Alright, so, I’ll start this off by saying I am honestly not an expert on Kakyoin, contrary to popular belief (I’d actually consider myself more of an expert on Jotaro’s character, if anything), but I’m going to do my best to give my views on Kakyoin’s character, as well as some canon evidence to support it, and hopefully it will help a bit.
If you want a great reference of how to write Kakyoin in fic, go read Sand, sand and more sand on AO3, because it’s honestly one of the best depictions of Kak I’ve ever read, and he’s quite close to canon.
Kakyoin is pretty snarky. He’s subtle about it, but he’s also kind of a shithead. He’s polite most of the time, but it seems to be more of a setting he defaults to when he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable around the people he’s with. We have quite a few quips from him as examples of this, such as him laughing at andd mocking Anne during the dark blue moon arc, and saying she couldn’t possibly be the stand user on board, and in the Geb and N'Doul fight where he orders Polnareff to attack the canteen because he “doesn’t want to”. He also at one point responds to Polnareff saying “this looks bad!” with, “well it most certainly isn’t good.”
He’s blunt, but this also means that he’s honest. He dislikes liars, and prefers that everything is set out before him clearly and plainly as opposed to someone that is clearly dancing around the subject.
He also seems like quite the know-it-all, and likes being right; and he’s probably the type to argue with someone even if he knows he’s wrong. He seems to genuinely enjoy teaching the crusaders about the culture of all the places they visit on their journey, and he has the ability to retain all of that information to recant to them, as well. It seems to be somewhat of an interest of his.
And then there’s this, of course…
The cherry thing is something that kind of bothers me in fandom and fic. Yes; Kakyoin says that cherries are his favourite fruit. Child Kakyoin has cherries on his shirt (keep in mind that the scene with child kakyoin is added in my DavidPro and is not technically canon). BUT, it doesn’t mean that he has to have everything cherry-related. It’s a seriously overused trait in fandom to the point that it just becomes annoying. Kak can have a coffee without it having to be cherry flavoured. Just remember that he canonically enjoys lots of different foods, and that he doesn’t need to exclusively eat cherries and cherry flavoured things. He probably likes to eat foods from all different cultures.
Video games: There is evidence to suggest that Kakyoin spends a LOT of time playing F-Mega, however, this doesn’t mean that his extreme knowledge of the tracks and mechanics applies to every video game in existence. He’s a teenager, with no friends in the 80’s, of course he’s going to spend time playing video games. But back in the 80s, people often only had one or two games, so it’s likely that he has simply replayed F-Mega a LOT, to the point of knowing it by heart. I know the levels of Mario 3 extremely well, simply because I played them over and over again as a kid. If you are fixated on a single game for extended periods of time (especially if it’s the only game you own), you are of course going to know the game well. Knowing a lot about a single game does not mean that he’s obsessed with video games, and does not necessarily mean that he’s a shut-in, and never goes outside.
Also keep in mind that he says that he’s “pretty good at video games”. He doesn’t claim to be great at them, and since we’ve already established that Kakyoin is quite blunt, it would be out of character to assume that he’s being humble here. He literally means that he’s just “pretty good” at them. No more, no less.
His real-world experience is vast, and it’s also mentioned that his parents take him many places on vacation. He’s been to a lot of places, and retains cultural knowledge. It’s not as if he’s read it in books: he’s actually been to these places before, and he mentions it frequently. This suggests that he gets out quite a bit, and also kind of suggests that maybe he isn’t quite the model student type in school.
Kakyoin doesn’t appear to be the honours student & straight A’s type. He doesn’t think twice about skipping out on his new school to travel to Egypt, and as I said before, his knowledge appears to come more from first-hand experience rather than school studies (and I bet he missed more than a few of his classes due to the trips that he and his parents took). He’s a know-it-all, but it doesn’t mean that he does well in school.
On the other hand, Jotaro IS a model student, despite his delinquent status. It’s more likely that Jotaro would be the one helping Kakyoin with his homework.
(He might disrespect his teachers, but he still gets good grades, and let’s not forget that he becomes a marine biologist later in life.)
Kakyoin’s profile also mentions that he “appears very effeminite”. This is another thing that is often misinterpreted. His appearence may be somewhat feminine, and he takes pride in how he looks, but his personality and mannerisms are not inherently feminine.
He hates being forced into submission, and this is the reason why he despises Dio so much. Dio took advantage of his vulnerability and the fact that Kak didn’t have any friends to use him as his pawn. He drew Kak in, made him feel wanted, needed, and then took control of his mind and body.
“He appears to be very effeminate. In reality, he despises submitting to people or sucking up to them.” - Taken directly from his canon personality description.
Another thing that people seem to miss is the fact that he’s extremely sadistic. He says himself that Heirophant “loves nothing more than to rip things to shreds” and that it might “drive him mad with joy”. He likes being in control of the situation, remember. He probably hates losing fights, as well (especially since he could be considered a weakling for losing).
Kakyoin also seems to like Baseball, judging by his profile naming a favourite team, and sumo, as we all know from his exchange with Jotaro.
One of the things that fandom does definitely get right, is Kakyoin being the mother hen of the group. He’s taken on the role of the responsible one, because Joseph is… far from being an adult. He’s strategic and thinks everything out logically, and so is the mature one of the group, especially after Avdol’s “death”. He appears to be content to follow Joseph, but when it’s needed, he steps up and becomes the leader in his place. This is seen when Jotaro, Joseph and Polnareff start physically fighting random men that they suspect are the one in the Wheel of Fortune car, to which he says that, “this is not a good idea,” and that it’s, “getting out of hand”. It’s also seen in the tower of grey fight where he mentions that it’s better that he fights on the plane, because he’s the least destructive of the bunch (even though he’s capable of blasting holes into clock towers, apparently his emerald splash isn’t destructive; okay Kak…).
He’s also fiercely protective of his friends, and extremely loyal as well. Kakyoin isn’t the type to abandon his friends in any circumstance.
He’s a CASANOVA. While Jotaro draws more unwanted attention from girls due to his bad boy façade, Kakyoin is slick and smooth with them, so much so that they notice him more over Jotaro. He’s quick to diffuse the situation when Jotaro pushes the girls aside (again, in the tower of grey arc), and it’s just… yes.
Just look at this. You can bet your ass he’s not the type to blush and stutter as he’s confessing. Straight up grabbing the girl and apologizing for Jotaro. Smooth as butter.
Here are some other scenes that might be able to explain his character a bit better as well:
Mouthing off to Joseph- Jotaro approves.
This line is wonderful. (Again, to Joseph? It’s almost like they have this kind of rivalry going on, haha)
Some really good insight to his character and motivations (And one of my favourite Jotakak moments).
The anime kind of makes this out to be a sort of “Kakyoin mocking Polnareff” scene, but in the manga he seems like he’s just stating what he heard. Pretty matter-of-fact about the whole situation.
I believe that this is the first moment that Kakyoin really realizes that he and any of his companions can die at any moment. Avdol has been shot, and he’s in complete shock. This is a normal teenager that’s now painfully aware of the danger he’s putting himself in to help out Jotaro and Joseph. Sure, he realized that he would be involved in fights, and a little blood would be shed for the greater good, but I don’t think he had realized up to this point that he might actually die.
And here’s Kakyoin’s character bio.
It’s also notable that he didn’t tell his parents where he was going prior to leaving. This doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s in bad standing with his parents (especially since his dying thoughts were of them), and could possibly be because he didn’t want to worry them, or something of the sort, but the fact remains that he didn’t tell them beforehand. Take from this what you will.
So yeah, this is what I get from Kakyoin. He’s kind, loyal to a fault, and deeply in love with Jotaro– and he’s a pretty complex character to write. Don’t feel like you need to take all of this into account, because it’s hard to keep his entire character intact with fanfiction. A lot of his personality comes across in facial expressions, so it’s sometimes difficult to translate that into non-visual media. Just refer back to canon if you aren’t sure of something, and you should be fine. Good luck!
*moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
There's something you want, isn't there?
There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
What do you need a record player for?
My record collection.
I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
*later at hipster's apartment*
So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
*coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
Uh, that's not Sufjan.
It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
*stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
*days later at the record store*
Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
*hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
Hmm, maybe there is.
*back at the apartment*
*turns on record player and just listens*
...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
Can you hear me?
Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
*turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
*listens to the record player for hours*
Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
*nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
*backs away in fear*
HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
*unplugs record player*
*gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
*rotting viscera falls from the record player*
O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
*turns record player back on*
...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
*hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
*tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
*silently cleans up the mess*
*some time later*
*calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
*the next afternoon*
So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
I see. Was he ever a doctor?
That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
Oh, okay then.
*some days later*
Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
But you won't have anything to play your records on.
Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
• dUN DA DA DA DUN DUN DUN EEEAAAUUUOUUU
• everyone clapped for SO LONG when anthony enters like damn
• brandon SLAYED as burr tonight
• anthony had SO MUCH ENERGY like SHIT SON this boy was TURNT
• i didn’t know just how uninterested burr is during my shot he liTERALLY READS A BOOK IN THE CORNER BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• brrRRRRAAHH brrRRRRAAHH
• thayne has a booty???
• my shot choreography is LIT AF
• there’s a cool transition between my shot and story of tonight and i really appreciate it
• oNE LAST ROUND GENTS
• okay WOW i understand why everyone ships lams so much now
• john and alex totally fucked that night and no one can convince me otherwise like even later during farmer refuted john be walkin funny boi got laaaaaaid
• at first when peggy enters she looks excited then she realize where she is and imMEDIATELY LOOKS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• eliza is literally just dragging peggy behind her the whole time wtf
• eVeRyOnE??? is here during this song i did NOT expect that
• hEED NOT THE R-
• LITERALLY poor sam tho he came out to have a good time and got so attacked rn
• the rest of the hamilsquad has to distract burr so he can’t stop alex and i LOVE THAT DETAIL
• aMERICA, ITS NOT ME ITS YOU
• the choreography for you’ll be back is not what i expected AT ALL and it’s EVEN BETTER
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN
• rip ensemble member
• hErE cOmEs ThE gEnErAl
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN (reprise)
• no wonder washington is so petty BURR JUST SHOWED UP UNANNOUNCED IN HIS TENT AND ASKED FOR A JOB
• “close the door on ur way out” OHHHHHHHH
• alternatively: “close the door on ur way out” “we’re in a tent sir”
• that end choreography looks hard damn
• cARLEIGH HEY
• hEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
• the lanterns are cool
• ANTHONY DABBED DURING HELPLESS
• MY HEART
• flower girl hercules mulligan is my spirit animal
• what if #2830404827: what if hamilton was a harem anime
• salty unrequited romance song (feat. sisterly bonds and shit)
• wOAH THE REWIND CHOREOGRAPHY IS JUST HOLY S H I T
• tHIS IS FUCKING AMAZING THO LIKE THE ANGELICA POV DAMN
• bUT NOW SHELL NEVER BE SATISFIED
• tHERES HOPE FOR OUR ASS AFTER ALL
• the “you are the worst burr” line is even funnier live bAHAHAHAHAHAH
• why do i feel like theodosia isn’t real like that story is pretty fishy to me i mean a pretty girl?? married to a British officer?? who we never see ever?? *puts on skepticals*
• wAIT FOR IT (that cheeseburger i ordered an hour ago, where the fuck is it??)
• wait for it is such a small number live AS IT SHOULD BE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE
• PREACHA PREACHA PREACHA
• TEACH YA TEACH YA TEACH YA
• everyone hates that guy vol. 1
• CHARLES LEE ™
• yES KICK HIS ASS JOHN
• counting to ten with increasing energy and homoeroticism ™
• the sexual tension between john and charles in this is fucking INSANE
• WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS
• THIS IS LIKE HAMILTON’S VERSION OF “I DONT DANCE” FROM FUCKING HSM2
• of course john shoots him he’s fucking amazing
• LEE FLAT OUT YELPS WHEN HE GETS SHOT AND JUST FLOPS ON THE FLOOR AHAHAHAHAH
• eVERYBODY DO THE FLOP
• daddy issues vol.1
• dOnT cAlL mE sOn
• eliza sings about support and that’s about it
• bUNS and cHIPS and sEVERAL TYPES OF DIPS
• jk I can rap the whole thing
• bish u thot
• sICK JUMPS
• GET YER RIGHT HAND MAN BACK
• wait at least think about the letter you sending first tho
• i think you misspelled “right” dude
• daddy issues resolved song
• history has its eyeeeeeees ooooon-wait we have to fight a war fuck
• lets go win ourselves a war bitches
• monsieur hamilton MONSIEUR L A F A Y E T T E
• the CHOREOGRAPHY
• everyone claps at the end of the dance sequence AS THEY SHOULD
• that’s a big ass flag u sure that’s a handkerchief lafayette?
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.1
• when he says “im so blue” he stamps his foot and the spotlight he’s in changes from red to blue bAHAHAHAHAH
• WELL GUESS WHAT?? YOU CANT GOVERN FOR SHIT AHAHAHAHHA
• “bye felicia” - king george III
• dear theodoge what 2 say 2 u
• the CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEM MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THEYRE STANDING OVER CRIBS
• uH OH
• JOHN NO
• J O H N
• having to watch the rest of the hamilsquad reading the letter in the back does NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
• [through tears from last song] a-a…after the war i went back to n-new york
• this whole songs choreography is just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOW
• eVERYONE IS HERE WOAH
• rUN TO THE BATHROOMS
• pICK UP THE HAMILTINI
• bUY A TSHIRT
• rUN BACK
• [JAZZ HANDS]
• oh damn the slaves are here
• S A L L Y H E M I N G S I S H E R E
• thomas we are engaged.
• seth is having WAYYYYYYY too much fun
• gonna just prance around here
• ITS THE RAP BATTLE
• THEY HAVE MICROPHONES
• JEFF DROPS THE MIC AND MADISON CATCHES IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
• cabinet audience is unamused
• [PRANCES WILDLY] WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO
• i love that tjeffs is totally chill until alex insults mads and he immediately just is like NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND
• exCUSE ME?!?????
• “that’s an order from your comman-i mean president”
• UN DEUX TROIS
• PHILIP MY BABY
• CAN YOU NOT DIE JUST THIS ONE SHOW
• ANTHONY WENT BALLISTIC WHEN HE SAID CINQ LIKE HE SUDDENLY WAS LIKE “un deux trois catre CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINQ”
• oh please angelica your comma flirting is nothing compared to the shit alex and john exchanged
• my love interests are either upstate or dead therefore i shall have an affair and immediately regret it
• NOOOOOOO SIRRRR
• i like the lampposts they look nice
• I NEED TO BE AT THAT DINNER PARTY
• alex still looks shook from his affair at the beginning of room where it happens lmao
• PREVIOUSLY CLOSED, BROS
• OSHIT THAT TABLECLOTH JUST
• burr does some shit vol.1
• “daddys gonna find out any minute” [velociraptor screeching in background] “…..im sure he already knows”
• BURR BYE 👋
• DADDYS CALLING
• salt squad unite
• I LOVE THAT BURR JUST POPS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND JEFF LOOKS SO SHOOK WHEN HE STARTS RANDOMLY SINGING
• wHICH I WROTE
• i dIDNT KNOW HE WASNT ONSTAGE UNTIL THAT LINE
• daddy issues vol.2
• im sorry but fucking what
• shut up and have a drink
• ALEX TAKES MULTIPLE SHOTS BEFORE WRITING THE ADDRESS AAHAHHAHAAHHA SAMEEEEEEEEE
• THAYNE IS WEARING A FANCY HAT
• [WEEPS] GEORGE WASHINGTONS GOING HOME
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.2
• JOHN ADAMS FFFFFFFFFFF
• GEORGE STAYS ON AND MIMICS BURR AHAHHAHAHAH
• SIT DOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER
• they all enter one by one and you can just see alex get more and more stressed out with each one that comes in
• IM GONNA JUST REVEAL MY AFFAIR FOR NO GOOD REASON TO MY ENEMIES WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA I NEED TO TELL THE WORLD FIRST
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA EITHER FUCK
• oF COURSE SHES NOT HERE FOR YOU NUMBNUTS
• [is lowkey salty about congratulations not existing]
• the song sounds so serious on the album but the choreography makes it SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAH
• GEORGE IS HERE
• HOLY SHIT THERES ACTUAL FIRE IN BURN
• SHIT SON
• oh no
• OH NO
• O H N O
• [CRIES FOREVER]
• [CRIES SOME MORE]
• wait there’s an election fuck
• vOTE BURR BITCHES
• hE DIDNT VOTE BURR BITCHES
• OH NO
• O H N O
• THIS IS WHY YOU DONT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT
Dude the mom blackhat hc's are freaking awesome especially the PTA one, so I'm wondering what he would do if he was chaperoning a school field trip, like taking the kids to a zoo or a museum 😊
((So just for the record, I’m gonna try to go through my entire askbox now that finals are over, answering the pre-hiatus ones first. (Thank you for your patience.) on the other hand I’m gonna be stuck on mobile for about a week so please bear with me on any weird formatting or typos. It’s good to be back.))
“What do you mean you need another chaperone?!?” “Boss please Joey’s mom got sick at the last moment and there aren’t any other volunteers!” “FUCK that, I’m not spending my one chance to have the house to myself on a bus with disgusting children.”
“………Boss did I mention that we’re going to a museum”
“FLUG GET MY RANSACKING-SACK, WE’RE GOING LOOTING.”
congrats flug. on one hand, now the entire class gets to go to the museum. on the other hand, BH is going to pull a heist
BH shows up in his civilian dad disguise and forces himself through gross pleasantries with the other parents
“Why yes, Karen, this is a new hat. Thank you for noticing. No Louise, I’ll be happy to take your shift during lunch. It’s not a problem.” (really, it isnt. he has clones ready for this shit)
“…..helen.” “Mr. Trueba. How, lovely, to see you.” “Really, the honor is mine. It must have taken quite the necromancer to get you out of the crypt this morning.”
It’s honestly impressive how BH manages to not kill anyone on the bus ride there. especially when Dementia started singing “The Wheels On the Bus”
They get to the museum in one piece somehow and BH promptly tries to fuck off to do reconnaissance but. Nope. Apparently he has a group of children to lead. Fuck.
“Alright kids on your left you can see whatever the fuck this piece of shit is supposed to be. And on your left there’s a statue; that’s pretty cool I guess.”
“People actually PAY for this shit?? –Flug I have an idea holy fuck” “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna say ev–” “EVIL PAINTINGS!!” “…”
Dementia is literally wearing a child leash so that she doesn’t go run around breaking the expensive things in this museum. 5.0.5 is the one holding the leash. He’s a registered “therapy dog.” Dementia is holding 5.0.5’s leash. Symbiosis at its finest.
BH sneaks away during lunch, when he promptly makes use of all the intel he’s gained on the museum’s security systems, and casually steals half the art gallery.
He stores all the stolen art in his pocket’s pocket dimension. Gotta love using the void as a purse.
so the museum trip goes pretty well, all things considered. It’s the Zoo Incident that’s a disaster.
It starts off fine enough; 5.0.5 has a lovely time at the butterfly garden and Demencia has looted the gift shop.
BH spends a very long time staring at the squid and octopus exhibits with an odd expression on his face
But everything goes to shit once they get to the tiger exhibit. BH has been so well-behaved, he can’t just leave without having caused some mayhem. He has a reputation to uphold.
The victim he chooses is some student who has been tapping on the glass of the various enclosures since the start of the trip. BH can appreciate a good rule-breaker, but not a fucking annoying one. And little Sammy or whoever the fuck is taking the cake.
So, he does what any respectable person would do. One minute the kid’s yelling for the tiger to “stop being boring and come out of it’s den already”, the next moment he realizes he’s in the exhibit
BH (and the other students) laugh and watch him run around in circles from an excited-looking tiger. The security team get there before anything can happen, unfortunately. BH and the children collectively groan.
He gets yelled at later by Helen for “letting a kid get stuck in the tiger cage” but counters that with his own yell about how “a piece of shit brat like that deserved a smaller cage with more tigers.”
Needless to say, he’s banned from chaperoning. That’s fine. (It was his plan all along). Still, might as well pull one final trick for his last hurrah.
As the students make their way back to the busses, BH casually snaps his fingers. On cue, every single lock on the animal enclosures open at once.
“What was that?” “Oh, nothing. Probably. Let’s just get onto the bus. Now.”
Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.
That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.
Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.
“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”
Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”
Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”
Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”
“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”
“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”
Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”
“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.
That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.
What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.
Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.
He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.
The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.
Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.
Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.
The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.
“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.
“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.
“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”
Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him.
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”
Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”
That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”
“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says.
Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”
Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”
“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”
“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises.
“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”
Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.
“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.
That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”
“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”
He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”
“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”
Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way.
He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…
“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.
“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”
It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.
“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”
Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”
“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”
The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.
“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”
God this arc frustrates me to no end because i just CANT figure it out…!
Lets break it down… Theres multiple realities, our canon night vale and the 1983 night vale. Potentially more. We already know about our night vale, but what do we know about the 1983 reality?
Following that, episode 33- “Casettes” likely is also part of 1983. The movement Cecil kept noticing in that episode and the one in 106 “filings” are probably one in the same. Kind of.
Leonard Burton met a very very grisly fate, but it may be unrelated to the end of the world the tapes warned us about.
The end of the world
My proposal: nuclear bomb. Or something.
Cal seems to have radiation poisoning, similar to that of the victims who survived Hiroshima.
More subtly, look at the way Cecil spoke of the end of the world in “Best Of?”. He spoke with urgency, but as if it were too late. This end of the world was sprung suddenly on night vale, theres enough time for cecil to talk to his listeners one final time but not enough time to get to safety. It couldn’t be a slow apocalyptic situation that takes time to develop, such as zombies, and its not an instantaneous thing. Theres enough time before the end for cecil and the residents of night vale to live their last moments in despair and terror.
Bethany didn’t. Didn’t what? Survive? Many people didn’t that year. Meaning that some people DID. People such as Cal who are now terribly irradiated and absolutely dying.
Now for the third and fourth possible realities:
The miniature city under the desert flower bowling alley and arcade fun complex
having the same residents, all apparently unaware that they exist in a smaller version of the town above them, its not infeesable that our night vale is also a miniature unaware of the larger, identical town housing them.
a vague yet menacing government agency steals the miniature cities buildings, perhaps a similar thing is happening with the disappearing buildings in night vale, probably not, but its a fun notion to humor.
Normal Night Vale
A normal town where everything is normal and nothing weird happens ever.
this is mostly inspired by the fact that cecil referred to bethany in present tense, bethany doesnt exist in our night vale and has been dead and gone for who knows how long in 1983. Meaning the memory of her still existing isn’t in canon OR 1983, potentially pointing to another reality where shes still alive and well.
the same thing goes for danas father, that reality is good enough for dana to abandon her night vale, meaning its probably not an irradiated wasteland.
Theres likely infinite other timelines, carlos mentioning quantum physics and the multiverse and all. But these four are the notable ones.
Other notable things are the existence of huntokhar, the distant prince, and the woman from Italy all currently existing in or approaching night vale. These three characters are related to eachother somehow, im sure of it. Coincidences dont happen in night vale. But the question is how? And WHY?
Ive written theories about this before but ive always had a sneaking suspicion that night vale isnt real. Even in the podcasts own canon, i dont think it exists on the same plane as everything else. Cecil makes mentions to the rest of america and the government but doesn’t know common states, when night vale sent a distress call for help to the american government after valentines day the government didnt take them seriously. When looking at a map of america cecil said it was wrong, recognizable but wrong, showing that theres a clear disconnect between night vale and the rest of the country, neither quite knowing the other.
Time is strange in night vale. Carlos himself said that time doesnt work there. This is furthered by the professor at the university of what it is when she came in serve for carlos saying that hes been missing for DECADES. By that point carlos had only been in night vale for, what, three years? But nope. Hes been missing for DECADES.
Something, best shown in the book, is that its hard to leave night vale. It was said that it was hard to come and go in the podcast, but the book showed diane crayton trying and failing REPEATEDLY. She always ended up back in night vale even when she logically shouldnt have. What makes it so hard to find and leave?
Also the dog park. The dog park is the only way to easily leave night vale but still makes return very very difficult. Something we often forget is that carlos and dana are the exception, not the rule. Most people in the dog park are still unable to return to night vale.
So i propose that night vale isnt in the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. Not isolated nessecarily, the fictional countries cecil has gone to are on the same plane, but far away and inconvienient. Imagine night vale as an island of abnormality in the sea of our real world. The dog park is the most viable gateway between the reality where night vale exists and where night vale doesnt, the empty desert is where night vale WOULD stand but in this reality (our reality) its just an empty desert where no one decided to build a small town. Since portals between realities are much less common in the real world than in night vale it would make returning EXTREMELY difficult.
I think that maybe, just maybe, the woman from Italy, the distant prince, and huntokhar are trying to merge night vale with reality. That timelines are ripping apart and blending together becaude they NEED to be combined to assimilate into the real world. Night vale might be turning into a normal town, and those who refuse to escape to the new reality being presented to them will have their realities crumble around them. Perhaps THATS what happened to the miniature cities sky.
Lance continued to stare determinedly
at the door. Any moment now, he told himself, Keith is
going to break down that door, and get us out of here. We just have
to stay patient. What’s that thing Shiro always says to Keith to calm
him down? Patience yields focus.
“How’re you holding up?” Matt
asked again, looking over at Lance with concern.
“’M good,” Lance answered shortly.
Matt eyed him skeptically, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to say any
more. Talking had become a conscious effort, and a painful one.
Lance’s breath came out in short
gasps, and the wound had still not stopped bleeding. Granted,
the sword had stabbed straight through, but Lance had been applying
pressure ever since he woke up.
Still, without any proper medical
supplies, his efforts didn’t do much. Both Matt and Lance neglected
to address the slowly growing pool of blood under the blue paladin.
1/3 i love your clexa writing and ive got a topic that isnt the nicest but im hoping youll still discuss it. lets not gloss over clarkes faults just cause shes the other half of our ship. we all know shes manipulative, cunning and stubborn. she has manipulated and used lexa more than once. i think these incidents all happened early on tho? so ok not so bad i guess? i dont like how she acted so hypocritically later on(killing Emerson), even tho she did come around. still, she went there. but my
biggest issue is when she proposed blood must not have blood. i have no doubt lexa made the choice cause its something shes always wanted as well. but did clarke fully know that? did clarke even consider the further risk to the grounders(more villages attacked) and to lexas very life this would bring? she seemed to be having a one track mind and only considering the well being of her people, not the grounders, not lexa. when titus out right tells her lexas life is at risk, she doesnt offer up anything. doesnt ask if theres anything that can be done to lessen the risk, doesnt propose a new compromise, doesnt seem concerned with anything other than making sure not one of her ppl are harmed. ‘including’(one must assume) the killers as well. it bothers me that she didnt seem too concerned with the risks this huge thing lexa was doing(cause she seemed shocked when lexa agreed, i dont think she knew how much lexa also wanted peace) was going to bring about upon lexa and her people
Ok um. I wouldn’t say she ever “used” Lexa. Tried to manipulate, yeah, but she never downright used her. And you’re right, the most memorable incidents happen early on, see Clarke’s bluff about being able to cure the Reapers, twisting and omitting certain events in regards to Anya’s death, trying (and failing) to convince Lexa to spare Finn. Clarke is good with words, she’s always been. She’s extremely clever and her power of persuasion is impressive. Think about all the characters she convinced to do something she wanted at least once by using the right words, from Bellamy to Nia the list could be endless.
You’re not the only one who has issues with how they handled “blood must not have blood”, so I’m not going to defend what happened 100%. But it’s pointless to criticize poor writing now, so I’m only going to focus on what we got in the show, not the what-ifs. Yes, Clarke definitely reflected on what to say to Lexa; as I said, she’s masterful at understanding what to say and how to say it depending on the circumstances. Her main concern when she first makes that proposition to Lexa is that her people survive. Clarke doesn’t want the people she loves and many other innocents to pay for the actions of a few. So she makes that shocking suggestion. But how shocking is it, really? How shocking is it for Lexa?
First, I want to focus on this brief exchange between Lexa and Indra. (x)
They are discussing about the best way to proceed, and as it’s clear from their grave voices and faces, the answer isn’t as simple as it appears. “In a day’s time we lay waste to Arkadia,” Lexa said right after finding out what happened. She was furious in that moment, and had the right to be. She found 300 of her people slaughtered for no reason, and Indra, one of her most trusted people, told her that Skaikru reject peace and demand land. So she calls for blood. But when her initial rage settles down and she starts thinking more logically about what her next move should be, we get this moment with Indra, and we see that she’s incredibly worried about what is supposed to be the obvious “solution” too. War. Because that’s not a simple solution at all, and the outcome is not at all certain. They have the numbers, sure, but Skaikru has guns. This never ending issue is even brought up again by Clarke in the latest ep of the show, when she’s negotiating with Roan.
It’s not as easy as it seems, Lexa knows that. That’s why she is so concerned. Not to mention that we have been told repeatedly in the show just how different Lexa is. It has been established that she is a visionary, that she doesn’t take joy in violence, that unlike her predecessors she doesn’t want war, she wants unity and peace.
Now, why am I saying all this? To show that Clarke’s proposition and Lexa’s subsequent decision don’t come out of the blue. Clarke doesn’t have to make her way in Lexa’s head and warp her thoughts: those thoughts are already there. I feel the need to bring up the script, because it makes what I’m trying to say even more evident.
See what I mean? Even if they come out on top, Lexa is well aware that there can be no winners in a clash of this kind. No matter who prevails, it will be a bloodbath anyway. And that’s when Clarke comes in. She gets there and suggests that Lexa changes things. Indra is quick to remind Clarke that blood must have blood, to which Clarke replies “Really? Because from where I stand the only way that ends is with everyone dead.” If you look at the script, that’s exactly what Lexa was thinking too, BEFORE Clarke said anything.
If we talk about attempts at manipulation, I actually would like to compare this scene to the conversation Clarke and Lexa have in 2x08, when Clarke is trying to convince Lexa to spare Finn. They start in a similar way.
LEXA: You bleed for nothing. You can’t stop this. CLARKE: No. Only you can.
LEXA: Tell us, Clarke. How does this end? Have you come up with a way to save your people yet again? CLARKE: No. Only you can do that.
Albeit extremely similar, note the difference there is already between these two exchanges. Yes, there is bitterness in Lexa’s voice, and maybe even the hint of sarcasm, but still, she is open to listening to what Clarke has to say, whereas in 2x08 she tells Clarke there’s no point in discussing (and bleeding). And then we get to the way Clarke tries to approach Lexa, which is strikingly different. (x)
Let’s focus on 2x08. Clarke goes for Lexa’s psyche. She takes that little information she received about Lexa, mixes it with her assumptions about how Grounders are, and she tries to use all that to influence Lexa and make her do what she wants, which is release Finn. What does she tell Lexa?
To give a proof of her power. She is flattering Lexa, telling her she is powerful, hoping Lexa will be more easily convinced if she appreciates her strength.
To show that she is merciful. She has already had proof of Lexa being a merciful person, and Lincoln confirmed it as well. So she shows Lexa she recognizes this characteristic that she has come to realize is important to Lexa, and encourages her to do something that will make other people consider her merciful too.
To not act like a savage. She’s telling Lexa that that’s how her people will see her if she does this, not as the merciful leader, but as a barbarian basically. She is telling her to prove them wrong.
Clarke’s words fall flat, though. She is trying to influence Lexa’s decision, yes, with a speech that sounds very much like Clarke is saying Lexa can elevate herself from the “status” of savage that the Sky People have applied to the majority of the grounders. It all sounds too much like Lexa has to prove something to the Sky People, like it is important that Lexa impresses them positively, almost like she has to prove the good guys that she isn’t a bad guy. But Lexa doesn’t care about impressing them, definitely doesn’t care about the Sky People considering her a bad guy or a savage. “We are what we are.” She sees what Clarke is trying to do and she doesn’t fall for it. It’s not accidental that when Clarke stops trying to manipulate her and instead uses more personal arguments, Lexa doesn’t shut her down as coldly as she did at first but instead replies to her, “But Finn is guilty […] Then he dies for you.” and eventually even lets Clarke say goodbye.
So here you have the failed attempt at manipulation. Instead let’s look at 3x05 now.
There is no beating around the bush here. Clarke tells it like is. Her people did something horrible. And Clarke doesn’t even think about trying to justify them. She’s past that mentality of Sky People being better than Grounders that was still in place in 2x08 (even if progress had been made already). Here, she knows her people are in the wrong and what they did was awful. So no, I don’t think that she is trying to manipulate Lexa, even if only because she knows that Lexa is right in wanting justice. Of course Clarke is not going to say “Go ahead, kill them all.” There are people she loves in Arkadia, people she knows have nothing to do with what Pike and his group did. She talks to Lexa, she suggests an alternative to war (which we already saw it’s not what Lexa wants) and she argues her position with powerful words, because we’ve seen that Clarke is very good at doing that. But it’s all in Lexa’s hands really. Clarke never tries to insinuate her thoughts into Lexa’s mind.
You know, I’m thinking about 2x08, about how Clarke told Lexa to prove herself, and I’m thinking about manipulation techniques. The events of Hakeldama take place a few days after Lexa bowed before Clarke and swore fealty to her. Now imagine if during her conversation with Lexa in 3x05, Clarke had said something like “Show me your words weren’t empty. Show me your vow is real.”
THAT would have been a true attempt at manipulating Lexa. But it never happens. She doesn’t manipulate Lexa, she reasons with her. I think it’s important to notice that Clarke tried to reason with her people too in this same episode, and she failed. Her discussion with Bellamy was a complete disaster, and she couldn’t even get to Pike. Look at what she tells Lexa. (x)
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always considered this line right here pretty big. Clarke is placing her trust in Lexa here, she is trusting Lexa to do what her people didn’t, to be better than them. I don’t know, I’ve always found that a pretty huge deal. So no, I can’t really bring myself to say Clarke manipulated Lexa here.
As for what you said about not listening to Titus, I think it’s important to remember that their conversation takes place in 3x06, the episode that features the return of Emerson, who is the personification of Clarke’s demons. She is upset for the majority of the episode, she is so desperate to run away from what she did that she doesn’t think twice about agreeing with Titus that Emerson deserves death, basically going against everything she and Lexa discussed at the end of 3x05 and the beginning of 3x06. Is she being an hypocrite? Yes. And we’re supposed to see her as such, because we’re supposed to perceive how deeply her guilt is conditioning her. The narrative makes sure we see her hypocrisy, via Lexa’s words, “So blood must not have blood applies only when it is my people who bleed”, and Clarke’s reply to that sounds very much like a justification. So it’s not a surprise that she doesn’t listen to Titus when he comes talk to her in her room, she’s not in the right state of mind to do that. Also I would like to point out that this is Clarke’s face when Titus tells her Lexa’s life could be in danger. (x)
Even as upset as she is about Emerson, you can still see that she is worried for Lexa. Definitely not indifferent.
Also, I would advise reading this analysis by @spacewalkeravenreyes in regards to the connection between 3x06 and 3x12, the episode in which Clarke kills Emerson, but what she did wasn’t hypocritical. Her killing him doesn’t deny the importance of her sparing him in 3x06.
Anyway, this got far too long. TL;DR I don’t think Clarke manipulated Lexa with “Blood Must Not Have Blood”. Clarke is smart and cunning and yes, she can be manipulative too when she wants to, but she is not the devious, evil snake sometimes the fandom takes her for.
i feel like theres a lot of misconceptions when it comes to how people see/think polyamory is so like. here’s a small reminder for people who may or may not be polyamorous that:
a polyamorous relationship isn’t restricted to just a 3 person relationship
just because person A may be romantically involved with person B and C does not mean that person B and C must also be romantically involved
polyamory isn’t an exclusive right for someone to go get 3 new partners while being involved with one. all parties must consent and give a clear okay that the relationship is good to go. if one or more of your partners doesn’t feel comfortable with another partner being introduced to the relationship then that must be respected
there’s nothing wrong with acting differently with each partner! openly expressing affection to one partner but being more casual and friendly with another doesn’t mean you like the other any less
this one is obvious but communication!!!!! its super important!!!!!! communicate any problems, any doubts, any concerns!!!!!! don’t bottle it up just because you’re afraid of upsetting your other partners because your feelings matter too. everyone should be happy in/with the relationship and you shouldn’t sacrifice your happiness just to please your other partner
and most importantly, being in a poly relationship doesn't make you “selfish” or “greedy” or whatever else and it is not cheating. poly relationships are valid.
So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.
I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)
“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that
booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”
“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta
think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”
The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”,
which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the
decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of
the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts
with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his
taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out
trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed
with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages
begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another
piece of ass.
Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He
watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly,
talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie
City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw
day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that
Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:
“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said
one. “That’s a Galvantula.”
“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other.
“The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass?
I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked
at me an’ I threw West side at her!”
“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his
friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n
I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass
using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to
think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”
Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just
about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another
grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a
rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.
“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for
ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to
swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the
He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good,
that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a
hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large
hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.
“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked
harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good
beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed
to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he
hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into
Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you
immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was
about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you
by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your
“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your
back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”
She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.
“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag
and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a
bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula,
Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”
Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes
widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He
tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your
captivating glance rendered him mute.
“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking
it gratefully. “You found my bag!”
“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes
as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no
idea how much it means to her!”
Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed
with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him
and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t
help but understand what the grunts were talking about.
Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a
sunhat to your cute feet.
“…Welcome…” he muttered.
“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still
holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something?
You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”
He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was
that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through
the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.
This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.
I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake
I don’t know exactly
how to say this
I’ve been sitting
here staring at the blank page for ten minutes
Why did you have
to be the Mage’s Heir?
I wish this
didn’t have to be so hard to say
Crowley, this is
together all this time and
Bet you thought I
I don’t hate you
I can’t even
explain what I
Why did we have
to be enemies?
I love you Simon
He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he
storms towards me I see the letter in his hand.
I brace myself.
“When did you even write this?” I begin.
looks taken aback. “What does that have
to do with anything?”
why did you have to write it today?”
April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”
just it,” I say, my voice getting louder.
“Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a
exactly that reason.”
what am I supposed to think?”
gives me a look. “Think whatever you
want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”
glare up at him a second longer. His
eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.
mouth is right there, and his lips
look soft like his hair.
wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.
I wonder if he’ll reach up…
I’ll have to reach down…
I’m even brave enough…
I’m not brave enough.
step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or
before one of us closes the distance.
wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck
you”, but I don’t.
turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same
magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.
wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.
Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank,
but when else am I supposed to tell him?
When else would he take it with a grain of salt?
he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.
hope it makes him hate me. I hope he
burns it in front of me. I hope he makes
me burn it with my own fire.
wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.
the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.
I could have kissed him.
I wanted to kiss him.
outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before
pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.
Simon, what’s up?”
squeeze my eyes shut. “You’ve got to
almost kissed Baz.”
I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and
the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.
wrong with me, Penny?”
shoot him a look. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him,
“you’re just scared.”
I hate him, right?”
you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”
I must,” he insists, “I always have.”
is this even coming from?” I ask. He
hands me a folded slip of paper. A
letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.
was on my bed this morning.”
do realize this is probably a prank, right?”
that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”
I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you
than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”
why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”
I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole
life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you
hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”
doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.
almost kissed whom?”
shakes his head. “I’m not really sure
you want to kiss him?”
a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods. “Why would I want that, Penny?”
a hand on his knee. “Oh, Si,” I murmur
sympathetically, “you know why.”
I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab
a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.
I love you too.
Of course I
do. How could I have doubted for a
second that I did?
I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of
it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood. I climb to the top of the highest tree I can
find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.
know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own
fault. I did it to him, so he did it to
me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.
neither of us have actually said April
wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s
dark already. Simon doesn’t appear to
have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I
found his note.
stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air
venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is. A dragon’s tail.
of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him
anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on
the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.
in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”
out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me. I should go back inside (I don’t have
anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his
curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.
are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.
shake myself out of my trance. “Nothing,”
I say, ducking to retreat back in.
should come up.”
here, it’s a great view.”
can see just fine from here, Snow.”
but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to
you about something.”
can come down if you want to talk to me.”
the fun in that?” He shoots me a shy
smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed.
“Seriously, just get out here.”
peer over the windowsill to the moat. “I’ll
you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”
won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.
look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the
roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might
have done yesterday.
almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.
settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the
angled roof. It’s really not the most
comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here
I can see what he was talking about. The
Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into
the distance. “Not a bad view,” I
would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”
should, just to prove him wrong.
Yesterday I might have.
haven’t we teamed up before?”
give a dark laugh. “It might have
something to do with being mortal enemies.”
that what we are?”
it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”
why haven’t you?”
you getting impatient, Snow?”
had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve
ended up saving me.”
make a note to stop doing that.”
doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.
looks genuinely curious. “Why not?”
think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”
raise an incredulous eyebrow at him. “I
sold you out to a goblin yesterday,
and now you trust me?”
seems that way.”
that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible
just laughs. “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides,
look how it turned out.”
mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly
grateful for the darkness hiding my blush.
“What do you mean?”
killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”
shrug. “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t
Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long
gone by now.”
boring our lives would be.”
wouldn’t have to be enemies.”
look down at my legs. “We’d still have
to be enemies.”
could be unlikely friends.”
glances at me carefully. “Maybe not,” he
agrees after a pause.
he could be alright with friends, but
I don’t know if I ever could.
Fuck the Families. Fuck the Mage. Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts
we have to play. Fuck it all. I just want you, Simon Snow.
did you have to write that letter today?”
know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both. “I’ve already told you why.”
couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”
cast him a sideways glance. “You know
that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to
lie to you, right? Saying it any other
day wouldn’t make it true.”
it were true,” he says slowly, “today
would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously,
shrug carefully. “I suppose.”
looks me right in the eye. “Did you mean
hold his gaze. “Why are you expecting
I trust you.”
right, I’d forgotten.”
doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.” It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.
answer, just meet his eyes.
you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your
letter would mean something to me?”
speak, I can’t.
that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”
gulp. “The thought crossed my mind, but
it was too ridiculous to entertain.”
shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle
between us. “It’s not that ridiculous.”
are you saying?”
eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him. “I think…”
breathe as I wait for him to finish.
I don’t know if I can say it. Writing it down is one thing, but saying it
face-to-face, and this close…
eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.
“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he
says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject. (And then kiss his cheek.) (And then kiss his mouth.)
I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”
you were scared, and… it hurt me to
see you hurting like that.”
won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him
meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.
you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”
already know where this is going. “What
else did I say?”
Figures. “I was afraid of that,” I nod.
ask what you were dreaming about?”
takes a long time for me to answer. “I
had to kill you.”
the thought brings tears to my eyes.
don’t have to…”
“Yes. I did.”
He’s silent as I take a ragged breath.
“That’s why it’s my worst nightmare.
I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it
ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to
refuse. But in my nightmares, I always give in. Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and
then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”
“After I woke
you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated
myself for what I’d done to you. I
wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too
afraid. When I walked away, it was like
someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more. I thought the feeling would go away, but it
didn’t.” He looks me in the eye, and he
looks terrified. “It still hasn’t.”
He’s only inches
away. There’s tears in his eyes to match
“I think…” Simon moves
even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”
My heart goes
quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.
“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I
everything in me right now not to fall against him.
I don’t miss his
eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up.
When he speaks it’s less than a breath.
He takes a handful
of my shirt and pulls me down to him.
Baz tastes like
citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent. His mouth is softer than I could have imagined
and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening
his mouth with mine. I feel his sigh
vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough. I want
to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering. I know right now that I’ll never get enough.
Simon kisses me
like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle. His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in
his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow,
like we have nothing but time. The tears
are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on
his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for
from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a
“Are you shaking?”
“It’s cold up
here, Simon,” he murmurs back. “Not
everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”
I grin and wrap
my wings around the two of us. “Call me
He presses a gentle
kiss to my mouth. “Simon,” he breathes,
and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.
Baz keeps whispering
my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.
summary: you are a poet on an online forum and connor murphy has been a big fan of your work for… well, for a long time. one day, he finally gets to the courage to send you a message about it - except it turns into more conversations about more than just the art.
a/n: ahh!!! this one is a bit more abnormal and all dialogue, with no actions or feelings or explanations etc!! if this isnt your thing then dont feel obligated to read it. but it is rlly natural and kind of fun to read at points and i feel like its very connor-esque. this will be split into 2 parts for your easy reading because text talk format might get annoying after a while (and ignore any mistakes i make in the format set up its a lot of work) but… enjoy ?? <3 btw all poetry is mine dont steal xoxo
1 new message.
From monnorcurphy: Hey
From you: hey!!!
From monnorcurphy: This probably sounds creepy but I just wanted to tell you
that Ive been following your poetry for a really long fucking time
From monnorcurphy: And I think that your newest poem is the best fucking thing ever
From monnorcurphy: Like it is actually perfect
From you: oh my gosh!!! thank u so much i didn’t really think anyone
From monnorcurphy: I did and I thought it was really good
From you: well thank u so much!!!
From monnorcurphy: I really like the line about
From monnorcurphy: Hang on let me go find it
From you: haha ok
From monnorcurphy: “Every breath is a bell sounding loud in her head”
From monnorcurphy: I feel that so hard
From you: oh god, tell me about it
From monnorcurphy: I wish I could write poetry as good as u can
Summary: Stiles takes (Y/N) shopping after ruining her favourite jeans and tells a douche to fuck off.
Warnings: Swearing (just a lil).
Scott and I were sitting at a table in the cafeteria discussing how we were going to go about the new threat in Beacon Hills. He was struggling to come up with something which meant as always he’d come to me for help. Although I wasn’t the smartest in the group, I was one of if not the most determined. That was something I loved about myself. No matter what, I’d never give up. There was always a way.
“Well, what if I distract them by pretending that one of them is killing me but its secretly like Liam dressed up and then I can attack them when they aren’t factoring me into their plan and they’ve forgotten about me.” I suggest.
“No, too many things could go wrong. You’re scent might give it away somehow too. Theres a big difference between the smell of alive and dead people.”
“Yeah, but only after they’ve started decomposing.”
“How can you talk about something like that without even looking disturbed.” Scott shifted uncomfortably.
“Scott, come on. You’re the one thats going out and smelling this and fighting these guys all the time. Surely a conversation like this doesn’t scare you that bad.” I say matter of factly as he screws his face up. I giggle which quickly stops as I hear Stiles calling out for us and running towards us and then feeling his lunch splatter all over my pants. I gasp loudly and freeze trying to wrap my head around what had happened.
“Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” I laugh slightly in disbelief.
“That was my favourite pair of jeans.”
“I’ll buy you some more! I promise.” I start wiping myself off and laughing.
“No, its fine Stiles. Don’t stress. Lydia always has a spare set of clothes on her anyways.”
“What? Where’s the rest of it?” I ask shocked.
“It’s a skirt, (Y/N); not a thong.” She rolls her eyes with a playful smile.
“A crop top?”
“Never mind, I’ll just wear the spaghetti stained clothes.”
“Uh, uh. Not on my watch. A good friend would never let you walk around wearing that. Go get changed.” She says as she throws me her clothes. I look at her skeptically before she makes a ‘shoo’ sign and I throw my head back playfully exaggerating.
“(Y/N)!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Stiles running towards me. “I just wanted to let yo- oh shit” I furrowed my eyebrows together.
“You’re um… outfit.”
“Yeah, it’s Lydia’s spare. I didn’t realise it would be… well this.”
“No, no, no. You look good- It looks good. Uh-anyway, I double checked with Scott and he said that he’s working tonight so he doesn’t need any help with, y’know.” He says as he lifts his hands and does the worst impression I’d ever seen. I giggled and he quickly stopped. “So, uh if you want, like you don’t have to, but I was just thinking, I could take you out. Like to the shops. To go… shopping. Because I ruined your jeans. And-”
“If you stop talking then yes.” I laugh and he nods furiously.
“Thanks by the way. And you know what, I think the jeans you got me are even better than the ones I already had.” I smiled as we sat down in the food court.
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my fault you lost them in the first place. I just have to quickly go pee so I’ll be right back.” He says as he walks off taking his phone.
“Hey there, little lady. Did your boyfriend leave you?” A guy who was obviously in college came over wearing his frat jumper and a dumb snapback cap.
“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I say as I think of Stiles and smile a little. We definitely had something but nothing had happened as of yet.”
“Oh, really?” He smirks as he sits down in Stile’s seat.
“Oh, sorry but my friends coming back so you can’t really sit there.” He ignores what I say and picks a fry up off of my plate. I quickly send a text to Stiles saying ‘SOS’. “I suggest you put that fry back where it was.” He smirks and winks at me as he takes a bite out of it and puts the rest on my plate. I immediately stand up and lean over the table.
“What are you gonna do, sweetheart?” I angrily glare at him and next thing I know I had punched him in the face.
“(Y/N)? What are you doing?!” I heard Stiles say as he quickly strode towards the table. “What happened?” He asks confused to the guy sitting in his spot.
“This psycho bitch hit me!” Stiles looked at him with the most disgusting look I had ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for Stiles to even appear that angry but if looks could kill then this asshole would be six feet under.
“Fuck off.” He said lowly. My eyes widened as Stiles rarely ever said that word.
“Fuck. Off.” He said slightly louder but so intensely angry that the guy quickly stood up and walked off.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He hugs me.
“It’s not you’re fault. And I think I took care of him pretty well.” I smirked as I rubbed my knuckles thinking about the punch.
“Thats my girl.” He said without thinking and swung his arm around my shoulder. I froze for a second before easing into it. I picked up my bag and Stiles and I walked like that all the way back to his jeep. “Home?” He asks and I shake my head.
“Let’s go on an adventure.” I smile. Stiles returns the gesture and we drive out to the forest where we then walk through it for the next hour or so just feeling complete with one another’s company.
Thor: Ragnarok [Fix-it Canon AU] - Jane Foster is worthy
While on Earth, Thor is attacked. His hammer is destroyed and he’s taken prisoner. But Mjolnir is no ordinary hammer. It’s capable of reassembling itself. But now, without Thor to wield it or Odin to command it, Mjolnir is free to choose its own Thor. And after years of spending time with mortals, there is one in particular it knows to be worthy. Mjolnir chooses none other than Jane Foster as the new Thor, Goddess of Thunder.
Jane is then transported to the gladiator’s arena where she finds Thor - who is now going by the name ‘Odinson’. When he sees her, he realizes his vision hadn’t been about Loki, as he suspected, but about Jane. Together, they escape back to Asgard where Jane has to fight for the right to keep Mjolnir. Odinson, disheartened by the loss of his hammer, decides to leave Asgard and travel the Nine Realms in search of redemption.
While on Asgard, Jane finds an unlikely ally in Loki. He seems bound and determined to ensure that she’s allowed to keep the hammer. Jane suspects he has some ulterior motives, but it’s still nice to have someone on her side. So she and Loki come to an uneasy truce, much like they did when he helped save her from the Aether.
But their alliance is put to the test when Hela invades Asgard. She is hellbent on revenge and will stop at nothing to punish Odin. Even if that means completely destroying Asgard. Jane and Loki barely make it out alive. After the loss of his home, Loki becomes depressed but Jane knows if they’re going to stand any chance of victory, she’s going to need his help.
Finally persuaded by Jane, Loki takes up arms against Hela and her forces. They are later joined by Odinson and those who escaped Asgard in time. Together, they manage to defeat Hela on another world. And somewhere along the way, between bickering and battling, Jane and Loki find that they have more to offer each other than just an alliance.
summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.
characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin
genre: the fluffiest stuff
word count: 4.1k
a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in an HOUR 4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff
That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was.
You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold.
Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?"
After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken.
Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside."
Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold.
The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?"
"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best.
“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?"
"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to."
"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out.
You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while.
In fact, most of the control panel looked like this:
Model: JW61096 Version: 1.0 Current status: idle Battery: 99% (5.5 months left) ES: 2% discovered HC: Not in progress
You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel.
One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press.
Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months."
You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!"
Well, that’s bizarre.
It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.
“Why’d you stop?"
"You said wait, my love."
Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”
You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling.
Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now."
"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no.
He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.."
"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured.
“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night."
"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?"
You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets…
You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!"
Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..
“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room.
You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment.
The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking.
“I fixed it, my love!"
Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry."
You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?"
You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?" Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!"
Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere."
Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”
While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.
You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.
(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)
While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.
Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”
You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..
Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.
Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”
You paused, gasping.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
The boy-bot blinked.
“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”
It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”
You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.
“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.
“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.
You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”
The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.
“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”
“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.
He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.
The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.
“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”
Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window.
Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.
Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”
“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.
“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”
You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.
“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”
“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused.
In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.
The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.
You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.
The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.
You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.
A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.
Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.
Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”
“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”
It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”
“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.
Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.
“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”
“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”
He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.
Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”
“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”
You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”
“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.
“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”
“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”
Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.
Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.
“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.
Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”
You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”
Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”
The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.
“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”
He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.
Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.
For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.
“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”
You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”
That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”
“Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”
The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”
“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”
“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”
“Later? Like over text?”
She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”
“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.
The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.
“My place? I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”
You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.
“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”
You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”
Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”
“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.
“That doesn’t sound Korean.”
“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.
“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”
“Thanks,” you replied flatly.
After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.
Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.
“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”
“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”
Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”
The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”
“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.
“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.
“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”
You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.
Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.
“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.
“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.
“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”
He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”
Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.
“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”
He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”
You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”
He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”
“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”
“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”
Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”
Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”
“She did that in the drama too!”
Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.
“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.
“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.
Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.
He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.
“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”
For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.
“This will have to do for tonight.”
Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.
He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”
“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”
You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”
“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”
You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.
“Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”
You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.
He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”
You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”
He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”
Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.
From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.
hoLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS LONG AND IM TIRED
so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u
unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable
hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can
anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee
(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)
“Joe, you’re so small buddy” Josh says as he scrolled through the group pictures on his phone that were taken last night.
“Yeah mate there is only one good picture where we all look relatively the same height but Jack and Oli already gone and posted that one” Caspar said as he double tapped the picture he had just mentioned.
“Hey you snooze you lose” Oli said from his position on the couch.
The boys had gone out last night and, as usual, had taken a few group pictures. Apparently the angles weren’t correct and in each picture the boys all towered over Joe, making him look smaller than he actually was.
You had your legs pulled into your chest as you sat on the couch next to your boyfriend who was also scrolling through the photos from last night. He had no readable expression on his face but you knew what he was feeling, you could read him like a book.
“Hows your new diet going by the way? Thought we’d see some results by now” Caspar said in his usual joking voice.
“Mate it doesn’t make me grow taller” Joe looked over at Caspar, giving him a weird look.
“I know, I just thought you would look bigger. I mean you’ve gotten a lot stronger but it doesn’t really show” He defended himself while the other boys laughed at Joe’s rebuttal.
“Looks like you’ll always be the smallest bud” Josh said looking up from his phone and over to Joe.
“Actually that would be Y/N. That’s why I’ve been keeping her around” Joe said sending a wink your way.
“She could do better” Josh remarked, something that had also been tossed around as a joke ever since you and Joe started dating.
“Oh cheers guys” You said rolling your eyes before getting up and heading into the kitchen.
“Alright mate,” Oli said with a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head, “I have videos that need to be edited and uploaded for tonight so I’m going to head out.”
“Yeah we should go too” Caspar said standing up and walking towards the door, Josh and Oli following close behind.
“Bye Y/N!” The boys all said as Joe followed them to the door.
“See you guys later” Joe said with a wave as he closed the door behind his friends and walked into the kitchen to find an unamused look at your face. “What?”
“I wish you wouldn’t let them do that”
“You know what Joe.” You said giving him a sad yet disappointed look.
“Y/N it’s fine. They’ve been doing that since the day we met them, its nothing now, just a good laugh.”
“Except its not, we both know that. Isn’t that why you started going to the gym more? You always tell people your trying to build muscle and the people who don’t know you like I do believe you. But I don’t because I know that theres more to your reasoning.”
You stood there watching your boyfriend shift on his feet as he took in your words. You’ve been together for 3 years and have seen him get so mad at himself at something he couldn’t physically change to the point where he wouldn’t even talk to you. You saw how the boys would tease him about his size and his height, everyone laughing knowing it was all just good fun, but you were the only one who saw Joe after everyone had left. He’s dealt with this for a majority of his life and it still got to him.
The first couple of weeks after he started working with his personal trainer were great but when the results didn’t come in quick enough, Joe got down on himself again making it harder for him to intake all the calories that he was suppose to, or he’d end up skipping the gym all together.
You made your way over to him when the silence lingered above you for way too long.
“Joe,” You said taking his his hands in yours. “I wish you actually meant what you said, that it was all just a laugh. And listen, your not small or short. Your actually quite tall, for me anyway, and you defiantly have grown since the first time we’ve met. You were perfect for me then and your perfect for me now. Besides, not really sure who you’re trying to impress, is there something or someone I should know about Sugg?” You questioned as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“No love, only you” he said pulling you in for a kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “And you’re right, you’re always right but it does suck that it does still get to me but I can’t really help it. Maybe I should just find me some new friends, ones who are smaller and shorter than me”
You laughed into his shoulder. “You want to hang out with primary schoolers?”
“Hey! That wasn’t nice”
“Sorry, I had too” you said kissing his lips again.
Joe went to pull away but you leaned in closer, following his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you once again while his hands moved down to your waist and your tongues danced around each others mouths.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you Joe, I’ll make you feel better” You pulled away and whispered in his ear. Joe’s lips tugged themselves into a small smirk before leading you up to the bedroom.
You two were tugging at each other’s shirts as soon you at stepped foot into the room. With your lips reconnected, you blindly fumbled with the button on his jeans. Once you had successfully undid the button, you pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs.
“The boys may think you’re small, but your not” you said with a small smirk.
You waisted no time and quickly took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times as you watched Joe start to wither away at your touch. Slowly, you moved your mouth to his cock, licking a strip up the side before placing your lips over the tip, giving it a kiss.
“Y/N” Joe breathed out as he looked down at you.
You looked at him through your eyelashes as your lips made their way further down his cock. You sucked as you bobbed your head up and down, your hand working at the base of his cock.
Joe let his head fall back into the pillows as a low moan escaped his lips. You picked up the pace at which you were bobbing your head, occasionally stopping to swirl your tongue around the tip before returning back to your previous actions.
Joe reached a hand down to cup your chin, guiding your face up to his so he could smash his lips into yours once again. You pulled away after a while and quickly removed your own jean and panties before straddling Joe’s waist and reconnecting your lips.
Joe reached around your back and unclasped your bra, his massaging them in his hand before your bra even hit the grounds. With your lips still connected, Joe flipped the two of your over so your were now laying on your back.
“So much for letting me take care of you” You furrowed your eyebrows at Joe who only smirked in response.
“One day, I promise” Joe said before guiding himself into you, causing you to moan out slightly, your hand gripping the bed sheets.
Joe gave you a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of you as he gradually picked up the pace.
“Oh god” You moaned out, your grip on the sheets tightening.
Joe moved a hand down to your clit as he continued to thrust deeper into you.
“Fuck” he growled lowly as he felt your walls clench around him, making it harder for him to thrust into you.
“I’m close Joe” you moaned out as you hands moved to grip onto his shoulders.
“Just a little longer love” Joe said thrusting into you quicker as he too was getting close to his release.
“Joe!” You yelled out feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer until you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices spilling over Joe’s cock as he continued to thrust into you, milking out your high, until he came himself.
Joe pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, both your chests heaving up and down.
“Feel better?” You said rolling onto you side, watching the small smile form across his lips as he thought back to the conversation the two of you had before hand.
“Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry I let their comments get to me, I know they don’t mean it and thats the worse part”
“I’ll tell them to quit, they seem to listen to me the most” you said, the two of you laughing.
“Thanks love” Joe said rolling over on his side and giving you a quick kiss.
Summary: After years of forgetting those hideous memories of high school you’ve finally moved on. Moving out of your parents house and into an apartment you awaited for your unknown roommate to get there, opening the door you find none other then the one who created those hideous memories. Revenge has suddenly become your middle name.
Basic Summary: JB (your bully from high school) has some how ended up your new roommate, the two of you despise each other so how will you two go with living with each other?
Genre: Humour, Angst, Fluff.
Warnings: Could be triggering to some.
“The last box” Jackson smiled at you, “Mum said you’ll have another person coming to live with you, she said it was a boy but I can’t remember his name” Jackson’s little sister Mi Na piped up coming from behind the older boy.
She decided to have a Korean name when they both moved to Korea instead of an english name like Jackson. You and Mi Na have been friends since high school, she was the only one that stuck by you while everybody else had ruined your high school experience.
Jackson her older brother, was a senior when he came to Korea you were but a sophomore. Of course he knew about the bullying but he chose to not get involved with that crowd and focus on studying. Over the time of you coming over to their house he begun to know the real you and not the names you were labeled with.
“A boy?” Jackson asked “Are you sure? I mean if there was a boy coming maybe I should just stay here and you know make sure things are a okay” he said smiling puffing out his chest a bit.
You pushed both of them out the door “I’m sure I can take care of myself, Jackson don’t you trust your mum to not let a psychopath in here?” you ask.
“It’s not that I don’t trust her its just-” he was cut off by Mi Na pulling on his ear “C’mon big boy mum wants us home for dinner tonight, cya Y/n” she smiled walking down the steps still pulling on Jacksons ear.
You shut the door and smiled, not only were you living by yourself but you were also going to have a boy roommate…what if you two fall in love?
‘No that will never happen’ you thought yourself waving your hands, you laughed and decided to un pack and make the apartment look more alive.
‘Everybody’ by Ingrid Michaelson played through out the apartments continuing to make your mood even more lovey dovey.
Setting up the fairy lights around your room you smiled in relief, ‘The hard part is over’ you thought to yourself.
sitting in the living room you picked up one of the magazines you had bought hours earlier to make your home more warm looking.
Paragraphs into the Kpop idol scandal page the door bell went off, “He’s here!” you whispered excitedly.
Coming up the steps and looking at the number, the tall boy smiled to himself. “Maybe she’ll be hot” he whispered smirking to himself trying to cheer him up after hearing the news that he’ll have to share an apartment with a girl.
You opened the door, your smile quickly faded into a straight line. The love song that was playing in your head is now gone.
His eyes met yours his smile quickly dropped as well, the thought of a sexy woman living with him had now quickly left his mind.
“Fatty?” his voice rang through your ears. The simple adjective ignited the flame that you’ve learnt to take control over for years sparked something in you, you were no longer in high school so you decided to let him have it.
But nothing came out.
“Im Jaebum” you breathed out.
“So it is you? Huh? Gees you’ve…changed” he pointed out at the weight loss.
“You haven’t” you sighed smirking to yourself.
“What do you mean?” he smiled.
“You’re still the same ignorant asshole from high school” you scoffed slamming the door in his face.
You ran to your phone and immediately started to text Mi Na.
“Hey! Hey!” he shouted banging on the door “Just because I was mean to you in high school doesn’t mean you get to be mean to me now!” he shouted.
‘Did he really just say that?’ you thought to yourself. You heard your phone ring and picked it up without looking at the caller id.
“Okay Okay. Here’s the plan. Let him in, and take revenge on him. Act like everything’s cool and then BOOM revenge”
You could practically here her smirk from the other side of the phone. You said your good byes and walked over to the door. Taking one deep breath you opened the door to find him being told off by the lady down stairs.
You giggled and stared at him shaking your head ‘It’s already started’
The old lady looked up, smiled and waved at you since you helped her earlier before you moved up stairs. Then she looks back to Jb and her smile fades, she walks back into her home and Jaebum runs upstairs and pushes past you.
“Come in why don’t you?” you closed the door and stared at him, “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, hands to his knees breathing heavily.
“Hmm lets see” you started to walk towards him.
“I got severely bullied for four years straight, wouldn’t one thing that would give me a mental disorder of some kind?” you ask “Hmm?” you pushed him backwards.
“Listen I said sorry, after all I have to live here too! The dorms are full and this is cheap rent. So please, forgive me”
His puppy eyes would never work on you, you decided to say yes and pretend that everything was okay.
You walked back in to your room on the other side of the hall way and started plotting your revenge.
The next morning you got up early to make breakfast…for yourself.
The tall boy’s footsteps were the only thing you could here as you nibbled on your piece of bacon.
“You’re up early” you bit into your toast.
“I woke up to the smell of bacon…but theres none here” he mumbled as he searched everywhere for the meat, eyes only to land on your plate. The last piece in your hands going into your mouth.
Chewing slowly, you looked up at him.
“Oh sorry. You wanted me to save you some?” you asked with your mouth full. He smiled knowing this was all apart of your elaborate plan to get him back, he over heard you last night.
“It would’ve been nice” he mumbled through gritted teeth, you both turned around and both of your smiled went away at the same time.
The beep of the washing machine telling you it was done, getting up and skipping over to it you opened to lid to find that everything was pink.
“No, no, no, no, no” you whispered. Pulling out on of Jaebum’s hoodies you screamed.
“Im Jaebum!” you shouted, stomping down the hall way to the kitchen you find him standing there, a smug grin on his face.
“Oh thats where it went…thanks” he whispered snatching it away from you.
“If that’s how you want to play it then thats how will play it. Full warning Jaebum, I’m a changed woman. I’m not some pushover anymore”
And if you ever die on me
Dominic Torreto, I’m gonna die with you..”
Those were Letty’s vows to her husband the night they got
married and this movie presents them in action. In part 6 we got to see Dom fight
not only for her but for their love, having to captivate her all over again.
Now here in part 8 the roles have been flipped and its Letty’s turn to either
fall in line with others thoughts or fight for her husband. The difference in
their battles is the fact that Dom was fighting for a resurface of memories and
their undeniable draw/chemistry – while for Letty it’s about faith. The
question of would Dom do this, would he turn his back on his family…on her, and
when all the evidence says yes, does she still have the power to say no. How
much does she know her husband, how much does she trust him and their love. She
comes through with flying colors.
Like I said even though this is a flip, there are big
differences, one of those being knowledge of enemy. Dom knew who his enemy was,
he knew what had went wrong with her and who was using that for his own
purposes. But Letty doesn’t have this same knowledge. She doesn’t know who the
big bad is or why Dom is doing things that are totally against everything he
is. That’s where the faith comes into play, because she has to everything off
the back of it. Despite others telling her that this may be who he has become
she has to go off of what she believes of him and their love and remind them of
all the great things her husband has done for them while they’re so quick to
give up on or judge him. She reminds us of her position and exactly where her
loyalties reside when she responds to Hobbs by telling him that he’ll have to
deal with the both of them when he warns her that he may have to put Dom down. She’s
not just willing to fight for him, but beside him – and that’s not in the hope that he’s still good, but in the
certainty that something else is going on because her Dom would never turn his
back, the fight for the family is all he’s ever known. You know its certainty
because she places her life in his hands. In the briefcase scene there was this
great subtext moment because here’s the reality, that moment after he shot the
gun in the air and she turned around and told him that he wouldn’t shoot her
because he loved her…this moment really was about choosing – he had a choice,
stop her and his baby survived another day. Let her go free and choose losing
that. He let her go. It doesn’t matter that she got caught unaware around the
corner by someone else…because he let her go. The next scene – the standoff
– is also important because here he is again choosing to protect his wife with
the knowledge of what it will cost him if he shoots this man. Not only that,
but it comes back to that faith again. Because this moment is really her time
to prove if she believes her husband is doing this for a reason or because he’s
turned bad. She has to either side with him (let the case go) or keep it and
get the other guy a bullet to the head – putting Dom in further hot water (it
doesn’t matter that she doesn’t know exactly what that hot water is, only that she’s
aware of its existence if she believes her husband to be innocent).
In one of my old Dotty articles I claimed that Dom had elevated
in his Alpha status, that he had become the kind to analysis his enemy then to plot
and plan. That his control was of self
and his lead was of understanding his mates and those around him. This chapter
really proved those claims. He planned and adjusted to everything that happened
(which I’ll go over in more detail in the review). The only thing he really
couldn’t plan or adjust for was his wife. As they say – a driver’s weakness
really is his best partner knowing all his tricks. She was the only one able to
keep up with him cause she knew his tricks, when she got the briefcase he couldn’t
adjust and ended up choosing her not once but twice which led to the punishment
of Elena dying (not that I shed a tear – I knew she was gonna die the moment I
saw that baby). The enemy’s biggest mistake was thinking it was an either or
game with Dom – not realizing that he plays the long game his plan would be
getting his child and going back to his wife…instead what she did was taunt the
him with one (Letty) and bait his with the other (baby Brian). Big mistake
leaving Letty out of her equation because she left something out there to fight
for him and for him to fight for. She thought the baby would over compass that,
she thought the baby would shadow his wife – she was wrong. It not about
choosing the baby over Letty/family – it’s about connecting the two.
I see people saying things like the baby ruined the
relationship, it ruined Dom/Letty. No the baby may have ruined the fantasy as
you saw it…but he didn’t ruin that relationship. Every one of their chapters
has shown that nothing comes between that love because that love is the factor.
Letty is not bothered, or upset by this child…and why would she be? It wasn’t
something that intentionally happened and when she told Elena that she
understood her relationship with Dom, she actually meant it. The baby wasn’t/isn’t
a threat to her marriage. It doesn’t mean Dom was in love with Elena, cause he
wasn’t. It doesn’t mean that Letty can’t have her own kids with him, cause she
can. It doesn’t mean she’s gonna mistreat baby Brian, cause even though he may
not have come from her womb – he is still a part of her husband and like him
family means everything to her. It doesn’t mean that their kids will take
second place just because it came second – understand that there will be no
distinction between these kids. Understand that just because this baby didn’t
come out of her womb doesn’t mean he’s not her son too. That’s what the Fast
& Furious has always been about –a family created not by blood but by bond.
Dom and Letty are now parents – maybe not in the way we originally thought/wanted,
but in a way that’s not wrong regardless.
One of my favorite
things about this series and about this relationship is everyone understands
that when it comes to Dom and Letty – the shit that’s between them is undeniable
and there’s no walking away from it. When they reunite and he lets her know he
hadn’t walked away, she says she knows. Dom and Letty see themselves as
soulmates, as bonded, as ride or die. Whatever you wanna call
it, it all means the same thing -Love- They’ll follow, they’ll ride, they’ll
fight, and they’ll die for it. Isn’t that the ideal, isn’t that why we clamor
for it, why we cling to and love it?
We’ve gushed at their cuteness/power, we cried when she
died, we cheered with a blood of vengeance when Dom sought revenge, we fought
for the Letty comeback, and we all gasped and gave a standing O when we all saw
Letty’s pic after the credits, we died and came back to life when Dom fought
for her, their love and their future. We threw our hat into this ring a long
time ago and I don’t know about you guys, but mine still resides there and
always will as long as the franchise holds close those ideals that are so dear
to me - Loyalty, Love, Family, Romance and the sacrifice/fight in the name of
those things. As long as it centers and protects the Dotty goodness. Familia
remember that we fought for this shit right here. Our OTP’s love is written all
over this piece and that is in part thanks to us fans. Romance is thrown to the
side in action flicks, used to create some angst by killing off one of the
lovers or back-filler that gets no real shine. But with F&F we get it all, the action,
the romance, the family. Sixteen years and the pairing is only getting
stronger. I loved this movie because it really defined the love this time
around. I don’t just mean romantic love either. It really put the quote ‘you
don’t turn you back on family…’ to work, because even though some of them had
been misjudging Dom the moment his life was in danger – what did they do? Every
time I think they can’t emote further, that they can’t make me feel more about
the emotion that resides in these films and yet every time I’m wrong. With the
Dom and Letty relationship when I say it defined the love…I mean it really
cemented what love means to them – as a pairing not just from Dom to Letty. If
I had to pick one word to describe their type of love it would be faith.
We’ve seen the trait throughout their relationship over the years and in a big
way in part 7 when he let her go on the faith that she would figure it out and
come back to him (cause you can’t tell someone they love you). Like I said
earlier, it’s her total being in this film - because their faith in one another
is so strong, so is the certainty of their love. The reason they can trust one
another so immensely, the reason they’re so loyal to one another, the reason
they’re so willing to sacrifice, the reason they make each other so damn happy
is because of that certainty. They give and know its to be returned with the
same passion. They love each other and they always will. It’s the reason they
work, the reason they always find themselves together. It’s the reason they’re so
indestructible. It’s the reason we’re so damn blessed.
Notes: Videos not mine first one is Queen of hearts and the second is of course one of my all time favs - you know I always gotta in with a ConquerGravity video because the vids are just so damn on point to what I’m getting at. Every time I see a ConGrav vidseo it always makes me see a bigger picture of what I think and feel about this pairing and they’re relationship. None of the videos are new cause the new film just came out but oldies can make you feel new things. I didn’t put everything in this post because I am coming out with a review of the movie and theres a lot of points that connect to that so I stripped this down and left it as bare as possible. I went and saw the advance showing…but I’m going again tonight to see it so I’ll write the review after and hopefully have it up by later Sunday night. Sorry this is so long with no images…