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A Piece of My Soul
Fandom: The Mentalist or rather the Marcus Pike fandom
Collection/Series: N/A
Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN! Artist Reader
Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long
Rating: G
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Lots of fluff, but there’s that undercurrent of angst as the reader has been hurt before and made to feel less than important so if that’s too much right now that’s okay!
Summary: Marcus has always known that you protect your art, that it is a reflection of your soul and something you guard after being hurt one too many times. He never expects you to share your sketchbooks with him, assumes he will never have the honour and he’s okay with that because he’s happy to just have you. Until, one day, you show him just how much you trust him.
Notes: For me, I always feel like when I share my art with people they’re very meh about it or they are backhanded or even mean. I’ve not had the best experiences when sharing my sketchbooks or my work with people in my life and the idea of someone being so wholly awestruck just by the trust and openness of sharing something like that gets me. So here we go back on the Marcus Pike train because if I could ever explain what I want in a husband, he’s the man.
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Marcus had known of your love of drawing from the first date. You had been a little shy when he’d asked about your hobbies and interests, when you’d quietly and cautiously told him you liked to draw. When he asked for more detail, the mediums you used, the style you preferred, it had opened you up just a little more, his interest making you preen a little. Although still cautious, gauging his reaction to your answers. It had been like seeing a part of your soul that you kept hidden from people, it had made him simultaneously proud and angry.
Proud because you trusted him, from that first moment, to take you seriously, to listen to your interests and passions and not dismiss them. Angry because at some point, at some time, it was clear someone had dismissed you, made you feel like you weren’t worth listening to, weren’t worth investing time in. It was maddening to think that anyone could make you feel like that, like anyone couldn’t see your worth.
It was baffling because he found you captivating in all your passions and quirks. The way you ranted and rambled on for minutes, sometimes even hours, about something you were passionate about, never failed to draw him to you like a moth to the proverbial flame. The way you managed to trip over anything and everything, clumsy to a fault, was as endearing as it was concerning and he found himself eager to compensate, to pre-empt you going flying because of a step or a crack in the floor. He found the small things, not just the large things enthralling and enamouring, the concept that anyone might think different was just unfathomable.
So he worked to cultivate that trust, to show you that he was interested in you and all the things that made you up. He listened when you talked, never told you he was bored or showed a shred of disinterest. He remembered things you mentioned or were interested in, brought you books on the subject or sent you a link to an article he’d seen.
Watching the way that trust bloomed, the way you opened your heart and soul up to him in little pieces was nothing short of amazing. Still, he knew your art was precious to you, a piece of your soul. Your interests, desires, thoughts, opinions, and preferences are all laid out in pages and pages of thick white paper and red pencil marks. He never pushed it, never asked to see what you were working on or to show him your art, not because he wasn’t interested but because he respected the intimacy of it. You were not some famous painter who put their work on display for the world to see and scrutinise. You were just you, just someone who used art as a form of stress relief and self-expression, someone who guarded their work like they guarded their heart.
So the little trickles of your soul that you shared with him were enough, it didn’t matter if you showed him it all or only select pieces, anything was enough to tell him you cared, that you trusted him, that you wanted his approval. Not because you needed him to give it, not because he was that fundamental or important, but because recognition from him made you smile, made you feel important. You were important whether he liked your work or not.
He still remembers the excitement you exuded, happiness blinding and bright and so brilliant, when you’d finished a new painting and bounded to show him. You’d bundled it up safe and made the drive to his house, rushing up the steps so quick, he’d heard you trip before he heard you knock.
You’d been bouncing on the balls of your feet, painting kept within a folder, nondescript, the sort you kept your certificates in. The wide grin on your face, the shine of your teeth, and crinkles at your eyes had him smiling the moment he opened the door to you, leaning a shoulder against the door frame to watch you adoringly.
“I finished it! It only took me 20 hours but I finally finished it!” You’d rushed inside, pulling him by the arm so fast he had to laugh as he nearly tripped over his own rug. You’d been so excited and so proud as you’d sat him on his couch and carefully pulled the A4 piece of watercolour paper from the folder, plain back to him.
He’d been patient, watching you with the softest of smiles as your eyes flicked back and forth between him, sat with hands clasped between his thighs, elbows on his knees, and your painting. As you grappled with the gravity of showing him a piece of your soul and not knowing how he’d respond, how he’d behave. Patience was the least he could think to give you, and it had brought the best sort of ache to his chest when you’d shyly turned the painting around to show him.
20 hours of work and you looked away, eyes focusing on a plant he had in the corner of his living room rather than on his expression or what he might think. You’d been so nervous to show him and he’d taken the time to truly look at your painting. The colours, the composition, the subject, it didn’t ultimately matter to him whether he truly liked it or not, although he did, because he’d love it anyway. He’d love it anyway because you’d chosen to share it with him, when you were oh so private and careful with your art.
“Sweetheart…” You’d been prepared for rejection, to face the fact that your boyfriend didn’t like your painting, your art, that it was something you just shouldn’t share with him in the future. “It’s amazing! 20 hours? Can I?” He’d gestured to take it, to hold it and get a better look and you’d let him, a little stunned, but overjoyed that he liked it, that he wanted to look at it.
That had been the starting point for you sharing more little bits of your soul with him. You’d bring him finished paintings to look at, occasionally the odd doodle here or there that you completed at work. Not everything, and never your sketchbooks. Those were off limits, something he’d respected because he knew they were more than just a tiny piece of who you were, but quite a large one. Pages and pages of you sat for perusal and to have that rejected would hurt more than anything. So Marcus had been grateful for what little pieces of your art you did choose to share with him.
He’d always made it a point to show how much he liked your art, to shower you in praise and to make you feel listened to, seen, important. Your art was amazing to him. He was an art history major, he loved art, hence his job, but he wasn’t an artist. He’d never had the patience to sit and develop the skill set and so he focused on the work of others, yours was quickly becoming his favourite. You had your own unique style, something he found hard to describe or explain, but that he’d know if he saw your work. He’s almost certain he’d know if someone tried to pass a fake off as your own and if anyone asked who his favourite artist was he’d probably change his answer to you.
Still, he had hoped that one day you’d share that last bit of yourself with him. He hadn’t expected to actually happen, just a hope, a little dream, something he thought about at night before falling asleep.
Certainly not something he expects on date night.
He’s cooking dinner for the two of you, your favourite main and dessert, because he hasn’t had the chance to see you in a good week due to a hectic case, when he hears the tell tell sound of keys in the front door. He’d long since given you your own, letting you come and go as you please, with the excuse that when he was away on a case it meant you could keep an eye on the place and make sure he didn’t get robbed. In truth he liked having you around, liked that you came over just because you wanted to, that you felt welcome and at home and if he wasn’t so dead set on not scaring you off, he might have already asked you to move in. But, he wanted to take his time, not rush it.
“Marcus?”
“In the kitchen, honey!” He’s wiping down the side quickly, hiding the fact he’s a messy cook, when you walk in a heavy looking tote bag over one shoulder. It peaks his interest and from the little laugh you let out you can see it on his face.
“Are you busy?”
“No, it needs a good half hour before I have to check it again, why?” You watch him wipe his hands with a towel and brush at a small stain on his white t-shirt, the one that clings to his arms just right.
You're nervous, you know he can tell from the way your hands grip the bag straps tight over one shoulder to how you bite your bottom lip. He’s always been able to tell. One of the beautiful things about Marcus was the attention he gave to people, not just people he cared about, but people in general. He learnt everything he could about them, stored it away in his mind, and used it to show them how much he cared, how much he knew them, really knew them.
“I...I want to show you something.”
You grab him by the hand, the same way you always do whenever you want to share something, and begin pulling him towards his living room. It’s cosy in here at this time of night, warm light from a couple of lamps, soft blankets thrown over his couch, the ones he’d brought after realising how much you loved a good blanket. It’s a calming thing, to be in here, with him, somewhere you associate with home.
It often seems so silly to you, just how nervous you get about sharing something with Marcus, but you know it’s not. Know it’s not his fault either. Marcus has never given you any reason to doubt him, but other people have, so you push past the nerves because you do really want to show him and watch his face light up like it always does.
You sit him down in his seat, and curl up next to him, kicking your shoes off and placing the bag on the ground. He’s so warm and for a moment you just lean into his side, enjoying the warmth of his body and the way he nuzzles a kiss into your temple, nose tracing little lines gently for a moment. He brings you peace and it is that, that gives you resolve and has you reaching down for the items in the bag.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by you that Marcus places his hands at your waist, worried you might take a tumble off the couch, something you’re prone to. It warms you inside, that he cares so much, that he’s so casual with his affection and so concerned with you and your safety. Even something as simple as making sure he can catch you if you start to fall.
You come back up with a couple of books in hand, plastered with stickers over the front and a little dogeared at the corners. Marcus doesn’t remove his hands from your waist, just pulls you firmly back against his side and watches as you anxiously smooth your hands over the cover of one of them.
“I..I wanted to show you my sketchbooks, or well...the two most recent ones anyway. I...I don’t really show people them...but I want you to see them.” Your eyes are so wide and earnest when you look up at him, that he can’t help but cup your cheek in his hand and rub his thumb across the apple of it. God, he never thought...he never thought you would. Always thought you’d keep this little part of yourself private, separate, guarding it like a dragon guards a horde of gold. But, here you are, so earnest, so nervous, so open, telling him that you want to share this piece of your soul with him and he can’t stop himself from pressing his forehead against yours. Can’t stop himself from the gentle nudge of his nose with yours or the slow press of his lips against your own.
It’s a surprising reaction from Marcus, the way his nose presses into your cheek as he presses a firm but still tender kiss to your lips, the way his hand slides down to cup underneath your jaw, thumb pressing into the hollow there. It’s so surprising that it distracts you for more than a moment, to the point your eyelids take a little bit of time to flutter open after he breaks away, you leaning further into him.
“What...what was that for?”
“For trusting me.” He’s so warm and earnest, but still, he’s patient. He doesn’t grab for the books or open them himself, instead he waits for you to pull back and pick one up, settling it between the two of you.
He waits as you find the courage to open the cover and turn to the first page and every breath leaves him at what he finds there. It is a sketchbook and so it is messy, that’s the nature of it, it is practice and experimentation and you enjoying yourself, and it’s so clear, as each page turns, that this is you in book form.
Each page is either a confirmation of a fact he already knew about you or a new discovery. It tells him little things like how you prefer to draw certain subjects and the colours you lean towards when you reach for markers or coloured pencils. He’s reverent in the way his fingertips brush the paper and trace over the lines, in awe of the way your hands have worked in tune with your mind to put these things to paper and he can’t actually help the tears that start to well up in his eyes. Because you trust him so much, you’re opening the last part of your soul up to him with only a hope that he will not crush it or throw it back at you, that he will not abuse it.
“Baby, why are you crying?” You’re so concerned for him, hands pawing at his cheeks, brushing the rivulets away and cupping his jaw to make him look at you. Brown eyes watery but so happy, so in love and he hopes that you can see that, see how desperately he loves you. “Are you okay? Did...did I do something wrong?”
It hurts him so much to know you assume that you’re at fault. That his tears are bad or that they are a product of you doing something wrong, when they’re a result of just how much he loves you and just how happy he is at the trust and faith you have in him, the love you have for him, that you’ll bare your soul. It’s those moments that make him angry at the people before him. Family, friends, lovers, people who took your trust and crushed it, bent it out of shape and tossed it back malformed and damaged.
“Nooo, no, no, honey. Sweetheart, I'm crying cause I'm happy,” He covers your hands with his own, pulls you impossibly closer, “I’m happy because you trust me enough to show me this and I...I never thought I'd earn that.”
“Oh...well, I love you.”
“I love you too.” It’s said with a laugh, but not at you, the sort of laugh that’s just a bit of a huff of happiness, that comes from being overwhelmingly happy. It’s enough for him that you come to his house, that you share little bits of yourself with him and that you love him enough to do that at all.
While dinner cooks, you keep an eye on the time more than Marcus, he continues to flick through the pages. He comments, sweet little things. How something looks cool or how he likes the colours on a page. Each comment thrills you, fills you to the brim with pride and joy, to the point your cheeks ache from smiling. Perhaps to some people it seems understated, boring, the sort of date night that some would hate, but to the two of you it’s more than just date night. It’s a bonding experience, a sharing one. He feels impossibly lucky to look at your work, to have you there leaning on his shoulder, pressing kisses to his neck, impossibly lucky to have a piece of your soul right there in front of him.
It’s that moment that he knows; you’re it for him. He’s certain. You’re the person he’s going to grow old with, with your sketchbooks in a dedicated bookshelf and he’ll die saying his favourite artist is you.
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Benjamin Sullivan: NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Actual king of aftercare. It doesn’t matter who was on top - he’s gonna walk, crawl, or hobble off to make sure you have a nice glass of cool water and something comfortable to wrap yourself in afterwards. Will check in to make sure you enjoyed yourself before pulling you into a big bear hug (if you want it).
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Ben enjoys how dexterous his hands are - they’re strong enough to grasp his axe and kill a man with a single blow; but also steady enough to sew up holes in his trousers and carve delicate wood figures from scraps of timber he finds lying around.
On a partner he’s particularly enthralled with their eyes. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and he believes that whole-heartedly. Eye contact is a big deal if you’re making love.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Likes to cum on your chest and face. He’s fascinated by watching your tongue creep out and lick it off your lips or suck it off your fingers. He might even do it himself if you’re not into it. He wouldn’t mind cumming inside you; but he’d rather pull out and make you even more dirty.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If you come to his work a lot he’s 100% dreamt of bending you over the bar and fucking you right then and there. He wouldn’t say he’s into exhibitionism; but the thought of you pressed against the cool oak, begging for him is enough to make him reconsider that decision.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
TW: Underage, character is lying about his age. Avoid TW section if this is triggering to you.
The easy answer to this is… not very? The more complex answer is that he’s had several partners - but only one or two were actually positive or informative.
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He lost his virginity in the army when some of the older soldiers thought it would be fun to get the kid a whore for the night after they’d landed in Europe. Ben was too afraid that the woman could somehow tell he was younger than he’d said he was to enjoy himself at all, and the encounter lasted less than 20 minutes with as little clothing removed as possible.
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Once he’d been discharged he was too preoccupied with trying to earn a living and caring for his mother to bother with personal affairs, although he did have a steady girlfriend in the early years.
Although his experiences thus far had been uninspiring to straight-up embarrassing, Ben was far from a prude, and had several pleasant and friendly, albeit quick, encounters with some of the men once he arrived at the logging camp in Washington.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
People expect Ben to be domineering and rough based on his size; but in actuality he very much enjoys watching his partner ride him. He’s more than happy to use his strength to… help them along; but would rather watch someone take their pleasure from him than risk embarrassing himself or - even worse - being TOO rough.
That being said, he’s not above following a partner’s lead if they want to try something a bit more acrobatic.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It depends. If it’s your first time together he’ll definitely be more serious. He’ll want you to know he’s enjoying himself, so he won’t be stoic; but he’ll be fighting nerves most of the time, so don’t expect a lot of teasing or laughter. If you’ve been together for a while and know each other well enough; Ben will loosen up and make you both laugh on the lazy days you spend in bed - not that he’s trying to be a comedian while you’re fucking; but he won’t be afraid to run his hands up your sides and make you giggle, or cross his eyes to break the tension if you’re looking particularly focused.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Ben is very hairy, to his annoyance. He’s a little bit obsessive about his grooming now that he has a job that interacts with the public so much. No one wants a cocktail with a chest hair in it.
He keeps himself well trimmed; but not clean-shaven. If that’s what you’re into he’ll do it for you; but please have mercy… there’s just so much…
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Intimacy is extremely important to Ben. His mother told him stories about how she and his father were together before the accident; and even then young Ben knew that’s what he wanted in a partner. Trust, love, acceptance.
The older he gets the more he’s only interested in that, foregoing even the extremely rare affairs he had in his 20’s in search of something that has the potential to last.
If you’re the person Ben decides he’s going to have that with… prepare to be romanced like nobody’s business.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Ben masturbates quite a bit more now than he did in his youth. That might have something to do with this being the first time in his adult life he’s actually had the privacy to enjoy himself since he went from his parent’s house, to the army, back to his mother’s house, then into the logging camps… so up until he purchased his small house, jacking off was a rare treat. He’s learned he enjoys starting his day with a quick jerk in the shower before he shaves.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Again, this depends a lot on how comfortable Ben is with you. If your relationship is fairly new, he’s going to be VERY vanilla. He’ll be down if you want to try something; but won’t ask for something out of the ‘ordinary’ himself.
Once that obstacle is overcome, he’ll be more vocal about his wants. He’ll want to have sex in the forest (just roll with it, anything you do for him he will pay back ten-fold) and will ask that you be rough with him when you’re fucking. Choke him, slap him, spank him - he can take it. He just wants to forget himself for a while and feel powerless. It wouldn’t occur to him to ask you to tie him up, but if you did… turbo-nut.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
The more he trusts you, the more adventurous he’ll want to be with you - so prepare to fuck outside, inside, in the bar storeroom, over the pile of wood he was chopping, in the tub, in the car… really, the world is your oyster as far as places Ben is willing to fuck you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s always ready and willing to show you how much he loves you in a physical way; but if you grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss?? In public??? That’s it. You’re getting the sex. Immediately.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Ben will not be OK with any kind of degradation. This is an area he doesn’t feel confident in, and having you seemingly confirming that will pull him out of the moment immediately. He also doesn’t want to see you in pain. He’s very protective of his partners, so if you want to be hurt it’s really not going to sit well with him. The most you can probably work out of him is some light spanking.
You’re just… so small… and fragile…
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Both? Both. Both is good. Not to brag; but he got pretty damn good at giving blow jobs in his early 20’s and he’ll blow you and your mind if that’s your pleasure. He’s a bit less confident with female genitals; but he’s just overall good with his mouth, so odds are he’ll pick it up very, very quickly. Get ready for some beard-burn on your thighs, because Ben is enthusiastic.
He also enjoys receiving oral. Honestly, he’s more comfortable with oral than he is with full-on sex; so he’s more likely to initiate that earlier in a relationship than hopping straight into bed.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
There’s not much Ben does in any aspect of his life that’s particularly fast. He likes to take his time and do the job right. This will extend to the bedroom as well. He’s also particularly aware of any large disparity in size and will treat you gently in accordance with that. If you’re a man and a bit closer to his size, he might be somewhat rougher… but really he just enjoys loving on his partners.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Honestly, they’re not really his cup of tea. Even when you’re fucking somewhere out of the ordinary, he’ll want to take his time. A race to the finish line doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, and brings back some bad memories.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Is down to experiment… with some caveats. He knows he’s not the most experienced of men, so he’s willing to try something new if you bring it up; but he’ll want a thorough explanation first. So plan out your kinky encounters at least a day before. He’s a protective boy and he’ll want to know all the potential hazards well in advance. Risks, when it comes to your safety, are a hard NO.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s a bit… ah, what’s the word… backed-up? So prepare yourself, because as soon as he figures out what keeps him on the edge and what pushes him right over… you might end up with his cock in you for several hours and several rounds before Ben taps out.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Wouldn’t know a sex toy if you slapped him in the face with it. He’s fascinated once he does learn about them though. In the late 50’s/Early 60’s the pickings as far as electric toys were pretty slim; but floggers, paddles, strap-on’s, and yes… a flying saucer-shaped vibrator, would be sources of great interest to Ben.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Surprisingly, Ben loves to tease. Like many other areas in your sex life, it’ll take him a bit to warm up to the idea; but once he’s comfortable with you prepare to be rubbed and caressed and pinched to distraction.
He likes to rest his big hand on your thigh at restaurants or the movies, rubbing up and down, closer and closer to where you want him.
If you force his hand down and start to ride his fingers he’ll turn beet red; but chuckle lowly at how filthy you both are - leaning over to whisper all the things he wants to do to you and vice-versa when you get home.
He’s also a fucking demon when it comes to edging. Very few things make him happier than burying his face between your legs and teasing you until you’re an incoherent puddle of pleasure on the sheets, begging him for your release.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s not obnoxiously loud; but not silent either. Loves to let you know how good you feel to him, and likes to hear the same in return. Willing to try dirty talk; but he’ll need a little practice. He’ll moan deep in his chest if you’re fucking him or sucking him off and will occasionally cry out when he cums. If you’re somewhere public you might want to tell him to be quiet or gag him - he’s been known to get lost in the moment.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s Jewish, but doesn’t really practice or tell people about it since the prejudices of WW2 are still fresh in people’s minds, even in America. He keeps his mother’s Star of David pendant and his family’s mezuzah in a chest under his bed.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Cut, 7 ½ inches and girthy.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Ben is always down to have sex with you. Always. He’s yours, and you’re his; but he’s not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to. As stated above, he and his hand have become pretty friendly over the last few years…
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’ll get drowsy; but won’t really be ready to nod off. It’s more like all the tension he’s been holding has been released and now he’s ready to cuddle and relax. Calling him a big teddy bear after you guys do the do won’t be too far from the truth.
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sound (m);
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader —college!au, fuckboy!jungkook, fratboy!jungkook
genre: TOO MUCH SMUT? just smut, smut, and more smut. graphic smut scenes, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, cum play, overstimulation, oral (both male and female receiving), dom!jungkook but it changes...later, public oral (someone else is receiving tho), nipple play, hell amount of spanking, they just fuck in every way that they can lol, the story literally begins with smut and ends with smut...no between, fluff too if you push too hard
summary: you're taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he's always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.
wordcount: 13,738 (that’s how whipped i am)
“So Brian Eno invested the music for airports, and this awakened a new era for psychologists to investigate further. Can music changes the atmosphere of the place? We all know that music was used for therapy in many cases, but in this class, we’re not discussing therapy, it’s another class that you’ll be taking soon. This…this is all about the music you don’t even think you were listening to in some places, and how they change your thoughts and again — you didn’t even know.”
Psychology was something you always wanted to study. You don’t exactly remember how you were fund over this field and when, and the only thing you know that in some way you just kind of —liked it. A future with it seemed much brighter, and you worked your ass off to earn a good amount of scholarship from a very well-known university in the town. It was like a dream come true.
That was a year ago.
This year, during the registration period of your third semester at the University, you saw a very interesting elective course: sound psychology. Which, you thought, would be a great opportunity for you to combine the first and second thing about life that makes you excited: psychology and—music.
So you registered the course, to listen to classes and get great grades, of course; not to try to focus (and failed everytime) on the Professor because a douchebag, cunt addicted asshole was sitting next to you, fingering some girl behind the desk, making it harder for you to hear what the Professor was saying.
University couldn’t be better, right?
“Mmh,” you hear the girl’s groans, echoing in the big class. Your cheeks get redder as soon as you hear more of them, uncomfortable with being very near to the incident. You were really, really wanted to listen to the class.
I mean, yeah, a few amounts of public sex could be an entertaining show for you to watch. But, that, wouldn’t be a problem when the class is boring, or useless. Unfortunately, you really liked the class, and you really needed a great grade to sustain your scholarship.
You don’t turn your left to face them, no, because you don’t want to have nightmares about your classmates doing oral while you were in the class, at the time the class is happening. As amazing and extremely filthy (in a good way) it sounds, (1). the girl wasn’t you, (2). you really liked the class (for the hundredth time you were pointing that out), and—the most important fact about why you couldn’t ignore a bunch of teenager playing with each other was because (3). Jeon Jungkook was giving the head.
Your history with fratboys and how needy their asses are were way longer than Jungkook’s history with girls, however, even though you didn’t know the kid — you just know that you weren’t going to feel empathy or sincerity to the any of the frat boys on any of the universities all around the world.
With you recalling some scenes from your freshman year in college, and how you lost your virginity to some fratboy who said that you were his and he was yours for months and fucking a few (or 20, actually) girls behind you was making you irritated, and surely making some bad memories going back. And because of that fucking asshole, you promised yourself two things.
One: No more fucking with the fratboys while you were in the University.
Two: You were surely going to come back again after your graduation, just to fuck around with a few of the fratboys—for fun, or to make them publicly humiliated. (Because of their dick sizes, or the lack of it.)
Fratboys were overrated —because they weren’t sex gods, they weren’t that wild, and it was a fact that they weren’t that thick nor long.
The girl (you didn’t know her name) started to sound like she was coming undone soon, and with that, you thought that she was coming really quickly because it was only been five minutes since they were being handy with each other if you recall it right. Of course, her coming sooner than Jungkook was going to flutter him in every way that it can, and probably will make him think that he’s, indeed, a sex god, but you knew the truth. He was choosing the ones who couldn’t resist, and another truth was that you could’ve made her come less than a minute.
No hard feelings, Jeon Jungkook.
That was, obviously, out of context—because you were supposed to be talking about how airplane music was changing people’s mood when they were rushing through gates and trying to find the right way to go, making them relax with some soft, classical type kinds of music. And also, as soon as the passengers go into the plane, a way more cheerful but still soft music is playing because the airways want them to be cheerful about getting through all the anxious parts of the day…
…But you couldn’t, and the only thing you were hearing was still how the girl was short of breath, murmuring sweet little sounds.
“Right there, Jungkook. Right t-there, I’m so…c-close.”
“Don’t come yet,” he commands. The prick’s voice was a lot deeper now. “You’re not allowed to come yet, baby girl.”
Fratboys.
…and how they always liked being dominant.
…and how they’re not that successful about it.
You were feeling like listening to the same old mantra, just the people were changing. I mean, really, the only spice you’re adding is that we’re in a fucking class?
A class that you must give with at least an A- because you were supposed to maintain a good academic semester if you want your scholarship to be safe and sound?
Oh, god, the class. Suddenly, without a flinch, you’ve decided to ask them —politely— to be a little silent, and that you really need to listen to this class. Courage always comes when you need it, and better use it while you still can, right?
You turn back to the incident that still happening in your left, your eyes welcoming a long lasting image in your mind: Jeon Jungkook’s long fingers going deeper and deeper while the girl is trying to open her little cunt to the man who’s sitting next to her, desperate for his touch. As if those legs could open themselves much longer. She looked like she’s doing some kind of cheerleading practice.
“Dude, can you fuck her pussy when we’re not supposed to be next to each other, in a class, if I remind you?” You not so politely ask, trying to look away from the very incident that is still, by the way, happening in flesh right next to you.
Jungkook stops with his fingers for a brief moment to turn you, a tempting smirk on his face. “Why, will you be joining with us after the class?” He tilts his head while tsked you, and he spends no more than a few seconds to go back to his duty.
“Ahhhg—like that!” The girl whines a little much loader, making you think that not just you but everyone in this class were hearing their voices.
Jungkook slows down his pace, taking one of his fingers back from where they are. A sticky texture covering his long fingers, highlighted by the sun which comes from the window right next to their seats. “You’re going to have to be quiet if you want my fingers back in you, you loud slut.”
“Yes, please, make it quiet,” you add from their right seat, using a tone that you’re sure that the both of them could hear. “Some of us still tries to listen to the actual class which is happening right in front of you.”
This time they act like they didn’t hear your comments, and that was predictable because you knew that you were being a mood breaker—all on purpose.
Her breathing fastened its pace, and you swear that you could hear how wet she is by the sound that Jungkook’s fingers, echoing in all the class. “Ugh, ugh, mmHg —yes, Jungkook, I’m there, I’m there!”
Jungkook adds his third finger pack to her pussy, hitting her g-spot tyrannously until she feels bliss taking over her body and soul. “Come, you loud whiney bitch, come on all of my fingers like the slut you are. You liked being fingering in a class with them, make them earn their prize, huh?”
Suddenly, you turned back to them to see the show, feeling extremely turned on with the idea of fingering in a class with everyone’s inside. You could swear that her cum was leaking through the chair, a golden light breaking from outside to highlight the juices. She made such a mess.
While the girl was trying to maintain her breathing to how was supposed to be, you were still watching them, your mind went another place where you could only think that it had been a really long time since you got laid. You don’t notice when the prick calls you again, catching you peaking through the show which just ended.
“Enjoyed the show?” The prick whispered as he lays down to your lost face. “Care to join us where I actually use something longer than my fingers?”
You bitterly laugh. “I bet that your dick is smaller than your fingers, don’t waste your time, fratboy.”
“You’d be surprised when you see it, beautiful,” Jungkook attempts to make a move on you, with —of course— his so-called “fratboy charms” that never in your life again would work on you. “Are we making the bet?”
“No,” you shrug your shoulders, leaving your eyes from his doe-eyes to the Professor, who was still talking about the history of adding music to specific places, and how that music affected our psychological states. “I’ve seen enough of the fratboy’s small dicks, I’m passing yours as well.”
A villain kind of smirk emerges on his tuned face.“I bet you only saw the small ones and missed mine.” He tilts his head, for maybe the third time in one minute, a signature of his.
You faked a gag to scoff with him. “Yes, I’m sure that your dick is huge and all,” you turn your face again to him, a begging look on your face. “So—can you, maybe, shut up for a while and help me listen to the class, the class that which both of us taking, I think, and would be nice for you to actually listen to it.”
His mouth goes open for a while, and his mind probably trying to digest rejection that he just got from you—while you were giving him a delightful smirk that will make him angrier than he’s already is (if possible, because fratboy couldn’t take rejection). Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, and that’s a surprise for you, he leans over his chair, acts like he’s interested with the class and gives you the prize of your contest for today.
“…So, for the assignment I mentioned at the beginning of the class, it’s time for me to talk about it little more, and maybe I can hear about a few ideas of yours and give you my ideas how to improve it. Don’t feel pressured about this assignment, it will only take the %10 of your final grade—and I will be very generous when it comes to grading since it’s the first assignment that you guys will produce.”
You’re now really thankful for Jungkook to prevent you from listening to the class.
Really. Thankful.
The Professor glances at the papers her desk before starting to explain the assignment. “…Um, so—the due date is a week later, as you can guess. The assignments will be individually done, so no groups allowed. Although you can record the work together or do brainstorms about the assignment, which I’d appreciate if you guys do speak to each other about the homework given to you on a normal basis.” She laughs a little at the end of her sentence, while the class bursts into a peal of big laughter after her words. Of course, no one was going to speak about it. “Again, I get it that you don’t do such things. Anyway, for this assignment, I want you to find a specific situation that normally doesn’t involve music in it, and I want you to add a specific genre to that—and record how that goes for you. What I mean by that is, let’s just assume that cafe’s don’t play soft music in the back, and we thought about adding a soft playlist in the background of a Starbucks, which let’s assume—in a very crowded area. What you guys would do in a situation like this would be recording it before and after the music is on, so we can feel the change. No visuals allowed, just the record. And I want a reflection paper of the work, for around 250-300 words. Easy, right?”
It was, indeed, easy and looked interesting as well. You were feeling that a few ideas were popping up in your brain. “And…for the recording, 30 seconds for each would be enough, don’t make it longer than 60 seconds though, let’s make it quick and easy. Okay?” You nod as well as some other students. “Any ideas or questions so far?”
A girl from the front seats raises a hand, and Professor allows her to speak. “So…what if we change the music genre? In an existing situation? Like…changing the genre of the Starbucks, maybe making it hard metal or hip-hop instead of classical or soft music.”
“That is allowed too—and in fact, it is a good idea. Thank you, Ms. Min, for this, and anyone else?” She raises her voice as well as her left eyebrow, looking for a hand.
Someone else raises a hand. “How can we test their reaction? Are we going to interview with them?”
“You don’t have to,” Professor explains. “Let’s take the Starbucks example. I mean, I know that they won’t allow for you to stop the music but let’s assume that they did. You’ll go there for two days, at the same rush hour, and in the first day, what you’ll be doing would be examining the talks between the employee and the costumer, writing down the possible little fights between them, and even how many of the customers actually smiled or thanked the employee for maybe like thirty minutes? And—the second day, with the music on, you’ll do the same, taking notes…and then you can compare the two. But you can always interview the people, asking them if they’re feeling something about the music. You’d be surprised when the %80 of them says that they didn’t hear the music at all if it’s soft or classical. Because it goes deeper than you thought.”
You raise a hand. “Can I share my idea?”
Professor approves, a tempting smile on her face. “Please.”
“Umh, so…I was thinking,” you start to talk, rubbing your neck out of shyness. “My mom is a birth giver in a private hospital near, so I was thinking if I can do something with newborn babies or the act of giving birth. Adding soft music in the newborn unites or in the surgery room where the giving birth takes place. Maybe I can examine how they react to the soft voice, like how many newborn babies stop crying or how giving birth becomes, even a tiny bit, easy for the mother?”
“I think taking permission to play music in the surgery room is much harder than the first one, and the second is much harder for you to examine to results since you can’t be in the surgery room with the mothers—but playing soft music for newborn babies sounds cool, and smart too.” She purses his lips with a startling look on her face before turning her looks to the class, looking for another hand.
This time the hand that goes up leaves you with a frozen frame.
“Yes, Jungkook?”
He was definitely going to criticize your idea.
“I mean, before saying anything about my idea,” he cleared his throat before switching to a much more deeper voice tone of his. “About the last idea, from my friend, was very smart—though most of us don’t have opportunities that come from our parents.”
See?
He was playing with you.
He was trying to make you uncomfortable.
But, he wasn’t going to win over, again.
“Aren’t you the son of a CEO or something, Jeon?” You chastised, pursing your lips while the class fulls with the voices of approval and some ouch, she goaled in’s over and over again. “I am sure you can record your dad bickering to his employees with and without soft music too. Though if he’s like you, I don’t think that would make a huge difference for you to examine. Once a jerk, always a jerk—sorry, Mrs. Kim, for the language but I had to do it.”
His veins were throbbing in his neck second by second, with the anger that takes over his state. Lucky of you, the Professor takes over the fight before Jeon get to say something, probably something very offensive to you. “Maybe you can stop whatever this fight you’re making in my class, and just allow others to actually share their ideas,” she hollered. “Are you going to say something about your idea or not, Jungkook?”
“Yes, Professor,” he muttered, his jaw still clenching. “Though it may end up with me getting dismissed from the class, an idea is still an idea, am I right?”
She pouts, humming at Jungkook’s words. “As long as you don’t offer something illegal like taking drugs or something, you wouldn’t be dismissed.”
“I don’t think sex is illegal,” he dared from the blue, with a little smirk on his face. “And I think, besides from a few of us, it’s something that we try to do on a normal basis.” Jungkook, intentionally, looks over you and locks his eyes to yours when he mentions the ones that don’t get to lay.
That bastard.
“And if I’m allowed, I would want to choose how music affects the human orgasm—though, I don’t think I’m allowed to record it.”
He caught the Professor off guard by using the very well known voice tone that highlights the part that he's “probably” not allowed to do that—tyring to make her feel worse about how society still not ready to talk about sexual interactions.
Well played, Jeon Jungkook.
Well played.
“I mean,” she starts with a fooled voice. “Technically speaking, yes—you can record someone having sex with particular music playing in the background to see how that would affect the orgasm that they’ll receive and the quality of the act and all…” Professor stops for a while, trying to choose the right words. She presses his lips together, trying to be a serious woman and ignores the giggles in the class. “…But, ethically speaking—I don’t think that I’m allowed to give you the permission to record porn.”
He smirks than laughs bitterly, shrugging his one shoulder. “Oh! Come on, Mrs. Kim!” He huffed. “It’s not even porn, it’s just a recording of it. No visuals allowed, remember? If Y/N can record a woman giving birth then I think I can record being intimate with another person.”
“Seriously, Jungkook?” You bickered. “Did you really compared giving birth to having sex?”
“Yes, I did,” he hissed. “My idea is just as naked as yours, baby—and my idea is way better than anyone in this room,” Jungkook turns away from you to the Professor, who is still patiently listening you two bickering each other. “Besides, if we look at that from a Freudian perspective, it’s a good idea for us to add something to his studies that he did for a lifetime, didn’t he say something like how sexual drives must not be something we should be ashamed of, no vice, no degradation—and must be fulfilled in order to gain a psychosexual development?
"Are you really a psychology major, Jungkook?” You accused, exasperatedly sigh. “Because they are not exactly true!”
“Indeed, I am not a psychology major—I’m majoring in music and performing, and for your information, this is an elective class and we don’t really have to know much about Freud or some other psychologist in order to record a one-minute assignment, am I right?” He intentionally looks away to the Professor when he’s ending his sentence, all part of the act. “Do we really have to be so smart to succeed at the class, is that it?"
You’ve got to be kidding me.
She’s a Professor with a good academic background, there is no way that she’s going to fall for this crap.
Right?
"I mean—no, of course not,” Professor says, leaving you with all of your concerns about whether the majority of humanity is now un-saveable from Jeon Jungkook’s all staged acts. “And part of the information you gave about Freud was, technically, true. Though I can’t deny the fact that he did so much more studies about psychosexual development and in fact, even though he contributed that sex is the major driving force in human nature; he also realized that not everything was about sex and once commented, ‘sometimes a cigar is just a cigar’. But, Jungkook, if you’re asking and wondering about at the end whether if you are able to do it or not, the answer is—yes, you can record it. Although you can’t mention names in the record, and please don’t make us know the people, alright? That is, the only way that I can give you permission.”
Fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how smart his idea was.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how he got the permission he needed anyway.
“Freudian perspective my ass,” you whisper to the asshole next to you, in a voice tone that you’re absolutely sure that he’s the only one that can hear, not even the girl who’s still high and sleepy because of the orgasm she not so long ago received.
He crosses his arms, holding his one eyebrow up. “What is it that bothers you this much, my friend, do you want to contribute to my assignment by letting me taste that tight pussy of yours? Is that it? Are you that shy to ask me whether if you can be the lucky girl in my porn?”
That fucking brat.
“Haha,” you fake a sarcastic laugh. “I’m just…feeling overly insulted and angry about the institution that we’re in because you just got permission to record yourself fucking someone, and I believe that is—the only thing that you’re actually capable of. Fucking.”
“You can’t deny God’s gifts, my friend.” Jungkook chimed in.
You narrow your eyes at his disgusting choice of words. “See? Only a talentless fucking brat would say something like that. Gift? You’re calling the act of sticking your not-so-thicker than a pipe dick into someone as a gift? I can do that too with a proper dildo that I bought from a sex store, my friend.” You ended the argument with a faked tone of his voice, only to make him more offensive.
“Ah,” he hollered, doesn’t care about that the class was still, somehow continued. “You’re getting on my nerves, Y/N, you really are getting on my nerves. It’s been only thirty minutes that we started to speak to each other for the first time in our lives and you’re mentioning about my dick for the third time—and not in a good way that I would’ve wanted. You’re giving me no choice but to prove you wrong, it’s almost becoming a matter of life or death, mh?”
All of a sudden you noticed how you started to rub your thighs together, an exciting feeling giving momentum to your blood’s flowing, all the blame goes to Freud and his stupid works (and how he was right about the amount of urge we have to have sex). In a brief matter, you were—horny.
So fucking horny.
You don’t know if it was because how he kept tilting his head to the ground and how he tsked when he said the last sentence that he had no choice but to prove it to you, or how he was looking ridiculously flawless from close, I mean, really close—or both, but that was it.
You were horny.
Jeon Jungkook made you horny.
You could just go and eat shit and tell everyone that you eat shit and it tastes better, and it would still be better from any kind of confess that you may do about how Jeon Jungkook made you horny, in a psychology class, without even touching you. And again, he just fingered the shit out of a girl next to you, but that was not an excuse for you to almost drip right now.
“Already tongue-tied, are we?” He smirks in the most tempting way. “You couldn’t even get to hear me talking filthy, baby.”
You chimed in. “I’m literally trying to act like you don’t exist but, somehow, you always find a way to make me irritated and overly regretful that I took this class, thinking that it would be fun."
You were okay, it wasn’t happening, you were just horny because of the lack of any kind of sexual interaction with any kind of person for over months. If it wasn’t Jungkook and someone else, you would be the same.
Relax, breathe, you’re not that horny.
"Oh, I’ll make it fun.” He expressed. “Join me with the recording, mh?”
Maybe you are that horny.
But, not with Jungkook. No way in hell, you won’t be sleeping with the selfish, overly exaggerated frat boy that has been doing nothing but to seduce you, because that’s what fratboys do all the time. They see a girl that gives them the cold shoulder, they attack. You weren’t going to let Jungkook attack you.
“Hear this, brat,” you fumed. “As long as being recorded while having sex sounds appealing to me, both visually or audibly, I’m going to pass this offer—because no way that I am doing it with you. I can do porn with every human being in the world except a few of the prime ministers of a few countries and plus some hip-hop artists, I don’t fuck with fratboys either."
It wasn’t you talking, it was anger. Anger that comes fulfills you with being horny over Jeon fucking Jungkook. And that’s why you hurriedly gathered all of your stuff and left the class as soon as the Professor announced that the class was dismissed, not looking back nor listening to the answer that Jungkook gave to you as you were vanishing between people, with the tempting smile that he was giving you for ten minutes.
"Oh, we’re so doing this.”
He laughed.
You didn’t hear.
unknown number: im thinking drake’s own it
unknown number: do you have smthng in mind? i can consider
unknown number: just please make sure that i don’t think i’ll be that hard if we listen to some justin bieber shit and all
unknown number: not that i don’t like it,,but i was a hard fan, that shit still makes me cry
you: jungkook?
you: how did you find my number?
unknown number: asked for a friend of yours named tae
unknown number: we have common classes together
unknown number: said to him that we recently become duo over an assignment and had to find your number
unknown number: wasn’t lying to him tho
you: i said no to your offer
unknown number: i guessed your inner voice said something else ;)
you: just because im psychology major, psychological stuff doesn’t make me turn on
unknown number: i can make you turn on in the seconds baby
you: im just going to ignore all of your messages and happily entertain myself with my friends doing typical weekend stuff, thank you so much
unknown number: im downloading drake’s own it…just in case, and i have to charge my jbl for a better volume experience
“Tae,” you inhale a good amount of air to your irritated lungs, and exhale whilst fuming with anger, to the boy who happened to be your lifetime best friend. “Did you easefully give my number to the number one fuckboy of our University today?”
He pouts, a sudden feeling of guilt takes over his eyes. “Yes? He said that you were a team on an assignment or something?”
“No, we’re not. He just happens to be the guy who ceaselessly hits me for a fuck, hasn’t stopped since the class and now he’s texting me.”
“Sorry, baby,” he mutters. He stops for a second with eating his fries where you guys so happened to choose to have dinner at McDonald’s. “He just seemed so convenient. I know him from my music classes and Jungkook’s like…always scores the best, so if you guys were doing an assignment, I wouldn’t be so surprised.”
Your eyes getting wide, your mouth shaping as an “o” when Tae mentions the words “Jungkook” and “scoring the best” together. “Who?” You doubted. “Jungkook? Taking good grades? In this school?”
“Yeah, Y/N,” Tae addressed while rubbing his eyes. “He’s the smart one in the class. He signs and performs well, he can take high notes from written classes like you guys have together now, and—he can do notes higher than the written classes, which is also very surprising, he also dances well…and…um, he—”
You chimed in. “Tae, honey, your gay is showing. Wasn’t he the fratboy of that massive boy house or something?”
He narrows his eyes. “Yes? Just because he’s a fratboy, is it means that he must be dumb too? Your double standards are showing, Y/N.”
“I mean, yes, I’m being stereotyping over here,” you hollered. “But, remember the Park guy I met last year and how he turned out to be a complete dickhead? All Jungkook has been thinking was to fuck me into my oblivion and record the voices while doing it, nothing more!”
Taehyung tilts his head as his eyes get widen. “Recording? That’s some kinky shit."
You narrow your eyes.
"Oh, come on!” He takes a sip from his cola. “Loosen up a little bit! Give the boy a few points for his courage to actually being able to speak about his true intentions. Not all of the boys do it anymore. They love the act when they’re trying to win over some girl. And besides—what’s the harm of a kinky fuck without any kind of feelings attached? You’re wild as he is when it comes to rough sex. I know because you weren’t stopping about the guy you were fucking last year, which turned out very disappointed because you tried to add feelings to the formula. Never worked.”
“Thanks for enlightening my shameful dark past about how I got fooled around by a fratboy sweetdick for months, Taehyung,” you howled, faking a bitterly smile.
He smirks. “No problem, baby, what best friends are for, right?”
There were points where Taehyung was right about, obviously, because he was kind of always right about everything related to you. Today, they were: (1) the fact that you liked it rough (like, rough), and (2) the fact that no feeling attached kinky sex seemed an exciting option for your lack of sexual interaction with someone lately—and third was the fact that how the guy you were fucking turned out to be a complete disappointment but you were not going to add that to the list.
Taking a fry from the tray, you start to chew while thinking about how Jungkook seemed serious about recording the two of you, doing the thing for the assignment. And with how class listened to you two bickering to each other, they were never going to know who the girl is from the sound—and you really didn’t think that the Professor would make everyone in the class to listen to that porn, anyway. Not that you were so overly thinking about what other’s think, never did and never will be, there was just one person that you couldn’t keep it secret from. Yourself—and how you gave yourself a promise for not fucking with any of the fratboys before your graduation, ever again.
“Does he still texting you?” Tae asks with a concerned face, tightening his lips. “Really though, I should’ve asked you before giving your number to him.”
“I haven’t checked my phone, I’m guessing he’ll stop at some point though,” you went on. “It’s okay, by the way, I’m not mad or anything. Not at you anyway."
Taehyung starts to shake his head. "Wait, wait, wait.” He repeats the word over and over until he stops and points his finger right in front of your eyes. “You are considering his so kind offer…am I right?”
“No! What?” You blurted with a loud tone. “No fucking way! No—oh, fine, yes, a little.”
“I knew it!” He chews the remaining fries he has. “I knew it, really, I was almost—almost sure of it, but with you, I’m never fully sure. I bet you got wet as soon as he opened his true feeling about fucking you, and oh, wait, I bet you’re still wet!”
“Oh my god, we’re not having this conversation in a fucking McDonald’s, Taehyung!” You mumbled. “Just, maybe, okay? I got horny when he mentioned how he must prove himself to me about his skills and all that shit, I think. I had a fucking promise to myself, Tae! I was holding on to that little promise. I shouldn’t be even thinking about this but all I’m thinking how he would toss my weak body over his bedroom’s wall and how he would rip my clothes off of my body in a mere second. See? This is how much I’m whipped over him.”
“I think it’s cute,” he admits. “How you opening up to me in a fucking McDonalds, chewing the rest of the fries.”
You roll your eyes.
“Just kidding, baby.” Taehyung smiles fondly. “Text him that you’re taking his offer. Do whatever you want with him, or make him do it. Have fun a little bit! Text him that it’s sad that you’re drinking cola and not his cum.”
“Ew,” you gasp. “Please shut up.”
“Again, kidding.”
He wasn’t kidding at all.
You grab your phone which you so irritatedly made silent before tossing it up to your bag, and welcome the texts that you haven’t opened from the same number, this time with a title you not so thought about it.
that dickhead: own it by drake is ready and my jbl is charging (21.19)
that dickhead: oh i see (21.35)
that dickhead: … (21.40)
You open it, and type, not wanting to think about any coincidences for just today.
you: really? three dots? that’s your way of handling with rejection? (21.45)
that dickhead: rejection? was it really?
you: try any other sarcastic words over me and i might change my opinion about this
that dickhead: so,,is it a yes?
you: im not fucking while listening to drake, jungkook
that dickhead: you’re so lucky today that you can get the choose the song, it’s all for academic purposes, baby
you: yeah, yeah
you: your place or mine?
that dickhead: mine
that dickhead: [attached adress]
you: ok be ready in 20
There was something about all of this experience that you were having. Something that you cannot explain easily. You didn't know why you were so whipped for him with just a day and how that got you into this situation—where you have literally vanished into the cold spring night to take a taxi, a taxi that will take you to Jungkook's place.
Of course Tae understood your situation, considering how many times he heard you bickering and complaining about your sex life lately (or the lack of it), and how you weren't ready for any kind of relationship and starting a new relationship just to get laid seemed so unfair to you and the possible partner, so that was never an option for you. He was always offered you to one-night-stands, and let's say that he helped with it too, but they weren't that good—and you couldn't even come as you wanted to. You didn't know if you could come with Jungkook, and you were really serious about everything you've said about fratboys, you weren't going to take back what you've said, but—you had this different feeling, an excitement, a thrill, some anticipation that you got all from him. A silent, almost can't hearable, sound in your brain was telling you that, indeed, you weren't doing the mistake of your life by taking that taxi.
So it was happening. It was really happening according to the taxi driver's navigation status which said that "destination in 5 minutes" and the text that came from your best friend.
mytae: text me tomorrow! with details pls ;)
It was, happening, and surprisingly, you didn't feel any regret or fear flowing through your body.
It was—pure excitement with a good amount of wetness that was coming from your cunt.
That bastard.
You knocked on the door.
"Password?" A voice, his voice, called from inside.
"What password?"
"Password?"
"You didn't give me the password, bastard."
He was still playing with you. "Password?"
You weren't going to fool around with his stupid games. "Oh, then I have no choice but to leave if you don't open this goddamn door because I'm really horny right now and—"
"Correct," he opened the door, a casual black short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black sports pants were on him which you had to give a few points to the look because you've always liked the sportive look on hot guys. "It was horny." He smirked as he opened the door for you to come in.
"Really, Jungkook?" You narrowed your eyes at him, a blush appearing on your cheeks, not that you were ashamed or something because today was all about not being ashamed, right? "You were making me doubt my choices there."
He crossed his arms together, a beautiful vein appearing on his left arm. He didn't seem that build up in the outside, or it was just you never giving any attention to how Jungkook actually looked like before. Maybe he was always that strong, built, muscular pig. "Y/N?"
He took a step to you, and one step again when he said your name again. He didn't say anything even though you quietly said "hm?" to his calling, both times. He was giving you a little hard time there, minimizing the place left between you and his door. He lowered his voice for the third time, making your back hit the wall. "Y/N, you see..." He whispered. "What you've been doing to me since this morning is to make me feel small about myself. That's why you're always acting like you're the one who holds the ropes, right? Always sticking your nose in things to make my day worse, and always trying to end the conversation with your scores up to the ceiling while mines are off the ground? Hmm?"
You wanted to tell something, anything, but as you felt his body touching you in front, making the two of you almost one body while your back is against the wall. (And, his perfume mixed with his natural skin smell wasn't helping at all) So, you couldn't say anything and stared right in the middle of his tempting, doe-eyes while he was squeezing them to give it a serious meaning.
He holds his one arm up and places right next to your head, on the wall. The other one was in his pockets, and because he was also squeezing it very hard, the veins were making you scared. Jungkook tilts his head as he leans to your level in front of the wall. "You like people when they think that you're some kind of ice queen, giving the fratboys cold shoulder because you don't want them to know the truth."
"And what truth it may be?" You quietly asked, in an almost whispering way, stuttering because of the excitement of him being so near to you.
He leans to your left ears now, touching it softly with his lips, sending shivers down your spine. "That you're so head over heels for me to fuck you so shamelessly that you just came here less than thirty minutes. You're that type, the type that addicted to the feeling of giving yourself to someone else but, all without closed doors. Because you don't want anyone to know who fucks your pussy that good."
"Mmh," you whine, chewing on the flesh of your bottom lip. "And who will fuck this pussy that good?" You teased, putting one of your hands to his stomach to feel his abs. He was muscular, indeed, and from this perspective where you were feeling small about yourself since he was standing in front of you with his intense, strong frame.
You felt a big amount of coldness that almost making your fingers turn purple, and you weren't sure if it was the coldness that was coming from the naked wall or how he was acting like he will turn you to a complete mess in seconds. He takes the hand which he was hiding his pocket and quickly puts on your ass with a quiet spanking manner, giving you no choice but to groan to that a little. "You see, since this is all academic purposes, and knowing that we cannot use our real names in the recording, we should use something different. And, believe me, as long as I would be completely fluttered if you say my name over and over again as I keep pounding into you, very deeply, I think for today you should go with the daddy instead."
A little whine escaping your lips as you hear the word "daddy" coming from his plumped lips from licking them every few seconds or so, Jungkook realizes how that is entertaining you and smirks with the feel of the joy. "I always knew that you had the daddy kink, by the way, it can be read through your gaze while you look at me."
"Hmm?" You groan. "And what are you going to call me today?"
He squeezes your butt with a wild manner, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, there are so many names today that I will call you with. You see, I always use baby with girls like you are," he spanks your ass while saying you baby. "If we were going to vanilla, I would call you princess," he spanks again. "But given the situation now, and how you whipped for my cock like this," one more. "I would probably use more of a needy slut since you are one." One more. "What else? Cocksucker, because you're going to get all of it." One more. "Whore, because you'll be a one in my bedroom, baby." Two more this time. One when he calls you whore, and another with the baby. "Are they enough, or do you want me to keep going with it?" He asks, his gaze on your ass, feeling a little sore from all the spanking but it was good that you had clothes on, which was going to change soon or later.
"Y-yes," you answer, feeling high because of all the sensations going on.
He lets go of you, gives a permission for you to finally breathe and to see his apartment for the first time really, since all his been doing was getting over and over you with his muscular frame, giving you no room for to see anything but his tempting eyes, burning from the think about what will going to happen the two of you.
His apartment was small, yet it seemed enough for him, and it looked like he was living alone. Predictable, since he always had some company within. "So, about the assignment," he starts, taking the hand he used to spank you to his hair, giving them a messy look. "I am really going to record us, so help me with the song, babygirl."
His voice much huskier, in a much more tempting way, of course. "Since you need two versions of the record, you should open the recording in the middle of it or something."
"Oh, we won't be needing that, babygirl." He explained. "We need your voice while you're having your orgasm, one with music and one without music. And I'm planning to fuck you more than one, or two, or maybe three. Making sure that all of the things you've said about my fingers and my cock was nothing but a lie."
Jeon Jungkook never likes to lose, that was something you got from his behaviors, and how he didn't like it when he loses something—how his eyes got darken and widen every time, almost like he disguising to someone else you've never seen before.
He doesn't give you a chance to realize your surroundings, and indeed, he never loses his oh-I'm-so-gonna-destroy-you posture, still staying right in front of you like a shadow that won't go away.
You gulped. "You know," you managed to say, out of breath. "I wouldn't mind if you just skip to the part when you use that cock of yours which you never shut up to me about how I would be wrong in the end."
"Is that so?" He asks before, finally, attaches his lips to yours. The kiss is lacking every emotion except desire, lust, and excitement. It's almost so dirty to talk about that even thinking about just kissing his soft lips in the most ambitious way you can, you're getting wetter and wetter. You climb over his embrace, bounding your arms together in the back of his neck as he lays down to grab your ass in his strong hands to take you on his lap. He holds to your asscheeks as he finds his comfort with tossing you over the wall of his apartment's hall, not so carefully carrying you to his bedroom.
You two keep kissing each other, and at one point his tongue ways his way into your throat right after his teeth grabs and captures your bottom lip like it his meal for today. (He was lucky that his meal was something else, though.) He takes no time to waste as he grabs your shirt to undress, still taking small steps as he carries you to his bedroom. You take the hint and hurriedly put your arms up, tossing your shirt somewhere in the hall.
You don't really see, but it's predictable that he amazes that you choose the sexiest, lacy black bra you had in your wardrobe. His attention for your lips suddenly vanishes as he takes his few last steps to the bedroom, hurriedly opens his door and tosses you onto the bed. He doesn't fucking care when he climbs over you to embrace your breasts over your bra, and he wants them off—he surely does, but Jungkook wants to take his time a little because he knows that it is the first and the last time that he will get playing with you. He leaves a few soft kisses first, taking his time with them after suddenly biting the sensitive skin on you.
"Mhh," you groan. "If you hated the bra that much, you could've just said so..."
"I hate every fucking clothing you have on you right now, babygirl."
"Rip them then."
He doesn't do it—even though he wants to, oh god, he really wants to, Jungkook always liked the foreplay.
A soft laugh escapes from his lips, swollen a bit from all the hungry and sloppy kisses you gave him. He stands up from the bed, his legs still capturing you like an animal that shouldn't be escaped. "I will now start the record, ready?"
You nod as he grabs his phone and opens the voice recordings. He touches the red button and places his phone to the bedside table. Then Jungkook turns over to you, still standing up, and he grabs and takes his black shirt of off him, swiftly launches the clothing away from the bed. He takes no time to grab your lips again, pinning your arms behind the bed. "From now on, you can call me daddy," he whispers to your ears as he grabs the flesh of your ear into his teeth. "And if you tell me anything different than what you have to say, you'll get punish."
You whine under this asset, your eyes turn to his body from his evil-like eyes, carefully and slowly capturing every second with his toned abs. He commands, "Eyes on daddy, babygirl. He's going to open the buttons of your pants now."
You're loving how he sounds deeper, huskier in a hegemonic manner. You moan when he touches your belly with his cold hands, sending shivers down your spine. He slowly leans over to you to open the button. You note that how he also liked teasing in somewhere in your brain. You help him to take off your pants, leaving you with your underwear only and you try to stand up to do the same to him, but he just hits your hand hard.
"No-no," he mouthed. "Let's just play with your tight pussy of yours to make it ready for my cock, babygirl. Then you can have a taste of my dick too, this, if you behave though."
Okay, now, you sure know that you haven't been this wet at all. You don't know if it's your lack of sex life, or how long since you had someone doing oral to you, (again, most of your one-night-stands didn't want to use their tongues that much.) or just how Jungkook was hot and arrogant and sexy when he was dominating. (All of the above, was the answer.)
You groan as his hand traveled down to your panties, using his one finger to test out the wetness over your panties. "God, you're soaking." He smirks as he peeks his one finger beneath your wetness. His eyes get wide with the feeling of your wetness coating his finger. "Babygirl, are you sure that you can't get wet over fratboys, huh?"
He still likes to play. You roll your eyes at him. "You sure are a mood breaker."
Jungkook doesn't like when you misbehave, and he takes your comment as something to be punished as he inserts his finger very deep without a warning.
"Ju-daddy," you gasp, out of breathing, arching your body to the pillow to gain strength. "Mmh!"
"I'm sure that your mood now is unbreakable, babygirl. You're literally soaking right now, all for me, huh?"
You don't—can't—answer to him as he adds another finger in, both in very deep, and all you can do is squirm under his touch. Jungkook seems like to enjoy the view of you, desperate for his touch under the dim light that he prepared for you, soft moans escaping from your lips as his telephone records all of the sweet sounds that you're making for him. Though, he wanted you to answer to him, so he just pulls his fingers from your cunt, leaving you high and dry. (not that dry, anyway)
"What the hell?" You roared.
"I asked a question, slut." Jungkook scowls, but still takes one of his hands to remove your panties off of your legs, leaving you with your bra and nothing left. "And when I ask you a question," he pats to your pussy. "I want an answer." He pats again, this time in a harder way. "And if I don't get the answer I want," he stops for a second to see your sensitive full of red pussy. "I become very angry, and you get a punishment, okay?"
You nod madly. "Yes!"
"So, babygirl, tell me," he softens his voice, but his eyes still scream over. "Will you remember who's in charge today? Will you behave for your daddy? Because he's a little bored and he wants to play with your pussy so, so much for a long time today."
"Yes!" You scream desperately.
"Yes, who, baby?" Jungkook smirks like the brat he is.
"Yes, daddy! I'll behave! Just please, please do something. With your fingers or your tongue, it doesn't matter. Just, touch me, daddy, please." You keep going with your whine as he likes the see you begging for him.
"I like it when they beg," he hums and captures one of your legs onto his shoulders, pushing you back to the surface of the bed while he places himself to the entrance of your pussy. It was still swollen, and red from all of the pats he had given. "But I liked it more when you begged."
He thrust his two fingers back where they are, hitting your g-spot relentlessly, his fingers going deeper and deeper now. You groan, whine, scream and all of the above when he adds his tongue to the formula. Your eyes roll back, your head hits the pillow as you fall back with bliss flowing through your veins. He kept his pace with his tongue, hitting that sweet spot on your pussy while his fingers still thrusting their way into it. You like it, you like it way too much that you swear this is some of the best orals you've ever got so far. "Mmmh, m-more," you squirm as your breath kept losing its pace. "Please, daddy."
"You like it too much, hmm?" Jungkook takes his tongue out to breathe, his fingers still buried deep inside of you. He uses his other hand to grab your breast over the bra, pulling the material off of your skin so that he can access what lays beneath. He pulls one of your nipples very painfully, but the pain only made you feel more blissful. Your groans get louder as he kept his one hand pinching your nipple and the other to finger you, a playful smirk on his face. "Now you regret that you didn't get to be fingered in the class today, right?"
"Mmh," you groan as you feel your nipple getting sore as hard as your pussy is. "I-I-I am."
"Maybe next time I finger you in class, you needy slut. Look at you, you're too desperate for my fingers. You already look like a mess, babygirl. Do you think you can take my cock today?" This time Jungkook doesn't wait for an answer as he dives into your cunt with his tongue again.
"Mhh, I will, daddy." You answer anyway, since he politely asked for you to behave. The sensations you were feeling came to a situation that you were feeling close now. His finger still playing with your nipple, rubbing it, pulling it mercilessly as pain and satisfaction both flowing through your body. His fingers were getting deeper and deeper as they could find their way with your juices helping them to, and his tongue—oh, god, his tongue—he was making you a complete mess and kept his pace until your eyes rolled over with complete bliss. He noticed how your breathing almost became like you were about to faint and slowly stopped his pace by giving your pussy soft kisses.
"Does my babygirl wants to come on my tongue, hm?" Jungkook asks, turns his face to your complete wrecked frame.
"Y-y-yes, da-daddy." You scream as much as you can.
You don't see but know that he is smirking as his eyes get the best view of you, all wrecked and red, covered with your own juices that happened to be only because of him. "Come then, daddy feels so thirsty now, babygirl. Give daddy all of you can and come on my tongue like the slut you are, babygirl. Don't hold back." Your eyes open like they were about to explode there, you groan and scream in a delightful way as soon as your orgasm hits you for the first time (of course, not last) today, you grab the sheets as your cum run to his tongue and then everywhere, and you couldn't help but squirm all over the sheet like you were holding that for five years inside of you.
"Shit, baby, you made such a mess," Jungkook adds as he glances over the sheet, looking at the masterpiece you've created in the bed. "I never thought that you were the squirter type, though."
"I thought that too," was all that you could say, still trying to find a way to breathe, properly, again.
He licks the cum off of his fingers, acting like he's having a dessert thanks to you, your cum covering his beautiful mouth. "Was it your first then?"
"Squirming? Yeah, fuck, definitely," you laugh a little with the pleasure that you were still feeling in every spot of your body. "Was it weird?"
"It was so hot," he laughs back. "Look at what the brat you couldn't shut up and bicker for non-stop for the whole day did to you, you loud slut. I'm sure everyone in the apartment now knows who fucked you that good."
"I wasn't allowed to call you by your name though," you pout, still acting for the game. "They still don't know."
"They can figure. If not, we can continue to fuck after this recording shit."
You gain your breathing again, and as long as you feel like you're capable to do so, you climb over the bed where Jungkook sits, and make him move over where you were a minute before when you were moaning under his touch.
"I want to suck your dick, Jungkook," you say, knowingly mentioning his name. He was going to edit the record anyway, so he could just take off the part when you said his names. Besides, the recording must include two orgasms—one with music and one without the music. So you were guessing that he would just use the times when his dick is buried deep inside of you. "I want to feel it deep down in my throat. Will you let me suck it babyboy?"
He was taking a back, eyes widen as his eyebrows go up with your sudden role change. "Did you call me babyboy?" He asked, mimicking your way of saying it. Jungkook liked being dominant, in every way that he can, actually—and he haven't acted in a submissive role for so, so long now. Albeit, he liked how you used the tone you've never used since all of the play now, and all of a sudden you're up on him and begging in a way that you're the one who says the rules there. He likes it, he likes it too much.
"I did," you whisper into his ears as you push him to the mattress, finding your place on his lap where you can feel the hardness of his cock. "Now, babyboy, do you want me to take of the problem with your cock, because it keeps rubbing itself to my pussy. I think he needs attention. Use your words."
"Oh, fuck, baby, yes!" Jungkook whines as his dick getting harder and harder beneath your naked pussy.
You quickly go up to take off his pants to reveal him but as long as you touch the sides of his sports pants, you stop and stare at him. "I said use your words, describe what you want. I don't think yes is an option here, babyboy. I'm getting mad here, you know?"
He was surprised, his mouth agape with your sudden change of attitude. "Please suck my cock. Take it, deepthroat it, do something, please!"
You laugh to how tables can be turned in seconds, and it was a perfect view of Jungkook laying desperately for your touch, making you wetter and wetter again. "Okay, since you screamed out so loudly..."
You grab onto his pants' sides, pulling them over with his boxer as well, only to be welcomed by his thick, erected member which was coated by the pre-cum because of all the rubbing it did, and even maybe your dirty talking and him coating with your cum made his this way. You don't know, nor care and you don't waste any time to grab his dick between your hands, throbbing it a few times to use his pre-cum as a cream, sloppy sounds echoing in the small room while you keep your pace. All, of course, was to make him ready to have your tongue on it. So when you do start to lick his cock's head, he lets outs a loud groan and his head falls back to the pillow. "F-fuck, baby, your tongue feels amazing."
"Mhh," you moan, your tongue still playing with the head, your eyes having a wonderful view of his hardened cock, all ready for you to release. You start with his length and lick all the way to the up, and when you're on the top of his dick for the third time in one minute, you surprise him with tucking all of the length—in once—to your throat. "F-fuck!" He screams in a delightful way that makes you think that you're doing good. "Babyy, do that again, p-please."
"Do what babyboy?" You tease Jungkook. One of your hand capturing his balls, massaging to them as he moans and moans in a loud way again. "Words. Remember?"
"F-fuck," he whines desperately. "Get it all the way in, please. Take all of my cock like you did, baby."
"Mhh, fine, then." You lean over to his dick again, and all of a sudden you take it into your mouth, this time as deep as you can. He notices how deeper you're trying to go and he appreciates that. His sweet little noises becoming deeper and huskier with you trying to go deep with him. He peeks to your wrecked frame, your eyes getting teary with his cock hitting your throat. Jungkook swears that it's the most beautiful scene he ever saws in his entire life, and he never wants it to end.
"Ba-baby," he manages to say. "I'll come if you don't stop doing that. And I, I really want to come into your pussy today."
You don't know if it's because he saw you getting a hard time there, or if it was really that he wanted to come into you, (sure, he could just come twice but anyway) but you appreciated when he suddenly takes his cock of off from your mouth and toss you over to the mattress where he is now upon you.
"Your domination is now over, babygirl."
Or it was just because five minutes of being submissive was enough for him for a lifetime or so. You don't mind at all, as long as you liked being dominant in time to time—you liked being submissive more, with Jungkook anyway. And you're again, full of appreciation when he finally opens that bra of yours to toss it over to the side. Jungkook likes playing your breasts, more, your nipples. He likes how easy the formula is, the more you pinch and pull and toss the nipple, they are more sensitive—and needy, to be exact. So he keeps doing that while getting a condom from his drawer. He fondly opens the package and wears it—he doesn't like to use one, though since it's a one-time thing, he knows that he must be careful. (But he'll be very happy if you guys can do one without a condom, even if it's later)
"Do you think you can do two more orgasms, babygirl?" He dares, his one hand still playing with your breast, while the other one tastes your wetness in your pussy. "Mhh, still so, so, so wet for me," Jungkook smirks as soon as his fingers get coated with your cum from your first orgasm. "I think...with that amount of wetness, you can hold on for a three more."
Your eyes get widen. "Three? I don't th—"
Your words get interrupted as he, without any warning, finds his way into your pussy. "Agghh!" You don't hold back your screams, nor your moans and let it all out while he tries to adjust his size into you. Your sweet sounds vanish as your screams take its place in the action while he finally stops when he's satisfied with the position: your legs on top of his shoulders, back arching to the mattress.
"You okay?" He concernedly checks, and when you nod mercilessly, he takes the answer and starts to pound into you. He's slow first, still trying to find his pace, and—oh, god when he does, he never stops pounding into you like a madman.
"Y-yes, yes, yes!" You scream so loudly again while he keeps thrusting into you in an impossible way, his hands reach to your arms to pin them over to the back of the bed. That way, he thinks that he can control everything in the world. That way, he knows that he fucks you in a delightfully incredible manner, and in that way, he never wants to stop.
Your eyes roll back and close a little bit, and when Jungkook notices that, he's a little bit fumed because he wants to see your eyes when he's pounding into you this hard. He wants to see the tears that will come out from your eyes and he wants to see you while you're having your second orgasm. "Eyes on the daddy, baby." Jungkook grabs your chin to make you force to look at to his eyes. Looking directly into his deep brown eyes doesn't help you with the situation because as soon as you open your eyes, you feel your orgasm coming. The pleasure and the pain are overtaking your whole body and with his every thrust the pain vanishes and replaces with bliss.
"I'm close," you manage to say between your hard breathing. You're almost sure that he doesn't hear, but he does, but he's just close as you are that he can't answer back immediately.
"Me too, baby." He answers back as he jerks on top off you, the voices of your skin's slapping each other and screams are doing much worse that he's not going to last.
You want to get over with and try to take back one of your hands to rub your clit but as soon as he understands what you're up to, he pushes your hand away and places it where it was before. "You're coming with my cock this time, slut. You're going to scream so much that every time when I listen to this record, I will remember you bickering me about my dick and laugh with memories of that screams."
You're feeling your orgasm coming as he keeps pounding into you. "J-jun..daddy! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Come slut, scream as loud as you can so everyone will hear."
And soon enough the time slows with your second orgasm approaching, trails of fire and bliss taking over you while you dissolve into pleasure. Jungkook doesn't stop his pace, not even slows down, and he keeps his truths hard and fast, chasing his own orgasm. He doesn't come that easily, and he never thinks about slowing a little bit when you start to feel sensitive about the situation. Your sore pussy cries over the overstimulation that it received, and with every thrust, it feels more painful.
"Kook," you managed to say, hardly breathing. "It hurts."
"You can and you will take it, you loud whore," Jungkook commands. "You still have to come two more times, one with music on, remember?"
You try to relax as he keeps its pace stable, the pain slowly vanishes and leaves its place to pleasure. You stop saying anything and fall back to the pillow as you listen to his pounding sounds and moans which felt like a piece of music to your ears.
"Look at you, almost coming for the third time today while I haven't got to come once," Jungkook smirks as he fastens his movements into you. And thinking how good he was taking care of you today, you feel like you're approaching your third orgasm for the day. Between your groans and moans, Jungkook's breath sounds like he's becoming undone in seconds too. "Babygirl," he jerks as he approaches his orgasm. "I'm so close."
"Come, Jungkook," you encourage him. "Come inside me."
Jungkook's eyes getting bigger as his fresh warm cum loading the condom inside of you. You keep saying his name over and over again, (doesn't give a fuck about the record since you already got an orgasm without his name) screaming "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!" as your third orgasm takes over you.
Both of you extremely tired and out of breath, he lays down on top of you for a while to maintain his breathing. The sweat from his hair drops to your neck and face, he looks like he just got off from the shower. Little moans that escaping after the sex you just had still echoing through the room, Jungkook turns over and tosses himself next to you, you don't see but you're almost sure that he's smirking like a little brat. "We still have to do one more, for the assignment."
"Ugh, I'm so sore." You say between your still-not-stable breaths. Jungkook takes his condom off and gets up from the bed to toss it into the trash. "Can you get me something to clean?"
"Why?" He turns back with shocked eyes. "For your last orgasm, I need that wetness, babygirl."
Suddenly you feel that Tae was right about how determined Jungkook was about his grades, and now he was insisting on that assignment, and he was sure having fun with your wrecked state. "Fine," you accept. "What music we're playing?"
"I said before, I'm saying again," Jungkook sassed. "You choose."
"Mmh, the Weeknd, maybe?"
"The Weeknd it is." Jungkook approves as he gets up from the bed to turn on his computer which was connected to his speaker. He wasn't lying about how he was preparing his speaker, and it was, kind of cute that he really did charge it. "Any song?"
"I know all of their songs, play something that sounds sexy."
"Okay."
He searches for a song there, taking his time for a while, probably adding songs to queue.
"I still can't believe that you got that permission, after all, Jungkook," you admit, lying naked on his bed, coated with your own come. "We're literally recording asmr porn here."
He cracks a little, joyful laugh over the laptop. His body is leaned over his desk, the dim light slightly touches his soft skin, he's coated in his own sweat because of the mess you've created together, his hair drops to his face and sticking a little to his forehead. He looks extremely hot like this, his body giving you a great view with his toned abs and still a little hard dick. Suddenly, you think that you have to stop thinking about how gorgeous he looks because again, he's extremely dangerous for you.
No feelings attached. You remember.
So you just take your time with his god-like appearances.
That wouldn't hurt, right?
"You're lying in my bed, Jeon Jungkook's, with your hair messy and your skin sweaty, wrecked because of what I did to you a few minutes before after all of the things you've said to me earlier today and how you wouldn't ever, ever fuck with me and you still can't believe that I got the permission to record porn?" He comes to bed after opening the list he just prepared. "I think you can already figure out that I can get whatever I want."
He's not wrong, indeed, he's overly right with this one.
That the Jeon Jungkook can get whatever the hell he wants.
The song keeps going in the background, getting you into a mood already, and it's not a very hard thing when Jungkook is playing with your hair, his elbow places on the mattress and he's getting the strength he needs from it. It almost, almost, feels like a romantic scene, but again, you know that it's not what you would think. (And you don't want to think at all) So, it leaves him almost surprised when you start the round this time.
"You're getting the first record from your dick buried deep inside of me, right?" You ask as you toss over to place yourself on his lap. He helps you to find your place with his hands on your sides, Jungkook leans over the pillow for a better view of your already wrecked body.
"Mhh," he groans as a yes. "So?"
"I'm thinking the second must be like that too." You smirk as you start to rub your clit to his naked member.
He likes it too much that he gets quickly hard beneath your ass. The cums you had inside of you still there, making all of the rubbings together thing easier for you. "Buried deep inside of you? I like that." He gets one of his hand from your sides to your clit, rubbing it to make you more ready for the next one.
But you've thought something more appealing for him, so he's extremely surprised when you push his hand away and takes his cock into your hands to place into you. His opens his as much as he can, a passionate moan leaving his soft lips which you haven't kiss enough, and he's still thinking about why you would want to ride him bare?
"Baby, I haven't wear a condom." He states, but you already know.
You lean over to his lost state and kiss his lips passionately before whispering to his ears that will make him eager to answer back. "I haven't slept with anyone for a long time, I’m using birth control for over a year now, and if you used protection every time then—"
"Yes! I always use one. I haven't fucked bare for months." He's too eager to make it happen that it almost sounds cute to your ears.
"Then I want your cum inside of me this time, very deep inside, daddy, please?"
You don't have to ask again.
He helps you to have the way you're comfortable with and waits until you're all the way up. You're already out of breathing while trying to ride him, and the view of your nor his doesn't help you both with the situation. Little moans escaping your lips as you start to fasten a little bit, one of Jungkook's hand is playing with your breasts while the other one is stable on your hip to help you. "You okay?" He softly asks.
You toss your head in the back with a delightful feeling that comes with riding him. "Mhh," you moan for an answer.
Jungkook, on the other hand, takes the answer to start his thrusts into you, slowly first but never again, until he chases the fast route he wanted—which is making you breathless in a way that you can't even say anything, only sweet little (sometimes louder) moans escaping your lips. You holding onto his shoulders with every hit that he gives, and every time you almost think that he can't go any more fast and deep but every time he does. Your head can't even stay stable, and which each thrust it goes back and comes again, and one time when you come back to his gaze only to see him smirk.
He started to speak with stopping for each thrust that he made. "I...was...hoping...for...to fuck...you bare...one day," he was getting out of breath with the feeling of you riding him and that he was bare inside of you. "Got...you...well...prepared...didn't I?"
"Y-yes! D-daddy!" You were getting out of breath too as he kept fucking you viciously. "You're, mmh, so good!"
"You too, babygirl, you feel amazing like this," he kept his pace in a mad-like manner as he finds your sweet spot to pound in a much, much harder way as if that was possible to do so. You kept riding him as your hands held him tightly, finding your strength over his shoulders. He pushed back again, and again, and again—only to wreck you completely. "I fucked you for...long...time, how can you be...this tight, fuck?"
You screamed out while music bursting through your ears. "So...good, fuck, I'm...not...gonna," you managed to say, out of breath, dissolving into your pleasure again as your orgasm approaching you.
"Make a mess again...babygirl," he groaned as you spilled your cum again, this time he was able to feel them on his dick inside of you. He held you as he knew that you needed help, but still pounding into you with a feeling of your warm liquid this time, and it felt so amazing that you were all around him. You were still tight and warm, looking absolutely gorgeous on top of him, wrecked and full of sweat, your mouth still agape from the overstimulation you had today. He finds his way to the crook of your neck, first to hold you because he was a little scared that you were going to faint in some point, and two because he never get to kiss you from there and he didn't want to regret tomorrow. He kept his pace into you as his breaths go crazy, a sign for his orgasm, and a few seconds later you felt his thrust getting slower as he kept moaning and groaning in your ears while his orgasm taking over him for the second time today. (it was the best he had, though)
You felt your sleep taking over you as soon as you tossed over to be inside of the bed, but you weren't going to sleep over since it wasn't part of the deal. Albeit, you were kind of sure that at least he must give you one hour to be ready to walk or breathe again. You close your eyes for a bit, listening to the songs he chooses for the act, and when you open your eyes you see that jungkook wasn't there.
It only takes him three minutes for to come again, and you can't even open your eyes to look at him but you sure that he's there because someone is cleaning the cum inside of you. "Thank you, you didn't have to," was all you can say and even with that, you're not sure if he's able to hear it.
"You were going to regret it in the morning." He murmurs, he also having hard times with breathing as well. "Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in?"
"I can just go, you know..."
"Naked or clothed?" He doesn't listen.
"Shirt, please."
Next week, on Friday, the day you have Sound Psychology, you're a little nervous that you're going to see Jungkook again. Not that you guys had something between, not even a little bit of weirdness happened. You slept, you woke up. He was already up and got you some coffee, you chatted a little. He offered you a shower, you kindly accepted before leaving his apartment. It was, almost, normal. No weirdness. No feelings.
But for the class, you're a little nervous that you are going to see him.
So, when you enter the class, Jungkook doesn't help you with your situation when he simply greets you. "Hi, Y/N."
"Hi."
"Ready to listen to the masterpiece I've created? It took me hours to edit that, and the paper I wrote, was the best part of the assignment."
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
"Are you sure that the Professor will make us listen to that in class?"
"I mean, probably no? I asked if you want to listen though."
"Oh," your eyes get widen. "Ah, that, right."
He looks like he's a little bit broken since you weren't that hyped over the recording. Maybe he was thinking if you were regretting it, which you didn't at all, but it was just thinking of listening to your own sex sounds sounded very weird. "If you're uncomfortable with it, I can just—"
"—No, no..." You manage to say. "Um, you can maybe, send me? I don't think I can listen to that here, you know."
He laughs like he understands what you mean. "Oh? Right, sorry."
Your weird conversation gets interrupted as Professor Kim starts to talk.
"So...everyone," she starts the conversation directly looking into Jungkook's eyes. "Since everyone is exciting about Jeon's assignment, and how that went for me to grade, I would want to speak about that before the class. For ethical reasons, and how I want to keep feeding my family with my job, I'm sorry that we're not going to listen to his record, but let me say that—it was, unexpectedly interesting to hear, and well done."
You exhale a good amount of breath by knowing how you won't be listening to that in class, where everyone is seated.
"But, Jungkook, as long as I still think that you just wanted this particular subject to fool around with, you'll be surprised when I say that this is also an interesting area to study more, but I know that wasn't your intention—the human orgasm, I mean...anyway, you got an A with that assignment, and with that I think you're one of the first students in this University to get an A with a porn recording..."
You don't hear anything she says later, because the message that has been sent to your phone made your thoughts go away somewhere very, very interesting to dream about.
that dickhead: you think we can do a version 2 with my voice playing in the background
that dickhead: again, only for academic purposes
so, i haven’t proofread and all, but let me know how that goes for you!
this happens to be my first graphic smut lol
#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook smut#bts#bts jeon jungkook smut#jeon jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#bts smut#jungkook x reader
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Let Me Take You Home Tonight - Mick Mars
A/N: I see that a lot of people liked my Nikki Sixx fanfic and so I decided to make another one. I hope you enjoy!
This was inspired by one of Boston's song off of their 1976 album Boston.
L E N G T H: 1,687
W A R N I N G: Mick being soft and a gentleman.
I popped out of the shower and grabbed a dress that fits this occasion perfectly. I checked the clock; it read 7:15. I bite my lip and paced between my bedroom and bathroom. I dried my body and hair, slipping the dress onto my body as I walked back into my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and picked up the comb on that hung on the rim of the sink. I swiped the comb across parts of my hair, water dripping off the comb its teeth when it reached the ends. I moved my hair around into certain hairstyles to see what was right, but I just left it to do its own thing. I sighed as I picked up the blow dryer, sliding up the switch that was in the handle with my thumb and shacking it around my head. Setting down the machine, I looked myself in the eyes and grinned a bit; Perfect. I grabbed a pair of heels and slipped them on, buckling the tiny belt strip into a comfortable grip on my ankle. I grabbed my hand purse and went downstairs, grabbing my house and car keys and walking out the door.
I felt a nice cool breeze wash over me as I stepped out the door, I smile at its feeling against my skin. Opening the car door, I step in and set my hand purse on the passenger seat, gliding the key into the ignition and turn it, hearing the engine purr and the seat vibrating for a few seconds. I chuckled and backed up from the garage, getting onto the road and sighing, thoughts came and went through my racing mind as my hands trembled and gripped the steering wheel tighter by the few seconds. I took and deep breathe and kept my foot steady on the pedal as I drove closer and closer to the fancy restaurant I was invited to. The restaurant was quite far from my home, but I just knew he was the one for me. We meet through mutual friends and exchanged phone numbers after 2 hours of talking. He was very intriguing and kind when we met. Very smiley and optimistic. I looked ahead and saw the lights of the restaurant glisten in the star-filled night sky; I was left somewhat speechless by the beauty that was laid upon my eyes and the fact that sight was far from me left me awestruck. I sped up and parked my car in the parking lot, grabbing my hand purse and putting my keys inside.
I strode to the entrance of the establishment and carefully swung the door open, hearing slowly go back to its original state. The reservationist came up to me asked for the reservation, I gave her his name and skimmed through the decently lengthy list with her index finger and let out an "ah." She looked up at me and beckoned me to follow her, I followed and looked around as I did. This place was so lavish that I couldn't believe that I was actually here. He must have paid so much for this and in a sense, I felt bad that he spent so much money on our first date. I sat in the expensive chair that came along with the set of the extravagant dining table. "Your waiter will be with you shortly," the reservationist told me and flashed me a smile, I nodded back with a genuine smile. 5 minutes passed and I started to look at the menu, all the fine cuisine that they served was so compelling. It was a bit weird that he wasn't here yet, but we've been waiting so long to reunite. He must have gotten caught up in traffic. We spoke on the phone every day, updating each other on how we were doing at the time and what our plans were for the day and/or the week. I stared down at the silky cloth that masked the entire table, drawing little shapes its surface to kill the time.
"Good evening, Ms. What would you like to eat this evening," I looked up at the young adult.
"Oh.. I haven't made my decision yet," I sighed as I continued "come back in a few minutes, please."
"Alright, Ms.," the waiter walked off to serve someone else. I started to worry as time passed by, 5 minutes went onto becoming 10 minutes, those 10 becoming 20, so on so forth. I sighed and went back to drawing the shapes on the silk, I felt the other guests stare at me, their gaze sparking up some unwanted tension.
I took a deep breath through my nose and arose from my seat, I went up to one of the waiters and asked if they had a phone, they pointed towards the back of the building. I thanked them and let out a sigh, I walked through the organized cluster of tables, all eyes were on me, but I felt a certain pair of eyes stare at me, these staring with harder than the rest. I made it to the phone and called him. The phone rang 3 times before someone finally picked up.
"Hello?" a male voice spoke.
"James..? It's [y/n]. Where are you, it's been almost an hour."
"[y/n]... I got caught up with something, my sister gave birth. Please forgive me.." I could hear the regret and sadness in his voice.
"But, why didn't you call me to tell me? So much time could've been saved." I sighed and rubbed my forehead in distress
"I couldn't reach the phone in time, I had to be there for my sister and I felt like you were going to be mad if postponed the date..."
"James, why would I? I would be totally okay if you postponed the date. Your sister giving birth is a lot more important."
"I'll promise, I'll make it up to you..," he sighed.
"No, James, it's okay. I promise," I smiled a bit and continued "Tell your sister congratulations, goofball." He chuckled into the phone.
"Will do!" We both laughed.
"I gotta go, [y/n]," he sighed again.
"I'll call you when I get home, okay?"
"Okay, twinkle toes" we laughed again and hung up the phone.
I walked back to my seat and slightly plopped down on it. "Excuse me?" a male voice made my train of thought crash. I looked up to see an older man. "Hello? Have we met before?" I replied in confusion.
"No, we haven't, but I saw that you all alone and I'm assuming that your date didn't come. Am I correct?" I nodded and let out a bit of a chuckle.
"What's funny?" the man asked.
"He and I planned this for weeks and just now, he told me he couldn't come because his sister was giving birth, but didn't say a single thing." I saw that he shook his head, I couldn't blame him.
"What a jerk," he let out a little huff and I nodded.
"Hey, tell you what, I'll buy diner," my eyes widened.
"What? Nooo."
"Why not?"
"You don't have to spend your money on me.” He smirked and furrowed my eyebrows. A waiter came over to our table.
"Good evening to you both. What would you like to order?" the man signaled the waiter's attention to me. I batted my eyes in confusion and just read the first thing I saw on the menu. The waiter wrote it down, "It'll take about 15 minutes," I nodded with a slight blush on my face.
"What's your name?" I asked as I folded my arms.
"Mick. Yours?" He rose an eyebrow.
"[y/n]."
"[y/n].. interesting name." I smiled at the remark.
"Thank you. So, Mick, what do you do?"
"I play in a band."
"Do you? What's the name?"
"Mötley Crüe."
"I've been hearing that band on the radio a lot."
Mick and I continued to ask and answer each other's questions and shared some laughs, time really does fly by when you're having fun. A waiter came to our table and set down the dish, "enjoy, Ms." I nodded with a warm smile as a thank you.
"Eat up, [y/n]." I nodded and began to eat, taking small bites of the dish. I could feel his gaze on me; oddly, I felt quite comfortable with him watching me, it was somewhat warm. Even though we just meet each other almost an hour ago, I feel like we've known each other for a lifetime. I looked up at Mick and saw that he stared at me in patience, with 1/4 of my meal being eaten, I stopped.
"Mick.."
"Yes, [y/n]?"
"Why are you doing this?" He took sighed and looked me dead in the eye.
"Your date was postponed and I didn't want you to go home upset and on an empty stomach. I know we don't really each other, but I sort of felt the need to do this."
"Wow, Mick.. thank you," he nodded. We sat there in silence, blocking out all the noise from around us and only focusing on ourselves. I looked at the clock on the wall and bit my lip, fuck, it's already 10:23. I broke the silence and stood up from my seat "Fuck, it's getting really late. I have to go now. It's been great meeting you, Mick. Thank you so much for the diner and company," Mick quickly stoop up.
"Wait! Let me take you home tonight, please," I stopped in my tracks and looked into his eyes.
"Why..?" a small blush developed on my cheeks.
"Just want you to be safe out there,"
"G-good point,"
Mick signaled a waiter over to the table, the waiter held a small black plastic tin and placed it down. I saw Mick take out his wallet and place a 100 bill on the tin, the waiter picked the tin and nodded.
"Have a great night," the waiter walked off. I turned to Mick, "come on, let's get you home, darling," he smiled and we began to walk out of the restaurant together.
#motley crue x reader#motley crue#motley crue imagine#mick mars#mick mars imagine#mick mars x reader#imagine
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The adventures of Super Nathan 4 - Chap 6
Chapter 6
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29003949/chapters/71758413
https://www.wattpad.com/1021800457-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-4-chapter-6
The school was over and the first graders were getting out of the schoolhouse. Nathalie was accompanied by Cody, Rouven, Elliot, and Eireen out of the building.
„Do you all give your parents the homework to check?“ Questioned Eireen looking at the boys, that walked beside her.
„Doesn‘t Mrs. Donner do that?“ Questioned Rouven looking at her cousin.
„I‘m just curious to know if we should do that or not,“
„My mom suggested to me, that I should show it at home my homework after it is done. So they can correct me,“ Elliot added earning a nod from Nathalie.
„My dad said I could ask for help when I need it,“ Nathalie mentioned.
„Mrs. Lavillant…..well I mean my mom told me the same,“ Eireen pointed out. „I won‘t need to be afraid,“
„Our parents want the good for us. They‘re the most important persons for us,“ Cody added, then he looked along with the kids at the road where a few cars stood to take them home and Cody waved at a brunette man, which stood in front of a small car. „My grandfather is here to take me home,“
„And there‘s my dad,“ Nathalie pointed out at a small SUV where she saw her dad in front of the steering wheel and behind him, Rose Lavillant looked out waving at the brunette girl. „And your mother too,“
„Okay“ Eireen commented, then Nathaniel got out and opened the door behind him.
„Hey, your mother is coming with us to visit Nathalie‘s mother in the hospital. You can get into the car if you want to,“ Nathaniel introduced earning a nod from the girl, which got into the car followed by Nathalie afterward Nathaniel got back into the car and drove away.
„How was school?“ Questioned Rose. „Have you learned something new?“
„We learned how to spell and to connect words we know from our day,“ Eireen responded. „And in Math, we used the…..we had in Math to add a number to another one to find its solution,“
„Oh very well,“ Rose complimented.
„Oh, I know what you mean…..I only know we called it in German plus rechnen, before we used addition later in the second grad…...or we knew this before. I don‘t remember exactly,“ The redhead said making Rose chuckle.
„It‘s almost over 20 years ago we were in the first grade, but be happy to know how to add numbers,“ Rose added earning a nod from the childhood friend.
„Nathalie, what else have you two done at the school besides Math?“
„We could spell our name on a sheet and paint it,“ Nathalie responded. „We all have used our full name on it,“
„Oh and did your spell our family name right?“ Nathaniel asked earning a nod from the daughter.
„Yes with a TZ,“ Nathalie responded. „K-U-R-T-Z-B-E-R-G,“
„Ah great, mamma will be proud of you,“ Nathaniel commented making Nathalie smile.
„Is she now awake?“ Questioned Nathalie making Nathaniel shrug his shoulders.
„I suppose. I was more on thinking on passing by to see how she is,“
„She will don‘t worry Nath,“ Rose assured patting Nathaniel on his shoulder.
„Oh boy do you know, what you just made me think of?“ Nathaniel asked making the blonde shake her head. „The last time before Lila left for her work she touched me right there as I drove her to the airport,“
„Wow right there?“ Rose asked grabbing Nathaniel gently on his arm making him nod.
„Yes…..hey stop it, you‘re making me feel depressed,“ Nathaniel complained making Rose chuckle.
„Okay I‘ll do it,“ Rose stated looking further at the road, as they were reaching the bridge to head to the hospital.
Later on, the quartet walked along the corridor to head to the room of Lila Kurtzberg, where Nathaniel was yesterday to see her.
„Was this the hospital, where I was born?“ Nathalie asked grabbing her father on his jacket, then he shook his head.
„Actually not. It was another one,“ Nathaniel answered. „Why?“
„I thought this was the one,“
„No, but you can ask your mother later. Maybe she can tell you it exactly,“ Nathaniel mentioned then noticed Rose snort as she remembered something.
„Oh didn‘t you complain on that day, that Lila almost broke your hand?“ Questioned Rose making Nathaniel snicker at the comment.
„Yeah well, it was really painful. I did not expect her grip would be so tight during labor,“ Nathaniel admitted. „But everything went well luckily and we‘ve got her in our life,“ Commented the father placing his hand behind Nathalie‘s head.
„Your mommy and daddy were so excited when you were born Nathalie. That was one of the best moments of their life,“ Rose commented nudging the girl on her arm making her nod.
„It‘s that door behind the chairs there. No. 235“ Nathaniel noticed stopping in front of the chairs, then he looked back at Rose and the two girls gazing at him.
„Is it that room?“ Asked Rose glimpsing over Nathaniel‘s shoulder to Lila lying in the bed stretching her arms while yawning making Rose smile. „Nath, she‘s awake,“ Rose mentioned pushing him carefully into the patient room and the kids followed the woman and Nathaniel stopped in front of the bed along with Rose, then he looked back at her unsure about what to do.
„What do I say?“ Nathaniel asked making Rose cackle.
„Just say hello“ Rose responded. „You‘re acting like it‘s the first time you‘re going to talk to her,“
„Well it sort of is…...after the accident you know,“ Nathaniel responded a little unsure, then Rose moved Nathaniel closer to the bed and smiled as Lila opened her eyes to see the two in front of her.
„H…..Hey Lila. Ho…..how are you?“ Nathaniel began watching the woman move her arms aside feeling tensed from the entire day of lying.
„Good afternoon…..you‘re the…...“
„The…….“Nathaniel spoke after her waiting for her to continue.
„The chef doctor, right?“ Lila asked making Nathaniel raise his left eyebrow.
„Uh no. I‘m Nathaniel,“
„Nathaniel the chef doctor,“ Lila finished. „You were here this morning to ask me how I was doing,“
„Okay now I‘m confused,“ Nathaniel mentioned, then Rose leaned down next to Nathaniel to look into Lila‘s eyes.
„Hey Lila, do you know me?“ Questioned the blonde watching the brunette analyze her and shake her head.
„No ma‘am. I don‘t think I have seen you before,“ Lila responded making Rose look perplexed at the answer.
„Okay…..wait a minute…….do you know this girl here with the brown hair?“ Rose asked moving her index finger, so Nathalie approached the adult carefully. „You must know your little girl here Lila, right?“
„Aww whose that little girl here?“ Questioned Lila placing her hand on Nathalie‘s cheek making her furrow her eyebrows getting slowly confused as Rose.
„Uh Nathalie?“ The daughter responded rolling her eyes at Nathaniel which was getting worried about the situation.
„Uh…..don‘t you remember our daughter?“ Nathaniel asked making Lila shake her head.
„Sorry, sir I don‘t have any kids. At least so far I know,“ Lila responded making Nathaniel widen his eyes.
„Shit,“ Nathaniel mumbled making Lila stare in shock at the redhead.
„Sir, you‘re cussing in front of children,“ Lila commented at the words of her husband.
„Will you stay here? I will see if there‘s a doctor around,“ Rose said walking out of the patient room, then Eireen looked at Nathalie, which stared at her mother, which looked confused at the shocked Nathaniel and held out her hand to the girl.
„Does it make you feel better if I give you a hug?“ Eireen asked making Nathalie shrug her shoulders and give the young girl a hug.
„You really don‘t remember anything?“ Nathaniel asked making Lila shake her head. „We‘re…...wait a moment,“ Nathaniel said taking out his smartphone and he showed her an image of the two sitting on a bench with Nathalie sitting on the lap of Nathaniel having her head leaned on Lila‘s shoulder.
„Oh Nathalie indeed is your daughter,“ Lila commented earning a nod from the redhead.
„Yeah and you‘re…..well….you‘re the…..“ Nathaniel tried to explain, then he heard the voice of a foreign man and he looked at the entrance to see a brunette doctor get into the room along with Rose.
„Good afternoon Lila, I see you have met some new faces today,“ The doctor began and stopped beside Nathaniel. „Do you recognize them?“
„This is the chief doctor Nathaniel….right?“ Lila asked making the doctor shake his head.
„No, that‘s me,“ The doctor responded. „I‘m Nathaniel Brunn,“ Explained the chef making Lila nod.
„And who‘s that?“ Lila asked confused.
„Well he must be your life partner,“ The doctor answered earning a nod from Nathaniel.
„But I don‘t remember seeing him in my life before. I haven‘t gotten married yet,“ Lila countered making the doctor nod.
„I see. You know after the accident from yesterday you‘ve hurt your head and we may need to do another analysis again. I‘ve got an idea, what you might have,“
„Okay when is the exam?“ Questioned Lila watching the man look at his list.
„I will need to inform them about you. I will come back later again, Mr. Kurtzberg and your friend can come with me out there,“ The doctor asked watching Nathaniel move further along with Rose and the kids, then all looked at the doctor waiting for him to talk.
„Did she lose her memory or something?“ Nathaniel asked earning a nod from the doctor.
„It‘s not 100% confirmed, but we‘re going to make the exams to make sure this is the case and to find anything else we may have lost yesterday,“
„Okay, and if she‘s got amnesia, how long does it usually take her to remember things? How can we help her through it?“ Rose asked watching Nathaniel place his arm behind Nathalie‘s back. „And how do we explain this to her kid…...well I mean hers and Nathaniel‘s,“
„Can take weeks, sometimes it can also take months. The most important thing is to not do it all at once on the same day. You should do it more….. in a routine. For example, imagine she doesn‘t know how to put a washing machine to work. Explain it to her step by step, do it the next day or the next hour again, wait and see if she knows it on her own or not. I will first make sure she gets to do the exam, later on, we will discuss it and I‘ll hand you out a brochure or two on how to handle persons with amnesia,“
„Okay,“ Nathaniel responded making the doctor nod and move further leaving the friends of Lila back. Nathaniel went down on his knees and grabbed his daughter on the shoulders. „Okay, so…….Nathalie your mommy is okay, she just will need to do a few tests to see how she‘s doing,“ Nathaniel explained, then looked up at Rose which nodded and went down on her knees too.
„Your mommy is fine. She has gotten from the accident a little problem in her head with remembering her life, us, your dad, and even you. It will be a little different for us in the next past few weeks. She will not be able to know exactly who we are for the next time and it‘s important for us to not make her feel scared or anything if we want to do things we used to do,“
„We still can do some things with her as long as she wants or allows it. It‘s just…..because of the accident, that she doesn‘t know that we‘re her family,“
„Okay,“ Nathalie responded neutrally.
„Also she won‘t remember me, Eireen, Kagami, Adrien, Luka…..,“
„I don‘t even know her….,“ Eireen commented making Rose giggle.
„Yes you‘re right, you don‘t,“ Rose mentioned. „You will,“
„Yes Rose and hopefully she‘ll get to meet the Lila we know,“ Nathaniel added earning a nod from the friend.
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Hey, do you have any fics where Deku calms Bakugo down from a panic attack or some sort of anger episode? Or vise versa?
I payed more attention to fics that focused solely on the requested idea or had multiple scenes of it. (and boy was there a decent amount!) If you know of longer fics that include this idea (even if it’s your own XD) feel free to reblog or reply with them so people can find them in the notes c:
-Jay
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Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie( T | 51,597 | 20/20 )
Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn’t expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.
SeriesPart 1 of Dark Side of Space
[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Past Abuse | Self-Harm]
Can We Not? by vulcanhighblood( T | 32,740+ | 17/? )
Journalist Midoriya Izuku stumbles across Ground Zero brutalizing a vending machine. Unfortunately, he can’t just walk away from a Pro Hero in dire need of caffeine. So when a hero on the brink shakes him down for coffee, only to offer a coffee date in return…? Well, he doesn’t refuse. (He does, however, get said hero’s number, and ends up spending a lot more time with him than could have been predicted based on that first encounter.)
Grief Counseling by Merrywetherweather( E | 48,279 | 19/19 )
Katsuki remembered the first time he had failed to save someone, watched helplessly in horror as an elderly man had been crushed beneath the girth of a thrown car. He had already propelled himself forward to grab a small boy when he noticed, too late, the car fly by overhead. Two other heroes had been on the scene at the time and had assured him.
There was nothing that could have been done.
Most of class 1-A had already gone through a similar experience. The only one left with a clean track record in the rescue department had been Deku.
Well, except for today.
A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.
[PSTD | Panic Attacks]
Dream Sweet in Sea Major by showtiime ( M | 122,562 | 22/22 )
The day of the Hero Incident ends much more horribly than anyone could’ve imagined, but only Izuku knows that. He thinks as long as he forces himself to push through it that he can get over it, but of course, that’s not how things go. His mom, friends, teachers, and even his childhood friend-turned-rival take note of his odd behavior and try to help, but he refuses to talk about what really happened. How long and how thin will Bakugou’s patience go until Izuku finally confides and accepts the help he needs?
(in this fic, Shigaraki takes more from Izuku than he should’ve, Katsuki comes with the class that day at the mall, and there are still finals to be taken. Plenty can happen in only five to six weeks.)
(playlist)
[Rape/Non-Con | Underage | Abuse | Dissociation | PTSD | Panic Attacks | Suicide Attempt | Self-Harm]
Paper Moons and Glass Stars by Soundsoftherain( M | 82,948 | 18/18 )
The last time Katsuki had seen that mess of green hair had been during the summer after their first year of middle school, a boy sculpted from the purest sunlight sadly waving goodbye as he moved away.
That had been seven years ago.
Now that mop of wild curls was straddling his lap while scantily clad in black, leaving little to the imagination. The shy boy he once knew was now the star of Paper Moon, a strip club he’d been unwillingly dragged to by his friends. But through the muffled music one thought overwhelmed the raging whirlpool of his mind.
…What the actual fuck?
SeriesPart 1 of Glass Stars
[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Panic Attacks | Stalking]
be loved by bonnia( T | 5,403 | 1/1 )
They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.
“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”
(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)
[Panic Attacks | PTSD]
2,645 Miles by mynameis152( E | 131,839 | 38/38 )
Izuku wants so badly to get to the other side of the country without his parents realizing he’s missing. He just wants to find out who he is.
Katsuki is desperate to make it to Los Angeles without being caught by the police, desperate to fix his mistakes.
Neither know what to expect, but on a roadtrip across the U.S. involving four fugitives, two oblivious runaways, a high risk crime ring, and a police taskforce, the two will discover that there’s more in store for them than what they originally thought.
SeriesPart 1 of Guide Me Home To You
[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Panic Attacks | Attempted Sexual Assault]
As One by semiautomatichearts( G | 2,508 | 1/1 )
Katsuki knows Izuku as he knows himself, as he knows the worn pages of a treasured book, the creases within his own hand.
He sees when something is wrong, and reaches across abyssal expanses, past the maw of his own pride, and he heals.
[Panic Attacks]
What’s up danger by The_Crafty_Cracker( M | 2,220 | 1/1 )
Because apparently,The fic where Deku punches a bigoted entailed asshole Alpha in the face wasn’t an appropriate title.
Poor Katsuki has his handful with his mate nearly getting arrested, again!
P.S there is also a joke about a quiche.
Super Mario Maker by Pop_Rocks (v_love)( E | 3,734 | 1/1 )
Midoriya is smart, and a nerd, meaning that when the entire class decided to take on the aspect of buying Super Mario Maker for the collection of games in the common area that he became sort of a living legend when it came to designing the levels.
Some were just joyous well designed little prank-type levels, others were difficult — but not impossible — and the rest? Well, those were impossible.
For all but one.
His Kacchan.
————
In which Bakugou rages.
SeriesPart 4 of Kacchan and Deku’s Shenanigans
Out Of Darkness by Arrival_Of_Dawn ( M | 78,364+ | 18/? )
Izuku Midoriya is legally dead for forty two minutes at the hands of a new villain, Nightmare. They are the longest forty two minutes as Izuku finds himself trapped in his own personal hell. He may have come back from nightmare induced death, but that does not mean the nightmares are gone. They haunt him at any given moment and neither he nor anyone else knows how to save him.
[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Panic Attacks]
Twenty-Four by SharkbaitSekki( T | 15,874 | 1/1 )
Izuku gets himself kidnapped, and Katsuki is dragged into it with him as they face villains with particularly terrifying illusion Quirks.
It ends up being a living nightmare, but Katsuki can’t bring himself to regret following Izuku into it all. Because between the pain and the terror, between the lies and the illusions, between life and death, at least they can always hang onto one another. Even if everything else is fake, they know that they will always be real.
[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]
Chapter 26 of an entire month for the broccoli boy and the shouty boy by Kasplode( T | 23,200 | 30/30 )
Acute fear pollutes his body, concentration increasing exponentially with each shallow inhale he breathes.
Deku, standing just in front of him, knocks at the familiar door to Midoriya Inko’s apartment.
They’re having dinner with her tonight. Introducing Katsuki as Deku’s boyfriend.
[Panic Attacks]
Someone to Stay by Maru_Chan( M | 5,462 | 1/1 )
He hears Izuku’s jeering laughter again and even when he can’t see him any longer, his last words ring loud on Katsuki’s ears, heavy and final like a sentence.
“Goodbye Kacchan, maybe you can try again in your next life”
And then everything is dark again.
It’s dark, he’s cold, he’s numb and he’s alone.
And it’s everything he deserves.
[Panic Attacks | PTSD]
saltwater fears & saltwater tears by writedeku( T | 4,540 | 1/1 )
It’s not that Katsuki hasn’t hurt people before, but this is the first time he’s seen something so irrevocable. So tangible. Izuku will look back, ten, twenty years from now, and he’d still see the scar in the mirror, and still be a scared little boy in pain all over again, crying in the hallways.
(The middle is a time that makes Katsuki feel proud and ashamed, all at once.)
SeriesPart 3 of the saltwater saga
[Bullying | Past Abuse | Panic Attacks]
What’s Mine But Only You Can Have? by masteremeraldholder
( T | 9,480 | 1/1 )
“What’s mine… but only you can have?”
Deku’s face softens, his eyes wide, mouth a little ‘o’. Baku’s stomach turns, maybe he shouldn’t have said it, maybe he should’ve listened to the quirk-stealers and kept his fucking mouth shut, but he knows that he couldn’t have even if he tried.
He’ll never get tired of Deku and his annoying antics, his patient nature, his shit ton of freckles, and if that’s what it means to love someone, then he’s gladly in it with Deku.
SeriesPart 2 of Schizophrenic Bakugou
[Panic Attacks | Self-Harm | Ableism]
Words to Never Say by InkspillsNotebook( T | 2,586 | 1/1 )
Regardless of how much time has passed, Izuku is still unable to hear those words without fearing that he’s lost the most important person in his life.
SeriesPart 7 of Drabble Expansion Pack
[Panic Attacks]
[Abandoned] Chapter 4 of Angry Kids by MrJokerBoy( T | 9,251 | 12/? )
Deku has a nervous breakdown and here comes Kacchan to the rescue
[Panic Attacks]
Chapter 1 of Things You Said: Bakugou/Midoriya by AutisticWriter( T | 3,100 | 2/2 )
A collection of one shots written for a prompt list.
[Self-Harm | Ableism | Transphobia]
{Curator’s Note: This chapter depicts Bakugou assisting Midoriya through a meltdown, not an anger episode or panic attack.}
A Classical Storm by oceanswrath( T | 1,400 | 1/1 )
In that moment only the two of them existed, a force to be reckoned with greater than the storm raging outside.
[Panic Attacks]
The Bonds that bind by EloFromMars( E | 2,818 | 1/1 )
Izuku is excited, tonight is their anniversary. He had planned everything. Or so he thought.
[PTSD | Panic Attacks]
Only Us by yoichipines( T | 3,105 | 1/1 )
“What if it’s you, and what if it’s me and what if that’s all that we needed to be and the rest of the world falls away…what do you say?”
A Katsudeku fanfic very much inspired by ‘Only Us’ by Laura Dreyfuss and Ben Platt? Sign me tf up!
[Panic Attacks]
No Matter What by Empress Explosion Murder (LdyFcknNoir)( M | 4,393 | 1/1 )
BNHA Angst Week Day Seven: Roses/Time
-or-
“I-I’ve failed you… He escaped.” Katsuki rasped out.
Any remaining strength in Izuku’s body fled, and he melted to the ground on legs that were no longer able to hold him up. His body began to tremble violently, his teeth cracking together with the force of his shaking. Black edged around his vision as he couldn’t pull any oxygen into his lungs, air rent from his lungs completely with just five words.
SeriesPart 7 of BNHA Angst Week
[Past Rape/Non-con | Panic Attacks]
Yeah I’ve Got Issues by Abitginger( T | 2,782 | 1/1 )
One-shot written for BakuDeku month of wonder, day 2:festival/apology. A little late but such is life ~
Izuku and Katsuki go on an undercover mission at a festival.
[Panic Attacks]
to be made of flesh and steel by bluntforcedrama, gutsdumpster( T | 635 | 1/1 )
Bakugou learns his triggers, his tics. He’s kind of psychic actually since he tends to know when something is about to happen. Or maybe it’s Izuku’s fault for making it so glaringly obvious: he gets nervous, hands twitching more than usual as his eyes follow any sudden movement around him. Sometimes his breathing becomes labored and he swallows down more inhales than exhales and Bakugou will have to thread his fingers with Izuku’s, as if to say calm down, I’m here.
Or: Izuku is an ex-soldier struggling with the mental and physical repercussions of such heavy combat, and although Bakugou doesn’t know exactly what it’s like, he’ll still do everything he can to help.
[Panic Attacks | PTSD | Implied/Referenced Homophobia]
I know you wanna (slip under my armor) by Herbalmint( T | 3,528 | 1/1 )
Life just keeps developing new ways of beating Bakugo down. (Katsuki has a panic attack)
[Panic Attacks | Dissociation]
In Your Arms by EmbretheWorld( T | 3,771 | 2/2 )
Bakugo’s freaking out, and no one really knows what to do, but Yagi and Aizawa are really grateful that Midoriya is there. And Aizawa is really good at comforting people too.
SeriesPart 3 of You Melt My Heart
[Panic Attacks]
Chapter 2 & Chapter 7 of Standing Together (Pride Month) by EmbretheWorld( M | 17,972 | 29/29 )
This book will be filled with multiple ships that I will write and post on a daily for Pride Month. Each chapter will be based on a prompt. Hope you enjoy!
I ended this book early because I couldn’t find any motivation to write in it anymore.
SeriesPart 6 of You Melt My Heart
[Panic Attacks]
Anxiety by MistyBlueJay( T | 3,530 | 1/1 )
Izuku and Katsuki go to the mall, the Bakusquad joins them in a mini shopping trip. It’s a crowded day and Izuku falls behind, panic ensues.
[Panic Attacks]
In Weakness there is Strength by DarcyIncarnate( Not Rated | 3,011 | 1/1 )
Five times Izuku breaks and Katsuki picks up the peices, and one time Katsuki isn’t there to help.
[Panic Attacks]
#bakudeku#katsudeku#BNHA#bkdkfl ask#long post#w:rape#w:violence#g:angst#g:HC#t:suicide#t:s#t:sh#t:panic#t:ptsd#t:bullying#t:pa#t:abuse#t:homophobia#t:dissociation#t:ableism#hc:emo#hc:badday#hc:nightmares#curator jay
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A Million Different Kisses- Shawn Mendes
AN: Heyyy, it me, im back with some Shawn Mendes for you guys :) this is purely fluff btw
Word Count: 1700 (roughly)
TW: None, like stated above, purely fluff
Shoutout? yes, obvs to @burncrashbromance for being the absolute G and proofreading for me
Your first kiss with Shawn comes unexpectedly. Not because you don’t want it, but it all happens so fast that you almost forget to react. You are at one of his hockey games, a really important one. It has all of the college scouts and important people. And as you watch Shawn step into the role of captain, you get more and more hypnotised by the way he skates across the ice rink, leading an offensive or pushing for the rest of the team to go back to defensive. But most of all, you can see him watching you every time he scores.
As his best friend, you have been to almost all of his games, and this one looks so good on him, better than all the others. And still you don’t realise how your proud smile affects him. How your jumping up when he either assists or scores makes him all warm inside. When the tense game full of body checks and bruises ends, and he and his team come out as the victors, all he can think of is you.
Per usual you head for the exit, with Aliyah in tow still talking about how epic the game was as you walk towards the wardrobes.
“Wanna wait here with me?”
It’s a statement, but it comes out as more of a question, and you’re even more surprised when she shakes her head.
“Nahh, I’ll wait in the car, if that’s alright by you?” She says with a glint in her eyes.
“Sure, just don’t put the keys in the ignition, it drains the battery.” You tell her as you hand her the keys to your hopeless, old car.
Shortly after she has walked away, your phone vibrates with a new message from Shawn.
-Come out to the rink?
You find your way to the main entrance, only to see Shawn stuck in conversation with what looks like an important suited up man.
Silently you stand by and watch as the last of the stragglers file out of the arena, and it’s only Shawn, his coach and you left, with the important looking man. When you see them shake hands for the last time, you slowly walk over to him.
“Good game Mendes!”
At once he turns around and sees you, and you see that he has changed out of his match clothes, except for the jersey. He quickly runs up to you, take you in his arms and spins you around, enticing giggles from you. It has to be his favourite sound in the world. When he finally sets you down, he keeps his arms around your waist. And for a second there is something that looks like hesitation in his eyes, before his hands wander up to your face. You are about to ask him if there is anything wrong as his eyes flicker between yours. Then he carefully leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.
And for a second he feels your entire body stiffen, like he feared, and he is about to pull away, but then he feels your hands cover his. You stand up on the tip of your toes to reach better. You build up the courage to deepen the kiss, but the vibrating in your back pocket distracts you.
“Mmh, Shawn-” You try to pull away, and he starts to smile against your lips.
“Yeah, just- one more” He says in between soft, short kisses.
Putting your hands on his chest, you push him slightly away to pull up your phone. When you see Aaliyah's contact photo, you quickly swipe answer.
“Yes, we’ll be there in a second”.
“If you say so, lovebirds”.
She answers back and hangs up.
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On a hot summer day, you and Shawn, after a month into the relationship, are finally going out on your first official date. He decided to take you somewhere completely different than the skate rink. So the beach it is. Of course he would choose the beach, he is too much of a boy not to.
So you throw on a nice fitting bikini and head to the beach, in his car this time, since yours finally broke down and currently is in the shop. When you get there, it is already filled with people. However, he manages to convince you to go just a little further, behind a rock formation, until you find a perfectly secluded part, where you lay down your blankets.
“Wanna go for a swim?” He asks as he pulls off his t- shirt.
“Yeah, sure” You answer as you copy his actions and start to strip of your singlet and shorts.
Before you’re done, he has run into the ocean, plunging himself under as you near the shore. Carefully you walk until you’re waist deep and goosebumps have risen on your skin.
“God it’s cold”.
Shawn smiles at you as he swims closer, with a glint in his eyes. You recognise it as a mischievous look, and slowly start backing up towards the sand again.
“Why are you backing away babe?”
And you can just tell that he is up to no good.
Swiftly he jumps up and brings his arms forwards, making the cold water hit you like a wall. And you freeze in place, letting all the water drip down on you as he laughs his ass off. At least until you gather yourself and take a good look at him, with his mouth open as he laughs and water is dripping down his chiseled frame. It all stops when you send a wall of water for him yourself, making him cough as he gets water in his mouth.
“You’re gonna pay for that, so hard”.
That’s how you spend the next 20 minutes, just splashing each other and trying to shove the other underneath the surface. You stop for a second when you find yourself in his arms, his cheeks coloured pink and smile broad.
“Did you know you’re really cute?”
You tell him as you press a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, and the tint to his cheeks spreads down his neck. He gives your nose a quick peck.
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Shawn is tired when he comes home from practice. You can tell by the way his shoulders slump and the bag full of hockey gear stays on the hallway floor.
Three months have passed and both of you have just started college. Luckily you got into the same one, even though you would have given long distance a chance.
“You good babe?” You ask as your nose is buried in a book about human anatomy. It’s not that you don’t care, but anatomy is possibly the worst subject.
“Noo, I have another essay to hand in and I haven’t even started it”.
At this you get up and walk into the tiny kitchen to look at him, properly.
“Have you started it?” The inquiry is quiet as you start to reheat the dinner from last night for him, as he takes big gulps of water from a glass.
“No, that’s the worst part, i forgot about it, until before practice”, He almost groans.
The microwave dings, and you retrieve the plate and put it in his hands.
“Well, eat first, then work on your essay, sound like a plan?”
He nods, and starts to practically inhale his dinner. You sit back down at the table and look at him as he is trying to both pull his laptop out of his bag and eat at the same time. Smiling to yourself, you look down at your own schoolwork. After a while of sitting quietly, with only the tapping of keyboard keys making noise, you feel something stroke past your calf. And it would be cheesy to say, but you could feel your shoulders drop, the frown on your forehead cease, all because he gave you a simple touch. A few more hours pass, and you finish your work.
“Hey, I’m gonna head to bed, if you don’t need anything”, You yawn.
“Okay, I’ll just put in my last sources and then I’ll be there”, is the response you get.
Placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, you walk to the bathroom to finish your nightly routine. Leaving the light on in your bedroom, you scroll through tomorrow’s schedule as you fall down on the bed, and crawl under the covers.
You’re almost asleep when the bed dips beside you. A sure sign that Shawn has finally put away his laptop. He bounces you, unintentionally, a few more times, before his arms snake around your waist. You turn around in his embrace until you’re facing him and put an arm over his waist. You fall asleep like that, with his arms around you and lips on your forehead. And if you wake up like that too, it’s nobody’s business besides yours.
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Shawn gets up early in the morning for a jog almost every day. Today is no exception. However he always gets back to you, so he can drive the both of you to campus at 10 am, each tuesday.
When he has showered and you are still eating breakfast, he asks what you’ve got scheduled for the day, when you answer just classes, he smiles.
In the car you play music while he jams along, of course in his new Jeep. You both sold your old cars to get one newer, but it all works out. Arriving is always a bother, at least when Shawn is, well, Shawn. The best freshman hockey player in ages. When he parks the car, you both get out, fetch your backpack from the back seats and head for the right buildings.
Time comes for both of you to split ways and head to your respective classes. You’re two steps away when he calls out for you.
“What?”
“I forgot to kiss you goodbye”, he says with a fake pout.
“Come here then, idiot”, you answer with fond sass.
He places himself in front of you, and much like your first kiss, he places both hands on the sides of your face and pull you towards him. Meeting him in the middle you kiss him back and just when you think he is going to deepen the kiss, he pulls away with a wink, and saunters off to class. There are a million different kisses in your relationship, but these are the ones you will always cherish.
#shawn mendes#shawn blurb#shawn fluff#shawn fic#shawn#mendes#shawn drabble#shawn imagine#shawn preference#shawn mendes imagine#shawn mendes blurb
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i graduated.
i graduated yesterday from MIT!! with a BS in computer science and engineering :) a few of my friends and i celebrated over zoom with my mom in the background as they played video after video on the commencement live stream while only taking 10 minutes to scroll through our names lmao. the ceremony was done and done after 12pm PST, and i spent the rest of the days watching suits.
cw: protests, police brutality
I wanted to spend a good amount of this post talking about how it feels to graduate and what I’ve learned over the past 4 years. I’m still going to do that, but I want to start with how I felt this morning, as I watched protest videos on Twitter and tapped through an endless stream of call to action posts on Instagram. In the hours around commencement, I didn’t feel as happy as I should’ve, probably because the world we are graduating into is an actual Hot mess. We should’ve graduated onto Killian Court, with the sun out and hope and optimism with the world smiling upon us, but instead we graduated at home, separated by a global pandemic that our country refuses to take seriously and surrounded by protests and anger and racism, sent out into a world where people refuse to take a virus that has killed over 100,000 people in the US seriously and where a white police officer can literally kill an unarmed black man on the streets in broad daylight and nothing will happen without an actual public uproar.
Frustrated, helpless, sad, angry are a few of the things I’m feeling. I feel frustrated because I know the community I grew up in and currently am in is a part of the problem. (For those of you who don’t know, I grew up in Orange County, California, which is surprisingly conservative for California, and has a lot of middle to upper class Asian and white people who are the types to denounce things like affirmative action, black lives matter, taxing the wealthy. Obviously not everyone here is like this, but actions like this make me remember why i wanted to leave :/ -- https://www.reddit.com/r/orangecounty/comments/gt7ift/oc_sheriff_department_raises_blue_lives_matters/) And I feel helpless because I don’t know how to help - if we were back on campus, we’d take the T out to Park St or even just walk there to Boston Common protesting, marching to City Hall, but we’re dispersed now, and not as many of us can drive out to the nearest big city protest, esp with COVID. So it begs the question of what we can do from our laptops, our homes?
Here’s some links that I’ve seen recently and have found really great:
Where you can donate, and where you can learn, a summary.
The Minnesota Freedom Fund is an organization that helps pay for immigration bonds and bails, but I think they’ve recently posted that they’ve gotten a lot of donations, and are now encouraging people to donate to other local organizations [x] and George Floyd’s family [x].
As an Asian-American, I recognize the privileges in society that we benefit from, and it’s our responsibility to stand up in solidarity now and actively fight anti-Blackness today. Here is an awesome Medium post I read yesterday, listing out some of the ways we can help -- https://medium.com/awaken-blog/20-allyship-actions-for-asians-to-show-up-for-the-black-community-right-now-464e5689cf3e
One thing that I’ve been thinking about lately is how much anti-blackness actually appears in our own families and communities - I know I’ve heard many many racist comments from the people around me, so now more than ever, it’s important to have these conversations and educate one another on how we can do better. Another thing I found really interesting was reading about where the model minority myth came from, why it exists, and the damage it does. NPR article. tl;dr educate one another, educate oneself
I also just stumbled upon this google doc that is so in depth, so if you want to read more about more actions you can take, look here -> [x]
welp. that’s all i can really say on that, or at least I think the links do a better job.
1) So going off of that, the first thing i guess i can say MIT did for me was instill a drive to action. I remember before college, I was mostly in this socal bubble, shit in the world definitely happened (ok maybe not global pandemic level) but we didn’t see its effects as much. When I moved to Boston and started meeting people from different backgrounds, that changed. These people here are so inspiring in the way that they don’t sit around or mope or ignore the problem, they choose to do something about it, whether its a pset, the next MIT admin shitshow, or COVID. They go up and beyond what’s expected for them to make the world the better place, and I think that’s something i learned to do a bit of.
2) Another thing I learned was to forgive myself - we all have to forgive ourselves for being less perfect and for whatever dumb stuff we’ve done in the past. Like you might not even realize it’s happening to you, but taking stuff out on yourself way harder than you should might be a product of you just being angry at yourself for mistakes in the past. Everyone wants to be perfect, that’s just a product of who we are as people, a product of the environment we’re in. But the sooner we forgive ourselves for not being perfect, the faster we can move to growing and being better.
3) We are all pretty valuable people. It angers me to no end when people settle for less than they should, whether it's out of fear that something else might not come along, or they just don’t know their own self-worth. A big example of that is how often people will accept lowball offers and fail to negotiate salaries at all. And it drives me up the wall that it happens to people I know and love because it makes me wonder if they can see how much they really are worth. So much of our time at MIT is spent just wondering if we’re enough. But once you leave the MIT bubble, you realize how open you options are, and that maybe we should spend more of our time advocating for ourselves and believing in our own worth than letting people define that for us.
4 and 5) i learned that moving too quick to label people as completely good or completely bad never ends well. Same goes for companies, organizations, issues, everything. This was a hard lesson to learn, I had to learn it, relearn it, unlearn it, learn it again, and I made mistakes after mistakes after mistakes. When confronted with a bit of bad, I closed my doors, thinking I had all the good in the world I needed. But what I really needed was perspective. That maybe there was some x, y, and z, and those were bad, but there was also a, b, c, d, f, g and those were all so, so good. I can get pretty angry in the moment - I did this again just the other day, when I was projecting my anger towards someone to the whole two year relationship. But this time, I had another friend watching my situation on a balcony three floors up who heard and listened to all the good they had done for me and reminded me about it. This is why its points 4 and 5, that its also so important to have friends around that will listen to you, not just during the bad, but also the good, so they can tell you when you’re being irrational and to really be there for you when you dont even know you need someone to be there.
6) one of the things i learned the hard way was how to know when someone is your friend, and how to know when friends truly have your back. something that my experiences have shown me (and 11.011, ngl) is that when it seems like someone has your back, they might not, and when they have to choose sides, they may very well not choose yours. But here’s the thing I have learned: when faced with that, good close friends do not leave. They show up. Do friends fight? hell yeah. and they apologize and grow from it. They confide in you and answer your call at 1am. They know you better than you know yourself, so when you start losing sight of your true self, they remind you. There is no condition to your friendship, no prereq. When a crisis happens like COVID, they show up, they help you pack, they calm you down when you’re panicking, and if they’re not there in person, they reach out, they ask how you’re doing, and they offer support. When you graduate, they send you surprise gifts or join your zoom party or at the very least, remember the date and text you congratulations. Turns out, good, real friends are hard to find in this world, but it’s important to remember to not give up on finding them. it might take a couple years longer than you had thought it would for finding friends in college, but that’s ok. someone once told me that although the journey was hard, it led me to this point, and that that’s what made it worth the struggle.
So yeah, graduating was a lot to deal with. I’ll be back in the fall for my masters and im starting my internship in 2 weeks, so there will still definitely be updates on this nerd’s adventure!
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NSFW Alphabet, Tamaki: A-Z
Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. I don’t accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together. Request are closed at the moment, though.
A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He gets really cuddly. Sex can be a bit overwhelming for him, so he needs an extra moment afterwards to calm down and being able to curl up in your embrace really helps that process. Some gentle petting will go a long way, too, and it’s also something that he’ll reciprocate since he finds it soothing to run his hands along your skin. Just take good care of him in the immediate aftermath, and he’ll take good care of you once he’s caught his bearings.
B: Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself, he likes his mouth, if only for the reason that he has an oral fixation and he loves to bring you pleasure with his mouth. His mouth will be on you a lot, whether that be against your own lips, kissing and nibbling down your neck and torso, marking your thighs, or giving you mind-blowing oral.
He’s also a really big fan of your mouth, particularly your lips, but he’s also a thigh man. He especially loves it when his face is buried in between them during oral, but he’s also prone to marking them. He’s also fond of your collarbone since that’s another good place for him to kiss and nibble.
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
His cum is really watery, but he cums an average amount so it’s easy to avoid a huge mess so long as you’re prepared. He does end up eating some weird things on account of his Quirk, but he tries to keep his diet balanced beyond that, so while his cum won’t have the best taste in the world, it won’t be the worst, either. He also really likes the way his cum looks dripping down your skin, so he prefers to pull out and cum on you rather than in you.
D: Dirty Secret
Frequently masturbates to the idea of having a threesome with you and Mirio. He’s probably too skittish to actually go through with the idea, but he certainly loves the image of it. His favorite setup of this threesome is when he’s sandwiched between you and Mirio, with Mirio taking him from behind as he (Tamaki) is buried inside of you.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s had no experience before you, and he’s really nervous about that. Reassure him and talk him through everything, and by the second or third time that you have sex, he’ll be a lot surer of himself than he was the first time. He’s a fast learner, too, so he’ll definitely know what he’s doing by then, as well.
F: Favorite Position
He’ll be a little timid about doing it at first, but Tamaki actually really likes to watch his cock move in and out of you, so positions that give him a good view of that, like Crab, Precipice, Rider, and Dejavu, are some of his favorites. You also have more control in these positions, which is another plus in his books.
He also likes positions that allow for plenty of eye contact, such as Gemini and Cowgirl. Once he gains a little more confidence in the bedroom, he’ll also be really fond of Missionary.
It should go without saying at this point, but sit on his face if you want to make him a very, very happy man.
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He’s not very humorous by nature, and if you ever do laugh at something during sex, you’re going to have to reassure him that you’re not laughing at him for some reason. Once you reassure him about that, though, you’ll probably get a smile out of him just for the simple reason that he loves the sound of your laugh. You might even get a chuckle out of him, too, if he happens to catch on to whatever was so funny in the first place.
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
The carpet is slightly darker than the drapes (so an even darker shade of indigo) and even though it’s pretty sparse anyways, he still trims it on a consistent basis.
I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Sex with Tamaki is extremely intimate. How could it not be, when such a shy person trusts you enough to be so open with you and to give you total control over him? Plus, while it’s something that he tends to avoid with strangers, eye contact is actually something very important to him and he feels like it’s necessary that he look you in the eye during sex to truly convey how he feels about you.
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’s got a really high sex drive, so even if the two of you have sex every day, he’ll still have to get himself off. He has a hard time controlling his moans, too, so he has to do it in the privacy of his own home. He’s particularly fond of masturbating in the shower, and he pictures you dominating him to help him get off.
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He loves to be Dominated, but he has to dominated softly so he doesn’t get overwhelmed. He will let you tie him up in a heartbeat, and he also loves to be Blindfolded. Ride him softly once you get him all set up, and you will get the sweetest moans out of him. He can take edging on occasion, but it’s better if you just bring him to an orgasm slowly.
Also into Sensation Play once you’ve got him blindfolded, so if you can also play into that while you ride him, more power to you. He’ll get pretty breathless if you do.
I’m not saying that he’d like to use his Quirk one day for tentacle sex, but I totally am. Good luck prying that fantasy out of him, though.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Shy boy is too shy to have sex anywhere outside of your home, but he’s fine with having sex anywhere there. He’s also very fond of shower and bath sex, so if you have the opportunity to join him while he’s taking either of those, go for it because you’ll definitely be getting lucky.
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He has a thing for your mouth, so if he sees you biting your lips, he’ll definitely get a little flustered. And if you just so happen to make eye contact with him while you do that, then he’ll be a goner for sure.
His ears and neck are all very sensitive, so light touches against those will get him going, as will you whispering in his ear or gently kissing his neck.
Honestly, just be forward and dominant with him somewhere outside of the bedroom. Like, be careful so you don’t go too far and straight up embarrass him in front of people, but tell him that you want him when no one else is close to hear you or trail your fingers down his arm or suggestively grab his thigh when nobody’s looking.
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’d never get to the point where he could dominate you like he lets you dominate him. He’s just far too shy and submissive by nature for that. He’ll take some control during sex on occasion, but not nearly as much control as he gives you.
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
If you want some more elaboration on this, then go to his ‘Body Part’ and ‘Wild Card’ sections, but in short, Tamaki has an oral fixation, and he will practically take up residence between your legs. He cannot get enough of the taste of you, and if you let him, he will give you several rounds of oral a day. He’ll wake you up with it in the morning and he’ll use it as a way of saying goodnight, as well. There’s nothing shy about his technique when he’s giving you oral, either, and he does not hold back in his endeavors to bring you to orgasm. With all that said, he has a major preference for giving you oral, and he’s quite the blushing, moaning mess whenever you go down on him.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood, really, but he has been known to get rather frantic with his pace if it’s been a while since the two of you have been together. Most of the time, though, he’ll just go at whatever pace that you tell him to.
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He would definitely prefer to have proper sex with you, but with how high his sex drive is, he’ll never turn down a quickie, especially if you’re more on the dominant side when you proposition him for one.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s a little shy when it comes to experimenting, but with enough encouragement and reassurance form you, he’ll be down to try just about anything that you want him to. Risks are a whole different story, though, and he avoids those like the plague. He’s just too skittish of a person for most risky behavior.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can go for multiple rounds, about 2-3, but he gets overwhelmed very easily if those rounds are too close together, so make sure you give him plenty of time in between rounds to breathe. He can last a good 15-20 minutes on average every round, but that changes depending on what you’re doing. If you’ve got him tied up, then it’s totally up to your discretion.
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’ll be slightly alarmed the first time that he sees a sex toy up close and in person, but once he’s shaken that shock off, he’ll be totally fine with them. He prefers it when you use toys on him, especially when you have him tied up and completely at your mercy, but he’s willing to use them on you whenever you ask him to, so long as you’re encouraging about it. It also never hurts to instruct him on how to use something on you, and he’ll be even more turned on by that.
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
At first, he’ll be way too nervous to even think about teasing you, but once he’s gotten a bit more comfortable with sex, he’ll be willing to tease you a little so long as you have confirmed that that is something you want him to do. He would still much rather you tease him, though; he loves it when you dominate him, so having you tease him, taking all control from him and not letting him cum for a while, will always do wonders for him, and the moans that you get out of him when you do this will be heavenly.
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He is so damn loud, and he has the sweetest keens and moans, too. Semi-public sex is pretty much off the table because of that, but honestly, with the way that he practically serenades you in the privacy of your bedroom, that’s hardly a loss. Tell him that you like the way he sounds when you’re in the heat of the moment, too, and he’ll get even louder.
W: Wild Card
This would probably be more appropriate for the O section, but he definitely has an oral fixation. Maybe it’s because his Quirk is centered around what he puts into his mouth and eats, but regardless of the cause, he has a hard time keeping his mouth off of you. He loves to kiss you a lot because of this, but his fixation mainly lies in going down on you. If you let him, he’ll give you oral several times a day, and he loves to wake you up in the morning with a surprise round of oral (it’s hardly a surprise once he starts doing it every day, but it’s still nice). It gets to the point where his mouth will water every time he sees you, so if you ever catch him staring at you with drool coming out of the corner of his mouth, just know that he wants a taste of you and that you should indulge his fixation soon.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Average girth, but slightly above average length at about 6-6 ¼ inches. His dick has a slight upward curve to it, with no real prominent veins except for the one along the underside of his shaft.
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He’s actually got a pretty high sex drive, he just keeps it hidden from you because he’s embarrassed by it. He’s down to have sex whenever you are, but even if you have sex with him every day, he might still have to masturbate later on. It kind of just depends on how his hormones are treating him.
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He always has to have a good round of cuddling to calm down after sex, so he won’t fall asleep until he gets that, but once he has calmed down, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly, especially if you’re holding him and letting him use you as a pillow.
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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER THREE (Ben Hardy x OC)
CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO
Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.
DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write. I’m also aware that I have 2 more fics in progress and I must make a masterlist, but as I’ve previously stated in other fic disclaimers, I am technologically challenged and quite overwhelmed at the moment. I apologize for this, because you all deserve the best from me, and it may take me a while to get to a place where I feel comfortable enough with the quality of everything to produce it. I do have a problem with being a perfectionist when it comes to my work, but I’m working on making that better.
TW: discussion of body issues? this chapter is pretty tame to me so idk if i should even mention it but oh well.
The next day, it’s time to shoot Live Aid. Lily Anne drives back to set in her more practical G Wagon, smiling as she pulls into the parking lot and spots Roger exiting his blue T-Bird. She shakes her head as she exits the car, walking over to the man.
“Remember what you said to me when I drove here in my Rolls Royce, Uncle Rog?” she asks, crossing her arms.
He nods, shrugging. “It was completely impractical. I said that I should take that car for myself if you didn’t treat it better.”
She nods, and points at his Thunderbird. “I could say the same for your T-Bird, Roger. You probably shouldn’t be on the road anyways, you’re so blind and deaf!”
Roger scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m fine, Lily. Don’t be a wanker.”
She shakes her head, becoming more animated. “No! No, you’re not! That T-Bird isn’t safe in your hands, and not to mention it would compliment my orange one quite nicely.”
He raises a brow and crosses his arms. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you, Lily?”
She nods, raising her chin. “Fully.”
Roger thinks for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. If you can perfectly recreate my drum solo from Rock Montreal 1981, you’re allowed to take the car. If not, I get your precious Rolls Royce.”
Lily Anne nods, thinking over his terms. “Deal. How long do I have to learn the drum solo?”
Roger grins. “You have to do it at your concert tonight.”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, holding out her hand for a shake. “You’re a bloody wanker, Rog.”
Roger shakes her hand, grinning. “Say goodbye to your favorite car, Lily Anne.”
“Don’t be so confident, Roger!” Lily shoots back as he walks away, sighing and running a hand through her hair.
Joe comes up next to her, raising a brow. “What just happened?”
She looks at him and sighs, “I’ve just bet my favorite car on my ability to play the drums well enough.”
Ben walks up with Gwil and his interest peaks. “What drum solo do you need to do?”
She looks at Ben with fear in her eyes. “Rock Montreal. 1981.”
Ben’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. “Dear god, Lil. You’re going to lose that fucking car.”
As Lily Anne begins to freak out, Gwil rests a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Lily. You can do this.” He crouches slightly to be more level with the short woman. “Look at me, alright?”
Lily Anne looks up, visibly freaking out now.
“Take a few deep breaths, and just… there. That’s good. Breathe.” Gwil coaches Lily Anne until she’s calmed down. “Who taught you how to play the drums?”
“...Roger,” she says, looking down. “He was a shit teacher. Kept all the best secrets to himself before I pried them out of him…” Her eyes widen. “I know his best kept drumming secrets. I can identify them when he plays.”
Ben looks at her and smiles. “Then you have a chance!”
She grins back at the blonde and nods. “Yes. I have a chance! I’m going to study the fuck out of that footage if you don’t mind. Have fun getting into hair and makeup!”
Lily Anne begins running to the trailers, but stops when Lucy comes running after her.
“Lily, wait! I don’t need to film today. Let’s work on it together, alright? Then, we can take a ride in your new car once you get it,” she says, catching her breath.
Lily Anne grins. “Of course! We can do that tonight, if all goes well.”
Lucy’s eyes go wide. “What’s going on tonight?”
Lily Anne shrugs. “A small concert with my band. It’s going to happen in a small pub that we first started at on campus.”
Lucy is speechless for a moment. “Can… can I come?”
Lily Anne bites her lip, looking down. “I mean… I see no reason why you can’t, I just… I feel like by taking you all to a concert right after inviting you to my house is sort of narcissistic, and I don’t want to give the wrong first impression.”
Lucy shakes her head, holding Lily’s hand. “No, not at all! Are you kidding me? We had so much fun at your house, Lily! We’d love to see your show as well.”
Lily looks up at Lucy with a light in her eyes. “Really?”
Lucy nods, grinning. “Of course!”
Lily grins, nodding. “Then everyone is invited! I’ll make sure there are enough seats booked for everyone.”
Lucy nods, squeezing Lily’s hand. “Never feel self-conscious about what you have, alright? We care so much about you, and as your friends, we want to see what you’re proud of and celebrate your achievements with you, alright?”
Lily nods, giving Lucy a hug. “Alright. Thank you, Lucy.”
--
A few hours later, Lucy and Lily Anne have figured out the way to play the drum solo, and they’re called in to watch the Live Aid filming. The girls smile and wave as their boys get into character, and Lily Anne puts a hand over her heart when Rami blows her a kiss as Freddie. It’s truly touching to see such a good portrayal of her father.
When they film Live Aid… wow. It’s so good, and the boys are so in character that it feels like Lily Anne is actually in Wembley Stadium watching her father and his band perform. They do the whole 20 minute set, and when the director calls for them to cut, Roger and Brian shower the boys in praise, grinning at them.
“Great job, boys! That was fabulous. Very accurate. Great energy, everything was just perfect!” Brian exclaims, looking at the men as if they were his own sons.
“The music sounded great, the choreography was spot on… I think that’s as good as it can get, boys,” Roger adds, on, high fiving Ben.
Brian turns to Lily Anne, and frowns. “Lily, why are you crying? Is something wrong?”
Lucy wraps an arm around Lily Anne’s shoulders and the whole cast immediately turns their attention to the silently crying woman, who shakes her head.
“N-No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…” She wipes her eyes with the sleeves of her leather jacket. “Ignore me, please. I’ll get it together.”
Roger helps Lily onto the stage, where Ben immediately shakes his head and walks towards her.
“It’s alright that you’re emotional. Could you just tell us why?” he asks gently.
Lily Anne smiles tearily. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just realized--” She sniffles again. “That’s the closest I’ll ever get to experiencing Live Aid, and out of all the concerts I wish I could’ve seen my dad in, that’s got to be number one on my list. It was lovely, guys. Really, truly, it was absolutely perfect. I loved every minute of it, and I know Freddie and Jim did too.”
Brian and Roger smile as Joe hugs Lily Anne, and the whole cast goes in for a group hug. The Bohemian Rhapsody family is truly coming together, and everyone is crying now, because this is such a unique and moving experience.
“You’re all so good,” Lily Anne croaks out. “This is going to be an amazing movie.”
When the group breaks apart, Lily Anne sniffles and wipes her eyes.
Lucy smiles at her, finishing wiping away the tears from her own eyes. “When is your concert tonight?”
Lily looks up at her. “Ten. It’s a really late concert, but I’ve secured tickets for all of us, and I plan on doing the drum solo for Roger’s Thunderbird, so if you’d all like to see that go down, I’d like if you could all come.”
The cast smiles and nods at Lily Anne’s offer.
“Of course!” Gwil says. “That sounds like a very fun concert.”
“You’ve got to have moral support for when you attempt that drum solo, don’t you?” Joe adds, grinning.
Roger scoffs and laughs, and the cast turns to him. “You’ll never get the drum solo right, Lily. Never. You might be good--”
“Of course I’m good, you taught me!”
“--but that was a struggle even for me. Good luck, Lily!” Roger says before leaving, revving his engine so they can hear the car.
Brian smiles and shakes his head. “I’m going to get some rest before the concert. Keep practicing, Lily. You can do it,” he says, winking at Lily Anne.
She grins. “Take a video of his reaction when I bang the gong.”
Brian nods and leaves, waving goodbye to the cast.
Lily Anne looks back at the cast. “I’m winning this goddamn car. That smug wanker won’t know what hit him.
--
“B, what should I wear? The leather skirt or the acid-wash denim skirt?” Madigan asks, holding up the options to her wife, who’s taking pictures of their cat. “Bronwyn! This is more important than updating Lillian Weiss’s Instagram story!”
The androgynous looking woman turns to see her wife and grins. “Well, if I had my way you’d be in that lovely latex skirt that really shows off your ass--”
Bronwyn dodges a Doc Marten tossed at her face and raises her hands in surrender. “Alright! I’ll stop. I like the denim with that top.”
Madigan smiles innocently and blows a kiss to her loving wife. “Thanks, babe! I’ll wear the lace underwear you like so much underneath it.”
Bronwyn grins and runs a hand through her short blonde hair, sitting on their bed. She loves her wife more than anything.
“Babe, what did I do to deserve you?” she asks, closing her eyes.
“You ate me out really well!” Madi calls back from the closet.
“I know that, but why did you stay, even after we were kicked out of our parents’ houses?” she continues, turning the conversation more serious. “I mean… I’ve put you through hell and back, babe.”
Madigan exits the closet (hehe) and sighs, sitting beside her wife and holding her hand. “B, look at me.”
The Welsh girl looks up at her lovely wife, raising one hand to play with her long, ginger locks.
“I got you kicked out of your house as well, baby. We both put each other through hell. But we had to walk through the fire to get to where we are today.” She waggles her ring finger, which has a sparkling diamond on it. “Happily married, and about to be together for… Jesus, for 12 years.”
Bronwyn smiles and kisses her wife’s hand. “It’s been a good long time, hasn’t it?”
Madigan kisses her wife’s forehead. “It sure has, love. Now c’mon, we need to get to rehearsal.”
Bronwyn adjusts her button-down before leaving with her wife, heading over to the pub.
--
Lily Anne is pounding away at the drums, already sweating as her bandmates enter.
“Oi! Hands off my drum kit, Mercury,” Madigan demands, heading towards the stage. She frowns in confusion when she sees a gong. “We don’t use a gong in any of the songs we’re doing tonight. Why is it here?”
Lily Anne looks up and puts down the drum sticks. “Sorry, Madi. I just… I made a bet with Roger.”
Madi nods, still confused. “Alright. What’s the bet, and how is this relevant to you destroying my drumkit?”
Lily Anne stands up and adjusts the gong. “If I can do his drum solo from Rock Montreal in ‘81, I get his blue Thunderbird. If I can’t… I give Christine to the blind old bat.”
Bronwyn goes on stage and raises a brow. “That’s a ballsy bet, Lily. I certainly hope you can follow through. You love Christine!”
Madi sighs. “You’re going to lose her, Lily. That’s one of the hardest drum solos in rock history! Just because he taught you doesn’t mean that you can do it.”
Lily Anne raises a sheet of paper her and Lucy have written on, smiling. “Here’s all the combinations Roger uses in it. He never said I couldn’t have a reference.”
Bronwyn and Madigan smile at their friend’s antics, and shake their heads.
Ezichi walks in wearing a very revealing outfit, and Bronwyn lets out a cat call to the lady as she begins tuning her bass.
“Damn, Zich! Whose pants are you trying to get into tonight?” the bassist calls out, grinning.
Madi and Lily Anne’s jaws are practically on the floor, because this is a thirst trap of an outfit.
“Well, the BoRhap cast is coming, and there was this one man who I found to be fine as hell, so hopefully his,” Ezichi explains, uncasing her guitar.
Lily Anne sighs heavily and shakes her head. “Ezichi, Gwil has a girlfriend. Also, don’t take advantage of me getting some new friends just so you can shag one of them.”
Ezichi raises a brow. “Is he in a stable relationship with her, or can that be changed by long distance and busy schedules?”
The couple of the band cackles and Lily Anne lets out an annoyed screech of Ezichi’s name.
“Ezichi, no! Don’t be a homewrecker! Especially not with Gwil! He’s so sweet, he doesn’t deserve that!” she exclaims, wringing her hands in frustration.
Ezichi shakes her head. “I don’t want him just because he’s pretty! I spent some time with him, and I can’t remember the last time I met someone so genuinely kind. He’s amazing, Lily.”
Ezichi has never talked about anyone this way before, and Lily considers the situation. They’re both gorgeous, kind, and talented. Their children would be supermodels. Ezichi is loyal to the end, and Gwil deserves someone like that in his life. They would be a good match.
Lily nods, smiling. “You know what? I think you two could make a great couple.”
Ezichi grins brighter than the sun. “Really?”
Lily nods again and turns to Bronwyn and Madigan. “Once you meet him, you’ll see what I mean.”
Bronwyn and Madigan shrug, taking Lily’s word. They’ll make up their minds on their own, but they trust her judgment. Despite Lily’s many mishaps and personal errors, she’s always been fairly correct when it comes to other peoples’ relationships and her readings on potential love interests.
Lily Anne takes the microphone in her hands and begins moving across stage, examining how much space she has. She sits on a speaker and leans against the wall.
“Ladies, what Queen song are we feeling for tonight?” Madi asks, twirling her drumsticks.
“Something from Queen or Queen II, definitely,” Ezichi comments, gleaning nods of approval from Lily Anne and Bronwyn.
“Doing Alright is a good option. That or Liar would be fantastic, I think,” Bronwyn adds, smiling.
The band turns to Lily Anne for the final say. She smiles at her friends and sits up.
“Doing Alright. This is a good night, we should play a happy song to accompany that,” she explains.
Everyone gets ready to practice, and music rings out throughout the pub.
--
The BoRhap cast files into the front of the bar, where there’s a table reserved for them. Brian, Roger, Anita, and Sarina get their own table in a less crowded area of the bar. The cast orders pints of lager and Joe hastily adjusts his Yankees cap to hide his hair.
Ben smiles at the sight of Joe adjusting his hat. “What’s wrong, Joe? You weren’t uncomfortable with us seeing your perm.”
Joe frowns and presses his lips together in a thin line. “It wouldn’t be bad if it could just wash out.”
Lucy snorts and shakes her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t know that perm stands for--”
“--permanent. Yes, I know now, Lucy. Thank you for the reminder,” Joe snaps, huffing.
Gwil bites back laughter, shaking at the effort. Rami is doing the same, shaking his head.
“You’re all awful,” Joe says as he gets his lager and takes a swig.
The lights dim and the stage lights turn on, and the curtain on the stage rises to reveal Lily Anne and the rest of Room 301. The cast begins cheering as the band waves and receives the love from the audience.
“Hello, lovies!” Lily Anne shouts, gleaning a rowdy applause from the audience. “How is everyone? Ready to bring back rock and roll, my darlings?”
The applause is even louder, and she grins, spotting the cast and waving.
The girl raises her arms and hushes the audience, smiling. “Thank you all for your ears. I just want to say that it means so much to Room 301 that everyone is here tonight where this band had its first performance, because we really did start from nothing, and everyone should pay homage to their roots. That’s what our latest album is about, and it was well-received, so we figured we’d do well with this concert. Actually, I forgot how much I missed the smaller crowds.”
“I love you, Lily Anne!” a fan shouts, and Lily Anne blows them a kiss before laughing.
“Enough talking. Let’s start the show, yeah?” The crowds are screaming. “Madi, take it away!”
The show begins with a very aggressive drum solo, accompanied by a guitar duet before Lily Anne begins singing, draping herself over equipment, the floor, and her bandmates. The whole stage is utilized in different ways, and it all accommodates the woman’s writhing body.
The next song begins with a beautiful piano melody, which Lily knocks out of the park before the lights flash and she’s leaning against the instrument and watching Ezichi pour her heart and soul into her guitar solo.
Gwilym is watching this with an amazed smile, and Ezichi notices this, which seems to help her performance. Lily raises a brow at her guitarist and continues singing, twirling around stage and grinning at the audience below her.
Ben is entranced by Lily’s performance. It’s so interesting to see the character she plays on stage. If he hadn’t heard her story, or saw a moment of vulnerability from her, he could see how people believe that Lily Anne Mercury is simply a diva who consistently puts on a show and doesn’t have problems. This version of her is enchanting, but he personally prefers the one who lets people in, and lets herself be vulnerable.
She’s pouring every ounce of her energy into keeping up this facade of playfulness and flirting, but he knows that she must be exhausted. It takes a lot to keep up such a high level of energy. He understands why she turned to drugs in order to keep it up outside of the stage. If this is her usual energy level on stage, it’s no wonder she began to burn the candle from both ends to sustain it.
Before they know it, Lily Anne is pausing the performance, smiling into a microphone.
“Okay, okay… this wasn’t planned, but this morning, on my way into work, I made a bet with my uncle. If you didn’t already know, he’s a right wanker, and his name is Roger Taylor.”
The crowd goes crazy, cheering along as the spotlight moves to Roger, who waves at everyone.
“He was riding in this lovely blue Thunderbird, and when I did the same in my Rolls-Royce, he said he should take it away from me for mistreating it. However, when I called him out, he decided to give me a bet. I had about eight hours to learn his drum solo from Rock Montreal, which is one of the hardest in rock n’ roll history, and I lose my baby Christine if I don’t do it perfectly tonight. However, if I do it correctly, I acquire his Thunderbird. So now, I will attempt this drum solo, and I would appreciate everyone’s positive energy.”
With a cheer, Lily Anne goes back to the drumkit and takes a moment to compose herself before beginning the drum solo as Roger listens back to it and compares the two. The room stays silent as she continues, sweating buckets. Rami grips Lucy’s hand because he’s just so stressed watching this all go down. She grips it right back, and Joe holds onto Ben. Everyone is just incredibly stressed out.
Then, it happens. Lily Anne bangs that fucking gong, and the room erupts into applause. The whole cast fucking yells at the top of their lungs, Roger’s face deflates, Brian gives Lily a standing ovation, and the woman flings her arms into the air, embraced by her band.
“I can barely feel my fucking arms, but I don’t give a shit!” Lily Anne cries out, laughing. “I get that beautiful blue Thunderbird!”
Ben grins, watching as Lily Anne continues the show with a smile that isn’t holding anything back. She’s just fully engulfed in her music, and expresses her joy in a way so pure and raw, and she’s letting herself be vulnerable in the music, which, as far as Ben can tell, is where she finds hardship once she’s off the stage. She doesn’t just open up to anyone.
If that’s true, and Ben has a feeling that it is, why did she open up to him? What makes him so special that she felt comfortable telling him about her overdoses and time in rehab? That’s so deeply personal, and even though they haven’t known each other for long, she feels comfortable telling him all these things.
He’s pulled out of his gaze by Joe nudging him as Lily Anne smiles at the audience, waving at her friends.
She sits at a piano and clears her throat, smiling. “Now, I think it’s only appropriate that we end tonight with a Queen song. We started this tradition during our first concert when my father requested that we do it in memory of Freddie. We performed Love of My Life, which is the only song I will not do nowadays because I don’t like to end Room 301 concerts in tears.” She smiles at her now hushed audience. “You’ve all been a great audience, darlings. I love you all, and appreciate your support so very much, sticking with us despite all the time we’ve made you wait for new music. Now, we’d like to end the night with All Dead, All Dead.”
Lily Anne begins playing the piano, and Ben can’t tear his eyes away from her. Even while sitting down at an instrument, she commands the attention of the entire room. Her emotions are amplified, and everyone can feel her pain and hope as she crones out the lyrics to the song, which are about longing, but also knowing that despite their physical presence being gone, the ones we’ve lost never really leave us.
He feels a tear beginning to form, and sees that the entire table is blinking and wiping their eyes. Lily Anne’s dedication to her craft shows, and it makes itself clear in the tears of the people all around the bar.
Someone raises their phone light and begins to sway, as a homage to Freddie, and the rest of the crowd joins in. Lily Anne looks out and blinks, a black tear streaming down her face as she smiles. She is truly touched by the energy of the audience. Once the song is over, she sniffles and wipes her eyes.
“What did I say about crying?”
The audience laughs, applauding.
Lily Anne shakes her head. “No. We need something to pick us up before we go. How about…” She turns to her band. “Don’t Stop Me Now?”
The audience cheers and the band gets ready to play, and Lily Anne grins, performing the hell out of the upbeat number. She bows with her band as it ends, and leans into the microphone one last time.
“Take the correct Uber home, and assist any drunk people back to their cars! Nobody in this audience is becoming a damn statistic, do you hear me?” She smiles as she hears applause. “Goodnight, London! Room 301 loves you!”
--
The curtains close, and Lily Anne goes back to change with the rest of the band in their changing room.
Bronwyn is already reaching for her sweatpants and hoodie, and Madigan takes out a makeup wipe, scrubbing the dark smoky eye and maroon lip color off of her face.
Lily Anne immediately takes off her platform boots, tossing them to the side and rubbing her eyes. “Great show, ladies! I love you all, and the audience seemed to as well.”
Ezichi is wrapping her hair in a bonnet and leaning back in the chair. “You did great, Lily. It was an amazing show.”
Lily smiles, wiping away her eye makeup. “You know what, guys?”
Everyone in the room turns to face her, and she smiles tearily.
“I feel like Jim was watching us from his table.”
November, 2008
Lily Anne, Ezichi, Bronwyn and Madigan take the stage for their first concert. They’re nervous as hell, and don’t know how the crowd will react to their set. They’ve performed for their friends, and for Jim, and for Brian and Roger, but those are all people who like them. They’re biased and don’t want to hurt them. What will an audience of drunken college students with no filters think? They’ve heard they can be brutal.
The girls crowd together behind the curtain, holding each others’ hands.
“Alright. We’re about to perform for the first time,” Lily Anne begins, taking a deep breath. “We can kill it. We just need to let the music do the talking for us, okay?”
The girls nod, and Ezichi speaks up. “We have amazing stuff. We know that. If we perform well, people will know that we’re a serious group, and not just some teenagers with instruments. We know what we’re doing.”
Madi smiles. “We managed to please rock legends with our music. There’s no reason why we can’t please drunk uni students.”
Bronwyn grins. “Let’s kick ass.”
The girls huddle together, squeezing each other before heading out on stage.
Lily Anne looks out at the bar, half empty since it’s too early to warrant people coming in yet. She sighs and frowns slightly, her hands shaking. This all stops when she spots her father sticking out like a sore thumb in his wool sweater, sitting at a table with a pint of lager and a warm smile. She waves to him, grinning.
Jim gives her a thumbs up and mouths ‘you can do it.’ The girls sigh in relief, and Lily maneuvers the microphone, which squeaks.
“S-sorry about that, everyone. My name is Lily Anne, this is Ezichi, this is Madigan, and this is Bronwyn. We’re a band called Room 301, and this is our first performance, so please be kind,” she says with a nervous laugh.
The bar-goers look unimpressed, and she carries on.
“Alright, we’re going to start with something we wrote, and we’re very proud of it.”
The band begins playing a song that starts like a ballad, but grows to be something so much more. Lily Anne’s voice cracks, but she quickly regains her composure and begins to sink into the song, letting herself go.
Slowly but surely, the bar-goers have gravitated to the stage, and Lily Anne is controlling the crowd, moving in ways that feel natural and prompted by the music, and swaying to the beat. When she hits a high note, the people cheer, and the adrenaline that runs through her body is the best feeling she’s ever experienced.
She looks into the audience, and Jim is sitting there, looking up at his girls with so much pride and love, and it invigorates them.
“This next one is a faster number, and from the way you’re all behaving now, I’m guessing that you’ll like it!” Lily Anne exclaims, prompting the audience to scream.
The show goes by quickly, and at the end, she smiles and sits at the piano.
“Now, we have one more song left, but we didn’t write this one,” she says, and the audience quiets down. “Don’t be discouraged, people! It’s a good song by a band called Queen.”
The audience cheers again, raising their arms up. Lily Anne grins, and begins to play Love of My Life. It’s dedicated to Freddie, and as she begins to cry singing it, she looks out to see Jim wiping away tears from his eyes. She sniffles and continues, letting the tears flow down her face and neck.
At the end, she smiles and closes the piano, wiping her eyes.
“That seems like a good way to end the night, yeah?” she asks, looking around at the crying audience members. “This was Room 301, I’m Lily Anne, and I hope you all have a great rest of your nights!”
The crowd screams as the band goes backstage, and they collapse into one another, hugging each other tightly and sobbing. That was an amazing first performance, and they’re so overwhelmed by the positive response they got.
“I love you all so much,” Lily Anne sobs, hugging her friends.
That night, they go back to Garden Lodge and curl up on the couch watching shitty movies, and Jim gives them tea and biscuits to reward them for their stellar performance.
Lily Anne is almost asleep on the couch when she stirs due to Jim turning off the TV. She lets out a little noise of confusion and her father shushes her, tucking her back into her blankets.
“Dad?” she whispers, looking up at Jim.
He looks down at her and smiles. “Yes, love?”
“Did you like the performance?” she asks, smiling.
He nods, grinning down at her. “It was lovely, Lily. I loved it. Your Papa would be so proud to see you work the stage like that.”
Lily Anne smiles and closes her eyes. “Good.”
Jim kisses her forehead lightly. “Goodnight, love.”
Lily Anne falls asleep smiling, curled up with her friends on her couch.
Lily Anne smiles as the blue Thunderbird pulls into her driveway, watching as her uncle exits the car and looks sadly at it. She walks forward and grins, looking up at her uncle.
“You’re the one who offered this bet, Roger,” Lily says, shrugging. “This is all your own doing.”
The man sighs and looks down at the young woman. “I know, Lily. I’m sad to give it up, but I’ve got to admit, you did very well. I’m proud.”
She smiles at her uncle, squeezing his hand. “Thank you, Uncle Rog. I learned from the best, after all.”
Roger ruffles her hair before beginning to walk away, dejected. Lily feels a pit of guilt in her chest and sighs, running a hand through her hair.
“Roger, stop!” she exclaims, catching the man’s arm.
He turns to face her and raises a brow.
Her head slumps forward and she shakes it. “I… listen. I feel bad. You look so sad… you know what? We can share. It stays in my garage but if you want to take it for a ride…” she shrugs. “Go ahead.”
Roger grins, hugging the girl. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to follow through, Lily.”
She huffs, hugging him back. “Wanker.”
--
Inside the house, the band is lounging around, talking with their new friends, and clicking well. The band likes the cast. Bron and Madi have a close eye on Ezichi and Gwil, watching how they interact. They like the dynamic, and like most times, Lily appears to be correct about the match.
All they have to do now is sit back and wait for it to happen.
Lily walks inside, checks on her guests, and then pops back outside, lighting a cigarette. Ben soon follows, sitting next to her on the bench next to the koi pond like before.
Lily smiles at him, leaning back against a pillow on the bench. “Just so you know, I don’t intend to spend another four hours out here. I got bitten up by a bunch of bugs last time.”
Ben laughs, lighting his cigarette and shaking his head. “Nah. Maybe just thirty minutes this time around.”
Lily looks back at the pond, taking a puff of her cigarette. “Any grievances you want to air out? This is apparently a very good place to do it.”
Ben shrugs, breathing out smoke. “Nothing comes to mind at the moment. Give it some time, I’m sure something will come up.”
Just in that moment, Lily Anne’s phone buzzes and she picks it up, seeing a notification from twitter about Room 301’s concert.
SINGER LILY ANNE MERCURY SPOTTED WITH EASTENDERS HEARTTHROB BEN HARDY
Lily lets out a groan and shakes her head. “Ugh. Disgusting.”
Ben turns to look at her. “What is it?”
She hands him her phone, and he rolls his eyes at the headline. “That’s bollocks. I hate twitter.”
She takes her phone when he hands it back to her, looking up at him. “Why do you hate twitter in particular? It’s not the only site that thrives off of bullshit rumors.”
Ben sighs, looking down and rubbing his temples. At this, Lily Anne lets out a breath and begins to freak out.
“If that’s the grievance and you don’t want to air it out, I won’t force you, Ben.”
Ben shakes his head and looks over at her, taking a drag of his cigarette. “No, no. Don’t worry. I should talk about it. Talking made you feel better, didn’t it?”
She nods, looking at the pond. “It was very therapeutic. But don’t feel forced to let it out.”
Ben waves a hand dismissively. “I want to let it out, just give me a moment to collect my thoughts.”
Lily Anne nods, waiting patiently for Ben to collect his thoughts.
When he sits up and takes a deep breath, putting aside the butt of his cigarette, she hands him another one from her pack, which he takes and lights.
“Well, earlier on in my career, I was instructed to make social media accounts to stay relevant, gain fans, get more high profile roles, you know how it works,” Ben begins, looking forward.
“I was told the same thing. I’m assuming you made a twitter?” Lily Anne adds, looking over at him.
He nods, taking a deep breath. “I made a twitter, and I made a horrible mistake by checking the hashtag with my name.”
Lily Anne lets out a groan. She has a feeling she knows where this is going.
“The tweets I saw… the majority of them were just talking about my outer appearance, praising my body, but not acknowledging that I’m a damn good actor as well. My body isn’t all that I have to support my career.” Ben is becoming agitated, and Lily Anne rests a hand on his arm. “It became overwhelming, and the tweets got to my head. I began to think that maybe I was just a piece of meat for people to stare at, like they had said online. I began to absolutely loathe myself, and I could barely look in a mirror without feeling horrid.”
Lily moves closer to Ben, frowning. “Did you delete the app soon after?”
He nods, looking over at her. “Yes. My manager was incredibly mad at me, and didn’t listen when I tried to tell him why I was so uncomfortable. Then, he booked me a photoshoot that he said would really put me on the radar: a nude photoshoot.” Ben blinks back tears. “I’d never felt so objectified and worthless in my entire life.”
Lily Anne moves closer, holding one of his shaking hands. “Is this movie bringing back those fears, Ben?”
He nods, wiping his eyes. “Sometimes I think-- and I know it’s horseshit, but it still bothers me-- that I was only casted because I’m pretty. People won’t look at this movie and think about my acting, but my appearance. Apocalypse didn’t help with that either. My character ended up being an underdeveloped rebel with wings,” he continues, his voice cracking. “What if my career just ends up being me looking pretty on a screen for people to objectify?”
Lily Anne wraps an arm around his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey… it’s alright, Ben. I can assure you that for this role, you were chosen for your acting abilities. I helped Roger make the final choice.”
Ben sniffles and looks at Lily, green eyes damp. “You did?”
She smiles kindly at him. “I did, and in my opinion, this movie will help you get closer to being the kind of actor you want to be.”
He smiles, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m sorry about the tears, I just… I worry about this stuff. A lot.”
Lily Anne shakes her head, handing him a tissue. “It’s alright. Your worries show that you’re not willing to settle for anything, and that kind of determination will bring you where you want to go in your career. People who settle are temporary. The ones with ambition are the ones who stand the test of time.”
He nods, leaning back and taking a drag of his cigarette. “It doesn’t always seem like that.”
Lily Anne nods. “I know. I thought my competitors in the early 2000’s would be around forever, and Room 301 is one of the last rock bands standing. All you have to do is wait. Father Time will do the job for you.”
Ben looks over at her, brows raised. “How can you be so calm about this kind of thing? Aren’t you scared of fading into the background?”
She scoffs and looks over at him. “Of course I am! I can’t support this lifestyle with inheritance alone. I need to make money to keep this level of luxury going. But if I could go to rehab twice and take a hiatus and despite all that my band is still a household name, I’m fairly certain that I’m going to be fine. We’ll all be fine in the end.”
Ben nods, taking in what she said. “Sometimes I forget that you’ve been through so much,” he says, shaking his head. “Tonight, on stage… I’ve never seen anyone sustain that much energy for so long. It was like watching a different person.”
Lily frowns. “Is that a bad thing?”
Ben shakes his head vigorously. “Dear God, no! Not at all. It’s great. Your stage presence is amazing. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. But if I didn’t know you, I would never guess that anything bad has ever happened to that girl in her life.”
Lily shrugs and smiles down at the koi. “I guess I’m a good actress, then.”
Ben smiles down at her. “You could make some good money on the screen if this whole rock star thing doesn’t work out.”
She grins up at him. “Coming from a talented actor like you, that means a lot to me.”
Ben smiles, and the pair sit in silence, finishing their cigarettes.
--
Joe looks out the window at the pair, frowning. “They baffle me, they really do.”
Ezichi looks up from the card game she’s playing with Gwil and Rami and raises a brow. “What baffles you about them?”
Joe turns back to his friends, wringing his hands. “They’re so clearly into one another, and so good for one another, and they’re so clueless about it all!”
Gwil rolls his eyes, putting down a card. “They just met, Joe. Give them time before calling them clueless.”
“But they’re soulmates, Gwil! Soulmates! How do you not see it?” The man bounces onto the couch next to Gwil, insistently nudging his way into the man’s personal space.
Ezichi shakes her head. “I’ll know if she likes him before she knows it herself.”
Rami frowns, slapping down a card. “How would you know that?”
Ezichi smiles, putting down her last card and winning the game. “She gets this look in her eyes, this really sappy, disgustingly vulnerable look. You’ll know it when you see it.”
They smile and look outside the window before going back to their usual business before Ben and Lily notice.
It’s only a matter of time before they see that look.
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3x19 Reaction / Commentary
I didn't even skip breakfast today, it's almost as if I'm a real functioning adult ahahaha.
SDFALFJSKLDFJASDF I'M ALREADY A MESS
Ngl those first few shots made me think I had fallen headfirst into a zombie apocalypse movie. Wind swooshing through the speakers, no living soul in sight, no cars driving, just Magnus walking along the street, on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams hahahahaha sorry I'll stop.
Wow what a jerk.
There's been so many hilarious jokes about the “What fool summoned you” line, and my favorite one will forever remain this.
So, points to Magnus for asking, minus points for buying this shit not-sound-at-all story. Even “fatherly love” can't just screw the laws of nature, okay, Magnus shouldn't just skim over this. Then again I can definitely cut him slack on this because he is a little preoccupied with other problems at the moment.
Listen, Magnus's body language throughout this whole scene (and also throughout the sneak peek we saw for 3x20) is so expressive. Imma skim over it because I plan to do a thorough Relationship / Scene Analysis for Magnus and Asmodeus, so let me just leave this picture here uncommented.
No wait, I have a question. Isn't Magnus's magic occupied with guarding Lilith's home? Did Asmodeus pick it up before summoning himself or did he call it just now? Also, does Asmodeus know that Lilith is on the loose? Then again, is she even? Because no Shadowhunter can be bothered to look for her and she did say that she wanted to go back to Edom... but that was probably a lie to get Cain to cooperate. And how could she even send herself back to Edom? So many questions. Anyway moving on because who cares about Lilith.
Magnus's face when he gets his magic back.
....................yes I have no witty words here, sorry.
Lol okay I have. I love this scene, I absolutely LOVE Magnus's face and how expressive it is, but I've also been dreaming of an epic eye-sparkling, energy-crackling mid-battle-scene where Magnus regains his magic for uhhhh almost a year now, and in terms of dramatic-ness this was pretty anti-climactic. And I think we can agree he won't lose his magic again and then get it back in a more dramatic fashion. Also where are his cat eyes I feel cheated.
I mean, come on, even he gets to show them!! Btw what a dick cunning move to use them to manipulate Magnus. Since they made a compelling argument the first time around.
Also LOL Asmodeus playing nice for one second and when Magnus denies him he immediately shows his hand with “I won't take no for an answer.” Man has no patience XD
Finally I wanna give a huge HUGE shout out to Magnus for resisting Asmodeus becuase can you even imagine how low he must be feeling and yet he has enough presence of mind left to realize that whatever comfort Asmodeus offers can't be true, there must be a hook and it's best to stay away. Dude what strength.
“I only lost sight of her for a minute.”
“Enough time for the Evil Rune to have taken hold.”
Uuuhhhh since when?? Did they also go to the bathroom together before?? Did I miss that?? I mean, sure, Clary was drifting sometimes, but she spent a whole half episode in the same cell as Jonathan with Jace “away” behind the glass wall and out of her sight, so...... yeah. This is a little sudden.
She keeps saying that but we have yet to see her actually filter anything. #nofilter
“No one can hurt us if we get to Morning Star first. And once we have that sword the entire world will be terrified of us....”
So he wants that evil sword not to open a rift but to keep the NY Shadowhunters off his back so he can live his life in peace. I-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g.
Yes, good. Finally learned your lesson.
.............Or not??? I mean it's not like Clary pretended to be on his side before, to lull him into a false security and gain the upper hand. Why would he fall for it now? Because he acts like Jace is the only risk factor here, and Clary is of course truly and wholly on his side. I mean, true, the circumstances are different since she freed him and all, but like. Guy must have trust issues by now. Where are they.
Also
he should start a self help group with Alec hahahahahaha *weeping*
Me, waiting for the next episode of Shadowhunters.
(Also I just noticed Simon says “me neither” not “mine neither” so it sounds as if he's not Izzy's thing, either and LOL I couldn't agree more ahahaha.)
Uh-huh, I agree. Perfect timing. I mean, it's not like there was a glaring 98% there earlier, and as if he didn't have plenty of time before to bring this unfortunate line of conversation up. This is on you, Simon. Don't blame the filtering.
HAHAHA ASK ALEC, HE'S GOING TO THROW IT AT HIM HAHAHAHAHAHA
Seriously though. Just, uh, crush it into powder, add some saline solution, done. And I'm not even a scientist. This is intuitive. The heck.
I'm 1000000% on board with all of this, okay. Over excited Alec is the best Alec. Handholding is the best. Magnus's weariness of surprises is headcanon confirmed. Yes to all of it.
So there were a few lines that were widely interpreted as allusions to their kinky sex life and tbh I never bought any of it because I thought it was seeing too much where there was nothing, but this is so very obviously meant in a kinky way that I'll accept it. Another headcanon confirmed ahahaha this episode is so generous to me.
Ugh I'm so gonna have to write something about that. And knowing myself, it'll be sad closeted Alec daydreaming of all the things he can never have.
Question time, what are those weird rivets thingies? Do they hold any meaning? Is their placement of importance? Because they look very deliberate and very there. I'm confused.
Also, this scene was designed to drive me crazy. There's 7 different shots where we see the lock's placement and there are no less than 3 (!!!!!) different placements.
Placement #1, #3 and #5 are consistent (though really, #1 and #5 shouldn't even count because they are clearly the same shot, just with Magnus's hand reaching for the lock) on the left side of the yellow lock, to the bottom left of the Dips lock.
Then we see Alec placing it in an empty compartment at the very edge of the construction (placement #2), only for it to be on the compartment below that in the next shot (placement #4), sharing space with a little gray-blueish lock. This is the same place from where Magnus removes it then (placement #6).
I hate inconsistencies, okay, and I really did notice all this the first time watching. I can't not-see stuff like this.
The only fun that comes out this detail obsessiveness is the lock that clearly ships Captain America and Captain Marvel (left) and the lock that was placed from two years in the future (right) because ahahahaha did the show forget it takes place in 2016?? It would seem so.
And yes, I chose to focus on this instead of the fact that Magnus incinerates their lock because that hurts my heart too much to think about, okay. That scene was perfect, the music swelling in all the right places and just. So heart-wrenching. I might've teared up a little. You can't prove anything.
Why she not removing those paper thingies? Seems impractical.
Paint on face trope? Check.
Yeah Raphael, lemme pay you some respect for facing your mistakes like that. I like it a lot.
Istg if they don't give him GPS this time and just rely on the tracking rune again, which Jonathan and Clary will insist he blocks, then imma flip my shit.
.......................so many fanfics want to be written here, okay. So many.
Also is no one gonna talk about the fact that they all put the ring on the pointer when that's not the intuitive position to place a ring? For security reasons alone you should put it on your middle finger so it doesn't accidentally slip off. Oh right, I forgot. Magic ring.
I love how Alec's voice wavers and you just know he sends Jace away because he'll start crying if he doesn't (even if in this screen cap Alec looks weirdly happy). Btw headcanon that Jace didn't realize something was up at first and was only tipped off when Izzy asked earlier if Alec was okay, and then he prodded at the parabatai connection and realized... there was nothing. Just a solid wall of nothing, because Alec's been sealing off his feelings completely.
1) Wow, Simon, your condolences are amazing.
2) Please, explain? Is she in a coma? Walking around as if she'd had a lobotomy?? But whatever, just skim over this, she's a minor character anyway and nobody cares about her *shrug*
This is the LAZIEST plot convenience I ever had to see with my own two eyes. I really can't work up the energy to rage about this. Just, wtf. Then again, not calling ahead with vital information seems to be Luke's Thing, just remember the 3x15 disaster. At this point it might as well be considered a character trait of him and no longer plot convenience. *sigh*
Also, Shadowhunters are major creeps, am I supposed to believe they don't have a few liters of all of their soldiers' blood stored away somewhere, for reasons?
Uh-huh, Izzy. And if you care to remember, that was about 20 episodes ago. And since vampires have a constant craving for blood they seem to have some kind of metabolic. If you want to tell me that Jace's blood is still IN Simon, then either a) he's been chipping away at the Jace-blood-stash he has hidden in his second gastric and if that runs out he'll no longer be a daylighter or b) Jace's blood went into Simon's cells and changed him on a molecular level..... in which case, to extract it they'd have to remove it, un-daylighter-ing Simon in the process. Or maybe just parts of him? Imagine if he was a daylighter except for his left arm or something.
In any case, this is majorly ridiculous and I can't believe I have to suffer through this.
????????????? Who opened that portal? I mean, if he had to call on a warlock to get away, wouldn't it have been easiser for Izzy and Co. to stop him from running through that portal and make him donate some blood first? Instead of forcing this bullshit logic on me? Ugh. But I get it, this is necessary to justify a Sizzy scene. Whatever.
Hahahhahha.
Which means nothing, since Jace can activate his runes without his stele. Or did they forget that part again?? I mean, it's been half a season since he last did that.
“And if it wasn't for our connection I suspect you'd do it again.”
lolololol hilarious.
HAHHAHA WILL YOU STOP WITH THE HILARITY
Honestly, the way they all act I get the distinct feeling I'm watching an exasperated kindergartener and two particularly clingy toddlers vying for her attention XD
Uuuuhhhh yeah hit me with more Malec Flashbacks to make me feel shitty, why don't you.
Okay, consoled. Btw thanks for confirming another headcanon that between the two of them Magnus is the one easier swayed by puppy eyes.
HAHAHAHA of course my mind immediately interpreted that as a misguided pun about Magnus being a Prince of Edom hahahaa wtf Alec
Dammit, his eyes. You can really see how he's allowing himself to start dreaming about it.
Also, can't believe they had a kiddie talk with at least some seriousness, what, two months into their relationship?? Haha. And internally Madzie was like “Uh boring grown up talk, at least I got my sprinkles.”
See, this is what I have problems with. On the one hand, even with all his emotional turmoil going on, Magnus is still enough in his right mind not to fall for Asmodeus's sweet talking, but on the other hand he revisits all of those memories and doesn't realize Alec breaking up with him can't have been real? This doesn't really add up. Either he is out of his mind with emotions that he can't see this very very strange happening for being something fishy (then he shouldn’t have been able to so easily resist Asmodeus), or he's still level-headed enough not to be driven by emotions entirely (then he should have realized the breakup was fake).
toddler fight intensifies
I'M WHEEZING HAHAHAHAHAHAH R U FOR REAL.
Also remember my statement from last week? Where I said “I mean, in a way it's nice to know that Demonic Clary isn't smarter than Regular Clary.” Turns out she's so much worse than Regular Clary XD
Lol Raphael is that still you talking or the Plot Point? Because ngl, when I saw that sneak peek promo thingy where Jordan eyes the dramatically last vial of serum in the Institute I immediately thought they want to cook up a conflict there, where he steals the last vial needed to help save Clary and bla bla bla. I really hope they don't go down that road because I feel he should be better than this by now. *sigh*
In any case, while I enjoyed the first part of this plot line with Raphael coming here to make reparations, this feels really forced and convenient.
OH MY GOD THANK YOU SIMON FOR ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS WTF I NEED ANSWERS
Wow can't believe they pulled this obvious and clearly unfitting parallel to Sizzy. I mean, Simon lost his glasses back in S1 and even before that Izzy noticed he was hot in like ep 2. She's been appreciating him as a friend since at least 2B if not sooner. So please don't pretend that she just didn't notice what a great guy he is, because she did. She knows he's someone you can count on, who's there when you need him, with advice or a joke or just to listen to you. She knows all this, and has for seasons. But, surprise surprise, you don't fall in love with everyone who's a great guy and a good friend. That is a thing. Friendships are a thing.
Anyway, at least I can wholeheartedly agree that in any possible scenario Izzy is the hot girl XD
HAHAHA JACE THAT'S PAYBACK FOR ALL THOSE TIMES YOU INTERRUPTED MALEC HAHA KARMA IS A BITCH RIGHT
.......or just use glamors to look like Downworlders. Just saying.
Jonathan using the cuts to get a secretive chest grab in on Jace, but I know all those sleazy tricks and you can't slip that feel-up past me #busted
*weeping tears* yeah, and he'll never get the real deal. what a tragedy.
“...the Downworlder club. I think the runes front and center on my neck make a compelling argument, don't you agree?”
Also the foreboding background music totally spoiled this 'twist.' (I'm using ''s because it was totally obvious this wouldn't work.)
Look I just love Alec, okay. I LOVE ALEC.
*waves hand* elite guard *waves hand some more* blue mark on his neck *smacks self in the face with waving hand* look i'm pretty sure Meliorn doesn't have a mark like this and he's like, the only Seelie that gets regular screen and talking time with the queen. But I'm way too behind schedule to start looking into it, I might edit something in here later (or never ahahaha).
OH DEAR THE MOMENT OF TRUTH
YES YES YES PLEASE
DUUUUDE WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM IDEAS WHAT THE HELL
Also, remembering that short sequence of Magnus shooting red magic at his temples from the promo doesn't bode too well for the rest of the episode. Dammit.
You had one job, Lindsay. One. Job.
(Yes, please imagine the Loki Gif here. I just love him a lot, okay. Loki <3<3<3)
(^pls imagine her little disenchanted headshake because any screen caps I tried to take made her look drugged out of her mind lol.)
Yep, this is it. This is it.
Sooooo.... how exactly did they persuade the bouncer? Just curious.
HAHAHAAHAH duuuuuude hahahhaa.
........when exactly did Jonathan spy all that? I mean, I've been having questions about the pacing since that ep with the Baby Jonathan Flashbacks, because that manibus whatever demon? Referring to 2x05. So Jonathan only got to earth after that? Howwww? Not thanks to Valentine, right, since he didn't even know Jonathan existed until 2x15 where Jonathan intercepted him from his portal to Idris? And didn't they say Sebastian Verlac disappeared half a year ago?? How does that all match up?
In any case, I feel like the seelie queen suddenly having a warlock boy toy who she can't order into her realm and who she has monthly scheduled appointments with that the whole shadow world knows about is a) totally absurd b) pretty ooc for her and c) reeking of plot convenience. They just couldn't find a better excuse for her to be at a certain place at a certain time. They should have made her attend a fashion show, or hell, a gardening contest. Would have been more credible than whatever this is.
“I grab the queen. Clary portals the three of us away.”
“The four of us, including the queen.”
HAHAHHAHAHHA I CAN'T XD XD XD #slightly consoled
WHEN THE HELL DID JONATHAN READ / WATCH THE SHINING ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW WTF!!!!!
1) This doesn't work in real life. Do you have any idea how much time it takes to catch a snow flake or a raindrop this way? I know because I've tried, and the anwer is ages.
2) Seems a very uneconomical way to distrubute drugs. Whoever invented that business model must be in deep depts by now.
3) What kind of shitty plan was that on Jonathan's part? Get Jace on drugs, he'll surely expose himself to be a traitor? I hate the fact that it works. I hate that everyone's shitty plans always work (re: Sizzy's dilettantish prison infiltration) because that's why they all keep making shitty plans. Positive reinforcement and all that. The only one who always gets punched in the face for making okay-to-good plans is Alec, and that's why he's the overthinker. So unfair.
“Well this is awkward because I just stole it for you.”
So frakkin predictable. Also, how did he steal it from the table when Izzy and Simon where guarding it?? It clearly was still there when Maia left and like
Did Jordan just grab it and run? So many questions.
Don't get me wrong, that whole forging the sword sequence was super badass, but like, if you're wielding scorching hot metal it seems a little impractical to just wear security goggles and a leather apron. There were freaking sparks flying and Izzy ducked. What the hell. What about, idk, unconventional but, a protective suit??
And Simon isn't any better. “Oh, I could die from this sword? Just lemme hide behind this doorway real quick.” *sigh* One of these days a character should die because of dumbass behavior, maybe that'd teach them all a lesson.
Also, this is totally logic. They had a splinter from the original sword that they then made tons of serum from, which they saved 3 vials of..... and somehow this was still enough to forge a whole new frikking sword that's apparently just as powerful as the original one. I don't even know where to start with this bullshit.
.................dude, if you wanted to persuade her you should have pointed out the ring to her. But maybe this isn't about logic at all, this is about wanting to know if he is Clary's first choice without logic or reason, and that would make sense for his character, even if it's not the most sensible or productive course of action.
Me, during the fight scene: “Wow, I believe all that Seelie guard slaughtering is not going to end up in a Downworlder vs Shadowhunter war again..... ha..... hahahaha.”
Arguing with a possessed person. Again. Honestly this is the, uhhh, fifth time this happens on this show? And people just seem to never learn. SIGH
Yeah, by not following the plan and acting stupid, so my sympathy is pretty limited aka non-existent. Btw his slide across the Institute floor was hilarious. And also, pretty nice of Clary not to just kill him. This is the second time she's spared him. Interesting.
ISTG IF THIS SCENE ENDS WITH A CLIFFHANGER IF HE GOES THROUGH WITH IT OR NOT IMMA FLIP MY SHIT
*manic laughter* I love that this makes so much sense. Asmodeus needs Magnus's heartbreak so he'll be susceptible to Asmodeus's influence. So his motives are shitty.
On the other hand it's not as if what Asmodeus says to Magnus isn't the truth. Fighting through this will make Magnus stronger, no doubt. Knowing he can be this low and still get back on his feet without running away and succumbing to the pain. And I'm glad, for obvious reasons, that Magnus didn't go through with the memory removal because ain't nobody got time for those issues. Mending the breakup in a satisfying was will be hard enough as is.
Back to the scene at hand, I gotta say I love this about Asmodeus: He doesn't lie outright, he mostly lies by omission, and he speaks enough truth to really screw with everyone's perception. It's awesome. He is such a great antagonist and his dynamic with Magnus is highly fascinating.
Conclusion: Not enough Malec (seriously, their only scenes together are flashbacks? the frakkin audacity) but tbh I'm still too high on endorphines since the memory removal didn't happen that I'm mostly okay with it. And the Jonathan-Jace comedy was nice.
#shadowhunters#3x19#magnus bane#alec lightwood#isabelle lightwood#clary fray#jace wayland#asmodeus#simon lewis#jonathan morgenstern#maia roberts#kyle#luke garroway#raphael santiago#reaction
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100 Random Things About Miriam Gurin
1: full name is Miriam Gurin - she never really brings up her middle name often so nobody's really sure what it is 2: she also responds to Miri, Her Royal Highness, and Potato 3: nobody knows why she respnds to being called Potato 4: sometimes she specifically asks to be called Potato 5: there are times when she won't respond to anything BUT Potato 6: it only gets weirder from here so if you're not prepared then stop reading this list cuz I ain't sayin it again 7: born on a Saturday at 4:00 AM on May 18th 8: 19 years old but she'll occasionally act like she's 7 for who the fuck knows why 9: really sarcastic and funny and generally super laid-back 10: doesn't really get angry about anything ever unless someone is really really annoying or rude to her on purpose 11: solid G-cup 12: do not force her to run or she will die because her boobs are very very heavy 13: often makes jokes about how large her chest is 14: has stated on several occasions that she doesn't even HAVE boobs at this point - she has natural flotation devices 15: spends about 15 hours a day eating and snacking but never gains any weight (except she does actually - it literally just goes straight to her breasts and makes them even bigger) 16: not thicc but not skinny either 17: always experimenting with crazy hairstyles 18: almost always has her hair up in uniquely designed ponytails 19: when her hair is down it literally almost touches the floor 20: her vision is 100% perfect without her glasses until you make her try to read something, and then she just instantly becomes illiterate 21: fully Japanese but perfectly fluent in English and often speaks in it around her Japanese friends just to fuck with them and make them wonder what the hell she's even saying 22: potentially self aware and knows that she doesn't even exist and is fictional 23: heterosexual bitch 24: watches a lot of american police and car-chase shows 25: can hold her breath underwater for SEVEN FUCKING MINUTES 26: possibly a marine animal 27: she'll eat any damn thing you put in front of her as long as it isn't rotten 28: she ate cow liver on a dare once and just... started buying it constantly after that because apparently it tasted fantastic? ??? 29: did this for over six months 30: A MASTER AT MARIO KART AND ONLY RIVALED IN SKILL BY BLAKE 31: literally cannot go two seconds without saying something random and completely off-topic 32: she made an online dating profile once just for shits and giggles and the information she provided was ridiculous 33: she stated that her sexuality was "maple syrup" and for her hobbies all she put was "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEED" despite the fact that she's not even a stoner 34: SHE'S A TOTAL SLUT FOR DORITOS and if you ever give her any at any point she will automatically be your best friend 35: she has an entire sub-reddit called "caterpillars in hats" and it's literally just pictures she took of caterpillars she found outside either wearing tiny hats she got from doll clothes or just photoshopped to be wearing one 36: it has over 700 subscribers and she's very proud of her masterpieces 37: super flirtatious all the damn time 38: the oldest of eight sisters 39: has a thing for sexy cops 40: she knows a an actual sexy cop for reals 41: she wants a piece of dat sexy cop 42: 100% does not care about sex in any way at all 43: not apathetic, just thinks that there's way more important stuff than sex 44: like caterpillars in hats 45: perfect candidate for motorboating and she'll probably let you do that to her because she thinks it's funny 46: spends several nights a week reading creepypastas and then bingewatching stupid shit like cat memes just to cleanse her soul because it stresses her out 47: despite this she does it eVERY FUCKING NIGHT 48: she knows it's bad for her but she just keeps reading 49: firmly believes the Rake lives in her bedroom closet 50: if someone says or does something she doesn't like she respnds with a very loud "FUCK OFF, GIL" 51: she doesn't get scared easily despite all the creepypastas she reads, if anything just a bit paranoid 52: if you poke her while she's reading them she'll probably hit you with her keyboard so if you see her at the computer at 2 am make sure you clearly and audibly declare your presence before approaching 53: favorite movies are Scary Movie 1 through 5 54: personally I had no idea there was a 5th Scary Movie 55: IT CAME OUT IN 2013 FOR FUCKS SAKE 56: I got a bit sidetracked here and honestly Miriam does that a lot too 57: she has a pet tarantula that's literally the size of her fucking hand 58: she named it Fuzzy and she plays with it as if it's a fucking dog 59: all other spiders are gross to her but apparently Fuzzy is fine 60: Fuzzy isn't poisonous or anything so she'll let it just 61: sit 62: on her head 63: on any given occasion 64: because she's insane 65: she can say over 75 different swear words and insults in Latin 66: nobody knows why 67: she has double-jointed wrists and she does all kinds of weird hand tricks to freak people out 68: one of her pinkies is significantly shorter than the other and she likes to believe she's the first in a line of natural born humans who will slowly evolve to not have pinkies 69: she owns 97 bras 70: it's super hard to find ones that support her chest size so she just improvises 71: the password to her home wifi is supercalafragioulisticexpialadoscious 72: she loves seeing people's reactions when they realize she's not fucking with them and that's literally the fucking password 73: HATES PEANUT BUTTER 74: not because of the taste but because of the texture 75: she fucking loves the taste of peanut butter but can't bring herself to eat something like a peanut butter sandwich because the texture is gross to her 76: she can mimic a dog barking perfectly and it's scarily accurate 77: likes to come up behind people and just bark at them to scare them 78: once disguised herself as a potted bush in a public area and scared people for fun 79: needs to make a youtube channel for pranks but she's too lazy 80: NEVER MISSES AN EPISODE OF JERRY SPRINGER 81: suffers from frequent back pain becsuse her chest is so fucking huge 82: she weighed just her breasts on a scale once - both combined were 48 pounds 83: wants to get them reduced to a nice, classy, tolerable B-cup 84: but again she's lazy and also she doesn't really wanna deal with a surgery 85: almost always wearing eitber pants or shorts 86: she literally only owns one dress and it's black 87: the dress is perfect and both casual and classy events, and she wears it for weddings, funerals, and other random social events where it would be inappropriate to show up in jeans and a t-shirt (her preferred outfit combo) 88: likes to put song lyrics in one language into Google translate, then translate them back and then sing the fucked up wrong lyrics 89: investing money into building a blinding laser weapon 90: her motto is "Life will go on like your bra strap goes on your chest" 91: when people mention that one's bra strap doesn't actually go on one's chest she just grins and... says nothing until someone awkwardly changes the subject 92: likes saying weird random things in conversation just to mess everyone up 93: has an unnecessary fear of moths for some reason 94: HAS NO FUCKING IDEA HOW TO JUMP ROPE AT ALL 95: also can't use a treadmill 96: she can run for about three seconds before she just falls on her face 97: calls everyone Joe 98: both friends and strangers 99: she doesn't care who you are - if you're in your life, your name is Joe 100: all in all she's a very good potato
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Embedded in New Orleans: The Ritz, the Rout and the Reason the Saints Are Unstoppable
NEW ORLEANS — “This is the first time in NFL history a play like this has been run from this formation! Ever!” jovial Saints coach Sean Payton called out to his offensive team Saturday night in a second-floor ballroom at the Ritz-Carlton on Canal Street. This was a man in love with his job.
The NFL’s state-of-the-art offense was doing a final walk-through in the Salon II ballroom before facing the Eagles on Sunday in the Superdome. (New Orleans embarrassed Philadelphia, 48-7, the worst loss ever by a defending Super Bowl champion.) Quite a sight, as the players lined up and walked/slow-jogged through the first 15 plays they planned to run. Alvin Kamara, wearing flip-flops, black socks and a red hoodie obscuring much of his face. Brees, in shorts, untied sneakers and a black T-shirt pumping his FNA co-ed flag football league.
Payton, in a blue pullover, playing defense.
Payton called out the name of Sunday’s bizarre play: “Q stop, G snug. Right empty. QB 38 Z Crush Alley.” On cue, Brees joined two wideouts to the left in a bunch formation (three receivers, snug to each other), while jack-of-all-trades-quarterback Taysom Hill joined the same type of bunch formation to the right.
Damndest thing I ever saw: Five linemen up front. Three receivers left, three receivers right.
No quarterback.
As instructed, Brees trailed two bigger wideouts on the left side of the formation. The coaches lined up as Eagle defensive players.
“I got Drew!” Payton said, crouching a bit across from the left bunch, like a press corner. “And don’t screw up the cadence, Taysom!”
The 11 offensive guys got set, and at the last minute, Hill motioned left to a shotgun position and called out the signals. Center Max Unger snapped it to him, and Hill powered right in a slow jog behind a slew of blockers. The play would be a power run, and it would fit into exactly what Payton told his players in this meeting: “Our emphasis in this game is to run at 22 [cornerback Sidney Jones]. He’s coming off a hamstring, and we don’t think he can hold up.”
No fooling around. All business, even on this weird play. Strange seeing football players practice at 30-percent speed in hoodies and jeans and whatever, with coaches playing Fletcher Cox and Malcolm Jenkins. After 15 minutes, each play run the same way, Payton said, “Let’s break it down,” and they gathered in a circle, said something I couldn’t understand, and the players went to team snack. (More than a snack, actually; it was a full-blown buffet meal.)
In the wide hallway outside Salon II, I asked Payton: “How’d you think of the double-bunch play?”
“Thursday night,” Payton said. “Just doodling. Just thinking. I just thought of it, and I said to the coaches, ‘Will this work?’ And [quarterbacks coach] Joe Lombardi said, ‘Why not? We can do anything we want.’ When I told Troy Aikman about it [in the FOX production meeting], he said, ‘Who’s getting the snap?’ I said, ‘No one. Yet.’ “
Payton thought for a minute, giving a John Nash look into the distance. “Part of it, really, is thinking of something that they [the Eagles] haven’t seen. That’s the job of a game-planner. You want eight heads to turn to [smart Eagles veteran safety] Malcolm Jenkins and be like, ‘What do we do?’ “
Payton took my notebook and drew out the formation. He said sometime later in the game, they’d reverse the call. It’d be Brees who’d go behind center at the last second and take a snap. Only this time it wouldn’t be a power run. Brees would throw it—maybe a quick stop route to the left, or a post from a receiver in the right bunch.
By that time, the players had all relocated to the ballroom with the food. Except for one player. That player was playing a grand piano—and playing it very, very well.
We looked over, and I asked Payton who it was.
“Austin Carr,” Payton said. “Wide receiver. President of his class at Northwestern. He’ll be the president of the United States when he retires.”
Carr played for a while, beautifully. I went over to ask him about playing.
“Just relieving some tension,” said Carr, talking while his fingers moved over the keys. He said he loves the music of John Legend. This music is what you’d hear from someone coming out of Juilliard.
“The song’s beautiful,” I said. “What’s it called?”
“I haven’t named it yet,” he said.
Lots of composers in this Saints group.
This is what I learned about the best offense in this offensively explosive period of football: It’s a more democratic group than I thought. This isn’t an autocratic Payton dictating plays. Drew Brees has a ton of input in plays he wants to run. Brees’ historically accurate season (he’s a 67-percent career passer, completing 77 percent this year) has a lot to do with his symbiotic relationship with Payton, and with both of them knowing what works best for an offense that’s quite complex. But it’s an offense they’ve nurtured and expanded since both came to the Saints in 2006. As Carr told me: “I can attest to the democratic process here. There’s an ethos of leaving your ego at the door. Lots of teams say that, but you don’t always see it. Sean’s OK when Drew says, ‘I don’t want to do that,’ and same with Drew about Sean. They’ve found the sweet spot in dealing with each other.”
I saw that in the final meeting of the night. More about that later.
First, let me explain what the night is like. It has six segments: a short all-coaches meeting, maybe 10 minutes; a 20-minute discussion about the first 15 plays Payton intends to call; a very short (maybe five to 10 minutes) all-team meeting, with a message mainly from Payton; the walk-through with the offense; the all-team snack (and, on this night, piano-playing); and finally, a meeting of about 40 minutes with Brees telling Payton, offensive coordinator Pete Carmichael and Lombardi what he likes and doesn’t like in the game plan.
The all-coaches meeting has a discussion of injuries and who will be active and inactive, and a message from Payton. Two things tonight: “We gotta run right at 22 [Jones] and we gotta throw at 22. We’re gonna make him defend the run on the first play. We’re going after him on three of the first eight plays.”
And then, a bit of a surprise. “We want to put the game on [Eagles quarterback Carson] Wentz,” Payton said. Payton likes Wentz as a player, but his player-personnel analyst, Ryan Herman, gives him trends and numbers every week, and Payton tells the group two interesting ones about Wentz, from Herman: The Eagles are 1-11 when Wentz plays and they allow more than 26 points. And he’s 0-9 when he passes for between 308 and 364 yards, the point being if he does that, the Eagles likely won’t be running the ball well, and the Saints feel they can beat a one-dimensional offense.
Then the defensive coaches left to work on their own, and the offensive coaches work on the opening plays. On the screen, Payton’s opening plays come up … and the double-bunch is number five. Clearly, it’s going to be called early in the game. Payton wants to see the big-bodied Hill steaming around right end at number 22. (He never calls him “Sidney Jones.” Just “22.”) For a stranger who doesn’t know the Saints’ vernacular, listening to the discussion of each play is like listening to Dutch. One of the reasons Payton isn’t paranoid about me sitting in, I’m sure, is that when I hear, “Snug left, Y fly, P 35 Stab dog F rail,” I’m not going to know what it means—and that’s just the way they like it.
“Ball security in this game is everything,” Payton said. “They’ve got a great front. They’ll come after us. They have to win this game. Let’s go win another one.
“Because it’s the next one.”
Then the short team meeting with the message, again, about 22. Then the defensive players leave to move next door to have their own meeting. Then everyone in the room, coaches and offensive players, pick up the conference-room chairs and stack them by either side of the room, to make room for the walk-through. This walk-through is a test, to see if every player can remember his job on every play (and for 15 straight plays, there are no mental errors, only the warning from Payton to Hill about his cadence).
One interesting thing: Players are drilled in the precision of spacing, and who is on the line and who is off a step. So several times, Michael Thomas lined up wide left, on the line, and almost reflexively waved his hand to the receiver to his left, as if to say, ‘Get a step back.’ One of the coaches told me the receivers take care of each other like that.
Then the snack. In the big room with stations scattered throughout, Payton gets spaghetti and explains the week and the importance of continuing to mine information. “This year, because of Taysom’s development, we talk a lot during the week about how to use Taysom,’’ he said, digging into what for him is dinner, not a snack. “But we meet late most nights during the week. I want to go over everything. I want to see it, write it, feel it, discuss it. Last night, I put on the Football Life with Mike Holmgren. He used to be a third-grade teacher, and I think that’s great training for what we do. We gotta put a plan together with who is in the building—not with who we wish was in the building. We gotta evolve with who we have.”
R and D is big in the job. “I look at the league a lot,” Payton said. “I look at all the scoring plays every week. I look at [Bill] Belichick and New England. I look at Sean McVay. I found a good one last night. I hadn’t watched all of New England’s offensive plays in the Super Bowl against Philadelphia in a while, and so last night, I put the tape on and I found something. Gronk [tight end Rob Gronkowski] caught a ball inside the 10 and scored, but it’s how he caught it. It was like catching an inbounds pass, using your body to keep the defender off you. That’s perfect for us. I told Mike Thomas, ‘This is a touchdown.’ We practiced it today. I think we’ll use it.”
By 9:55, Brees and his coaches sit back in LaSalle, and now it’s Brees’ turn to weigh in on the game plan. Payton has approximately 18 sections of the game plan: play-action, screens, quarterback-movement plays, empty-backfield, two-minute, and more. All the men in the room have a copy of the play sheet. Payton asks Brees, for instance, “Red zone, 20 to the 11, what do you got?” In other words, “What do you want me to call?” To each section, Brees said between one and six plays. In this section, for instance, he said six plays. Payton, using a black Sharpie, placed a dot on each play Brees liked and wanted called.
And it was the way Brees said the plays. Deliberately, with reasoning when need be. Like: “22 paint Y shock, X Harvey.” Four or five seconds to look at the next play and envision it. Then onto the others. “52 Z Hank.” And more.
In the tight Red Zone category (5-yard line to the 3) Payton asked Brees, “How are you with Bloodhound 21?” Good, Brees said. Payton liked this—it was a way to take advantage of a young and inexperienced secondary, calling the play quickly and using fast tempo to rush to the line while the defense might be swimming.
At 10:37, Brees was done with his recommendations. There’d been, by my count, 46 of them. One would pay dividends early in Sunday’s game.
After the meeting, Payton and Brees sat with me to discuss imagination and their bond. “The evolution from where we were, call it 13 years ago, when we all first got here in ’06 to now, is pretty amazing” Brees said. “It’s an exciting process. It’s a bit nerve-wracking early in the week I think because you’re sitting there watching film after film and you’re trying to identify all the ways that you can attack that defense, right? I think some of our best ideas at times come on a Saturday or Saturday night, or even Sunday morning.”
Said Payton: “This week, it started with me drawing it on the board saying, what if we just lined up with no quarterback and one of the two of them came back depending on the play. Part of the install sometimes is to have some fun and have some levity with something like that. The first day we’re doing it in walk through. Max [Unger, the center] turns around. There’s no one to snap to. Drew and Taysom are kinda looking at each other like, is it me? Or is it you? And—
Brees interrupted: “Rock, paper, scissors.”
There’s Brees, finishing Payton’s sentence.
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Swapfell: A version of Underswap AU that has been heavily inspired by the dark concept of Underfell AU.
Swapfell [Pacifist Route]
==Chara==
The fallen child. Wears a jumpsuit.
Default items: Knife & bandage
==Temmie==
(Translator’s note: not too sure if Temmie’s manner of speech would change completely or be kept the same as the one in the original game.)
Tem: "HOI! I’m Temmie.
U R new to the RUINS, roight? U muss b so…CONFOOSED! This place really scary YAYA! TEmmie helps you get outta here.
First…try dodging these bullets! They gonna hurt U!”
-When hit:
Tem: “HOIVS! Is hUman okay? Tem sorry, Tem threw them too fast”.
-When you successfully dodge the bullets:
Tem: “Hooman done rly well YAYA! But this is the simplest kind of attack…Outside the RUINS, there’s goin to b so many scarier things…
HO…HOIVS!? He…ASGORE is comin! Tem sorry, Hooman, Tem gotta go NAO!”
(Temmie disappears to the ground after jumping up like a fox)
==Asgore==
A black goat. Wears a robe. Wields magic.
Asgore: “Finally, a human has fallen down.
It’s been a very long time since the last time this has happened…
The throne made for the King of all monsters…With the human SOUL, I can finally fulfil my dream of claiming it mine! The Queen [Toriel] shall perish, and I will become the new ruler of the underground! Human, I must take you alive to the castle, and to the Queen.
There’s no point in trying to escape from me, human. After all, the only way out from this place is past me, which would lead you straight to the castle. But first! I’ll have to see if you are worthy of being taken. Outside the RUINS dwells much greater danger, and if you can’t even look after yourself in this place, then…there’s no point in keeping someone as weak as you alive. I have important errands to run ahead, so survive and reach the end of the RUINS by yourself!
Oh, I’ll leave you with this cell phone just in case, but I sure hope that I’ll never need to hear you call me for help.”
[RUINS, act 1]
(*The shadow of the RUINS wraps the air. You are filled with DETERMINATION.)
(The puzzles inside the RUINS have been destroyed. The broken parts of the puzzles are scattered across the paths, leaving a huge mess.)
(The walls and the pillars have cracks on them)
==Dummy==
(Temmie reappears)
Tem: “T-Tem is sorry! Tem didn’t try to run away without U, Human. Tem just too scared of…him…N-Nevermind that!
Look! That’s a DUMMY, YAYA! Try talking to the Dummy, Human!
[MERCY]
Tem: “uuuhm, Tem thinks this not a bad idea!”
[ACT -> TALK]
Tem: “Human well done!! If U talk to monsters like this, Tem is sure monsters will let Human go!
W…What if they DON’T let Human go?? …WeL…Maybe Human can th-threaten them…? With the Kn-Knife…? Beat them up…? O-or…Gib dem MoNs???
U see, that’s the kind of place this is, Human. Even tho it’s not good and U might not like it, U will habe to do those kinds of things…”
[RUINS, act 2]
Tem: “Sorry Human, Tem has to go back to where Human had fallen down for now. Don’t worry, Tem sure Human will B safe! The puzzles in the RUINS hab been destroyed by Asgore, so there will B nothing else around than some monsters, YayA!
BTW, thank U Human…for trusting Tem!!!”
(*Whenever you walk across the paths, paved with scattered pieces of broken pillars and walls, the crackling sound echoes through the hallway. The thought of your journey ahead fills you with DETERMINATION.)
(Monster Candies and ‘G’)
*It’s a note from Temmie:
-HOI! It’s Tem. Tem forgot to gib Human these! They will help Human, YAyA!
*There are 3 Monster Candies and 400G. Will you take them? Y/N
(Moving the talking rock)
Rock: “Nuh-uh, sorry pardoner. Ain’t gonna work, I ain’t movin an inch from this spot. Some nasty folk glued me down so that the traps dun’t move. Who that folk is, you askin’? Well, I’m preey sure you know just who.”
(The SAVE point near the mouse hole)
* Although the walls are full of holes, the lone mouse inside the hole still intrigues you. Your curiosity fills you with DETERMINATION.)
[By inspecting the mouse hole repeatedly, a special dialogue script will be triggered.]
*…? There’s something shining inside the mouse hole.
(Translator’s note: Seems like the author hasn’t decided what that special something would be yet.)
==Hapstablook==
Hapstablook: ........................................
...............................................
(Why are they still just standing there?)
..............................................
*There’s a ghost crying, and they are blocking your way.
*Will you move them forcibly? Y/N
Y ->
*Here comes Hapstablook.
*[Check] *[Flirt]
*[Threaten] *[Compliment]
[Compliment]
*You try to encourage Hapstablook by complimenting them enthusiactically.
Hapstablook: “w…what?”
*Hapstablook seems to feel a little better.
[Compliment the second time]
*You tell Hapstablook that they have a beautiful voice.
Hapstablook: “Gee, I know.
Thank you so much…In return, I will let you hear more of my lovely voice.”
*Your compliments seem to have lifted Hapstablook’s mood.
*Hapstablook wants to show you something.
Hapstablook: “Wait, hold on a moment! Look at this! I call this ‘StarBlook’.”
*Hapstablook is excitedly anticipating your (kind) response.
Hapstablook: “Ah, of course!
I usually come to the RUINS to practice because there’s hardly anybody here…
But today I met somebody FABULOUS!
Oh, am I blocking your way? I will move away just for you, darling. I hope to see you later!”
(Grillby’s chain store)
*A collection of Fire Restaurant’s finest dishes! Please visit the main store if you liked tasting the samples.
Fire Salad 15 G
: A bowl of flames. It seems as if it would burn your insides when you swallow it. Wait, would it really? Heals 20 HP
Fire Wine 50 G
: A fancy bottle of flames. It glows beautifully, but it doesn’t seem as appetising... nor does it look safe to drink. But you still wonder what it would taste like. Heals MAX HP. If you drink it, your vision would become blurry and you go dizzy for 1 minute.
(The promotion sign)
*Did you miss it? Fire restaurant promo sale down and to the right. We offer you the one and only chance to taste the popular dishes from Fire Restaurant at the lowest prices! Come have the ‘hottest’ dishes made by flames, for flames, of flames!
[Asgore’s HOME]
(*Seeing a small and worn out, yet majestic house in a place like this fills you with DERTERMINATION.)
Asgore: “I’m surprised that you have actually made it this far. Well, not really. I did destroy all the puzzles, after all. I honestly don’t understand why anyone would think it is necessary to have something as annoying as those puzzles. What’s the point of having them if everyone going through the RUINS is going to get killed by me?
Anyways, human. Go to the first room to your right. You must rest so that you are in your best state when I present you to the Queen.”
[Check Mirror]
*It’s you.
[Going down stairs without talking to Asgore]
Asgore: “Go upstairs, if you want to stay alive. I have yet to remove the bombs and mines down here.”
“Know that I can lock you up anytime if I want, human. Just go to your room.”
“You are the hope of monsters and humans. I cannot let you go alone, for I should be the one that takes you to the castle.”
*You tell Asgore that you are going to go outside the RUINS by yourself.
Asgore: “…If that’s how you are going to behave, I will have to destroy the door. Then, you will be trapped here unless you finally decide to come with me. Now, go back to your room. This is an order.”
[The Door]
Asgore: “You wish to go back home, don’t you? Ahead of this corridor lies the door to the rest of the underground. I’m going to destroy it. You won’t be able to run away from me then. Go back upstairs, human.
Every human who falls down here never gets out alive. I’ve seen so many of them trying to escape, but they all have failed, and died.
Foolish human. If you go outside, the Queen…Toriel…will kill you. But if you let me take you to the castle, I can let you live on and I will protect you, once I become the King.
You don’t have the power to stop me!
...
Even the Queen, Toriel, is yet to defeat me. If you truly wish to go outside, prove to me that you are strong enough to survive. Prove yourself by defeating me!
[Fighting Asgore]
*Asgore blocks your way!
- Author’s note: the solution to this fight is very similar to the one from Undertale. You must fight to defeat him.
[After defeating Asgore]
Asgore: “...You were…much stronger than I’ve thought... (Looks up at Chara) You… really want to go through that door…that much?”
[Attack] [>Mercy]
Asgore: “...Fine... Do whatever you want. There’s no way I can stop you at this rate. Go through. And meet her…Meet Toriel, the Queen.”
(Asgore stays sat in front of/near the door after letting Chara pass through)
[Last encounter with Temmie in the RUINS]
Temmie: “AMAZING! U passed the door and didn’t even kill ASGORE! Human so cool…but…Tem is so….w-whateVeS!! Tem prOuds of human!! The outside gon b so cruel and scarier…but…Tem believes that Human can do what Tem couldn’t…
N-NO! Human no need to feel pressure!
Tem always gonna watch U… and helps U!! So Human, Dun’t Die!!!!”
[Way to Snowdin Town]
*...?
*There’s a camera in the bushes. It smells of gunpowder…?
==Papyrus==
He’s always smoking, with his one eye almost closed most of the times. He wears a black sleeveless shirt, a pair of white socks, and a pair of black Adidas slippers with 3 white lines across on each one of the pair. His bones are all yellow except for his skull. He sells Tortillas.
Papyrus: "Human. Don’t you know how to treat your new pal?
Just hand over your filthy wad of money, that’s all it takes.”
*You hand over your money to the mysterious being.
Papyrus: “...? What.
That’s all you’ve got? Darn it, today’s the worst.
Make sure you carry around some more next time, ya little snotface.
Anyways, you are human, right? I can’t believe one actually had managed to come out from…there. I’m Papyrus. Papyrus the Skeleton.
I’m supposed to be looking for humans, but…Ya know. I can’t really be bothered. I really don’t care what happens to this place as long as I get my money.
But my brother… ‘Sans’, he’s a human-hunting maniac. He’s gonna be running down here yelling at any moment, I’m pretty sure.
Hey bucko, not that I care if you die or not, but how bout I hide you from him for a while? It’s not going to be for free, though. Maybe helping you like this will make it up for giving me all that money just now? Here, if you wanna make the deal, cross this bridge.”
(A giant boulder falls and destroys the bridge as both Papyrus and Chara crosses to the other side of the bridge)
*You feel streams of cold sweat running down your back.
Papyrus: “Oh, I haven’t told you about the traps, have I. There’s gonna be heaps more of these on the way.
Quick, hide behind the sentry station, would ya.”
(You do just that)
“Sup, Sans.”
==Sans==
His clothes has the Delta Rune symbol on the left chest area. He also has the symbol on his pupils. There’s a long open crack above his left eye socket area, probably similar to the one Horrortale Sans has. Loves SANSdwiches (ba dum tss). Says ‘NGH-HEH HEH!’ as he laughs. His weapon is a scythe made of bones AND it looks like a bone (translator’s note: Not sure how that would work but that’s what it says).
SANS: "DON’T !!!!!!!!! ‘SUP’ ME, PAPYRUS!!!!!!!!!!!!
CAN’T YOU SEE THAT THE BRIDGE’S BEEN BROKEN? WAS IT YOU WHO’D TOUCHED THE TRAPS?!
YOU IDIOT!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THE REGULAR MAINTENANCE ON IT, NOT BREAK IT!!
ALL YOU DO IS SMOKE ALL DAY AND MESS THINGS UP FOR ME, PAPYRUS! AND JUST LOOK AT YOUR SICKLY, YELLOWING BONES!”
Papyrus: “Dude, I bet I’m gonna live for so long at this rate, my bones are turning into gold. Nye-heh.”
SANS: “UGH, THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING FUNNY, PAPS!!! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING JUST THEN, YOU WERE SMOKING LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE AGAIN, WEREN’T YOU???”
Papyrus: “No not at all, bro. I was gonna smoke over there at the sentry station.”
SANS: “FOR HECK’S SAKE! IF YOU’VE GOT TIME FOR THAT, GO CLEAR THAT BOULDER AND FIX THE TRAPS, YOU SCUM! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH???! DON’T YOU DARE TARNISH MY REPUTATION BY LETTING THEM ESCAPE, PAPYRUS!
I AM THE BEST! I MUST BE THE BEST! I WILL CAPTURE A HUMAN!
AND I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, WILL RISE TO THE TOP WHERE EVERYONE WILL LOOK UPON ME WITH THEIR UTMOST RESPECT!!
MORE HONOUR….MORE RECOGNITION…I WILL FINALLY FULLFIL MY DREAM OF BECOMING A ROYAL GUARD!
SERIOUSLY, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY I AM STILL NOT ACCEPTED TO THE ROYAL GUARD. EVERYONE OBVIOUSLY FEARS AND OBEYS THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, SO WHY???”
Papyrus: “Um, prolly cuz you always get into troubles.”
SANS: “WHAT?! YOU ARE THE ONE CAUSING ALL THE TROUBLES, YOU ROTTENING BAG OF BONES! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY HARDSHIPS! YOU REEK AND I DON’T EVEN WANT TO GO NEAR YOU!!!!”
Papyrus: “But we don’t even have noses, Sans.”
SANS: “GAH!!!(*DISGUSTED SKELETON NOISES*)”
Papyrus: “Chillax, dude. It’s true tho, right?”
SANS: “IT IS AND I HATE IT!!!
SIGH… WHY DOES SOMEONE AS MAGNIFICENT AS ME…HAVE TO GET NEGLECTED LIKE THIS?”
Papyrus: “Well, you ARE pretty violent. You literally beat up any monsters that you come across.
I bet they are all scared…and…
…rattling their bones…”
SANS: “GAH!!!!!!!! I’M HAVING A POUNDING HEADACHE JUST TALKING TO YOU!!!”
Papyrus: “Zowie, that’s BONKers.”
SANS: “SCREW YOU PAPYRUS!!!!!!!!!I’M OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!”
[Sans goes off-stage]
Papyrus: “You can come out now, snotface.
Oh you look pale, did ya hafta hold your breath cuz of the smoke? I don’t know how that feels cuz I’m just a skelee.”
* You tell him that the smell of rotting sandwiches was killing you more than the smoke did.
Papyrus: “Oh damn, I forgot about those again. Sans made those. Those are uh…you know. Those taste like cheese stuck between dirty socks. Would you believe me if I told you those smell like fruits, when freshly served?
He makes me eat that garbage EVERYDAY. I don’t understand how he can suck so much at making something so basic.
Oh, got a little distracted, haven’t we.
Welp, I did your money’s worth. You should get going. He might come back. And when he sees you then, he will decapitate you. You wouldn’t want that to happen, aye?”
(And just as you try to enter the next map…)
Papyrus: “Um actually… the area beyond this point is full of traps because Sans is in charge. You are most likely going to die if you take a step there. How bout I guide you to a shortcut? Not for free, obviously.
Howzaboutit?”
150 G
Will you pay him?
[>N]
(You die immediately in the area that comes next to Sans & Papyrus encounter that is bound to happen after this payment)
GAME OVER
???: “Chara! You are the hope of my future. Stay determined!”
[>Y]
Papyrus: “Sweet. It’s a deal. The shortcut’s just over there. I’ll see you in the next room, bucko.”
(Translator’s note: It doesn’t quite make sense to me how Chara could have paid more money, when Papyrus took all their money the first time. Are they using cheques or something? Put it on the tab?)
*(??? ???? ??? ??? ????(I can’t translate this, it just doesn’t make sense to my thick skull).)
[Papyrus & Sans]
SANS: “SO, AS I WAS SAYING ABOUT ALPHYS.”
!
SANS: “YOU! YOU MUST BE…A HUMAN, RIGHT?! OH, THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME!”
Papyrus: “Hmm, I think that’s a rock, Sans.”
SANS: “ARE YOU BLIND!! THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT A ROCK!!”
Papyrus: “Well…About that...(Stares with his right eye half-closed)”
SANS: ….(>:^[)
Papyrus: “My righ—”
SANS: “GAH!!!!!!!WHATEVER!!!!
THAT’S A HUMAN! A HUMAN FINALLY ARRIVES! ALPHYS WILL…
I’M GONNA…
I’LL BECOME…
A ROYAL GUARD! I CAN BECOME A ROYAL GUARD! OH YES I SURE WILL!
HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA.
BECAUSE I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, WILL DECAPITATE YOU!!
WELL ACTUALLY, THAT COMES AFTER I’D CAPTURED YOU.
YOU WILL BE TAKEN TO ALPHYS!
AND!
ANNND!
UM.
WELL, SOMETHING’S GONNA HAPPEN. YEAH!
THE NEXT STAGE TO THIS AREA IS MY TURF, AND I’M SURE YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE MY TRAPS!! NGH-HEH-HEH!!!!” (goes off-stage)
Papyrus: “Well then, shall we go?”
?
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[The shortcut takes both of them to that part of the game immediately, skipping all the maps that were supposed to come prior to it]
Papyrus: “There’s a town just past the bridge. Good luck, chump.”
[Long bridge before Snowdin Town]
SANS: “WHAT!!! HOW DID YOU GET PAST MY TRAPS SO EASILY…AND SO FAST TOO, HUMAN?? YOU SLIPPERY SNAIL!
WELL, WHATEVER! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS ONE! BE HOLD, THIS IS YOUR LAST AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE: THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!”
(Various traps come down)
“WITH MY COMMAND, EVERYTHING WILL ACTIVATE! CANNONS WILL FIRE, SPIKES WILL FALL! AND BLADES WILL SWING!
THE CHANCES OF YOU SURVIVING THIS, YOU ASK? NONE!
ARE YOU READY, HUMAN??? BECAUSE I!
AM!
ABOUT!
TO DO IT!”
?...
Papyrus: “Uh, something wrong, dude?”
SANS: “UGH, WHY ISN’T THIS STUPID THING WORKING?? WHY?? ARGH, SCREW THIS!! I’M SICK OF EVERYTHING ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN MY DAY!
JUST YOU WAIT, HUMAN! I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL YOU AFTER I FIX THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!”
(Sans goes off-stage)
Papyrus: “Hmm, so I guess…my role as your helper ends here? It’s just about enough labour for the money’s worth, don’t ya agree?
Heeey, how come you are looking at me like that, as if you’re getting ripped off? I honestly did so much for you. You should thank me.”
[Snowdin Town]
(*All the houses in the town are old, boring and colourless. The townspeople look sad, and they do not seem to even have the strength to stand straight. Despite the depressing air that fills the whole town, the orange decorative lights above your head flicker, filling you with DETERMINATION.)
==Asriel==
Asriel: "You are a human, aren’t you?
But why would one be here? Well um…whatever. Are you going to the CORE as well? To see mom…I mean, the Queen Toriel?
It must have been so hard for you, to have come all the way here.”
==Snowdin Shop, Gerson==
Welcome. Watcha need?
[You say hello]
Gerson: “You are not from around here, aren’t ye? Welcome to Snowdin Town. It’s been forever since the last time there’s been an outsider here. This stinking town’s not made for attracting tourists, after all.
So, where dizya come from? The capital?
You don’t look like a traveller.”
[You ask him about the things to do in Snowdin Town]
Gerson: “…You seriously want to hang out here in Snowdin? Huh.
Well, there is a big restaurant run by a lady called Muffet. The food there is okay-ish from what I know, but she’s a stingy one. Never misses a digit when it comes to counting money.
Also, you’ll see a library right next to the restaurant. I don’t recommend going inside, so don’t blame me if you do end up going there. It’s all dusty from years of neglect, and all you’ll find there are some outdated books and old, rusty, creaking desks.
Right next to my shop is the inn. Maybe you can rest there, but the beds? They have the worst kind. Plain horrible. They make your back hurt for a week.
Oh, and it seems that the owner of the inn has a sister who’s apparently went out to live in Waterfall. I don’t know much of what happened to her.
By the way, have you seen a pair of funky skeletons on the street? Be careful out there, kiddo. If you stay outside for too long, they might come and molest you, take your money away or maybe even cut off all your limbs.
Brothers, I think. They just suddenly appeared one day, threatening the townsfolk and…things here have gotten worse than ever. Now everyone’s traumatised and always terrified.”
[The history of the town]
Gerson: “What, are you seriously asking me about the history of the town, right here and now? Do kids even go to school these days...Hmm, actually, that’s understandable. The underground school is utter trash. Alright kid, here it goes.
Long ago, many monsters used to live in the RUINS. Long story short, they all eventually had to evacuate to the end of the underground. But only the rich and the strong survived the journey to the end, and the poor and the weak, such as myself, left behind the cold and dark place we now call Snowdin.
That being said, you should keep away from the RUINS. The door there had been locked for ages, but you shouldn’t even try unless you are a ghost or have a reason to dig a big ol’ tunnel through the ground. Anyone who gets near the door, dies.”
[About life]
Gerson: “Life? It’s always the same, full of struggles and frustration. I’m gonna become claustrophobic just hiding inside like this every day. I want to go out to the surface again. Who wouldn’t? This wretched place’s the worst you can ever set your feet into. The ones of higher power repress the poor and the weak, and somewhere, every day, someone gets murdered and unspeakable things rot people’s mind. Who’d ever want to live here?
But for us to all escape from this damned place, the magical barrier has to be taken down, which the Queen has yet to accomplish. I don’t have high hopes. Even if she does take it down someday, only the privileged monsters living at CORE will escape, and the rest will be abandoned like we always had been.
So, young one, if you want my word of advice, all I can tell you is: ‘get out of here as soon as you can’.”
[The Librarby]
-*(These are school reports about monster funerals. The yellowing sheets of paper suggest that they are from very long ago.)
Monster funerals, technically speaking, are dumb as heck. When monsters get old and kick the bucket, they turn into dust. At funerals, we take that dust and spread it on that person’s favourite thing. They say the person’s memory will live on those things forever. Seriously, it’s an awfully dumb tradition.
-*While monsters are mostly made of magic, human beings are mostly made of water. Humans, with their physical forms, are far stronger than us.
But they will never know the joy of getting their custom magic-bullet-patterned merchandises. It’s all about business, baby!
-*Because they are made of magic, monsters’ bodies are attuned to their SOUL.
If a monster doesn’t want to fight, its defence will weaken.
And the crueller the intentions of our enemies, the more their attacks will hurt us.
Therefore, if a being with a powerful SOUL struck with the desire to kill…
-* “MONSTER HISTORY PART 4”
Fearing the humans, we evacuated out of our old home, RUINS.
We braved through the harsh cold, damp swampland, and searing heat…Until we reached what we now call our capital. But what we couldn’t have foreseen was the battle between the monster kinds. Poverty and appalling crimes, along with our grudge against humanity, have let the monster society to fall apart.
-*Love… hope… compassion…? (Various words are scribbled, but are cancelled out to make it hard to read them)
This is what people say monster SOULs are made of.
But the absolute nature of “SOUL” is unknown.
After all, humans have proven that monster SOULs don’t need these things to exist.
[Bonebrother’s mail boxes]
(LEFT) (*The name ‘SANS’ is written on this mailbox. It’s full of memo papers and letters. None of them seems to have been read, but they are still all crumpled anxiously. You also notice that some of the letters are about the bills.)
(RIGHT) (*This mailbox is completely boarded up with wooden panels.)
[Sans Fight]
SANS: “HUMAN. ALTHOUGH IT IS A SHAME FOR ME TO ADMIT, I GET THAT YOU ARE PRETTY DARN STRONG AND CLEVER. AFTER ALL, YOU HAVE GOTTEN PAST MY TRAPS, SUCCESSFULLY UPSETTING SOMEONE AS MAGNIFICENT AS ME!
ALSO…UH…PAPYRUS TOLD ME THAT YOU’D EATEN ONE OF MY SANDWICHES, AND SO GRACEFULLY, TOO! IS THAT TRUE?”
[*You tell him that you have not----]
SANS: “WELL, IT IS TRUE THAT MY COOKING SKILL IS THE FINEST!”
[*You try again to tell him that it’s all a lie------]
SANS: “I UNDERSTAND, HUMAN. MY SANDWICHES MUST BE SO GOOD (Translator’s note: it sure does bring all the boys and girls to the yard, am I right lads or am I right lads) , HOW ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE EATEN ONE THAT’S GOTTEN SO OLD? YOU MUST REALLY LIKE (MY) SANDWICHES! ( ?° ?? ?°)
AND YOU ARE SO STRONG, TOO. I’VE NOTICED THAT YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO PULL THROUGH MY DEVIOUSNESS AND ENTERTAIN ME FOR A WHILE! THE PEOPLE I’VE KILLED SO FAR HAVE DIED WAY TOO EASILY, AND IT’S NOT BEEN SO FUN FOR ME, YOU KNOW?
UNTIL…YOU’VE CAME ALONG! OH, I SURE AM GOING TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.
OH, THE WHOLE KILLING YOU THING? DON’T WORRY TOO MUCH; I STILL NEED THE PERMISSION TO KILL YOU. SO, THAT’S BEING POSTPONED.
NOW, HUMAN. I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, WILL…
WAIT….
NO.
I CAN’T SHOW YOU MY TRUE POWER AND MIGHTINESS UNLESS I STRIKE WITH THE INTENTION TO KILL YOU! AND I’VE WANTED TO TEST IT FOR LONG, TOO…ON AN ACTUAL, STRONG HUMAN LIKE YOU!
HUMAN, I SHALL FIGHT YOU TO FINALLY REACH MY TRUE POTENTIAL! THAT I HAVE YET! TO HAVE WITNESS!
AS THE NEWEST MEMBER…
OF THE ROYAL GUARD!
*Sans blocks your way!
[Act>Check]
Sans [ATK and DEF : (awaiting author’s input)]
He likes to say “NGH-HEH-HEH!”
SANS: “NGH-HEH-HEH!”
(or)
*Sans whispers ‘NGH-HEH-HEH!’ to you.
SANS: “WHAT, YOU AREN’T GONNA FIGHT? WELL! THAT MEAN’S I WILL HAVE TO THROW THE FIRST BLOW! TAKE THIS, YOU ARE GONNA HAVE A TERRIBLE TIME!
NGH-HEH-HEH!”
*The blade on Sans’ scythe glows cyan blue.
SANS: “NGH-HEH-HEH, I SEE YOU TRYING TO DODGE!
BUT HOW LONG WILL YOU LAST JUST BY DODGING?”
* Sans excitedly swings the scythe that’s been resting on his shoulders.
SANS: “I HOPE YOU WILL SURVIVE AS FAR TO SEE MY SPECIAL ATTACK, HUMAN!
* Sans is reminded of the time Papyrus had blown out cigarette smoke on Sans’ face, and frowns in disgust.
SANS: “GAH!! I’M GETTING DISTRACTED BECAUSE YOU ARE MOVING SO SLOW!”
* Sans is preparing for something.
SANS: “EVERYTHING WILL GO AS PLANNED ONCE I HAND YOU OVER TO ALPHYS.”
*Sans is laughing hysterically.
SANS: “AND THEN, SHE WILL FINALLY LET ME BE AN OFFICIALLY CERTIFIED ROYAL GUARD!
AS FOR PAPYRUS…GAH, I CAN’T CARE LESS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THAT MONEY DRIVEN FOOL!”
*Sans is pretending to be cool.
SANS: “FROM THEN, THOSE ANNOYING LETTERS WILL STOP BEING DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE…AND I BET INSTEAD, SO MANY PEOPLE WILL GATHER AROUND MY HOUSE TO PAY THEIR RESPECT TOWARD ME!”
[When you are left with only 1 HP]
SANS: “I…I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ARE SO WEAK??? ARE YOU MESSING AROUND WITH ME?? THIS IS NOT FUN AT ALL! THERE’S NO WAY YOU ARE THE SAME PERSON WHO HAD DEFEATED ALL MY TRAPS!
UNBELIEVABLE! YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR NOT LETTING ME USE MY SPECIAL ATTACK! I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE ‘DUNGEON (PAPYRUS CALLS IT OUR GARAGE BUT ‘DUNGEON’ SOUNDS COOLER)!”
[BONEBROTHERS’ GARAGE]
*It’s a note from Sans.
SANS: ‘HUMAN! YOU SHALL REMAIN HERE UNTIL ALPHYS DECIDES WHAT TO DO WITH YOU. DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO ESCAPE!’
[Check dog food bowl]
*(Unfortunately, it’s just dry food)
[Check exit door]
*(The door knob is broken. A note that says “Under Papyrus’ Maintenance” hangs next to it.)
SANS: “YOU!! HOW DID YOU GET OUT? GO BACK IN THERE, ALPHYS HASN’T COME YET!!”
(Second battle with Sans, Chara down to1HP again.)
SANS: “GOT YA, HUMAN! I DONNO HOW YOU HAD MANAGED TO GET OUT ONCE, BUT I WON’T LET YOU DO THAT TWICE! IT’S DANGEROUS TO BE OUTSIDE, SO GO BACK INSIDE!
*It’s a note from Sans.
SANS: ‘YOU SHOULD REALLY NOTIFY ME FIRST IF YOU WANNA GET OUT, HUMAN. I’M NOT LETTING OTHERS KILL YOU FIRST, THAT WOULD TAINT MY REPUTATION.
[Check dog food bowl]
*(It has what seems like…uh, a sandwich inside. It’s shredded into small piece.)
[Check exit door]
*(The door knob is still broken, but this time it has ducktapes on.)
SANS: “WHAT, AGAIN?! IS THE DOOR KNOB STILL NOT FIXED?? AND WHY ARE YOU KEEP TRYING TO COME OUT, YOU JUST END UP BEING CAPTURED WAY BEFORE I EVEN USE MY SPECIAL ATTACK! ARE YOU BEING PERKY BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE SO STRONG? YOU MUST REALLY WANT TO CHALLENGE SOMEONE AS STRONG LIKE I, HUH!”
(Third battle with Sans, Chara down to1HP again.)
SANS: “NO, NEVERMIND…YOU ARE JUST TOO WEAK.”
*It’s a note from Sans.
SANS: ‘JUST PLEASE STAY PUT, WON’T YOU? I’VE TOLD PAPYRUS FOR THE SECOND TIME TO FIX THE DAMNED DOOR KNOB, SO NOW YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO GET OUT!”
[Check exit door]
*(Someone tried to fix the door with some strips of cellophane tape. There is a thread of post-its next to the door.)
PAPYRUS! I TOLD YOU TO FIX THE DOOR!
Okay.
DON’T JUST ADMIT IT! FIX IT NOW AND PROPERLY!
‘Properly.’
YOU CALL THIS FIXED????
Well it does shut.
YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO LOCK IT!
Oh hey wait, I think the door’s stuck…
GAH, NEVERMIND!
SANS: “GAH, I KNEW HE WOULDN’T HAVE FIXED THE DOOR! ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO MESS WITH ME??? I DON’T HAVE THE TIME TO PLAY WITH YOU! GAH, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SITUATION. I COULD EASILY AMPUTATE YOUR LEGS SO YOU CAN’T WALK ANYMORE, YOU KNOW. IT SUCKS THAT I NEED TO PRESENT THE HUMAN NICE AND FRESH.”
(*Would you fight Sans for the fourth time?)
>No
SANS: “HOW…HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MOCKERY OF ME!!...I’M GONNA GET LAUGHED AT FOR THIS, AREN’T I?! I WON’T BE ABLE TO BECOME A ROYAL GUARD, THEN…”
*(What would you say to him?)
-> You tell him that you are going to come back to Sans after running some errand.
SANS: “WHAT? BUT HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?
WAIT A SECOND, MAYBE…MAYBE IT’S GOING TO BE FINE.
YOU ARE BEING WATCHED BY ‘HER’ EVERYWHERE YOU GO IN THE UNDERGROUND, ANYWAYS. HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THAT? THE ONLY WAY OUT HERE IS WHERE THE QUEEN IS, AND THE QUEEN WILL SURELY KILL YOU, AND BREAK THE BARRIER USING YOUR HUMAN SOUL. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO BEAT HER IF YOU ARE SO WEAK LIKE THIS.
OH, HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU MY PHONE NUMBER? I MIGHT AS WELL USE YOU FOR MY ENTERTAINMENT AS LONG AS YOU ARE ALIVE. I HAVE TO ADMIT, IT’S BEEN PRETTY FUN FIGHTING YOU, AND I’M IMPRESSED THAT YOU’VE STILL SURVIVED DESPITE BEING A WEAKLING. HERE, YOU BETTER PICK UP IMMEDIATELY WHEN I CALL YOU, OR ELSE!
ANYWAYS, I’M GONNA BE AT MY HOUSE FOR A WHILE. FEEL FREE TO VISIT. LATER, HUMAN! NGH-HEH-HEH!”
[Waterfall]
*(The voices echoing through the tunnel fills you with DETERMINATION.)
(Asriel)
Asriel: “Oh, it’s you.
Are you going to where Alphys is?
You see, I’ve actually been trying to become a Royal Guard myself. But I would always get rejected.
Mom will sure be happy again if I could become a member of the Royal Guard…
Oh, don’t tell anyone that I’d said that. Haha.”
[Sentry Station]
Papyrus: “Oh, you are not dead yet? Hey, that’s pretty impressive.
Me? Can’t you see that I’m working?
Having two jobs means twice the money.
BTW, I’m going to Muffet’s. Wanna come and talk for a bit?”
>Sure / No I’m busy
Papyrus: “Alright. Come this way.”
[Muffet’s]
Papyrus: “Here we are. Let’s sit there.
Hey, why the mean looks? Don’t tell me you are still angry that I took all your money? I deserved to get paid for what I’ve done, you know.
Hey boss, how’s the business going?”
*(Muffet aggressively hands out to Papyrus a handful of receipts.)
Muffet: “It would be going fantastically only if you would pay your tab, you stinky skeleton.”
Papyrus: “Whoa there, you look as if you are going to break my bones. I’m already broke as heck, you know.”
Muffet: “I’ve had enough of your puns, Papyrus. Get out if you are not gonna order something.”
Papyrus: “Oy snotface, ye gonna order?
[YES / >NO]
Papyrus: “What the hell kid, we can’t stay here if you don’t order. No, I’m not here to spend my money. I just came for a chat.
*(...Seems like you don’t have much of an option but order. What would you have?)
-Spider Cider 20G -Spider Beer 50G
Muffet: “This is the only thing a kid like you can have. Here.”
*Muffet hands you a jug of Spider Cider, aggressively.
Muffet: “Hold on there, Papyrus. Everyone has to order to stay. Hurry up and get something.
Papyrus: Um…Unfortunately, missus, I haven’t got any money on me. How about you pay for me as well, kid?
*(......Seems like you must. What would you order?)
- Spider Donut 50G -Spider Beer 50G
Papyrus: “Eh, I’ll have beer.”
*(.........You order beer.)
(Muffet goes to the back storage to fetch beer.)
Papyrus: “By the way…You seem to get along awfully well with my brother. Doesn’t he bother you?”
[he doesn’t bother me / > I hate the guy]
Papyrus: “Of course you do. He’s noisy and troublesome, and it’s always me who has to go around and fix his mess. It gets really annoying, and most importantly, it costs money.
But it’s true that he’s pretty darn strong.
Oh, here comes the booze. Hey boss, mind if I vape?”
Muffet: >:^(
Papyrus: “Alright, I won’t. Chill.
Anyways, Snotface. He might not look it, but Sans is pretty serious about the whole ‘becoming a Royal Guard’ thing.
Once, he went up to the captain of the Royal Guard and yelled at her, threatening her to accept him as a member of the Royal Guard. Of course, he got rejected because it was 3 in the morning.
But Sans just kept yelling from outside her house, and not letting her sleep for once. When she couldn’t handle it anymore, she came out the door and bluntly said that she would train him. And it’s uh, still work in progress.
Oh that’s right, I have something to ask.
Have you ever heard of a talking flower?”
Yes / > No
Papyrus: “Gee, kid. Is there anything you actually know ABOUT…? Whatever, I’ll tell you about it.
The Echo Flowers.
Those purple flowers are all over Waterfall. If you try to say something to it, it will hypnotise you and make you say all the filthy truth inside your mind, and the flower will repeat it endlessly even after you are gone.
So, what about it? Well…Sans has told me something weird. He seemed very upset. He said he had been hearing someone whisper things to him. Concerns…Encouragements… Advices. And sometimes, the voice even tries to lecture him for his behaviour. Don’t you find that weird? A mere echo flower wouldn’t talk that way. I was wondering if you knew anything about it, but nevermind if you don’t.
Oh, looks like I’ve dragged on for too long.
Thanks for the drink, kiddo.”
[Waterfall]
(Behind the falling water,)
(there’s an echo flower.)
*(A distorted voice can be heard from the echo flower that has been stomped on by someone.)
“Un…..d….lo….”
*(You can’t seem to understand it.)
*(There’s a scrap of paper on the floor. Will you take it?)
>Take it | Leave it be
*(You’ve got Alphys’ Letter EX.)
Items->Check – “Alphys’ Letter EX” – Desperate clawmarks cover the letter. The envelope says it is directed to Dr. Undyne.
Items->Use – It’s been sealed very tightly. In fact, you might need a chainsaw to open it. You peek through a hole made by the clawmarks, and can see a letter ‘L’.
Items-> Drop – It’s too strong to be dropped.
[Waterfall Bushes – The Hiding Spot]
SANS: “HI, ALPHYS. YOU MUST HAVE HEARD ALREADY, BUT I GOT TO FIGHT A HUMAN. YOU KNOW, THE ONE I’VE TOLD YOU ABOUT OVER THE PHONE?
WHAT, DID I LOSE? HECK NO DID I LOSE, I…I LET THEM GO ON PURPOSE! AND THEY PROMISED ME TO COME BACK.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WAS LIED TO?? THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! BESIDES, YOU CAN ALWAYS CHECK WHERE THEY ARE ON THE CAMERAS!
I’M GONNA CALL THEM AND PROVE IT. I’M GONNA PROVE THAT THEY DIDN’T LIE!
WHAT?? YOU ARE GOING TOO KILL THEM YOURSELF? NO, ALPHYS!
IF YOU DO THAT, I CAN’T PLAY WITH THEM ANYMORE!”
-Chara moves and makes a noise
!
(BOOM!) – Alphys jumps down and searches the tall bushes. She grabs someone up by their neck, but it’s just Asriel.
She puts him down and jumps back up, disappearing into the dark.
Asriel: “Ah, that gave me the heebi jeebies! It’s all your fault I got busted.
At least she’s just gone away.
By the way, what the heck did you do to become their target?
Oh, maybe it’s just because you are a human…
But you still want to become a Royal Guard, right?
It would be very tough for you, but good luck!”
*(Fear tries to overwhelm you, but you stay DETERMINED.)
*(There’s an abandoned plate of lasagne under the bench. Will you take it?)
>Take it | Leave it be
*(You’ve obtained the Abandoned Lasagne.)
-" Abandoned Lasagne " - Heals 34 HP
A lame-looking lasagne made of tomato and eggplant.
Echo flower: *I wasn’t ready to take the responsibility.
*Ring Ring...
SANS: “HELLO, HUMAN! THIS IS SANS.
HOW DID I GET THIS NUMBER? WELL, WHAT DOES IT MATTER?
ANYWAYS, I’M CALLING YOU RIGHT NOW TO CHECK WHERE YOU ARE. I’M GONNA GUESS, YOU ARE NEAR A TUNNEL, RIGHT??
WHAT, DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME WHEN I HAD TOLD YOU THAT I’M GONNA KEEP CALLING YOU? I KEEP MY WORDS, YOU KNOW?
SO YOU ARE NEAR THAT TUNNEL? GOT IT, SEE YOU LATER VERY SOON!
*Click…
[The Wishing Room]
*(The walls are covered with depressing words.)
‘It’s all useless. There’s no way wishes can come true.’
‘I’ve prayed countless times, but nothing’s been accomplished.’
‘We have no hope, we have no dream….’
‘There’s no hope in the Underground.’
Echo flowers:
*Long ago, monsters used to whisper their wishes to the shining stars on the sky. But now, all we have is the glowing rocks on the ceiling...
If our wishes could truly come true by praying to the stars, maybe we wouldn’t have been trapped down here.
This proves that even the stars and the sky have abandoned us.
*There’s no way thousands of wishes would come true. Even the king has left us in despair.”
*What’s the point of coming here, anyway?
*Countless times I’ve prayed, and I still haven’t gotten the recognition I deserve.
*Wouldn’t destroying the ceiling make us see the real stars?
[Through the cave near the Wishing Room]
*(Ancient engravings cover the wall. You can barely make them out.)
‘The War between Humans and Monsters’
*Why did the humans attack? They seem to have nothing to fear. Humans are far stronger than us monsters, given the power of their SOULs.
*The SOUL power of a single human could match those of all the monsters underground combined.
*However, humans have a weak point.
Ironically, it’s the power of their own SOUL. With such power, Human SOULs can persist even outside their body. If a monster defeats a human, they can take their SOUL.
A monster with a human SOUL...
A horrible beast with unfathomable power.
*(An ancient picture of a strange creature is plastered to the wall. Seeing it makes you feel unsettled…)
[Alphys Encounter & the Chase]
Asriel: “Oh geez, it’s you again. Say, are you following me? It’s your fault if we get caught while sneaking on her again, you know. Alphys just gave me a mean look few minutes ago and I wouldn’t want to appeal to her as a troublemaker anymore than I already have because of you.
Well, at least it’s nice that she’s starting to notice me more, but still.
Hey, don’t be so down. Maybe you can come again later to hang out. I bet I will be around here, like I always am.”
*(This cheese has been on this table for so long, a magical crystal has grown on it. It’s stuck to the table… Desperate claw-marks cover the surface of the crystal. )
Echo Flower: I’m sooooo huuungryyy… Is this crystal… edible?
*(You feel perplexed by seeing the claw-marks, but you stay determined.)
(The Telescope)
Papyrus: “The underground is riddled with fools who are obsessed with meaningless garbage. So I started this telescope business.
Wanna have a go? It’s 50000G to use this premium telescope. Oh wait, you’d probably know more about the real stars in the sky than I do, right?
Okay then, I’ll let you use this telescope for free so you wouldn’t complain later and call me a scammer.
So, howzaboutit?”
>Use | Don’t Use
*(You see rows of shiny rocks through the telescope. It doesn’t strike as accurate to real stars you’ve seen on the surface.)
(The player character gets a blue circular mark on one eye)
Papyrus: “Oh what the heck, looks like the paint didn’t dry properly yet. Yeah, that’s right. I just painted those shiny rocks on the lens. I say it’s good enough to trick some fools with high hopes.”
*What’s a star?
Can you touch it?
Can you eat it?
Can you kill it?
…
Are you a star?
…
I really hoped you were.
Echo Flower:
*(You hear a passing conversation.)
*Well, don’t you have any wishes to make?
*...Well, I do have one, but it’s kinda stupid.
The Phone: *Ring Ring…
SANS:
HELLO! IT’S ME, SANS.
I CLEARLY REMEMBER YOU SAYING TO ME THAT YOU ARE NEAR A TUNNEL, BUT FOR SOME REASON I CAN’T SEE YOU ANYWHERE...
YOU ARE ABSOULTELY, AND DEFINITELY GOING STRAIGHT FROM THERE, RIGHT??
OKAY, I WILL CALL YOU BACK LATER!
*Click…
Echo Flower:
*(You hear a passing conversation.)
*No pressure if you don’t want to talk about it, but still… I’m kinda curious to know.
*(Human History continued) "The Power to Possess a Human SOUL.” “This is what the humans feared.”
[Shyren Spawn Area]
(Piano – No puzzle)
*(...? It’s a battered old piano. Seems like someone practiced on it quite frequently.)
*(Besides the piano, you see sheet music scattered around the corners of the room. The sheets are old, and filled with music scores illegibly. Some are torn.)
*(‘Worl’... You can’t read the rest of the text because page has been torn apart on the corner.)
*There was no way for the humans to counter the power of a monster who has taken over a human SOUL, for it is impossible for humans to take a monster’s SOUL.
A monster’s SOUL immediately disappears upon death, and forcefully extracting the SOUL out of a live monster’s body would require incredible energy.
*However, there’s an exception. The special kind of monsters called ‘Boss Monsters’ have enough SOUL power that can persist outside their body after death for a short time.
Humans may be able to absorb the SOUL of Boss Monsters, but that has never happened. It hasn’t and will never be happening.
*(There’s what seems to be a stone statue. It seems incomplete.)
[The Umbrella]
*(The sign is broken.)
*(The umbrellas are mostly ripped into pieces and bent. There’s only one umbrella that still works. Would you take the umbrella?)
>Take it | Don’t Take it
Asriel: “Oh, how come you have a working umbrella? Well, I hope you don’t mind me using it!” (Asriel snatches away the umbrella from you. What an ass-riel.)
(*The rain from above splashes against your face.)
Asriel: “Y’know, I asked Alphys one more time to let me join the Royal Guard. And then, uh, got rejected again. But I think I’m almost there, I can definitely see that I’m making progress! Or at least I would be more qualified to be in the Royal Guard than a human like you.
So, as you may know, those purple Echo Flowers are made of magic. I’ve heard that those can be quite deadly to Monsters and not as effective to humans because of that. I saw my mother has a big garden of those Echo Flowers. I wonder why she has it?”
[The Castle View]
(Asriel starts to walk slower)
(There are Echo Flowers around the map)
Asriel: “…Oh…Oh no, there are so many…Echo Flowers here, I swear there weren’t this many…the last time I was here…
Hey, I’m gonna take a rest. If I don’t, I might…pass…
...
*(He has fallen asleep. You put the umbrella over his head.)
(You go over to the nearest umbrella station and pick up an old, broken umbrella.)
*(You’ve obtained a Broken Umbrella.)
*(This ledge is too steep to climb over, but you might find a way to climb it using your umbrella. Would you use the umbrella?
>Yes | No
*(You climb over the ledge using the umbrella somehow, and left the umbrella below the ledge.)
*The Humans, fearful of our ability to absorb their SOUL, have announced a war against us. They attacked suddenly, and showed no mercy.
*( The sound of falling raindrops fills you with DETERMINATION.)
*As a result, the battle became something that can hardly be called a war. The Humans working together were far too strong, and us Monsters, too weak. Countless monsters turned to dust.
[The second Alphys Chase]
[The bridge is cut off, and the player falls down the garbage dump]
I think I heard it from here...
YO! You must be another kid Toriel has taken in.
Are you alright? I thought I heard you crying… Oh, that wasn’t you?
…Hey, what’s your name? Frisk?...
That’s a nice name.
Mine is…
*(This stream of water flowing down from the ceiling seems to be connected to the surface. Once in a while, pieces of garbage fall down from the gap, and disappear through the pit of darkness below.
Seeing this endless cycle of garbage fills you with DETERMINATION)
*(You’ve found some junk food among the heap of garbage. This fills you with DETERMINATION.)
[Mad Dummy Fight]
*(Looks like a regular training dummy. Will you hit it?)
>Yes | No
*(You lightly kick the dummy.)
*(Nothing happened.)
Mad Dummy: * “You! Unforgivable! How dare you just walk away after kicking me?! I am a ghost that lives inside the dummy. My cousin also used to live inside a dummy, until… YOU came along!
The poor guy was scared off by the knife you were holding and disappeared! Horrible! Shocking! Unbelievable!! And they even told me that there’d be nothing to fear in the RUINS except for that one big monster.
HUMAN! I’ll take their revenge. I’ll…I… Oh, oh no, is that a knife?! Ha…hahah! It’s useless, physical attacks don’t work on me! Plus I, too, have a knife!!!!”
*(Mad Dummy throws their knife and misses.)
“(How…How could this be?! ) I’m…out of knife......................................
*(Mad Dummy disappears)
* “Oh, what’s going on here???”
Hapstablook:
* “I can’t concentrate on my practice. Tone it down, please!
Oh! It’s you, darling. What have you been doing outside my house?
Well, no matter. Just please keep it quiet so that I can concentrate on my practice. I will be going back in my house!
…Uh, actually… Feel free to ‘chase’ me inside the house if you’d like to see me practice. Yes, perhaps you’d be a great distraction for me, but seeing me practice would be a once-in-a-lifetime chance that you wouldn’t want to miss! So I understand.
My house is up this way. Just making sure you know!”
*(This place is comfortingly quiet. You finally feel at peace and are filled with DETERMINATION.)
[Hapstablook’s House]
Hapstablook: “Oh?? I’ve never expected you to actually come all the way here… I…I mean, welcome, darling! I guess you really want to see me practice!
Well, feel free to have a seat on the corner over there and watch me.”
*(It’s a diary. Would you read it?
>Yes | No
Hapstablook: “How rude! What do you think you are doing, that’s my super secret diary!”
*(Hapstablook is posing rhythmically with music blaring in the background…it seems?)
Hapstablook: “Darling, why don’t you join me and try posing, too? There’s no guarantee that I won’t be having any guest performers in my show, so it would be necessary to have a fine partner to practice with.”
*(You pose dramatically with Hapstablook. Hapstablook seems to be impresse.)
Hapstablook: “Not bad, darling! That was really… uh, do you hear that?
Hold on, I will check the outside.”
(They exit the house)
*(Now that Hapstablook is outside, perhaps this might be the perfect time to read their diary. Will you do it?)
>Yes | No
-1st Entry:
Dear precious diary,
Recently there have been very unfortunate rumours going around Waterfall. It saddens me. Some monsters have gone missing, and…Blooky won’t come out of his house or talk to me anymore. Sometimes he just disappears without any warning and does not come back for days. I’m afraid that he will never come to visit me or see me practice again.
-2nd Entry:
Dearest diary,
I enjoy buying new diaries for each entry I make.
Writing down my thoughts, which I could never tell the others…
It’s my element.
-3rd Entry
Dear Darling Diary,
My cousin left the house to fulfil their dream of becoming a training dummy.
It’s just me and Blooky here now.
I’ve noticed that Blooky is hanging out often with a certain monster at the garbage dump. And Blooky sounded so…excited to be with them?
Perhaps, they would also leave the house like our cousin did, leaving me behind in this house, alone…
You haven’t told me about it, Blooky, but I know that you’ve found a way to become corporeal. Everyone else but you, had been talking about it.
-4th Entry
Dear lovely diary,
Blooky told me something with a very enthusiastic voice today.
It seems someone really enjoys listening to Blooky’s music.
But, Blooky…I…I’ve heard that news from else before you’d told me about it.
Did you just…uh…Were you just excited to tell everyone about it?
-5th Entry
Diary…My love,
You are all I’ve got left. Blooky probably won’t ever come back. It’s been so long since they left.
I’m all alone,
I’m tired
I’m so tired
I’m so tired
I’m so tired
*(The pages have been ripped from this part and you can’t read them.)
-6th Entry
To my dear diary...
I’ve received a mail from Blooky after he’s been away for so long.
They said sorry.
It would have been better if they came here to visit me and tell me that. Why didn’t they?
This…Anyone could have sent a simple mail like this.
I didn’t reply.
And a week has been passed since.
And there’s no hope in achieving my dream.
[The Rabbit Shopkeeper]
“Welcome.
We’ve got plenty of things to sell here, but nothing’s for penniless customers.”
[About You (The shopkeeper)]
“Me? Well, there’s not much to say other than that I was one of the monsters to have fought in the War. Though, I wasn’t particularly championed as a great warrior, and my name is not known by many but my family and perhaps by one or two other monsters.
I’m originally from Snowdin. It’s a very boring and depressing town, so I left there, alone. “
[The symbol]
“What, you mean the Delta Rune? You don’t know what that is? You must be from the streets, since there’s no way you wouldn’t know if you’ve ever went to school.
Delta Rune is a universal symbol that represents the kingdom of monsters as a whole.”
[The story behind Delta Rune]
“Delta Rune’s an ancient symbol that has been passed down through generations, though its original meaning has been lost in time. From what I can remember, the triangles symbolise the monsters, and the winged circle above is supposed to be…something else.
Many believe that it represents the angel from the prophecy. I think it’s kinda ridiculous, wouldn’t you agree?”
[The Prophecy]
“According to the prophecy, an angel who has seen the surface world will come down below to free the monsters. But these days, everyone thinks that this so-called angel is actually the ‘Angel of Death and Destruction’. The mighty god who will ‘FREE US’ monsters from this world… Weird, huh? Why not just call it the ‘Devil’ instead of the ‘Angel’?
I also find it stupid to believe in such myth. If the angel really were to exist, good for me, but having high hopes in things you can’t even see or feel makes it harder for people to bear with the world, y’know?”
[The Queen]
“The Queen is merciless but an extremely collected person. You might run into her if you stayed at CORE. She seems to go past there a lot of the times.
But, being a low-class citizen like you are, you will need to brace yourself and even risk your life if you truly are willing to meet her.”
[About Alphys]
“Alphys? Oh yes, I’ve been around her since she was tiny. All she wanted was to become powerful enough to survive on her own. Now, with her determination and strength she’s become the captain of the Royal Guard.
Actually…Alphys just came here to ask if I’d seen anyone that looks just like you. I would watch my back if I were you, kid. I might consider hiding you if you buy something from me, but until then…well…hahahah.”
(Echo flower Forest)
*(The air is full of the scent of Echo Flower, and it hurts your nose.)
[The War of Humans and Monsters Continued:]
*Hurt, weak, and afraid of death, the monsters surrendered. The seven powerful magicians of the Human race forever sealed the monsters underground with their spell. Anything can get in through the barrier, but nothing can ever get out unless with a SOUL powerful enough to cross the barrier.
The only way to break this spell… is to have a force that matches the SOUL power of seven Human SOULs attack the barrier.
But that won’t happen. This cursed place will always be sealed away, for it is impossible for a human to find their way down here. We will be trapped down here forever.
[Flowey Town]
*Welcome to Flowey Town.
*(Something feelS definitely… wrong. You are filled with DETERMINATION.)
*howdy! I’m Flowey. You must be new to the UNDERGROUND, aren’tya?
*howdy! I’m Flowey. So, you are still alive and well, huh?
*howdy! I’m Flowey. You must have gotten used to the UNDERGROUND, huh?
*In thi world, it’s kill or be killed.
[Flowey Shop]
*howdy!
I’m Flowey. Flowey the flower! You are a human, right?
Well, why not look around?
Friendliness pallets 1000 G
[Asriel and Alphys Encounter]
Echo Flower: “b e h i n d y o u.”
==Alphys==
Weapon: A double-sided axe on one hand, and a halberd on the other.
A huge scar covers her whitened left eye. The tip of her nose(the snout?)has scars, and the right-side of her mouth has scars as well(NOT glasgow)
Alphys: "You must be the HUMAN.
Nice try getting away from me like a rodent…But now I’ve got you.
You are NOT getting away so easily this time.
Your SOUL will be delivered to the Queen, and with it, the barrier will break.
This is the chance for your redemption.”
Asriel: “Alphys! This time, I will…uh……um…….I, I think I might have chosen the wrong time to—
(Got his ear pinched)
O—Ouch!! Wait! You aren’t going to tell on me, right?!”
Echo Flower: No, No! It would be a disaster if I were found out!
[Echo Flower Conversation Continued]
*(You hear a passing conversation.)
*...Don’t laugh and I will tell you what my wish is.
*(You hear a passing conversation.)
*Of course I won’t laugh.
*(You hear a passing conversation.)
*One day, I would like to go on the surface world, and see the real sky, the real stars, and the real sun…
*(Silence.)
*...It’s…uh, it’s a ridiculous dream, right?
*(You hear a short phrase.)
*No. I promise that it will come true. I’ll help…because that’s my wish, too.
[Human History Continued:]
*However…There is a prophecy. An Angel who has seen the surface world…will be back, and the underground will go empty.
[The Bridge]
Asriel: “Hey. I have to be going soon but let me ask you something before that. You…
You aren’t actually trying to join the Royal Guard, right? I thought Alphys was chasing you away because she can’t accept a human as a Royal Guard. But I was wrong. I…I heard you are going after my mom, Queen Toriel.
Are you trying to break the barrier?”
>Yes | No
“…So, Alphys was right, huh.”
Alphys: “My, my. It’s the prince again. I thought I’ve told you to stay away from this place”
Asriel: “…I, understand.”
(Asriel is off-stage.)
Alphys: “How pitiful.
HUMAN. I’ve got you THIS TIME!
I see you are making face as if you don’t deserve this fate.
BUT, your kind has induced us more pain and suffering imaginable that we did not deserve.
No time to explain any of this to you, for you’ll die soon.
En garde!”
*(The wind is howling…You are filled with DETERMINATION.)
[Alphys Fight]
"..."
*Alphys attacks!
>Plead
*You tell Alphys that you don’t want to fight, but she doesn’t even respond.
Alphys: “You can’t run now.”
(The ‘Battle Field’ is quite narrow, only giving you a little room to move.)
*Alphys licks her lips, as if she’d found a perfect prey.
>Mercy
> Spare/(Escape button doesn’t show up.)
Alphys: “Hahahahah! You, sparing me? Who do you think you are? What a joke.”
*Alphys stands, intimidating you.
>Mercy
> Spare/(Escape button doesn’t show up.)
Alphys: “Well, maybe I can ‘spare’ you with my own method…by killing you and sparing your organs for a fine meal!”
*The rustic smell fills the air.
>ITEM
>Use Alphys’ Letter EX
Alphys: “...You…what are you holding…”
*Alphys’ ATK dropped!
Alphys: “DAMN IT! Stop blocking my attacks with the letter and hand that over, human!!”
*Alphys seems flustered and attacks suddenly.
Alphys: “You!!” (She tosses her halberd. With a loud ‘CRASH’, the player deflects it.)
(Translator’s note: I think the author forgot to mention about giving the player a shield or a weapon to deflect the attacks with.)
>Mercy
Spare/>Escape
[You Escape]
Alphys: “!!!”
(Alphys’ uses her magic attack to block the player’s way, with the bullets flying over to the player like boomerangs, except they are double-sided axes.)
[Alphys Fight 2]
Alphys: “Stop, HUMAN!”
>ITEM
>Use Alphys’ Letter EX
Alphys: “Screw you!! Give back the damned letter!
*Alphys grinds her teeth
ACT >Read Letter
*You attempt to read the letter, but it’s still sealed too strongly to open.
Alphys: “You are so dead.”
*Alphys charges in again
Alphys: “DAMN IT!” (She tosses her halberd. The player deflects it again.)
>Mercy
Spare/ > Escape
[You Escape]
Alphys: “!!!”
(Alphys’ uses her magic attack to block the player’s way, with the bullets flying over to the player like boomerangs, except they are double-sided axes.)
[Alphys Fight 3]
Alphys: “So this is how you want to play it, huh? I don’t even care about the SOUL anymore, I’m gonna rip you into bloody shreds.”
*Alphys’ ATK increased! Alphys’ SPD increased!
ACT >Plead
Alphys: “It’s no use. You won’t get past so easily this time.”
*Alphys glares fiercely.
ACT >Read
*You read the name on the envelope of the letter.
‘FROM ALPHYS’
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Alphys attacks.
(The player deflects her halberd again.)
>Mercy
Spare/ > Escape
[Hotland]
(Papyrus is stoned at the sentry station.)
(You hide behind Papyrus, under the sentry station.)
(Alphys runs past, and then comes back to the station to talk to Papyrus.)
Alphys: “Have you seen anyone coming down this way before me? Like, a human?”
Papyrus: “Nope.”
Alphys: “Useless piece of scum.”
(Alphys goes back to the Waterfall area.)
Papyrus: “…………You can come out now.
So, how much?”
*(You hand over 100G to him.)
Papyrus: “Ah, thank you, dear customer! Gotten used to this place, huh? You know your stuff.
You are welcomed anytime. I will be at your service for that sweet, sweet money. And I won’t ask you any questions or doubt you as long as you pay the right amount. Anyways, see you later.”
*Ring…Ring…
Sans: “HEY HUMAN! WHAT DID YOU DO?! ALPHYS IS AWFULLY MAD! I HAVEN’T SEEN HER THIS MAD SINCE THE TIME I SHOUTED OUTSIDE HER HOUSE FOR A FULL WEEK STRAIGHT!
NOW SHE WON’T LISTEN TO WHATEVER I HAVE TO SAY! COME AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!”
Alphys: “What, who are you talking to, Sans? Wait a second…
Give that phone to me!
As I suspected!
Human! You damned rodent, stop hiding and come OVER HERE! We have a battle to set end to!”
*Click…
*(The silence of this place overwhelms you. Seeing a strange laboratory in a place like this, making low whirling mechanic noise fills you with DETERMAINATION.)
[Catty and Bratty]
Bratty: “You shall not pass.”
Catty: “Not pass.”
Bratty: “Alphys, like, told us that there’s totally a human here? So, we have to block this path to the CORE.”
Catty: “We have, like, no idea where they are? But like, we have to block this path to the CORE.”
Bratty: “We are gonna do our best!”
Catty: “Our best, Alphys!”
Bratty: “So, like, there’s no way you will be going past here.”
Catty: “No way you will be going past here.”
Bratty: “Since you seem desperate, here’s a little advice.”
Catty: “Not much, but an advice.”
Bratty: “Through that laboratory, you’d be able to reach the CORE.”
Catty: “But you will have to risk your life to do that.”
[In front of Alphys’ House]
Sans: “HUMAN! YOU REALLY HAVE COME! HURRY UP AND DO SOMETHING, I HAVE A SPLITTING HEADACHE BECAUSE OF THIS!”
Alphys: “So you’ve come, human. So, about that letter…
Uh, Sans, didn’t you say you have something else to do today?”
Sans: “WHAT? NO? TODAY’S A TRAINING DAY!”
Alphys: “…I will help you with training for the entire week next week, so just call this a day, won’t you?”
Sans: “WOW, REALLY?! KEEP YOUR PROMISE! I WILL SEE YOU LATER, ALPHYS! AND HUMAN!”
Alphys: “...Okay. So. I’ll get to the point. Where. Is. The letter.”
*(You hand over the letter to her.)
Alphys: “…did you read it?”
*(What will you say?)
>I did
Alphys: “What?! Wait…no…you are lying. Only I can open the envelope. What made you think it would be good to lie like that?”
>Did not
Alphys: “Of course you didn’t. Only I can open the envelope. No way you’d have…”
Alphys: “...I would love to bite your neck off right now, but that would destroy your SOUL, so consider yourself lucky that I’m holding back.
By the way, this letter…where did you find it? Or did someone give it to you?”
Yes >No
Alphys: “So you’ve found it? Maybe from behind a waterfall?”
... >Yep
Alphys: “...Hmph. Well, it seems that nobody has read it, so I will let this slide.”
(You can move around freely and inspect the front yard of the house now)
(You attempt to run away)
-CRASH!-
Alphys: “Where are you running off to?! I’m not done talking!”
*(A magical axe is piercing the floor right in front of where your foot is. One wrong move and it would have been a disaster.)
(inspect door)
Alphys: “So you want to get inside my house? You have a death wish? Only I and some corpse are allowed in my house.”
(inspect Dummy)
*(The Dummy is covered in a white sheet)
Dummy: “You…Why are you here?! Don’t pull off my sheet, it’s a part of my identity!
(inspect the box on the right-side corner)
*(It reeks of rustic smell. The box contains various types of weapons: a broken sword; an old axe; a broken spear; nunchucks snapped in half…
Seems like they are all broken and useless.)
(inspect Alphys)
Alphys: “...What, you’ve got something to say? If you ask something stupid I’m gonna kick you away.”
*(......You ask about who that letter is directed to.)
Undyne Toriel
IDK LMAO Human
(You can select each character as the receiver of the letter, and hear everything unless you go straight to choose ‘Undyne’. The conversation about the letter will be over once you choose ‘Undyne’)
-Human
Alphys: “Ha, you wish! Why would I ever write a letter to you? Well, if you need someone to write a will on your behalf, maybe I can do that.”
-IDK LMAOOOOOO
Alphys: “Of course you are clueless. Otherwise you’d be dead.”
-Toriel
Alphys: “...hmph, I get why you’d say that. Everyone writes letters to the Queen. To show their respect; to accuse her; to show their pure rage; or to use her for their own benefit…etcetera.
But I don’t have a reason to write to her. I can always just talk to her in person, for I am her faithful Royal Guard.
Though, there had been this one time that I had to write a response letter to her when I was a mere prisoner.”
-Undyne
Alphys: “...Did...did you actually read it…? HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!?? I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*(You tell her that there’s a ‘To: Undyne’ written on the outside of the envelope.)
Alphys: “......”
*(Alphys checks the envelope. Flustered, she throws it inside her house through the window.)
Alphys: “If you. Ever. Talk about this to anyone…You’d be dead. Though you already don’t have much time left.”
(Awkward Silence)
Alphys: “...Oh, yes, about going to the Queen. I can take you to the castle. How about that? And before we go, I can treat you with a meal.”
*(????? ??? ?? ?? ?? ??? ? ??. Translator:???????)
[Alphys’s House]
Alphys: “Take a seat.”
*(The inside of the house smells of blood)
*(But visually, it’s pretty clean inside)
Alphys: “I’ll cook you somethin’, so stay there. Speaking of cooking, I’ve seen the food humans eat on a book. It was fascinating.”
Alphys: “(talks with her back to the human) Has anyone told you this? I’m the one who’d taught Sans how to make a sandwich. He just kept begging me to teach him something, so I did. But still to this day, he can’t even make something as basic as a sandwich…I can’t understand how stacking up ingredients can be so difficult. His first-ever-sandwich wasn’t even close to being a food. Can you believe that? At least there has been some sort of improvement since back then.
As for why I’m not letting him in the Royal Guard…It’s simple. He’s just too reckless and I don’t have the mercy to clean up his mess.”
Oven: DING-
Alphys: “Seems like it’s done. Here. Careful, it’s hot.
...
It’s not THAT HOT! Just Eat It!”
*(It’s a dish of deliciously cooked paella. It burns your tongue, but it’s still good.)
Alphys: “You like it, huh? I’ve spent so much time cutting and preparing meat, my cooking skill just naturally improved.
…Don’t look at me like that! I used perfectly good meat that you can eat.
Speaking of meat, it’s pretty damn hard to get some in the underground. It was like that since I was little, and it just gradually got more difficult.
Cold, hungry, and the fear of assault…Nothing eases your mind in this cursed place. I had to get stronger for my own survival, and fight the despair. And one day, a job…no, there was an errand to run at the CORE, so I went.
Everyone at the CORE seemed to have been living in a luxury, unlike the folks from Snowdin or Waterfall. And then, I met the Queen, Toriel, there at the CORE. I’ve gotten so furious looking at her peaceful face. It wasn’t fair. My anger erupted all at once, and being young and unaware of the consequences, I attacked her. The result was...not good.
She got her trident speared through my hands, and said: ‘Not bad. I’m impressed. Won’t you become my student?’
She was cold as ice, and showed no emotion. That’s how she was the whole time. Anyways, from then, I lived in the same luxurious life of a higher-class, although I had to be a prisoner for a while.
Now I’m the leader of the Royal Guard, and, my life is pretty much set. But being too long at the castle kinda bored me, so I came down to Waterfall. It’s not a good place to live, but still I did.
Oh, we’ve been talking for so long. Would you like a drink?
Hey, you seem dizzy. Is something wrong?
Good.
Just like that,
Stay down.
(You fall unconscious…)
[Hotland – Undyne’s Lab : ‘The True Lab’]
*(Upon your waking, you see yourself in an unlit laboratory. The strange smell from the chemicals swirl around you, giving you an unbearable headache.)
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