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goosewithtwoos · 2 years

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Pairing: Bob x Reader

Summary: I’m vibing with Bob atm y’all don’t understand the hold this man has on me #Bobfucks

“What was that?” Bob chuckled, trying to take your phone to go back to a photo you had quickly swiped away from.

You had been showing him the work you were doing on your engine and had forgotten about the god-awful photo of your breakfast from a few days ago.

It had been so messy you just had to take a photo of it. An attempt at eggs on toast had turned really wrong and somehow ended with the egg was both burnt and undercooked, sitting atop a very dry looking piece of bread. Not your proudest moment.

Bob was looking at the photo and openly laughing, zooming in where the yolk was still running.

“I’m typically not that bad. God, that really looks like shit doesn’t it.” You said, covering your face in your hands to hide the blush that was creeping up from your neck.

He made a noise that sounded like an attempt at disagreement before ending in a soft “yeah”.

“Hey, how do you take your eggs in the morning? Really fucked up? Yeah, I got you.” You joked, taking your phone back and searching for another picture of your engine.

Bob sat in silence for a while and you thought he was just waiting for you to find the photo before he asked, “How do you take your eggs in the morning?”

Your heart stopped and then ran a mile a minute.

But this was Bob. He probably didn’t realize the implications in the words. Hell, there wasn’t even any real implication there.

You realized he was waiting for a response but your mind was in a million different places, imagining a million different things.

“Over easy.” You managed to reply.

He made a thoughtful noise and smiled. Your heart hurt when he looked at you. He was too damn cute for his own good and you just wanted to protect him.

“How..How you - How do you take your eggs in the morning?” Smooth.

“I prefer oatmeal.” He said with another grin and you felt the intense urge to die right then and there.

This wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair. How could he be so adorable?

He took off his glasses and you were sure you had died.

Somehow he looked even better without them. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde situation. With his glasses - sweet Bob who couldn’t do more than two shots before passing out - and then without. Without them, he looked like he could have been sculpted from one of the greatest.

He wiped them on a small cloth he had produced from his pocket and put them back on, blinking to adjust.

You realized you were staring and had to pull your eyes away and back to your phone in hopes the thoughts in your head would quiet.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asked, already wiping at his mouth.

“No, no, no! You’re perfect! I mean, you’re face is perfect. Not like that - well, yeah like that, but also like you don’t have any flaws - anything on your face.”

You were so thankful it was just the two of you in the room. Any flirting prowess or sauve you used to have seemed to have gone completely out the window when it came to Bob and if anyone else had seen that, you were sure you’d have to kill them.

He blinked at you, trying to make sense of what you had just said. You could feel the redness overtaking your visage as he opened and then closed his mouth.

“Do you not like me with my glasses?” His voice was small, almost like he was embarrassed. Bless him, of course he would be the one embarrassed when it really should be you.

You violently shook your head. “You just look so different without them! Like, you look really good without them!”

Now it was Bob’s turn to blush. “You think I look good?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying anything more dumb and nodded.

He slowly removed his glasses and placed them on the table. Your mouth went dry at the sight. He self consciously pushed his hair back and sat up straighter, a small attempt to look good for you.

“I can’t see.” He admitted with a nervous laugh.

Good, you thought, as your hand found it’s place on his cheek, feeling the soft and warm skin beneath. You traced along where the frames should have been and back to his ear.

His breath that had initially hitched when you touched him slowed into a more controlled manner. You felt his jaw tense underneath the light stubble.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a small voice.

“Admiring you.” You responded before you could even think.

He took in a deep breath and grabbed your wrist. His eyes were wide and they danced side to side, trying to focus on your face.

You froze, unsure if he wanted you to pull away or stay where you were. You settled for leaving it up in the air and waiting for him to make the move.

“Don’t tease me like that.” There was no bite to the words. They came across much more defeated than angry and you wondered how many times people had jokingly said things like that just to pull the rug from under him.

“I’m not teasing.” You replied, trying to keep the fear from your voice.

Had you just fucked everything up? Was he going to run away now and tell Phoenix who would inevitably tell Rooster who’d tell Hangman who’d tell Fanboy and so on? Damn, you’d have to put in a request to transfer.

He let go of your hand and cupped your face, pulling you forward into a lip bruising kiss. You kissed back fervently, scooting forward on your chair and pressing deeper against him.

His mouth fell open and you took the opportunity to bite down on his bottom lip, hoping the action would speak the words you couldn’t find.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and suddenly the distance between you needed to be closed. You stood from your chair, never breaking the kiss, and straddled his thigh.

His hands moved from your face to your back, then your waist, coming to settle right above where your shirt and pants met.

You could feel his hands toying with the fabric and you smirked into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, gasping, he pressed his forehead back against yours.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

You knew he had struggled with self image. The other boys didn’t play nice and then when he tried to be with you or Phoenix, he’d get teased even more for being friends with the girls. Your heart hurt as you thought of all the times jokes were made about Bobs suspicious lack of romantic history.

“Because,” You said, pressing a quick kiss back to his lips. “You are” a kiss to his cheek. “so fucking” another below his ear. “adorable.” and with that, you left a linger kiss to his neck, enjoying how the vein tensed beneath your lips.

He shivered when you pulled away.

You took his glasses from the table and put them on him, smiling as he squinted at you.

“Wow, hi.” He said when he was finally able to see you up close.

“Hi.” You said, scooting up his thigh.

His hands never left your waist as you pressed your hips downwards, enjoying the slight friction it caused. Your stomach was doing flips and you hoped you were being subtle enough that he wouldn’t notice you grinding against him.

“Can…could we do that again?” He asked. How could you say no to such a precious request?

You didn’t waste your breath to answer before leaning back down to capture him in another kiss, deepening this one even fast than you had the first.

He moaned into your mouth and it was one of the sweetest sounds you’d ever heard. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth and his hips bucked subconsciously.

You had to pull away before you crossed a line you probably shouldn’t cross in a break room.

He chased your lips slightly before leaning back. His hands slid down and gently squeezed the sides of your upper thighs.

It was a kind motion but it sent very unkind thoughts to your mind and aching core.

“My bunk is pretty close. If you want to - We don’t have to do anything, you can show me your engine again and this could be a once off thing.” He panicked, hoping he hadn’t misread the situation.

Now that you knew he wanted you in that way too, you began openly grinding yourself across his thigh. He watched you with fascinated eyes, trying to mentally calculate the best time to tense his thigh for best friction payoff.

“I want to.” You panted. “I really want to.”

“Thank God.”

You stood up, pulling him with you, and dragged him to the door. You both peeked out to make sure none of your coworkers saw you two running around together before jogging down the hallway hand-in-hand.

You felt like a kid, giggling and running down corridors. Something about Bob really brought out a domestic side in you.

Once inside his bunk, he wasted no time pressing you against the door, kissing you hard.

You both began pulling at your outer layers, removing the button downs that were becoming all too hot even inside an air conditioned room.

You never would have guessed that Bob had it in him to take what he wanted but the way he was kissing you made you second guess.

He shifted a leg between yours and you gasped when he bounced you onto his thigh.

You got the message and began moving your hips against him. The friction just felt so good, you were sure you could cum right then and there.

When he moved away from your lips, you let out a desperate whine you didn’t think yourself capable of. His lips found your neck, pressing kisses and leaving soft nips that would unfortunately not leave a mark. You knew it was for the better since you really didn’t need anyone asking about this.

He found one spot on your neck that made you throw your head back and your core grow even more needy. Your mind went blank and all you could think about was getting him undressed and even closer.

“Keep going.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing his thigh down.

God damn, you would have never guessed Bob had it in him to do things like this. Perhaps you really didn’t know him as well as you thought you did.

You continued to grind against him as the assault on your neck never lessened. As good as it felt, you also felt like you were about to explode and you quickly untucked his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His glasses slipped off a little at the motion but he pushed them back in place.

You felt bad for thinking that you wished he would take them off. You loved him either way but the no-glasses look seemed much more appropriate for this situation.

“I wanna see you.” He explained as he pulled at your shirt.

You flushed crimson as you allowed him to pull off your shirt. His words were so sweet and so sinful at the same time. He unclasped your bra, letting it drape down your shoulders and at your feet.

He pressed his chest to yours and the contact felt heavenly. He kissed you again, slower this time but filled with the same amount of want.

You began pulling at your slacks, letting them pool at your ankles.

There was a prominent damp spot in your underwear and you were hesitant to continue grinding against his thigh knowing he’d be able to feel it. He slipped a hand down to your waist and dragged you along him, making the decision for you.

When you briefly pulled away to breathe again, you glanced down and noticed a trail on his slacks that sent your mind spiraling.

You had half a mind to be a bit grossed out but the other and stronger half thought it was so fucking hot.

Thankfully, so did Bob.

“You’re so wet.” He commented, pressing two fingers over the ruined fabric.

Simply hearing his sweet voice say such things sent another wave through you and you arched, trying to get him closer again.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and then began trailing downwards. He hit your collarbones, kissing both, before hitting your stomach and abdomen.

You stood there panting, pressed against the door, watching him with half lidded eyes as he sank to his knees before you.

He looked up at you and you nodded frantically. Once he got the confirmation needed, he was quick to throw your leg over his shoulder and bury himself inside your cunt.

You let out an embarrassingly loud cry when he licked you through your panties. Your hand came down to his hair, grasping onto him.

He continued his assault over the fabric until he decided that he’d had enough and pulled them aside. Once there was nothing between you and his warm tongue, you would swear you saw stars.

His lips wrapped around your clit while his skilled fingers began teasing your folds. His free hand was on the small of your back, pressing your hips closer to his face. Even with his eyes closed, he was somehow able to find the exact spots you needed him most.

“How are you - ngh - so good at this?” You struggled out. You felt him laugh against you and opted for licking a long strip down you in response.

He slowly fingered you open, pressing his nose to your clit while his tongue continued moving in figure eights. Your legs were shaking by the time he added a second finger and you had to press yourself against the door to keep from falling forward.

“Shit, Bob, please.” You whined.

His tongue fucked in and out of your hole. In combination with his fingers, you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

You clenched around him, throwing your head back. The hand that was on your back came forward and lightly pressed against your lower abdomen, intensifying the feeling.

You came around his fingers and tongue, crying out his name. He coursed you through your orgasm, slowing his movements until you had finally come down from your high.

Your leg dropped from his shoulder and he stood back up, mouth glistening.

“Seriously, how the hell are you so good at that?” You panted out.

He smiled lop sided in return and shrugged. “I just really like doing it.”

Despite just having come down from your high, you could feel your arousal peek again at his admission.

You kissed him again, spinning him around so he was against the door. He made a soft sound as you began taking more control. You ground your hips against his, feeling the tent in his slacks.

He grabbed your ass and pressed you closer to him.

Now it was your turn to stick your thigh between his legs. He had no shame grinding against you, trying to get any amount of friction.

“I’m gonna…oh my God, I need these off.” He whined as he desperately pulled at his belt.

His slacks found the same place as yours on the floor and you pulled away to look at him.

You’d seen Bob before in the locker room but he seemingly always had clothes on. This was the first time you had ever seen him without his clothes and it was a religious experience.

He was toned - not as bulky as Rooster or Hangman but you honestly preferred that. Sometimes there was a thing as too much muscle. Across his chest, freckles adorned his skin and he had a small birthmark on his left rib cage. Your fingers danced over his chest, tracing ever line. His v-line was cut like marble and a weird part of you wanted to lick it.

“I know I don’t have a six pack like Coyote…” He muttered off.

You were quick to shut him up with another hard kiss. Your hand reached down to his boxers, teasing him through the fabric.

He moaned into your mouth as you applied light pressure and you were quick to make him do it again. His moans were whiney and desperate. God, he was so fucking cute.

You pulled down the waistband, allowing his cock to spring up. Holy hell, you would have never expected sweet and innocent Bob to be packing as much as he was. Your mouth watered and you could only think about having him inside you.

The tip was flushed and a bead of precum was sliding down the side. Prominent veins ran up towards the head and you experimentally pressed your thumb against one. His hips bucked and he let out a moan you often heard in over the top pornography.

Out of everything that had surprised you today, the fact that he was loud took the cake.

You wanted to hear more of him but with the thin walls, you knew it would be best to shut him up. You deepened the kiss and playfully sucked on his tongue.

“I wanna…please, oh fuck, can I?” He asked against your lips. Hearing Bob curse shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was but you were prepared to give him whatever it was he wanted.

“I’m all yours.” You replied.

He lifted you up from the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you towards the bed and gently set you down. He hovered over you, kissing your neck before lightly tapping your legs as a way to signal for you to let go.

He scooted back, toying with the sides of your panties.

“Is this okay?” His eyes flicked up to yours as you nodded. He pulled them down, throwing them across the room to where your other clothes were.

He stood up, pulling down his boxers and opened the top drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth.

Your pussy throbbed at the sight and you ran a hand down to play with your aching clit. He turned back to you, enjoying the little show you were putting on for him as he properly put the condom on.

He came back to the bed, placed a kiss to your lips and then pushed your hand away. You groaned at the loss of contact but quickly changed your tune as his fingers picked up where yours left off.

“Spread your legs some more for me.”

You quickly obliged as he spread you open, looking down on your core. You could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets but couldn’t find yourself caring. You were far too gone to care about anything other than the man before you right now.

Slowly, he pressed the tip in and allowed for you to get used to the stretch.

You whimpered at the initial sensation but relaxed yourself to grow accustomed to it. When he felt you loosen, he pushed more in until he was finally flushed against you.

“You’re so tight.” He said, running a hand across your chest. His fingers pinched your nipples and you couldn’t help how you arched into his touch.

His head dipped down, taking the other nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Typically, you weren’t fond of this sort of treatment but with Bob, you never wanted him to stop.

He left small bites across your chest, ones that you knew would leave a mark, before switching to your other breast. He continued the same treatment while waiting for you to be comfortable enough for him to move.

You would have to admit, you were surprised with his patience. Most men at this point would have started railing into you with zero regard for your pain but Bob was waiting for you to say the word.

“You can move.” You panted, placing a hand on the back of his head. You played with his hair as he pulled out ever so slightly before pushing back in.

You gasped at how deep he was hitting even with such shallow thrusts. As his pace increased, he pulled away from your chest and sat upright to get a better view of you.

You took the opportunity as well to ogle his chest, unsure of when the next time you’d see it would be.

When he noticed you staring, he pulled off his glasses and smirked.

You couldn’t help how your body reacted to the sight. You clenched around him, reaching out for something to hold onto.

He clasped his free hand in yours and you felt the tears welling in your eyes.

How could he be so sweet, so sexy, and so respectful? One more move like that and you were sure you’d have to propose.

He placed his glasses on your face and pushed back your hair. You couldn’t see as well anymore, his prescription was pretty high, which made the feelings even more intense.

With your sight taken away, it felt like all your other senses were heightened. You could hear his soft pants and whines along with the way the bed was creaking. You felt each thrust ten times better and the pressure on your clit was delightful.

Your legs began to shake as he hit your g-spot. He lifted your hips and angled each thrust perfectly so he could hit your spot every time.

“Oh my God, please, Bob that feels so good.” You cried out, tears slipping down your face.

He made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded almost like a growl as he continued snapping his hips forward.

You felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and threaten to snap. You continued to hold his hand while the other still played with your clit.

If this man really was able to make you cum in under six minutes, you’d have to marry him.

And then he did.

It was like nothing you’d felt before. The exhilaration of pulling six g’s had nothing on the orgasm you were experiencing in this moment.

You cried out as you clenched around him. He fucked you through your high, desperate for his own release. He pulled out when he came but never let go of your hand.

It took a while for the aftershock to leave your body and you were vaguely aware of Bob taking his glasses from you and putting them back on. He tossed the covers of you while he grabbed a spare towel from his dresser. You could feel him cleaning off your chest and legs, careful to not overstimulate you before he cleaned himself off.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, heart still racing.

“Hey Bob?” He turned back to you. “How do you take your eggs in the morning.”

He chuckled as he walked back to the bed, pushing you aside before climbing in. He pulled you close and you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Really fucked up.”

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A few hours later after you had properly fixed yourself, you and Bob were back in the break room, looking for something to eat.

“Hey Phoenix.” He said cheerfully while he grabbed a box of cereal. He poured some in a bowl and ate them dry.

You turned to face your fellow female and gave her a wave. She nodded back and then did a quick double take.

She looked at you, then Bob, then back to you before hunching over and laughing. She was laughing so hard she had to brace herself against the table.

You shot Bob a nervous look before turning back to Phoenix. Maybe you could play dumb. She knew nothing, she had no proof.

“Your name badge says Floyd.”

Shit.

#top gun smut #bob floyd x reader smut #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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What if i

Did some Tyler x Logan headcanons ...?

Well don't worry because I'm literally gonna post them anyways

-Tyler is...4ish months older than him and like 20-25 cms taller

-Hehe their relationship starts very awkward :) uh for one Tyler thinks he's straight (he's not) and Logan is still nervous about his queerness (intersex gay guy because I SAID SO)

-so...it's very...slow

-but they get there. Tyler crushes on him first cuz he's a silly little guy like that.

-overprotectiveeeee because Tyler has some issues. Logan appreciates the sentiment but he also does not like being babied.

-Tyler helps him with his t-shots because Logan is afraid of needles 🥲 He wants to move to those gel patchy things or oral pills

-Logan will infodump about any of his hobbies! Floriology, astronomy, astrology even though he knows Tyler thinks it's stupid- Ty doesn't like talking more than necessary so he likes listening to him :) Thinks it's cute how he lights up

-Tyler's love language is acts of service. Brings Logan food, helps out at the shop if he can, goes with him on errands...

-Logan will bring him big bouquets of specially curated flowers with deep meanings behind them. Tyler has no idea he just thinks "pretty flowers for me??"

-James and Mary gave Tyler the single scariest shovel talk of his life lmao 💀 and he KNOWS they have some shady business, they put the fear of God In him pahdoskwu

-Ty carries around extra contact lenses for him in case its necessary! :D Also has a little glasses cleaning cloth.

-Logan makes him sweets because he's just a sweetie like that ✨️ Flan, tres leches cake, sopapillas...omfg I'm hungry now 😭

-Tyler PLAYS SONGS FOR HIMMMM ❤️❤️❤️ Logan cries every time which makes Ty panicked 😭

-Corny ass pet names but only in private, surprisingly Tyler uses them more often. "Starboy" when he wants to tease him, or "Cielo" when he's feeling soft.

-Logan makes them take selfies all the time on dates which Ty says is annoying cuz he's "unphotogenic"

-Tyler in his baseball uniform makes Logan flustered as hell LOL. Ty knows this and WILL use it to his advantage 🤡

-Ngl when he's comfortable in the relationship Tyler is super flirty and likes making Logan blush. His affection manifests by being Hella mischievous lol. Is sauve without even trying, but when he does try sometimes it'll just fail lmao, Logan still thinks he's super cute tho <3

-Um they go stargazing and look at meteor showers or shooting stars and Logan will just be nerding out like "have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" And Ty will just look at him. He's thinking it but he's not gonna say it 🫥

-Tyler gives really intense hugs that usually lift Logan off his feet. He really likes that.

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #tyler hernández #logan fields #tyler x logan #tygan?#loler?#idk the ship name

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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‘Sincere’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- OH MY FUCKING GOD. this is the longest smut fic i’ve ever done and i think it’ll remain my fav forevermore. dom!Stephen has me feral no joke. enemies to lovers is my niche. it’s my baby and i’m feeding y’all bc i spent so damn long on this one. enjoy u sluts x

he’s so fine i just wanna bake for him

Who's fault was it?

No one really knew.

It was simply one of those things the universe designed even though it was completely manufactured by you and Stephen alone. Resentment is a funny thing, it was a hilarious thing when you and Doctor fucking Strange were involved - how can two people who work together hate each other on such a cellular level? You weren't even sure how he even had the grounds to hate you, to be so sure of something when you couldn't even place how he even got to this conclusion. Well...that's a lie. It was something that you couldn't even get into. It wasn't even about petty insults or arguments anymore. Stephen was seriously messing with your head in ways you simply didn't have the time to comprehend.

Stephen was always so fast. Obnoxious. Relentless and an aphrodesiac.

He honestly thinks he has the skill set to fuck every woman he sees, it wasn't unheard of. Stephen Strange believed himself to be this sauve master of pulling women, knowing what makes them tick, knowing how to get them down and dirty for him. Prince fucking Charming...well…without the sunny personality and gentlemanly persona. Did he even know what object permanence was? Stephen was never one for relationships, this was something everyone knew and believed. His work, his duties always came first but he was prone to entertaining sometimes. Everyone knew he wasn’t one for relationships.

He literally believed that himself. Relationships were never really on the cards for a guy like him. But now, you were the card counter, skewing his game, cheating the game he himself made up.

You were stubborn. A tick under his skin. Born to hang on, born to win, born to never give up or change your opinion and the one he's come to expect the most from you- you were born to never finish an argument. Arguments between you and Stephen can brew out of lot of things, stupid things, casual things- anything. Mission plans. Choice of weapon. Coffee. Fucking laundry. You would bicker like an old married couple and it was becoming distracting to the point where it would make people talk- at Kamar Taj, the Sanctum and the Avengers Compound. You both weren't safe anywhere. The last time he fucked you over it had gone too far, he exploited his photographic memory to point out every single thing you did wrong on the battlefield. Stephen can mock you, judge you for your rotten personality but he could never ever insult the way you carried out your work- he couldn't take that away from you. What made it worse is that he literally did it infront of everyone, your friends, peers and the people you respected.

The whole situation made you frustrated. And when the frustration builds and you think you could explode- you take a deep breath. You want to shout at his face, have a tantrum and beat your hands on the ground like a spoiled brat or rich kid that always get what they want. You want to vent, find the softest parts of him and just twist the knife. But do you really want to stoop to his level? It's just so easy to be cruel in the moment and then after that the damage is done- but that's the pussy way out, something someone with better judgement would obviously do. You weren't feeling warm and fuzzy about him at all, it was time to turn the tables on Stephen.

It was your turn to do your own sleuthing. It was more than he deserved.

Stephen was out of the Sanctum and you had nothing better to do...so you decided to do some snooping. A man always hides his secrets in his room and Stephen was no ordinary man so whatever he's hiding will defintely be worth your while.

Angry isn't a rational look on Stephen. He felt that there was a ghostly cord hanging upon his spine and pulling him back like a puppet on a string. You were the puppetmaster. As with most primitive emotions, when anger is directed by the logic, empathy and creativity of the higher brain, it becomes an element of the hero personality. Stephen often questioned if he was a hero sometimes, he definitely wasn't the hero in your story...he couldn't be after everything you've both been through. Women weren't a mystery to him. You weren't a mystery, you were a whole goddamn conspiracy. It's weird and it's like you took a small bite out of his brain and it sent him in a permanent zombie state. Stephen was at his wits end.

The Sanctum was like a barren landscape, no one was there and a sigh of relief escaped you. You were at Stephen's bedroom door and you actually felt a twinge of anxiety sever your nerve endings. He was so cunning, you were sure he could jump out at you at any moment.

The door was fucking solid, etched in ancient oak and runic markings. You were surprised when you tried for the door handle and it opened, creaking it open you were happy to see that he wasn't there. Your first thought when you viewed his room that it was so fucking Stephen. Perhaps you had paid a little more attention to him than you had realised. The thought was startling. Spellbooks were strewn all over the room, did he even take care of his sacred relics? They were priceless. The walls were artifact adorned and priceless paintings were hung and championed like trophies, you couldn't stifle your eye rolling at his pompous nature. It was like he was dedicated to being pretentious. Other than his books, his room was immaculate. He was such a clean freak and it obviously it had to come out in a place that he was supposed to be the most comfortable in. Stephen's bed was massive, it was so regal and royal. You wondered how many women he fucked in this very bed. The kind of positions he put them in, how many times he made them cum. You frowned at the thought.

Why should you even care?

Your legs instantly gravitated towards his bedside table. Men hide all sorts of things in their bedside table. You had to be quick, you had a mission briefing in like twenty minutes and you were sure the rest wouldn't be happy if you showed up late. Stephen's bedside was neat but it was freakishly neat, too neat- you knew he was hiding something. You opened it up and you damn near stopped breathing.

Your heart stopped. Full throttle.

The drawer was full of sex toys? You scoffed, eyes paling at the sight. Your fingers traced over the velveteen and you had to bite your lip to conceal your shit eating grin- now this was interesting. You pulled out and examined the silk blindfold. Blindfold? Jesus Christ. Stephen was into kink? Of course he was, it was glaring, clear as day but you couldn't really contain the extent of your surprise. Why was this pleasing you so goddamn much?

It's so telling.

What really caught your attention was these silver metal balls that were strung together by a thick woven string. Oh? You were curious as to what these did...how did Stephen- what did he….? Absolved in your own thoughts that you simply couldn't bridle, you couldn't even hear that Stephen was at the door.

He was stood there, bewildered at first to see you in his space, in his room. Stephen should've been mad- seething actually especially at you but he just let you do your snooping. You were such a curious little thing, curiosity was your on button and he honestly thought it could get you killed. But in this case he'd allow it, considering that look. He was pleased.

Very pleased indeed.

Why isn't he angry with you right now? Why isn't he screaming and yelling at you to get out? He was gawking at you like a fool but he was enjoying it, seeing you come to so many new revelations about him and what he was really like and what he really wanted.

‘’What are you looking for?’’ Stephen finally cracked through the silence with a condescending question. He knew what you were doing and you felt like you were being scolded by the principle for cheating.

‘’Uhm…dirt.’’ You said with a fake plastic dazzling smile.

‘’You find anything?’’ He raised a quizzical brow, already knowing what you were looking at.

‘’I'm finding out things about you that you'd rather go unseen.’’

‘’Are you blackmailing me?’’ Stephen asked as he was treading over to you, hoping to intimidate you slightly but you weren't backing down.

‘’No. I'm threatening you.’’

‘’Oh you're cold.’’ He smirked down at you, attempting to pysche you out to make you feel off your game but you were at your wits end, you were simply not prone to his mind games anymore.

‘’And you're a masochist. You get off on this?’’ You smirked at him as you dangle the silver balls inbetween your faces.

Stephen scoffed. ‘’You're probing on my private life and now you're morally policing me?’’

You had a puzzled look on your face and Stephen revelled in it. He took the time to look at you in this resolve and he simply couldn't resist applying a label on you- stunning- when you weren't pelting him with insults and ransacking his room, but it did build his adrenaline when you finally saw the real him. Passionate. Rageful. Intimate. You had a pretty face, a banging body...why not make you squirm and have fun in the process.

‘’What even are these?’’ You recoiled as you held them, genuinely confused as to what they did. How did you even wear them? What did they even do?

A devious idea was mentally forming in his head, although he wasn't sure if you'd agree to it, especially considering your feud. But you were here, peacefully discussing the use of sex toys. You'd definitely leave if you didn't want to be here. You were smirking up at him and he let a sly smile form on his face. God. He wanted to fuck that stupid smirk off of you. It'll happen soon enough.

‘’What, you want me to give you a crash course or something?'’ Stephen stared down at your glassy eyes, so unclear of what you were thinking.

Come on, you needed to give him some sort of direction, you were awfully distracting. He didn't have the time to bend you over now.

Your mouth was running itself before your brain could even check it.

‘’Yes. Actually.’’ You confirmed and Stephen couldn't really fathom you saying those words. Yes! ‘’Surprise me.’’ You chided, you seemed way too chipper about this idea.

Fucking hell. You felt the density of the air changed immintently, it thrummed against your brainwaves. Flirting? With Stephen Strange? Now he was going to show you...whatever those balls do.

Shit. He could make or break you right now.

‘’Open your mouth.’’ Stephen ordered softly. Your face paralysed in shock at his request and you found yourself mindlessly obeying his command-your curiosity outwon you again.

Your mouth popped open and Stephen was satisfied that you actually did what you were told for once.

Fuck, that mouth of yours. Your lips. Your body. He had blinders on it before but now you were flaunting yourself off for him, only him- even if you were disguising it at as an educational opportunity.

Stephen thought that you were as dirty a he was. He slipped the balls in that sweet wet mouth.

‘’We need to get them wet. Suck.’’ Stephen hummed, completely satisfied with himself. Although that was shaken when your eyes just widened and you weren't actually doing anything.

‘’I'm not gonna ask again.’’ His head tilted down, eyes darkening as he warned you again. He didn't have time to. You actually took his warning though, wich he was equally as surprised by.

You began suckling on it, they were smooth and cool and your mouth had a bizarre reaction to it. Jesus Christ. Images of you down on your knees sucking him off, choking and gagging around him made his dick twitch in his pants. What was he, fourteen? You flashed him a brazen look, giving him those fuck-me eyes, batting your lashes as if you were this innocent little thing- all lies. Sweet lies. Stephen dragged them out of your mouth and you let them go with a pop, letting out a shaky exhale afterwards.

‘’What was that for?’’ You asked and blinked up at him dumbly. You didn't even realise how pathetic you sounded.

‘’You'll see.’’ He quipped and that just made you even more nervous. ‘’Now turn. Bend over.’’ He said under his breath, attempting to conceal his obvious smile. You tensed yourself when he thought of you as that breakable. You were not breakable. Hell no.

Stephen Strange asked you to bend over. Fucking bend over. What was he going to do? What did he want to do? You never once imagined yourself doing what he asked, but once again you did. Lust can be fun, not trustworthy, but you didn't have time to think it through properly, no time under that dark deceptive gaze.

You bit your lip and perched yourself on his bed, arms holding you up. Wiggling your ass too to show that you can flirt. You shot him a teasing look and Stephen just wanted to take you now but you both had a mission briefing in about ten minutes.

Watching in pure disbelief, Stephen lowered to his knees and it was such an unexpected sight- you were sure you were dreaming. He had this stupid smug look on his face and it was so irritating, the anticipation and suspense was killing you. It was driving you mad. You shivered when Stephen pulled down your pants, it was fairly easy- you had no objections. He was face to face with your sweet ass, your underwear was cute, black, simple. Stephen wondered what you would look like in fine lingerie and sky scraper Louboutins. Nothing but Louboutins.

"Stephen... what-?’’ You were shaking, you couldn't even get out what you were trying to say without stammering like a jittering fool.

‘’Shh…Keep still for me.'’He cooed at you as he brought the balls up against your skin and it made goosebumps break out in hives.

Stephen pulled your underwear to the side with one finger and positioned the balls on your clit. You let out a breathy gasp as you felt him put them there, it was such a different sensation. It felt so heavy. So good. Your eyes widened at the feeling, mouth agape like a pathetic idiot. Any other day you would've reprimanded yourself for acting like this...but today was different. He was basking in the glory of the sounds you made, whimpering and whining even though you were trying to bite them back.

Stephen smiled when you let out a dry chuckle, he planted a kiss on your asscheek to show his appreciation. He pulled your pants back up and you were honestly feeling faint, the sensation of those metal balls on you finally showing up.

‘’Stand and turn around.’’ He demanded again.

You swallowed as you picked yourself back up and turned around. The look painted on his face told all, sly smile, bright eyes- he was up to no good. He hasn't even told you what they do yet. You let out a shaky exhale as the proximity between you was growing smaller and smaller.

"So Dr Masochist...floor me.’’ You teased.

‘’Oh just you wait and see.’’ He taunted and you frowned.

What the fuck? Was he seriously about to hold out on you? You had a fucking mission briefing in five minutes.

‘’Are you kidding?’’

‘’Let's see how you feel after the meeting's over.’’ You wanted to bash his face in.

You let the words settle in you and even then it never fully registered. this had to be some sort of practical joke, just another way to embarrass you. Now that was something he got off on. When you stared back into his eyes, it only confirmed he was deadly serious- but then again when was he not serious? Even when he was trying to flirt he was all serious and hard features.

There's no way this could end well...but you wouldn't be you without taking a few risks.

‘’Stephen, you can be so obtuse sometimes but I didn't think you'd be actually fucking crazy. For all I know, maybe this thing you put on my pussy is actually a fucking bomb or something.’’ You said breathlessly, contemplating whether or not this toy was actually a secret torture device- it would just twist the knife within you and you wouldn't be able to live it down.

Stephen would be able to hold this against you forever.

‘’A bomb? I haven't reached that level of kink yet but I'm sure we'll get there eventually.’’ He bit his lip as his eyes thinned down on you, completely enjoying himself and how these events may actually unfold.

Stephen grabbed your arm after conjuring a portal to the Compound and his touch made you shiver, your body had a viceral reaction to his touch and it honestly just left you confused as he pushed you through the portal alongside him.

‘’We?’’ You questioned as you raised an intense brow. The gall. The cheek he had to say we. It surprised you- in the best way.

‘’Mhm. Let's see how you fare.’’ Stephen muttered as the balls of your feet hit the Compound marble, trodding your way to the meeting room to be briefed for tomorrow.

‘’You really have no faith in me and I think that's the main reason why we don't get along.‘’

‘’That confidence is going to shatter soon. See, I'm being nice and I'm warning you about it.’’ He scoffed and you honestly felt everything within you shaken up.

Stephen couldn't wait to see the look of excrutiating arousal on your face during this whole debacle; he'd simply treasure the moment and taunt you for it later but for now he just wanted an outline of what your beautiful face looked like when you came. Just a morsel of what's to come, this switch in dynamic was...different. Heavier than hate. He liked it. A lot. When other people and other agents in the Compound saw that you and Stephen were walking together. You weren't arguing or having a screaming match you were both just walking. Their mouths were agape in shock and any other day you would have been joining them in their disbelief, he was smirking and smiling at you like an idiot and that was more than enough to make other people think and question.

‘’Stop smiling at me. You look like a psycho.’’ You mumbled at him under your breath but you couldn't say anything either, you were smiling too. You let out a giggle and your pussy started clenching, a gasp fell through when you felt the balls actually on you. You swallowed and Stephen obviously caught onto it.

You entered the room and you were met with Tony's incredibly unsatisfied frown- you were both late and you felt like you were being scolded at by the principle for your tardy behaviour but Stephen didn't find it in himself to care. However, Tony's frown dropped and his mouth popped open in shock: you and Stephen were sitting next to each other. Like, actually next to each other without clawing each other's faces off. How fucking high are you two right now? Tony had a rule for this shit- no drugs before meetings, get high later preferably with him. He wondered if you had been smoking a fat blunt or took some shrooms or something- there's no way this could possibly be happening, it was simply one of these things that shouldn't be happening.

‘’Oh thank you for finally showing those cheery faces, we all missed you. Now pay attention: this is important.’’ Tony reprimanded but you genuinely couldn't pay attention. Perhaps you had underestimated Stephen's word, the thought was startling.

Throught the meeting, you were just in this zombie like trance, all hypnotized, you couldn't pay attention to any word uttered by Tony or Steve, Natasha or whoever. Your eyes were just fixated on the plain beige wall, lips parted as you gazed off into the distance like you've just been hit in the head with a baseball bat. Stephen stole a few glances at you, you were finally beginning to crack and he had to pretend to be devastated even though it was something he was expectant of. He could barely contain his delight; Stephen was right, he was always right and this was just another example of that- he didn't like the way you always doubted him, he'd show you soon enough. He just had to keep a straight face, but he let himself slip up a little: the corners of his mouth were tugging up slightly and he was trying his hardest to surpress it. You looked so whistful, so pretty, so restless and he was enjoying every second of it; Stephen had never felt himself be lazer focused on any woman but it was always different with you. Always. His eyes widened slightly when your perfect lips parted and you let out a shaky exhale, your breathing was becoming heavier and you obviously tried to hide it by the way your head was darting off to the side, your palm met with the back of your neck and it was heating up so quickly, so rapidly.

Stephen watched intently as you ran your hands along your thighs, he didn't think you'd break apart so quickly. What really did him in though was when you bit your lip to conceal your shallow breaths. It pleased him to an immeasurable degree, although he could read your body, he wished he could read your mind.

You couldn't hide your shaking. You were actually giving in and you hated it, you couldn't embarrass yourself like this. Especially infront of everyone.

You were so damn horny. So fucking wet and tense. Aching for a release.

What exasterbated things though was the way Stephen was looking at you, it was like he was waiting for you to slip up, to catch you out and prove that you were weak. Impatient wasn't even in the ballpark of what you were feeling, so many emotions and sensations were coursing through you, thighs clamped and feet thrumming on the ground. Your leg was jolting up and down and you couldn't control the way your body was reacting.

So that's what those silver balls did.

Washes of arousal throbbed at your pussy and all you could think about was Stephen fucking Strange. You couldn't lie to yourself any longer, you'd be cheating yourself if didn't want him so bad right now. So so impossibly bad. Pain stakingly bad. So bad it's good.

You knew you were done for when Stephen put his large hand on yout jittering leg. His hands were actually on you. In that moment that's when you knew you wanted him to fuck you dumb. Fuck you dizzy. Fast. Hot. Rough. Intimate. Crazy. You were seriously about to lose your mind.

Shooting Stephen a startled look, he knew he got through you and with that in mind he clamped onto your thigh harder. You darted your face away and then you met Natasha's cool and inquisitive expression. Shit. She was onto you. You stifled an agreeable smile but it made her raise an eyebrow, though she finally looked away. Stephen was amused by it all, mostly with the fact he got you like this. So uptight. So tense.

Stephen leaned into your ear and mumbled at you. ‘’Relax. You're going to give yourself away.’’

You wanted to scream a very needed 'Fuck you! I know!' but you couldn't.

When you looked at the clock, only seven minutes have passed. Seven measly minutes. Fucking seven. This fucking meeting was fourty-five fucking minutes fucking long.

It was like fucking was the only word in your vocabulary. You couldn't help yourself, all you could think about was fucking. Preferably fucking Stephen.

Time went on. Time ticked by, it's clicking becoming louder and louder as it pounded through your eardrums. Focus wasn't on the cards for you, but that was a good thing- you didn't realise that the meeting was over. You were thanking the God you didn't even believe in, praising the lucky stars above you for this heavenly moment of mercy. You were about to explode. It wasn't healthy. Heart hammering beneath your heated skin.

Everybody scattered out and now you had Stephen all to yourself, you'll deal with the confused looks and the tangled web of outside judgement later, needing him was the only thing you felt. Stephen made you hang back from the others when you exited the room, his hand on your forearm as he gave you a cunning calculated look. Tingles electrified your body and your heat pulsated at the minor touch- God you felt so pathetic but it was all his fault.

You sighed in relief when he twirled his fingers and made a portal back to his room; Lord, the yearning was impenetrable, unbreakable. It was all so secretive and provacative. Sexy and desperate. Stephen tugged you through the portal as if to hide you away from the rest of the world, shield you from wandering eyes and gazes from men who didn't deserve to even look at you. After finally getting you through safely and closing the portal back up, Stephen loosened his grip on you and let you stand alone as he leaned on his bed frame.

Now. What to say to you? What to do to you? Stephen had you all to himself now and he felt like a kid at Christmas. What a shame, you were so confident you could get through this but yet again he proved you wrong.

He always wondered what you looked like all fucked out and desperate and on days like this, he was so goddamn grateful to have a photographic memory. You stood there, breath shallow and heavy all at once and you were waiting for him to do anything but Stephen's eyes bore into yours intently. Waiting. Watching. Observing. Imagining the array of things he simply could do to make you cum- which wouldn't be too hard to do after what you were experiencing. Stephen got the hard bit out of the way, getting you all horny for him but now he was overthinking the easiest bit: what to actually do.

‘’So. How'd you feel?’’ Stephen's face brightened and you weren't happy. He was just pandering now and you were way too impatient for that- it was clear enough.

‘’Restless.’’

‘’Expected.’’

‘’Impatient.’’

‘’Getting closer.’’

‘’Hot.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’Wet.’’

You gave in, you gave him what he wanted: the cracking, the breaking, the realisation that he shattered you, Stephen was trying to draw this out and it finally dawned on you. Although, you began to question that fact when he made his way over to you, you beat him to it however when you charged at him like a raging bull and just wanting to feel his hands on you. Stephen smirked when he caught onto your wrist in your trajectory and tugged you into him. Your breathless gasp was palpable.

‘’Very determined to fuck aren't you?’’ Stephen pointed out the obvious and it made you roll your eyes.

He gripped onto your jaw to make you realise how serious he was. What kind of man would that make him if he tolerated such rude behaviour! Absolutely not.

‘’Don't be dumb. You're smarter than that. Being dumb won't get you anywhere. So if you want me to put you out of your misery don't be callous and hard-hearted.’’

‘’Are you hard?’’ You asked sensually, already knowing the answer, eyes big and wide and so desperate.

Stephen scoffed down at you.

‘’I said don't be dumb. You're asking the obvious.’’

‘’Don't patronize me.’’

‘’Don't make me punish you for that snotty little attitude’’

‘’I'm not impressed.’’ You scolded even though you were simply on no grounds to.

‘’You're not impressed? Really?’’ You were shocked to see that he was offended.

You nodded at him and it made Stephen's jaw tick, you could hear the bones crunching and grinding together like grit and sandpaper.

‘’Your body tells me otherwise.’’ His voice was low and husky- as if he had never been sure of anything else in his entire life.

‘’You cheated that's why.’’ You stepped closer to him and his grip on your wrist tightened.

‘’Touche.’’ A keen and entirely true obsevation, disarming as always and but he couldn't even care. ‘’You want me to take those balls off or keep them on and edge you?’’

The latter scared you. Him fucking you with them on would make you hornier than ever and to edge you as well? Out of the question- you weren't in the mood for glute jokes.

Your mouth shattered into his, lips capturing lips to capture each other's essence and to say it was bliding and heady was an understatement- you tasted bountiful, fruitful and excessive. There was too much of you, too much sweetness to comprehend, too much sweetness to taste. You were rotting his teeth beautifully. Your distinct taste was making him drunk and it only reinforced that when your tongue tangled with his. Stephen's arm loopholed and travelled around your body when he let go of your wrist, you smirked against his lips when his hands were wandering down the planes of your back to the curve of you ass. You fit his hand perfectly it was insane, like you were designed just for him.

‘’I wanna know what kind of torture you've been going through this evening. You really held your own during the meeting.’’ Stephen was mocking you when you ripped your lips away from his.

‘’You know exactly what.’’ You breathed tirelessly.

‘’Tell me or I'll go slow.’’ Stephen's threat made you pout slightly. ‘’I don't think that'll be fun for either of us.’’ He smiled and you just had to give into his incessant requests.

‘’You. Stuffing me full. Making me leak for you.’’ You exhaled before you leaned in and bit his lower lip and tugged it back. Hard. Stephen was surprised by your gall, you were so desperate to get in his pants you were actually doing what you're told. ‘’ That explicit enough?’’

Fuck this.

Stephen thew you on the bed careless of where you landed, so rough and hasty with his movements; like the need outweighed the practicalities. His body dominated against yours as he fawned over you, he looked like a God. He quite literally felt like a God: omnipotent and omnipresent in his stance. His mouth instantly went to your jaw and he bit down on it so hard you were sure he left teeth marks on you, it made wildfire zip down your core. Fucking hell. This man.

Now… what to do with you.

Stephen grabbed at your shirt and ripped it in two, the fabric tearing apart in both hands and he was happy to see you weren't wearing a bra. Your tits spilled from your top and he threw the discarded remanents to the other side of the room. You clawed and barbed at his back to get his shirt off and for once, he took you by law and did as you motioned. You relentless, tireless thing. Unyielding. Remorseless. He pinned your arms above your head and he ducked down to ghost at your lips.

You were at his beck and call. Under his mercy.

‘’You know what? I never really got the chance to scold you for rummaging through my things. Going into this very room, being perspicacious and then having the gall to threaten me.’ ‘

‘’If it get's you like this then maybe I should do it more often.’’ You bit your lip as you whispered against him.

Stephen didn't like that. At all.

No, no baby.

He had to put you in your place.

Stephen let go of one of your arms and his thick fingers clamped around your neck.

‘’You do not disrespect me, okay? I've been lenient today but you were actually being very impolite. I can't have that.’’ His voice was heavy, gruff and severe.

‘’An astute observation.’’ You sneered up at him. ‘’So you expect me to be under your thumb?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Stephen stated simply, so casually.

‘’You're so brainy Stephen. You're right all the time. I'll wake you up with breakfast and a blowjob. But right now I need you to fuck me. Hard.’’ You vilified and it made time stop in his palm. How dare you? He was livid. He was indignant. Stephen clamped onto your waist and he suddenly flipped you onto your stomach and spanked you.

‘’I don't think that was very sincere.’’ Stephen rebuked as he straddled your ass, his dick pressing into you and it made those silver balls act up again. ‘’You wanna try again?’’ He gave you the chance to redeem yourself and be polite.

You turned your head and looked him dead in the eye as you mouthed the words that would set your course. ‘’No.’’

Stephen's face contorted into an exasperated scowl, you bit your lip trying to be cute and flirt but he simply wasn't in the mood anymore. As a response he just shoved your face back into the pillow as he worked your pants off and discarded them to the floor. Your skin was flawless. Not a single fault on that perfect body.

‘’Stephen…’’You whined as you wiggled your ass against his clothed crotch.

He didn't respond, he just ripped your underwear off and you gasped at the feeling.

Fucking hell, the feel of his hands on you were too much to bare; your brows tensed when he finally pulled those silver balls off of you, your sigh of relief wasn't even one of relief- it was of pure freedom and unbridled bliss. The amount of wetness he had to work with was making him so insanely happy, you were soaked and so ready for him. He smacked your ass again and it was becoming difficult to control the direction of your whimpers and whines- you didn't even know what you were begging for.

The sound of him undoing his zipper made an absurd amount of electricity fall through you, like a number of concrete blocks falling upon you. The air was so heavy and dense- all you could do was wait for him.

‘’You look...pretty almost...like this.’’ Stephen chuckled to himself and head around and you shot him and angry glare.

‘’Fuck you!’ You screamed, voice going hoarse in the process of forming

‘’Isn't that what you've wanted me to do all day?’’ He cocked his head to the side as you smirked at his depravity. You opened your mouth to speak but you genuinely couldn't get the words out.

Stephen registered your silence as a response and he couldn't help but laugh down at you. How cute. He shoved your face back down again and it made you whine into the pillow.

He tugged his cock out and you felt him slap against you...and...uhm. Wow. You didn't even have to look at it to feel how big he was, you were actually worried he would split you in half with something like that and you wondered how you'd be able to walk after he was done with you. Stephen was pleased with your reaction: it was clear you were excited.

‘’Show me how much you missed something you never had.’’ You lifted yourself up again to challenge him and he was more than willing to oblige.

‘’You're dangerous.’’ He whistled and you honestly took that as a compliment. It made you blush.

Stephen was rock solid and he slid into your pussy with an ease he was hoping and striving for. You clenched around him so perfectly, so tight, so well fitted. You felt as good as you looked. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning as he tugged you back into his torso- it was like he was a wall of pure muscle. He liked that you squirmed beneath him, to make you clench around him harder he bite down on your shoulder blade and peppered delicious kisses on that unimpaired skin.

He rutted into you relentlessly, with passion, with a hunger and ferocity you'd only wish other men would have. You were feral for him, a wild cat under him as you arched against him, he clenched his teeth as he saw beads of sweat fall down your back. A symphony of sounds erupted in the dense air surrounding you both, you felt so lewd and naughty- you could only imagine what the others would think if they walked in on you like this. You smirked at the insane thought.

The hopeless amount of pleasure you were feeling was insurmountable and overwhelming, a cyclone of desire began building within you and it was idomitable to bear. Unconquerable. Stephen felt invincible, of course all this hate had to lead to this- fucking you crazy. It was such an intense realisation. With that thought, he pinned your arms behind your back. Shit. He was going faster, brutal, he was unbeatable and it made you whine like a lunatic. How did he do that? How could he do that?

‘’Come on, baby. Be sincere, no one else can see you break...just me.’’ He cooed.

‘’S-Stephen…..Please...I can't h-hold on any longer.’’ You stammered like a jittering fool.

‘’Oh, you can't? Didn't think that was in your vocabulary.’’

"You're w-wrong! Just shut up!'’

‘’Come on rocks, buy my silence. Cum for me.’’ The baritones of his voice sent you into overdrive- his voice alone could make you cum.

The sheer grip in which he held you was enough to drag you to the edge, you couldn't keep it in anymore, your body had given out. Stephen felt your warmth coat him entirely, you were so wet and slick and it made him so happy that he was the cause of that- well, with the help of those balls of course. And with that delighful sound you made as you came undone, he filled you up entirely in thick white ribbons. Jesus Christ, this was the fastest he'd ever came; he was embarrassed by the way he felt like a teenager- he was really questioning his stamina, you wore him out and he wasn't sure if it was for good.

He panted as he rolled off of you and tumbled next to you, completely spent and done for in a matter of sheer moments. You went limp as your body lay flat against the bed, trying to bridle the thoughts swirling in your head.

‘’Did I buy your silence? Was that sincere enough for you?’’ Your mouth was running itself a whole goddamn marathon, honestly just trying to keep up with the brutal pace he set beforehand.

‘’Yes. But be snippy with me like that again and I'll keep those silver balls on you for months.’’ Although he was completely serious of his threat, he did have to admit, he loved your smart mouth- it was so disarming and incredibly charming. He liked this flirtatious banter, he wanted it to continue.

‘’They did all the work for you it seems.’’ You insulted with a bashful smile and a blushed face, already going against his threat.

‘’Oh…that mouth. What am I going to do with that?’’

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You giggle at Mike’s very bad dad joke while Kiara scolds him, and Anna joins you in laughter. It is a slow early evening, but that is expected for a middle of the week day. The sound of the door opening has you all turning, and the laughter fades as you separate and get back to work. You move forward to welcome an early dinner customer but pause when JJ steps into view.

“Hey,” he flashes a grin at you. Those ocean blue eyes of his drag down the length of you, and your heart speeds up a little. He looked different today, disheveled still, but different in a way you could not put your finger on.

“Hi,” you murmur. It is awkward, and you both can feel it as JJ stands with about six feet of space between you. “You came.”

“I said I would.”

You smile a little just as Kiara calls his name, and he glances over your shoulder. She moves forward, eyeing him as he stands there. “What are you doing here JayJ?”

“I came to see her,” he says, pointing at you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you clasp your hands behind your back to try to hide the nerves clawing up inside you.

Kiara looks confused but does not say anything. You stay silent, waiting for him to figure out how to fix it since it was his idea to come here in the first place.

He rolls his shoulders, pulling his cap off his head and squeezing the bill between his hands. “Do you have a second Princess? To talk? Alone?”

You tip your head, enjoying the awkward pressure on him more than you should. “Why?”

He groans, scrubbing his hand through his messy blond locks. He peeks at you through his lashes, and you roll your eyes at his attempt to be sauve with you. “Just to talk.”

“I’ll be around if either of you needs me,” Kiara muses before turning and going to finish cleaning up the tables on the far wall.

“You figure out the rules?” His attention is fixated on you now.

“Yes.”

He smiles a little, not surprised in the least that the kook princess has her shit together. He looks down at the tops of his boots. “Cool.”

“I’m about to take my break, meet me outside after you talk to Kie?”

He nods, and you flash him a smile before getting a fresh cup of water for your break.

You wait a few minutes for JJ after finding a spot outside in the shade on the curb lining the parking lot. He groans as he drops onto the curb next to you before taking the large Styrofoam cup from you.

“That is my water.”

He shrugs before taking a sip. “You’re my girlfriend, we can share.”

You huff a breath before opening the notes app on your phone. “I’ve only got fifteen minutes, so let’s get through this.”

“All ears, Princess.”

You clear your throat as you adjust to face him better while balancing on the lip of the curb. “All right, rule #1: the real reason we are dating stays between us, no one, and I mean no one knows. Not the pogues and not Sarah.”

He nods, lips pressing into a temporary line to show no argument from him.

“Rule #2: No seeing other people. To sell this and keep the secret, we have to be exclusive.”

“Fair.”

“Thanks,” you murmur before clearing your throat again. “Rule #3: No PDA.”

“What?!” His head snaps up, and he is staring at you with wide eyes. “How is that going to work?”

“You really aren’t going to like rule four then...”

“What is it?” He asks, leaning closer. “No sex?”

“Well, yeah.”

“God, woman,” he groans, removing his ballcap again. You watch him squeeze the bill between his hands again. “You’re killing me.”

“I want to be careful,” you shrug and look back at your notes. “No excessive physical contact significantly reduces the potential risk of someone developing feelings. Okay, rule #5-”

“Oh no!” He gets up and starts to pace in front of you while putting his ballcap on backward. “We aren’t done with rule three or even four.”

You stare at him, watching him pace back and forth. “What aren’t we done with?”

“I’m not going to date you and never touch you! The pogues will see right through it. I’m a man, I have needs, and they know that!” He shakes his head. "I have a reputation you know."

"Oh, believe me, JJ, that I am aware of."

He snorts before licking his bottom lip. "So you understand. To sell it, then I am planning to touch and kiss my girlfriend... a lot."

You groan, pressing your hands to your face before lifting your head after a beat. “Fine. PDA is allowed, but no sex. I’m not changing my mind on that. This isn’t a real relationship, and I cannot sleep around like that.”

He studies you; lips parting, and you arch an eyebrow daring him to voice his thoughts.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No,” you mutter, fidgeting with your necklace. “Remember Kasey?”

“Ah,” he clues in before he nods. “Okay, deal. No sex.”

“Great,” you huff, ignoring the burn coloring your cheeks. “Rule #5: we keep it under wraps at the Island Club.”

He openly stares at you with confusion.

“Be reasonable, J. I’m a kook, and you’re a pogue that works there. You think they’ll be nice to you if they think you are screwing one of their own?”

“But we aren’t screwing, rule four.”

“But they don’t know that.”

He shrugs. “Whatever.”

“Great,” you repeat and get to your feet while tucking your phone in your back pocket. “I have to go back to work.”

“I’ll walk you in,” he says, retrieving the cup from the curb. You walk side by side towards the employee entrance, and he takes the opportunity to glance over at you. “Is a perk of dating you free food?”

You laugh and nudge him with your elbow. “Sure. Let me grab you something.”

“Sweet!”

That dimpled smile makes you smile back at him as you lead him into the restaurant. You punch in a quick to-go order before refilling the cup for him.

“What’s going on?” Kiara asks, passing by with a bin full of dirty dishes.

You turn to her while wiping down the counter. “Getting JJ food, he is like a starved animal.”

She laughs. “Glad to see you guys are finally getting along.”

“That’s us, getting along,” JJ muses, leaning against the counter with his elbows as he stares at the mostly empty floor. You wait for him to tell her the news, but he does not.

You roll your eyes at him being too scared to tell his best friend before you grab his order after they put it in the window. “Here, J.”

“That was fast, thank you, Princess.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Got to run, meeting John B for some fishing,” he says, his free hand brushing up your wrist to your forearm. You nod with a tight smile on your face. “Text you later?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Have fun night fishing.”

He grins, flashing that dimple. “Planning on it, Baby.”

You laugh before attempting a step back away from him, but he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. His lips brush yours, and you inhale sharply before he winks at you.

"You are going to leave me to clean up this mess, aren't you?"

He chuckles softly, hand cupping your face before he drags the pad of this thumb across your jaw. "Yeah, I am."

He kisses you. You cannot help yourself, and you kiss him back. He smirks into it before ending it and taking a step back. A blush colors your cheeks, and mischief shines in his blue eyes.

“See you later, Princess.”

“What the hell?” Kiara’s voice is behind you, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

JJ laughs at your expense. “Have fun explaining to her.”

“You suck, JJ.”

“Love you too, Baby.”

You gap at him as he turns on his heel and leaves the restaurant without looking back. You turn, and Kiara is staring at you, arms crossed over her waist with a concerned look.

“Okay…” you murmur and move to take a seat at the bar. She follows and takes a seat as well. “After that day surfing, umm… well, JJ and I kind of agreed that something is there, and we decided to do something about it.” You play with your fingers.

“So, you’re dating?”

“Correct.”

She blows out a breath before speaking again. “Man, when you go to the 'dark' side you go all out.”

Laughter escapes you, and she joins you before patting your knee.

“Don’t worry, I think you are good for him and him for you. But promise me something?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t hurt him. He’s not as tough as he seems.”

“Not planning on it.”

She grins before swiveling her barstool around. “Let’s get ready for the dinner rush so you can see your boyfriend later.”

(Chapter Nine)

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #obx jj maybank

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a-lil-strawberry · 5 days

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Spy X Family: Code White spoilers under the cut

I loved it when Loid walked past the two guys who kidnapped Anya and beat them up. He was on his way to her and they were going in the opposite direction, not standing in his way. He didn't need to do that. That was very much a father getting revenge for his daughter. That was very much an emotional choice he made in that moment. That was like Liam Neeson in Taken vibes. That was passionate anger for the wrongs that had been done to his daughter. That had nothing to do with furthering the "mission". When is he going to realize that this is his real family and he has real fatherly love for Anya?

Also the almost kiss in the ferris wheel and Yor slapping him out of the capsule!!!! They animated that so perfectly for it to be a shock slap! I thought they were going to kiss!!! And I thought I wanted that, but no. That was Loid acting sauve and smoothing things over as a spy for operation Strix. They need to kiss when it catches him off guard too. I feel like this will only happen when their true identities are revealed to each other and Loid realizes he doesn't want to lose her despite them being on opposite sides. It needs to be vulnerable, and it needs to happen when their identities are laid bare with each other. It needs to be a conscious choice outside of any mission.

Or idk I could be wrong bc a slow burn, as they're slowly falling into love, leading eventually to a kiss while still "acting" as a couple would be good too. Loid already does little things sometimes like small touches or acts of sweetness, and sometimes they're so out of the blue and not as an attempt to smooth anything over, so they might be sincere. If this is a progression where eventually Loid kisses her I would be fine with that too, but it has to be because he just wants to kiss her, not to smooth anything over or save the mission. Maybe he'll think it was to save the mission, but we know better.

AND ANYA'S POOP GOD VISION. Oh my gosh. I haven't laughed that hard in YEARS. My stomach hurt so bad and I couldn't breathe. Everyone else in the theater (only four other people but that's besides the point) were also laughing their heads off that whole time. It was the best. I also love how the poop god in her mind looks like Professor Henderson lol

#spy x family #spy x family: code white

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valsnonsense · 3 months

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King Trollex of the Techno Trolls. Sauve, laid-back, yet strong. Brought up by a loving yet stern King and Queen to be the next great leader of their kingdom.

When he takes the throne, his now retired parents insist on him finding a partner, someone to rear up the next heir of Techno. Trollex simply smiles and goes along with it, but politely dimisses the endless suitors his parents toss his way.

He doesn't want someone picked out for him just for their nobility or ability. He wants that genuine connection, that bond of love and music that would twined their souls together.

After years of sneakily doging his parents questions as to why he's not married yet, suddenly, a distress call from one of their new allies. A distress call from Pop Village. Some water-based monster reeking havoc and they need assistance.

So, Trollex heads out to assistance them. During the fight, Trollex notices a Troll jumping out of some strang caterpillar mobile. He leaps out screaming, runs at the beast, and holy shit he has a mechete.

Despite himself, Trollex is taken by this small, wild looking man. When the monster is taken care of, he goes to Poppy and asks who he is. She gladly introduces them, telling him he's John Dory, one of Branch's older brothers.

Trollex smiles and winks and introduces himself. The Troll is a bit squeaky, shyly replying. They talk for only a few moments before JD turns around and tries to leave. Then he trips on a rock and falls flat on his face and oh my god that's it that's him that's one.

Trollex wants THAT ONE.

What Trollex at first thought was a warrior type turned out to be a strange trailer-dwelling middle-aged man who cries at the drop of hat, loves his weird bug bus a LOT, and somehow can't read a room to save his life.

And Trollex is completely enamored.

Pictured above is Trollex simply drifting around, letting JD nap on his chest. Not seen was JD downing two whole bags of potato chips, an entire pot of coffee before passing the FUCK out. Yes he is drooling. Yes he is snoring like a buzzsaw. But Trollex doesn't give a shit, he thinks it's adorable.

Ignore my lengthy description of how they met and how Trollex just scoops up this tiny weird hobo rat man, tucks him under his arm and says, "This is mine now."

I'm sorry of love this ship I can't stop drawing I'm sorry it WILL happen again

#dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls john dory #trolls trollex #king trollex #fishipping trolls #fishipping #i cant stop drawing them send help please #myart #long reads #i talk too much #im so sorry #trollex is perfectly content with letting jd drool all over him man is smitten #ignore how i cant draw water

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Space Corp. Directive #1215225

For some ungodly reason, you fancy the second technician, but you'd be damned if you ever admitted it.

Pairing: Arnold Rimmer x (F) Reader

Warnings: None! Apart from some flirting

Chapter Eight: Dimension Jump

“Hey, little lady. Can you and me take a walk?”

You glanced sideways at Lister. He was beaming, of course. He was finding the whole thing too hilarious for words.

Here you were, bracketed by Rimmers, one who was too neurotic to realise you adored him, and one who swaggered about, handsome and confident and unavoidably likeable. Somehow, you’d stumbled into some kind of personalised hell.

“Yeah,” you sighed, already dreading what would come next. “Alright.”

You followed Ace out into the corridor, just hoping this would be over quickly.

He really was strange to look at. He was completely identical to Rimmer, the same warm eyes, the same restless hands. They were both so expressive but their backs, pulled taught as if by an invisible string, hinted at a restrictive and lonely childhood.

And yet, in a lot of ways, they could not have looked more different. It wasn’t just the amazing hair and the shiny gold spacesuit. Ace seemed taller somehow, his voice more sonorous. Perhaps it was just the confidence he oozed, something that Rimmer only seemed to have in buckets when he was absolutely sure about something he ultimately knew absolutely nothing about.

But despite everything, despite the bravery and the technical knowhow, the kindness and debonair charm, he didn’t make your chest flutter like Arnold did.

Still, you weren’t blind. It was still difficult to have a conversation with Ace without sounding like a babbling fool, everyone seemed to have the same trouble. And now you were alone with him for the first time in a dimly lit corridor, and the last time you’d seen a smile like that, it was when you were playing Better Than Life.

“Are you off then?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t catch the way your voice cracked nervously.

Ace sighed, as if leaving Red Dwarf was the biggest heartbreak of his life and not, in actuality, a frankly enormous relief.

“‘Fraid so, sweetheart. There’s a lot of worlds out there. Someone’s gotta make sure things are ticking over nicely.”

You should hate him. You knew you should. He just wasn’t real. No one was that charismatic. No one could seriously go around being that heroic and sauve, and not come off as a huge, smarmy git. And yet, you found yourself thinking, what a guy…

“Well, it was great meeting you. Weird but…” You smiled and stuck out your hand. “Good luck.”

Ace took your hand and shook it firmly, like a good pilot should.

“Cheers, darling.”

In the brief moment that his palm was pressed to yours, you tried to capture the moment in your mind, the feeling of his skin against yours, the length of his fingers, the warmth of him, the strength in his movements. You knew it was weird, but if this was the closest you’d get to touching Rimmer, you wanted to make the most of it.

“Say, listen,” Ace looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming, then bent his head towards you, his voice low. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this all day, sweetheart. Been so damn busy with your brilliant crewmates, just haven’t had the time. But the you that I know, the you from my dimension, she’s…”

“Oh, God. She’s dead, isn’t she.”

The idea had been humming about your brain ever since Ace first burst into Starbug. There was another Lister, another Cat, even another Kryten in his world. Ace hadn’t mentioned anything about the other you. He was right, there hadn’t really been time. Between fixing the starboard engine and getting Starbug up and running again, you hadn't exactly had much of a chance for smalltalk.

Part of you had worried something terrible had happened to her. She must have gone down with the Atalanta IV. But then, how would Ace know her if this other you had never stepped foot inside Red Dwarf? The tangents and timelines were all too bizarre and unwieldy. It was the type of thing that made your head hurt if you focused on it for too long.

Ace smiled. It was a very nice smile. Rimmer sometimes smiled at you like that. Just you, no one else.

That was another difference. Ace had time and a good word for everyone. Rimmer was so sparing with his kindness, it had put you off him when you first met. Now you knew him better, now you understood him, or at least, you were starting to, it made you all the more proud to be the person he reserved his softer side for.

“No, no,” Ace said. “She’s very much alive. What a lady. She’s the pride of the Space Corp., you know. But, uh, I’m afraid to say she hates my guts.”

Your jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“It’s true!” Ace shrugged, still smiling. “She won’t even look at me.”

“What did you do!”

Ace laughed.

“I don’t know! She just never has time for me, sweetheart. Always something better to do than talk to boring old me. She’s a navigation officer, you see, and a damn good one. Doesn’t have time for an old pirate, and I don’t blame her.”

“Well… Wow…”

You tried to picture this other woman, this other you. She must be quite a person to be immune to Ace’s charms. Even Holly found him beguiling.

You imagined a fearsome figure, an officer at the helm of one of the most important ships in the JMC’s fleet. It was a life you could never see for yourself but, by Io, you couldn’t be more pleased for her.

“She must be the only person you’ve ever met who didn’t like you.”

You must’ve done a terrible job of hiding just how happy the thought made you because Ace laughed again, a great booming laugh that was so un-Rimmer, for a moment you forgot they were practically the same man.

“So far,” Ace said, ever self-effacing. “She’s about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I keep trying to work up the damn courage to ask her out to dinner but she just won’t talk to me.”

“You’re joking. You? Shy?”

“It’s been known to happen, sweetheart. I’m a sensitive old sod, really.”

You couldn’t imagine anyone saying no to Ace. Hell, you thought Lister would probably let him wine and dine him, given half the chance.

“But the way I figure it is,” Ace went on. “The way things seem to work here, events seem to be a little backward. It must mean that you and old Arnold, there…”

“Oh, no.” You shook your head so quickly you almost made yourself dizzy. “No, no, no. We’re not-”

Ace raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“But you love him?”

You made an embarrassing choking noise in the back of your throat. God, you wished everyone would stop saying that. It was getting embarrassing.

“I never said-”

“You didn’t have to. The reason I ask is, well, it seems to me that my alternate self is, unfortunately, a bit of a bastard.”

“Yeah,” you said fondly.

“I need someone to look after him. I won’t be coming back here. I wanna make sure all the Rimmers out there are living as best they can. Can you help me with that?”

Mortified. You were completely mortified. But, you supposed, it was sweet of Ace to ask. You just wished you weren’t so obviously in love with such an idiot.

“I’ll do my best. And Ace? About the alternate me… I like films. And plants. And going for walks. Not exactly thrilling, I know, but… Maybe she does too?”

Ace looked down at the floor, and if you hadn’t been so distracted by his great hair, you might’ve seen a flash of sadness cross his face.

“I can’t go back to my dimension. I’ll never see her again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Nevermind, hey, sweetheart. Ever onwards, as they say. Plenty more fish in the sea. It just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe there’s a dimension out there where we’re together.” Ace smirked. “Maybe this is it.”

Shaking your head, you tried to resist smiling, but it really was impossible when Ace was concerned.

“I’ll let you know.”

After Ace left, the ship felt tense and quiet.

It took you until late that evening to figure out what was so off. While the others were still gushing about how wonderful Ace was, Rimmer hadn’t spoken to anyone all afternoon. He didn’t even break his silence to bark orders at Kryten or chastise Lister for clipping his toenails in the kitchen.

It took you ages to find him. Wandering through A Deck, you called his name, poking your head in every room, but there was no sign of him. B, C and D Deck presented the same disappointing results.

Half exhausted from your trek, you considered giving up and just going to bed. It was late and Rimmer clearly didn’t want to be found, so why push it? Then you remembered what he’d said to you that night, when he described the hypothetical date he’d take you on.

The stairs up to the observation dome clanged underfoot, announcing your arrival long before you reached the summit. Your suspicions proved correct. You caught Rimmer scrambling to his feet. He’d been laying on his back, watching the stars, before you startled him.

He watched you, his brow furrowed slightly, like he was waiting for you to make fun of him. The thought hurt so you pushed it away.

“Hey, Arn,” You tried to smile. “Fancy a game of chess? Everyone else’s gone to bed so we’ve got the mess to ourselves.”

His eyes lowered to somewhere over your shoulder. Rimmer was silent but you could see his jaw working. His tongue poked irritably at the inside of his cheek, like he was investigating an achy gum.

“How was your date with Captain Flash?” he said eventually.

You rolled your eyes. You should’ve seen that coming, that one was on you.

“We just went for a walk, Arn. He’s nice. If a little…” You floundered for the right word before deciding he’d already pinned it down nicely. “Flash.”

Rimmer raised his eyebrows but said nothing, his tongue still pressing against the backs of his teeth.

“It’s funny,” You went on, even though the waters were starting to get choppy. “He told me there’s a version of me in his world too. And you’ll love this, she hates him.”

You thought that might cheer him up a little. Or, at the very least, make him smile or even laugh, it didn’t matter if it was scornful.

Rimmer’s lip did curl but only with disdain.

“Shocking.”

“Fancies her like mad, of course. But, hey, who can blame him?”

Still nothing. Rimmer’s gaze stayed somewhere over your shoulder. You wondered if that was simply where it felt safest to look right now. Staring at the ground or looking you in the eye would give too much away.

After a beat of silence, you wondered if you should just leave him to sulk. The stairs back down to the safety of the ship were looking more and more attractive, but you’d never been able to let sleeping dogs lie.

“Ace said he wanted to speak to you, before he went,” you said, slowly and steadily. “I think you should’ve gone to see him, Arn. I think he wanted to say goodbye to you properly.”

“Oh, he’s ‘Ace’ now, is he?” Rimmer sneered.

Baffled, you shook your head.

“That’s his name!”

“His name is Arnold. And what would I have to say to that goit? And since when did you become his carrier pigeon? Got you all wrapped around his finger like he has the others, has he?”

“Why are you being such a twat?”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You took a breath, forcing yourself to lower your voice. “You’ve been a snarky bastard ever since he turned up. What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s wrong! Him! He’s wrong!”

“He’s you, Rimmer.”

“He’s not me. He’s everything I could be but I was never given the chance!”

Something chimed in the back of your head, a voice telling you to take a step back and really think about what he meant by that.

It had been a long time since you argued with Rimmer, and even though it was often a wonderful source of entertainment, especially since you always won, this felt different. This mattered. And now your relationship was different (even if neither of you seemed to know in what way) you felt strangely responsible for Rimmer. You knew you were the only person in the whole wide universe who would care enough to ask why it hurt.

“Arn, please.” You stepped closer like you were approaching a scared animal, not wanting him to feel hemmed in. “Just talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Rimmer withdrew into himself as you came closer, still avoiding your gaze. Keeping his back straight and his chin high seemed to be a kind of armour, probably something his father had drilled into him at a young age.

“He had the schooling. He had better parents. He had the relationships and the girls and the looks and the prospects. He has everything I’ve ever wanted and worst of all, everyone loves him! He was only here five minutes and you all fawned over him like everything he touched turned to gold.”

“Rimmer,” You tried to keep your voice steady but your patience, after a long, tiring day, was incredibly fragile. “He had the same schooling as you. The same parents as you. He’s had everything you had, things just happened differently for him.”

“And that’s-”

“And that must be hard to watch, I know. But all this stuff you blame for the way you are, it all happened a million years ago. No, sorry, three million years ago. Everyone who bullied you is long dead.”

Rimmer snorted.

“Well, not everyone,” you conceded. “But everything that held you back and knocked your confidence is stardust now. There’s no excuse, Arn. Every time you criticise and run away and cheat and lie, it’s your choice.”

Silence fell hard. Such deafening, awful silence. It was suddenly abundantly clear to you that no one had ever spoken to Rimmer like that, and you didn’t know if you were the right person, or the last person in the world who should be putting him in his place.

Rimmer seemed just as shocked.

“Why are you doing this?” He barely got the words out from between his clenched teeth. “I thought you were my friend.”

“Rimmer, I am! That’s why I’m telling you! No one else will! They've just accepted that you’re a mardy bastard who’s never going to change but I’m not gonna let you get away with blaming everybody else for your mistakes.”

Something shifted in his face. A chink had appeared in Rimmer’s otherwise impervious armour. You thanked every star that sailed slowly by above your heads.

“You have friends, Arn. You have a purpose here. You have a second chance at life and I just- I worry that you’re squandering it.”

Rimmer’s nose wrinkled. You thought he might cut you down with an acerbic comment or even simply storm off. You wouldn’t blame him. Between Ace turning up, beautiful and resplendent, and you shouting at him, it had been a bit of a day for Rimmer.

When he spoke at last, his voice was lower and more grave than you’d ever heard it.

“What would you know about it?”

“I know you.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

He spoke quickly, spitefully, defensive beyond reasonable thought.

You sucked in a sharp breath. Heart hammering, you tried to remember that Rimmer was afraid and dismally bad at articulating what was going on inside his head. For someone who so desperately tried to bottle up his feelings, he wore his heart so vividly on his sleeve, and yet couldn’t describe what he saw there.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said quietly.

It seemed to bring Rimmer back into the room and remember who he was talking to. You watched his eyes as they switched about restlessly. Why did he have to hurt himself so much? When the whole universe seemed against him, why did he have to be his own cruel antagonist?

“I’m sorry,” Rimmer murmured. “I don’t think I’m the person you want me to be.”

Your chest felt like it could cave in.

Above your heads, the endless night sky seemed darker and emptier than ever. But if you tried, you could almost imagine you were home, back on Callisto or maybe on Io, where Rimmer grew up. Just the next moon. You’d missed him by a star-hop and found him again, against all odds, three million years from everything you had both ever known.

“You think I want him?”

“Why not? He’s actually real.”

“You’re real.”

“I’m not. I’m-”

“You’re real, Arnold.”

“He’s me but better.”

The idea was so painful, you couldn’t even laugh at it. Ace was great, he was handsome and brave and a whole skein of other positive adjectives, but he wasn’t yours.

“You’re so daft, Rimmer. You’re so stupid sometimes it makes me wanna scream.”

“Thanks, that really helps.”

“I just don’t know how else to show you that I care about you. You’re so important to me. It makes me so sad, Arn, I-”

Your voice cracked. It surprised you both.

Rimmer’s face finally softened. His shoulders went slack, like someone had cut all the strings keeping him upright. The voices in his head were finally quiet. His jealousy had been snuffed out. At last, you were the only people in the room.

“I’m not…” Rimmer raised a hand and curled his fingers towards his chest, until they tightened into a fist, almost like he wanted to hit himself. “I’m not worth all the trouble it takes to like me.”

Heart thudding, you drew in a shaky breath and tried very hard not to show just how much it hurt to know he thought that way. You wondered if the idea had always been there, a hissed, rasping voice that gnawed away in the back of his mind, or if it had taken the shock of today to make the thought clunk into place.

You stepped closer. He was only a hand’s breadth away now, not that it mattered. You couldn’t touch him, couldn’t slip your fingers through his, couldn’t hold his face in your hands as you said,

“You’re not hard to love, Arn.”

“I am. I am, I’m too much work.”

“Not to me.”

Rimmer’s eyes turned glassy, and you wondered if it was possible for holograms to cry. But the moment was gone as quickly as it appeared. Rimmer looked away and cleared his throat. When he looked back, the shine was gone.

“I’m…” His jaw worked awkwardly, like someone had punched it out of place. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You tried to smile but it didn’t meet your eyes. “I’m sorry too. You’re right, he’s not you. I shouldn’t have said that. And anyway, he’s not that great. He’s got a daft hairdo.”

Rimmer seemed to perk up considerably at that. He even managed a laugh that didn’t sound completely contemptuous.

With a sigh, he looked around before deciding to sit back down on the floor. You didn’t get a chance to wonder if that meant he was done with the conversation and wanted to be alone. Rimmer held up his hand, inviting you to sit down beside him. Cold and hard as the floor was, you followed without complaint.

You gazed up at the stars together, your arms behind you, supporting your weight, your legs stretched out on the rust-red floor.

You were so close, the agony of not being able to touch him felt worse than ever. If you just tilted your head to the side, you could rest it on his broad shoulder. If you let your foot lean to the left, the toe of your boot would brush his. His hip was almost against yours, his arm, his ribs, his thigh. Almost, almost, but never.

“Nice spaceship though,” Rimmer said after a moment.

You shrugged, making a non-committal noise.

“Eh, it’s not all that. ‘Ere, did you know there’s only three words in the English language that begin with ‘DW-’?”

Rimmer looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I didn’t. Only three? Surely not.”

“Not slang and nothing not in common use. Only three.”

“Is that what they taught you at university?”

You shot him a wry smile.

Rimmer’s distaste for your lack of cadet training and animosity whenever your five years at Callisto’s top university came up were still as strong now as the day you met. But you liked it. It made you laugh, and you needed grounding. He was cute when he was annoyed about how impressed he was by you.

“Amongst other things, Second Technician.”

“There’s another thing. Is the other you a lieutenant too? What if she’s doing even better? Don’t you feel even a bit jealous of her? I mean, she’s out there, thriving and having fun and meeting people and- I don’t know.”

Rimmer sighed, then added,

“Dwell.”

“Yep, two more.” You smiled. “And… A bit,” you admitted. “But I guess I’m pleased there’s a me out there who’s having a laugh. But then I am too. And it’s not all good for her. She hates her Rimmer. I really quite like mine.”

He turned his head. Now, he was so close, you could almost press your lips to his. Just a few inches, that’s all it would take. And a bit of bravery. And several great feats of technological advance.

He really did have quite a nice mouth when he wasn’t sneering and grumbling. You wondered what it would feel like to have Rimmer moaning against your lips, pressed so close, his nose ended up crammed against your cheek, his chest rising and falling raggedly under your hands.

Your time in Better Than Life was supposed to sate your curiosity, to give you just enough to get over the ache in your heart. But if anything, it had only made it worse, and not a day went by where you didn’t catch yourself daydreaming about Rimmer’s needy, clumsy hands, and the rumble of his voice against your throat.

Io, it was agony. He was right there, and he liked you, you knew he did. You could push him onto his back right here, right now, and he’d go so easily, you just knew it, and all the while he’d be whimpering and whining your name, those big, ungainly hands touching you everywhere.

“I would perhaps avoid calling me ‘your Rimmer’,” he said. “Makes me sound like a new kind of sex toy.”

You blinked, face burning. Panic shot through but quickly cooled again. He hadn’t read your mind, he was just making a silly joke to fill the silence, to make you laugh. Still, it was funny he should say that. It reminded you of that funny fantasy you’d had about straddling him and using his buzzing light bee as- Well, it didn’t matter now.

“Noted,” you managed to get out.

“Anyway, I like when you call me ‘Arnie’.”

“Yeah?”

He’d never told you that before.

“My parents called me ‘Arnold’. Or ‘idiot’. Everyone else just calls me ‘Rimmer’. Or ‘idiot’. You’re the only one who calls me ‘Arnie’.”

You beamed.

“My Arnie.”

You really couldn’t have sounded more unbearably wistful if you tried. If he noticed, Rimmer didn’t give anything away. But he was still looking at you, watching you, waiting, you thought, for you to say something else. But the starlight in his hazel eyes was enough to make you forget your own name, and you thought about those words again and again, my Arnie, my Arnie, my Arnie…

He turned his gaze back to the stars, tilting his chin back until you could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Are you going to be alright, Arn? You know you can always talk to me, don’t you?”

“I’m fine,” he lied, and you let him for now. “I just- For once, I just want someone to be proud of me. The way you all looked at him…”

“I’m proud of you, Arn.”

Rimmed sighed.

“You have to say that, you’re my friend. Oh, dwindle?”

Shaking your head, you waved your hand in front of his face. It was the nearest equivalent you had to taking his arm and turning him to look at you, or wrapping your fingers around his jaw and turning his head, something you thought about often.

“Listen to me, Arn,” you said seriously. “You are the most disciplined, organised, dedicated, hard working man I have ever met. You make sure Lister stays alive, you keep everyone safe, and you’ve had this voice in your head your whole life telling you that you’re not good enough, but you still try. I’m proud of you, Arnie. I think you’re amazing.”

Beneath the shiny green material of his uniform, Rimmer’s chest was rising and falling heavily, shuddering ever so slightly with every inhale. Again, you wondered if it was possible for holograms to cry, and if Rimmer would even let himself if he could.

“But I’m also a smeghead,” he said quietly, but he was smiling, just a tiny smile, but something.

You hummed, tilting your head, and watched his gaze follow your movements.

“Hmm, sometimes. And a coward. And you’re arrogant. And a self-serving pain in the arse.”

“Are you new to this whole ‘cheering up’ thing, darling?”

“But we all are. In one way or another.” You shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t notice how much you loved it when he called you that. “You’re only human.”

“You’re the only one who makes me feel like I am.”

Rimmer watched you for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek, then finally, he sat up straight.

“Could you do something for me? Go like this?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and hugged himself, his fingertips pressing into his own sides. Rimmer’s cheeks were tinged pink.

You copied him, hugging yourself tight. You tried to imagine it was Rimmer’s arms wrapped around you. You could almost feel his hands splayed on your back, keeping you close to his broad chest. It was heaven.

“You’re a soppy old git really, aren’t you, Arn. No, no! Don’t stop,” you said when he began to lower his arms. “Can you do the same?”

Rimmer smiled and hugged himself again.

You looked at each for a moment until you couldn’t resist any longer.

“This is so stupid.”

“A bit.” Rimmer laughed. “Nice though.”

“Yeah.”

You still didn’t lower your arms. Neither did he.

“When we get you a body, the first thing I’m gonna do is hug you.”

“Or punch me.”

“Depends how much of an idiot you’re being at the time.”

Rimmer, despite himself, still looked quite pleased.

He finally dropped his arms and turned his gaze back to the sky.

“Thanks, Lefty.”

Heart jittering, you rested your hands back on the floor. Your left passed through his right, your fingers entwined. He didn’t move away and neither did you.

“Anytime, Arn.”

You were silent for a while, then you heard Rimmer inhale, as if he was about to speak. You swallowed hard, your chest suddenly tight, wondering what on Jupiter he might be about to say.

“What was the last word?”

“I- What?”

“The third word beginning with ‘DW-’.”

“Dwarf, Rimmer.”

“Oh, for Io’s sake.”

Next Chapter

Master List

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer #chris barrie #my post #arnold rimmer imagine #arnold rimmer reader #arnold rimmer smut #arnold rimmer x reader #arnold rimmer x you #arnold rimmer you

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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My friend I do not know if you want to get request rn but I have this idea

So Bonten Ran meeting male reader for the first time, the reader works for Bonten but is hardly at the headquarters because of what he does, so no one really knew what kind of person he was, he was just like there and everyone knew him.

So for the first time Ran meets him and the reader is just blushing the whole time, not because he is flustered, it's just normal for him to blush in any kind of situation. But obviously Ran thinks it's because of him and acts like the reader is totally in love with him. "only because I'm blushing doesn't mean I like you" cue a kinda stunned Ran that then tries to make the reader actually fall in love with him

I hope you can work with it somehow

I love requests fam.

Also...

(name) (last name).

The shadow of Bonten.

He was Bontens thief and because of his profession in Bonten he was rarely at the headquarters and instead around the world stealing both precious items but also information and secrets from the enemy and governments alike.

So no one really knew what he looked like when he wandered into Bonten per request of Mikey.

Never the socialable person due to what he does, (name) doesn't talk to a lot of people.

Or really at all.

"Hmm? And who are you?" A sauve voice rang out, catching (name)s attention as he walked down the expensive hallway towards the meeting room and locked eyes with playful lavender eyes.

Not used to small talk and the like, (name) blushed slightly before turning around and speed walking away; unsure what to do in this situation.

Ran chuckled at the mystery mans expression, mistaking his discomfort for conversation as being flustered by Rans charms.

"Interesting..." Ran said to himself before stalking towards his prey, but sadly the pretty thing already vanished.

(Name) stealthily climbed through the vents before eventually reaching Mikey's office and hopping out Infront of the door and knocking.

The faint 'enter' was his only cue to go in.

It was mainly a briefing of the events in Moscow and the information he had collected, now in Mikey's hands.

"Sir, is it alright if I exit through your vent?"

Mikey raised his eyebrow as if telling him to continue and (name) sighed, Mikey surprisingly was one of the few people who didn't make (name) flustered... probably because (name) had the utmost trust in his boss.

"I'm avoiding a Haitani"

"Which one?"

"Ran..."

Ah yes.

The whore Haitani.

"I would say yes but sadly i can't because there are traps in mine specifically" Mikey explained and (name) deflated and trudged out when Mikey dismissed him.

At least he has a few days off...

Walking out he office, (name) tried to get away as fast as possible to avoid small talk and fluster himself again...but god seems to hate him.

"Ah there you are~"

Stiffening he slowly turned to see the tall haitani in all his glory, lopsided grin and all and (name) already wanted to smack him, hating himself for blushing despite being annoyed.

"So flustered...does someone have a crush on me~?" Ran said teasingly as he moved closer to the art thief who just glared at him but the blush really didn't make him look intimidating at all "just because I'm blushing, it doesn't mean I like you!" (Name) said angrily, catching the attention of the other Bonten members and only Koko recognized him as (name)s job involved making Bonten more money.

"(Name)? You're already back from Moscow?" Koko said with a raised eyebrow and (name) was thankful for the change of conversation and bowed professionally to his other boss "yes sir, I collected the item you wanted" (name) said with a blush but Koko had become aware of the others social skills---well lack of them.

"Excellent, well have a good day (name)" nodding (name) quickly made his exit, leaving the bonten executives alone.

"Koko, you know pretty boy?"

"(Name)? Yeah, everyone knows him but not a lot have actually seen him" Koko explained and Ran tried to remember where he heard that name, then it clicked.

"He's Bontens thief..."

"God you're slow, and now you made him annoyed with you"

"I thought he had a crush on me!"

" He blushes with almost everyone, he's shy and not great with small talk--- his job doesn't involve a lot of chit chat"

Ran took in this information and for some reason he wanted to get to know the art thief a bit more.

The next morning, (name) woke to no alarm and slowly got out of bed, jet lag killing him a bit.

He went about his day, going out and getting new clothes as the ones from his last mission were torn and fraying ay the edges.

What he wasn't expecting was that Haitani fucker at the same store he was at and much to his lack of luck he noticed him.

"What a suprise! Doing shopping?" Ran said with obvious fake suprise and (name) was nothing short of annoyed as he held his shopping bags as to say 'no shit'.

"What do you want haitani?" (Name) mumbled with a blush while continuing his shopping "what do you mean pretty boy?"

"Why are you so persistent? I'm not some whore for you to fuck and dump" (name) hissed out and glared at him with cherry red cheeks and God did ran wanna kiss him.

Ran was hooked and he accepted it and answered honestly, something he wasn't used to doing.

"I don't know but I want to"

"What?"

"I want to know you more, please let me know more"

This time (name)s blush was different, not from general fluster but because he didn't know how to react to his words.

"Fuck it up and I swear to God"

"I would never"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #ran haitani

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constantcrisis19 · 2 years

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Party Animal - Part 1

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

Word Count: 1,189

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You were at a movie theater when you saw a familiar camaro roar up the curb outside, cutting another car off and stealing the only open parking spot close by.

You watched through the window as Billy and a girl you recall seeing around school exited the vehicle, the girl immediately rounding the front of the car to cling to his arm as she giggled.

Billy gave her a sauve grin as they approached the ticket booth, spending only a few moments there before taking the tickets and making their way inside, the blond politely holding the door open for his date before moving toward where you were standing in order to join the line for concessions.

You watched the pair interact -despite not wanting to be noticed- unable to keep your eyes off of Billy. The blond was dressed nice, even nicer than usual, which was saying something because the man always came to school looking like an unattainable god.

Tonight he wore a smooth blue dress shirt that complemented his eyes and tan chest -which was shamelessly on display- with a tight set of dark jeans that hugged every incredible inch of his lower half.

It was totally unfair that a total douchebag like Billy was allowed to look that good.

“What would you like?” A bored voice pulled you out of your pity party of one and you tore your gaze away from the blond behind you in order to focus on the tired looking man at the counter. You flushed a bright red at being caught staring at Billy and rattled off your favorite candy to go with your small popcorn and soda. You spoke quietly in an attempt to avoid being recognized and -once you paid for your snacks- you beat a hasty retreat to the ticket taker, not daring to look back.

You hastily took your seat, the sparsely lit room allowing you to relax slightly as you settled in. It was still pretty early so it was just you and a couple other people in the theater, those who came with friends quietly chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the movie to start.

The lights had just dimmed when you heard a low chuckle, your head whipping over to the staircase so fast that something in your neck popped. The silhouette of Billy and his current date moved up the steps, each one taking them closer to the back row and, consequently, where you were seated.

You didn’t know whether to feel resigned to the universe and its cruel sense of humor or pissed off when Billy and his date decided to sit just a handful of seats away from you.

Suddenly every crinkle of your popcorn bag and groan of your chair when you shifted was deafening, every little noise you made causing you to nervously glance at the couple to your left. At this point you were paying more attention to Billy and his date than the movie you paid to see.

About halfway through the film, you decided that you wanted your candy, despite the commotion that unwrapping it would inevitably cause. You figured that getting it done quickly would be better in the long run, like ripping off like a bandaid, so you dutifully followed through with tearing the loud ass packaging until you had access to your treat.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as the scent of the delicious sweets registered, making you salvate. You eagerly popped some of the candy into your mouth as your eyes wandered over to the blond once again, only to choke on your mouthful of sugar when you met Billy’s gaze.

A slow smirk crept across his lips as you frantically sucked down some of your soda, trying to ease the lump of candy down your throat before you did something embarrassing...like die.

“You okay?” A sarrachine voice whispered just loud enough to be heard over the movie playing in the background. You cringed at the question and warily turned to Billy, your panicked swallows tapering off as you hesitantly pulled the straw away from your mouth in preparation to answer.

“Yeah. Fine.” You replied stiffly, valiantly avoiding direct eye contact with the blond by gluing your eyes to the front of the large room, watching as colorful blurs flitted across the screen. When the silence drew on, you dared to believe that maybe Billy had lost interest and would leave you alone for the remainder of the movie.

Though all your hopes were dashed when his honey-sweet baritone rang out.

“You should be more careful, I would hate to have to bend you over in public.” The blond stated nonchalantly, the mischievous glint in his eyes giving away that he knew exactly what his particular wording implied. You blinked at him uncomprehendingly for a few moments before your brain finally came back online, your face heating up.

“What?” You asked shakily, your gaze darting around the room like a skittish animal, taking special note of all the exits in case you needed to make an escape. Billy’s indifferent demeanor broke, his amusement peeking through the cracks as he leaned closer.

“Oh yeah. I’d have to wrap my arms around you, placing my hands at the base of your breast bone and thrust.” Billy purred with half-lidded eyes, his words floating across the distance between you. You stared at the blond in shock, your gaze shifting down to his mouth when his tongue peeked out from between pink lips before they curled up into a smug grin.

Honestly, leave it to Billy Hargrove to use the Heimlich maneuver as a way to flirt.

“Then -after I save your life- you can show your thanks by meeting me at Tina’s party on Wednesday.” He continued, the odd statement pulling you out of the trance that the blond’s soft voice and strange seduction had sent you into.

“Is that your roundabout way of asking me to go to the party?” Your gaze moved from his face to where his companion was sitting as you spoke, surprised to find the spot on the other side of him empty.

“I suppose it is. Will I see you there?” The blond prompted, dragging your attention back to him. You pursed your lips in thought as if you were actually considering his request. You had no intention of going but you had the feeling that if you wanted to avoid your time at school becoming hell, you had to say yes, even if it was a lie.

“Sure.” You reply uncertainly and Billy’s smile somehow seemed to widen even further before he turned back to the screen just in time for his current date to return, reclaiming her seat next to him. Billy threw an arm over her shoulders as he murmured something to the girl that you couldn’t make out, whatever it was he said causing her to laugh.

By the time the movie ended you were a nervous wreck and you bolted from the building without even a backward glance as soon as the credits began to roll.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #anxious reader #social anxiety #high school shenanigans #awkward conversations #shameless flirting #billy has a crush #ongoing series #part 1

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warning this post has a LOT of cartomancy talk

Every other time I start P4G it drops this extremely important configuration. I cannot fucking deal with the right button being cancel, it's WRONG. Bottom is cancel, right is confirm, and I will kick the ass of anyone and everyone who says different.

Anyway.

sigh. if Akihiko were here, he would go into Sauve Mode and remind me he's here to protect me with his awesome crit skills. Hell, so would Aigis and Junpei. /DREAMY LOOK INTO THE HORIZON OF ANOTHER LIFE

anyway, soccer it is!

Which..... doesn't seem to matter because I hang out with both of the options anyway? wh-what's the point in choosing? OH WELL.

STRENGTH SOCIAL LINK: GET. I have zero opinion on these guys yet, I've known them for like 10 minutes. I have a scene with them later that's basically them asking if I like urban areas or rural more, so like. We're not dealing with a lot of depth yet.

Koromaru was Strength in P3P and was actually a very good one. Strength is infamously not about physical strength but emotional, particularly controlling the danger around you with personal fortitude. The de rigueur Strength symbolism is a woman and a lion with her calmly holding the lion in place, sometimes her hands on its mouth to prevent its attack.

Koromaru's S-Link was all about helping Koromaru act as the guardian of Iwatodai and particularly the area about the Naganaki Shrine, often assisting people who needed help. He's also very good at de-escalating situations. A very good boy and a very good Strength card.

So what we're looking for with the jocks here is an arc of emotional control and standing near something dangerous without flinching.

[/hot cartomancy talk]

ALSO ONE OF THE SHOP OWNERS RUNS A COOL LITTLE BAR AT NIGHT? I'm not allowed to go yet. GOD I want to. She seems so cool.

what th

okay.

wait, that's a real book and fairly modern literature. They're talking about fucking Murakami in this game??? That is fucking wild.

So I'm kicking off the Marie social link, and Yosuke rolls up. Other characters show up in SLinks way more often in this game. In P3P it was Shinjiro and Fuuka who did a lot of overlapping, but not really anyone else. Yosuke just ROLLS UP HERE and.

/squints at Yosuke

yeah what do you mean, Yosuke. /squints more

i'm sorry what did you just say

i feel like an ancient memory was just unlocked from my fucking skull. I knew Peachi way way way way way back when on Livejournal, we were contemporaries in the Metal Gear fandom. Holy shit that's so weird to see them referenced in Golden.

AEON SOCIAL LINK: GET. Marie feels "nostalgic" about Inaba and starts idly composing poetry while we walk around.

If you are expecting insight on the Aeon, I cannot help you. It's definitely not a standard card in RWS, and I think is an artefact of the Thoth deck.

Lemme google the card and just look at it.

Whoa wait. So Persona is playing fast and loose with the Arcana. Thoth is supposed to replace Strength with Lust and Justice to Adjustment. Aeon is supposed to replace Judgement, but P3P had Judgement. I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW IF P4 DOES THE SAME, but I'm not googling that, it sounds like Hella Spoilers.

Anyway. Aeon. Has a lot of the same heralds as the penultimate step of the Fool's Journey, but while Judgement is often about An Event, the biblical shit of the trumpets and angels descending, all that shit, Aeon is a much more person climax, the cracking of the egg and the burst of new consciousness. The dark archway over the Aeon is Nuit, Nyx, the night. There's spiritual symbols in it, so it's sort of like a synthesis of the trials of Star-Moon-Sun. It's a bit reductive, maybe, but as someone who isn't a huge fan of Judgement because it's just really tied to Revelations christianity shit, Aeon is interesting.

Since I'm aware that Aigis basically takes over as MC if you play The Answer in P3P, the Aeon suits her astonishingly well, as her journey is a culmination that mimicks the MC's.

So, Marie is the Aeon, currently stuck in the blue velvet darkness of the liminal limo and due to come out into the light to synthesize the spiritual madness of the Moon with the hope of the Star and the clear vision of the Sun.

Maybe. I say this having not really known wtf Aeon was ten minutes ago.

Where the fuck was I?

RIGHT, saving Yukiko. I headed back into the TV on 4/21 and powered through some floors. Compared to Tartarus, this is easy-peasy.

Shadow Yukiko strikes me as very.... lazy. She was born into a destiny she doesn't want, but is also completely unwilling to push back against it. She's submissive to the desires of her family and the needs of the Amagi Inn, but under the surface is festering with frustration she won't voice.

I truly genuinely wonder if her family even has an inkling she's so unwilling to take on ownership of the inn, or if she's never told them. Like, I have no idea. Not that I think saying so would get her out of it, but it's sure Something to just... grow this dense ball of resentment in yourself without even cluing people in.

ANYWAY Chie is her prince. Yukiko wouldn't make a terrible Rose Bride, lmao.

Well. Given how Chie introduced Yukiko to Reverie and talks about her, I'm not sure Chie knows that Yukiko hates her destiny either. lmao girl you gotta fucking communicate like any of this at all to anyone.

Yukiko has severe doormat issues.

SHE SAID THE THING!!!!!

Well, this one is less exciting. A powerful bird in an opulent cage with an open door and the lock clearly visible and undone. Yukiko, I would hazard, really enjoys being special, being essentially a noble of the town.

And she may have the power and opportunity to fly away from her cage, but beyond its light is a big unknown. It might not be as comfy. So, she wants the perks of being someone important but lashes out against the expectations that come with it.

That's my read anyway. /jazzhands

Chie full on crying is very sweet. Not much resistance to the label of Prince, huh Chie?

Yukiko's persona is Konohana Sakuya. I went "oh shit like from Okami" and then wanted to smack myself.

Yukiko needs to go home, she is Le Tired. We outie!

(SIDENOTE I AM VERY CONFUSED. I started to die in this fight and purposefully ate shit to get it over with faster so I could try again, but the game was like "want to retry?" and I was like "oh man what a nice QOL feature, yeah retry!" and it REVIVED EVERYONE TO MAX HP/SP BUT SHADOW YUKIKO WAS STILL AT LIKE 15% HP. which is.... not what I wanted. that's super weird, I just wanted a do-over.)

last thing to wrap up

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE JESTER ARCANA

oh now we just MAKING SHIT UP i see. Aeon i was AWARE OF as a Thoth thing. I have scored my cartomancy app and Jester ain't a real arcana to my knowledge. It sounds like it could be from the Tarot de Marseille, but I've never seen it before. (TdM was more game-y than other styles, similar to Lenormand, so you can more easily "play" it.)

I... am thrown. Is that an Arcana with an S-Link? What the hell.

#p4 #persona liveblog #cartomancy

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Micky Henry, dark, noncon.

August.

You come home to Micky’s friend’s apartment from getting your visa extended. “Hello…?”

Mickey bursts from the kitchen in nothing but scuba glasses and his tighty whiteys brandishing a knife, “Excuse me?? Who are you and why are you in my home??”

You burst out laughing at the sight. He drops the knife and advances on you and slaps you hard on the ass, “OoW!”

“What’re you laughing at ? Huh? Yiu wanna fight? Huh?”, he says with a fake sneer, and you delightedly say “ Yes!”So you fake spar with him as he easily wins the fight by restraining your punches and getting you in a bear hug. You’re laughing like a kid. He then picks you up and messily blows raspberries on your exposed belly. “Oh you think thats funny, huh?,” he says in comically fake anger, as he jostles you in his arms, “I’ve got something really funny for you,” he says as he pulls you around his hips and rocks you on his hardening cock thats pressing into your clothed pussy. He kisses your face and blindly staggers over to the couch and lowers you onto it, dropping you before you reach it. He falls around you and you lol like kids. Then he fucks you very lovingly.

December.

“Oh thank god-,” Mickey says, as he tries to welcome home-hug you, but you push his hands off. He shuts the door after you come in from you jail stint. You’re stunned and pissed that he somehow got out of jail early and didn’t even try to get you out. Micky keeps trying to put his hands on your shoulders, your arms. He wants you to listen to him, to understand, but you feel like he’s trying to control you and you become even more pissed off at him. You slap away his hands, hard, “Get your hands off me.” He’s upset, frustrated, and its turning to anger with how unreasonable you’re being; its on his face, in his voice. When you yell at him about your ex, he still has his composure, but he starts to unravel. “I don’t give fuck about Christos! It’s always Christos with you-,” he spats out. You’re always talking about your ex , and Mickey always feels emasculated when you do, even if he doesn’t show it. He knows he’s a fuckup, a loser, while Christos is a big shot, sauve, and condescending to him. You dramatically put your hand over your eyes and wail, “I knew I should have gone back to Chicago, Fuck you, Mickey!”

Mickeys restraint breaks. He gets down in your face, “Fuck me? Fuck ME?? Am I the one who told me to get naked?”Am I the one who fought a cop?” He walks you back into the wall. “Or was it YOU???”

You feel hurt and theatened by his demeanor. You’ve never seen him this angry before. But when he says “You,” you get mad and slap him across the face, hard enough to whip it to the side. He’s stunned, and before he can think, he’s slapped you back. He’s breathing heavy, he instantly regrets it, but some deeper part of him thinks you deserved it and he feels justified. He pulls your hand from your cheek and kisses you fiercely. When you don’t respond, he kisses you brutally, his hands all over you, to prove that you belongs to him. Then he puts you over his shoulder and walks off to the bedroom. You pound on his back and kick your foot into him, and he cracks you hard across your ass, then throws you down on the bed. He knows he fucked up bad, but he’s furious and horny, and he takes it all the way with you, fucking you without restraint. Both of you are in tears by the end, for different reasons.

What part do you want me to expand on for this one? It's already written out really well lol!

#rose answers #anon #anon ask #anon smut #mickey henry

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Charub Blogs: Side A, kratamis

HELLO WORTHLESS HUMANS, I AM COMMUNICATING WITH YOUR SHIT TEIR WORLD FROM A SAFE LOCATION. THE COMMUNICATIONS FROM HERE ON OUT TO HOPEFULLY ESTABLISH AN EMOTIONAL BOUND BETWEEN ME AND THE LISTERNERS, I SHALL FOSTER THE "PARASOCIAL" RELATIONSHIP. THUS WHEN I MANAGE TO ESCAPE THIS "SAFE LOCATION", YOU WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO WELCOME ME, YOUR NEW FAVORITE CONTENT CREATOR AS YOUR NEW SUPER COOL BEST FRIEND AND UNDISPUTED RULER.

NOW LET US BEGIN, THE CONTENT THAT i BRING TO YOU IS THUS!!!

I WILL BE REVIEWING THE MEDIA YOU HUMANS HAVE MANAGED TO CREATE. SOME OF IT WILL DO NOTHING MORE THEN TURN MY GOD DAMN STOMACHS, BUT IN INTREST OF RULEING OVER YOU, I SHALL WITHSTAND IT. YOU MAY NOW APPLAUD MY MOTHERFUCKING BRAVERY.

HERE IS MY FIRST MOVIE

ITS CALLED "RASH-O-MON".

I DONT THINK I WAS SUPPOSED TO WATCH THIS ONE FIRST TO GET INTO HUMAN CINEMA, I FEEL LIKE IM MISSING ALOT AND LEARNING WAY TO MUCH AT THE SAME TIME. BUT GIVEN THE UTTER POWER OF MY BRAIN i CAN COMPREHEND IT ANYWAYS.

AS I UNDERSTAND IT, ITS A STORY OF THE CONCEPT OF A LIE AND I GUESS WHAT ITS USED FOR? EACH STORY THEY TELL IS A LIE BUT TO SERVE A DIFFERENT PURPOSE?

FUCK, I GUESS I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHAT ITS ABOUT? UH... A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES SIT AROUND IN A RAIN STORM TALKING ABOUT A REAL FUCKED UP STORY THEY ALL HEARD SLASH WERE PART OF SLASH SAW WITH THEIR OWN EYES. COOL YOU KNOW EVERYTHING NOW, ITS LIKE A "ANTHOLOGY" BUT ITS THE SAME FUCKING STORY.

ANYWAYS THEY ALL LIE BECAUSE THEY ALL WANT SOMETHING OUT OF TELLING THE LIE, RIGHT?

SO BANDIT BITCH LIES BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOOK LIKE SOME SAUVE BADASS OR WHATEVER

THE WOMAN LIES BECAUSE OF SOMETHING, IM NOT SURE YET. i THINK ITS BECAUSE SHES NOT HAPPY WITH HER ACTIONS IN THE STORY SO SHE WANTS TO PRETEND THAT SHE DID THE RIGHT THING, WHICH HONESTLY NEAT. OBJECTIVLY THE RIGHT THING TO DO, IF YOU FUCKED UP? NO YOU DIDNT. YOUR FORCE OF WILL SHALL ERASE THAT FUCK UP, THE FUCK UP FUCKED UP BY TRYING TO ATTACH ITSELF TO YOU.

THE SAMURAI LIES BECAUSE HE FELT LAME, WHICH HE KINDA WAS? HUMAN EXPERTS, EXPLAIN TO ME IF SAMURAIS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LAME WHEN EVER CONVIENT TO ME.

THEN THE WOOD CUTTER WHO WAS THERE TELLS A WHOLE DIFFERENT THING WERE EVERYONE INVOLVED SUCKS, THE PRIEST FINDS A BABY AND FLIPS SHIT BUT THATS ABOUT IT.

ITS A GOOD MOVIE. i THINK, I AM UNSURE OF THE MOVIES QUALITY BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY THE VARY FIRST HUMAN MOVIE I EVER WATCHED AND I THINK THAT WAS A MISTAKE.

THERE. YOU HAVE RECIVED "CONTENT", YOU MAY HELP IN THE CREATION OF NEW "CONTENT" BY GIVING ME SUGGESTIONS OF WHAT MOVIES TO REVIEW. YOUR PARTICIPATION WILL BE REWARDED BY SPECIAL TITLES IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER.

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thegetoufather · 2 years

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UNDERGROUND FINDS • EREN JAEGER

eren jaeger x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni, no smut but its suggestive (its a morning after fic), dub con because its sex under the influence of alcohol, but they were consenting!

a/n: happy halloween!! enjoy this fic thats some how about my two favorite boys <3

The hangover kicks in the minute you try to open your eyes, a dull thud against your brain that makes you want to shield your eyes from the sunlight that's peeking through the blinds.

You press the heels of your palms to your eyelids, hoping the pressure would send some much needed blood to your head to help you combat the morning. The light is less harsh when you open your eyes again, and it takes you a few slow blinks to adjust to the surroundings.

And then, it hits you.

You aren't in your room.

There’s a faded Goodfellas poster on the wall to your right, hanging next to a dog eared Pulp Fiction poster. The shelf by the window has textbooks that have never been opened, seeming to have more use as a rest for the lime green gaming headset for the Xbox that sits on the lower rack of the shelf.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to so you can take everything in — the extensive candle collection, presumably to hide the stench of the weed that sits in the glass canister next to the spiced amber candle, the Tame Impala record on the vinyl player, and the piece de resistance — the Sports Illustrated poster that hangs up on the ceiling above the bed. You blink several times in disbelief, opening back up to the faded view of Kate Upon’s boobs spilling in your face.

It's a miracle the walls of the room still look that shade of eggshell white with how many red flags were plastered everywhere.

The ache between your legs tells you in spite of his personality he must have been a stupidly good lay, and you muster up the courage to look over next to you and face your mistake, seeing a muss of brown hair behind the well defined bicep that holds the pillow. He stirs, shifting up so you can see the mess of liner on his forehead and you groan, the pieces finally coming back and you finally realize who you went back with from the Halloween party last night.

“God, not you,” you say under your breath.

“Not me?” The deep rumble responds, the scratches of his morning voice sending a betraying tingle down your spine. “What's wrong widme?”

“Everything.”

“Yeah?” He pushes himself up, head resting on his palm as he looks down at you on your pillow. “Explain.”

“I don’t feel like arguing with the name of someone I can’t remember.”

“It’s Eren. You had no trouble screaming it last night, ya know.”

“God, see, this is what is wrong with you,” you groan, clutching the grey comforter to your chest as you rise up from the bed. “I said I would be done with guys like you here and yet, here I am.”

He laughs, running his hand through his hair as he watches you pick yourself up, gaze lingering shamelessly on the curve of your ass as you pick through the mess of his floor for your underwear.

“Oh then, who would you have wanted to go home with? The guy dressed up as James Bond?”

You pause, thinking back to the boy with the dusty blonde hair in the suit with the unbuttoned white shirt. He was sauve, handing you a White Claw with a grin as he welcomed you into the frat house. It was your only interaction with him, but you can’t help but think about what could have been as you face the boy in front of you.

“Sure, he actually put effort into his costume,” you reply as you put on your panties.

“Well, two things to say to that. One, he’s taken, dating the guy dressed like Q,” Eren says.

“Oh.”

The rest of the image comes back to you, thinking about the freckled boy in glasses and a sweater vest that slid up next to James Bond and cheekly squeezed his ass.

“And secondly,” Eren continues, bringing you back to reality, “What’s wrong with my costume?”

The rumpled Hawaiian shirt by your bra serves as the reminder, thinking back to when you saw him in the loud red floral shirt by the beer pong table. He had fake purple gauges in, a set of Frankenstein scars on his forehead with his half hair tied up in a loose bun.

“Hey,” he had said, raising the solo cup in his hand in greeting.

You giggled back in response, the alcohol flowing in your veins making you bolder as you tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. “And who are you supposed to be, handsome?” you asked.

“Oh, you wouldn’t get it, it’s from a pretty underground anime.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink before looking back at the game.

“The problem wasn’t your costume,” you reply. “It's how you said who you were.”

“How was I supposed to know you watch Jujustu Kaisen?”

“It’s one of the most popular anime of the year. Also ‘underground anime’?” You add air quotes for emphasis, “It’s in Shonen Jump, moron.”

“Well, Getou is underrated,” he defends.

“Not to manga readers. Also, watch what happens when the movie comes out, then we’ll talk.”

“Oh, so you want to talk to me again?” He grins, and you ball up his shirt to pelt back at him.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Whatever you say, princess. Also, while you’re giving me shit on my costume being last minute, let's talk about you.” He plucks the bunny ears on his nightstand to wave in front of you, twirling the headband between two fingers. “What were you supposed to be, an emo playboy bunny?”

“Ha ha ha,” you say flatly before snatching it from his hands. “It was actually supposed to be Bad Bunny, a play on words.”

“Oh, no way!” He exclaims. “I have him on vinyl, you know.”

“Oh really? Thought he would be too mainstream for you.”

“Ha ha ha,” he mimics before reaching out to grab your hand. You turn back to look at him and he’s pulling you on top of him, and you reach out to stabilize yourself on his pecs before you crash into his face.

You’re a breath away from him, close enough to see the flecks of blue in his sparkling green eyes that look at you deviously, the soft freckles that blend into the tan skin of his cheeks, and how just how pink his lips are. He’s even more irritatingly handsome at this distance, your body betraying you as you melt into the hand he has resting into the small of his back.

“Look,” Eren begins, “We may have gotten off on the wrong foot here, but, I like you. You’re spunky and clearly have good taste in things, and from what I can remember from last night, we clearly had fun together, yeah?”

He jostles you for good measure, morning wood rubbing against your pussy. Your eyelashes flutter with the motion, and his grin just gets wider, satisfied with how he’s emphasized his point.

“So,” he begins, pushing some of your hair out of your eyes, “Let me take you to breakfast. Let’s learn a little more about each other before you toss me aside as ‘another one of those guys.’ I know a great place, really unheard of with killer pancakes.”

“Oh? Where exactly do you plan on taking me?”

“IHOP.”

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warmau · 3 years

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Love Struck!AU x SF9

lately i just need to write about every member of every kpop group being in capital L love. find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz

youngbin

overcompensates with selfless acts that go above and beyond what any person deserves

offers to carry your bags, learns about plumbing when you mention you have a leaky faucet, asks if you want him to drive you to your appointments which you are perfectly fine getting to on your own

if there was a puddle of mud on the ground, youngbin would throw his brand new jacket over it just so you could walk over it

even though you could literally just. walk around it

doesn't even realize he's overdoing it

he just loves you and therefore knows he has to show it at any given part of the day

but not like in an aggressive manner

just a small smile and a "i can pick you up and drop you off if you want!"

dawon: actually, youngbin, we have practice at that tim-

youngbin, shoving a sandwich down dawon's throat: so you said noon right?

when you respectfully decline any of his help, mostly because you are worried you're using your friend for his kindness, everyone assures you that's not it

actually everyone is super confused how you haven't seen why it is weird that youngbin would commit hours of research for you when you ask offhandedly if you should visit europe for the summer and then show up at your door with ten pamphlets on different european destinations 'by chance'

because - that's weird - and weird means, in the great way of sf9, that he has a crush on you

"youngbin, you're being so nice to me these days how could i ever repay you?

youngbin about to say that there's nothing you need to do, he just likes being able to help

dawon, shoving a sandwich down youngbin's throat for revenge and also to answer on his leader's behalf: "actually, if you could finally go on a date with him - i think that would repay it."

you get all shy and murmur that you don't know if youngbin wants that, and youngbin can only vigorously nod that he does

(due to the sandwich)

inseong

no clue if puppy syndrome is a thing, but he's got it

the human embodiment of big puppy eyes whenever you're around, big puppy pout, big puppy wagging his tail at just the mention of your name

even without all that - the energy that exists around inseong when you are near him and giving him attention - it's enough to quite literally blow everyone and everything else away

and there are lasting effects

as in you walk away from the conversation and fifteen minutes later inseong still can't make out a single word, just chin on his palm - daydreamy look in his eyes

jaeyoon tries snapping his fingers in his face, tickling him, even flicking his best friend straight on the forehead but.

nothing.

the only way he breaks out of the spell you cast on him is either a long time passes or you show up again and inseong is back at your full attention

it's getting bad, like to a point where he walks into walls or drops his phone in the sink when he starts thinking about you

incidents where he nearly topples over onto poor chain who is like get off of me you are built like a skyscraper

or just flat out doesn't move a muscle in the right direction during practice and it's literally driving youngbin mad

so jaeyoon (like the best friend he is) arranges for you to come hang out with him but tada it's actually a candlelight dinner in the sf9 kitchen he and the rest of the boys set up for you and inseong

and you're like w....whats all this and inseong is like i don't know either

and jaeyoon (who like the best friend he is picked the nicest smelling candle from the tj maxx sale aisle) appears and lights it and is like this is for you two to confess and for inseong to be cured of puppyism

you: puppyism?

inseong, red as a tomato: i think he means like the way i act around you like a - um -

jaeyoon: like a lovesick puppy, so like....collar him or whatever

you and inseong both looking at him like do what? and jaeyoon is like sorry that didn't come out right

either way you get the point please date the oversized man whose brain wont work unless you give him a kiss

jaeyoon

opposite of his best friend, jaeyoon doesn't need to fall over his feet when he's lovestruck

he will literally just let you know how he feels

"i like you"

you smile at him and laugh, "i like you too!"

and jaeyoon is like amazing so we are both "liking" each other how lovely how nice

and that is....................where it ends

he literally is so preoccupied with the concept of confessing that he forgets the part where he has to like.

confirm the relationship

so for like a month after you are both just saying 'i like you' to each other and he thinks it's romantic and you still think it's platonic

it's a mess

he keeps asking himself when the right time to ask you to go to the movies with him is, if he should pull out the home cooking - why haven't you pulled out the home cooking? do you not "like" him enough for that?

he paces around before you come over because is he dressed too casual - i mean he's your boyfriend, he should put effort into it right?

and then you show up and nothing is different and everything is the same and when inseong is like

jaeyoon you're dating them right, why don't you guys like kiss? and jaeyoon is like holy shit i haven't even thought about that yet

and dawon is like how have you not thought about that kissing is all i think about ever

and so jaeyoon's head gets even more scrambled because now you come over and he's like ..... kiss......lips......mouth...hand? kiss on mouth...hand...lips.....hug?

and you're like what? and he's like hug lips mouth? and you're like jaeyoon are you ok?

oh my god at some point you're both alone and jaeyoon is walking you home or something and he reaches out to grab your hand because like that's normal right? people dating do that right?

and you're like oh! and he's like is this ok? and you're like a-does it mean something?

and jaeyoon is like it means the same thing as i like you....you know....like how i said it a month ago and i just thought we could take the next step-

he's rubbing his neck and blushing and he has always been sauve and straightforward and it dawns on you that the entirety of this month he has been saying he likes you like in that way

and you're like wait you like-love me? and he's like yes wait what did you think- and you're like i thought it was like-like ....like friend like?

you and jaeyoon just staring at each other and then he's like should i let go of your hand then

and you're like no. actually just kiss me we've wasted a LITERAL month

dawon

always the class clown, being lovestruck somehow only tends to make it worse

but not worse like oh he gets louder and cracks more jokes.

my man has upgraded to mildly dangerous body humor.

you are all together and dawon is suddenly like you guys think i can climb that uneven, rickety tree? and youngbin is like no and you're like no but dawon is like it'll be fun just watch

dawon: should i drink spoiled milk

you: why-

dawon: im hardcore it'll be fine - look im just a goofy guy who - oh my god. call an ambulance.

the idea is that every time you are in the vicinity and glowing like an angel without a halo dawon is like

gotta do something so outrageously stupid that it grabs their attention and/or lands me in a situation where i can excuse myself to run away from my feelings. perfect.

it's literally the dumbest logic on the planet

everyone tells him it's the dumbest logic on the planet

but dawon is convinced it's the best reaction to....to the butterflies in his stomach

of course, you don't find any of it amusing, you are just in a constant state of worry

one time dawon takes it too far and probably tries to do something that could actually seriously hurt him

and you stop him by grabbing him and being like stop - i don't know why you don't care about yourself but i care about you so stop being stupid

and dawon is staring down at you like

"pause, you care about me? like on a scale of 1-10 how muc-"

you kiss him and mutter a "11" and dawon thinks he sees stars

youngbin thanking you profusely like we were worried for his actual literal life

zuho

rather scream into the void than confront how he feels about you

the private twitter account is blowing up with tweets about how he wants to hold your hand and how that makes him pathetic

dawon replying under each of them: tru

rowoon replying under each of them: not true!!!!! love is awesome!!!! pog as chani would say!!!!!!

you talk to him about something and his ears are full of white noise and he cant help but think about how your face is somehow the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and how he could write a whole album about the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes and -

you ask him what he thinks and he can only reply with a sound that is both pained and high pitched and when you raise your eyebrow he's like gtg uh feed my cats

when you're around he disappears to "feed his cats" like . ten times

surprisingly being a lovestruck fool does fuel his ability to make music

but it is also sad and about being heartbroken and the members are like hey do you wanna talk about it and zuho is like no

there are spotify playlists with your name, there are journal entries about you, there are iPhone notes app scribbles about you

he's down bad

everyone knows he's down bad

you also figure out he's down bad and so you finally confront him

except you're like......... zuho who are you in love with? ill help you if i can

and he looks at you like a deer in headlights because that's the most bizarre shit you could ask him

and because of the shock he blurts out the truth

"you. i love you."

screams after and you jump up and he's like i need to leave and you're like AT LEAST LET ME SAY IT BACK?????

rowoon

it's the cluelessism of it all

he looks at you one day and instead of just being a person you are beaming at him like a direct sunray and he's like woah! weird!

he just kind of becomes more clumsy around you since you've got this new effect on him

trips over his big feet, giggles randomly while you're talking, forgets he's in the middle of the street when you're walking by his side and someone has to honk three times for him to start walking again

honestly no one can tell what's wrong with him

because is he like ... is it early onset amnesia? is he just spacing out?

even chani notices the shift because rowoon has gone from annoying him to laying half off the couch with his hand in an empty pringles can

"what are you thinking about?"

rowoon just mutters your name and chani is like .... i don't know about all this but maybe you like them?

reality hits rowoon like a freight truck .... liking you? that's new

he googles 'what to do when you like someone?' literally googles it

tries to show you by playing it cool, tries to show you by showering you in random compliments but he's tongue tied when you smile so he's like i love your hair it looks like. cheese

embarrasses himself over and over and over until he just hunches himself over one day and is like

why is liking someone so hard? isn't it supposed to be easy?

and you're like haha i know the feeling, ive liked someone for so long but he never takes a hint and rowoon is like omg who

and you look at him and you're like well he's a tall clueless handsome guy

and rowoon stares at you like he sounds nice

and you're like you

and he's like oh that's nice - WAIT

taeyang

flirts with you but it flops because he's been flirting with you since you first met

so you cannot tell the difference and taeyang is like what am i doing wrong

inseong: karma for always winking and calling them cute when now you want them to do it back to you

taeyang: shuttup sad old man

inseong: you've been hanging out too much with chani. sniffle

he decides ok so regular flirting doesn't work, so what about lowkey flexing?

he wears the expensive watch and puts his hand in front of you like, hey and you're like hi? and he's like notice anything? and you're like .... um..... oh, your tag is sticking out of your shirt! and taeyang is like .........F

ok so not flexing, what about compliments?

he piles like ten of them on you and you're like oh - thanks, but i don't really like this outfit anyway and he's like....F

ok so not flexing, compliments, let's try playing hard to get

he gives you the cold shoulder when you come over and you immediately are like taeyang are you mad at me if you are im sorry so stop being a weirdo and he's like........F

finally he just reverts to himself and just keeps up the regular flirting and the soft touches and smiles

and he realizes the difference now is when he flirts - he just has to follow up on it

so when he asks " i cant taste my lips, can you do it for me?"

and you reply with "sure" and roll your eyes

he just . does kiss you and you're like oh.

and he's like well what do you say and you're like your lips taste sweet and he's like NO I MEAN-

you just kiss him again because now you get what he actually means LOL

hwiyoung

sulks when you're not around, and then doesn't go near you when you are around

it's like please make up your mind

is the definition of if i stare at you long enough you will fall in love with me right?

but he stares from ten feet away

it takes everyone all their strength to drag him out of his room when you're over and even then he puts his hoodie up and plays with his shoelaces and acts like he's a five year old

when he gets put next to you in the car ride somewhere he almost passes out from holding his breath from nervousness and you turn to him and you're like hwi you're turning purple?!?!?

you tap his shoulder when he isn't looking and call him hwi~ and he thinks his knees like. give out he crumbles to the floor and you're like oh my god are you sick??!?!!?

to put it simply, being in love forces him to lose his human ability to live

gets a pep talk from literally every member about how he cannot act like this. it's giving you the wrong impression and yet he just

he can't do anything about it you enter his personal space and the little nerves in his brain go haywire

"i don't want them to think im being rude, but it's kind of like im allergic to them."

"oh - you're allergic to me?"

hwiyoung turns and you're giving him a look and he's like oh god i mean - i don't - i mean like -

and he doesn't know what to say but you just giggle and you're like "fine, if you're allergic we'll have to make immune"

and he's like blinking like wha-

you wrap your hands around him and he's like !!!! and you're like here just take me in large doses until you build up immunity ok?

hwiyoung nodding because he has forgotten the entirety of the korean language

chani

realizes he's being freaking weird when he bails on his plans to eat and game to hang out with you

prioritizing social interaction over being alone in his room......now that's not normal

yes, ok, so he likes you - but now he's like

no one can ever know that. i will not be left alone if anyone finds out.

unfortunately, he asks jaeyoon of all people if he knows what food you like and jaeyoon is like

OH YOU WANNA ASK THEM ON A DATE RIGHT SO YOU WANNA LOOK UP RESTAURANTS WITH THAT FOOD RIGHT?

chani standing in the doorway like. what. no....

the minute chani starts picking the spot next to you when you're all together is his downfall

the entire world knows how he feels and he's like oh fuck seriously

he helps you go shopping and he comes home and every member is just like :) tell us about the date :)

and he's like SHUTTUP

calls you by a nickname and rowoon almost chokes on his food in surprise, because chani?????? gave someone???? a nickname????? and it isn't a combination of the word ass and hole?????

he cannot escape the fact that little things for others, are big things for him

being attentive and caring and even just smiling in your presence is enough to give away how he's feeling

let alone he dropped a rank in league so everyone is like ah - he's distracted with someone~!

it gets unbearable to a point where chani is like i cant live with these people always bothering me so im just going to confess

he pulls you aside and is like "i want to date you - is that ok?" and you're like of course, was wondering when you'd ask dummy and he's like,,,,,,listen,,,,

assumes the teasing will die down when you both come into the room holding hands

BUT OH IS HE WRONG

inseong: i got dibs on being the wedding planner, eat dirt youngbin

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