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Fangs
Commission for anonymous who wanted Cryptane with a side helping of Vampire!Crypto getting nailed by his bf due to a high on being champions.
Summary: Crypto is a vampire. He gets the urge to feed mid being fucked by Octane. So he lets him and they both get a kick out of it. Octane just holds Crypto's head so lovingly to his neck as he takes mouthfuls of his lover's blood. They both cum and then Crypto legs go and is a blubbering mess of "thank you" to Octane
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Fandom: Apex legends
Relationship: Crypto/Octane
Warnings: NSFT/R18, Both Crypto and Octane are cis, anal, dick piercings, piercings galore on Octane, blood, vampire!Crypto, vampire feeding, sharp fangs, dirty talk, and ofc Peach not being able to speak a lick of Spanish so we Hope for the best.
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Crypto never thought he’d fall in love- let alone with someone quite as full of energy and recklessness as Octavio.
Personally, he’d always been more of a loner, liking his own company over others’ and never having a need to indulge in such things as love and romance. Besides familial, that is. Not that he felt like he would outlive his partner or other cliché things such as that. Just that, well, he was comfortable alone.
So, you can imagine when Octavio Silva came literally running into his life at mach 5 speeds that all of the feelings that overwhelmed him in that moment would be stressful.
Getting into the blood sport known as the Apex Games was a difficult process even for someone as him who had studied technology for years. With different species of humanoid beings, you probably wouldn’t expect a vampire of all beings to be interested in participating in such a sport, and yet. He had his reasons.
Reasons to stay were completely different now. To want to be at the top of his games so sponsors would flood in and be interested, keep him a well-known person in the games.
Because now, now Octavio was a part of his life. And the apple of his eye for quite some time.
~Rest under the cut~
When feelings had arisen for the infamous daredevil, Crypto had been interested in what was to come from them. Digging a bit deeper into Octavio’s life wasn’t hard, the man was rather open. Not to mention finding news articles about a daredevil that used a grenade to cross the finish line wasn’t exactly hard to find. Then his social media, from him posting pictures with his ‘best friend’ Ajay to whatever he was doing at the current moment.
Maybe spending three hours looking at all of his social media and smiling over his pictures wasn’t a smart thing of Crypto to do, considering he was trying to AVOID the romance aspect. And yet...
Well, now they were a couple, so really, who knows what would have happened if he didn’t get flustered every time he saw Octavio’s banner up on the mountains. Or even watching him cheer and hoot on the drop ship in excitement for a match to begin.
Loving Octavio Silva was easy, but loving his habits was learned. Such as his messy dorm, or how he sometimes forgot to eat and if he did eat, he’d binge eat. Or if he ate a specific spicy food he adored, his scent would change and it would make Crypto make a face. And in turn, make his boyfriend laugh teasingly.
Another thing was asking Octavio to change his piercings from silvers to golds. Which wasn’t a hard request, especially when Crypto had outright offered to buy them for him anyway. But when Octavio had laughed and wiggles his brows, asking if Crypto knew how many he needed, well. Crypto had turned pink at the cheeks and pushed him away.
The next day, Octavio sported gold and Crypto could comfortably kiss him without the burn of a silver piercing on his tongue.
They were a comfortable couple. That much Crypto was thankful for. To the point when he’d get hungry, he’d no longer have to get a blood bag, but could use Octavio instead.
Of course, within limitations.
The beauty of blood bags was there was no worry of killing something, most vampires used that form to stop cravings of hunting as well. Though, the cold blood was the equivalent of eating a frozen dinner for humans.
Being bonded that way meant Crypto was in tune with Octavio’s scent. Could smell him a mile away, literally. Which was an issue in matches when they weren’t paired up.
Because Octavio could feel the pin prickles of doom and gloom hanging over him as he was stalked by the man he loved most.
Daredevil that he was, Octavio often liked the rush of being hunted. Something Crypto found enjoyable was when his partner would give him a run for his money. Darting into the planet of Talos through the thick plants and using his stim to get away quicker. All while Crypto was hot on his heels in search of his next meal.
It didn’t help that Octavio was a masochist, getting off fangs and teeth sinking into his neck and strong arms holding him in place.
All these thoughts are what go through Crypto’s head at a game well done. Wraith, himself, and Octavio were the winners. The banshee known was Wraith had eagerly celebrated with her own girlfriend, getting enveloped in the arms of Bangalore who had pouted at her teasingly for knocking her early on in the game.
Octavio’s energy is always high right now. Crypto could hear his partner’s pulse loud in his own ears, and when his eyes casually slide to look at him, he watches with great delight as Octavio celebrates.
Octavio is excitedly talking to the journalists who like to interview. All while running in place or bouncing, having to work out his energy as he talks animatedly with his hands. Crypto can’t help but watch from the sidelines, leaning in the hall with his head against the wall. Sweeping his eyes over his frame and lingering far too long on his tight shorts.
He bites his own bottom lip, feeling his sharp fangs dig lightly at the plush flesh there.
He wouldn’t last the night.
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There’s a celebratory night out via the second and third placing teams. Elliott and Crypto naturally butt heads due to either instinctive nature. Elliott’s wolfish eyes and charming grin don’t change the fact he’s a lycanthrope who had sniffed around his territory of Octavio too often. Something Crypto didn’t take a liking to until Elliott made it clear as day he had a thing for Bloodhound. Someone Crypto was sure was a demi-god of sorts with the way they held themselves.
Naturally, Octavio is down for a night out. Encouraging Crypto with his mask pulled down around his neck and goggles up on his head. Resting on the fluffy green and black streaked mohawk. “Come on, babe! A little night out would be fun- I'll let you watch me dance, eh?” Speaking in a teasing tone, grin on his lips and a smile in his eyes. It doesn’t help his cuteness when he does a goofy dance move as a ‘teaser’.
How could Crypto say no?
It’s how he ends up sitting at a table. Dressed in tight black jeans, a low cut loose white t-shirt and his signature jacket. Watching Octavio excitedly talk from across the table with friends.
Octavio dressed in a black crop top with some matching black shorts that had a more punk vibe with the rips on them. Cinched at the tops of his prosthetics to not get in the way. Thrown over everything he had a black and green hoodie, the hood sporting a fan-made icon for him involving a bunny with a mask matching his own. The ears protruding from the hood and flopping if he had it up.
Around his neck he’d pulled his mask down so he could have a drink or two. His mohawk ruffled and sticking up this way and that as he grinned and laughed with Bangalore who had a few drinks of her own.
Crypto watches quietly from beside Bloodhound at a respectable distance away. Elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his hand. Eyes half lidded as he watches how Octavio licks his lips, sparing glances his way and smiling brighter each time when Crypto offers a raise of one side of his lips.
But, after awhile, time seems to slow and Crypto can only focus on him and the dull thrum of a bass overhead.
Normally the scents here overwhelmed him, but with Octavio only a little bit away, he can only smell him. The deep scent of cinnamon and other spices that lingered around him.
How he knows that Octavio can feel his eyes on him because his pulse is accelerated just like when Crypto hunts him down for fun.
Since he’s sitting in the seat across from him, Crypto makes his interest known. Pressing his combat boot between Octavio’s legs from under the table. Watching him pause for just a moment before sputtering out a reply to Wraith’s question. Tanned, freckled cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
Cute, Crypto thinks. Pressing his boot a bit harder and nudging upwards.
He knows Octavio likes the pressure, liked the bit of a scrape when he laughs nervously and calls out, “I-I think we should- ahh- Call it a night, si? Agreed? Okay! ¿Mi amor?” Octavio’s eyes are pleading, as if begging him to quit the teasing, to just say yes and follow.
It would be easy to say no. To tease him longer. But, with Octavio’s arousal now in the air and Crypto helpless to it, who would he be to say no?
He gives a nod, being polite and offering a quick smile to everyone as they say their goodbyes. Watching as Octavio has to shimmy out and snatch Crypto’s hand before he can do anything else.
They make it to Octavio’s dorm and Crypto is promptly slammed to the door by the shorter of the two. He’s already eager, head tilted and letting Octavio smash his mouth to his own. Crypto moans in response, fisting his fingers into his mohawk to drag the daredevil closer. Letting Octavio lick into his mouth and feel the rounded piercing of gold slide over his own undecorated tongue.
Feeling Octavio’s tongue slide over his fangs and purposefully nick his tongue only makes Crypto growl. Yanking him impossibly closer. Chest to chest as he fits a leg between Octavio’s and lets him rut while he sucks on the tip of his tongue.
When they part, it’s Octavio gasping for breath. Hard in his shorts and shrugging off his hoodie so he can then push off Crypto’s jacket with a shaky laugh blossoming from his chest. “You really are a little brat, hm?” As fingers tug at Crypto’s shirt, making him move his arms to allow it to be pulled off.
Watching Octavio duck his head to kiss at his neck, Crypto can only sigh, forcing him to take a deep breath and getting his lungs full of his scent.
Warm, spicy, delicious, wanted more, needed to be closer- needed it- needed him.
He’s drunk on his scent alone. Feeling Octavio’s hips rut against his thigh like a horny dog as he drags his fingers into his mohawk once more. Huffing with pleasure when blunt teeth sink into his neck and suck on the flesh like he could leave a hickey so easily.
Encouragingly, Crypto lets out a soft moan. Letting his head fall back against the door as Octavio bites and sucks at his neck until he’s hard in his too tight of jeans. Tugging Octavio closer by the loops on his shorts so they can grind their hips together instead. Both hard ons brushing against each other until they’re rutting like animals.
Octavio whines in his ear, nosing at his neck as they cling to each other. The dry humping effectively driving them both up a wall.
“Octavio-” Crypto chokes out, feeling him move from his neck until they’re forehead to forehead. Crypto’s eyes closed and brows furrowed as a greedy hand grabs his ass and yanks him closer. Keeping him flush to Octavio’s body so his hips can piston for just a moment or two to hump him rougher.
Both men moan in response, Crypto’s a little breathier as he tries to push and get his point across.
It’s not long before clothes are being tugged off hastily. Crypto’s on his stomach, two lubed fingers fucking inside of him as he clutches the sheets under him. Biting Octavio’s pillow as his hips rut into the bed in response to each thrust and twist of fingers.
Behind him, he can vaguely make out dirty talk mumbled under Octavio’s breath. Some things he can’t catch, but other times it’s: “Look at you, mi amor, so greedy.” “You’re going to be so tight on my cock.” Then a tight hiss of breath when he enters with three fingers and Crypto chokes out a whine. “Fuuuck. Yeah, baby, keep making that noise.”
Crypto’s cock gives a weak jerk in reply. The scent of Octavio’s room, of Octavio behind him, of their mixed scents- it's all too much. “Just fuck me!” He finally cries out demandingly. Right as fingers curl temptingly and hit the spot in him that makes his hips jerk and his thigh muscles flex.
Octavio rolls him over after that. Fingers pulled out and wiped on his thigh. He’s achingly hard and Crypto’s mouth waters to take him. Three gold barbells lining up the underside of Octavio’s cock are always so tempting to want to lick at. Same with the ones in his nipples and the dermals on his hips.
Hands tug his hips closer. Crypto is near in a frenzy of murmuring ‘yes, yes, yes’ as Octavio strokes the vampire’s cock a few times. The head flushed red and the thickness of it resting on his abdomen and drooling pre-cum.
Thankfully, Octavio has enough sense in him. Laughing breathlessly before getting his attention. “Hey- hey do you want a condom or-?”
Before he can even finish his question about mess, Crypto violently shakes his head. Lifting his hips up eagerly and reaching for him. “No- no cum inside me- please. I want to feel you- please, please-” He’s choking on whines by the time Octavio sucks in a shaky breath, feverishly nodding in reply.
Gentle fingers brush at his hips, stroking over until they can hitch under his thighs. Pulling Crypto nice and close as one of Octavio’s hands push on his own cock to line himself up.
As he pushes in, it’s easier with the stretching and lube on his own cock. They both groan in reply as Crypto sinks down eagerly, the intimacy of the position always wanted. Strong legs hitching around Octavio’s small waist to drag him closer so he can wrap his arms around his neck.
Fucking with Octavio was always a ride. He always wanted it fast, lest Crypto say he wanted it slow or took control himself. He got too excited, humping into Crypto like a dog on his last breeding session. But, he always let Crypto adjust, even if he told him he liked the small ache he got after.
They both wait there, panting as Octavio rests an arm on one side of Crypto’s head. Lips parted to pant softly and Crypto can’t help but stare at the many beauty marks on Octavio’s face. One in particular just under his bottom lip that he felt compelled to kiss all the time.
Their breath mingles as Octavio lingers close, until Crypto can’t take it anymore and pushes his fingers into his hair. Drawing him close until he can consume the speed demon with a hot kiss. Moaning into his mouth as his own tongue licking into Octavio’s mouth.
That does the trick. Hips begin moving into him until the slide and tug becomes more of a pleasurable humping. Bodies mashed together with Octavio’s biceps quivering as he holds himself up. Fucking into Crypto harder and harder until he has to pull back for air. Head falling into Crypto’s shoulder and nestling him right against Octavio’s neck.
It’s a trap, Crypto knows this the second he places his lips in hot kisses over Octavio’s racing pulse. He’s about cross eyed from his scent so close, hearing and feeling his pulse pounding as his hips jerk up. Whimpering into Octavio’s neck and getting a hissed reply back of. “Yeah- like that?”
“Mhmm-” Is hummed from Crypto, dizzy and hypnotized as he noses at Octavio’s neck. Much like a venomous snake lining up their bite. He knows Octavio can feel him. Feeling how Octavio tilts his head eeever so slightly and his breath quickens. Hips coming to a slower pace than the headboard rocking one so Crypto can line up the perfect bite.
It happens at the same time Octavio rolls his hips deeply into him. Rocking Crypto’s frame as his piercings slide clearly over the little spot in him that makes him bite in Octavio’s flesh. A long moan exhaling from his throat, muffled by the bite in his mouth.
Warm blood immediately pools into his mouth after he parts briefly to begin sucking and licking at the wound eagerly. Hips coming up desperately to rock against Octavio’s frame that has now sped back up. Dully, Crypto can hear Octavio encouraging him. Fingers sliding into Crypto’s hair and cradling him close as weight is rested on top of him more to really fuck into him.
Both men are whining their approval to one another until Crypto parts from the bite. Lips stained rosy and some dribbling down his chin as he buries his face into Octavio’s neck with sobbed out, “Thank you- thank you- fuck-” Babbling from his lips.
Octavio can’t take it. The squeezing around his cock, the nails raking down his back, the cute man babbling into his throat like he just offered him a taste of heaven. It’s all too much.
He cums with a cry, shooting into Crypto who greedily clutches at him with his thighs to keep him inside. Huffing out whines and nuzzling at Crypto’s cheek in reply with breathed out, “Please- baby, please- too much- ah, mi amor-”
Crypto gets off on his whining. How despite cumming Octavio is still hard, squirming and thrusting his hips to milk out the last of his orgasm. Crypto isn’t too far behind, nipping at Octavio’s ear and begging him to hold on just a bit longer, just a little. “Shh, keep- ah- going. Almost there, come on, yes yes yes-”
He’s a babbling mess of encouragements as he rocks himself onto Octavio’s cock. Cumming onto his and Octavio’s abdomens with a snarl and his eyes flashing dangerously red as Octavio whimpers. Cumming too soon again in a dry, jerking orgasm.
From there, it’s both of them panting. Octavio lying on top of him, still inside and letting Crypto nuzzle at his neck. Clawed hands brushing through his fluffed up mohawk and scritching at his nape just how he likes. Colder lips kissing over the wound that has just as easily scabbed over.
It’s nice. Slow and soft. Easy.
Crypto should have expected it after a nice moment when he hears Octavio snore softly into his ear.
All he can do is snort, rolling his eyes and letting his boyfriend rest atop him.
A winning well earned.
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your hands are mine to hold | kim hongjoong
kim hongjoong x reader
summary: the five times you take Hongjoong's hand in yours, and the one time he takes yours.
tags: 5+1 trope, high school au, hand-holding, slow burn, strangers to saviours to friends to lovers :'), insecure reader, hence angst, happy ending, very happy very cute, fluff
word count: 7,750
notes: y'all be careful in labs ok? lmao,,, many thanks to my gem of a lovely friend @utopianvoices who listened to me cry about this - for real, I cried LMAO because I'm weak. The title's taken from 'Move Along' by The All-American Rejects, I love that song!! I loved writing this... I hope it's enjoyable for y'all! heartheartheart
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「 1 」
It happens almost in slow motion.
He's walking with his friends, you're behind them all wondering why people in groups walk so slowly. Then, like an actual fool, he trips over air. A part of you thinks he deserves it, having no patience for the way he's been holding up the traffic with his friends, but as you watch on, some of that vengeful emotion ebbs away.
He yelps, and his friends all freeze for a second before they break out into laughter, no doubt waiting for the impending misfortune, and it takes a moment for you to push past your irritation and decide. You're making a move whether or not you'll be appreciated for it.
And so he careens, face almost meeting the floor in a grand show of romance while his friends howl. Almost. He stills, his hand having been grabbed by a lifeline that keeps him anchored.
Your hand.
He winces immediately, and you wince in return as you hear the telltale hiss that escapes his mouth. You curse at yourself for being so thoughtless.
You've saved him from falling flat on his face, but you pulled on his fingers too hard, and you've probably torn all the muscles in his hand and sprained his wrist too. God knows what else you've done. You're about to apologise when he straightens up, turning around to look at you. He's taller than you, you note as you lift your head slightly to meet his eyes, and you watch the sweet smile spreading across his lips as he thanks you.
The words fall from his lips, and though a large part of you is concerned you've hurt his hand beyond repair, a tiny voice in your mind says, 'He's so cute.'
You squash the voice down, of course, but you're the slightest bit disoriented and panicked at the realisation of what you were thinking, enough that no words come out and you nod at him dumbly after he says his thanks. He continues staring at you, the polite, helpful smile etched on his face, and you know his friends are looking at you too. They're quiet now, unlike how they'd initially been bursting into giggles. You tear your eyes away from his face and look at his hand once to make sure you've pulled off an entire finger or something equally horrifying, before you're hightailing it out of there without a word.
Later, as you sit in class, replaying the incident in your mind, remembering the smile that he awarded you with, the way his eyes shone from the emotion, and the way his voice sounded like honey, you realise you don't know his name.
Which is alright.
It's for the best. You don't need to know the name of every person you find cute. Granted, he's possibly the cutest one you've seen. That might also be because you saw him trip over air.
But the school is big, and you don't even know what year he's in; you didn't get a look at his tie. It's not as if you'll ever see him again.
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「 2 」
Wrong, says the scheming universe, intent on proving otherwise.
You see him way too soon after that.
You're at the local store, having been sent to carry out some errands and buy groceries, and your eyes widen as you see a familiar face behind the counter. You don't want to face him, too aware of how you'd fled the scene and never even asked him if he was alright. You tap your foot anxiously as you hope to see the person behind the counter change soon, and a few minutes pass that way; you hiding and watching him, waiting for him to get up and go or magically vanish so you don't have to see him. But those hopes are dashed the moment he looks over the shelves separating you two and his eyes meet yours.
He brightens up visibly, and it makes you wonder how a person can be so lively and bright-eyed. There's no way he's brightening up because you're there, so it must be that he acts this way with everyone. That's also the reason why he gave you that smile, no?
You're taken back to the day he'd almost fallen, and how his friends had made teasing remarks to him once they thought you were far away. He'd laughed in response, saying something that you couldn't quite hear, but you imagine that's exactly what he intended, having caught on to a few of his words, telling his friends to lower their volume.
Some people are so bright and cheerful, and it genuinely surprises you how they can hold that much positivity in themselves.
Perhaps he's just one of those people, the main characters in a movie, the ones that change the world with their existence while the supporting characters merely look on from the sidelines and behold their glory.
You're a supporting character who had the fortune of being able to save this boy's face from becoming a pancake. That's quite a noble role you've been assigned. But nowhere in the script did it say that you'd have to make conversation with him.
So you stiffly reach the counter, putting your basket up for him to add up the purchase. You can feel his eyes on you as he moves, pressing some buttons that you don't know about while he hums under his breath. But you resolutely keep your eyes on the counter, on each of the items as he puts them one by one in a bag.
You reach out to take it, but-
But you end up taking his hand instead.
Jolting, you rip your hand back away from his, curled over the top of the bag he was trying to give you. You stare at his hand nervously, the emotions all too clear in your eyes as you try to make sense of what has just happened. Gulping, you reach for the bag again, focused on just holding it where his hand doesn't reach, but you get the shock of your life when he moves it forward, fingers colliding with yours momentarily before the bag is securely in your hands, and a smile is fixed on his face.
You realise he has a name-tag, but you're too flustered to look at him for more than a second, and you refuse to look at the tag and put a name to his face.
As you duck your head down and speed-walk out of the store, you can hear the smile in his words, "Thank you for shopping here!"
You should thank him for leaving you unable to think, you roll your eyes as you scold yourself mentally.
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「 3 」
It becomes a routine after that.
You see him everywhere. You see him in school, standing casually with his friends in the stairwell when you need to change floors - in the library when you're looking for a book - in the cafeteria when you need food.
Sometimes, it's just a fleeting look. You find him across the sea of students and you quickly look down, not wanting him to spot you. Sometimes, you look at him long enough that he can feel your gaze, and then you're hastily looking away, hoping against hope that he hasn't caught you. Sometimes, you find him looking at you when you see him, and your eyes widen and you turn your head away. You always wonder what he's thinking, those times.
You've realised one thing about him. He gives his full attention to whatever has it at any moment. When he's paying attention to his friends, it's as if they're angels from heaven, the way he makes them all seem so important to you with just a single look, just one smile at the jokes they're cracking.
You wonder what he thinks when he gives you attention.
He's even gone as far as to smile at you, and it leaves you feeling so nervous yet so alive at the same time. It's an exhilarating feeling.
It scares you, knowing that you've already given your mind to someone whose name you don't know, someone who you've never talked to. How long will you go before you crumble and give him your heart too? You shove that thought out of your mind, but you're not sure of your resolve.
After all, you see him too much to ever have him out of your mind.
Your next embarrassing scene occurs when you're going up the stairs. You're in a hurry, having to climb up three floors just to get to the lab and you're not happy knowing that you're already late. Walking as fast as you can, you're halfway to your destination, on the second flight of stairs when you reach out with your hand to grip the banister.
And it's incredibly soft.
Your hand closes around it, the feeling registering in your brain but not quite allowing you to react, and your eyes slowly travel towards your hand. The staircase is U-shaped, and instead of gripping the banister for your flight, you've gripped the one for the next one.
Scratch that. Your hand isn't even on the banister.
Someone else is holding onto it, in the process of walking downstairs and you've boldly placed your hand on theirs.
You look up at the person to whom the hand is attached, and because the world hates you, or maybe it loves embarrassing you, it's him.
Him, with his eyes wide, mouth slightly open while his tongue pokes out as he stares at your hand, then at your face, then back down. Your heart having stopped and your feet frozen mid-step, you regard him without a word. You tear your eyes away the same moment you retract your hand, and then you're walking quickly, turning, then climbing past him as you all but stomp up the stairs, wishing they'd open up and swallow you.
As your eyes flit down one last time, you see him still on that spot, and your eyebrows furrow in frustration as you bite your lip, beyond irritated at yourself for allowing yourself to be so affected by him.
It's not even as if you can pass it off as a random incident now. You'd recognised him, and he'd recognised you, because the flicker of recognition in your eyes was mirrored in his. You know him and he knows you and you can't claim to be strangers.
All that remains to be known now is his name, and you really don't want to know that. Not when you know how soft his hand is, because knowing both the things is only going to put a name to the face that keeps haunting you and refuses to leave you alone. It's only going to make your stupid thoughts that much realer.
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「 4 」
You're milling about in the lab with your classmates, aimlessly going from one shelf to another as you look for chemicals.
Halfway through the two hours long class, a bunch of students enter the lab, and you recognise them as your upperclassmen.
A stray thought enters your mind and you push it away angrily. Denial has always been a strong suit of yours, and your brain seems to think that if you pretend you hadn't noticed the stripes of his tie while you both had your cute staring contest, he won't be an upperclassman.
Anyway, you can't see him among the ones that have entered, so you can count on him to be in a different class.
Your teacher notices that you're mucking about without any intention of working, and you duck your head to avoid the glare that's sent your way. Busying yourself with adding things to test tubes, you pray that you're not taking your school towards a spectacular explosion.
Someone moves behind you, brushing past with an apology and you simply give a nod, engrossed for once in what you're doing.
"Can I have this?" the words eventually reach you, and you turn briefly to see an unfamiliar person pointing to a bottle next to your workspace that you no longer need.
"Ah, yeah, just put it back on that shelf after you're done." You gesture towards where you picked it up from. You should've put it back already, your teacher always says you should do so once you're done using something. But you also prefer working at your own pace.
"Where?" the person asks, and you turn around to point at the shelf properly, but the words die down. You remember the face from the first time you saw him. You're talking to one of his friends, merely an hour after that monumentally embarrassing incident and it makes your brain go slightly haywire. He can't be here, can he? You didn't see him in the crowd, there's no way he's here-
"Seonghwa!" a voice calls out, and you exhale imperceptibly, internally telling yourself to calm down.
You should've expected it.
He's an upperclassman, you're surrounded by those; of course you'd see him. Of course.
Hell, you had expected it. You'd secretly been hoping for it.
But it still makes your heart beat faster, both in nervous excitement and anxiety, and you have to will yourself to not make a fool out of yourself.
'Seonghwa' turns around to see his friend as said friend walks up to both of you, leisurely, looking for all the world totally unaffected, and you clench your fists, almost breaking a pipe in the process.
'It's okay, it's alright.' You touched his hand, but he touched yours too. If you're flustered, he should be equally so. And he did look affected, didn't he? All wide-eyed and surprised. That's enough for you to breathe a bit better.
He stops next to you, and gives you another one of his darned smiles. "Can we borrow this?" He points to the same bottle as if his friend hadn't just asked you for it, and you nod like the idiot you are.
He picks it up, ever so helpfully giving a few drops from the dropper to his friend before filling up his own test tube. Then he holds it back out to you. His friend opens his mouth, and you fail to notice the exchange between them which makes him shut his mouth, and then your tormentor is looking at you, expecting you to take the bottle off his hands.
Which you do, after a suspicious stare directed at his limbs.
And because you're a fool, which the universe has established time and time again, you end up grabbing the bottle and his hand.
Or maybe it's just your imagination from how paranoid you are.
Your eyes stray to his face, and it betrays absolutely no emotion, so you quietly go back to your work, and he turns away too, walking away with his friend. Perhaps you didn't do what you think you did.
Except the skin of your hand feels warm, and your face, warmer.
⤐
「 5 」
It's towards the end of the year that your paths cross again.
You're in the arts corridor, having just finished with drawing class, and you're lagging behind the rest of your classmates. As always, you got too frustrated with how your work was turning out, and spent most of the class correcting your mistakes rather than making any real progress. As a result, you're the last one to leave, having rushed through the sketch to at least feel a little productive.
Your eyes land on the music room. The door is shut, but some of the sound spills out. You can hear an instrument, though you can't tell what it is, but the tranquil, soft tune of it produces a similar emotion in you.
You halt, mulling over your options. Either rush to your classroom right now and apologise to the teacher, or stay here and be undeniably late for your next class, but enjoy the melody. The latter wins out, and despite your mind screaming at you to be a good student and not be late, your heart stands its ground and you lean against the wall, next to the door.
Now that you're closer, you can hear singing, and you shut your eyes, letting yourself be pulled under. Lost in the music, you don't realise that your hand has drifted over to the doorknob. You're just holding onto it, fingers curling, when a crash jolts you and you push the door open.
You stumble, having leaned too much of your weight on the hand that has pushed open the door, and you debate whether to own up like a self-respecting individual and apologise for the intrusion, or to just run away like a coward without showing your face to the occupants of the room. Which would be hard without shutting the door, because it's literally in the middle of your way back to class.
Your freedom of choice is taken away from you as someone walks over to the door and peeks out.
It's your hand-boy.
Well, he's not yours. But you might as well call him that. If he can be your tormentor, he can also be your hand-boy. The stupid train of thought is cut off when he raises his eyebrow questioningly, and the faint amusement shining in his eyes isn't lost on you.
But it's alright. You're smart.
"I heard a sound." You say, internally clapping yourself on the back as you congratulate yourself. "Did something break?"
He has talked to you thrice now, once when he thanked you for saving him, once in the store where he works, and then in the lab. But this is the first time you're speaking to him, and your voice trembles the slightest bit, throat tight. It's foolish to think this way, but you don't want him to think you're stupid, or you have a bad voice, or any of the million thoughts creeping into your head and kicking up a storm of insecurity.
"Oh, that," he rolls his eyes, eyelashes fluttering as the amusement takes over his whole face, and you want a recording of that moment, because he looks so beautiful and you replay it forever. There's equal parts mirth and exasperation dancing in those pretty, bottomless eyes of his and it makes you feel so, so warm.
"That was just my friend messing around."
"Hey, what're you saying, hy-" Song Mingi pokes his head out of the room, coming up behind your hand-boy (you curse your brain for coming up with that name for him). The words die down when he sees you, and then his face is brightening up too. "Oh, hey, y/n, didn't know you came around here!"
You were partnered up with him for a project once, and although that's the only time you had a prolonged interaction with him, you assume you're still on good terms. So you nod, and gesture to the art room behind you, not sure you'll be able to speak.
With the person called Seonghwa too, you'd felt the same way. It makes you feel too exposed to the world when you're with the hand-boy while a third person is observing you both.
"Ah, so you both know each other." Said boy cuts in. "Mingi here decided that it would be fun to play with the cymbals. Sorry if it worried you." He says, smiling amiably, but you can't help but notice the slightest playfulness that lingers, which makes the red rise in your ears, the hue hopefully sparing your face. He sounds like he knows something, and you can only hope that he doesn't know how hard he's making your heart beat.
You shake your head, both to dispel the thoughts and to answer his question. Then, eager to leave, you bring up being late to class. Mingi's eyes widen in alarm, and he rushes out an apology. It's cute how flustered he can get on someone else's behalf, and you resist the ever-present urge to ruffle his hair. He holds out his hand in a fist, expecting yours back to bump against his. Which he does get.
Everything is fine, you've evaded any embarrassing situation with your hand-boy. Except, because you're an idiot, your eyes stray to him one last time.
And the expectant look on his face says volumes. Or maybe it says nothing at all, which is what confuses you.
Like a fool, you reach forward on auto-pilot, grabbing his hand, shaking it once, twice, before you let go as if you've been scalded. Talking more to the ground than either of them, you mumble, "Take care." Sketchbook tucked safely in your arm, you all but run.
⤐
「 0 」
You're a real fool. An actual idiot. A total dimwit. But as much as you try assigning loving names to yourself, all you can come up with is 'whipped for the mysterious, nameless hand-boy.' And isn't that the funniest? You have a raging crush on someone whose name you've never even heard.
The stairs fill you with dread, the arts corridor fills you with dread, but it's not the negative sort. You always have stupid little butterflies in your stomach, making it churn while your heart thumps painfully loudly. Especially the hall where you'd first met him, saved his pretty face from being a pretty, flat face. You've made excuses to your family as to why it takes you so long to shop for groceries, because you really can't tell them you've been waiting for your crush's shift at the counter to end so you can avoid seeing him.
Are you a coward? Yes. Do you feel any shame admitting that? No. You're quite brave on that front.
But if there's one thing you really want to know, it's his name. When you wrack your brain, thinking too much of him despite pretending even to yourself that that's not what you're doing, you can almost recall the characters on his name-tag that you'd tried not to look at, and mostly succeeded.
Yes, you did think that you couldn't know his name when you knew how soft his hands were, because you didn't want to fall for him. But you're far past that stage. You know how soft his hands are, you know how prettily his eyes shine as if graced by stars, how his eyelashes flutter like the wind kissed them all. Not knowing his name now is injustice towards your poor heart.
You know a person who can tell you his name, but you also know that he can figure out why you want to know and completely ruin your life. (No, he can't; you're just dramatic.) Song Mingi teases people, even if he wouldn't have a smidge of suspicion regarding your intentions while asking him his senior's name, he's bound to crack jokes, and if any of his jokes makes your face turn scarlet and words come out stuttering, then you'll never live it down.
Hence, Mingi is out of the equation, and you're back to having no idea how to find out your mysterious hand-boy's name.
Seonghwa... The upperclassman called Seonghwa seems popular with your classmates, because you've heard his name once or twice in the conversations you happen to be close enough to hear. If you were to ask your classmates, would they tell you? How would you ask, anyway? 'Hey, can you tell me the name of that person's friend? The friend who's really cute and has a lovely laugh and a beautiful smile, with words that sound like flowers blooming in spring and eyes that just make my heart scream in frustration? And oh, those hands that I want to hold all the time. Right, I'm just slightly curious about him.' That idea sounds stupid even to you, and judging by the last few months, you've had quite a few stupid ideas.
You can only rely on yourself to find out his name, it seems. And you'll do your best to be your own wingman.
It's almost funny how easily it all falls into place.
The plan seems foolproof. The easiest way to find out would be to go to the store and ask the person who works the shift after him. So you do that. You offer to go shopping quite enthusiastically, and your parents give you a doubtful look once, before they're convinced you're just trying to be helpful and make up for your earlier behaviour. Which is exactly what you're doing; making up for the mistake of never reading his name off the tag he'd helpfully pinned to his uniform.
You're at the store, waiting outside for his shift to end, and it leaves an unexplainable feeling in you when you think of how it'd look under different circumstances; you waiting for his shift to end, then leaving together with him- okay, you need to stop thinking that.
Once you see him leave, you wait long enough for him to walk away, before slipping inside. It doesn't take long for you to buy everything. When the cashier is totalling up your purchase, you open your mouth once, twice. But the words don't come. You can't help but feel that if you asked, it'd shatter whatever you have right now. It's also too easy if you find out this way.
So you walk out glumly with your belongings, looking at the ground and wondering for the millionth time why you're so enamoured by a person who most probably doesn't even think about you.
A shriek leaves you when something grabs at your wrist, and for a moment you have to convince yourself that it's not a bug, not a snake or whatever scary thing you can think of. It's a hand belonging to another person, a very cute hand, and that makes you feel better for the duration of ten seconds before another sound leaves you, a strangled gasp.
Your hand-boy smiles at you like the cat that got the canary.
Which is probably a figment of your overactive imagination because you saw him finish his shift and leave. He can't be here ten minutes after you saw him leave.
"Hello," he coos, voice smooth and soothing, but the expression on his face is anything but, sending your thoughts scattering and nerves spiralling into chaos.
Your other hand is clutching onto the shopping bag, almost tearing into it with how tightly your fingers are digging into the material, and you focus on loosening your fist till your fingers are no longer white. Anything to keep your attention off of the boy next to you, his presence too large, invading too much of your mind and filling your brain with nothing but thoughts of him.
You didn't expect your attraction to him to be this bad, but being next to him is stopping you from thinking anything.
"H-hello," you finally respond shakily, voice barely above a whisper and you pray that he hasn't heard the stutter at the beginning. "Mingi's friend?" you add on, trying not to make it obvious that you know him by any other description.
"That's me," he says cheerfully, "You're y/n, aren't you?"
Your name off his lips is almost too much for you, ears turning red again and you pray that your hair is covering them. You can feel the telltale prickling at your face as blood rushes to it, and you can also feel your hand beading with sweat. You pray that he doesn't notice any of it.
But it's wishful thinking when he's so close to you that he could count your eyelashes, or you could count his. What you don't realise is that he's surreptitiously doing the former, while you're missing out on the latter because you just can't seem to look at him.
The traffic continues moving on the road, and you're just standing in front of the store, you holding onto your bag, and him holding onto your hand. It must look all shades of weird, but the world goes on with its business.
"Y/n?" Your name rolls off his lips again, and you realise you never answered him. You nod again, having completely lost the ability to speak. All you can think of is how smart you were to not ask his co-worker what his name is, because if he witnessed the interaction, there's no knowing how hand-boy would react.
"It's nice seeing you here after so long." He speaks again, and you turn to look at him, surprised and suddenly shy. He seems genuinely happy to see you, and the normal part of your brain appreciates that. The other part is busy crying over how amazing he is, but you ignore that.
"I come here often." You blurt out. It's not like you're lying. You've just avoided running into him.
"I know!" He responds, still sounding cheerful and you blink. "I see you when I leave, you just always look too much in a hurry for me to approach you. I decided I'll wait for you today."
Good lord.
"I- yeah. I am. In a hurry. Now." The words come out jumbled, and you hate yourself a bit when his hold on your wrist loosens and his hand slips away.
"That's alright, I should get going too." He continues with the same light-hearted tone he's kept throughout the conversation, and you're all too aware of how this is the longest you've ever talked. "I'll see you around in school, alright? Just ask around for Kim Hongjoong if you can't find me." He smiles, and he leaves just as quickly as he'd made your soul leave your body by grabbing your hand.
Kim Hongjoong.
So that's who he is.
And he said that he'd see you around in school.
You watch him leave, then slowly start walking in the direction of your home. It's only when you're in the safety and privacy of your room that you flop down on your bed and release a scream into your pillow.
You're even more whipped now.
Y/n, who? Whipped For Kim Hongjoong, that's who you are.
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「 +1 」
You work up the courage to ask one of your classmates about Kim Hongjoong, and she tells you which year he's in, and what class he belongs to. But that's all you do. You don't have the courage to actually go up to him, say hello, potentially become friends or even more. All you can think of is how brightly he shines whenever you see him.
It makes you wary of approaching him. It scares you when you think of how he must have so many other people that he could possibly like. It's just a dumb crush, if you ignore it long enough, maybe it really will dissipate on its own.
He's in the year above you, and you have two more years before you graduate. So you can count on seeing him around the coming year too, when he'll be a senior and absolutely dashing in his tie with the senior stripes.
And he'll have time for your juniors too, who'll flock to him because he'll be that model senior, won't he? The one that everyone loves. You'll just be one of those people. Your classmate mentioned he's a potential candidate for the student council; doesn't that make him some sort of god?
No use crying over spilled milk, and no use pursuing someone far out of your league, you tell yourself. So you go on with your life, studying for finals, or trying to, and hoping that you don't fail and get held a year back. That'd just be worse in the grand scheme of things, what with your traitorous heart still wanting to not look like a fool if you and Kim Hongjoong ever cross paths again. Just imagining how he'd look at you if you got held back is enough to spur you into studying, but it's also irritating as anything because he's the reason why you've been so distracted throughout the year.
Finals pass by in a blur, in before you know it you've surprisingly passed and levelled up in school years.
And yes, you're still avoiding Hongjoong like your life depends on it, every time you see him in the halls, you turn away and walk off in the other direction. And yes, you're still crushing on him. You come across two more of his friends, Jung Wooyoung and Choi San, who are both in your class and sit right behind you. You pretend not to know anything about him most times, and it works, to a certain extent.
When they do bring him up, you just make one excuse after another, slowly perfecting the art of fooling people (at least, you think).
"Y/n, remember that time you saved that guy from falling on his face?" gets answered with "I've saved plenty of people from falling like that in my life, who are you talking about, again?"
Wooyoung gives a shit-eating grin and says he's sure a lot of people have fallen for you, which both amuses and slightly saddens you. Because no, you don't know how many people have fallen for you, if any at all. You've always been oblivious (read: blind), and your tendency to avoid people whenever you start developing feelings for them is a major hindrance at times.
You'd like to hear at least once that someone has a crush on you and you make their heart pound, but you've never received such a confession. And you don't think you're ever getting it from Hongjoong of all people, so it makes you even more determined to blow off any mention of him. You do become tentative friends with San and Wooyoung, and the friendship gradually gets to the point that you can actually feel comfortable laughing and joking with them about such things.
But you still never bring Hongjoong up, and neither do they, as time passes.
You sometimes still catch Hongjoong's eye through a crowd of people, and every time you find yourself stilling as time slows down too, it sends a pang of hurt through you. There's also guilt, because behind the ever-present smile you can see how his face falls, and his light dims. You're the reason for that.
Wooyoung and San are both in the dance club, with their gorgeous friend Yeosang who sometimes drops by during lunch and spends time with the three of you. He's the one who starts talking about Hongjoong again, mentioning him now and then, and that's how the floodgates open.
Before you know it, San is moaning about his crush on one of the members of the music club, and how Mingi and Hongjoong get to spend way too much time with them. "It's only natural, San," you end up commenting, "He's the club president, he's meant to interact with the members."
The boy's eyes narrow as he stares at you, and then he cracks a smile. "Club president, huh? What about Mingi?" The question makes you defensive, and you abruptly ask, "What?", to which he just shakes his head, unsettling you even more.
If that wasn't enough warning for you to never speak again about the boy who stole your heart, Wooyoung starts talking about the store where Hongjoong works, and all of a sudden he has the juiciest gossip ever regarding the customers there. Do you care? No. Does San care? Not at all. Yeosang? Couldn't care less. But both of them seem so absorbed that you start to feel like you're being too unreasonable and suspicious with the way you keep avoiding him.
There's always the chance that Hongjoong hasn't yet figured out why you avoid him, and if you continue acting the way you do, he might just find out. And that'll be even worse, now that you're friends with his friends.
So you condition yourself to relax and not freak out whenever Hongjoong is mentioned.
It results in three things. One, you stop freezing up every time your friends mention him. Two, you actually come to terms with the fact that you're completely, irrevocably, not-so-stupidly in love with him. You have to be pretty smart to be in love with such a guy, quite honestly. Three, you end up facing Hongjoong for possibly the first time in months, and you make yourself at least nod and smile at him. You receive that lovely smile from him, which makes your heart race like anything, but surprisingly, you're able to act normal. (You hope.)
Your second proper conversation with him is something along the lines of you telling him to stop teasing San, and he widens his eyes, swearing up and down that he has no idea what you're talking about, but Wooyoung tells you later that everyone already knows about San's crush anyway. So, Hongjoong can still joke around with you, despite you having given him the cold shoulder - or no shoulder, honestly - for so long.
As you continue making small-talk with him, you realise he's really easy to talk to. Putting aside the fact that you like him, he's so cute and charming and interesting and all things good that you just can't help but feel so happy when you talk to him, and it's really easy.
There's just one thing that has changed. You no longer get to hold his hand. You can't act like you're doing it in the heat of the moment, without realising, so you can't step forward and grab his hand despite how you're sometimes almost crying with laughter at the things he tells you.
Hongjoong is an idiot who finds the weirdest things funny, an absolutely beautiful, lovable idiot, and he makes you so happy you might combust. But you can't hold his hand, because that's one thing you just can't convince yourself to do. That's perhaps the only thing that'll give away your love for him now, and you can't let him find out. Not when you're finally friends.
San asks you one day, "What's the first thing you would do if you got together with someone?"
"Hold their hand," slips out almost immediately from your mouth, because that's exactly what you're daydreaming about, and you bite your tongue when you notice the smirk on his lips.
"Why?" he asks, and you shrug, making an off-handed (yes) comment about enjoying the closeness.
He'd probably ask you more, but Wooyoung bursts into the classroom, looking way too gleeful with Yeosang hot on his heels, and you watch as the long time friends argue a bit before turning to you and San. "Mingi told your crush you like them, San." says Wooyoung, just as Yeosang slaps a hand over his mouth.
You can feel the boy next to you freezing, his bottom lip quivering before he lets out a laugh that's way too loud, and says he's not afraid. He sounds like you did when you stayed up late at night, convincing yourself that you didn't like Hongjoong, back when you didn't even know his name.
So you pat his arm, and offer, "I'll go scold him if you need." He gives you a slightly panicked smile, but shakes his head, before he gets up and says he'll talk to Mingi himself. You watch him leave, then turn to the other two boys and ask Yeosang why he didn't want San to know.
He gives you a disbelieving stare, before shaking his head and muttering something, which makes Wooyoung burst into laughter. You let out an annoyed sigh, before getting up from your seat and walking out of class.
Hearing about crushes only makes you think of Hongjoong, as sappy as that sounds, and you're also slightly mad at Mingi for throwing his friend under the bus so easily. You could never face Hongjoong again if someone told him, especially one of your close friends. San is a lot more sensitive than he seems, and you can only hope Mingi had a legitimate reason for doing what he did.
You're wandering aimlessly when someone calls out, "What're you doing out here?"
You whirl around, eyes meeting Hongjoong's, and your mouth opens wordlessly, then closes. "Mingi." You say, hoping that one word explains everything. It doesn't, and you sigh before everything pours out, how you know San would be hurt if things didn't go well, how Mingi shouldn't have been the one to tell them anything.
"So you're going in there for backup?" He asks, and you frown. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just walking around because I didn't want to stay in class with Yeosang and that loser." You feel bad for calling Wooyoung a loser, but you don't like how elated he looked when he broke the news.
Hongjoong laughs at that, shoulders shaking slightly, which you totally don't admire. You don't, because you're too busy trying not to blush at the sound, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists.
"Good, don't go." He says at length, and you look at him questioningly. "I'm getting to see you alone after so long, without all those kids breathing down your neck. Stay with me?"
"Well, it's not my fault you're such a busy senior, with your club and studying and even work and everything." You say, rolling your eyes and grinning to let him know you're joking. He pouts at that, but you follow him anyway as he walks over to the stairs.
As you climb them, walking behind him, you remember how you'd seen him a year ago on these stairs, grabbed onto his hand like an idiot. The you from that time would never believe you'd actually ever get to walk next to this amazing being, and even call him a friend.
"Mingi actually told San's crush because it got tiring for everyone to hear his moaning." He offers as you both come to a stop once the flight of stairs ends and you reach the platform before the next one.
"But that's not for him to decide," you argue, "No one should have to be outed like that, especially by their friends."
"But do you think San would do anything otherwise?" Hongjoong asks, and you don't have an answer. He exhales, before he turns further towards you, and you shoot him a surprised look. "I don't know about him, but I realised something. San still has another year here. I don't. And if I don't confess my feelings to the person that I like now, then I'll not have another chance."
Your heart sinks.
You'd always pushed the thought out of your head. But here it is. Hongjoong likes someone. He likes someone and-
And you almost miss his next sentence.
"That's why I asked you to come with me, instead of seeking out San and trying to do damage control."
Your eyes flit over to his. Your face says nothing, but your eyes say it all. He gives a soft smile, "It's you, y/n."
A beat passes.
"I'm telling you now because there won't ever be a better time. It's also because I don't want someone else to steal the light, or even you, but yeah, I'd like if you heard from me that I like you. Which I do. A lot."
Your hands are trembling, and you clench your fists harder than before, nails digging into your skin that much harder as you try to make sense of the words. "Are you joking?" the question finally slips out, and you hate that you can't even say it as a statement, because you don't want it to be a joke.
"I'm not, I promise." He says it with such determination and assurance that you can't help but believe him. "I really do like you, I have for quite a while."
You're silent for a bit, and he gives you that much, knowing you're thinking a million things that need straightening out. He always knows. It's why he's Hongjoong, the boy who cares so much about people.
"How long?" You ask after a while.
"The day I almost fell face first on the floor, you stopped me from doing so. But I did fall. I fell for you when you took my hand and saved my life."
You laugh, but you can also feel your eyes watering, and it ends up making you look more than a little shaken. He's exaggerating, and from the grin on his face, he knows it too. But he's not lying, because you do have eyes and you can see that he's blushing, and he keeps clenching his hands shut into fists, then unclenching them.
He steps forward suddenly, and you have no warning before he grabs one of your hands in his. His palm is slightly moist, though it's still warm, and with a start, you realise that he's actually nervous.
"I really care for you. Have always, ever since then. Since the beginning. And I know you came to the store a lot. You'd go in right after I left, and all my co-workers had too much fun telling me that. They all said it was because you knew I had a thing for you."
Fingers weaving in between yours as he curls them over the back of your hand, he continues, "These hands, I want to hold them all the time. I want to hold you too, of course, but..."
"But you just want me for my hands." You say.
He laughs, a beautiful sound in the silence surrounding you, your own little world on the stairs, away from everyone else. "Not just your hands, but maybe they matter a lot more to me than you think. These hands are mine. Mine to hold, mine to love."
The way he calls your hands his makes you tear your eyes away from his, flushing as your eyes settle on your hands joined together.
"Won't you give me a chance?" he asks, and his thumb is still stroking your hand, his palm warm against yours as he holds your hand like it's the most delicate flower on the planet. Safe. it makes you feel cared for.
As you blink back your tears, you nod.
He smiles, then closes the remaining distance between the two of you. After a year and a half of knowing this boy, he's kissing you, hand in yours with that sweet smile of his against your lips.
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Spider-Man: Far From Home Review
This is my 200th original blog! I’m happy to make it about one of my favorite fictional characters and I’m glad to report that Spider-man: Far From Home is an absolute blast! I loved it and can’t wait to see more of Peter (Tom Holland) and his corner of the MCU. They did a great job of retaining the well-developed interpersonal relationships of Homecoming while upping the stakes and taking Peter and his classmates on a tour of Europe.
Full Spoilers…
Peter’s journey from street-level Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man to full-blown international superhero Avenger takes a solid step here, with Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) drafting him into a battle with Elemental beings from a parallel universe. At first I thought it was kinda lame of Fury to be so all-in on high school junior Peter Parker suiting up instead of helping Mysterio (Jake Gyllenhaal) fight the Elementals himself—I’ve always thought the MCU’s reliance on SHIELD to bring heroes together rather than the heroes teaming up by themselves made them less altruistic in a way, plus why do we need Fury if he’s just going to sit on the sidelines and point heroes at obvious threats?—but then I realized they were playing Fury as the parent or invested teacher in a high school movie. So, forcing Peter to help in the battle with the Elementals was their take on that kind of character encouraging a kid to step up and make the most out of their potential. He even goes so far as to ruin Peter’s vacation to get him to take his “job” seriously, and looking at him that way—with the Spider-films functioning as superhero movies by way of John Hughes—his role works really well (much like Tony Stark’s role as a parent who could say no to Spider-man in Homecoming). I also liked that Fury did agree to help Peter keep his identity a secret to an extent—that was reasonable of him—and "Night Monkey" was a fun gag (I wonder if he’ll don that simian alter ego again, given how this movie ends).
I liked that Peter’s anxiety over telling MJ (Zendaya) how he felt affected his Spider-sense—it seemed like a realistic parallel to being so stressed out that you literally worry yourself sick—and this worked much better than Spider-man 2’s Peter losing his powers just because he didn’t want to be Spider-man anymore. Making his “Peter Tingle’s” (lol!) function related to his stress and emotions also leaves the door open for his Spider-Sense to fail again, which is a nice dramatic bomb waiting to go off. Another dramatic bomb I’d like them to detonate is letting Peter realize that Tony wasn’t all great and did screw a lot of people over. Both Mysterio and Vulture made valid points about Tony and it wouldn't be a betrayal of Peter's Stark-adoration to recognize that he was a flawed person; it'd be the responsible, grown-up thing to do. Much like in Homecoming, I do worry that the MCU is playing Peter as Tony Stark's successor and heir apparent too much without fully exploring what we know to be the truth about Tony. I don’t want Peter to be the next Iron Man—he should be the first self-made Peter Parker instead—but it was a nice moment to see him take the steps of designing his new suit (even if I was hoping it’d be the classic one). Karen was fun and useful as someone for Peter to talk to in the last film, but I didn’t miss her in his new suit since he had Happy (Jon Favreau), Ned (Jacob Batalon), and MJ. I liked that Peter got to put his science skills to use and design his own web attacks instead of Stark gifting everything to him, though I’ll concede that the "moment" of Peter picking up the holo-designers did have a significant impact. Still, I loved him walking away from the Avengers in Homecoming (though I wish he hadn't gotten the Stark suit back) and I hope he eventually walks away from Stark Industries too instead of inheriting it or something. I want him at Horizon Labs and/or creating Parker Industries as a startup, inventing tech that helps the little guy instead of creating global defense networks. Speaking of, EDITH (Dawn Michelle King) was a fun addition to the film and Peter's mistakes with it felt appropriately teenager-esque (in a heightened superhero way, of course). I liked that it was way too much for him to handle and that he tried to get rid of it. I wish he’d destroyed it in the end, though my initial impression was that it’s essentially neutered now since all the drones are down and, given his reaction to seeing into everyone else’s phones, we can trust that he won’t use it that way again.
On the whole, the Spider-man films are the most enjoyable in the MCU (I also love that so much of their screentime is about Peter’s non-superhero life; we don’t get to see that from many other MCU heroes), but ignoring major dramatic moments keeps them from topping the Cap films as the MCU’s best. My biggest disappointment here is that we didn't—and apparently won't—see the fallout from May (Marisa Tomei) finding out that Peter is Spidey. I would’ve thought she’d be concerned about how being a superhero will affect his future (not to mention his safety), though I guess not since she fully encourages him to take his suit to Europe (also playing into that "embrace your potential" parental space Fury operates in). Was there a period where she worried about him before they came to this "everything is fine!" place? Did they compromise on ground rules for his superheroics vs. getting his homework done? The fallout from that reveal was a necessary piece of their arcs and it’s a mistake to skip it. I wish we hadn't had to detour into Infinity War after Homecoming (or that May walking in on him in the suit had also been Peter’s introductory scene in IW) and that we could've seen more of Peter and May's paths to get to this point.
Regardless, I liked seeing a new role for May now that she's in the know. It would've been nice to use that role to help give Peter advice or something, but it’s OK that that mainly manifested in her pushing him towards being a hero (and giving him an alibi to ditch the trip). Peter asking her for pointers on how to tell MJ he liked her would've been a solid route to take too (like when she helped him get ready for the dance in Homecoming), and it could’ve been a chance to bring up Uncle Ben and how he first told May about his feelings. I love that life for Peter and May hasn't ended with Ben’s death, but it would be nice to directly reference him. Continuing to mourn him would've been too much with Peter also mourning Stark's death (and it would've made Happy and May's flirtation awkward), but both Peter and May have clearly moved on so it would be OK to reference him without always being a downer. Ben’s initials on Peter’s briefcase were a nice subtle touch, but my friend pointed out that the suitcase getting blown up should’ve had more meaning to May and Peter instead of getting played off as joke (“Where’s your luggage? Oh right; it got blown up!”). Even a moment to say that physical things don’t matter when they can remember Ben and live as he did would’ve been enough. Speaking of Happy and May, I thought they were cute and I like where it's going (it if does go anywhere). At one point I thought not Snapping May would’ve been a way to bring the classic May into the MCU, but I wouldn’t have liked putting her through five years of hell with Peter having vanished. I like this May much better than the classic one who might have a heart attack just by finding out that Peter is Spider-man, and taking him away for that long probably would’ve led to that version so I’m glad they didn’t. I liked May helping the homeless shelter rather than sitting at home worrying about Peter being Spider-man: it’s nice to see her being a hero in her own right. I wonder if that job will bring us Mr. Negative sometime down the line; he could make things even worse for Spidey's rep.
Speaking of, this was an excellent rendition of Mysterio! I can't believe I didn't realize how perfect a villain he is for an era full of Fake News, where our leaders lie to us so casually and very few citizens bother to fact-check what they say. I hope he’s not dead and I don’t believe it. Faking that death would be a hard needle to thread with people clearly believing that he died a hero—so there must be a body, right?—but I’m sure there are ways around that. If he really is gone, what a way to go out! I definitely didn't expect him to announce Peter's secret to the world, but I'm glad they did: that’ll open up a lot of story potential and we’ve seen Peter do the secret identity thing in seven movies now; we can do one where he fights to put the genie back in the bottle and has to deal with the fallout. Gyllenhaal was very good in the role—the perfect mix of heroism, menace, and self-important ridiculousness—and while I knew he was a villain, he had me wishing that he wouldn't follow his comic book roots. I liked that he was the adult who let Peter slack and indulge in what he wanted rather than what was (arguably) best for his future (and certainly best for the world), and their chemistry allowed for a quick development of their brotherly bond. I liked the idea I saw online a while back about Quentin Beck having been a special effects guy on the "really old movies" Peter is always referencing who lost his job because of CGI, but his backstory here was so much better and it was very cool how they tied him and his cronies into the history of the MCU. I'm also so happy we got a comics-accurate costume for him! They really drove home the point that it would be impossible to fight Mysterio if you didn't have Spider-Sense and the sequence showcasing that was fantastic. Yes, that CGI was noticeably CGI, but given how he creates his illusions and the fact that it's a filter over real-world dangers, I thought it totally worked. The point wasn’t to create a photo-realistic illusion at that moment anyway, as there were several images that didn’t make logical sense in the “real world:” Beck was trying to scare and disorient Peter, getting him to hurt himself on real-world dangers, and the kid fell for it. I've never seen that threat level from this character before and that was a standout sequence of the entire MCU. I'm sorry that it looks like Sandman, Hydro-Man, Molten Man, and Cyclone are just illusions in this universe, but the Buzzfeed theory the gang finds means they could still be out there. Maybe Mysterio based the Elementals on them in the first place!
I'm of two minds about Nick Fury in this film. On one hand, I like the role he played in Peter's life here. On the other, the post-credits reveal that he was actually Talos (Ben Mendelsohn) acting as Fury while the real Nick was on vacation undercut the genuinely interesting character development Fury got. I really liked that he went from knowing everything about the world to knowing nothing. It's also more impressive if Mysterio dupes the real Fury instead of a stand-in. If Talos was sending Fury regular reports, then both those things are still at least halfway true, but it's not as effective or clean IMO. I’m glad to know Fury is a human who needs a vacation sometimes—the always alert, always prepared, always badass character the early MCU films painted him as would get boring and one-dimensional—but with these character developments maybe this wasn’t the best time to play the Skrull card. I hope the Skrull reveal is a one-time gag about Fury taking some time off (which does explain his insistence that Peter jump into the battle instead of doing it himself) and not a prelude to Secret Invasion. There just isn't time in these movies to sacrifice a whole film's worth of character development for a Skrull reveal. Secret Invasion would totally work in an MCU show, but the films aren’t like the comics where we have decades of time spent with the real characters plus a significant amount spent with their replacements; if they decide a character was a Skrull for an entire movie, that’s like a ninth of their total MCU screentime and development (if not more) erased.
I was happy that we got to spend a lot more time with MJ in this film. She's awesome, Zendaya plays her perfectly, and I really like this direction for her character! Her interest in the morbid history of everything is very endearing and I also like her obsession with telling the truth. At first I thought that might be a fun and interesting challenge for her once she found out about Peter (a twist the trailers shouldn't have revealed...classic Sony!), but now I'm thinking it could drive her towards journalism like in the Ultimate Comics universe. I would love to see her, Peter, and Ned team up to prove Peter's innocence and tell the world what really happened (while covering up Pete’s ID, which would bring that challenge aspect back to her). I liked that she played an integral role in discovering the truth about Mysterio and that she figured out Peter was Spider-man on her own; now I'd like to see that applied to her future. Her burgeoning relationship with Peter was sweet and felt well-developed given how long they’ve known each other; they are very cute together and their first kiss felt very teen-realistic. I can't wait to see how they work as a couple! With Midtown’s mascot being a tiger, I wonder if we'll get the "Face it, Tiger..." moment at some point.
Ned and MJ's low-key competition about knowing Peter's secret was fun too. I'm glad Ned has grown out of wanting to tell everyone Peter's secret (though that did create some fun drama and obstacles we wouldn't have gotten from the more responsible Peter by himself). I really like his friendship with Peter (and Batalon’s rendition of Ned) and even though he didn't get to be the Man in the Chair this time around, they could easily bring that back next time to help clear Pete's name. Ned and Betty's (Angourie Rice) trip-long summer romance was a funny subplot and a nice nod to their comic book marriage. I'm glad Betty got more screentime here, even if it's still weird to me that she's so visually patterned after Gwen Stacy (if they are saving Gwen for Spider-Gwen, I'm all for it!). I loved that the school news reports Betty and Jason (Jorge Lendeborg Jr.) anchor are still so hilariously (and realistically) bad! They were the perfect vehicle to recap The Blip and I really liked how it was handled. This film isn't the place to look at the massive problems such seismic shifts in the global population would cause, but I firmly believe the MCU needs to address them somewhere (Agents of SHIELD and the other shows would be my choice). They could get literal years of great drama exploring the fallout of both snaps, the global upheaval, the extremes surviving heroes went to, surprising heroic turns from villains that were left behind, etc. and while I'm glad they didn't just erase Thanos' Snap, it's a massive missed opportunity not to mine the fallout for all it's worth somewhere. Global changes like this should be felt in everything going forward, even if they're not the main focus. Still, the kids’ frustration that they had to take their midterms over again and the weirdness over some kids having aged five years while the rest of them didn’t worked perfectly for the corner of the MCU this movie was playing in. Those felt like realistic teen complaints and they’re all I needed from this film in terms of the Blip.
Flash (Tony Revolori) was funny and I liked the surprise beat at the end about his parents not arriving at the airport to welcome him back. His adoration of Spider-man and jerkiness to Peter is still a fun combination too, though I would like to see Peter ruminate on that dichotomy a little more. Give Peter a moment where he feels like he’s getting one over on Flash because his bully idolizes his alter ego or something, then pull the rug out from under him with Flash being Flash (they almost have this moment here, but it’s more about establishing Flash’s Spider-fandom than Peter really considering/laughing at it). Still, I can't wait to see how he reacts to the knowledge that Peter is Spider-man! The teachers (J.B. Smoove, Martin Star) were great again too! Peter has one of the best supporting casts in the MCU and this film was no different. Mr. Harrison's tragic and over-shared love life was great fun, as was science teacher Mr. Dell being convinced the Elementals were the work of witches. Even though they do care about the students, the teachers being so inept goes a long way towards justifying how easy it is for Peter to slip away to do his hero thing. It’s also very funny; I wouldn’t change a thing! I liked that they made a point of joking that there had been very little science on this science club trip, but as excuses to get them to Europe go, it didn't bother me at all that they never got to study science.
I was delighted to see JK Simmons return as J. Jonah Jameson! That was a great bit and the evolution of the character into a Fox News-styled conspiracy theorist pundit who peddles lies is a perfect direction to take the character. I can't wait to see where he goes next! It would make total sense for him to hire the Scorpion (who already wants revenge on Spidey) or Kraven to take down the "menace" of Spider-man (perhaps as a dry run for the Sinister Six) in this context. I'm also wondering if we'll finally hear "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" as a rebuke to JJ from Peter: with such a large platform that commands power and implies trustworthiness, Jonah (and the press in general) has a responsibility to tell the truth, especially in an age where people will believe anything. As bad as our leaders are, the press enabling them by publishing conspiracy theories and not calling lies out as lies is an equally enormous problem and that would be an excellent “villain” to tackle in the next Spider-man. I wonder if they’ll let Peter re-establish his secret ID, or if he’ll end up accepting his pubic status as a way of showing he’s different from the liar leading the Daily Bugle.
The world of this film was great and I'm eager to see more of Peter's corner of the MCU. I liked that they continued to emphasize the diversity of the real world through Peter’s classmates; we definitely need more of that (in addition to getting more diverse characters as leads). I thoroughly enjoyed the acting from everyone in the cast. The pacing was perfect and they balanced the romantic drama, decisions about Peter's future, action, comedy, and stakes very well! There was a cool variety of fight scenes and I really liked Peter working to secure buildings and civilians while Mysterio took on the Elementals. The CGI was great and well-used. Michael Giacchino’s score was excellent once again! I really like his orchestral version of the 60s Spider-man cartoon theme (and hope we get a similar rendition of the 90s X-men theme for their reboot), as well as the other themes Giacchino developed for this series. The pop culture songs they used are great, but they shouldn't shy away from songs today's kids like as well. As a kid in the 90s, I listened to songs from the 60s on an oldies station along with current music so it doesn't bother me that Peter's music also spans decades, but there should be a more even mix of the two. I’ve seen comments online about how using modern music would date the film, but a major reason the 80s classics are “timeless” is because the people who grew up with them now use them in their films. Peter and his tastes shouldn’t be limited to what a 30-40 year old thinks is cool; they should be what the current teens think are cool.
I wonder how Peter being unmasked will affect Vulture for keeping his ID a secret, to say nothing of how it's going to wreck his personal life. This should be a seismic shift in his status quo and I hope they don't skip over it again like with May finding out. Maybe Black Cat could help Peter navigate the “criminal” lifestyle and make things even more complicated for him when he’s seen hanging out with an actual thief. Maybe Peter will get snarkier because of all this (since these movies are already so funny I didn’t notice his lack of quips until I saw author Gail Simone mention it on Twitter, but this turn of events could be a way to sharpen his comedy a bit). How will it affect May? Regardless of my (ultimately small) misgivings with certain aspects of this Peter’s development, Tom Holland is excellent in the role and they're telling their story very well, so I’m happy and excited to see as many adventures as he’s willing to suit up for! Who knows; maybe they can make Miles Morales the self-made, homemade Spidey instead of Pete. If he were Peter's contemporary instead of his multiverse counterpart here—do their team-up like a buddy cop movie with them as competing teenage Spider-men—they could make a statement out of Peter getting handed the keys to Tony’s kingdom while Miles has to resort to homemade methods, which would be pretty cool and socially relevant.
Whatever the future of the MCU has in store for Peter, I can't wait to see it! Far From Home is an absolute blast that's neck-and-neck with Homecoming for best live-action Spider-man film (Into the Spider-verse is still the best Spider- (and superhero) film overall) and you should definitely see this while it's in theaters!
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✦ —Roleplay Request [ ALWAYS OPEN ]
table of content
Introduction
What I’m looking for
Types of Roleplay
Rules and Regulations
Fandoms/ Originals
Abandoned Plots
FAQ
Final Note
Contact Information
introduction
Hi, you can call me Reece. I am a twenty-seven year old university student, who is studying psychology and english literature. A lot of my time is spent studying, thus the lack of a social life, but in my spare time I like to read, write, play video games, and watch movies, among other things. I have a variety of hobbies and love making friends with like minded individuals. Admittedly, I can be a bit shy in the beginning, so forgive me. I have been writing since I was ten, and discovered roleplaying when I was fourteen. I started out in chat rooms, bounced around forums, and was even a member of the now defunct Quizilla. I’m trying to make a comeback within the roleplay world after having to take unforeseen hiatuses due to ongoing health issues. At this time I am looking for something casual and relaxed; nothing stressful. I will list my rules and such, in addition to what I'm craving below.
what I’m looking for in a partner
Someone willing to take the time to sit down and plan out a story we’ll both enjoy.
Someone who will respect me in the same manner as I will them. It’s a two way street and I’m tired of being disrespected and harassed.
Someone who will take the time to read my rules and regulations. There have been too many instances where I’ve discovered people have either disregarded my rules or simply glossed over them. In exchange if you have any concerns please bring them to me.
Someone who understands that I won’t be able to respond every day. I’ve been dealing with an ongoing health issue since back in June and every month it’s been constant trips to the doctor. It will take me a bit, have patience with me, please. There are some days where I might only be up for talking OOC, then there are others where you might not hear me because I simply don’t feel well.
Someone who doesn’t mind that I’m that person who adores our roleplay so much that I will make everything from mood boards, edits, and playlists dedicated to our characters, ships, etc.
Someone who doesn’t mind talking outside of roleplay. Another perk of roleplay is finding friends and that’s what I seek. I would like to find someone who I can build a friendship with. We can fangirl over our story and our ships, talk about our day and slowly get to know one another. ❤
types of roleplay
basic:
Contact me with what fandom(s) you’re interested in, we’ll make a mutual decision on the choice, before exchanging oc information and discussing plots. The format is what we’re all used to: portraying our oc’s, each other’s love interest(s) and side characters.
doubles:
More or less the same as above, except if there is more than one thing you’d like to do and are up for doing more than roleplay, than we can. I will probably only accept 2-3 per person, due to time management.
split:
The format is similar to the basic formula, we both choose one fandom of our respective sides. Then, we exchange oc information, love interests and plots.
split 2.5:
This is similar to the former, but different than the ones before it. Normally, a split roleplay is done where we choose two separate fandoms; but I can make an exception for a basic format if that is what you wish. Now, here is where it’s different after we choose our respective fandoms, along with our oc information we will include a big or small write up of a plot for our character and their love interest(s). Now, I will give my partner full-rein in regards to what kind of plot they want. Want a storyline filled with drama and mayhem? Go for it. Want a reverse harem storyline with four characters vying for your character’s heart? Fine with me. This is your opportunity to play out any kind of headcanons and storylines you wish. I only ask for nothing that violates my rules or limits, otherwise sky’s the limit. I will may accept 2-3 per person. If you need help with a storyline, let me know.
rules and regulations
length:
Normally, I will write one to two paragraphs on both sides. However, that is not my limit for I can write anywhere between one to five paragraphs per sides. Length for a single paragraph can range anywhere between 200-500+ words, whereas each individual side usually equates anywhere from 400-800+ words. I like to consider myself a paragraph|multi-paragraph writer, although I know a lot of people are converting to novella writers, I can accommodate to a novella partner just beware that it will take me longer to reply to you as opposed to someone else. This is due to how much time and effort that goes into novella responses. I am the type of person who likes to take the time to construct a quality response, rather than rush and send someone a response for the sake of replying. Which is why I ask, please give me time to write your response.
format:
I can write in either first or third person, despite preferring first because I can connect with my character more; I will do whatever my partner feels more comfortable with and if that’s second so be it. Also, don’t forget that roles between the two of us should follow accordingly; I play my OC, your love interest(s) and additional side characters. While you play your OC, my love interest(s) and additional side characters.
love interests, mary sues, and spotlight:
I’m lenient when it comes to love interests, as I allow more than one suitor for our characters because love triangles make the story more interesting. However, I would ask that if we just so happen to have the same choice(s) for a love interest that we don’t fight about it; instead try to sort things out. I’ve literally had someone threaten me, simply because I liked the same person as them (I’m not kidding). Second, I’m not an extremist when it comes to characters; meaning I won’t knit pick about every little thing. All I ask is no Mary-Sues and no hogging the spotlight; this is a storyline created between the two us. Let’s share it please.
spelling and grammar:
There are a lot of people who tend to knit pick about this; but rest assured I will not. All I ask is that you have a decent grasp on both spelling and grammar. Do this and we’ll get along fine; this is something that I can and will promise you.
manners and etiquette:
This should be common knowledge, but all I ask is that during our time writing together that you treat me with respect and courtesy; I will return the gesture as it is only right. I’d like us to get along, I would hate for a disagreement to ensure and there was bad blood between us due to something frivolous.
patience and commitment:
I am a full-time student, attending college and leave for school early in the morning and return home later in the afternoon; I am usually quite tired when I return home, but I try to reply to my partners as frequent as possible. However there are times, unfortunately when I cannot reply when I’d like due to an abundant amount of assignments, health issues which can lead to me becoming sick or an emergency at home. I try to inform my partners of these occurrences, but if you don’t hear from me in two weeks time don’t be afraid to send me a message and ask me about it. What I won’t accept, is being spammed every five seconds with the same message; again and again because I’m not replying like you’d like me to. I do my best to get to you all, roleplay is supposed to be fun and enjoyable; an escape from reality for both of us. It shouldn’t have to feel like a job. I will do the same for you because I understand everyone here has different lives and schedules to attend to; but please don’t ditch me half-way through the roleplay. If you need to take a break or something; then please tell me. I don’t bite- I’ll understand.
limits:
Upon sending a request please include your limits; the last thing I wish is to make you uncomfortable. My own limits include but are not limited to the following: male x male, female x female, incest, paedophilia, and bestiality. This is where my limits stand as of now and may or may not change depending on future roleplays. If you’re unsure about something please don’t hesitate to ask me. In regards to what I will do well I am open to mature themes within my roleplays; actually, I would prefer if my partner was as well. These themes are but not limited to: foul language, violence, blood/gore (but not too heavy, please), smut, sex, alcohol, drugs ( prescription or not), mental illness, psychological themes and more. However, please be advised that I would like to keep everything to a certain level; this means while I do allow cursing, please do not have your character do so every other word. Also, I will not engage in a roleplay that is dedicated solely to sexual activities, alone. I believe that there is more to a storyline than this.
canon, crossovers and au:
I can do strictly canon roleplays or an alternate universe roleplay. Alternate Universes can range from ‘what if’ situations, different settings and scenarios. If you have an idea let me know, or we can brainstorm ideas together; I also have a list of AU prompts so let me know if you’d like to take a look at it. I am also crossover friendly
location:
I use mediums such as Skype, Discord and Kik to talk ooc, but tend to roleplay through Google Docs, Email (preferred) or Tumblr.
ooc chit-chat:
I’d like to chat on the sidelines with my partners, as it allows the two of us to get to know each other; thus making things less awkward for the both of us. Plus, I like to make friends with my partners and would enjoy the extra person to converse with.
roleplay subjects
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g-NIA7WE3wyKf6H9bVQSeBcaYR8GpeEvbxtAJF3jvSQ/edit?usp=sharing
The link above will provide my full list of fandoms (cravings included) and original prompts. Please be sure to visit before contacting me.
final checklist
Respect my limits and I’ll respect yours.
This list will be updated when I see fit
If it’s not on my list, don’t ask me about it, no offence but you’re wasting my time and yours.
Please acquaint yourself with my rules before messaging me. Failure to comply with them or in the instance of repeat offences will result in the termination of the roleplay.
Love interests are written in order of preference. If there is only one listed then that’s the only one and I won’t change it.
Listed above are the fandoms I would be interested in writing for, with them are characters who I wished played against my OC. In return, I will play a character opposite your own OC.
Please try to have at least two choices when contacting me. I will be thrilled if you have more than that.
In all seriousness don't contact me if you're going to ditch. I'm just tired of getting excited over requests and then get dropped. It's even more disappointing when it's something I was looking forward to or spent hours writing a starter. If there's something you want to be included or omitted let me know. If you need to step away from the roleplay, let me know. Please don't just stop replying or delete me or whatever. Now, if you haven't heard from me within a week or two send a follow-up message; I cannot stress this enough. Sometimes it's school, other times it's my health, there will be days where I don't have the strength to reply. Then, sometimes it's simply something as simple as an email being misplaced or a technical glitch. Regardless, I will always get replies to my partners; it just might take me longer. If you cannot understand this, then I am not the partner for you.
As mentioned at the beginning of this request I am looking for something casual and stress-free. I'm not the quickest replier due to school and health problems. Which is why I ask that you not harass me. I don't mind if it's been a few days or more and you give me a soft poke (i.e. ”Hey, I'm just checking in, etc). What isn't appropriate is sending me a string of messages in pursuit of a reply, getting angry with me for not responding, threatening to end the roleplay, or assuming that I've ditched because I haven't replied in a few days. When someone harasses me, I become stressed, when I become stressed, I will no longer want to continue the roleplay. I will simply end things altogether. Again, I don't mind a light nudge or friendly ask. Most days I'm up for OOC talk, even if the roleplay is on pause, but anything else will not be tolerated. I'm tired of it.
Be prepared to plot.
Split roleplays are an option
Double roleplays are an option
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Whoop, I guess it's April 13th and I already posted my new fic stuff on Sunday. I was hoping to get a couple one-shots done or something, but I've spent the last couple weeks helping a friend prep/recover from surgery and said friend is my primary brainstorming partner t'boot. It's surprisingly difficult to brainstorm with someone who just got out of surgery! I'm like, "yo, should I have John do this thing or that thing?" and they're like "zzzzzzzzzz snore snore just fifteen more hours of sleep first..."
Hmm, so. How about I share one of the relatively polished scenes I've got cooking for Constants & Variables Act 4? (PS: someone stop me from sub-titling this act "R.O.D.: Retcon Or Die." My beta reader is doing the opposite of discouraging this nonsense! Bad beta reader!) CW for violence and a small bit of blood.
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Despite what Auto-Responder and Jake and probably everyone else who knew him assumed, Dirk didn't relish the opportunity to kick his glitchy descendant's ass. If he'd actually found that shit enjoyable, he wouldn't have been so hesitant to take the kid on as a protege.
He doubted anyone would actually believe it, but it was what it was: sending Daveglitch flying across the block was just fucking depressing, not satisfying.
"Stop jumping in on the easy openings, Glitch," Dirk said, lowering his katana without lowering the rest of his guard. "If it's obvious to you, it's sure as hell obvious to me and I'll see you coming five miles away."
Daveglitch climbed back to his feet, taking a deep breath as he steadied himself. "Got it." Under the glitch's influence, the kid was unstoppable, an opponent that even Dirk struggled to match. Without it, he crumbled before Dirk even broke a sweat.
"How exactly do you expect to help the lad by kicking his caboose time and again?" Jake called from the sidelines. He leaned back against the wall and kept his arms crossed as he watched the strifes.
"It's called the 'drop them in the deep end until they swim' method," Dirk said, sliding into an offensive stance and waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring.
All told, for as easy as it was to bat Daveglitch around on a counterattack, it was hard to get the drop on the kid the rest of the time. Daveglitch was faster than Dirk when he wanted to be and he had uncanny observational skills borne from glitch-lent senses.
Still, better to exhaust every angle while in a controlled setting than risk the kid discovering an otherwise unknown weakness while in the heat of a real life-or-death battle.
Dirk shot forward in a flashstep and Daveglitch responded in kind. Their swords clashed in a deafening blow, the echos drowned out by continued strikes. Daveglitch stabbed, Dirk blocked and slid in to land a kick, Daveglitch spun out of reach and slashed at Dirk's back, Dirk ducked and slashed at Daveglitch's legs, Daveglitch jumped over Dirk's blade... Dirk's main goal was to provide a new line of attack as often as possible, changing shit up to push Daveglitch's limits until repetition could take him off-guard again and then Dirk would push him hard the other direction until there were no more damn limits to push.
The main difference between the kid and the glitch's ability in a fight was confidence, and the relative lack thereof. Daveglitch hesitated. He faltered. He questioned himself. The glitch, when it acted alone, didn't have time for such emotional weaknesses, just like the Auto-Responder. Computers were fast. When built right, they had the capacity for perfection, at least when it came to executing tasks.
No organic lifeform could hope to match those levels, not even a kid who'd played host to a digital ghost.
Which was why Dirk didn't have room to go easy on the kid. If Daveglitch was going to survive an encounter with another version of that glitchy asshole from some doomed timeline, he had to be as close to fucking perfect as it got. With any luck, he wouldn't have to trash his flesh identity to do so.
Dirk caught Daveglitch's wrist and threw him into the wall. Daveglitch remained silent, but the wall made a pretty loud thud.
"Stop going for the predictable hits, Glitch," Dirk said, keeping his sword raised in case Daveglitch got a second wind right away.
"Dirk!" Jake snapped, stomping into the ring and over to check on Daveglitch. "That's too rough!"
Dirk shrugged, but he did lower his weapon. God, he didn't want to flip back to black with Jake, not on top of everything else going down. "He can take it."
Jake glared over his shoulder at him. "That doesn't mean he fucking should!" he said. He knelt to check on Daveglitch and caught his shoulder, gently rubbing it. "You okay, lad? You didn't hit your noggin, did you?" he said, his tone softening.
"I'm cool," Daveglitch said even as he winced. He struggled to climb back to his feet and Jake slipped an arm around his middle to help steady him. "This shit is exactly what I asked for. You don't need to go to bat for me."
"I'm sure you have a lot of moxie, but I think a breather is in order regardless. Don't you, Dirk?" Jake said, shooting Dirk a Look that communicated plain as day that he'd be sleeping alone for a perigee if he didn't relent.
Dirk held back a sigh as he put his katana away. "Yeah, take a break, Glitch. Save straining yourself for when you're in the field," he said, because even if he had to back down, he was at least going to shove in a reminder that Daveglitch's real opponents wouldn't go so easy on him.
Jake rolled his eyes. All those fucking sweeps and he finally grew a backbone. Dirk equally admired and hated him for it -- God knew Jake needed to learn to stand up for himself, but he could have chosen some better hills to die on.
Daveglitch hesitated, still gripping his sword. "I'm not down for the count yet."
"Now, now. Dirk's given the order, so just sit your tush down and take a well-earned break," Jake said, coaxing Daveglitch back to the floor. They sat crosslegged together, Jake ruffling his hair and talking about the newest movie he discovered from the humans' libraries while Daveglitch. The actual Dave would have interrupted a few times, but the glitched up version must have grown used to listening quietly for the five hundred sweeps he and Jake were both captives.
"How is it going?"
Dirk did not jump. That was a thing way too uncool for a Strider to partake in. His head may have turned a little faster than usual, but there was only so much even a dude as awesome as himself could do when some limeblooded pupa literally goddamn teleported next to him with no fucking warning.
Jade just smiled, giving no commentary on his less-than-stoic greeting.
He grunted. "Your matesprit's a slow learner," he said.
"Aww, I am sure he is trying his best! Maybe you could try new approaches?" She clapped her hands together. "Everybody learns best in different ways, you know!"
"Then he could have picked a different teacher instead of coming to me," Dirk said flatly.
TT2: What's wrong, Dirk? Can't adapt to challenging circumstances?
TT: Shut up, AR.
TT: "Teacher" isn't exactly on my business card. If he doesn't like my unprofessional teaching methods, he can find someone else who actually specializes in it.
TT2: Oh, but you're all about manipulating people into doing what you want.
TT2: Sorry, I mean manipulating them until they reach their top potential. (And do what you want.)
TT: I'll uninstall you.
TT2: Yeah, haven't heard that before.
TT2: brb, cowering in fear of another empty threat.
Daveglitch's demeanor changed the instant he caught sight of Jade, his drooping indifference dropped in favor of perking up like a lost pupa who just spotted his first sign of home. He scrambled to his feet and hurried over to meet her, Jake following after more casually with a sly smile.
"Hi, TG!" Jade said with a smile so bright that it could probably cause blindness if stared at directly. "How's the training going?"
"Well, you know, we're getting shit done and learning all kinds of mad awesome skills here," Daveglitch said, catching her hands when she offered them to him. "Can I kiss you?" he murmured, almost out of earshot of Dirk.
Jade giggled. "Yeeees, silly," she said, hopping onto her toes and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
It was so fucking chaste compared to the PDAs that Dave partook in with his human matesprit. It was, if Dirk dared admit it, almost fucking cute in all its innocence.
Dirk caught Jake's hand and held it tightly. Jake gave Dirk a questioning look before squeezing back.
"I'm sorry," Dirk whispered.
"Let's skip that old song and dance today," Jake whispered back.
"So what have you guys been teaching TG anyway?" Jade asked, her eyes lit with curiosity.
Dirk cleared his throat. "We've been sparring."
"Dirk was, ah..." Jake said, stumbling on his words even as he spoke quickly. "Dirk was finding his feet with this whole teaching hullabaloo, but I'm sure he's getting the hang of it." He grinned up at Dirk and swung his arm. "Eh, old chap?"
Dirk nodded and averted his gaze. "We'll be slowing down for a while. Making sure the kid can keep up."
"I could keep up just fucking fine," Daveglitch grumbled with a foolish stubbornness Dirk related to, just a touch.
"Well, it's easier for lessons to sink into your sponge if you take them at a steady pace!" Jade said with a smile, leaning against Daveglitch's shoulder. "Can I train with you guys too?"
Daveglitch's eyes widened. "What, for real?"
"With the Striders?" Jake asked, just as surprised. "Jade, you don't use swordkind."
She shook her head. "Nooo, but I'm high enough level that I can diversify my specibus deck!" she said, holding up her deck. "It's a good idea to round out my skills with an option for close combat, right? Besides, it sounds like fun."
Dirk shrugged. "Doesn't hurt or even waste my time, seeing as I'm already training one of you either way," he said. Maybe he'd stay grounded better with her around. "Anyway, she's got a point. The art of sword fighting is a useful skill to possess, especially for an otherwise long-ranged specialist."
She beamed. "Thanks, Mr. Strider!"
He snorted. Jegus Crust, these kids were always finding new ways to surprise him with unnecessary formality. At least she wasn't calling him Mr. Signless anymore. "Dirk's still fine, Li'l Harley. Go pick a weapon and we'll get this show on the road."
"Okay, Dirk," she said. She beckoned to Daveglitch before running over to the assortment of swords Dirk had set up.
"Don't get too rough with my descendant, eh?" Jake said, shooting Dirk a smirk as Jade tested the weight of the swords and showed each one off to Daveglitch. Whatever she picked, Dirk would probably have to correct her later, but he'd let her make that mistake, for now.
"I wouldn't fucking dare." Dirk returned the smirk. "She'd probably shoot me again."
Jake lightly elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't even remind me of that. I think witnessing that took ten years off my lifespan, immortal or not."
"What, you mean you still care, Harley?" Dirk asked, leaning his shoulder against Jake's.
Jake's cheeks turned a light shade of green as he leaned back. "Yes, you big lug, I still give one or two shits about my closest bosom friend."
Dirk laughed, only half bothering to try hiding it. "You call me your what?"
"Oh, shut your trap, Strider," Jake said, but he was still grinning. "Your jabber has its own kooky jargon to it."
"Sorry my dope lingo is too kooky for you, dog."
Jake snorted and made to grab at Dirk's nose, as if he was quick enough to ever get the drop on Dirk. At least Jane had a chance in hell, since she knew to throw her (metaphorical) punches when Dirk was least expecting them, but here Jake wanted to rough house with full warning.
Dirk ducked under Jake's arm and slid in close to him so that their chests were practically pressed together, then he swept Jake's leg out from under him. He caught Jake under his back, but only after he'd fallen a couple of inches and his feet had gone splaying. Dirk smirked and pulled him into a kiss, not minding even an iota when Jake nipped at his lips.
Maybe vacillating a little pitched wasn't so bad.
"TG, don't stare!" Jade whispered.
Oh. Right. The audience.
Dirk made no hurry to break away or show any other sign of embarrassment. He let his mouth linger by Jake's ear long enough to murmur, "Stop by my block later," before he pulled Jake back onto his feet.
Jake pressed his knuckles to his mouth and cleared his throat, as if he could ward off the blush covering his face with a loud enough noise. "Yes. Well then," he said, firmly patting Dirk's shoulder. "I'll, uh. I'll just leave you to it, since you seem to have gotten the hang of it. I should... check on my moirail."
"Right on, bro," Dirk said as Jake scurried for the door. Was it the audience made up of their descendants that got to him, or that they were too flushed for that level of shameless PDA? Ah well. Dirk rested a hand on his hip. "You kids ready?"
Jade quickly stood at attention, a blush the same color as Jake's still resting on her cheeks. "Yes sir!" she said.
Dirk nodded. "Glitch, go wait for me to initiate another strife while I get Jade set up here."
"On it," Daveglitch said as he returned to the center of the block, though he glanced over his shoulder at them.
Dirk picked up one of the swords and passed it over to Jade. "This one," he said. "The one you picked is too long for you. Hey, don't sweat it," he added when she looked disappointed. "We all make rookie mistakes early on. You should have seen the first piece of shit I fought with. It's a small miracle it didn't snap under pressure."
She giggled. "That is hard to imagine!" she said, placing both of her hands around the sword hilt and holding it up.
"Oh, yeah, believe it or not, I was a noob once too, a couple thousand sweeps ago." He slid behind her and set his hands on her arms, guiding her to an ideal starting pose. "My posture was shit, my stance was sloppy, and I barely even understood what the word 'balance' fucking meant." He nudged her feet with the toe of his shoe until she got the idea and widened her stance. "I was, I dunno, two sweeps old?"
She broke into laughter. "Yooou are still pretty arrogant, you know!"
He smirked. "Oh, I am arrogant as shit, but at least I can make people laugh about it sometimes." He caught her hands and gently guided her fingers into a better grip. "Here, careful not to put too much strain on your wrists," he said.
Jade nodded, following along without any complaint. "It is true, Striders are pretty funny guys, even if you also take yourselves a little too seriously," she said, shooting him a wry smile. Once she had the right pose, she held it well, but he wouldn't have expected less from a highly skilled fighter whose greatest weakness was training in the wrong weaponry.
"Nah, we don't take ourselves seriously." He released his grip and stepped around to survey her from a distance. Daveglitch also watched their progress, though Dirk ignored him for the time being. They'd get back to work in a moment. "That's just an ironic act. We really don't give a shit about anything."
"I do not think I believe you," she said, her eyes following him even as she kept her stance. Yeah, given practice, she could unleash hell with that blade.
"My moirail doesn't either," Dirk said, stepping beside her and catching her beneath an arm. "I'm gonna show you some basic blocks and strikes now."
She let him guide her arms through a high block, a medium block, a low stab, and a medium slash, just for starters. None of them were particularly impressive moves or even anything remotely resembling the techniques he practiced in an actual fight, but they covered the body movement well enough for beginners.
"All right, try them out without my help," he said, though he didn't have much doubt that she'd do fine on her own. He watched her block once, twice, and begin her stab before he flashstepped away.
He shot behind Daveglitch and swung his katana, bringing it to an abrupt halt when its edge was half an inch from Daveglitch's neck. Only then did Daveglitch raise his weapon, but Dirk flung his arm around him and pinned Daveglitch's arm to his side.
"Too late," Dirk said, gripping Daveglitch's wrist as he rested his blade on Daveglitch's shoulder. "You can't let your guard down when you're in enemy territory, Glitch. If this were real, you'd be dead now." Dirk lowered his voice and murmured directly into Daveglitch's ear, "Tuck that away deep in your think pan and learn from it, because you got a lot of people who want to see you come home safe." He released his hold on Daveglitch and pulled his sword away.
Daveglitch stumbled forward and spun on Dirk, his sword at the ready though his eyes were still wide from the shock.
"You ready for this again, kid?" Dirk asked, lowering into a defensive stance.
Daveglitch caught his breath, keeping his gaze locked on Dirk and his katana. "Hella ready, bro," he said.
Dirk nodded. "Keep practicing those moves, Li'l Harley," he called to Jade, both to assure her that she hadn't been forgotten and to remind her not to waste time gawking at their strife. "I'll give you some new ones so you can change it up in a bit, but you want this stuff wired into your muscle memory until they come to you as easily as walking."
"Will do!" she called. He'd have liked to have turned his head long enough to make sure the event hadn't startled her out of her perfect technique, but what kind of role model would he be for Daveglitch if he let his guard down for even a second?
Daveglitch inched to the side, always facing Dirk and keeping his sword raised. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
God dammit. Dirk had wanted to start going easy on the brat, but how the hell could he overlook a mistake that blatant? It wouldn't do anyone any good to let Daveglitch get away with that. Dirk charged, ready to hold his blade back at the last inch again.
Daveglitch's eyes snapped open and he blocked Dirk's attack with a shockingly sudden twist of the arm. He'd wiped the surprise and uncertainty from his expression, replacing it with a perfect poker face that might as well have been a mask for as little as it allowed even a wince.
Dirk smirked. That was more like it. He weaved away from Daveglitch's counterattack, slipping in to try a new strike. It was only a little frustrating that Daveglitch blocked it again, compared to the satisfaction that the kid was actually learning a thing or two.
They traded blows back and forth, remaining in a near constant state of flashstepping in order to keep up with each other. Daveglitch wasn't having much luck at driving Dirk back, but he wasn't letting his guard down. Dirk would have been happy to call the lesson accomplished with only that, until Daveglitch made for another way too obvious attack.
Dirk adjusted his weapon. In a real battle, he could have sliced Daveglitch in two for such a reckless strike, but as it was, he'd just shove him with an elbow and follow it with another goddamn lecture that was getting too repetitive.
It was a feint. Daveglitch ducked sideways, holding his sword with his non-dominant hand, and struck on Dirk's freshly unprotected opposite side. A sharp pain shot up Dirk's side and he clenched his teeth to prevent crying out as he felt blood leak down his skin and stain his shirt. It wasn't deep, but even papercuts could smart like a motherfucker.
Daveglitch's poker face crashed, replaced by a startled grimace. "Fuck!" he said, yanking his sword away from Dirk. The edge of it dripped in bright red blood.
Jade dropped her sword and hurried over, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?"
Dirk waved her off. "I'm cool. It's just a surface cut." He lifted his hand to show off the wound. It was a fair amount of blood trickling down his shirt, but he'd had worse. "I'll have Jane look at it later."
Daveglitch shuffled back. "S-sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you and shit. Again. Fuck."
"Nah, don't apologize that I failed to stop you." Dirk raised his fist and Daveglitch started back, ready to go on the defense again, before he recognized it wasn't another strife initiation. They bumped fists and Dirk nodded. "You did good work tonight, Glitch."
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: Sinning Never Felt So Good (Pearlet) : Chapter 3 : katyasbingowings
A/N: hope you enjoy!!
The canteen being empty merely exaggerated its truly colossal size, with it’s only inhabitants being two dinners ladies chatting away, and Matt, who had awoke for breakfast at the earliest possible hour to avoid any unnecessary interactions with his succubus of a roommate. Matt had hardly achieved a wink of sleep after last night’s events, so his generous cup of coffee was defiantly deserved, the warm beverage acting as his sole life force. His seven pancakes, however, were not justified.
“I am going to be fat like the Americans soon enough,” Matt shot his head up, immediately recognising the bizarre Russian, whose exaggerated red lips most likely broke some rule, though Matt wasn’t going to rain on the cheerful woman’s parade.
“Morning, I didn’t expect anybody to be up this early,” Matt admitted - voice tired and gruff - wondering how Katya managed to maintain such energetic facade at this unholy hour, while Matt was prepared to peel over any moment.
“In Russia we wake when the suns does too,” Katya explained, accent thick and mouth full of toast, “I did try to wake Adoor, she called me a rotted cunt and punched me in the vagina, so I let her sleep for some more moments.” The interaction didn’t phase Matt, already expecting such oddity, despite knowing the pair for a mere 24 hours. He simply shook his head and began his fifth pancake, not remotely ashamed of his appetite. “Do you want some concealer for your eyes, Matthew, it will make them look less dead”
“No thank you Katya, I’ll be fine,” Matt smiled, not bothering to correct her on his name, knowing it wouldn’t stick in the long run. He monetarily considered the kind-hearted offer, knowing perfectly well that the sizeable bags under his eyes were not attractive in the slightest, before denying politely. Matt once covered his face in his mother’s makeup and he’d never seen his father so enraged, that memory put him off decorating himself with the products completely.
After brief small talk between the two, the canteen soon filled with exhausted students all craving nourishment, one even fell asleep in a bowl of cereal, which Matt seemed to relate to on a personal level. Adore eventually joined them, much more miserable than the previous twosome combined, face clean of her usual exotic makeup and hair unruly. “I actually want to commit. No joke. I’m gonna stab myself with a fork.” Good morning to you too.
“If you do Adoor we cannot have fun with the alcohol on Friday,” Katya quipped, brushing her fingers though the other’s mane in attempt to calm the relentless tangles.
“I’m pretending I didn’t hear that,” Matt stated, not particularly agreeing with the blatant rule breaking, though not wanting to lose his only companions by ruining their form of enjoyment either.
“Matthew you should join us! We made friends with a curly haired boy who had vodka bigger than my head, we are meeting to have fun times when the week comes to an end,” Katya babbled madly, acting out the scenario with exaggerated hand gestures. Adore - face down and lifeless on the table - sounded a grunt of agreement.
“I don’t know,” the boy began, though not a virgin to alcohol (even the most uptight Christians had fun sometimes, okay), was unsure of the whole situation, “I wouldn’t want to be intruding, or to get caught…”
“It’ll be who you know, plus curly and friend, I’ll personally get you a juice box if it’ll make you more comfortable, and take any blame for your delinquency,” Adore piped up, looking up for the first time since joining the table, gently grinning in attempt to sway the sheepish individual.
Matt was prepared to argue his case to the bitter end, before he saw Jason tiredly shuffling towards the table, “yeah, sure, whatever,” Matt rushed without a second thought, not even thinking over what he had agreed too. He stood up and planned his grand escape, “I’m gonna go pee,” he excused himself weakly, speed walking like his life depended on it as Jason took a seat.
“Matt is joining us Friday, isn’t that spectacular!” Katya squealed, squeezing Jason’s hand in a friendly nature, offering the boy a slice of buttered bread.
“That’ll be interesting,” Jason smirked, taking a sizeable bite and watching Matt leave in a rush. How very interesting indeed.
***
“Do these arms look like they do push-ups?” Jason quipped, greatly irritated by the mere concept of PE, especially offended by the physical trials he was being forced into. At his old school Jason’s teachers had learnt that even attempting to convince him to partake was useless, though the message didn’t seem to be getting across as easily as in the past. He sighed overly dramatically, falling to the floor in the most ungraceful way, completed a single push up, before returning to his previous position: sitting in the corner of the room doing absolutely nothing. This was not his gig.
The rest of his classmates were filing in, Jason recognising a few he had briefly passed in the corridors, all while waiting for the one and only Matt, who he knew he shared the lesson with after their discussion yesterday. And Jason was not disappointed when Matt arrived, not at all. Unaware of the fact he was being watched, the brunette sauntered into the gymnasium, shorts clinging complimentary to his plump arse, and vest demonstrating his toned, tan skin. Jason absentmindedly licked his lips, unapologetically checking the fellow boy out from head to toe.
Now Matt was completely oblivious - not realising him stretching caused V-lines to show, having no idea that squats just exaggerated the perfect way his rear end was formed, or that being painted in beads of sweat was borderline erotic. Jason remained shell shocked, never realising Catholic school would be the most homoerotic experience of his entire existence, throughly pleased with the spectacular occurring before his very own eyes. The oblivious Matt continued to take a sizeable gulp of water, a few droplets missing his mouth and dripping artistically down his chilled jaw, leaving Jason’s mouth agape. This is pornographic.
Snapping out of his lustful trance, Jason wolf-whistled loudly at his roommate, causing Matt’s attention to shift to the boy lingering at the sidelines. Matt was thankful for his current hot and sweaty state, as it disguised the prominent blush creeping up his neck and coating his cheeks. “Looking good there Lent!” Matt didn’t know how Jason knew his surname, and he wasn’t going to ask, so he shot the boy a lopsided smile and continued his workout, stationing himself as far away from the other boy as possible.
Jason caught wind of what Matt was hoping to accomplish by relocating further away: to be rid of him, and Jason refused to be brushed off that easily. “Couldn’t even spare me a hello? This after running off this morning? Unacceptable. I thought you were some God sent Christian or something,” Jason mocked, taking a seat in front of Matt. When Matt came up for his first sit-up, he caught Jason’s eyes briefly, pupil’s dilated, before returning to the floor. Breathe, Matt, breathe.
“I told my friend I’d meet him,” Matt spurted out, regretting his words the moment they left his mouth; he had never been a good liar.
“No you didn’t,” Jason called Matt’s bluff, staring at him blankly, “you don’t have any friends.”
“Y-yes I do,” he stuttered, shocked at the blunt tone he was spoken to in, and the fact that his fabrication was shattered immediately.
“What’s his name?”
“I can’t remember.”
“You don’t remember?”
“Nope, I also don’t remember how many sit ups I’ve done, you see! I’m not good at remembering things!”
“23,” Jason revealed, “anyway, me, Kat and Adore are going for a smoke at lunch, and I know you don’t like that kind of stuff, so you’ll be cool to hang out with your friend?”
If Matt disagreed, his bluff would be busted, and he was too far down the rabbit hole to admit defeat. “Yeah, yeah, absolutely fine, I’ll sit with him, have fun,” Matt rushed, now not only a liar, but a lonely liar.
“I just wouldn’t want you to be alone, that’s all.” Jason smiled, sincerely, before wandering away. Matt’s heart was beating erratically, a sensation he had not experienced before, and one which he could not logically explain.
***
“I never thought I’d love Monday mornings, but his butt might have changed that,” Jason admitted, casually perched on the floor and exhaling a cloud of smoke. The group had discovered a reserved location behind the greenhouse to hide while performing any of many generic teenage activity, the area completely hidden away from the main building: a perfect location for escape.
“Well I have this real cute maths teacher, he’s called Roy and has the most adorable dimples,” Adore gushed, “and - of freaking course - I came in late, looking like shit, so my plan on seducing myself to an A is not off to a good start.”
“Men think through their dick, I can assure you that it won’t be difficult,” Jason spoke, passing the cigarette to the celestial being he called a friend, allowing her to take a drag and relax. Katya had decided not to join them, instead tagging along with one of her classmates - it was either Tracy or Trissy, Jason couldn’t quite remember - to ‘save her from the nasty disease of the lungs’.
Adore was happily chatting away, though failing to distract the fair-skinned boy, as Jason’s mind wandered to Matt. He was undyingly curious to what sort of friend Matt had made, probably another God worshiping goody-two-shoes, someone Matt would get on with far better than himself. Jason let out an irritated huff, not understanding why he was growing so sensitive over such a simple event, he himself had even insisted that the other spend time with his new companion over lunch, and now he was wishing he hadn’t.
“I don’t know why I get so worked up over him, he’s just another bloody boy,” Jason eventually burst out, knowing Adore of people wouldn’t judge him, and he really wouldn’t mind some words of wisdom round about now.
“It’s cause you like him, duh,” she’s breathed out, as if it was the most obvious statement in the world, lighting a fresh cigarette with her kitten lighter. Unbelievably thankful for the smoke in his lungs calming his demeanour, Jason took another puff, continuing to ramble his thoughts.
“Im just used to sucking someone’s dick and moving on, I don’t do feelings,” it was true. Jason didn’t date, Jason didn’t fall in love; Jason had sex with no strings attached. The best way to do so, in his opinion anyway; emotions were unnecessary, an utter pain in the arse, and he didn’t have time for such stupidity.
Adore probably didn’t mean for her next piece of advice to be taken literally, to her it being a mockery of an idea, though Jason’s mindset was deluded and had little to zero common sense. “Just suck his dick and get it over with then.”
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