that vivi doesn't know lewis
but maybe nobody else does either to some degree
flaaaash — Today at 4:56 AM
Arthur being possessed at the time, and Mystery being a magical being himself. We don't have any evidence that anyone else remembers Lewis, although he seems to still be in pictures
Arthur — Today at 4:57 AM
people did seem confused arthur was freaking out in the store in the comic and like
idk. if i knew he lost his best friend i'd be more sympathetic/not look at him like he was crazy. I’d assume something set him off but probably feel bad for him if i knew what happened in the last year?
because i would imagine mental health is in the toilet after going on a trip and losing a friend even if he was only 'missing'
and the way arthur mentioned lewis and when vivi forgets he's just like 'nevermind'. if no one really remembers Lewis, then maybe giving up trying to explain is because he’s used to no one knowing who he means
flaaaash — Today at 4:58 AM
yea h
Arthur — Today at 4:58 AM
what if arthur only remembers lewis? (and mystery does)
Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 4:58 AM
In fairness most people would be confused if they saw someone having a panic attack in public, no matter how much was known about the person
flaaaash — Today at 4:58 AM
also if Lewis looked like himself for a moment just before dropping Arthur - does that mean Lance saw him?
or did he only see skele-version and thus didn't recognize him as Lewis
Arthur — Today at 4:58 AM
hmmmmm--- i lean to skele vision. he turned back pretty quick iirc
flaaaash — Today at 4:59 AM
I'm torn between analysing between a storyteller perspective and an in-world perspective
Arthur — Today at 5:01 AM
por que no los dos?
also
hmmm-- i think given people were like 'what's up with that guy', it seemed either not knowing what was going on with him or what it could stem from, but if lewis disappeared in a small town i feel like a lot of the details would've spread. so they might assume it had to do with that instead-- so it feels like maybe most people don't know
which seems strange in a smaller community because stuff gets around
flaaaash — Today at 5:01 AM
especially since the Peppers own a restaurant
Arthur — Today at 5:01 AM
yeah-- in a small town place a restuarant is usually a social hub of sorts
so if lewis disppeared i'm sure people would talk given he was a waiter and thus kind of a face for the restaurant
flaaaash — Today at 5:02 AM
also if they think he's missing and not dead, his family would be looking for him too. which means missing persons pics and all that
Arthur — Today at 5:02 AM
yeah and we didn’t see any. and some people not knowing or visitors i could get, but everyone seemed surprised by arthur freaking out, and if they knew lewis was missing and lewis and arthur were friends, it feels odd to like-- none of them to even look sympathetic
i would imagine if they knew lewis was gone they'd assume arthur would be more emotionally reactive than usual-- unless they have no idea that something is going on with arthur because you know-- lewis is erased jdjd
i mean the reason we know vivi doesn't remember is because her eyes glowed as lewis got phased out of the photo
but who knows maybe him being phased out was in general and that just meant she was affected too. everyone gets amnesia
flaaaash — Today at 5:03 AM
also slightly cracky theory but - if they ended up accidentally in the research facility during Ghost, that would explain why Vivi found a fully-stocked fridge alkja;gl
Arthur — Today at 5:04 AM
DSJDDLJSDLFJDSJL
that would be hilarious
lewis is his own scp in his tantrum mansion
they just keep an eye on the lot
flaaaash — Today at 5:05 AM
well what else are they gonna do with him??? xD
Arthur — Today at 5:05 AM
dslsdjdsfljdsfd
''welp no one knows who this guy is soooooo manor in the middle of nowhere time'
flaaaash — Today at 5:06 AM
"so the waiter turned into a vengeful spirit?" "oh uhhhh ok put him in a box i guess until we figure something out?"
ok theory- Duet knows Lewis is dead, but is trying to figure out a way to help/break the memory magic on Vivi, and that's why he's in the mansion/cave for a while before Ghost?
Arthur — Today at 5:06 AM
i like it! i think them knowing and approaching arthur in the comic and using 'rancid vibes' as an excuse would make sense
flaaaash — Today at 5:07 AM
"so that Vivi person wandered in again somehow and now the vengeful waiter ghost is loose?" "for fuck's sake you had ONE JOB-"
Arthur — Today at 5:07 AM
they know what's actually going on but they kinda act like everyone else while also getting arthur something that might help him in that book that i think will be important in the plot of the prequel
DL;G;HDGSAL;HKGSDHL;DGS
flash you have the biggest brain
flaaaash — Today at 5:08 AM
,kadjgalgkj
"also there was this killer tree-" "I do not care about the tree, one problem at a time"
Poor Duet is having A Week
but the mental image of them trying to avoid Arthur and Vivi investigating, while trying to find ??? and re-capture him while shoving Lewis in a box is hilarious, and then they run into Shiromori and just throw their hands in the air like "can u not????". And then Murder Mystery shows up and they just quit
Arthur — Today at 5:10 AM
dlaajldkljjdl;dldjlfkfd
duet is just like
on their tenth cup of coffee
Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:10 AM
Arthur: Those are rookie numbers
Arthur — Today at 5:11 AM
they see murder mystery and go back inside the shop like 'can you add like 5 espresso shots to this'
flaaaash — Today at 5:11 AM
explains why they're like "Arthur pls your vibes. Do you KNOW what I've been dealing with"
Arthur — Today at 5:11 AM
asdl;;dfslhsdahg;as;dghkghsdllhsgd
flaaaash — Today at 5:11 AM
"five extra shots and a red bull chaser please-"
Arthur — Today at 5:12 AM
(also just still crosses my fingers for medium/spiritually-sensitive!arthur to be canon but if not it will live on in my fannon)
dsldjllssfdf
they just start shoving coffee grounds directly into their mouth
flaaaash — Today at 5:12 AM
this series has a lot of antagonists
akjdalgj just crunching beans down whole
Arthur — Today at 5:13 AM
i need-- to draw duet
looking tired with a coffee
flaaaash — Today at 5:14 AM
Duet with a giant cup of coffee, staring at Murder Mystery with a deadpan stare and going "Absolutely not, I forbid it, there is not enough coffee in the WORLD."
Arthur — Today at 5:14 AM
flash and will if i share this chatter on tumblr would you be okay with it ? or would u rather i block out names if i do
i feel like some of this is hilarious and people need to experience it
flaaaash — Today at 5:14 AM
akdflaf no go for it
I will out myself as a sham of a storyboarder
Arthur — Today at 5:15 AM
duet is that gif of the ghost busters lady going 'mmm nope not today, room full of nightmares'
and turning and walking away
duet is doing their best and needs a nap
tired as Arthur
flaaaash — Today at 5:15 AM
Duet walking around the corner to see the gang facing down Murder Mystery: swivels on one foot and goes right back the way they came
Arthur — Today at 5:15 AM
ldjldljd EXACTLY
Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:16 AM
Heheheheh
Arthur — Today at 5:16 AM
like look at this person
look at their eyebags
they are Tired
they have deal with this bullshittery
they have sass to provide
but they also are Tired and done with this shit
flaaaash — Today at 5:16 AM
I want Duet and Arthur playing a game of caffeine chicken
Marshy — Today at 5:16 AM
Huge massive sigh as they see the whole bullshit situation go down and turns around to go back to the bookshop
flaaaash — Today at 5:16 AM
just lined up at the cafe bar, espresso shots in rows down the counter as they lock eyes-
who shall win- the CAFFEINE-OFF?
Arthur — Today at 5:17 AM
flash
pls if you right that i will pay you money
or maybe art
Marshy — Today at 5:17 AM
It's me I'll win
flaaaash — Today at 5:17 AM
SLFKJLKGS
Arthur — Today at 5:17 AM
dlasd;sdgkd;djslj;dags
i'm rooting for you take those nerds OUT
flaaaash — Today at 5:18 AM
"Duet gives him a look of Supreme Weariness and Nopery. Arthur counters with a double eye-roll of Resignation and Angst. In the true synchronicity of the Absolutely Done, they each take an espresso shot and slam it down."
Arthur — Today at 5:20 AM
djdasd;ds;lsda;ldj;lkdsl;jkdsj;lkasljkdjlkdg
they clink the little cups together first before taking their respective shots
flaaaash — Today at 5:21 AM
they do the thing where they turn it upside down to prove it's empty
by the fifth they're trying to outcompete each other with anecdotes
by the tenth they've moved onto toasting each other
Arthur — Today at 5:21 AM
Bonding!
Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:22 AM
The anecdotes get concerningly similar to each others
flaaaash — Today at 5:22 AM
by the twelfth, Arthur begins weeping. Duet pats him in solidarity and knocks the next shot clean off the counter due to caffeine-induced twitching
Arthur — Today at 5:22 AM
DSGLAHGLDGHDGHAAHDSGDG
EXCELLENT
i
want them to be friends now
flaaaash — Today at 5:23 AM
by the thirteenth, the barista stages an intervention and starts giving them decaf
by this point, they don't notice
Arthur — Today at 5:23 AM
asdlaadjsdsajd
thank you they owe you their life
they could taste the difference if they weren't vibrating into the 28the dimension atm
flaaaash — Today at 5:24 AM
after the fifteenth shot, the counter is clear and they're both full of sympathetic outrage for the other's plight. They sprint from the cafe, steamroll right over Shiromori, and punt the colours right out of Murder Mystery in a fit of industrial-strength caffeinated indignance.
Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:24 AM
Hahahaha
Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM
h;lsadlf;dsldj;fsljl;dfsajdfsa
flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM
The newly Monochromatic Mystery has to then help Vivi contain the pair before they wipe all paranormal activity off the face of Tempo.
Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM
that's how the fifth video ends
flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM
Lewis narrowly escapes by hiding in a box. THE END
Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM
dsal;gsdhldgsa;dgsdgs;hldgs;lhdsa
beautiful thank u flash
i owe you my life
flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM
you're welcome it's my magnum opus
Arthur — Today at 5:26 AM
A+ story telling
i'm including it in the post
flaaaash — Today at 5:26 AM
ALKJGAGK
it's okay I don't have a reputation to ruin xD
Arthur — Today at 5:26 AM
dlasdl;dhsgldgdgs
this is a callout for flash being the funniest person alive--
or undead
flaaaash — Today at 5:27 AM
dead-
sfkjga
l
Arthur — Today at 5:27 AM
djdjdjdj
i thought about it and corrected myself xDD
flaaaash — Today at 5:30 AM
ok I have no idea if anyone will get this pun, but I dub this the Esprestissimo AU
Arthur — Today at 5:36 AM
djalsd;ldsjdsjldf
i LOVE THAT
music puns but espressos EXTRA ESPRESSOLY
flaaaash — Today at 5:49 AM
xD
#headcanon#msa headcanon discussion#tristan rambles#flashthegeist#IT WAS SO MUCH FUN#duet#arthur#vivi#long post#mystery skulls animated#mystery skulls#my original stuff
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After the Rain!
Finally, after all this time…
After the Rain!
GOD what a good episode! That ending, the voice break from Hop Pop and his brief despair, his breakdown… It was so authentic and it caught me off-guard, I love this old frog SO much, he deserves way more love in this fandom and just in general! Oh god, what if those two herons that ate Sprig and Polly’s parents were like… The same ones that Sasha and Grime fought? THAT would be interesting… Also becomes more morbid when you remember how we saw Toads get eaten alive on-screen by those herons, too; They’re not coming back.
I was expecting there to be more info on the Calamity Box, but that seems to be about it- Just a cryptic warning! Can’t give away anything, and it makes sense; If Hop Pop knew more, his reaction to Andrias’ explanation on the music box as ‘just’ an interdimensional travel device would’ve been different. Likewise, Sprig and Polly’s parents and their deaths seemed to be unrelated to Calamity Box shenanigans, but who knows? It’s hard to see Hop Pop lying AGAIN, but I do wonder where he was when it all happened.
This sad frog… He has his child die, and he’s trying to cope; And we finally get closure, and UGH, Sprig and Polly knowing exactly what happened and trying to comfort their old man about it… It shows just how broken this has made them and makes the ending of Hopping Mall all the more painful! Nobody in that family had anyone they were sure they could be open to and trust about it because they all felt horrible, and then this gangly human comes and brings them all together!
Anne’s disappointment, it was just… She was just TIRED. And god, this poor girl’s going to have major trust issues, she DOES have major trust issues- And she’s probably going to have problems with taking people and things at face-value now… Even someone who loves her, who is acting out of love and protection, will lie to Anne- And then you have Sasha, possibly Marcy, probably Andrias… And she probably wants to be more mad, but it feels like she’s just too tired to be by this point; She doesn’t want to handle it right now, so she just goes off for some space. Anne just needs distance, in a show all about friends becoming more distant, becoming distant from home and family literally, travelling great distances in journeys, etc. I’m lowkey getting The Hobbit vibes now actually, Wartwood is like the Shire in a sense…
On another note; I LOVE the callbacks to the first episode, seeing that sign with its motto, Slow to Accept, Slower to Respect, as well as the cave! Anne’s cave she slept in that we barely glimpsed in that joke flashback, we finally got to see it! God it feels so weird finally going back… Thinking on how far we’ve gone, and then expanding on that by seeing just how much more happened beforehand! I wonder if we’ll ever see more of Anne arriving in Amphibia and first adapting… And that CALLBACK to Anne being a creepy monster, with Hop Pop’s silhouette! They’re alien monsters to each other that they didn’t know what to do with, until they became family!
Also, glad to see Soggy/Speedy Joe back! The whole part with the rain and Sprig and Polly going through the burrow was just very gorgeous and aesthetical to me, and I like how the show managed to handle the emotional consequence, yet surprisingly fluidly incorporate humor; The gag with Hop Pop trying to follow and being told not to was great, and I love the peek at his depressed face in the morning before we REALLY see it! Good on Sprig and Polly for actually getting the box back- But can you imagine, if we’d never gotten the story because of that interruption! Lo and behold, the PLOT of all things ends up interrupting the lore… Oh the hilarity. But yeah, Amphibia is a very brutal, frog-eat-frog world (sometimes literally) and Hop Pop losing his child to the local fauna… Jeez, no wonder he’s on such high alert, especially what with the number of times his kids HAVE gotten into danger!
And I love Anne’s reaction, her betrayal, asking if Hop Pop wanted to keep her; But he just wanted HER and his family safe… And when she hears of Sprig and Polly’s parents, she HAS to listen because of Hopping Mall, because of what Sprig confided, and because she has her own desire to see her parents again! Not that they were his parents to Hop Pop, but she can get the mourning and desire to protect what family she has left, especially when losing someone; Albeit through betrayal…
UGH it’s so cathartic finally seeing the resolution, and the wrapping-up of this emotional thread! The way it culminates with that lore and breakdown, the hesitation and betrayal, Anne briefly considering leaving the Plantars and hanging out with Marcy because of trust issues, and how THAT could’ve worsened things if Marcy betrays her too… Oof. I like that she still put it aside to save Sprig and Polly, and it seems those kids indirectly helped Anne and Hop Pop reconcile; Which reminds me of this meta a while back of Anne and Hop Pop finding more solidarity as the older members of the family… Anne really does effortlessly feel like a part of it, doesn’t she! She’s Anne Plantar Boonchuy! And the way she just hugs that old frog…
This episode was a DELIGHT and a pay-off, and I can’t wait to meet up with Marcy soon! But we’ve also got some other threads to pick up on as well, and I wonder if we’ll ever see Apothecary Gary again; Legit I thought I spotted one of his mushrooms on those magpie beetles before I realized it was just a lamp-shroom, lol, and I liked the joke of Hop Pop not being his real name, but Anne remembers that she already knows this. All in all a wonderful batch of episodes, and here’s hoping to the next one, F-Annes!
#amphibia#amphibia anne#anne boonchuy#amphibia hop pop#hopediah plantar#amphibia sprig#sprig plantar#amphibia polly#polly plantar#angst
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Again, been reading a lot recently, and here's some recent reads and my thoughts. (All very spoiler-free)
Johannes Cabal: The Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard
I'd heard about this series for a while, but had always kept putting off reading it, and finally I was in the mood for some comedic (yet dark) shenanigans--and a villain protagonist as charming as Johannes Cabal really hit me just right. I really enjoyed the first of this series and the introduction to this 1920's-ish universe similar-yet-different to our own that Howard's created. His writing is crisp and clever--and Johannes is a villain protagonist worth cheering for. He's duplicitous, arrogant, and cold, yet sharp-witted and competent enough to be engaging, and even though he's amoral (driven predominately with an "ends do justify the means" mentality) there are glimmers of a conscious buried in there.
The basic gist of the first book is that Johannes Cabal is a necromancer dead-set (ba-dum-sh) on thwarting the biggest plague affecting mankind: Death. As such, he's willing to go to extreme lengths to hone and perfect his necromantic abilities. In the pursuit of this knowledge, Cabal sold his soul to Satan, but he comes to realize he actually needs his soul for his necromancy to work more properly (apparently without a soul it gets very unpredictable). In order to win his soul back, he strikes a wager with Satan: he will accumulate 100 souls for Satan in return for his own. Satan, ever the fair player (not), gifts Cabal with an infernal carnival to help Cabal reach his goal within the year. Shenanigans ensue.
While I read some books in-between this one and the next in the series, I'll write about the other here--
Johannes Cabal: The Detective by Jonathan L. Howard
So clearly I enjoyed the first installment enough to keep going, and I am glad, because I enjoyed the second one even more than the first. It feels like Howard got more comfortable with the characters and world than before, and in this one he expands his universe with some made-up countries that are similar-to-yet-different than countries on our Earth. In this one, Cabal does less fantastic tricks, as he dons the role of investigator (there's been a murder--on an airship!), but the plot was very fun. I will say this is one of the first books in a long while to genuinely make my world-weary ass laugh out loud in public. Howard truly does know how to turn a phrase and comes off with some great witticisms.
Guns of the Dawn by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Tchaikovsky has been on my radar for a while because I have had Children of Time on my reading list for what feels like an age (and I still haven't gotten around to reading it, but I will soon). To prime myself, I looked up other works by Tchaikovsky. This was around the time I was look for good "stand-alone" Adult Fantasy novels as well, so the two linked up and I had this on my TBR for a while and got around to finally cracking it open.
I really loved this book. If I could describe it in any way, it would be sort of like Pride & Prejudice if Elizabeth Bennet got drafted into a war. Seriously. That's how it reads--and Tchaikovsky made the allusions to Austen's work very clear. The setting is very English-inspired, and the time period mimics Napoleonic times. Definitely the first "Flintlock Fantasy" I've had the pleasure of reading.
The themes of the book are about the caustic nature of nationalism, the blurring of truth during war, and what is true patriotism in the face of falsehood and horror. Definitely my kind of questions--and I love watching characters thrown into completely unfamiliar environments. A genteel woman (Emily Marshwic) being tossed headfirst into grisly, mosquito-infested swamps armed with a musket? It's a fascinating journey she undergoes.
Plus the novel featured a romantic subplot that hits my enemies-to-lovers buttons hard. (It's not at all like one of those tired YA enemies-to-lovers stories, but something more grown-up and messy, which I approve of, because I love drama.) But this is more of a personal note. It's definitely not going to be for everyone.
Retribution Falls (Tales of the Ketty Jay #1) by Chris Wooding
After Johannes Cabal, I got into the mood for some steampunk, and I hadn't actually read much in the way of steampunk, so I looked up some recs and the Tales of the Ketty Jay series seemed to appear on a lot of lists for this kinda thing. The basic gist of this one is... imagine steampunk Firefly. That kinda gives you the whole vibe and feel. It's about a crew of disparate and colorful characters all running from something who meet on the ship the Ketty Jay and have to learn to work together to survive.
Overall, it was a fast-paced read (I read this 400 page sucker in a single day--while doing other stuff) and Wooding knows how to write action and interesting character interactions. The world had some glimmers of brilliance (the wizard analogs in their world--daemonist--were the most intriguing part), but otherwise it was very typical steampunk. I had no real quibbles with any of that (aside from the fact some of it read as very cliche and Wooding's inspirations seemed a little obvious--Fullmetal Alchemist and Firefly being the two big ones that kept hammering me over the head), but my main complaint was with the writing and treatment of female characters. First, there is only one main female character in the Ketty Jay's crew--Jez. I had no real issues with Jez's character or writing (in fact she's refreshing in some ways), but she's completely isolated from any other female characters (and is also the only crew member who isn't really allowed to be a complete screw up--she's somewhat sanitized, which, I guess the heroic women characters aren't allowed to be fuck ups like the men?). Second, the other predominate female characters, of whom there are only three, are mute/dehumanized (Bess), characterized as stupid and unhinged (Amalicia), and have rape-as-a-backstory-written-TERRIBLY (Trinica). All that said, as much as it was cringe, this was written in 2009, and I am sure Wooding has had some growth as a writer since then.
I liked this one enough to decide to check out the next in the series (even knowing the writing for the female characters leaves much to be desired).
Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse
A Fantasy taking place in an Americas-inspired world? Absolutely refreshing (and more please). The main gist of this one is that a cult sets out to resurrect a dead god (seriously that's the main plot crux) while political machinations are going on in the central city of this country where the resurrection is going to take place. As the novel progresses, it's like a countdown clock to game time. There's four POV characters we follow: Xiala (a Teek sea captain who is kind of an outcast from her native people and has a love for beautiful people), Serapio (the man who has been groomed since birth to be the vessel for the resurrected god, part of this process has included blinding him), Naranpa (the Sun Priest of the capital city who is trying to garner back control the priesthood has lost), and Okoa (who really doesn't even appear until way later into the book; he's been separated from his family to train to be a warrior). For the most part, I was primarily engaged (re: 90% engaged) with Xiala and Serapio's story. They were the most interesting characters, and the journey of them on the sea trying to get to the city before the ceremony was exciting and emotional. The political dealings in Naranpa's segments kind of bogged down the action--and I didn't feel anything for that. Overall though, definitely a thrilling read with a beautifully constructed world. If I had one big criticism, it's that it ended incredibly abruptly without any resolution. I knew going in this was a part of a greater whole, but I still felt the ends could've been knotted a little tighter. I'm left dangling! But I'll be sure to pick up the next one (if anything just to find out what happens to Xiala and Serapio).
Vicious by V.E. Schwab
As an unapologetic villainfucker, I had to read this one, right? It's about not just one, but two villains! How could I lose? And they're in an intense rivalry? Revenge? Betrayal? Superpowers? Gah! Be still my heart!
I'll say I enjoyed this book (fun characters, solid writing), but I didn't love it as much as I thought I would (I wish I could love yooouuuu!). Definitely worth a recommendation to anyone who loves villains and fast-paced narratives, but... there were a few things that tarnished what could've been sparkling. The biggest for me was the jumping around in the first half. For a length of time, the novel leaps between three different points of time, sometimes 2-3 pages at a time, and it was jarring (not confusing, mind you, but it was a jolt each time). I get it was done to create an air of mystique and intrigue, but it felt like I was getting dragged around by the ear. Along with this, the plot just seemed... very convenient? As various moments kept happening, it all felt too tidy and paint-by-numbers. The characters were certainly messy and fun (and I love messy and fun), but the action itself seemed to glide on well-oiled rails with no hiccups. This did lead to the magnetic pacing of the book (which I also read in a day), but it didn't do the drama any favors. Never once did it feel like the characters were caught with their pants down--and I think that's part of the point, but it kind of dampened the tension.
I liked it enough I am definitely going to check out the sequel Vengeful though. If anything I am reading for Sydney, Mitch, and Victor. I gotta know what happens to them!
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Right now I am reading some fluffy fluff to cleanse my palette because I've been reading so much moodiness. I'm mid-way through the light and breezy Half a Soul by Olivia Atwater (and it's super cute so far) and then I am finally going to crack open Andy Weir's The Martian (because I have put off reading it for far too long).
#recent reads#book review#just jotting my thoughts down somewhere#seriously though i am itching to read the next johannes cabal but i gotta pace myself#i don't want to burn through those like i did murderbot lol
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