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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs. and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

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azurevi · 3 years

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enstars charas with an overworked s/o

First time writing enstars🤡 this took kinda long becz exams but i hope its good ^^ also kinda self indulgent hhh

Characters : natsume, ibara, leo, tatsumi, arashi, keito

Natsume

Natsume watches from the doorway as your head bobs about, hands tapping unrhythmically on the keyboard. You're already falling asleep, yet you still refuse to go to bed.

Normally he won't interfere with your work, knowing that you're fully capable of making the right decisions, but it's a pain seeing you pushing yourself so hard.

"Still working?" he steps in, holding a steaming drink in his hands.

Your head snaps up at his voice, and you nod. It's a project that you've put off for far too long, and of course, you have to suffer the consequences.

"The deadline is two days later, if I don't finish this section today I probably won't make it in time,"

He sets the mug beside your hand, observing your wandering gaze and disheveled hair which you must've been running your hand through. "I don't think you can finish it, though. You already look worn out."

You raise the mug to your lips and take a sip of whatever it holds. The drink tastes sweet and refreshing in your mouth, and almost instantly your muscles relax. "You aren't any better, you know,"

That's true. Being a nightowl himself, Natsume's words don't really seem all that persuasive. At first you would lecture him about how little he rested, but you gave up eventually. You suppose he's built differently, seeing as he can still perform well after only three hours of sleep.

"Pretty sure I'm in better condition," he says, pulling a chair beside you and popping down. The wood scraps against the floor, creaking slightly. It's usually a sound that you find unbearable, but you seem to have missed it as you try to continue your work.

"Come here, love," he stretches his arms out, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You raise a brow, contemplating whether you should give in. It won't be a surprise if you fall asleep right away in his arms.

"But work…" you sigh, tearing your eyes from him. His shoulders drop immediately, a frown forming from the rejection. "You're just gonna leave me hanging? How cruel…"

You know he's just messing with you when he let out a dramatic huff, but somehow his defeated look still tucks at your heartstrings.

"Fine, fine…" you sigh, sneaking your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck. His chest hums with satisfaction as he digs his fingers into your messy hair, soothing out knots he finds along the way gently. With every stroke you're getting drowsier and drowsier, and you know that you're supposed to be working, but the feeling of his hand running through your locks and the steady rise of his chest convince you to stay.

You fall asleep almost immediately after you close your eyes. Natsume calls out to you and smiles when he hears your slight snoring instead. It's probably the best to get you to the bed and tug you in, but he decides to stay in his spot for a moment longer and relish your presence.

Ibara

Ibara knows from experience just how hard it can be to sway you when you’ve made up your mind. That’s why he doesn’t try to sweet talk you or lecture you into sleeping.

No, if he really wants to get you to listen, he will have to trick you into it.

Almost like a hunter watching his prey, Ibara leans against the doorway as he tries to come up with a flawless plan for his mission. Several empty cans are littered around the desk and he can already smell the aroma of coffee from so far away. You had your fist in your hair, and every once in a while you had to stretch your muscles awkwardly from the lack of movement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a break?” he walks towards you, peeking over your shoulder at the work you’re struggling with. It’s yet another project for the other units, and you seem to be stuck in a dilemma.

“I don’t feel like sleeping without finishing this,” you say.

“Right, but I think you added an extra 0 here,” he points at the paper you're working on, where the value had been increased tenfold because of your negligence.

“Oh goodness,” you sigh deeply, immediately erasing the zero. “How amateurish of me,”

Ibara watches as you rub the space between your eyes, trying to soothe the looming headache that was making your work even harder. “It feels like all the muscles in my body died,”

“You’ve been sitting for hours after all,” Ibara suddenly smiles, his eyes diminishing into thin slits. You don’t need to hear anything to know that he’s plotting something behind the smile. “What if I give you a short massage?”

Well… that is unexpected.

“A massage,” you repeat.

“That’s right,”

Now that is interesting. You’ve heard from Hiyori about how good Ibara’s massages are for more times than you can count, and it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. It just keeps slipping your mind. A massage sounds just as appealing as a five star meal right now considering how tired your limbs feel.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it,”

“Fine,”

His smile widens even more. “Alright then! Please get onto the bed,”

“You wanna do it on the bed?” you frown. “I’ll fall asleep,”

“It’s not gonna be long,”

This sounds way too risky especially with the amount of work that’s still unfinished, but his grin is unwavering, as if he already knows what your answer will be.

“God, alright,” you admit defeat and throw yourself onto the bed face first. There is a moment of quiet shuffling before Ibara settles himself behind you, making sure he isn't crushing you under his weight. His hands find their way to your back, and start working their magic.

"Normally I would get massage oils, but that'll be for next time," Ibara says in a low voice, as if trying to lull you to sleep. Hiyori was right about his skills -- you don't think you've ever had a massage so satisfying before. Somehow, he just knows where to knead and how much pressure to put. With every passing minute your muscles are getting looser, as is your mind. You almost feel bad experiencing this for free.

You're about to fall asleep when something suddenly jolted your consciousness, like a big slap to your face. You have no idea how long you've been laying down in that hazy state, but you've still got work to do.

"That was the most incredible massage ever but I have to work now…" is what you're trying to say, but the words come out too jumbled and incoherent to be understood. When you try to get up, Ibara presses you back down, insisting that he's not done with the massage yet.

"I'm going to fall asleep for real," you argue weakly as your body slumps back into the mattress. Ibara watches as your words cease and your face loosens up, mouth slightly ajar as you finally indulge yourself to sleep. Maybe you'll be mad at you in the morning, but seeing you rest makes everything worth it.

Leo

This is so, so ridiculous.

You've been telling Leo to go to bed for the past two hours, but did he listen? Evidently not, seeing as he's clinging to your arm with half-lidded eyes that are failing him every two seconds.

"Just go to sleep first, kay? I still have tons of stuff to do," you flip the pile of complicated documents around, not wanting to spare them another glance. Alas, there isn't much time left before your work is due, and the only way you can think of to tackle this is to keep pushing through no matter how worn out your body feels.

Your head is throbbing and somehow your sight just won't focus. You're pretty sure you're starving too, but you feel no incentive to leave your seat and grab snacks. No, you have to finish your work as soon as possible.

This might've been a lot easier if not for Leo. In the middle of your working he suddenly jolted awake and whined about wanting to cuddle with you. It's no surprise though, considering how often the two of you cling to each other during your sleep, but tonight just doesn't work out.

"Aren't you tired too? I can't sleep without you…" Leo mumbles.

"Pretty sure you're falling asleep as you speak," you say, even though you shouldn't be the one talking right now, not when you're also getting groggy just from his warmth and presence.

When you turn to look at him, his face is squished against your arm, mouth slightly ajar as he snores. To prevent him from waking up again, you decide to tuck him in.

Which is a big mistake, because just the sight of the bed is enough to knock you out. Also because Leo's not letting go of your arm even in his sleep.

"Come to rest, please…" he mumbles quietly and you sigh. Trying to work when your body is screaming isn't going to do much anyway, you suppose, and you flop yourself onto the mattress with the boy. Leo may be childish at times, but everything he does comes from wishing for your wellbeing.

Tatsumi

Lying to Tatsumi feels like committing the worst crime ever, but the guilt of going to sleep with your work still unfinished is even greater.

That explains why you're here under the dim light of the desk lamp against Tatsumi's advice, trying to fight the sleepiness getting to your head as you type away on the keyboard. Just a few more pages and you will go to sleep, you decide, but 'a few more pages' is looking a lot like five essays right now.

You lean back against the chair, throwing your head back. You dare not close your eyes, because you're sure a second longer than an usual blink and you'll be a goner.

"Come on, come on…" you return to the original position, shoulders slumped and eyes squinting as you try to string sentences together. What is usually an easy task has become an impossible mission, and the voice at the back of your head suggesting you to give up isn't any help.

Absorbed in your work, you fail to notice the ruffling of the blanket and the shuffling of slippers behind you. When Tatsumi sets his hands on the back of your chair and calls you, you flinch dramatically.

"Oh," you sigh after calming down. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," he says. "I thought you agreed to go to sleep,"

You grimace at his words that remind you how you made a false promise with him when all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. "I know I did, but I couldn't really fall asleep thinking of all this stuff," you gesture vaguely at the screen.

"I don't think you're doing well though,"

As if trying to prove his point, a yawn escaped your lips and tears blurred your vision. "I suppose not,"

He sits back onto the bed, reaching out so that he can hold your hands in his. "It's no use trying to work in your current state, you know? I know that you're feeling stressed out from all the work piling up, but rest is important for your productivity too. And I'd hate to see you overworking yourself," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's go to bed first, and we'll tackle whatever's on your plate tomorrow, alright?"

He doesn't have to say much to sway you. It's one of his charms anyways -- being able to persuade you without even trying.

Arashi

Arashi glances at the clock. 1am. You've been working at your desk since 8, and she can see that you're already starting to fall asleep.

"Sweetheart? You should go rest," she says softly, resting her arms on your shoulders from behind. This brings your mind back to the present, and you sigh realizing that you've zoned out once again.

"Is this due soon?" Arashi asks.

"Not quite, but I don't want to pile everything up. I'm supposed to finish this part today but so many things happened that hindered my plans," you rub you the corners of your eyes. "And I'm already feeling tired,"

"Then you should probably sleep, right? Lack of sleep can mess your face up easily," she turns to cup your face, professionally observing your skin and missing the blush on your face. "You still look cute, but I'd be really sad if you became a victim of sleep deprivation~"

Her voice sounds light and casual, but you can tell that she's genuinely worried about your health. You pull her into a hug, burying your head in her clothes. She always gives the best hugs, hugs that understands you without having to exchange words, hugs that reassure you and rid you of anything on your mind, that remind you even if the world turned its back on you, you'd still have a home to come to.

"Let's go to bed," you suggest, voice woozy.

"Sure, but let's do some skincare routine first!"

You always enjoy doing routines with her even though you're never one to pay much attention to yourself. But something about her being close and taking care of your face makes you feel at ease, and with her soft hands working on your cheeks, you quickly fall asleep.

Noticing your dropping head, Arashi lets out a sigh before carrying you in her arms, planting a light kiss on your forehead

"Sweet dreams, my love,"

Keito

When you started dating Keito, Kuro was quite delighted. One because he never believed someone could actually put up with the man, and two because someone can finally keep an eye on his atrocious working schedule.

What he didn't expect though, is that you're just as much of a hard worker as Keito.

As the night passes, the two of you are still working incessantly. Except from the occasional small talks, there's only the sound of paper and keyboard in the room. The tea he brewed a while ago has already been emptied. You turn to look at the green-haired man, and although you can only see his back, he doesn't seem to be too affected by all this work. Perhaps his monstrous workload back in Yumenosaki Academy has turned him into a machine who doesn't feel tired.

But that can't be true. Surely, overworking a lot doesn't make you immune to it. Keito may not be vocal about how he feels, but he's still a human, and he's bound to feel tired,

The tapping sound on his end pauses abruptly as he turns to you, only to meet your observing eyes. This startles him a bit, and you let out a small chuckle.

"You should go rest-" he glances at the clock on the wall and frowns. "-it's already so late,"

"You're one to talk," you retort.

"I can still function without sleeping, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard,"

There it is again. He never seems to acknowledge his own weaknesses, only paying attention to others as he hides his feelings inside the myriad of work thrown at him each day.

"No one can 'function without sleeping', Keito. You're not a superman,"

"..."

Keito's shoulders are still tense, but he seems to be deep in thought as he isn't working on the computer either. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head and resumes typing. Perhaps he's reminded of his responsibilities, of the various roles that he plays, and how he can't afford to let anyone down.

As always, it's hard to move Keito. You brush it off and turn back to your work.

It isn't until Keito stands up to get himself a new mug of tea that he realizes how drained you look. Your eyelids are drooping and even from far away he can notice errors on the computer screen. Your figure is slouched, leaning towards the table like you just want to fall asleep right there but can't.

"You should really go to bed," Keito walks to you, hand resting on the chair's rail.

"Are you going to come with me?"

"What?"

"Are you going to come to bed with me?" you repeat.

"I still have work,"

"Then I'm not gonna rest yet,"

Keito raises his brows. "Are you threatening me with your own health?"

"If this is what I need to do for you to rest, then so be it,"

Silence fills the room. He watches as you tap away on the keyboard, re-typing every once in a while because your fingers just can't seem to find the keys. It's almost painful to watch.

"How incorrigible," Keito sighs. "Alright. Let's go,"

You jump to your feet immediately, dragging him to the bedroom. "No sneaking out after I fall asleep, okay? You have to rest for real,"

"Fine," Keito grunts.

The moment his head falls onto the pillow, he swears he can slip into dreamland right away. You throw your arm across his torso and he instinctively rests his head atop yours, listening as your breathing becomes more and more calm.

The both of you may be hopeless cases, but you always find a way to hold each other up.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #natsume sakasaki #ibara saegusa #leo tsukinaga #arashi narukami #tatsumi kazehaya #keito hasumi #sie writes

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oddlyhale · 3 years

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(This mostly feels like an online diary entry, so forgive the spillage of thoughts that could become a jumbled rambling mess.)

Still speaking as somebody who's still fairly new to the RWBY fandom and still learning new things every day via RWBYtwt and here on RWBYtumblr, and just talking with fans who've been with the show for as long as its been airing, it sometimes feels like I've already been here for years.

It's incredible how I learn how entirely toxic and immature the fandom chooses to be than just grow up and accept the flaws that their favourite show has. Even the ugliest flaws that they refuse to fix and has hindered them for years.

To be honest, I've always been a critical person. Even for shows that I absolutely love without question, I won't blind myself to the flaws they have. I don't like to be treated like I'm an idiot, so I assume shows would also not want to treat their viewers like they're idiots that can't pinpoint the problems in the writing or animation.

But what I may say is that the biggest reason why I even started this RWDE Tumblr is because of Twiins and her sister, Critter. I really loved hearing their opinions on episodes, what could be fixed and their video essays on what to do/what not to do in writing. It hits different when you're hearing it from people who've been watching RWBY from the very beginning. It's like they're veterans and I'm just this peewee still trying to figure out how the hell aura works.

Actually, I've always been a fan of people who make content that involves looking into TV shows with a critical eye. It makes me think about how I should look at scenes and characters more closely and familiarize myself with how they should've/shouldn't have behaved or how a scene was bad.

I was so sad to see Twiins leave, but I really hope she's happier doing what she likes now without the fandom leeching on her. I can't explain how disappointed I felt when I saw the screencaps of fans being dickheads to her, and even more disappointed to see how bigger RWBY content creators behave. It really did cement into my mind that it's all just some tightknit bro-club that likes to harass people who criticize them for anything they do. It left a bad taste in my mouth at how childish that the adult fans can be. I can understand how frustrating the tweeny fans can be when they have their keyboards and tapping away hate, but I can't find it in myself to be angry at them. Annoyed, but they're stupid kids with stupid motives, they'll grow up and realize how stupid that was. I hope.

(And anyway, these bigger content creators that love RWBY should be putting a better influence on how to behave and how not to be such a toxic bunch to anybody who disagrees. Accept that flaws exist in the show and it's OK to point them out when you feel unhappy with them. It doesn't mean you hate the show - you do like the show, but you just happen to have a big brain and can point out something's wrong in the writing. That's how the world spins.)

Even if this behaviour hasn't been hitting me, I have seen this very behaviour elsewhere. Especially in Twitter - oh how twitter dot com can be the actual cesspool of hatred. It makes Tumblr look angelic.

It's very snake-like on Twitter, as though you should be more than careful to not wake the beast, or else you'll be slammed and eaten up, only to be spat out and left in a twisty mess of "why?" And the fans act fast - a little too fast. With how fast they react to "bad takes" from people who were displeased with things in the show, it did numbers in my head at how the fanbase has truly shrunk in popularity. If it's that easy to find people you hate, then well, I guess this show really is bleeding out like a stuck pig, and the blood is of the fans that leave as quick as they came.

But still, even if the popularity shrunk, it still has the most rabid ones still around, and they rear their little heads more than usual. A mean girls club, the frat club that requires your pain for their pleasure. That seemed to be what the fanbase was towards Twiins and Critter. Just waiting for the next person or existing person to say ONE MORE bad thing about RWBY, and suddenly it's hunting season.

And just to throw in here - even as I was watching RWBY for the first time without context, yes my brain was turned off as I watched the volumes. And I still felt everything frying in my head because nothing was flowing correctly in the episodes and my brain went ouch. I can legit forgive the shit and turn my brain off for the show if anything was fluent and not so stupidly written. But no, I had to turn my brain back on. Because I don't like being treated like an idiot.

I hope nothing but the best for Twiins, and I will still support her and her sister. They both deserve better and deserve the best pizza they've ever had with new or current shows they watch.

Anyways, I am glad that the encouragement from these YT critics gave me the courage to do my own RWDE blog. It's awesome to meet new people who also feel the same, and I love reading/listen to hot takes or new things I'm still opened to learning.

And yeah, the news of RT selling out made me laugh, but it still sucks knowing they'd eventually lose.

#rwde #rambling #anti rwby

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9uk · 5 years

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Don’t Wanna Fall : 3

⌲ summary : after your boyfriend breaks up with you, you are in need of company. strangely enough, you get more company than you had initially wanted.

⌲ pairing : sugar daddy!seokjin x reader

⌲ word count : 4.9k

⌲ genre : fluff, smut, angst if you squint

⌲ warnings : um masturbation, phone sex, intercourse, breathplay, unprotected sex and... BDSM. A light one, dun worry.

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He wanted to die.

It has been around ten minutes since he left your dorm with a painfully obvious hard-on beneath the fabric of his slacks.

Seokjin had never been this affected by anyone—until you. Maybe it was the cute flare mini skirt he rarely saw on any office lady. Maybe it was the bubblegum knee-high socks that made him want to ruin you. Maybe it had to do with how obedient you were to him the last time he touched you. He couldn’t comprehend anything regarding you.

And by affected he meant the relentless hardening of his dick, never softening even as he sped through the roads and reached the front of his doorstep. The thought of jerking off in the car did not go unconsidered, but he figured the expensive internal furnishing of his automobile did not deserve to be tainted with ribbons of his cum.

Instead, he found himself getting harder by the second, his length growing bigger with each mile he drove— all because he couldn’t block the image of you spread out on your desk cheeks pink and panting, lips swollen from his kisses—all for him.

And yet, he managed to hastily make exit to restrain himself from going any further with you.

Perhaps he knew this was going to be a long-term affair with you, and he did not want to rush into things too soon. He jumbled with his keys and busted into his penthouse, immediately unbuckling his Armani belt and throwing it onto the couch, any care whether the curtains were drawn or not.

But he wasn’t worried. He lived on the highest floor, and his muscular thighs were nothing but a trophy for him to proudly put on display.

Seokjin pounced on the silky skin of his King-sized bed, hands coming to fish his uncomfortable erection out of the tight of his boxers.

He groaned as the familiar feeling of his cold fingers wrap around his length, coaxing the angry monster to calm down. His tip was red and swollen with a drool of precum surrounding it, his fingers ran over them and spread it across his girthy shaft. The wetness enabled his palm to slide across his dick smoothly, the feeling screwing his eyes shut and causing an involuntary groan to spill from his lips. After a few fast and urgent pumps, the strokes started to turn languid.

Still, he couldn’t get into it, despite the clear contrast in the blood rushing to his cock, standing and hard as rock.

The atmosphere of his bedroom was suitable for satisfying his physical needs, to indulge in self-pleasure—the lighting was dim, the sheets of his spacious bed sinking him in soft quilt.

He tried closing his eyes and letting the image of you from earlier on to cloud his mind, but to no avail.

The memory was foggy and he couldn’t seem to picture the whole of you, something about you was always missing and hard to pick up on.

Was it the emptiness in your eyes?

Or the way your lips curled queerly?

He reaches for his phone that was casually tossed onto the bed beside him, dick still solid in his grip. His heart thumps erratically against his chest as the consistent ringing travel into his ears.

Till all vibration ceases.

Replaced by the croak of your voice.

“Hello?”

You sounded half-dead, almost like you had just woken up from hibernation. He didn’t expect this.

“Ah, did you just wake up? I’m sorry for disturbing-”

“No! I’m just finishing up on my work that needs to be submitted tomorrow.” He can hear you typing away frantically at your keyboard. Seokjin glanced over at the dick in his hand and moans quietly when he gives it a few strokes to maintain the erection.

A soft moan of complain from you covers up for the noise he made, and it sparks a fantastic idea to form in his head, like a missing screw finally being drilled into place.

“Are you stressed?” He asks, cautious of your response.

“Very. You don’t even know how complex this assignment is.” He likes the fact that just moments ago he made you come without even touching you properly, and now here you were, ranting to him about your essay.

“Do you want me to help you?” He offers, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

“Are you serious? I can email you the draft-” Your voice lights up but he is quick to intercept to clear the misconception of his sentence. He holds back a chortle at your innocence. How on earth can one be so oblivious? Maybe he hadn’t met enough women who weren’t needy for him at all.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant.” The question to his offer fall from your lips and he is impatiently suggesting it to you, balls starting to ache a little.

“I want you to finger yourself.”

You gulp at his sudden demand, thighs squeezing together at his crudeness.

“What?” You probed again, rather flustered. “Seokjin…”

He lets out a groan at his name being called in this way, almost like a pleading whimper.

Pumping his fist at a faster speed, he throws his head back at the pleasure building up.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

The query catches you off-guard but you realise the direction this phone call is heading towards and you find yourself creeping onto your mattress.

“However you want to.” You bit down on your lip, deciding to play along.

A grunt can be heard through the phone and you can tell that Seokjin is enjoying this a lot.

“Are you touching yourself as well?” The last two words confirms your initial suspicions and you look at the silly rubber ducky design on your pyjama shorts.

“Maybe,” You say coyly, wishing to tease him further.

“What do you intend to do the next time we meet?” You may be leaning towards the pure and decent type of girl, but when required, you would be the dirtiest little slut for your man. Not yours entirely though, in this case.

“I will ask you to strip for me and come over to straddle my lap then,” Your breath hitches at that, not expecting him to be this frank with his fantasies. “I would force you to take two fingers into you at once, shove them up your heat and stretch your walls open and nice to get you ready for my cock.”

You nibble at your fingernails, thinking of a reply.

“Ah, S-Seokjin…”

You try to imagine the feeling and moan in coordination, making it seem as real as possible.

Nose scrunching, you cringe inwardly at the act you were putting on for him.

He speeds up his pace at the lovely sounds you make, closing his eyes and drowning in the intense feeling. “Then, I want you on all fours, ass up for me. I will fuck you so hard from behind till you can’t even walk properly the next day.”

The way Seokjin asserts his dominance over the phone is overpowering, and you wonder how he’s like in person.

“I want you so bad…” You cry out, rubbing at your clit to spice things up a little.

“Do you want me, or my dick?”

He exhales with a light chuckle, his cock feeling thick and warm in his hand.

“Your dick…” You were returning the honesty. “Actually, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. You decide what you want to put inside of me, touch me with…My body is yours, Daddy.”

The amount of submissiveness you contain for him, and only him sends him spiralling into a whirlpool of lust. You were pressing all the buttons to trigger his dominant side and he wanted nothing more at that moment to own you, claim you as his.

“Princess, will you be a good girl for Daddy?” He prompts, feeling his high approaching.

You think about your answer for a moment. You recall how much he liked being addressed as Daddy, and praising him for how much he makes you feel good. You chose to play that card. Hearing the low grunts and slaps from his side of the call, you can vividly imagine just how fast he was going.

“Of course Daddy, I’m always so wet and tight for you.” His breathing quickens, and you happily it take it as a sign. “You are the only one who can make feel so good,”

“Shit, princess I’m gonna-”

“You’re the only one who can make me cum.”

That seems to flick a nerve in him, because he is growling into the phone, followed by long groan of content as he ejaculates in relief.

Mirroring him, you added a tinge of neediness into your cry of pleasure, as if you had reached your climax at the same time as he did. You pant into the phone for a bit as the cherry on top to your entire act. Your hand leaves your pants, getting up to plop back down onto your study chair.

Your job was done here and you ended the call without another word spoken

“Ah,” He sighs in satisfaction, the heavy load of white seed finally being released. “That was—wait what?” The call had ended and he looks at his phone in confusion, like it was a raptor’s egg in his possession. The sugar glider in his home screen stares back at him, as if mocking him for getting hung up by a girl. It was baffling, and hurtful to his pride. You didn’t even bother to hear what he has to say. Just ending it as soon as the both of you came. So much for being the highly and respectable boss of the corporation that owns about a quarter of the food industry. He can’t help but laugh in disbelief, heading for the toilet to grab a damp towel.

As he rinsed the towel, the thoughts of you flooded his mind. Again.

It had been almost a whole day he spent with you, and he still couldn’t figure you out.

You fell into none of the categories he separated women by.

You were definitely not hungry for sex, otherwise lots of other things would have taken place just now because he was sure all it took was for you to beg for him, and he would succumb to your needs. But you didn’t. And that is why he ended up jerking off alone in his bedroom.

You were also not greedy for money, Snowball being the only thing you laid your eyes on.

Were you too good of an actress or were you just kind by nature?

It had been so long since he felt this comfortable with anyone. Even though it was only for a few hours, he never laid his guard down so low before. You didn’t take any of his shit jokes and spoke to him so easily albeit being a few years younger. You had the balls to insult and mock his cockiness, successfully expressing your disappointment every time he raged a little. It was meaningless conversation, but they were also something he needed in his life.

To not really mind his tone and choice of words, to be himself around you.

It was like, he knew that he wasn’t being taken advantage of and you enjoyed each other’s presence a lot.

Despite all that, he’s still unable to have you figured out.

You seemed like you were sleepwalking through life and at the same time, shielding the most vulnerable side of yourself with an easygoing and tough exterior.

He wonders if he can actually scavenge for all the broken shards of you in the deepest part of your soul.

The sink overflows, and that is when he realises the towel had fallen from his hands and blocked the drainage of the lukewarm water.

“Oh shit,” Slapping the tap handle down, the water stops running and so does his thoughts.

Stop.

He needs to stop thinking about shit like that. It was highly distracting.

Seokjin painstakingly cleaned the huge mess he made on his bed, before tucking himself to sleep at the other side of the humongous bed in an unrecognisable kind of dubiety.

It has been weeks. Weeks since the call happened and the both of you masturbated to each other.

Or so he thought.

Seokjin has a hectic schedule daily, considering it is the start of the year. There were many plans and projects for the new food products they were preparing to release that needed to be reviewed and adding to that, he was toiling hard to revamp the image of the company after a food poisoning case in one of the restaurant outlets.

“Finally!” He slams the file of reports shut and switches off his wide-screen computer. Seokjin hasn’t had any sexual intercourse for weeks now and he finds himself getting grumpier as the days passed. But that’s not it. He could have easily ringed Seunghye or Yeseul up for a quick fuck, but honestly he was getting sick and tired of these loose girls who threw themselves at every loaded man they sniffed out.

Why didn’t you call?

The question frequented his head whenever he had some type of free time to himself. Lunch break, using the loo or even, as he sips the iced Americano the secretary got for him.

All of his thoughts would be occupied by you with every second work was off of his mind.

And you have never contacted him in any way.

Were you planning to grab the bag and flee?

Or could you be too coped up with school work like he was with the company?

There certainly had to be some time you could make for him. It was impossible to be busy twenty-four seven.

A kiss was shared, an orgasm was provided, a bunny was purchased and god, he was even extremely giving with the string of filth falling out of his mouth to rile you up.

What exactly was holding you back from contacting someone as handsome, rich and perfect as him?

Unless…you were strictly abiding by his rules.

Rule number three. You live your life and I will live mine. Only I am able to call you and not the other way round.

The memory of his words gradually sneaked into his brain.

He wanted to throw a slap across his face.

He was an idiot. And so were you.

Leaning back onto his office chair, his eyes land on the black cellphone on the polished desk.

Crossing one leg over the other, he rests his interlocked fingers against his lips in midst of a cogitation. He squints at the device, still silent. His ringtone suddenly comes on to disrupt the peace of puzzlement going on in his mind.

He lunges forward and snatches the phone from the table, takes only one look for him to toss it back to place with an irritated huff.

It was a message from work.

“I’m coming over right now. I want you to be fully naked for me when I reach your place.” He drums his fingers along the steering wheel, making a sharp turn into the street leading to your university. He doesn’t even spare a listening to your sounds of protests, ending the call and focusing on the road ahead.

It was a phenomenal day of the week—Friday. Only on the exception of this week though, for your tests were at last, over for the month of nightmare. The long awaited sleep you have been wanting to catch up on were perfectly destroyed by a simple phone call, informing you of his arrival.

You wanted to order Seokjin to visit you tomorrow, have morning sex and leave, but you were in no position to do that. The only option is to happily comply with his irregular hormone spikes.

Why on earth, at midnight?

You prayed to whoever who was listening to cut you some slack from this unruly coincidence of his decision to come and ruin your poor sleep schedule.

Your room was dark, the only light source being the flashing screen of the Ted Bundy series on your laptop.

Upon the incessant knocks on your door, you hurriedly ridded of all your clothes and welcomed him at the entrance.

Peeking out, you try your best to hide your bare body, opening the door at minimum for Seokjin to come in.

“Hurry!” You whisper harshly to him and he slips through the gap with no difficulty, given the fact that his body was rather slender.

He steps into the room, inspecting every corner as if it was his first time here.

You closed the door behind him, heat filling your cheeks as you are suddenly aware of how bare you were compared to his office suit. It was his request after all, wasn’t it?

Seokjin makes no move, just standing there and going through every piece of stationary on your desk. Folding your arms over your body, you felt shy being naked from head to toe as he pays you no attention. Was he humiliating you?

The silence was uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be, especially with someone like Seokjin and you start to feel uneasy. The bareness of your body being the pinch of salt on the wound.

“So, we’re going to stand like this and see who cums first?”

It sounded spiteful, but you were cold without any clothes on.

At that, he turns around and begins to undo his tie.

Still, he hasn’t said a word. Just stands there and observes every curve and line of your body.

Seokjin looks so hot like this, large veiny hands removing his tie as he looks you up and down.

Somehow, a man as perfect as him viewing your body in this manner pumps waves of insecurities into your system. You suddenly feel the need to cover yourself up and disappear from the face of the earth. And his silence was not helping you in any way.

“Get on the bed.” He commands and excitement bubbled in your stomach.

He grabs a hold of both your wrists and ties them up together, and throws them behind your head. He’s taking his time with you, tracing his crooked fingers along the corner of your jaw, to the crevice of your neck, dropping to the curvature of your breasts then smoothing the small of your waist with his palms. Then, he kisses you, causing a squeal to escape from you as he presses his growing boner against your core. The room was close to pitch-black now that your laptop had went to sleep, and you can barely make out his face but you know by heart just how beautiful he was.

His plump lips are locked with yours, a moment or two of messily making out with the bondage on your hands. The knot did not come loos even if you struggled, and that was what turned you on even more—not being able to move them easily, The restriction, plus the fact that you were completely exposed to the skin while he was fully clad in his crisp white shirt and black slacks, elevated the senses of his ghostly touches and escalated the dying need for the man on top of you.

His mouth falls to your neck, sucking harshly at one spot making you moan shamelessly as he held your jaw in place. The hard edges of his Rolex watch rubs against your collarbone roughly, but you must admit you love the feeling of it all. You want him all.

As his mouth does the same wonders to your breasts, you can’t help but squirm under his touch and whine for more. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing every time his bulge brushes against your clit, your juices damping the front of his pants.

All care for the sleep you once craved has dissipated into thin air, now only consisting of a scorching desire for Seokjin to fuck your burnt-out brain upside down.

Somewhere in between sloppy kisses and mindless hair tugging, his pants were on the floor, accompanied by his boxers. To think about it, you have never seen Seokjin naked before. And his impressive length makes a pool of saliva to form in your mouth, you find yourself drooling for his thick and long cock to fill you up. You wonder how it feels to have him between your walls,

“Sorry princess, I can’t help it anymore. I have to be inside you,”

You didn’t take him as a man who lacked self-control but rather, quite the opposite. But you didn’t have the thinking capacity to analyse that any further when you were about to finally get fucked.

He holds his throbbing cock in one hand positioning it at your entrance, while the other stays put on one of your shoulder blades to hold himself steady.

He purposefully prods his tip at the seal of your folds to tease you, enjoying it every time you mewled softly when he did it. He is amazed by how wet you got even without any foreplay. Imagining the sex with foreplay just drove him nuts.

“Ngh—!” You were the least to say, not expecting Seokjin to test your pussy’s ability to take it all in at one shot. Besides mentally wise, your cunt hasn’t been stretched out this much for so long by any guy. It hurts a little, but-

“You’re a big girl, I’m sure you can take it all princess,” He tells you in a low, throaty voice by your ear and in all honesty, it has you going. His voice too, is strained by how well your pussy envelops him like he was the only thing you’ve ever wanted.

Your hands were still bond and you kept them above your head, drowning in the immense pleasure of every thrust he drove into you. His eyebrows are furrowed, focusing on entering you again and again, feeling euphoric at the smooth texture of your wet, warm walls sucking him back in and cuddling his shaft. You would cry out each time his tip hits your crevice, and it encouraged him to snap his hips faster, harder, forcing pretty sounds to spill from your swollen lips with every impact.

It has been too long since you were fucked like this—with Seokjin’s knitted brows in full concentration of making you feel the heavens—like he wanted you, and craved you for the whole week, and he was finally having you.

Mesmerised by his beautifully carved face, you fail to notice how he has threw your leg over his back and starts fucking into you like there was no tomorrow. Indeed, you hoped that there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. A tomorrow where this stunningly gorgeous man would not be by your side, the only thing keeping you company your books and papers. The thought of it kind of scares you, but you were getting used to being alone, suffocating with deadlines and killer projects. But all was fine—the last thing you wanted was to have Seokjin come and destroy the process of your adaptation to this devastating life.

You were close.

You can feel the climax nearing as he relentlessly bucks his hip into yours, cock ramming the clarity away from your eyes as you shudder in bliss.

“Ah, Daddy…”

It wasn’t intentional or anything, just so naturally comes out of you. Your voice was husky yet gentle and sweet, it rapidly heightens his drive to shove his length into you till you screamed.

You were oversensitive, and he knows it. But still he does whatever he wants with your body. How you feel. Whether or not you get to cum. The permission to move. It was all under his control.

“How do I feel?” A drop of sweat rolls down his temple. You don’t give him a reply, fingers tugging so hard at your pillowcase that it might rip apart. All you could think about is how amazing his stamina is. “Answer me, princess. You like being fucked like this? Hmm?” He sends a particularly hard thrust at the last syllable, a broken cry to leave your throat.

Seokjin grabs you by the throat and demands response, but it was already shown all over your fucked out expression and needy moans.

“Yes! I love being fucked like this, I love being a little slut for daddy, I love—Mmph!” Seokjin’s luscious lips land on yours, cutting off the filth trailing off your little mouth before it made him cum. It also felt like a kiss of assurance, making sure that you were safe in his hands.

Before the look in his eyes darkens.

His fingers tighten around your neck, constricting the airway which results in the second time of your vision fading out. You couldn’t care less if you died while having sex with a man this striking. His dick feels so good in you, his hands were a perfect choker paired with his hot breath against your neck—all the while your hands are still made unavailable to roam his sculpted body—pushes you into another orgasm. Coming twice in a row made your hole clench around him tighter than ever, and he loses himself in the feeling of it.

“Shit, baby fuck-”

After a couple of quick thrusts, he pulls out and hot white liquid spurts everywhere messily, especially onto your pink red cunt.

It was almost like the ejaculation was unexpected and hurried, Seokjin grimaced as he witnesses the soiling of your sheets.

But that was the least of both of your concerns and he collapses on top of your sore body, allowing the afterglow of sex to gradually disappear on its own.

It was quiet, nothing but the slowing of your breaths and loud unspoken thoughts.

After what seemed like forever, he does what is needed to be done—cleaning up.

A little to your surprise, you didn’t think Seokjin was the kind of man who would wipe the congealing cum off the insides of your thighs and hastily untie you. You didn’t think he was the kind who would promise to get your stained sheets replaced as soon as possible.

Most importantly, you didn’t think he was the kind who would give you more than you asked. Much more.

The fact that you were moving into your new lavish apartment next week was already mind-blowing, and you were more than grateful enough to have the opportunity to look after a pet as adorable as Snowball. You were contented with his terms and conditions as well. So why was he offering more, more and more?

“Join my company as a receptionist. The job offers part-time and it pays well.”

Seokjin hands the chance out to you so casually, as he slid his pants back on.

“Why would you want to see your sex toy every time you leave or enter the premises?”

Blunt. That’s what you are, and it ties a knot in his tongue.

Did you really think of yourself in that way? It may be true, but you need not put it out like that, lingering in the air with a wisp of malice.

“Great question,” He attempts to lighten the mood. “Correction though, you’re my princess. Not my sex toy.” His smirk is slightly twisted into a heartbreaking smile as he pinches you on the cheek. Strange, he never dealt with such corny words before but tries to play it cool.

You were in a large white T-shirt now, and Seokjin is curious as to who it rightfully belonged to.

It was three sizes larger than your frame but you looked so perfect in it. Especially after being fucked by him.

Your lack of participation in his flirting stiffens the air between the both of you.

He stands there, breathtaking—fully dressed already and ready to go.

A tiny part of you wished you had someone to cuddle with tonight.

Crazy, unquestionably not the arrogant man towering over you.

A fraction of him admitted he loves the fragrance of the argan oil your hair sweeps his nose with, and maybe doesn’t mind smelling it for the rest of the night.

Insane, he certainly could use the shampoo for himself if he liked it.

“Yeah, whatever-”

“I think I’ll make a move-”

Both sentences paused at the mutual interruption.

Seokjin decides to let you speak first, to inspect what kind of eccentricity was going through your mind in the wee hours. He had nothing important to say anyway.

“I want to sleep. Goodnight.” You half-heartedly wave him off, not bothering to send him out.

There still wasn’t a definite answer from you on his offer.

But seeing as to how busy you were trying to make suit with the (his) cum-stained bed, he lets you be and carefully makes his way out.

“Goodnight.” He bids his farewell.

Right, he almost forgot.

Backtracking, he easily spots Snowball and sends him a flying kiss even though your dear bunny was in a deep slumber.

“Sweet dreams, Snowball.”

A groan emits from you in a kind of distaste at his voice and he tries to hold back his childish giggle.

All cheekiness subsided. He leaves for real now, and he feels more perplexed than ever about you.

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nadziejastar · 4 years

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(1) I suspect the reason you cling so tightly to the Roxas=Ventus theory is that it's your subconscious attempt to repair the damage caused by Xion being the original Subject X type that weakened a pre-existing story to make room for a new character. KH2 Roxas was the missing part of Sora preventing him from waking up but in Days this role was given to Xion instead. She goes on a journey of self discovery while Roxas sits on the sidelines for the vast majority of what's supposed to be his story.

(2) The result is Roxas being much hollower than the lead in one game and an important supporting character in others should be. But if Roxas and Ventus are the same character suddenly he has substance again! The change of his personality into something unlike his KH2 characterization now is purposeful instead of being lazy writing. It doesn't matter that he lost his original role of being Sora's other half, because he's now amnesiac Ven (the poor kid suffers from this problem a lot.)

(3) But really, this whole plot tumor could have been avoided if Nomura had simply stuck to his guns and not brought Roxas and company back at all, regardless of how much fans screamed that IT ISN'T FAIR and HE DESERVES TO BE HIS OWN PERSON. KH2 was bittersweet but conclusive about his fate and changing the story for fanservice demands has done the narrative no favors.

I can understand the comparison of Xion to Subject X. Both are female characters who were retconned into an existing male friendship. Skuld with Isa and Lea and Xion with Axel and Roxas. I think I understand what you’re getting at. Xion was the Subject X of 358/2 Days. She ruined Roxas’s character by overshadowing him in a Mary Sue-like way. So, I subconsciously want to view Ventus as the “real” Roxas because that allows me to wash my hands of Roxas’s story in 358/2 Days, which was more about Xion.

Believe it or not, Xion was actually very hated by much of the fandom when Days first came out. Sure, she had her fans, but opinions were a lot more divided. You wouldn’t believe how many people said that she was a Mary Sue and they hated how Roxas was so obsessed with her. And I can’t say there is no basis to that. When I first played Days, I felt kinda the same way. The whole concept of Xion was bizarre and convoluted.

When Roxas finally left the organization, it felt less like he was trying to discover himself, and more like he was mad that Axel was mean to Xion. Roxas was always “Xion, Xion, Xion”. Literally. In the novel, when he’s fighting Riku, he was trying not to forget her, so he kept repeating her name over and over. I understand why diehard Roxas fans wouldn’t like Roxas’s dynamic with Xion. He put her on a pedestal and he felt like more of a spectator in his own game. Personally, I saw Roxas’s relationship with Xion as more of a reflection of Sora’s relationship with Kairi. Roxas had Sora’s memories, so he acted like Sora would with Kairi. It doesn’t necessarily mean that Ventus would have acted like that with Kairi. That’s just my two cents, though.

Had I been more emotionally invested in Roxas, Xion probably would have bothered me more. This is just my own personal bias, but I was more upset with Skuld as Subject X than with Xion, even though I recognize the similarities. And I’ll be the first to admit, it’s because I didn’t like Akuroku. The ship, not the platonic friendship. Yeah, there’s the obvious thing like the age difference. But even if Roxas had been older, like a boyish-looking 23 year old or something, I still wouldn’t have liked it. That’s because I always had a soft spot for Axel, and I didn’t like his role in that ship. It seemed to me like Akuroku was a ship predominantly for Roxas fans.

In Akuroku, Roxas is the object of Axel’s affections. He’s the one Axel was desperately longing to see again. Roxas was the “prize”. Roxas was the one who was put on a pedestal. But it only ever went one way. Roxas never expressed those types of strong feelings for Axel. Axel was just the spectator of Roxas’s “specialness”. In a way, it’s similar to how Roxas fans must have felt about Roxas/Xion.

I admit I identified more with Axel. His death in KH2 hit me a lot harder than Roxas’s ending due to the fact that he was all alone, chasing after a kid who didn’t really feel as strongly about him as a “best friend”. It’s why I liked Lea and Isa in BBS. And it’s why I didn’t mind that Roxas was more focused on Xion, while Axel’s arc seemed to revolve more around his relationship with Saïx/Isa.

Judged on her own merits, I think Xion is only valuable as a character if her memories and experiences transferred over to Kairi. It was Kairi who was the flattest character. She badly needed her own journey of self-discovery to flesh her out. And if Xion retroactively allowed Kairi to gain character development, and form a deep friendship with Lea ahead of KH3, I think her existence was worth it for that.

But if Roxas and Ventus are the same character suddenly he has substance again!

Admittedly, I was never really that emotionally invested in Roxas. I liked him, but he was never one of my absolute favorites or anything. I felt sorry for him, but I never found him to be that interesting. And I have to say, being Sora’s Nobody was a big reason for that. It was hard for me to be invested in a character who was just a "Nobody” of another character. I felt the same about Naminé.

I never really liked KH2′s concept of Nobodies. It never made sense to me that turning into a Heartless would create a new person out of thin air. I don’t think that Nobodies should be able to coexist with their original selves unless there is a very, very unique reason. For instance, apprentice Xehanort had two hearts (Terra and Xehanort) when his Nobody was born. Sora had three hearts (Sora, Ventus, and Kairi) when his Nobody was born. They were special. Anomalies. Other than that, Nobodies make more sense when they’re like Axel. The Nobody is the same as the original person, just reborn without a heart.

I think Roxas previously being a human boy with his own name (not an anagram of Sora), his own past (not just a blank slate with jumbled up memories of Sora), and his own friends (the wayfinder trio), instead of just “Sora’s Nobody” is a lot more healthy for his character. It helped me to see him as his own person, and not just a fragment of Sora.

But “substance” might give the wrong connotation. At least in Days, Roxas was meant to be a pretty simple character. Even Axel said that. He wasn’t super smart or perceptive, and he wasn’t amazingly deep or complex. He wasn’t as ditzy as Sora, but he was still cut from the same cloth. He was a fairly ordinary kid. In KH2, he seemed a little more complex. But we didn’t get to see much of his character outside of the data Twilight Town.

This is my opinion on vanilla KH2 Roxas: Roxas was originally created to be Sora’s shadow. He was more introverted than Sora, more cynical, etc. That’s because, at least in the original KH2, Nobodies weren’t supposed to have hearts. Roxas’s darker personality was the result of him being conceived as a Nobody. He was Sora’s Nobody, so he was nicer than all the others. But he was a “heartless” character. He was “empty,” so to speak. Once Nomura retconned it so that Nobodies could have hearts, he decided to take Roxas in a different direction. He was no longer a “heartless” doppleganger of Sora. The reason he didn’t feel like Sora’s alter ego is because he actually wasn’t Sora at all. Plot twist! He was actually a boy who was secretly sleeping inside of Sora’s heart the whole time, named Ventus.

It doesn't matter that he lost his original role of being Sora's other half, because he's now amnesiac Ven (the poor kid suffers from this problem a lot.)

I think Ventus was conceived as an amnesiac specifically to explain why Roxas had no human memories other than the jumbled up ones belonging to Sora. Also, my own theory is that, like Ventus, Isa was an amnesiac after being experimented on. Lea took care of him, so Axel felt a special connection to Roxas because of that.

But really, this whole plot tumor could have been avoided if Nomura had simply stuck to his guns and not brought Roxas and company back at all, regardless of how much fans screamed that IT ISN'T FAIR and HE DESERVES TO BE HIS OWN PERSON. KH2 was bittersweet but conclusive about his fate and changing the story for fanservice demands has done the narrative no favors.

In all honesty, I liked the fact that Roxas was retconned to be Ventus instead of Sora’s other half. I liked Roxas’s prologue in KH2, but I couldn’t help but feel like it was kinda pointless? If Roxas was just Sora’s shadow, who was meant to merge back with him and disappear, his whole story felt meaningless. Like that one essay said, Roxas’s story didn’t even have much impact on Sora’s story other than the organization members constantly calling him “Roxas”. It was like Nomura wanted to create a new character, but was too afraid, so only took a half measure. Roxas was only half Sora. But since he had a different personality, different hair, difference voice, different clothes, it was only natural that fans didn’t see him as another Sora.

Personally, I never thought Roxas being Sora’s other half was all that convincing. So, I welcomed the explanation of Roxas being Ventus in a previous life. Then he could be brought back as a separate character with his own identity. Made more sense than him coming back as “Sora’s Nobody”.

The change of his personality into something unlike his KH2 characterization now is purposeful instead of being lazy writing.

Well, here’s the biggest reason I think Roxas was intended, originally, to be Ventus. Why would Nomura make Ventus SO much like Roxas? Scratch that. Why even make Ventus at all!? It’s not like he had to be created. Why not make Ventus look completely original, and have no connection to Roxas? There was no reason that he had to be sleeping inside of Sora’s heart.

If Roxas was always going to come back all on his own, there was no need to have Ventus at all. Or at the very least, Ventus could have had a completely original character design. He could still have been Terra and Aqua’s little bro, and still have his heart be asleep, in need of being woken up. But why make him look like Roxas of all things? In my opinion, it’s because Days was not supposed to be a standalone story. From its conception, its story was connected to BBS.

Axel was hinted to have a dark and tragic past in Days. In BBS, we just so happen to see Lea and Isa sneaking into the castle where dangerous human experiments were taking place. Xemnas had Terra’s body and memories. He was talking to Aqua and looking for the Chamber of Waking, where Ventus was sleeping. It’s not too much of a stretch that Nomura wanted Roxas to be strongly connected to BBS as well, by having Ventus’s heart. Fans downplay Roxas’s connection to Ventus as much as possible. “They only LOOK similar.” But I don’t think that was Nomura’s intention.

I just don’t see any other reason why Nomura would make Ventus look almost exactly like Roxas, give them almost the same outfit, give them the same voice actor, change Roxas’s personality to be more like Ventus in Days, make them both serve practically the same role in KH3 (someone sleeping inside Sora’s heart) and even have Ventus meet Lea in BBS and have a similar dynamic with Axel as he did with Terra...if I was supposed to see them as two wholly separate people who just happen to look alike. If Nomura’s intention truly was for me to see them as two unique characters, all I can say is that he did an outstandingly HORRIBLE job and is utterly incompetent.

#kh meta #kh roxas #kh ventus

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Fallout: New Vegas Character Sheet / OC Questionnaire, 5k+ words

This is the part where I pray for consistency with my previous character essays...

The majority of these answers are from a character building perspective. Other perspectives are kept in parentheses.

Mason Shepherd McCoy

which faction did they side with (NCR, legion, yes-man, or house)?

Unwittingly, he sided with the NCR. But he abandoned the cause shortly before the lead up to the Second Battle for Hoover Dam.

preferred armor?

He favors dusters, but beneath that, he usually dresses in raggedly layers. Cycling between two pairs of majorly distressed and ripped jeans, and collected vintage scarves he finds from abandoned buildings.

(In game, light armor. Specifically the courier fatigues from the Courier’s Cache mod, modded with the standalone Lonesome Road courier duster.

Screenshots: front / back)

melee, guns, energy weapons, or unarmed?

Most skilled with a ranged bolt or lever action rifle.

After a compromising incident while he lived in Zion, Joshua attempts to teach him unarmed combat. But because Mase is a difficult, stubborn student, the lessons don’t continue on for long, and Joshua’s patience is tested to its limit.

highest skills? secondary skills? lowest skills?

His skill in everything aside from guns and repair are fairly mediocre, but his worst skills are definitely survival and unarmed. It’s pretty transparent that Mase’s priorities are focused on catering to his preference for gunplay.

(It’s hard to avoid having every skill high when level ups are forced on you, so I'm going to ignore in-game stats in favor of character development. Speech is the most notable skill I prefer to max out, but I don’t know if it’s exactly character-fitting for Mase considering he’s not actually a talkative person.)

SPECIAL stats?

3, 9, 6, 4, 7, 8, 3

what are their perks?

Confirmed Bachelor, babey. And Hand Loader. That one’s important.

(I'm not sure if this is asking me to list all perks my character has, but for the sake of not doing that – as it would be lengthy and tedious – I’ll leave it at these two.)

favorite companions? least favorite companions?

Mase adores Arcade more than he cares to admit. However, that adoration doesn’t overpower his own cowardice. He carries the weight of endlessly wondering what fate befell Arcade after Mase left the Mojave. He likes to...imagine he’s happy with the Followers, tending to new researches that could maybe benefit the public. The mental image distracts him from his guilt, at least.

The only other companion Mase was close with was ED-E. He doesn’t actively hate or dislike anyone, though.

any romantic partners? how do these relationships begin and end? are they healthy?

Yeah...Mase kinda...tries to pursue a relationship with Joshua, but it’s majorly onesided, and overwhelmingly unhealthy. Even Mase is aware of the unhealthy aspect, despite his feelings.

I’ve thought a lot about how to avoid making this sort of scenario lore-breaking. I can’t realistically picture, given what we see and know of him in-game, that Joshua would ever reciprocate any sort of romantic feelings anyone might have for him.

This might be my own interpretation, but I think by the time the courier meets Joshua, he’s resigned to live his life thinking he can find redemption through his faith. And I think he’s convinced himself to be wholly devoted to it. He even twists the biblical quotes he uses as excuses for his own internal anger. He needs to think that the things he does are justified by God.

Beyond the religious dedication, Joshua tells us that he feels indebted to his family, and the tribes of Zion, for welcoming him back like he had never done anything to shame them. After questioning him about his past, and the defeat he suffered, he ends with, "I will never be able to repay the debt I owe to them, but I must try." The way this is all presented leads me to believe there isn't much room in Joshua's life for anything else.

Also, on another note, one quote by Mr. Sawyer, who wrote the entirety of Joshua Graham’s character, stuck with me:

It's not as simple as being "set on fire". After suffering a terrible failure, he was humiliated by his superior and the people he commanded. He was cast out and left for dead. His entire reason for living was gone. When your entire way of life is completely destroyed, it has a profound impact on how you view yourself and your place in the world. [...]

Read the entire quote here.

There was also a quote, if I am indeed recalling correctly, by Josh Sawyer that expanded upon Joshua’s dialogue in-game that spoke about the love he received upon his return to New Canaan – about how he was in disbelief over it, how he thought he didn’t deserve it. But I can’t find that quote again, so don’t take my word for it.

I know that the developer’s input isn’t the “word of God”, and that Sawyer has said that he strongly dislikes when authors discourage fan interpretations and have an almost authoritarian hold over their stories. However, I still find it useful to reference dev commentary when expanding upon my own ideas.

Returning to the original point, as much as I’d really just like to say ‘they both lived happily ever after’ about my courier and Joshua, it’s not something I can picture happening. Joshua isn’t an ordinary man, and domesticity wasn’t ever an option for him.

There are some deeply self-indulgent scenarios I’ve written about for Mase and Joshua, and even in the more intimate pieces it always takes Joshua years to think it’s okay to even let Mase sleep next to him. So, I don’t imagine within the first year of staying in Zion anything even vaguely resembling intimacy would develop between them. Mase would have to come back to Zion after returning from the east coast and put a lot of work, time, and dedication into getting Joshua to open up on that level.

But, because I don’t feel fully confident in discussing my thoughts of how things change within the game post-canon-storyline (both base game and Honest Hearts/all DLC alike), these ideas and scenarios remain strictly self-indulgent. One detail I am comfortable saying that happens post-NV is that Mason does eventually come back to Nevada and end up settling there.

Since this is already a sort of a self-indulgent post about my oc, I will share some jumbled-context thoughts I’ve had. But keep in mind, if I were to keep this confined to my comfort on respecting the canon storyline and not exploiting it for my own purposes, this would have ended with Joshua never reciprocating, Mase leaving the west coast and returning at some indeterminate point, years later.

With that being said...

Mase and Joshua argue about the feelings between them a lot. With Joshua it’s always “You understand my position, we’ve spoken about it countless times. You’ve said you understood, yet you continue to persist.” / “I know. And, I’m...sorry. I just can’t help but feel like I’m a nuisance to you. That the way I feel disgusts you-” / “You know that isn’t true-” / “You always push me away-” / “I’ve told you why-” etc, etc.

The closer they get, the more doubt Joshua begins to show, the more he pushes Mase away, and the more Mase wants reassurance that Joshua still finds him important, in some way. Joshua does value Mase’s companionship, but what Mase gives is unabashed love, and there’s a huge discrepancy in outward reciprocation. Mase tries his best to adapt and subdue how he feels – to try to understand and match the level at which Joshua keeps him. But it’s hard. A lot of “you don’t care about me like how I care about you” feelings.

Joshua insists the discrepancy isn’t true, and it’s only perceived that way by Mason. He loathes when he’s forced to remind Mason of his situation – of the path he’s chosen to take in his life, his dedication to it, after what happened to him at the Grand Canyon. How large the amount of atonement he owes. How, even if he wanted to break away from this path, there are still things he would never be able to do for Mason.

Of course, Mase tries to keep all of this in mind. But with the lack of communication, and the constant distance from Joshua, it’s hard to know if the boundaries are because of Joshua’s self restraint, or if Mase is truly no longer wanted. He’s just...very troubled and brokenhearted by it all, and the situation isn’t easy.

There’s also the awkward re-acquainting with each other after the years they spend apart. Which is disheartening to Mase because, before, he’d felt Zion was akin to a home due to the time spent there, and, when he comes back, it feels foreign – like there’s no place for him anymore. Everything looks and seems different. It takes a long while to get over that feeling.

Joshua looks different after all that time, as well. He never takes to fully discarding his bandages – it’s too personal for him – and his scarring doesn’t ever necessarily fade, but they do heal, lessen in severity, and subsequently cause him less pain. Because of this, he’s more comfortable exposing his forearms without bandaging, and the areas around his nose, mouth, and jaw.

It takes Mase a moment to process this upon first seeing him again. In the past, he’d only ever seen Joshua without his bandages but one time, and it was because he’d been gravely injured and in recovery. He thinks it’s a good look for Joshua, though. And, more importantly, he’s overjoyed that he isn’t in as much pain.

Mase also continues travelling even after his return to the west. Especially between his home in northern Nevada and Zion. So it’s not as though he spends his every day with Joshua, although...he does try to persuade Joshua to visit his house and stay for awhile. Which he does eventually succeed at, after some complications on tribal responsibilities.

...tfw you set out to write about your own character and end up devoting the most time writing about Joshua Graham. To be fair, I have another huge character post about Mase that establishes way more about him, and I’ve been meaning to write about the dynamics with Joshua for awhile now.

yes, i’ve thought a lot about this. damn.

anyway...

doesn’t it suck when your first love after you get retrograde amnesia is a revenge obsessed warlord with misplaced dedication to a faith that he manipulates to lie to himself that his revenge obsessions are justifiable :( real sad boi hours

gender / sexuality / ethnicity / species / etc.?

Boy/gay/???

He doesn’t know much about his ancestry, or the roots of his past in general. Doesn’t want to know. He’s pretty sure he’s human, though...maybe. But he’s also considered the possibility of being an alien misplaced on earth. Maybe...

He’s also not particularly attached to his biological sex. He is genetically male, and does predominantly identify as male, but it’s not something he feels is important or necessary to his identity as a whole. On a basic level, this applies to, say, clothing. If he found a dress appealing, he’d wear it without thinking much about what gender a dress was intended for. If that makes sense.

This sentiment is also applicable to sexuality. He doesn’t really label himself in any specific way. He just knows that the majority of people he’s found even somewhat attractive or appealing happen to be men.

where were they born/raised? when/why did they leave?

He doesn’t know.

when, why and how did they become a courier? how long did they remain a courier before benny shot them?

Again: part of a past that he doesn’t remember. Brings him anxiety over the thought of finding an answer to who he was before.

how did the bullet affect them?

Retrograde amnesia. His memories never returned. After awaking at Doc Mitchell’s, it was difficult for him to acquaint himself with who he was. He didn’t recognize his voice, his age, his appearance. Nothing felt familiar. His speaking patterns even sounded foreign to his own ears.

Other than that, recurring migraines that plagued him for weeks after his awakening.

how did they deal with benny?

He spared him. Read more here.

what’s their reputation with the ncr / the legion?

Liked/Neutral

Mase aided the NCR whenever necessary, especially during the beginning of his travels in the Mojave. He refused to agitate the Legion. He never realized he was weaving himself into becoming a mercenary of war for the NCR, and, had he realized they were going to proposition him for such a task, he never would have helped to begin with.

In retrospect, after abandoning the Mojave, his regrets in assisting the NCR don’t add up to much. After consideration, he realized he would prefer an NCR victory as opposed to a Legion one. He’s aware there might have been a better alternative, had he stayed, had he put himself at the forefront of the decision making. But, he simply isn’t that kind of man.

what’s their reputation with goodsprings / novac / primm? (i know primm reputation was cut from the game but like let’s pretend for a minute sdkfjd)

His reputation with Primm would be the worst of all three, entirely due to his uncaring mistakes in handling finding new authority for the town. The NCR wasn’t the worst of the outcomes, but it still wasn’t favorable with the existing community, and Mase only realizes that after it’s far too late.

Goodsprings and Novac act as the friendliest respites Mase knows, and he is mostly in good standing with both towns’ residents. He assisted Goodsprings during the trouble with the Powder Gangers, and, similarly, assisted Novac’s trouble with feral ghouls.

what is their motive for taking vegas?

He doesn’t. Ideally, freedom for Vegas and Freeside would be what Mase would want, but he’s too prone to fleeing from pressure and stress. He doesn’t want the responsibility of an entire populace on his shoulders, and when presented with fight or flight in regards to the war for the Mojave, Mase chooses flight.

what do they look like? how tall are they? are they attractive? any piercings, tattoos, scars?

Just under 6′. Tanned, freckled complexion. Hair naturally dirty blond/light brown-ish, but frequently bleached lighter. Crooked, gapped teeth. He has multiple scars over his entire body, but half he can’t even remember the causes of. The most prominent ones being the bullet wound in his hairline, and the surgery scars from the Think Tank.

how old are they? do they know their birthday? if so, what’s their sign?

22 around the time of the events of Goodsprings. His birthday is November 22nd, information courtesy of his Mojave Express ID card, and not of his own memory. I suppose that makes him a sagittarius.

The only fitting quote I could find from a sagittarius horoscope was: “You are very critical of those around and of yourself and sometimes will prefer to isolate yourself.”

do they speak any languages other than english?

He doesn’t. He tries to learn the language of the Dead Horses and the Sorrows, but only retains basic phrases.

can they read, write, do math, sing? did they ever receive an education?

He is educated, but only utilizes his intelligence in areas that are practical to him. Like the kilometer calculations while adjusting his rifle scope. Other than that, he frequently writes in a journal that he received from the Mojave Express. Its primary function was to track deliveries, but he re-purposed it for personal use.

Mase is also somewhat of a collector, and, in his home, he has a guitar with rusted metal strings and a piano with many keys that don’t work (don’t ask about the complications of transporting the thing from an abandoned pre-war home to his own safehouse.) He aspires to fix them both and learn how to play them, and maybe write his own music, but he doesn’t often get time to do so.

what were their parents like? are they still on good terms with their parents?

Doesn’t know who his parents are. Doesn’t want to know.

what’s their d&d alignment?

Starting off as neutral good, but quickly becoming chaotic neutral the longer his travels across the Mojave go.

how’s their karma?

Canonically neutral.

how do they feel about killing people? do they try to avoid it?

He doesn’t actively seek confrontation – he’s no murderer – but he doesn’t have any moral objections to killing if there’s a good purpose for it. Killing the “bad guys”, etc. He’s not a coward either, and he’s confident in his gunplay abilities.

do they take chems? if yes, when and which ones?

Other than admittedly using med-x a couple times in attempts to treat his insomnia, he tries not to dabble in drug use outside of meds for intended purposes. His preferred poison is alcohol.

do they gamble? where? is their luck good?

He doesn’t partake. The atmosphere of the casinos on The Strip gives him a deep sense of discomfort. A piece of the world, frozen in time, sheltered away from the destruction of the wastes that lay just outside the doors. Men in suits, focused on their greed, their only concern how much nicotine they can inhale.

In his tattered duster and ripped blue jeans, face smudged with dust and dirt, Mase feels horribly wrong amid all the leisure and recreation. It’s stifling.

where do they usually sleep? do they have more than one home location? do they live with any other people?

Throughout his campaign in the Mojave, Mase doesn’t ever keep a main base of operations. From his room at Novac, to the Lucky 38, to Zion, to anywhere he’s welcomed to rest his head for the night. He keeps his belongings down to what he can carry, or things he’s isn’t afraid of losing if left behind.

After his return to Nevada from his journey out east, Mase settles in an abandoned, lone ranch somewhere in the mid-north part of the state. It’s there, in his late-20s, that Mase truly finds himself able to call a location a home. He begins to collect more, and his safehouse soon turns into an unorganized, messy museum of sorts.

what are their favorite weapons? where did they get these weapons?

He’s partial to his rifles, both bolt and lever action alike. Namely, the Medicine Stick and Paciencia, courtesy of the Gun Runners. He takes to further customizing both rifles (and altering the customizations already applied).

do they flirt a lot? is it well-received?

Mase and Arcade have a platonically flirtatious relationship. Neither of them desire to take it further than that and are comfortable in their friendship. However...there are nights Mase remembers fondly: bedrolls haphazardly thrown onto the floor of whatever safe place they could find to rest in their travels, Arcade somehow ends up in Mase’s arms in the early hours of dawn, his head tucked into the crook of Mase’s neck, Mase’s fingers carding through Arcade’s hair as the haze of sleep slowly fades.

Though Mase later ends up developing feelings for Joshua while in Zion, he doesn’t dare anything close to flirting. He regards their relationship as too important for empty flirtatious comments, while also knowing it wouldn’t be received well anyway. Between them, it’s more of mutual respect and trust.

At some point during Mase’s year stay in Zion, Joshua does clue in to the way Mase treats him, and what that alludes to. They speak about it, if very sparingly, and it can be summarized by Joshua vaguely referencing whatever is between them by saying: if Mase is waiting for something from Joshua, he’s waiting in vain.

do they goof around a lot? do other people find it funny or do they just entertain themselves?

Mase has short-lived moments of hyperactivity, but is usually more stoic in nature. He recalls his time spent with Arcade as having some of the more expressive moments in his life. So it’s to be said that he has the ability to be a more humorous or entertaining person as long as he’s comfortable around the company he’s with.

what do their companions think of them? are they close? have they done any companion quests?

He doesn’t stay with anyone long enough to become truly close to them, aside from Arcade.

ED-E is Mase’s first real travelling companion. After repairing the eyebot, Mase decides to keep it and regards it as little more than an extra weapon. The longer the road takes them, the more Mase finds himself talking into the open air about a myriad of things. Sometimes it’s a mess of world salad and scattered thoughts – the product of distant feelings of deja vu and the many migraines the bullet wound had caused.

The more this happens, the more Mase starts feelings like ED-E is listening to him. Maybe the beeps that he gives aren’t indicators that he’s listening and are just coincidence, but all the same, Mase starts to see a personality in ED-E, and starts to think of him as less of a weapon and more as a friend.

On a fittingly drunken night at the NCR Mojave Outpost, Mase crosses paths with Cass. He enjoys her attitude and her humor, and more than delights in sharing a bottle of whiskey or two- or three, or four. Beyond that first night of drinking challenges and hazy blackouts, and a few following encounters, Cass and Mase don’t stay as travelling companions. Fast friends over a bottle of brew, but nothing more.

Later, but still early in his travels, Mase finds himself with his hands full in Novac. It’s here he helps Boone uncover the truth about the person who disposed of his wife. He agrees to arrange the revenge without hesitation. There’s not even a droplet of blood on the red beret atop Mase’s head; he doesn’t flinch when Boone takes the shot.

Unfortunately, Boone’s animosity and hostility towards the Legion prevents them from travelling together. Mase understands, and it’s left at that.

As for Arcade, well...some of Mase’s largest regrets concern Arcade; how he feels he must have let him down after he’d left. He’d known of Arcade’s ideals, about his feelings towards what he’d wanted for the the people of Freeside, and Vegas as a whole. The wayward feelings of hope Arcade found in him. The rare moments of open vulnerability in the secrets Arcade shared of his past. Just how many things were shared between them, and how Mase let it go to waste for nothing – for his own cowardice.

For as much as having someone close to him by his side gave Mase strength, it also added to the weight of expectation from the pressure he already felt. Arcade wasn’t enough to change that. Nothing was.

do they draw, paint, play any instruments?

His main creative outlet is his journal. Writing and doodling little sketches. He doesn’t consider it a “real” art form, though.

how do they deal with injuries? do they use stimpaks, healing powder, med-x? does a companion help them? can they bear a lot of pain, or do they need to attend to injuries immediately? when they do have to see a doctor, do they have a preferred doctor, or do they just see anyone?

Mase has a high threshold for pain. The first time he’d been seriously injured (from memory) was during the shootout in Goodsprings. A bullet had pierced his upper left arm, thankfully missing any arteries, and became deeply lodged without breaking through the other side of the impact site. He remembered noticing he’d been struck was delayed, his arm had felt hot, wet, and uncomfortable, but almost indistinguishable through the adrenaline.

Once he noticed the red stains from the hole in his jacket, he stared wide-eyed and pale at the blood flowing from the open wound, the pain spiking like a blistering heat. He didn’t know what to do with himself; didn’t groan, didn’t cry, just stood with a lost look. He was in good company, though, and Doc Mitchell was there to care for the wounded.

Subsequent injuries have been reacted to with similar disconnect. He understands the importance of tending to wounds through the lecturing on infection from the Doc, and because of this tries to treat injuries as urgently as possible. However, if he can help it, he’d rather take a stimpak and slap a bandage over the wound and call it done. Fortunately, Arcade doesn’t let him get away with that one very often once they start travelling together.

have they ever been irradiated? how did they deal with it? did it have lasting effects?

In contrast to the high pain tolerance, Mase cannot handle radiation. In slight doses, it’s manageable, but when his Pipboy near deafens him with its Geiger clicking, like clockwork, the nausea immediately sets in. It debilitates him, and the contamination to his body never settles until he flushes it.

He recalls an instance of trying to bear with the radiation, barely dragging himself up the road from Novac, forcing himself to try to tough it out. He realized he’d made a mistake when he started profusely vomiting, and immediately checked his Pipboy for the nearest medical help.

Trudging up the slopes to Camp Forlorn Hope, Mase manages to make his way to the medical tent, limbs shaking and fatigued. Of course, Dr. Richards insists on helping him, having already been acquainted with the doctor from previously assisting with missing medical supplies. Mase had been hoping on a return of kindness when he’d chosen Forlorn Hope, while also not averse to being sweet-talked.

It seemed simple enough, let Dr. Richards hook an IV to his upper forearm, relax, and let the Radaway do its job. But...Mase had been shaking and hyperventilating from the nausea, and right as Dr. Richards offered him a reassuring “It’s going to be all right, buttercup”, Mase lurched and vomited on the doctor’s shoes.

Needless to say, one of his top most embarrassing moments.

in conversation, are they kind? gentle? sarcastic? rude? do they speak warmly and openly with people, or are they more guarded? do they talk a lot?

Generally very soft spoken, with little to say, especially in regards to strangers or people he’s just met. A monotone speaking pattern, with tendencies to a blunt manner of speaking his mind.

However this changes the closer he is to someone. He becomes more adaptive to the other person’s speaking patterns, becoming more or less talkative depending on the personality of his partner.

do they like long journeys through the mojave, or do they prefer to travel more quickly? do they prefer using roads or travelling through the deep desert?

It depends. He’ll have bouts of wanting to travel long, deserted stretches of land, leaving time to himself and his thoughts. No companions. And other times he’ll prefer to stay to more populated areas, not wanting to be alone, and dreading the idea of being left with no one but his own thoughts to keep him company.

name a random fact about your courier.

He has hang-ups about his name. For the first few months of his “new” life, he didn’t have a name, and was simply called “Courier” – which doesn’t entirely die out, even after he discovers his real name. The title “Courier” is something he more familiarly associates with his being/existence/person.

A continuous problem that his amnesia left him with was the inability to grasp or understand who he was. As time goes on and Mase becomes more self aware, this effect does diminish, but the conflicting feelings he has about his name remain. Sometimes he feels like his name is an important identity – one that he’s afraid of losing again, and sometimes he wants absolutely nothing to do with it.

When he leaves the Mojave, he throws his first name away completely, and takes to only telling people his middle name. Arcade had called him “Mase” consistently, with fondness; Joshua had only ever called him “Mason”, never the shorthand version. Somehow, that felt important. He didn’t want these memories to resurface – he didn’t want to remember what he’d left behind, or feel that pain – so he abandoned the name completely.

do they watch movie holotapes? what are their favorites? least favorites?

(Say The Man With No Name trilogy exists in the Fallout universe. That would undoubtedly be Mase’s favorite.

I admit I haven’t thought much about this sort of thing. The main kind of entertainment I imagine Mase consuming is mostly the radio. In-game, we have Radio New Vegas and Mojave Music as far as music/entertainment goes, but I like to think there would be other stations where the main focus is storytelling. Reruns from pre-war times, and newer stations featuring people recounting tales from the wasteland.)

what do they do with the lucky 38? do they like being there? do they leave their companions there? if they’re a yes-man courier, do they open it back up as a casino?

Much like how Mase feels towards the rest of The Strip, the Lucky 38 is a stifling, unwelcoming environment. He takes advantage of the shelter and amenities given, but he knows he’s being watched – being kept close like a useful tool, exactly how most factions and people in power treated him. He doesn’t make a habit of using the Lucky 38...but, he does like the convenience of running water.

what do they do after hoover dam?

Wanders out east towards Ronto. It’s possibly the most aimless 4 years of his life. He has no purpose, he falls onto self-destructive behavior, and loses what little sense of self he was able to garner from his time in Nevada and Utah. Ultimately, after confronting many internal fears and doubts, with not a slight bit of soul-searching, Mase makes the decision to go back home to Nevada.

how do they die? how is their death received, by the mojave and by their companions?

... (I haven’t gotten that far. I’ve only just barely decided Mase settles in Nevada, which is dependent on an NCR Hoover Dam victory. Which is extremely important to how things change in west coast territories. And thinking of Mase’s future involves thinking of the future of Nevada and the west as a whole. I don’t know if I’m capable of handling the weight of the aftermath of the NV storyline with my meager ideas.

I do imagine Mase would die from a shot to the head, though. Seems fitting.)

what are their vices? are they an alcoholic, a thief, a hoarder?

Mase has always had a proclivity for alcohol – these habits severely abate during his time in Zion, and then rise to a destructive level of full alcoholism during his time out east.

Hoarding has a negative connotation to it, right? Generally collecting garbage, and other trash? Mase collects items he finds to be interesting in his home in Nevada, but it’s not rubbish. It’s more of a collection similar to the likes of a museum.

can they cook, and if so, what do they cook? what are their favorite & least favorite foods?

Despite having less-than-useful survival skills, Mase is very interested in cooking recipes. The easiest and most satisfying one to follow is the desert salad, with more difficult recipes being mushroom cloud and wasteland omelette. He’s only had the opportunity to cook the latter two once each (thanks Quarry Junction and Bloodborne cave), and he savored every moment of both meals.

Another favorite would be iguana bits – a food he’s tried to replicate, but can’t quite pin the recipe for down. Besides that, he admittedly has a palette for pre-war sweets. Fancy Lads have a specifically...gone off...flavor about them, but he enjoys them all the same.

did they kill caesar? vulpes inculta? what about prominent ncr figures, like kimball and colonel hsu?

He doesn’t kill any prominent figures. Perhaps if he had been a different person, he would have been openly hostile toward the Legion – he disagrees with their values, and despises their leader – but this was not the life he felt he could lead. He already had enough paranoia about the prospect of having enemies coming back to kill him from the life he couldn’t remember, let alone adding to that by agitating any specific faction or group.

I deleted some questions I felt were already answered well enough in previous posts about Mason. Namely: this one.

I also just deleted things I didn’t feel like answering because it was too much effort.

The companions question is unfinished because I felt like that bit was getting really unorganized and chunky to read. So, some companions are omitted. May go back to this and edit it / add more to it.

#oc shepherd #fallout new vegas #i know no one aside from me will care about this #since it's not art and nor is it easy writing to consume #but that's ok because i love writing #and more importantly #i love writing character building for my oc

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frecklyrobert · 7 years

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opinions ooo (i couldn’t think of a title and this is long soz)

if you’re sick of seeing me writing massive essays with no capital letters, i’m sorry but i’m back baby. (i’ll put a read more in case you want to ignore me)

i’ve gotten some asks today and i thought instead of answering them separately i’d tie them all into one. it’s a bit of a jumble of thoughts really but i wanted to address them and i tried to remain as positive as i humanly can. I think the biggest one being: ‘do you think the fandom is hypocritical?’ which is a tough one to answer but i can try, so strap yourself in:

it’s hard to judge a fandom as a whole, i think i’m in like 40 and this relates to them all, people have different opinions on everything which i think is great! it creates discussion and conversation and i think that’s wonderful! while this means conflict can be created, generally it’s only positive. however there are problems in this fandom that i’ve noticed from when i joined in june (may? idk?)

one thing that i pick up on a lot is how aaron can pretty much get away with anything. don’t get me wrong i adore aaron. i love him so much. but i don’t think i saw one person get angry at him for attacking kasim, i saw a lot of people saying ‘yeah, he deserves to be in prison’ but i don’t think i saw any form of backlash directed at him? especially not to this scale. in fact i think even then, and please take into account this only based on what i saw and not a direct reflection on anyone specifically, there was more anger towards robert. which i understand but aaron attacked someone, he doesn’t deserve any of what went on in prison, but he does deserve to be in there. no one got angry that aaron acted with his fists, got himself locked up, left his mum, fiancee and little sister at home to cope because ‘hey, everyone makes mistakes’. now that robert’s made a mistake, he’s literally the worst person ever. no, cheating is not okay. it is never okay. but what aaron did wasn’t okay either, but that’s fine because we can forgive him but not robert. (again, i love aaron but it is highly one sided and i never see anyone talking about it).

i think everyone in fandoms, especially soap fandoms, is somewhat hypocritical, myself included. another ask i got was about how similar this sl is to vadam in 2015 (??), and it is. also while i’m here is the pregnancy test thing actually confirmed to be vic/rebecca or is it speculation still? anyway, vadam are my children, i love them, but adam did the exact same thing robert did. got his heart broken, got pissed, slept with vanessa and there was the whole ‘who’s the daddy’ thing. and i don’t know one person that doesn’t like adam, we acknowledged he made a mistake and then we moved on, and now vadam are the cutest couple ever.

but robron are so well loved and invested into, by the fans and ed itself, that we hold them above the expectations of other characters, especially robert for some unknown reason because he’s literally the most fucked up person in the village. so whenever something bad happens we kick off, which is to be expected. if this storyline was applied in the same way to, i don’t know, marlon and carly, there wouldn’t be as much outrage, but because we love them so much it’s suddenly outrageous and absolutely unforgivable because of our feelings towards them. we have to remember this is a soap, and it doesn’t matter who the characters are, there will be drama. and i’m talking to myself here too.

whether that makes us hypocritical or not, i’m not sure. everyone is entitled to their own feelings, react how you wish. and as much as it sucks, don’t think robron are completely immune to soapy drama because of the support out there. if anything, i believe, it will make them more susceptible to it, because of the attention they will get from it.

regarding the whole cheating thing. i’m over it (i mean like i said it’s awful) but i personally have more of an issue with emmerdale as a whole here, instead of it being robron based. i think ed will completely skip over fundamental issues raised, which they have done before. i personally cannot comment but @sapphicsugden wrote a wonderful post regarding sexual consent while drunk, which i agree with in it’s entirety. theres also the issue that robert is the only canonically bi character in the show, who is also the ~serial cheat~, which being bi myself frustrates me immensely but that’s a whole other thing.

sorry for the essay but my hands are actually burning so we both suffered. please love me

#ooooo opinions #opinions are scary #sorry this is so long i got carried away #also if none of this makes sense im sorry im tired but come talk to me if you want #also i think people will hate me about what i said about aaron I STILL LOVE HIM #robron #robron spoilers #robert sugden #aaron dingle #mine #positivity #i guess #i mean im not hating on anyone

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a-berry-in-lights-blog · 7 years

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tutoring, baking and revealing the truth

Finn goes over to Rachel’s home for the first time. Things get a little awkward as Finn had a less than pleasant day.

Rachel had to make sure that everything was nice and neat for Finn when he came over, as they were having their tutor meeting at her house this tine rather than at his. She rushed home from Cheerios practice, took a shower and put on a nice cardigan with a skirt that she owned. She liked to dress with her own style, but having to wear the Cheerios outfit everyday, she didn't get to show it off. Knowing the people at school, they would probably make fun of her for it. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was content with how she looked and waited for Finn to make his way over to her home.

Finn had been having a particularly bad day at school, specifically because of Sam Evans. After being a punching bag all day, the last thing Finn wanted to do was go out and help his girlfriend with her homework. He knew better than to back out of it though so he headed out on his bike to her house. When he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder as he waited for an answer. "Hey." he gave her a nod when the door opened.

Rachel hears the doorbell ring, signalling that Finn had arrived. With a smile on her face, she opened up the door and took in his appearance. Her smile faltered, knowing something was up with him. "Come in, Finn," she made room for him and shut the door behind him. "How was your day today?" She tested the waters, seeing if he would open up to her or not.

Finn walked through the door and looked around the front room. It was apparent right away that Rachel's house was a lot nicer than his, but he could tell that from the outside. At her question, he shrugged his shoulders. "It was okay. How was yours?"

Rachel smiled at him, her worries fading away about him. He just looked a bit different than yestersay was all, maybe it was nothing to worry about. "My day went alright, I spent most of it studying in the library." She bit her lip, excitement bubbling up inside of her to give him some good news. "So, I got my grade back on my Algebra test." She turned and raised an eyebrow at him, unable to stop herself from smiling widely. "I got a 93% on it!"

Finn was glad to hear that she had spent time studying. Maybe they would be done with this sooner than he thought. As she told him that she had gotten an A on her test, he gave her a small smile. "Good job. Sounds like we are on the right track."

Rachel smiled softly at him, "thank you for all of your help. I could not have done that without you, you know." She nudged him with her elbow, knowing that he really was the reason she passed that exam. "We can either study at the kitchen table or go to my room, which do you prefer?"

Finn "I'm glad it helped." he looked down at her and shrugged. "Kitchen is fine with me."

Rachel led the way to her kitchen, showing Finn where to sit. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get my backpack and books from my room." She disappeared into her home, but auickly returned with her items and a smile on her face. Sitting down next to Finn, she pulled out a History book and sighed. "It's History on today's ageda, I guess." She hated History, it was so boring that she almost fell asleep every class.

Finn pulled his books out, hoping he would be able to do a little bit of his own work while they did this. When she returned, he looked over her assignment before he started to go through the answers with her. He wasn't in the mood for small talk and he hoped they could finish her assignments quickly.

Rachel noticed that it was quieter than usual, but still remained silent about it. "So, there's this one chapter I just need a little bit of help with," she spoke up, looking over at him before turning to the correct page in the book. "We don't have a test soon but I want to be able to go over this so I'm prepared."

Finn was glad when they finished her assignment, but surprised when she asked for more help. He paused before responding "Are you sure you don't want to wait until you're being tested on it?"

Rachel pushed her hair behind her ear. "Well, I was kinda hoping to at least get a little bit of it studied, but if you don't want to then you don't have to." She was quieter than usual, and she was wondering if he wanted to leave already.

Finn really didn't want to, but he nodded his head "Which chapter?"

Rachel looked over at him, "It's Chapter 6 that I need assistance with." She looked back down at her book and read it, all of the words jumbling together to make it look like a differernt language. That's how History was for her, she really disliked it.

Finn read through the chapter with her, pausing to explain things and to make sure she had dates in her mind. He hoped that he could help with history because it wasn't as easy for him to explain as well as math and science subjects.

Rachel read through and listened as he spoke. She was hoping she would be able to memorize these easily, but it would definitely be a challenge for her. But she enjoyed challenges. "Thank you, Finn."

Finn "You're welcome." he sat back. "If you want to understand this chapter better, I'll send you a link to a website that has all kinds of information on it. I took this class last year and it helped. l"

Rachel "I would appreciate that if you would do that." She knee that with Finn's help, she would be back on the right track. Only a few more classes to understand and then she will no longer have to be tutored.

Finn "I will in the morning. It's good help for essays too. " He sat back, fidgeting the pencil in his hand.

Rachel smiled at the boy sitting next to her, turning back to her book and readin silently to herself. She wasn't really sure what to say, he seemed a bit quiet. She heard her phone go off in the other room and excused herself, going to see that sam had texted her, asking why she has been missing lately. She shook her head, setting her phone back down and went back to the kitchen table.

Finn silently worked on his homework. When she left to attend to her phone, he wondered if they were done with studying tonight. "So uh... Do you need help with anything else?"

Rachel thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't really need help with anything right now, I don't have a test in any of my classes for a few weeks." She looked over at him. "Were you wanting to leave?"

Finn "I just had a long day, so I'm ready to be home." he admitted.

Rachel "Oh, alright," Rachel spoke, "I was going to make some of my famous banana bread, but if you had a long day, then I really do not want to keep you."

Finn "You don't need to do stuff for me, Rachel. " he shook his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they began to slide.

Rachel frowned a bit, looking at the boy. "What happened today?" She really wanted to know what was wrong with him. "I said I owed you, that's why I was gonna make you banana bread."

Finn "Nothing. I told you it was a long day." He said with a small sigh. "You don't owe me anything. We are both being forced to do this."

Rachel "Okay," she didn't pry anymore than that. "Well, it was at least a sign of graditude for all of the help you have given me, forced or not."

Rachel joined the chat 5 hours ago

Finn "Okay, if you want to make it you can. I just don't expect you to do anything."

Rachel let a smile break out on her face as she turned from the kitchen table and started to gather all of the things that she needed. She had to reach into the top cabinet in her kitchen for a pan, but she was too short to get it. "Um," she turned to Finn, "would you be able to assist me in getting this pan out from up there?" She asked, pointing up high. "I'm pretty short if you didn't notice and you're tall, usually my dads have it in a lower cabinet but I think they must have forgot I like to bake."

Finn decided to focus on his homework while she baked. When she asked for his help, he stood beside her and grabbed the pan for her, setting on the counter.

Rachel thanked Finn, turning back to her baking and let him get back to his studies. Once she got it into the oven, she took a seat at the table by Finn and smiled.

Finn worked in his homework until he felt her right beside him. He turned his head to look at her, feeling torn in his hatred for his entire school and the fact that he kind of liked her. "Your boyfriend sucks." he finally said. "I'm not trying to be mean, but I just want to get your grades up so that we can go back to pretending each other doesn't exist."

Rachel felt her smile fade off of her face, listening to what he said. Sam did something to him today, that was why he has been so quiet. "What did he do to you?" She felt angry, if it were a week ago she wouldn't have had an opinion on it. But the Finn she got to know didn't deserve this. She felt a twinge of hurt by what he said about going back to pretending the other didn't exist, but she shook it off and looked at him with concern.

Finn "It doesn't matter. I just don't want him to find out that we are doing this tutoring thing, okay?"

Rachel "Okay," she said quietly. She didn't feel right, she felt distant from Sam since this tutoring thing began. The more she looked at him, the more terrible of a person she realized he was. Plus their relationship was a lie. She was just confused and upset for Finn. "I won't tell him about it."

Finn: "Thank you. I think you're nice, Rachel but... I don't really want to be friends outside of this. I don't want anything to do with the people that make my life hell." He wasn't trying to hurt her feelings, but he knew that being around her was going to have repercussions.

Rachel knew that this was how it was going to have to be. "I understand," she spoke quietly. Hearing the timer beep, Rachel stood up from her seat and took the banana bread out of the over. They could be friends if they really wanted to be, but it seemed as if Finn was not wanting to have all of the attention on him. She didn't blame him for it either. She cut up the banana bread and brought the pieces over to the kitchen table. "Here," she spoke up. "My banana bread can make anyone happier."

Finn didn't feel like eating, which was rare for him. He did take a bite of her bread though and gave her a small smile "It does taste good. Thank you."

Rachel nodded her head at him, hoping he really meant it. "If you want, you can take some home and give some to your mother as well." Rachel pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and grabbed a piece of the bread, taking a bite out of it and looked at the boy sitting next to her.

Finn "Yeah, she might like that." He said with a nod as he finished his piece.

Rachel gave him a warm smile, then heard her phone go off yet again. She stood up and grabbed her phone, to check the message and just incase her dads happened to call, which they never really did. She saw it was a message from Sam. It was asking if she was gonna respond, but it was much ruder than she would like to admit. Her smile faded as she read it and she set her phone back down, shaking her head slightly.

Finn watched her with her phone and sighed slightly. "I should go." he said as he stood up. He had the feeling Sam was texting her and he didnt want to deal with him right now.

Rachel looked over at him, biting her lip slightly. "Alright, well, I appreciate the help, and you can take the banana bread with you." She felt bad for him, really, she did. She wished he would open up to her but she knew better.

Finn "Okay, I'll do that." he began to pack his things back into his bag. "I appreciate you making that for me."

Rachel "It's not a problem," Rachel smiled at him, "I hope that your evening gets better and you have a decent day tomorrow."

Finn "Have a good night." he said softly and walked out and back on to his bike to head home.

Rachel "You too, Finn." She closed the door and walked back to her phone, responding to Sam with a text stating "do not worry about it".

#glee rp #finchel rp #finchel 1x1 #para: tutoring and baking #para: fh

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