#while the posturing is more useful for comedy
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mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw :0
i added my own twist to this i hope you don't mind 💌
Although you've spent a good amount of time at the Lee mansion already, you haven’t exactly gotten the chance to get to know the Bebe girls better. They’re often out on Bada’s orders or working on a job – all of them are almost as busy as your fiancée. However, today, on a rare occurrence, none of the girls were out on jobs or busy doing other work. You found this to be the best time to approach the girls and create a stronger bond with them.
...So far, spending time with Bebe has been one of the most exciting, chaotic, and fun-filled days you’ve had in a while.
“Who out of the seven of us do you think can do the best Bada impression?” Lusher asks you. She and the rest of team Bebe stand before you like contestants on a dance show, their shoulders pushed back, and heads held up high like professionals.
“Hmm,” you hum, “I think I need to see everyone’s impersonation before I can make a decision.”
“Ah, yes, yes.” Tatter nods, “We should all go up one by one and do an impression. When we’re all done, unnie gets to decide who did the best.”
Resounding murmurs of agreement echo between the girls, all of them nodding their heads in sync.
“Okay, who goes first?” Cheche asks aloud.
“Youngest goes first!” Lusher points at Sowoen, the other girls turning to face her with wide smiles.
“Sowoen, Sowoen, Soweon!” They all begin chanting, making you laugh as the girl shyly steps forward.
She quickly straightens up her posture and puts on a serious face – almost a deadpan – as she walks toward you like she’s on a catwalk. She stops a few feet away from you, crossing her arms across her chest. “Where have you been?” She speaks to you in a lower voice, trying to mimic Bada’s lower baritone. “I was worried about you.”
The girls standing behind Soweon let out loud cheers and gasps, clapping for her convincing performance.
“Wow, she did good!” Minah awes.
“How are we supposed to beat that already?” Tatter whines, pointing at Soweon accusingly.
“Good job, Soweon.” You nod, smiling at her and giving her a thumbs up.
The youngest member of Bebe smiles widely as well, before moving back to her position in line, accepting high-fives from the other girls.
“Okay, Cheche’s next!” Lusher announces, the girls hollering in excitement and pushing her forward.
Cheche fixes her suit, smoothing out any wrinkles before making her way over to you, trying to wear a serious expression, but her amused smile manages to peek through slightly, disrupting her impression. “Lusher, gather all of Bebe, we’re going to find my fiancée!” She says heartily, her mimicry clearly more comical than Soweon’s serious attempt.
The girls all burst into laughter, grabbing onto each other and pointing at Cheche in amusement. You also struggle to keep yourself from laughing; her impression is almost the complete opposite of Bada’s demeanor.
“Ya, are you even trying?” Tatter cackles, holding onto Lusher’s arms for support so she doesn’t fall onto the floor with laughter.
“You should be on a comedy show!” Minah adds, covering her mouth with her hand and slapping her thigh over and over again.
“Come on, it was good!” Cheche laughs along with her friends before turning to look at you. “Right, unnie?”
“Yeah unnie, tell us what you think,” Lusher says cheekily.
“Uhm, well,” you begin, feeling laughter already bubbling in your throat. “I think the intention was there…”
Your comment only makes the girls laugh harder, as they begin to almost flop around like fish while taking in heaving breaths.
“Unnie can’t even find the words–” Tatter says while wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes.
“No!” You giggle, “It honestly wasn’t that bad!”
“Not that bad!” Kyma emphasizes through boisterous laughter, grabbing onto Cheche’s shoulder and bringing her back into the line.
After that, Kyma and Minah go, both giving a performance similar to Cheche’s, except slightly more accurate. It’s clear that the impressions are slowly deviating from serious to “who can make the funniest impression of Bada.”
“Next up, Tatter!” Lusher cups her hands around her mouth, projecting her voice loudly. All the girls cheer for Tatter as she walks up, bowing in a joking manner.
However, her expression instantly shifts when she does her catwalk toward you. She motions for Hyo to help her with her Bada impression, and your bodyguard quickly steps up next to her, waiting until Tatter whispers something in her ear. When she pulls away, Hyo sighs dejectedly but nods, suddenly moving forward to grab your wrist, but keeping her grip light and respectful.
Tatter walks up close to Hyo, wearing an intimidating expression that surprises you. “Not so fast.” She says to your bodyguard in a low voice.
Hyo gives a half-assed attempt at a terrified expression – glancing around the room and artificially widening her eyes. “I–” She mutters, her voice so monotone you almost break out into laughter.
But then Tatter takes it a step further. “You made her drop her clothes, pick it up, now!”
Immediately, Hyo lets go of your wrists, dropping to the floor and picking up imaginary pieces of clothing and placing them onto her arms.
Tatter breaks character then, stepping to the side to face both you and the girls, bowing deeply. “Thank you, thank you.”
The other Bebe girls who’d been silent out of shock burst into screams, applauding loudly and letting out amazed remarks.
“I think she’s in first place!” Kyma nods.
“She’ll definitely win.” Minah agrees.
“You were very good, Tatter.” You admit, smiling at her. “I felt like I was experiencing that event all over again.”
“Thank you unnie.” She grins proudly. “You’re going to choose me as the winner, right?”
“Hold on!” Lusher cuts in, holding her hands up in a “stop” motion. “Hyo and I haven’t gone yet!”
“Right.” You nod, “But you’re definitely on the top of my list so far, Tatter.”
“Yes!” She cheers, walking back into line and accepting fist-bumps from her friends.
“Okay Hyo, you’re second to last!” Lusher motions for your bodyguard to begin her impression.
Hyo smirks and nods, taking off her sunglasses for a moment before placing them back on the bridge of her nose but letting them hang slightly lower. She makes a rectangle shape with her hand, and then makes a writing motion.
“Ohh, she’s mimicking what Bada looks like when she works,” Soweon mutters under her breath.
Hyo suddenly pushes her sunglasses up her nose before making a knocking noise by clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Who is it?” She does a surprisingly good impression of Bada’s voice, using her advantage of already having a raspier and deeper voice.
Silence passes through the air for a moment before Hyo speaks again.
“It’s me, your very best friend!” She does a slightly higher-pitched tone, clearly trying to mimic Lusher’s voice.
You immediately gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth in shock to stop yourself from laughing as the other Bebe girls all do the same.
“Hey, what is this? I don’t sound like that!” Lusher complains lightheartedly, clearly not hurt by Hyo’s impression but instead trying to keep her laughter in.
“No, no, I think she’s pretty accurate,” Tatter says to Lusher slyly, her friend lightly elbowing her in the side as an act of retaliation.
Hyo continues her impression, ignoring the girls' comments in the background. She sighs dramatically and loudly, stopping her writing motion in the process. “Go away Lusher, I’m working!” She does Bada’s low voice again, this time her volume much louder to convey annoyance. “But–but–” Hyo does Lusher’s voice again, about to finish her bit off before the girl herself stops her.
“Alright, that’s enough!” She pushes Hyo back into line, everyone finally bursting into laughter at her annoyed expression. “It’s my turn now, the best for last!”
“Hyo, you did very good!” You tell her while holding up two thumbs up, making your bodyguard smile and nod her head back.
“Unnie!” Lusher says in a betrayed voice. “Let me show you what I can do.”
And show you, she does.
As soon as she begins her walk, she approaches you, gently grabbing you by the waist, then heading over in Hyo’s direction. She stops right in front of her, her eyes set in a glare as she spins you around so you’re tucked into her side. “Who do you think you are touching my fiancée like that, huh?” Because Lusher is almost Bada’s height, she slightly towers over Hyo, her chin at your bodyguard’s eye level.
You’re shocked at Lusher’s brazen display, to the point where you’re left speechless even as she backs away from an unamused Hyo and focuses on you instead.
She turns you to face her, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deeply into your eyes with a serious expression. “You are my world,” she mutters, leaning in like she’s about to go in for a kiss. The girls behind her gasp with you, placing their hands over their mouths in shock as they watch with bated breath to see if Lusher will really do it.
But of course, at the last second, she pulls away, letting out a celebratory shout.
The girls explode, all screaming that she was way too good.
“I don’t know who I want to be, Lusher or unnie!”
“Ya, when did you get so good at impressions, Lusher!”
“I really thought she was going to kiss unnie.” Tatter says, mouth still agape.
“No, I don’t have a death wish.” Lusher laughs. “If Bada found out I kissed her, even as a joke, by tomorrow morning you’d find me tied up to the front gates!” She then turns to look at you, smiling widely. “So, I won, right?”
Still half in shock, you’re unable to utter a single word. You try to gather your bearings, and when you finally are about to speak, someone interrupts you.
“Hold on, unnie hasn’t done an impression yet.” Minah points out.
Resounding sounds of “ohhh” in agreement fill the air, making all the girls shift their focus to you.
“Unnie, do a Bada impression!” Tatter insists.
“Oh–” you begin, but are interrupted again.
“I have the perfect idea!�� Lusher holds up her hands in a wait motion before taking off toward the hallway, and away from you all. You and the girls stare at each other with confused expressions, whispering between each other what they think their second-in-command is doing.
When Lusher comes back a few minutes later, she has a pile of clothing in her arms. She races over to you, placing the pieces in your hands.
“You should put on a suit too!”
For what feels like the millionth time, the girls explode into excitement, all of them agreeing that they want to see what you look like in a suit and that it will elevate the impression.
“But won’t I be biased if I do an impression too?” You point out.
“Don’t worry about it, just go change.” Lusher pushes you toward a nearby bathroom, opens the door, then gives you one last gentle push inside before closing the door.
You stare at the closed door for a second before chuckling under your breath and unraveling the clothing Lusher had handed you. You strip and put them on, looking at yourself after you’re fully changed.
“Whoa.” You say, staring at yourself in the reflection of the sink’s mirror. The suit fits you extremely well – not too tight and not too baggy – and surprisingly, you look incredibly good in more traditionally masculine clothing.
You’ve worn suits before – though not that your mother or father approved – but of course the fabric of the suit you’re wearing is much more luxurious and clearly better quality.
You look like a strong, confident woman – you suppose suits do that.
A knock on the door brings you out of your stupor. “Are you done changing?” Lusher’s voice rings out.
“Yes!” You reply.
“Okay!” Lusher opens the door, looking in to get a sneak peek. And when she sees you, she gasps.
You smile, walking out of the bathroom confidently, and standing in front of all the girls with your hands in your pockets.
Immediately, the girls start screaming at the top of their lungs in shock, grabbing onto each other for support as they stare at you.
“Unnie, is that you?” Tatter says in genuine surprise.
“She looks so confident, I think I’m going to pass out.” Minah says dramatically, fanning herself.
“She wears a suit better than all of us!” Cheche exclaims.
“I can’t believe what I’m seeing.” Soweon adds, her mouth wide open.
“You look good, kid.” Hyo gives you a nod of approval.
“I completely forgot she was supposed to be mimicking Bada–” Kyma comments to Chehe under her breath, her eyes widening.
“Unnie, please leave Bada for me!” Lusher whines, looking genuinely distressed. You can’t help but laugh at all the girls' positive reactions, genuinely happy that they think you look good in clothing you don’t normally wear. You open your mouth to say something when another voice cuts in.
“Why are you all screaming?” Bada’s gruff voice comes from a few feet away. She approaches the long line of Bebe girls, trying to see what all the fuss is about. “I heard you all the way from my office–” she stops mid-sentence, finally breaking through the barricade and locking onto your figure.
Like she'd been struck by lightning, she freezes, her mouth dropping, and her eyes going so wide you barely can make out any of her iris. She looks you up and down once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time.
Bada closes her mouth, then opens it, looking like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. She just stands there in shock, admiring how amazing you look in a suit.
“Look, the Boss is swooning!” Lusher points at Bada while laughing hysterically; the girls start giggling as well, all the while your fiancée stays stock still in her spot.
“Bada?” You say through a laugh. “Are you okay?”
It seems like your words finally break Bada out of her trance, and she's finally able to speak. “Yes,” she rasps, never taking her eyes off of you.
“Are you sure–” you're not able to finish your sentence because Bada suddenly finds feeling in her legs and surges forward, grabbing onto you gently and throwing you over her shoulder. “What–” you yelp in shock, your world turning upside down as your fiancée starts to walk away from her subordinates. “Bada, what are you doing?”
“I don’t want them looking at you.” She huffs with a pout, advancing toward a more secluded area. “Let me admire you in private, away from them.”
Yes, spending the day with the Bebe girls certainly turned out to be an eventful experience.
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So in my ongoing efforts to say nice things about Supernatural and, as @luckshiptoshore said yesterday, "reclaim this nice, gay show" together, and also probably because I listened to Bruce Springsteen earlier today while I was thinking: why is it that this particular love story has me like it does? Why can't I let this Destiel thing go? I mean... I watched all the recent queer love stories and as much as I enjoyed Good Omens and OFMD, they just don't take up real estate in my soul like Supernatural does -- and that's not a decision I made, it just is. I don't know about you guys, but my little rages choose me.
Anyway, I was thinking -- it's probably not just because of queer representation or whatever, and I don't think it's because I want to see dudes be tender -- I think I ran out of that form of interest in the life of dudes awhile ago, but yeah, Bruce Springsteen. Born to Run. He says "I want to know love is wild, I want to know love is real" and I felt like it pretty much hit the nail on the head for me, somehow.
It's been a long time since I have felt moved by a het romance story. I feel like I can no longer believe it when the roles are so pre-packaged in the tropes and trappings of what was sold to me as idealised love in my younger days. And, like, I am Gen X, so it was pretty gruesome out there when I was learning how to want love -- the power of compulsory heterosexuality was strong, and the shit that was sold to us all as ways to love and be loved were pretty gross, just watch any romantic comedy from the 80's or 90's.
I think I love Supernatural so much because of the way Dean plays the role of a standard issue dude, and postures like he is a stereotypical red-blooded American dude, but it's so transparent that it isn't him. I don't know if it's just Jensen things, or if it was consciously done, but I love how unconvincing Dean's act is, and how clear it is that he is a wounded child whose own real desires and needs have been beaten out of him somehow, and I just love the way the real Dean and what that guy wants slow rises out of him as the story goes on, until he's choking on it, and visibly swallowing it down. For me, the queerest thing about Dean is his pain, his aching loneliness, and his sense of failure at being what he thinks he is -- a violent man who only knows how to kill, and I love Dean's moments of clarity, moments when he speaks from his own soul -- when he tells Cas he's sorry, tells John he has a family, tells Chuck "that's not who I am" are just everything to me.
Both Dean and Cas are victims of conditioning and coersion -- Dean trying to be his Daddy's perfect son, and being manipulated by Chuck, and Cas horribly violated and brainwashed repeatedly for millennia in heaven -- and they love each other in defiance of conditioning, because love is wild, and it's the product of their freedom.
I feel like ALL actual love eschews force and arises out of freedom. All real love is specific and weird, and is co-created in the space between lovers from what is most real in them and in that sense, all real love is queer in some way in that it is not part of the big social project of subjugating what doesn't comply. I feel like a lot of people lead lives of mindless compliance and that a thing that's wonderful about queer people and queer community is that we work against the grain to honor what is truest in us, whatever that is.
I guess I just love that, on Supernatural, the kind of love that saves the day is the kind that grows wild, like a weed you can't kill, out of more than a decade of choosing each other, again and again, and choosing to fight coercion and conditioning. Love that just fucking refuses to comply, and in fact, cannot comply, because non-compliance is it's very nature. There's something so hopeful and beautiful about that to me. I want to believe in it, and I do.
It's also why, after ALL THIS, in the context of that narrative, Dean is incontrovertibly queered, and anything else is just straight up narrative malpractice.
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𝐂𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐋. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠
💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!
⌨️ WARNINGS: smut, angst, alcohol consumption, analingus, oral fem receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, age gap, public sex, anal fingering. dirty talk, cursing. heeseung says fuck a lot, lol reader and heeseung are both dumb asf
🖱️GENRE: coworkers, best friends, comedy, romance, drama.
🖥️SUMMARY: in which a series of multiple unnecessary events take place for you to confess your feelings or not?
WC: 8k+
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NOTE: hi, everybody i”m back with my new fic “cubical crush” i hope you all will enjoy it, even though the plot is intentionally silly, and it”s different from what i usually write. anyways, it is heavily inspired by @heerated thigh riding fic for kinktober. as soon as i read it i got the idea for this. that being said, i hope you all like it. happy reading!
“Congratulations, ms, y/n,” your best friend and co-worker stopped by your workspace holding a celebratory bottle of wine in his hand.
“Thank you,” you gave him a smile.
“You’re more than welcome” he set the bottle down on your desk. He leaned against the wall loosening the tie around his neck and folding his arms. “Can’t believe you got promoted before I did.”
You giggle slightly. “Me neither. I always thought you’d be first.”
“Oh, come on, y/n, don’t be so humble all the time. We both know you would get it before I did. You’re practically perfect, and I’m not,” he pouted.
“Don’t be sad. I’m sure your time is coming soon,” you assured him with a slight smile on the corner of your lips.
“I hope you’re right. I’m so proud of you. you’ve worked so hard for this, and it finally paid off,” he sighs and stares at you with a fond look in his eyes.
“Thank you,” you said, shying away from his gaze. Not exactly used to having a somewhat serious, heartfelt interaction with him most of the time. It was just meaningless bickering back and forth about the most random things.
“You’re growing up right before my eyes” he wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye.
So much for heartfelt, but this is the seung you were used to, so it didn’t bother you.
“Oh, stop it. So are you you were just a baby when we started working together.”
“I wasn’t a baby,” he corrected his once lazy posture against the wall and stood straight with a stern look on his face.
“Yes, you were. You remember you were so nervous that you stuttered while introducing yourself to everyone, and then you started blushing. I remember it like yesterday. You were so cute.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that, and for the record, I wasn’t cute. I was handsome.”
“No, you were cute, now you’re handsome” the words just kinda slipped out by accident, and of course, he wasn’t just going to ignore it.
He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Really now?”
“You know what I meant,” you glared at him.
He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, but that’s good to know cause I think you’re beautiful.”
This was already headed in a direction that it shouldn’t have. You knew he’d been attracted to you since you became friends, and his flirty nature only blossomed as he got older and spent more time with you. You and him had lunch every day. Sometimes, After work, you’d have dinner together and even give him rides home. All throughout that time, he never missed a single opportunity to let you know how he felt about you romantically and sexually.
All your colleagues thought you were dating, and even though you denied it multiple times, they still teased you cause they thought you were being professional by keeping your relationship hidden.
But that wasn’t the case. You and heeseung were just good friends, really good friends, and nothing more.
“Umm, so, would you like some wine?” You dismissed his comment entirely.
“Sure! why not?” He pulled his chair from his cubical and took a seat next to you.
“Hope you’re fine with coffee mugs,” you chuckled.
“Oh, did you really think I’d buy wine without glasses?” He rolled his chair back and grabbed a paper bag from his work desk. “Ta-dah!” He laughed slightly, setting them on your desk.
“So you prepared for this? What if I didn’t invite you for a drink?”
“Then I’d just have two wine glasses for no reason,” he stated the obvious in an unamused tone, resting his cheek in his palm, and of course, he had to add his signature eye roll.
“Smart ass,” you pushed his shoulder before filling both wine glasses.
“Flat ass,” he replied a little too quickly for your liking and took a sip from his glass.
“If it’s so flat, what are you always staring at?” you reply cockily and take a drink from your own glass.
He nearly choked on his wine, wiping the residue from his chin. He couldn’t even deny it, either. He loved staring at your plump ass when you wore the tightest of skirts to the office. He can’t count how many times he had to control himself from getting a hard-on, and today was no different when you showed up to your promotion party looking like you owned the whole building.
He gulped the rest of the wine from his cup before refilling it again, giving him time to regain his composure.
After he calmed down a bit, he proposed a toast to your achievement. “To you” he held his glass, clanking it with yours.
“You’re so lame” you rolled your eyes at him and clanked your glass with his.
“So lame that you’ve been friends with me since I was 18, begged me to get a job with you. You have lunch with me every single day. You give me rides and even sometimes ask me to come over to your place instead to have dinner with you, and not to mention you invite me over every Saturday for movi-”
You were going to put your hand over his mouth to silence him, but since he had his cup to his lips, you opted for his neck instead.
Bad idea.
Before you could come in contact with his neck, he gripped your wrist and said something that honestly didn’t even surprise you anymore. “Ooh, Kinky, I like it,” he smirked at you.
“I hate you.”
“That’s a funny way to say you love me, y/n. I love you too,” he let go of your wrist and pinched your cheek.
You pushed his hand away from your face and glared at him. “And Just cause you’re lame doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you, idiot.”
“Hop off my dick, would you?”
“What dick?” You chuckled.
“The one that could be balls deep inside you if you’d stop playing hard to get,” he retorted.
Now it was your turn to choke on your wine.
Some of the liquid trickled down your chin, and he didn’t miss the opportunity to swipe it away with his thumb, using the chance to tilt your face towards him and lean in closer to you.
You quickly shook your head and focused on anything else but him. “This wine is delicious. Where did you get it from?” As you were pouring another glass, he gripped your wrist, stopping you from doing so.
“Come on, y/n, how much longer are you going to keep this up?”
“Keep what up?” You reply, pretending not to know what he’s talking about.
“This act” he ran his fingers through his hair and released a sigh of frustration.
“You’re confusing me, seungie.”
“Stop acting like you don’t know that I want you. I mean, I made it obvious since the first day we met, and all you ever do is brush me off like I’m not even here.”
You hated that out of all times. He had to bring this up now. You just wanted to celebrate your promotion, but somehow you found yourself discussing the topic you tried your hardest to avoid for years. “Look, I know, and I’ve been trying to keep the relationship between us as just friends.”
“But why? After all these years, you don’t feel even the slightest bit attracted to me?”
“Being attracted to someone doesn’t mean liking them, Seung” you had already downed two more glasses of wine almost unknowingly.
“Well, you don’t like me even just a little?” He just kept prying. You hated how hard-headed he was all the time. In some cases, it was an admirable trait, but right now was not one of them.
“Of course I do. You’re like my little brother,” you flat-out lied to end the discussion, but he wasn’t buying it for two seconds. Not to say you thought he would, but it was still worth a shot.
“I already know that’s bullshit. You never treat me like a brother,” he scoffs.
“I don’t treat you like a boyfriend either,” you reply, feeling like you had a point, but apparently, that is not how he saw it.
He was fed up at this point, and maybe the wine had gotten to him just a tiny bit. “Fuck it” he spun your chair around and quickly pressed his lips against yours.
You absolutely melted into the kiss and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. He was shocked to see that you actually reciprocated his advances, but he wasn’t complaining, only focusing on the way your lips felt on his the kiss was everything he thought it’d be and more.
You’d never say it out loud to anyone, but you’ve wanted him for so long there was only one problem.
He was just so out of your league, far more successful than you were at his age, a whole ten years younger than you, and honestly, the idea of being more than friends with him intimidated you.
He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours. “So much for me being your little brother,” he breathes against your lips.
“Shut up” you cupped his face in your hands, bringing him even closer and ultimately giving in to your desires.
“Yes, Ma’am” he connected his lips to yours once again and began kneading your thighs with his large veiny hands. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hand up your skirt rubbing you through the thin material of your underwear.
“Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling your body flush with heat at the contact of his hands between your legs.
He smiled against your lips when you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots softly.
Before things got too heated, you leaned back to take a breather. “What if we get caught?”
“We’re like the only ones still here. Everyone left after the celebration” he kissed your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on the supple skin.
You lost yourself in the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking all over your skin. You let your head fall back to give him better access to your sweet spot and moaned loudly when he nipped at the flesh.
You used every last ounce of your strength to pull away from him cause, at the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but feel worried about getting caught. “But what if?”
He groaned agitatedly, but he knew it was better to be safe than sorry he knew how important work was to you, and if you got fired, cause of him, he’d never forgive himself for it. “You’re right. There’s a storage room right around the corner. Come on” he took your hand in his gently and led you to the dark space making sure to lock the door behind him. “There, that way, we for sure won’t get caught.” he smiled softly and made his way over to you.
“Seung, I’m not so sure about this,” you chewed on your lip nervously.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?”
He held your face in his hands, waiting for your reply. “Okay,” you nodded your head.
“Okay,” he whispered reassuringly and backed you up against a desk in the dimly lit room, attaching his lips to yours and kissing you feverishly. He lifted your skirt up, gripping your ass tightly, causing you to moan into the kiss. He immediately stuck his tongue inside your mouth, tangling it with yours.
He pushed his body as close to you as possible, grinding his bulge against your core. You gasped when you felt how big he was. he hummed in delight as he trailed kisses down your jawline. “I just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off you today. I love it so much when you wear skirts,” he confessed while placing kisses all over your exposed neck.
“Really? I guess I’ll have to wear them more often.”
“You’d do that just for me?” He raised a brow that you couldn’t see cause his face was tilted to the side as he swiped the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear.
“Anything for you” you palmed his erection through his slacks, with your lip caught between your teeth.
“Is that so?” He released an unstable breath at the feeling of your hand teasing his hard length.
“Yes, anything,” you moaned breathlessly as he nibbled on your earlobe.
“Then turn around and bend over for me” his slightly assertive tone made you do exactly as he said, bending over the desk and arching your back as far as you could for him.
He ran his palms all along your backside, massaging his favorite part of your body. He got down on his knees, easily leveling his face with your ass as he bunched your skirt further up around your waist and yanked your panties down in one swift motion.
You whimper from the cool air hitting your bare pussy. “So, so wet,” he licked the glob of wetness dripping from your pretty pink hole. Moaning at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, you tasted even better than he could have ever dreamed of.
“Fuck” you dropped your head on the desk in front of you while he lapped up all your juices. You just knew he would be good at this, but not this good. He exceeded all your expectations by far, and he was only just getting started.
He gulped loudly while swallowing his saliva mixed with your essence. “Taste so fucking good, doll. I could eat your pussy all day” needless to say, he was already rock solid in his slacks, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now, his hands were already preoccupied with your plump ass cheeks, and all he wanted was to eat you out for hours. “And you smell so amazing” he inhaled deeply before diving back in, sucking on your pussy lips, and it was like he was making an effort to make the most filthiest sounds behind you, slurping and sucking loudly while he ate you out like there was no tomorrow.
He stuck two of his long thick fingers inside you, stretching you out just right for him. “You’re really tight. Just relax, doll” you listened to his words as you took a deep breath before giving yourself to him fully and relaxing under his touch. It’s been quite a while since you’ve been intimate with someone, but he was able to make you comfortable as he easily guided you through all of his ministrations and reassured you with his delicate voice over and over again.
His cock was leaking so much precum and he could have sworn he’s never been this turned on before. You barely even touched him, but there was just something about you that could make him painfully hard without even doing anything.
As he trailed his tongue through your wet folds, the path led him to where he so badly needed to be, and before he could think twice about it, he was already flattening his tongue against your perineum.
You had no idea how just his tongue alone was making you feel so good your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure. “That feels so good,” you cried out, gripping the desk tightly. The feeling of his warm wet tongue on one of the most sensitive parts of your body had you short-circuiting.
“You like that?” He moaned against your skin as he humped the air trying to seek any type of relief for his throbbing cock, which was no use. Only you could give him what he needed.
“Y-yes,” you stuttered out.
His eyes fluttered open only to be met with your twitching rim, and he didn’t even try to resist the strong urge to lick a stripe between your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pleasure. No one has ever done anything like that before. It felt so foreign but so amazing at the same time.
You never wanted him to stop, and it’s like he could read your mind as he circled your rim with the tip of his tongue teasingly.
“Mmm, so good,” his voice tickled your skin as he spread you open with the palm of his hand, creating even more space to lick you up and down.
He messily licked from your wet hole to your quivering rim, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside you while stimulating you with his tongue.
Each time his digits went in and out of you, they were coated in a thick creamy layer of your arousal. He couldn’t believe he was the one making you this wet, but it only motivated him to continue on until your juices were running down your thighs.
He was almost positive he was enjoying this more than you. His dick was so hard, and it only got harder as he stuck his tongue out and inserted it in your tight hole.
The feeling of his fingers in your pussy and his tongue inside your ass at the same time felt so unreal. “Seung s-so good,” you whimpered helplessly, relying on the desk to hold all your weight as you felt your legs beginning to give out when his saliva-coated tongue went deeper in your hole.
He rested his hand on your lower back, bringing your body impossibly close to his face. He spat on your puckered rim that winked in anticipation as he smeared his saliva between your cheeks with his pouty lips kissing your tight hole softly before sticking his tongue back inside of you.
You couldn’t help but reach your hand behind you and push his face forward as if he wasn’t already close enough. You could feel his hot, heavy breath against your wet skin, and that only heightened the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to you.
He made a sound mixed between a laugh and a breathy moan. His face was literally pressed against your ass as he did his best to work with what little space you left for him. He wouldn’t have stopped, but he needed to breathe, so finally, he pulled away, leaving your holes clenching and needy for him.
At this point, he was just too worked up, and he needed you now more than anything in the world. He pulled his fingers out of you gently, licking them clean before he stood up, ignoring the ache in his knees as he hastily lowered his slacks and underwear. “You ready for me, doll?”
“Yes, please hurry, Seung” he smacked your ass and jiggled it with his palm as the sound bounced off the walls. You yelped in pleasure from the burning yet pleasurable sting.
He rubbed his oozing tip on your soaking folds, gathering your wetness so he could push in with ease.
“Shit, I’ve been wanting this for so long, Ever since we met” his heart was racing in anticipation mixed with something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and he was sure he’s never wanted anything more than this, not even a promotion and he really wanted a promotion, so that was saying a lot.
He pushed in the tip only, easing himself back and forth slowly. “Oh god,” you whimpered.
“Fuck, I could cum just from this,” he admits while gripping your waist tightly to bring you closer to his body. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before pushing in all the way, sliding his thick cock in your cunt. “Fuck, princess, you feel so amazing,” he moaned loudly, not holding back his sounds of pleasure one bit. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.
“Y-you can move now” you were already so impatient. You just needed him now.
He wasted no more time talking and thrusted in you slow yet so deep at the same time.
He set his pace nice and steady until you adjusted to his size, which didn’t take long, given the fact that you were already so wet and needy to be filled up with his cock.
“Faster Seung, please. I need you” you dug your nails into the desk.
“Anything you want, precious” a moan escaped his lips as he sped up his thrusts, hips slapping against your ass with each one. He gathered a ball of saliva and spat it into his hand, using the slimy substance to lubricate your obscenely tight rim. After he spread it all over your hole, he stuck his thumb inside you, filling up both of your holes perfectly.
“Ah Seung,” you gasp out from the unfamiliar sensation.
“You like that, don't you? You like having me deep in both your pretty little holes?” He matched the rhythm of his thumb with his strokes steadily moving in and out of you at the perfect pace. “Say it,” he grunted.
“Yes- fuck seungie, it feels really good, so full” he was hitting all the right spots inside you. Somehow everything he did felt heavenly, and the pleasure only increased with each and every one of his skillful movements.
There was no way to describe how good he was feeling. He was lightheaded as his tip kissed your sweet spot repeatedly. He watched his cock stretch you out to the fullest your pussy lips looked so perfect as they stretched far and wide to accommodate his big cock. “You’re taking me so well, my princess.”
He could feel how tightly you clenched around his thumb and cock, letting him know you were getting close, and so was he. “Doll, I’m so close,” he warned you, followed by a shaky breath, and you felt his dick twitching inside you.
You were not far behind either as you reached your hand down to rub your clit in fast circles, making you clench down even tighter on his dick. “Seung, I’m cumming!” You rubbed your clit into overstimulation while he continued to fuck you from behind.
“Me too, princess, I’m gonna breed this perfect little pussy” just as the words left his mouth, you felt him releasing his load deep inside your convulsing hole. “Fuck, y/n,” he panted as his hips began to falter, and you could feel the strong pulsating of his cock as he was cumming.
You huffed out heavy breaths while you came down from your orgasm. He moved your hair from your face leaning down to capture your lips as he rutted his hips into you, riding out your highs together. He tangled his tongue with yours, getting lost in the heat of your mouth and pussy.
He finally stilled his movements hissing in over-sensitivity when he removed his heavy length from your hole, watching as his warm cum spilled out of you and onto the floor. “Fuck” he swallowed thickly before giving your ass a light spank. “Come here, doll” he sat in the desk chair, lifting you on his lap and setting you right on top of his dick “so far, so good?” He tapped your waist with his index finger making sure you were okay to continue.
You nodded weakly, too drained to respond.
“Let me do all the work. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise” he kissed your temple and lifted you up slightly while you wrapped your arms around his neck. After aligning his dick with your used hole, he lowered you on his length, bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly. “Yes, that’s it” he sighed in pleasure and tipped his head back slightly to take in the view in front of him with hooded eyes.
“Seungie,” you whined while looking into his eyes and biting on your bottom lip.
“Shh, doll, I know” he rested his forehead against yours, bouncing you on his cock harder, creating loud slapping noises as your sweaty bodies collided with one another.
“Is someone there?” You both jumped at a voice outside. It must have been one of the janitors coming in for their night shift.
“It’s okay” he slowed down and rubbed your back to comfort you. “just keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” you whispered and nodded your head.
“Yeah?” he smiled and pressed his lips to yours briefly before picking up the pace and bucking his hips up into you. “That’s my girl” he secured you tightly with his left arm holding you close while his right hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing you there softly.
You moaned quietly and collapsed onto his shoulder while his tip hit your spot perfectly.
Every stroke of his cock felt better than the last, and it was only a matter of time before you came yet again. “It feels so good” you buried your face in his neck, sucking and licking every inch you could reach.
He chuckled softly from the tickling sensation on his neck. “I know, baby. You feel so good.”
“I’m close, Seung.” you panted in his ear.
“Yeah?” He breathed out, feeling himself already losing his strength from going so hard on the previous round.
“Yes, so close” You used every last bit of energy to ride him at a pace that had you both cumming in mere seconds.
“Oh fuck” he whined in your ear lowly as his legs started to shake. “y/n, please, please, don’t fucking stop,” he whispered, feeling his second orgasm approaching rapidly as sweat beads trickle down his forehead.
His pleas for you to keep going only fueled you to give him your all as you clung tighter onto his shoulders for support to fuck him faster and deeper.
“Oh my fucking god,” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he looked between your bodies, watching the way your pussy sucked his cock in. His abdomen was covered in your slick and cum, which only turned him on ten times more. He loved it wet and messy. “You’re riding me so well,” he rubbed your clit just a little longer until the knot inside your stomach unraveled. “cum for my doll.”
“Fuck!” You yelped as your legs shook uncontrollably. So much for keeping quiet, but you were sure whoever was outside the door had left long ago.
You were clenching around his cock for the second time tonight. The convulsions of your cunt triggered his orgasm, and you felt his cock get even harder just seconds before he pumped his seed into you. His length throbbed with every squirt of warm cum he released inside you. “Y/n,” he groaned while tightening the grip on your hips.
You continued to clench around his girthy cock in your post-orgasmic state, persuading him to empty every last ounce of his hot cum until he filled you up to the brim.
“Seung,” you mewled from the over-sensitivity gripping the collar of his dress shirt as you tiredly rested your forehead on his shoulder.
“I got you, I got you” he held you close to his chest and pecked your forehead, calming you down from your intense high.
You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.
You both stayed in that position for a good while, trying to regain control of your breathing and energy. He stroked your head softly as his body still trembled under you slightly. “That was so much better than I could have ever imagined” he kissed your cheek softly.
“It really was” you drew random patterns on his chest and played with his tie, which he thought was so adorable.
He held you even closer to his body, resting his head on your shoulder with his dick still inside you. “Wanna get cleaned up now?” He asked in the most delicate voice you’ve ever heard from him.
You shook your head no. Being pressed against his wide chest and full of his cock was just too comforting for you to want to move. “You’re so warm” you nuzzled your face in his neck.
He let out an airy chuckle placing a kiss on your head, not caring about the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. “Whose the older one here?” He teased you. You were literally acting like a baby, which made his heart swell. You were just too cute.
“Seung,” you whined.
He could only laugh at you, too tired to tease you any longer.
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“Hey, doll,” heeseung whispered behind you, massaging your shoulders.
“Hi,” you reply with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
He moved your hair to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.
You moved away from his touch, leaving him slightly puzzled for a second, but it soon clicked. “It’s okay. No one is even paying attention” Nevertheless, he still leaned back to give you some space. “Since we both enjoyed last night so much, I was thinking we could go on a date later, and you could spend the night at my place after,” he continued rubbing your shoulders, which felt amazing, by the way, but you weren’t going to let him know that.
“Not tonight,” you say, annoyed.
“Okay…. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Busy,” you type away on your computer, eyes never leaving the screen.
“This weekend, when we’re not so busy with work,” he suggested.
“Heeseung, please, not right now. You’re bothering me, okay?”
He finally removed his hands away from your shoulders. He knew how serious you could be when it came to working, but he still couldn’t help feeling dejected, especially after being so excited to see you today. “Okay,” he mumbled, going to his cubicle next to yours.
After he left, you sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. Only an hour went by before you needed a coffee break.
“Feeling better?” Heeseung came up, standing way too close behind you.
You jumped slightly and spilled some of your coffee. “Heeseung, what’s your problem?” You snapped at him for no reason other than the fact you were upset with yourself because of last night.
“Sorry, y/n, It was an accident. I’ll clean it up, don’t worry” he grabbed a few napkins wiping the small mess that you made a big deal out of. “See? All better” he turned you around to face him trapping you by resting his arms on the counter behind you.
“All better,” you repeated, feeling shy from the proximity between you both. He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned your head in the opposite direction.
He lowered his head and clenched his jaw. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you reply quickly.
“If it’s nothing, then why have you been acting weird towards me all morning?”
You tapped the coffee mug in your hand, opting to use silence for an answer instead.
“Talk to me, love,” he spoke softly while cupping your cheeks and focusing on your eyes.
You removed his hands from your face and turned away from him.
“I just don’t get it. Everything was good last night when You took me home, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me.”
“Seung, just leave it, okay? That was a one-time thing, and it was a mistake,” you reply agitatedly.
He looked at you, taken aback by your choice of words.
“Wow, this is the thanks I get after I completely devoured your ass,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, but that didn't work.
“I’m serious. That will never happen again, so just forget it.”
He scoffed at your words. “So, what are you saying?
“That last night was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have ever happened, so just forget about it.”
“You can’t fucking be serious right now. How the fuck do you expect me to do that? You know I liked you since way back then, and I finally get a chance with you or what I thought was a chance, and now you just want to forget?”
“Seung, stop. We’re at work,” you said, simply ignoring him and his feelings.
“I don’t fucking care where the fuck we are” He stood up straight and locked eyes with you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t feel anything when you were with me last night. Tell me it meant nothing to you.”
“I didn’t. It meant nothing to me” you held eye contact with him, trying your best not to crack under the pressure of his gaze.
He instantly looked away from your eyes to conceal the hurt expression that immediately took over his features as those words left your mouth. “But, y/n, I’m in lov-“
“Stop,” you cut him off before he could even finish.
You could have sworn you saw him tearing up a bit, and you felt so horrible. “Okay, fine, I’ll just forget about it then like it never even happened.” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, grabbed the dirty tissues off the counter, and threw them in the trash bin on his way out of the break room.
You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, finally letting the reality of what just took place sink in.
But it was better this way. You just weren’t right for him. He deserved someone better, younger, and prettier than you, someone, who had a life outside of work, someone who could give him what you couldn’t.
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Unfortunately, The rest of the day, he didn’t look your way, he didn’t call you to take lunch together, he didn’t stay and work overtime with you, absolutely nothing.
You sighed, watching him shut off his desk lamp and pack up his belongings.
He didn’t even say bye.
As much as it hurt to be ignored by him, this was for the better.
He’d get over you sooner than later.
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Or maybe not.
The next few weeks were the same. The only time you talked was in a meeting, and even then, he still didn’t look at you.
You couldn’t help but think that he hated you and that your friendship was now in jeopardy.
You know what you did was shitty, but it wasn’t easy to just tell him you didn’t feel good enough, not only for him but for everything you did in life.
You graduated later than most people. It took you longer to grasp certain aspects of work, and while everyone, including him, was excelling, you always seemed to fall short.
That wasn’t the only thing either. Your parents consistently compared you and your siblings all the time. It felt like a race between who could graduate faster and who could have the highest-paying job. Unfortunately, you took all of that to heart. Ever since then, you felt like you’d never be enough, and you allowed yourself to drown in self-doubt.
Leaving you to become who you are today, a single workaholic hopeless romantic.
Now on the other side of the spectrum. heeseung didn’t hate you, not one bit. He knew you had your reasons cause the y/n he knew would have never done what you did. But that still didn’t make it hurt any less.
He was finding it rather difficult to act the same around you, especially when his thoughts were a complete raging mess one night you were having sex with him. And the morning after, you’re telling him it was a mistake, so he did what he thought was best and gave you space. He didn’t realize that he was actually ignoring you in the process, though.
He missed having lunch with you. He missed seeing you roll your chair back and peeking at him from behind your cubicle to tease him. He missed you driving him home and getting dinner after you both worked overtime together.
But he figured he might as well just see it as a thing of the past, and apparently, so was your guy’s friendship. It had been weeks since you last talked to him, let alone looked his way, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the way things were going between the two of you. “Four years down the drain just like that if I had just set my feelings aside” he leaned against the break room counter with his coffee in hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to fix your guys friendship until he heard an unknown voice.
“Hi, sorry to disturb you, but I’ll be training here for a short period of time, and I wanted to introduce myself to everyone.”
“Oh! Hi, and it’s quite alright. You’re not disturbing me one bit” he extended his hand to shake hers. “Lee heeseung, and you are?”
She took his hand and shook it gently with a shy smile. “Yoo ji min”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and it’s nice to see new faces every once in a while,” he smiled brightly.
You just had to come into the break room at the absolute worst time. You saw heeseung and the new trainee chatting away, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous at their interaction. “Hello,” you greeted them awkwardly.
Heeseung looked at you with puppy eyes muttering the tiniest little. “Hi,” it was so low you didn’t even hear it.
She gave you a small nod before proceeding with her conversation with heeseung. “So, maybe you could show me what you do sometime?”
You almost puked from her honey voice and the way she was sweet talking to him. “Sure! I could give you a couple of tips too. It’s never easy the first day. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 22nd floor, or just call my extension,” he chuckled lightly.
“I learn faster hands-on. I don’t mind taking a trip all the way up here just to see you,” she winked.
Now she was just being obvious, and heeseung knew it. He had noticed it ever since she first got there. It’s like she literally couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her fake high-pitched voice almost gave him a headache, but he was just trying to do his job and be nice. “Yeah, umm, see you around” her direct flirting was making him more than a tad bit uncomfortable, so he got out of dodge sooner than later.
Thank god you didn’t have to listen to that any longer. One minute was more than enough.
When she introduced herself to you, it was literally hi and bye, but with heeseung, she had to use her fake voice and make unnecessary small talk with him. She was already getting on your last nerve, and it was only her first day.
That’s my man, you thought to yourself.
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Holy fuck were you about to go insane from her constant fake giggling every two seconds. She just had to bring her ugly (pretty) ass all the way to the 22nd floor just so she could pretend like she needed heeseung’s help with something.
And it didn’t help that he was laughing back, loudly too, like he was just having the time of his life. Which he probably was. How could he not when there was a girl his age, talented and beautiful, practically drooling all over him?
Little did you know his laugh was as real as hers, but he was attempting to make you jealous in hopes that maybe it would get you to talk to him again.
“Just whatever.” You mumbled and focused back on your work.
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Today was the same. She was all up inside his cubical like it was hers, just laughing and chatting away.
After another hour of them laughing and talking AND going on lunch together, you couldn’t take anymore.
You were so close to just walking the fuck out.
But since you’ve worked here, you always stayed one hour over so you couldn’t leave and muddy up your perfect record, especially after just being promoted not too long ago. “Heeseung, our shift is over. We should go get drinks and celebrate my last day here.”
Heeseung rubbed his nape. He wasn’t used to going home until you did, so the fact that his shift was up came as a surprise to him. “Umm, well, I usually stay an hour later,” he explained.
He was not trying to have it go this far. He was just using her to try to make you jealous (which was failing miserably, by the way, or so he thought). If he was being honest, she was annoying as hell and fake as fuck. Her perfume gave him a headache. It reminded him of his college days. Every girl he crossed paths with wore that same cheap-smelling perfume except you. Well, you might of, but when you were in college, he was just a wee baby, but the first day you met, he remembers the perfume you wore. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you in the first place. It smelled so sophisticated and professional, not like some young teenager begging for his attention. It made you stand out, and since that day, that has been his favorite smell.
He even went as far as to buy it from the mall on your birthday so he could smell it on you every day. He remembered the hug you gave him after opening it.
He missed your smell, your laugh, your smile, everything. He missed you, and it’s barely even been two months.
He only realized that he was spaced out when her nasty voice snapped him out of his precious thoughts about you.
“Heeseung?” She tapped his back to gain his attention.
He flinched from her unwelcome touch. “Huh?” He replied and shook his head slightly.
“Come on, just a few drinks” she tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but he leaned away from it, pretending he was turning his computer off.
“Uhh…”
“A few drinks aren’t gonna kill you” she rolled her eyes in annoyance when she saw him glancing over at your cubicle. It was obvious to anyone that heeseung liked you, and it didn’t take her long to catch on to that either. She couldn’t understand why he’d even bother looking your way when someone like her was present, and that did more than just trigger her inferiority complex.
“Okay, a few drinks won’t hurt. Just give me five more minutes, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore fuck staying an hour later. You couldn’t hear their conversation but just the thought of her being so close to him made you feel sick.
“See you then,” she whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine and not the good kind, not like the chills you gave to him.
Heeseung noticed you packing up earlier than usual, and he couldn’t help but say something. “You’re going home already. It’s barely past nine. You always stay late.”
“Not tonight,” you angrily shoved your stuff in your bag and headed out.
“Y/n, wait!” He gripped your wrist gently. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine,” you fake smiled at him before freeing yourself from his grip.
“Are you sure? This isn’t like you, so, I’m just kinda worried.” he rubbed his nape.
“Don’t you have someone downstairs to worry about?”
“W-what? No, Y/n!” Before he could even explain, you had already stormed off to the elevator, mashing on the buttons.
“Fuck!” you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes as the elevator took you to the first floor.
He ran downstairs as quickly as possible, trying to catch up to you, but it was no use. By the time he got down, you were far out of sight. He took a few seconds to catch his breath.
“There you are. I was waiting forever” she clung onto his arm, dragging him near the exit.
“Hey, uhh, about tonight, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna pass.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Is it cause that bitch that works next to you? I see you staring at her all the time. Even when I’m talking to you, you still only look at her!”
At this point, he wasn’t even surprised she’d say such things about you. Her attitude was off from the start anyways.
“Watch your fucking mouth, and she has a name. It’s y/n. Maybe if you weren’t being so pretentious around me, you might have noticed,” he scoffed.
“So, it is her? Really heeseung you can do so much better” she bit her lip seductively while grabbing his tie, but he quickly snatched it away cause you were the only woman he allowed to touch his tie.
“And where do you suggest I might find that? Cause, as of right now, better is nowhere in sight” he stared down at her with his jaw clenched.
“Let’s be honest here, shall we? Me and you both know she doesn’t even like you. I mean, she makes it obvious” his expression faltered at the truth of her words. “While you’re staring at her, she’s thinking of someone else” she placed her hands on his shoulders, inching dangerously close to his face. “And while you’re staring at her, I’m only thinking of you,” he could feel her warm breath against his skin.
Before she could go any further, he pushed her hands off of him and created a good distance. “Don’t”
“Tch fine, I only wanted you for your looks anyways. We would have made such a great pair. But you’re actually quite boring,” she giggled. “You can continue to waste time on a girl that doesn’t even notice your existence. It’s your loss” she flipped her hair on her way out of the building.
“I’ve never been more happy to lose,” he stated with a smirk and watched her leave with his hands in his pockets.
She turned around and had the nerve to look at him offended. “Asshole,” she put her middle finger in the air before finally leaving the building.
Heeseung thought of a million foul insults he could have thrown back at her, but she wasn’t even worth his breath.
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You woke up with a throbbing headache. You finished off the bottle of wine heeseung bought for you last night in an attempt to numb the pain in your heart. Still, every glass you poured just reminded you of that night, the night you wish you could go back in time and erase, not cause you didn’t enjoy it, you loved every second of it as a matter of fact, but if that night never happened you and heeseung would still be friends.
You groaned and did your normal routine, adding in a few painkillers with your breakfast.
At least you still looked somewhat presentable, but you already knew today was going to be a long one.
Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him face to face after last night, but this was the only way to get over him and everything that’s happened.
You knew this was your fault, and you also knew that he would get over you, but it still hurt like hell to lose him.
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Somehow you were the last to be informed that the new girl had already completed her training and was transferred to a new building which didn’t bother you one bit. That news made your day just a little better.
You plopped down on your seat, yawning loudly while switching on your lamp and turning on your computer.
Heeseung was already behind you with a hot cup of coffee, setting it on your desk without any words.
He went to his cubical, cracked his knuckles rolled up his sleeves, and got right down to business as usual now that the bitch or new girl was finally gone, he couldn’t have been happier.
Now there would be nothing getting in the way of him mending your friendship, or so he thought.
It was your lunchtime, and heeseung was going to try and work his way back into your life slowly and, this time, leave out all the flirting and off-color comments that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want him like that. Then he was going to learn to accept it for the sake of a solid four-year relationship. His feelings weren’t more important than your guy’s friendship, and he knew that. “Hey y-” before he could finish, he got cut off by none other than sim jaeyun. He worked on the opposite end of the floor, and heeseung always caught him taking glances at you but never said anything to you about nor did you ever even notice him.
“Hey, y/n, I know it’s been some time, but congratulations on your promotion” the tips of his ears were burning bright red.
“Thank you” you couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing. He was so cute. How come all the attractive guys are so much younger than me, you wondered.
You felt like a cougar or something.
“You’re w-welcome” his little stutter hit you hard. How is it possible for someone to be so adorable? he reminded you of heeseung on his first day.
Heeseung.
You sighed. After all this time, he’s still all you could think about.
Heeseung listened closely, feeling a very familiar emotion he got whenever you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.
He was jealous.
Jealous that another man was talking to his gir- his friend.
“I uhh was thinking maybe if you’re not too busy, we could have lunch together?”
Please say no, please say no, heeseung prayed.
“Sure, what time?” You responded with a smile.
“Why y/n?” Heeseung mumbled and slumped in his chair, pouting slightly.
But he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while another man tried to have lunch with you. He was already your designated lunch partner.
“Actually, me and y/n were just about to go together, but you’re more than welcome to join us” heeseung stood up, towering over you and his other co-worker. “Right, y/n?” Heeseung turned his gaze to the younger, giving him a stern look.
“A-actually, I forgot I have a meeting today” the young boy quickly scurried away, feeling scared by heeseung’s intimidating presence. It didn’t take him long at all to get the message that something was going on between the two of you.
“We were?” You look at heeseung, completely confused and even more confused at his behavior today.
First coffee, and now he’s actually speaking to you and asking you on lunch, not to say you were complaining you missed this boy too much to even say no.
“I-if y-you want to” he literally shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with his hands, face completely flushed red.
Cute.
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You had a blast at lunch teasing him like usual his face was on fire because of you for the second time today. “You know you looked just like a baby earlier, and you stuttered like one too.”
“You really enjoy my pain, don’t you?” He glared at you.
He reached his fork over to your plate, taking the last bite of your food as revenge. “Are you fucking kidding me?
“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding you?” he talked with his mouth still full of what would have been your last bite.
“That was the last bite,” you pouted.
“Well, come and get in then” he opened his mouth, showing you the last bits of your salad on his tongue.
“You’re in for it,” you warned.
“Oh? Am I?” He cocked his brow.
“Yes, you need to be punished.” You giggled.
“Have I been a bad boy? Is mommy gonna spank me?” he looked at you with puppy eyes touching his index fingers together, and burst out into laughter seconds later.
You tried to contain your smile but ultimately failed. “You’re so stupid!” you shoved his shoulder, and it felt just like old times. “Seung?” you muttered once the laughter had died down.
“Hmm?” He propped his elbows on the table, intrigued by what you had to say.
“Sorry for everything, you know, not talking to you and all that other stuff” you picked at your nails, looking down at the table in front of you.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” he said endearingly. “You fucking suck at apologizing,” he deadpanned.
“Seung, I’m serious. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t get all heartfelt on me now.”
“Really, Seung, I feel bad, and I’m so sorry.”
He simply waved you off. “It’s alright. I’m a big boy. I can take rejection.”
“You didn’t act like it.”
“Fair, but that’s only cause you were avoiding me.” He stated.
“What?! You were the one avoiding me!” you pointed a finger in his face.
“No, I gave you space, and you avoided me” he pointed his finger right back at you.
“Space?! I never said I needed space!” You said, taken aback by what absurdity you were hearing.
“But you avoided me, so I assumed you wanted space, and I gave it to you!” His voice was at least two octaves higher than before as he fought against you.
“You just assumed I wanted space!?” Your tone was now matching with his.
“Yeah! You were acting all menopausal in your old age, so I assumed you wanted space” he shrugged.
You gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. “Excuse me!” You said, flabbergasted before revving up to defend yourself once again.
The rest of lunch was spent bickering about god knows what. But still, You both felt so much better after apologizing and talking things over, so maybe he was out of your league, and maybe he’d never stop loving you, and you’d never stop loving him, but for right now, you were both just happy to be friends again.
The End.
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Here a cute request it when Gojo meets y/n father for the first time but thing is that he is a total dilf so Gojo mistake him as y/n date or rival to y/n. As for how they meet is? It when y/n get ready to go for her father day. But while her father is waiting for her to be ready. Gojo see him and y/n dad tell him he is here for y/n and then Gojo try to get him to leave but y/n dad realise that Gojo mistook him as date and instead correct him. He decided to have fun with him for good while. Then when y/n come to meet her dad. She like dad I’m ready for our father and daughter day and then Gojo like wait dad??? I can imagine Suguru and Shoko laughing their ass off at this situation. Oh you can choose which Gojo you want to use teen Gojo or adult gojo. It entirely up to you
Father's Day
Paring: Gojo x reader
Shot type: fluff comedy
Summary: Your best friend mistakes your father for your boyfriend. His mind began to think only that you like Dilf, and did not let him explain what is true.
Today was Father's Day, and Satoru thought you invited them on some outing to have a good time out. No one had to celebrate that day or party with dad all day. Well, you invited them to go out on the town together to have a good time. So he agreed without hesitation. Probably as well as Geto and Ieiri, because they also enjoyed spending time with you.
You were friends, and maybe there was even a chance that the two of you would be together someday? But this is nothing confirmed. You are 18 years old. You still have time. For now as friends, later everything will be revealed. Because he likes you very much.
And also he is able to chase all your potential boyfriends. Because your best friend can't easily find someone suitable for you who isn't himself.
However, your relationship is best friends for now. Just enough.
And with the kind of guys you've surrounded yourself with, it's going to be a little hard for you to find a boyfriend who lives up to their standards.
According to Shoko, your boyfriend can't be too old, especially since you're 18.
According to Suguru, your boyfriend can't be too young because he will act like a brat.
According to Mei Mei, your boyfriend can be older than you as long as he knows how to spoil you and is handsome enough.
According to Utahime, you should follow the voice of your heart and choose someone who suits you.
Nanami said something similar, saying that you need to find someone with whom you will have a good time.
And Satoru said it all at once. At the same time denying it and confirming it. He was literally describing himself at times.
But something else must be said, he was saying it unconsciously. Because he didn't know what to say to his friend, also to the person with whom there is a chance that something will develop between you.
Your parents say so, all your relatives say so. And Satoru, even if he's never met your parents, knows that they must know well who would suit you.
Therefore, when he saw a rather tall man standing at the exit from the side where you lived for some time, he began to wonder who he was.
He stood next to you on the other side, waiting for you to go.
But then the man next to you got the call and when he said your name, including "I love you, see you soon" his jaw clenched and his eyes widened.
Was he your new boyfriend or what?
Who was this guy?
He looks at least 20 years older than you.
Honestly, Gojo never thought your type might be a dilf. Older, you can see that he's had some life behind him. Even the ring on his finger...
If you're dating an older, married man, he needs to talk you out of it quickly.
He looked more closely at the man nearby. His arms were wrapped tightly in a long-sleeved black sweater with gray pants. His jaw was sharp and his eyes small. He was obviously older than them. Light stubble on his face, and a firm solid posture of his whole body.
Do you like such men?
If he said "I love you" to you, there must be more to your relationship.
And you never said anything about you having a boyfriend.
Later he got a call from his friends. Who asked him where he was with you.
As he said your name, the older man looked at him questioningly.
"Are you (y/n)'s friend?" he asked referring directly to him. And he also immediately showed that he had no bad intentions at all.
"I'm her best friend," he murmured. "And who are you? I didn't think (y/n) would have a boyfriend like that... I thought I was her type."
"What? No. I'm not her boyfriend. I'm her–"
The white haired man interrupted him before he could continue.
"Are you her friend? lover? sugar daddy? Some guy who will fight for her attention? I know I'm her type, so don't try so hard. Because even if you're her boyfriend and she likes older men who are literal dilf, I'll be better."
"What the hell are you talking about? I came because (y/n) wanted us to spend the day together." He growled looking at the slightly taller teen.
"She was supposed to spend the day with us today. If she wanted to introduce us to her boyfriend, you don't mean to. Go where you came from and let her be with someone her age. Even though she likes Dilf so much... I'm a bit older than her.” He rolled his eyes.
"I'm here for (y/n), and how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not her boyfriend. She's important to me, but I would never be her boyfriend. She's mine-."
Again he couldn't finish.
"I don't want to hear about her being your sugar baby."
"You're wrong. I'm her -."
"Oh, hello Satoru."
Geto and Shoko came to wait for you as well.
"What's going on here?" asked the dark haired man.
"I'm just telling this guy that it's not possible for (y/n) to like this type of guy like him." He pointed at it with his thumb.
"Satoru, I don't want to scare you or hit your ego, but he's–"
"You're all here! Thank you for coming!" You said cheerfully as you walked over to them all.
You smiled brightly at the older man and walked over to hug him.
"I'm ready for our father and daughter day. Thank you for coming." You said as you pulled away from him.
"Wait... Father and daughter day...?" Satoru asked as his body froze for a moment.
"I tried to tell you that, boy." said the man.
"Satoru? Something's wrong? This is my dad. (f/n) (l/n)."
He didn't know it.
Why didn't he know your dad was coming today?
Why did he mistake him for your boyfriend?!
Why did he think you like dilf?!
Why did everyone know except him?!
His mouth was open as he looked at you. He didn't know if he should apologize or just leave.
Especially when he heard Suguru and Shoko snorting with laughter.
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15 questions for 15 friends
I got tagged by the lovely @voylitscope. Thank you so much! 💙🎡
Are you named after anyone? >>> No. My parents almost named me after my great-grandmother, but then they changed their minds at the last minute and went with something more "modern." I find my name to be quite boring, but at least they went with the rarest and most complicated form of it (there are like 20 different ways you can spell it and I got ALL them letters, baby!)
When was the last time you cried? >>> I get weepy all the time, about everything. A book, a song, a poem, doesn't matter. Last time I full-on ugly cried was after finishing a fic. Because of course it was. 🙄
Do you have kids? >>> No, and I won't ever have any.
What sports do you play/have you played? >>> It's not exactly "playing," but as a kid I did speed skating and Judo. I've been sport climbing for 10 years now (mostly boulder but also occasionally lead).
Do you use sarcasm? >>> Yes.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> Hair. Posture.
What’s your eye color? >>> Grayish blue?
Scary movies or happy endings comedies? >>> Both. Both is good.
Any talents? >>> Memorizing & retaining ridiculous amounts of (useless) information. Also, to my own constant surprise, I'm very good at performing the role of Extroverted Sociable Person in a Professional Setting (while dying on the inside the entire time). Do those count as talents?
Where were you born? >>> In the capital of a state that no longer exists. Mysterious! (not really)
What are your hobbies? >>> Reading, climbing, homebrewing beer, movies, photography.
Do you have any pets? >>> A one-eared cat named Rocket.
How tall are you? >>> 5'3"
Favorite subject in school? >>> All the language classes, history, art.
Dream job? >>> I stumbled my way into my dream job(s) as a result of a series of very fortunate circumstances. I develop information literacy and academic research training and resources for undergrads and I also do freelance (academic) editing & copywriting. I can do most of it remotely, which is pretty nice. I lucked out!
I'm no pressure tagging @dharmasharks, @vivelarevolution13, @burninblood, @somanywords, @village-skeptic, @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place , @zenaidamacrouras1 and @ethicalhorseslaughter anyone else who wants to do it!
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Sonic vs a Hole in the Ground
While out on a typical mission with Tails, Sonic gets himself in a bit of a pickle. It really shouldn't be so much trouble for him considering all the dangers he's bested. So there's no need to ask for help, right?
General Audiences, Silly, Comedy, Action, Oneshot
Though the loose rock strewn over the land ahead was antagonistically jagged it did nothing to slow down Sonic the Hedgehog. In fact he found it quite useful as he evaded a swarm of badniks. When Buzz-Bombers and Bee-Bots swooped down he simply accelerated, kicking a volley of sharp gravel into their wings. The Motobugs in the corner of his eye fared even worse when their tires met the terrain, leaving them open for easy attack.
A series of metallic pops echoed behind Sonic as he landed on an elevated boulder. Looking back for the first time in a bit he saw the Motobugs shattered and the flying badniks crashing in disarray. Most of them at least, as Sonic noticed one particularly determined Buzz Bomber navigate the fray and charge toward him. He turned his heel. But he then relaxed his posture at the sight of his favorite yellow fox flying out from the side.
“Gotcha!” said Tails the fox as he landed square on the back of the Buzz Bomber and grabbed its head. Though the Badnik wasn’t immediately destroyed, the mischievous grin Sonic noticed on Tails’ face implied this was on purpose. There was no need to worry, yet.
“Sonic!” shouted Tails as he got jerked around by the panicked Buzz Bomber, “watch out!”
Sonic almost cocked his head, until he felt a rumble in the rock. A quick glance behind showed a large purple centipede-like badnik shooting out of the ground, ready to lunge with sharp pincers. Though the sound of buzzing closing in implied that this wasn’t all Tails was warning about.
With a quick hop, Sonic gracefully landed on another boulder, evading the Centipede’s attack with a whole second to spare. Then with a great fall and a kick from Tails the Buzz Bomber clumsily crashed into the Centipede.
The resulting explosion of shrapnel made a decently cool backdrop for Tails as he landed before it. Though he took an aloof pose, his eyes told Sonic that he wouldn’t mind some praise.
“Cool maneuver and nice landing bud,” said Sonic.
“It was nothing,” said Tails, “...was the explosion cool?”
“Yeah, you shoulda seen it.”
“No…” Tails squinted as he looked ahead to an inclining ridge, “I’ve grown too tough to care.”
Sonic let out a snicker. The annoyed look on Tails’ face made him stifle it, at least until he too broke and let out a giggle. What a funny little guy.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of something rolling toward them from the ridgeline above. It seemed a blue ball shaped badnik was speeding toward them, an opportunistic Roller.
Before he took off running, Sonic felt another tremor in the boulder beneath him. These badniks really do tend to blow their surprise factor at the last second. So Sonic decided to follow Tails’ bit now, putting his arms on his back and leaning away casually right before either bot could get him.
With a loud reverberating thunk, the Roller hit the boulder just to be launched into the air by a Centipede bursting from the ground. The Roller flew like a cannonball all the way up into the cosmos. Well Sonic figured it would probably land somewhere, but it was out of his vision range pretty quick. He turned to face the Centipede and it faced him… for a moment. Then it was crushed under the boulder it had launched straight up into the air, segments of its body flying every which way.
“...Huh,” is all Sonic could say.
A whine turned Sonic's attention to Tails. Well, it turned out to be more of a muffled giggle as Tails completely broke down in a laughing fit. Soon he was bent over clearly trying to catch his breath amidst his unrelenting cackling. Everytime it seemed he was about to regain his composure, he spit up another howling laugh.
“Huh…” said Sonic as he patted Tails on the back, “you gonna survive or do I gotta shake you around a bit?”
“Ye-yeah, I jus-Pfft!” Tails coughed and gasped, “The rock just- perfectly vertical! And, and-”
“Yeah, that was pretty funny,” said Sonic, feeling a spot of envy for how much amusement Tails found in this.
“I… I really hope Eggman saw that somehow! Just imagine his fa-PFFT!” Tails now covered his mouth as he tried to stifle his cackling. “I’m sorry! We-we should get going.”
“I’ll give you another minute to actually breathe some air.”
“No no! I’m-” Tails coughed and hit his chest, “I’m good! We should hurry!”
“Hurry? If you say so…” said Sonic.
Walking far enough from Tails, Sonic gave him a smirk before peeling out on the loose gravel. This kicked a barrage of sharp pebbles into the air and he felt himself dig at least a foot into the ground before catching enough traction to launch forward. Of course he looked back before getting too far ahead.
Luckily it seemed Tails had recovered enough to accept this challenge, taking off in an all out sprint as he wound up his tails. Soon he was actually catching up, despite his clearly labored breathing. “Show off!!”
“You know I’m not even showing off yet!”
“Prove it!!!” shouted Tails.
And so Sonic went about proving it. As they bounded across this land, which was mostly barren of plant life, more badniks made an effort to slow him down. Unfortunately for them Sonic was showing off, as was Tails. He easily dodged a few attacks and sped past several more badniks before they could even try. This led to many attempting in vain to chase after him.
In their focus on Sonic, they were left completely open to assault by Tails. Every so often Sonic glanced behind to see Tails pouncing on bots that had lined themselves up perfectly. For the most part though the sound of crashing and robotic deconstruction behind him kept Sonic content that Tails was keeping up.
Soon one tall tower, for some purpose Sonic didn’t care to know, loomed ahead of them atop the tallest ridge. As usual, Eggman had spoiled the nature of his traps and surprises before this last gauntlet. Every hidden centipede Badnik met a terrible, sometimes embarrassing fate. In short order Sonic found himself standing in front of the big logo of Eggman's face at the base of the tower. Before he could even ask Tails the best way to demolish it, the fox showed up with a stampede of bomb armed Badniks, all of whom armed their weapons once Sonic was in their line of sight.
The plan was obvious. Sonic waited long enough before dodging to allow Eggman’s own machines to do this job themselves. In short order a series of massive explosions rocked the ridge, sending metal scrap and sharp rocks flying everywhere. A series of cracks ran down the sides of this rocky hill as the tower buckled and tumbled over. It almost brought the whole ridge down with it as it collapsed, its pieces rolling down the ridge into a valley below.
“We… may have gone a bit overboard,” said Sonic.
“To be fair,” said Tails as he landed next to Sonic, “this is Eggman’s fault for giving those bots such high-yield explosives.”
“Kinda seems like he’s upset with us or something.”
“What? No! He loves you!”
“Aww, thanks pal,” Sonic ruffled the fur on Tails’ head, “you just saved my self-esteem.”
“Oh it’s nothing. All I had to do was lie!”
Sonic let out a “snrk!”
A look of astonishment overcame Tails’ face. “Oh! I got you to laugh first!!!”
“If that was a laugh,” Sonic poked Tails’ nose, “then that cackling fit of yours earlier was some sort of super extra dimensional laugh!”
“It was just a little titter.”
“A what?!”
“It means giggle.”
“Who’d you pick that up from?”
“Thesaurus.”
Sonic took note that he needed to have a word with that thesaurus. Though admittedly he wasn’t sure that ‘titter’ was an inappropriate word, but it sounded like it should be.
“Y’know, there’s a good view up here,” said Tails as he looked across the landscape from this high ridge.
Of course the view wasn’t the best one they’d seen. Most of this landscape was gravel, stone hills, and abandoned quarries. But the funky shapes of the many sharp rocks jutting out of the land was worth a couple seconds to behold. After exactly five, Sonic felt quite ready to change the scenery. “Well Egghead's choice of scenery made us land a good ways away, how fast do you think we can get back?”
“If there aren’t any more hidden badniks, probably three minutes and… thirty seconds, for me.” Tails turned to Sonic with a sly smile. “For you, three minutes and forty seconds.”
“Woah!” Sonic folded his arms, “feeling overconfident are we?”
“In this terrain my flight will give me an unfair advantage.”
“You’re saying this after seeing me show off?” Sonic leaned over the edge of the ridge and looked down, “you really are confident.”
“If you’re worried, feel free to have one of your mid-adventure naps instead.”
“Oh no bro, we’re gonna test this theory of yours.”
“Don’t be upset when I’m right.” Tails shrugged casually but the flicking of his tails showed Sonic how excited he was.
With nothing left to say, the two of them readied on the edge of the ridge. They took a dramatic pause before taking off, which gave Sonic a chance to actually consider the path ahead. Directly below was that valley, now home to a scattering of debris. But among the stone of the descent he spotted a few conveniently ramp shaped rocks. From one of those he could gain enough altitude to reach a favorable path on the other side of the valley. Then with some effort he could leap between high points and boulders on a steady decline, no obstacles to slow his momentum.
“Ready?” said Sonic, focused on the point he planned to land.
“Yup.”
Sonic gave a countdown and on three they were off. Side by side they accelerated down the ridge toward the rock ramps. After checking his target ramp, Sonic couldn’t help but glance at Tails and notice the sheer determination on his face. For a moment he felt hope that Tails would win, until he remembered who the other contestant was.
Suddenly Tails turned towards a ramp shaped rock and Sonic remembered to look at his path. His ramp was upon him already, but he could easily turn and-! Something gave out under Sonic's feet and he skidded right past the ramp. He tried to stop, but saw a small landslide was following close behind. Forward then! Though directly ahead was a large chunk of the tower, hot sparks flying off of its surface.
With a gasp Sonic hesitated, then accelerated again. He could make it over this! Gaining as much speed as he could, he jumped and let his momentum carry him right over the debris. But the valley ridge on the approaching side looked less stable and more vertical than the last one. Even as he kicked his legs into a run before hitting the gravel there was no traction to be had. All Sonic managed to do was create yet another landslide as he steadily slide backward toward the bottom of the Valley.
“Oh Come on! Come on!” muttered Sonic as he ran faster. While he should’ve seen it coming, eventually one of his legs slipped too far and he faceplanted into the gravel. The ensuing landslide carried his disoriented body down to the valley. Honestly he felt a sense of relief when his moment halted with a thud. The best move now seemed to be to let the convening landslides bury him.
That would be irresponsible though, and not the cool kind. So after taking a moment to grumble, Sonic scrambled to his feet and dug himself out of the gravel and dirt. Directly above him hung a large chunk of debris, all around him was loose rock, and to his sides were steep inclines. Okay, he’s made it out of worse. But there wasn’t any more time to spare if he wanted to have any hope of beating Tails.
“Alright, let’s go!” Sonic lifted his legs out of the gravel and got ready to jump. Though one step was just unsteady enough for his right leg to slip back into under the rocks. In fact it fell deeper than he thought it should’ve. He grunted, taking solace in knowing Tails wasn’t here as he lifted his leg. But his leg didn’t lift as some unmoving stone clamped on both sides of his ankle.
“Oh what the heck,” said Sonic as he looked down. He gave his leg a hefty tug, but felt a sudden sharp pain in his ankle. “Ow! Sh-heck! What the heck?!”
Sonic wasn’t panicking yet, there wasn’t a need to. He just needed to dig out the gravel and move whatever heavy rocks were holding him down. It took an agonizingly long five seconds, but he managed to throw all the gravel in his immediate vicinity away. Instead of bigger rocks however, he found a crack in the solid stone beneath him. It was filled to the brim with gravel before and after his leg and didn’t seem to have nearly enough clearance for his foot.
“How the heck?! Eugh!!” Sonic tried tugging on his leg again. “Okay okay, I got into this mess, I can get out.”
Seconds turned to minutes and Sonic’s careful pulling turned to frenzied wrenching. The last thing he wanted was to injure his leg in this process, but some sort of primordial, bestial instinct was taking hold. He was stuck and he needed to stop being not free. But at what cost, he wondered, as his eyes kept drifting to some nearby sharp metal shrapnel.
“Sonic?!” shouted the distant voice of Tails, pulling Sonic out of his primitive fears and into more advanced social anxieties.
A look up revealed that Tails was flying between platforms of stone overhead, looking around with a concerned look on his face. It wouldn’t take long for him to see Sonic stuck helplessly.
“Uh…” Sonic lied down and assumed the most casual pose he could while covering his stuck leg. “Down here pal!”
“Sonic!” shouted Tails with a tone of elation. As he hurried down to the valley though, Sonic noticed his face showed less concern and more outrage. “Sonic!!!” Tails’ tone was definitely more pointed now.
“What’s up?”
Tails landed in front of Sonic and scowled. “I thought we were taking that seriously!! What are you doing?!”
“Oh, uh…” Sonic glanced around the environment for a second, “I actually wanted to take a break. Besides, you said this place had a great view.”
Tails’ mouth hung open as he looked at all of the dull rock and ugly wreckage around them. He didn’t even say anything, instead gesturing sharply at the scene.
“Okay, you got me,” said Sonic, as he still searched for an excuse less embarrassing than the truth. A glance up at the wreckage hanging overhead actually gave him an idea. “I also got thinking, maybe I should try and clean this up a bit better.”
Tails looked up at the chunk of tower, “Oh, I guess that is a falling hazard… Why didn’t you say something?”
“You were like, way too fast and got out of earshot.”
“Oh yeah I was pretty in the zone,” said Tails as he put a hand to his chin, examining the wreckage. “This’ll be hard to dislodge with sheer force though, it’s dug deep in both sides of this crevasse.”
“Yeah that’s a good point, you got anything that might help?”
“No, well, maybe…”
Tails turned away from Sonic, pacing and muttering to himself. So Sonic kept an eye on him as he made another quick attempt to yank his leg free. This wasn’t successful before Sonic had to reassume his casual pose as Tails turned back around.
“Oh yeah! I brought my compact electro-magnet! It might apply enough force so that you can knock this mess the rest of the way down.”
“Magnets are pretty cool,” said Sonic as he wiped his nose. Evidently he was getting stressed enough to trigger his hay fever. “Why don’t you run and get that real quick, I’ll make sure no critters wander under here.”
“Oh, so you’re admitting I’d get there faster?”
“No. I don’t know what your mini-magnet looks like.”
“Sure, sure,” said Tails with a frankly annoying nod, “I’ll be back before you get a cramp from laying there.”
“What?”
Tails snickered to himself as he took off flying up the side of the valley. Now if only Sonic could get himself free without losing his ability to run. He leaned over and dug at the crack some more, but no amount of clawing made a difference.
As he pushed some gravel away though, a loose cable came uncovered within reach. Hope filled his nerves as Sonic quickly grabbed the cable and started pulling on it. Unfortunately it was completely loose, giving no anchor for him to lift himself free. Still he coiled it up, then began looking for a place to lasso it. The only clear option near enough was the tower wreckage above him.
“Hmm…” Sonic tilted his head as he weighed the chances of something going horribly wrong. He didn’t want to crush himself to death and the mental image of Tails returning to find him flattened in such a foolish way was beyond embarrassing. Maybe his only way out was going to be asking for help.
Or… the bit of what looked to be dripping grease from a tube in the wreckage above could serve as a good middle ground between safe and foolish. Tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, Sonic swung the cable like a cumbersome lasso and focused. In one hefty swing he sent it up and right onto the grease tube.
“In one try! Heh,” said Sonic aloud to his own ego.
With a steady pull, Sonic watched the tube buckle and bend. It then broke loose, spilling a decent amount of machine grease a few yards uphill. From there the grease flowed down toward him very, very slowly.
Soon Sonic felt himself tapping his foot as he watched the ridge for signs of Tails. He knew his brother was faster than this grease, and that was scary. He looked back up at the broken tube, maybe he could bend it to spill grease closer to him? Without a second thought he yanked on the cable again. It quickly slipped loose of the grease tube, for some unimaginable reason, and snagged another cable on its way down. This sent a flash of sparks scattering down to the grease.
“Oh sh-wait, grease isn’t flammable!” Sonic let out a relieved laugh as hot sparks fell over the flowing grease. Then in an instant the grease lit aflame. “...What the burning hell?!”
The burning grease rolled toward Sonic as a slow volcanic inferno of his inevitable doom. Yeah, there was no way he was taking his chances with that, especially with the awful smell it gave off. He looked back up at the wreckage, finding a dent with a good enough jagged chunk to lasso. This time it took him three swings to get his cable latch on. In that time the black smoke from the grease started wafting over him, making his eyes water and his lungs sting.
Stifling a cough, Sonic started trying to pull himself up. But even with a more vertical angle his foot wouldn’t come loose. His ankle gave a sharp pain, warning it may give out. Going slow and careful wasn’t working, so Sonic took a breath and gave one hard yank on the cable. There was a snap, it wasn’t his leg. Through his blurry eyes he saw a large blue blur falling toward him.
The object fell to the ground beside Sonic. It was a metal ball with a large dent in its side. Sonic wiped the haze from his eyes, there was no way this was that badnik. As he got a clearer look however, the ball opened up itself and glared with an armadillo-like face. It was a Roller, one who’d had a bad day. The look in its eyes told Sonic it was going to make this his problem.
“How are you even in-tact?!” said Sonic.
The Roller snapped back into a ball shape and charged toward Sonic. The dent in its side made its trajectory wobbly, allowing Sonic to deflect it away with a shove. A warm feeling then touched his legs. With a yelp, Sonic turned and started rapidly stomping the burning grease with his free leg. He kept his ears on a swivel as he played firefighter, following the audible path of the Roller until it swung around well enough to charge him again.
“Just give up already!!” shouted Sonic as he turned and stopped the Roller with his hands.
The Roller responded with some sort of electronic growl that Sonic had never heard before. The force Sonic had to exert to keep it from rolling him over was really straining his leg. If he didn’t figure something out soon, the fire would reach him. Or even worse…
“Sonic!!!” shouted Tails from above.
“Oh please no,” muttered Sonic.
Managing a glance up, Sonic saw Tails brandishing a large dish shaped device as he descended. What must this scene have looked like from his perspective? Sonic almost fell backward into the fire as he fretted.
An electronic whirring sound came from Tails and suddenly the Roller was a lot lighter on Sonic's end. It then shot up into the sky toward Tails accelerating dangerously fast. A yelp came from Tails and he dropped his new device right before the Roller slammed into it. The momentum carried it past Tails and into the ridge where both machines shattered into pieces. Then their pieces, along with yet another even larger landslide descended towards Sonic's position.
“Hang on!” Shouted Tails as he swooped down and reached for Sonic.
Out of habit Sonic grabbed Tails’ arms. Then he realized he was still stuck. “Tails wait! My leg is-”
Tails lifted straight up and with great ease Sonic's foot slid out of the crack in the rock. He gasped and looked down to see the burning grease pour into said crack like a lava flow. The fire was then promptly smothered by a massive wave of rock and dirt as the landslide buried everything up to the bottom of the tower wreckage.
“Oh… nice save,” said Sonic.
They softly landed atop the ridge overlooking the mess in the valley below. Sonic could hear Tails catching his breath behind him, so he took this time to think about what he should say.
“Hey, uh…”
“What the heck happened while I was gone?!” said Tails between heavy breaths, “I missed all that action in what, a couple minutes?!”
“Well, you see, uh… honestly I’m not even sure,” said Sonic. It was half true.
“What happened to your leg?” said Tails.
Sonic looked down and noticed all the obvious scuff marks and dark smoke stains right above his shoe. Looking at it made Sonic realize he was in a bit of pain. “Well I… It was a cheap shot.”
Tails started circling him now, which was always disconcerting.Not watching his step, Tails slipped for a second before catching himself. Both of them looked down to see one of the many cracks in this stone hill.
Sonic slowly looked back up to Tails’ face, who was still looking at Sonic’s leg with a hand on his mouth and a look of pity. Oh jeez, he knows.
“Well one out of every thousand ambushes are gonna catch you off guard I guess.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Sonic as he wiped his nose and let out a relieved laugh, “maybe we oughta postpone that race though, not sure I should go full speed yet.”
Tails nodded, hand still on his face as he looked down. Then Sonic heard a huff, followed by a cough.
“I… I should-” Tails was cut off by another sharp breath, “I-I’m gonna get my magnet.”
“Oh yeah, sorry it got busted immediately.”
“Don’t be-” Tails clearly stifled another sharp breath, “You should-Pfft!” Sonic recognized that snicker, “g-get the Tornado ready.”
Oh, Tails did know. Of course he did, he was smart. “Listen pal, you don’t gotta-”
“I’m nice,” said Tails as he poked Sonic's snout and stifled another sharp breath, “It-It’d be mean to laugh.”
“...I know you are.” Sonic patted Tails’ head, “thanks for that save.”
“Get out of here!”
“Okay okay,” said Sonic, surprised by a feeling of relief washing over him, “...but don’t feel bad for having a little titter at my expense.” Tails immediately keeled over onto his knees and covered his face with his hands. Sonic felt a light chuckle from his own chest, then carefully took off toward the Tornado. This was embarrassing, yes. But not that bad, not really. A smile grew on his face, as he too found amusement in the whole situation. He even let out a proper giggle.
#Sonic Fanfiction#Sonic the Hedgehog#Tails the Fox#Miles Tails Prower#Sonic Fanfic#Sonic the Hedgehog Fanfiction#Fanfiction#Sonic#Oneshot#Fanfic#My Writing#Secret Person#This was a silly premise so I tried to write this like a cartoon#Not 100percent sure about the characterization here but I had fun writing this the last two days#Thanks for reading! leave a comment or tag if you'd like!
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Hi! If requests are still open, could you write some headcannons of Gary Smith with S/O who’s a perfect student but also a scaredy-cat?😊
She is a pet of the teachers, so Gary approaches her to use her as a pawn to control the teachers. But she is so cowardly that she tries her best to avoid him. Gary always pranks her or brings her into his plan, and she always tries to run from all those things. What if they become closer as time pasts???
Gary Smith headcanon with s/o.
Tbh this took on a life of its own and didn’t come out well. At least not good in the sense of trying to write a s/o that’s a teacher's pet. I think this turned more into a yandere headcon than anything else. If you want, I can try to write a proper headcanon.
TW: Mental illness and toxic relationship.
Perfect wasn’t a real word to describe someone, but that’s how Gary would describe his s/o. Not in a loving, romantic way. No, she was perfect to be an alibi.
He doesn’t remember why he needed an alibi. He just remembers he had absolutely no romantic attraction toward her. Girls like her were too vanilla for his liking.
What he does remember is her caving when she was pressed on the legitimacy of his alibi. After that, she became one of the many people on his shit list.
It started pretty harmless. Hiding spiders and snakes in her locker. Sometimes they were fake, but what wasn’t fake was her reaction. Letting out a blood-curdling scream before running down the hallway.
Truly the peek of comedy.
Though after a while it started to get stale, thankfully he noticed something. Sitting next to her in the only class they shared, he noticed how anxious she’d become. Her legging bounced under the desk. Her posture wouldn’t be straight but hunched over like she was trying to hide from his peripheral vision.
The snakes and spiders would come to an end. As of now, he’d hang around her from time to time. Glaring at her just to scare her and hitting her with spitballs from a distance.
At this point, she’d realize who was behind it all, and what she did was nothing. Not wanting to be higher on his shit list by telling the teachers, it's not like they’d be able to do much, she kept quiet. Doing her best to avoid him.
Seeing Gary walking down the halls? She’ll do a quick U-turn. They shared one class and she almost contemplated skipping it entirely. She’s never skipped a class and she wasn’t going to start now.
It wouldn’t take long for Gary to notice that she’s been running away from him. The thought that he scared her so much that hiding was good. Grand even. He liked having power over people.
She’s helping decorate and plan out the prom? Oh, goodie. Gary will show how trashy her idea was by throwing trash or something to ruin everyone’s night.
His idea was to make her go with him and stand close by as everything goes up in flames. Metaphorically of course. He wouldn’t want to get himself hurt.
Nothing cute or romantic when asking her to go with him. They both know there isn’t anything going on between them. He’ll ask nicely at first, but she knows this is a big red flag. So she’ll try to make up excuses and back away.
Resulting in Gray responding with, “We both know you don’t have a date and you never will. Honestly, I’m being generous because I know no one is going to even think about taking you when there are better options.”
Gray is patting himself on the back after degrading a girl so much that she starts questioning her worth. And now going to prom with him, he has such a way with words.
He insisted that this was the night that he felt something towards her. Though it must have been early as he acted like a little boy trying to get his crush to notice him by being horrible to her. But it's not like he’d emit that.
The original plan for the night was forgotten as they awkwardly slowly danced to the music.
They weren’t official in any way, but the horrible treatment had stopped. Every so often there would be something hiding in her locker.
Everything was peaceful.
Just stop here if you are sensitive to topics of mental illness and toxic relationships.
Until Jimmy motherfucking Hopkins came into the picture.
Then everything went to hell. Everyone around and near Gray would and will become miserable. Consistent paranoia and the need for more control would lead to him calling her his girlfriend. Without asking her opinion on it.
At this point, he’s off his medication and becoming more unstable. His s/o would only learn that he was on medication in the first place because he made a passing remark on it when rambling to himself.
He has the dark triad personality traits. That being narcissism, psychopathy, and machiavellianism. He might also have schizophrenia as well, but it doesn’t matter because he’s fucked and he’s going to drag his s/o down with him.
Gray will say anything to make sure his s/o stays where she is. Whether that be making up fake pity stories, gaslighting her, or even threatening to take his own life. As long as she stays, then that's enough.
To his s/o it felt like being dragged through the seven layers of hell. He can be the sweetest thing and then be so off-kilter. It wasn’t fair for her to be put in these uncomfortable situations. The whole thing was like he was holding his s/o hostage and to an extent that was how it was. His s/o probably developed some sort of stockholm syndrome by the time he was sent to Happy Volts.
If we’re being realistic here for a moment. His s/o would probably end up staying with him and their relationships would become more toxic. People like him won’t change or get better.
But ignoring that for the sake of fanfiction.
He’d be looking forward to his s/o visiting him. There isn’t anything fun to do in there, so she’ll at least prevent him from dying of boredom.
He’s not sorry for his actions and knows damn well that putting on an act wasn’t going to get him back into Bullworth. So he’s not even going to try, but at least he has his s/o.
Maybe I should just write yandere headcanon.
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between the lines | chapter 01
rúben dias x original female character [+18]
synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender.
warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.
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Chapter 01 — Are you Tottenham in disguise?
It was a chilly day in greater Manchester, and in the morning I decided to pay a visit to my little niece Lucía. She had recently achieved the incredible ability to pronounce my name. Well, not my name exactly, but she does say ‘tía’ with the confidence of a young lady that knows I would die for her.
“She’s so cute!” I say cheerfully. Sienna, my sister-in-law, dressed up the baby in several layers of pastel colored clothing as we prepared to take a walk with her. Baby Lucía looked like a little package of cotton candy. The cutest.
“I know, and you’re welcome!” Sienna winks at me as she puts Lucía in her stroller. She enjoyed being walked around the neighborhood for a couple blocks before going to her daycare. Lucía had a strict and healthy schedule, it actually makes me jealous. The baby has a morning routine! She uses moisturizer! “So, you’re working today?”
“I am! City and Arsenal, later today. Want to bet on the score?” We used to do this every week, the loser would buy ice cream.
“2-1 for Arsenal.” Sienna says.
“I’m going with 3-1 City.”
“Oh, that reminds me!” Sienna looks at me excitedly. “Oh my god, I completely forgot!” She starts giggling. “You’re not going to believe it!” The thing about my dear in-law is that she never goes straight to the point.
“Sienna, come on! Just tell me. What is it?”
“Lucías’s pediatrician is single!” She raises her eyebrow, suggestively.
“Yes, and…?”
“He’s a great guy, I swear! Carlos and I agreed you two would be perfect together. Your brother didn’t tell you?”
No, my brother didn’t tell me. He probably didn’t think it was important, as Carlos never thinks anything is important ever. I’m just glad to hear he’s thinking about my happiness when I’m not around. After delivering Lucía to her important daycare business, we walked together to the Metro. I would be meeting with Melissa Reed, who worked at DAZN, near the Etihad, for lunch. Sienna was being kind enough to walk with me, but I quickly learned her intentions. She’s been trying to set me up with her friends and cousins since the first time we met. Now we upgraded to pediatricians. That 's interesting.
“I don’t know… If things go south it will be awkward between you guys. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“The guy is a professional, alright? It won't be awkward, don’t worry!”
“How old is he?”
“Less than 50?” She crunches her nose and I laugh.
“Less than 50 is nice. I guess… Set me up?”
What do I have to lose, honestly? I’ve been single for the past 3 years and have been spending my nights daydreaming about football players. Dinner with a doctor under 50 would be nice for a change. Sienna hugs me while promising me I won't regret my decision, which is always a sign someone is making a bad decision, by the way. Melissa agrees with my sister-in-law, when I tell her about the possible upcoming date.
“You need to get out there, girl. If I had your face and your titties, I would have a long line of men at my feet!”
“Well, you do!” I point at her. Mel is gorgeous and an avid heartbreaker, she’s almost a decade older than me, so sometimes she can behave more like a mentor, or an older sister. We met quite recently, through work, always bumping into each other at press conferences, and she quickly became a close friend.
“You need to be more confident. Words of reinforcement really help, you know?” Mel says, “Just say ‘I’m interesting, I’m smart’.” She fixes her posture, looking at me assertively.
“I’m interesting, I’m smart.” I repeat with a whisper, trying to copy her pose.
“Yes. Go ahead, ‘I can do anything I set my mind to’.”
“I can do anything.” There's a silence as we nod at each other. “I could fix Chelsea.”
“You could fix Chelsea! You really could.” She pats me in the head. “And you're going to rock this date with a hopefully handsome doctor!”
And then, there was the match. So, listen, the thing about working with what you love is: sometimes that’s your only option. When I was a teenager I went through what we called a phase. I stopped talking, I didn’t want to go to school anymore. I lost interest in all my previous hobbies. My dad, who thank god was still alive at the time, took me to a shrink. The guy asked a bunch of questions and all I remember was that in one of my answers I told him ‘the only thing that gets me out of bed is football’. All these years later and that’s still true.
I worked on the weekend after my dad died even though I hadn’t eaten anything for days. Football is my religion. So I have nowhere else to go. I went to college and graduated in Journalism and immediately started working with the sport. And it’s at night like these that I’m reminded of why I made this career decision.
It was clear it was a special night hours before the match, there were a lot more reporters and former players in the stadium than the usual. A proper special occasion, with the Prem trophy being displayed in the middle of the field before the game. The City fans cheered like it was Champions League night. Incredible atmosphere. Later, after the Blue’s 3rd goal, one of the chants accused Arsenal of being Tottenham in disguise, referencing the London rivals recent 6-1 loss. I went into the Etihad press room buzzing with excitement. Of course, I interviewed Rúben. I’m in charge of trying to talk to him ever since a lovely interaction with my boss.
“You speak Portuguese, right?” He asked.
“Well, no, but I’m spanish.”
“That will do.”
So now I have to interview every player born in the Iberian Peninsula or in Latin America, regardless of the language I speak. I’m just thankful nobody told him Italian and French are also romance languages. Rúben was shining and smiling brightly, the man looked ridiculously beautiful when he was happy. As he should, it was a magnificent victory and he earned that smile.
“Olá, Isa!” He says.
Oh, shit. He remembers my name. Of course he does, I mean, we talk practically twice a week. Shit. Quick, say something cool. Something sensual, but professional. Make him want you, but don't let him know you want him as well.
“Hi.” I end up saying. The rest went as usual, ‘are you feeling confident about the title’, ‘what are your thoughts on the team performance’, etc. He was charming and polite, and 100% not flirting with me, no matter what my stupid brain tried to convince me. Just because a man has beautiful brown eyes doesn't mean he’s trying to sleep with me. Unless…
“See you Sunday?” Rúben asks as we say goodbye and I just nod, dumbly. I don’t remember him making such questions before. Or maybe I’m just holding on to silly signs because I have a big stupid crush on him.
Sienna:
thanks to haaland i’m not paying you ice cream :)
also, date set with sexy doctor
monday, lunch, your favorite restaurant
and you’re welcome :p
She sends me a picture of said sexy doctor, and I’m obliged to agree with her. He definitely looks younger than 50 and on a 0 to 10 ranking, very close to an 8. Next day I’m in London, meeting up with Sebastian before heading to the Tottenham Hotspurs Stadium.
“Por favor, Isa, let me say ‘bottled’, it’s all I have left today.” The Spaniard says grinning at me.
“You had a rough week, take all the victories you can get, my friend.” I pat him in the back as he laughs. Seb then puts his arms around me as we set up our equipment, still grinning.
“Hey, can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure…?” I speak, unsurely.
“If my team loses today, just shoot me.”
Working with football is amazing, but being a football supporter is really something else. It’s common for correspondents to get attached to a team of the league they’re covering. For me it never really happened, since I keep moving from league to league every couple of years. Thank God, being a Valencia supporter since a little kid,– thanks, mom and dad – I suffer enough.
I decided to spend the night in London, and only go back home tomorrow morning, so after work I go to the least expensive hotel room I could find. Seb and Melissa accompany me for a few drinks at the hotel bar and then once again I go to bed daydreaming about the one who should not be named. I cowardly open his Insta profile while hiding underneath the covers, like that’s going to protect me somehow.
Except, there’s something different this time. Holy shit. He 's following me. That’s normal, right? Yeah, we’re basically coworkers! No need to freak out. Come on, Isa, get a grip. He’s not the first player to hit the follow button and he won’t be last. In fact, I have a long list of answered and unsolicited DM’s from the most random players, but we don’t have to go there. After weeks of creepy stalking the poor fella, I follow him back immediately. Maybe that will help. We’re officially practically coworkers now, in a way, right? Just a couple of colleagues who follow each other on social media. No more blushing, no more drooling over shirtless and carefully curated thirst traps.
I open the picture Sienna sent me of the pediatrician. Okay. Monday, lunch… My favorite restaurant, even! Sounds like a good plan.
#between the lines#rúben dias#ruben dias fic#ruben dias#football fanfic#football fic#ruben dias fanfic
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Trevor: A Small Gathering
Another chapter that's more slice of life than smut.
Ashton arrives at Simon's place with his new friend in tow.
CW: shrunken men, size diff, macro/micro.
(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)
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“I’ll get it!” Trevor said in response to the sound of a knock at the door.
“How many times are you going to keep making the joke?” Simon asked the tiny figure that was riding in the folds of his hood.
“Until it stops being funny,” Trevor replied.
“Yeah. You’re a real comedy genius,” Simon replied dryly as he got up from his desk to go answer the door.
“Do you think it’s Devon?” Trevor asked.
“Most likely. None of my friends said they were swinging by,” Simon replied.
“Are you jealous that I’m so popular?” Trevor teased.
“I’m jealous that neither you nor any of your friends have jobs,” Simon countered.
Trevor didn’t have time to trade yet another barb. Simon was already at the door and was pulling it open, but even had Trevor begun to say something, his comment would have been cut short but what he saw waiting for him on the other side of the door.
“Who the fuck are you!?” Trevor shouted.
“Woah. You really are tiny,” The man standing on the other side of the door said upon spotting the tiny figure peeking out from inside of Simon’s hood.
Simon cupped a hand over his tiny boyfriend to hide Trevor from view and glared suspiciously at the newcomer. Simon was not nearly as tall as the new arrival, but he was a bit stockier. Simon’s lithe, runner’s build stood in stark contrast to the slim, gangly build of the new arrival.
“Do I know you?” Simon asked.
“Probably not,” the guy said. He turned slightly so that Simon could see the pack that was slung over his shoulder. Simon glanced at the pack and quickly realized that it was not the pack that the guy was showing him but the passenger!
“Devon!?” Simon gasped.
Devon was perched atop the guy’s backpack and was using the handle as a makeshift seatbelt. Devon looked up at Simon and waved.
“You must be Simon,” Devon said.
“You hadn’t met before?” The gangly, punkish looking guy said to his small passenger.
“Not directly, anyway,” Devon replied.
“He’s friends with my boyfriend,” Simon added.
Simon nodded slightly to gesture towards the crook of his neck where Trevor was standing. Simon relaxed his defensive posture a bit and moved his hand so that he was no longer hiding Trevor from view. Trevor wasted no time in spotting Devon and waving his arms to get his friend’s attention.
“Hey! Devon! Hey!” Trevor shouted.
Devon glanced towards the noise and gasped when he caught sight of his friend.
“Wow… You’re… wow…” Devon murmured.
Devon had known that Trevor would be smaller than him. He had heard the new reports. He had even seen the numbers in the paper. On a statistical level, Devon knew that Trevor was a bit short of two inches tall, but seeing it was another matter altogether! Devon was so used to being around people that towered over him like skyscrapers that seeing someone who was so small that Devon could scoop them into his arms like a teddy bear nearly broke his brain.
While Devon was busy stammering, Simon turned his attention to the guy who had brought Devon to his apartment.
“You should have lead with you’re Devon’s friend,” Simon said. He extended a hand towards the newcomer and added, “I’m Simon, by the way.”
The guy took Simon’s hand and shook it. “Ashton. And I dunno if I would say we’re friends,” he said flatly.
Simon cocked an eyebrow questioningly and glanced back towards Devon.
“I’m surprised your mom didn’t bring you,” Simon said.
“I… didn’t want her to…” Devon said sheepishly.
Simon still had an eyebrow cocked, but now he tilted his head like a confused puppy. “… but you came with someone you barely knew?” Simon asked.
“I found him on his way and offered to help,” Ashton said.
“Did you try to come here by yourself?” Simon asked.
“Yes…” Devon admitted.
Simon visibly tensed up but said nothing in reply. There was a heavy silence as Simon just stared at Devon. Devon recoiled slightly from the intensity of his stare, but before he could say anything, Ashton intervened.
Ashton raised a hand as if to tell Simon to back off. “Don’t be mad at him,” he said.
“I’m not mad. I just had a half-second heart attack thinking of all the ways that could have gone terribly wrong,” Simon replied.
There was an awkward pause. Devon didn’t know what to say. He barely knew Simon, but Simon’s response was both strangely reassuring and a bit mortifying.
Ashton, meanwhile, wasn’t sure if he should say or do anything. He didn’t really have a horse in this race, did he? And yet, he wanted to step up to bat for Devon, but what would he even say? It wasn’t like Devon needed Ashton to defend him.
Simon broke the silence. He nodded over his shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s continue this inside.”
“If it’s all the same…” Ashton began to say.
“If you don’t have anywhere you need to be, I’d like it if you came in. Let me thank you for your help. I’ll get you a drink, and I’ve got some pizza in the oven. It’s more than I can eat by myself, and I doubt these two will eat much,” Simon said, gesturing towards the tiny guys that were riding on his and Ashton’s shoulders.
“I don’t need anything,” Ashton replied.
“Too bad,” Simon said.
Ashton was taken aback by this response. He was so caught off guard that he couldn’t even formulate a reply.
“You did something nice for us. Now let us do something nice for you,” Simon said and gestured once more for Ashton to come inside.
Ashton chuckled in response. The original plan was to get Devon to safety and then politely dip, but it didn’t sound like Simon was going to give him the option. Ashton wasn’t one to accept hospitality when offered. Most people offered to do something less out of the goodness of their heart but rather because of some stale social contract, but there was something about the cut of Simon’s jib that Ashton found amusing. This wasn’t the fake politeness that Ashton had expected at first. Simon seemed to have a genuine desire to do something nice. Ashton was also admittedly curious about not just Simon but Simon’s little friend too. Trevor was so tiny, and yet Devon had said Simon was Trevor’s boyfriend?
Ashton followed Simon into the apartment. The apartment itself was nice but small. The main room was split into a reasonably sized living room and a small kitchen. There were two doors leading off from there which Ashton could only assume lead to the bedroom and bathroom.
Simon gestured for Ashton to take a seat on the couch which Ashton did. Simon then reached up to the passenger on his shoulder and waited as Trevor scampered onto his palm. Once Trevor was safely in position, Simon reached down and held his hand towards the table so Trevor could step down and scurry over towards the cellphone which was sitting face up in the center of the table.
“Hey! Set Devon down!” came Trevor’s voice from the cellphone speaker.
It took a second for Ashton to process what had just happened. He was surprised to hear Trevor’s voice, but quickly realized that Trevor must be using the cellphone to magnify his voice.
Ashton didn’t say anything, but he quickly held his palm up for Devon to climb aboard similar to how Simon had done for Trevor mere moments before, but Ashton’s passenger was much larger.
It was strange for Ashton to even think of Devon as being large. Devon was barely bigger than an action figure, and yet, Devon was far larger than Simon’s tiny boyfriend. To Trevor, Simon’s palm was the size of an Alaskan King mattress, but for Devon, Ashton’s palm was more of a papasan.
Once Devon was safely deposited on the table, Ashton took a seat on the sofa nearby and sat back and watched. Ashton couldn’t hear what the two tiny guys were saying, but it was still interesting to watch. Devon had sat down cross-legged on the table and was listening intently as Trevor excitedly rambled on about something. Trevor’s exaggerated motions and mannerisms made it clear that he was extremely excited and happy to see his friend for the first time in months.
“How was the trip? Why did you come with that guy? Why didn’t you text us back? We would totally have come and got you,” Trevor fired off questions one after another.
Devon was too overwhelmed to answer any of the questions. He raised his hands to try and get Trevor to calm down so that he’d have a chance to say something. “Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. One at a time,” Devon said.
“Sorry. It’s just been so long, and then you suddenly show up with this guy?” Trevor said, nodding to the giant figure that sat silently nearby.
“It’s… a long story…” Devon replied.
“Well, we’ve got some time before food is ready,” Trevor said.
“I suppose we do… and I guess it’s not really that long of a story… it’s just… kind of embarrassing…” Devon replied.
“Yeah? Those are the best kinds of stories,” Trevor said.
“It’s stupid. I know, but… I wanted to try to make it here by myself,” Devon said.
“Oh…” Trevor said softly.
“What’s with that response?” Devon asked.
“It’s just… I totally get it. I mean, look at me. I went from six feet to two inches in an instant. My old shoes are the size of a house! I used to help Simon get stuff from the top cupboard. Now I can’t even reach the bottom one.” Trevor explained.
“Huh… I didn’t think any of this bothered you,” Devon said.
“I don’t know if I’d say it bothers me… It was a huge change, and I’m still adjusting, but…” Trevor’s words trailed off and he looked off towards the kitchen.
Devon glanced in the direction that Trevor had looked. Simon was on his way back with a couple of cans in his hands. Simon handed one to Ashton and set the other one on a coaster not far from where Trevor and Devon were having their conversation. Devon glanced over at the can.
Sitting next to Trevor made Devon feel not as puny, but the can instantly reminded him of how small he really was. He used to be able to knock one back with ease, but now a can weighed more than he did. At Devon’s current size, it looked more like a podium than a beverage. Now that Devon was seated, the soda can was slightly taller than he was, but if he were to stand up, the can would reach just below his chest. The thing was big enough around that he could sit on it like an oversized bar stool.
“I used to drink these…” Devon murmured in awe at the massive can.
“And I used to crush them on my forehead,” Trevor replied.
Devon glanced down at his tinier friend and cocked an eyebrow. “So that’s what happened. I just figured you were dropped as a kid,” Devon replied.
“RUDE!” Trevor shouted.
“That was needlessly bitchy, wasn’t it?” Devon replied awkwardly.
“Yeah,” Trevor huffed.
Trevor was now leaning against the side of the cool, metal can which just served to make Trevor look even tinier. Trevor was barely bigger than the UPC! The world around Devon was often extremely daunting due to the sheer size of everything, but Trevor was maybe a quarter of Devon’s size! If things were huge to Devon, they much be absolutely massive to Trevor! Just thinking about how enormous everything must appear to the tiny Trevor made Devon start to feel a little lightheaded. Even just imagining it gave him vertigo!
“Sorry. The only people I’ve been speaking to lately have been my mom and Rex. With mom, everything’s an argument, and with Rex, everything is just me bitching about my mom,” Devon said.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t even upset. What’s a bit of ribbing between friends?” Trevor replied.
“I guess…? I still feel like the vibes were a bit off,” Devon replied.
“You’re overthinking it. Let’s focus on something more fun, instead,” Trevor said.
“Oh? Like?” Devon asked.
“How was the trip? Who is the guy? What’s the last thing you’ve heard from Rex?” Trevor fired off rapid fire questions.
“Again. Again. One at a time…” Devon sighed.
“Fine. Who is the guy?” Trevor asked.
“His name is Ashton,” Devon replied.
“I heard that part, but who is he?” Trevor asked.
“He’s someone who offered to help when I needed it,” Devon said nervously.
“And you trust him?” Trevor asked.
“Yeah…?” Devon replied.
“Great!” Trevor replied.
“W-what?” Devon yelped.
“Yeah. You need people you can trust. Even Simon clocked him as a good egg, and he’s a great judge of character,” Trevor explained.
“I… don’t know why, but I was expecting to have to do a lot more to defend myself here,” Devon said.
Trevor shrugged. “I already said I get it. This apartment’s the size of a theme park and I still go stir crazy, and that’s with Simon and his friends helping me out. I’ve got a … support network? That feels like a weird way to put it…” Trevor murmured.
“Could you try to be just a little bitchier? I don’t know how to reply when you’re being nice,” Devon said with a laugh.
“Well, I’m already little, but I can work on the bitchier,” Trevor sassed back.
“I’m glad to hear getting shrunk didn’t ruin your sense of humor,” Devon laughed.
“Gotta keep it light,” Trevor replied.
“Right. I could use your optimism,” Devon said.
“Yeah! It’s not all bad. You know I’m a fan of big dicks, and now all the dicks are huge!” Trevor said with a laugh. He held his hands far apart as if he was showing the size of the marlin he had just caught.
“You sound like Rex!” Devon laughed.
“I totally stole that line from him!” Trevor replied.
“Don’t let him hear you say that. He might get butthurt,” Devon replied.
“Oh, he totally heard it. He’s the one who told me to say it,” Trevor replied.
“Oh? You have him on conference call or something?” Devon asked.
“Nah. Nothing so high tech. Let’s just say I’m wearing a bug,” Trevor replied.
“And that’s not high tech?” Devon asked, but no sooner had the words left his lift than the realization started to dawn on him. Devon watched in awe as Trevor lifted a finger to his ear and a nearly imperceptibly tiny figure hopped of Trevor’s ear and onto Trevor’s fingertip.
“What… the…” Devon murmured in awe.
“Want to talk to him? He’s been talking my ear off all afternoon,” Trevor said and lifted his finger up towards Devon.
“It can’t be… Rex!?” Devon gasped in shock.
“The one and only!” Trevor replied.
“Well… no… I suppose there are a lot of guys named Rex, but this is the only one mite-sized,” Trevor rambled.
“He didn’t tell me he’d be here today!” Devon said.
“Oh yeah. It was supposed to be a surprise. So… Surprise!” Trevor cheered.
“Well… hand him over… I guess I shouldn’t keep him waiting…” Devon stammered.
He had not prepared for this. He was barely emotionally prepared to see Trevor, and Trevor came up to Devon’s knees. Rex on the other hand was barely even visible even to the already pint-sized Devon.
Devon reached out a finger for Rex to climb aboard. As Devon watched the miniscule figure scurry across Trevor’s fingertip and onto his own, Devon’s mind was reeling. Devon was so small that the coffee table was the size of a basketball court. To Trevor, the table would be more like a football field, but to Rex!? It must be the size of a city! Just imagining something as simple as a coffee table stretching on for miles made Devon feel light-headed.
Devon lifted his finger up towards his eyes so he could get a better look. It was definitely Rex! He looked much the same as he had before The Incident albeit with longer hair… oh, and he was much, much, Much smaller.
Rex was now the size of a grain of sand. He was the size of a speck of dust. Even atop Devon’s shrunken hand, Rex looked to be the size of an an aphid. Devon began to feel light-headed again as he tried to comprehend just how huge he must appear to his now speck-sized former fuck buddy. Rex was now so tiny that he could sit atop Trevor’s finger as if it was a beanbag chair. Rex was so tiny that even Devon’s fingertip was the size of a kiddie pool. If Rex were seated atop someone like Simon’s finger, just the fingertip would be like riding a parade float.
Rex had told Devon that he had shrunken below a millimeter. Rex had even joked that he had to be below half a millimeter, but they lacked the equipment to properly measure him. It was one thing seeing a number in their chat thread and another thing to see a man so small he could ride a sesame seed like a surfboard!
Devon was no slouch below the belt. He knew that he had had a nice hog before he had shrunk. Rex used to love to take the full length of Devon’s fat cock in the bathroom between classes, but now, Rex was so tiny that Devon’s fat cock could take the full length of Rex’s body!
Devon had to fight back the imagery. The whole experience was already so surreal, and the daydreams about dipping Rex like a sounding rod were making Devon’s cock rapidly stiffen in his slacks. The light, thin fabric of Devon’s custom clothes was not designed to hide boners especially not one as big as Devon’s own!
Even though Devon knew he had a proportionally huge dick, it was hard for him to think about anything on his as “big”. He was shorter than a Barbie! He was maybe eye level with her tits! And yet… he was a goliath compared to the figure that now rode atop his fingertip.
Devon wasn’t sure how long he was paralyzed by his thoughts, but eventually he became aware of a voice calling out to him.
“Are you ok?” Trevor asked.
“Uh… yeah… it’s just… this is a lot to take in. Sorry…” Devon murmured.
“It’s fine. Take your time. I kinda get how you feel, but Rex has been looking forward to talking to you for a while. He’d been talking my ear off all afternoon,” Trevor said.
Devon glanced once more at the tiny figure on his fingertip and then back to Trevor. “How do I talk to him?” He asked.
“Well, he sits in my ear like an earbud, but you’re so big he may be able to fit into the actual canal. Just lift him up to your ear, and he’ll find somewhere to get comfy,” Trevor explained.
Devon winced as images of Wrath of Khan flashed through his head, but he tried his best not to show his trepidation. The last thing he wanted to do was freak out his friends.
Devon lifted his finger up to his ear as if he was about to push in an ear plug and then waited as the tiny figure climbed aboard. Devon could feel Rex climbing into his ear. It felt like he had an ant or a gnat scurrying around in there. Devon shuddered despite himself. It took ever fiber of his self-control to not instinctively slap at the tiny bug that was running around in his ear, but eventually, the sensation of the nearly microscopic man scurrying around faded and Rex’s voice came through.
“Devin! Dude! Who’s the new guy! You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!” Rex shouted. Rex’s voice sounded like it was coming in from down a long tunnel… which, technically it was.
“What? A boyfriend? Oh!” Devon sputtered.
“Spill the deets! What’s his name? Is he nice? Have you fucked yet?” Rex asked.
“You’re worse than Trevor!” Devon protested.
“Answer the questions!” Rex shouted.
“Fine! I don’t know him that well. I just met him today. He seems nice, but I don’t know if there will be anything after today,” Devon replied.
“Well, he seems into you. Do you know his name?” Rex asked.
“Seems into me?” Devon yelped.
“Totally! I was watching him check you out while you and Trevor talked. You should go for it,” Rex said.
“I literally just met him,” Devon protested.
“So? You trusted him enough to have him come with you,” Rex replied.
“That’s… well, there were extenuating circumstances…” Devon said.
“Extenuating circumstances like… he’s hot and he wants you to play with his nuts like a beach ball,” Rex said with a lecherous chuckle.
“How are you so horny!” Devon scoffed.
“What? I’m the size of an ant’s left ass-cheek. I have to live vicariously through my friends!” Rex retorted.
“With how much you talk about enjoying Trevor’s cock, I thought you’d be getting more action than!” Devon replied.
“Oh, I get lots of action! Trevor’s fun to play with, but you should see what Simon’s working with! I can spend all afternoon scaling those slopes and still not reach the summit!” Rex said excitedly.
“Jesus… all you think about is dicks!” Devon scoffed.
“Yeah? So, what’s new? Seriously, though, you’re missing out. I bet if you ask him, he’d whip it out and show you. It’s even bigger than you are!” Rex said.
“… fuck… is it really that big…?” Devon murmured.
“Yeah! It’s a solid foot of fat cock! What are you now? Six? Seven inches!?” Rex asked.
“I’m not that small!” Devon protested. Devon was about to counter with something more, but truth be told, he wasn’t sure how small he was. Sure, he had been measured when getting fitted for clothes, but he always intentionally ignored the rulers being placed next to him. Being placed beside a simple household ruler was a surreal experience in and of itself, but held in place by a giant hand while they scratched notes on a sheet of paper he was lying atop was a new degree of mortifying. Still… Devon was sure that he was over seven inches… at least he hoped he was… he dreaded finding what his actual height was. He hoped that he was eight inches, but he knew that that was wishful thinking. Still… seven inches is pretty good, right? That’s bigger than most dude’s dicks! But… not as big as his own dick used to be. It was so strange to think that his whole body was now smaller than just his cock used to be.
Devon’s silent introspection was derailed by the sound of laughter. One voice was echoing in his ear canal, but the other was coming from down by his feet. Devon glanced down to see Trevor doubled over with laughter.
Trevor’s rudimentary garments were not doing a good job of covering all the saucy bits. Devon could catch a glimpse of a bit of balls as well as Trevor’s tiny taint and the underside of Trevor’s ass cheeks. Despite how embarrassed Devon was still feeling, he couldn’t deny how good Trevor looked. Trevor had always been buff, and shrinking had done little to diminish his physique. Trevor may now be shy of two inches tall, but the dude was yoked.
“Haha… sorry… I’m honestly surprised it took Rex that long to start talking about Simon’s dick,” Trevor said when he finally stopped laughing hard enough to talk.
“He really is incorrigible,” Devon said with a sigh.
“Yeah, but that’s why we like him,” Trevor replied.
“I guess,” Devon scoffed.
“To know me is to love me!” Came the voice from inside Devon’s ear.
Devon grabbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head, but almost immediately he stopped when he heard Rex shouting.
“W-woah!” came the cry from inside Devon’s ear. “Warn me next time! I barely had time to grab onto a hair!” Rex protested.
“Uh… sorry…” Devon murmured.
It was hard to believe that as small as Devon was, Rex was so much tinier that even just Devon shaking his head was enough to send Rex toppling ass over ears.
Devon briefly recalled the last time he and Rex had fooled around. The two of them had ducked into the supply closet in the chem lab. Rex had gone ankles to ears and Devon pounded his ass like a man possessed.
It had felt fantastic – far better than using his hand. Far better, even, than using a fleshlight. There was something amazing about feeling another guy’s ass clenching his dick. Sadly, it was something he’d never feel again. There was no one else out there close to his size. The closest person to Devon’s size was his lab partner that day, and Devon wasn’t that desperate.
“So, how much of that convo did you hear?” Devon asked, once again turning his attention towards Trevor.
“Just your part, but Rex has a one-track mind. It’s easy to fill in the blanks,” Trevor explained.
“No doubt…” Devon replied.
“And… it was kind of obvious what he was talking about…” Trevor said.
Devon glanced down at his smaller friend and cocked an eyebrow questioningly. Trevor silently gave a nodding gesture towards Devon’s crotch in response.
Devon glanced down and gasped. The tent in his pants was painfully obvious. Even had his dick not been so big, the wet splotch that had formed atop the bulge would have given him away.
Devon instinctively plopped his ass down on the tabletop and shoved his hands over his crotch to hide his shame, and as Devon did so, he could hear the sound of a faint voice in his ear shouting, “fuuuuuuccckkk!” Devon could actually feel Rex land with a light thud inside his ear canal.
“A little warning!” Rex cried.
“Oh, shut up. You’re fine,” Devon grumbled.
“I know! I’m fine as fuck, but I still enjoy hearing it!” Rex sassed back.
“I’m so sorry,” Devon said to Trevor.
“Why? It’s natural, and I was enjoying the view from down here,” Trevor said with a laugh.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Rex,” Devon said.
“Or maybe you’ve been spending not enough,” Trevor and Rex said in near perfect unison.
“Jesus fucking christ…” Devon moaned as he rubbed his temples.
“Either way. I’d gladly help you out with that,” Trevor said.
“Wait. You mean… Actually… dammit…” Devon muttered. He went through like eighteen different emotions in the span of five words. Devon didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he hadn’t gotten off in ages. It was hard to get the time and the tranquility he required when his pen had a baby monitor the size of a big screen TV in it. There was no telling when his mom would choose to chime in. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him choking the chicken. Add onto that the fact that Rex was constantly sexting him, Devon had been blue balled for weeks. To make matters worse, he now had a nearly naked, incredibly hot guy hanging out with him, and a fully naked, equally hot guy whispering sultry nothings into his very ear canal!
Devon refused to admit it, but seeing how much smaller Trevor was than him was exciting, and seeing how absolutely tiny Rex had become was its own flavor of fascinating. Rex had suggested all kinds of crazy acts the two of them could try when they finally met face to face, and try as he might, Devon could not get those acts out of his mind. Rex had the uncanny ability to get Devon to consider new things, and the even more amazing ability to get Devon to actually try them! Devon had no doubt in his mind that Trevor and Rex could do amazing things to his dick, and part of him wanted to disrobe and let them do it right now… however, Devon was less keen on doing so with an audience. Ashton seemed nice but was still very much an unknown quantity in this equation.
It was at this point that Simon walked back into the room with a tray of pizza. He had had enough sense to slice the pizza and move it off of the sheet it had been cooked on, but it was still very hot. A fact that Simon quickly announced to all four of the guys hanging out in his front room.
“So, what do you think?” Simon asked as he handed Ashton a plate.
“It looks good. Did you make it yourself?” Ashton asked.
“It’s just a storebought. I was asking about the guys,” Simon said with a laugh.
“Oh. Well. I don’t know what to say. I’ve just been watching them this whole time and trying to wrap my head around it all,” Ashton replied.
Simon sat down next the Ashton on the couch and said, “It can be a bit of a shock.”
“I guess it’s weird for me to be saying something. It’s not my life,” Ashton said.
Simon shrugged and said, “It’s not not your life.”
Ashton turned and gave him a quizzical glance.
“What’s that look about? You’re talking like this doesn’t affect you at all, but you’re here. You didn’t have to help Devon. You didn’t even have to acknowledge that you saw him. It’d be so easy to just pretend nothing happened,” Simon said.
“I couldn’t do that. There’s too many ways things could have broken bad,” Ashton said.
“Yeah. It’s easy to forget since Trevor is so outgoing and puts on a brave face, but it’s scary for someone of his size. That’s why it’s good that they have people like us looking out for them,” Simon said.
Ashton rolled his eyes. “I don’t have it in me to be someone’s keeper,” he said.
“Good,” Simon said flatly.
Ashton was once again taken aback. He shot Simon another quizzical look.
“They’re people, not pets. You don’t keep them,” Simon explained.
Ashton gave an annoyed grunt. “That’s not what I meant,” he said.
“But that’s what you said,” Simon replied.
Ashton gave Simon another incredulous look. His eye twitched slightly with annoyance.
“That’s what we call a micro-aggression,” Simon said.
There was an awkward pause as Ashton took in what Simon had just said. Eventually he managed to say something in response. “Was… that a joke?” He asked.
“Yep,” Simon said.
“Was all of that just a lead up to a punchline?” Ashton asked.
Simon gave an iffy hand wiggle and said, “Eh. Little of column a, little of column b. I meant most of what I said, though. They are people and they do need more help than they let on… but I suppose that can be said about everyone.”
Ashton gave a soft chuckle. “I didn’t expect a philosophy lesson when I came here today,” he said.
“Not philosophy. Just courtesy,” Simon said.
“Either way, I’m still trying to take it all in,” Ashton said.
“Well. You’ll have plenty of time to do so… if you’re interested in hanging around some more,” Simon said.
“With you?” Ashton asked.
“With me. With Trevor. With Devon. Mostly Devon. He really needs more friends… and… I’ll be honest with you… I’ve been a bit nosey today because I wanted to get a feel for what kind of guy you are,” Simon said.
Ashton chuckled. “I did get a kind of overprotective parent vibe from you,” he said.
Simon leaned in and furrowed his brow and in a deep, grumpy voice he said, “what are your plans with my daughter?”
The two of them shared a laugh at this. Ashton soon chimed in with, “Your son calls me daddy too.”
Simon had almost recovered from his previous bout of giggling, but Ashton’s response made him laugh even harder than before. Simon’s laughter was so infectious that even Ashton let out a little chuckle. Their laughter was so loud that it even distracted the three guys on the table from their antics. Trevor glanced up to see what the commotion was. Devon, meanwhile, was glad to have the attention drawn away from him and his boner if even for a moment.
After a moment, Simon’s laughter began to die down. Simon took a second to catch his breath and then began to speak once more. “Yeah, but on the subject of over-protective parents, Devon’s mom is a real Piece of Work. Like, an absolute See You Next Tuesday,” Simon said and rolled his eyes.
“The way you say it, I’m amazed she let him out alone,” Ashton said.
Simon snuck a quick glance over at the table. When he was sure that Devon wasn’t watching he nodded to Ashton, tapped the back of his wrist where a watch would be, and then nodded towards Devon. Ashton followed Simon’s gesture and noticed the device on Devon’s wrist. It was a small device by normal standards, but on Devon’s tiny arm it looked like the kind of oversized doohickey you’d see in a 90s Saturday morning cartoon.
“Tracker” Simon mouthed silently.
Ashton grimaced. The mere thought of having to wear a tracking device disgusted him. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be monitored everywhere he went.
“Maybe I should have a word with her,” He grumbled.
“Don’t. You’ll just make things harder on him. It took us this long just to get him permission to leave his neighborhood,” Simon said.
Ashton grumbled again. “I hate not being able to do anything,” he said.
“I’m surprised you even care. Didn’t you two just meet?” Simon asked.
“Should I not?” Ashton scoffed.
“That was supposed to be a compliment. Few people would care enough to help a stranger and even fewer would stick around to make sure everything worked out,” Simon said.
“You’re the one who told me to stay!” Ashton replied indignantly.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have to,” Simon said.
Ashton narrowed his eyes. His expression was somewhere between glaring angrily and curiously appraising the guy he had just met. “I really cannot tell if I should like you or punch you,” Ashton said.
“I get that a lot,” Simon replied.
Ashton wanted to counter with something, but he couldn’t formulate anything to say. Simon was an infuriating combo of both incredibly sweet and thoughtful while also being sly and calculating in his comments. Ashton had picked up early on that Simon was testing him, but Ashton was now realizing that the testing had never stopped. Ashton suddenly felt like he was under the microscope, which was ironic considering that there were a couple of guys near him that would both fit in the palm of his hand.
Ashton just sat there and glared skeptically at Simon. Simon flashed him a smirk that was both friendly and taunting. There was a brief moment where the two of them silently acknowledged that they each knew that the other knew that this was a mental chess game, but before the silence could get awkward, Simon hopped up from the couch and said, “food’s getting cold. Eat up!”
After that, the conversation was pretty tame. Ashton and Simon munched on pizza and discussed general life events such as what they were studying and how close they were to graduating. The conversation occasionally returned to Trevor and Devon and what it was like living with little guys like them.
As they ate, Ashton had half a mind to make a quip about the pizza. It was by far the thinnest crust he had ever encountered. It was nearly paper thin, but before he said anything, he noticed that Devon and Trevor were also eating. Devon had pulled off a chunk from the tip of a slice of pizza. It was nearly the perfect size for him. Trevor, meanwhile, was chomping into a pizza crumb which appeared to be the size of a slice of birthday cake in his tiny hands.
Ashton shot another quick glance at Simon. Simon was sitting back with a slice of his own and was contentedly watching his friends enjoy themselves. Simon had clearly thought this through. Ashton couldn’t help but smirk. This was a guy he could learn to like.
Eventually, the pizza was consumed and, with the help of Trevor’s speaker, the group had managed to have some conversations and just enjoy hanging out as a group of friends. The vibe was so mellow that it was almost possible to forget the size disparity… almost.
Still, it didn’t last long. Eventually, Trevor’s phone began to buzz, and the flurry of messages made it clear that Devon was expected home.
“Tell her to let you stay!” Trevor cried.
“Fuck no. I was lucky enough to get her to agree to this today. I have to prove to her that there’s no need to worry or she’ll never let me out again!” Devon replied.
“This blows!” Trevor grumbled.
“We all agreed to the curfew,” Simon replied.
“It still sucks!” Trevor whined.
“It does, but I’m still glad I got to come today,” Devon said.
“We’ll have to do it again soon,” Simon said.
“Definitely!” Devon said.
Simon began to get up. “Let me grab my jacket,” he said, but Ashton motioned for him to stop.
“I can take him home,” Ashton said.
Simon narrowed his eyes at Ashton in a silent, almost imperceptible warning.
“I won’t start any shit when I get there!” Ashton protested.
“If you say so…” Simon replied.
“You don’t mind?” Devon asked excitedly.
“Not at all. It’s sort of on my way, anyway,” Ashton replied.
“Great. Well then, go ahead and text her back, Trev,” Simon said.
“Sure thing!” Trevor announced with a playful salute.
Simon turned and held his hand out to shake Ashton’s hand. “Hey. It was nice meeting you. Feel free to call me anytime if you need something,” Simon said.
As the two of them shook hands, Simon gave Ashton’s hand a tighter squeeze for a split second. His eyes gave a quick glance towards Devon. There was an implied “look after him” that Ashton quickly picked up on. Ashton returned the squeeze and nodded.
Ashton knelt down beside the table and held his hand out for Devon to climb aboard, but before Devon could hop on, Trevor shouted, “Wait! You still have Rex!”
Ashton and Devon both glanced over towards the phone that Trevor was standing atop.
“Rex?” Ashton asked.
“Of, fuck!” Devon sputtered.
Ashton watched in awe as Devon reached up and held his fingertip to his ear almost as if he was about to go digging for earwax, but rather than shoving his fingertip in, he just held it there for a moment. As Ashton watched curiously, he became aware of an almost imperceptibly tiny form hopping out of Devon’s ear and onto Devon’s fingertip.
Ashton had heard that there were a few people in the lab that day who had been reduced to microscopic sizes, but he had never considered what that might mean until today.
Devon turned and knelt down to hand off his passenger to Trevor and said, “He’d been in there so long, I started to forget that it wasn’t just my conscience that I was hearing.”
“You must have a filthy conscience,” Trevor said.
“Look, I haven’t even been able to jerk it in ages,” Devon said.
“Next time you stop by, we’ll have to help you with that!” Trevor teased.
Devon’s face immediately turned several shades redder. “I- But- S-shut up!” He sputtered.
Trevor was too busy laughing to say a proper goodbye, and from the looks of the spec in the palm of his hand, Rex found the exchange to be equally hilarious. Devon turned with a huff and stomped across the table towards where Ashton was still waiting. As he made his way, Devon tried his best to regain his composure… and to hide the tent in his pants.
Ashton hoisted Devon up onto his shoulder and asked, “You ready?”
“As close to ready as I can be,” Devon replied.
The pair gave a wave goodbye and made their way towards the door. Devon was a bit bummed that the night was over, but he was already excited for the next one!
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While I am glad Boston experienced enough character growth to admit to and apologize for using his time and affection as a cudgel to control Nick and the terms of their relationship, I don't know that getting back together is the best idea after Nick's trauma crying. Boston isn't good for him, as evidenced by him rebounding with his boss, which is all red flag for me.
Like, it's one thing if you have some ridiculous comedy BL that's not to be taken seriously with a boss/employee relationship, but Only Friends is to be taken seriously. The writing is intelligent enough for something like sleeping with your boss to have actual consequences.
In regards to Top and Mew, for me, trust is not the biggest problem with their relationship. The biggest problem with their relationship is they're image obsessed idiots who can only be vulnerable and sincere with each other in small doses. All their best scenes happened when neither one of them were posturing for the other. Their first kiss in episode 1, sleeping on the couch together, the pool scene. They all happened when their guards were dropped. That needs to happen more if this relationship has any hope of surviving.
Sand and Ray are moving in the right direction. I think one of the biggest positive impacts Sand has had in Ray's life is extricating Ray from a friend group that is legitimately toxic for him. Ray's been spiraling four years, nobody gives a shit. Mew goes on a downward spiral for three days and that shit had Cheum and Top playing Batman and Commissioner Gordon. I really appreciated Ray pointing out how Sand was the most loving person in his life, and not Mew. Mew was just the kindest of a group of shitty friends.
All in all, I really love the story that's being told here, which is that of a queer friend group cobbled together in college and reaching a natural end as the characters prepare to graduate and begin adult lives. It's bittersweet, and I can't wait to see how these last two episodes play out.
Also, I'd like to apologize in advance for the Boeing apologist I'm sure to become. But in my defense, if I was a well-adjusted person who vibed with emotionally healthy characters, I wouldn't be writing meta for gay softcore erotica, then where would we be?
Somewhere better, that's where. But I'm what you got. Welcome to the darkest timeline.
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KinnPorsche Ep12 Lines of Power
I'm here to call out lines of power, staging, and framing in KinnPorsche episode 12. Whew, Tumblr's 10-image limit is killing me. Had to do a lot of image combining this time to skirt it.
Bonus: It doesn't quiiiite fit in lines of power, but yesterday I called out a particular Comedy & Tragedy VP screencap for Reasons.
More LoP posts: [Trailer] … [Ep08] [Ep09 Part 1] [Ep09 Part 2] [Ep10] [Ep11] [Ep13]
Porsche is pissed and drawing some boundaries, and this scene uses a line of power (the window pane) to help him with that.
These two shots establish that the line is firmly in place from multiple camera angles.
It's not quiiiite perfectly in place throughout the whole scene, but it's damn close, as close as it's going to get without actually gluing the actors' feet to the floor.
Usually with dividing lines, I've been seeing people staying on their respective sides. Here, Kinn says "nope, do not like" and crosses over. He's not the same as he used to be. Remember back in the "all our people are the same to me" scene in Episode 4 with all those dividers between them? Yeah, Kinn has grown a lot since then.
Kinn: Line of power who? I don't know 'em.
Then there's this wide shot of Kinn trying to reach out physically, and Porsche snaps backwards, keeping the boundary firmly in place.
Fortunately, Kinn respects that boundary and realizes "I'm sorry" won't cut it, and he offers to help find actual answers (WHAT?) to tear down that line of power keeping him from his Porsche.
That gets Kinn through to Porsche, and he holds onto his man, who is still reluctant to give in entirely. The hug scene is framed with soft, blurred beige lines in the foreground. I'm not sure I want to read too much into the foreground frame except that it softens the hard edges, as Kinn is trying to do with Porsche's anger.
I feel this scene was a huge step forward for them, and I'm delighted with the way the line of power helped tell the story.
WOW. Wow, okay. Most often when Papa Korn shows up, he seems small and inconspicuous, often sitting, sometimes even stooped over with very sluggish, lazy posture.
Here he's standing straight and tall, looking very powerful. As with Tankhun in the previous episode, the shot here is designed to make him look LARGE and IMPOSING. The camera angle is looking up at him from below, but more importantly, the two pillars behind him are framing him and increasing his width, effectively doubling his size.
Papa Korn is on the move, playing his war.
This shot has a premium horizontal line: the division between grass and darkness. There aren't a lot of strong horizontals to be had, so I nabbed it.
Vegas looks like a marionette with his strings cut. His head and heart are above in the dark space, while his lost hedgehog is down in the lighter space with lush greenery. There's a strong sense of dissociation going on between the darkness above and light below, at least for me, but I think there's a lot of room for alternative interpretation.
The trees become a lovely frame around Vegas and Pete. I also love that the white flower is so clearly visible at Vegas's feet.
Both of the two scenes above use natural setting, clear light, and green plants, creating a noteworthy contrast to the bondage bedroom with its chains, colorful neon lights, and general clutter.
Speaking of which...
There's a lot going on with the chains in the room, so much that it becomes a bit difficult to read too much into them. However, the first shot above has a veeerrry clear divider between Vegas and Pete. It's problematic as a a line of power in the actual scene, though, because it comes and goes with the different camera angles as they talk in that moment.
A short time later, there are a few moments where the chains disappear completely, as captured in the second shot. The chains are still there, but they're currently hidden behind the characters, almost like the chains have been asorbed.
For most of the scene where Tay and Porsche chat, Tay is firmly positioned in the left half of the screen. He gets an almost entirely clear and white/beige background (highly uncommon) except for one black vertical line.
After Porsche brings up Time and Tay says "it's not like that," his problems come firmly to mind. That's when he sits back, smiles his small and painful smile, and the black line of power goes right through his head.
Tay is a very bright, kind, supporter-type character, hence the pale background. But he has his own troubles, too.
(I will now be adopting Tay.)
Mirrors. Always mirrors.
In the first shot, Porsche is blurred and very distorted. His emotions are all out of whack. He's full of rage and conflict, ready to lash out at the person he thinks has caused the biggest loss of his life.
Kinn's face is clear and focused. He has one goal in this scene, and that's to support Porsche through whatever happens.
In the second shot, after Porsche has let go of the rage and killing instinct, he comes into focus as he holds tight to his biggest simp supporter.
Kinn...you had ONE goal. (And you succeeded!)
There are Lines of Power, and then there's Chay and his LINE OF MOTHERFUCKING CHAOS POWER. This practically needs a post all to itself. Buckle up.
Chay's a mess, and for good reason. His erratic pink line of power reflects that mess. So much more than simple heartbreak has brought on his overdue rebellious phase. He's gone through numerous abandonments and was left essentially on his own without support, he's been kidnapped from his own home and injured, and he's had to face lies from numerous people he thought he could trust. Then throw in teenage heartbreak on top for flavor.
Plot has been happening TO Chay for a long time. But he's fighting back at last.
In this episode, he takes a firm hold of his agency. He decides to explore who he is outside of being "little brother" and "having a crush."
Chay is righteously (and rightly) pissed that Kim has taken away that agency by interrupting the party, and he promptly reclaims that agency by telling Kim off. His anger (all those spikey lines) is justified, in my opinion.
This fight was so fantastic, exactly what this pair needed... Chay standing up for himself and Kim revealing the real face of his Mafia Heir side (ref: @laughsalot3412's post talks about Kim's 3 sides). Kim's dark side is clearly demonstrated in this shot where he just about melts into the dark background.
Yet I'm obsessed with the way Chay's pink line still ends up pointing at Kim, hinting at lingering feelings.
(Need more Kim meta to flesh this out? I hiiiiiighly, so highly, recommend @shortpplfedup's post on Kim.)
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More LoP posts: [Trailer] … [Ep08] [Ep09 Part 1] [Ep09 Part 2] [Ep10] [Ep11] [Ep13]
For more great meta from folks across the KP Tumblr fandom, please visit the Damn Good KinnPorsche Meta doc.
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Lynn Hsu.
Lynn tells us about her methods for making her wonderful cartoons featured in The New Yorker and many other publications this week!
Bio: I worked as an architect for many years before changing paths to become a cartoonist and writer. While working as an architect, I dabbled in printmaking, painting, and humor writing, often collaborating with sketch comedy groups at ImprovBoston. When the theater shut down during the pandemic, I started cartooning, which I found therapeutic and fun, as it combined my love of drawing with humor writing. Online classes taught by Emily Flake, Amy Kurzweil, and other talented people, were incredibly helpful and inspiring. In 2022, I sold my first cartoon (below) to The New Yorker and soon after, my first Daily Shouts piece.
Find this print here!
My work has also appeared in publications such as Alta Journal, Air Mail, Weekly Humorist, Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, WSJ, and The American Bystander (cartoon below).
Find this print here!
While I mostly focus on humor, I occasionally write darker stories for horror and sci-fi magazines like Space & Time. Currently, I reside in Boston with my husband, twin boys, and dog, Mochi, who provides emotional support when my work is rejected
Once I have a list of ideas and rough sketches, I draw the cartoon on my Samsung Galaxy Book 2-in-1 convertible laptop. It has a small built-in pen that comes with it. My preferred app is Clip Studio Paint, which is a less expensive alternative to Photoshop. I’m still experimenting with different brushes and washes in my work. For my posture, I use an adjustable stand by Lpoake. For my sanity, I often work on the porch so I can get some fresh air and vitamin D. Mochi keeps me company and nudges me periodically for attention.
Tool I wish I could use better: Watercolor. I love painting with oil and acrylics, but I struggle with washes and hope to improve.
Tool I wish I existed: A magic chair that heals back and shoulder pain (and also teleports you to any location in the world).
Tricks: Not a fancy trick, but I’ve been using Google Keep to jot ideas down in an organized way when I don’t have my sketchbook with me. I can access this list via phone, tablet, or computer.
Misc: Getting feedback on your work is invaluable. Sometimes, I’ll draw a cartoon and think it’s hilarious, but then I show it to my husband, who doesn’t understand the caption or the sketch. I’m fortunate to have found a group of supportive cartoonists with whom I can share my work and exchange comments on a regular basis. Online classes and workshops are also great ways to learn a new craft and meet other amazing artists, writers, and humorists.
Links:
Here’s my website: lynnihsu.com
I post cartoons on Instagram:@loopyline
For New Yorker cartoon prints: Conde Nast Store
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If you enjoy this blog, and would like to contribute to labor and maintenance costs, there is a Patreon, and if you’d like to buy me a cup of coffee, there is a Ko-Fi account as well! I do this blog for free because accessible arts education is important to me, and your support helps a lot! You can also find more posts about art supplies on Case’s Instagram and Twitter! Thank you!
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Cubical crush - teaser
⌨️PAIRING: heeseung X fem reader!
💬WARNING: smut, angst, alcohol consumption, analingus, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, age gap.
🖥GENRE: co-workers, best friends, comedy, smut, romance.
🖱SUMMARY: in which a series of multiple unnecessary events take place for you to confess your feelings to your best friend or not???
“Congratulations ms, y/n,” your best friend and co-worker stopped by your workspace holding a celebratory bottle of wine in his hand.
“Thank you,” you gave him a smile.
“You’re more than welcome” he set the bottle down on your desk. He leaned against the wall loosening the tie around his neck and folding his arms. “Can’t believe you got promoted before I did.”
You giggle slightly. “Me neither. I always thought you’d be first.”
“Oh, come on, y/n, don’t be so humble all the time. We both know you would get it before I did. You’re practically perfect, and I’m not,” he pouted.
“Don’t be sad. I’m sure your time is coming soon,” you assured him with a slight smile on the corner of your lips.
“I hope you’re right. I’m so proud of you you’ve worked so hard for this, and it finally paid off,” he sighs and stares at you with a fond look in his eyes.
“Thank you,” you said, shying away from his gaze. Not exactly used to having a somewhat serious, heartfelt interaction with him most of the time. It was just meaningless bickering back and forth about the most random things.
“You’re growing up right before my eyes” he wiped a fake tear.
So much for heartfelt, but this is the seung you were used to, so it didn’t bother you.
“Oh, stop it. So are you you were just a baby when we started working together”
“I wasn’t a baby,” he corrected his once lazy posture against the wall and stood straight with a stern look on his face.
“Yes, you were. You remember you were so nervous that you stuttered while introducing yourself to everyone, and then you started blushing. I remember it like yesterday. You were so cute.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that, and for the record, I wasn’t cute I was handsome.”
“No, you were cute, now you’re handsome” the words just kinda slipped out by accident, and of course, he wasn't going to let you get away with it.
He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk playing on his lips. “Really now?”
“You know what I meant,” you glared at him.
He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, but that’s good to know cause I think you’re beautiful.”
RELEASE DATE: November 20th taglist open🔖
A/N: hey, sorry it’s been a while, but there’s just a lot of stuff going on, and I recently got some terrible news about my health, so I’ve just been focusing on myself for a little bit. I hope you all can understand, and I hope you look forward to my latest work have a good day/night :)
#enhypen heeseung#enhypen#heeseung#lee heeseung#enha heeseung#engene#enhypen hard hours#heeseung smut#heeseung angst#heeseung x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen heeseung smut
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(I.) Unrequited Love
(Ace Trappola x Reader) (Deuce Spade x Reader)
Description: When he realizes his feelings for you but also realizes that their feelings will never be returned back.
Warning: My poor attempt in comedy
❤ Ace Trappola ❤
❤ Remember his first words to you and Grim when y’all first met? This redhead is out there spitting unfiltered words at you being magicless while laughing, luckily for him, you don’t have a gun with you that time-
❤ It’s like you’re a muggle and he’s the muggle-slanderer Malfoy 💀 What a sweet first impression he gave you
❤ Anyway, due to the power of plot-convenience, you and Ace get to spend more time (whether you two like it or not) with each other as time goes on, even to the point of becoming friends.
❤ A friendship in where he is the one getting trouble with Grim and Deuce while you’re the one getting them out of trouble. <insert that meme of a tired guy having a collar on two feral gremlin>
❤ He’s still a jerk though, the kind of friend that would say “Haha nerd!” straight to your face but if someone else does it, he’s ready to throw hands at that someone.
❤ And that’s the start of him realizing his growing feelings for you, okay, we all know he is a resident-dumbass but his one brain cell does function from time to time, and this case is one of those examples.
❤ Maybe because he’s seen how you’re more than what he had seen you before initially, and whatever he had seen in you makes him draw near to you.
❤ I mean, look, you always end up being the center of everything! It’s actually pretty hilarious now that he thinks about it.
❤ Fun seems to always follow you around, even the trouble kind of fun too, there’s not even a single day has passed that’s boring when he’s in your company. He is always excited at the sight of you.
❤ …or did he just mistake that excitement with his own beating heart that quickens when you’re nearby.
❤ And it beats even more rapidly whenever he sees you smile and laugh.
❤ But he’s not the reason for your smile and laugh. It was Deuce. He has noticed how many times your posture stiffens and how your cheeks redden whenever Deuce approached you two.
❤ So he wasn’t surprised when you confessed that you liked Deuce and asked for advice (Idk why Ace was the person you think would be good for advice but alright), yet it still didn’t stop the ache in his chest when you admitted it.
❤ You said you were too shy and scared to confess to Deuce
❤ Ace sighed, teasing you with the nickname “Chicken” which aggravated you, but that taunt has given you enough courage to confess to Deuce to prove that red-head jerk wrong.
❤ …In the end, it was him who was the coward which is strange since he’s the type of person that doesn’t even hesitate before acting… yet, he hesitated when he was about to confess to you. Besides, he doesn’t need your words of rejection anyway since he knows your answer already when your gaze on Deuce is different from your expression to him.
❤ Now, his heart that used to beat so fast whenever you're near, is now aching painfully whenever he sees you with someone else.
♠️Deuce Spade♠️
♠️ Deuce, our sweet beloved moron
♠️ Unlike Ace, Deuce is denser than the whole galaxy when it comes to his feelings for you and he only realized it during his phone call with his mom when Deuce told her about what the school is like, the people, and you, of course, were included <3
♠️ And when the subject landed on you, he was blissfully unaware that he continued on rambling about you with a smile in his face and eyes that could sparkle until his mother pointed it out.
♠️ “I see, my son finally has his first crush.” His mother giggled at the end of the phone.
♠️ "ABRRHIIVFYKKOGGHUUUUK”
♠️ If Deuce even has a brain to begin with, It’s already malfunctioning right now
♠️ After a long session of his internal panicking at the sudden realization of his true feelings that he had harboring over you while choking on air, he cleared his throat and mumbled apologies to his mom.
♠️ His mom giggled, quite amused with the whole thing, happy that he was finally getting friends and possibly a future partner as well. Considering how happy he sounded in talking about you -more like praising you- She can happily entrust his happiness to you. So she suggested to him the idea of why invite that special person to dinner in their house the next time they can go back.
♠️ Deuce was caught off-guard by her suggestion, hinted through a big blush creeping on his cheeks at the thought of you.
♠️ Y/N finally meeting his mother. He can see it now, the image of the two most important people in his life getting along together… They’re the source of inspiration for him in making an effort to be a better person for the sake of making you two smile.
♠️ His first objective after all once he stepped inside the school was to make his mother and his grandmother proud, but along the way, he didn’t expect that he would have another person he wanted to impress too.
♠️ You have no idea how much you made him happy, that’s why, if you allow him to, he wants to make you happy as well.
♠️ He didn’t realize that he was spacing out again until his mother replied again, and then his apologies repeated again, the blush on his cheeks reddening further.
♠️ Before the phone call ended, his mother told him she is so proud of him and how much he has grown, she can’t wait to see him again along with that special person. Deuce smiled with a soft voice, “Goodnight too, mom.”
♠️ The next day, Deuce was staring intently at his notes with his eyebrows all furrowed and his eyes focused, determination all over his mind.
♠️ He has to get good grades!
♠️ He has to be a high-honor student!
♠️ He has to be the man that you deserve!
♠️ As he was getting lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly wrote your name and doodled a heart on it
♠️ So at the time when you asked for his notes, he was so eager to pass it to you, he’s ready to help you anytime!- That’s when he realized what he had done in his notes, those heart doodles! Out of sheer panic, he quickly grabbed his notes back from you, and tore that certain page, shoving it inside his mouth then swallowing it…
♠️ Deuce, what happened to becoming the man that Y/N deserve again?
♠️The next period was breaktime so he was glad when he saw you waving at him, you were already waiting for him at the table. Deuce, of course, apologized about the incident earlier and you told him to not mind that with a chuckle.
♠️ Deuce smiled. You were really nice. His mother is going to love you.
♠️ And it's already one of the things he already loves about you
♠️ Oh right! The invitation! He almost forgot!
♠️ Deuce was about to sit beside you and tell you about the invitation but Ace beat him into it, immediately taking the spot that is next to you.
♠️ This infuriated Deuce to protest but Ace once again threw a snarky comment, and oof, the two are at it again, well, there’s not a day complete if the two aren’t arguing again…. until you placed your hand on Ace’s shoulder to calm him down, Ace, in return, looks back at you softly, then back off from the argument with a defeated sigh.
♠️ Eh?
♠️ That was confusing. Nevertheless, Deuce brushed it off to focus on his plan to invite you but as days passed, his attempts to ask you out always failed since you never seemed to be alone, if Grim wasn’t beside you, Ace is.
♠️ He should had his suspicions about what’s going on between you and Ace yet he ignored it… Maybe he was too dense? Or was that he wanted to believe it's not true? Whatever it is, he finally overheard that you and Ace had started dating.
♠️ Was he too late?
♠️ First… he realized too late that he had feelings for you and now it was also too late for him to realize what’s between you and Ace?
♠️ “Deuce!” You called out to him with a concerned look on your face, but Deuce forced a fake smile on his face, telling the two congratulations before he ran off back to his room.
♠️ With shaking hands, Deuce opened his phone to call his mom but before he could even say that the plan was cancelled, his throat tightened, and tears spilled down his cheek.
♠️ He tried… He tried so hard to hold back a cry but it was no use. It hurts. It too much.
♠️ His worried mother on the other side of the call is trying to comfort him while Deuce keeps apologizing between his sobs of how sorry he is that he lets her down.
♠️ Not only did he get his heart broken but he broke his mother's heart too… again.
Notes
• Grim has the most screentime but I keep forgetting that he exists
• English is not my first language and it shows
• If you manage to finish this finest cringework of mine, I applaud you
• And if you do enjoy it, feel free to leave a heart and/reblog it, it would mean a lot (Okay i sound like those youtubers in their outros now 💀)
• Planning to write a version of this for the dorm leaders because I love suffering and fictional characters suffering
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Suicide Is Painless (And I Can Take or Leave It If I Please): Hawkeye Pierce and Suicidal Ideation
The aim of this post is to analyze a couple of specific episodes where I think Hawkeye Pierce demonstrates suicidal ideation. These examples are situational to the war, and while you can use them as a basis for speculation on Hawkeye's mental health with regards to suicidal ideation before and after, it is not within the scope of this post to do so.
Do you know what I did? How I degraded myself, how I groveled, how I humbled, how I cheapened myself all for a pair of miserable, lousy army boots? I swear to you, as dedicated as I am to the sanctity and preservation of human life, if I had a gun at this moment, I would send my head across the tent!
This is not on the same level as the other examples, but I do not feel I can make this post without mentioning For Want of a Boot. This episode affected me profoundly. In the first place, a hole in a boot seems like a minor discomfort, but can have a serious impact on quality of life. I always think of the other episodes that establish their boots are often caked in blood, and imagine Hawkeye standing in surgery for hours at a time with blood seeping into his sock. And it has been going on for weeks.
This is compounded by Hawkeye's loss of agency. He cannot simply go to the store and buy a new pair of shoes, as he would in civilian life. He has to request a new pair of boots from the Army and wait for them to get around to sending them. When he tries to assert agency by taking matters into his own hands, he performs a series of favors he describes as degrading, and in the end it all falls apart just before he achieves success.
The quoted line is one of the few places in the show where I really notice the laugh track in a negative way. Alan Alda's delivery does not feel like a joke. An exaggeration, yes, because he is not really going to blow his brains out over a pair of boots, but the hyperbole is an expression of his very real feelings of frustration and desperation. By the end of the episode, the problem still is not solved. It ends on a comedy beat, but the joke is that Hawkeye has resorted to using a golf bag in place of a boot, because his boot has still not been replaced. He is still at the mercy of the Army. Just as his attempts to replace his boots and assert agency are futile, so too is any attempt to escape the war.
Probably the most straightforward example of suicidal ideation is The Late Captain Pierce. This is the one case where I am fairly convinced the message was intentional. In The Late Captain Pierce, Hawkeye is stripped of everything: his salary, his contact with the world outside the 4077th, and finally his dignity, culminating in Captain Pratt calling him an unperson. The loss of dignity echoes For Want of a Boot.
The episode ends, textually, with Hawkeye trying to be dead. Death, in the form of Digger, has been waiting for him the entire episode, and he finally gives in to it. His lines on the morgue bus are fairly unambiguous. "I'm not a passenger, I'm cargo" echoes the dehumanization he has just experience at the hands of Captain Pratt, who represents the Army. He says outright that he is tired of fighting death, and states "if you can't lick it, join it." He ends with the chilling "right, boys?" placing himself equal to the dead bodies he is sharing the bus with. Even his posture evokes death. His body language reinforces tired to death.
While he did pack a bag, he does not seem to have a concrete plan for getting from the morgue bus to home. It seems more likely he'd get arrested for being AWOL. This makes more sense, however, if he really is asking to go to the final reward. BJ's line "you're really going home?" can even be read as as asking "are you sure going home is really what you're doing?" "Going home" can also be used as a euphemism for death. Hawkeye could just be acting impulsively and on a textual level that is all it is. But symbolically, Hawkeye boarding that morgue bus is a suicide attempt. After losing everything, being isolated, and enduring over a year of constant war with no end in sight, he has had enough and chooses death over continuing to endure it.
Except, of course, he has a change of heart. He chooses to live after all. It comes from him. He does not get brought back by the MPs when the bus reaches the morgue, nor does BJ succeed in convincing him to get off the bus. Hawkeye chooses for himself to leave death behind and continue fighting. And, crucially, the circumstances that lead to this symbolic suicide attempt do not go away. By the end of the episode, Hawkeye is still dead according to the Army bureaucracy. He is working to fix it, but it is not yet fixed. This, too, echoes For Want of a Boot. Of course the larger circumstance, the war, is still ongoing. There is a glimmer of hope, because Hawkeye does get to talk to his dad, but the episode ends with the call being cut off. This ending suggests, then, that there is still hope, even when things are bad, and living is worth it.
The other episode I want to talk about is Letters. In Letters, it is not a loss of dignity or autonomy that provokes Hawkeye's crisis, but the angry words of a grieving child. This is clearly something Hawkeye has thought about before, or perhaps not allowed himself to think about. The comfort Father Mulcahy offers--you don't take lives, you save them--is the screen Hawkeye and the others always hide behind. But the veil has been lifted, and Hawkeye is confronting the reality of his role in the war. However involuntarily, he is, as he says, a very large cog in the war machine. "I can't deny that, and I can't live with it either." The truth is something he is not certain he can live with. He cannot deny it, so his only options are to live with it or not to live, and he is not sure he can live with it.
Letters is also an episode where Hawkeye behaves a little strangely. After asking BJ what he should say in response to the letter, when BJ does offer to help, Hawkeye refuses. Instead, he goes to Father Mulcahy. Private conversations with Father Mulcahy are generally treated as confidential, even outside the confessional seal. When Hawkeye returns, he immediately tells BJ about his conversation with Mulcahy, including his attempt to violate his own rule by asking Mulcahy to answer the letter for him. The had perviously discussed the shared experience of sending patients back to continue fighting and possibly be killed. The only part of the conversation Hawkeye does not tell BJ about is "I can't live with it either." There are many possible explanations for this behavior and I am not asserting that attempting to conceal suicidal ideation from BJ is the correct one, but it is of interest to me that the one person he chooses to be completely open with is the chaplain.
The part of this episode that feels too significant to be a coincidence comes near the end. As in the previous examples, Hawkeye cannot bring Ronnie's brother back, nor can he resolve the underlying problem, which is the war. He does get to do something good, by saving the life of another child, and he is able to answer Ronnie honestly, though whether that will provide Ronnie any real comfort remains unknown. In The Late Captain Pierce, what gets Hawkeye off the bus is the knowledge that there are lives to save. Here, too, it is saving a life that allows him to continue. And yet once again, his crisis is not entirely resolved. BJ asks how he is doing, and he says "I'm still here." This line carries a double meaning that simply cannot be ignored.
First, there is the positive meaning, which relates directly to the idea that Hawkeye has been undergoing a crisis that includes suicidal ideation. "I'm still here" meaning "I'm still alive." He did not choose death, this time. This scene is also coupled with the sun coming out when the storm that has been continuing throughout the episode finally ends. The episode begins with the storm already ongoing, perhaps suggesting Hawkeye was already struggling with his crisis of conscience before reading Ronnie's letter, and the angry words simply brought it to the surface where he could no longer ignore it.
The second meaning is the negative meaning, even though it is less directly related to suicidal ideation than the first. "I'm still here" meaning "I'm still in this place, I'm still in the war." His answer, then, can be interpreted as "How do you think I'm doing?" Hawkeye is still trapped and at the mercy of the Army. As long as that continues, his underlying conflict will never truly be resolved. It only ends "when this big one ends," to quote Sidney.
Ultimately, though the lyrics were never used for the show, Hawkeye Pierce is best summed up by the chorus to Suicide Is Painless:
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it
If I please
The specter of suicide is always lurking. It is the emergency exit; one last way out. Home is indefinite, a promise that feels increasingly unattainable. Sometimes the war gets unbearable and the only comfort left is the thought of suicide. It is always on the table and he can take it or leave it. He chooses, each time, to leave it, but he always knows it is there. Suicide would, at least, be a final assertion of agency. So, too, is choosing to live.
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I bumped into this moment some time ago. I never noticed it before, and some thoughts sprouted from it. I thought I’d write one of my rambling about my strange theories.
I should have kept translating the rollercoaster fic but I wrote this instead (I’m at chapter 7 by the way)
Facts to be taken into consideration: we are at the end of episode 3.01 "Revenge is best served cold" now and Grissom gave the plant™ to Sara in episode 2.15 "Burden of proof". So, plants are already something to them, at the moment. Also keep in mind that "[i]n Roman mythology, Flora is the goddess of flowers: a symbol of beauty, youth and new beginnings. The word ‘flora’ identifies the natural realm of plants and flowers."
So -
We see Sara entering the office and being intrigued by the plant that Grissom is arranging on the table. No wonder, she likes vegetation. The moment she enters the room, Grissom raises his eyes from the plant and has the time to notice Sara's reaction. It's when their eyes meet. The camera lets us appreciate Grissom’s reaction: when Sara moves her look upwards from the plant and stares at him in a sort of inquiring way, Grissom's eyes widens a little, his look softens, his mouth moves in a restrained smile. His body seems to acquire a prouder posture. "Here my present for you, again," he seems to say.
They must have talked about the original plant™, at the time of "Burden of proof". One doesn't receive a plant from Grissom and just goes “oh, ok, great, let’s move on”. To say the least, they go to him and say "thank you", right? Even more so when the receiver of the plant is Sara. It must have been a very cute moment to see ― I imagine it happening in an isolated place (the locker room or the car while driving to a scene, maybe), they both trying to keep tenderness under control, unsure about the words to say, afraid at the same time to say too much and too little.
Now, months away from that moment, unexpectedly Grissom's "Here my present for you, again" is dropped. I like to think that Grissom decides to make such a scenographic presentation for his explanation of the case on purpose. To please her.
At the beginning of the episode, upon hearing Hank tell Warrick to say hello to Sara, we see Grissom turning to Hank in a sort of “feed someplace else, boor” way. He perceives, maybe for the very first time, that Sara is having something going on with that primitive. Because of that, on the crime scene that he, Warrick and Sara are working, we see him sharply tell her to take one of the chairs of the poker game to the lab ― so she'll stay away from Hank. For the first part of the episode, we see Grissom being kind of apart from Sara: despite her keeping invading his personal space, they works almost always separately, we see them in a scene together only few times and he almost never interacts with her (when he doesn’t shoot her meaningful and lost looks). At one moment, we see him working in solitude listening to an aria. Here, it seems to me, something changes in his mind.
The aria Grissom is listening to when Sara arrives in the room is not a casual one. It's from Leoncavallo's "Pagliacci", an opera revolving around jealousy. The piece of music of the scene, in particular, is “Vesti la giubba” (“Put on the costume”). It is sung at the end of Act I by Canio, who is preparing for the comedy as Pagliaccio despite having just discovered his wife Nedda's betrayal. This aria represents the concept of the "tragic clown," who sustains his comic role without showing any upset, but inwardly experiences a personal drama - which is exactly what Grissom is living at the moment. While he’s there in his melancholic solitude, Sara arrives and stops the music right when Canio is asking himself if he’s even a man, trying to muster courage and enter the stage (instead of just being just a clown ― on the stage and in his personal life). Grissom has not seen her arrive, he’s focused on his papers, and it's only when the music stops that he sees Sara. It's now, I like to think, that something inside his mind changes, now that he's on the edge of facing his destiny, about to renounce to happiness once for all, brave like that part of Titanic's crew who in the bowels of the ship kept the machines working until the last moment before the sinking.
Sara must have appeared beautiful in his eyes - I mean more beautiful than usual. Indeed, throughout the episode she looks really great, fresh, happy. Cheerful. And that makes Grissom's heart bleed. But, all of a sudden, he might have realized that the smile now adorning her face is a different smile. One of those shy smiles she shoots him when she feels embarrassed. Embarrassed because of the feeling that keeps them bound one to the other since they first met.
Let's get back to the beginning of the episode for a moment, just before Grissom implicitly sends Sara to the lab. Warrick notices that one of the chairs he's examining with ALS is dirt with what he thinks is urine and asks confirmation of it to Grissom. He confirms that and explains, "Game like this (poker), leaving the table early could be perceived as a sign of weakness." It's possible that when he finds Sara in front of him more beautiful than it has ever been, Grissom applies this rule to his relationship with her: he decides to not leave the table too early, he decides to fight for her girl. He's indeed a man, not a clown.
In this term, it's curious what he says to Sara when she, upon stopping the music, asks him what he's got. "Suspicious waitress," he replies. It's the reference to something suspicious, something like a "lie" that strikes me. The waitress is lying, if we're talking about the case; but if we render the sentence in a broader and general meaning, a woman is saying or acting falsely. These are the very first words Grissom says to Sara in that scene, "a woman is probably saying or acting falsely". Just like in the case of the statement about the game of poker, let's now apply this new sentence to GSR. The only woman that really is in Grissom's life is Sara. So we might say that Grissom says "the waitress is lying" but he means "you (Sara) are lying. All your cheerfulness is just a façade, the smiles you throw around are just the show of a clown. The very smile you just made now, in this room populated just by you and me, so sweetly and timidly happy ― this is your real smile. And you just made it to me."
It's as if the words of the Leoncavallo's song now shift "owner": they could be applied to Grissom at the beginning of the scene, but could be applied to Sara now. Sara is the one mustering courage to step away from Grissom, despite her feelings ― despite their feelings. She's mustering courage to establish a new relationship with another man, since the one with Grissom seems impossible to achieve. She, like in the opera, exemplifies the entire notion of the "tragic clown": smiling on the outside but crying on the inside.
And we finally arrive at the "Here my present for you, again" moment. Given all that was said before, Grissom interprets this new plant as a means to make Sara remember the secret feeling they’re sharing for each other and make Hank vanish from her mind in any shape or form. As though this new plant could mark a new beginning.
I like to think that it works, in some part ― at the moment, at least. I like to think that in front of the new plant they share a moment of secret intimacy and, at the memory of when they talked about the original plant™, their hearts melt a bit with tenderness. I like to think that when Grissom's explanation concludes, Warrick leaves and they are left alone with all their emotions cradling their hearts and minds. Maybe she tells him something about the plant he doesn't know. Maybe they talk about botany. Science has always kept them together and so now botany becomes the spark igniting a genuine and bright discussion. One of those discussions where they feel free: science is a neutral contest ground, personal matters are not directly involved and this makes them enjoy the discussion unhindered.
Maybe, just like at their first meeting, during a discussion about anthropology, Sara was the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask Grissom to dinner, now, during a discussion about botany, Grissom is the one stalling trying to get the nerve to ask her to dinner.
I like to think that the plant finally ends in Sara's hands. Maybe she asks what it will be of it and Grissom says that she can keep it. "Here's my present to you again," he means.
Alas, we all know what follows in the evolution of the series, and the cold shower Grissoms receives in the following episode. But most importantly, we all know how the story finally ends. 🥰
I probaby missed a lot of points, but I hope you enjoyed the typos at least
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