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virtuallyjimin · 7 months

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Probably, some controversial opinions

I remember back in Face era when we were complaining about how short Jimin's promotion period was and a lot of armys were saying that it had to be this way because they have no time but apparently there is a lot of time for other members like Jungkook who has been promoting since he released Seven in July and he'll continue to promote probably until December even, i have seen that man's face more than my mom's at this point.

It's just frustrating for me as a fan because i think that Jimin's first solo album has been something that i, as a fan, was waiting and expecting for so long and the fact that everything felt so rushed and short is sad and heartbreaking. It doesn't change the fact that it was really meaningful, it made history and it changed me as a person, i love that album so much but i just wish we have gotten more of jimin with his solo album.

i want to make very clear that my opinion stand even if it was jimin's decision to make his promotion period that short because i don't believe that just because you like an artist you can't criticize their decisions or you can't disagree with what they do, so. if it was his decision i still would wish for it to be longer.

Another thing that i wanted to say is that at this point i just can laugh about how obvious Hybe/Bighit is being with their favoritism, what else can i do. My biggest complain with the company isn't that they didn't give like crazy 10 remixes no, my biggest complain is that they couldn't even do the BARE minimum for Jimin and that song even after it reached #1 in Billboard HOT100. There are things that happened that don't have any explanation other than the company being shady and i want to make it clear that i'm not talking about the promotion that Jimin physically him could have done after Like Crazy got #1; i'm talking about stuff the company could have made to promote the song even a little because it got #1 like playlisting or restocking the cd. I even thought that overlapping promotions is something that they don't do and that's why Jimin's promoting was so rushed but during Taehyung's album release month Jungkook was still there promoting Seven in Stationhead so they can overlap promotions, they just didn't care about doing that with Jimin's song.

And i don't think a lot of that stuff was Jimin's decision, do you think that Jimin the day like crazy was #1 on the top 50 global of spotify he picked up the phone to call spotify and said "please split my song so i'm not #1 anymore☹️" let's be serious and the fact that Hybe still hasn't restocked like crazy cds even though fans have been begging them since March, don't they want to make money? it just doesn't make sense. The shady article that came out from their own company were they diminish Jimin's achievements is even super weird.

In March i gave them the benefit of the doubt and i thought maybe they didn't know what do to do or they weren't expecting Like Crazy to be #1 but after everything they did with Jungkook's Seven they made it clear that they know what to with a successful song and i don't even think that what Seven got is payola, i think they gave him the rightfully promo he deserved but they couldn't do the same for Jimin.

It's just hilarious for me, as a fan of BTS, that for so long have been repeatedly reminded that BTS are 7 and the 7 of them are equally important and for this 2nd chapter of BTS to come and for Hybe to be so obvious about the favoritism that they have is just laughable and i think that because of this point is obvious that there will be some armys complaining about how not all of them are in the same playfield, also, i have seen some people say that they all have different music and different audiences and therefore Bighit couldn't have done the same promo for all of them and i think that's just stupid; Hybe is such a big company and they have the money and they have the resources to give all of them, the seven of them, the same promo and to not underestimated them before they even debuted as a soloist. like just give them all the promo. they're all bts and made bts what it's today.

At last, i just wanted to say all of this because i'm frustrated. I think that knowing that the company didn't submit Like Crazy for some awards made these thoughts and feelings i've been having resurface and these are things that i have been thinking for months, some are just questions that i have that don't make sense and i'd love for someone to give me an answer so i don't think that Jimin's own company is sabotaging him, it's just insanity and seeing armys so against even saying the little thing against the company is just frustrating, you can have your own opinions and disagree with something that has been happening.

and i love jimin and i think he deserves so much better. he's such an amazing artist and i would love to experience more of what he has to offer as a soloist, face was such an excellent debut and it left me waiting for more solo music from him.

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royalydamned-archive · 10 months

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Make Believe - act 1

(Merritt McKinney x Reader)

Summary: The Horsemen's plans are coming together, all according to schedule. One more step remains: taking you out as the possibility of leading the investigation. In order to get to you, one of them has to become your partner for the time being. That being said, Merritt didn't even expect to be part of the equation, let alone your ultimate choice.

OR: Merritt pretends to date you. Before knowing how, he starts to believe it's real too.

|AN|: I can't believe people are still reading the first Merritt fic (and so many!!!). I love this guy so much, I just love that lil' something Woody Harrelson adds to his characters, I don't care what anyone else says, it's attractive. Here's to me being THE Merritt writer.

Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but since I am dumb like this, it will be spread out into a few chapters, but it will allow me to write more parts (and again, make this longer than it needs to be but such is life).

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These were some of the strangest few weeks in Merritt's life. Undoubtedly not the weirdest but some of the weirdest. Maybe he will end up in prison, maybe he will finally prove something in his life, chances were 50-50. God, who was he kidding? They were likely 97-3, and he was massively fucked.

Well, at least it's going to be fun, right? Gotta go out with a bang.

"The most important part should be in motion." Pretending to be busy, Merritt quickly sat up as he heard Atlas burst through the door, laptop balanced only on his arm, furiously typing with the other. With every step and dab into its keyboard, the laptop swayed on its laughable support, it must have been that real magic they had promised him keeping that thing from crashing down. "Tressler's assistant contacted me about a meeting."

"Is he paying?" the man ignored his remark, unappreciative of the effort to lighten the mood, and rushed past him, already dialing the others. Not that they knew each other well enough, but that guy was a massive dick, that much was clear.

"What are you even doing here? It's a dump."

"It's filled with the warmth of comradeship and our effort, much homier than my apartment," Merritt smirked, watching Atlas run around in a mix of slight panic and thrill of success. "Jesus, Danny, you look so cute wagging your tail like that."

The only answer was to him was a disgusted look. Good enough, he thought to himself.

Daniel's phone rang for a few times, before the distinct sound of a voicemail came through, followed by a groan of frustration. God, if Merritt had known not being here would stress him out like that, he’d go for a nice long walk with a phone turned off – at least a little payback for the bossing around he had to endure from the guy. He wasn’t even aware they had a leader among them, let alone a self-appointed one. Maybe it was time for a mutiny.

"Henley, come over to the apartment right now, we all need to talk." Canceling the call, Danny carelessly threw the phone on the small table, a bit too far to toss it like that, and ran his hand through his hair. "And where's Jack?"

"You should take a breath Danny-boy," Merritt said, teasingly.

"How about you help out? That would also be great."

"Whoa, I'm sensing hostility. Someone needs to let out some steam. You know I know a great girl you could– "

"I am not listening to that!" Daniel cut him off, already walking the opposite direction, hands thrown in the air.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," he put his hands up in defense, fighting back a giggle. "It's not like Henley– "

"Henley what?" she asked, coming into the room, two paper cups in hand. She gave Merritt a pointed look, rising an eyebrow as she silently demanded an answer to whatever she had walked on in. If he knew the answer, he would have told her, but he hadn’t been given much to work with.

"Hey–"

"You're late," Daniel snapped, returning to the room, arms resting on his hips, the image reminding Merritt he truly is in their hideout more often than he would have like because somehow, it seemed normal.

“I’m not late, we don’t have a schedule. Here,” Henley handed Merritt one of the cups, on it with a black sharpie and a terrible handwriting was scribbled Baldy.

“Rude,” he complained with a frown to no one but himself as the two had already started arguing, and sat back onto the run-down couch him and Jack brought in last week since they were tired of sitting on the floor. It wasn’t bad, oh who was he lying to, they found it on the street, but at least it wasn’t the floor, despite both Henley and Atlas insisting they’d rather stand the whole time.

“Great, you’re late too!” Danny called out, breaking up the argument briefly when he noticed the youngest member in the doorway, who now stood frozen when all the attention turned to him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to come a specific hour,” Jack said, slowly moving to sit next to Merritt, who was delightfully watching the whole ordeal.

“Nobody did, kid,” he reassured him, receiving a nasty glare from the other.

“Alright, it doesn’t matter. Can we please start.” All four of them looked at each other in silence, and when nobody protested, Danny continued in much calmer manner. “So far, the most difficult part should be over. We have caught Tressler’s eye and if there are no unexpected surprises the Eye have not thought of – which I doubt – the rest of the Horsemen project will go smoothly.”

“That means that’s it, right?” Jack asked. “All we have to do is play along until we can go big enough with our shows.”

“No, absolutely not,” Atlas laughed dryly and grabbed his laptop, typing something furiously while explaining. “We still have to deal with the feds. Fortunately, the plan involves a clear way out with this. Most agents in there are described to be easily tricked with the right strategy and, of course, we have plenty. There’s a file on every single one of the people that might be involved and all of them have a pretty balanced record, some wins, significantly more loses, lucky for us, except one.”

“Perfect score. Might be fun to beat them,” Merritt said, looking around the room for support from the others. None came.

“Not really, we have to take them out of the game.”

“Whoa, hey, when we agreed to do this there was no mention of killing anyone,” Jack blurted out nervously.

“What? No, we’re killing anyone. Jesus. We’re going to make them not want to do the case, voluntarily take themselves out.”

“How would we do that? I suppose blackmail is off the table as well.” Danny shot Merritt an unamused glare and continued as if he hadn’t said anything.

“We need make them personally involved, so, I hope all of you are single, because one of us will date them as long as we need to.”

“How would we even get in contact with them?” Henley asked.

“Stalking, social media, dating sites– “ Merritt started counting on his fingers.

“And we have a general location of the area they live and spend time in. All we need is a few days of closer observation before we can narrow down some kind of a habit. Everybody has one. There, we will meet.”

“So, stalking it is, great choice.”

“What makes you think they even would be interested in any of us, even if we do find them?”

Danny turned the laptop over, showing your file, completed with a picture and general information. “Everybody will have to try, we have four shots at this, which are pretty favorable odds.”

“You guys can rest assured, very few can resist the good old McKinney charm.”

“Yeah, right. I was thinking more like Jack. Realistically speaking.”

As overdramatically as possible, Merritt placed a hand over his heart, faking shock. “You wound me, Daniel. I thought we had something.” The other man simply rolled his eyes, refusing the entertain him in such a situation – any situation, for that matter.

“We are on the right track, let’s not screw it up with this.”

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“At least they’re hot,” Merritt stated, sitting tucked away in a booth, close enough to see you, yet far enough to remain hidden. The bar was pretty empty, and they seemed almost over-dressed – some more than others, he thought, watching Danny’s cry for help outfit – but the opportunity had presented itself for them. What was a better time to pick up a stranger sitting alone at the bar than Thursday evening, looking like they had just finished a magic show? Literally.

“Focus,” Atlas snapped, taking out a small stash of notes from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Not creepy at all. “This has to work, everybody read the cards?”

“The completely legally obtained extremely private information about a person we have been following for the last six days?” Merritt replied, sarcastically, receiving a glare. “Yes, memorized it in a very non-creepy way, in tune with this mission.”

“It’s not a mission.”

“Definitely feels like a mission, no pressure,” he mumbled to himself, stealing a secret glance at you. You were looking at your phone, trying to hide a smile with your hand, half drank glass by your side. Something came across his mind. “Hey guys, what do we do if they’re taken?”

“What?” Danny froze and started flipping through the papers. “No, that would be incorrect, every source says they are single and have not found any close personal connections, of course excluding family.”

“Again, not creepy,” he commented off-handedly. “Have seriously nobody thought of this possibility?”

“Nobody had to think of it because it’s not a factor,” Danny shot back through clenched teeth, his foot under the table tapping in an anxious rhythm. Not so sure, huh? Merritt lifted his arm in defense.

“I guess we will have to trust the Eye. And the wizard behind the curtain. They know what they’re doing,” said Henley in a calm voice, gaze fixated to the spot you were sitting in. “So, who goes first?”

“Jack will,” Daniel replied, leaving to room for others to protest. “It’s our best bet.”

“Put that pretty face to a good use for us Jacky, if this doesn’t go well Danny here might have an aneurism.”

“I won’t– “ he glared at Merritt before taking a deep breath to calm the obvious nerves buzzing under his skin. “Alright, fine. Make fun of me if caring about doing well is so funny.”

“A bit,” Henley interjected, still watching you in case you moved and disappeared from their sight. For a moment, Merritt wondered whether you could feel her intense glare stabbing your back.

“Alright, I’m going.” Slowly, Jack rose from his seat, cringing at the loud sound his chair made when scraping against the floor, and before disappearing, flashed them a reassuring smile.

“God, I remember when I looked like that,” Merritt muttered, watching the kid make his way to you with a confident smile, leaning over the bar by your side and flashed you a charming smile. He said something, a greeting, a pick-up line – not that it mattered when one looked like him – and you smiled back, answering immediately and forgetting whatever it was so engaging on your phone.

“In 1938?”

“Hilarious Danny, has your mother never taught you respect towards your elders?”

“Guys, shut up.” They exchanged a silent look, a challenge neither of them really meant, before dropping it per Henley’s request – well, command really – and turned their focus back towards the bar.

They couldn’t hear you two, it was nothing but a mute movie, leaving them guessing what you’re talking about, whether it’s doing well or…well, how else would it go? Jack had his way with people. Merritt could be the one reading them, controlling them even, but he didn’t have the social talent that just couldn’t be learned. It was natural, came as breathing. Merritt could try and make them laugh, make them uncomfortable and intimidated by his skills to gain the upper hand in the conversation, but sometimes he thought about how it must have been, to enter a room and be instantly liked.

Jack leaned over, getting closer to you, to which you smiled again, telling him something and he acted like he was listening intently, nodding his head with serious expression on his face. Merritt watched you lick your lips, studying his face. How easy was that? A mere few minutes and he had you wrapped around his finger, saving their whole plan – until he wasn’t. Until he understandingly nodded, polite smile still gracing his features, and pushed himself off of the bar, returning back to the remaining three Horsemen waiting for him.

“Wh– Jack what happened?” Daniel asked, confused as Jack finally came close enough to hear them. The younger man only shrugged and took his beer, taking a short sip.

“Wasn’t interested,” he answered simply and slipped back into his seat.

“What do you mean ‘wasn’t interested’ that wasn’t the plan.”

“Hey I did all I could, I can’t force myself on them.”

Danny groaned into the palms of his hands, trying to calm down. It was fine, surely it was fine. Strange, but fine, there were three more people at the table that could try – three more shots at success, but this is not what they had expected. It should have been done instantly, sending their best man for this type of work. If he hadn’t succeeded, there wasn’t too much hope for the others.

“Alright, it’s OK. A slight hitch, nothing we have not encountered or will not encounter along the way yet.” Danny started talking quietly, more to himself than the others, trying to calm all the thoughts and possibilities racing through his head so fast Merritt saw steam coming out of his ears. “Henley, you should try it.”

“What about a please?” she shot back calmly, seemingly enjoying his little breakdown.

“Please, don’t do this right now,” he sighed, his leg under the table speeding up. Merritt took a sip of his drink, trying to hide the grin behind his glass, and watched Henley make her way towards you, un-effortlessly striking up a conversation.

“What was it that got you rejected anyway? Did you say something creepy? Did you slip and tell them their personal detail we so legally obtained?”

“No, they just said I wasn’t their type.”

“Oh, great, so Henley should be ok,” Danny said, suddenly looking relieved, and leaned over the table where you and Henley were already chatting, as if trying to hear your conversation. “Wait, what is she doing?”

“What?” Merritt mumbled, his head snapping towards the pair at the bar. “Oh, she’s leaving too.”

“Fuck,” he said, flipping through his notes once more, eyes scanning the words, trying to find what he had missed. “God, I can’t believe we’re going to fail before we can even execute the plan.”

“Hey, look at it from the bright side, maybe this is the fastest someone had failed trying to get into the Eye,” Merritt grinned and raised his glass, offering Danny a toast, but shrugged and finished the drink on his own when he just sent him an annoyed look. “I mean, we still have two more shots.”

“We are fucked,” Danny murmured under his breath, eyes unfocused, looking at particularly nothing, just the few weeks of their work flashing before them like war flash-backs. “I’ll go now.”

Before Henley could have arrived back to the table, Daniel was already leaving, making his way towards you. With a charming smile, he leaned over the bar, but before he could open his mouth, with a friendly expression, you shook your head, presumably sending him away.

“Oh, ouch,” Merritt winced watching the interaction. “That one had to sting.”

“Eh, he got over worse,” Henley said, sitting down next to him, the glass in her hand refilled. “I take it you’re our last chance?”

“It all comes down to the McKinney charm. Like I said.”

“I don’t doubt its efficiency.” He winked at her as they shared a brief look of amusement before Daniel managed to get to the table.

“I’m going for a smoke first.”

“Are you kidding, everything now depends on you.” Merritt grimaced as he heard Danny’s voice, shouting in a shushed tone, way before he could feel his presence behind him, he was like a walking ball of stress that one could hear vibrating even from a distance. And moved surprisingly very quickly, like a little hamster.

“I bet that one must have hurt to admit,” he grinned teasingly, and took out a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, waving way too close to the other’s face before his hand got slapped away. “Give me five minutes, I’m sure they need a break too.”

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past him, away from the overwhelming chatter and into a silent back alley. Nothing but a distant traffic and cold night surrounding him and suddenly, he felt like he could breathe again, every exhale visible in the cool air even before he managed to light one of his cigarettes.

Not even a year ago, he was just one bad evening away from quitting magic all together, losing the passion to the struggle of his everyday life, and to the fact he indeed, didn’t have any money. At all. Who besides middle-aged bored women believed in hypnotism anyway these days? No one. His stream had dried out, days of his glory way in the past and he just seemed like he had no hope, no future.

Barely he managed to blink, he was a part of a straight up insane scheme, one that could only had been set up by a complete madman – or a slightly insane genius – either way, whether the Eye exists or it’s one of the best manipulation tactics he had ever seen, he was well on his way on becoming a criminal for a possibility. Maybe even just an idea.

Maybe, at the end of this all, it would be revealed the Eye is just a concept, the work they have done and the justice – or well, so it appeared – they have brought. With Merritt’s luck, he will end up in jail, the warm feeling of using his “power” for the “greater good” the only thing warming him while he would be sleeping on a metal bench with a shared toilet right next to his head.

The door of the bar opened, and his head turned towards the sudden sound, a lone cigarette he had taken out of the box loosely hanging between his fingers. Before he could register what had happened, before he could he could have caught up on the reality he found himself standing in, one where you walked out the bar door, mumbling something about the weather under your breath as the unfavorable temperature hit you, your eyes landed on him, stopping for a few curious seconds before you slowly approached him.

“Hey, you were with the three others that took turns on me tonight.”

Slightly thrown off, he straightened his posture and fixed his hat. “So you noticed, huh?” he said with a smirk, surprised when you came even closer.

“Was very hard to miss. You had a bet or something?”

“God no, but there was an almost fight about who gets to try their luck first. You know how hard it is to come across good-looking people lately. We are a rare breed.”

You laughed, leaning against the wall next to him, arms crossed over your chest and one leg propped up. “Oh? A humble one, aren’t you?”

He just shrugged, putting the almost forgotten cigarette to his lips and lighting it. After a big drag, he rested his head on the cold brick wall. Watching you from the corner of his eye. In anyone else’s mind, the stars had aligned, the last struck of luck – a destiny maybe, but despite being a magician, Merritt didn’t believe in magic.

“I have to ask though,” you said into the silence, turning your head towards him, studying his profile for a few seconds. He hummed in response, his own head slightly rolling to the side, straining his neck so he could watch you directly. Notice every detail he needed, every slight twitch of a muscle, every time you avoided direct eye contact. He couldn’t forget this wasn’t his everyday life, this wasn’t a fun banter with a hope for a night with a happy ending. This mattered, and even though he would rather lick the inside of Atlas’ mouth than to admit it, it scared him. “Why were you the only one that didn’t come to try?”

“I am trying right now, aren’t I?”

“Are you really?”

“That depends.” Now, he turned his whole body towards you, the shoulder he was leaning his whole weight on suddenly painfully crushed by the wall, but that way, he could see your fully – your form, your face, the subtle gestures of your fingers and the way you stood (leaned) in front of him. “Is it working?”

“And if it is?” you asked, voice low, and Merritt had to look away for a second to fight a smirk.

“Then I’ll have to run back to my colleagues there and gloat a little, I’m afraid.” You laughed again, Merritt found himself enjoying the sound, not many even had such a positive reaction, if any, truly. “But maybe I could invite you somewhere, ideally less cold. With food as a bonus?”

“I’d like that.”

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mj-skyair-star · 11 months

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 12: Waiting (Part 2/2)░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 9:50 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We met with the rest of the group again. They all remained on the same bench chatting away like everything was normal, everyone except Jet Greez. Until the group detected us, Airis and I shared the wonderful news that got them exceedingly enraptured like we were celebrating another new fantastic year. Jet Greez, on the other hand, might care less about it so I'm not unforeseen of him. The only time I would actually be astonished is if he cheers for someone whose life has been saved... Or he could be hiding his care.

Soon we began chatting among ourselves, well, more like chatting with Airis, our first human being to interact with. We basically questioned her about Real- er, Earth (is what she wants us to call it rather than the name 'Real Earth'. We weren't sure about that, although we could understand) since this magnificent planet piqued our curiosity, unduly intrigue... of course, again, except for Jet. Although, he didn't join the group nor chat. I never comprehend why he always likes alone time for himself the majority of the time. Regardless, he watched us from a distance from where we were sitting (still at the same silver, shiny, metal table that Airis was sobbing over). It might sound a bit creepy of him, but I assure you, he's not... Let's just say he sees it as 'he's a part of it, just sitting/standing from afar distance'.

It's not like I'm going to force him anyway.

... I must admit, I deeply miss his extrovert side... He hasn't been very open to people since-...

... Since... since...

... I... get why he has become more of an introvert now...

Nothing you should know!

Because Oscar is resting adequately for a couple of hours, we can't have that serious sit-down discussion yet. In the meantime, at some point, we'll have to do something other than lounge around and chat. Not that I have a problem with that. I'm more of an active bot who likes to do activities most of the time or twenty-four-seven which is rare, primarily when it comes to running. I don't sit still willingly for more than three hours. If I have to, I would just let my leg stim.

I still want to learn about Earth, from a human child's knowledge, and so far, the answers were extraordinary indeed. I'll give it two hours of this!

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Two hours later.

Alright! Two hours are up! This is perfect timing because things were just getting awkward at this point. Luckily, I came up with something to prevent that from happening. I stood up from the bench and suggested to everyone that we should play a game of Hoop Ball. My team extended their enthusiasm upon hearing those two words. Barring Airis, she didn't know what it was so I had to explain to her the game and rules. Then I got off guard when Airis told us that Hoop Ball is exactly a mixture of 'Basketball' and 'Netball', in her Earth understanding. HA, HA! Surely it is laughable! It's not the same as 'Basketball' and 'Netball'! I don't really believe it, and I don't think anyone else does either... Well... things did extensively turn into a mini remote debate, not in an adverse way, of course!

Everyone has different opinions and we should respect them no matter what.

... Excluding the problematic ones.

We all headed to the 'basketball' court (us robots call it the hoop court), located next door to the cafeteria to get ourselves ready.

Since I know Jet is likely to cheat, in some way, when he plays any game, I decided to make him the referee. He might also be likely to call false fouls. Even though I had never seen him as a referee before. For months (or feeling the foreverness of not seeing him face-to-face in general) I have zero ideas of what he's been up to apart from being there for Artron. From memory of the last time I played sports with him. I recall the previous time he actually cheated in Hoop Ball.

And boy, the moment I told him my decision of roles privately. As a result, I didn't think Jet would call it unfair. His response is: 'It's unfair because I was biased towards him just because he (Jet) betrayed us and worked with Artron from time to time.'

Listen. I know he betrayed Artron back, however, just because he did the same to him. That doesn't mean my trust towards him is open. I know Artron would have the same feeling too.

I find his words dull-witted. Again, I am only doing it because I don't trust him to participate in sports. He is capable of cheating at any time, and he will. I managed to convince Jet by pulling out the Qute card. Qute is the only bot who loves to play referee (also, she's quite small and doesn't like sports. Her words, not mine) howbeit she's unavailable, we don't have anyone else to be a referee. I win that unnecessary argument while Jet Greez grouches and agrees to take the role.

Moving forward.

The team were split into two groups: Me and Airis versus Obus and Grezzer.

Mectra and Kitt are cheerleaders for both teams as well as bench players who wait for teammates to switch places with them (Mectra is on my team and Kitt is with Obus and Grezzer). The two sat on the long blue bench, outside the lined court, cheering us on as well as waiting patiently for any switches.

Jet came into the court with the ball after we'd done our mini warm-up. He stood in the middle of the white-ringed line of the massive school court. Meanwhile, I positioned myself near Jet, standing on the opposite side of Grezzer, outside the ringed line. The body-built bot did the same position as I did. Me and Grezzer shared the competitive expression.

Following that, Jet held out the orange ball with black lines up between me and Grezzer. He had his whistle in his mouth... ready to blow it at any given moment... Things were slowly getting intense and overestimated the ambition of winning... and ignoring the certain grouchy bot sending me daggers.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The whistle was blown, shrilly, at the same time as Jet threw the interesting-looking ball in the air. This caused me and Grezzer to jump with our arms up and stretch as much as we could in the air, at the exact same time.

So who touched the ball first?

I did.

I slam against it, sending the rough orange ball flying past the orange bot's head to head towards Airis. Unfortunately, Obus caught it before she did.

Obus took three steps and passed it to Grezzer, who caught it. I rapidly sprinted, using my speed boost, to catch up to Grezzer and snatch it off him. I then took three big steps, close enough to shoot my goal, the sweet first-round victory in the hoop-

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Immediately after my throw, the sound of that high-pitched, irritating whistle paralysed me! My neon blue eyes stare at the ball, it misses the hoop, instead, it bumps into the orange ring. It lands on the clean, reflective court, bouncing away gradually... I am taken by what just happened... Me? Getting whistled? My mind rushes with thoughts of disbelief at how I could get whistled at in a game. I'm sure this was a mistake- Wait a minute!-

Brushing off the bizarre juncture, immediately, my programs got me reminded that I put Jet to be a referee. Turning around casually to see Jet jogging toward me with a sinister cocky smile spread across his face (that I decided to ignore) I frowned with a mix of suspicion behind it.

"In Hoop Ball, you're not supposed to use your special abilities or powers, remember?" He told me, once he reached for me and raised up a yellow card.

...

"Ugh! I completely forgot about that! How could I!?" I facepalm.

I stayed in that position for a couple more seconds due to the presence of embarrassment crawling up my system. This was reasonable to call out. I will admit, I retrospect on him a lot of times... Maybe I have judged him too hastily?

Jet smugly sniggers.

"You explained everything to Airis about this game. How could you forget it? Ha!" I rolled my eyes, giving out a short sigh. "First warning, Captain Bias," he whispered the last word so no one could hear.

He laughed mockingly at me yet I don't care, but what I do care about is that he'll aggravate me for the rest of the five rounds.

I simply walked away from him to run over to Obus with my speed boost deactivated this time. Grezzer has the ball and tosses it towards us. Obus and I jumped up to catch it. How ignorant of me. He caught it and threw it into the hoop at the speed of light.

"Ah-ha! Yes!" In victory, the red bot cheered.

"Team OGT on one point, TAM remains zero," Jet declared.

Mechtra and Kitt cheer wildly in the background, as well as, sharing support to keep trying towards me and Airis. It would be something that Airis needs because I noticed her feeling disappointed in herself.

I, on the other hand, let out a smirk.

My second in command made an excellent shot, as excellent as his combat skills. I admire a few things about his skill. Although, I am 100% confident that me and Airis can beat them. I'm sure of it.

The real game begins~

***

Another two hours later.

"Obus! I'm open! I'm open!" Grezzer cried out, waving his arms around like a baby bird trying to fly.

It was the final round. My team and Obus' team points were tied, we were getting eager to win a tiresome game..! More like the human girl is getting tired rather than the rest of us. Us bots don't get tired like humans, besides some of us run either charging or batteries.

Obus had the ball and threw it towards the strongest bot but I caught it before he did. With a smirk, I hurriedly took three steps and tossed it to Airis, thankfully she was already closer to our goal.

"Catch it, Airis!" I call out to her.

She opened her arms and caught it, then swiftly turned her heel to successfully throw it into the hoop!

Fortissimo, the whistle blew.

WOOOOOOOO!!!

"Game! Team TAM wins!" Proclaim the referee.

"Woohoo!" Me and Airis run towards each other and earn high-five for victory.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to something off to the side, near the two-way door. I diverted to see what it was and couldn't help but smile the moment I had the full view of it. My robotic blue eyes had spotted something remarkable that Airis will be on the top of the world.

"Hey, Airis," I tapped the pigtail girl's shoulder.

She turned to face me once she finished shaking hands with Grezze and the unsportsmanlike Obus (he accepted the defeat later on).

"What is it?" The girl inquires.

I gestured my head to the side, still grinning (to the point that I might look silly).

"Look over there." She took a quick glimpse and gasped in stupefaction, a great big smile forming on her face.

No- Please allow me to rephrase it. She jumped so high! Over the moon!.. Uh- Okay, now that I'm witnessing this more, maybe she's gotten too happy...

"Oscar!" The brown-haired girl bolted towards Oscar and Qute.

Qute briskly floats out of the way, knowing that Airis might hug her friend to death or knock him down to the floor (if she decided to jump on him for an unbreakable hug). I have never seen anyone with this much exhilaration. Even Oscar could see what was happening, judging by his smile turning a tiny bit crooked.

"A-Airis! Wait! Wait! Wait! WAIT!!!" Too late.

She braces herself for the cuddliest hug around him, very tightly... Hopefully not to death.

"I was so worried about you! I mean, sick to death! I'm so glad you're alive!" Airis looked like she was about to cry out of pure joy, meanwhile, Oscar became a limbed rag doll thanks to Airis' clutches crushing him.

"Miss- you- too- air-!" Oscar chokes his broken words due to oxygen drifting away from him.

"Oh, sorry!" Airis immediately released him and got tense that she hurt him though Oscar reassured her that he was fine, after gasping for air to catch his breath. "How are you feeling?" This time, Airis was much more tranquil and softer towards him.

"All... better..." Huffing, Oscar gave her a meek smile and a thumbs up.

It was a heartwarming sight to see two friends reunited together. Really, it is.

...

... Now it's time.

I became serious in my expression since we were approaching the main situation.

"Now that he's here, it's time to explain what is happening,"

"Children!" I called out to them. They both turned their heads towards me. I gazed at the members, sending them a message through my emotions. They know what that means so they become serious too. I face the children again. "I believe it's time to explain why we're here and what's been occurring around here,"

"Oh right. I nearly forgot about that." Airis says.

I approached the two before the others did.

"Please, follow me," with that, I walked past them to exit out of hoop court, knowing everyone followed my lead.

***

We led the two kids upstairs to the Computer Room.

Opening the blue wooden door, the human children gasped, whoaed, and commented on how cool the room was remodelled. The one comment I don't get is: 'This room looks like a meeting room from Star Wars!'... What's Star Wars?.. Possibly a video game that I wasn't aware of? (We turned the 'I.C.T' into our own style-like home. We'll fix everything once we defeat Artron and the ones that serve him).

I sat down on the desk chair across from where Oscar and Airis are sitting. Obus and Grezzer sit on my right side, Mechtra and Kitt are on my left. Qute just floated near Airis, and Jet Greez leaned on the wall near the door we just entered, arms crossed.

...

Silence had its time to shine long enough so I broke the silence. I am captain so I mostly do the talking, and yes, I allow others to speak as long as no one accidentally overlaps each other's talking. Especially when dealing with 'After you,' - 'Oh, no! After you!' type of problem.

I straighten my posture and lay both of my robotic arms on my desk, crossing them for my hands to dangle off the table edge.

"Since Oscar has been recovering for four hours, it is finally time to tell you what's going on,"- I inhale a short breath, steadily- "I believe you two have so many questions that you want answered, yes?"

"Yes," they both unison.

I earn them an earnest nod and continue the conversation.

"Would you rather hear the explanation of how we found out about this sinister plan, and why Artron and his associates want to kidnap you?"- I point to Airis for about a period of three seconds until I place my hand down.- "and then the questions last. Or the other way round?"

"I think hearing the story comes first. Obviously, we need a lot of explanation to understand how the heck you guys got here, or how you exist. Asking questions helps but it would take a lot of time if we didn't hear the explanation first. Particularly since the explanations do answer a considerable number of questions for you. Well, for some of them, I guess" Oscar replied.

"I'm with him," Airis answered after Oscar.

I nodded again and started explaining everything, not leaving a single detail behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Warnings : both reader and Jonathan are virgins, fondling, mentions of pain, both of them finish much earlier than expected (it's the 19th century c'mon), fingering, unprotected sex, no power dynamics in this, reader is AFAB!

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"Can't believe you're finally mine," Jonathan softly mumbled against her lips, a dazed smile on his face, as though nothing wrong could ever happen to ruin this moment for him, "You, the most beautiful woman in the world, are married to me."

It all felt so surreal to the couple. After all the troubles they'd faced, to find themselves in each other's embrace in front of the four-poster bed, still in their freshly ironed wedding attire, was something straight out of a dream; a dream neither of them wanted to ever wake up from.

"But you haven't seen every woman in the world, have you?" she protested, blush painted her cheeks despite her words, and Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle at how sweet she looked even as she feigned indignation.

She wouldn't meet his eyes, and the young man had an inkling as to why.

"Are you nervous?" his soft voice interrupted her thoughts, and she hesitantly nodded, twisting her hands together, a nervous habit Jonathan had noticed she'd adopted long ago, and he felt the need to soothe all her worries.

"I don't know what to expect," she admitted, bashfully averting her eyes after accidentally meeting his earnest gaze for a second, "It's our wedding night, after all."

"Let neither of us have any expectations," he sweetly kissed her cheek, his large but gentle hands lightly squeezing hers, "We'll only do what feels right to us."

She visibly relaxed at her husband's words, shoulders drooping into a more relaxed state, "That sounds good."

Hooking her arms around his neck, she was quick to pull him down for a soft kiss, his lips eagerly chasing hers with every shy peck she left on his mouth. It was almost laughable; how they were both equal parts nervous and yet yearning for more. Melting into the rhythm of the kiss, Jonathan cautiously slipped his tongue into his darling's mouth, pulling a content sigh from the back of her throat. His hands began to slowly trail from her waist to her back, fiddling with the zipper at the nape of her neck---though he failed to unzip it.

He pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "Sorry, I'm not very good with small things."

She turned her back to him for a moment, voice wavering as she attempted to joke while undressing and revealing the expanse of her skin, "Well, that's a little worrying, dear."

The words died in his throat when she finally stepped back to face him. In complete awe, he could only swallow thickly. He'd never imagined he'd see her so breathtakingly bare in front of him; so stunning he could hardly believe that she was his, forever; not when she looked like she'd stepped straight out of a painting like that.

"Jonathan, you're embarrassing me..." in a vain attempt to cover her breasts while crossing her arms, his warm palms were quick to move them away.

"I'm sorry, love," he mumbled a quick apology, "I just can't take my eyes off you," tenderly, he kissed both her eyelids, before leaving a kiss to the side of her neck, bolder than he'd ever been, and she hummed happily at the feeling, "Maybe you'll feel less shy if I undress too?"

Her nod was quick, a little embarrassed of the fact that she too wanted to see her Jonathan naked; the man with the beautiful heart had always been as captivating on the outside as he was on the inside. And as he stripped himself of the many layers of his wedding suit (not without fumbling a few times and popping two buttons), his clothes lying discarded on the floor beside hers, she could see that everything about him was perfect. Broad chest, strong legs, toned arms, and taut abdominals... it was only natural that he was also rather girthy and long.

She might not have had anything to compare too, but the prospect of him somehow fitting inside her was alarming to say the least---but still, when he looked at her with those kind sapphire eyes playfully twinkling, as though asking her what she thought of him, and opened his arms as an invitation for her to hold him like this, she couldn't help but want him even more, inexperienced as they both were.

And so, with full trust in him, she threw herself at him, as though with force she might rid herself of her shyness. He was a little surprised, but held her close to his chest, resting her head where his heart thumped erratically. The sheer contrast between the hardness of his body and the softness of hers was different than what they'd expected, but they couldn't help but press up against each other even closer, the warmth both familiar and strange.

"This is strange," she commented after a few seconds.

"But the good kind of strange," he agreed, "Let's lie down, hmm?"

As soon as their bodies landed on the soft mattress, side by side, Jonathan couldn't help but raise a large hand, asking, "May I?" to which she nodded.

At her consent, he began to map out every crevice and every curve on her body, every line and every swell on her skin. She felt mesmerizing to the touch, and she found his delicate tracing pleasant, nestling into the pillow as her hair splayed out beneath her head. Only wishing to return the favor (and to satiate her own curiosity if her husband felt as good as he looked), her own, much smaller hands began to slide down the planes of his muscular chest, smiling to herself as he shivered a little when her hands trailed down his navel, cheeks flushing even more---even though he had already been blushing to the tips of his ears.

She couldn't help the surprised squeak that escaped her when his hands cupped her soft mounds, and he kissed her, mumbling against her lips, "Shh, don't worry," his calloused palm gave her breast a tentative squeeze, as lightly as the landing of a butterfly, "I'll take very good care of you."

Trembling in anticipation, she nodded, swallowing thickly, "I trust you explicitly, Jonathan," and, wanting to be as daring as he was, she cautiously wrapped her fingers around his member.

The brunette's breath hitched in his throat, lowering his head as his brown hair fell to his forehead, his ministrations stopping momentarily as he froze.

"Does that feel---"

"Good, yeah," he interrupted, voice a little shaky as he spoke, his pupils blown wide as he leaned in to kiss her, longer and firmer this time, resting on his forearms and caging her in with his huge body, before pulling away and continuing breathlessly, "You're so delicate, my love, but I really can't hold back much longer."

When he leaned over her like that, she couldn't stop herself from blurting it out, "Jonathan, you're so handsome, and right now, I don't think I'll ever want to see you dressed again."

Stunned into silence, the young Joestar couldn't help himself from hiding his face into her neck, chuckling to himself, "You really know how to make a man feel embarrassed," before gently teasing her, "Though I hardly think it's practical or decent for me to walk around naked."

He sealed his playful comment with a kiss that knocked her very breath out of her, all-consuming and hot in a way she didn't know kisses could be. Her small fist uncurled from around his hardness, reaching up to brush at the soft hairs at the back of his neck, one hand even settling on his mysteriously star-shaped birthmark.

Though Jonathan knew little to nothing, he did know that if she wasn't well-prepared, she would feel excruciating pain. Despite not knowing just how well-endowed he was and how that would prove to be painful enough as it is for their first time, he let his fingers trail down her quivering tummy, tracing down her sex.

A well-educated man who'd taken an interest during his later studies, as far as the anatomical side was concerned, he counted himself well-read---however, nothing had prepared him for the way she felt. Warm and slick, like a delicate flower with dewy lips. He could barely think straight when he could feel her flutter under his finger as it traced her entrance, probing and exploring. She gasped into his mouth when a tentative finger pushed into her walls, the curious expression on Jonathan's face turning into an entranced one, as he watched her expression as slowly tried to pump it inside her (though he struggled quite a bit, even with how aroused she was).

He was speechless. He wasn't quite sure how, but suddenly he was addicted to the feeling of wanting to find out: just how long can he get her to make that beautiful expression?

A little too eager for both their own good, Jonathan fisted his erection, giving himself a few hasty pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. Flushed and chest heaving, she averted her gaze for a moment, causing his chest to clench at the sight. She was far too adorable to him; he couldn't believe this was happening.

With a bit of a struggle, he covered the tip with her slick, lubricating himself as best as he could---though her wince in pain as he managed to nudge the tip inside was unavoidable. Furrowing his eyebrows as her discomfort was written all over her face as he tried to push in inch by agonizing inch, he stilled before he could push himself to the hilt, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you alright?" his thumb swiped at her cheek, catching a tear, "I know that the first time hurts for most people, but have I done something else wrong?"

She shook her head in initial denial, before he gave her a pointed look that had her giving in, "It... it honestly hurts, a lot. Can we, um, stay like this for just a bit? So I can get used to the feeling?"

Gentle eyes looked troubled, and he spoke, "My love, please don't stay quiet about things like this. I'd really hate myself if I ever accidentally brushed past your pain because I hadn't picked up on it," and to reassure her, with as little movement as possible, he bent his head to press two kisses to her collarbones, "And we're in no hurry. I only want to please you. So even if you want us to stop for the night, we'll do that. Alright?"

Her face began to relax in a few minutes, and when she gestured with a nod of her head that it was all okay, Jonathan inhaled, his breath rattling in his chest as he began to slowly pull out halfway, before thrusting back in. Gasping, he could feel her all over him, his skin burning up in the best way possible, feeling her tightness around him. She was so, so warm, he didn't know what to do with himself.

And after the initial discomfort began to wash off, his darling's face started to contort in pleasure, blissful sighs escaping their lips as his hips slowly snapped in a steady rhythm. His size was almost overwhelming, but somehow the way he filled her up was comforting. She liked the intimacy of the act itself, the little sounds he made as he made sweet love to her, how his hair looked slicked back as he worked up a sweat, his girth stretching her walls out, and the fact that it was Jonathan, her sweet Jonathan, who was making her feel this way.

"You feel incredible," he gasped out, blue eyes hazy, "I don't think I'll last. I'm sorry, darling."

"It's okay," she managed to say, between quiet mewls of his name, "I feel the same thing, love."

Squeezing his eyes shut, his hips snapping forward with greater speed as it looked like he couldn't stop himself anymore, his hand reached out to entwine their fingers together, while the other gently angled her chin so he could kiss her breathless.

Swallowing her moans into his own mouth, Jonathan felt his hips stutter and his thrusts grow more erratic, and he could even feel her pulsing around his length. It was an indescribable feeling that pushed him over the edge, breaking the kiss to cry her name as he threw his head back; a purely angelic sight that had the knot in her stomach unraveling, her thighs shaking as she reached her own high. Her muscles wouldn't stop quivering, even as his warm semen filled her up and made her feel all fuzzy inside.

So wrapped up in each other's arms, enticed by everything their beloved did, they both found themselves cumming in tandem with each other, the pleasure coursing through their veins only doubled by the fact that they'd shared their first time with each other on such a special night. Panting and heaving, their bodies began to grow increasingly tired, and Jonathan knew neither of them would be able to stay awake for long.

The brunette began to slowly pull out from inside her, the post-coital glow painting his cheeks aflame as he watched his seed and her own arousal dribble out her spasming entrance. Something swelled in his chest at the sight, but he pushed the feeling down as he saw her slightly pained face.

"That must've hurt, I'm sorry that it has to feel that way for you," he cooed gently, fingers brushing her cheek as he kissed her, over and over again until an exhausted smile made its way to her lips, "Anything you want now, dear?"

"You don't suppose anyone would mind if we dozed off for a bit?" she joked, still a little breathless.

He chuckled, falling back beside her and brushing back her messed hair, "The world would still go round," then his gaze turned a little lovesick; a little lovedrunk, probably having just realized the gravity of what they'd done, "I love you, more than anything else in the world. Thank you for always having been with me."

She shook her head, tenderly smiling up at him with what little energy she had left, "I love you more than you think I do, and more than you think you deserve. You'll always have me, Jonathan Joestar. Until the end of time."

And when she curled up into his chest, naked and a little sticky and clearly in need of a bath, Jonathan thought she'd never looked so beautiful.

"Until the end of time," he echoed quietly, before he began to slip into the world of dreams, where he knew she would greet him yet again.

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