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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years

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Mermaid!Kirishima X Male Reader

((Lost the original ask who prompted this, but here’s a little Mermaid!Kirishima to start the prompts off here! Thank you again for being the first to send in an ask, I appreciate it so much! And such a fun and interesting one to kick things off with, so manly! <3))

You’d almost fallen asleep. Again. Jesus Christ. Groaning, you stretched your limbs out as far as they’d reach- stifling a cry as your joints popped, and you became a puddle against the wooden dock you were laid across. The soft plap-plap of the waves beneath you very nearly lulling you under once again. Opening your eyes finally, you raised your arm to block out the harsh mid afternoon rays, and to check your watch for the time. Nearly four. He was late. “Where the hell are you, sharkboy,” You grumbled, sitting up, and stretching your arms out for a second time, stretching them for all they were worth, before slumping over and scrubbing at your tired eyes. Wincing slightly at the soft burn of your palms against your cheeks. Fuck. No sunblock. Of course. You’d be confused with a lobster by the time you went home and scooped up in a net for dinner if you didn’t apply any. Chancing a glance around the open ocean around you, spotting hues of blue after hues of blue- but no red- you sighed, tugging off your sweat soaked tank top- shoving it into your bag with the rest of your things, before retrieving your sunblock, and squirting a liberal amount into the palm of your hand. Slapping them together afterwards to smear it around, before hiking a leg up to begin applying it. The soft scent of coconut filled the air around the dock, and mixed with the salty scent of the seafoam below the dock, it reminded you of Kirishima. How enamored he’d been the first time he spotted you out here, doing just as you were now. The scent, the sight. Long tanned legs, short board shorts, no top. He’d been drooling, it was a whole adorable thing. Of course, you absolutely flipped your shit the first time you saw him. He wasn’t exactly the most subtle creature to catch a glimpse of, especially when he reared up to apologize- fins fanning out, causing you to nearly have a heart attack. You knew of mer-people, of course, but no one had seen any in these parts in decades. You certainly hadn’t. Not in your lifetime. First time for anything, though, you supposed. He’d wandered too far from his pod, and gotten curious of the handsome human male spread out like a buffet on the docks. If there was one thing to be said about Eijiro, it was that he was too curious for his own damn good. Something that both endeared you, and frustrated the fuck out of you. You hardly noticed, so caught up in your thoughts of the creature, the sound of the water breaking- the soft creak of the dock straining beneath the merman's grip as he hoisted himself up quietly, laying flat on his stomach just a few feet away. Eyes wide as saucers, red irises glinting mischievously as he tried to stick to his plan. Thwarted only by all the bare expanse of skin you were showing off. Tan, and soft looking. Soft to the touch, too, Kirishima thought suddenly, mouth too full of saliva as he recalled the feel of your skin beneath his webbed fingers. Shaking himself from his awed stupor, Kirishina grinned- all sharp teeth, as he shimmied across the dock, long tail swishing excitedly beneath the water, where it hung low from the dock. Already aware of his tardiness, Kirishima wasted no time lunging for you when he was close enough- laughing boisterously as you shrieked, and began swatting blindly at him. “You asshole! How many times have I told you /NOT/ to do that?” Y/N Shouted, initial panic already seeping away, as he was rolled over beneath Kirishima- the merman's soggy red spikes haloed by the sun’s rays, making him look….positively angelic. The fucking heathen. “You’re an absolute menace to both land and sea society Kirishima- no, no don’t fucking kiss me, I’m mad at you. Take your fishy kisses somewhere else, they will not be accepted here!” Y/N continued to shout, laughing suddenly as Kirishima nuzzled and raked his teeth along the soft expanse of your neck, webbed fingers digging just this side of rough into your sides, to elicit a fit from you. “L-Lemme g-go you smelly s-sardine! Ah-ahah! S-shit, i’m gonna p-piss myself if you don’t-ah!- stop! Kiri, please, mercy, mercy!” You cried, tears in your eyes as Eijiro wrapped your legs around his broad hips- shifting his scales downwards, as to not scrape you. Cradling you in his arms, his elbows against the dock, to shift you both upwards just a bit. Toothy grin as bright as ever as he gave in, and finally looked at you. Kirishima swore he could look at you forever. Your bright, twinkling E/C eyes, the soft, sun bleached tips of your hair. The curve of your nose. The curve of your /lips/. Especially the curve of your lips. “You can’t just show up late and expect me to be all hugs and kisses, that’s not fair,” You pouted, despite the smile you couldn’t help forming on your face. Ankles hooked just at the small of Kirishima’s back, where waist met scales. One hand splayed across the creatures back, the other finding its way deep in the crop of damp hair atop his head. Fingernails digging gently into the base, in that sweet spot that always had Kiri mewling if you scratched long enough. “Mm, i’m sorry, baby shark,” Kiri cooed, snickering at the eye roll he could practically sense, as he dipped his face back down against your neck, and kissed. “-It was my turn to lead the roundup for dinner. You know how long it takes to completely swarm a school of flounder? Little bastards shoot off in different directions. So yummy,” he paused, nipping at your earlobe, causing you to tense, “-but so difficult to catch. Like, but also kind of unlike, another little fish I know.” “A man of a thousand sweet talks.” You were already putty in the merman's hands, and you both knew it. Didn’t mean you had to advertise it. “I am sorry, baby shark. I tried to hurry, but you know how Denki can be. He gets a little zapped if he exerts himself too much on the hunt. We all gotta get him back to the cove in one piece after that, and he’s such a squirmer, so...ya know,” Kirishima shrugged, arms tightening just barely around your middle, as he leaned back, smile less predatory, and more sincere now, as he pressed your foreheads together gently. “Apology accepted...I guess,” You mumbled finally, breaking the creature's gaze, only to flick your gaze down to his plump, bitten lips. One drop of saltwater still clinging to his cupid's bow. “I missed you, dude,” Kiri whispered finally, blush painting his pale face, as he pressed chaste kisses to your cheeks, and chin. Peppering them all over afterwards as you began to giggle. “Missed you too,” You sighed, closing your eyes, and angling your head to catch Kirishima’s lips in a soft kiss. Just a press of them together, no real urgency. You had the rest of the evening, and long after sunset to spend together. There’d be plenty of time for rough, heated kisses below the docks. When you lost your trunks, and Kiri started losing control of the sharpness of his scales. Leaving small pricks and scrapes over your inner thighs, from how you’d going to his hips. Only to have the merman lay you out on the dock under the stars, and kiss them all better. Webbed hands spread wide over your stomach, your hips. Trailing down your thighs, up, and around… “Whoa now,” Kirishima whistled, pulling back to glance down between you, and you huffed. “Don’t get cocky, asshole. I haven’t seen you in almost a week, give me a break.” Hooking your chin over the merman's shoulder, you rolled your eyes once more at Kirishima’s little giggles. Mesmerized by the expanse of muscle in his back. Gaze trailing down between Kirishima’s shoulder blades. Down the small of his back, where his hips dipped first inwards, then back out. Hips filling out below his scales, bright red at the tips, and a deep obsidian at the base, where they met his flesh. Similar to the hair atop his head. Unhooking one of your feet, you ran your toes down along the soft, slippery surface of his tail, as far as you could go, before bringing it back up. Noting the shiver down Kirishima’s spine, and grinning. “Never gets old, does it?” “No, nope. Absolutely not. You make my tail feel like it’s gonna shake right off,” Kirishima groaned, planting his plans on either side of you now, caging you in as you rested back against the dock. “Should probably get that checked out by a doctor.” “Asshole.” “See if I give you the gummy worms in my backpack now.” “....did I mention how much I love you yet?” “That’s what I thought, seaweed brain.” You laughed, flinching back with a frown as Kirishima nipped at the air in front of your face playfully- reaching back for your brag, to draw out the large bag of gummy worms you’d already opened, when waiting for the merman to arrive. Grabbing one out of the pack, and holding it up between two fingers for Kirishima to slurp up. Humming contentedly as he chewed, and you simply smiled. “Love you,” You whispered, feeding him another- watching as he slowed in his chewing, before gulping audibly, and leaning down close. “Love you too. Beautiful boy.” ((Thank you again to the wonderful prompter who asked for this, I had a blast writing it!))

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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nsfw alphabet for van

WARNINGS: Hey loves, so this is like just smut, if this isn’t your thing go check out my other latest fic for peak fluff <3

A= Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Van of course is the cuddliest boy in the world, and will always insist on wrapping himself around you, being as close as possible.

B= Body part

Vans favourite thing about you is your freckles, which he traces with his lips, skimming over your skin making you tickle. He could map your whole body out of your freckle and little marks and stretches.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Van is a dirty dirty boy and can't help himself, it's usually everywhere or inside you. Of course most of the time he'd wear a condom but you're on the pill just in case!

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

When he's away on tour you both get sooo sexual frustrated you end up sending dirty pictures to each other. when you'd face time him he'd of course laugh at how desperate you looked and then things would get a bit steamy over the old internet.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Ugh, Van is annoyingly good. So much that you were so confused when you had sex with him the first time because he'd spent so long pursuading you how bad he was. When really he's just self conscious of wanting to make sure you have a nice time.

F= Favorite position

He loves eye contact and hand holding whenever he can. He's all about skin to skin and deep connection. But when you need some you need some so he doesn't care where. More often than not at a concert it's whatever feels right in the moment.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

We all know Van it depends what mood he's in. When he gets home his first mission is to finish you off, pure sweat and pleasure and no intent on anything else. BUT, he's a cheeky bugger and lives to tease you and tickle you where he knows can make you double over, resulting in a cheeky but if doggy. Don't get started on drunk sex, he's a laughing mess the idiot!

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Van barely has time to wash his hair he's not one into grooming himself too much. But his natural hair isn't too wild or bad, you love his little bit of chest hair and find it super cute when you can see it from his shirt.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Van can be soo in the moment sometimes he doesn't even realise what he's saying or doing. He's really into consent and making sure your enjoying it but at the time he's a sucker for dirty talk. He'll nibble on you ear and whisper obscene things you couldn't even dream up.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

On tours he has no other option, he always complains about how it doesn't even compare to you. You find it funny and kind of hot when you call him and you can tell he needs some. So of course you whisper things you know will get him hard, which isn't hard with your voice.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He loves to tease you in public. Especially in fancy places like restaurants, he'd subtly run his finger up your legs going as far as he can before you couldn't take it and he'd lead you to the bathrooms.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He doesn't care where he is or what he's doing if you both need it you'll find a way. Wether it's in the car, shower, backstage, public bathrooms he's fucking wild!

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Van loves it when you initiate sex. He thinks it's so sexy seeing you all confident and self assured and it's gets him hard in no time.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

It's a big no no if he can tell you're not comfortable or self conscious about your body. he likes to make sure you're happy and in the moment, something you had to work up to, but his reassuring words always make you feel better.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Honey, let's be real, have you seen the things he's done to his microphones? Yeah well imagine that but better and in you, like wow he's amazing he loves making you squirm and drip just from his tongue. He always gives you the eye from the stage when he gets to into it lol.

P= Pace (how fast he is and how long he lasts)

Some nights it's long and intimate, slow easy sex, the type that gives you warm tingles and there's lots of kisses like every where. Hands and lips on all the skin you can find! But girl there's those nights when he just hammers into you, the point where you can see him thrusting into you from your stomach. It's to the point that when he finally leaves your body it feels like a part of you is missing.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Van prefers proper long hardcore sex, but sometimes you just have to scratch that itch.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He loves trying new things, he lives finding new things that make you tick and new places that make you squirm. He can't help himself!

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

All night long baby! Like seriously though...

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Van is such a cutie, when he found your vibrator he took note and bought you a new one before he left for tour. He finds it fun going to Ann summers and getting the shop keepers to help him get what he thinks is best for you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

You LOVEE teasing your boy! He's so cute and you love playing games with him, especially when your at parties. Your favourite thing to do is whisper obscene thoughts into his ear and running away from him, making him chase after you.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Dirty talk, Moans, cries, girlll it gets loud. When he shared a flat with Larry it got particularly amusing when you couldn't help yourself crying out Vans name (something you knew he loved).

W= Wild card (random sincannon)

Sometimes when you feel particularly noughty, youd purposefully go to bed in lingerie and see how long he’d last. Each time you wore it the more risque the outfits got once you realised how mad for them he was. Another thing to add to the Ann summers list!

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Hunny do you need to ask? When you first started dating him you were so nervous to fuck him after you overheard the lads joking.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Since the first time, you were both mad for each other. The honeymoon period of your relationship still hadn’t really phased off and you’re still hot on it most nights. Van is in his peak sexual after long tours and during song writing, sex is VERY good stress release for both of you!

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Van is deffo a snuggler. He doesn’t get sleep very easy at the best of times but after a hardcore shag, sleep finds him quickly, especially when he’s cuddled up in your arms. Even though most likely limbs would be everywhere and hair was deffinetly in mouths you were together and felt so connected it left your heart content and ready for deep slumber.

A/N: Ok so check my next post out for an extra special smutty anouncement aha! Lol ok so a reader came up with the coooolest idea so read my next post if you’re interested or enjoyed this ;) Anyway hope you enjoyed this mid-week post, anyone who got exam results these past few weeks, I hope you did well I bet you did xx Em

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supertweetycherry · 4 years

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TRAPPED || [Part 1 - The Past]

--Pairings: Jung Hoseok x Reader (You)

--Genre: Mafia au! Childhood Friends au! High school au! — Romance, Angst, Slight Fluff, Friends to Enemies.

--Ratings: Strictly Pg18

--Warnings: Slight Possessiveness, Slight Depression, Lot of Sadness, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Harassment and Mentions of School Bullying.

--Summary: Trapping a fish in a hook takes time. You have to wait for hours before the creature takes the bait. But once they are hooked, there is no un-doing it. Isn’t that what happened with you?

--Word Count: 6.2k

Navigations -> Masterlist || MASTERPOST >> Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3

Part 1 - The Past

To catch a fish, the fishermen had to set his trap from the beginning. He had to bait the fish, tempt her to take his sweet offerings and then wait for her to come to him. It’s a long process but he had to be very patient. What happens when that waiting period turns into hours? Will the fish ever take the bait?

For you, it started from the very beginning.

You first met him when you were a toddler. Your mother had placed you into the same sandbox as him. Apparently, you and your family were on a vacation in Jeju Island. Over there, your ever loving mother had found herself an invite to a Mom’s weekly play party. It was held in one of the resorts owned by the island.

Your mother being the party goer herself, instantly accepted the invitation. On that morning, she had woken up early and dressed you up in a pink frock and white sandals before making her way to the resort with you in her arms. Upon reaching there, the women had dropped you off by the play area for kids like you.

At that time, you barely had any sense of direction. Your 15-month-old toddler mind couldn’t filter what’s right and what’s wrong. Not to mention, you had a very strange habit of hugging anything or anyone that comes in your sight. So, when your mother had placed you, next to a crying chubby toddler and a group of giggling female toddlers, you had defied the laws of the society and went after the crying baby.

He had looked so cute to you that day, that you couldn’t help but stare at him for few minutes before making your move. Especially with his little beady eyes and small heart-shaped lips, you had no problem in stretching your arms out and engulfing the little elephant in your supposed hug as a way to sooth his cries. Initially, it didn’t work out but, as you continued to scoot closer to the boy, you had managed to catch his attention.

The little boy had looked at you like you had cooties. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to hug him. Your beaming smile was evident enough that you had no plans of leaving him alone, especially with his eyes puffy and red. You just wanted to shoo away all his worries. And maybe that’s why, you didn’t let go when he tried to shift away from you.

“Geee off... orff!” You remember giggling when he had made those jabs at you to leave him. But being a stubborn baby yourself, you refused to release the little elephant from your grip.

“Huggies.” You whispered the word, burying your head in his chest. It was one of the only few words you knew at that time.

And maybe that’s why, he eventually gave up and let you hug him out.

It was your little stubborn gesture that turned this meeting into a blooming start of your long friendship.

From that day on, as your mother received more and more invitations to ‘Moms Only’ clubs, you kept meeting the boy again and again. And like always, you wouldn’t let him go until he eventually grew fond of you.

“Gu Gu Ga Ga... Yu Yu Ga Ga.” Yeah, that was your toddler language when you couldn’t remember the big words.

Few weeks later, when it was time for your family to return back home in Seoul, you shared a tearful goodbye with the chubby boy. You had grown to care for him. His warming smiles, his shinning eyes, his soft soft skin... you had grown so fond of them.

You still didn’t know his name but, your mother had called him ‘Hopie’ once. Atleast that’s what you thought she said.

“Hopie... cess miss you.” You babbled at him as he hung tightly against your frame. He was a bit reluctant to let you go. After weeks of being together, the boy didn’t want you to be separated from him. Not even for a second.

And so, to calm him down, you had placed a little toddler kiss on his nose before slipping out of his slippery fingers. It was short and cute, but also satisfying.

Time passed, and you missed the toddler dearly. You missed his rare smiles, the occasion shinning glint in his brown beady eyes, and the little touches he made towards you.

And the hugs. Definitely the hugs.

You dearly hoped that you would meet him one day again.

Luckily, that day came when you started your pre-school. You found him in the same way again, sitting to the side and away from everyone else. His features were so recognisable that he stood out from all the normal ones. You had no trouble at all.

That aloof aura was still around him. He was still giving the bad vibes to anyone who came within ten feet of his vicinity. He still looked chubbier than ever, and you had no problem when you jumped at him from behind, latching onto his big back like a monkey.

“Hopie!”

The sound of your loud voice had startled him a bit, and you almost feared that he might drop you. But luckily, he had recognised the familiar vanilla scent wafting off you. And that was enough for the boy to pull you up in his arms and never let you go.

You had been so happy that day, that you ended up ignoring everyone else around you.

You paid attention to no-one except your long lost toddler friend. The two of you seemed so comfortable that most of the time, you were snuggled up against him, just enjoying the warmth from his big arms. Even when the day ended, you hadn’t left your Hopie’s hand. Not even when your father tried to bait you with an ice-cream.

As more days passed, the both of you became closer. You spent most of your time with him, alienating yourself from others just so you could make him feel comfortable. Its not like he hated everyone around him, its just no-one really looked past his chubby body. Every kid in their class would point him out for being ‘fat’ and it enraged you whenever they did.

So, to prevent any fights from happening, you only spent time with your soon-to-be best friend, Hopie.

“It’s Hoseok, Y/n. Not Hopie.” He whined for the tenth time that day as he pronounced his name with correct syllable and right sound.

“Ho-sook.” You tried. But he was nearly 15 months older than you, which means he had more experience. So, when you kept getting his name wrong, he eventually gave up and stayed as ‘Hopie’ for you.

That is until, you guys started your major schooling years and you finally got his name right.

As young teenagers, you both had matured a little. Your friendship has bloomed into an unbreakable bond. Not even the bias views from other kids around your age could deter you anymore.

“Why do you even hangout with him, Y/N? He’s so weird.” One of your elementary school friend mused when she saw you consistently bringing Hoseok into their ‘friends only’ conversations.

You had noticed a strange frown on her face.

“Because he’s my best friend.” You happily replied with a big smile before continuing to put gemstones into the friendship bracelet you had created for Hoseok.

“But I’m your best friend.” The girl had slightly hissed. “He’s just some fat weirdo with no friends.”

Her words had instantly pissed you off. You instantly gave her a heated glare before taking your pencil back from her slimy fingers.

“He’s not a fat weirdo. He’s just a cute chubby boy. And he’s a completely normal guy with a completely normal behaviour.” You retorted before gathering up your supplies. “And FYI, he does have a friend. He has me. I’m his best friend.”

And with that, you stalked off to a another table.

As the elementary schooling passed, you became more and more connected to Hoseok. He became the best friend that you never had. You both equally supported and protected each other.

Even at the high school age, you guys never felt ashamed to be hugging or seeking out each other’s touches.

You still considered him as your little elephant while he still considered you as his spoilt princess.

You both had promised to be with each other forever and to never let go.

He was special to you, because he was a ray of sunshine in your life. He brightened you up like a star.

You had grown so fond of him that when the time came... you fell hard for him.

Few years later, you reached your sophomore year and you had started to develop hard feelings for him. Every touch, every smile, every gesture that he made, became more and more prominent as your feelings heightened.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up at him in question. He had a gentle smile on his face. His shinning brown eyes were boring into your dark ones as if he was amused.

“It’s for you, princess.”

Your insides quickly warmed up with that little pet name of his. He had started using it just few months ago. It had taken you a moment, but you were able to push down that faint blush that was creeping up on your cheeks. Quickly raising the velvet box to your eye-level, you unwrapped the large ribbon on it and opened the box, to find something you hadn’t expected from him.

“Happy Birthday, Princess.”

You were stunned at the gift. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him and back at the box.

He had given you a pair of simple diamond stud earrings with blue exterior.

And they seemed fucking expensive.

“Do you like them?” He asked with a huge smile on his lips. He had somehow brought his face closer to you.

“I love them.” you whispered, feeling a little dizzy at the stare he was giving you.

“I’m glad you liked it. I had specially ordered them to be custom made for you.” You shyly smiled at him.

Hoseok has always showered you with gifts. Not because he was rich and wealthy, but because he wanted to. Atleast thats what he claimed. You just nodded and believed him every single time, because you knew he would never lie to you.

Usually his gift didn't affected you much, but these days, every one of his presents were becoming more and more important, and meaningful to you.

“May I?” He asked, holding up his fingers for permission.

You nodded and let him fix them in your ears.

“How do I look?”

“You look amazing as always.” This alone made you blush like hell. But you managed to cover it up behind your arm.

The next thing you know, he was hugging you from behind, just sniffing in on your vanilla scent. You let him.

It was a friendly gesture, right?

At the start of your Junior year, Hoseok has changed and morphed into one of the most handsome boys in your school. The sudden body weight drop was so quick that you had failed to recognize him when he came back from his summer holidays that year.

He had to physically twirl you around in his strong arms to make you realize who he was.

Apparently, during that summer, you had stayed behind to work on your extra curriculum activities while your best friend had went out for a family vacation.

It was the only vacation where he didn’t invite you in for. And the only vacation he hadn’t bothered to explain. Whatever happened during that time, it has changed him. His height has increased, his shoulders had broaden, and his features have became more sharp.

There was a new sense of style in him. He seemed more relaxed, lean and on the edge all at the same time. There were also a stack of mini muscles that he has gained. You had felt them when he had hugged you on the day of his return. You also noticed the roughness of his hands and the strong hold he now possessed.

It all seemed so strange to you. But you didn’t question it.

Instead, you used that time to focus on your feelings. They had increased in volume so much that it became hard for you to tune them out. Sooner or later, you came in terms with them. But you refused to say it out loud to anyone. Your rich family of lawyers and policemen didn’t approve of Hoseok anymore. They rejected the boy two years ago when they met his parents. They had labeled him as dangerous and immature, and had concluded that your best friend was unfit to be around you.

He was a bad influence.

And maybe he was. After all, you were ready to defy all your family’s rules for him. Your bond with him was so close that you couldn’t leave him even if you wanted to. You had given him your full trust.

And maybe, that was your first mistake.

That boy didn't deserve your trust. At all.

Things took a turn when the school year started. See, unlike previous years, Hoseok has risen up the social ladder while you had been toppled off due to your intimate friendship with your handsome best friend.

Everyone envied the bond between you two. The girls could not see their chance of grabbing Hoseok slip away to a nerd, while the boys couldn’t wait to bang the said nerd.

It was a sticky situation for you. The teasing in the halls and the leg trips here and there, has increased for you.

You became so depressed and lonely during that time, not even the three chipmunks could cheer your mood up. The three young boys who had been with Hoseok and you since the beginning. Hoseok had introduced them to you when you guys were in the 5th grade. They latched onto you like little kids, begging to have your attention from time to time.

They were babies. And they needed an older female figure in their life. You became that figure.

You loved them like your little brothers.

“Noona, you should confess to hobi hyung soon. He’s going crazy these day.”

You literally chocked on your water as the youngest chipmunk in your vicinity smirked at your reaction. You were wheezing and coughing as you tried to get the water out of your lungs.

“Ya!” You scolded the middle child, hitting him on the back of his head. “Kim Taehyung, you cheesy sneezer! Who filled your head with this nonsense?”

“Oh please, Noona.” The eldest of them scoffed, shoving his mochi hands in your face. “We’re not blind. We can see everything. You and hobi hyung has the hots for each other.”

“Yeah, just go and kiss it out.” Needless to say, you were not surprised when the younger of them also joined in. “You guys act like little toddlers on their first date.”

At those words, your cheeks were instantly dusted with a pink hue. Sighing, you slumped down your shoulders in defeat. These boys were crazy. Nothing get past them so easily.

“Hoseok and I are just best-friends, kookie. Nothing more than that.” You said quietly, hoping that they wouldn’t pry too much on it.

“Keep thinking that and one day you’ll loose him for good.” It was meant to be a joke but it affected you with a sharp stab to your heart.

“Jungkook shut up!” The other two berated the young kid. You just shrugged, refusing to show anything.

“Don’t go on the makane’s words, noona. Just confess to hobi hyung now before things get ugly.”

You didn’t know what they were talking about, but you sure knew that these three had crazy imaginations. So, you shut them up with a little ‘Shut up’ before slumping down next to them in the grass.

If only, you had taken heed to their warning....

“Listen here tramp, let me make this easy and clear for you.” Park Soo-bin, the typical queen bee of your high school has managed to corner you against the ladies toilets, once again. She was one of the most prettiest girls in the school, but she had a personality of a wicked villain. You have tried to avoid her on so many occasions recently, but that girl is so persistent at getting her message across. “Stay the fuck away from my Hobi. He doesn’t need a gold digger like you coming in his way to greatness. He’s part of the popular gang. And popular people don’t hang out with dirty little rags like you. I’m sure you are aware of the hierarchy, right?”

You didn’t reply. Your eyes were already filling up with tears at her blunt statement. The hierarchy difference between you and your best friend was too big. You had always known that.

“Speak when spoken to, nerd!” The girl hissed, taking your hair into her hand and pulling on them. You heard yourself whimpering at the sudden pain, but you hadn’t replied one word to her.

You refused to.

You maybe helpless in your love life, but you were not the one to take an order so easily. Hoseok didn’t raise you like this. All those years, he had told you to stand up against people, even if its him.

Not to mention your family line of protective lawyers and policemen, you were capable enough to handle these girls.

And that’s how you ended up in the principle’s office with your hair pulled into a mess, various scratch marks covering your arms, a busted lip and bleeding knuckles. The two other girls who joined in the fight were in a similar state while the main one, the typical bitch of this school, was crying over a broken nail and a red cheek.

If you were being honest, it was the two younger girls that were behind most of your injuries, while the queen bee had watched from the sidelines until you had managed to land a hit on her. Needless to say, you felt so satisfied when your palm had come in contact with her smooth, powdery cheek.

“She needs to be expelled! She doesn’t deserve to be here!”

“Look at my child. That girl has no manners.”

“My poor Soo-bin.”

The accusations went flying past your head like baseball. You rolled your eyes and stood leaning against the wall, glaring at the main bitch of the room. She was mouthing the words of your demise, by sliding her thumb across her neck, to show how much trouble you were in. But you didn’t care. You just raised an eye-brow at her attitude.

Maybe, listening to all the words she was saying, you could maybe smack her again, right in front of the principle and her parents. But because of your parent’s disapproval looks, you stepped back.

When all the shouting was over, you had slipped away with a small warning. All thanks to your uncle, who had used his law to corner the parents into an agreement. But even then, your own parents were not happy with you.

You had clearly seen the disappointment flashing in their eyes. It hurted you a bit, but you managed to survive it. You were more worried about Hoseok who still hasn’t returned from his week long vacation to an unknown place that only him and his family knew about.

You were a little dejected by his so called ‘special family plans’, but you had figured, it was some sort of family thing that the Jungs have. Unlike your own parents, Hoseok’s family had no problem with accepting you in the family as one of their own daughters. You were close to them from the beginning, especially to Hoseok’s older sister, Jung Ji-Wo.

“Stay away from him, Y/n. This is my last warning to you.” Those have been your father’s orders when he discovered the reason behind the whole fiasco with the school’s queen bee. As usual, he had grown angry at the revelation and had warned you before walking off.

You just shrugged at his words in return. You can never stay away from Hoseok, whether he likes it or not.

As more days passed with no news from your best friend and Park Soo-bin growing impatient with your aloof behaviour towards her, the eldest chipmunk’s warning started to ring in your head. It was clear that during those two weeks of separation from your best friend, has seemed to alert the whole school of your isolation period and they all ended up using this to their advantages.

Main one being Park Soo-bin—the ultimate dare devil in your high school life.

You wished dearly that Hoseok would come back from his vacation quickly before things gets out of hand. Even though you had successfully handled the three girls that day, fighting off the entire school’s population would definitely be almost next to impossible for you.

Especially when your three helpful chipmunks were also MIA.

It happed just a day before his return. He had finally contacted you from his secret getaway and apologised for his silence. You forgave him the moment he had called you and just relished in hearing his voice again after such a long time, is when it happened.

The fateful incident.

Some students said you slipped off by accident. Others said you had staged the whole thing. And the more older, responsible ones claimed that you were jerking off someone.

But you knew the truth.

You had been cornered and harassed by the popular gang. The males did all the unthinkable things with you while the females watched you squirm, shout and beg for them let you go. You had remembered screaming, kicking, biting—basically doing anything to avoid being touched and tainted by their grubby hands. When you had finally managed to get away from them with parts of your clothes ripped and skin filled with bruises and marks, Park Soo-bin had smirked in your face before completing the deed with a slight push.

“Bye Bye Y/N.” Those were the last words you heard before you were pushed off the edge of the stairs. You had clambered down the long staircase like a rag doll, your screams muffled by the air being knocked out of you and your limbs flying around as they hit each and every pointy edge of the concrete and steel railings they came in contact with.

You didn’t know what happened next, but you remember waking up in a hospital bed, next to your crying best friend who had his face stuffed in the palm of your right hand, producing loud aching sobs as he kissed and stained your skin with his hot tears.

The sight was only there for few seconds before your eyes fluttered shut once again due to the meds being pumped in your veins.

The next time you woke up was to see your family entering your hospital room. Judging by their depressed and downcast expressions, you had already concluded that you were in a pretty bad shape.

There was no denying in that. Even the doctors had concluded you as a lost case when you hadn’t woken up for two weeks straight.

But somehow, you have survived. And thats what mattered.

One by one, they visited you at random times of the day. First came your mother who had littered your face with sweet kisses and promises to cook all your favourite food when you return home. Next, was your father. He had cried and apologised for not taking strict actions towards the first assault that happened to you in the school. You had just waved his apology away and smiled.

Few days later, it was your older brother, Taemin, who had visited you. He was the only brother you cared about, because the rest of your cousin brothers were A-grade assholes. Taemin had taken special leave from his special op training so he could be next to you. He had serenaded you to sleep and promised to make everything better.

The next time you woke up, you found your best friend sleeping on the small couch in front of your bed. He looked disheveled from every angle. His hair were untidy, he had dark bags under his swollen eyes, his skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and he had a slumped, sad posture to his lean body.

The boy truly looked like he had been wrecked over by a bus.

You also noticed six other guys in the room, three of them being your naughty chipmunks and the other three were strangers.

“How are you feeling?” One of them asked with an angelic smile on his face. He was one of the taller ones and one of the strangers in the room. He was dressed casually, but with the way he was hovering over you, checking your vitals and readings, he seemed to know what he was doing.

“Peachy.” You answered, voice cracking at the end. He seemed to be smiling at you before going over to your best friend to wake him up. “No, don’t.” You had barely stopped the boy. He looked at you with puzzled expressions.

“Let him sleep, please. He looks like he needs it.”

He seemed surprised by your caring nature and blinked a large smile at your face.

“I’m glad to see you care about him the way he does for you.” The words were genuine. “You know, he’s been visiting you everyday. But I guess, you were sleeping most of the time.”

“I know.” You replied, looking at Hoseok with affection reflecting in your eyes. “He cares too much for me.”

“I’m glad you think the same way as us. I’m Seokjin by the way, but you can call me ‘Jinnie Oppa’.”

That might have been the mood breaker in the room because you instantly threw him a huge grin. He was sweet and charming.

“I already have an Oppa. And he’s the best one I have.” You retorted playfully, thinking of your older brother, Taemin.

“I make a very good Oppa too, sweetheart.” He winked at you with a pout.

You had giggled and thought the man was charismatic too.

If only you knew that you were talking to a killer...

“Hoseok, I’m fine.” You assured the boy as he snuggled his crying face into your bandaged arms, producing loud sobs for the other boys to hear.

As soon as he saw you awake, your best friend broke down into literal tears, crying his eyes out as he dipped low, head buried into your arms. His sudden weight on your arms increased your pain but you didn’t let it show one bit.

He was hurt and scared at your battered figure. The least you could do was let him cry. And so, you let him as he quickly changed spots and moved onto your stomach, making your skin vibrate.

“Hosoek...” You cooed the boy, running your hand through his chest-nut hair and caressing his wet face. “Please don’t cry. Look, I’m fine.”

He looked at you with a helpless look before diving against your stomach again.

“I-I thought I l-lost you.” He said through his sobs.

You just smiled and kissed the boy’s head in affection.

“I could never leave you, Hoseok. Didn’t I promise you that?”

It took some time but you were able to calm the boy down. With the help of the others in the room, all of you managed to turn Hoseok’s loud sobs into small hiccups.

“Please, just please, don’t ever leave me, Y/N.” He said quietly, still tucking onto your hand like his life is depended on it. “I need you. I-I cant l-live without y-you.”

Something warm erupted in your chest. But you didn’t let it get to you. What if he means this in a best friend way?

“I won’t ever leave you, hoseok. Your whiny ass wouldn’t survive a day without me.” You joked.

It didn’t work.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He gave you a look you couldn’t decipher. It made you flush.

“Sorry... I-I just meant—never-mind. Just don’t worry please. I won’t leave you.”

He didn’t look satisfied for some reason but none the less, he still nodded. You were about to question him, but the strangers in the room decided to throw a pizza party. A party where you didn't even get a single slice of pizza since you were on the hospital diet.

“Lucky bastards.”

“How long has it been?” You asked Hoseok one day. You were still in the hospital but a bit better than before. Hoseok was peeling off some apples for you.

“Nearly a month.” He said, digging the knife into an apple. You could see how clean and fast he was with a knife. The apple was cut into thin slices within a matter of seconds.

“How’s school going? You’re still attending your classes, right?” You didn’t want to touch the topic, but you didn’t want him to sacrifice his studies for you. He’s been spending too much time here during the day and you were simply worried. “Hoseok?”

He hadn’t replied you yet. Instead, a slice of the apple was shoved in your mouth before your best friend smiled at you.

“Don’t worry about anything, Princess. My studies are going fine. Infact—” This is where he pulled out some books from his bag. “—I brought these for you. I hope you are stable enough to go through them with me.”

Your face instantly brightened at the sight of your books.

“Yes, ofcourse I am!”

You were truly a nerd. That’s never gonna change.

“Yay.” You squealed slightly when he dropped one book into your lap. Your good arm was already onto it, feeling the hard, shiny cover before opening the book to see what you have missed.

Hoseok grinned at your enthusiasm.

“Nerd.” He teased.

“Elephant.” You retorted back, but it wasn’t that strong, because in the next second he bursted out into a fit of loud laughter, making you scowl. “It’s not funny!”

He still didn’t listen. So, with a slight irritated huff, you smacked his shoulder. He retaliated by pinning your limbs down and hovering over you.

You were surprised at how easily he kneeled over you, careful not to hurt you but also smart enough to completely pin you to the hospital bed.

“Don’t be a naughty girl, Y/N.” He teased with a slight smirk. “You don’t want to be punished by me, do you?”

Damn, his voice was seductive to you. He had never behaved this way before.

“As if!” You dryly mocked with a laugh before trying to push him off you. But he didn’t listen. Instead, he dipped lower and engulfed you into a tight hug while he laid over you.

“I’m serious.”

You scowled at him. Great, he going to be plastered to you for the whole night. God forbid, if you can survive his lean muscular body resting on top of you.

You were always a sucker for his touches.

Few days later, things became normal for you. With right medication and right therapy, you were able to walk again. It boosted up your healing process and in no time you were ready to face the hard part of this whole ordeal.

Your culprits.

When you saw them standing in court with tears streaming down their eyes, you felt satisfied. You were in the same place as them when they had touched you in every open spot on your skin. The four young boys who had dared to molest you were jailed the same day. Their actions recorded in a school’s hidden camera in the corridor.

The six girls involved were put to heavy charges, involving; community service, a criminal record for harassing, bullying and attempt to rape, expulsion from the school and for some, being abandoned from their family lines.

Out of all this, the only person you cared about was Park Soo-bin. For some reason, the girl got away with everything. She wasn’t even mentioned as her friends took the blame. And you felt more angry than annoyed.

But that anger turned into shock when you saw the news next day.

“—we’re bringing you live from the Han River. A body has been discovered during the early hours of this morning. It belonged to a school girl, named Park Soo-bin, who had been missing for the past few days from her home and was now recently discovered floating in the river. The body seemed to be tortured, sliced open in many places and its limbs broken in—”

You hadn’t listened to the whole thing. The graphic visual displayed on your TV was enough to hurl your insides in the nearest toilet. Your best friend stood over you, holding back your hair as he patted your back in assurance.

He didn’t seem fazed by the news at all.

“Don’t worry, princess. Everything will be alright now.”

If you were just a little conscious enough to focus on his words, then maybe, you might have noticed the hidden glee lacing his voice...

Life turned back to normal soon enough. You had started school again and this time no-one bothered you anymore. Not even the left over popular girls who would used to do anything to tease you. But this time, they didn’t do anything besides glaring. And when your three chipmunks came in to cheer you up, their glares had turned into fear.

As more days passed, you started to ponder on your classmates strange behaviors. They seemed almost scared of you. You had expected them to be angry and furious with you, but they weren’t. It made you question few aspects of your life, but those though were quickly driven out of your mind when your best friend decided to give you a more interesting topic to think about.

His growing closeness with you.

He seemed more touchy than ever these days, always looking out for you and glaring at any boy who walked passed. At first, you were confused, but as you observed him more, you started to notice the difference. He was growing protective of you. There was a untold affection in his eyes that you always hoped to see in him. It warmed your heart and made you happy.

Was he finally feeling something towards you?

“I’m telling you, noona. Hyung is going to propose to you soon.” The youngest chipmunk said one day, taking your sushi out of your hands. “After all, he can’t let the fish get away.”

“Fish?” You questioned but then shook your head at his stupid comparisons. “Just keep eating you dumb bunny.” You shut him up by thrusting another sushi in his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s words started to come true. Just few weeks after, Hoseok plucked up his courage and proposed to you... with a small condition.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” He asked, holding out a rose to you. Literally everyone in the corridor stared at you both. Hoseok’s eyes were shinning as he brought you slightly closer to him. “I have seen you the way you look at me. It’s the same way I look at you. If you say yes, then remember, there is no going back. You will have to accept me in every shape and size I am. Even if you start to hate me, I will never let you go.”

The words had shocked you. His confession was so sudden that it rendered you a bit stunned. But that didn’t stop you from answering him. You’ve always waited for this moment. You can’t let it get away now.

“Hoseok, why would I ever hate you? I have always loved you.” You said to him, cupping his glowing cheeks. You were so happy in love that you couldn’t see the dark intent in his eyes. “I love your lips, I love your eyes, I love your nose, I love your cheeks, I love everything about you. I have always loved you. You are still my little elephant. And you are still my ray of hope.”

As if the words that triggered something in him, he jerked you closer and met your lips with his, sealing the deal. You could hear cheering in the background, probably from the three annoying chipmunks.

“You are mine now, Y/N. Remember that. You belong to me. No matter what happens next, you cannot escape me.”

And like a foolish girl, you had nodded along to his conditions.

After all, he was your sunshine and you trusted him.

But you had forgotten one thing. He was not normal like other people. He may be your ray of hope but he was also a force to be reckon with. He may have pledge you to do his sweet biddings and trapped you in his love, but he has also permanently chained you to him.

Which is why you found yourself in this situation, over and over.

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unrequited [part 2]

✿ pairing: bryce x mc

✿ word count: 3941

✿ tags: @senatorraines ; @nickyvalentinos ; @violinet ; @messofakind ; @roguemal ; @adrixnrxines ; @t-yril ; @bobbysmckenzie ; @luckyferrero ; @litgpop ; @brycelahelas

✿ author’s note: i didn’t really think i’d be writing a part two, but from the encouragement from my friends, and the initial idea and push from @diamondsless, i thought i’d write it and dedicate it to her as a birthday gift! happy birthday to one of the sweetest souls in this fandom who never ceases to amaze me with her writing and her acts of kindness. i hope you have an incredible day and that this fic is a pick-me-up, even though it’s angst.

also, thank you to the asexies for reading and giving me ideas and criticisms. y’all are my ride or dies! i love y’all so much. btw, this takes place a couple days after part 1, which you should probably read before this. anyways, i hope you enjoy! (let me know if i should do a part 3)

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Bryce’s words wrapped around her heart like the tendrils of a wild plant, squeezing until the pain in her chest was too much to bear. The vines of his anger and despair snaked up to her throat, clenching her windpipe, silencing her when she saw his face in the hallways of the hospital.

When she got a glimpse of his smile across the cafeteria or in passing in the hall, the ghost of Bryce’s shattered expression clouded her mind, and she flinched every single time.

She caught herself staring at the pads of her fingers too often during the passing days, the vivid memory of the way he deflected from her touch burned into her memory.

It played on loop, torturing her from the moment she stepped onto the grounds of Edenbrook, to the moment she closed her eyes at night. But even then, she rarely found solace in her dreams, as they usually took no definable form, the indiscernible feelings of desperation and agony gripping her even in the dream realm.

The roommate group chat exploded throughout her last morning shift of the week, last minute details of an intern-attending party filling her lock screen. Her thoughts had been focused solely on the conversation in the closet, so much so that she lost track of the days following and the party had completely slipped her mind.

The weekend had come before she realized it, a welcome distraction from the ghost of Bryce’s pained expression.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the feeling of seeing Bryce across the room with someone else. He’d strolled into the room, smooth and relaxed as usual, with his arm around a beautiful woman.

She hadn’t expected seeing him with someone else to elicit such a visceral reaction, but it did.

She clenched the solo cup, crumpling the plastic until the sides split, and it took Sienna calling her name to bring her to. The cheap red wine dripped down her arms, staining the forearms of her henley top.

It was her favorite, because it was his favorite.

The wine dripped onto her jeans, blotches of red covering her thighs. Her friends were staring, but Sienna had already jumped into action, gently taking the cup from her hands.

The sudden change of volume had made its way to the doorway, and Bryce locked eyes with her, his dark embers burning through her own.

Sienna guided her towards the hallway to Spencer’s bedroom, the silence between them full of knowing.

Once she was in her room, Sienna hugged her softly. “I’m so sorry, Spence. I had no clue he was bringing her. If I knew, I would’ve warned you.”

“I know. You don’t have to apologize,” she smiled weakly, before hesitating. “Who is she?” Did she even want to know?

“Just some girl he met on Tinder,” she said reassuringly. “They barely know each other.”

Had he rebounded so quickly for his own gratification? Or to make her jealous?

“It’ll be okay,” Sienna smiled warmly, and Spencer mirrored it willingly. Sienna was her sunshine, a consistent ray of light through her worst days.

Sienna waited until she was out of her wine stained clothes before leaving with them, insisting that they were still salvageable.

Spencer slipped on her favorite party outfit from their first housewarming party, the one she wore before she first felt him bucking beneath her within the confines of her bedroom.

If he wanted to play a game, she could play, too.

It was childish, but she had to know if he was truly moving on, or if he had come with a date solely to torture her.

She emerged from her room, heart pounding, purse over her shoulder. They were low on alcohol anyways, and the night had barely begun. She slipped out of the front door undetected, so she’d have time to rehearse what she wanted to say to him on the way to the liquor store down the street.

What could she even say to him that would have any substance? The damage she left was irreversible in her eyes. Even if he forgave her, he’d always remember the times he was her last priority.

It should have taken her a couple of minutes to buy the cheap liquor and chasers, but as she ambled through the aisles, a memory of her and Bryce volunteering to restock the alcohol to keep the party going flitted through her mind.

Behind the rack of red wine, he stole a kiss from her lips, her tinted lip gloss glimmering on the warm bronze of his own.

“Your lips look like a medal,” she giggled, rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip.

“Hopefully you mean gold because you know I’m not third place material,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her again.

His words haunted her.

It was a premonition, although she thought nothing of it at the time.

She’d done nothing but push him away, making him an afterthought that was saved for the days she was feeling particularly lonely. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for thinking it was normal to fool around with three separate men with zero repercussion.

It was only a matter of time before they became tired with the game she was playing. She never intended to toy with their emotions, but she had wounded each of them in some way.

She twisted the knife each time she shared an intimate moment, kiss, embrace, with either of them, and pretended like it hadn’t happened.

She gripped the large paper bag, and trudged back towards the apartment, the crisp Boston air chilling her exposed skin.

She rounded the corner, bumping straight into Bryce. The bag slipped from her hands, crashing onto the pavement, the bottles of wine, vodka, and tequila spilling across the concrete. It splashed onto her legs, soaking through her jeans and shoes.

“For fucks sake,” she huffed, shaking off the droplets that somehow managed to land on her arms. “I just bought those.”

If she wasn’t so frustrated, she would’ve been a stammering mess. She met his gaze, a grimace contorting his features. He shook his leg, flicking off his alcohol-soaked shoes.

“Sorry, Spence. I thought you might need some help carrying them up, but I guess I made it worse,” he chuckled. “Here, let’s go back, and you show me exactly what you got. I’ll buy.”

“Yeah, I’d hope so. I can’t go back empty handed,” she sighed, reaching down to pick up the brown bag, now dripping maroon, tossing the larger glass pieces into it.

“Hey, don’t pick up the glass. I’d hate to have to patch you up –”

“Why did you follow me out here, Bryce? Really?” She wheeled on him, practically snarling. Her own voice sounded foreign. She’d never spoken to Bryce with that tone before.

His brows furrowed, his friendliness disappearing, replaced with a cold expression that he saved for especially bad days. Bryce Lahela hated virtually no one. She might’ve been the first.

“As soon as I walked in, you bolted. I came out here to check on you.”

“You wanted to come talk to me when you can barely look at me?”

His eyes narrowed to nearly a squint. “I knew you couldn’t keep it from your roomies. Who’d you tell?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’ll get to the question. Who’d you tell?”

“I didn’t tell anyone –”

“That’s bullshit, Spencer.”

“They have brains, Bryce,” she said incredulously. “You’ve blatantly been acting differently towards me. You think our friends – who have MDs by the way – are dumb enough to overlook that major detail?”

He pressed a hand over his mouth and dragged down, before gesturing wildly. “I wanted some space! Is that too much to ask?”

“No. It’s not,” she said. “But you can’t expect to treat me differently and expect our friends not to put two and two together. You can’t have the best of both worlds.”

She turned away, speed walking down the empty street, goosebumps raised on her skin, the chilly wind freezing her wet pant legs.

“Whoa, hold on, time out,” he called, jogging alongside her. “You’re telling me that I can’t have the best of both worlds? You’re one to talk.”

“You haven’t even spoken to me since that day,” she said vaguely, ignoring her own hypocrisy.

“Yeah, because I wanted space. I still don’t get why that’s too much to ask of you,” he said, every word tinged with disbelief.

She had no reason to be upset with him. But the guilt and the anger and the jealousy had consumed her. She knew she wasn’t being fair, but she couldn’t help but argue with him.

“Again, It’s not a lot to ask. But why did you go out of your way to bring someone to my home?” She said, staring straight ahead, refusing to watch his face. She was instigating him, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m seeing someone, and I thought I’d introduce her to my friends. It’s not that hard to understand.”

“Bryce, it’s been four fucking days since you told me you wanted to move on,” she gestured wildly. “I didn’t think you’d move on that fast, much less try to introduce me to her!”

“I get it. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Bryce, I’m just frustrated!” she cried, stopping abruptly in front of the store.

“Oh so you’re allowed to get frustrated with me because I’m trying to move on, but I’m not allowed to be upset that you’re yelling at me for trying to move on?”

“No, because I know what you’re trying to do here Bryce. You didn’t come here to move on, you came here to try to make me jealous.”

“So you admit that you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m saying you’re trying to make me jealous.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth. That’s not what I came here for, but I’m glad it’s getting under your skin,” Bryce scoffed, rolling his eyes.

They stood in a tense silence, outside of the liquor store, nothing but the sound of the wind whooshing past the corner of the brick wall between them.

“What did you come to this party for then, huh? You wanted to get away from me. You wanted some distance. So you came to my home with… with her –” she spat, pointing a finger into his chest, “– and expected me not to be upset?”

“God, Spencer, do you really only ever think of yourself?” He stomped to the front door of the store, and opened it, angrily gesturing for her to walk in.

“Yeah, maybe bringing her here was a mistake. But I’m trying to move on. You can’t try to hold me back because you can’t decide if you want me or not.”

The wind was knocked out of her, the familiar feeling of a restricted windpipe wrapping around her like a worn sweater. This time, she fought through it.

Bryce trudged to the back of the store, near the tall wine racks – the ones that she could never reach on the top shelf, but he’d always grab it for her and tease her for it.

“You know I’ve thought about you every second since you pulled me into that closet, right? I’ve been wracked with guilt and anger towards myself, and you’re not to blame for that at all,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes, but she willed them away. She didn’t want his sympathy. “I’ve spent every day mulling over every interaction we’ve ever had and I’ve picked apart every single thing I can remember that I’ve said to you.”

“You don’t think I’ve done the same thing, Spencer? I wondered why nothing I’d ever said got your attention. If I made you laugh, did you think twice about it?”

“Yes, I did.” she blinked tears back. “I just didn’t think of you enough. And I’m sorry. I know nothing I can say will take away how deeply I’ve hurt you, but you can’t just try to get back at me so I can feel the same way you did.”

He was dumbfounded. He watched her face, his mouth parted.

“I know my pain right now is nothing in comparison to what you feel, and I’d never ever try to make this about me. But I’m hurting, and I’m trying to move on, too. You bringing her here isn’t doing me any favors.”

He reached out, grazing the pads of his fingers on her jaw.

She flinched before she even realized it. “I’m sorry Bryce. I don’t think this is a good idea. Your date is waiting back at my apartment, and we need to get back. I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting,” she chuckled weakly, eyes on the ground.

“Spencer… I…”

She turned to the bottles behind her, pretending to browse while she furiously blinked the tears away. She turned back, a smile on her face. “Got the drinks! You can hold them though. I know how much your party god status means to you.”

He watched her, eyebrows knitted together, guilt laced through his features. He was visibly holding back, his inner turmoil plain to see.

They were nearly silent on the way back, the weight of their situation keeping them from their candid nature.

She was used to Bryce wearing his heart on his sleeve, his unshakeable confidence front and center. His familiar grin and spontaneity were stripped down, replaced with an expression she could only describe as uncertain.

They walked back into the packed apartment, a bass boosted song reverberating through the borrowed speakers. Her roommates, the rest of the second years, and the interns greeted them warmly, a few people swarming Bryce and her as they unloaded the bags of alcohol.

People she barely recognized asked her to take shots, and she gladly accepted. Normally, she’d pace herself, but after seeing Bryce return to the woman’s side, she wanted to forget the entire night.

A couple shots of tequila later, Spencer was seated on the couch, giggling uncontrollably at a joke she barely heard.

Sienna scooted closer to her, leaning into her ear to whisper. “Don’t react to what I’m about to say.”

She nodded, concentrating hard on keeping a straight face. “Bryce keeps looking at you from the balcony. He’s barely paid attention to his date since you got back.”

She turned, catching him just as he glanced away from her. He wrapped his arm around his date’s waist, his fingers slipping just enough under her fabric to make her bite her lip…

Spencer’s stomach lurched, and she leapt up from the couch, worsening the nausea. “I’m about to throw up, Sienna,” she slurred, grabbing Sienna’s arm.

She guided her quickly, safely to her bedroom, before holding her hair back as she emptied her stomach, the tequila burning just as bad coming up as it did going down.

She faded in and out of consciousness, barely registering Sienna helping her shower and get in bed. She willed herself to remember her kindness and vowed she’d make it up to her when she sobered up.

She laid in bed, the ceiling spinning, her body floating, as she tried desperately to sleep. But she couldn’t, because she knew that Bryce was fifty feet away. With someone else.

She cuddled up to her pillow, imagining Bryce’s warm torso between her arms instead of the cool, firm memory foam of the pillow. She’d nearly succumbed to sleep before she heard a soft knock on her door.

“Hey, Spence, you good in there?”

“Yeah,” she managed, her heart thundering in her chest, partially because she was caught off guard, and because she wasn’t ready to face him again.

“Can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure.” She blurted without a second thought. When she was drunk her heart had a mind of its own. She knew damn well she wasn’t equipped for another emotionally draining conversation, but her heart was itching to be broken again.

The door creaked open, and he stepped in timidly, looking out of place. Normally, he ambled into a new place, not caring if it was a room full of strangers or his closest friends – his aura of confidence was never shaken.

He was nervous.

She tried to sit up, but plopped back against her pillow, groaning. He crossed the room to her bed, but stopped at the foot of it. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just feel like an idiot for drinking this much,” she said slowly, concentrating on trying not to sound as plastered as she felt.

“You’ve never been able to handle your liquor,” he smiled softly, fondly even.

She shook her head, causing the room to spin a little faster than before. “I’d trade a vital organ to be able to get drunk without the hangover.”

“How vital we talking?” His smile stretched into a grin, and he sat on the bed, resting a hand on the comforter. She couldn’t tell if he purposefully touched her, but the weight of his hand on her ankle grounded her nonetheless, and her vertigo subsided.

“With how shitty I feel right now, I’d trade my heart,” she said, trying to prop herself up on her elbows. Another wave of nausea hit her as soon as it left, and her stomach churned.

She threw the covers back, and tripped out of bed, face planting onto her cold floor. She heard him call out to her, but she couldn’t even decipher the words. She slapped her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to army crawl to the bathroom.

She felt his warm arms around her torso, picking her up gently and carrying her to the toilet. While she gagged uncontrollably, the disgusting sounds echoing off of the porcelain, he laced his fingers into her hair, gathering it into one hand.

“Here, give me that,” he said, pulling the hair tie off of her wrist, before using his fingers to comb through her thick locks, brushing her hair back into a loose ponytail, twisting the tie until it held firm.

After she was done, she wiped her face off, and peered up at him. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Spence.” He searched her face like he was scrutinizing her, so she broke away first, trying to stand up.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her to her feet. Familiarity washed over her, and she cackled when she put the pieces together.

“God, remember when we hooked up in the shower? You fucked me senseless and the steam made my legs so weak that you had to carry me out just like this.”

He tensed around her, but she barely noticed. “I miss that,” she breathed, leaning into his frame.

She was too far gone to think about the consequences of her words.

He tucked her into bed wordlessly, his warm expression gone, replaced with the increasingly frequent dubious one.

“You think you’ll be okay in here?”

“Do you have to get back to your date?”

He hesitated, long enough that Spencer kept talking. “She’s really pretty, you know. Maybe a little out of your league, Lahela. You look hot together, but she’s just so gorgeous –”

“She left. I paid for her cab home.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“The half bottle of tequila in your toilet says otherwise, Spence.”

Silence ensued again, the apartment eerily quiet. “Is everyone gone?” She whispered. She didn’t know why she whispered.

“Yeah. It’s 4 a.m.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, you’ve been in here a while.”

“So have you.”

“What are you getting at?”

“You could’ve left with everyone else. Or with your date. Why’d you come in here?” She asked before thinking. Again.

He turned towards the door, his back to her. He stood in place for a few seconds, frozen, before walking to the door, arm outstretched to grab the knob. “I’ll see you around, Spence –”

“Please, Bryce, wait –” She shot up, reaching for him.

He glanced back at her, refusing to meet her eye.

Her throat burned, alcohol fueling her grief. “I know I’m just talking out of my ass and saying shit that I haven’t carefully thought out. And I know that I’m self aware, but it still doesn’t stop me from embarrassing myself. But I know if I don’t say this right now I’ll probably never have the courage when I’m sober.”

He swivelled around, and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, trying hard to look relaxed, but the tension in his body made him look rigid and uneasy.

She closed her eyes tight, balling her hands up into fists, gripping her sheets. “I know I won’t remember this tomorrow, and I’m not even sure any of this is happening or if this is a hallucination, but I’m gonna word vomit my feelings.

“I think I love you, Bryce.”

She heard his breath hitch, but she squeezed her eyes tighter. She didn’t dare look.

“I’ve spent so much time chasing after guys who pushed me away. Maybe it’s the chase that I liked so much. I don’t know. But being with you was so easy. And comforting. Like a really good book that you’ve read a thousand times. Or your mom’s chicken soup when you’re sick.

“We never talked about it because I was scared I’d have to commit. And that’s so wrong of me. Granted, I thought you were afraid of commitment, too. I put it off forever and just danced between everyone who gave me attention. I didn’t even consider anyone’s feelings but my own.

“But the moments we had together are my favorite memories of my first year in Boston. I wouldn’t trade those for the world. You went out of your way to make me feel better at my lowest points. And that’s more than I can say for who I was giving the most attention to. I was chasing after something unattainable, when you were right in front of me.”

The tears squeezed out of her firmly shut lids, and she wiped them away quickly, quietly sniffling. “I’m so fucking sorry, Bryce. I can’t say it enough. I know I blew it, but I hope you give me a second chance as friends.”

She pulled the comforter up to her face, sobbing quietly into the thick fabric. She took a shaky breath, and laid down, curling up in a ball. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t think I’ll remember this.”

The mix of crying, vomiting, and drinking wore her out so much that she was out before Bryce could curate a response.

Throughout her whole speech, he’d leaned up against the wall, frozen as he listened to her spill her feelings and say everything he wanted to hear. But he’d blown it, too. He’d hurt her so deeply, and he had no idea how to fix it.

Her soft snoring filled the room, and he mentally kicked himself for not saying anything sooner. “I think I love you, too, Spence,” he whispered, before slipping out the door into the night.

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share the love con panels

thought i’d write down some interesting answers from the cast (there were many more, but i have a bad memory and i took only a few notes)

first of all, before the panels even started the staff told us not to ask questions about season four, we know they are filming it, but they can’t talk about it. so yeah, our hopes and dreams of an announcement or besse making a surprise appearance (🤡) didn’t come true. they never talked about it, when you mentioned it to them they raised their hands or zipped their mouths or were like “idk what u’re talking about 👀😇😬” so obviously they contractually have to keep their mouths shut. but it’s happening y’all!

the only one who slipped, at the very last panel, was rocco and i was the culprit lol. i asked them if they’d imagined the fandom would support them and fight so hard during the cancellation months and bea said no, seeing our hashtags trending almost every day and receiving so much love was touching and incredible. she made rocco talk (mentioned how “he became saint rocco”) and rocco also said he couldn’t imagine the amount of support, and that “the power is all in your hands, and it was worth it-“ and then realized he spoke too much dhshdhfvk the others side-eyed him and he was like “ops” but we all laughed and moved on.

pietro had a lgbtq+ themed panel with an italian youtuber called shanti. they talked a lot about representation, how it changed for the better in the last 20 years or so, how for example right now there’s attention being given to trans* storylines too, and pietro made some really good points about how a show like skam italia should give hope and a positive representation to a young audience, without unnecessary violence or struggles inserted just for tragedy’s sake. how it may seem that martino lives an “easy” and relatively painless experience coming out and being gay, at least in his season, but young queer people should hope and know that that’s possible for them too. he said that he and filippo are different, and it’s good and precious that they are. we don’t know if filippo is an activist, like pietro is, but sometimes sharing one’s personal experience is enough to help. even if filo is not shown as an activist, he is so aware of his identity, he shares his own experience and point of view with marti and it gives marti courage. and that’s enough. finally, i asked what his favorite lgbtq+ tv shows are and he said queer as folk (he realized he was gay thanks to qaf), he absolutely loved euphoria, and thinks sense8 is a masterpiece (but he didn’t finish it smh). he said elite is just cute (😤) and he also told another fan he finished and loved fleabag!!

i also asked pietro what he, besse, rocco and fede were doing in the carrefour parking lot that night in august and he said that supermarket is open 24h and close to his house and he had to go buy groceries so he caught two birds with one stone, called them up and they drank and ate tramezzini (cold sandwiches, besse got a burrito he said) in the parking lot... and yes, they were organizing the revolution.

fede said what he likes the most about martino is his devotion to the people he loves. what he doesn’t like is how sometimes he shuts out the rest of the world, but it’s a problem he has learned to solve.

rocco said he’s thankful that skam italia has given him more awareness on some topics he used to treat superficially. he also talked about how much he relied on ludo and his research to portray bpd respectfully, and he’s glad that people found themselves represented in nico and that he could help them. it’s the greatest compliment. his eyes shine when he talks about nico, he loves his character so much.

a fan asked what was their favorite line to say. rocco’s is “non è figo il mio tipo?”, greta’s is “gli dei sono immortali”, nicholas’s is “sei frocio?”, pietro’s is “l’acqua solo se mi prende fuoco camera” from season 3, fede said “does it have to be my line? cause i like no zì sbagliato” but for his own it’s “minuto per minuto”. i can’t remember bea’s 😭

greta said the girls tend to stick to the script a lot more than the boys, she said ludovico tersigni literally never says a line how it’s written. nicholas confirmed that the boys (contrabbandieri) tend to improvise more and use the script sort of as a base, and that they piss besse off because he says it looks like they go on set just to goof around and gossip and not to do their jobs lol

i asked nicholas if they ate luchino’s pizza crusts. he said he had like 7 kilos of them because they had to retake that scene many many times, cause they wouldn’t stop laughing, as we can see in the bloopers (he also said it was the most fun scene to shoot) and bessegato would just keep adding mustard, ketchup and mayo on them. he felt sick the day after and “tasted mustard for a week”. fyi, nicholas and luchino are literally the same person. there’s no line between the character and the person, i love him so much. he also said he was having the time of his life in bracciano, with the light summer breeze, while the others were dying in their clothes and blankets.

marti’s spirit animal is the fox, fede’s is a golden retriever (debatable but okay). i think rocco said a cat, greta said besse once told her silvia is a goldfish, bea feels like a tiger but thinks sana is an eagle and i didn’t get the rest cause it was all very confusing lol

federico’s panel on sunday was actually very interesting, he is actually quite eloquent and deep when he wants to. he talked about how he really took the “minuto per minuto” philosophy to heart. how he doesn’t set long-term goals for himself, because he wants the freedom to change. how he chose to study medicine because after high school he knew he wanted to keep studying, and a bit like acting, there’s a fundamental human aspect to it that he’s always been interested in.

a fan reminded him it was marti and nico’s anniversary and he said “how are they celebrating? patatine e marmellata or sushi? in nicco’s new house? have our heroes moved there?” and we were all like Bitch u tell us... ofc he didn’t. but he said he imagines marti and nico celebrating their anniversary at a sushi restaurant in porto fluviale, in ostiense (rome). also, fede says their anniversary is bracciano (dec 1st) and rocco says it’s nel mio letto (nov 1st), i’m afraid we have to go with fede on this one.

i think the best question out of every panel was about marti’s interest in gio: was it real, or was it just a fixation? he said it was real interest, that stayed over the summer too. he and ludo had to find a way to show the shift in martino, and it was hard because they switched seasons and so there was no time for it to be gradually shown. however, where they imagined that shift to happen, is in ep1 when gio sleeps in marti’s bed. marti feels uneasy because of his feelings for him, but at the same time, he is uneasy because of the guilt. when he talks with eva on the phone and sees how giovanni reacts to that, how he’s still so clearly into her, he decides he has to move on from him, and gives up any hope or idea to have a relationship with him.

at rocco and fede’s sunday panel, rocco said he admires federico’s dedication to his work and his professionalism. fede and him bantered and bickered a lot, it was adorable, especially when rocco said some nonsense metaphor and fede was like “basta!” and fede kept asking for more compliments. but the question was about what marti and nico liked the most about each other, and federico said “it’s the kind of love where you like someone so much and you don’t even know why” as in, because you like everything about them, so that was beautiful.

a fan asked if there was any embarrassment between them, they said of course initially there was a lil bit of awkwardness, but they warmed up to each other immediately. one of the very first scenes they shot was an intimate one, rocco said the first kiss they shot was nel mio letto and they’d never rehearsed kissing before. amazing.

fede’s favorite color is blue (nicholas’ too).

rocco and nicholas sat in the crowd at the end of fede’s panel and rocco was like “tell us the story of bambi” and fede called him “er lucertola” and said it all started because of a tossico (junkie/drunk), i love them. nicholas made fun of him for his role in “i cesaroni” but fede said he’s only jealous cause they auditioned for the same role but fede got it, and nicholas has him saved as “andy dei cesaroni” in his phone.

some anecdotes from other moments (m&g, dinners) i found on twitter: federico said when they shot la grotta, there was this whole solemn atmosphere, and then he broke it cause when they finished shooting he realized he had rocco’s snot on his face and he was like “MA CHE CAZZO È, CHE SCHIFO (what the fuck, gross)” and said rocco was always crying on him (i guess referring to the martino e niccolò clip) and rocco was like yes there was a significant exchange of bodily fluids. okay rocchì.

apparently fede likes his beard so much he said he doesn’t recognize himself without it.

some fans adopted two giraffes in the bioparco di roma in their name as a gift!

rocco cried on the phone with bessegato when skam italia was cancelled. we been knew but it hurts to get the confirmation.

maxence and lukas are two rays of sunshine. not an anecdote, but i felt like saying it.

last but not least, rocco, nicholas and fede went absolutely batshit over @crazybee‘s “alt er besse” shirt. their reactions were priceless. rocco and nicholas took pics of them, nicholas was the one who sent them to besse and he reposted it on ig. forever blessed.

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What Reylo scenes would you want to happen in Episode IX? In the context of there being no limitations (PG-13 rating, things Disney wouldn't do, the plot (within reason))? Thanks!

(please excuse my lack of coherence but tlj, unlike tfa, left me with lots of question marks on the future evolution of reylo. It unexpectedly covered most of my preexisting predictions for this ship while also leaving their relationships unresolved, so I’m currently in the process of adjusting my predictions to the new circumstances and the changed dynamic and I’m just going to spitball in no particular order and no attempt at sticking to any coherent idea of plot)

number one on my wishlist is a deepening of the force bond in terms of what they can feel and how they can use it

I want the force bond to explored from different angles: what it means in terms of force lore, why it happened to them, what makes them special to the Force, how do they physically feel, how they deal with this intimacy they don’t understand now that they’ve hurt and disappointed each other so much. But I also want them to study it, as opposed to passively experience it. Perhaps try to manipulate the bond to either shut the other out or keep an eye or each other or (also) use it in an attempt to weaken the other in a duel

I want to see new visual ways to convey how the bond progressively grows and expands between them. So bring on all kinds of obscure lynchian visions, shared dreams, nightmares about each other dying, sensing each other’s approaching, tapping into each other’s conscience and deeply buried memories of their childhood and past abuse (that would be an awesome way to include a snoke flashback, as well as more details of rey’s parents), even better if the other’s present self is there to witness it too

at least an antagonistic duel filled with angst and rage and betrayal on either part, physical and raw and bloody. Yes I want to see some blood. (you said no rating limitations) I can imagine their duel to quickly turn into a battle of wills in which they try to overpower the other via the force bond

rey could use some of kylo’s signature tactics like the force stun and the force choke on kylo himself (which would obviously both terrify and turn him on)

even better if, at some time prior to this climatic duel, rey asked kylo to teach her to use those powers and he agreed—knowing fully well that she means to use them against him, but he’s self destructive like that and he is perversely fascinated by the idea of her being the fated angel of death who will finally put him out of his misery. Rey feels that and it upsets her in a similar way seeing him beat his own wounds on starkiller did

they’re both miserable without each other, but they don’t want to show it, so this leads to at least one scene in which Kylo tries desperately to pretend he hates Rey but as soon as she shows up all he can do is stutter and spit some badly rehashed insults while also looking like he’s about to cry. Rey can’t speak at all

perhaps this happens in the throne room while Renperor is sitting on the throne. Maybe they should continue the tradition of rey ending up in enemy territory (better if willingly), or maybe this time it’s Kylo who is captured by the resistance, and rey is conflicted about it and feels his pain as he’s wounded and kept prisoner, and after a while she secretly sets him free

arguing on the jedi texts via force skype

arguing on how to rebuild the legacy saber via force skype

kylo being an insufferable know-it-all nerd

more force bond shenanigans: feeling the other’s physical pain (maybe because they’re being tortured or beaten in combat) but not being able to see the other (since the force is mad at them and they’re mad at each other, the bond won’t work properly for at least 1/3 of the movie), and going crazy with panic while also being in unspeakable physical pain through the bond

the eroticism of the force bond should be amped up, pg-13 be damned. Give me all the awkward and increasingly bolder force-touching, feeling each other’s arousal at the worst times, teasing and taunting each other, the unresolved sexual tension getting more and more literal, seeing each other naked, rey and kylo trying to keep their forbidden psychic affair secret to their respective organizations, while also being more and more desperate for each other

Rey struggling with the dark side. Perhaps accidentally unleashing her powers in a moment of wrath and killing someone in the process, then plagued by guilt and blind panic going to Kylo for advice

Alternatively Rey having a conflict with Poe and/or Finn once they learn of the bond. Poe wants to keep her in custody or use the bond to lure Kylo in a trap. Rey is furious and she runs away (to Kylo). I can honestly see Finn being deeply hurt by Rey’s bond with Kylo, but ultimately choosing to support her. (this could also mean interesting things for the poe/finn dynamic

let’s be real: a version of the Most Tropey Reylo Trope, aka Stranded Together On A Mysterious And Remote Corner Of The Galaxy, HAS to happen in some form eventually

especially if one of them is injured when this happens. Let’s say both.

they end up on the Falcon together. they tend on each other’s wounds (more shirtless moments, probably). Rey cups Kylo’s face in a callback to Han’s gesture, traces his scar from his cheek down his chest. Major ship tease moment

perhaps this is followed by a galactic trip to either find some ancient artifact or to collect some crucial information to their understanding of the Force, the Galaxy, the Balance and their role in all of this, that would lead to some earth-shattering reveal

maybe they go find the Bendu to inquire about the balance, possibly after reading some cryptic line in the jedi books

at some point, they should go back to Jakku. Would really love to see Kylo’s walking with his billowy dark robes through a sand storm and them finding shelter in Rey’s old AT-AT and Kylo seeing the scratches on the wall

there should also be some sort of cliff scene or an equivalent, because I’ve become attached to that pre-tlj headcanon; though, clearly, now that their dynamic has evolved it wouldn’t make sense for it to play exactly like it would have for eight

in general I want them to be alone with each other on an inhospitable planet, better if connected to the dark side. Like Mustafar, or somewhere in the unknown regions (Malachor?)

Leia’s funeral. Rey helps Kylo connect with his mother one last time via the force bond, letting him touch her face with her hand.

Kylo cries in Rey’s arms.

Rey meeting the Knights of Ren?

probably some version of the forceback scene, though part of me believes tlj covered it with kylo killing snoke (note how the forceback has rain in it—foreshadowing the intense bond manifesting on ahch-to, and the “clan leader” could be a metaphor for snoke)

one of them (or both) will try to find a way to sever the bond permanently. maybe during the galactic trip hey learn of an ancient ritual and they agree to perform it and Kylo goes first but halfway through it Rey realizes it’s too painful (both physically for Kylo and emotionally for both of them) and she implores him to stop

“I can’t lose you”

Hux’s hostility only grows bigger and bigger and Kylo starts feeling threatened. Rey feels it through the bond, she panics.

Hux finds out what’s going on with them and uses it to set up a trap to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of both Kylo and Rey. Maybe he imprisons Kylo after neutralizing his force powers.

how would he? well since Hux really hates the Force for being an advantage he has no access to, it makes sense to me that he’d try to ~kill it~. Now I obviously don’t think anyone can kill the Force, but maybe accidentally stumbling upon some old sacred text or artifact or creating a device that allows him to permanently sever the tie that binds the Force to all living beings? i.e. destroying force-sensitivity?

this could easily be the ultimate evil to defeat, and the final turning point for kylo—learning that his “side” of the war is actively trying to destroy his most beloved driving principle, the very thing he’s in service to? That should make him reevaluate his allegiances and spontaneously ask Rey’s help to stop this. (I originally wanted Snoke to be behind this, but I gotta admit Hux works better, with his deep-seated resentment of force-sensitive beings)

sometime in act III there’s a huge battle and the resistance is being decimated and Rey is losing her fight and is almost unconscious and all hope seems lost and then suddenly Kylo’s ship appears and starts firing on the First Order and then he lands (a callback to the first time we saw him in the trilogy) and goes to join Rey while she’s watching all of this in a sort of semi-conscious slow motion haze and all she can think is, he came back for me

third time’s the charm, so there has to be a third offer, and this time the other will accept it. I’m not sure if I want Rey to be the one who offers Kylo, or Kylo to Rey

REYLO KISS. now I think we have VERY decent chances of actually seeing one in canon. But without the pg-13 limit? It starts as extremely sweet and tentative (Rey initiates it) and then deepens and SETS THE SCREEN ON FIRE. I’m torn between this happening in an intimate, quiet moment or during/after a fight (think the end of the praetorian guard scene for reference).

THEY FUCK. no rating limits. Unleash your imagination.

(better if they fuck while thinking this is going to be their first and last time, like the night before the battle that will decide both their fates, or kylo’s fate if he’s going to be executed by the resistance)

finally, i want to see them using the Force together. in some huge thing. Like stopping a death ray firing on a planet. (Coruscant or Naboo) Impossible? Maybe. But Kylo, alone, could stop a blaster mid air. Imagine what he could do with Rey

#valyriansword #asks #reylo #headcanons #*#episode ix looks amazing

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IT Chapter 2 Ending Explained (In Detail) | Screen Rant

Warning! Contains major SPOILERS for IT Chapter Two.

IT Chapter Two's ending brings the story of the Losers Club and their battle with Pennywise the Dancing Clown to a true conclusion that changes Stephen King's book while still staying true to the spirit of the source material. Let's break down what happens in IT Chapter 2's ending.

Directed once again by Andy Muschietti, IT Chapter Two picks up 27 years after the events of IT (2017), with almost all the members of the Losers Club having left Derry behind and forged new lives for themselves, struggling to remember what even happened. Only Mike Hanlon (Isaiah Mustafa) remains, and when Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård) returns, he calls the other Losers back to Derry to honor their pact and defeat It.

Related: Every Stephen King Movie Coming After IT Chapter Two

IT Chapter 2 finds each of the Losers going through their own personal journey against It, but ultimately finding their strength lies together and they reunite to beat the monster, maybe even for good. IT Chapter Two is a long, ambitious film that doesn't always work, but its ending is a satisfying close to this story, and here's how it goes down.

After collecting each of their individual tokens needed to perform the Ritual of Chüd that will ostensibly defeat It, the six Losers - Mike, Bill (James McAvoy), Beverly (Jessica Chastain), Ben (Jay Ryan), Eddie (James Ransone), and Richie (Bill Hader) - head back into the old house on Neibolt Street to kill the clown for good. They go down into the sewers and begin to perform the ritual, which involves chanting and burning the tokens, but it doesn't work. Mike lied about the Ritual of Chüd, not revealing that the Native Americans who attempted it were killed by Pennywise, but he insists the key is to have belief that it'll work.

There's not much time for that though, as Pennywise attacks again, this time taking the form of a giant spider/clown hybrid, sending the Losers running. Each once again has to face their worst fears, but they're able to come back together in It's lair to face their literal demon once and for all. It comes at the cost of Eddie's life, who is killed by Pennywise after thinking he's defeated it by stabbing It with the arrow from the first film, but that provides the inspiration for the other Losers in IT Chapter 2. They realize that best way to beat the bully is to stand up to it and make it seem small. They shout at It that it's nothing but a clown, eventually shrinking it down until it's tiny. Finally, Bill reaches in and pulls what It calls a heart of its chest, crushing it and seemingly killing It for good.

In a departure from Stephen King's IT (although it's arguably subtext there), and even the first movie in this series, IT Chapter 2 has numerous allusions throughout to Richie Tozier's sexuality, implying (though not outright stating) that he's gay. There are references to him struggling with his feelings, although it's kept a little vague at first. When he has to find his token, he's taken back to a memory at the arcade when he shared a moment with another boy, and was then called gay by Henry Bowers and his gang. It's clear how much this homophobic abuse has stayed with him, and that Pennywise is the only one who seems to know the truth. Afterward, another flashback sees Richie carving initials into a fence, although we don't get to see what they are.

Related: What Happened To Richie In The IT Book

When Eddie is killed by IT, Richie is distraught, and understandably so, especially when he has to leave his body behind, and given Eddie saved his life. Eddie was Richie's best friend when they were kids, and that friendship had been revived and seemed natural once again. But following on from the previous allusions throughout IT Chapter Two, it further suggests that Richie was in love with Eddie, something the end of the movie confirms by revealing those initials: R+E. Richie loved Eddie, and kept that with him his entire adult life, and now he's lost him. At the same time, with It defeated and Richie free of Derry for good, he can start to live without that fear.

Although he has become a successful author, IT's Bill Denbrough remains wracked by the guilt over Georgie's death, blaming himself for what happened. Earlier in the movie he revisits the sewer where Georgie was taken, and after the Ritual of Chüd fails, he's thrown into a nightmarish vision where he once again has to encounter his little brother, while also seeing the younger version of himself too. As we learn, Billy blames himself for what happened because he pretended to be sick and lied to his brother, as he didn't want to go outside and play with him.

It's in those visions, though, that Bill comes to learn he no longer needs to feel guilty. That it was reasonable for a kid to not want to go outside when it was raining, and that it was just one time. Above all, he realizes that the only person (or thing) to truly be blamed for Georgie's death is It. This helps give him the final push he needs to return back to the cave and, as the leader of the Losers, take the fight to Pennywise and ultimately defeat it at the end of IT Chapter Two. It's symbolic of all the other Losers too, each of whom had to overcome their worst fears and memories, taking away the power It held over them and at the same time dealing with the childhood traumas they'd forgotten but not truly learned to cope with.

It Chapter Two ends with the defeat of Pennywise, but then so too did 2017's IT, so there's a fair question to be asked with regards as to whether It has actually been defeated for good, or if Pennwyse will return in another IT movie to haunt and attack Derry in 27 years' time? This time, however, It really has been defeated for good. At the end of IT (2017), Beverly informed the Losers of the visions she'd had after seeing the deadlights, which involved them fighting It as adults, and they made their blood pact to guarantee they'd return.

Related: What Does Pennywise Really Look Like In IT?

This is different. In IT Chapter 2, Pennywise doesn't just retreat away from the Losers, but is quite clearly killed by them. They rip It's heart out and crush it, removing its life source. Crucially, when they return to the surface after this, they find that the scars on their palms from the blood pact have finally healed. That's an even bigger indicator that It really is gone for good: the wounds have healed, and the oath is no longer needed because It will never come back to Derry. At last, the Losers can move on and have a true sense of freedom.

After defeating It at the end of IT Chapter Two, the Losers Club have some last moments of bonding, where Richie cries over Eddie while Beverly and Ben kiss after she realizes it was him, not Bill, who wrote the poem about how her "hair is like winter fire." Bill, meanwhile, is free of the guilt he used to feel and simply happy to see that all of his old friends are ok, while Mike, the only one of the Club to stay behind the first time around, is at last able to leave Derry himself, moving to Florida because he'd always wanted to go there.

There's some bittersweetness there, but it's mostly a happy ending for the surviving members of the Losers Club. Richie has lost Eddie, but he's no longer living in fear and is able to truly realize who he is. Ben and Beverly officially get together, and are shown having a relaxing vacation. Bill, meanwhile, starts writing a new novel, this time one that he hopes will actually have a good ending. All of the Losers receive a note from Stan too, who tells them that he was too scared of facing It, and knew that they couldn't defeat him if they weren't all united, which is why he had to take himself "off the board" by committing suicide. Even in that moment of darkness, there's a ray of hope for the remaining Losers in IT Chapter 2.

Although a lot of what's in IT Chapter 2 is quite faithful to Stephen King's IT book, there are some big changes. That's not too surprising given it's a 1,100-page novel, so there's a wealth of stuff in there that even two movies can't fit in, despite IT Chapter Two's 3-hour runtime, but the biggest changes come in the ending. Audra, Bill's wife, has a much bigger role in the book, as she goes to Derry after Bill, and ends up being captured by It. Seeing It's true form, she becomes catatonic, but Bill is eventually able to rescue her, and when he takes her for a ride on his bike, Silver, after they've defeated It, she awakens. In It Chapter 2, she only appears early on in the film, before Bill returns to Derry.

Related: Who Is The Better Pennywise: Tim Curry Or Bill Skarsgard?

The Ritual of Chüd is also quite different too. Rather than trying to capture It, the book instead takes them to a more metaphysical plane. Bill enters It's mind through the deadlights, becoming psychically linked with It, and Richie then goes in to rescue him and complete the ritual. It's then left to Eddie to attempt to save his friends, which he does by spraying Pennywise with his trusty inhaler - it works as a distraction, but It bites Eddie's arm off and he bleeds out and dies. In It Chapter 2, Eddie stabs It, and is then stabbed in return when he turns his back. In the books, things get even worse because they don't just have to defeat It, who is a sort-of spider at this point (it's essentially the closest shape the human mind can perceive, but isn't really It's form), but also the spider eggs it's laid. Ben destroys all of the eggs, while Bill goes inside It's body and destroys its heart from within.

All of this happens while Derry is being flooded by the worst storm its ever seen (which may be linked to It), which destroys the lair and makes it seem like Derry itself is done for. The Losers all leave town, and eventually their memories begin to fade again. IT Chapter 2 has a big difference to this, because the memories don't fade this time - instead, as Mike says, there's "more worth remembering" than forgetting. Otherwise, a number of the basic endpoints - Ben and Beverly; Richie going back to California; Bill eventually leaving Derry again too - are roughly the same.

The biggest running gag across IT Chapter 2 is that Bill is a great author, but he can't write endings to save his life. He's constantly mocked for it, with even his wife, Audra, not liking the ending to the book they're turning into a film at the outset of the movie. When he returns to Derry and goes to buy his old bike, the shopkeeper - played in an extremely meta-nod by Stephen King himself - tells him that he's read his book, and he too didn't like the ending. King often injects himself into his characters, and Bill is no exception, but this takes things even further by so directly addressing a criticism of King himself: that he can't write good endings.

This has been an argument for many of King's works, such as The Stand and Under The Dome, and It is very much among them. Part of the issue isn't directly related to IT Chapter 2, since the movies have quite distinctly split the timelines, whereas the novel alternates back-and-forth between them. That means the ending of Stephen King's IT includes the infamous orgy scene with the Losers Club, and Bill meeting a giant metaphysical turtle called Maturin, who helps him defeat It. It's not just weird, but certain elements - like Beverly having to have sex with all of the boys - feel very off, and then later elements such as Audra reawakening after riding on Silver can come off as a little silly, and along with the memories fading again, too neat as well. It's perhaps a little unfair to say the ending of It is terrible, but it's not great either and does warrant some serious refining, especially to work on-screen, which is what IT Chapter Two's ending does.

More: Will There Be An IT 3? Everything We Know About More Pennywise

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Yay~This is for the domestic SuperBats verse:Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!General:Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPsHow long will they last? - They’d probably get into a lot of fights at first and Kara will fly away and sulk, but Tim always manages to find her and they kiss and make up. They’ll stay together for life (i.e. as long as Tim lives *cough*).How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Oh it takes them ages for them to realize their feelings for each other, being (sibling) rivals for so many years. Kara becomes aware of it first, while Tim is too dense to notice her bullying is actually a way to mask her affection.How was their first kiss? - Awkwardly intense and passionate, since Kara just goes “oh the heck with it” and plants one on him out of frustration for his obliviousness.Wedding:Who proposed? - Tim, probably by rigging an altered version of the Bat signal to publicly announce his proposal, earning much embarrassment and a punch from Kara before she happily says yes.Who is the best man/men? - Dick, definitely. (I’m guessing Conner doesn’t exist in this verse, or else he’d probably be part of the family.)Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - Barbara. (Maybe Stephanie if she exists, since she and Kara have a close relationship in the comics? Though it might be awkward between her and Tim so perhaps not lol.)Who did the most planning? - TimWho stressed the most? - KaraHow fancy was the ceremony? - Pretty normal, since even though Bruce wants to spoil them they’re both down-to-earth about it and don’t want to make a huge deal.Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Any rivals for Tim’s affection. XP *shot* Nah, Kara would let Tim invite who he wants, although she’ll watch him like a hawk during the ceremony/reception since she gets jealous easily.Sex:Who is on top? - Kara most of the time. Tim has to really struggle to dominate her, although she secretly enjoys it when he does. The bedroom is basically as much of a competition as is everything else between them.Who is the one to instigate things? - Kara, especially when Tim is being a boring workaholic. She practically has to carry him into the bedroom sometimes.How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right nowHow kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s headHow long do they normally last? - Kara can go a lot longer than Tim since she has much more strength and stamina; as much as he tries to keep up with her she’s a hard gal to satisfy. She appreciates the effort though. =PDo they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Oh it’s a total contest to see who can make the other climax more/fastest. (Tim usually wins in terms of overall tally count, much to Kara’s chagrin.)How rough are they in bed? - Kara consciously tries to be gentle with Tim since she’s scared of hurting him accidentally, but of course he can tell when she’s holding back and it hurts him more so he ups his own game to let her know it’s okay.Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - Kara gets easily embarrassed by any outward display of affection, especially in public. Tim will thus often initiate just to see her cute flustered reaction.No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.Children:How many children will they have naturally? - Maybe a couple superkiddies. Tim might want more, but I imagine Kara would firmly tell him the shop’s closed after two.How many children will they adopt? - Tim might take after his dad and pick up any orphan who tugs at his heartstrings lol. I can picture him bringing kids to Kara like stray animals and pleading to keep them with puppy dog eyes.Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - TimWho is the stricter parent? - KaraWho stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Kara, since Tim is still a reckless daredevil in his own right and encourages the kids to test the limits of their powers. Kara often feels exasperated by having to worry about her husband’s safety as much as her children’s, although Tim does make sure they’re always supervised. (Especially if he did go through a kidnapping experience with the Joker in this verse, albeit for a much shorter period since Kara tore up the town looking for him.)Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - KaraWho is the more loved parent? - They both are, although Kara often finds herself having to be the “bad guy” while Tim is the more “fun one”, and it annoys her to no end that it feels like she’s taking care of a bunch of babies. The whole family knows they’d all likely fall apart without her though.Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both of them would.Who cried the most at graduation? - KaraWho is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Tim, since he’s still skeptical of the legal system in this world.Cooking:Who does the most cooking? - Kara, although she’s really terrible at it and at first Tim teased her for her lack of feminine traits. She really tries to improve though, so he pretends to enjoy it for her sake.Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Kara. I can see her having particularly strange tastes, in part due to her alien tongue. (Although her cooking can even put Clark out of commission.)Who does the grocery shopping? - Tim, because of the above. If he’s not careful she’ll end up adding all sorts of strange ingredients to dishes.How often do they bake desserts? - Not very often, since the first time Kara got impatient and tried to speed things up with her Heat Vision, which ended in disaster.Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat lover.Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - KaraWho is more likely to suggest going out? - Tim (to tactfully avoid hurting Kara’s feelings)Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Kara; see desserts above.Chores:Who cleans the room? - Kara, since it’s the one “wifely” task she’s actually good at.Who is really against chores? - Tim can be lazy sometimes and tries to weasel out by saying how Kara’s faster, but she makes him do his share.Who cleans up after the pets? - The kids are responsible.Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - TimWho stresses the most when guests are coming over? - KaraWho found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Kara, thanks to her X-Ray vision.Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Tim, to Kara’s annoyance.Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Tim or the kids. Krypto stays with Clark, while Kara is mostly in charge of her own cat Streaky.How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - They go all out, and make a game/competition of it with the kids.What are their goals for the relationship? - To look out for each other’s safety and work together as a team (while still maintaining a healthy rivalry ;P).Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Tim, since he’s still a night owl and if/when he does finally fall asleep Kara ends up having to drag him out of bed. She can be really cranky in the morning though, so if Tim wakes up before her he has to be really careful getting up. (Also don’t make fun of her bedhead or she will clobber him.)Who plays the most pranks? - It’s a tie. They still try to one-up each other any chance they get.

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