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callmelola111 · 10 months

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color me purple ♡ part three

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synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics.

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.4k

| ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some angst, ellie and reader fight, sweet love confession, !!SMUT WARNING!! (minors plz steer clear of this fic + dni), swearing, dom!ellie, sub!reader, whipped cream play, slightly public??, fingering (e receiving), oral (r receiving), scissoring (e + r), pet names (princess, sweet girl, baby, etc.), praise, edging kinda, some aftercare (lmk if i missed anything!!)

a/n: hello lovelies!!! i apologize for taking a whole ass week to get out this last part, i was on vacation and not feeling very inspired. finally though, i present a nasty, sweet ending that i hope you all love. so fun to write and read back, like why am i all hot and bothered rn lol. like always, thank you for the support!! ♡~ lola

That night Ellie replayed your words over and over in her head trying to dissect their meaning. Had her player-esque persona finally caught up to her? If so, why did it matter to you?

Through some deep speculation, she began connecting the dots. There seemed to be a real possibility that you liked Ellie as more than a friend, just as she did you. There was no way to be sure though, not unless she asked. But, the task seemed daunting considering it felt as if she had already ruined what she didn’t know was there.

The image of your tear stained face was seared into Ellie’s mind and proved as motivation to confess, apologize, explain. As long as you’d listen she’d repair the damage done to your heart. A tinge of regret hit Ellie as she thought about the meaningless hookups of summer's past. It was her way of dealing with unrequited love. But of course, now that that love doesn’t seem so unrequited, her mistakes have come back to taint it.

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The following morning kicked off bright and early. 8:00am to be exact. The sky was pure blue with no fluffs of white to shade from the fury that was the sun. In virtue of the rising temperatures the expansive lake beckoned masses of campers into its waters. Just in time for the kayak relay race about to take place.

Each team lined up in number order spanning across the weathered wood of the dock. At the very end stood teams 11 and 12, you and Ellie heading your rows of campers. With the sting of yesterday's interactions you continued giving Ellie the cold shoulder.

It took everything inside to void your gaze from her, trying to focus on the games, while Ellie lacked the self control to look at anything but you. She studied your glowy skin and the way your sweat gathered at the nape of your neck from the sweltering heat. She took note of the stray hairs that clung to the moisture you produced and the way your brows remained furrowed as you fought every instinct urging you towards her. It felt like absolute torture and although neither of you said a word, there was a mutual understanding of the shared pain. However, before the tension could beat down on you any longer a loud whistle blew, signaling the start of the race.

Each counselor kicked off the relay heading straight for the finish. You slipped into your kayak, gripping onto the red double-bladed paddle that propelled you forward. Ellie’s boat was in line with yours sending aggressive ripples in between the two hunks of floating plastic. The course stretched over 500 meters and as you reached the 400 meter mark you were still neck and neck with Ellie, fighting for first place.

This is usually how it went but something about today was different, something in Ellie’s eye’s hinted towards a more complicated journey towards triumph. She suddenly jerked her boat to the right, straight towards yours. The pointed tip of her kayak rammed into the side of yours rocking it side to side and throwing you off course. Knowing her abilities, you recognized this as a pursuit at instigation.

“HEY FUCK OFF!” you shouted with anger before swerving your boat to the left, hitting hers in retaliation. Ellie continued to push back.

“Oh so now you’ll speak to me?!”

“Are you serious right now? Stop fucking with me Ellie!” You attempted to continue forward, but as multiple racers passed you and Ellie blocked your path, it felt like no use.

“You can’t be mad at me forever!” her voice was desperate rather than angry and this left you baffled at her exact motives.

“Oh yeah? TRY ME!” Ellie took your words as an invitation and used her paddle to scoop at the murky water sending it your way. You screamed in irritation as it hit you right in the face, soaking your once dry body.

Before you knew it, you were rising from your seated position to catapult even more water back at her. Ellie then stood up right with you, continuing the petty fight and reaching across the edge of her floating device to grab ahold of your paddle. At this point the both of you were blinded with vexation playing tug of war with the rod of plastic. Your boat rocked back and forth, more and more violently each time as you began to lose balance. With one last wave of water and the pull of Ellie you both tumbled into the lake in a mess of arms, legs, and curses.

You quickly shot up with the help of your life jacket, now drenched. Screams and laughters erupted along with the violent blowing of Mrs. Campbell’s whistle to halt the race and deal with the trouble you and Ellie caused. The both of you had been sentenced to kitchen duty and expected to sort out whatever drama had ensued. With the weight of your decisions, you were then banished from the lake and sent off to prepare lunch in place of the usual cooks.

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The double doors of the mess hall swung open with attitude as you and Ellie waltzed in. The air was shockingly cool compared to the barren heat just outside. Your wet hair became a nuisance as its once cooling effect now left you cold and miserable in the air conditioning.

Ellie led the way into the sterile looking kitchen and you followed in silence. Little words had been said between the two of you since your rage filled water fight. Although now, all rage had dissipated, leaving only feelings of shame and heartache in the air you shared. The silence grew heavy and the things left unsaid began bubbling up.

You reached for a ratty gray apron hanging on the dull walls trying to focus on the assigned task of cooking lunch. Staring at the chipped paint, you fumbled at the strings behind your back trying to tie them but to no avail.

“Uh- do you want some help?” Despite Ellie being the only one in the room, her voice startled you. She inched closer waiting for your permission to assist and you obliged. Ellie’s hands reached to the contour of your waist, gripping the fabric. The brush of her knuckles across the small of your back sent a parade of chills to your skin. Her touch was slow and agonizing. Part of you wondered if she’d purposely made such prolonged contact as she tied the strings into a sloppy bow.

Although Ellie’s duty was done, you both remained still, you facing the wall and her facing your back. She reached once more to your familiar waistline and quickly flipped you around towards her.

“There… all done.” she murmured. In that moment with just inches between each other, eyes locked, you finally felt sure of her feelings, and your feelings, and the fact that you couldn’t keep pretending to hate her. The universe would stop at nothing to bring the two of you together and it was time to surrender. Ellie’s emerald orbs were full of you and only you and she knew she had to say something. If not now, when?

“I’m so fucking sorry. For everything. Please– forgive me.” You collapsed into her body like a house of cards. These were the words you needed to hear. Voice cracking, you called out her name in desperation.

“Ellie-” She urgently completed the other half of the embrace. Your face nestled perfectly into the crick of her neck like it was fate. Pine soap and earthy lake water wafted through your senses as you took in a deep inhale of relief. The following breaths were rocky and unsteady as all your pinned up emotions rose to the surface. Still stuck in Ellie’s crevice you began a gentle cry.

“Hey- hey- look at me. Don’t cry bunny.” She pulled your damp face in the cradle of her hands and guided you into contact with her glassy, green eyes.

“Els, you- you have no idea what you do to me.” you struggled through the vulnerable sentence. Ellie pulled you back into the warmth of her body squeezing you even tighter like she was worried you might float away. Your words sat in the air waiting to be tended to until finally Ellie acted.

“I think I might.” Her answer was like a warm blanket around your heart. You looked up from your sanctuary in her frame and she stared back. You played a cat and mouse game of glances from eyes to lips and pressure rose.

Ellie took a deep inhale and asked the anticipated question, “can I kiss you?” With no time for words you dove into her soft mouth. Your top lip slotted perfectly in between hers, sealing the gap of yearning that had amassed from years of rivalry.

The peck was hard and long. It’s tenderness evoked cries of queer happiness from the both of you. Your tears mixed with hers was an act of love, and a long-awaited one at that. Ellie’s lips began to wander down to your neck and then your collarbones evoking sweet giggles from your throat.

“Ellie- Ellie- enough. We do have to cook, you know.” A disappointing realization but true nonetheless.

“Fine, fine.” Ellie’s kisses halted but you could still feel each one radiating off your skin. Your smile didn’t falter once as you and Ellie whipped up lunch for the campers. Who would’ve thought punishment could be this fun?

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After the 12 cabins passed in and out of the mess hall, consuming the meal, you and Ellie followed behind to clean up. After the kitchen was tidied, you both ventured into the dining area to wipe off the tables scattered throughout.

You dipped your sudsy rag into the bucket of cleaning solution and swirled it across the laminated wood. The table was long and wide forcing you to bend over the edge to extend your arm towards the hard to reach parts. Your ass up in the air was like a bright flag waving for Ellie to come over and assist, but not with the cleaning. She snaked both arms around your waist connecting them at your tummy. Her groin then pressed at your hips with reverence. She admired your shape and the way you somehow always slotted perfectly into her.

“Ellieeee…” You drug out her name nice and long, disguising your pleasure with annoyance. She began planting more kisses in the same pattern as before.

“What? Do you want me to stop?” You sat up now parallel with her body, ass still against crotch. Breathy air escaped from your mouth as Ellie gently nibbled at your ear, sending your head into a spin. You gulped out a string of “nos”, adamant about how much you needed her. And how you needed her now.

Your expression of desperation triggered Ellie’s strong hands into action. The 5 digits dragged up the right side of your ribs causing the soft red fabric of your shirt to bunch up, her firm motions stopping at the underside of one of your breasts. Ellie kneaded hungrily at the mound of fat, reveling in your braless form and hardening nipples.

“C’mere, turn towards me. I wanna see your pretty face.” Her request flowed from her blushed lips like a symphony and you quickly obeyed. The table dug into your back leaving a mark as Ellie towered over you in desire like an animal. You tugged at the hem of her blue T-shirt sliding your hand under the linen. You were just as needy. Her abs flexed with the exploration of your eager hands. Wanting more, she leaned in close to deliver the message.

Her hot breath tickled you ear as she whispered, “you wanna make purple?” No matter how hot and bothered the both of you were, Ellie still found time to insert in her stupid humor. The cheesy sexual innuendo made you snicker but only for a moment before you were pulled back into her world of desire.

You nodded fervently to urge the escalation of this interaction, so she scooped you up by your pillow soft thighs and whisked you away to the kitchen. The stainless steel countertop where Ellie had positioned you was cold and left the back of your legs moderately numb. Overflowing with lust, you went for Ellie’s lips but she quickly pulled away before you could reach them.

“Ah, ah, ah.” she tsk’s before dashing away to the large industrial fridge, sending the double doors flying open with her pull.

“Els? What are you doing?” you questioned, feeling the ache between your legs amp up. You weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for her touch.

“I’m hungry.” she answered simply, pulling out a large red canister of dairy. Confusion was your prominent emotion but you didn’t dare to question her methods. Shaking the metal up and down vigorously she ran back, popping off the cap on the way. Your clenched thighs were quickly peeled apart by Ellie as she made room for herself between your dangling legs. In one hand she hoisted up the whipped cream and with her other she took your chin, angling it upward.

“Open.” she commanded. You separated your lips in obedience but it wasn’t enough.

“Wider.” Ellie’s hand cradled your jaw as it dropped even further this time. With this she squirted the milky, white cream down your throat.

“Now swallow,” she instructed until your compliance, “good girl.” A cocky, power hunger smirk painted Ellie’s face as she watched you melt into the palm of her hand. You were sure that the thin cotton of your panties was now far from dry.

“We’re gonna have some fun now... hands up.” With assistance from the girl in blue, you shed a layer of clothing. Your tit’s instantly perked up with the frigid air of the kitchen now surrounding them. Ellie watched in awe as dozens of fantasies played out in her head. It was a struggle just deciding what she wanted to do to you first.

The whipped cream assisted her next steps as she sprayed it across your remarkable chest. You gasped in pleasure at the cold, wet sensation. Drips of white began to trickle down your stomach as Ellie played clean up with the help of her tongue. The pink muscle pressed flat to your sternum collecting a heaping of cream and then venturing back to your own mouth. Teeth clashed and tongues wrestled as the white liquid swirled between the exchange of salvia. You left the kiss just for a moment to let out an urgent mewl. Ellie’s attention was then diverted back to your beautiful, beautiful body. She continued lapping up the sweetness taking time in between to suck on your erect nipples.

“Shit- baby, it got all over your cute little shorts,” she continued, her voice smooth like butter, “we better get these off of you then, huh?” Your bottom lip quivered in sexual agony, anticipating the future promises of friction. Ellie took her built arms and hooked them around the back of your legs. Upon swift movement she pulled you to the edge of the counter, stealing your shorts and panties in the process. Frigid steel made contact with your puffy clit aiding in some sense of satisfaction while you pleaded with Ellie.

“P-please, n-n-need you Els.” You bucked your hips demonstrating the amount of discomfort you were feeling. Ellie played dumb.

“Need what?” She teased your aching cunt with gentle brushes of her fingers at your thighs and you yelped.

“Need your fingers- your mouth- something- pleassee.” The words came out in a long slur but Ellie knew just what you were begging for oh so desperately. Having fun with her little game, she brought back the canister of white fluff, this time dispersing it across the heat you held between your inviting thighs.

Red plump lips belonging to Ellie planted deep into each bit of your flesh before eventually reaching their final destination. Your exquisite folds were glazed in milk and sugar like a special treat waiting to be devoured. For just a few seconds everything was frozen as Ellie was trapped by your fantasy-like beauty. Saving the image to memory, she dove into your crotch like it was her first, last, and only meal. Her tongue swirled through every crevice of you, taking only a few beats to express words of praise…

“My sweet, sweet girl.” , “You’re all mine” , “You taste so fucking good princess.”

Although, her affirmations could hardly be understood over your exuberant cries of pleasure. In your case, sentences were the last thing being formed as your bliss began to reach a fever pitch.

“Close,” you mumbled, “so close.”

Ellie halted all movements, not wanting it to end.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy? No way baby, we still have more fun to be had.” She shook her head taunting you. No matter how much it hurt, Ellie was in control and you clenched hard trying to prevent any further acceleration to your orgasm. You wanted to be the very best girl for your very best girl.

“Come on, let’s take this to the pantry.” She hoisted you up off your place in the kitchen and assisted you there, your slick dripping down the innards of your legs as you walked (it was really more of a wobble and hop).

With a glistening face of your wetness, Ellie then commanded you again, “Lie down for me pretty.” You did so as Ellie stripped herself down, meeting your bareness. She dipped into your form on the cold tile but the heat of your bodies was enough to distract from all the outside factors.

Purple and blue welts appeared across your neck and breasts as Ellie sucked every bit of skin she could in between the wrath of her teeth. With her parallel to you, your hands reached down to confront the mess that was Ellie’s folds.

“So wet.” you whimpered in satisfaction. Knowing how just your sole pleasure could do that much to her drove you mad. You couldn’t help but slip a finger inside her tight little hole, trying to give back even just a sliver of the bliss she gave you. Ellie gasped as you filled her up, releasing the bit of flesh in her mouth that she had been suctioning to.

As much as she reveled in your pleasure, you reveled in hers. More whipped cream squirted between your bodies, mixing with the influx of sweat being produced. After many sloppy, in-and-out pumps of your digits you pulled them out to taste.

Ellie took this as an opportunity to grab your hips, holding them still for her own to align just right. You both began rocking against each other, unsteady at first, but with practice you gained a perfect rhythm. Clits bumped as heaving breaths and loud groans shot through the air. The mess hall pantry has become heaven on earth.

“Fuccckkk, I think I’m gonna…” Ellie erupted and you followed.

“Mmmmm.” Your back arching and her hips bucking chaotically, Ellie assaulted your sensitive ball of nerves with her own. The stars aligned and the angels sang as the both of you reached the climax of your lives. It was euphoric. White flooded your vision as you continued to ride out this high with the girl of your dreams. Sweet, sweet Ellie Williams.

Finally, the ravenous movement and desperate attempts at pleasure caught back up, leaving you limp and fucked out. Ellie lay next to you with a firm grip on your hand, maintaining contact as a sense of comfort and slight fear that if she didn’t hold on you’d vanish into thin air. You rolled to your side scattering gentle pecks on her arms and torso.

“My special girl” you whispered into her skin, just loud enough for Ellie to hear. She smiled at you and then let out a large sigh of release, kissing you back.

“God, you’re sticky. Wonder how that happened??” A stupid little grin was stamped on her face as she teased about the recent sexual escapades.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” You nodded with adoring eyes. She was an angel in bed and out of it. With a wet rag Ellie cleaned up the sugary, sweet mess, giving an occasional kiss of tenderness. It was all you could’ve ever asked for, and it continued that way for the rest of the summer and many more to come.

✄ - - - - part 1 , part 2 , part 3 - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

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avissapiens · 4 months

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Jockbull Summer Week 6 Set B (18/12/23-24/12/23)

Model used Onome egger(yes this is reused, didn't have time to make a new one)

So this is the first time I fucked up the fast. I still did manage to keep a net caloric intake of about 700cal because of cardio. But I was so out of it in the morning that i forgot to remove the egg yolks in my eggs. And egg yolks are so full of carbs and delicious delicious fats.

It didn’t ruin the day by any means, and arguably made the morning much more bearable. But it was an extra like 200 calories that I could have docked.

Only one meditation this week and it was very standard. Just trying to sort out my brain and prioritize things so i don’t feel so overwhelmed. Coalesce and relax and remind myself that not everything is actually important. Things can go undone if they don’t need to be. Set things in order so that you can deal with the few important things and everything else can go on auto mode.

Always doing this ngl. I wake up from my pre-gym nap and i stroke a bit before getting ready. But also i did break the edging streak…several times..with a cute himbo slut tho so it’s alright. Was so pent up. Bred him and *literally* tore him open with this fat fucking bull cock. Disturbed all his neighbours for hours. But i Can't wait to build back that energy.

Okay I am working on an ACTUAL creative work right now in the form of an avis abstraction. But I am gonna cheat and declare this as one too.

I have a 600 song music playlist that i’ve been building and curating since I was about 13. My music tastes are very incongruent and eclectic and i love them.

So what I’ve done is I went through the songs and picked out a few for each archetype and put them into little vibe playlists that i thought evoked their essences. Enjoy them! (Alpha/Bro/Bull/Jock/Himbo/Pup/AVIS)

I didn’t write up Last week’s Set C. For that I apologize. If I did I would have told you all how the routine feels set now. I’ve got a whole bunch of skincare stuff. Supplements. A process. And its really helping me I feel. It doesn’t feel monotonous. I feel like its placing me into a good starting position for the day to feel good about myself.

#jockbull summer #JBS #Jock #Bull

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lunexrin · 10 months

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Strings and Soccer.

Michael Kaiser (Thread of Fate AU.)

| I just wanted to quickly throw this in here that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing and this is just a piece of my mind as the clock almost strikes 1 in the morning. This has little to no proof-read at all, and this is my first time writing on here so I do apologize for the mistakes I made below. Thank you and enjoy. |

It's a terrifying sight to say the least; the look of determination this man has in his eyes. You knew he was always serious in what he does, and his obsession with soccer was something that you always admired. That crazed look in his eyes whenever he kicks the ball ever so freely to reach the opponent's goal, the determined look in his eyes-- that is how he looked before you now, but it seems even stronger.

He wasn't about to take no for an answer, and you knew that more than anyone. Michael Kaiser simply does not beg, it doesn't exist in his 101 egoistical guide that he lives his life according to-- but for you? He will. He will 'beg' for you to stay, in his own way of course.

The deadly grip that he has around your wrist, his touch almost burns, and it pains you, but it was undeniably soft for the Michael Kaiser. That's how he always was to you; soft. Well the more accurate way to say it is; merciful. He pulled you closer by your wrist, making you stumble forward, your chests almost making contact before you stumbled back.

"Stay."

The audacity. Wasn't he the one who had cut you off like you meant nothing to him? Wasn't he the one who rejected your calls, blocked you everywhere, because you were a 'distraction' ? Not to mention the nerve that he had to say such a thing in the most pitiful voice he would ever use while he lived on this earth, but it was only for you, that is.

And how dare the string show itself again-- you thought he had already cut it, but the string is so darn stubborn.

[12 years ago.]

You and Michael were considered lucky to be tied by the sacred string, on one lonely day at the children's playground, many, many years ago. You had always struggled to make friends, while he-- well, he didn't need any. He thinks these other gremlins were just too much of a hassle and a waste of space.

You watched the other kids play, some sort of longing bloomed in your pure soul as you watched the other kids your age play tags with their other friends. It has always been this way. You were just too shy, and no one really wanted to approach you. But it doesn't necessarily upset you; you don't mind being the only company for yourself. After all, you'll end up alone after your lifespan ends, won't you? You had quite an interesting mind, for a child.

The rain suddenly fell, and you looked up to the grey skies and watched as the faint light of the rumbling thunder peeked through the ethereal clouds. You let the rain fall onto you for a little, before making your way under the metal fort of the playground, almost as if you didn't want to. You wanted to play under the rain, but you knew better than to get yourself soaked while waiting for your parents to pick you up just to get scolded afterwards.

You brought your knees to your chest and started drawing patterns on the wet sand of the ground. You could hear the annoying sneezes of the other kids already, but you paid no mind. Loud splashes coming from the footsteps of a boy with a ball in front of his moving legs in the distance went unnoticed by you at first, before at the corner of your eye, you saw a ball stopping right beside your feet, dirty and stained with mud. But that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye.

You saw the sacred crimson string glowing before your own eyes. Who does it belong to? You were so oblivious to it, and it took you a solid 10 seconds to figure out that your small pinky was tied to it. You couldn't believe it. The other end of that thin string was your.. soulmate?

You saw a pair of dirty sneakers stop right beside the ball, and you could see the figure just enough-- the fair soft skin that was soaked by the rain water, and the small fingers that somehow looked so delicate to you, and a pinky tied to the same, glowing thread of fate that lies on the ground.

The figure slowly bent down, revealing a boy maybe about your age, witnessing the most infuriatingly captivating blue eyes that have ever bore into your own gaze. His head ever so slightly tilted to the side, his gorgeous blonde hair with blue streaks were drenched by the rain, looking so majestic even under the pouring rain.

"Found you."

#blue lock #anime #michael kaiser #blue lock fic #bllk x reader #bllk fic #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #blue lock kaiser #bllk kaiser #angst?#fluff?

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cerebralinvasion · 1 year

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february yandere event!!

yikes! i just realized i haven’t posted here in like a month! soooo partially as an apology but mainly because i decided it’d be fun, we’re gonna do a little event! every day of february i’ll write a little bsd x reader drabble for you from this prompt list! with the twist being that all prompts are yandere inspired hehe… i don’t assign characters to a prompt until the day of so feel free to request characters for any day you want! one character can even have multiple slots!! okay that’s all for the notes!! list of prompts below!

1. “Aw, are you gonna cry? Go ahead, it’s not gonna change anything.” (kouyou)

2. “Please be good for me. I don’t want to hurt you.” (atsushi)

3. “I’m doing this for you! Why are you trying to stop me?!” (ranpo)

4. “My life is so bleak without you.”(dazai)

5. “I don’t care if your eyes are filled with love or hate, I just want you to look at me.” (higuchi)

6. “Did you really think you could escape?”(dazai)

7. “I’m all you have left now.”(mushitarou)

8. “What do they have that I don’t?!” (akutagawa)

9. “One more chance! I’m giving you one more chance to fucking stop resisting!” (chuuya)

10. “This might sound weird, but I like it when you’re sick. Because then you let me take care of you.”(yosano)

11. “Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.” (jouno)

12. “I don’t mind being a monster as long as I’m your monster.”(akutagawa)

13. “Listen, I’m giving you two choices. Either you start eating willingly or I’ll force you. There’s no way I’m letting you starve yourself to death.”(chuuya)

14. “Why…why do you keep resisting me? That’s not fair! Don’t I deserve to be happy too?!”(akutagawa)

15. “Love is patient. I, however, am not.”(mori)

16. “I just want to protect you. Nothing wrong with that, is it?”(jouno)

17. “Silly little thing. Don’t you realize that this is all your fault?” (fyodor)

18. “These people are stupid! Can’t they see that you’re mine?!” (ranpo)

19. “Good morning ~! Sleep well? I hope the bindings aren’t too tight. Did you know you’re quite the restless sleeper?” (dazai)

20. “hopeless? You think I’m hopeless? Sweetheart. Pigeon. Dove. Don’t you see that you’re the one caged here?”(nikolai)

21. “those bruises… did i do that…?”(chuuya)

22. “oh, you aren’t that drunk, don’t worry. i just drugged you.”(dazai)

23. “i keep pencils you’ve chewed on, pictures i’ve printed of you, clothes i’ve stolen from your room… you think i’m a creep, don’t you?”(poe)

24. “want to escape? tell me, what other person would ever love someone like you?” (fyodor)

25. “I know how fucked up this is. It’s just―there’s no other way I can keep you safe.”(chuuya)

26. “you don’t know how much i hate being this way- but i can’t change.” (tetcho)

27. “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.” (chuuya)

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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maidwithlove · 2 years

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coffee shop

One glance two glances

three

She sat behind her laptop, typing,

getting lost in her train of thought, distracted.

The relaxed ambience of the coffee shop was present in the sweetness of their glances and the connection of their souls. They stole looks to one another, no gestures, no expressions, just two curious eyes swaying around the room and landing on each other but the old Chinese story of the red rope between two soulmates was present in this time soon to blossom into something bittersweet.

A game of ping

pong some might say, waiting for the other to shoot to hit back but this wasn’t a game, it was a time. A time that waited to strike at its own accordance because these two were at a time, half past each other. Not at 12 o’clock.

three glances two glances

One!

Regular Chai tea latte

He stood up to get his order, his shirt ruffled and the sweat patches visible. He glided on his HUGO derby shoes, the floor being swept with rush. He stole a glance at her as he made his way to the till and instead of sharing a smile, he tumbled his hair as he took each step towards the counter, receiving his tea and making it look like an extra small. He took a quick turn back and,

Oop! Sorry!

His order dropped to the floor, messing his shoes and hers

I’m really sorry, I’ll clean it up

She rushed to the ground, wiping the floor and his shoes with her crumpled tissue from the pocket of her grey jeans,

Typical of me to be so clumsy

He stood there staring, no words, letting her drift off into chatter.

How can I make it up to you?

I was just walking and and and bam, just…. just bumped into you and… I’m really sorry, I am, it is my fault, I should really have looked where I was going, how could I make it up to you?

She continued to wipe below her

She stood up with her hands held up and clenched in disbelief and apologies, finally looked up from the floor. He stood there expressionless and her expression full. He lifted a smile to her to his right cheek, passed her a napkin and gestured to her feet that are still wet from the accident. He turned back to the waiter behind the counter.

Regular Chai tea latte, please

He sat back to his seat and started writing on the tissue lying about on the table, he found himself smiling at moments, glanced towards her and shook his head with love. He stood to get his order and finally got the courage to walk to her. The tissue wrapped around the cup as he handed it to her and smiled. She seemed a bit confused but her smile is genuine. She asked him if he can stay, he told her he wished he could but has a lot of work to catch up on, it was a lie… to keep her on her toes.

It read

May 1st 2012

She was a different one, clumsy for sure, but different. Her smile she tried to hide could catch a man drifting into happiness. Her brown tight curls and gold jewellery that hung from the lobe of her ear and the nape of her neck shone beautifully against her skin. We were 2 metres away but each moment I took a glance at her I felt like I was taking a step towards her love. She was elegant, a light blue blouse with washed grey jeans and here I am with this morning’s office attire at 6 pm, drained. She kept on talking and talking but her voice was sweet with sincerity, I listened to her talk because it was the only thing that kept me calm at the moment. She stood up and I caught her eyes, full of worry, I smiled to reassure her. I didn’t talk to not make problems any worse, she is beautiful and her company is even more.

Zaid

They saw each other again at the coffee shop and this time she took initiative.

Two, please

She told the waiter as the clock strikes 12.

One glance two smiles

Would you like to share some tea?

#short story #writers #art #lovers #romantic #coffeshop #coffee

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I just wanted to say that I'm not upset anymore about what happened last weekend. I honestly don't have the energy to be angry about anything right now. I realize I never said anything else about it so I'm sorry. I apologize for freaking out. I figured it would be best if I took some time to calm down anyway.

I don't want to be a downer but I'm having a bad week again. I could use a hug right now. I need to talk about stuff because I was having bad thoughts when I was driving home. It has been super busy. Everything is a disaster. Every morning this week I've walked in to find a mess. There are 4 people off this week so that has made things worse. Of course everyone is in a shitty mood and pissed off. I worked 11 hours Monday and Tuesday and 12 today. Almost everyone has been forced to work overtime.

The new computer system isn't making anything easier because it crashes all the time and there are a lot of problems with it. The morning team lead was super pissed off about it this morning. He was throwing a tantrum and yelling. He was trying to record the results for a biological test and the system wouldn't let him because no one logged the information for the control when they put it into the incubator. I was trying to get him to calm down and all he needed to do was put a new control vial into the incubator but he wouldn't listen to me. I offered to open decontam for him because I wanted an excuse to get away even though I still had a ton of stuff to get set up. I get anxious whenever I'm around someone acting aggressively even if their frustration isn't directed towards me.

I think everyone is super tired and people are making a lot of mistakes so we had to flash a bunch of instruments earlier. Somehow I haven't made any major mistakes considering I'm very sleep-deprived so that's good at least.

I remember mentioning a while back that 2 of my co-workers are dating and they fight all the time. It hasn't gotten any better. Today she came up to me and asked me how to get away from an abusive partner because she knew I had been in a similar situation. I was shocked because I didn't realize it was that bad but everything is starting to make sense now. She's dating the same guy that acted really creepy towards me a few months ago. He has always given me bad vibes and I was right not to trust him. He's very manipulative and controlling. I gave her advice and reminded her that she can text me any time. I am going to do my best to help her as much as I can. I'm not afraid to tell him to fuck off if I have to because I've already done it once. It's going to be difficult for her to get away from him since they work the same hours. I'm just glad they don't live together but I really hope he doesn't do anything crazy. I feel horrible for her and no one deserves to get treated that way. I hope things get better for her.

Anyway, the past few days have been a blur. I am glad tomorrow is my Friday. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the day but I know I will. I don't want to think about it anymore right now.

I know I need to try to relax but I'm having a tough time. I can't shut my brain off. I haven't been eating enough this week so it's making me feel like shit too. I wish I had more of an appetite. I will force myself to eat something soon. I am so achy right now. My neck is bothering me a lot and it feels like someone is stabbing needles into my vertebra. I just want to feel better.

I'm sorry for being so negative and complaining so much. I have to talk about stuff so I don't explode.

I still have a lot to do before I go to bed unfortunately. I hope I can get stuff done quickly because I need to try to decompress for a while. I can't focus anymore so I should probably stop writing now. It would be nice if I could go to sleep at a decent time because I'm so tired.

Thank you all for listening to me vent. I really appreciate it. I hope everyone has a wonderful day tomorrow. 💖💖💖

#personal

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some addendums

"Rim! But that's actually a fake name, a code name if you like. Cause names have power so you don't just want go and give your name away to everybody" wait i did not fuuuucking know this line that rim says in 2.0 is fucking attributable back to 1.0 and to moopy. wow.

2. THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

WOLFLOVER21: (Hey guys hard to say this but I don't think I can keep up with this fast pace!) SCRATCHLOVER999: I can hardly keep up too. TOESOCKSQUEEN: It only takes like 5 minutes to reread things. :) RASSBERRYCALLING: Hey my caras practically the main one right now and even the pace is so fast, I ain't top dog any more.

everyone is showing themselves excellently here. my own comments, if any existed, have been lost to scratch 2.0 update selective deletion. jack wins "scariest" - his 12 year old self's "i'm going to put a smiley face at the end of something kinda mean" strats scare me to this day. rp structure precludes "main characters", the word augustine is looking for is "plot driver", but we appreciate his diplomacy in reaching out to the other team. the katia jack and augustine school of friend group beef: "when you guys are being mean to virginia it is for petty and ridiculous reasons and you should apologize right now. when i am being mean to virginia my rage is holy and righteous and it is the only reasonable thing to be doing." so it continued for like two whole years.

3. rim asking monoceros "did you burn down goatville and if so why" was deeply embarrassing to me even at the time because my ass did NOT have a good answer for him

4. monoceros says he "used a fire extranei" to set fire to goatville, a fact that never reoccurs and is worth considering as an alternate plot for adventure 3.3 but i'm on the fence

5. captain pathetic perking up when he hears vague reaffirmations that his girlfriend has not dumped him yet (she has expressed no intention of doing so)

Chuji turned her attention away from James and quietly walked across the room. "Quartz honestly.. You torture my obsidian to much." she giggled. Obsidian perked up slightly and smiled at Chuji.

Also: this follows a completely insipid argument between obsidian and quartz that (if you adjust for Bad Writing Behaviors) reveals sad and real things about Quartz being very afraid of anything bad happening, from death to mild inconvenience, to the only family she has left. And also: "tozi stared at the wall, wanting them to shut up." omg the boys are fightinggggg what will happen????

6. as a final note before i start reading this summary of contributions: checking in with the quartz and spark show.

"Are you okay?" She placed the back of her hand on Quartz's forehead. "Nope. Not a fever." "Nothing like that," she muttered. "Just a bad mood..." "What is it? You can tell me. We're best friends remember?" She grinned. "Of course. But don't tell anyone." Quartz looked down. "I acted like a bit of an idiot in the morning today, sort of overreacted." she began. "But it gets the message across.. I'm worried about Obsidian. He's the only family I have left, and I love him more than anyone on earth." "He used to be so happy, but now....It's Chuji isn't it?" "Maybe," she replied, kicking moodily at a stone. "Tozi, that is. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's back,but... Well, Obsidian had always reacted to Tozi in strange ways. Ever since he came." Spark looked at the ground. She loved Tozi, but knew it would never work out. He loved Chuji and that was the way things were. Quartz glanced sideways at her. "We're wallowing in self-pity, Spark," she laughed. "BACON!" Spark giggled. Love wasn't everything, she still had a great best friend.

Then they yell a bunch of other ~omgeh so random X3~ words like "biscuits" and "totoro" because sometimes they are mild to moderate self inserts of how jack and katia see themselves at age 12. and within that context, it's quite sweet. the end <3 next time on the ill advised aote reread: the infamous poppyworth scene, and then OMG! LUPUS AND KY BROKE UP LAST NIGHT

#og rp lb #rereads

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On today’s stream: How do you think I can get more consistent revenue from my writing and livestreaming? Plus, a live-reaction to Chapter 90 of Witch Watch!

And read along as well: an initial script for today’s stream is below.

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On today’s stream: How do you think I can get more consistent revenue from my writing and livestreaming? Plus, a live-reaction to Chapter 90 of Witch Watch!

Read “Witch Watch”: https://www.viz.com/shonenjump/chapters/witch-watch

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Intro

Let’s get started. Today is December 18, 2022. This is Sunday Morning Manga. I am Derek S. McGrath, my pronouns are he/him/his. I’m here every Sunday, 11 AM Eastern on Twitch and YouTube. You can read my writing on Tumblr, Medium, WordPress, @dereksmcgrath, and email me at [email protected].

I’ll talk about this more later, but if you like what you’re hearing, please consider a monetary contribution. Putting together this stream takes a bit of work, and your tips help pay down costs for setup and subscriptions. You can tip me at ko-fi.com/dereksmcgrath. Thank you for your consideration.

The views and opinions expressed on this livestream are those of the speaker–me–and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of any entities they represent or any other person mentioned.

Today’s Live Reaction: Witch Watch

As with every Sunday, there is a live-reaction to a new manga chapter. This time we’re looking at Chapter 90 of Witch Watch!

The series is written and illustrated by Kenta Shinohara, with English translation by Adrienne Beck and lettering by Annaliese “Ace” Christman. Witch Watch is distributed in English in the United States by Viz, available to read at viz.com/shonenjump/chapters/witch-watch.

Accessibility and Links (and Mask Up!)

Links to this chapter and other content from today’s stream are available on my web site, dereksmcgrath.wordpress.com. There’s also a script for today’s stream and all images for greater accessibility.

And as annoyed as you are hearing it, I’m just as annoyed seeing it: we’re not out of this pandemic, people, please mask up when going out or indoors.

And please get vaccinated! I had to take off last weekend from the livestream to recuperate after getting my latest COVID booster–I apologize for my absence. But I’m so glad I protected myself, and others, by doing what is the bare minimum. Please, take time to schedule your vaccination and recuperation (because if you’re like me, getting the vaccine is still going to take a lot out of you while you recover). The holidays are going to be rough for everyone traveling and being in large gatherings–so, mask up, vaccinate, and be smart and responsible to protect your health and those of others. Thank you.

Donations

Speaking of the holiday season, please consider donations to political and social causes, as well as to people contributing so much to education and critical thinking.

It is thanks to the volunteers, staff, and financial contributions to Raphael Warnock that he was re-elected to the Senate in Georgia–thank you, Georgia! And there is more work to do ahead of the 2024 elections in order to increase the number of Democrats in Congress. Please look into Democrats to run in primaries–starting in Arizona. Please look at candidates there to get the Democratic Party nomination for Senator of Arizona so that a fink like Sinema gets replaced with a decent Democrat.

And don’t forget, this holiday season, please donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds at abortionfunds.org, as well as to the Southern Poverty Law Center at splcenter.org (and support the Center’s lawsuit against the potentially unconstitutional Florida’s flights of asylum seekers to Massachusetts).

The University of California Academic Workers Strike Fund is also still continuing to raise funds at givebutter.com/uc-uaw.

Emergency Funding Request

And speaking of contributing money at the end of the year: I wish I had better financial news, personally.

The last year and a half has been rough. Thanks to this ongoing COVID pandemic, I am limited to remote work options. But one job contract ended, and with it a remote work opportunity that I was depending on. Then you have unexpected costs, such as my computer giving out months ago and requiring that I pay for a replacement. (And soon I will have to pay for new eyeglasses to replace the ones I have on.) Finally, moving into 2023, my health insurance cost is going up, along with the price for my Viz subscription that I use for this weekly Sunday livestream.

Each week on this livestream, I mention my resume, qualifications, and work interests. I don’t do these livestreams only to entertain myself–I do consider this work as part of my job. And while I appreciate all the contributions I receive from viewers and listeners, I am looking for more predictable and consistent payment options. I am applying for more jobs and trying to line up more interviews–but I also need some predictability in income.

This is where you come in–to offer me some feedback. What would you recommend as options for increasing payments and making them more consistent?

I already have my Ko-fi account–but would you all also be interested if I added Cash App?

I do livestreams on YouTube and Twitch for Sunday Morning Manga, and I will be bringing back my online American Literature I lessons–but would you prefer additional content, or different ways to package it? For example, I could do the American Literature I lectures as recordings rather than livestreams–and share them as early access to Patreon contributors.

And I could do video game playthroughs on Twitch. Would you be interested?

I write and post on Tumblr, WordPress, and Medium–but would you be interested in subscribing to a Substack? And perhaps sharing these livestreams as podcasts on Substack and elsewhere?

I welcome your feedback, as this is really important for me to find opportunities to support myself, when reliable and safe remote work opportunities have been limited. Please let me know in the comments which options I should explore to increase earnings from my livestream, podcasting, and writing. And please consider contributions at ko-fi.com/dereksmcgrath to help pay down costs setting up this livestream–and making sure I can afford health care the next year. Thank you in advance.

Labor Update

Before we get into this week’s live reaction, let’s do a check in on labor and unions. There is a lot I haven’t gotten into–including my conflicting feelings regarding the federal government imposing the contract onto both the labor union and the railroad industry, but the failure of enough Republicans to support the sick days asked by those railroad unions. While many railroad unions opposed the deals, there were railroad unions that also supported those deals. This is not an issue that is going away–and we need a Democratic Party that will have the votes to support union, which is not possible unless we vote for Democrats, kick out Republicans with our votes, and do all we can to defend unions and strikes.

Which leads to something I can speak to more easily, from my experience in higher education, whereas I’m not a railroad worker and can’t speak as well to those topics.

New Jersey City University is ending 37 percent of its academic programs, which will result in the firing of 30 professors. Programs ending include ones in early childhood education, journalism, and environmental science. You can read a full list in the news article by Joshua Rosario at The Jersey Journal–web link is in the video description.

You’ll forgive my sour grapes if I point out that this should be major news from certain academic organizations–but isn’t. Don’t say you stand against the evils of neoliberalism (or, you know, you could just call it the evils of capitalism, or the evils of greed, or something that more people can understand) if you’re not going to actually stand up for something. It is easy to say you stand against something awful–but do nothing meaningful about it–because it is harder to actually stand up for someone and offer meaningful action.

NJCU is a public university–I recommend, if you are a voter in New Jersey, that you call your state legislature and tell them to find funding to make sure these professors are hired and that these students’ programs are returned. We can’t keep rolling back funding for education and then wonder why we have an electorate that votes against its best interests, and people who can’t support themselves without education or work opportunities.

Please, if you are in New Jersey, look up the phone number for your legislator’s office, ask where they stand on funding NJCU–and if they can’t commit to funding higher education, let them know that you are considering voting for someone else to take their seat, whether in the Democratic primary or for a Democrat over a Republican.

Live-Reaction: Witch Watch

But enough about labor–let’s get on with today’s live-reaction!

As with every Sunday, there is a live-reaction to a new manga chapter released this morning, this time looking at Chapter 90 of Witch Watch!

Previously in Witch Watch

The last time I talked about Witch Watch at length was a live reaction to Chapter 79, way back on October 2, 2022.

I wish I could say I was following the major arc that has dominated the manga…but my attention waned pretty quickly, not helped by one off-putting gag chapter. Although, as I’ll talk about in a bit, there was one really funny chapter that was evocative of Shinohara’s previous work on Gintama, so, that was a plus.

It’s bothersome to me, because I remember really liking a lot of Chapter 79, with gags built around Kan’s awkward footwear and fighting a soda-theme Kamen Rider knockoff–it was too goofy to not appreciate.

And the next arc was an admittedly amusing two-chapter arc about independent manga publishing, which had some decent in-jokes about the marketplace, comics conventions, print problems, and marketing strategies.

But then Witch Watch entered into a serious arc, and I felt lost as well as underwhelmed.

In this arc, Morihito meets up with his old teacher Ran. It leads to an annoying gag around Nico assuming Morihito is meeting up with an old girlfriend, then that gag is thrown away once the misunderstanding is cleared up–because the go-to gag for Shinohara is that she has to be worried about her relationship with Morihito at all times, which does feel stifling for character progression.”Stifling,” but not the only thing she is about, given her progression with her magic and, as Morihito has to struggle with, too, her own family’s drama.

And that family drama catches up to Morihito, as his teacher Ran is an old family friend–who proceeds to try to kill Morihito in combat.

Spoilers for this arc, so bear with me. The secret of this arc is built around who Ran really is. We’re introduced to him as being an ogre, like Morihito. But then we learn Ran’s shocking secret: he’s actually a warlock, on his mother’s side–and his mother died in childbirth…because heaven forbid we have a man as a major character without having a dead woman be the motivation for this story.

(Granted, the story writes in a reason: his mother wanted to die, she is immortal, she can’t die unless it’s by giving birth. It’s some real Steven Universe energy–but, again, without really having the feminist and queer cred to pull this off.)

So, because Ran’s life exists just so his mother could die, he has a chip on his shoulder against the world. And then when his dad died, and Ran’s lifespan was elongated by slower aging thanks to his mother, he just gets more bitter, claiming his dad never loved him, that he had to live so long. And then he saw how well Morihito got along with his own dad, so he got bitter and jealous and took off running in a huff–

And I don’t care. I know I sound callous, and maybe this all will be revealed later. But right now, we’re told that Ran’s dad never loved him–and that’s it. We’re told he is judged by others for being a warlock and the son of an ogre–and we only have his side of the story. I feel like this will be when we learn Bowler Hat Man in Meet the Robinsons was actually rather well liked by everyone, and his toxic personality is what led him to think the worst of others, not that he was mistreated. I want to know that Ran here is mistreated, and what he says about discrimination should prove that–but I want to see it, not only hear it.

We don’t get more than this: we just get whatever Ran says, not seeing that animosity towards him. Why should I believe Ran’s word? We’re supposed to get that vibe, that Ran is correct, that people do fear him for his origins–as we see when he confronts a crime boss. But that’s only after the human gang members approach Ran and think he’s human before fighting him. We don’t have the gang members knowing he is already of ogre origins–they just goad him into a fight, and he responds in kind because this was all according to his plan. It’s out of order. Make it so that the gang members already see he’s an ogre–and hate him for that. Show us that discrimination. Otherwise, Ran is just making crap up that people don’t like him for being an ogre rather than for being a jerk–which, maybe that was the point, that he is really a jerk and just finding motivation out of presumed prejudice, which…yeah, that has its own unfortunate implications, so I am going to step away from that detail for a bit until I can process this idea more.

But back to Ran and his parents. How do I know this plot won’t unfold that his dad really did love him, and Ran’s actions are inspired by misconceptions? This feels like when Shadow the Hedgehog can’t determine his motivations until he remembers Maria’s last words, then suddenly his motivations change. I know I’m overthinking storytelling tropes, but, yeah, if I’m not entertained, I nitpick more than I enjoy the work.

And I’m not sure this twist works, the twist that we all thought Ran was an ogre but he’s actually a warlock. It depends on building up a mystery that can be solved by Ran by accidentally revealing he isn’t really an ogre. Who would he let that slip to by accident? Maybe Morihito? I don’t know–it just feels off to have Ran be yet another dull antagonist who anticipates everything and never slips up once. Seeing as Morihito has been trying to win all his childhood to be stronger than Ran, only to learn now that would never happen because Ran is a warlock, and that’s how he beat Ran, not with physical strength but just magic.

Granted, Witch Watch does anticipate a bit of this: thanks to a warning sent to Nico, she shows up and reveals Ran is actually a warlock. So, this is both me complaining about how long Ran could really pass as an ogre–and using one of your established characters, Nico, to believability out Ran as a warlock when no one else could. I want to acknowledge the good, that the mangaka Shinohara does set up a problem, then lets Nico solve the problem. That is good writing–just not the most interesting way to handle a dull antagonist.

It’s not as if this choice with Ran–that he hides his warlock nature for so long–doesn’t show that he is a calculating, shrewd antagonist. But it is odd that he can deceive people for, what, at least five years, that he is indeed an ogre? This is handwaved by having Ran be a pivotal part of Morihito’s childhood–for just two weeks, though, before he walked off. So, we get an in-story reason.

But, thematically, this is also an unfortunate storytelling choice. This depends on ideas about passing–which, honestly, Witch Watch has been odd about, where so much of the story is told in terms of supernatural characters who can easily pass as human, which builds the theme of the story as being that we are all really the same despite our differences…while still building that theme on the notion of just having everyone look human, which robs variety in character design potential and suggests that passing as human is the most acceptable visual option. Not all people can just change their appearances that drastically–but this is a thorny topic that I am not approaching as well as I want to without putting in more time to think it through and write it out.

I could go into more detail about this plot, including how we learn Ran is part of some conspiracy to use Nico to resurrect a powerful warlock–but I don’t care, this is a long-term plot, and this comparatively shorter arc is just a stepping stone, so until I see how the story wraps up, I don’t feel invested enough to enjoy how well this arc sets up that ending.

If there is any regret I have from my first reading, I did not appreciate the action in this serious arc. I have held back on criticizing certain action manga–My Hero Academia, chief of them–where the action is not easy to follow, in paneling or representation. But the fight between Ran and Morihito in Chapter 83 is actually easy to follow, and I love the line art when Morihito is knocked back, with the parallel lines to show the impact of Morihito being thrown aside. That is a simple action, but one that Shinohara does well illustrating, better than the admittedly more ambitious work Horikoshi is trying to accomplish in My Hero Academia.

Let’s wrap this up and talk about the next three chapters–and what does and doesn’t work in them. We get a chapter that is about vlogging and genderbending–with a weird TM Revolution pun and a pretty crass joke about flashing the camera…which, yeah, I’m not the age group for this manga, but at my age, with characters this old, creepy. Then we get a chapter about being invisible…which leads to a corny Terminator gag (as if I need to hear more people sucking up to James Cameron this week), and a “no homo” homophobic gag, which…no. All of that, no.

The best of these filler stories was the previous chapter, Chapter 89, in which the crew’s friend tries to make a picture story for her young cousin–but the illustrations are all creepy drawings that don’t match the story, leading to humor in terms of the disconnect between the two. It’s a simple story but a funny one. So, yay, we wrapped up this string of chapters with a better gag comic compared to the overly serious narrative arc and some clunker filler chapters.

Live-Reaction: Witch Watch Chapter 90

And now that we have caught up, let’s get started with Page 1 of Chapter 90 of Witch Watch! Read along at viz.com/shonenjump/chapters/witch-watch–link is in the video description and on screen.

[Transcript of the live-reaction to be included later]

Contact Info and Credits

I’ll wrap up there. Thanks for listening to this week’s stream of Sunday Morning Manga! What did you think of the new chapter of Witch Watch? Please share your remarks in the comments section or send me an email: [email protected].

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Emergency Funding Request

And as I said at the beginning of this livestream, I would appreciate your feedback how you would like to see revenue generated from my work. Cash App? Early access to my course lectures? Patreon? Substack? Live video gameplay? Let me know in the comments–thanks for your consideration.

Other People’s Awesome Stuff

And if you like what you heard–or didn’t like what you heard–check out other people’s awesome stuff! There’s the Pro Left Podcast, Black Comics Chat on Twitch, there is the writing of Jeff Harris at post.news/nemalki (and please support his work in media criticism on Paypal and his Amazon wishlist).

GoldenSunDeer

And there are illustrations by the talented GoldenSunDeer (please commission them: their rates are listed on their social media). And appropriate for the winter season, here is some of their latest artwork, featuring the cast of Soul Eater engaging in a snowball fight! Looks like Crona isn’t into it as much as Black Star and Patty are–which, yeah, that fits. Thank you for sharing this art, GoldenSunDeer! If you like this art by GoldenSunDeer, please commission them at https://twitter.com/GoldenSunDeer.

Irregulars Productions

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Sudden Death, Sudden Life

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matryosika · 2 years

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pairing – jisung x reader

word count – 2.4 k

genre – smut

warnings – mentions of hyunjin x reader, free use, graphoerotica, cum eating, use of underwear as a gag, semi-public sex, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, piv, unprotected sex, creampie.

* for reference, when practicing "free use", it is convenient for the person to wear a specific accessory or article of clothing (previously discussed) to let their partner/s know that they are willing to engage in such practices at that specific moment or day! in this case the black ribbon/bow represents this.

notes – i don't know what happened to me tonight but i just couldn't get this thought out of my head and i had to write it. i haven't read this so i apologize for any mistakes in advance! if you liked it, please let me now ❤️

[12:38 p.m., Jisung] I want you.

[12:38 p.m., You] Right now?

[12:38 p.m., Jisung] Right now.

You should've guessed something like this was going to happen. You should've guessed that from the minute you woke up that morning with the idea of wearing that specific black, satined bow in your hair, one that both jisung and hyunjin utterly adored.

Not because of how it looked on it, no.

But because of what it represented.

[12:39 p.m., Jisung] I am so hard and it is all your fault.

Your hands reached for the hems of your skirt while you felt the skin on your cheeks burning in embarrassment, the perversion of reading his messages while being in class made you feel just the right amount of sinful and the greatest amount of filthy.

[12:39 p.m., Jisung] Meet me at the old library in 5.

[12:39 p.m., Jisung] Or else i will have to look for you and fuck you in front of whoever is watching.

You knew Jisung and you knew better than to make him wait, especially when you were ready to help him relieve his stress like the good, compassionate best friend you were.

So you stood up from your seat, trying to draw as little attention as possible, while you pushed the chair back on its place and walked all the way to the back door of the classroom.

Absolutely no one paid attention to your previous actions, not even the professor who was about to explain the final project for your genetics class.

However, a pair of dark, half-lidded eyes did.

The same pair of eyes that watched you falling apart in between his arms just a few minutes ago.

The same pair of eyes whose owner made sure to leave your whole body a hectic mess for the next man who was thinking about having you for himself.

[12:41 p.m., Hyunjin] Be a good girl and don't clean yourself before meeting him.

[12:41 p.m., Hyunjin] Let him see how pretty you truly look after being used.

You get out of the building.

Then turn left.

Then turn left again.

Then look for a broken, white bench.

The old library is right there, in front of it.

You still vividly remember the very first time you walked all the way to that musty building behind the newest ones. It was old but, ever since you, hyunjin and jisung started to pay it visits, it was anything but abandoned.

Your body shaked in anticipation, your trembling hands pushing the glass door that was once automatic while your pair of curious eyes registered the whole library building, just in case someone was skipping class or smoking inside of it.

However, once you realized there was absolutely no one besides you and the man waiting for you upstairs, you decided to start your way up to the second floor.

[12:43 p.m., Jisung] Study carrel 9.

You walked along the stairs carefully, not wanting to make too much noise just because.

However, the task was rather hard.

Even though it was barely noon, the whole building was dark. Whether it was because of how the newer buildings blocked the sunlight from it or because of the fact that it lacked windows, you liked it. You liked the privacy it provided.

“Jisung?” you quietly whispered, your knuckles softly hitting the cold material of the door while you awaited for your friend to open it.

And just like that, in a span of 10 seconds, you found yourself inside the small, study room with your whole body bent over the desk and your tartan skirt rolled up so Jisung could catch a good glimpse of your arse.

“What where you thinking?” he groaned, brushing his clothed erections against your left thigh and ass cheek, “What made you think it was a good idea to wear that today?”

That being the black ribbon.

“Curious,” you shyly admitted, closing your eyes while one side of your face was against the cold surface of the desk, “I wanted to see your reactions”.

His hands caressed your ass, dragging the tip of his digits along it and preparing you for a painful –but pleasent– spank.

“And how did Hyunjin react?” he queried, right after providing you with another slap that sent a sharp pain throughout your whole body, “Realizing how much of a slut you truly are for even letting us use you in a public place”.

As he spitted the last words, his graceful fingers latched to the sides of your pink, cotton panties while sliding them down and off your legs.

Much to his surprise, you didn't have to talk about how Hyunjin reacted to your mischief for Jisung to realize exactly what his best friend had been up to that morning.

“You got here less than an hour ago and you have cum dripping out of your cunt,” Jisung scoffed, kneeling slightly to get your panties off of you while you were still bent over the desk for him. “And I thought I was the needy one”.

You didn't say a word, but Jisung was fine with it.

After all, he enjoyed doing most of the talking. Especially when the “talking” consisted in him humiliating you for always being ready to get fucked by him, his best friend or any man that wanted to get his way with you.

“You are so easy,” he breathed, one of his hands reaching out for your hair while grabbing a fistful of it in a messy ponytail, “How did it feel to have Hyunjin's cum leaking out of you during class?”

Carefully, he pulled you by your hair and forced you to straighten up your whole body, turning you around in a way that your arse ended up against the edge of the study desk.

“I bet it was hard, wasn't it?” he hummed, his hands dragging along the sides of your body while he pressed his bulge against your tummy. “Trying to differentiate your own wetness from Hyunjin’s cum”.

You licked your lips as the only response, giving him a gaze that he was most likely never going to forget.

A blunt gaze that was basically asking for him to use you as well, just like Hyunjin did that morning.

“Take off your shirt,” He ordered, unbuckling his belt and slightly lowering his black pants, “I want to see your tits bouncing while i fuck you so you better put on a good show for me”.

And oh, little did he know about how Hyunjin got you prepped and ready to give him the filthiest show.

Just exactly like he liked it.

With a swift movement you removed the white shirt off of your body, gracefully keeping it next to you so it wouldn't end up getting dirty by landing on the floor.

And, as you removed your shirt, you revealed Hyunjin's masterpiece, one that was done in a rush but that ended up being just the right amount of dirty for Jisung to grow harder and harder underneath his pants.

“I can only imagine,” he murmured, the tip of his digits tracing the words written on your skin while your nipples hardened under his touch, “What would your classmates say about you if they got a chance to see you underneath those clothes”.

Humiliating, embarrassing, exciting.

Words and phrases like "Slut", "Use me", “Breed me“, “Cumslut”, “I am in heat” and “Sextoy”, along with Jisung's and Hyunjin' names, were written all over your body as if you were some sort of canvas.

Hyunjin liked doing that, and it was Jisung's first time encountering your body like that.

And just as he read word by word, he couldn't help but feel his bulge twitching inside his underwear. Seeing you that vulnerable, that submissive, that ready to be used at any place, any time, provided him with a satisfaction that he couldn't quite describe.

His fingers dragged along a small arrow drawn by hyunjin along with the word Cumdump, the small drawing signaling all the way to your dripping cunt that was almost barely exposed to him.

With a swift movement, he picked your body up from the back of your thighs and rested your ass on top of the desk, spreading your legs nice and wide while he took the time to admire the sinful image of your body.

The only things you were wearing were your tartan skirt, your shoes and that pretty black ribbon on your hair that was now messy because of Jisung's rough grip.

And, of course, the lewd words written all over your body.

“I really can't take another minute without having my cock buried inside that tight cunt,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. His bottom lip got caught up between his teet while he placed one of your legs near his shoulder, his skillful hand guiding the base of his cock to your dripping pussy and, without really pounding it inside you, he made sure to smear over your core any of hyunjin's remains.

“You are so wet that I don't even need to get you ready to take my cock,” he hummed, licking his lips and guidi g bith of his hands to your hips, “After all, you were the one who wanted to wear that black ribbon to school”.

Without giving you a proper warning, he slammed his cock inside you with a rough movement. It was as painful as it was pleasent, but you couldn't really help yourself and a singul groan ended up slipping out of your lips.

“Fuck toys don't make noise, do they?” he questioned you and you only you shook your head in response, your glossy eyes staring right at him as a way of begging for more, “But you are so needy today that i just know you are going to be moaning like the pathetic slut in heat you are”.

As if you weren't humiliated enough by words, Jisung couldn't help but smile once he felt your cunt clenching around him after using that phrase on you.

But, before giving in to his desires and doing what he had been waiting to do all morning, he pulled out your pink panties from his pockets.

The ones that were completely ruined with both your orgasm and Hyunjin's cum.

“I can't afford to have you making any noise, y/n,” he groaned, feeling your tight pussy throbbing against him once you realized what he was going to do next. “Keep them inside your mouth like the well-trained cumslut you are”.

Pushing the ruined underwear with two of his fingers inside your mouth, he continued with his task.

An easy task, one that involved him cumming and cumming inside you while your pretty cunt kept all of it without wasting anything.

“I promise you,” he murmured, clenching his jaw while his eyes got fixated on the way your breasts bounced with every thrust, “that i will never get tired of how good your body is to be fucked and used”.

You closed your eyes in pleasure, resting your whole weight on your forearms while Jisung kept on fucking you while the tip of his fingers brushed your bundle of nerves at the same fast, aggressive pace.

As much as he loved using you as if you were nothing but a toy made to provide him with pleasure, he enjoyed the practice more whenever you got to cum with him as well.

“I don't mean to last long,” he mumbled in between groans, feeling how his digits got coated with your juices instantly as soon as he traced your wetted slit, “so you better cum first or i can't promise you an orgasm today”.

He didn't need to say that though, because the knot in your lower abdomen was just about to come undone just by the sight of his desperate hips bucking against yours in an attempt to fill you up with cum.

You looked at him with teary eyes and dry throat, the taste of Hyunjin still lingering in your mouth while you were just about to be filled with cum again.

Only this time, it was a different man.

You couldn't even tell him that you were cumming due to the overwhelming sensations and the improvised gag that he made out of your underwear, but he quickly noticed it.

Your head falling back, your hardened nipples, the way your hands clasped to the edge of the desk and the way your legs desperately tried to close around him only indicated that you were at the highest point of your arousal.

And oh, he was weak for that.

He was weak for how your legs closed around him everytime he fucked you. He was weak for how, even at times where he rather pull out and cum over your pussy and abdomen, you wouldn't allow it. He was weak for how bad you needed to be filled not only with his cum, but his best friend's too.

You were naturally a slut and he loved every minute of it.

“Fuck-” he breathed, his head falling downwards while his eyes fixed on his twitching cock slowly going in and out of you, your fucked out body asking him for more and more even after a tiring session, “Fuck, y/n”.

You looked at him with big, glossy eyes, grateful for your orgasm. His hands reached out for your panties and, while trying not to loose any more time, he slid them up again to prevent his cum to leak out of your soaking cunt.

“Thank you,” he breathed, giving you a warm smile while he buckled his belt and pants, “Thank you for letting me use you”.

“Thank you for using me” you replied with a soft smile, still half naked sitting on top of the desk.

“Come here,” he whispered after finishing his task, embracing your sore body in a warm hug while he placed an innocent kiss on your forehead, “Hyunjin, did he take good care of you this morning?”

“Mhm,” you replied with a smile again, recalling the last moments you spent with him at the bathroom stall while he helped you getting dressed and provided you with snacks and water afterwards.

“Good,” Jisung mumbled, his hand caressing the sides of your face while he held you tight against him, “You did so good for us today, you must be tired”.

“It's only 1 p.m. though,” you cooed, Jisung's letting out a small scoff at your comment, “And i don't plan to take this ribbon off of me the whole day”.

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jkstompers · 3 years

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passing notes | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date.

genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!

warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ‘baby’

word count: 9k

author’s note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WE’VE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! i’m open to criticism but i cry easily so… pls pls be nice (Ｔ▽Ｔ) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah

additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined oc’s dress to look like :)

okay enjoy!! thank u ( ˘ ³˘)

it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didn’t go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now he’s speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isn’t taken.

he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceo’s, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkook’s never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place he’s ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date.

jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that you’ve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you’ve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, that’s it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you.

so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but he’s already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: don’t do it, she’ll reject you, you’re gonna look stupid in front of her.

meanwhile, you’re early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing,

[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night 😭

[12:45 pm] you: i don’t take alcohol very well 😖

[12:50 pm] jungkook: 😂😂��😂😂😂😂😂

[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover?

[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really

[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one 🥺

[12:53 pm] jungkook: it’s alright cutie

[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :)

[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u 😭 i’ll buy us lunch one of these days?

[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutie

[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner first

the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldn’t help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didn’t wanna come, then he didn’t have to.

you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you.

“hello, ___! is this seat taken?” taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, you’ve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something.

your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, “no, go ahead,” to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind.

it’s about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he can’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, that’s his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, that’s just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkook’s green monster pop out.

you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. “oh! good morning, jungkook!” you’re smiling to him. he doesn’t grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying.

maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didn’t even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous.

you’re stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. he’s wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. you’re unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, he’s just so cool. he’s not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly.

you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didn’t mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him.

when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesn’t keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it.

feeling okay?

you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkook’s shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk.

jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasn’t your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening.

yeah, didn’t save me a seat? :(

this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. “really? you’re passing notes? we’re in college, jeon.” taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you.

you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyung’s scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen.

i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3 but i didn’t think u were coming so i let taehyung sit here

you send it back and watch jungkook’s somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love.

jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now.

i’m sorry :( let me make it up to u? can i take you out on a date tonight?

check: ◯ yes ◯ no

jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, he’ll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never.

so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look he’s ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second.

⚫ yes :) ♡ ◯ no

the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldn’t compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, “alright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!” he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, “good luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!”

you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again.

you try to hide it by speaking first, “so, a date?”

he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. “yeah, did you change your mind?”

you shake your head. “is it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?” you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing.

jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. “fancy,” he answers, “you can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool too— whatever you want.” he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs.

“okay then,” you smile. “what time should i be ready?”

“i’ll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?” he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot.

“sounds good,” you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. “see you later, kookie.”

he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after you’ve already driven away and he’s sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and he’s finally asked you on a proper date.

jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isn’t sure what to wear and his hair isn’t working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesn’t sit right. he’s pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair.

he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now he’s full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on it’s own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didn’t work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you.

a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you saying that you like all flowers and that you couldn’t choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; you’re sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. you’re so pretty, it’s blessing that he’s able to lay his eyes upon you. you’re smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ‘cause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. you’re— that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you.

the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes it’s almost five minutes until 7.

[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuck

[6:54 pm] jungkook: i’m gonna be a little late

[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear i’m not standing u up

[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok i’m putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!!

[6:57 pm] you: ah okay!

[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha

[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3

jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as he’s standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat.

the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment.

“h— hi, you look— wow,” he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. “you’re fucking stunning.”

you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. “thank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.” you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you.

he holds them out, “these are for you.” like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass.

“these are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.” you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. “just give me one sec, i’ll put these down and then we can go?” you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again.

“that was fast,” he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take.

“i just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,” you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you.

“when they die, i’ll just buy you new ones.” closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat.

you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. “it’s kind of a waste, don’t you think?”

he shakes his head, “if it’s for you, nothing’s a waste.”

jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless.

with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, you’re so pretty. he was so nervous.

“ready, my lady?” he smiles, his arm out for you to hold.

it makes you laugh, a snort almost. “i’ve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.”

“only for you,” he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in.

this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. you’ve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. “let’s go?” jungkook’s voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand.

the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkook’s hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face.

with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, you’re stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table.

jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order.

“this is fucking crazy,” you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around.

“i know right!” jungkook looked as surprised as you were. “i asked my friends for some help and holy shit!”

“they know you’re on a date with me right now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

to this he furrows his eyebrows, “of course they do, i talk about you all the time—”but he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you can’t help but giggle. “i mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.”

you swoon. he’s so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesn’t matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didn’t mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive.

the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere.

“the view is so pretty,” you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully.

jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. “yeah…” he agrees, “very beautiful.” he smiles, only looking at you.

the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. “your childhood dream was to live in california?” he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america?

you nod, “sounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.”

“is that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?” he asks. there’s something you’re hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile.

at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, “well— there is— no, it’s embarrassing.” you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didn’t wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same.

you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. “i wanna hear about it.” his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain.

“there’s this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sites—” you cut yourself off when you realize that you’re talking at the speed of light. “i’m rambling.” you were terrified to see his reaction.

but when your eyes finally meet jungkook’s, they’re full of light. and his smile is so big. “dude, that’s so dope!” he grins, “i didn’t know you were so into the ocean!”

it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him.

“oh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.” you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love.

he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, he’d never get sick of it.

the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesn’t let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasn’t long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside.

you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you weren’t one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “let’s look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.”

you take his hand, “i love museums!” the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didn’t think it could get better, but it did.

when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the room’s wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. “these are the lovers! i had to analyze this once,” you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. “the real one is in australia, i think.” you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips.

jungkook listens intently, but he doesn’t pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesn’t stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind.

he can’t seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. “beautiful,” he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant.

you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesn’t kiss you now, he thinks he’ll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you.

jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. he’s had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that he’s in for it. he’ll never be able to get enough now that he’s gotten a taste.

neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurant’s museum didn’t seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkook’s car was.

when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this.

you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but there’s something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, “do you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? it’s more comfortable than sitting in the front.”

jungkook never took you for someone this bold. it’s either you didn’t know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).

he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. “do you want to just go for a little walk or something?” it’s not like jungkook didn’t want anything to happen, it’s that he did. if he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and he’s terrified that he’ll fuck everything up.

“oh, it’s just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.” you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel.

his eyes widen. why didn’t he think of that? “oh— oh shit, i didn’t even— yeah, let’s sit.” he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkook’s unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this?

the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each other’s lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. “i had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.”

it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, “me too, i was really nervous you wouldn’t like the food.”

“oh it was good! i’ll eat anything really, it’s just—“

“you didn’t like the place? was it too much—“

“no, jungkook, oh my god— i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,” you look to him seriously. “let me give you at least my half?”

he shakes his head, “i asked you out on this date, it means i pay, don’t worry about the price.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “big spender huh?”

a pretty laugh escapes his lips. “hard worker too.”

to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. he’s so terrified that he’ll embarrass himself right now, so he’s been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest.

“make a wish!” you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb.

you let out a small cheer before you ask him, “what’d you wish for?”

“if i told you then my wish wouldn’t come true, right?” he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesn’t feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more.

“can i kiss you again, kookie?”

he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.

but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. “it’s okay if you don’t want—“

“no, no, please, kiss me,” he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing you.

you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. there’s none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he can’t get enough. “tell me what you wished for, please,” you speak against his lips.

he smiles into the kiss. he wasn’t going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, “i wished for a second date.”

“oh, didn’t you know?” you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, “i grant wishes,” with wink.

“fuck, you’re so cute,” he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. “i uh— actually, didn’t plan for this to happen,“ he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words.

you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. “hm? what did you plan?”

“we were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didn’t think— we’re just ahead of schedule, that’s all.” jungkook tries to explain that he didn’t want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didn’t feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like you’re taking the wheel and jungkook doesn’t mind it one bit.

“oh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?” the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks.

he pouts when you giggle, “don’t laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, you’re just so amazing and i didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesn’t take long before you’re grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up

you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, “am i ruining your plans, kookie?”

jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but you’re so pretty and you’re on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true.

he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. “fuck plans,” he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that you’ll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. “can i touch you?” he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice.

you’ve never wanted anything more. “please,” you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away.

jungkook smiles at the action. “lay on my lap, baby.” he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently.

“like this?” you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that you’ve never seen, lusted and dark.

“mhm, perfect,” he nods. “good girl.” the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again.

you’re absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves.

“jungkook,” you whine, pulling away from his lips, “please.”

“please what, baby?” he kisses your cheek, “tell me what you want.”

“please touch me, please.” you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkook’s dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but you’re being so good.

“since you asked so nicely, baby,” he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, “for me?” he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. it’s just too bad they’re gonna be on the floor on his car. he’s gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.

you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. “oh, fuck,” jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. “you’re so wet baby.” he almost starts drooling, he can’t wait to taste you, but he’s still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, he’ll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers.

your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. “what about the windows—“

“they’re tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.” he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, “do you still want to do this? we can stop now.” he’s so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldn’t want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. “please.”

“anything for you.” he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadn’t indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific.

it wasn’t helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkook’s name. “more, kookie, more— fuck.”

“more baby?” he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. he’s one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. “like that? hmm? ”

jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a ‘retired fuck boy’ he was, but he’s never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more.

he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. “oh, god—“ you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone else’s dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. “kookie, kiss me, please,” you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers.

“i didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, “letting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?” his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkook’s ears.

“only— only for you, jungkook,” you whimper. you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes.

“good girl, all mine,” he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. “so wet baby,” he growls, “i know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.”

“p-please, i want it.” the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, you’d go crazy. begging wasn’t something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that you’d hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that you’d be so into being talked through it.

he smiles at your eagerness, “patience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?” kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely.

you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. he’s never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax.

lucky for jungkook, he didn’t have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice pitches a little higher than usual.

“gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” he gives you one last sloppy kiss before you’re moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. “fuck, you’re so hot, ___.”

you feel a smile break on your face. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. you’ve never seen anything hotter in your life. “sweet, just like you,” he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didn’t just cum on his fingers.

you’re distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, it’s then that you realize, “what about—“ you start but jungkook cuts you off quick.

“no, no, it’s okay, it’ll go away soon.” he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows.

you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you “can i?” you ask, so sweetly.

he stares at you with the most sexed eyes you’ve ever witnessed. “you’re driving me crazy.”

“you’re always so sweet to me, jungkook,” you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. “took me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.” your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. “let me return the favor, kookie.”

“i—“ he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. “i won’t last very long.”

you didn’t mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight.

“you’re so big, kook.” you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkook’s head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but he’s holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans.

his hips buck up, “shit, baby.” he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, “you’re so filthy, baby, holy shit.”

you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling. the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, “wanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, don’t you, kookie?”

jungkook twitches at your words. that’s exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, “oh— god, ffuck— fuck,” he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didn’t wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, “there’s a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?”

you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkook’s hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkook’s hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, “you— you’re evil.” the remark makes you laugh.

“sorry, just wanted to help clean up.” you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue.

“yeah, yeah, you’re not the sweet girl i thought you were,” jungkook quirks a brow.

you roll your eyes playfully, “you don’t like it?”

“nope, i love it, you’re perfect.” jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues.

he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex.

he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. “text me before you sleep?” he smiles.

you nod, “of course,” reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy.

you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight.

[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkook

[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3

[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you

[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay?

[11:06 pm] you: i’m great!!! more than okay

[11:07 pm] jungkook: 😂

[11:07 pm] jungkook: i’m glad cutie

[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that you’ve taken me for dinner :)

[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, i’m down :)

[11:09 pm] you: i’m rlly tired kookie

[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep now

[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutie

[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams!

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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You’re not going to work (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1612

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer.

Warnings: no explicit anything this is mainly just fluff. The ending hints at a few things but really, Bucky just wants cuddles.

A/N: This is just a fun one I had an idea for. One night right before I fell asleep I was like ‘Bucky would be cute begging for cuddles’ and voila. It’s a bit of a change of pace for me but I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2 : This is my first time writing something like this so I apologize if it’s not fantastic.

Tags: @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @buckfics @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes

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Bucky nearly collapsed back into his seat on the quinjet after boarding. He might have had the serum, but that didn’t mean he was immune from exhaustion and soreness. He’d be fine by tomorrow but for right now, all he can do is lean back and close his eyes.

He was fine with going on missions. It was a part of the job, and he enjoyed helping people. Beating HYDRA’s ass was also a nice plus. He was also able to plan for it: he knew when a mission would be and approximately how long it would be. He knew what to expect.

For the most part, mission briefings were pretty accurate. Some are overestimated.

Some are gravely underestimated.

They expected to be home later the night they left. Bucky scoffed now at the idea of that. They had been fighting for a few days, with roughly a few hours scattered throughout to regroup. He had prepared himself to not see you for 12 hours at most.

It had been 4 days. He was exhausted, he was sore, but more painful than that, he missed you.

He wanted nothing more than to come back to the compound, ignore all traffic laws on the way to your shared apartment, and spend the entire day with you in his arms.

He sighed contently. He couldn’t wait. So when he arrived back and saw that you were dressed for work, his heart stuttered.

He was meant to get back Friday night. It was now Tuesday morning, and you had a day full of meetings.

You still had your back to him as he entered. When you heard the door close, you turned around, a smile spreading wide on your face.

“You’re back!” you said excitedly, staying in your place. You were so happy to see him, but your smile faltered slightly when you saw how worn out he looked. He smiled back at you, but you could tell the mission had been brutal on him.

Still he walked toward you and moved to hug you and you stepped back. Bucky looked like you had kicked him.

“Sorry, I just… I have work.” you said, looking down at your white blouse.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling you in for a hug.

“Bucky!” you exclaimed, trying to pull back. Bucky wouldn’t budge though, and you were no match for the grip of his bear hug. He held you tightly and closed his eyes, despite your squirming.

“Bucky, please, I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”

“I don’t care. I was 4 days late coming home, you can be a day late to work,” he said.

You laughed a little, trapped in his embrace. It was a nice place to be, but not when you had a meeting starting in 30 minutes. “Bucky, I want nothing more than to stay with you, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“Doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling back to look at you while still holding you tightly. “Call in, tell them you have a personal emergency.”

“And what would that emergency be?”

“You have to take care of your sick boyfriend,” he said innocently.

You bit back a smile and a laugh. “And what’s the diagnosis?”

His eyes darted away for a second before he shook his head slightly. “Irrelevant. All I know is that you’re the cure. There’s no way to tell how sick I’ll get if you leave.”

“Ah, I see,” you said, playing along with it. He was giving you his puppy eyes. The ones you never used to be able to say no to. Damn those eyes - they could kill or get you to fold to anything. You had gotten better at standing your ground though, saying “Well, I am all yours tonight, but right now, I need to go to work,” as you finally wrestled out of his embrace.

You were used to puppy eyes, but that didn’t mean you were used to his kicked-puppy eyes.

You sighed. 106 year old ex-assassin in full tactical gear, covered in mud and a few scrapes looked like he was about to cry because you wouldn’t call in sick to give him cuddles. It was cute, and you felt bad. But at some point you had to stand your ground.

“Please?” he asked, borderline whining but he didn’t care. All he cared about was keeping you from walking out of the door.

“Bucky I -”

“Fine,” he said, dropping the puppy eyes and walking towards you. You looked at him confused. “Bucky what are you -” you yelped in surprise as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “You’ve been kidnapped. Your boss can’t blame you for missing work due to being kidnapped.”

He brought you into your shared bedroom and sat down, positioning you so you were on his lap, his arms not allowing you to move. You down at him, sighing. “You’re not going to let me go are you?”

He shook his head giving you a slight smirk. “Not a chance doll.”

You looked at him for a few seconds and shook your head smiling a little, biting your lip slightly. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss, you wrapping your arms around your neck.

“I missed you,” you breathed out.

“You have no idea,” he responded before kissing you again.

You pulled back much too soon for Bucky’s liking, and stood, saying “Let me call my boss really quick, okay?”

“Nope,” he responded, pulling you back on his lap. “You’ll call her later and apologize for the delay, and that your boyfriend was violently ill and you called at the first moment you could. But right now, we are going to go shower.”

“You can shower alone, and I’ll go call her”

“No,” he pouted.

“You are an adult Bucky,” you said, laughing slightly at his ridiculousness.

“Exactly, I’m too old to be showering alone.”

“Oh my god,” you said, breaking out in giggles. “Bucky, it’s going to take me 10 seconds. I’ll be in by the time the water’s warmed up and then we can shower together, okay?”

He studied you for a moment. Then he stood up, carrying you bridal style with him back out to the main room where you had left your phone. “Call her,” he said, still holding you.

You bit back a smile at how clingy he was being. You grabbed your phone and dialed your boss’ number holding your breath as it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi Valerie. I’m sorry for the late notice but my boyfriend is really sick and I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it into work today.”

There was a moment of silence before your boss responded with “He got back this morning didn’t he?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, looking down. You had been worried at work yesterday because he hadn’t gotten back yet. She must have overheard “Yes.”

She sighed but on the other end she was also smiling a little. “Alright. Just be here tomorrow.”

You let out a small breath of relief. “Thank you.”

“Yep. Tell him I hope his separation anxiety improves,” she said, hanging up the phone. You tried your best not to burst out laughing. When Bucky looked at you questioningly, you shook your head. “Work joke,” you said, still trying to hide your smile.

Bucky nodded, walking back towards the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He set you down on the counter before turning on the water. He walked back over to you and stood between your legs, wrapping his arms behind your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other.

It was a nice quiet moment of peace, before you felt the warmth of Bucky’s hands leave their spot on your back, and travel lower to your -

“Bucky,” you laughed a little, “Did you miss me, or my ass?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly.

You laughed some more and Bucky loved it. God he missed that sound. He laughed a little with you.

“Really, I missed everything about you,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “I love your voice, your laugh, your ass,” he kissed you before adding “the amazing neck massage you’re about to give me.”

You looked up at him. “Oh really, yeah? That’s how this is gonna be?”

Bucky looked down at you innocently. “Mhm”

“I hate giving you massages”

“You love it”

“It hurts my thumbs”

“It helps my neck”

“Your muscles are too hard”

“Your hands are too soft.”

You looked up at him and smiled, laughing a little as you asked “You really want a massage?”

“Yes I very much would like one.” He said nodding enthusiastically and smiling.

“Ok, fine.” you said, still laughing. “The hot water will help. But we should probably take our clothes off first.”

He stepped back and gave you a smirk. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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maria-akira · 3 years

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to the rescue | team trese x reader

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summary: y/n, basilio and crispin's sister, just experienced her first break-up.

warnings: some improper shifts in tenses <\3 rlly rusty at writing already aaaa. but nonetheless this fic is very fluffy! i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors you may notice, i didn't proofread this :(

yes, i kinda made alexandra fluffy too.

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"Good Morning, guys!" Basilio turned around to see his brother, Crispin, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Basilio rolled his eyes, "Anong 'Good Morning'? Mag tatanghali na, di ka man lang nag linis!" (What do you mean 'Good Morning'? It's almost afternoon, you didn't even clean!) He playfully hit the older's head.

"Aray ko!" (Ouch!) Crispin winced and rubbed the spot his brother hit. Alexandra walks in the room with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Basilio, Mag sorry ka sa Kuya mo." (Basilio, apologize to your brother.) Basilio scoffs, "Sorry, Kuya."

They all gathered in the dining room for lunch. Well, brunch for Crispin. "Where's Y/N?" Alexandra asks, looking at the empty chair beside her. Clearly, the chair looked like it had been empty since last night. The twins stare at each other, then both at Alexandra.

"Diba may pinuntahan siya kagabi?" (Didn't she go out last night?) Alexandra mentions.

The twins both shake their head.

"Hindi niyo alam?" (You guys don't know?)

They shake their heads again.

Without a single word, the three exchanged looks and immediately stood up from their seats, rushing upstairs to Y/N's room.

Alexandra pushed the twins aside and pushed the key into the doorknob, then revealing a dishevled, puffy-eyed Y/N. The twins panicked. It was their first time seeing their beloved sister like this.

Meanwhile, Alexandra investigated her room. Y/N's things were on the floor, messed up sheets, and a broken necklace. She then looks over to Y/N. Still in her clothes, puffy-eyed, and her makeup was smuged. Alexandra already had an idea.

The twins shook her awake, "Y/N!, Y/N!— Gising na!" (Y/N, Y/N— Wake up!) With their loud voices and aggressive shaking, their sister finally woke up.

Immediately, Y/N's head started to pound— it was the alcohol she drank last night. She opened her eyes and saw Alexandra and her brothers. Upon seeing them, she bursted into tears.

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A few months ago, Y/N dated this guy in her class. She hid this from Alexandra, most especially her brothers because she knew that they would beat her ass.

Alexandra found out about her relationship when she was about to fetch her from school. Hank and the twins were at home, sleeping their asses off after their mission.

Parked outside of Y/N's school, Alexandra was waiting for almost 30 minutes. Usually, Y/N would come out a few minutes after her dismissal— but these past few months have been different. After a few more minutes of waiting, she finally saw Y/N— with someone else.

Y/N was holding hands with a boy around 5'10 in height. They were laughing and they looked very sweet. The boy gave her a peck and she playfully pushed him away, then waving goodbye since she spotted the car.

Hank usually fetched Y/N from school, and she knew that Hank didn't really care about her relationship, so she really didn't feel embarrased whenever she entered the car.

Upon entering the car, she expected Hank to greet her. But she was greeted with Alexandra's voice.

"Boyfriend mo?" (Your boyfriend?) Alexandra looks over to her, and Y/N froze. Her first reaction was to lie about it. "Ha? H-Hindi, Ate! Friends lang kami.." (Huh? N-No! We're just friends..) Embarrased, Y/N tried to make herself busy by pretending to fix something in her bag to keep her distracted.

"Anong friends? Hinalikan ka niya, ah." (What do you mean friends? He kissed you.) She mentions.

"Ah.. Eh.." Y/N struggles to keep her words out. It was very evident.

"Sige na, di naman ako magagalit. Di ko sasabihin sa mga Kuya mo, sikreto lang natin." (It's okay, I won't get mad. I won't tell your brothers, it'll be our secret.)

"Oo.. Boyfriend ko siya, Ate. Malapit na kami mag 6 months." (Yes.. He's my boyfriend, Ate. We've been together for almost 6 months.)

From that day on, Y/N would always tell Alexandra about how her relationship was going. And though Alexandra has never had any romantical partners, she tries her best to give Y/N advice.

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Tiptoe-ing her way downstairs, Y/N was dressed in her clothes to leave the house, on the way to party with her friends and her boyfriend, Jerome.

She checked her phone, 12:47 AM.

Everyone was most likely asleep at this hour, or so she thought.

"Oh, san ka papunta at ganyan suot mo?" (Hey, where are you going and why are you wearing that?) Y/N jolted and turned around to see Alexandra sitting on the dining table.

"Ah.. Ate.. Kasi may p-party kaming pupuntahan nila Aira.." (Ah... There's this p-party I'm going to with Aira..)

"Sina Aira lang ba? O kasama yung boyfriend mo?" (Is it just Aira? Or your boyfriend is going too?) Alexandra tilted her head in question.

"...Kasama po si Jerome." (...Jerome is coming too.)

Alexandra nodded, signalling her that it was okay for her, as an Ate, to go. "Sige, doble ingat ka, okay? Eto, dalhin mo to." (Be extra careful, okay? Here, bring this.) Alexandra pulls out a self defense keychain from her pocket and throws it at Y/N's direction. "May alarm diyan. If you're in any danger, pindutin mo yung alarm and malalaman ko location mo, pupuntahan kita kaagad." (There's an alarm there. If you're in any danger, press that alarm and I'll be able to know your location, then I'll come and get you.)

"Thanks, Ate! Mag iingat ako. Love you!" (Thanks, Ate! I'll take care. Love you!) Y/N smiled and hugged Alexandra.

Little did she know, Y/N's smile wouldn't last very long.

That night, Y/N saw her boyfriend kissing another girl across the room. She confronted him and he admitted that he had been cheating on her for the past few months. Y/N didn't know what to feel. She didn't wanna call Alexandra because she knew that she would be asleep by now. She didn't wanna talk to her friends either, so she went home.

Once she arrived home, she didn't bother to change or shower. She was so tired. Her body fell on the bed and she instantly cried. sobbing against her pillows to muffle her tears.

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Basilio and Crispin were clueless about as to why their sister was crying. They consoled her for a few minutes until Alexandra spoke.

"Basilio, Crispin— mag usap tayo sa labas." (Basilio, Crispin— let's talk outside.) Alexandra left the room and waited for the twins to leave as well. Once they left the room, she shut the door.

The twins looked worried— well, afraid, rather.

"May sikreto kaming itinatago ni Y/N sa inyong dalawa.." (Y/N and I have a secret we've been keeping from the both of you..) Alexandra starts off.

"Ano yun, Bossing?" (What is it, Bossing?) The twins replied, obviously curious.

Alexandra knew that if she told the twins, their reaction wouldn't be as violent if it was Y/N who would be telling it instead.

"May boyfriend si Y/N." (Y/N has a boyfriend.)

The twins both drop their jaws, "Ano?!" (What?!) Basilio slaps his hand over his mouth, while Crispin is in complete shock. "Kelan pa, Bossing?" (Since when, Bossing?) Basilio asks with a hint of anger in his voice.

"2 months ago niya sinabi sakin.. Siguro 8 months silang mag jowa." (She told me 2 months ago.. Maybe they've been together for around 8 months.)

"Tangina naman!" (Motherfucker!) Crispin throws a punch to the nearest wall. Alexandra has never seen the twins react like this, especially Crispin.

There was a moment of silence.

"Nahuli ko siyang tumatakas kaninang 12, nag paalam sakin na may pupuntahan na party, kasama boyfriend niya." (I caught her sneaking out earlier at 12, she asked my permission if she could go to a party with her boyfriend.)

"Bat di niyo kami ginising, bossing?" (Why didn't you wake us up, Bossing?) Basilio sighs, "Ayaw niya na malaman nyo na may boyfriend siya, kasi alam niya na magagalit kayo." (She didn't want you guys to find out that she had a boyfriend, because she knew that you guys would get mad.)

"Malamang, bunso namin 'yan eh! Alangan naman pabayaan namin 'yan diba? Eh hindi pa nga namin kilala boyfriend nyan!" (Of course we would get mad, she's our baby sister! Do you think we'd let her get away just like that? We haven't even met her boyfriend yet!" Crispin rambles.

"Mabait naman yung boyfriend niya." (Her boyfriend is kind.) Alexandra defends, "Bossing, 'di naman po yun sapat para ma kumbinsi nyo po kami na pwede po siya magkajowa.." (Bossing, that isn't a sufficient reason to convince us that it's okay for her to have a boyfriend..) Basilio says calmly, but deep down? He was screaming.

Alexandra ignores Basilio's statement, "Ano naman kinaiiyakan niya?" (What is she crying about?) Crispin managed to say despite the emotions he felt about the situation. Alexandra lets out a sigh, "Nag break na siguro sila." (Maybe they broke up.)

"Tangina, sabi ko na nga ba eh." (I fucking knew it.) Crispin mumbles under his breath, while running his fingers through his hair out of frustration.

"Yung sirang necklace na nasa sahig kanina, bigay yun ng boyfriend niya sa kanya. Hula ko, sinira niya kasi break na sila." (The broken necklace on the floor, her boyfriend gave that to her. My guess is that she broke it because they broke up.)

"Anong gagawin natin, Bossing?" (What are we going to do, Bossing?) Basilio asks her, desperate for a solution.

Alexandra wasn't the type to arrange surprises, so she had to think fast.

"Basilio, bumili ka ng Jollibee. Tapos ikaw Crispin, bumili ka ng ice cream. Yung favorite flavor niya ah?" (Basilio, go buy some Jollibee. Then you Crispin, buy some ice cream. Her favorite flavor okay?) Alexandra commands. Even in this situation, the twins had no choice to obey. "Sige po, bossing." (Yes, bossing.) They replied with no hesitation.

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Crispin was the first one to come back with the ice cream, since the sari-sari store was just by the corner of their street. Obviously, Basilio took the longest— he had to take a tricycle to the nearest Jollibee.

After a few minutes, Basilio arrived with 2 bags of Jollibee. "Antagal mo naman, natunaw na yung ice cream." (Took you long enough, the ice cream already melted.) Crispin complains, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Bat di mo nilagay sa freezer? Parang timang 'to eh." (Why didn't you put it in the freezer? What a dumbass.) Basilo replies, settling the food on the table. Alexandra enters the room, "Andito na pala kayo. Halika na." (You guys are already here. Let's go.)

"Ano bang gagawin natin, bossing?" (What are we going to do anyway, bossing?) Basilio scratches his head out of confusion. "Malamang isusurprise natin." (Of course we're gonna surprise her.) Crispin replies sarcastically. He was still mad about what happened.

The trio went upstairs, Basilio and Crispin carrying the ice cream and Jollibee. Alexandra knocked on Y/N's door. "Bunso?" She says in a loving voice. No reply on the other side of the room. Maybe she went back to sleep again. "Papasok kami ng mga kuya mo ah?" (Your brothers and I will enter okay?) Alexandra turns the doorknob open.

Y/N turns around to see her Ate and Kuyas enter her room quietly, "Ate Alex.." She croaks out, "May dala kami ng mga kuya mo para sayo.." (Your brothers and I brought some food for you..) Alexandra gestures to the food that the twins bought. Y/N sits up from her current position, rubbing her eyes.

Basilio frowns and sets the food on her study table, then sitting beside her on the bed. "Halika nga.." (Come here..) Basilio takes his beloved sister into his arms, caressing her back to calm her sobs. "K-Kuy-ya.." She manages to say inbetween sobs, but Basilio hushes her and rocks her softly.

Alexandra elbows Crispin, who is still standing by the door. "Alam kong galit ka sa amin, pero yakapin mo naman kapatid mo." (I know that you're mad at the both of us, but go hug your sister.) Crispin realizes this and sighs. He walks over to Y/N and Basilio, who are both still locked in an embrace. Y/N felt the other side of the bed sink, she pulls herself away from the hug and turns to face Crispin.

Crispin had a disappointed yet concerned look on his face. Without any words, he pulls her into his chest, enveloping her into a hug. Y/N was sobbing like crazy. Her brothers have never seen her like this, ever. They didn't know how to react. They tried to calm her down— Crispin was still hugging her, caressing her back, while Basilio brushed her hair.

Alexandra sat on the farther edge of the bed, giving the siblings their space. Once Y/N calmed down, Alexandra spoke. "Gusto mo ba ikwento samin yung nangyari..?" (Are you comfortable telling us about what happened..?)

Y/N wipes her tears, "Nakita ko si Jerome na may ka halikan na iba-a.. T-ta—" (I saw Jerome kissing someone else-e.. T-th—) She sobs, unable to form her sentence properly.

Basilio caresses her back to help her calm down, "Dahan-dahan lang, bunso.. Hinga ka lang.." (Slowly, bunso.. Just breathe..)

Crispin frowns, "—Tapos kinausap ko siya sa labas nung venue.. Matagal na daw siyang nag ch-cheat sa akin.." (—Then I talked to him outside.. He's been cheating on me for a long t-time..)

Crispin's eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets out of shock, Basilio's mouth hung open, and Alexandra's eyebrows raised.

"Ha?!?" The three said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly.

"Aba tangina pala ng Jerome na yan eh! Ano ba itsura nyan?" (Well fuck that son of a bitch Jerome! What does he even look like?) Crispin retorts, Alexandra grabs Y/N's phone from the floor and hands it to her. Y/N searches for a somewhat decent picture of her now ex-boyfriend on her phone, and once she did, she showed her brothers.

Jerome wasn't too good looking, he wasn't too bad looking either. He was okay— or saks lang, some would say.

"Panget naman niyan, panget din siguro ka bonding." (He's ugly, he probably isn't fun to bond with.) Basilio jokes, "Gago oo nga, ang panget. Mas pogi pa kami ng kuya mo diyan eh! Masaya pa kami ka bonding." (Damn, he is ugly. Your brother and I are more handsome than that guy! We're fun to bond with too.) Crispin strikes a pose, which made his sister smile.

Alexandra looks at the picture, then giving a disapproving look at her. "Ang panget nga. Pumangit ba siya? Di naman ganyan itsura nyan nung nakita ko." (I agree, he is ugly. Did he get uglier? He didn't look like that when I met him.) The three siblings laugh.

"Uuuy, ngumiti na siya! Yieee!" (Ooo, she's smiling!) Basilio teases her, poking her side. Crispin joins in and starts tickling her side and neck. Y/N tried to hide her laughter, but she failed. "Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Tama na!" (Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Stop it!) She giggles, then Basilio and Crispin finally stop.

"Halika na, kain na tayo ng Jollibee! May ice cream din!" (Come, let's eat Jollibee! There's ice cream too!) Basilio stands up to get the food from her table, Crispin and Alexandra help him set up the food.

"Nood tayo ng movie!" (Let's watch a movie!) Y/N suggests, Crispin and Basilio agreeing. "Anong movie, bunso?" (What movie, bunso?) Basilio asks, "Horror nalang." (Let's watch horror.) Y/N flashes a devilish smirk, because she knew that her brothers were afraid.

Alexandra walks over to her and gives her food, then sitting beside her. "Thank you, Ate!" Y/N flashes Alexandra a smile. The twins follow after Alexandra, sitting on the farther end of the bed with their food in hand.

Y/N turns on the TV to find a horror movie to watch, then she clicks on a random one just for fun. "Ano plot neto?" (What's the plot of this movie?) Basilio says while chewing, "Ewan ko Kuya.. Kinlick ko lang yan eh." (I don't know, Kuya. I just clicked on it.) Y/N shrugs, eating a spoonful of rice.

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The rest of the day went great. After the movie, the trio stayed in Y/N's room all day. They played games, watched weird documentaries, and karaoke.

"Happy ka na?" (Are you happy now?) Alexandra asks Y/N as they watched the twins sing a duet.

Y/N smiled. At that moment, she realized that she was more than thankful to have two crazy twin brothers, and a sister that would always be there for her.

"Yup, Happy na ako. Thank you, Ate." (Yup, I'm happy now. Thank you, Ate.)

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o diba sabi ko sa inyo cute to 😴 i apologize if my translations are somewhat inaccurate! i tried my best to translate it well :((

*for the non-filo readers:

Kuya: what you call a guy/male sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Kuya Crispin)

Ate: what you call a girl/female sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Ate Alex)

Bunso: used by older family members as a nickname for the younger members of the family. (Bunso means the youngest member of the family)

no tags bc i dont have filo trese moots yet <\3

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also, i'm opening my requests for trese! i'll be keeping my requests for ahs and gotham closed for the mean time.

*UPDATE AS OF JUNE 29, 2021:

hi!! i have recieved an overwhelming amount of trese reqs! i am very grateful for each one. pleasr expect more trese content! <3

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twisted-in-wonderland-jay · 3 years

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Birthday from the boys (NRC)

Something to know for reading all of this is that I’m going to try my best to write platonic relationships that can be implied as romantic. Because some people may like a character but not feel romantic feelings towards them but still would like to know how they would act on their birthday.

Part two is the teachers and RSA

Riddle

He would prune the garden himself, regardless of the queen of hearts laws he would paint the roses your favorite color

He would lead you to the garden where the two of you would have tea and talk for hours

Eventually taking you around the garden

Ace

Out of all of these boys, he’s the one that’s most likely to forget your birthday

This man did not write it down

He overhears you talking with the other first years and them saying happy birthday. Then it finally clicks and he remembers that today is your birthday and he plays it off like he remembered

He’s not being mean in any way he just honestly doesn’t remember birthdays well

He talks with the first years while you’re not around and plans a little sleepover of sorts at your dorm

When you come back to your dorm for the night you find all of the first years there and they’re just kind of chilling in the lounge

They bring out a cake for you saying that they all baked and decorated it themselves but with the experience that the first years have it’s a strange-looking cake but it does it taste all that bad it’s just a lot of frosting and decorations because each one of them wanted to add a personal touch.

You guys have fun run around the dorm causing trouble

Then once it turns 12 you guys decide to settle down for the night and plot twist you don’t actually go to bed but instead play Mario kart till 3 AM

Deuce

He would try his hardest the whole day to make it the most perfect and kind of relaxing day ever. But utterly fail

In his eyes, he failed but it’s not that big of a deal

He’ll try to hold the door open for you or carry you around for fun and either, drop you, or trip

He feels really bad the whole day that he keeps messing everything up and it keeps getting less and less romantic

At the end of the day, you assure him that you had the best time and it was very fun. Which he doesn’t really believe because again he feels like he failed but he’s glad you had a good time.

He also stays the night hanging out with you until you fall asleep.

Trey

He would bake you a cake from scratch and decorated it with little flowers of your favorite color

He’s a really sweet guy so he would invite a couple of your close friends maybe three or four of them so that you’re not alone on your birthday and you also won’t have any leftover cake because you’ll eat it all.

A very nice and sweet get together messing around having fun

Cater

The morning would start very easy with the simple happy birthday and him taking you skateboarding you don’t have to go to a skating park or anything like that he’s just gonna teach you a couple of tricks.

But progressively throughout the day, it gets more centric and fun

At the end of the night can you both watch fireworks after you’ve just got done bungee jumping...

Leona

He’s not going to skip his morning to afternoon nap to tell you happy birthday even if he does care

A prince got to get his beauty sleep

When he wakes up he goes and attempts to find you and if he doesn’t he just goes man and gives up but if he does find you he tells you happy birthday and then walks off

Depending on your relationship with him he could be very distant and not caring but if you go and hang out with him during the afternoon when he’s not sleeping he’s pretty chill about it not really caring that you’re there if you have a negative disposition towards him he might care and tell you to leave.

Ruggie

He would take you shopping for the day

You might think he doesn’t have any money but those are jobs that he’s been working aren’t for nothing

He took all of the money he could for an entire month of work and saved it up spending it on your birthday

“What?! this is only part of my savings, not my entire Life funds” hehe...

Jack

Since magic mirrors make travel very easy he decides to take you back to his hometown

Not to meet his parents or anything but just to hang out because he talks about home a lot and wants to take you. What better time than your birthday

He takes you around his town and tells you about all of these places that he has memories that as well as putting you in the general direction of where he lives

He takes you to do all the fun things you can think of where he lives

When you both go back tonight NRC he quickly takes you by his dorm so he can grab something

He comes back with his gift to you which is a little cactus for you to take care of.

Azul

He wouldn’t have a birthday party for you

He would however have you meet him in the lounge

you two would have dinner together

Just the two of you...

you’ll take a walk through dorms halls just to talk in this moment you share alone

Jade

He would hang out with you if you wanted him to if you didn’t want him to he would tell you to go hang out with your friends since it is your special day

He would give you some sort of terrarium or if you’re not into those he would give you a rare plant for you to take care of as a gift

If you did want to hang out with him and you didn’t care where you went he’d invite you to a botanical garden for the day.

Whether you like it or not he’ll probably talk on and on about each plant and its properties in medicine and poison

Floyd

He would throw a great surprise birthday party for you

He’s got all of your favorite foods your favorite drink an awesome cake

And somehow he surprisingly kept this under wraps until the time of your birthday party

It would be in you’re dorm, and don’t worry afterward he would help you clean up the mess

When you walk in the door he has everyone holding confetti launchers... which he 100% is going to help you clean up after a lot of convincing

Kalim

This man knows how to throw parties and that’s terrifying

He would throw a massive party for you

He’s inviting all of NRC as long as they’re friends with you. Hell if you had friends in RSA he would invite them too.

He would have one of your other friends distract you for the day because it’s going to take the entire day to set up this banquet

He’s got everything a giant cake, fancy lights, a lounge area, a DJ, a chocolate fountain anything and everything that you would need for a successful party

Throughout the day if you try to go see him at all somebody’s always there to stop you and to distract you

You guys party for the whole night

Jamil

He would not throw a birthday party for you

As we all know he’s not really a people person

Chill about it passes you in the hall and says happy birthday

He offers to make you dinner but if you want to you can always decline

Although there is one thing you can’t decline and that’s the magic carpet ride he wants to take you on

He wouldn’t ask to borrow the magic carpet he’d just do it

Vil

He would throw a big banquet for you regardless of what you want

He’ll probably say something along the lines of “Fufufu do you think I have the time to do all this? someone else said it was a good idea and they did all the work it’s not as if I care or have time to.” But we all know he cares

He about all of Pomefiore if you have to invite any of your friends outside of the dorm he would be a little irritated and save fine I guess you can about your “other friends”

Epel

It would be the beginning of the day and he’s down the hall in spots you. He would immediately not yell your name but scream it and run to you yelling happy birthday. It would make quite the scene but he wants everyone to know that it’s your birthday and also Vil would probably hate the fact that he just screamed.

He asks you if you’re ready to “rock and roll” (for anyone who doesn’t know this is just a saying to ask if you’re “ready to go”)

He’s taking you on a trip to go do a bunch of fun stuff in town and to probably prank some people because why not.

Rook

Wouldn’t throw you a party instead he would probably stop by your dorm and announce his presence and sing you happy birthday.

Bring you some sort of small gift

He would tell you that he will follow you the whole day and you can do whatever you want with him

Rook is rather chill compared to some of the other boys. However, if you want him to he can take over because he’s kept note of what you like to do so he would take you to do things that you like.

Idia

He wouldn’t do anything special for your birthday

In fact, he’d probably have Ortho buy three slices of cake only, for the three of you

Throughout the day he doesn’t say anything about it

When you go to his dorm later he tells you happy birthday you guys eat the cake together

He kind of half-heartedly apologizes for not being able to throw a proper birthday party for you and that he’s sorry but his anxiety kind of got the best of him.

To make up for it he offers to play games with him until you want to leave

Before you leave he gives you a flower. An Asphodel The primary symbolic meaning of the Asphodel flower is peace after death and the afterlife, but this is not the meaning that is implied it is a white flower which generally symbolizes purity also it’s a symbolic flower of Hades

Ortho

He throws a big party at your dorm (if your dorm is Ignihyde he’d take it somewhere else), not ignihyde. Because the students are quite antisocial and it would be very disruptive.

He would invite all of your best friends

It is the cutest surprise birthday party ever

There would be fireworks, trick candles, and so many fun childish games that you would play at a party

Malleus

Malleus is somewhere in between depending on what you want so no this won’t be a surprise birthday

He’ll either throw a big party for you in the diasomnia dorm inviting basically everyone from all the dorms as long as they know you

Or if you’re more on the reserve side or you want a smaller party he’ll have a couple of your close friends join him and going to your dorm and having a get-together little party for you.

If you want to though he is 100% okay with just you and him hanging out for the day

Sebek

This man is crazy

He wrote down your birthday and planned weeks in advance

He would write down everything that you like in hopes that when it becomes your birthday he has everything that you could ever want on that day

He tries his best to bake a cake but then realizes that he’s actually really good at it

On the day of you’d think that he be really loud and excitable and overbearing but in fact, he is the complete opposite being very considerate and not quiet but an inside voice because he doesn’t want to stress you out or seem disingenuous.

He doesn’t host a party for all of your friends it’s just you and him. The reason for this and putting in so much effort just for you and him is because he’s rather shy when it comes to not just romantic feelings but platonic feelings as well not showing people how he really feels especially when it’s around other people as well. So it’s kind of to make himself feel more comfortable as well

Silver

Silver isn’t the party kind of person so he’ll probably get you a cute little gift like a bouquet of roses specifically white roses to symbolize purity or maybe a charm bracelet.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to throw you a birthday party it’s just that he doesn’t know how to go about it since the only parties ever really celebrated is his own because of Lilia when he was younger.

If you say something about not having a party or a cake he’ll get a little sad thinking that he might have failed you.

He’ll probably just follow you around doing whatever you wanted for the day as long as you didn’t have class.

He would also have a cute little lunch with you of food that he made before. You guys would probably go sit in the courtyard and eat next to a tree. Be careful though he may or may not fall asleep...

You might have to wake you’re sleeping, Prince

Lilia

He’ll invite you to a concert and then right as the performance is about to start he’ll say something like he has to use the restroom or he’s going to get a drink and he’ll be right back he promises.

As the performance is starting and the lights turn off you start to worry that he’s going to miss it

And then as the stage lights turn on and you see him on stage getting ready to perform

He’s going to perform an entire album that he and the light music club came up with for you as a birthday gift

Knowing him at the end of the performance he’s probably going to get off the stage to go and kiss you (Not necessarily on the lips if it’s a platonic relationship it’s probably on the forehead with the cheek as a sign of affection no love).

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youwontlikethisblog · 3 years

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I Understand You Part 2

DISCLAIMER: Now I tried really hard here to edit this and make sure that it makes sense and that I didn't leave in any typos on the first half and second half, however I am a one man army and typos are ingrained into my being like you've never known(and can tell by all my posts at this point 😌) and on the second half I didn't really go through it with peine de piojo because I'm too excited for y'all to read this post so if you start noticing typos and such, forgive me.

You know how Betty has always told Armando "Lo entiendo." and Armando always interrupts and explains himself?

This night Armando finally understand just how true that statement has been and just how well Betty truthfully understands him.

The last post was a long one, one that took me three days to write, usually it takes me sitting down to write a post between 4-12 hours without a break. I get so engrossed into what I'm doing I completely forget I am human and then wonder why I'm so hungry and thirsty when I finish writing, hey self maybe it's because you just sat down for four to twelve hours to watch, re-watch one scene in particular and pause every few seconds to write for about twenty minutes before doing it all again. Self-care is not only face masks and a bottle of wine, sometimes it's taking a minute to stretch your legs.

Anyway let's jump into this!

After Armando "Explains" that Mario knows nothing, would never know of them, and that they can't go any other place because his apartment is out of the picture due to it being the first place Marcela would go looking for him he says: "If you want I'll take you to your house and we...end[the night] like this?" clearly here he is implying that they'll end the night con las ganas de hacer pecadores, smh.

In the first post I mentioned how Armando's main goal this night, after apologizing to Betty, was to spend it with her and get laid.

When Betty, reluctant, but as well wanting to spend this night with him, agrees to go to Mario's apartment, Armando tells her "you're so devine" once again runs his gaze over her body, lands on her lips, bites his lower lip, sucks in a quick breath, pulls her face and turns it towards him and leans in to kiss her(Cálmate carnal, tey quirisi). Obviously Betty returns the kiss and they go hot and heavy. When they both pull away Armando's face is just... if I could place a gif I would. I mean I could but(I won't bc I'm not skillful in that department in all honesty) where's the fun in the misery of me not providing any pictures? Only words?

Best way to discribe his expression is this: The same expression he had when he first saw Betty that morning, contentment, excitement, and pleasure all in a matter of a micro second so unless you're constantly rewinding, you wouldn't really pick it up. He lets out a deep breath and tries to act casual, like he isn't fangirling.

For a "comedic" effect I'll say this: Armando's thought process could be very similar to: "Ha! I'm getting laid! Betty forgives me, I'm getting laid! Betty and I are going to spend the night together! I'm getting laid! Tonight? I'm getting laid! Who will I get laid with? Betty! My devine Betty! because she wants to get laid too! We're getting laid!" you get my point right?

Armando is excited...ahmm.

Now to commence the breakdown in one, two, three.

I'm going to make this painfully miserable and slow, filled with so many words.

Armando and Betty arrive to Mario's apartment. He quickly parks the car and gets out of his car, quickly, walks around it to what seems that he wanted to open the door for Betty but Betty, since he's never done that before, is used to getting the door herself, so he eagerly waits for her. Once a timid and nervous Betty walks towards him he gently pushes her forward so they can walk, he takes a quick glance behind him and walks with fast pace, his hand on the small of Betty's back and tells her: Cálmate carnal, tey quirisi. Ha! okay I'll get serious now.

"Betty, relax., everything is going to be fine." He says so gently and reassuring.

However Betty isn't too excited or eager, in fact you can see how uncomfortable she is. She looks like she's holding her breath one inhale at a time.

They enter the apartment building's front lobby. Armando opens the door for her this time, Betty looks around the place, as Armando eagerly walks in front of her, towards the front desk where the doorman is.

Armando clears his throat, pulls his jacket forward, and acts like he'd never been there before when he asks the doorman for the keys to Mario's apartment, however this fails because the doorman talks to him casually, extending his hand to greet him and calls him by his name: Don Armando.

Betty stands behind Armando as Armando tells the doorman: Could you give me-

"Here, Don Mario left you the keys, Don Armando." He dangles them in the air with a teasing smile. With a nervous chuckle and smile Armando reaches to get them from his hand. Betty is still behind him, paying close attention to this interaction.

"Thank you."

"Please go on." Doorman smiles and points to the elevator with his hand. "Don Armando." he calls out for him just as Armando takes a few steps away from the front desk.

"Yes?" a nervous Armando replies.

"Will you both be here all night long or won't delay?" Armando, again nervous, embarrassed and eager, draws his lips into a line as he holds his breath for a second until he replies.

"We'll take a while."

"Okay because if you're going to be here all night long I can park your car. You know I always find a spot in the parking lot when you stay here." Armando lets out a breathy chuckle, fidgets with the key in hand and with a nervous smile repeats "yes." all the while Betty, again continues to closely watch him and this interaction.

He turns quickly to look at Betty and then at the doorman and leans in to murmur: "I don't think we'll take long." He steps towards the elevator again, he then returns to pull a frozen Betty towards the elevator.

It's clear to see that Armando is nervous here while Betty is uncomfortable and nervous as well. She doesn't move much, or go near him. She stands just close enough to hear the conversation between the doorman and Armando and see their behavior.

This is a drastic change to that of Betty's birthday night. When they got to the hotel Betty was glued to his side, Armando hardly touched her, walked quickly, spoke fast, tried to whisper and gave a false name at the reception of the hotel(it wasn't because of Marcela because he paid in cash so there wouldn't be any paper trail with the banks, an expert at having affairs(him not me)) his smiles were forced and he did look nervous as well, however he looked just like Betty does now. Uncomfortable(Read post Forgive Me if you haven't yet) and not wanting to be there.

While they're both nervous this night as well Armando's reason to be nervous isn't because of Betty or her physical appearance. How do I jump to this conclusion?

Let's start at the beginning of this scene.

He takes a quick glance behind him just to make sure Marcela isn't following them. He reaches out to her, guiding her towards the lobby. Once inside he walks towards the front desk and talks to the doorman like he barely knows him however he is interrupted by the doorman who talks to him like he has an apartment in the building and is comfortable talking to him, still holding his professionalism. This causes Armando to chuckle nervously and turn to quickly glance at Betty, who is watching them.

This implies that Armando is worried about the impression Betty has of him, i.e. he doesn't want her to dislike him and wants to impress her otherwise known as the common behavior everyone does when they like someone and want to attract them to be on their good side.

Again Armando attempts to act like he's rarely there but the doorman tells him: "I always find a parking spot when you stay here." which Betty reacts by jumping back, stretching her bottom lip, and staring at Armando with wide eyes. Armando chuckles nervously at this.

This alone is what draws the conclusion that Armando's nervousness isn't due to who he's with but rather the impression she'll get from being there.

Armando knows that Betty knows he has been a womanizer, a sleaze, a whore if you will. He's fully aware of this and though in the past, in the early dates, he wasn't shy to talk about the type of women he likes, that many of those women want with him, this time he's embarrassed of this and doesn't want Betty to know just how many times he's used Mario's apartment for a night of passion with a model and all the women he's brought to that apartment as well.

He tries to act like he's not a regular but the doorman sabotages this plan of his so he just wants to quickly take Betty up to the apartment so they can be together(remember he wants to get laid) but again the doorman gets in the way of that by asking if they'll take long, at this Armando tells him they will because for one it's his ego on the line here, he won't make it quick, homie is looking to make Betty feel his love too and two he wants to spend this night with Betty but then the doorman, again, tells him that he'll find him a spot, like always, like he does every time he spends the night over with one of his models, and again with a nervous chuckle he turns to Betty and then says they won't take long, being realistic that they won't spend the night in Mario's apartment.

You may argue that Armando is embarrassed that he's brought Betty to the apartment and that's why he's nervous but again if you compare his behavior to the night at the hotel to this it's easy to tell that he isn't embarrassed of Betty but rather his past affairs as well as the fact that Armando isn't shy to touch Betty, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her towards the door and stands close to her, yes he isn't making a public display of affection to her right here but again, it's different from the night at the hotel where he didn't even touch her and if Betty hadn't been glued to his side they wouldn't had had any physical contact until later.

How does this all make Betty feel? We know she feels uncomfortable, but why?

It isn't only because she's nervous Mario could find them and find out about their affair but because this apartment alone has been an apartment that's been used for meaningless sexual affairs by both Mario and Armando, but specially, that Armando has brought countless women to this apartment and she is one of those women, who has had an affair with a man in a relationship. So her guilt tugs at her conscious, her insecurities at her heart, her fears at her emotions.

When they get to the apartment Armando opens the door and welcomes her in. He walks in like Pancho por su casa while Betty lingers in the back, as if almost wanting to melt into the walls.

As Armando shuts the door after Betty, who stands by a wall and him, very timid, she places her hand over Armando's, who had it out to motion to the apartment, where he's holding the key to Mario's apartment and tells him: "You come over a lot, don't you sir?" she states, nervous, timid, and scared. Armando looks at her hand quickly.

"Eh of course! It's my best friend's apartment." he walks away from her to turn on the lights to the living room. Betty, with her hands behind her back, walking like a stranger in a strangers house, glances and walks around slowly, inspecting the place, which visually makes Armando nervous. "It's Mario Calderón's[apartment]. I have to come over, no?"

"Yes, of course. You come to visit him." She is now ahead of him, with her head, curiously looking around the place, slowly walking about it while Armando watches her, nervously. "You visit him alone, well not exactly alone." Betty chuckles nervously(as a writer it is making me want to rip out of my skin from how many times I've said nervous/ly in this post.)

Armando fidgets with the keychain he has in his hands and draws in a quick breath to answer her with the truth.

"Well yes I've been here with company, of course but it's been a long time since I've been here." He stares at the back of her head. Again this affirms that he is being honest to her.

"What time is Don Mario getting here?"

"He said he isn't coming over tonight, Beatriz."

"Mhm, duh, you both have your code[words]. I imagine that when you're here he can't come around." The music for this particular part of the scene is titled Uncertainty. Armando quickly decides not to answer that question, instead he places the key inside his pocket and walks towards the dinning room where the bar is and offers Betty a drink.

"Do you have blackberry juice?"

"Blackberry juice?" He looks confused, sets both glasses of whiskey and the glass bottle containing the whiskey down on the table and walks towards the kitchen while Betty stands under the doorway of the dinning room and living room. "Let me see what I can find. There's tangerine juice." He calls out from the kitchen.

"Yes, that's fine, sir."

Armando comes back and walks towards Betty with a glass filled with tangerine juice.

"Would you like it with a bit of vodka?"(He's paid attention to the kind of liquor Betty drinks).

"No that's fine, I don't want liquor, thank you." she takes the glass and Armando walks towards the table where he left the glasses and bottle.

"Well I am going to serve myself..." He turns to smile at Betty and then returns to look at what he's pouring. "a whiskey. However it of course is the first whiskey of the day...and the last one." They both take a brief sip from their respective drinks.

"May I borrow the phone? I have to call my dad, he must be worried."

"Yeye-yes of course. It's there." He points behind him, not turning to look at Betty. Betty turns to leave the doorway and venture into the living room while Armando places one hand on his hip and with the other brings the glass up to his mouth to drink.

I strongly believe that the topic of Armando's drinking habits during these episodes(when Betty asked him at the museum if he had been drinking and this mention of his that it's his first and last drink of the day and night) hold a huge significance, not towards Armando's borderline alcoholism(being a heavy drinker doesn't mean you're an alcoholic or even a binge drinker. I see a lot of people in this fandom call Armando an alcoholic and though he does drink pretty heavily, Alcoholism is a desease, one that needs professional intervention and since this show never really brings into light that what Armando does with alcohol is an issue on it's own but rather a bad habit he picked up to cope, I don't think it's appropriate to say he was an alcoholic, of course this doesn't mean we dismiss that he had a bad habit of drinking.) but more towards the symbolism that Alcohol has held in their relationship.

For instance the day that Armando finds out Betty has a boyfriend, while yes he did have more problems, the subject alone, kept him under a boulder and he even went on to name it his biggest problem that day and use it as an excuse to drink. The day after, he drank all day at the office, at the club they went to, and got so drunk he confessed his feelings and even though partially it was manipulative and partially coming from the heart, the kiss was not an act of hatred and "I gotta get this plan started." but rather the realization that he had kissed Betty, after she left, and the way he touched his lips afterwards means the kiss was something that deep within, he wanted to do. He was too drunk to really hold control over his own subconscious, again let me clarify that I am not talking about his outer actions but rather his subconscious. As the affair progress Armando continues to drink, out of guilt, out of "numbing" himself to the fact Betty is "ugly" and the problems with Eco Moda and what that all means. Drinking becomes second nature. Betty always order him a bottle of whiskey when they go out, on their first official date Betty joked about it being a beautifier and Armando got upset with her(the audacity) for saying that, telling her that she needed to respect herself and he always clarified he was just drinking because he was stressed out. The night of Betty's birthday Armando was drinking a lot more. He drank at the office, at the bar with Mario, at Betty's house, at the club they went to, and then at the hotel he had like two or three mini bottles. Betty too had been drinking.

Alcohol symbolism is a numbing agent of sorts. He feels like he needs to drink this to hush the guilt for what he's doing to Betty. He uses it to cope with the travesty he's going to cause her. Betty in a sense, and I'll talk about this further in a future post, as well is a symbol in Armando's life, well not her in particular but rather, Eco Moda. Eco Moda is something that Armando truly cares about. He cares about the people working there, his father's life work, what Eco Moda means. He really envisioned doing great things for and to Eco Moda and all of a sudden he brings it to ruin, however, somebody else, who begins to take on the same role, is there to save it, and just like with Eco Moda, Armando brings it to ruin, his drinking is slightly understandable and he uses this elixir of sorts to numb the guilt and hurt he feels.

However this night he doesn't want to be numb. He wants all five senses to be on alert.

Why is that?

Their first night Armando was drunk, so drunk that once again his subconscious spoke louder and before him. This night was the night he fully knew he was falling in love with Betty when she was being her most vulnerable that she had ever been in the relationship. When he wakes up later on, he asks himself "What did I do? What did I say?" however he still knows he enjoyed it from his recollection, as the next day when he speaks of this night he looks up as if recalling a happy memory(broke that down in another post as well "The After Math Of Their First Time) and he knows he wants to relive it again so this night, when the opportunity presents itself that he can once again get to live another night with Betty like he did that night, he wants to and without being numb. In some way it's this gesture of purity on his part, where he wants a do-over of sorts, where he isn't filled with prejudice, fear, guilt, and more guilt. This night he doesn't want nor need to numb himself because he is moved, he is fully aware of his physically attraction and desire for Betty that he wants to fully be in the moment and fully enjoy it. This is a huge contrast and parallel to Betty's b-day.

In Summary: Alcohol in their relationship is a symbolism for Armando's guilt and need to numb it.

Betty calls home. Blah blah blah Don Hermes reminds her que el diablo es puerco and blah blah blah as well as warns her to not go looking for another tragedy(it's important to note this part).

While Betty talks with her dad over the phone Armando stands behind her, under the doorway, watching her with the glass of whiskey to his lips. Take notice how slow he's drinking it. Unlike before when we see him down a glass in a matter of seconds and onto the next one, this time he takes small sips, savoring it which means he's drinking more for enjoyment and to calm his nerves rather than guilt or to get drunk, which is also important to take into account for this breakdown.

Finally the call with her dad is over and Betty apologizes to Armando and tries to explain.

Before I continue here lets consider what we've learned so far.

We've learned that Armando is eagerly desiring Betty that he feels embarrassed of his past, especially of the amount of women he's brought to Mario's apartment and the fact Betty is aware of that last thing makes him really nervous, in a way that he fears will make Betty reject him or make her feel unsafe, unsure with him this night. It goes hand in hand that he wants to spend this night with Betty and he doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, undesirable, and doesn't want to come off as too heavy because he doesn't want her to feel like, alike to the models, it's just physical(ironic ain't it?) or meaningless to him(that he only has one thing in mind or that he's sleeping with her because of what happened with AA).

We've also learned that Betty isn't only uncomfortable to be in Mario's apartment but that the fact Armando used it to bring his meaningless affairs to that apartment causes her to feel like she isn't as important, just another woman he's brought over, except with a wounded ego due to the days events, the fact she isn't like those women in regards of socially acceptable beauty, makes her feel uncomfortable.

Both Betty and Armando are experiencing nervousness again but not like the first time. This stems from fear of rejection and failing high expectations while before it was a fear of again, rejection and commitment(Armando committing to to accept he has a physical attraction to Betty.) Except while now Betty isn't as afraid that Armando will reject her, Armando is afraid that Betty will reject him because of his past with the models and this time Betty is afraid that she's just had her expectations too high and that it'll all come crashing down. She is in denial of their relationship, Armando's attraction, and feelings towards her based on the way he treated her at the office. She is now retrieving and trying to protect herself.

In this particular scene in a figurative and literal way Armando is in the hot seat and it's when he understands, finally, the depth of what Betty means when she tells him "I understand you.".

The way this scene is presented is Armando sitting for most of it with Betty standing, behind him, moving around while Armando takes in what she's saying. For the first half of the conversation they are both speaking, Armando stares at her when he talks and and for the latter half of the conversation it's Betty who speaks. Armando's demeanor changes. He no longer is nervous, but fearful. Betty's questions and her words bear into him in a chilling way, nothing like their first time in which Betty spoke, let him into her intimacy, allowed him to see just how willing she was to place his needs before her own needs and her embarrassment of having been too heavy that night in her efforts. This night the one that was too heavy on his efforts was Armando however Betty's words hold so much weight, a lot more than they did that night because even though her words moved Armando to fall in love, he was bearing a heavy and guilty conscious that night and though the guilt is ever present in Armando, this night Betty's word not only make him feel guilty but they basically sentence him and put him in the hot seat.

Armando is sitting down while Betty stands to his left behind him.

"How embarrassing, I had to tell my father that we were with Mario Calderón because he worries a lot. "

"You don't have to give me explanations, Beatriz. I know your father takes care of you a lot. There's no problem with that." he turns his face to stare at her while she looks away from him.

"Mm he takes care of me as if I were a beauty queen. " She chuckles and walks in front of Armando to the other side of the room, to stand in front of a book case while Armando's eyes follow her. "like if he had a super model for a daughter" she jokes. They both laugh nervously.

Armando stands up and walks to the other side of the room, across from her and sits on a chair and stares at Betty.

"Well in any case I think he has a daughter...that's very special. He's right in, well, in protecting you like he does, Beatriz."

[Side note: In this scene it is evident the use of Betty and Beatriz transition and the symbolism of it!]

Betty is now sitting on another chair, facing away from him and says "[That's] because you see me with different eyes. "

"No, no, no." he says as we now hear the music which is titled: intrigue. "Don't say that, Beatriz." he stands up and walks across the room to sit closer to her. "It's not like that. Remember what I've always said to you. That you're a woman that one has to-has to discover."

Armando's body language indicates he wants to comfort Betty and make her feel special, because to him, despite the fact she isn't "pretty", he still believes that Betty is special, both physically and spiritually.

We now get a frame of only Betty in the screen as she replies:

"Please, sir, don't strain yourself talking about my intelligence, my loyalty." the frame is now only on Armando, staring at Betty "or all the other qualities you mentioned the other night." back to a frame of Betty shaking her head and staring elsewhere. We hear Armando begin to stammer off camera until it's only him on screen again, staring at a sad Betty.

"Beatriz that isn't just some lie. It's a truth of the truth. To each their own and that's yours. " she returns to the frame, shakes her head all while looking frustrated and sad. She finally turns to stare at him and speaks.

"You know that due to those qualities, that specialty, Don Mario will know that I was here."

"N-no, one moment, that I don't get. Why?"

"Well because the doorman will tell him that you came with a woman, to his apartment, and he'll know it was me." She looks away from him.

We get a frame of Armando only on screen.

"Beatriz I know you didn't like the comments the doorman made when we got here. Yes? With all that that I always come over well accompanied and all of that." He beings to stammer: "To a certain point it can sound true but it's not because I haven't been here in a long time." cut to a frame of only Betty, pushing her glasses up, clearly experiencing a vast of emotions.. "Anyway, Beatriz, to the doorman you're just another woman." An annoyed Betty shakes her head.

"That's not true." She affirms. "You didn't enter with just another woman."

"No-no-no don't misinterpret me, Beatriz." he goes from having been a foot away to inches closer to Betty. "Don't misinterpret me. I didn't mean it like that. Of course you're a very-very special woman for me but for the doorman you're just another woman more."

"Exactly," a frustrated Betty turns to look at Armando. "That's why when Don Mario asks who-"

"No, no, no because Mario won't ask."

"We both know him, Sir-"

"Well-well yes but in any case the doorman doesn't know your name." Betty stands up and walks across the room, away from Armando and turns to face him.

"It's not necessary. When Don Mario asks him for a description of the woman he's going to easily deduced[it] because if the description were of a tall blonde woman or a brown curvy[slim thicc] woman or a very attractive woman; certainly Don Mario won't know who that'd be. He'd need to check the pictures in the archives that y'all have in the computer because I don't believe that I'll coincide with any of the women there. If he describes me, Don Mario will say that-that you brought Betty. "

"No but... it's not like that, Beatriz. Don't say that." he speaks softly and stands up. Betty had turned away from him, standing by the stair rail, she turns just a slight to stare at him.

"How many ugly woman have y'all brought to this apartment?"

A frame of only Armando is on screen, he stumbles, taken aback with this question of Betty's he looks away from her(indicating guilt) and Betty returns to the screen, staring at him while he stutters no. Again, the camera returns to Armando as he speaks.

"There's no need to talk to each other like this, Beatriz, please." Notice his tone of voice.*

"Not one, not a single one, Sir." Betty turns from him, giving him her back. "You would never have an ugly woman beside you." She turns her head to stare at him over her shoulder and says "I'm the first one and the last one in your life."

Now Armando is in the frame, staring down, with brows close together, lips slightly parted but pursed. He walks to sit on the armrest of the couch, his back to Betty, he removes his glasses as she speaks.

"I know that for you this is just a parentheses(interlude) in your life; an accident." In this frame we get them both. Both have their backs to each other however we only see Armando's face. When Betty says that this is just an accident in his life, Armando closes his eyes, purses his lips, shakes his head slightly, and rubs his forehead before dropping his hand and opening his eyes again and repeats this one more time(This indicates that he is taking in what she is saying, deep in thought regarding it(I'll get to it) as well as indicate he wants to . "But sooner or later you're going to have to return to your normal life. " He looks upwards, brows drawn close together while one is raised, mouth is slightly open but lips are tight as if stressed. "and if you don't marry Ms. Marcela-" Armando now turns his head a bit, but not facing Betty. His brows are now lower, still drawn in, eyes squinting, mouth is tight and his eyes squinting. Betty now is staring at the back of his head. "surely a woman will appear that is pretty, of class, for you." Armando now wears an expression of anger.

"Beatriz don't say that, yes?" She stares at the back of him, with a frustrated and sadden expression of her own. "Don't say that." he almost whispers and it sounds like a begging. His features soften.

"Oh Sir, please. Let's be frank." Armando starts to worry his bottom lip, eyebrows are still drawn close while his eyes are now sadden. His poster isn't straight or ridged but still tense enough to indicate that he is nervous and scared and trying to self sooth(lip biting). "No man would ever dream of marrying an ugly woman. Least to make a life with her." Betty now looks away from him, at the floor, in front of her, while Armando now with pursed lips, eyes looking up, squinting them, and brows close together, but up ward, indicate Betty's fear and her insecurity while Armando's fear continues to grow as well as his frustration. "Of having a long and serious relationship."

"This is a serious relationship." He says between clenched teeth.

"But you know this isn't going anywhere, Sir. You could never exhibit me in public." He stares at something in front of him, passes a hand over his face, rubs his parted lips(Shock, surprise, fear)(Y'ALL I CANNOT WAIT TO TALK ABOUT THIS!). "Your family would never allow it." Betty is now nearing him. While Armando now looks defeated and sad. "It would be a scandal. You could lose the company. They-they could disinherit you." He slightly turns to glance at her but blinks rapidly and looks away(could be guilt). Betty sighs and says "Besides you know that I'm not the woman for you. " This final sentence of Betty's is one that she holds close to heart as there's a slight tremble in her voice.

Armando now, in the frame alone, shakes his head and closes his eyes, begging Betty: "Betty I beg you, really. Don't talk to me like this anymore, I beg you., please." In a susurrating tone.

"Of course, yes, Sir, that was very clear to me with what happened today with Adriana Arboleda." Armando, swiftly turns his body towards her, staring at her, again, with an angry expression. However this anger of his isn't like the one he's had in the past, or much less with Marcela when she's accusing him, this is an anger that is a lot more calm and that he is trying to control and keep at bay so he can listen to what she is saying. "That you dream with her or at least with women like her."

Betty stares at him, her brows close together as well up arched upwards, there's a slight frown in the corners of her mouth and as she stares at him with eyes that look like they're in the brink of tears she finishes off with a sad smile: "Like the girls say, you two compliment each other." Back to Armando, he is staring at the oposite of her, who shakes his head in frustration and anger while his eyes have the same sentiment of Betty's: Sadness. "She's the type of woman that's for you, Sir." Betty says painfully, defeated, but trying to stay positive. However finally, Armando has had enough and he stands up and yells at her.

"Enough! Beatriz, don't go on with that story." He calms down and begins to whisper. "I am begging you. I already explained what happened with Adriana Arboleda. Don't keep going with that, yes?" She looks away from and pushes her glasses up as she sighs.

"Sir I don't feel well. It's best that I leave." She turns.

Betty tries to run out but Armando runs after her and stops her. Armando tells her that no woman has ever awoken in him what she has and it ends by Betty telling him that she's afraid, really afraid, of what she feels for him, how terrible it is for her, Armando asks why that is and she tells him she is afraid loving him, of losing herself and him, and of suffering.

At this Armando concludes this scene be saying that she doesn't have to be afraid of anything(the music they chose for this particular part of the scene says otherwise) and finally, sober, with a smile on his face while cupping her face in his hands he tells her that he loves her.

-Scene Breakdown

This entire scene is the fallout of all the impending foreshadowing we've gotten in past episodes. The way the scene is presented, the framing, the angels and such as well as the writing.

For one: The night we hear Betty's monologue while a drunk Armando stumbles into Marcela's apartment. When they show us dreams and we get back and forth scenes of both Betty and Armando drifting to sleep and we get the dream. Armando's micro expressions, his manipulation of Mario, the denial, the acceptance, and the confusion. It all explodes in this scene.

Betty grills Armando about his past with countless women, telling him that he isn't an exception, what they have isn't real, that he won't ever be public with her because of the disastrous consequences it would have for him, that his family would never accept the relationship, even if he didn't marry Marcela, he'd find somebody that was "beautiful." like Adriana Arboleda and that they'd look good together. She uses her ugliness to sentence him.

Why is this all important to mention? Had this scene been choreographed differently than I'd say it was just an argument, nothing more to what we're being shown and told but this novela has a great mastery of showing, not telling.

While Betty speaks we only see a clear image of Armando, with the exception of Betty walking near him, but we still get the bottom corner where we can see his eyes.

Just like their first night, which I realized in that post I talked very assertive because I knew what this scene meant in regards of Armando's character journey, they have a deep conversation. However the conversation isn't about desire anymore, it isn't about consent, or apologizing for what they feel. This conversation is a conversation Armando has had with himself for a long time.

What do I mean by that?

This is Betty's monologue. She speaks what she feels of the relationship and their future, as if she were writing in her diary, while Armando, in deep thought, considers what we the audience are hearing. Just like all the other scenes, however they're in the same room, this is happening at the exact same time, room, and day and all of Armando's expressions point to it being something he's considered before.

When Betty says "this isn't a serious relationship or long relationship," we see a frustrated Armando tell her their relationship is serious. When Betty brings up that he made it pretty clear with what happened earlier that day with Adriana Arboleda, Armando, again, frustrated, tells her that he already explained that to her.

However the extremely telling and chilling scene that pushes this theory forward is when Betty is listing the consequences of their relationship ever being public and how he'd never do it.

Armando seems to have air caught in his lungs.

"You could never exhibit me out in public," Armando runs his hand over his face, mouth hung open. "It would be a great scandal."

It's kind of that moment when one says "Oh crap."

Please, if you haven't, go read the post Tonight A Dream Of Mine Has Come True because I explain the following parallel there pretty well, which here I won't but I'll do a summary of it.

Similar to that scene, here Armando is now realizing how true the statement of "I understand you." is. He finally understand that Beatriz Pinzon Solano understands him, unlike anybody else. This scene shows us how much Armando has told himself these statements because unlike the night at the hotel when Betty was talking, Armando seemed moved, affected by what she was saying, considering it, but not panicking, not afraid, not frustrated, angry, annoyed, so on. This night he is. He goes through these emotions in matter of seconds.

Frustrated that Betty is telling him this, scared that she knows, afraid of what this means, panicked over how Betty is feeling, and annoyed at himself.

He's told himself that if he ever went public with Betty that his family would not allow it, especially his mother. He knows that they would not approve.

How does he know this?

Well let's talk about his mysterious sister, Camila, oh you know, the one that they forced to move to a different country, that doesn't talk to her parents and only keeps ties to the family through him. Oh! Right, the one that got married to a poor man and because of that their mother got in the middle of their marriage that she no longer is married to him? That his sister resents her parents for that.

Could you imagine the scandal the family faced when Camila got married to a "poor" man of society? The whispers of people? The embarrassment his parents went through? The way the upper society and elite must've looked down on them?

The thing about the elite, no matter what country you live in, is that the poor man is the worse thing anyone could ever be affiliated to, ironic ain't it?

A poor man is a man that reminds them they take advantage of the poor so they can have riches. The poor man is filthy, uneducated, filled with desease, and wants to take their riches and women hostage. The poor man is the enemy.

Camila made the "mistake" of falling in love with a poor man and the consequences were disastrous. She not only got shunned by the elite but she also got criticized by her family, her parents. She got shunned out, kicked out of the country and if that wasn't enough, her mother got in the way of her happiness, causing her husband to leave her.

Now who knows what the age difference between Armando and Camila are but seeing as Armando seems to be in his late twenties to early thirties, and his sister has been gone for a couple of years lets say Armando was still a teenager when all of that went down. Let's say he was maybe, roughly, 15-19 years of age. His sister could be roughly, in her early to mid twenties, she meets a man, Armando and his sister, we are told, are close, so she tells him all about this man she's met and how in love she is.

Both of them grew up with emotionally and mentally absent parents, who seemed more worried about the Valencia kids than their own kids. It's very possible that Armando lived the pain and torture both Camila and their parents endured, at a developing age, that does shape you into the adult you become if it's a fear strong enough to turn into a traumatic experience.

This obsession with perfection, to not cause his parents any more disappointments, no more embarrassments, shunning's, or anything on the likes?

He has a reason to be afraid, not only for his ego and what people might say, but because of his parents, his family, society as a whole, if they ever knew or saw, the woman he fell in love with and chose to stay in love with.

So yes, we can conclude that Armando has had endless conversations with himself regarding his true feelings about Betty and their relationship. We can assume, with certainty, that Armando has tried to picture a future with Betty and that it's made him yearn for that future with her, however, the prejudice, the looks, the comments, and the treatment that they'd BOTH get from his world would be enough to keep him fearful.

You might think: But Armando is embarrassed to be seen with Betty because she is "ugly", doesn't this theory dismiss that?

No and here is why; Armando is a ball of confusion. He still lives in a stage of denial and confusion. He lives afraid of his own feelings. However, this theory still takes into account Armando's embarrassment because he knows, if Betty were the beauty standard that he wouldn't have to deal with societies prejudice and commentary of his relationship with Betty. He knows the only problem here is that Betty is "ugly." and though he has accepted this and all that it entails in their relationship, he still doesn't want to deal with the scandal that would be 'Armando Mendoza Saenz Breaks up with The beautiful Marcela Valencia, to date his UGLY assistant! His parents are in shambles, he is the laughing stock of the town! His assistant is VERY UGLY!'.

Again, let us not forget how much it means to him that his parents love him and he does absolutely anything to keep the mirage that he is worthy of their love because he has seen just how easily his parents turned their backs on his sister. Betty isn't just poor, she's "ugly" and she isn't socially educated either. She's all the "worse" things a woman can be to the elite and while Armando see's that all of these things aren't an impediment for him to feel the way he feels about her, for him to care about her and for him to be both physically and emotionally attracted to her, he knows the consequences he'd have to deal with, not only him, but Betty as well, he stays put, in fear of an open relationship with Betty and like I mentioned in the I Understand You Part 1 post, Armando wants to protect himself, what he feels for Betty, their relationship and her, from the preying hands of people who could harm that.

He accepts she isn't "pretty" but that doesn't meant he isn't afraid of what the public will say once they find out about who he fell and chose to stay in love with.

Now in part 1 of this same title of post, I mentioned a theory that was brought to my attention on IG which was in regards of Armando's glasses and his vision problems, which I wanted to talk about for this scene.

In that theory the idea is that Armando has Hyperopia, which means close objects are blurry while far away objects are clear. The theory arises with a future scene where Betty day dreams of taking off Armando's glasses and grabbing him by the tie and saying "take a good close look at me, this is how you see me, blurry." which would explain why he takes off his glasses to kiss her and be intimate with her and trust me, as much as I love tiny details, I want to believe this theory, but I can't.

The reason being is that we get a lot on instances where Armando does Kiss her with his glasses and without his glasses, sober, drunk, tipsy, etc. He also kissed other women with and without his glasses but they used this night as an example, saying that in went in hand with what Armando says: That in the dark he feels her the most because this night in Mario's apartment, all lights are one, except the ones inside the kitchen(Y'all think Mario cooks or he always orders take out? Or that Armando cooks? I think Mario would cook cause he always needs to impress the ladies, unlike Armando who only needs to flash them a smile, but I doubt Armando cooks... maybe he knows how to make sandwiches...idk man why am I talking about this right now?)(which again, Mario has money shmoney because they went into the apartment and all lights were on. What the hell man? Conserve some energy.) they sinned in the bright LED lights of Armando's apartment, no darkness, not nothing and where THE HELL did Betty get that bathrobe?

Anyway, there's a lot more that goes against that theory. Armando removed his glasses, way before he would kiss Betty. He removed them while he wasn't even directed towards her. His back was towards her. He removed them to give himself time to process what Betty was saying and he didn't put them back on. In fact he removed Betty's glasses because they got in his way of being *this close to her face while he sucked on it.

I was reading that theory and I was thinking to myself "What a neat idea. It makes sense for that scene." but then after realizing and remembering all the other instances I personally believe that Armando's vision doesn't have anything to do with kissing, boning, or whatever with Betty. If anyone has a better understanding of that theory feel free to comment it :)

Anyway, from Betty's side, we see someone who is both uncomfortable, angry, frustrated, and sad. We understand why that is. In the Adriana Arboleda post I explained in further detail how that whole incident made her feel. Top that with being in Mario's bach pad and hearing the comments the doorman said, I'd also feel very insecure.

However in her frustration, she uses her "ugliness" to attack Armando by being harsh in the way she spoke to him, though we know that all she said was true and justified, for Armando this was a punishment as he begs her stop speaking to him in that way.

I'll end this scene analysis with the future foreshadowing:

When Armando asks Betty why she's afraid and feels like this is terrible for her, Betty tells him, she's afraid of suffering and Armando tells her that she's got nothing to be afraid of.

God, those words come to sentence her and him in less than a mere 24 hours into the future. While Armando meant it, that she didn't have to be afraid, these words are laced with poison.

To conclude this post, later on, when Betty tells him about Miguel(He can catch these hands, it's on sight tbh.) Armando has the opportunity, and the desire, to come clean to Betty, but Betty interrupts him and tells him that she knows him, and she knows he isn't like Miguel and we see a man, haunted by his deeds.

However, for future reference I want to note what Betty told Armando and how similar the traumatic relationship she had with Miguel is to to that of what she has with Armando, however there's still key components that make them different.

For one while Miguel started this "romance" with Betty, Betty wasn't interested in him or even liked him, she says that it wasn't after all his pestering that she started to like him. Armando did care about Betty, and she was interested in him, and they were friends before he started to romance Betty. So while yes the reason he went into the relationship were wrong but the ulterior motive was always that he didn't want to lose Betty, like a kid doesn't want to lose their favorite toy, whether they use it or not, they don't want to share or lose said toy. Miguel always had a hollow and superficial motive. So that gives Armani .5 points. The other thing is that while Miguel never even considered Betty's feelings or cared enough to not feel guilty, Armando always felt guilty and did consider Betty's feelings, especially the longer the relationship went on. He starts to view her not as his possession but rather, his partner, and views her so intimately linked to him that what is done to her is done to him, so again, this gives him 1 whole point(I'm being kind to him rn) and lastly, the final parallel and nail to this coffin is that Betty said after all was said and done and he got what he wanted, that she never heard from him, days went on, weeks, months, and she didn't hear from him. He vanished. This tiny detail, finally clicked on me.

Later on, weeks, months, who knows, later, she overhears Armando and Mario talking about sending her away and this is what pushes Betty to hand over Armando's head to the whole board committee of executives and Mario says that after a while she'd stop thinking of him.

I.e. abandoning her after he got what he wanted from her, exactly like Miguel did.

Ahhh!

I'm still not fully there but am feeling a lot better than I was two weeks ago, Thanks to God. I think for the next few posts I won't really talk about scenes since they're pretty self explanatory but more about the plot and how it's carried on and why certain characters did what they did. It's a pretty long process when it comes to breaking down scene than the plot because I have to interpret and translate what they're saying and then go back to watch the acting, then the directing, and all that fun jazz so sometimes it gets pretty tiring but I really enjoy doing these post. I however do miss doing the post regarding the plot, parallels and analysis of that. I'm not saying I'll stop doing either, I will do both styles, but please be patient with me :)

Anyway I hope y'all are doing well and if not, hope y'all feel better. Be kind to yourself and others. Thank you!

'Til next time! :)

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