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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 51 || The Resolve

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, angst if you squint, & heart-tingling fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.5k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE TRUTH, CHOSO deserves to know the truth. After all he’s told you about himself the very least you could do is give him that. He’s earned it hasn’t he?

“Six,” You murmur honestly, your heart rate spiking as the word leaves your lips.

He repeats it as if he didn’t hear you, “Six?”

“Mhm, I’ve slept with six other guys since meeting you,” You explain in full, facing forward and avoiding looking at him.

Choso’s eyes are all over the side of your face and he takes a second, processing what you just said. “A-And that includes Geto… Sukuna, and the other guy you have feelings for, right?”

You nod and things get quiet for a second. The only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart. He hates you, doesn’t he? He thinks you’re disgusting and is seconds away from kicking you out of his car right?

You should’ve told him earlier, maybe he could’ve helped you. It’s too late now though, the silence told you everything. You basically just told him you’re a wh-

The sound of Choso letting out a relieved sigh is heard, “Thank god.” He mutters, earning the turn of your head.

“T-Thank god?” You whisper, “You’re not… You don’t… Choso, I-“

“I mean, in total, six isn’t terrible is it?” He hums casually, meeting your widened eyes, “If three I already knew about, what’s three more?” He says with a shrug.

You blink, “Choso… You can’t be serious right now?”

He tilts his head innocently, “Why not? I mean we’ve known each other since when, like, September? It’s February now, baby. If you break it down, honestly, aside from me that’s one guy a month, no?”

The way he just responded as if it’s literally nothing makes you feel like a fool for worrying so much, “You’re serious…”

“Plus, we weren’t dating so,” He shrugs.

You sigh, “D-Do you want to know who-“

“Nope, absolutely not.” Choso cuts off, shaking his head instantly.

A slight chuckle leaves you due to his reaction, “Why not?”

“I don’t need any more images in my head.” He hums, “I know who two of those six are so, that’s enough info’.”

“Right…” You murmur, nodding slightly. That went entirely different than you were expecting, “Well uh, your next question, then?”

“That was the main one I think,” Choso sighs, “I can’t imagine there’s anything else I should know that could possibly change the trajectory of our… uhm, situationship?”

“You…” You blink, “You don’t want to know who the other guy I have feelings for is?”

A brow is risen and Choso doesn’t quite understand your offer, “Does it matter who he is?”

“I don’t know…” Your shoulders raise a little.

“I mean,” Choso moves his head and glances away in thought, “I can’t imagine it being someone I know since I only know a handful of people.”

“Uh, can I ask something then?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Does the name…” You pause wondering if you should really ask your question but after a second or two, you get it out, “Does the name Gojo Satoru mean anything to you?”

“Gojo?” Choso echoes, giving you a skeptical look as he smiles a bit, “Gojo Satoru? Uh, didn’t Geto mention him earlier?”

You swallow, “Mhm…”

“Does the name mean anything to me? I dunno, I mean, I know him but-, wait…” His eyes narrow at you, “Baby…”

“Y-Yes?” You squeak out nervously.

Choso tilts his head a little, “Is he…?”

“Is he what?”

He pauses, then he swallows and meets your eyes with an intense gaze, “Do I wanna know?”

“Wanna know what?” You ask for clarification.

“Do I wanna know if that’s my competition?” Choso explains simply.

You’re still not used to such easy and quick answers to your questions, “I d-don’t know, do you?”

He stares for a minute before shaking his head, “Never mind then, I already told you, I don’t care who it is.”

“But-“

“What would knowing who it is change?”

Well, it’d give you an opening to explain the list… But then again, do you want to explain the list?

“Baby,” Choso sighs, “What I don’t know won’t hurt me, right?”

“It might…” You mumble.

His brows furrow, “How?”

That’s a damn good question. If you tell Choso that Gojo’s his competition then proceed to explain how you only slept with all those guys, including Choso himself, because of a list you were blackmailed into completing— how would he react?

No, really think about it. One, Choso might feel like a tool. Even though you know you talked to him that day in the hall because you were genuinely interested in him, he might never feel that way. To any sane human, that interaction will feel set up.

And two, somewhere deep down, you still want to protect Gojo. Why? Because you know there’s more to this blackmailing situation and you can’t tear down his character anymore without knowing the truth, that’s just not in your nature. And hey, you may regret this later when you do learn the truth but, it’s the thought that counts, right?

A man who’s obsessed with you and loves you like Gojo does wouldn’t blackmail you without good reason-

Okay, wait, what good reason is there to blackmail someone? And… What if boredom wasn’t the reason like he said it was… What if this was all done just so that Gojo could somehow trick you into running back to him?

Think about it. He claims the list was done out of boredom but later down the line tells you he loves you. What if he knew Choso hates liars, knew you’d tell Choso the truth after so long, and assumed you and Choso would part, thus leaving you to run back to him?

What if this is some kinda sick game and when the credits roll, the winning option is revealed to be Gojo Satoru? What if-

Choso says your name, “Are you okay?”

“H-Huh?” You breathe out, not knowing the facial expression you hold.

Your eyes were all wide and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks carefully.

You shake your head and snap out of your mind, “Nothing, sorry.”

“After all I’ve told you, you still chose to lie to me?” He teases.

Your heart jumps a bit, “I-I didn’t mean to lie, I just, uhm… W-Well-“

He snorts and you freeze. When you look at Choso you see the way he’s smiling at you for the first time in a while. As quickly as your eyes meet, he turns away and brings his hand over his mouth.

“You… You were messing with me, weren’t you?” You question, narrowing your eyes at the man.

Choso lets out a chuckle, “Kinda. M’sorry, you just got all nervous and it was cute.”

“Well I thought I fucked up again Choso, that’s not funny,” You tell him, frowning.

He laughs, the sound more genuine than ever and making your heart simmer into a state of relaxation. A pout takes over your expression and you couldn’t believe that after all this he still found a way to tease you.

Playfully, you reach over and hit his arm, “Quit laughing, you scared me.”

Choso’s eyes get dramatically wide and he winces, bringing a hand to where you just hit him and sending you a look, “Oh wow, and after I tell you I was abused, you decide to hit me…” He points out, again making your heart sink.

You swallow hard and get nervous all over again, “Shit, s-sorry…”

Choso stares at you for a second and it’s slow how his smile returns, the sight making you realize he was messing with you again.

This time you frown and turn away from him, “Oh my god, stop doing that, we’re supposed to be serious right now.”

He starts snickering, “Baby, c’mon you know that was a little funny.”

“It wasn’t,” You utter seriously, staring out your window and watching water slide down the glass.

The sound of him scoffing is heard before he moves and a hand is placed on your arm. You turn and look down at his fingers wrapping around your arm and watch how he tries to tug at your arms to get you to unfold them.

“I’m sorry, princess,” Choso hums, “C’mere, I was jus’ teasin’ you.”

You pull away from him, “Making jokes about your childhood trauma isn’t funny, Cho.”

“I laughed,” He says, shrugging.

You roll your eyes at him, “Well I didn’t.”

“Yeah and that’s the problem,” He argues back, “I can joke about my trauma. It’s my trauma.”

You sigh, “But-“

“Baby.” He cuts off, tipping his head to the side.

“What?”

Choso’s eyes grow pleading, “Look at me please?”

With a huff, you steadily lift your gaze to his, “Okay, now what?”

“Come here,” He says.

Your brows furrow and you blink, “What do you mean come here?”

“Climb over to me, I wanna hug you.”

You stare at him, “Choso I’m not climbing over-“

“Then I’ll go out in the rain, walk over to your side, and drag you out of that seat.” He says while finally pulling your arms loose. Then, Choso reaches down and unbuckles your seatbelt, “Either you come over here or I come over there.”

You sigh and look at his area, “Choso, there’s not even enough space for me to-“

He moves back into his seat and immediately adjusts his chair to go back as far as it can, providing you more than enough space to be able to sit on the floor and in between his legs if you wanted to.

“I dunno’ why you’re acting like you haven’t done this before,” Choso scoffs, “C’mon, bring your ass over here,” He orders, patting his thigh, “I’m not gonna ask you again.”

You sigh heavily and start moving, shifting your knees into the seat and then carefully climb over the center console and to Choso’s side. His hand goes to your waist to support you as you move and you soon find yourself sliding into his lap.

Choso’s car was rather spacious so it’s not like it was difficult for you to end up in this position with him, hell, you’ve been here plenty of times before.

Once seated comfortably, Choso settles his hands on your waist, holding you lightly as his head tips up to you, “Hi princess.”

You try not to smile at him, “Hi Cho.”

“Hug me,” He directs.

You pout, “You could at least say please…”

“If I was asking, I would’ve. But,” He tilts his head at you, “I wasn’t asking you, I’m telling you.”

You simply stare into those brown eyes of his for a moment, noticing the dullness from earlier has lifted and his pupils are dilated. After which, you begin to lean in slowly and Choso grows impatient, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him.

The smile you tried to bite back breaks free onto your face as you move to drape your arms around his neck, burying your face into him and feeling as he squeezes onto you.

Choso lets out a sigh and you feel his entire body relax underneath you as he rests his head back and shuts his eyes, “Now, can we stay like this for a while?”

The crook of his neck smells so good and you were just melting into his hold, “Mhm.”

The two of you nearly molded into one another’s bodies after all the stress that’d been endured. This was so surreal to you— to go from arguing and worrying you may have ruined everything to hugging that same person without being confused in the slightest, god it lifted this weight off your chest.

And as said weight was lifted, another weight took place on your heart. This weight was strong, suffocating even. What did this weight symbolize? Was it trust? Peace? Or… was it love?

Did such a simple yet emotionally present conversation become the breaking point for you? Was this all you needed to acknowledge your feelings? When you realized you felt something for Gojo, it was that time in his car when music was playing and he just looked so damn perfect.

But… With Choso it was different. The physical sensation of falling in love with someone is different for every person. In this case, it’s like the heat emanating from his previously wet and cold body was wrapping around you and smothering you with comfort.

Breathing in his cologne brought nothing but the brightest memories to the forefront of your mind. Choso consumed you with nothing more than a simple hug and he had no idea.

He was completely unaware of how his embrace and faint but gentle thumb swirling over your back made you never want to leave this very moment. Choso didn’t know that you were currently recalling your first phone call with him, remembering how he’d put a smile on your face after Gojo had stripped it from you.

And he’s always been that for you, hasn’t he? In a world where Gojo puts you in a dark room, leaving you frightened, confused, and nervous, Choso is to you the same light he claims you are to him.

Forget Gojo’s claims that you and him are the same. No, you’ve found the person in whom your similarities lay in and that person is none other than Choso Kamo, a man whose only fault with you was falling for you.

And even then, you don’t blame him for doing so because you did too. Your heart is simply swelling right now and you unconsciously started clinging onto his body tighter.

The way, “Choso,” Slips past your lips before you even realize is simply tantalizing to the man beneath you.

He feels as your breath hits the skin of his neck, your warmth giving him chills and making him swallow, “Yes, princess?” He replies.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize sincerely.

He sighs, “Told’ you to stop doing that.” Choso reminds you. Then, his hand slips to caress along your spine, “But, what are you sorry for, baby?”

You weren’t sure just yet. Everything? Nothing? Why is it that you have to apologize for a situation that was never your fault to begin with?

“Earlier,” You come up with, “I think I uh… I should’ve handled things differently.”

He nods a little, trying to ignore the ticklish feeling of your breath against his skin, “Oh, thank you for that. I’m sorry too.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong,” You hum, smiling a little.

“Called’ you dense,” Choso recalls and you feel how his body shifts a little, “Yelled at you, caused a scene, y’know, the list kinda’ goes on, babe.”

“Choso, it-,” You pause for a second. Then, you start moving, your hands slipping down to his chest as you push yourself up to sit on his lap comfortably instead of laying on him, “What?”

He raises a brow, “Hm? What? Did I say something wrong?”

“You called me babe.” You point out, grinning.

He chuckles, “It’s no different from baby is it?”

“It is.” You say.

Choso nods, noting that in his head before asking, “Which do you like more?”

“Doesn’t matter, I like anything you call me,” You tell him, smiling a little.

Choso nods slowly and bites back the mischievous smirk that threatened to show, “Anything?”

“Mhm,” You hum with a slight shrug.

“I’ll…” His words fade for a second and he’s so deep in his head as he processes what you just told him, “Yeahh, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You tip your head to the side, “Why’d you say it like that?”

“No reason, princess, ignore me,” Choso dismisses, “Anyways, I was serious about my apology.”

You sigh and move your hand to caress the side of his face, “Right, well, I forgive you, Cho.”

“You’re supposed to say I didn’t do anything wrong,” He jokes, leaning into your touch and pushing his lower lip out to pout.

A scoff leaves you and you slip your fingers down to his jaw before grabbing ahold of his chin, “Mmmh… You yelled at me, I didn’t like that.”

“Your face said otherwise.” Choso points out, glancing off to the side.

“Hm?” Your brows knit together.

“For a second I thought you were turned on,” He says, so clearly joking with you.

You snort, “If I was turned on, it’s not because you were yelling at me.”

“Yeah?” The way the corner of his lips quips up into a sly smirk makes you shift in his lap a little, “Then what was it, baby? I knew there was somethin’.”

“When you were arguing with Suguru,” You recall simply, sliding your thumb up to trace Choso’s lower lip, “I don’t know why but I thought it was hot.”

He raises a brow, “Oh yeah?”

You just barely meet Choso’s eyes and you could feel yourself folding. Good god, why is this man so damn sexy?

“Mhm.” You hum timidly.

He pushes his lips out a little and kisses the tip of your thumb, “Words baby.”

“Yeah,” You utter, your voice almost breathy.

“Atta’ girl,” Choso praises and you swear you should not be getting turned on right now. “Anywho, before you get yourself too worked up, I did want to ask you something else.”

You shake away your incoming horny thoughts and return to seriousness, “Okay… What is it?”

His gaze drops down to your torso and his eyes narrow, “Well, I wanted to ask about you and uh… You and Sukuna.”

For some reason, unlike earlier you’re not as nervous, “Okay…”

Choso’s index finger and his thumb are toying with the fabric of your top as the rest of his fingers rest on your hips, “Did you… Did you enjoy your time with him?” He asks carefully.

Your heart jumps, “Uh, I-“

“You promised to answer honestly,” Choso reminds you, lifting his gaze to yours once more, “I won't ask anything I don’t want the answer to.”

“Alright, well,” You look off to the side, “He was sweet to me after we…”

“After you had sex?” Choso fills in.

You nod, “Mhm. He was surprisingly good with aftercare. A-And I think… I think because of that, yes, I did enjoy my time with him.”

He gazes at you for a while without saying anything and you continue to keep your eyes elsewhere. Choso thinks back and he genuinely doesn’t remember Sukuna being like that. Before his last known girlfriend, after he’d have sex with whichever girl he was with, he’d kick most of them out.

But, there were a few he was different with. Those few Choso got to meet. The most memorable was the last known one, the same one Sukuna knocked out. Choso remembers her to be rather rude to him, calling him gross or disturbing whenever she and him crossed paths but, he recalls the woman having Sukuna wrapped around her finger.

Of course, due to Choso’s experience with Sukuna, he didn’t care to point this out to his older brother— if that woman was playing him, he deserved it.

Even so, it makes Choso wonder what about you made Sukuna treat you so nicely. Hell, it actually worried Choso because since the two attend the same university, Choso knows what it’s like to have his love interest taken from him by his older brother.

“More than…” Choso’s voice is soft, scared even, “More than with me?” He blurts out without thinking.

Your eyes snap onto his and your brows furrow, face shifting into something bothered, “What? Hell no.”

Choso releases a shaky breath and nods, “Oh, okay good.”

You tilt your head, “Choso are you worried I may feel something for him?”

“N-No, I know you said you don’t and I believe you.” Choso stammers, “I-It’s just-“

“He’s repulsive,” You snap, “After everything you’ve told me about him, I could never see that man in the same light.”

“Oh.” He chirps.

“Now, it does confuse me why I experienced something different but,” You shrug, “I don’t care to find out.”

Choso’s eyebrows raise and he stops toying with your shirt, “Really? Why’s that?”

“Because I’m not interested in him.” You say.

Choso smiles a little, “Good…” All his worry fades and he returns to his playfulness, “So uh, who are you interested in, then?”

“You, obviously.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes.

“Is it obvious?” Choso questions.

You frown, “I thought so…”

“Mmmh, I dunno’ baby…” He starts looking away with a skeptical expression.

“I’ve said it before but, I do want you Choso.” You remind the man.

His eyes shoot back over to yours, “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Have me, then,” Choso says eagerly.

What surprises him the most is your response to that this time around, “Can I?” You ask.

He bats his eyelashes at you, “O-Of course.” The words pour out of his mouth and his heart skips a beat.

“You sure?” You question teasingly with an innocent tilt of your head.

“Fuckin’ positive,” Choso breathes, smiling, “Have all of me, princess.”

He’s so clearly happy about this and that makes you just as happy, “Okay…”

“Okay?” There’s a hint of need in his voice, “What does that mean?”

You give a sheepish shrug, “I don’t know…”

“Baby I can’t do I don’t know.”

“Okay then,” You slide your hands down and rest them on his chest, “Let’s make it official, Choso.”

“M-Make us official?” He asks for clarification.

“Mhm.” You hum.

“So,” He can hardly process what’s happening, the entire conversation feeling like a dream, “You wanna be my girlfriend?”

A pretty smile spreads across your face, “Yes, Choso.”

“Okay,” He whispers, nodding, “O-Okay, I can work with that.”

“Work with that?” Your brows knit, “Cho, what're you talking about-“

“Let’s go on a date,” He offers, “Wait-, no. Can I take you out on a date?”

You blink, “We’ve been on dates already-“

“A real one.” Choso urges. Oh he’s been planning this for months now, hasn’t he?

You’re smiling from ear to ear, “A real date?”

“Yes.” Choso says, “We both dress up all nice, go out to eat or somethin’, y’know, do this properly.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

His hands slide up to your waist and he squeezes a little, “Yes or no baby?”

“Yes,” You start smiling and your heart has never felt this full before, “Yes you can take me out on a date.”

“Thank you,” He sighs, suddenly tugging your body closer to his, “This way I’ll never have a reason to feel insecure.”

Your arms go up and back around his neck, “Yeah?” You whisper.

Choso’s voice lowers and his gaze is so intimate with you, “Mhm, I think that’ll solve every problem we’ve had so far.”

You nod, “I think so too.”

Both of your faces near one another and you’ve never in your life felt more content with a person before. Is this what you’ve been craving for months? Is this freedom? Peace? Bliss?

To have such a tough conversation with your heart spiking multiple times, and feeling worried about certain reactions, all to result in feeling more comfortable in a person is something you never expected. Do you deserve this? Such happiness?

Well, why wouldn’t you? What have you done to yourself to not deserve the man looking at you so lovingly right now?

Did you forget?

The list is over. You’re free to experience this without worrying about hurting anyone. You are finally allowed to love with all your heart instead of only half.

Gojo was right about one thing, he could never give you things Choso can because, at the end of the day, Choso will explain everything to you because he knows what it’s like to be confused and hurt. Choso understands you, he actually loves you.

As for that stupidly beautiful white-haired man? You’re not sure what to think of him anymore but, you think you’re done thinking about him.

Sure, you still have a journal to burn with him but, can’t you indulge yourself in the joy that is loving someone wholeheartedly? Is that not what you deserve after everything you’ve been through?

Your head tilts as your gaze sinks to Choso’s lips. Does this man even realize how wonderful he is to you? Does he know that he’s your savior? Is he aware of how much you adore him? How thankful you are to him?

“Choso,” You utter so carefully, your face nearing his.

“Yes?” He replies, his eyes dropping to your lips as they near him.

“Thank you,” You suddenly say.

He smiles a little, “For what?”

“Everything,” Your answer is vague at first but you’re quick to explain a bit more, “For loving me the way you do, being so open to me, telling me everything even though it was hard for you…”

“Baby that’s not something you have to thank me for,” He hums, letting out an amused scoff, “That’s the bare minimum of what I should be doing for you.”

Something sheer glosses over your eyes but you ignore it, smiling at his words, “But still,” Your voice is light and tainted with emotion, “Thank you for waiting for me.”

“If my reward for waiting is you,” He smiles, “I told you, I’d wait lifetimes.”

“Choso,” You breathe out, holding onto him so very tightly before the words slide out of your mouth, “I love you.”

His chest is against yours so you can feel the way his heart throbs. His breathing picks up in an instant, hitching for only a moment as your words caress his ears so beautifully.

“Y-You…” Choso’s at a loss for words. He’s dreaming, right? “You what?” He asks, his voice shaky as his eyes land on yours.

The sight of joyful and overwhelmed tears in your eyes lets him know just how real this is. Then, you lean in and just barely press your lips into his before repeating yourself, “I love you, Choso.”

Those arms around your waist squeeze you tighter and you don’t miss the way he trembles a bit, his own eyes glossing over, “I love you too, princess.”

Another sweet, soft, and lightweight kiss is shared between you two but as you pull away and your eyes meet all over again, Choso sees the way your pupils have expanded. He wonders how long they’ve been that way, having only seen it at such a size once before.

His brows tense and Choso pulls you to him again, muttering the words into your mouth, “I love you so much.”

You smile briefly against the connection before mumbling right back, “I love you too Cho.”

Everything you could’ve ever asked for was within your grasp now. Peace, freedom, happiness, certainty, hope, love— all of which was felt in the midst of you and Choso kissing so passionately.

This right here… This is what one would describe as a healthy relationship.

Arguments and drama occur but the end result should always be this; peace and understanding.

That’s what he is to you. Choso is your peace, your understanding, and the man you love all in one.

You’ve finally ended the war in your heart. Should someone ever ask you who ended that battle, who healed the plague on you, your answer would remain forever;

Choso Kamo.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

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God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3

#yandere #x oc #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere jock #Loren Oc

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thranduel · 8 months

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some thoughts about astarion because i'm tired of the internet reducing him to one thing

when bg3 came out in early access, astarion was always seen as the extremely flirty, confident guy who enjoyed sex (or so we thought) and spoke about it like it was his favourite thing. he was also kinda marketed as the “sexy vampire”, so you can understand why many people saw him that way based on the little amount of content we had. even while playing act 1 and act 2, many players still might think of him like that because he does have a very charismatic personality and he asks to sleep with you very early on, so it just automatically makes you think he’s genuinely happy doing that and being totally serious.

BUT!!!!!!! we end up finding out later on that’s NOT the case and it was all part of a plan to seduce us in order for him to gain protection. he opens up about his past and his trauma and how he was forced to use his body to lure people back to cazador. he struggles with intimacy and relationships in general because of this. that’s why i really hope that people stop reducing him to “hot sexy vampire that loves flirting and having sex with everyone” when that is not who he is, he’s literally traumatised because of sex due to being forced into it and he’s slowly trying to heal. he’s also so much more than just “the hot vampire”, ya know? if you actually put in the effort to get to know him, you will see who he truly is underneath and he has many loveable traits to appreciate.

you may not see the “soft” side of him very often because he hides it, but it’s there!! one thing i noticed that really stood out to me was that when i gave food to an orphan in act 3 and he approved. back when you first met him, he probably would’ve done the opposite or had no reaction at all. i also saw a clip of someone trying to romance karlach and astarion and he literally told tav to choose karlach over him because he can see that karlach loves her. he said normally an arrangement would work for him but after everything karlach has been through, he doesn’t want to get in the way or see her hurt. letting tav go is also hard for him as well but he still thought about someone else. he could’ve whined or been possessive or jealous but he didn’t do that at all. where are all those people who reduce astarion to “the guy that flirts and sleeps with everyone” now? seriously. that’s not what he does, and when he was forced into it by cazador, he was trying to survive, he didn’t do it for his own pleasure. it’s not a “hot” personality trait of his, it’s literally trauma. and because he did it so much, he got used to it, and that resulted in him disassociating and feeling empty.

apparently if you ask him to join you and sleep with the drows at the brothel (something i will never make him do in my playthroughs), he only says yes because he struggles to say no. but he disassociates. and if you’re in a high approval relationship with him and he loves you, he will feel safe enough to express his feelings and say he’s not comfortable. this happens before you fight cazador. i’m not sure if he gives the same response after, but either way, if he joins in, he will always disassociate and it’s not something he wants to do despite what he may say.

that being said, it’s obviously still okay to appreciate his beauty and attractiveness, because he is very beautiful. he appreciates it and even likes being called beautiful. calling him “hot” and “sexy” isn’t a bad thing either, we know he can be and i'm sure he knows it too! it’s just annoying when people act like that’s ALL he is and they don’t even mention anything else about his character. the love scenes are beautifully done too (i personally prefer the second one after you’ve stopped him from doing the ritual, because that’s the one where he decided he truly wanted it and felt safe and comfortable because he genuinely loves you), and i actually would’ve been fine if they didn’t have any scenes like that at all because it’s totally understandable and valid if he didn’t feel comfortable, but i just hope that people don’t take things too far and over-sexualise him just because of how he appeared to be in the first half of the game and the way he’s often marketed on social media. and yes i know he’s fictional and nothing on the internet is going to hurt his feelings!!!! it’s more about the fact that he canonically has sexual trauma and many people still say really disturbing stuff even AFTER they find out about that, and it just makes me uncomfortable to think that people are okay with treating someone like a sexual object especially when they've said they're traumatised and it makes them uncomfortable. idk if this makes sense 😭

but yeah he doesn't want to flirt and sleep with everyone as i've seen people claim. and if in an alternate universe he did, and he did it on his OWN terms, and the other people he had relationships with enjoyed it too, then good for them! absolutely nothing wrong with that if there's consent, respect and honesty. however, that's not the case with what happened with astarion, because 1. he was forced into using his body WHEN HE DID NOT WANT TO and 2. he misled people and lured them to a miserable fate. it's so horrible and devastating for everyone involved. sex was never something fun for him, and it certainly isn't a "personality trait" of his. it was a survival tactic. he was forced to. he didn’t want to.

obviously when he becomes more comfortable, then it's totally understandable to get excited when he flirts and shows physical affection. he can be so charming, funny, sweet and romantic and i love that. it’s so beautiful to see him heal, genuinely find comfort in someone for the first time and experience intimacy that he feels ready and comfortable for. he deserves to love and be loved on his own terms instead of being forced. but again, he is so much more than the guy we were introduced to at the beginning. the internet just sees one thing and sticks with it but i really hope people start to actually appreciate him for who he is and the complexity of his character.

aaaaand i just had to leave this here <3

#astarion #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #sorry for rambling i’ve just been very emotional about him recently 😭#also i hope people remember that even if he NEVER EVER wanted to have sex again he is 100% valid #he does not have to change or force himself to feel a certain way #especially after everything he’s been through #and if you think he does then you’re gross. he doesn’t owe anyone ANYTHING #anyways #when he kept apologising for not sleeping with tav i wanted to cry #there is literally a scene where if you tell him halsin is interested in you he says it’s ok to go to him #but then he gets concerned and asks if it’s because he hasn’t slept with you for a while #and i wanted to cry #he should NEVER have to feel guilty for that #honestly the only reason why i think he might eventually feel comfortable with sex again is because ->#in act 3 after his genuine love confession after you help him defeat cazador he initiates it himself #and it feels like it’s something he truly wants after developing a strong emotional bond with someone for the first time #and i think that’s really beautiful that he chose to do it on his own terms when he felt ready #but also #for a while i wasn’t sure if he was repulsed and uncomfortable by sex in general and hated it entirely #or if he only feels comfortable after he develops a strong emotional bond #the only reason i think the second one now is because of what happened in act 3 #but regardless whatever it is i just want him to feel safe and comfortable and happy #my posts

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keiwook · 11 months

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ZB1 WHEN SOMEONE FLIRTS W THEM WHILE BEING AROUND YOU

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff

warnings mentions of food?

notes hellooooo, thank you for requesting <3 i’m sorry for the delay ☹️ and i hope you enjoy this ^^

also trying out a new style of writing reactions, (inspired by @chxrrymxxnlight , go check them out !) tell me if i should stick with this or my old one ❤️

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

awkward. like really awkward

awkward smiles, trying to brush them off

unless they get too close to him or anything, he’s really polite 😇

zhanghao had brought you on a date to a new café that recently opened. everything was great; the service, the vibes, the food and especially your boyfriend. you thought nothing could ruin this moment until a waiter decided to come back to your table right after taking your orders.

the waiter didn’t even look at you and went straight to zhanghao. “you’re really cute, can i have your number?” zhanghao was really shocked, now very uncomfortable and looking at you for help. he tried to brush the waiter off by saying “i’m sorry, i’m kind of in the middle of a dat-” the waiter put a hand on his shoulder.

“i know we can work it out.” the waiter said, smiling at him. he pushed their hand off, standing up obviously annoyed. “you shouldn’t just touch people like that. let’s go babe.”

— sung hanbin

v v v v v polite

awkward laughs whenever they do a pickupline 😀

makes an excuse to get out of it

you were shopping with hanbin for skincare products. he said he’d help you find a product that was good for your skin type. as he looked around the wellness store, he found a brand that he wanted to recommend. he grabbed one of the moisturisers and showed it to you “this one is great, i use this.” you took it from his hand and looked at the product information.

a worker came up to you both, smiling as they look at the product in your hand. “oh, this product is very good for a cutie like you!” they say, beaming to hanbin who was now laughing trying to brush them off, awkwardly shifting to you.

“you should give me your number and maybe i can tell you about our promotions.” they continue, offering their phone to him. “haha, no worries.. i actually have somewhere to go now!” hanbin took your hand, running out the store in a flash.

— seok matthew

makes it obvious he’s in a relationship

doesn’t want to be mean

but he still shoves it in their face that he’s perfectly happy and in love w you 🥰

matthew had brought you to dinner, with you looking so stunning in his eyes. everyone could’ve seen how lovestruck he was; basically giggling and twirling his hair around. well, everyone except this one person.

they came up to you both, confused on the sudden approach. they gave you a disgusted look but then faced straight to your boyfriend. “you’re definitely my type.” they say, smiling as they hand him their phone asking for his number.

“my partner thinks that too!” he says, grabbing both your hands as he kisses your knuckles making you blush a rosy red. matthew made sure the love in his eyes were even more prominent after that.

— shen ricky

politely declines

“no thanks.”

if the person is persistent, he just leaves them hanging 🧍

going out with ricky was very common and people staring at your amazing boyfriend in awe was also quite common. when you both decided to visit an art museum, he got more attention than the art displayed.

usually, people would just stop and stare. but this time, someone came up to him. “i couldn’t help myself because you’re very attractive.” they smiled before continuing “can i invite you out to dinner?” ricky looked at you before looking back at them.

“no, thank you.” he intertwines your hands, bringing them up to show it off to them “but-” they try to speak up but ricky already walked away to another section of the museum with you.

— park gunwook

confused 😐

looks to you for help

lets you speak to the person

you and gunwook were going to buy some stuff from the convenience store for a movie date at home. as he scans the shelves for a pack of his favourite snack, he reaches for the last pack of homerun balls when another person snatches it away from him.

his mood sullens until they offer the pack back to him “you can have this in exchange for your number.” they state, completely ignoring you. he was caught off guard by the abrupt bold move from a stranger.

gunwook looked to you, eyes signalling for help. you caught onto this and went in-front of him “sorry, he doesn’t have a number.” you pass by them, pulling gunwook along with you to another convenience store.

— kim taerae

the way he looks at people is so 😵‍💫

so naturally, he attracts alot of people

super dense and nice

taerae had prepared a cute little picnic date for you two to get away from work stress and spend more time together. he helped lay out the mat and the food that he made beforehand. while munching away on his sandwich, he noticed someone in the distance.

“they have a nice bag.” he says, pointing to the bag. you nod in agreement when the person that owned the bag came up to you. “sorry, i just happened to notice you staring.” they say, shyly smiling “oh, i’m so sorry!” taerae apologised profusely for staring.

“it’s okay, i think you’re quite cute.” the statement made taerae laugh, smiling as he thanked them. “i just thought your bag was cool!” he mentioned, his hand forming a ‘thumbs up’. they smile, thanking him before asking him for his number. he tilted his head “oh, do you sell this bag? i don’t think you should be selling them with your personal number.”

— kim gyuvin

honestly a bit scared

stranger danger ‼️

might call 911

as you both were about to line up to get onto the ferris wheel ride, someone approached you both. gyuvin was confused at first and just wanted to deal with it until they hit him with ‘i never believed in love at first sight until i saw you.’ his eyes widened at the pickup line.

immediately, he grabbed your hand and ran far away. “gyuvin, what was that for?” you ask, slowing down to catch your breath. gyuvin paced around, checking every corner to make sure the coast was clear.

“i’m gonna call 911.” he stated, absolutely mortified. before he could dial the number, you snatched his phone away. he tried getting it back but you stopped him. “they didn’t do anything, gyuvin.” you say, shaking your head while crossing your arms. gyuvin held his hands to his hips “hey, i could’ve gotten kidnapped!”

— kim jiwoong

he’s really pretty so naturally, it attracts

but you’re in luck cause he only has eyes for you 🫣

legit just ignores them

a perfect date with your perfect boyfriend; an ideal situation everyone wanted to be in. a situation that you were in right now. jiwoong wanted to make up for not having dates as he was busy with work so he brought you to a nice restaurant.

everything was perfect until someome came up to him with a sultry gaze. jiwoong didn’t notice them though, he didn’t want to. the person tried to get his attention but he didn’t budge. his eyes were locked onto yours, hands resting his chin. “how was your day, my love?” he asked, not breaking the eye contact.

in another attempt to get your boyfriend’s attention; they speak up “do you think i could get your-“ jiwoong shushes them with one finger on his lips before turning back to you, smiling. “where were we?”

— han yujin

says no but if they still try

he gets annoyed and he might be a bit mean 💥

brutally honest ?

hanging out after school with yujin were your favourite times, his too. loving the peace and quiet after a exhausting school day. you were about to ask yujin a question about an assignment that was due but was quickly interrupted by another student handing him a letter that had a paper heart on it.

“i hope you accept my feelings.” they say, shyly looking down. yujin just stares at the letter before placing the letter back into their hands. “no, i like them.” he said, looking at you. “i can be better than them.” they remarked, giving you a glare.

“no you can’t.” he said with a blunt expression, standing up. he offered his hand to help you up before picking up his bag and moving to another quiet place “we won’t be disturbed there.”

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nattikay · 11 months

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Jake is a Good Dad and I will Die On That Hill

Howdy Avatar fandom. Over the past six months or so I’ve seen a lot of criticism directed toward Jake Sully as a father, ranging from him simply being a little too strict at best, to outright neglectful and even abusive at worst. This, my friends, is some grade-A nonsense, and today we’re gonna talk about why. Strap in, lads, this is gonna be a long one. Let’s roll.

So before we get into breaking down the events of the main storyline, let’s address the idea that Jake was always the super-strict “military dad” throughout the kids’ lives: put simply, bullcrap.

Out of the film’s over-three-hour runtime, we get to see very little of the Sullies’ lives before the RDA’s return—only about six minutes’ worth. If Jake was meant to be this strict militaristic dictator during this time period, especially in a way that would significantly impact the kids’ character development and their relationships with him, this would be the time to show it, or at least hint at it. But instead of any of that, we really get quite the opposite. Jake laughs and plays with the kids:

Jokes around and cuddles:

Teaches Neteyam to fish:

He even says in his narration:

“Happiness is simple…whoever thought that a jarhead like me could’ve cracked the code?”

Guys, this is quite literally the best time of his life. This man absolutely adores his family with every fiber of his being, they are his whole world. Like, look at him! He has stars in his eyes!!

We have zero reason to suspect that Jake was overly harsh or strict in a way that would impede his relationship with his kids during this time. The Sullies appear to be a normal, healthy, close-knit family.

It’s only when the RDA returns and reignites war that things change.

I’ve seen some people claim that Jake’s personality changed it the second movie. I disagree—it was not his personality that changed, but rather his priorities.

A1 Jake was a disabled marine vet who was offered his brother’s contract after said brother was unexpectedly murdered by some thug on the street…and part of the reason he agreed to take that contract was that there really wasn’t much else left for him back on Earth, so why not go? A1 Jake had just about nothing left to lose, and therefore could afford to be more reckless.

A2 Jake, however, is another story altogether. A2 Jake can’t just run around poking and prodding and taking risks like A1 Jake did because now he has a wife and four children who rely on him and who he loves more than anything else in the world. It’s not just himself he has to look out for anymore, it’s them. He now has everything to lose. He says as much himself:

Not to mention that he’s older now. Did you really expect the 37-year-old father of four who’s been leading the clan for 15 years and is suddenly thrust back into a brutal war to behave exactly the same as the 22-year-old fish-out-of-water ex-marine sent to fill in for his scientist brother out of the sheer convenience of sharing a genome? A2 Jake’s behavior is not a sudden 180 from his personality in A1, it’s a natural progression and reaction for his character given the changed circumstances.

“A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning.”

This is essentially Jake’s thesis for the movie. This is his #1 priority, his purpose, the lens through which all his actions must be viewed in order to understand them, and it’s important to establish it upfront because it sets up everything else.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at the train raid sequence as its aftermath. Jake begrudgingly allows his now-teenage sons to participate in the war party—from a distance, as spotters. Neteyam seems content to fill this role, but Lo’ak, against orders, eagerly insists that they “have to get in there”, even goading his brother:

Tailed by an exasperated Neteyam, Lo’ak grabs a weapon from Tarsem and lets out a half-hearted warcry:

...let’s be honest here, Lo’ak doesn’t really seem to be taking this raid anywhere near as seriously as he should be; he’s treating it more like a game—on which point, y’know what, let’s pause to talk about Lo’ak for a moment.

Because the primary purpose of this post is defending Jake, it may at times appear that I am being overly critical towards Lo’ak. This is not my intention—I love Lo’ak as much as I love the rest of the Sully family (which is a lot lol). I think the things he struggles with are reasonable and valid struggles to have considering his circumstances. However, that does not always mean that he is in the “right”. Jake and Lo’ak’s conflict through the movie is not as simple as “son right dad wrong” or vice-versa; rather, it stems from a generational/age gap in experience and priorities.

In this case, for example, Lo’ak is treating the raid more like a cool action game than a real battle with real stakes. Which may not be much of a surprise—he’s 14! He’s young, he’s naive, he’s never experienced anything close to real war until the past year or so—he probably genuinely does not fully grasp the stakes of this situation just yet. And why should we expect him to, really? He’s never had to before.

Jake, on the other hand, knows the stakes all too well. This ain’t his first rodeo. He was a solider both on Earth (where he was injured severely enough to become paralyzed from the waist down) and then again on Pandora driving out the RDA in a battle that killed several of his friends and allies, including almost completely wiping out the entire Olangi clan.

Jake understands the risks of war and doesn’t want his kids anywhere near it. We see this not only in the film where he only allows Neteyam and Lo’ak to participate in the raid “from a distance” and ultimately fleeing his own clan altogether once his kids are directly threatened, but also in the comics in which he consistently turns down Neteyam’s pleadings to participate in the war efforts. Unfortunately for him, his sons do happen to be coming of age at around this time and there’s only so much he can do to keep them out of it, so he tries to let them participate in relatively safe ways, like as spotters.

Lo’ak…doesn’t understand this. Not really. And that leads to him recklessly taking unnecessary risks—be it out of curiosity, to get in on the action, or even simply to prove himself. Which understandably scares the crap out of Jake.

When the raid is over, Jake desperately searches the rubble for his sons. He finds Lo’ak quickly and makes sure he’s alright:

…before taking off to search for Neteyam, who he also promptly checks over for injuries.

which is something I’d like to point out here: although Jake sometimes gets gruff with his sons, he never leads with that. He always always always makes sure they’re ok first. That’s important. We’ll come back to it throughout the post.

Anyways, it’s only after making sure that Neteyam is ok that Jake’s initial bout of fear subsides and morphs into frustration and anger: what were you thinking?! And it’s a fair question. If the boys had followed orders, they wouldn’t have been at such risk in the first place. Once the party returns to High Camp, Jake addresses this point with them, reminding them that by disobeying direct orders they put themselves in very serious danger, and reiterating to Lo’ak in particular that his recklessness nearly got his brother killed and grounding him.

In other words, Jake’s response to his sons going against his orders was…a lecture and a grounding. That’s…a pretty reasonable parental reaction, actually. Sure, you could nitpick and say his tone was too harsh, but given the situation, I struggle to blame him…

…which leads into the next relevant scene: while Mo’at and Kiri tend to Neteyam’s scratches, Neytiri gently chides Jake for being too hard on the boys, concluding with the infamous line: “This is not a squad. It is a family.”

Now, what I find interesting about this scene is that neither party is really in the wrong here. Jake is doing his best to fill his role as a father by watching out for his kids’ physical safety—even if it means being a little strict. Likewise, Neytiri is filling her role as a mother by looking out for her kids’ emotional well-being. As she should!

That said, I think people who use this line as proof of Jake’s supposed parental failure are forgetting the context. While Neytiri’s line is true in general, when the boys sign up to participate in a war party, they kinda do become a “squad”. In that moment, in that context, they are a squad, they have to behave like one lest someone gets hurt if not killed.

I also think they forget Jake’s reaction to Neytiri’s line:

Look closely. There are tears in his eyes. This dude was terrified of the possibility that he may have just lost one of his sons in the raid, and all his strictness stems from that. And Neytiri seems to recognize this as well, as she can’t seem to decide how to respond. She probably worries about the same thing, after all, even if she handles it differently.

On that note, let’s look at the next time Lo’ak disobeys instructions: going to the old shack with Spider, Kiri, and Tuk, where they first encounter the recom unit.

Something interesting about the aftermath of the recom rescue is that no one gets lectured this time actually. Remember what I said about how, no matter how upset he is, Jake always checks to make sure the kids are ok first and foremost? Sure enough, that’s what he does here:

Not only for his daughters, mind you, but also both his sons (we’ll address the daughter-favoritism claims later):

With the recoms now targeting the Sully family specifically, Jake, feeling out of other options, makes the difficult decision to flee and find refuge among the Metkayina clan.

whoops, there’s that “protection” theme again

When their request for sanctuary is somewhat reluctantly accepted, Jake calls a family meeting and tells the kids this:

Remember how earlier we established how “a father protects” is essentially Jake’s thesis for this movie? Well, this is an offshoot of that: Jake believes that hiding amongst the Metkayina is currently the best was to keep his family safe; therefore, throughout the Sullies’ time with the clan, Jake’s primary goal is to lay low and get along with the clan so as not to tread on their hospitality and get kicked out (even if and when that means setting aside one’s own pride). This, then, is the lens through which Jake’s actions must be analyzed while his family is staying with the Metkayina.

The first time this becomes relevant is after Neteyam and Lo’ak’s little scrap defending Kiri from Aonung and his posse. Jake is clearly not thrilled about Kiri being bullied, but again, his top priority is keeping his family safe and right now this entails maintaining a good standing with the chief, which in turns means that his sons getting into brawls with Tonowari’s son is a very bad look. Which is why, after a moment of internal conflict, he asks Lo’ak to apologize to Aonung (he even tries to explain when Lo’ak protests:)

On that note, while remaining on good terms with the clan has to take precedence at this moment, Jake is clearly quietly proud of his boys for kicking butt, as we see from his exchange with Neteyam (though yes, it is unfortunate that Lo’ak didn’t get to see this bit).

…which brings us to one of the bigger moments that people point to when accusing Jake of being a bad father: the “you bring shame to this family” line. Now, I can understand why this line doesn’t sit right with viewers initially, especially since we have just seen firsthand the truth about what Lo’ak experienced over the past few hours. However, when you consider what’s going on from Jake’s perspective, the line is not quite as unreasonable as it first seems.

Let’s back up a bit to when Lo’ak first returns to the village after meeting Payakan. At first Jake is just relieved that his son is ok (remember: he always checks first)

In fact, once it’s clear that Lo’ak is ok, it seems Jake just wanted to let it go and head home…the real conflict didn’t begin until after Lo’ak lied to take the blame for Aonung.

Up until this moment, Jake only knew Aonung’s side of the story, that he’d taken Lo’ak outside the reef and he got stranded there (it’s unclear whether Aonung specifies that he abandoned him out there on purpose, the little punk, but I digress). But when Tonowari (rightfully) declares Aonung’s responsibility for the incident, Lo’ak speaks up to take the fall, claiming that the whole ordeal was all his idea, which Aonung had tried to talk him out of.

Lo’ak does not have a reputation for lying…but he does have a reputation for pulling reckless stunts that put himself and others in danger, so for better or for worse, Jake has literally zero reason not to believe this claim.

In other words, for Jake, the situation has just gone from “my son got taken advantage of by the local bullies and put into a precarious situation but he’s home safe now” to “my son dragged a bunch of other kids to a dangerous location where he knows he’s not supposed to go despite the chef’s son trying to talk him out of it, endangering both his life and theirs, getting lost in the process, and thereby worrying and inconveniencing the entire clan on whose hospitality we rely by making them go out of their way to arrange a whole search party in the dead of night just to find him.”

…yeah, no wonder he was flippin’ ticked. No wonder he “didn’t want to hear it” when Lo’ak tries to explain that he was “only trying to make friends”. We as the audience know that’s true, of course, but as far as Jake knows in that moment, based on what Lo’ak himself claimed just moments ago, he was trying to “make friends” by…dragging them out to a dangerous location despite their protests thus jeopardizing both his and their lives as well as his family’s standing in the clan who can kick them out at any time. Yeah, I wouldn’t want to “hear it” either.

When you look at it from that perspective, “you brought shame to this family” doesn’t really seem quite as extreme, does it?

And yes, I feel for Lo’ak here, really, I do; he’s just been through a lot and yes based on the actual events that just occurred his father’s anger is the last thing the poor kid needs and I totally get why it would upset him…but at the same time, I can’t help feeling that he kinda brought this particular lecture on himself by voluntarily taking the blame for Aonung. Not really sure what he was expecting: that Jake would somehow read his mind and understand the way things actually went? That he would see through his lie and praise him for being so amiable towards Aonung by taking the fall perhaps similar to how Neteyam so often claims the blame for Lo’ak’s own reckless shenanigans despite how rude Aonung had been to him thus far? Or perhaps he just blurted out the blame claim as an olive branch of sorts to Aonung (genuinely trying to “make friends” in a way) without really thinking about the consequences of doing so. Who knows. But regardless of how Lo’ak did or didn’t think things would go, I think it’s a little unfair to blame Jake for his reaction. Based on his knowledge of the circumstances, which in turn were based on Lo’ak’s own account given only moments before (remember, Jake had zero reason to suspect he was lying), his reaction is actually pretty understandable.

Speaking of Lo’ak’s adventures with Payakan, the next time we see him clash with his father is when Tonowari lectures him for bonding with the outcast, and Lo’ak defends his new friend. Remember: Jake’s top priority is keeping his family safe which currently means not getting kicked out of the Metkayina. Lo’ak, regardless of whether or not he was in the right, was clearly upsetting Ronal and Tonowari in this exchange—Neytiri is actually the first to step in and warn her son:

…and when Lo’ak persists anyways, Jake has to step in in hopes of smoothing things over with the chief.

It sucks that this upset Lo’ak, especially because we the audience know that Lo’ak is right about Payakan, but again, Jake is currently more concerned with not getting kicked out of the clan than with his son winning an argument about the validity of a tulkun’s outcast status.

...aaaand here comes the hardest part of this essay to write. Admittedly I wasn’t aware of this argument until recently, but now that I know it’s out there I feel obligated to address it here. Apparently some folks are out there claim that Jake did not display a sufficient amount of emotion at Neteyam’s death, and this somehow proves that he wasn’t as attached to his sons as he should have been. And all I have to say to that is: did we watch the same movie??

That man broke upon his son’s death. Did he wail and cry like Neytiri, no, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t heartbroken—wailing and crying simply aren’t how his character responds to trauma. He’s a solider, he’s probably trained to delay any external breakdown at least until a given battle is over.

But you can still see it in his face. You can hear it in his voice which breaks and shudders when he realizes that Neteyam is dying and tries to give him a few last words of comfort, wanting so desperately to ease his pain to the best of his abilities.

...yeah. This man is broken in this moment.

…but his job isn’t over yet. The battle is still raging. He still has three more kids who still need him. As much as he may want to, he cannot take the time to fully grieve in this moment.

…which brings us to the big one, the main line people point to when arguing that Jake is a bad father:

Now, let’s be honest: was this an awful thing to say? Yes, absolutely. Should Jake apologize to Lo’ak for it after the fact, if he hasn’t already? Definitely, one-hundred-percent. I’m not disputing that in the least.

however…

In this moment, Jake has just spent the past however-long locked in a vicious battle, and hardly minutes before watched his firstborn son bleed out in his arms. And now he learns that his daughters—one of whom is a pre-pubescent child with no chance of defending herself—are still caught on the “demon ship” with the recoms, who have just very clearly proven that they have absolutely no qualms with killing these kids. Quaritch taunting in his ear certainly is not helping.

The only thing Jake could properly focus on in that moment was getting Kiri and Tuk off that boat. Repeat: he wants to get his kids OFF the demon ship, not risk bringing any of them back ON. On top of that, Lo’ak, as established very early on in the film (see: train raid), has a reputation for struggling to follow orders…even when not emotionally devastated by the death of his brother.

All these things considered, is it really any wonder that Jake did not want Lo’ak coming along on this mission? He’s already lost one son, why in the ever-loving flip flap would he want to risk losing the other by intentionally bringing him back to the danger zone with no guarantee he’ll come out again, especially given his apparent propensity to ignore orders and throw himself into danger?

Heck, the only reason he lets Spider come is that Spider knows where the girls are and, unlike Lo’ak, Spider doesn’t have that same reckless reputation. Spider, in that moment, appears to be able to compartmentalize the fresh trauma well enough to focus on the task at hand, and can be trusted to do as Jake asks. Lo’ak…can’t. So, Jake wants him to stay behind.

Did he express it horribly? Absolutely. But saying one stupid insensitive thing in a moment of numbness underlaid by grief, pain, and fear does not make him a horrible dad overall, and I think it’s a little unfair to say that it does.

On that note, I do not believe for one moment that Jake genuinely blames Lo’ak for Neteyam’s death. Now, Lo’ak may well view it that way and I’m sure it’ll come into play for his character arc in future movies, which can be a topic for another day, but as for Jake’s perspective, no. I don’t think he truly blames Lo’ak. Even if he couldn’t necessarily process it all right away, I think he knows that Lo’ak is going through as much heartbreak as the rest of the family…especially given that Jake himself has firsthand experience losing a brother. He just said something dumb in a moment of pain.

(On the topic of Lo’ak being unable to follow orders, less than five minutes after Jake, Neytiri, and Spider leave for the ship, Lo’ak…immediately disobeys the order to stay safe on the island and heads back out to the ship anyways. Obviously in the grand scheme of things it’s good that he was there to save Jake from drowning after the scuffle with Quaritch, but still, good gracious son. Way to spectacularly prove your dad’s point.)

So now we come to the point where Lo’ak saves Jake’s life. After a mutual choke-out with Quaritch, Jake is left to drown until Lo’ak finds him and pulls him to the surface, at which point he gasps for air and chokes out Neteyam’s name.

This can be interpreted in a few ways. It could be that Jake is so accustomed to Neteyam being the “responsible” one that he irrationally thought it was him coming to the rescue, momentarily forgetting he had died or somehow thinking maybe by some stroke of fate he pulled through after all—this seems to be Lo’ak’s assumption, given that he promptly corrects him.

Now, some may take Jake’s “oh, Lo’ak…” as a show of favoritism, or proof that Jake values his first son above his second. I don’t think this is the case though—I don’t think Jake’s apparent disappointment is about Lo’ak being there so much it’s about Neteyam not being there. In other words, it’s not a personal slight against or disappointment in Lo’ak, but rather a form of still-very-raw grief for Neteyam who, remember, only just died, like, an hour ago.

It could also be that Jake is still so distraught following Neteyam’s death that it’s consuming his thoughts…he was able to shove it down and compartmentalize long enough to fight the recoms and get Tuk and Kiri off the boat, but that compartmentalization broke down while he was literally drowning and it took him a minute to focus and put things back together (which he manages to do a moment later when Lo’ak tries to apologize for his brother’s death):

The most excruciating interpretation I’ve seen is Jake thinking he had drowned and is rejoining Neteyam in the afterlife. ouch. Though that is, of course, just speculation.

Regardless, at this point Jake has just about given up. He’s exhausted, he’s in agony, both physically and emotionally. He’s completely drained. He wants Lo’ak to live but is ready to give up on himself (“I can’t make it. You can.”). It’s only when Lo’ak insists:

...that Jake realizes he still needs to press forward. Because his other kids still need him. His other son still needs him and he’s not willing to give up on him. So he takes a deep breath (literally), puts his trust in Lo’ak, and lets his son lead him through the flooded passageways out of the wreck. When they finally break the surface, we have this lovely moment:

This moment is a resolution to one of Lo’ak’s primary emotional conflicts throughout the movie: living in the shadow of his legendary war hero father and prodigious older brother, finally getting the recognition and affirmation he so craved from that father. Some might argue that in terms of “ideal” parenting that this kind of moment should have come sooner, or that Jake’s recognition of his son should never have been in doubt in the first place, and while there may be some truth to that, I struggle to really blame Jake for it for reasons I just spent the past 4000 words discussing. I think the fact that this moment happened at all shows that despite their clashes and struggles and miscommunications, Jake does and always has cared very deeply about Lo’ak; his lectures and frustrations come not out of malice or some personal distaste, but out of fear for his well-being.

We see Jake comforting Lo’ak again after the family returns to Neteyam’s body on the rocks.

As I said before, I don’t think for even the briefest moment Jake genuinely blames Lo’ak for Neteyam’s death. I don’t think he would be comforting him like this if he did.

…which, I suppose, brings us to Neteyam’s funeral, and Jake and Neytiri visiting his spirit within Eywa. No parent should ever have to bury their child and good golly gracious this scene ripped my heart out but I digress. I don’t even really have a lot of commentary to add to these scenes…just…just this. It speaks for itself.

look me in the eye and tell me this man “doesn’t care about his sons”. I flipping DARE you.

Well, that concludes the debunking of scenes that supposedly make Jake a bad father. But before we go, let’s look just briefly at this scene of him being a good dad with Kiri. I didn’t mention this earlier because while I’ve seen a lot of complaints about Jake’s interactions with Neteyam and especially Lo’ak, few people have qualms with the way Jake treats Kiri and Tuk—in fact, many people claim that he shows favoritism to his daughters, going out of his way “baby” them and treat them more gently and lovingly than his sons. I disagree and hope the above has done a thorough job dispelling that notion: Kiri and Tuk don’t go around throwing themselves headlong into the same kind of danger that Neteyam and Lo’ak do. They aren’t begging to participate in battle, they aren’t disobeying orders that land them in mortal peril.

In other words: Jake lectures his sons more than his daughters out of necessity, not nepotism. Remember: Jake’s #1 priority is protecting his family, keeping them all safe and alive. That means that when one of his kids pulls a stupid stunt that puts them in danger he feels the need to crack down on that in hopes of preventing it from happening again. Lo’ak is, quite frankly, prone to pulling those kind of stunts, so he gets lectured a lot. Kiri and Tuk do not typically pull such stunts, so they don’t get lectured. It’s as simple as that, really.

Buuuuuut now that we’ve cleared that up, let’s talk just briefly about Jake comforting Kiri.

Like with the scene of visiting Neteyam’s spirit, I don’t have much commentary to add to this scene—it’s a very sweet scene and it speaks for itself really. Jake is very gentle and doing his best to listen to Kiri, even if he is a little unsure about her claims. He doesn’t criticize or invalidate, he just tries to be there for her. What can I say, that’s a good dad right there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

One last little point before we wrap up for real: the fact that Lo’ak and Neteyam occasionally refer to Jake as “sir”. I was originally planning to address this earlier but it didn’t quite fit in with the flow of the discussion and I consider it such a minor point anyways, I figured I could save it for a side note—but seriously, it baffles me what a big deal people make of this.

It would be one thing if “sir” was something that Jake strictly enforced, if it was the only thing he allowed the kids to address him as, if one of them called him “Dad” and he barked back, “no! it is sir!” But…literally none of that is the case. He never explicitly asks them to call him “sir”, and they call him “Dad” just as often if not more.

The kids referring to Jake as “sir” in tense moments is a simple show of respect, nothing more. I recall my own dad also wanting to be called “sir” when we were in trouble and it was never really an issue. And I suppose your milage may vary depending on where you live, but growing up in the southern US, “sir” and “ma’am” are just very common basic courtesy in many situations (not just familial).

Sooooo….yeah, the idea that Neteyam and Lo’ak occasionally calling Jake sir is somehow proof of Jake being too strict or cold or whatever else is really making a mountain out of a molehill. It’s not that deep y’all.

…aaaand I suppose that’s it for this post.

In conclusion:

Look guys, Jake does not have to be your favorite character. You don’t even have to like him, or agree with everything that he says or does. He isn’t perfect (which, by the way, literally no one is). But if nothing else, I hope this behemoth of a post has at least helped you understand his character and why he acts and reacts the way that he does.

Jake Sully may not be a shining beacon of parental perfection from a psychological development perspective (and all things considered, expecting him to be such is, quite frankly, a little silly), but good golly gracious he is trying his absolute darnedest in incredibly difficult and precarious circumstances beyond his control i.e. the RDA coming back to quite literally take over. This man’s family means absolutely everything to him and I’m done sitting back and watching y’all slander him just because he didn’t react to x situation the way you think he should have.

thank you and good night

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Nightcall

People invite monsters into their houses more often than you think.

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, DUB-CON, dark!tyler, aged up character(s), blood, mentions of murder/violence, manipulation, jealousy, choking, dacryphilia

Word Count: 3.7k

His fingers fumble with his phone in the dark. Blood smearing on the screen when trying to find your name to click on. Unshed tears glisten in his eyes and shaky breaths leave his lips as he listens to the ringing tone.

You look out your bedroom window one more time, watching the rain fall from the sky before closing the curtains for the night. You head towards the bathroom, walking past your phone that sits on the dresser.

You don’t hear your phone buzz in the other room, the screen lighting up with Tyler’s name. You step into the hot shower, oblivious to the boy trying to get ahold of you.

He curses out loud when he hears the beginning of your voicemail. Hanging up, he immediately clicks on your name again.

When he gets the same result, he throws his phone down on the passenger seat.

Tyler doesn’t know why it feels like it’s life or death whether he talks to you right now. But he can’t shake the feeling that you’re with him again.

Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s that obsessive, little corner of his mind plaguing him with the idea that someone is right where he should be.

He can’t get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. That day on perpetual repeat as he drives down the dark road.

“This would be less painful if you talk, Tyler,” she reminded him for the second time that session.

She kept a pearly white grin on her face, voice still cheery. But he noticed the annoyance that she fought so hard against, starting to seep through.

He couldn’t keep his eyes on the blonde sitting in front of him, instead they roam around her neatly decorated apartment. He’d never paid attention to how many candles she keeps lit. That must be a fire hazard, he thought. This whole place could go up in flames with a slight push to one of them.

“In our last session, you told me about a friend you reconnected with recently. Y/N, was it?” Dr. Kinbott inquired, watching Tyler for a reaction.

He shifted a little in his seat at the mention of your name. But he tried his hardest to keep a straight face, not even a twitch of a muscle. He didn’t need Dr. Kinbott to know what makes him squirm.

“How did you two meet again?”

He let out a sigh before being forced to recount his early memories. He supposed he didn’t mind since it had to do with you.

“We met in kindergarten. She just, came up to me and asked if I wanted to play house.” He kept his voice as steady as possible. “I know I would’ve rather played with the toy cars. But for some reason, I said yes. I don’t really remember why.”

He stopped paying attention to how Dr. Kinbott tilted her head like what he was saying was the most interesting thing she’s ever heard. Instead, a smile traced his lips as he felt himself be transported back into the memory.

“We played together every day after that. Going to each other’s birthday parties and kid stuff like that.”

He still remembered how you wanted him to sit next to you when you blew out your candles on your birthday cake, or how you always gave him your last Animal Cracker at snack time, just because he was still hungry.

“Then what happened?”

Her question made him falter, lips parting in confusion.

“What happened for you two to reconnect now? Reconnecting usually means you drifted apart in the first place.”

He slightly nodded, eyes moving to the floor. He thought for a moment before he continued.

“Puberty, I guess. We turned 12 and things just changed. It wasn’t cool to be friends with a girl.”

Dr. Kinbott continued to nod, humming in understanding.

“So, why now?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. She came into the Weathervane one day… and she was surprised to see me working there. Then we got to talking and… now we see each other all the time.”

He stopped himself from saying anything more about you.

Truthfully, he could’ve gone on for hours about you. How every time you looked at him, it felt like you were staring right into his soul, and all you did was smile, not turning away in fear or disgust.

He could’ve talked about how he longs to see that smile all the time, that simple expression on you making a bad day turn better.

He knew your drink order like the back of his hand. He thought it was funny how you only ever want a latte made by him now. Your excuse was no one else makes the foam like he does.

His favorite time of the day was when the sun went down. The Weathervane was finally empty of customers, and the two of you could just sit in your own little corner of the world, talking for hours. Everything else was a distant thought during those times. All he could do was focus on the warmth of your voice, telling him all of your greatest dreams and desires.

You told him you want to leave Jericho one day, hoping there’s something better out there for you, and all he could think was how much he wants to go with you.

“That’s great, Tyler. Having a friend, you can talk to is a really special thing.” Dr. Kinbott’s voice snatched him from his thoughts. She glanced at the clock.

“Looks like we’re out of time.”

Tyler kept his eyes on the ground, head swirling with memories of you that were unearthed in his session with Dr. Kinbott. He only looked up when he crossed the street, giving a polite smile to the car that stopped for him.

He was on his way to work, not much of a break between therapy and having to serve coffee to a wide array of customers.

But before he could get to the door of the Weathervane, he spotted you through the window. It was a nice surprise before he realized you were sitting across from someone, laughing at what they were saying.

His jaw tensed, brows pulled together as he watched you talk to a guy that you and Tyler went to school with.

He always thought Ben was an asshole, thinking he was so much better than everyone else. So much better than Tyler at least.

He was stumped at why you would want to be talking to Ben in the same booth that was supposed to be yours and Tyler’s.

His first instinct was to pretend that it was nothing when Ben brushed his hand against yours, and you let him, smiling.

But he felt something sink in his chest, a familiar feeling. A type of feeling he’s gotten when he watches the world around him, realizing he has no place in it. This time, it’s a little different, the feeling has evolved.

Now he has no choice, it’s screaming, telling him to do something before he goes insane.

You still haven’t checked your phone when you’re dressed in your pajamas, skin still dewy from your shower.

The doorbell ringing throughout the house startles you. You think for a second of who it could be, somewhat hoping the person gets impatient and leaves.

When it rings again, you peek through your bedroom curtains. When you see who it is, you practically run downstairs, opening the front door as fast as you can.

“Tyler, what are you doing?”

He stands on your doorstep in the pouring rain, arms hugging his sides, looking like a stray puppy needing shelter.

You grab his arm, dragging him into your house and out of the harsh weather. His clothes are soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, still trying to figure out why he came to your house in the first place.

He looks around, almost like he’s in a daze.

“Are your parents home?”

You stare at him with your brow furrowed until you slightly shake your head, realizing he asked you a question.

“No, they’re out of town for the weekend. I thought I told you that.”

He hears the worry in your voice, not trying hard to disguise it. He likes it, the fact you care enough about him to be concerned.

“So, you’re home by yourself?” There’s an edge to his voice, something that makes a chill go down your spine.

You nod slowly, your eyebrows slightly raised.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

He just keeps his eyes on the floor.

You sigh, “You probably shouldn’t go back out there, at least until it stops raining.” His eyes finally meet yours. “I can try to find some other clothes for you while I put those in the dryer.”

His mouth opens, surprised at your offer.

“But leave your shoes by the door. My parents would kill me if you got mud everywhere.”

He looks down at his dirty shoes, bending down and frantically untying them.

You start to go up the stairs, and Tyler hesitates for a second before quickly following you.

“I’ll also get you a towel to dry your hair,” you say with an amused smile on your lips, looking back to take in his wet curls.

He follows you into your room, and he can’t help but take in every detail of you that is carved into it. All he can think is how it’s so you, from the few pictures hanging on the walls to the color you chose for the duvet on your bed.

“You can undress in here, and hopefully something of my dad’s will fit you.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You give him one last reassuring smile before closing the door.

It’s not lost on him how odd it is to be taking his clothes off in your bedroom. Maybe in a different situation, he would enjoy it more.

Soon enough, those agonizing thoughts come back, making him wonder how many other guys have been in this situation. Except you’d be there, also taking your clothes off.

He wonders if Ben has been in that situation, with that stupid, arrogant smirk on his face.

A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts.

“Come in,” he calls out.

You open the door, finding Tyler standing in the middle of your room, only in his boxers.

A sight you thought you’d never see.

It’s hard for him to look you in the eyes, his hands trying to find something to do. But what makes him feel worse is your lack of embarrassment at seeing him like this.

You step closer to him, but before you can explain what you found, you drop what you’re holding on to the bed.

“Oh my God, Tyler.” That concern is back in your voice.

He follows your gaze, looking down, realizing that he’s bleeding. He usually gets wounded in some way when he transforms. He’s not entirely sure how it happens, probably while he’s on the hunt. He’s just glad that the rain washed away the blood that wasn’t his.

You rush to him, inspecting the scratches on his ribcage, right near his stomach.

“Does it hurt?”

The scratches don’t look too deep, but they’re still bright red.

“It’s not too bad.”

You look at him with disbelief. But you decide not to press on the matter anymore.

“Okay. Well, I’ll get the first aid kit and you just sit down.” You motion to the foot of your bed. “Oh and,” you say, almost forgetting. “Here’s a towel for your hair. I could only find you a shirt, but you probably shouldn’t put it on until I get you cleaned up.”

You pick up Tyler’s wet clothes off the floor before leaving.

He grabs the towel, ruffling his hair with it, trying to dry it. He enjoys how you take care of him, treating him like he’s a little boy that needs to be nursed back to health. How he’s the only person you seem to care about at all, putting all your attention on him.

You come back, sitting right next to him, sorting through the bandages in the little plastic box.

“How did this even happen? It looks like you were attacked by a wild animal.”

You begin to bandage him up the best you can, waiting for an answer.

“I was playing with Elvis, and he got a little too rough I guess.”

It’s not his best lie, but it will have to do for now.

You don’t say anything, and Tyler isn’t sure if your silence is to do with your disproval or if you’re too focused on his wound.

A few minutes pass, and you’re still working on covering the scratches up. It doesn’t go past you how intimate this is, the only sounds are yours and Tyler’s breathing and the soft tapping of the rain against the window. You drag your eyes up a little, taking in how toned he is, something he keeps well-hidden.

You’re so close to him that he can smell the soap on your skin, vanilla filling his nose. The feeling of your fingertips on his body makes him feel like he’s on fire. If all he had to do was hurt himself and show up on your doorstep in the pouring rain to get you to pay this kind of attention to him, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

“That should be good.” You lean back, admiring your handiwork.

His green gaze finds his now bandaged up wound, a smile lighting up his features.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know either.”

Your smile matches his as you bring a hand to his hair, letting your fingers run through his soft curls. His eyes fall shut with the comforting, almost loving movement.

He opens them to see you staring at him, like you’re admiring him. Content is written on your face.

He can only guess his face looks more or less the same, probably more like a lovesick idiot.

He doesn’t really think about it as he leans in closer to you, his eyes glued to your lips. He doesn’t notice how your expression morphs into something of confusion and panic.

A small gasp leaves your lips as his own crash into your cheek instead. You feel him freeze, realization hitting him coldly.

He finally moves away from you, keeping his head down. But even as he wishes to disappear from your sight, he can’t stop you from seeing the blood rushing into his cheeks.

You instantly feel bad when you see the embarrassment that clouds him. The last thing you would want is to upset Tyler. But him almost kissing you was a shock. You never thought for a second Tyler had a crush on you.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second, trying to figure out the words to make all of this better.

“Tyler, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It’s just…” You trail off, not wanting to add salt to his wounds. You shift a little. “It’s just, I don’t see you like that.”

You try to judge his reaction, and by the way his jaw ticks, it’s not good.

“I’ve been really happy since we became friends again, and… I don’t want to lose that,” you soothe.

“Do you like him?” There’s a darkness to his voice, a bitterness you’ve never heard from him before.

You stare at him, not understanding.

“I saw you with him. At the Weathervane.” He finally turns to face you. “Are you fucking him or something?”

His face is practically in a snarl, and you’re ready to defend yourself against his unfair accusations.

But then you see the hurt in his eyes, the slightest glimmer of an unshed tear. You decide to take a deep breath, stopping yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“I think you just need to calm down, Tyler.”

Unfortunately, your words have the opposite effect. Your lack of an answer makes his jaw tighten. His eyes seem to have this far away look in them.

He had hoped every thought that invaded his mind was wrong. But he realizes that the voice in the back of his head telling him he’s not good enough for you has only been right.

His gaze finally settles over you, an intensity taking over that wasn’t there before.

“Do you think he’s better than me?”

Your brow furrows. “What? No-.”

“Then why him?” He pauses before going into his next question. “What’s so bad about me that you won’t at least give me a chance?”

You look down at your hands in your lap, immediately feeling a pang of guilt. You don’t know why you can’t see Tyler in a romantic way. You’ve known him since you were kids. He always looks at you with those soft, kind eyes, and he listens to what you have to say. He’s also good looking… but for some reason, you just can’t picture yourself dating him, or fucking him.

But you could try.

He’s always had it tough, growing up without a mom. You could always sense a loneliness to him, something that made him… different from everyone else. All you know is you hate making him feel this way. You don’t want to be the reason for his next broken heart.

“Tyler-.”

He shuts you up with a kiss on your open mouth. Before you could explain how you two should go to a movie or something, his soft lips are pressed to yours, slowly licking into your mouth.

You bring a firm hand to his chest. Your fingers are cold compared to the warmth of his bare skin. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.

His kisses feel feverish, like he can’t get enough of you, wanting to devour you whole. He pushes his body weight onto you, making you fall back on the bed.

The kisses don’t stop as he moves between your open legs. You’re finally able to move your mouth away from him.

“Wait, Tyler. I don’t know about this.” Your voice is full of cracks as he takes in the apprehension overcoming your face.

He had hoped you would pity him, making it easier for him to do what he wants with you. You’re his and he is yours. Ben doesn’t compare to him. You just don’t know it yet.

He tries to make the expression on his face gentler, softer, not wanting to scare you.

“I would never do anything to you that you wouldn’t want.” His thumb caresses circles on to your cheek. “You don’t have to worry or think too much. Just relax.” His deep voice sounds almost entrancing. “Don’t you trust me?”

You gaze up at him, considering his words. He takes your lack of response as one, his lips finding yours again.

You let his hands roam over your body, fingers digging into your skin. He finds one of your breasts through your thin pajama shirt, squeezing it and massaging your nipple. His other hand snakes down to your core, rubbing you through your underwear.

Even if he wanted to stop, he can’t. The thing inside him that craves to be satiated is screaming in hunger, and you’re absolutely delicious.

He replaces his hand with his mouth, sucking on your nipple through the fabric, wetting it with his tongue. He can feel your chest start to heave.

A whimper escapes your throat as he slips his fingers under the white cotton, brushing over your swollen bud. You feel his perfect teeth move to your neck, alternating between biting and licking, leaving kisses in his trail as an apology for hurting you.

Your hips buck involuntarily before he takes his hand away from you, wet with your arousal. You practically whine in protest before he reaches up to take your shirt off, your shorts and underwear being pushed down next.

The realization of where this is going hits you, along with the cold air. Watching him pull his boxers down, you could stop him now.

But do you really have a choice?

You feel his leaking tip brush against you, lining himself up before pushing himself inside you.

Ragged breaths leave you as you try to adjust to his size, the fullness being too much for you at first. Pain beginning to meld with the inklings of pleasure.

His pink lips part as he feels you wrapped around him, walls clenching around his throbbing cock. He starts to thrust into you, your hand grasping his bicep as he sinks in deeper.

You get used to his pace, moans falling from you as pleasure clouds your mind. His head falls to the crook of your neck, the caress of his breaths tickling your neck. The monotonous squeak of your mattress plays in the background. An odd sense of comfort envelops you as his bare chest grazes your own.

Then he lifts his head up, a hand grabbing your thigh, pushing your knee to your chest. He ignores your protests, rutting into you mercilessly. The sounds leaving him can only be described as carnal, hot breath fanning over you.

The new angle allows him to pound into you harder and faster, and all you can do is take it. Your whines get louder as he hits your sweet spot. Your eyelids flutter while your only focus is your impending orgasm.

You feel his large hand wrap around your neck, squeezing hard enough to scare you, but not to cut off your air supply.

He likes how your neck is so delicate, your rapid heartbeat right under his fingertips.

“Tyler,” you struggle out.

He’s relentless with how he thrusts into you. A sick part of him is satisfied when he sees a tear finally fall down your cheek, dropping onto the hand that’s still around your throat.

You hate to think of what exactly pushes you over the edge. All you see are stars as pleasure washes over you. You can feel Tyler’s lips brushing against your cheek, licking away your tears.

His pace has gotten careless and it’s not long before a warmth floods you, harsh breaths wracking him.

Tears still blurry your vision as he lies beside you. You can’t help but lean in closer to him, letting him kiss the top of your head, crying into his chest.

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #dark!tyler galpin #dark!tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #wednesday

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nite-puff · 2 months

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anyways now is the time to say that kodaka talking about taka’s “childhood friend” out of nowhere does not take away from taka and mondo’s friendship. i’m willing to make the argument that, if anything, it adds to it.

someone just made a post translating kodaka’s bluesky post (i’ll link it right here. i find it to be really interesting), and a buddy who can also translate japanese to english came to a similar conclusion. tl;dr: this “friend” was a little shit who pushed taka around and was generally inconsiderate of him until he moved away. it’s also important to say that this guy was also very different than taka. some would say that they were polar opposites.

so just think about it. kiyotaka was part of a toxic friendship with someone who constantly undermined him and took advantage of him. and the feelings of friendship were one-sided. he was bound to realize that hey, this isn’t how friendships are supposed to feel like. most likely that realization came after they split because i feel like taka would’ve been the type to call out this friend on his behavior if he noticed it beforehand.

who knows? it might’ve played into why taka didn’t build those types of relationships much after that?? it could’ve been a serious possibility that taka was scared to make another friend because something like what he had with that boy would happen again. he just thinks that he is incapable of having a normal friendship because no one sees him as a good contender to have a normal friendship with. maybe he even tells himself that it’s fine and that friends distract him from studying, so it’s actually GOOD that he won’t make anymore friends.

then he meets mondo. this other boy who is so different from him and seems like the type to be weak enough to get a laugh out of taking advantage of others. and he hated him for that.

but then he gets to know him, and he finds out that mondo is so much more than that. he’s caring and passionate and a fighter for the things he believes in and the people he loves. while he may come off as a bad egg on first glance, taka knows that he is so much better and so much stronger than that boy he once knew. and for once, he’s able to open himself up and let someone else be his friend again. and it’s the best decision he’s ever made because mondo is the best friend he could’ve ever hoped for.

i’m sorry. mondo is not only the friend that present taka deserved, but also the friend that past taka deserved. so yeah, honestly it’s a neat detail. i know that kodaka only mentioning it now may make it seem retcon-like, but eh. it doesn’t take away anything from taka’s story and personality. i feel like it adds a lot more. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

(also shoutout to edge for pointing out that this “friend” could be the reason why taka’s knee-jerk reaction to doing something he thinks is wrong is to beg for someone to hit him. yikes. but it’s a possibility.)

#YYAAAAY I GET TO MAKE A LONG RAMBLE POST #it’s been a while. but here we are.#i’m sorry but this info has plagued my mind #im someone who normally complains about how the writers handle kiyotaka. but this time i’ll hand it to kodaka. i think he created a pretty-#-neat concept.#kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #ishimondo #danganronpa #ramblepuff

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shadowbriar · 2 years

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I love you - Fred Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 3.4k Warning : Mention of severe allergic reaction. A couple of harsh words. Notes : Years of prank wars finally lead to unintended harm that makes one realise, enough is enough.

It was inevitable. The moment she steps in the Great Hall, Fred couldn’t bite his grin any longer. The bright streaks of neon colours of her hair were reflecting the light from the window. Every colour listed on the colour wheel was present on her hair. A walking paint palette indeed.

She locks eyes with him, forcing a smile as she flicks her hair. It was certainly the worst hairstyle known to the history of Hogwarts education, but she couldn’t give Fred the pride. This isn't over. Her revenge prank will certainly take the cake, she’s sure of it.

“Lovely day, isn’t it, Weasley?” She says with fake hospitality.

“Certainly it is, yes. Very lovely.” Fred nods eagerly, unable to contain his sneers “Loving the new look. Bringing the whole circus, aren’t we?”

She scrunches her nose, unamused, “Still not as ugly as that bright red hair of yours.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.”

She glares, earning a whole hearted laughter from the boy.

Neither of the two could recall how their prank wars started but by the second year, these two have already done more harm than good to each other. Though Fred has always tried to keep his mischief light and relatively safe for her, there are still times when scars are left on either or both of them.

Knowing how mean Fred could get with his jokes and how drop dead competitive she is, it’s a miracle that neither of them are yet to be found in a casket.

“Say Freddie, you’re playing for the quidditch match later on this noon, correct? I heard you’ve poured your whole heart into the practices.”

Fred’s smile soon turns into a frown, “What have you done?”

“How do you mean?” She plays innocent, batting her lashes “I’m only wishing you for good luck later. I’m sure you’ll smash today.”

“Naturally.” He nods, squinting his eyes to find any traceable suspicious gestures of her “If you do anything to my quidditch robe or broom, I’ll kill you, you know that.”

“You hurt me, I would never do that.” She places her hands to her chest, acting offended at his words “You know I love you.”

Fred scoffs.

To anyone outside of their circle, their relationship is surely out of ordinary. Just like not knowing when the prank wars started, neither of them knew when saying ‘I love you’ meant ‘I hate you’ to each other. The phrase has been used for years, daily. The more they emphasise on it, the more likely they want to kill each other.

“You’ll come and watch, won't you?” Fred asks, still trying to figure her out.

“Would you want me to come?”

“Well if you’re pulling a prank on me, wouldn’t you want to see it for yourself?”

“Who says I’m pulling a prank on you, silly?” She says with raised brows, lips tucked into an amused smile “I know our boundaries Freddie, I wouldn’t harm you like that.”

“You’re not very convincing but I’ll let it slide this time.” Fred says, hands folded to his chest as he tries to study her one last time “I’ll see you at the field.”

“You won’t.”

Fred rolls his eyes, saying the magic phrase before leaving her, “I love you.”

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The Gryffindor boys walk to their dormitory with tired steps. It was a rather hard game today, having to play for more than 3 hours until the snitch was caught by Harry. All they could think about is the comfort of their bed and to drift off to slumber right after.

Fred’s mind was busy elsewhere. She wasn’t there at the field. He’s flown around in circles throughout the match and there is no way he could’ve missed her, not with that bright neon hair of hers. She didn’t come. And though he should’ve been glad that her absence meant none of his quidditch equipment was messed with, he’s still disappointed about it.

Now that he thinks about it, she has never actually been to any of his matches. Other than pranking each other, they really have nothing in common. That is as far as he could recall. He doesn’t know much of her either, as he thinks deeper about it. All he knows is that she’s the only one girl that could tolerate his mischief and return the jokes.

Had they met on a different condition, he would surely fall for her.

As the boys enter their room, Fred notices how his blankets were neatly placed on his bed. He wasn’t one to tidy up his bed in the morning, so the odd placing of his blanket is surely a fact that raises his brows. But as he sees underneath it and smells nothing amiss, he shrugs the thought and slides himself to bed. Perhaps he did do some tucking this morning and forgot about it.

“So she hasn’t pranked you back yet?” Lee asks, trying to get comfortable on his own bed.

Fred shakes his head, “Maybe she’s struggling to find one that could top the one I did. A rather brilliant one, wasn’t it?”

“I have to say, she doesn’t look half as bad as how I imagined she would be.” George chimes “I mean, her hair is hideous yet she still looks.. Decent. It’s amazing how she hasn’t killed you. Girls are always crazy when it comes to their appearance.”

“Hasn’t killed him yet.” Lee corrected, looking slightly worried at Fred “I pray for your soul, brother. I hope she will be merciful and let your death be an easy one.”

Fred rolls his eyes.

A smile silently creeps on his face. It’s true, he should’ve been dead a long time ago. He has certainly vexed her, the same way she vexed him. Surprisingly, all these years of pulling each other’s hair had yet to lead to any real hatred for each other. At least, on his part. Sure he wants to annoy the living out of her, but never to harm her. All he wants is to see a smile or laughter escape her lips.

Though sometimes that happens with nasty pranks as payback.

“And I have to agree with you George, she still looks fit even with such monstrous hair.” Lee added “She’s single, is she not? You wouldn’t mind if I made a move on her, right Fred?”

“Yeah, right.” Fred scoffs, throwing him a pillow to the face “Try anything funny and you’ll be the first to turn into a corpse”

Lee groans with a nod, “Alright, duly noted.”

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She lets out a huff of annoyance as George and Lee finally let go of her arms. They’ve pushed her to enter the abandoned lavatory before closing the door. The look on their faces show how sorry they are to have dragged her across the castle like this, but they fear Fred's wrath worse than hers. He’s been seething for almost 4 days after all.

She places her hand in front of her nose, closing her nostrils as the foul scent was smelled. A small smile was plastered on her face. The prank works after all.

“Finally, you’re here.” Fred says with anger evident in his tone.

“Merlin, Freddie, you reeks!” She says, faking her surprise “Have you tried taking a shower?”

Fred clenches his fists into a ball, trying to contain his anger, “You. Did. This. I have taken the most showers in a day of my entire life and instead of smelling better, I smell worse! I have not been able to go out of this bathroom in days! Undo it, now.”

“I’m afraid I can’t.” She says, scrunching her nose “You see, you made me have that horrible neon hair for two weeks.”

“So you’re going to make me smell for two weeks?!” Fred yells, frustrated “Your ugly hair was nothing compared to this! I couldn’t go out, I haven’t seen the sun for days! I have a quidditch match to play by the end of this week. I can’t play smelling like this!”

She fakes a pitiful look, “Well, since I’m nice like that, I’ll cut it down to a week. You’ll be good as new by Tuesday.”

“Tuesday? My game is on Friday!”

“I’m sorry about that.” She says with a shrug, smiling mockingly “If that would be all-”

Before she could head back to the door, Fred flicks his wand. His blanket that was charmed to make his body smell like a mix of dung and skunk’s fart was enveloping her body. He casts a spell to make the blanket wrap her, lacing her with the very same scent that is covering his body.

“Fred Gideon Weasley! Let me go!” She yells in panic as the blanket gets tighter “Let me go, you tosspot!”

“Your fault for not doing it the easy way. Now we both have to smell like shit.”

After struggling for another minute, Fred finally let the blanket go. She immediately starts to vomit at the smell of her own self. Now her skin and clothes are as stinky as him.

“If I have to wait for Tuesday, then so do you.” Fred says, hands folding in front of his chest “Unless you’ll be willing to spare us both out of this hell.”

“You twat!” She yells in anger, taking out her wand “It was my prank! My turn! How dare you use it against me!”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if you would just tell me how to undo it!” Fred says, pointing out his wand too though he knows he would do nothing on her “You won this round. Your prank is better than mine. Now please cleanse me.”

Her brows were furrowed in anger, nostrils flared. She lets out a groan of exasperation before heading to the door. To her dismay, it was locked from outside.

“George and Lee jinxed it so I wouldn’t leave the loo.” Fred says, watching her desperately trying to open it “Unless I- We’re off of this stench then the door wouldn’t open.”

She turns to glare at him, “I will kill you, Fred Weasley.”

The amount of anger tracing her words made him gulp. He has never seen her this angry, not even after a prank of ripping all her essay parchments in fourth year. He’s starting to worry that there might really not be a way to clean themselves until Tuesday.

“Tell George and Lee to get some vervain, lavender, and sage oil. I’ll get the water running.”

Fred raises his brows, “That’s it? The remedy to this horrid smell is to take a romantic bath?”

“D’you want to get rid of this stench or not?”

Fred didn’t say another word.

He watches as she walks to the empty pool placed in the middle of the bathroom. Something about her looks off. Her head was hung low. Though he understands making her wrapped on that blanket was surely something to be angry about, he didn’t expect her reaction to be this extreme.

It looks as if he was endangering her safety instead of dragging her into a silly little prank.

After telling George and Lee to get the ingredients, Fred walks closer to her. He sits at the edge of the pool, staring at her with a puzzled look. She was so quiet, watching the water flowing down the pool with a saddened look.

“Hey, it’s just a bath. And you don’t smell half as bad as I am, don’t be too dull.” Fred says, trying to enlighten her “You don’t even have to get your clothes off, just get in the pool so they can be cleansed too.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Is that why you jinxed the blanket on me? To see me naked?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Fred says, his cheeks slightly red “I only did it because you were about to run away.”

At last, she finally chuckles. Though her laughter did not last long, it did leave a longer lasting smile on his face. If they didn’t smell like they’ve just done a journey to a skunk’s arsehole, Fred might have already leaned in and kissed her.

George and Lee did not take long to bring back the ingredients. They placed the kits by the door, having Fred pick them up and jog back to the pool. She stares at the small jar of vervain and takes a gulp, instructing Fred to put the ingredients in the water.

“Is that all?” Fred asks after dumping the small vial of sage oil.

“Almost.” She says before taking out her wand and casting a spell to the pool, turning the water colour green “Now it’s all.”

“Brilliant.”

Fred hurriedly takes off his clothes and trousers, leaving himself in his boxer shorts. He gets himself in, dipping his whole body to the water as it washes away the smell. The warm water and pleasant smell from the herbs were relaxing. He finds himself leaning to the pool side, brows furrows as he looks at her who’s still standing by the pool.

“Well, don’t be shy.” He invites with a smile “There’s plenty of room for the both of us, you can come in.”

She bites her inner cheek, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He asks, playfully splashing the water on her.

But instead of getting a cute happy session of water splashing each other, Fred was left worried as she winced in pain. The water that touches her skin left a red burning mark. He hurriedly gets out of the pool, about to reach her before she stops him.

“Don’t come closer.” She says in panic, still wincing from the water he splashed “You’re laced in vervain.”

“W-What happened?” He asks worriedly “Why’s your skin so red?”

“I’m gravely allergic to vervain.”

Fred’s mouth was hung open. He blinks, trying to comprehend the new information. If she’s allergic to vervain, then she wouldn’t be able to take the bath and had to smell for another week.

“Shit.”

She chuckles lightly, “Yeah, shit.”

“I- We- There’s got to be something we can do.” Fred tries to say, words scrambling out in incoherent sentences “You can’t stay for a week here, you’ve got classes and all.”

“I’ll be fine, my friends could pull a lie or two.” She says lightly, forcing herself not to look as bothered “Well, you’re cleansed now. So.. I’ll see you next week, I guess.”

Fred’s brows rose, “You’re daft if you think I’ll leave you here alone.”

She bites down the growing smile, nodding.

“We’ll find a way, I promise.”

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Fred bites his nails, watching as her chest rises with every tired breath she takes. After a desperate four hours discussion on how to get her out of the stinks, she finally agrees to take a quick dip into the pool. She didn’t even last thirty seconds, just enough time to wash off the smell and she’s back up to the surface, but even with such a short window, the burn covering her whole body was too much for her to bear.

So now he finds himself waiting warrily for her to wake up from her rest. Madam Pomfrey has been kind enough to not ask him the details of their not so pleasant bath and how it almost caused her her life, but she was sure to make him understand how the state she is in is nowhere funny.

Their pranks have finally led to a real danger now.

“You look even uglier with brows furrowed like that.” She says, breaking Fred’s train of thought “I’m alive.”

He chuckles at her comments, “You’re alive.”

She tries to sit up, still wincing as the fabric of her clothes and blanket chafe her skin. Madam Pomfrey’s ointment works wonders to subdue her torment, but the pain is still very much present. Once she’s seated, she points at the empty chair by her bed, gesturing to Fred to take a seat instead of standing by the bedframe.

“How are you feeling?” He asks worriedly, eyes watching her expression intently “I’ve brought my own healing paste, though I doubt they would work half as effective as Madam Pomfrey’s, but you know, just in case you need more pastes and all.”

She smiles, finding his change of nature to be strange yet comforting, “I’m alright. Still in pain, but it’s bearable.”

“I thought you died in my arms, you know.” Fred says, sighing in relief to see her smile “The whole castle was watching me, running through like a lunatic as I carried you to the infirmary. Your skin was so red, like a newly boiled crab.”

“Newly boiled crab, huh? That sounds like a brilliant idea for a prank.”

But for once, Fred’s eyes didn’t sparkle at the mentioning of a prank idea. Instead he looks even more regretful, feeling so guilty of the trouble he’s caused for her.

“I’m sorry.” He says with so much regret you could visually see it bleeding out of him “Had I known I'd cause you this much danger I would’ve waited for a week instead.”

Her gaze softens, playfully messing his hair as she smiles, “Is little Freddie growing a soft spot for me?”

Fred was still out of it. He couldn’t shake the nightmare off of his head. How she flinches in pain with every step he takes, the suppressed scream of agony she bottles, everything. He hated seeing her in pain and it kills him more to know that he’s the sole reason to her torture.

“I love you.” He says gently, looking at her with tender eyes.

She smiles, patting his shoulder, “I love you too, Fred.”

“No,” He objects, gently taking her hand and giving it a small squeeze for her to understand his true words “I love you.”

Her smile waters down, letting his words sink in.

“I don’t want to do pranks to you anymore. I want to do pranks with you.” Fred continues, his eyes showing so much love and warmth “But if you don’t want to do pranks anymore, that’s fine. We can find something else we could do. You can watch me play quidditch, or I could watch you, or we could just play together. Or I don’t know, we can go and have tea with Filch for all I care. Anything, so long as I get to do it with you would be fine.”

She tries to search his eyes, still wondering if this was a dream, “You’re not pranking me, are you?”

He shakes his head firmly, “You can shave my head, curse me to smell for the rest of my life, or even kill me if this was ever a prank.”

Fred could not tell the expression she’s showing right now. She was smiling but the way her brows crinkles is giving him second guesses. Does she feel the same way? Does she still think of his confession as a prank? How else should he show his true feelings? Questions were filling his head.

“Alright,” She nods, smiling wide herself “Is that all you wanted to say?”

“I- Uh, honestly I’ve never been good at things like this.” He admits, sounding and looking sheepish “If there’s anything you’d like me to say then don’t be shy, I’ll try my best to say it and impress you.”

“I don’t need you to impress me, you’ve done well these past few years.” She says softly, returning the gentle gesture at last “I love you too, Fred Weasley.”

Fred finally grins, huffing out the nervous breath off of his chest as she says those three words. He nods to himself, proud of how well his confession goes and how pleasantful it ended. Yet now he’s confused on how to proceed.

Would it be too fast for him to ask for a kiss? Godric knows how long he’s been imagining to kiss those lips of hers. Dreaming of how blissful it must be to finally lock their lips together. But given the circumstances, would a kiss be appropriate?

“So.. We’re dating now, yes?”

Fred grinned from ear to ear at the thought, “I suppose.”

“Brilliant.” She beams, nodding in understanding “When do you suppose I could get that first kiss?”

“It’s terrifying how you could read my mind at times.” Fred says amused “But the answer to your question, right about now.”

Fred leans in, gently eliminating the distance between them. As their lips touched, Fred could swear his blood turned warm in bliss. How each fibre in his body was set in a pleasant fire. Had he known this would be the outcome to his confession, he would’ve done this years ago.

“I’m gonna find it hard to not kiss you every other second now.” He says as they part away.

She chuckles, “Let’s not rush anything now, shall we.”

“For you, I’d wait for an eternity, Love.”

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empressofthewind · 4 months

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I know Near says in the warehouse scene that he doesn’t think Mello thought far ahead enough to realise that Mikami’s notebook was fake, but I’ve been thinking about that entire plan in a lot of depth for a fic and I have come to the conclusion that he absolutely could’ve. because Mello is extremely intelligent, obviously, and we know that Halle told him everything about the investigation except the real identities of Mikami & Light. so he knew there was some guy doing the killing for the original Kira, and that Gevanni was following him, and presumably all of the evidence they had seen up to that point that this unspecified guy was X-Kira.

if all of that is true, it means Mello would know that Mikami killed someone on a train, in front of Gevanni and numerous other witnesses, and that he was talking to himself clearly enough for Rester to flawlessly lip-read from a video captured at a reasonable distance (and unless Rester is fluent in Japanese, he might’ve even been saying this in English, which is even MORE notable). I could 100% believe that Mello would notice something off about all of that. since he doesn’t know who Mikami is, he wouldn’t know whether this kind of behaviour is normal, but he DOES know well enough how Kira operates, and he knows that he is extremely strategic in his moves. and the fact that Gevanni has been watching him for a while but has only seen each of these happen once would seem terribly convenient.

so I think Mello could easily pick up on the fact that Mikami is doing this on purpose to lull the SPK into a false sense of security, and that it’s working. from there, I think he’d also figure out that the notebook Mikami carries around is a fake, and would likely think he switched it out right after using it on the train. but he can’t just tell Near all of that, because a) he has too much pride to act as if he cares about whether or not Near survives (even if he does), and b) it wouldn’t do anything to reveal the location of the real notebook. simply knowing that the notebook is fake doesn’t do him any favours - he needs to prove it, and to reveal its actual location in the process. I think he probably guessed that the notebook was with Takada, since the killings were still happening which, in his mind, would rule out the possibility that Mikami still has the real notebook somewhere on him. but even if he thought it WAS with Mikami, he couldn’t do anything directly to him anyway since he didn’t know Mikami’s identity, so going through Takada was the best way to go about it.

the other thing that's really interesting to me about this is the implication that this plan was a last resort for Mello. Near lays out the plan for January 28th three days before, on the 25th, which means Halle would have relayed the information to him on that day. and look at his reaction to that:

to me, these two panels are SO telling about his intentions. the line "then I guess I'm going to have to do it" suggests that he's had this planned for a while, and was waiting so see how Near was intending to end the case before making the decision to go through with it. I imagine he was hoping Near might catch onto Light & Mikami's plan himself, and would take measures to stop it, but the details given to him by Halle confirmed that this was not the case.

and the other thing this shows, to me, is that Mello intended to die. he knew he had to sacrifice himself for the plan rather than calling in a stand-in, and I think there are several reasons for that. one, there’s the fact that it would be extremely difficult for him to find a stand-in, since he clearly did not want Matt to die, the whole mafia was already gone, and he didn’t have the legal power that L did to find a death row inmate or even just the general connections to call in someone he considers expendable - not to mention how incredibly short notice this is. there’s also the fact that his name is out there, and he knows that, so he probably thinks there’s a high risk he will die or be imprisoned regardless, so at least this way, he’s dying for a cause. and I think it’s also important to remember that even though he hates Near, he believes that Near is better than him. he was raised on that belief; it’s been drilled into him since he was a kid. that’s why he hates Near. so even though he’s dedicated his entire life to beating Near, I do think in a situation like this, where he thinks that one of them is going to die, he would probably assume it’s better to be him.

#i think i did an analysis of this a year or so ago but it’s been a while and i've been thinking about this a lot more lately because of #the aforementioned fic #so i feel like i have a slightly different perspective now #death note #mello #mihael keehl

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meganwasbored · 2 years

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I am sick and tired of people saying that Stoick was abusive and just a horrible person in general

It’s been like 12 years since the movie and y’all still can’t get over his reaction when he found out about Toothless. Shut up. Everyone killed dragons. Every character you know and love killed dragons. And guess what? Hiccup also wanted to kill dragons. It was literally all he wanted in life until Toothless. This is old news. It was literally the whole point of the movie. But some of y’all still don’t get it and it truly shocks me. If I was Hiccup I would’ve done it. You would’ve done it too. Not because we like killing stuff, or we’re violent with innocent creatures, or we’re heartless (all actual things I’ve seen stupid people say about Stoick) but because we would be protecting ourselves and others. The dragons attacked them. Killed them. Stole their food and livestock and burned down their homes. It wasn’t their fault, but they didn’t know that. We didn’t even know that for most of the movie. They killed dragons for protection.

Y’all didn’t even watch it, did you? You didn’t even watch the movie. Don’t lie. It’s obvious.

“B-but he abused Hiccup!” No he didn’t. No he freaking didn’t. He never hit him. He never manipulated him. He loved Hiccup more than life. He has proved on multiple occasions that he would die for him. He made mistakes, but guess what? If you were in charge of an entire village that is constantly being attacked by fire breathing dragons, you would make mistakes, too.

“He wouldn’t listen to Hiccup about the Red Death!” … Let me give you my interpretation of that scene

“Hey Dad I know you’re mad that I faked my victories in the ring, and about the dragon that I didn’t tell you about, and about going to the nest that you’ve been looking for your entire life that I also didn’t tell you about, but please don’t go to it because it actually has a dragon the size of a mountain and you will surely be killed. You don’t have to see it tho. Just trust.”

Tell me honestly, would you believe that for a second? No. No you wouldn’t. In fact the only reason I believed it was because I saw it. Stoick didn’t. You know what he was thinking? He was thinking that that was just another lie for the pile. Not to mention all the other lies about taking down dragons that Hiccup very strongly implied that he told (“it’s not like the other times, Dad, I really actually hit it” Sure you did, kid)

And of course, the face Stoick made after the fight.

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF AN ABUSER??? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO IS PROUD THAT HE JUST DISOWNED HIS SON??? DOES IT???

Yes, he disowned his son. You know what he also could have done? Killed him. He could’ve killed Hiccup right then and there and no one would’ve been shocked. The second Toothless entered that ring Hiccup was a traitor, a menace, a madman, a danger to that entire island. They probably expected Stoick to kill him. If the dragons were really how they thought they were, it would’ve actually been the right thing to do. By doing that he thought he was saving his son’s life.

Yes he yelled at him. He yelled at him for siding with the thing that was just seconds away from killing everyone in and around that arena. My dad once yelled at me for getting out of the car after he just told me to get out of the car. Get over yourselves.

When he saw Hiccup and the other on dragons, he was not angry. He was amazed. In fact I believe this to be the moment that he fully realized that Hiccup was right about everything. And what did he do right after this? He saved him. Not only Hiccup, but also the dragon he hated most in the world just minutes earlier. Because he’s anything but a coward and he can admit when he was wrong.

Hopefully y’all can, too.

#I’ll probably add to this later #this is not directed at most of you #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #hiccup #stoick haddock #stoick the vast #stoick #toothless #httyd toothless

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slytherinshua · 6 months

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YOUNG LOVE

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. a little flirting. food mention (ice cream). pairing. harua x reader. wc. 882. a/n. from this request for lovely @haecien to feed the ever-growing &teamie delusions.

“Really? You got vanilla?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend walked back with two cones in his hand. Chocolate for you and vanilla for him.

“Come on, it’s not that different than chocolate! You got a basic flavour too!” Harua complained, handing you your cone.

You licked it, smiling at the rich flavour of the dutch chocolate, “At least chocolate is more interesting than vanilla.”

Harua frowned, “Stop the vanilla hate.”

You laughed, “Okay, okay. I’ll forgive my basic boyfriend ‘cause I love him.”

Harua’s cheeks flushed at the comment even though he wanted to argue that he is far from basic. It’s the exact reaction you expected from him and it makes you smile. His cheeks always flush when you tell him you love him. You almost wonder if there’ll be a day when he can still act cool and collected when you say those 3 simple words, but you know it’ll never be any time soon. It’s been months since you first said it to him and he still gets flustered every time.

You’re sure it must be some magic charm that Harua has, because even after years of having a crush on him, and over a year of dating, it feels like you’ve only just fallen for him. You still feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart racing like crazy when he does something. And you still have the same effect on him that you always have. Loving Harua feels like it’ll never get old, like the feeling of young love will last forever.

“What are you thinking about?” Harua asks, breaking you from your trance of licking your ice cream and admiring him as if he was hypnotising you (which he kinda was).

You blinked a couple times to reset before your lips curved up into a big smile, “Well… Now I’m thinking about the ice cream on your lips.” You said smoothly. Harua barely had time to furrow his brows in confusion before he felt your lips on his, softly kissing him, using the little bit of melted vanilla ice cream as an excuse.

“W-what was that for?” He inquired, his own lips tingling from your kiss and lifting a little into a soft smile. He liked your kisses.

“I told you. There was ice cream there.” You repeated.

“If you wanted some of mine, you could’ve just asked.” He informed you sweetly. “I thought you didn’t like vanilla, though…” He added in a mumble as an afterthought.

“It tasted better cause it was on your lips.” You said boldly.

Harua took a breath, “Okay, now you’re trying to flirt with me.”

You giggled, “Is it working?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m in love with you regardless.”

“Cheesy…” You mumbled, cheeks flaring. You hated how he could make you blush so easily from just a single sentence.

“You did it first!” He defended with a laugh, sending both of you into a fit of giggles.

To onlookers, you and Harua were the type of couple that people awed at. You often got compliments that you were lucky to have each other, and you agreed wholeheartedly. You were lucky to have each other. Spending moments with someone you felt so right with was probably the best feeling in the entire world. And the moment Harua came into your life was the start of your happiest memories.

“Ready to go?” You asked happily after finishing the ice cream. You held out your hand for Harua, and he nods before lacing his fingers with yours and giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Where to next?” You questioned, swinging your arm back and forth with Harua’s as you walked down the street away from the ice cream shop.

Harua hummed and then shrugged. You took it that he didn’t really care where you ended up going next, as long as he was with you then he’d be up for anything. So, you just kept walking down the street until Harua stopped abruptly.

“Huh?”

“Kitten.” Harua whispered, eyes wide and staring at the sidewalk in front of him. You halted as well and looked down, eventually spotting the little black and white kitten who was sitting a couple feet away from you.

“He’s got little mittens.” You cooed at the black spots of fur around the paws. Harua walked a bit closer and crouched down a little closer to the kitten. They both peered curiously at the other and you practically felt your heart burst at the sight.

Harua held out his hand patiently and within a few seconds, the kitten was rubbing up against it and purring softly. Harua pouted and looked back at you with shiny eyes.

You laughed, “Are you gonna cry?” He shook his head and sniffed away the tears that were starting to build up. “He’s cuter than you and that’s saying a lot.” You commented, watching your boyfriend pet the cat contentedly.

The moment only lasted another minute before the kitten ran off and Harua stood back up.

“We should do this more often.” Harua said, grabbing your hand again.

“Do what?”

“Be spontaneous. It’s nice to not have a plan… or a destination. I like just being with you, you know?” Harua remarked with a smile.

You hummed in agreement, “It’s nice.”

↳ &team taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @kpoprhia,, @weird-bookworm,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

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2knightt · 1 year

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dallas winston and johnny cades reaction to your death 🦈

!warnings!

1.GN!reader

2.mentions of gun violence, gang violence, and suicide.

3.not proofread, as usual. LMFAO.

Johnny Cade ;

you ran away with them at the church, you were there when johnny killed bob.

you yourself couldn’t believe it. you’re boyfriend who used to be this shy, no good greaser, became a murderer in a night.

while on the train to that church, you just stared at your hands that sat gently on your lap.

the exact moment from the stabbing to telling dally, to now, kept on replaying in your head.

you kept on thinking about how you could’ve changed this outcome, if you were just a little bit braver, a little bit more out spoken, a little more stronger.

you could’ve had ponyboy home by now with darry and sodapop hugging him while you and johnny walked to your house.

you just stared and stared until you felt johnny grab your sleeve and pull you out of the train.

you finally got a good look at him since last night. he was pale, his eyes were sunken like he hadn’t slept, and he looked scared.

not his usual scared, but he was terrified and paranoid of anyone and anything.

you stayed in the church with your boyfriend and his best friend for what seemed like weeks.

all those long and tiring days of eating just bologna, reading ‘gone with the wind’ and playing poker 24/7.

the sigh of relief you let out when you woke up to dallas was heavenly.

he took you guys out to eat dairy queen and you ate like it was your last meal. anything other than bologna was sent by the gods.

just as he pulled out, all of you saw a fire. a fire coming from the church.

in the moment, without thinking, you followed ponyboy as he rushed towards the church to save the kids trapped in there.

unfortunately for you, while you were running towards the exit, a pillar fell on your back.

johnny was the one that had to pull you out.

johnny cade was the one in the ambulance with you, holding your hand, telling you that you were gonna be alright. that everything was gonna be just fine.

but he didn’t even believe himself.

the following days you were in the hospital. he couldn’t even look at you, you had your face looking down at the floor constantly.

every time he came to see you, you were crying, crying about never being able to walk again, never being able to see him again, that you might die.

hearing you say that made him cry. johnny always said he’d never cry infront of you, but he can’t help it.

the love of his life was going to die and he could not do anything about it.

“quit your cryin’. you gon’ make it out just fine. you’re gonna be just fine.”

“stop saying that! you heard the doctors, even if i do live, i won’t walk ever again! what kind of lover will i be if i can’t walk?! huh?!”

johnny started to tear up at your words. you were injured terribly and you weren’t think about yourself.

that’s what he will always love about you, how selfless you are. he will always love you.

“i don’t want you to see me like this johnny, just go to the curtis house. i need to rest…please.”

you said in between coughs.

johnny knew what you really meant. you didn’t want him to see you like this, you were embarrassed.

this was the night of the rumble too, he couldn’t stay long anyhow.

he kissed the back of your hand and went off.

the gang thankfully won the rumble and it distracted johnny, just a little bit. just for awhile.

he, ponyboy, and even dallas went to go tell you the good news.

unfortunately, they were gonna leave with bad news to ruin the good mood the gang was in.

you told johnny to come closer as you coughed.

he grabbed your hand and you tried your very best to hold it tightly, but your efforts went to waste.

but johnny knew you were trying to hold his hand.

“ye-yeah? what is it? is everything alright, baby?”

“i love you, johnny cade. i’m so, so sorry.”

those were the last words he heard from you as your hand went limp in his own.

the whole world stopped for him, everything went silent. your heart monitor was deafening. the sounds of doctors and nurses rushing in and shoving the three of them out of the room was unheard by johnny.

johnny didn’t say a word when walking. ponyboy was crying while dallas was on the verge of tears. he knew how much it hurt johnny, and he even liked you too.

when they reached the lot, johnny didn’t say his goodbyes. he just walked to the same spot where you guys would lay and talk, laugh, cry, and sleep.

it was cold and empty. it was a burden to even lay down knowing you wouldn’t just magically appear and hold each other like you used too.

that was the first night johnny cade cried while thinking of you without you not being there.

that was the first night johnny cade became a shell of the man he used to be.

everywhere he went he was either ridiculed or was told several apologies.

he was found innocent for the death of bob, but since you were gone, he wished he was found guilty.

he’d walk the same way you would everyday to see him in hopes that he would see you walking the opposite way.

he was hoping that when he went to sleep, he’d see you sitting right next to him, smiling.

johnny lost the only love he ever knew. he lost his own angel.

he was hoping he’d see you soon, but johnny wouldn’t want your death to be in vain.

that’d be the opposite of you. that’d be selfish while you were selfless.

he wanted to remember you for the rest of his life. he wanted to remember your hugs, kisses, words, touch. anything.

he’d steal paper from ponyboy and write down what your touch felt like to him.

even thought he wasn’t good with his words on paper, each subject he wrote on you was two pages or more long.

he reads them every night crying to himself.

johnny cade will always love you, even when you’re long gone.

Dallas Winston ;

everyone knew you were in a gang, you were loud and proud about it!

people always asked you ‘well, what if it kills you one day? what then?”

and you always replied with,

“well shit! i’ll die with a smile on my face. it’ll be an honourable death, that’s for sure!”

people would’ve thought he loved having a s/o who wasn’t afraid of dying and in a gang. but, to be honest, he hated it.

he hated that everytime you were a second later than normal he’d think you were actually dead. shot, stabbed, anything.

but his worries would always wash away when you swung the door open and greeted him with open arms and a smile on your face.

but for some reason, this didn’t happen today.

he was waiting and waiting for you at bucks, but you never showed.

you did tell him you were gonna be at a meeting, but they never usually take 30 minutes longer.

dallas’s hands started to get sweating and he started shaking, he didn’t know what to do.

he knew the streets were dangerous, why would he let you out on your own?! stupid stupid stupid!!

he ran out the door, leaving the door open. he had zero time to waste when it came to you.

it’s like you were the only reason he was still breathing. he can’t lose you to some fucking gangster wannabe’s who don’t know anything about the streets!

he kept on running and running until he heard the sound of sirens. they were close enough to hear but too far to see why they were there.

dally’s heart raced and he started to pick up the pace.

once he reached the area where the cops and ambulance were, his knees buckled in fear. this is where you usually meet up.

he looks around and see’s bullets on the ground and three guys getting arrested. his eyes were darting around for any sign of you.

that’s when he saw the emergency responders over your bloody body.

before he could think he shoved one of the responders over to get to you.

you slowly looked up at him and smiled as he grabbed your face with both hands.

“oh, hey dall. fancy meetin’ you here.”

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!”

you tried to giggle at his anger but all you did was cough up blood from the several gunshot wounds in your stomach.

you could see his eyes darting from yours to your stomach rapidly.

“are-are you gonna be fine?? what happened? talk to me, doll. please.”

“i always wanted to die like this, dall. don’t be too upset now.”

you said with a half-assed grin, trying to lighten the situation up.

all dally did was tear up. you didn’t want that, all you wanted him to do was smile.

“what did i just say dal?.. i wanted this death. pretty brave of me…huh?”

“goddamnit y/n.”

he mumbled to himself grabbing your hands and putting them on his forehead.

he started crying for real this time.

his whole body started shaking in anger, sadness and fear.

“he-hey. look at me, baby. it’s gonna be fine. i’m happy. an-“

you coughed, turning away from dallas’s shaken body.

“and if you do anything stupid, i’ll come back from the dead and do something about it.”

you said holding his face with your hand gently. he looked up at you, his eyes already blood shot.

you smiled one last time and your eyes shut permanently. your hand fell to the ground as dallas was still on the ground, sobbing even harder.

he hugged your body for awhile, until the responders told him to back off.

he stood up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

he started speed walking ‘till his legs couldn’t take it anymore.

he threw himself on something, anything that could be used as a chair and put his face in his hands.

he let it all out, every single emotion he felt.

anger, sadness, fear, disgust, but mostly fear.

fear in what the world would be like without you in it.

he was scared of what would happen without you holding him back, saving him from fights, cooking for him, bailing him out, loving him.

he kicked and punched everything he could see and get his hands on.

after an hour of crying and screaming he’d rush back to bucks house. pushing anyone out of his way to get to his room.

he’d trash his room to look for any piece of you he has left. thankfully for his own sanity, he found an old shirt of yours.

he brought it up to his chest and hugged it so hard.

dallas would put it around his pillow so it’d feel like you were with him still. that he could still feel like you were with him.

like you were still in his arms as he rants to you about something shepard did to him.

he bring his nose up to it to get the last remaining scent of you. he looks up towards the dresser he has and finds your body mist.

he sprays it everywhere to make it feel like you just left bucks.

but, if dallas took it any harder than he did with johnny’s death, he’d do the exact same thing.

the same night you’d die, he vowed he’d die too.

he’d call the curtis house and tell him the exact same thing he did in the movie.

he’d get shot with you in mind.

he’d think an apology about doing something stupid.

he’d think and hope that magically, you do come back alive and save him.

but he dies with that thought. the thought that you two can be together.

the thought that he died doing something you would hate him for, but he had to.

for you, and for himself.

author notes;

1.im on my period, so if i feel pain, everyone else does fr.

2.i am SO gonna do this with the rest of the gang so all the darry, ponyboy, steve, sodapop, and two-bit likers of the world, you aren’t SAFE.

3.i did this for the giggles ong.

4.IM REWATCHING THE GREEN MILE AND IT’S SO SAD I LOVE JOHN COFFEY SO MUCH

may 7th, 2023. 9:24PM.

#2knightt #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders angst #the rest of the gang isn’t safe btw.#sleep with one eye open if i didn’t write for your fav

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starlitmark · 2 months

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Summary: At first, you thought it would be too silly to go through with, yet here you are being railed by your “professor”. Pairing: Younghoon x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: roleplay, unprotected sex, faux power dynamics, dirty talk, praise kink, light impact play, creampie, clitoral stimulation Word Count: 1,517 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: I may or may not be making the full story of their background 🫣 Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Middle of the Night by Ellie Duhé

Younghoon never mentioned this fantasy out loud to you until after you weren’t in the class he TA’d for. When you met at the end of the beginning of last year, he maintained that boundary of normal student and TA to ensure that there wouldn’t be any bias in any sense of the class. Though, as the semester progressed, he found himself wanting to be around you more and more. Now, here you are nearly later, not in the class he TA’d for and happily dating.

When he first mentioned the idea of you playing a pretty little school girl while he played the professor, you didn’t know if he was serious or not. He held that boundary so strong for a full semester that you never could’ve imagined that he would want that. The more you thought about it, the more you had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it could be so hot. You always love seeing Younghoon in a crisp button-up and a tie. Something about it really makes you feral. Something about the power imbalance sounds just as enticing. On the other, you’re worried you’d feel ridiculous playing the role. There’s also the chance of you breaking character and destroying the scene as well which does not sound sexy in any sense. Over a few weeks of thinking, you finally start devising your plan to jumpstart this roleplay.

Younghoon is out for a class he’s TA’ing right now. While he’s out, you focus on getting yourself ready to fall into the mindset and appearance of the role you’ll be playing. A short skirt sits high on your hips. Your ass is covered, barely, by the edge of the fabric. You have a tight, cropped T-shirt on that your breasts nearly spill out of. The outfit has no sense of reality, but that’s just part of the fun.

Just as you finish putting on your lipgloss, you hear your apartment door click open and close again. Your belly fills with butterflies for a moment before you let out a sigh to cool your nerves. You walk out to the living room and see Younghoon hanging his jacket up. Immediately falling into your character, you shyly approach him.

“Hey baby– what’s this?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I know I didn’t do well on the last exam, professor.” You pout slightly, “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

You watch how Younghoon’s eyes darken at your appearance and words. He knows damn well what’s happening, and he’s loving every minute of it. He rolls his sleeves up and then crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of that alone has your underwear soaked.

“What did you have in mind, Miss? You know I can’t let you retake it, nor do I allow extra credit.”

“Could we step into your office?”

He nods with an expression you can’t read. The growing tent in his pants gives away his reaction, though. The ‘office’ is your shared study space. It’s the perfect space to use for this roleplay. You watch as Younghoon walks ahead of you, moving his hands to be in his front pockets. The sight of his broad shoulders in his button-up makes you more desperate than before. The moment you step into the room behind him, he shuts the door and turns the lock as if someone else could walk in. You keep your eyes trained on him as he moves around the room with a cool air. The moment he sits down in the desk chair, you let your eyes wander across his tall frame. You need him. Now.

“I think I have an idea as to what you would like to do to make up this failed exam to me.”

“Professor–”

Younghoon holds a hand up to tell you to stop talking, “You’re prancing around with your pussy practically on display for everyone. Your tits are falling out of your shirt. You want me to use your pussy to get a better grade, don’t you?”

“I was going to offer my mouth, but if my pussy is more desirable, I’ll let you fuck me.”

Younghoon gestures for you to come closer. When you do, his hand immediately moves to cup your pussy over your underwear. A small whimper escapes your throat. Younghoon looks up at you from his seat and smirks.

“It seems that you want me to use you. Take these off,” he says, toying with the seat of your underwear, “and then come sit on my cock.”

You nod fervently, and the moment he takes his fingers off of you, you work to shimmy your underwear off. You are about to take off your skirt, but Younghoon grabs your wrist.

“Maybe that’s why you failed the exam. You can’t follow directions. Do I need to teach you how to follow directions, sweetheart?”

“N-no, professor.”

“Good girl. Now, comes sit on my cock, pretty.”

You kneel down in front of him and undo his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Reaching into his slacks, you pull his cock out. He’s already hard, and you immediately go to take him in your mouth. A hand on your hair stops you, though. Younghoon places a finger under your jaw, guiding you to look up at him.

“Maybe you really can’t follow directions. You really should work on that, miss.” Younghoon tuts.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Younghoon hums noncommittally, “Show me that you are.”

You stand up again and climb into his lap. You hold his cock so you can guide yourself down on him. The wet sounds coming from your pussy combined with the stretch of him inside you, make a small moan escape your throat. This time, you listen and sit still until he tells you that you can move.

“That’s a good girl. Finally, following direction.” He smiles softly.

“May I move, professor?”

Younghoon nods, and you immediately start bouncing on his cock. Your pace is slow to start. The sounds you’re trying to keep quiet are already hard to hold back. Younghoon chuckles lowly and starts kneading your thighs. You look at him and see a small cocky smirk on his lips. A whimper falls from your lip as Younghoon starts to thrust up into you.

“Damn, I might just have to boost that grade.” He groans, “Your pussy is so tight and wet. You’re being such a good girl riding my cock. Let those pretty moans out.”

“Y– younghoon,” you whine, “I– ah!”

Your sentence devolves into a whimper when his hand lands against your ass. Your skirt is completely around your waist, and after calling his name rather than his title, you knew you were bound to get spanked. Your tits bounce in his face, miraculously still in your shirt somehow.

“What did you just call me? I am not your equal, pretty.”

“I- I’m sorry, sir!” You moan out an apology, “It won’t happen again.”

“Better not.” He growls back.

You continue bouncing on his cock, supplemented with Younghoon thrusting up into you. Your thighs start to quiver, and you collapse against his chest. Your only hope for sanity right now is hiding your face in his shoulder and gripping onto his previously neatly ironed shirt. Younghoon chuckles again, holding onto your ass with both of his large hands. He moves you to bounce on him again.

“You wanna cum?” He whispers in your ear, “I feel you clenching around me.”

“Please, sir. Wanna cum, please.” You babble against his shoulder.

“Make me cum first, pretty. This is your apology, isn’t it?”

You nod against his shirt. There’s absolutely makeup and drool on the white fabric, but at the current moment, neither of you cares. Younghoon continues saying filthy, pretty things in your ear. All coming to a low growly moan when he cums inside you. You gasp at the feeling of his cum flooding your pussy. Just as you start to whimper, wanting to cum as well, Younghoon slips a hand between your body to thumb at your clit. You grind against him; if he’s overstimulated, he isn’t letting it be known. You babble and moan out nonsense as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Younghoon presses small kisses to your neck and shoulder as you ride through and come down from your high.

“Thank you, baby.” Younghoon mumbles against your neck.

“Of course, Hoonie, I knew you wanted this, and I definitely enjoyed it too.” You respond voice slurred slightly from sudden exhaustion.

Younghoon hums quietly, making you pull your face away from his shoulder. He leans up and kisses you softly. Even if you’re still sat on his cock, he wants to ensure that you’re okay.

“You wanna get cleaned up and snuggle while we talk about our days?” He offers.

“That sounds like a dream right now.” You smile, “Round two in the shower?” “You’re about to fall asleep, babe.”

You look at him with a glint in your eyes, “Whatever you say… professor.”

Younghoon groans, “That’s foul play, missy.”

“Call it what you wish.”

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peaceoutofthepieces · 10 months

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Hey! I had a writing prompt idea for a Nick and Charlie one shot-ish thing. Where Charlie gets a haircut and split dyes his hair while Nick is at uni and stresses about how Nick is going to react. White he avoids FaceTiming Nick because he is too nervous Nick thinks something is up. So when Nick comes to visit to check up on Charlie he seas his hair, he loves it. Sorry that was a lot!

i’m not 100% sure this is anything like what you wanted but…enjoy??

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It’s a somewhat impulsive decision.

Charlie isn’t exactly sure where the notion comes from, originally, or why it niggles enough to stick. He isn’t sure how it ends up feeling at once like a necessity and something not worth mentioning. He thinks about it, on and off, in an abstractly curious and urgently eager sort of way. But no matter how often it crosses his mind, he doesn’t really bring it up to anyone—not his friends, not his parents, not Tori.

Not Nick.

He supposes it isn’t something he actually thinks he’ll do until suddenly, it’s done. Or in the overall scheme of his more noteworthy habits, it doesn’t really seem like something that will matter.

He leans more towards the former, though.

The thing is, there’s multiple factors suggesting this is something he would never dream of doing. He has various anxieties about his appearance on a regular day. He’s particularly precious about his hair. He really doesn’t like going for haircuts.

So going for a trim and then getting his hair shorter than he’s had it in over a year and bleaching half of it such a bright blond it’s basically white? Well, it can probably be considered impulsive.

It’s just that he likes it. He’s seen it over and over on social media, has admired how people’s whole air changes with confidence or simply the look itself. Has seen it done in various shades of blond, blue, red, green, and everything in between.

He’s thought about how he’d never thought about how easy a part of his appearance it could be to control, without a hint of harm.

Then it’s done, and the control immediately starts to slip under his mother’s stare.

Eventually, carefully, she says, “You didn’t tell us you were doing that.”

“I wasn’t really sure I would until I was there,” is all Charlie has to defend with. It is, at least, true.

His mum considers him for another moment. “I could’ve given you more money.”

Charlie silently breathes out his relief. “I had enough,” he assures.

Tori blinks baffled eyes at him for all of five seconds before her lips turn up in a tiny smile. “You’re stealing my dubious coping methods.”

Charlie blinks back. “I’m pretty sure you don’t have a monopoly on spontaneous haircuts.”

Tori sips her lemonade. “You’re lucky it suits you.”

Oliver gasps in delight and immediately clambers into Charlie’s arms to inspect more closely, fisting his small hand in the newly-whitened strands with care. “It’s so cool! Can I have mine like this too? Mum!”

Tao responds with curiosity but overall approval, and Elle answers Charlie’s FaceTime later that week with a shriek of delight.

Despite it maybe not holding as a reason, overall, the change doesn’t seem to matter. He gets a few compliments and no insults, though the main response is none at all, which is perfectly fine by him.

So he isn’t sure why, when it comes to it, he still can’t quite bring himself to mention it to Nick.

The haircut would be a big enough change. Charlie may be precious about his hair personally, but he also knows Nick loves it. That if, forced to choose, Nick would list it as one of his favourite physical features of Charlie’s. Charlie finds it hard to think of an instance where he and Nick have had any sort of extended affection without Nick’s hands finding their way into his curls, and the memory bank is small. Basically nonexistent.

And with Nick multiple hours away at uni, Charlie doesn’t immediately have to face Nick’s reaction to the change. It’s almost depressingly easy to hide, really, with how busy they are with their respective studies and social commitments and some minor determination on Charlie’s part.

But he doesn’t expect it can last forever, and he isn’t surprised when Nick asks.

“Should we switch to FaceTime? It’s honestly a bit embarrassing how much I miss looking at you. I feel like it’s been ages.”

The sound of Nick’s voice travels all the way from Leeds, through the tiny speaker of Charlie’s phone into his ear, caressing the corners of his mind and melting down into his chest. It’s a balm to all of Charlie’s frayed edges, and the desire to see the words from Nick’s lips, to watch his eyes crinkle as those lips turn up in a smile, is so deep that it makes Charlie ache.

“Uhm,” Charlie delays, rolling onto his back in his bed and reaching a hand up to play with the ends of his hair. His heart cracks even before he asks. “Can we maybe not tonight?”

“Oh.” Charlie hates that it’s more concern than disappointment in Nick’s voice. It only gets worse when Nick complies instantly with the request. “Yeah, of course. Are you okay, though?”

Charlie blinks harshly. “Yeah. Just really tired. Feel like I won’t be able to keep my eyes open long enough to enjoy looking at you, to be honest.”

A soft chuckle passes down the line. “You should have said,” Nick says gently. “I can go, you should get your sleep.”

Charlie shakes his head quickly. He blurts, “No,” unable to imagine lying awake alone to think about how terribly and needlessly he’s lied to his boyfriend, while worries about any possible bad reaction continue to play on loop. “I—I really miss you. Do you think you could talk to me for a bit longer? If you’re not too tired,” he hastily adds.

“Not yet.” Nick’s smile bleeds through his tone. “I miss you too.”

Charlie rolls back onto his side, drawing his legs up and tucking a hand under his cheek. “How did your match go yesterday? You told me in your texts you won, but not much else.”

Nick lets out a groan, but there’s contentment in it, and Charlie reminds himself that Nick is happy, despite the period of turmoil it took them to get there. “God, it’s so much tougher at uni level. I’m definitely not one of the bulkiest guys playing anymore and I can feel it. I hurt in places I didn’t even think could hurt.”

Charlie can’t help it—he laughs. “Maybe you’re only noticing it now because I’m not there to kiss to it better,” he says, teasing. “You know, in all those tender places.”

Nick makes a sound of vague protest. “I thought you wanted to hear about the game.”

“I do.”

“Then keep it in your pants, Charles.”

Charlie snorts. “Alright. Your loss, Nicholas.”

The smile in Nick’s voice comes through even stronger. “So, obviously I still got us a few points, but Jason did this absolutely amazing tackle, Charlie, you wouldn’t believe how good he is…”

Nick takes him through the match, and Charlie’s eyes droop even as he smiles and envisions Nick in his element, until the next thing he knows, he’s blinking his eyes open to light lancing through his curtains and his phone lost somewhere in his sheets.

He brushes Nick off in this way for weeks, despite the growing ache begging him to see Nick in any way he can. A part of him tries to believe Nick doesn’t notice, but then Nick starts checking in with him more often—questions after his well-being more than any other aspects of his day-to-day—and starts sending him increasingly enticing photos, seemingly in the hope that Charlie will send one back.

And Charlie does, now and again, of his surroundings and their friends and himself, just not with his face or hair in the frame.

Nick’s obvious notice leaks through their regular phone calls, concern bleeding into his voice in bits and pieces, and then begins invading their messages.

Nick: I feel like I haven’t seen your face in ages. I miss you so fucking much you don’t even know Char

Charlie: i’m fairly sure i do know and it’s an absolutely miserable experience

Nick: You haven’t really seemed like you wanted to FaceTime the last few times I asked

Nick: Been thinking you might have actually gotten fed up looking at me lol

Charlie: never!!!! nick i want literally nothing more than to see you all the time i promise

Charlie: let’s not pretend we aren’t both aware of how painfully attracted i am to you literally 100% of the time

Charlie: i guess things have just been sort of hectic and i haven’t felt like it

Charlie: i’m sorry

Nick: NO don’t be sorry!!

Nick: I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad Char I swear

Nick: I only ever want you to be comfortable and okay with me

Nick: This time just feels like it’s been so long and I know I still won’t get to actually see you for a while and I miss you so so much

Nick: And I really don’t want to be annoying and constantly ask you how you are but I guess I’m used to just KNOWING and it’s not the same not being physically with you but it’s still so much easier when I can see your face you know? I miss your smile more than anything

Nick: I’m sorry I’m really not trying to be pushy

Nick: I sound so needy ugh

Charlie: I’m so sorry

Nick: DON’T I literally just said sorry for pushing. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do and I never want to make you feel like that

Nick: Honestly I was just trying to explain why I kept asking and that’s on me!

Nick: Please don’t feel upset or bad or anything about it I know I’ll get to see you for real soon and that’s all that matters

Nick: Can you let me know we’re okay?

Nick: Char??

Charlie isn’t so bad that he’ll ignore Nick for the next few days, but he does try his best to divert and then keep them away from straying back to the topic. It only makes him feel worse, because he’s sure he’s made Nick hesitant to ask now, even though he surely still wants to. Even though Charlie still wants him to.

But the fear has clawed into him and taken root, and so he avoids.

To the point where his boyfriend feels the need to check in with his sister.

“You’re being an idiot,” is what Tori corners him with. “You’re moping about because you miss Nick and he’s messaging me because you’re being weird and avoiding him.”

“He messaged you?” Charlie asks, anguished.

Tori huffs. “I don’t see what the problem is. Nick wouldn’t be any less obsessed with you if you were bald and you had blue skin.”

“Have you been watching Avatar?”

Tori pins him with a look. “He thinks there’s something wrong. You’re hurting him. Fix it.”

Charlie calls Nick almost immediately; a voice call, obviously.

He doesn’t greet Nick with a gentle rebuke for contacting Tori. His heart warms enough at Nick’s surprised, fond hello that he’s able to murmur soft words back. Only when the hi how are you I miss you portion is out of the way does he lightly mention, “I didn’t think you’d miss home so much you’d have to text Tori.”

It hurts that he can hear the apology in Nick’s voice. As if Nick is the one that has anything to be sorry for. “I don’t want to be overbearing,” Nick mumbles. “I just—I’m sorry if I overstepped. I didn’t mean to. Tori was surprisingly nice in her responses, so I thought it was alright. And it—I’m just worried about you.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Charlie says emphatically. “Honestly, I promise I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

There’s a small pause. “Do you,“ Nick starts, stops, then continues even more quietly. “Do you not want to see me?”

“No, Nick—I mean—of course I do. I always want to see you.”

His phone makes a funny noise, and he pulls it away to see Nick’s requesting to change the call to FaceTime. Charlie winces, and denies it.

When the voice call reconnects, Nick’s voice is wobbly. “Explain that, then.”

“I don’t—I’m not—I’ve still got my uniform and everything on and I look terrible right now.”

“You never look terrible. You never care about that sort of thing to begin with, not with me. Charlie, it’s been weeks. I can’t—how do you expect me to believe you’re okay when you won’t let me see you? It’s not like I haven’t tried.”

Charlie sucks in a breath and tries to release it slowly to steady his voice, but it sticks and shudders and he has to suck another one in. “I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t,” Nick whispers. “Just tell me what’s going on, Char. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it. We have another match this weekend, but it doesn’t matter. I can be ready to go and book the train for Friday evening and I’ll be there—”

“No,” Charlie cuts him off. “Please don’t miss out on your match for me. I promise there’s nothing serious and you don’t need to worry. And you definitely don’t need to come home.”

Another pause. “Don’t you want me to?”

Charlie closes his eyes. More than anything, he thinks, but swallows the words back. “I don’t want you to miss out on anything for me,” he says firmly. “We agreed we wouldn’t.”

“But we agreed there are special conditions if—”

“If it was anything serious and it’s not,” Charlie reiterates.

He can hear the shaky breath Nick takes. “And if—if it’s serious for me? If I really need to come see you, what then?”

Charlie bites down on his lip. He does the mental math. “We already planned I’d come see you soon. It’s only a couple more weeks, right? When we both don’t have anything on. So you don’t need to miss anything by coming here.”

The next pause goes on so long he thinks Nick’s hung up, or been cut off, but when he glances at us phone, the call is still up and the seconds are still ticking. “Nick?”

“Okay,” Nick responds, eventually. The weighty, wobbly concern has dissipated in favour of blank resignation. “Whatever you want, Char.”

Only the addition of the nickname makes him feel like they’re alright and he’s successfully dodged the bullet, along with the soft I love you Nick offers before they do hang up.

Then two days later Tori’s springing on him again, this time tugging his headphones right off his head at the drumkit in his room.

“Jesus, Tori.” Charlie fixes his headphones around his neck and glares at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You have five minutes, if you’re lucky. I wasn’t going to leave him outside, but I saddled him with Oliver and told him I’d let you know he was here. Based on how terrible he looks, I don’t think he’ll actually wait that long.”

Charlie’s eyes widen incrementally as she speaks, then exponentially when Oliver’s excited voice drifts up the stairs alongside a lower tone that is achingly familiar. “Nick’s here?” he whispers, horror-struck.

“Shall I allow him up or would you rather make a grand entrance?”

Charlie makes a distressed noise in his throat, and before he can argue the value of neither, he hears footsteps on the stairs.

After everything, Nick still knocks.

Charlie squeezes his eyes shut as his heart squeezes. Despite the pat she gives his shoulder, Charlie imagines Tori’s rolling her eyes. Then there’s more footsteps, the crack of the door, and Tori’s breezy, “All yours.”

And Charlie opens his eyes.

It’s just in time to meet Nick’s gaze as he slips into Charlie’s bedroom, and promptly freezes.

Charlie resists the urge to throw his arms up in front of himself, standing instead so he can fidget more bodily. Nick doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are glued to Charlie’s hair.

“Oh,” he breathes.

It doesn’t sound like a bad thing.

It sounds like the night of their first formal, when Charlie had finally rushed downstairs in his suit and Nick’s lips had parted when he’d seen him. It sounds like the first time Nick had woken up after Charlie during one of their naps together to Charlie gazing at him, likely with atrocious bedhead but definite dimples as he’d fondly watched Nick sleep. It sounds like the first time Charlie had clambered into Nick’s lap and pulled off the last lingering layer on his upper half, and Nick had skimmed over his bare skin with eyes and hands at once.

It sounds punched-out, achingly adoring and awed in that singular manner Nick has, as if any minor thing Charlie does is another reason to love him.

“You weren’t supposed to be coming home,” is all Charlie manages to squeak.

Nick shakes his head and finally drags his gaze from Charlie’s hair to look him in the eye. “Is this why you were hiding from me?”

Charlie shifts from foot to foot. “I wasn’t hiding.” He most definitely was. “I just…I did it sort of in the moment, and then I realised I had no idea how you’d feel about it, and I sort of…panicked?”

Still shaking his head, Nick creeps closer to him, eyes snagging on his hair for another moment before dropping back down. “God, I was going crazy. I thought something was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” Charlie whispers, averting his gaze to the floor. “I knew it was stupid. But once I started avoiding it, I didn’t know how to stop.”

He keeps his eyes down even when Nick’s well-loved Vans enter his vision and a gentle hand settles on his arm. “You are an absolute idiot,” Nick informs him with the same gentleness.

Charlie risks a glance up and is rewarded with Nick’s lopsided smile. It finally unlocks something in Charlie—maybe just the realisation that his boyfriend is actually here—and he throws his arms around Nick’s shoulders and presses right up against him.

Nick’s grip settles familiarly around him, a strong forearm braced along his waist and a hand pressed to the centre of his back. He sags further into Nick’s chest, practically melting in his hold as Nick rocks them gently side-to-side. When it stops feeling like enough, Charlie draws back and kisses him.

Nick hums into a sigh, his hold on Charlie softening until it becomes more of a caress, one hand doing a light sweep up his back and down again, and the other drifting up to his neck. Charlie cups Nick’s face as Nick’s thumb strokes over his cheek, and presses up onto his toes as Nick’s hand finds its way into his hair.

His hair.

Charlie pulls away, settling back onto the flats of his feet. He goes back to eyeing Nick more attentively, but when Nick blinks out of his thoroughly-kissed daze, it’s to watch his own fingers twist though near-white locks.

Eventually, their gazes collide again, and Charlie waits.

“I understand why you didn’t tell me,” Nick says, solemnly. “This changes things completely.”

Charlie makes a half-questioning, half-constipated sounding noise in response.

Nick nods. “If you’d shown me the day you’d had it done, I probably would have booked a train then and there to come get my hands on it, and I can clearly imagine how difficult it’s going to be to leave again.” His lips quirk out of his serious expression. “You were very considerate of me and my impulsiveness when it comes to my incredibly sexy boyfriend.”

With a groan that’s almost a laugh, Charlie buries his face in Nick’s chest. He’s very much not doing it to hide an overcome, relieved smile. And the non-existent smile definitely doesn’t widen when Nick’s hand starts sifting through his curls in its well-practiced way, or when Nick dips his head to nose at the locks over his temple.

“You like it, then?” Charlie dares to whisper after a few minutes of basking in Nick’s attention.

“There was never any chance I wouldn’t,” Nick says, firmly. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world to me and nothing could ever change that. Except maybe something like this. Which actually I like an unbearable amount.”

Finally, Charlie’s lips spread in a wide grin as he tilts his head back to look up at Nick. “How much?” he needles.

Nick’s smile lifts higher, and he presses his mouth to Charlie’s ear. “I can show you,” he murmurs, sending goosebumps prickling down Charlie’s neck. “Once you promise to never freak me out like that again.”

With a pinch in his chest, Charlie tightens his arms around Nick’s waist. “I won’t. I promise. I’m sorry I was so silly.”

“You weren’t.” Nick kisses the top of Charlie’s head. “I understand your brain was probably being shitty. But one of the reasons you have me is to tell you when your brain’s wrong, remember?”

“I don’t remember that being in the boyfriend ad I put out, actually,” Charlie says.

“An ad?” Nick plays along with a low whistle. “Someone like you looking for something like that, I can imagine the amount of applications. The guy who got it must be pretty special.”

Charlie shrugs, nudging his chin into Nick’s chest so he can look up at him, even if it means exposing the full force of his smile. “He’s alright. Not too bad to look at, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“He can carry things around for me, so he’s worth keeping for something.”

Nick breaks into a laugh, and Charlie kisses it away, breathes it in until it settles light and buoyant in his chest and all the tension of the past few weeks disperses.

All the while, Nick’s hand stays buried in its usual home, fingers woven lovingly through bleached curls.

#heartstopper #heartstopper fic #nick x charlie #narlie #my fics #this ends so oddly and abruptly but ah well #feels really short but it’s over 3k so ??

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THE EIGHTH SENSE EP 4

The repetitive and varying emotions prior to a relationship are always sour or sweet (不问三九)

oh boy, soooo ep 4 huh? We start to deep dive into the nitty-gritty of the leads’ minds and I’m all for it.

Jaewon tackling his feelings at his therapy session? Openly and candidly saying all his concerns while his therapist tells him you don’t have to be loved by everyone? The sheer force of this shot with the triangle of the fish tank behind him, the reflections of the metal balls before him and the sculpture of a head with its eyes and ears covered at his side? majestic Jaewon is teetering on the border of his fears and the truth all the while the outside world won’t notice or listen (no one knows this Jaewon, the one sitting on the couch in the office) but thanks to the reflection of the balls on the table he can see all three sides (also, out of the three balls one is glass, so it’s transparent, something that won't remind him, that lets him off the hook, something that he could fill with whatever he wants)

I’m ecstatic that most interactions that propel our leads to go forward, that affirm and reinforce the truths they have to hear and accept, are coming from women. Women have a crucial part in the eighth sense. They aren’t in the show just to be annoying or to be the punchline to some stereotype (I also love that none of them is related to the leads, yet they’re handled with care). All these female characters are fleshed-out individuals, integrated into the plot so deeply and seamlessly. I could sing odes about Yoonwon, or sajangnim or Aeri but let’s take Eunji for example, she’s not bitchy because she’s a woman but because she’s the ex (and also a brat). Jaewon was right, she really needs to learn some basic manners, I was waiting for the moment the two girls accompanying her to the bar would just stand up and leave that mess lmao. I also feel like Jaewon not only does what’s expected of him but what seems the most convenient bc at this point I honestly can’t get my head around why else he’d ever date Eunji. (Jaewon said they dated for about 2 years while the mandatory enlistment service is between 18-22 months. If they broke up around the middle of Jaewon’s service so at least 9 months(?) after he enlisted, and they had a period of some (썸 fling) before officially dating, then how long were they actually in a relationship?)

Now that I’m already rambling about Eunji, let’s take a look at the restaurant scene. I’ve seen people say that Jihyun should’ve stood up for himself there, but realistically speaking, there was nothing he could have done in that situation. Eunji’s not only a customer of the bar, but she’s also his sunbae in the surfing club. Did she act extremely rudely? Yes. Could’ve Jihyun done anything else but bear it? No. Even being as straightforward (or rude) as Yoonwon wouldn’t cut it, he’d have to be as rude as Shim Woojoo (shoutout to Call it love). His boss (sajangnim ily ♡) could defend Jihyun exactly because she’s the owner and she’s older, what she said can’t be considered rude. And look at that, Eunji didn’t back down even knowing these things (more proof that she’s a brat). Jihyun acting any other way than he did would’ve been out of line big time, only stoking the fire (I’m pretty sure Eunji, being as petty as she is, somewhat anticipated just that). His strength thus lies in his kindness and patience and the fact he didn’t let Eunnji’s bullshit about Jaewon affect their relationship (Jihyun-ah my beloved)

The blossoming relationship between Jihyun and Jaewon is a category of its own. I’ve already mentioned (in this post) the concept of being seen in the eighth sense and that goes hand in hand with showing. Jihyun doesn’t show a lot but it’s always sincere while Jaewon seemingly shows a ton but it’s a facade, something attractive but empty. This contrast, the way it gets a reaction out of them, the seeing and showing, the influence they have on e/o can be found in all of their interactions. One does or says a thing and it impacts the other to react to it, to correct their attitude or behaviour. Their run-in after Jihyun’s terrible shift is a great example. Jaewon first lies about the business he has near the dorms but nonetheless feels the need to be there for Jihyun so comforts him with his touch (his actions speak the truth) and Jihyun spills about his feelings (his words speak the truth). Jihyun’s sincerity once again demands for Jaewon to be, in turn, sincere (and he is, with his words this time). Every contact, the constant back and forth (verbal or nonverbal), the shared intimacy to be in their own world is masterful and so authentic. The two of them cloaked under the night, not as something others see during the day but as something they get to decide, the casual touches that are anything but casual bc they are a force in their own right, a wordless pull. It’s beautiful.

I won’t even try to tackle that moment in the library where for Jaewon, Jihyun is the sole source of light bc I’m unknowing and unworthy to put it into words but fortunately there are ppl out there who are knowing and worthy so read @mare-sanguis post and feel blessed (but I’m sure you already have)

One more thing and I’ll stop this long ass rambling pretending to be a review(?) analysis(?) who knows? It’s about the portrayal of romance because in so many stories of the romance genre one party does all the initiating, the chasing, and the other party is kind of passive idk? They feel good about the developments of course, but they don’t reciprocate that much, more like only accepting the advances? In the eighth sense, both parties put in the work to make this happen. However tentative, however unsure at times their participation is, they’re actively trying to romance each other. The way Jaewon is forward with his actions, Jihyun is forward with his words. It’s a give and take, testing of how well will this go? How far they can go? There’s an exchange in their shared scenes both emotionally and physically, and it makes both of their hearts flutter. Jaewon is bold yet Jihyun can make his breath stop and his head spin with one (1) art lesson by the Han River? Jaewon teases and flirts yet Jihyun asks the real questions, steering the topic to dating and defining relationships? It’s a dance where they take turns to lead depending on the situation because they both want this, because they feed into each other’s happiness.

#the eighth sense #여덟 번째 감각 #i see jihyun using his ‘arsenal of throwing out hyung’ very well #oh and taehyung #i expected nothing and was so tolerant w/ u but honestly stfu #great example of why no one should ever base a ‘friendship’ off of how much they’re forced to drink together #never have i thought i could ramble sm about a series week after week like #no im not going to write sm this time #ends up w 1k+ rant #ep rundown

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