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Taking It For Granted

Eric was busy getting ready for work as usual when he glanced over at his boyfriend Ajax who was still laid in bed in nothing but his underwear. Even now Ajax couldn’t help subtly running his hands along his abs and legs.

“Are you gonna actually get out of bed sometime today or are you just gonna keep groping yourself all morning?” Eric asked as he straightened his tie.

Ajax chuckled in response. “Sorry babe. Hard not to admire all this sometimes.” He gave a quick flex before sliding out of bed and sauntering over to Eric. “You should know. You were the one kissing my biceps last night.” He grinned before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a soft kiss followed by a slap on the ass before making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Eric watched the sway of Ajax’s muscular body as he walked away. Over the last couple of days he’d noticed a change in his boyfriend. Subtle things from the way he talked to the way he carried himself. He was more joyous and bouncy than ever before. Not to mention how he seemed to check himself out at every given opportunity. Ajax had always been proud of his physique but recently it seemed like he just couldn’t stop flexing and squeezing his muscles. Just seeing his own reflection seemed to make his day now. Not to mention his attitude had completely shifted.

A week prior to this Eric and Ajax’s relationship had been hanging on by a thread. They’d been arguing more and more over the past few months. It’d started with petty disagreements that blew up bigger and bigger until finally they had a full fight which ended in Ajax storming off. After that Eric thought it was over. After how badly they’d been getting on he couldn’t see a way for their relationship to recover.

A few hours later however, Ajax returned. Part of Eric was expecting him to start packing up his stuff but instead he gave the most heartfelt apology Eric had ever heard. He had no idea what had caused such a change in Ajax but in the moment he didn’t question it. Eric apologised too and afterwards Ajax promised he’d be better. So so much better. Before long Eric found himself jumping into Ajax’s strong arms as they made their way to the bedroom before having some of the steamiest makeup sex they’d ever had.

After falling into bed together they’d begun ripping off each other’s clothes like animals. Ajax however seemed particularly horny. He was rock hard and eager to fuck. Yet before that he took an immense satisfaction in allowing Eric to explore the size and contours of his muscles. As if it were the first time he was being admired like this. Eric didn’t care though, he’d always loved Ajax’s chiseled physique. Almost as much as he loved taking Ajax’s fat cock up his ass which is exactly what he got. He didn’t know quite what’d gotten into his hunky boyfriend that night as out of nowhere Eric found himself receiving the best sex of his life! Getting pounded from all sorts of different positions in such a way that had him cumming over himself not once but twice! Ajax had never been bad at fucking but last night it was like he’d been possessed by a sex demon who’d demolished Eric’s hole before dumping a massive load inside.

Since then Ajax had been like a totally different person. Alongside the slight differences in the way he spoke and carried himself, he was also far more affectionate and thoughtful. Whereas before he’d grown quite distant, now he always wanted to kiss and cuddle. Always giving sweet compliments and wanting to be closer. Not to mention they’d been fucking like rabbits ever since making up.

It was a complete 180 to his former attitude and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. After all, even when they’d been having terrible arguments, he still loved Ajax more than anything. Only difference now was that it actually felt healthy again. That said Eric didn’t want to question it. Everything seemed perfect but there was one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head. Something that the old man who lived across the street said the morning after him and Ajax made up…

———

Four days earlier Eric found himself waking with a sore asshole to the sound of shouting coming from the front door. After turning to see Ajax wasn’t in bed next to him, Eric quickly got up to see what all the commotion was, walking a little funny down the stairs after the railing he’d gotten last night. When he got there however, he was surprised to see none other than old Mr Jenkins have some kind of blow up at Ajax. Eric could hardly understand half of what he was saying. Something about needing to fix something and not wanting to be old? He even called Ajax a “sadistic body thief” whatever that meant.

Eric quickly decided to step in and see what the problem was and immediately Mr Jenkin’s switched his attention to him. Right away he started coming out with some of the most insane things Eric had ever heard!

“I’m not Mr Jenkins!” He would shout. “You have to believe me Eric! I’m Ajax! He stole my fucking body!” He screamed while pointing at Ajax. There was a fury in Mr Jenkins’ eyes that Eric had never seen before. He was completely out of his mind! “I don’t know how you did this but you’re gonna undo it back you crazy asshole!” He continued.

Ajax put his hands up. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.” He then glanced at Eric before whispering. “I think he’s gone nuts. He won’t stop yelling about some invasion of the body snatchers type of shit.”

“I’M NOT CRAZY! GIVE IT BACK YOU OLD BASTARD!” Mr Jenkins looked as though he was ready to launch himself at Ajax in a fury with what little strength his elderly body had before Eric stepped between them.

Eric couldn’t help feeling bad for the elderly man. Of course he didn’t believe a word he was saying. It was insane not to mention impossible. His only guess as to what was going on was that Mr Jenkins’ was suffering from his old age. Dementia perhaps? Whatever the case it was clear to Eric that he needed help. He tried to calm the old man down but nothing helped. Only continuing to curse at Ajax while begging Eric to believe him. Apparently the other neighbours had overheard all the commotion because not too long after a police car rode up outside the house.

With Eric and Ajax explaining what’d happened and Mr Jenkins’ still screaming bloody murder and even getting violent with the officers, it wasn’t long before the old man was taken away to get some help.

As they watched the car drive away, Ajax wrapped his muscular arms around Eric from behind. “You okay babe?” He asked while kissing the back of Eric’s neck.”

“Yeah… I just didn’t know Mr Jenkins’ was suffering like that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been going on inside his head to make him believe all those things.” Eric leaned back into Ajax’s body a little, allowing his back to rest against his boyfriends strong pecs. “It just makes me wanna appreciate what we have right now you know?”

“Absolutely.” Ajax hugged Eric tighter. “I’ll never take this for granted again.” He added, trying to sound sweet while a smug grin crept across his face unbeknownst to Eric.

———

It’d been almost a week since then. Eric had arrived at work and was going through the motions as usual only now he felt constantly distracted. He just couldn’t help replaying that scene with Mr Jenkins over and over in his head. All those crazy claims he made about being Ajax and having his body stolen. He seemed so convinced. So sure of himself. Not to mention that until that morning Mr Jenkins’ had been as healthy as a horse in both mind and body so for him to just flip like that felt… off.

Normally he would’ve brushed something like that off easily. Body swapping? That was the definition of crazy talk. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell he’d believe that. But that’s when he started to pick up on things more clearly. Subtle changes in the way Ajax behaved that quickly began to plant a seed of doubt in mind. A seed that grew to the point where he’d been analysing almost everything his boyfriend did and said.

He went over it in his head as we worked. Out of nowhere Ajax had begun watching the historical channels on TV, finally started reading one of the books he’d received as a present last year and even mentioned that he wanted to give fishing a try at some point! The Ajax he knew never had the patience for those things. The rational thing to assume would simply be that Ajax was maturing. Trying to be a better person and gain new interests. But Eric just couldn’t shake the weirdness of how it’d begun the day Mr Jenkins went crazy.

It wasn’t just his interests though. It was Ajax’s whole demeanour. Before he was quite stoic. He’d have his moments of sweetness but overall he was very reserved. Over the last couple months he’d even grown quite mean and snappy, eager to jump to an argument and make a big deal out of nothing which eventually led to their huge argument. But then it all changed starting with that massive apology he gave. Ajax had never been one to say sorry so it came as quite the surprise. Even in that moment Eric couldn’t help thinking he seemed like a different person, only he wasn’t thinking about it quite as literally then. Since then his mood had completely changed. His reserved and quiet nature seemingly vanished overnight, being replaced by a much bubblier and joyful attitude. It was almost like he had this newfound appreciation for his life.

And this couldn’t have been clearer in the way he treated himself and others. For a start he just couldn’t stop admiring his own body. Always touching something. Groping his pecs, massaging his thighs, flexing his biceps. He couldn’t get enough. Always making comments about how hot he looked and spending way longer in the shower than usual.

And when it came to Eric, Ajax was far more affectionate and thoughtful. Always giving him compliments and kisses. Always smiling when they were together and telling Eric how lucky he felt to have what they had. Hell he even bought him flowers! Something Ajax had never done before. And the sex was some of the most passionate they’d ever had. So deep and loving. Every. Single. Night. Ajax was more eager than ever to slam his cock inside Eric’s hole at any given opportunity. And to top it off Ajax seemed to have developed this worshipping kink in the last couple of days. Always wanting Eric to kiss and worship his muscles.

All of those little things stacked together caused that tiny seed of doubt in Eric’s mind to grow into a tree that’s roots were consuming his every thought. He wanted to believe he was just overthinking it but what Mr Jenkins’ had said was starting to make too much sense. It was too much to have just been a coincidence. It was only lunch time but Eric decided to take the rest of the day off work for a “family emergency”.

Once home, Eric took a deep breath before quietly opening the front door. He was about to shout his boyfriend’s name but before he did, he heard the sound of Ajax’s voice coming from the bedroom. Curiously Eric made his way towards the bedroom as silently as possible, trying to listen to what Ajax was saying until he stood just outside the door. And what he heard sent shivers up his spine.

“Fuuuuck yeahh! I’ll never get tired of this young cock! God I still can’t believe how much bigger it is compared to my old one!” He moaned. “Young, dumb and hung as fuck…”

Eric’s eyes widened. Was it actually true? Without a second thought he peered his head into the bedroom to see none other than his boyfriend stood in front of a mirror bare ass naked and flexing while he stroked his cock!

“Ohhh yeah! I’m Ajax! Young fuckin muscle bull! Fuuuck I-” He cut himself short when in the corner of his eye he noticed Eric stepping into the room. “Oh-I-Ummm… Eric. I didn’t think you’d uhmmmm… be home so soon hahah…” A flustered look swiftly crossed his face. “I was just-” before he could finish, Eric stopped him.

“It’s true isn’t it? Everything Mr Jenkins said. About the body swap.” Eric still didn’t quite believe it even as he said it but the writing was on the wall. “Or should I say everything Ajax said. Because he wasn’t really Mr Jenkins. You are.”

Ajax was silent for a moment. Unsure of how to respond until he finally let out a long sigh. “Eric. Let me explain.”

———

After their massive fight, Ajax had stormed out of the house with a fury in his eyes. Slamming the door behind him as he left to get some air and get away Eric. He didn’t have a plan as to where he was going so he ended up just pacing up and down the street for over half an hour with a sour look on his face.

At this time Mr Jenkins had been sitting in his living room watching TV where he had a perfect view to the window as he noticed Ajax pass by multiple times. Seeing this he went out to investigate what was wrong. When Ajax next passed Jenkins’ house, the old man stopped him and asked what was the matter. Ajax was resistant at first but when Mr Jenkins offered him inside to chat, he gave in and took the sweet man up on his offer.

They sat down at the kitchen table and immediately Ajax began to rant about Eric. Listing off each and every little thing he hated about his spouse. All the little habits that annoyed him, all the irritating things he would do or say. However Mr Jenkins’ found it hard to emphasise. Impossible even. Most of the things Ajax was listing off were such minor things that he seemed to be blowing out of proportion while other things were just plain stupid like complaining about how Eric didn’t fold and put away the clothes exactly how Ajax wanted after doing the washing. It was moronic to say the least. But what Mr Jenkins really hated was how much Ajax blatantly insulted Eric as he listed these things off. Calling him all sorts of horrible things while dragging his name through the mud.

It was then Mr Jenkins made a decision. It was something he’d wanted to do for a very long time now ever since Ajax moved in across the road with Eric. Until now he didn’t have the courage to do it, believing he’d feel too guilty if he did. But now that he’d seen Ajax’s true colours he had no regrets.

Jenkins excused himself from the table to make a cup of tea while asking Ajax if he wanted a drink of any kind as well. The handsome younger man said he’d take tea as well. Little did he know that as Jenkins brewed the tea, he added a little something extra into Ajax’s cup.

He came back moments later with two hot cups in hand, offering one the Ajax who took it kindly. They chatted a little more as the drinks cooled, Ajax’s going on a little more about his petty frustrations with Eric. But soon enough the handsome younger man picked up his beverage and began to sip away at it, much to Mr Jenkins delight. Little did Ajax know as he drank that his tea had been laced with a mild sedative that was gradually starting to take effect as he came to the last few sips.

“Sorry… I’m just feelin a bit… tired all of a sudden…” Ajax slurred as he put down the cup. “I should… probably…” He could hardly finish his sentence as his eyes started to flutter. Seeing this Mr Jenkins hopped up from his seat to grab Ajax to make sure he didn’t pass out onto the floor. “Heyyy… whaaat’re youuu…” And with that his body went limp, losing consciousness.

Jenkins knew he didn’t have long. The sedative might’ve knocked him out but wouldn’t be for long. A big guy like Ajax would probably begin to wake in about half an hour to an hour tops so he had to work fast. Jenkins used what little strength he had to move Ajax off the kitchen chair as gently as possible before dragging his sleeping body down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Right away Jenkins got to work. He started by unlocking the hidden safe he kept in his closet and pulling out a very old looking piece of paper. Written on it we’re instructions. Instructions for a forbidden spell that’d been passed down through his family for generations. One that’d been used many times by his spiritual ancestors. A body swapping spell.

He set everything he needed like candles before making a circle out of magic runes around himself and Ajax. Once that was done he took a sedative himself, one that was slightly stronger and that should kick in very soon so there was no time to waste. He got in position and took a deep breath before taking the paper once again and reading out the ancient incantation inscribed on it. Speaking the forbidden words with as much chest as he could, trying not to lose his focus as he noticed the runes around them begin to glow. His old heart beating faster with anticipation until finally he reached the last line.

He shouted those final words to complete the spell and in an instant the runes glowed brighter than ever before, creating some kind of magical bubble around the two men. Yet before Jenkins could even celebrate his success his body began to convulse and moments later his soul was forced out through his mouth as a glowing blue mass, leaving his elderly body limp and lifeless. Shortly followed by the unconscious Ajax writhing slightly until a blue mass of glowing energy was forced out of his mouth too!

The two energies twirled around one another for a moment until they formed into a ghostly version of the people they belonged to. A ghostly Ajax who seemed lost for words and a ghostly Mr Jenkins who was grinning at him maliciously, knowing what was to happen next. Magic continued to swirl around the pair as their spiritual forms began to transform. Mr Jenkins’ ghost looking younger and hunkier by the second while Ajax’s grew older and withered. Only coming to an end when their souls had completely transformed into one another!

Now that Jenkins had become Ajax in soul, the only thing left was to take his physical body. After the transformation was complete their souls returned to their orb like states, spinning around each other again before launching into the mouths of the opposite bodies they started in.

With that the magic of the spell dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing but silence. For about ten minutes anyway as not long after, ‘Ajax’ began to stir.

He groaned. His body felt heavy and tired due to the sedatives that were in his system. Yet the moment he caught sight of his body, his eyes shot open with wonder. “Haha! Yes it worked! It actually fucking worked!” He shouted and raved as he reached down to feel the strong pecs underneath his shirt with a shit eating grin.

The young stud practically leapt onto his feet with excitement, moving faster and more freely than he had in years! He wasted no time in whipping off his shirt and dumping it on the floor so he could get a better look at his body and he wasn’t disappointed. “Jesus this boy is in good shape.” He mumbled as he ran a hand down the cobbled abs that decorated his stomach. “I was nowhere near this buff last time I was this young.” He added, while flexing his new biceps for the first time and watching with wonder as the muscle peaked. “Fuuuck… I feel so strong!”

Every inch of his body was bulging with powerful muscles just begging to be flexed and groped. And that’s exactly what he did. Running his hands up and down his entire frame as he kicked off Ajax’s shorts. Squeezing his new pecs and pinching his nipples. Kissing his biceps as they bulged. Flexing his glutes and loving just how tight his new muscle ass felt. Not to mention how taut his skin was now. “God I’m sooo young!” He moaned as he grabbed his crotch. His new and improved cock already standing at attention and waiting to be used. “Gotta… cum!”

Jenkins shimmied down his underwear and finally set his dick free. It looked gorgeous. He never thought he’d see a cock this beautiful in person ever again. And it was his! So thick and imposing just like the rest of his body. Without a single thought he wrapped a hand around it and started jerking while continuing to groping himself with his free hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkk! I haven’t been this rock hard in decades!” He bit his lip, pumping his young new dick more furiously than he had in years while cupping his muscle tits and feeling their weight sit in his hand. Worshipping himself as much as humanly possible whilst moaning in his youthful yet deep voice, only serving to turn him on even more.

With the vigorous speed at which he was jerking, after only about five minutes he could already tell he was starting to get close. His fat new balls welling up with a huge ass load. But he needed to see himself before he came. And so he made a dash for the nearby bathroom where he was able to gaze up his reflection for the first time. Seeing the face of Ajax staring back at him almost made him cream on the spot.

“Holy fuck I’m a hunk! My hair is so dark… and my face is so fuckin sexy!” It was taking his brain a moment to take it all in. The unfamiliar reflection of a different man. He inspected the short bearded he now adorned, rubbing a hand across it while getting a feel for his new jaw. Allowing his fingers to gently glide across his lips and over his nose. Relishing in his smooth skin without a wrinkle in sight. Inspecting each individual feature with such lust.

“I’m Ajax…” He muttered to himself. Feeling a shiver of delight run up his spin as he said those

“I’m Ajax!” He repeated the claim, louder this time as he took a step back to really focus on his cock. Tightening his grip around it before hastening his pace. The thick manhood began to dribble significant amounts of precum from its tip. Just the feeling of it was overwhelming his senses in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Youthful lust consuming him.

“I’M AJAX!!!” He shouted one final time with certainty and the second he did the floodgates opened. His cock was like a cum hose, firing his potent seed all over the mirror and sink in powerful bursts. All while he moaned like a horny slut. “Yeahhhhhhh…” He made sure to squeeze every last drop out of dick, watching with satisfaction as it pulsed and leaked.

The new Ajax trudged back into the bedroom with a dumb grin before falling back onto the bed in exhaustion. Laying out his model of a body in all its sweaty glory after the hottest and most intense orgasm of his life. “My fuckin… body now…” he grunted between laboured breaths. After that he was certain he had no regrets.

He sat back after a couple minutes once he’d caught his breath before looking down at his new body again. Eyes scanning over the strong muscle he now owned. His gaze then shifted across the room, peering over at his former body. “Probably got a couple hours before he wakes up after that stronger sedative I took.” He theorised. “More than enough time to get a bit more familiar with my new self before going to see my new boyfriend.” Ajax sniggered.

Just then however his nose caught a whiff of a strong manly scent. A scent that very quickly drew his nose towards his own sweaty armpits. “Woof! That is ripe!” He quickly went in for another sniff before running his tongue along his damp pit. “Uhooo that’s goood.” Not wasting any time he quickly switched to the other pit, sniffing and licking that one too. Instantly having fallen in love with his own musk. And who could blame him!? He smelt like a proper manly muscle stud! “Should probably still get a shower before seeing Eric though… but until then I’m gonna enjoy this.” He grinned.

———

“And once I was more familiar with this body, I got dressed again and made my way back here. That’s when I apologised to you.” Ajax finished, having detailed most of what’d happened to his original boyfriend in the spirit of honesty as he and Eric sat side by side on the bed. He seemed sincere about it all but it was hard for Eric to tell with how Ajax’s dick was still at full mast. He even touched it a couple times absentmindedly while describing what had happened.

It was a lot for Eric to take in. Even though he’d been thinking it over these last few days, actually hearing Ajax admit that he wasn’t the real Ajax was still mad to hear. Especially as he detailed exactly how it’d gone down. On one hand it sounded completely absurd just as he’d told himself it was whenever he considered the possibility. Yet on the other hand he couldn’t help believing it. There was no denying that Ajax had a completely different feel around him now. Even though he looked the same on the outside, he’d just felt different. And now he knew why.

“So… you’re Mr Jenkins. The old man who’s lived across from us for years.” Eric said as he tried to process it all.

“I was Mr Jenkins.” The muscle bound stud corrected. “Now I’m your hunky boyfriend Ajax!” He smiled before wrapping an arm around Eric and pulling him closer. “Difference being that I actually appreciate you and this life unlike the former owner of this body.”

Eric mulled over all the stuff this man had described to him, specifically all the horrible things his original boyfriend had said when he wasn’t around. He had to admit it sounded like stuff the Ajax he knew would complain about. But all those horrible names? The way he blamed Eric for everything? It made him wanna cry.

“But wait. How do you know so much about Ajax and me then?? Have you been spying on us all these years?” Eric questioned.

Ajax chuckled at the accusation. “No no no. Nothing like that. If anything I’ve tried to keep my distance from you two. I always thought you were a hot couple and I was a little obsessed with Ajax’s body. However I didn’t want to seem like that creepy neighbour you know?” He explained before continuing on. “No, the reason I know so much is because the swap also transfers a bunch of memories as well. It was really strange at first. I was remembering things about Ajax that I’d never experienced despite my memories claiming I had. Like the first time I went skiing a few years back and ended up falling dozens of times before getting right. I know that I didn’t do that but because the old Ajax did, it feels like I did as well. Same goes for most other memories. It’s pretty handy for convincing people that I’m the real Ajax honestly. Hell it took you about five days to figure it out and that was after that asshole came here screaming and shouting about body swaps!” He laughed again while pulling Eric closer joyously.

“Fuck… I don’t know what to say.” Eric mumbled. “Part of me wants to feel bad that you trapped him in your old body but at the same time he’d been turning into such an asshole recently and if he really said all that stuff to you then…” He sighed, hiding his face in his palms. “On the other hand I wanna be mad at you for tricking me and pretending to be him but…”

“But I’m better?” Ajax finished. “A better man than he ever was?” He got up and stood over Eric with a cocky yet irresistible look on his face. Putting his hands on his hips while proudly displaying his nude body. “Come on. Haven’t these last few days been proof enough of that?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric admitted. “These last few days have been amazing. You’re kinder than he was, more considerate, funnier, happier…” his gaze then shifted to his boyfriend's fat cock, still bucking between his legs excitedly. “Better at sex…”

“Exactly! Don’t you see? This is for the best!” Ajax claimed as he took a step closer. “I get to have a strong, handsome new body and you get a boyfriend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He placed a hand gently on Eric’s cheek. “And fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.” A thick glob of precum dribbled from his cock, making him feel like such a stud.

Eric did his best not to drool at the sight, trying to keep a level head in the moment. “I… uhmm…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “But you stole most of his life. Isn’t that wrong?” He shuffled slightly while trying to look at the moral side of all this.

Ajax smiled softly. “Look. You said it yourself, the old Ajax was an asshole. He was horrible to you and was probably going to continue being horrible to other people. Do you really think a person like that deserved a body and life like this? Or you for that matter?” The body snatcher argued. “Besides at the end of the day what’s done is done. The spell I used is a once in a lifetime kinda deal. I couldn’t swap back with him or anyone else if I wanted. I’m Ajax forever now. Full stop.”

Eric took a moment to let it all sink in. Part of him still wanted to feel bad but the other part of him was strangely grateful. Grateful that his cold hearted boyfriend had been switched out for a much superior version. It was a lot to take in but the more he thought about it, the more he began to imagine himself and this new Ajax. No more constant arguing or toxicity. Instead being a happy and healthy couple that truly loves one another. And for the first time in years Eric could actually see a possible future where he marries this man…

“Good.” Eric stated, standing up and facing Ajax with a glimmer in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re right. He didn’t deserve this body. But you fucking do.” He reached out and gave one of Ajax’s biceps a squeeze whilst planting a kiss on one of his pecs. “You deserve all of his muscles. You deserve his stupidly handsome face. And most of all you deserve his fat cock!” With one swift movement, Eric gripped Ajax’s throbbing dick causing him to flinch and grunt slightly. Then without a moment to waste he pushed Ajax back down onto the bed of whom now looked equal parts surprised and amused.

“Ohohoo! Where did this come from??” He questioned after witnessing the sudden shift in Eric’s attitude. Not that he was complaining one bit as he watched Eric swiftly begin to undress.

“What can I say? The thought of the pervy old man from across the street stealing my hot boyfriend’s body is starting to turn me on.” Discarding the last of his clothes Eric hopped onto the bed, shuffling his way on top of Ajax until that thick cock he loved so much as nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. Did he still feel bad for the original Ajax? A little. But if what his new boyfriend said was true then there was no going back anyway. But even if he could, why would he want to go back to having a terrible boyfriend that was probably going to dump him when he could have this instead.

Ajax grinned. “Well I certainly ain’t old anymore.” He reached down and grabbed his stiff manhood and lined it up with Eric’s hungry hole. “I’m young, dumb and full. of. cum.” With that he plunged his cock deep inside causing the couple to let out a unified groan.

“Oh GOD yes!” Eric wailed just as he always did when he took that dick and even more so these last few days. Resting his hands on Ajax’s hairy pecs as he tossed his head back, feeling the entire length filling him up.

“Pervy on the other hand? Maybe just a little.” The hunk smirked before grabbing his lover’s head and pulling him down before stuffing Eric’s nose into his pit. Forcing Eric to get a good whiff of his scent while he began moving his hips slightly.

“Mmmmmmmm… yeahhh!” Eric moaned as he finally pulled away from the sweaty pit. “I wish you’d done that sooner. I’ve always had a thing for his musk but he never let me smell his pits like that…”

“Heheh. I thought about it but I didn’t wanna give myself away too quickly.” Ajax admitted while reaching down and grabbing Eric's ass with both hands, using his strength to rhythmically bounce the other man on his cock. “But now that you know, I can share all my dirty little secrets with you.”

“Oh? Secrets like what?”

A mischievous grin spread across Ajax’s face. “Well. I said that I couldn't use that body swapping spell with anyone again. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use it…” He continued thrusting upwards into the bouncing ass, feeling the tight hole clenching around his cock with desire. “Not that you have to if you’re happy the way you are. But I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

Eric almost couldn’t believe it. Swapping bodies with someone else? Already his mind was swarming with possibilities. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to give up his own body or not but he had to admit the idea of becoming someone else sounded thrilling! A celebrity? An athlete? Or maybe even just a hot guy he happens to pass on the street!? The potential was endless. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind…”

With that the couple lent in and gave each other a deep kiss before really getting to business. Eric grinding his ass down against Ajax’s dick while the other man used all of his might to thrust up as far as he could. Then both long then found themselves maneuvering onto their sides with Ajax now taking up most of the responsibility. Slamming in as deep as possible to make sure he really punished Eric’s prostate with every thrust. But finally they ended up with Eric flat on the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, as Ajax plunged down into him from above. Utilising every ounce of power his strong youthful body had to ruin his lover's hole. The wet sound of balls smacking filling the room along with seemingly endless moaning until Ajax’s load finally began to well up.

“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna BLOW!” He warned as his thrusts became infrequent followed by a lengthy groan.

Right away Eric could feel his insides being splattered with seed. The walls of his ass were painted in so much thick cum that it started to leak out around Ajax’s cock and drip onto the bed below before he’d even had a chance to pull out.

After a minute or so Ajax wetly dislodged himself from the hole before collapsing to the side of Eric. “You have no idea how good it feels to have sex like that again.” He mumbled through heavy breaths. “Last time I was this young, being out and gay wasn’t so simple. I found it difficult to get a single discreet hook up, never mind a relationship…”

Eric smiled, looking over at his boyfriend as he felt the cum drooling from his hole. “All the more reason to make up for it now right?” He guided a cheeky hand towards Ajax’s backside before giving his gorgeous bubble ass a playful squeeze. “You know I wondered what it would be like to stick my cock inside his ass for a change.” He hinted. “The old Ajax always said he was an exclusive top who never wanted anything near his ass… This newer, and obviously far superior, Ajax wouldn’t happen to have a slightly different opinion on that now would he?”

Ajax was silent for a moment. He mulled over what Eric was so obviously hinting towards before turning his head slightly and giving him a raised eyebrow. “Fine. But get some lube. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

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Personally, I feel that the reason Suletta and Miorine work so well as a couple is the same reason why they didn't work for me at first: they're just such fundamentally different people, with total opposite personalities, upbringings, values, desires, needs, strengths, weaknesses, traumas, the list goes on. If it weren't for the very strange set of circumstances that forced them to form a connection, I honestly doubt that they would even be friends, so much so that for the first few episodes, I found myself feeling weirdly disconnected from their relationship, and even found myself wondering if they even liked each other.

I mean, take a look at Suletta. She's a country girl from Mercury's mining colonies who never had any friends of her own growing up. She's a clone created in part to replace her older sister, in part to usher in her mother's plan to free her sister, and in part to be a weapon of revenge, leading to an extremely bizarre relationship with her mother that is equal parts affectionate and neglectful. She loves being around people, but is so socially anxious that any sort of interactions sends her into a stuttering fit. She's terrified of confrontation, and yet is larger and stronger than most, and put her behind the controls of a mech, and she will turn you into mincemeat. She's a total klutz when it comes to dealing with other people, and yet stays cool in a crisis and isn't phased by dead bodies. She trusts with her whole heart, measures her relationships by the value she gives to other people, blames herself whenever others let her down, can and will take a life without flinching to protect those close to her, and is delighted by something so simple as having others laugh at a joke that she made.

Now, take Miorine. A rich girl from an extremely powerful family, she lost her mother, quite possibly the only person to ever show her genuine kindness when she was a child, was "raised" by her contemptuous and neglectful excuse for a father, and grew to resent everyone and everything around her. She hates being around people, but has the confidence and social knowledge to play the game. She's tiny and physically weak, but also angry and assertive. She openly loathes her father and will insult him to his face, but also desperately craves his approval. She's been used as a commodity her entire life by people who see her as a stepping stone into power, and is bound and determined to make everyone who tries damned to a living hell. She was raised in luxury in space, but dreams of running away to what is essentially a refugee camp of a planet. She wants so badly to be allowed to stand on her own two feet and be respected for her own accomplishments, but has no real idea how to do it. She views relationships as transactions, has exactly zero patience for other people's nonsense, can and will sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of the select few that she cares about, will run headlong into the most harrowing of political battles, but also fall apart completely when confronted with the reality of death.

And, like I said, for whatever reason I just didn't feel the sparks between them at first. Their whole relationship just felt like a mutually beneficial arrangement, like it was said to be.

But then we got to that magical episode, where they had that amazingly written misunderstanding in the greenhouse, followed by that incredible argument on the space station, and I realized that this was the plan all along, and Suletta and Miorine are actually perfect as a couple...once they've managed to bridge the gap between their extremely different life experiences and massive communication issues.

See, what's so great about them is that while they are extremely different, those difference are also perfectly compatible. One's strength is the other's weakness, and together they make each other better. In a way, they're less opposites and more of two halves of one complete whole. It was Miorine's confidence that allowed Suletta to start standing up for herself, to learn confidence and make real friends, to figure out what love is. And it was Suletta's bravery that inspired Miorine to find a way to make something of her own, to seek out ways to use their families' legacies to help people instead of hurt them, to bridge gaps long carved out by blood. And in the end, they were two desperately lonely girls who just wanted someone to truly, honestly, and unconditionally love them, and they found it in each other.

Granted, it was rough going for a bit. Like I said, they had such different ways of seeing the world, they didn't communicate in the same way, they didn't see relationships in the same way, and they ended up hurting each other just trying to do what they thought was best. But they also forgave one another. They strove to better understand one another. And they came to realize just how much they needed each other. And though it took even greater loss and pain in order to achieve it, they finally found their happy ending. They found each other.

#gundam witch from mercury #wfm #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #suletta x miorine #sulemio #wfm spoilers

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Blue hoodie

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin fell for a girl with a blue hoodie.

Requested by anons: robin and reader being a secret couple and one day robin steals one of reader's hoodies and steves like wait a minute because he saw reader wearing it only a few days before and robin x reader where they are supposed to be studying in the library after school but instead they are making out in the girls bathrooms

A/N: Yeah, I got a bit carried away; can't help myself, Robin is my girl <3.

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The cold wind was announcing the inevitable arrival of the winter; leaves were rustling with the breeze in the same direction as the many clouds in the sky.

Robin sat by a lonely swing, dirty sneakers kicking the brown, dead leaves on the ground. The ring on her finger clicked against the chain holding the wooden swing. She was waiting for Steve, who was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago, she wasn't surprised by his delay.

Strands of hair flew in front of her eyes, she hugged her coat closer to herself. Two kids passed by on the street, both on bikes and short-sleeved shirts; she wondered if they felt the cold.

After two more minutes of swinging back and forth, Steve's red car appeared in her line of sight. Robin didn't bother getting up, her bright eyes followed Steve as he opened his door. The day was grey and cold, yet Steve was smiling and talking.

Robin saw the reason why shortly after. The passenger door of his car opened and a girl stepped out.

An annoyed groan escaped Robin, it was supposed to be just them, she'd be giving Steve a piece of her mind later for bringing along whatever girl he was trying to date.

You walked away from the car, falling into step with Steve while stuffing your hands into your hoodie's pockets to try and chase away the cold wind piercing at your skin.

"Hey Robin, sorry we're a bit late, I had to stop by to pick someone up." Steve leaned against one of the wood beams holding Robin's swing, looking at you with a grin.

"You invited me, dude." You playfully frowned at him, hugging yourself and shifting on your stance; your eyes darting momentarily to the pretty girl on the swing.

Steve chuckled, "I hope you don't mind I invited Y/N, you remember I told you about her right? My friend from middle school?"

Robin's gaze focused on you, pursing her lips and instantly loving how the shade of blue of your hoodie complimented your skin. "Yeah, I do remember."

You smiled, an adorable tilt of lips as you walked forward and offered your hand for Robin to shake. Which she did, simultaneously cursing her suddenly sweaty palms.

By the end of that day, after you made Robin laugh like never before, held her hand on the roller coaster of the local fun fair, and kissed her cheek goodbye before climbing onto the car; Robin knew she was a goner.

For the ten months after you two met, you became Robin's safe place.

Funnily enough, you were wearing the same blue hoodie when Robin had the courage to finally kiss you.

It was sleepover night, Robin invited you over with a promise of cool movies, snacks, and games. You sat on her bed, Robin's head resting on your lap while you discussed which band was better.

"I still stand by my choice Buckley, Beatles all the way." You leaned back on your hand, fingers threading through Robin's hair. You had a lazy smile, memorizing how pretty her eyes were, looking up at you under the soft yellow light of her room.

"They are good, Blondie is better though." Robin tugged on the strings of your hoodie, eyes half closed with your soothing touch.

"Only in your world." You whispered, not caring much for the argument anymore.

Robin opened her eyes fully, with a witty reply at the ready that got stuck in her tongue when her gaze found yours already fixed on her. She exhaled sharply, her heart pumping blood much faster than it should; and she thought about how much she wanted to kiss you right now.

"What's stopping you?" asked your quiet voice; and Robin gulped down a massive lump in her throat because the words somehow slipped from her mind and were thrown in the open for you. She was frozen for a moment, her chest hurting from the pressure of her beating heart and body cold with goosebumps.

Until your words downed on her, and Robin was sitting up slowly. Your places on the bed left little to no space between you, Robin could feel your unsteady breathing on her lips and she took a leap of faith when she grasped the collar of your hoodie, pulling your lips towards hers with a passion that could easily pass as true love.

And for the next two months after your first kiss, Robin considered herself the luckiest person in the world for being able to call you hers.

Robin twirled the dark blue string of the hoodie between her fingers, bright and excited eyes fixed on the clock right above the board. She was counting the seconds for the class to just be over already.

There was a tap on her shoulder, breaking her intense stare. Robin looked up, doe eyes meeting rather annoyed ones from her teacher.

"I'm seeing that empty textbook, Ms. Buckley." The older woman raised a neat eyebrow, making Robin duck her head and hurriedly pick up her discarded pen.

She leaned her head on her palm, writing down the equations she was sure she wouldn't be able to finish before class ended. The heels of the teacher clicked against the floor, birds sang outside taunting Robin of the freedom she currently lacked and Christina whispered something to Lindsay two tables in front of Robin's, both girls giggling; yet the only sound Robin wanted to hear was the school's bell.

It's a little stupid, she knows it, waiting so eagerly just to see you as if she hadn't walked through the school's doors this morning with you by her side. But Robin never was the lucky one, she never had anyone before you and her little heart felt like jumping out of her chest every time she smelled the faint scent of your perfume on the hoodie.

It was so unmistakably yours that she could fool her mind into believing it was you hugging her. With light blue color, darker on the sleeves, and a dark silhouette of a cat on the front; you had given it to her this morning. Robin felt butterflies on her stomach upon thinking about the recent memory;

Your hands were warm, cupping Robin's cheeks and making the girl melt against you. "I can't believe you didn't bring an extra coat, it's almost winter Robin, come on." Your tone was half scolding but your smile was a lovesick one.

Robin took a step closer, her eyes darting down to your lips and if it wasn't for the school's student-filled parking lot she'd be kissing you now.

"I was in a rush, Steve was already waiting at my driveway and I didn't even have my pants on."

You chuckled, fingers brushing through Robin's fringe. You shrugged off your hoodie, confident that the wool sweater underneath would keep you warm. "Put this on."

"But, what about you?" Robin pouted, even if the warmth radiating from the soft fabric was tempting.

"I'll be fine, I'm not the one wearing only a thin long sleeve."

Once Robin had your hoodie snuggly around her, the comfort was instant. She was enveloped by the scent of you, wanting nothing more than to have you actually wrapping her up in your arms.

You tugged at the strings and pulled the hood over her head, your heart swelling with how adorable Robin looked. "Better?"

"Much." Robin breathed out, a ringed finger hooking around yours.

"Alright," bringing one hand up, you traced her bottom lip, "let's go then, lovergirl."

The bell finally rang, Robin all but threw her books inside her backpack and rushed out the door. You both agreed to meet up in the library for studying, but Robin suddenly had other plans.

She was running up to your classroom, dodging other students in the school's hallways before her eyes finally landed on your back. She grinned, and without so much of a warning grasped your wrist on one of her hands.

You turned around startled, feeling your body being yanked to the opposite direction you were walking to. "Robin! What-" you recognized the dirt blonde mop of hair that belonged to your girlfriend, but didn't have much time to question her.

The bathroom door opened forcefully, Robin dragging you inside with an eagerness that made laughter escape from you. It was empty, but just to be safe, you were gently pushed inside one of the stalls.

Robin had her back to you as she locked the door, and she had yet to say a word about what this was all about.

"Are you gonna fill me in here?" You raised an eyebrow even if she couldn't see it, letting go of your backpack and placing it on top of the closed toilet lid.

Robin's chest moved quickly with her breathing because of her running from before. She turned to face you, with parted lips and cheeks tainted pink, from the exertion or something else, you couldn't tell. All you knew is that she was absolutely breathtaking, and to prove your point, your lungs forgot how to function.

She dropped her backpack to the floor with no care, walking up to you with her hands already reaching out for you and a look in her eyes that made your knees weak.

Her movements were quick and desperate, as if she was drowning and you were her safe line, her breath of fresh air. Robin cupped your cheeks with both hands, her chest being flushed to yours and inevitably backing you up against the wall.

You only had time to clutch at the fabric of your hoodie around her waist before her lips were hungrily kissing yours. Robin pressed herself to you, no amount of closeness seeming to be enough for her. The kiss was passionate, yet somehow she still managed to be as gentle as ever; her tongue running along your bottom lip before you granted her entrance. One of your hands came up, fingers burying themselves into Robin's hair and you felt more than heard a low moan escaping her.

By the time you were forced to part, both of you were panting heavily. You refused to have more distance between you than necessary, noses bumping together and hands holding on to each other.

Robin's lips were swollen, her gaze was hazy and you had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I've been wanting to do that since this morning." Robin's voice was an octave lower, the husky tone sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me about it." You grinned widely, sneaking a hand under the hoodie just so you could feel the skin of her lower back, just because you could. You felt goosebumps under your touch, Robin closed her eyes and you pulled her in again.

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The door of Family Video opened with a ding, Robin walked in to start her shift for the day. Steve was already behind the counter, snacking on one of the sweets that stood on display beside him.

"Hey hair," Robin greeted her friend, turning the corner near the red neon sign on the wall to stand beside Steve. She opened her backpack, fishing for her work vest.

Steve chuckled, twirling a returned tape in his hands, "is there uh- is there something you wanna tell me?"

His words made Robin look at him with a deep frown, wondering what on earth he was referring to.

The smirk on Steve's face was knowingly teasing. "Cool hoodie, although I'm pretty sure I know someone who has the exact same one."

Robin crossed her arms over her chest, over your hoodie that she refused to take off; heat crept up her neck and she cursed the feeling. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," Steve mumbled, a huge smile still present as he turned his back to Robin, focusing on stacking up the tapes on the counter.

Running a hand over the soft fabric of the sleeve, Robin smiled to herself, cheeks and heart warmer than ever.

She walked up beside Steve, not meeting his eyes and shifting on her feet. Her tone was adorably proud as she said; "she's stopping by later today."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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Let me know if you wanna be added to her taglist.

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 year

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Bed Friend Episode 8 Thoughts

I don't have like anything cerebral to say that I could write a full analysis on (yet) but BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT THIS EPISODE so here comes a ramble:

First thought, I am so angry on Uea's behalf. LIKE YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT UEA HAD THIS LOVING, PRECIOUS AUNT WHO LITERALLY BURSTS INTO TEARS WHEN SHE SEES HIM AND CANNOT STOP HUGGING HIM, AND SO CLEARLY LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND HIS MOTHER RIPPED HIM AWAY FROM A CHANCE OF GROWING UP FEELING LOVED BY SOMEONE IN HIS FAMILY???????

Honestly, a travesty that we didn't have more time of them interacting, as much as it would have been bittersweet to see just how much he lost by moving out of Lampang, I want a little bit more security that he will have family who loves him unconditionally. I wanted a little bit more time of him getting to bask in familial love.

BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I REALIZED SOMETHING, PINK IS HOME IN THIS SHOW! At least for Uea. He's surrounded by it when he's asking his aunt if he can stay for awhile...

It's the color his sister wears at his "birthday party"

Which like, is that whole event a tragedy for Uea? Yes. But is this the first time we get to see Uea and his sister interact with each other as adults? Also yes, so they have to establish how Uea sees her.

It's the color that Uea wears when he is talking with King in the pool

(and honestly, talking specifically about Lampang, but because I am gay and read in to everything, we're going to say it's also how Uea feels about King and vice versa)

So Jade tells King about Krit and Uea's resignation, and it cuts to King practicing dangerous driving habits, BUT ALSO LITERALLY CRYING?

It's kinda hard to see, but I swear I see a bright line of shiny tear running along the bride of his nose. King may be the world's Goodest Boy, but he definitely fucked up and he knows it and I, personally, am glad that he is thinking back to his fight with Uea and seems to be feeling bad about it.

And now for what @respectthepetty has been waiting for

BLUE BOY APPEARS

And this shot is going to be my argument that King is fundamentally a blue boy because there is an establishing shot of just the blue jacket as he walks up to the inn, his face isn't present in this scene until Uea turns around to see him, so we only follow this light blue jacket.

OK LISTEN, I literally have been going back through every episode to take pictures of all of the reflections in each episode so I can compile a like master post of them because the reflections in Bed Friend tells a lot of the story/does a lot of work to show the character's true feelings. But I saw this image and said "fuck it! I can't save this for later, I have to talk about it now" the way UEA HAS KING'S BACK AND KING HAS UEA'S BACK! The way their only thoughts are of each other, the way there is no way for them to break eye contact. If Uea faces the other direction, he will still face King's reflection. I JUST!!!! a million forehead kisses a couple massive hugs to whoever on the production crew was like 'hey! you know what could be kinda fun...?"

And then we get this shot? Another beautiful reflection, standing together but in two states of mind. King aware of his feelings for Uea and Uea's feelings for him, but Uea unaware that King reciprocates, still knowing there is something that needs to be fixed between them.

King comes here to tell Uea that he wants him to understand, and before King can make his confession Uea interrupts him to apologize for being rude to him and King does not accept an apology, because Uea has done nothing wrong, and not only does King not accept an apology from Uea, he tells him that he isn't mad at Uea and tells Uea that he himself was being jealous and possessive.

And honestly, do I think that King should have apologized here? Yes, but I'll accept this because he's able to name the emotions he was feeling that led to the behavior he exhibited. And then finally he confesses! "Uea, I like you!"

And honestly this show should have been called Tale of A Thousand Stars Reflecting Off Net's Eyes.

And I was SO HAPPY because FINALLY THEY CAN GET ON THE SAME PAGE, only to feel the gut punch of Uea's "Do my feelings matter?' immediately afterward because this has been the core conflict they haven't been able to voice. Uea's feelings have never mattered in almost all of the relationships he has with other people. His feelings never mattered to Pock, his feelings never mattered to Krit, his feelings never mattered to his step-dad, and his feelings certainly never mattered to his mother. Even with his sister, she's frequently used as a tool to get him to do things he doesn't want to do, and she's able to stand at Uea's side in a family argument, but she still allows her brother to compromise his feelings for her.

When Uea and King were in their uncomplicated phase of the FWB, Uea could start to believe that his feelings did matter. King listened when Uea told him to stop, King followed Uea's rules, King didn't use his bet to make Uea engage in pet play. And unfortunately, Uea only started to let his feelings matter to him when King asked him on a beach trip. He let himself be excited by that, and hopeful for that, only to have King cancel on him for a blind date.

King has made some dumbass fucking moves in the last couple episodes, but the smartest move he ever made was taking care of all the loose ends he was aware of before he went chasing after Uea. He resolves all of the conflicts that he knew about before trying to get Uea to come back to a hostile workplace where his relationship to King wouldn't feel secure if he had to still go on these arranged matches.

And King brings up the bet, and because I was kinda hoping earlier in the week for more of a blow out, or confrontation, I was really hoping that King would invoke the bet to make Uea stay and listen to him explain, but I love what they did with it here.

King asks Uea for a chance to make a move.

Not for Uea to be his boyfriend, not for Uea to forgive him, not for Uea to do anything but allow him to try to hit on Uea. Allow King a chance to date Uea.

And I honestly think Uea is surprised by this request as well. Because his feelings have so rarely mattered to the people around him, that I think it is still, even when King has been notoriously good about consent and embracing Uea's feelings, that it is a genuine shock that King isn't going for something massive with this bet. Just asking for a chance.

Oh poor "Are you sure?" Uea. Baby boy, I understand that it is hard to believe that someone would genuinely love and care for you, and I know that it is difficult to break through years of internalized homophobia that has been beaten in to you, But sure you haven't been completely blind to how much of a simp King is for you.

Side note: Kicking and screaming because King told Uea that he's never felt this way about anyone the way he feels with Uea.

This is getting long and my only thoughts on the rest of Lampang is "holy fucking shit they are so cute and finally they just get to be together aware of their mutual feelings, yeehaw!" so I'm cutting to when they return because....

KING FINALLY GETS TO TELL EVERYONE! And he's so fucking happy about it Jesus Christ, this dude. They are about to be disgustingly in love in the office the second that No Touching rule is revoked. And I love that we can tell Uea is getting more comfortable with all of this because, well one, he lets King say this, but two...

He's trying so hard not to be too obviously happy about this.

And yay! We get Uea's work family all together celebrating this queer relationship (because almost all of the people here are queer too) AND we get pink as a color in this scene because this is a loving home for Uea too.

fuck YES GET THAT BOY SOME THERAPY!!!!! I am so pleasantly surprised by the inclusion of therapy as important and necessary both in Bed Friend and in The Eighth Sense. Let's get my boy processing his trauma with a trained professional. I think it was @waitmyturtles who was hesitant this show because she wasn't sure if it was going to be a "Lover Waltzed Into My Life and Suddenly All My Trauma is Gone" type of story. I hope this is relieving to you that regardless of all of the postive changes King has actively made to Uea's life through getting Krit fired, and encouraging Uea to seek justice for his step-dad, that Uea is also being aided by Jade, therapy, and medication for his mental health.

King, careful, you're gonna be the next one getting a talking to by your boss for not getting your work done if you keep spending all of your time in the office hanging around Uea.

BUT ALSO!!! I mentioned in my Uea costume post for Episode 7 that King favors Uea's left side because he knows that Uea does not react well to people hanging around his right side.

So I just wanted to take a second to acknowledge the 1000/10 parallel here.

And speaking of comfortable, I do not think you understand how ecstatic I was to see Uea be like...genuinely comfortable and confident in himself. To just response to King's "Why are you sitting here?"question with "because I'm beautiful," FUCK YEAH YOU ARE, UEA. You bare beautiful and you do deserve to put yourself up on a pedestal so everyone around you can admire your beauty. #selflove

Side note: This is a great shot and King is so in love with Uea, and they make a truly believable couple so shout out to Net and James for the work they put in here. Especially when King spends the night at Uea's apartment and he's trying so hard to restrain himself and Uea is teasing him.

I know this is kind of a weird screenshot to put in here, but I don't have a gif of it, and I just really love how couple-y it feels for Uea to literally like spin himself over King to leave his bed to take his meds. It feels fun, and it feels comfortable. Uea is happy to crawl over his boyfriend to leave his bed. And shout out to Net for horny bastard rights on King's part cause King literally tracks Uea's every move from the second he dodges the kiss until he gets out of bed.

King fulfills his role as the doting and worried boyfriend, which is probably the sexiest thing anyone can do lets be real.

FINALLY IT'S TIME!!! The conversation that needed to be happening a long long time ago. And like, do not get me wrong, Uea is under no obligation to tell anyone any of this information, but without knowledge of Uea's history, King got himself in to a lot more hot water because he has no foundation of understanding for how and why Uea operates the way that he does. When I first saw this scene I think some of the English translation didn't go over the way it was supposed to and I really thought that King had fumbled the ball, but looking back through it the second time, I am interpreting his words a bit differently, and understanding what I think King was trying to get at. Mostly that if Uea is comfortable and trusts King enough to share this information about his step-dad with him there might be a solution to take care of whatever the problem is.

But honestly, I care more about the way King is hold Uea's hands here than I do about what the translation is saying, and above all I care more about

The honest conversation about mental health that is happening in this show. As much as I have really embraced and honestly find the like green tea ads in every BL to be endearing and like a staple of the genre at this point, I have a major appreciation and love for the shows that take the time to give the public health public service announcements. The Warp Effect, which I honestly can't remember having any actual product ads, for example spent most of their typically allotted in-universe ad space to talk about getting the HPV vaccine and the steps of a pelvic exam. KinnPorsche has a 20 minute video discussing queerness in Thailand and what is and is not appropriate to say. Bed Friend spent time in episode 2 showing the steps of getting an STI blood test done and now are talking about mental health and taking medications to treat it.

Listen, I'm a simple bitch, and simple bitches love when the pretenses fall away and the rules no longer apply because this is an extremely important and serious matter and King and Uea both know that he needs these comforting touches, and King doesn't have to ask permission to ground Uea with touch here.

And see! This is what I was talking about in my Uea and Red post, I love this color red on Uea. This feels like a real, legitimate, accurate red for Uea to be in, compared to the bright red that he is shown in near the beginning of the show. I never doubted that Uea was a red rascal, I just...feel like the bright red is a fake red, is a lie. Here, when he is being his most honest with King. When he is sharing information about himself that he had intended never to share with anyone, he isn't in the bright anxiety red, he is in this deeper red.

And listen, Respect The Petty, no one wants to agree with you more than me that King is a Blue Boy, but after this episode I am willing to concede that he is two-toned, specifically because of this outfit and this outfit only:

Black hoodie with a FUCKING RED ROSE OVER THE HEART like come ON! King wears so little red in this show so far. He wore red and black in Episode 4 for the beach trip, and since then has been sitting on a little red pillow on his chair in the office, but otherwise, this outfit?????? King carrying Uea with him in his heart everywhere????? AND THE YELLOW FLOWERS IN THE BACKGROUND??????????

And again, the English translation had me reeling for a second when King was like "For the thing you told me last night, I don't feel okay about it," before he was like "can I do something to your step-dad" and then I was very "casually threw aside a large rock" about it.

And I love that King does seek permission here to go through with consequences for #pransdaddarktimelineedition because something I did find very interesting in this episode was the possibility for a moral quandry about outing Uea as a victim in Krit's harassment to the entire office without Uea's knowledge or consent and how that could possibly have ended poorly for King's relationship to Uea. But, King is a man of action, and he will find solutions where he can, and will not sleep comfortably knowing that someone who has hurt Uea is existing without consequences and possibly capable of hurting other people. But Uea is here this time and this is Uea's history and Uea's trauma so he asks because Uea's feelings are the most important thing to King.

Uea back in blue and that blue matching the same blue-green tone of King’s shirt with the lettering on his sweater.

Ok that is mostly my thoughts on this episode, I might just turn right back around and watch it for a third time because fuck it, I have COVID, and I have laundry to fold. We ball.

Can't wait to tune in next week to watch Uea's Step-Dad get his comeuppance. Hope those charges stick. Don't love that we are seeing yet another person trying to get with Uea and threatening the relationship between Uea and King, but I really hope that is swept aside quickly and we get most of this episode and episode 10 of them just being disgustingly in love because I JUST! WANT! UEA! TO! BE! HAPPY! THAT'S ALL I'M FUCKING ASKING FOR!

If you read this whole thing you're my best friend now, sorry I don't make the rules, this is just so long for no reason. But I will not do multi-part posts unless I literally run out of image space. K, byeeeeeeeee

#bed friend #bed friend the series #ueaking #kinguea #king x uea #uea x king #netjames #jamesnet #net siraphop #james supamongkon #domundi #bed friend analysis #bed friend stray thoughts #bed friend episode 8 #bed friend ep 8 #it was write one beast or make like four separate post and i did not want to do that #i would apologize for constantly writing novels on this website but im not actually sorry so

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novellafaire · 1 year

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TWST BOYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

Just some headcanons on what I think they would be like as boyfriends ♡

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore (here!) - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

• first off, this man has high standards

• so he probably wouldn’t have jumped into a relationship with you right away

• but when he does, that shows how much he values you

• he is your personal outfit coordinator

• wants you to look your best but won’t neglect your comfort for it

• spa dates!!

• not only is it good for him as well, but he loves being able to pamper you

• from now on, you’ll only be using the best products that he gets for you — making sure they suit your specific needs and preferences

• would make sure you’re staying hydrated and would probably fix your eating habits to make it healthier as well

• might come across as nagging sometimes, but he genuinely just wants you to be your best

• if it ever gets too much, just talk to him and he would back off a bit

• there might be arguments that arise, especially from his almost controlling behavior, but they’re never extreme

• usually you’ll talk it out fairly quickly and the issue would be resolved

• keeps your relationship pretty private

• only because he wants your privacy to be maintained, and he doesn’t want his fans (those who are toxic) to attack you

• he doesn’t want you to deal with that criticism

• this means PDA is fairly limited

• at the school he’s not shy about kissing your cheek or brushing you hair out in public, but not much beyond that

• outside of the school it’s even more limited

• but if you guys are out and paparazzi somehow finds you, he will take you in his arms and shield you from the blinding camera flashes

• he will spoil you

• not an excessive amount, but shopping sprees aren’t uncommon

• if someone talks bad about you or bothers you, first he’ll send Rook to find them

• then he’ll verbally berate them in a way that’s polite but also extremely snide

• he won’t make a scene though

• then he’ll make sure their words/actions didn’t get to you too much

• Rook, as with everyone, sings your praises all the time — constantly talking about how you and Vil are the most beautiful couple

• Epel can’t understand you; why would you want to be with Vil? Willingly putting yourself in a position where you’re often subjected to his lectures??

• he thinks you’re crazy

• but despite what he says, he does care about Vil and admires him, so he’s happy for you guys

• Epel also appreciates how when you’re around Vil’s attention is on you instead of him

• Vil will help you study if you ask

• he is not a jealous person at all

• his ego is too massive — he knows he’s the best so he’s not worried about you choosing anyone else

• although, he does get a bit more worried when Neige is around

• speaking of which, tries to keep you away from Neige as much as possible

• will allow you to come watch some of his modeling gigs or be on the set of his movies

• even though he’s already got a massive ego, he still appreciates it when you compliment or praise him

• he’s decent at comforting, but has his own way

• when he sees you’re upset, he’ll whisk you away to take a nice, hot bath

• then, with your permission, he’ll give you a massage with oils and everything

• he’ll listen to all of your problems and offer his advice

• his dad means a lot to him, so he wants you to meet him, but won’t rush it

• he wants everything to go smoothly and for you to get along

• his dad would trust his sons judgement and would ensure you are with Vil because of who he is as a person, and not money or fame, but over all he’s very supportive

• all in all, Vil is the type of boyfriend who wants you to be your best ♡

• not gonna lie he probably stalked you first—

• but only because he found you interesting and wanted to understand your likes/dislikes before really approaching you

• as a boyfriend though, this man will worship you

• you’re right up there with Neige and Vil

• not a day goes by where he doesn’t shower you in praises

• this also means he’s not a jealous person at all

• if someone’s complimenting you, he’ll join them; his eccentricity will usually scare off the other person from furthering their advances anyways

• will write you poems and even serenade you

• if you’re ever curious on hunting, he’ll gladly teach you!!

• does that thing where he stands behind you while fixing your position and grasp on the bow—

• loves PDA, but won’t push you past your comfort zone

• when y’all hold hands, he’ll gladly swing your arms because he’s just so happy to be with you

• arguments aren’t that common, usually it’s just you wanting space, and if you tell him that he’ll gladly listen

• sometimes he’ll appear out of nowhere, lowkey scaring you

• absolutely adores it if you take his hat and wear it yourself

• if anyone talks bad about you or messes with you, he will find them and threaten them in a way that doesn’t seem actually that threatening, until you see his strained smile—

• his priority will be making sure it didn’t affect you too much though

• he’s also extremely attune to your body language and emotions almost scarily so

• will wrap you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to you, rocking you back and forth until you’ve calmed down

• if you express any interests or hobbies, he could listen to you talk about it for hours and never get bored

• might also try to learn more about it himself so he could understand you better; in fact, maybe you could teach him!

• you’ll never feel like he isn’t listening to you

• he’ll make sure you’re taking care of yourself, but not in an overbearing way

• has very endearing nicknames for you

•it’s hard to surprise him, but he’ll always indulge you

• loves to swing you around in his arms

• spoils you, but more so with handmade things rather than bought things

• probably has a photo book dedicated to pictures of you and him (sometimes it’s just pictures of you tho—)

• he is very much a hopeless romantic

• Vil doesn’t really have much of an opinion on you, but he can tell how much Rook loves you

• Epel also doesn’t have much of an opinion on you, but he can get grossed out by all the lovey dovey displays

• he would love for you to meet his family, especially all his siblings!

• except it’s hard to get them all in one place, so you’ll most likely meet them separately and at different times

• unless you go with him on the holidays, which he would love!!

• over all, Rook is a romantic boyfriend who’s always singing you praises ♡

• he will constantly be trying to prove himself as “a man” to you

• just remind him that you like him as he is

• will simultaneously be upset and flustered if you call him “cute” or “adorable”

• if you call him handsome or manly though? He will be so proud and ecstatic

• will definitely try to carry you to prove how strong he is

• he would like to claim he doesn’t get jealous

• but he does

• especially if the person hitting on you is taller or stronger than him

• he’ll get really huffy about it, so you’ll have to comfort and reassure him

• arguments don’t happen that often, but it’s usually because you might want to be more independent

• if you express this to him, he’ll be a bit upset — he just wanted to help you — but will understand

• outdoorsy dates!!

• he grew up on a farm, so he loves being outside, and with you?? even better!!

• if you go visit him during spelldrive practice or games, he’ll be so happy

• especially if you act as his personal cheerleader

• he loves the support, and he gets to use it as an opportunity to show off

• Leona and Ruggie will tease him though

• Epel would love to be more dominant when it comes to PDA, but… he still gets flustered easily

• so there’s not much PDA that actually happens

• will definitely brag about dating you to the other first years though

• they get annoyed with all his boasting

• will fight anyone who talks bad about you or messes with you

• no matter their size or strength, he will take them on

• and the fact he’s doing it to protect you fuels him even more, so chances are he’ll win

• would really appreciate it if you patched him up afterwards though, because it shows how much you care

• he wants you to know you can rely on him and that he’ll always be there for you

• he’s not the greatest at comforting you, but he really tries his best

• he’ll probably just hold you in his arms; he’s fuming at whatever upset you though, even if it’s something inanimate

• gifts you so much apple stuff

• he also makes apple carvings for you, usually based on things he knows you like

• Epel feels comfortable around you and will allow his accent to slip

• and if you embrace it, he’ll appreciate you even more

• Vil is fine with you, but he’s just worried about your influence on Epel

• Vil is always trying to make sure Epel’s actions are gentlemanly

• Epel will reluctantly listen most of the time

• Rook thinks you guys are adorable and is always praising how it’s “young love”

• Epel would love for you to visit Harveston and meet his family

• his grandma and mom love you

• they also love embarrassing Epel, much to his dismay

• especially when it comes to baby pictures

• all in all, Epel is a fun-loving boyfriend who is ready to protect you ♡

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst pomefiore #pomefiore #twst vil #twst rook #twst epel #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #fanfic

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goldenbloodytears · 24 days

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Got me thinking after the last (one of??) question you've answered. How do you picture the day Danny killed the senior Johnson and the aftermath of it?

Good question. I don’t have the entire thing sketched out in my head but here’s a rough outline of the ideas I’ve had banging around inside my skull for a while.

The tome does all but outright say that Danny killed his old man on a wild impulse… so following along with that, I think it was an “accident” too.

I put the rest under a read more since I think it got a little long haha

I think Danny had long prior developed a fantasy where he would kill his dad, one where he thought out all the little minute details based on his dad’s habits. I don’t know if he would have physically written anything down plan-wise, but I view it as the originating behaviour of his later impulse and style of stalking, he just became more organized about it once he knew he would be purposefully hunting people later.

I think the situation leading up to the event was something like this. The old man tells Danny they’re going on a hunting/camping trip, whatever plans Danny has made previous to this does not matter—he is expected to drop them. They take a long drive out to the middle of nowhere, and it’s tense and awkward. They get where they’re going, setup everything…. And eventually they get into an argument. Possibly one which elevates into a physical altercation and Danny ends up pulling his knife.

I had the particularly unhinged thought last night of whether his old man would be proud of Danny attacking him or at least suddenly try to comfort him “it’s okay son it’s an accident” while he’s bleeding the fuck out in the middle of nowhere… this is admittedly where my ideas start to break down and get fuzzy.

The next part I’m not sure about, but I can see Danny trying to rig the scene afterwards… despite the fact it’s an accident. This is assuming he doesn’t just go into shock for a bit. I don’t think he would know what to do here, nor am I super sure either. Would he leave to try to flag down the cops or attempted medical help if his dad wasn’t quite dead yet? Idk.

There’s an entire alternate scenario in which Danny just buries his dad in the woods and then fucks off to new life, but that feels a little too… I’m not sure if it’s easy, but it feels rather fanciful? I kinda feel like it’s the story he would tell to make himself sound badass.

So I feel like either way he probably got caught that first time. Maybe his dad had invited some old friends of his for the thing but they only show up later to a dissociated bloody Danny and his dead dad a couple feet away.

I should probably note that I’ve been considering this incident as happening while Danny is an older teen or young adult. Within the 17-21 range. Mostly because I think part of their argument would be related to Danny’s plans for the future and his dad wanting him to follow in his footsteps.

If we do go with the outcome where he gets charged, then he ends up calling his mom to bail him out—he’s pretty understandably freaking out at this point as the reality sets in. She flys out and immediately takes over in being the mom he hasn’t had for years; she’s the one who takes care of his legal fees and finding him a really good defence lawyer. I think I’ve said it already but his mom feels massively guilty about the situation.

There’s a couple potential outcomes to the situation here, and also some things to note.

I think the resulting legal trial would be Danny’s first taste of the media’s interest in bad news on a personal level, deeper than the “oh look more bad news” when you’re watching the local news at six kinda deal. I don’t picture it gaining much more than local publicity however.

Then you have where he might get charged with a lesser count like manslaughter, rather than homicide (this is related to my thoughts about him writing out his fantasies earlier… a good prosecutor would be able to argue he had criminal intent if his writings were found, whereas a lack of prior documentation heavily pushes the legal narrative more towards voluntary manslaughter by way of emotional distress)…. regardless of what he gets charged with, I’m a little stumped as to whether he could get a full acquittal or not.

The outcome I like is where he does get an acquittal (or extremely lenient sentencing), but his mom still has Danny move in with her and the family she’s got going, and there’s a brief period where he’s going to therapy or taking self-help classes (once again paid for by mommy dearest). Everything looks normal for a bit (I think the sudden “normalcy” drives him a little crazy tbh) and he gets his first journalism job at a paper… only to end up having the epiphany that the best way for him to get anywhere in the news world is to create the news himself.

He makes the conscious decision to go forward with what he’s doing at this point, after all, isn’t he hunting humans like his old man wanted him to do?

The only contention I have is that a criminal record could make things complicated, but at the same time explains some of his idiosyncrasies—like why is his background entry for dbd so obsessed with him not leaving any dna?? Well, maybe because he already has finger prints saved in a local law agency somewhere. Why does he use fake identities? Because he has a crime associated with his legal one, and because it provided more “protection” for what he’s doing.

At the same time, I think having a near brush with the law, one where he was lucky enough to escape without a criminal record, is enough to also explain the same things.

As a final thought, he definitely carries guilt about his dad’s death, like… his lore is pretty clear that he feels like his old man deserved a “better design” which makes me wonder if the original plan he had was a lot more… peaceful for Johnson senior to experience, or whether that’s just the reflection of “wow that really sucked” and not living up to the idealized fantasy he built in his head.

Also random trivia bit but I think he calls his mom on her birthday every year and tells her about how his life is “going” (probably making it sound way better than it is). She’s always chiding him to come visit and to call more often bc she loves and misses him.

#danny johnson #dbd ghostface #ghostface #dead by daylight #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd lore #dbd headcanons #dbd

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admirableadmiranda · 1 year

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Hi, I'm new to this fandom and saw about your stand against Jiang Cheng and I'm genuinely curious, could I ask you why do you hate the character so much? I'm genuinely curious.

Hello! Welcome to the MDZS fandom! It’s a really interesting place to be.

I do think you are perhaps misunderstanding my fight, and it’s understandable, there’s a lot of history behind it. But I don’t actually hate Jiang Cheng the book character at all.

He’s a fantastic antagonist, one who has enough happen to him that he’s understandable without justifying his actions. His anger and bitterness make him incredibly active, which can help move the plot along well, and the fact that he is also Wei Wuxian’s personal antagonist makes him very fun and relevant as you need the antagonists that can make a character hurt personally for stories of this type.

As his general character archetype, I think he’s done really well. I quite enjoy him in the context he is supposed to be seen as, the younger person who grew up with the hero who instead of attempting to better himself, tore down those around him in an attempt to put everyone on the same level.

My problem (and my fight) is that the character of Jiang Cheng in Modaozushi is not the Jiang Cheng that is in the fanfics and the art and the meta and discussions.

The Jiang Cheng that you see in fanfics and metas that isn’t under the Not JC Friendly on Ao3 or #canon jiang cheng tag on tumblr is one that is no longer an antagonist or in character, but someone else entirely. Someone who no longer slots into the world of MDZS as if he were actually the person they posit him to be, the events that he is responsible for would have never happened. Quite simply they take the character I enjoy, erase all of his actual traits and then show up to scream at me for writing him wrong, or lying about the book, or not knowing how to read.

Or they are gleefully celebrating classism and homophobia with him. I can’t tell you how many posts I’ve seen that are basically “he’s right to be homophobic because Wangxian are annoying and he should hate them for that”. In a danmei fandom. About the lead couple. I already have dealt with more than enough homophobia in my daily life, why do I have to deal with it in a fandom for a novel in which the leads are a happily married queer couple?

I have been in this fandom for a year and a half. I tag my posts appropriately. When I was requested to not put character hate in the main tag (and novel quotes qualified as character hate), I did as they asked and invented my own tag. Sure it’s a little snarky, but it’s also an easy one to block and allows others like myself who enjoy the character as he is in the book to find my stuff. On ao3, I’ve written a few fics that use him in it as he is in the book and tagged it not for JC fans as they requested.

Do you know what I got?

I have anon hate for using my tag, the very tag I created in response to their request. On my fics that use him, I have people showing up to cry that he’s out of character and I can’t write. When I did all that I could do to try and enjoy a character as he is in canon and as they continually say is what they want. “You don’t have to like him, just tag your stuff so we don’t have to see it.”

I do stand against his stans. I have blocked many of them and gotten in arguments with many others. You are new to this fandom so you wouldn’t have seen this, but a year ago one of them wrote a fanfic about Lan Wangji murdering Wei Wuxian because they were mad about the very existence of the not for jc fans tag, and tagged it with romance and fluff tags so that fans of wangxian would click on it and read a horrible, deliberately hurtful fic and gleefully celebrated it on Twitter.

Why should I not stand against them? They have bullied so many people out of this fandom for not writing Jiang Cheng in the way they want. That is not okay. This is a massive fandom in places where it is very easy to filter and tag, and they try to bully and chase us out of the whole fandom because we don’t like their made up version of a character, or the fact that they are homophobic and shitty to the leads and to me and my friends and my followers.

Welcome to Modaozushi fandom, new reader. It’s a very volatile place with a long history. This is my section of it. And that is why I tag with canon jiang cheng and do not take any shit from people who have umbrage with that.

Thanks for the ask, I hope you have a really great day and at least consider my words even if you don’t agree with them. I suspect if you do, we will never have a problem with each other.

#mdzs #canon jiang cheng #asks #fandom history

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escape-music1432 · 1 year

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With All My Heart

König x Reader

Soulmate AU: Black and white

Y'all this took me a month. A FUCKIN MONTH!

I had so many ideas n' none of them sat right so enjoy the final product 😚

Can you guess the song by the title?

5k words(some swears)

Not edited cuz my brain hurts😵‍💫

I can’t write accents and I’m not apologizing🖕

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You glanced over at the fit man beside you, the music drowning out the small quips as he spoke, the smell of bunt fries, cigarettes and alcohol filled your nose. The quick gulp of the sweet sour wine itched at your throat as you felt his shoulder gently shove your side. The man's laughter filled the bar air, the nudge causing some wine to spill down the front of your sundress. Your calm composure made the man stiffen up as his laughter died down as you turned your full attention to him. He didn't look much, but with the tightly fitting dress shirt and jeans seemed to compliment just exactly how he was acting. The scruff of his growing beard and small specks of acne proved to you he hadn't been taken care of himself like usual.

Sean has been your long time friends. Sadly within those ten years, adulthood didn't treat either of you well. Sharing an apartment while working double shifts to get enough money for bills, food, and college funds, it wasn't the dream either of you had in the big city. However, it was ideal considering you had taken him in after his parents kicked him out. Sean had it rough, now that the years kept going by faster and faster, so finding the one was becoming increasingly more appealing.

Your hand gently ran along the glass cup, shoving the small shot glass aside as your friend Sean downed them. The alcohol radiating from him in waves, to the point your nose crinkled every time he spoke. Your heart raced every time he giggled, wondering what diabolical thing he could have conjured up. You couldn't control the adult baby that sat next to you, only being able to tame him with talk of another life, a life he wished and yearned for. The night of casual friendly drinking was now a wasteland of drunken rambles and incoherent nonsense.

You couldn't blame Sean, he had a massive crush on someone who barely acknowledged him. He didn't want to admit it but when he had a crush he treated them like trash, making unruly comments about their looks, personality. It was a wonder how his crush dealt with him most days, mostly ignoring his remarks between meetings and disappearing after them. Sean wanted nothing more than to embrace them into his life but here he was crying at the bar, wondering why they didn't talk or put themselves in a position to be in the same vicinity as him.

You knew crushes were inevitable, with the hope of finding that one person to bring color to your life. Some dealt with little to no color while others seem to have every color in their vocabulary. Soulmates weren't something you agreed upon during your 26 years of life, but you somehow found it entertaining watching others on their search. Seeing your friend wail and hiccup was one of the many forms this soul bond made.

His crush happened to be an old friend, Mike. When you hung out he'd ask about Sean wondering what he was like, who he was with, how he knew you. And every time you'd shrug it off wondering why exactly he wanted to know and now a couple months later you realized Mike felt the same for Sean. He was handsome, and the sweetest man you knew beside Sean. However, when these two were together they'd pull the same antics, pushing harder than pulling. During meetings it'd be constant arguments, judgements and annoyance. They could end the scuffle with a simple touch. A touch that both were to stubborn to initiate, the doubt of color not blossoming before their eyes or the simple beauty it will. Either way you weren't keen on finding out, not when Sean was drunk and could barely form words let alone keep his head up.

You tried to quiet Sean down, hushing him like a child and much like one he groaned speaking louder while covering his ears. Someone from across the bar stood up abruptly, the chair they sat on crashed onto the floor. It all happened in slow motion, the glass of wine that you'd been sipping came crashing down onto Sean, his childish wailing ceased as a misty eyed Mike stood at your side fuming with anger. Sean's eyes widened, his expression reading true horror and embarrassment.

"Is that what you really think? I hate you?" Mike's voice darkened as he glared daggers at Sean, his full attention on the drunken man who was now curled against the wall not bothering to even look at Mike any longer. You tried to intervene but was quickly shut down when Mike slammed his hands against the table, nearly pouncing toward the silent man beside you. "Can't say it to my face? Can you?! You're such an idiot."

Mike was much closer now, you could smell the sour stench of vodka on his breath having nothing on the whiskey Sean had been drinking. Sean flinched back, you noticed now that he was shaking uncontrollably. It made your own body tense noticing Sean's breathing was becoming more frantic, his eyes blinded by the pool of tears gushing from them. His dry heaving proved to you what was happening as Mike berated him. You felt anger bubble up inside you, and with the wine beginning to set in, you felt double the amount of courage than usual. In one swift fluent motion you had stood up, your hands coming up to cover Mike's chest as you used all your weight to step forward.

"Back off!" You shoved Mike back using all your strength, he stumbled into a near by table knocking glasses over and getting yelled at from the couple that sat at the table. Sean gasped loudly from behind you while you stood protectively in front of him. The shattered glass littered around your feet, your gaze lingered on the glass as your heart thumped against your chest before you shifted your gaze back up to the drunken man slouched over a table.

Mike grumbled, sitting back up and swiping away the food that tethered onto his shirt from the fall. He didn't even apologize to the couple only sending you a bone chilling glare while Sean fumbled over himself to stand beside you. Mike stood upright, still drunk.

"Just... stop it. We're leaving. Okay?" You huffed angrily, looking away for one second to grab your coat and purse and when you looked back Mike was charging for you. You yelped, barely dodging his sudden attack but he countered you with a quick shove of his shoulder and you were on your ass. He stumbled over himself, landing into the booth you had once sat at. You felt a pain in your side from landing against the shattered plates from before, and without any hesitation you sat back up. The alcohol in your system drowning out all of your other senses.

"What the hell?! You don't even know-" Just before you could finish Mike shot up from his laying position, pointing an accusing finger at you. His nose scrunched up as he glared at you, obviously feeling some sort of resentment toward your words. His cold stare frightened you a bit, not used to this side of him but still you held strong and stood up waiting for him to continue as you tried to replicate his cold stare.

"You wanna know the full story?" His voice shook you to your very core, it seeped of venom and a bit of worry. You didn't make a sound or any movement, only fixing your eyes onto him signaling for him to continue as you waited. However, the fearful look in Sean's eyes concerned you, wondering what exactly Mike could say that would strike so much fear into him.

"Fine. Sean and I are soulmates big whoop! But guess what? He shot me down, why you ask? Well it's because he's straight, and here he is telling you a sad sap story making me the bad guy." You looked over to Sean who looked more ashamed by the second, Mike's words eating away at him in more ways than one.

"Why would me being a guy matter?! I spent my life dreaming of the day my soulmate would embrace me and love me, yet here we are! It's just not fair. Why can't you love me... what did I do... shit." Mike's words softened at the end, the sound of a broken man never ceased to amaze you. You knew deep down what the problem was, and Sean was too afraid to admit it.

You watched as Mike curled in on himself, slipping onto the ground his hands coming up to cover his face. You could tell it was something he'd been holding in for awhile. The defeated look he had only confirmed that, and it made your heart ache with the sniffles and tears falling from his eyes.

You slouched your shoulders, looking around at the prying eyes before walked toward Sean. Your hand gently came into contact with his shoulder and when it did you had startled him. His eyes glancing from you to Mike, fresh tears beginning to brim at the edge of his eyes.

"Come on. Let's go." You didn't say another word as you helped lift him up, helping him trudge through the bar not wanting to cause any more trouble.

You wrapped your coat snuggly around yourself, making sure to keep close to Sean. His wobbling and teetering walk had you on mom mode, hoping he wouldn't fall over or hit his head. You opened the bar door, following Sean outside. When the cold air hit you, you felt better. The adrenaline began to ware off, and the awkwardness began to set in. You hated times like these, when a serious conversation needed to be made but you were patiently waiting until the next crosswalk to even consider speaking.

You took a deep breath in, "Sean..."

He stiffened up slightly at the sound of his name, his steps beside yours stopped abruptly. You stopped too, turning to face him. You could see his defeated expression clearly, the sadness edged into every wrinkle of his forehead.

"Why didn't you tell me Mike was your soulmate? Is it because of-" You felt your words get caught in your throat at Sean's sinking figure, he balanced himself on the heels of his feet as he curled up. His arms resting against his knees as he nodded his head, already knowing what you were going to say.

"Oh Sean... they aren't here. They can't hurt you. Mike wouldn't hurt you, damnit, he'd never lay a finger on you..." You leaned down toward him, running your hand against his back to soothe his muffled sobs.

"I know, but it's so hard. It's been years (y/n). Years! My parents hurting me just because of my sexuality, the men I've slept with. I was so scared when I found out it was actually Mike." Sean leaned into your touch, letting himself unravel before you. His repressed emotions finally coming to surface.

You sat with him as he told you the story, the sudden touch a few months back. The colors blossoming in his vision, the beauty of it all. The fear, the hatred, the resentment, the yearning, the jealousy. All happening in the span of a few seconds from a single touch. It was painful as much as it was beautiful, and the absolute sadness in Mike's eyes when Sean told him he couldn't be with him. It was like you were there, experiencing the most heartbreaking moment. The moment when both men were shattered with the realization life wasn't so fair. In Sean's situation it was becoming unbearably obvious he was still traumatized from his high school years, the years he'd spent living with you after his parents kick him out.

"Sean, it's not going to be like that. Mike doesn't understand what happened before you two met. He has the right to know. I would want to know why my soulmate wouldn't want to be with me, wouldn't you?" Something in Sean clicked as he stared at you, his expression softening as he nodded along to your question.

"You're right, but after tonight I don't think he'll want to see me again." Once again he sunk back into that dark place inside his mind.

"I'm sure I can talk some sense into that big lug of yours." You nudged his shoulder slightly, giving him a playful smile.

Sean gave you a weak smile, his mouth opened to speak but both of you froze. The rushed footsteps from afar began coming toward you. You had immediately turned your attention to the unknown figure sprinting down the sidewalk. Sean heard them too, immediately drying up his tears and standing beside you. You thought it was Mike, but as the figure came closer you realized they were much, much taller than Mike was. Literally towering over you, like a skyscraper. Their hoodie and face mask concealing their identity while you reached for your bag only to feel it disappear into thin air as the person stood in front of you. Their chest puffing in and out like they had run a marathon. They closed the distance between you. Your hand coming up to Sean's chest to keep a good foot between you and the mysterious person.

Your neck hurt from how far you had to lean back to look up at them, "Can I help you?"

The person took a deep breath in, hunching over slightly to catch their breath. "Excuse me, das Fräulein. You left zis... Sorry if I startled you, I seen you leave and zought-"

The man looked mysterious but the way he spoke so softly, and the way the skin on the side of his eyes crinkled with his smiling eyes you realized your mistake in judgment. His words trailed off into the wind as you looked at the purse he was carrying. You noticed the way his fingers poked out from the gloves he wore, his hand nearly engulfing the bag as he leaned down slightly as he nudged the bag out to you. He made himself smaller, taking up as little space to give you the most comfort. It was odd but heart warming at the simple gesture. The more you looked at the purse the more you began to realized it was your purse, dumbfounded you stuttered over yourself realizing what the man was doing.

"Oh... Oh shit! Thank you sir, thank you so much..." You sheepishly reached out for your bag, your words becoming muffled as you nicked your fingers against his.

The soft grip you had on your purse loosened. You blinked once, then twice wondering why your vision began to blur. The small specks began to cloud your vision like television static. With each passing second they began to haze into what you can only call color. The sound of your bag hitting concrete made you jump in fright as the once dull world spouted in colors you had no name for. The reds, blues, and yellows formed different shades and hues all together. You were so ecstatic, surprised and frightened all at the same time. The light from signs shined brightly in neon color, and even the skin upon your body glowed dimly.

"Mein Gott," His voice rang through the chilly air, his thick accent making your ears tingle.

Did he always have an accent, you couldn't remember. The past events becoming nothing but a blur of colors clouding each and every past event. Life flashed before your eyes surrounding each moment in sprouts of golden rays of sunshine, and purple hues of dusk. Your mind buzzed as your heart began to thumped loudly against your chest, beating so roughly you could hear it pound against your ear drums. The stutter of your words and shallow breaths creating a symphony with your racing mind and heart, soothing any worry but strumming a new found feeling.

You looked up at the tower of a man, examining him. His facial expression couldn't be seen behind the black medical mask, his dark gray hoodie helping in obstructing his features. You could tell, from the widened eyes and frantic movement, that he was trying hard to piece together what you had so easily accepted. The new feeling becoming increasingly more prominent as he tripped over himself to step back and look at the world that was once black and white.

Looking at his body language and ogling eyes, you knew this feeling was none other than philophobia. You've heard of it being a side effect of finding your soulmate, a feeling that wasn't unusual but not often heard of. You pieced together the moment this phobia affected you. After hearing Sean's story and seeing Mike's expression, it struck you the wrong way. You knew it would hurt when you witnessed their heart break.

Those thoughts kept racing through your mind, tainting any happy emotion you once felt. Your body moved on its own as you quickly snatched up your bag and turning toward Sean, his facial expression filled with worry as you laced your fingers with his. Sean couldn't even get a word in as you pulled him to keep in step with you.

"H-Hey vait!? Liebe?" The mans words were gut wrenching as you kept walking, your eyes misty from the sudden rush of fear and adrenaline.

Your emotions were going haywire, the anxiety itching at your body as you began to jog but remembering the pain in the mans eyes began to break your heart even more. You began sprinting toward your apartment, hoping you could run from the feeling racing after you. Sean surprisingly kept up with you, his screaming questions fell on deaf ears. Only when you apartment door shut behind you, were you finally able to breathe. The tears finally beginning to fall passed your lashes and stream down your cheeks, your hiccups turning into loud sobs as you fell onto the floor covering your eyes with your jacket sleeve.

Sean watched in horror as you broke down. He stood awkwardly for what felt like forever, not making a sound or moving an inch. His mind raced, not only did Mike confess everything but something happened to you while talking to that German man. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, all he knew was he couldn't bare to see you shivering from the cold or watch your knuckles turn white as you gripped your hair. It reminded him of when he first met Mike, the touch was so hypnotizing yet so existential. He understood your pain.

Sean sunk down next to you, his hands gently running over the back of the (f/c) jacket you wore. He could feel the icy pins against his fingertips as he tried his best to comb your hair back, his hands gently holding your own. The words he wanted you to hear couldn't surface, not when you looked up at him with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Your cheeks were red from the cold, small specs of snot forming at the bottom of your nose as you sniffled and wiped away at your drenched face.

"Are you okay?" He couldn't even speak clearly as his words caught in his throat. Sean knew he was going to cry again, watching as you shook your head. You nuzzled into his arm while continuing to sniff and sob. He knew what you were feeling, happy he could be useful for once.

"He's the one, wasn't he?" Sean's words rang in your ears.

Once again you nodded, trying your best to keep still as your muffled cries bounced off the apartment walls, keeping you from ever finding the words you needed to speak. Sean chuckled, tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. His chuckling turned into a fit of crying laughter as he engulfed you in a hug, rocking you back and forth and shushing you.

It had been months with no sign of the mystery man. You assumed he was visiting for only a few days, shooting your chances of meeting him down to a slim 0.1% chance and with no way of knowing for sure, those numbers dropped further. Most days went by without fault, enjoying the new perspective and sights. While other days you couldn't even close your eyes without being blinded by the colors around you, and the existential crisis creeping up your spin at every waking moment.

Sean had yet to talk to Mike, leaving you both in a spiraling loop of love and fear, yearning yet repressing. However, you were envious Sean got to see Mike nearly everyday, while you had no hope of finding the German man again. You tried to remember more details about him besides his height and kindness.

The days continued to pass in a blur, Mike and Sean deciding to take it slow not denying nor establishing their relationship. All was looking up with your promotion and having your two friends back, but the ache in your chest never ceased.

"Can I get another glass, please?" You waved your empty wine glass at the waiter, who gave you an annoyed look but forced a smile as you hummed in delight at the amber liquid filling the glass.

"Slow down, (y/n)..." Sean's cautious words flew passed your head as you fumbled the fork in your hand, the small bits of steak falling back onto your plate as you glared at the inanimate object.

Sean nudged your side slightly as you hummed, still focused on the fork between your fingers to keep it steady. Mike chuckled at your childish behavior while Sean rubbed his temple in frustration.

"Come on, do you need me to feed you?" His words repeated in your head as you chuckled, leaning against his shoulder playfully. Before laughing devilishly as you finally got the piece of meat onto your utensil. "I think I can do it myself dad."

You finally agreed to a night out as a third wheel so Sean and Mike could go on a date, which was a mistake if you asked Sean. However, you enjoyed the night of laughter and lighthearted jokes. It silenced the voices and pains in your chest, something you needed after stressing for months. Sean knew this, just as much as Mike. It was kind of funny to watch them sneak glances and gentle touches, something that soothed the 'unknown feeling' according to Sean.

"Can you guys get a room, I don't need to be here for this." Your drunken giggle made both of them jump in place as you watched Sean's expression turn from annoyance to sympathy. It made your stomach turn, not in a good way either. Something in you told you to leave, it must have been the rumble in your stomach and the salty taste on your tongue as saliva began to fill your mouth.

Without any warning you shimmied out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom but stopping midway to glance back to your friend. His blue eyes shined brighter when he looked into the oak eyes admiring him. His dirty blonde hair slicked back and the blue dress shirt complimenting his features. It wasn't to long ago when all those colors were black and white, odd shades of grey that had no meaning. The world around you was surreal, hypnotic, a dream.

You leaned against the bathroom sink to rinse off your face, the cold water hiding the stray tears that slipped passed your eyes. Your heart thumped against your ears, the line between panic and attack becoming increasingly prominent. The knock at the bathroom door made your body calm, only focusing on the voice from the other side.

You walked out of the bathroom, a quick apology to the lady giving you an annoyed glance before she scurried into the room. Your racing thoughts ceased before adrenaline kicked in, the warmth radiating at your finger tips increased as you rounded the corner. Your heart dropped, seeing a familiar hunched over figure standing by your booth. Sean and Mike making quick conversation with the towering man as you stood dead in your tracks. It couldn't be, your mind couldn't accept it. He was here, after all the wasted energy looking for him, he was here.

You felt your body go numb, admiring the way he slouched and gestured with his large hands. Your heart skipped a beat noticing the light brown hai hair, the way it sat curled at his shoulders. The jacket he wore was nowhere in sight, for a moment you questioned if it really was him. You could see the scruff of a beard at his chin, the familiar black medical mask pulled down to his neck gently tugging his ears down as he spoke. Then it happened, he smiled. His teeth showed through the thin of his chapped lips, you narrowed your gaze on his blue eyes watching the way the corner of them crinkled. A chill ran down your spin as you shuddered, loving the familiar warmth at the pit of your stomach. It really was him...

You watched as Sean turned his gaze toward you, a warm smile and loving gaze. It was to good to be true. Sean waved you over, at the sudden change of Sean's attention the man turned his attention toward you. You felt that same feeling from before. The existential crisis crawled down your spine in a bone chilling realization, it wasn't a dream. His soft gaze making you putty where you stood, his hand coming up to wave at you in a joyful manner. You couldn't deny the way your heart soared at his sweetness, nor could you control the way your body moved toward him.

Mesmerizing, that's the best way you could describe him. He pulled you in without even trying, capturing you in bliss at a single glance. Before you knew it you were standing in front of him, looking up at his nervous expression. His gaze was still soft as he stared down at you, the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a large smile.

"Hello, Liebe. I'm happy to see you again." His voice was soft as silk as his small exhale of breath littered across your face.

Your nose scrunched at the faint hint of alcohol and fruit on his breath, finding the scent welcoming. You inhaled so sharply you could see him stiffen at the sound, you must have scared him. Without any warning, you quickly stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He let out a surprised sound at your loving embrace, his arms stiffening at his sides. You could feel the philophobia crawling around your mind, however, you kept your hold against him not letting go. Your hands gently clasping together as you nuzzled your face into the place between his stomach and chest. Loving the way your body melted into his.

You felt his finger tips tickle your back as his palms followed, one hand barely below your bra strap and the other nestled against the messy length of your hair. You felt the existential feeling subside.

"I looked for you everywhere. I'm so glad I finally find you uh..." your words drowned into the fabric of his long sleeve shirt, the muscles on his forearms flexed slightly as he tightened his grip.

"König, you can call me König." He spoke so softly, feeling the rumble of each syllable against your ear as he spoke.

"It's nice to finally meet you König-again I mean-we-I'm-" You felt his body bounce as he chuckled, cutting you off as you began to blush from embarrassment.

"(Y/n), right? Your friend Sean mentioned your name earlier. Sorry-" his words trailed off as you enjoyed his rambling, loving every few accented words that layered thick in German slang.

You nodded your head as you released your grip from around him, feeling your face hurt from how hard you were smiling. He seemed to have a similar problem as he tried his best to hide his smile by lifting up his mask. His teeth showing just before he turned his head away from nervousness.

König couldn't keep his eyes off the way you swayed back and forth on your heels, your nervous chatter being music to his ears as you pointed toward Sean and Mike. He couldn't help remembering the day he met you, watching from afar as you comforted a crying friend. The way you rolled your eyes and smiled playfully, or how your laughter would harmonize with the music playing.

He was going to be your savior when Mike had threatened you and Sean, but before he could even stand you had stopped him dead in his tracks. The way your once calm composure was quickly blinded by a hidden rage. The way you were quick on your feet to shove Mike back and using such force it had made his heart jump. He could see the fear in your eyes but the way you stood tall and confident he was at a complete loss for words with your courage. He couldn't deny he was envious of that.

Even when Mike charged for you, you were quick on your feet in dodging his attack, your sundress flowed along your curves perfectly. But you had let your guard down when Mike countered you with a shove of his shoulder. He just about lost his shit when he stood from his seat, his hands balling into fists but you surprised him again with the way you had wiped away the dust off your dress when you stood back up, that familiar fire in your eyes ready to take another hit protecting someone dear.

You were perfect in every angle, even when he had frightened you while giving back your purse. The warmth that radiated through his entire body when your hands touched, the world he once knew crumbled into pigments he was absolutely frightened to see. As much as he felt excitement he was also frightened at the sudden change in a new world. The fear didn't last long when he realized you were his soulmate, some good news he needed that day but when he seen the tears threatening to spill down your face or when you turned to run from him, his heart broke. Scared he had done something wrong or scared you off with how he looked, he wasn't stupid he knew he intimidated people with his height.

The existential crisis started right after he left your city, that night he laid awake thinking of you. When he did finally get some sleep you were dancing around his dreams with gentle touches and soft sounds, his heart would race at every breath and word your spoke. He couldn't drown you out, only when the blood littered across his mask and coated his gloves, only then was he able to drown you out. It wasn't healthy, it wasn't okay to become more of a blood lust beast when all he wanted was to be in your presence again.

When he was finally came back he sat in a hot shower hoping a night at the bar would keep his mind away from your tear stained face and tuning figure. Deep down he prayed he'd run into you again, even if it took his entire stay to get even a glimpse of you. But seeing you here, seeing a smile instead of tears was what he needed, it was what he ached for.

He couldn't fall for you more, watching at you tucked your flower covered sundress against the back of your thighs. Your hand gently tapping the spot beside you with a welcoming smile that had his heart melting. Even if you had been scared, he was taken away by the fact you looked for him after all this time. You were holding his hand in your own as you rolled your eyes at Sean's playful jokes and stories of your high school years.

He didn't know if you felt the same but having you leaning against his arm made his mind go crazy, his heart thumped against his chest when you looked up at him waiting for him to speak.

"König? You okay?" Your voice was smooth as silk as you linked your arm with his.

Your facial expression had him putty in your hands, the way your brows knitted together in worry and the way your lips formed in a slight tight lipped smile. He couldn't help but gently push the few strands of hair out of your face, feeling your cheeks burn against his finger tips. You melted into his touch as you leaned into the palm of his hand and looking up at him with those starry eyes.

In that moment König was finally grounded again.

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If this flops I'm never writing again💀

Spicy Pt 2 tho👀

#konig modern warfare #konig x y/n #soulmate au #soulmates #black and white #konig x you #love #mw2 #mw2 fanart #mw2 x reader #mw2 könig

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enid-rhees · 7 months

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can I request a Rosita fic where reader & Rosita are dating and rosita starts becoming reckless because of Abraham’s death (basically the s7 timeline if that’s okay) and reader is tired of it and reader & Rosita have a big fight over it, & eventually reader breaks up with her over her recklessness (I will leave rosita’s reaction to the breakup up to you!) and after that reader & Rosita are both miserable because they miss eachother and some of the members of the group notice it, and a couple days go by and reader & rosita make up and get back together? love ur work btw <3

hi anon! tysm for your request, this is so good i loveeee this. hope you enjoy 🫶🏻 and tysm <3 i did not include Abraham and Rosita previously dating, so i hope that is okay!

— warnings: angst, breaking up, arguments, Rosita kinda kills someone, 1 mention of Negan.

— a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! and i MAY starts writing for Ellie Williams soon :) but if you want to request something, read pinned for rules!

“where did she go?” you shouted at Rick, eyes wide and heart racing with fear. this wasn’t the first time, in fact, it was maybe the tenth.

“the woods, she saw someone. i tried to stop her, but she didn’t even look back.” you stumbled back as your thoughts swarmed your head. auto-pilot took over your body and you ran towards the trees.

“no, no, no.” you whispered under your breath as you ran through the woods, turning your head in every direction to try and find her.

suddenly, a scream echoed throughout the area. you whipped your body around towards the direction it came from and cursed under your breath. you started to run towards the direction where the scream came from.

“Rosita?!” you shouted, and then you heard the sound of a gun cocking. your eyes widened once more, “no- Rosita, wherever the fuck you are, don’t do what you’re about to do.” you yelled at nothing, still looking around all of your sure.

you started to take slow steps towards where you heard the gun, and soon Rosita’s head came into your sight, along with another person. even from where you were standing, you could see the stranger shaking with fear.

you made your way to them, and quickly noticed the dead body right next to the stranger, a clean shot right in their head. a gasp left your lips as you looked up at your girlfriend. although, you weren’t sure if you even recognized her.

“put the gun down.” you said, voice cracking. “they did nothing to you, Rosita! these are innocent fucking people just trying to survive like us!” Rosita didn’t turn to you as she kept the gun pointed at the girl who continued to shake.

you shook your head and pulled the gun out of her hands before she could react. she reached for it but you kept it out of her reach and turned to the girl, “run! go! and don’t come back near here.”

she picked up her bag and ran as quickly as she could. Rosita turned to you, anger flaring in her eyes. “what the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted at you, hands flying up as she talked.

you looked at her with utter disbelief, “what’s wrong with me? what the fuck is wrong with you, Rosita?! what did these people do to you?!” you yelled back.

she stayed silent, so you spoke up again. “killing innocent people is something we don’t fucking do, and you fucking know that!”

“i don’t even recognize you anymore, Rosita.” you said softer, tears filling your eyes. “this- this thing, it isn’t you. you don’t kill people who don’t deserve it.”

a month ago, you watched two of your friends die brutally. it was something that would stick with you forever. Abraham was one of two, and the one who died first. Abraham was Rosita’s closest friend, they had been through everything together. through thick and thin.

his death took a massive toll on Rosita, and she had started to become reckless. someone you couldn’t even recognize. you tried your best to help, but she had resorted to other solutions to mourn.

“listen, what i’m doing has nothing to do with you. my friend is dead and i can never get him back! you don’t fucking understand what that’s like.” she shouted at you.

“i do understand what it’s like, Rosita! i do. but killing people who did nothing to you isn’t going to bring him back. what is it going to fix, Ro? what is the point in all of this?”

you wiped your eyes and looked her in the eyes, “i can’t do this anymore.” you whispered. “i-i tried to help you, i hated seeing you so messed up from what Negan did. i wanted to make you feel better, to help you recover. to stop you from accidentally hurting yourself or getting yourself killed, but you’re just not letting me and i don’t know what to do anymore. i can’t do this. and- and with you killing these people, i just don’t even know what to say or do. i can’t do this, Rosita.”

her eyes softened. “what are you trying to say, Y/N?” she asked hesitantly. you took a deep breath and looked down at the ground, “i can’t be with you, Rosita. i just- i can’t deal with this anymore.”

you hit the gun against your hand and let the ammunition compartment slide out. you poured the bullets into your hand and slid it back into the gun, handing the now empty gun back to her.

“i can’t stop you from this, so there’s no point in trying anymore.” the ache in your heart almost ripped you apart as Rosita stared at you with tear filled eyes. “whatever you do next, i just hope you’re smart about it.” you mumbled to her, and turned around to walk away.

Rosita grabbed onto your hand, stopping you from walking away. “no- please don’t go, Y/N. i need you, please.”

you pulled your hand out of hers, “i’m sorry, Ro.” hesitantly, you pressed your lips to her head before walking away, using all of your strength to not turn back and run right into her arms.

you walked until you saw the Alexandria gate. when it opened back up, Rick was still there, waiting for you. “what happened?” he asked you, walking with you as you didn’t even stop to look at him.

“i broke up with her.” you spit out, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. “she’s still out there. i took the ammo out of her gun, just keep an eye out for her for me, please.”

you woke up to the empty space in your bed, again. it had been a few days since you broke up with Rosita. you tried to tell yourself that it was the best decision, but part of you just wanted to go back to her.

sitting up from your bed, you walked into the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste onto your slightly damaged toothbrush. you stared into the mirror as you brushed your teeth, unable to avoid the obvious bags under your eyes.

when you were done, you got dressed and left your house, walking over to the church for a community meeting. you were dreading it as always. you walked in and took a seat next to Michonne. her, Rick and Aaron were the only ones in there at the moment.

“hey,” she spoke softly, a smile on her face. “hey.” you said back, giving her a soft smile. “how are you feeling?” she questioned.

“fine.” you responded, looking down at your hands. Michonne sighed, she knew you were lying right to her face. “come on, what’s up, Y/N? you’re clearly not fine.”

you shook your head. “it’s nothing. just tired. didn’t get much sleep last night.” you told her, now crossing your arms over your chest. “you know you don’t have to lie to me.” she told you.

“you miss Rosita.” she commented, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “she misses you too. won’t even touch her gun.” Michonne said.

“i took the bullets out of it when she shot that girl.” you said back. “she got more. but still, she won’t even touch it.”

you chuckled, “i’m not sure what you want me to say, Michonne. i just… what she’s been doing was too much to handle.”

“you both miss each other like crazy and keeping yourselves apart is just tearing you guys down more and more. i don’t think breaking up was a good idea.”

your eyes stayed glued to the ground as her words sunk into your head. but the church doors opened and more people walked through, taking you out of your thoughts.

then Rosita walked in, she looked just as tired as you. you quickly took your eyes off of her and faced the front. Michonne stood up, “i’m just saying Y/N. it’s your choice whether you want to try again or not.”

not a single word that Aaron, Rick or Michonne spoke in the meeting went through your head. your mind was stuck on Rosita. you wondered if it was a good idea to try again with her, or if you just leave it as it is now.

as everyone stood up and started to leave, you decided it was now or never. so, you stood up and and walked over to Rosita. she looked up at you with surprise, and you choked on your words.

“can we talk?” you asked. she stood frozen for a moment before nodding, “yeah.”

Rick and Michonne were the last to leave, and before they did, Michonne gave you a small encouraging smile. you sat down next to her when it was finally you two alone.

“i…” you started, unsure of what to say. you didn’t really plan that part out, you just wanted to talk with her again. “i regret breaking up with you, Rosita.”

she still sat silent, so you spoke up again. “i care about you more than anything, Ro. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and seeing you so broken over Abe… i wanted to help you. i couldn’t stand seeing you like that. but… you killing innocent people… i couldn’t get behind that, Ro. i’m sorry.”

“i shouldn’t have done it.” Rosita spoke up. “after you ended things, i thought about it a lot. you’re right, Y/N. our group- we don’t do that. and it’s something we swore by… and i let my emotions get the best of me after what happened.”

tears pricked at your eyes, “i just don’t want to lose you, Rose. you’re my everything. i just want to you to be safe.” she nodded and put a hand on your face, pulling you into her.

your lips connected desperately and you gripped onto her waist and pulled her closer. the kiss went on for several minutes, and eventually the two of you pulled away to breathe.

Rosita leaned her head on yours, eyes stuck on your lips. “i promise i won’t be reckless like that again. i can’t lose you either.” she whispered against your lips.

“i love you.” you whispered. “nothing can change that. ever.” she smiled slightly, “i love you too.”

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x fem!reader #the walking dead x fem!reader

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: drama queens | njm

summary | it’s no shock to anyone that you and your boyfriend, na jaemin, are massive gossips. so, when you see an acquaintance in an argument with her girlfriend on a dinner date, you can’t help but eavesdrop.

genre | boyfriend! na jaemin x reader, slight crackfic lol, fluff i suppose

wc | 1.7k

a/n: i wholeheartedly believe jaemin is the gossip of nct (along with ten) and tbh i would be too. enjoy! p.s. i made seoyeon and minseo up (and anyone they mention)

TO BE HONEST, you and Jaemin aren’t a very date-y couple. Most of your dates consist of dinners at home or watching a movie on your couch, rather than going out on the town or any sort of fancy meals. But, sometimes, you’re compelled to take a step outside your haven and experience the real world.

You’re convinced your date today was fate, a reward for some awful thing you must’ve been through in a past life.

“Is that…what’s her name, Seoyeon? She worked at the coffee shop right next to our apartment,” Jaemin asked as you stood at the front of the restaurant, waiting in line to be seated. Sure enough, there she was, sitting across from a pretty lady you’d never seen before. Seoyeon had become somewhat of a friend, back when you two lived at the old apartment complex (when you had been neighbors rather than lovers). You both hadn’t seen her since you moved out.

“Oh my god, yeah, it is,” you confirmed, squinting. She was talking, but she didn’t seem too thrilled; in fact, she seemed upset. From the way her brows furrowed to how she talked using her hands, Seoyeon seemed fairly angry.

You and Jaemin looked at each other, staring each other down for a moment. You knew that you were thinking the same thing as him, from the way his lips upturned into the slightest smile. “Do you think the booth behind them is empty?”

You looked over, scouting it out. It seemed pretty empty to you, nestled in the corner between two big windows and, possibly, the perfect place for a couple to have their weekly dinner date. You looked down at your purse, digging out a pair of sunglasses and slipping them on. Jaemin rehooked his mask over his mouth, and, for a moment, you couldn’t help but think both you and Jaemin were terrible people.

“Seems like it’s empty. It wouldn’t be awkward at all to ask for a corner booth,” you hummed, lacing your fingers with his. “After all, we’re a couple on a date, right?”

“No, for sure,” Jaemin agreed, looking at the hostess as she came back from seating the people in front of you.

“Hi! Just the two of you?”

“Yeah, and we wanted to ask if that corner booth is available?” Jaemin asked, pointing over at it with his free hand. The waitress turned around, and you practically soaked in the way her face contorted into one of apprehension.

“Um, yeah, but, uh, fair warning, the couple next to you will be arguing pretty severely. Are you sure you don’t want to sit elsewhere?”

“Oh, that’s no issue. It’s our anniversary today, and we came to this restaurant on our first date. We sat in that booth, so we were hoping it would be free.”

The hostess’ eyes widened, and she nodded without another word. She collected two menus and two utensil sets, smiling a bit awkwardly at you both. “Right this way, then.”

You and Jaemin lagged behind her, trying to look away from Seoyeon and her girlfriend in hopes that she wouldn’t recognize you behind your badly put-together disguises. Hopefully, at most, she’d just think you were a weirdo who wore their sunglasses in the rain.

“We are awful people,” Jaemin whispered, to which you shook your head, suppressing a laugh.

“No, we’re just nosy.”

You slid past Seoyeon and her girlfriend, successfully making it to the booth behind them. You sat directly behind the girlfriend, while Jaemin had a perfect view of their full conversation. The hostess put the menus in front of you, giving you a weak smile.

“Enjoy! Your waitress will be here in a second.”

She walked away, and, instantly, you and Jaemin were dead silent. Both of you pretended to be occupied with your menus, scanning over the food items while you completely honed in on their conversation.

“I just don’t get it, Minseo. You spend every waking moment of the day with him, and then you get home from work, get changed, and go back out with him! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were just good friends, but it’s too much to just be good friends. Tell me you’re cheating on me or tell me what you’re doing with him.”

You slid your sunglasses off, giving Jaemin a look. He reciprocated the look, slowly taking off his mask and positioning the menu to cover the majority of his face.

“The bolognese looks good,” you commented quietly, looking back down at the menu.

“When did you lose all your trust in me? Why would I fool around with a guy I work with? My coworkers and I go for drinks every night, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Hm, I don’t think I’ll get that,” Jaemin replied, which was code for ‘she’s absolutely lying her ass off, right now.’

Seoyeon scoffed, beginning to twirl her spaghetti around her fork. “Yeah, you’re getting drinks, and I’m meeting with the president. I called Jiu. She said your team isn’t too close, and that you barely hang out outside of work.”

You nearly gasped, your lips forming a clean ‘O’ shape as you listened. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why would you call my coworker? That’s weird, Seoyeon, you’re weird.”

“This is fantastic,” Jaemin giggled, putting the menu down and pointing at a random item on the menu. “I couldn’t have asked for a better date.”

Forty-five minutes later, you and Jaemin are recounting everything that you heard about Seoyeon and Minseo’s relationship to Donghyuck, who you called the moment they got up and stormed out. In the cheesiest manner ever, to hold up your “couple on an anniversary date” act to any worker who may pass, you and Jaemin were holding hands across the table, keeping intense eye contact with each other.

“No, seriously, I promise this next bit happened,” you said, a laugh escaping your lips. “After Seoyeon accused Minseo of sleeping with her coworker for the fourth time, Minseo said that they were picking up extra shifts together and that she was doing it to buy a good birthday gift for Seoyeon.”

“But, like, immediately after, Seoyeon pointed out that they have a shared bank account and there’s actually been less money than usual, which means Minseo has been spending more than she ever has. She’s been giving him money to pay his rent,” Jaemin continued after you, laughing at the ridiculousness of it. “I mean, seriously Hyuck, it sounded like a fight you’d read about in a poorly written romance novel. Minseo changed her story every three seconds.”

“And why do you care so much?” Donghyuck asked, not an ounce of amusement in his voice. “Seriously, you guys are like Team Rocket or something. Can’t keep to yourselves and mind your business for shit.”

“Come on, man. We don’t eavesdrop on anyone we’re close with—”

“Don’t lie, [First]. Remember when Mark and I got into that huge argument, and you literally quoted it like three months later? Or when you and Jaemin followed Chenle and Jisung around after they got in a huge fight with Sungchan and Shotaro just so you could figure out what was happening?”

Both you and Jaemin laughed at that, with you covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle it. “Okay, twice, but still. We try to keep it to strangers. I mean, the one time those two guys got into a fight at the kids’ playground because their kids got into an argument? We had no clue who they were.”

“Yeah, and then you recorded it and uploaded it to Twitter. 400 thousand likes.”

Okay, that was pretty funny, you couldn’t admit. Jaemin looked up from you, eyes widening in shock at what he was looking at. Instantly, he was turning his phone’s volume all the way down, drowning out whatever else Donghyuck was saying.

You looked back confused, but your confusion quickly morphed into pure, unbridled delight. On their way over to your table were your waitress and another worker holding a fancy dessert you certainly did not order.

“We wanted to apologize for your dining experience tonight,” she said, gesturing to the dessert. “We couldn’t kick them out because, technically, they weren’t causing a disturbance, but my manager still felt bad…”

The other guy placed the dessert, which seemed to be lava cake drowned in vanilla ice cream, on the table, stepping back and disappearing into the restaurant. “So this is on the house. We hope they didn’t ruin your anniversary dinner. Enjoy!”

“It really was no issue,” Jaemin replied, waving his hands. “But, we appreciate it nonetheless. Thank you so much.”

The waitress smiled, half-bowing and turning to continue her work. You and Jaemin stared at each other in complete silence for a moment, before you both burst out into silent laughter. You turned the volume up on Jaemin’s phone again, waiting for Donghyuck to react.

“Isn’t your anniversary in June? It’s November,” he said, connecting the dots on your situation. “Did…did you lie? For the sole purpose of eavesdropping on them?”

“Possibly,” you replied, picking up the spoon that was on the edge of the dessert plate. “Good for us! We win.”

“Drama queens.” Donghyuck hung up the phone with a scoff, leaving you and Jaemin to giggle about your night while you reap the benefits of a lie, and your awful habit of putting your nose into places it shouldn’t be.

thank you for reading!

#cinna.nct #nct dream x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct dream #req

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jupitersmoon167 · 2 years

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HOLY SHIT I JUST CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA FOR A MOON KNIGHT ONESHOT (SERIES?)

Khonshu/Marc/Steven x Eternal!Reader

Think about it. Some of the Eternals were depicted as historical figures/gods (Thena as Athena for example), so the same could be said the reader. When in Ancient Egypt, the reader was depicted as one of the Egyptian goddesses (Maat?) based on their powers/abilities. They meet Khonshu, and they slowly become friends, bonding over their appreciation for humanity. Maybe it slowly grows into love?

But as time went on, and the Eternals moved on to other places around the world, and the Ennead start to abandon humanity, they start to argue with each other about interfering with humanity’s progression (Khonshu over his duty to protect those of the night, and the reader over only protecting humanity from the deviants and leaving humanity to fend for themselves over other matters). After one massive argument, they part ways, and continue on their own paths.

Fast forward to modern day. After the Eternals defeated the deviants and parted ways, the reader finds herself staying in London with Sersi and Sprite, and helps Sersi with her job at the British Museum. Now this could go a number of ways, with the reader meeting Marc during his Moon Knight business, or with Steven at the museum. With either of these routes, the reader and Khonshu finally reunite after a couple hundred (maybe thousand?) years apart. Now in my mind, the plot of Eternals still hasn’t happened yet, and the reader is still keeping out of human affairs. So the reunion with Khonshu and the friendship (maybe pairing?) with Steven/Marc could go either way. Regardless, Steven/Marc don’t know about the reader being immortal or being able to see Khonshu and their relationship.

Now to when the deviants come back. Reader is with Sersi, Sprite, and Dave (maybe Marc/Steven tag along?) The deviant attacks, Marc/Steven find out about the Eternals (and their previous relationship with Khonshu), and they and the reader fight over their friendship (among other things). Reader then leaves to find the other Eternals, and two things could happen:

1. They die along with Gilgamesh in the Amazon (or maybe even by Ikaris) and upon her return to London, Sersi breaks the news to Marc/Steven and Khonshu before being whisked away by Arishem. Leaving the three mourning for the loss of their friend/lover.

2. Reader comes out alive, and reunite with Marc/Steven and Khonshu in London, and they all make up. Only for the reader to be whisked away by Arishem.

Regardless, it ends in angst (cause we have no clue where Arishem took Sersi, Kingo, and Phastos at the end of the movie, only that they are awaiting judgement for disobeying orders and killing a celestial).

But that’s my idea for a oneshot (maybe mini-series). And since I have no creative bone in me whatsoever, I’m just gonna toss this idea to the jackals for one of you guys to pick up and do something with. I’ve got finals this week, but I just had to get this idea out there to share with you all before the finale this Wednesday. Comment and let me know what you think of this and maybe want to write about it (please I need to talk about this to someone).

#eternals x reader #moon knight x reader #khonshu x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight #eternals #mcu phase 4 #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #my thoughts #what have i unleashed

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mrwavellswaps · 4 months

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Daddy’s Home

(Based on an idea provided by @tf-lover)

“Morning Kiddo! Sleep well last night?” Jason’s Dad asked his son while laid out on the couch in nothing but a black jockstrap.

“Oh! Morning Dad. Not the best honestly. That storm we had kept me up half the night honestly…” Jason’s eyes couldn’t help wandering across his fathers almost naked body as he said this. Not being able to help eyeing up that bulge his dad was rubbing absentmindedly.

His father nodded. “It sure was a doozy wasn’t it.” He agreed before ushering Jason to come closer. “Come on boy. Hop on over here and doze with daddy for a bit. It’s the weekend after all.”

Jason didn’t need telling twice. Within seconds he was falling onto the couch on top of his father and snuggling up to the older man. Using his dad’s modest pecs as a pillow while he shuffled around a little to get comfortable. His heart couldn’t help but flutter slightly as he felt his dad kiss the top of his head sweetly before wrapping Jason up in his strong arms. He felt so warm and safe in his fathers embrace. It was something he never could’ve imagined having up until a year ago.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to hide this anymore. Moving was definitely the best decision.” Jason said as he rutted himself against his dad’s bulge.

His dad hummed in agreement. “I’m with you there. As far as the people in this town are concerned we’re just a hot gay couple with a slight age gap.” He laughed.

———

Last Year

Jason had just had another massive argument with his dad Calvin. They’d never really seen eye to eye. His dad was a big shot at a big suave law firm and had slowly been working himself closer and closer to that CEO position. To say he was a successful man was an understatement. Nice fancy house, designer clothes and suits. He’d achieved the life most people dreamt of.

On the other hand, Jason himself was nothing like his dad. He never had much interest in studying law or anything like it. Instead he was far more interested in art. He spent a lot of his time drawing and posting his work online to which he got plenty of attention from.

Over time this began to frustrate Calvin. Sure Jason made money through his work but his father never viewed it as a real job. He’d hoped his son would eventually grow out of it and get into the law business one day or at least something along those lines but it became increasingly clear that wasn’t going to happen. Especially as Jason got a boyfriend who further encouraged his likeness for art.

It all came to a head when Calvin finally had enough and told his son that if he didn’t get what he considered a real job then he’d have to kick him out of the house. It was a dramatic step but he thought it was justified and the right thing to do even if his son did call him an asshole for it. “It’s for his own good.” he told himself. Little did he know the lengths his son would go to after receiving this ultimatum. Well to be more accurate the lengths his son’s boyfriend Max would go to.

The night after Jason and his dad had their argument, Calvin was relaxing in his back garden as it was his day off. He was kicked back in a lounging chair with a hot cup of coffee on the table beside him alongside the radio playing some tunes.

His eyes quickly fluttered open in confusion however as the radio began glitching out for whatever reason.

Before he even had a chance to inspect it though, he suddenly found himself being forced back into the chair as if a pair of hands were holding down his shoulders. The silver fox tried to move but he was powerless under the invisible figure’s grip. All he could do was shout for help but unfortunately for him, nobody was coming. Instead he could feel this entity slowly making its way onto his lap until he could feel what seemed like an ass planting itself directly on his crotch. Immediately his dick responded. He couldn’t stop it. Within seconds his big dad dick was hard as a rock, creating an embarrassingly large bulge in his shorts.

“O-ooohh gooddd… fuck… what’s happeningggg… to meee.” The mature man could only groan as it almost felt like someone was riding his cock somehow. Not to mention being able to feel a pair of invisible hands exploring the expanse of his body. Squeezing his arms and pecs with lust and admiration. His mind couldn’t even make sense of it yet the harder he tried, the foggier his thoughts became.

Soon enough he could feel this entity pressing its entire weight against his body. He wasn’t entirely sure at first but now he could tell for sure this invisible force had the form of a man. Only just knowing that made the successful man even more embarrassed. He was straight after all! Yet his cock was as hard as could be due to the touch of what seemed to be a man.

He gripped his chair tightly. He could already feel it coming. His orgasm. It was right around the corner. The entity must’ve known this as well as it continued to run its ass enthusiastically over the massive bulge with even more gusto than before. This is clearly what it wanted. And it was going to get it. Calvin tried his utmost to break free at the last moment but his efforts were for nought. Before long his mouth formed an “o” shape as his eyes rolled back a little only to be quickly followed by him splattering the insides of his expensive shorts with cum.

I’m that moment his body became vulnerable. His orgasm made him ripe for the taking. The ghostly being grinned as it saw its opportunity and wasted no time in snatching it.

Moments later, before Calvin even had a chance to finish cumming, the entity began forcing itself into the handsome mature man’s body. Calvin was powerless to stop it as his body began convulsing while the ghost pressed its limbs inside. Gradually he could feel himself losing control. He tried his best to fight it but he didn’t know how. With every passing second he could feel this thing sliding deeper and deeper. It’s grip on him becoming stronger and stronger. And with it he couldn’t help letting out an echoing groan through the convulsions as one last ditch effort to call for help. Yet as his body began to stabilize once more, those sounds turned from cries for help to moans of pleasure.

His arms and legs. His hands and his head. Even his cock! None of it responded to Calvin. As much as he wanted to jump up and scream in terror over what had just happened, he couldn’t. Instead he grinned maliciously. Only it wasn’t him grinning. It was whatever had taken over his body!

“God yesssss… this is even better than I imagined it’d be.” Calvin was forced to say as his body began touching itself. Running its hands down his tight shirt to feel the strong body hidden underneath. Using those same hands to squeeze and admire his biceps. “I could always tell you worked out by how well those suits fitted but fuck… I feel like such a hunk!” He exclaimed, his tone full of both excitement and desire.

Without another word the imposter used his stolen body to leap up from the chair and quickly make his way inside before dashing to Calvin’s walk-in closet to finally get a look at himself in the full length mirror. Right away his dick couldn’t help twitching again despite having just blown its load. It just couldn’t help it when gazing upon the reflection of the man whose body he’d just taken over.

“Sorry Mr Conners but your son and I weren’t the biggest fans of how you’ve been treating him recently.” He began as he stripped off his shirt to get a good look at his thick muscled chest, “So I decided the best solution would be to have me play the part of daddy instead. I was always the dominant one between Jason and myself anyway so it only makes sense…” he smirked while inspecting his short grey hair and perfect beard that coated his handsome jawline.

That’s when it all clicked into place. Max. Jason’s boyfriend. It was him! He was the body snatcher!! But how!? And why?! Calvin had so many questions bubbling up inside but unfortunately he wouldn’t get any of those answers just yet as Max was much more interested in his new daddy look than explaining any further.

Without hesitation, Max reached down and slipped a hand into his underwear. Seconds later he pulled it back out coated in cum. Calvin already knew what Max was thinking but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Max brought his hand up towards his face and ran his tongue along it, lapping up a healthy amount of his new body’s seed.

“Mmmm fuuuuck. Your son is gonna love this when he finds out. Almost as much as he’s gonna love the taste of your nut when I blow it down his throat Mr Conners.” Max teased before continuing to lick his hand clean. “He’s told me alllllll about the secret little crush he’s had on his strict dad for years.” He reached and grabbed the waistband on his shorts and underwear before pushing them down and kicking them off, at last revealing his body in its full glory. “He was embarrassed to admit it but he’s fantasised about you countless times. Wishing he could cuddle up to you in bed. Wishing he could worship you while you’re all dressed up in those fancy suits of yours. Wishing he could feel the dick that brought him into this world stretching his hole out.” With a smug look on his face, Max reached down and grabbed his fat dad cock and gave it a squeeze, forcing a few more drops of cum to drool from the tip.

“I’ll be sure to let him know that he’s gonna have a much more loving and understanding father from now on. But before that, I’m gonna enjoy myself a little.” Max chuckled to himself as looked around the wardrobe at the wide array of clothes. “You always had great style Mr Conners. And now it’s all mine.”

Not wasting anymore time, Max tugged off his cum stained shorts and underwear and threw them out into the main bedroom before beginning his tour through the wardrobe. All the while the real Calvin Conners was screaming and pleading for help but his cries fell upon deaf ears. Though Max knew he was still in there, he couldn’t actually hear or communicate with Calvin. If anything that only made it more exciting for him. Imaging all the things the mature man would be saying and screaming in there while locked as a passenger in his own body.

With a giddy look on his face and his heart racing a mile a minute, Max sifted through the wide array of clothes. He pulled out a multitude of shorts, pants, shirts, underwear, socks and shoes! Trying on so many different combinations and loving how almost every article of clothing clung perfectly to his muscled body. Clothes that before would’ve hung loosely on his form now fitting him like a glove.

“Fuuuck. I was always jealous of these fancy clothes you could afford. I can’t wait to wear them all the fucking time. And splatter them in my daddy cum whenever the fuck I want.” Max laughed with a devilish grin as he continued pulling out different clothes and trying them on. Adoring how almost all of his pants fit so tightly over his thick butt and similarly how well the shirts showed off his new pecs.

After what seemed like hours, Max finally brought his personal little modeling show to an end with an all black suit. Black dress shirt, waistcoat, jacket and pants matched with of course a pair of long black socks and a gorgeous pair of shiny black dress shoes. As a final touch he took out a pair of Mr Conner’s glasses and slid them on to complete the look. He felt like a king. A rich handsome king.

As he gazed at himself, Max couldn’t help but feel his once again stiff dad cock pressing firmly against the front of his pants. He’d had more than enough time to recharge by now and had been struggling to contain his boner while jumping between outfits. Even opting to get a few strokes in while changing. He just couldn’t help himself. And now seeing the reflection of his boyfriend's hot dad in a dashing suit and a huge bulge was only making him hornier.

“Oooh god…” Max groaned while rubbing a hand over his bulge. He wanted to rub one out so badly. “Gahhhh… fuck. Can’t cum. Gotta save my nut for my son.” Saying those last words made his entire body shiver. Referring to Jason as his son only served to make his cock more excited. It was a miracle he hadn’t soiled the front of these suit pants with cum already!

Luckily he wouldn’t have to wait much longer as shortly after Max heard the front door close from downstairs shortly followed by the sound of Jason’s voice.

“Dad!? You home??”

Max smirked. “Oh Daddy’s home alright. And he’s never leaving.” He said to himself as he straightened his jacket a little before making his way downstairs to greet his son.

That night the real Mr Conners felt as though he were in his own personal hell as he first watched this imposter perfectly imitate him to the point where Jason never even noticed at first. Not until Max started getting closer and saying things that were out of character for Mr Conners. Starting with simple compliments and kindness that slowly escalated into more intimate comments. Soon enough not even bothering to try and hide his huge boner.

Naturally this soon led to questions and before long Max came out with the truth. Of course Jason was skeptical at first but when his boyfriend recited a bunch of very personal secrets only the two of them knew, that’s when he finally believed that somehow his boyfriend had stolen his dad’s body. At first it seemed insane to him. Wrong even. And yet Jason couldn’t help popping a boner of his own at it all as he realized the potential of the situation. His loving boyfriend in his dad’s sexy body…

Before long Jason found himself being bent over the first thing they could find as Max fished his cock out of those suit pants and practically slammed it into his son’s ass. Not even wanting to take his suit off whatsoever as plowed into Jason. Something about keeping it on as he fucked the smaller man’s brains out made him feel so powerful and in control. All the while the real Mr Conners screamed and begged for it to stop as he had to listen to his own son’s lustful moans as he was forced to feel this bodysnatcher using his cock to stretch Jason’s hole. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t going to end until Max had drained his fat balls completely inside of his new son.

———

The Present

Since then the couple realized the only way they could stay together without being forced to keep it a tight secret was to move far away where nobody knew them. Luckily a golden opportunity fell perfectly into their laps when Max as the new Mr Conner’s was offered a position at another branch of the company. But not just any position, the top manager of it! He’d be getting more pay and more power! It was a win-win. And so before they knew it, Jason and Max were packing their bags and flying off towards a new life.

And that’s the life they’d been living ever since. A “father” and son secretly masquerading as simply a gay couple with an age gap. And a very rich couple at that with the amount Max was earning now in his new position which he was able to run perfectly thanks to having received access to all of his new mature body’s memories and intelligence.

“Do you think he’s still in there? My old dad I mean.” Jason asked curiously while staying nice and snuggled up to his boyfriend on the couch.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you. By now he might’ve faded away and become part of my subconscious. Or maybe he’s still in here watching us as we snuggle and grope each other.” He laughed mischievously before groping his son’s ass. “Forced to watch each and every time we fuck. Feeling me sliding this dick in your ass every night.” He added before rocking his hips slightly.

Jason couldn’t help biting his lip at the possibility. He hoped it was the case. Knowing his original asshole of a father would be cursed to be a bystander in him and his boyfriends affairs was a whole new level of horny revenge he never even knew existed.

“Well. Assuming he is still there, how would you feel about giving him another show right here on the couch?” Max wiggled his eyebrows while giving Jason a look he just knew the younger man wouldn’t be able to resist. Before they knew it, the pair were stripping off what little clothes they had on and were going at it again. Mixed groans filled their massive house as Max prepared to breed his boyfriend-son yet again.

As the two men were busy fucking like rabbits, they were unaware of a mystical being watching them from the shadows. “Glad to see that young man is still enjoying himself after putting that spell magic I gave him to good use.” Wavell smirked to himself as he checked up on yet another of his former endeavors with glee after having been more than impressed with the body Max chose.

#male possession #male body theft #identity theft #age progression #dad and son #boyfriend #dad #daddy #white collar #straight to gay #magic #permanent #mr wavell #tf lover

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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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Bridgerton Couples on Love Island

For @sophiebernadotte 😘

Kanthony: Anthony would be one of the OG islanders and pair up with Siena. They would have a tumultuous relationship as their differences outweighed the attraction they have for each other, and eventually she’d pair up with someone else leaving Anthony to kiss and flirt his way through the other girls in the villa; and then cue the arrival of bombshell sisters Kate and Edwina. All the boys are immediately drawn to the younger sister though Anthony finds himself far more drawn to Kate and can’t seem to understand why no one else is seeing what he’s seeing in her. They flirt playfully for all of 12 hours until the islanders are playing a challenge of reading out quotes that have been said in the villa and guessing who said them; and Anthony’s bullish requirements of what he expects from a woman are read out, leaving Kate pissed. They have a massive argument about it and she keeps his distance from him, much to his chagrin. To get back at her for showing him up in front of everyone, however, he decides to pair up with Edwina at the next recoupling. Edwina’s not particularly interested in him, having been more into Lumley, but she decides to give him a chance at least, much to her sister’s horror. When Anthony and Edwina go on a date it becomes painfully obvious just how dead their conversations are and that there is no real attraction between them - but it doesn’t stop Anthony winding up Kate by boasting how good their date went. The TV audience would live for the passion-fuelled arguments the pair get into and how they both live to torment the other. It’s only during Casa Amor when the girls are away that Anthony realises he has 0 interest in any of the new girls and decides to stick with Edwina during the recoupling. Edwina returns to the villa with Matty Bagwell but Anthony isn’t actually that bothered by this - no, he’s far more bothered when Kate returns to the villa with Thomas Dorset - and it’s only then that he finally recognises that Kate’s been the one for him all along. As one of the only single people in the villa, Anthony gets the chance to take an islander of his choice on a date; and naturally he picks Kate, which comes as a shock to no one else but Kate. During the date Kate’s defences fall as Anthony opens up and shows her a more sensitive side than what he’s shown so far and she realises he’s far softer than she ever thought him capable to be. Back at the villa they spend more and more time together, sniping far less without losing their love for teasing one another, and then at the next recoupling Kate chooses to recouple with him over Thomas. As soon as they’re in a couple they’re kissing and cuddling and full on making out all across the villa, but what drives the TV audience wild is during the talent show when Kate is giving an absolutely horrendous flute performance, the camera pans to Anthony gazing at her with complete adoration. People would be tweeting “oh so he’s in love love” and then that night they get picked to go to the Hideaway and well, let’s just saying Kate plays with another flute that night...

Benophie: Benedict would initially be paired up with Gen and while the pair have good fun and banter, they both acknowledge that the spark they’re looking for just isn’t there. He next couples up with Tessa but again, while the sexual chemistry is there, there’s still something missing and once more the pair end things on friendly terms. Benedict would be the islander everyone at home is rooting for, wanting the perfect girl to walk in for him (but he’s not cringe or disappointing a la Dr Alex or Hugo lmao). At the next recoupling he’s the only boy not picked and he’s fully expecting to get dumped until he gets a text telling him Sophie is waiting just outside of the villa for their date; and when he arrives and sees her, he knows all at once that she’s what he’s been waiting for. The conversation flows, they’re both giddy around each other and just from that one date the audience want them to win. During the next few days some of the guys try chatting to Sophie but all she sees is Benedict and they’re practically attached at the hip, trading kisses and playing with each other’s hands. When the recoupling comes, Benedict has no hesitation who he’s going to pick - but he’s left in turmoil when Phillip Cavender gets to pick first and throws a cat among the pigeons by coupling up with Sophie. Everyone is left shook and Benedict has no choice but to be saddled with Prudence in a couple, but luckily his bed is right next to Sophie’s and they hold each other’s hand when they go to sleep. During the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge, Sophie makes it clear that not only is she not interested in Cavender but she’s repulsed by him and pies him with a lot of force, before breaking the rules and opting to marry and snog Benedict just to prove a point. During Casa Amor Benedict sleeps in the day bed along with Hugh Woodson, unable to stand the thought of sharing a bed with anyone but Sophie, and he’d make the audience’s hearts melt when he professes “I miss her” to Hugh. He spends the entirety of their stay at Casa Amor pouting and moping, and whenever any of the new girls try chatting to him all he can talk about is Sophie and how much he likes her. When he returns to the main villa, he’s hopeful that she hasn’t found anyone else, and he wells up as soon as he sees that she’s stood by herself waiting for him. He doesn’t even bother talking to the host, running past her to catch Sophie in his arms and kiss her passionately. That night in bed when everyone else is asleep Benedict asks her to be his girlfriend and she happily accepts, and then, without any fanfare, he tells her he loves her and she returns the sentiment, and the pair kiss before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Polin: Colin arrives as a bombshell and is immediately taken with Marina. They couple up but it takes a while for him to realise that he’s far more into her than she is into him, as she’s still not over George Crane, who she had a falling out with prior to Colin’s arrival. Though disheartened, Colin steps aside for them to get back together. He spends the next few weeks charming his way into other couples and entertaining the audience with his quips and his talking heads in the Beach Hut, but he doesn’t find a girl who he truly clicks with - at least, that’s what the audience think. Behind the scenes, Colin has grown a fondness for Penelope, the crew member who runs the Beach Hut and who will prompt the contestants if needed. Colin finds himself preferring her company over the rest of the islanders and will spend a couple of hours at a time holed up in the Beach Hut just to entertain her and even get her to forget her job and chat away with him. Soon the best part of his day is spending time with her and he makes multiple trips to the Beach Hut just to see her. It’s not until one day that it’s brought to Penelope’s attention by the mic guy that one of the other contestants, Fife, had been teasing Colin about his constant trips to the Beach Hut and inferring that Colin was crushing on Penelope, when Colin had scoffed that he was far from interested in the red-headed crew member. Having fallen for him, Penelope is devastated and swaps duties with someone else, no longer able to be around Colin. None the wiser, Colin is crushed when he next traipses to the Beach Hut and finds the grumpy middle aged Varley in charge of asking questions instead of his Pen. During his time at Casa Amor surrounded by the new girls desperate to vie for his attention, Colin finds himself bored and uninterested, comparing all of them to Penelope; and only then does it hit him that it’s Penelope he’s in love with. Back at the main villa he holes himself up in the Beach Hut and refuses to leave until he can see Penelope, who eventually storms in with a face like thunder and berates him for causing problems for production. Left alone in the small room, Penelope brings up what she heard him say to Fife and how it hurt her to hear him be so dismissive of her. He apologises and assures her he only said it to stop Fife pestering him and then floors her by telling her he’s in love with her. She tries to dismiss him, telling him the heat must have got to him and that the other islanders are much more his type, but he proves his sincerity by kissing her, and playfully tells her he won’t stop kissing her until she believes him. Penelope teases him by saying she doesn’t quite believe him and so he continues to kiss her and kiss her and eventually the rest of the production crew are confused why it’s taking so long for Penelope to sort the contestant out - until they all hear guttural moaning from the locked room. Penelope gets fired but she doesn’t mourn her job loss for long as Colin declares he’s leaving the villa to be with her, and the pair continue their summer holidaying around the Mediterranean. The audience have no idea what really went on or why Colin suddenly decided to leave until he posts a video on his Youtube channel a year later where he introduces Penelope and they share their story with the public - naturally, the viewers lose their shit but are so happy that Colin found the right woman for him.

Saphne: By some terrible misfortune, Daphne is forced into a couple with Nigel Berbrooke after everyone else is partnered up on the first day; but then that evening Simon enters the villa as the bombshell and without even chatting with any of the girls, steals Daphne to couple up. There’s a bit of drama with Nigel insisting just because Daphne’s now coupled up with Simon doesn’t mean she can’t still get to know him, but Simon points out that Daphne’s got to actually want to get to know Nigel. Despite finding him a bit up himself (and vice versa), Daphne sticks with Simon when she gets to pick at the next recoupling, each of them finding solace by having the other as a safety net. Every new guy who comes in shows interest in Daphne and while she humours them, she keeps finding herself coming back to Simon to laugh and chat with. They insist they’re just a friendship couple but the TV audience know better, and it isn’t until they kiss in a challenge that they both realise there’s something more there. They get closer and become more romantic but Simon’s insecurities get the better of him and he pushes her way. She ends up being comforted by the newest bombshell, Friedrich, and chooses to couple up with him (despite the fact Cressida had opined she intended to couple up with him). It’s only seeing Daphne with another guy that Simon grows jealous and realises he likes her far more than he was letting himself believe. The tension between them is still there and it’s not until a sneaky kiss on the terrace that Cressida sees and goes around telling everyone about that they decide to get back together. Just before Casa Amor, however, Daphne mentions wanting to have children one day, which leads to Simon breaking the news to her that he doesn’t. It’s a massive deal-breaker and they end things before he leaves for Casa Amor. During their time away, neither one meets anyone who they’re as into, and despite parting ways they both remain single at the end of the week. They stay in their couple but before they do anything they have a deep conversation with Simon opening up about his fears of becoming just like his father, but telling Daphne he loves her so much that he wants to work on his issues in order to be with her and one day be in a position to also want kids; if she’s willing to be patient with him. Daphne assures him she is, telling him she loves him too, and they reunite. Then during the baby challenge Daphne enjoys spending the day seeing after Augie, but what she enjoys most is seeing how focused Simon is at the task at hand. In spite of his parental anxieties, Simon takes the role very seriously and takes great care with his plastic fake son so much so that they’re named the winners of the challenge and thus giving Simon the confidence that he will one day make a great father.

Philloise: Love Island is absolutely not a show Eloise ever expected to find herself on but she’s not there to find love; she’s there for the £50k and to take down as many brainless chauvinists as she possibly can. Her nose is constantly scrunched up with the lines and air-headed things her fellow contestants say and she’s not afraid to put any man in his place should he upset one of the other girls. Eloise makes for TV gold as she always has something to say and doesn’t take shit from anyone and she quickly becomes a fan favourite despite falling out of favour with the majority of the boys. The only guy in the villa who gets on with her, finds her amusing, and chooses to couple up with on a friendship basis is Theo. They get along well as he’s the only guy who can meet her on an intellectual level and in Eloise’s head she reckons they can make it to the final and even secure the bag. There’s just one hitch - Eloise makes the shocking discovery that she’s caught feelings for him. She tries to play it cool and doesn’t give him any reason to think she sees him as anything more than friends but she admits in the Beach Hut that she really enjoys kissing him in tasks and challenges. Theo notices she’s gone unusually quiet in recent days and finally she admits she might kinda like him and he admits he might kinda like her too and they decide to give their romance a go. They get on well for a couple of weeks and then Casa Amor happens. Eloise has no interest in any other guy and is confident that Theo will feel the same with the new girls - but when she walks back into the main villa, her hopes shatter when she sees him stood by the fire pit with another girl. When she tries talking to him to try and understand what he sees in this new girl that he doesn’t see in her, Theo turns on her and throws a bunch of stuff in her face and saying he dislikes the qualities that he had once told her he really liked about her (please envision this as the Michael vs. Amber “ya chaldish!” argument lmao). Eloise is anguished by how harshly she’s being treated by a guy she thought she could trust and the audience are sad to see her curl in on herself and be a little less fiery and talkative than she’s known to be. It’s not until a week later that Eloise finds herself left alone at the fire pit following a recoupling and expects to leave the villa with nothing more than heartache when to everyone’s surprise she receives a text to inform her she’s now coupled up with Phillip, who then enters and upon reaching her receives a text informing them they’re going to go and have their first date. Eloise can’t quite believe it as she and Phillip go on a stargazing date and what shocks her even more is that he’s nothing like any other guy she’s ever met. He’s sweet, tender-hearted, and knowledgeable, and wants to know all about her and she keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his facade to slip but it never does. She does query what a guy like him is doing on the show and she’s blown away when he tells her that once he saw her on the TV, he just knew he had to meet her and that to him, she’s the perfect woman. Eloise is stunned by such an admission but then shocks herself when she surges forward and kisses him and discovers all the kisses she had with Theo pale in comparison to this kiss with Phillip. Back at the villa Eloise tries to steady her hopes, thinking Phillip will want to at least get to know some of the other girls but he only has eyes for her and tells her that he came to the villa just for her. The audience is thrilled to see Eloise back to her old self but now all loved up and radiant with happiness with Phillip. Then one night Phillip is with some of the guys when one of them asks; “how’s the taming of the shrew coming along?” Phillip, though clearly rattled, doesn’t raise his voice but firmly puts the guy in his place, telling him to have some respect for Eloise and that there is nothing he would wish to change about her. Eloise is none the wiser about this interaction but in defending her honour he wins over the trust of the public. And then, when Eloise and Phillip do make it to the final and win and he ends up picking the envelope with the £50k, the host has barely finished asking the question when Phillip says he wants to share the money and hopefully the rest of his life with Eloise.

Franchel: Cousins John and Michael enter the villa as bombshells and turn all of the girls’ heads. They each get to pick three girls to have dates with, with each girl preparing a course, and the girl who gets picked by both of them is Francesca. Michael had his eye on her as soon as he entered and he shares a dessert with her after she’s had mains with John. When it comes to the recoupling, Michael hasn’t discussed with John that he wants to couple up with Francesca, seeing as John has been getting on with all of the girls, so he’s thrown when John picks first and chooses Francesca for himself. Michael really has no one else but himself to blame for not making his feelings known to his cousin but he decides to right this by having a conversation with John where he plans to ask if he can still get to know Francesca. However, when they go for a chat, John is so delighted to be coupled up with her that Michael doesn’t have the heart to make his own feelings known and instead decides not to tread on his cousin’s toes. John and Francesca are one of the steadiest couples in the villa, meanwhile Michael goes from woman to woman, having fun and getting embroiled in drama without hurting any of the other girls feelings; but all the while he knows his heart is with Francesca. His cousin and Francesca welcome him quite happily as a third wheel and the trio are always hanging around together, though it doesn’t escape the audience’s notice that Michael is drawn to his cousin’s partner just in the way he looks at her longingly. It’s only after a couple of different challenges that John becomes aware of his cousin’s feelings. During the Twitter challenge, a tweet is read out insinuating that Michael and Francesca would make for a better pairing and that Michael can’t settle because his cousin is with the girl he really wants to be with. Things become awkward between the trio though what was revealed is never discussed, however the suggestion that Michael likes her makes Francesca start thinking about him in a new light. Then, during the heart rate challenge, Michael dominates by spiking all of the girls heart rate, including Francesca’s, meanwhile Francesca is the person who spikes Michael’s heart rate the most, and everyone sees how close the pair come to actually kissing when she was dancing up on him. John takes all of this into consideration and then asks Francesca if she has any feelings for Michael. Francesca is tearful when she admits that there might be something there but she doesn’t want to come between the cousins who are as close as brothers. John then has a word with Michael, finally asking him if he wants Francesca, and his cousin wearily confesses that he liked her straightaway but never wanted to get in John’s way and just wants him to be happy. John mulls everything over before convening with both of them on the terrace and announcing he’s going to leave the villa - and that he wants Michael and Francesca to give things a go. They both try to argue with him, telling him he doesn’t have to leave and Michael even offers to leave instead, but John insists; he can now see just how much Francesca and his cousin mean to each other and knows they can make each other happier. He holds no ill will against them and really just wants what’s best, telling them it’ll be worth it if they do end up falling in love, and he’s sure he’ll find someone else. After a teary goodbye Michael and Francesca recouple together and though initially hesitant of moving too quickly after John’s departure, the heat is ignited between them when they share a kiss. Some of the other islanders voice their opinion that they think Michael just wanted what he couldn’t have but he barely notices anyone else but Francesca once they get together. They then go on to prove the naysayers wrong as Michael remains faithful and devoted to Francesca and Francesca alone (and rumour has it their night in the Hideaway was one of the most explicit visits of all time).

Grucy: Lucy rolls her eyes when the newest bombshell, Gregory, makes a beeline to her best friend Hermione, after every other guy in the villa has done the exact same thing. Just as she’s done before, Hermione humours Gregory’s advances but Lucy knows her heart’s not in it (and she knows of Hermione’s secret boyfriend on the outside - her friend is only on the show for a Boohoo/Pretty Little Thing fashion deal). Gregory does try something new in comparison to the other guys; he seeks out Lucy’s advice and opinion on how to get Hermione to like him. Lucy is surprised and tries to tell him that if Hermione’s feeling it then he’ll know but he keeps going to Lucy for more tips. Lucy feels awful, knowing his efforts will be futile considering Hermione is besotted with her boyfriend on the outside world, but she does think Gregory’s far better than Sam Edmonds, and so she decides to try her best to help him. She talks him up to Hermione and always invites him to sit with them and chat, before excusing herself to give them some time alone (even if it means having to put up with Neville Berbrooke’s flirtatious advances). Little by little, Hermione does seem to be growing fond of Gregory, and as happy as she is with the success she’s been having, Lucy can’t help but wish that she was getting Gregory’s attention. Then, during a challenge in which the boys and girls are each blindfolded and have to rate out of ten a kiss given to them by the opposing team, Hermione gives Gregory’s kiss a 10/10. Gregory’s thrilled and then he gives a 10/10 to the kiss that set off sparks in his heart and soul - but he’s shocked when it turns out he gave such a rating to Lucy’s kiss (and a measly 4/10 to Hermione’s kiss). As thrown as he is by such an outcome, Gregory persists in winning Hermione over, and fortunately his efforts pay off when she chooses to couple up with him. He is thrilled until he wakes up the next day and realises all the girls have left for Casa Amor. Gregory stays faithful but when Hermione returns she’s coupled up with Richard, who turns out to be Lucy’s older brother. Aghast with the result, Gregory lashes out at Lucy, feeling betrayed by her but he stops immediately when she starts crying, telling him she had been shocked to see her brother appear and that she had no idea how he ended up coupling up with her best friend. Gregory comforts her, realising she was none the wiser about any of it, and suddenly he has a crystallizing moment that Hermione was never right for him. Later that night Gregory gets out of bed to get a breath of fresh air and finds Lucy already outside doing the same thing. They chat and Gregory realises how easy it is to talk to her, to just be with her, and it occurs to him that whenever it’s just the two of them the rest of the world melts away; and as soon as this dawns on him, he kisses her. Lucy is surprised and rushes back to her bed, and when Gregory tries talking to her about it the next day she tells him she knows it didn’t mean anything, thinking she was nothing but a rebound for him after Hermione. Gregory is dejected, thinking she doesn’t feel the same way for him, and it hurts him to see her in her couple with Arthur Haselby, wishing he was the one who got to share her bed and get to go on dates with. Then one day, Gregory is surprised to be pulled by Hermione into the pantry and she insists they take off their mic packs, and once they do she quietly informs him that she knows Arthur on the outside; not only is he just in the villa to get a brand deal, but she knows he has a boyfriend on the outside. It’s all the convincing Gregory needs to pursue Lucy without fearing of treading on anyone’s toes and he constantly picks her to do challenges with, tugging her into quiet corners for stolen kisses, and telling her how much he likes her. Lucy is still apprehensive, thinking Gregory’s just trying to make Hermione jealous even though she feels more of a spark with him than with Arthur (and naturally the audience at home are screaming at her to let go and love Gregory back). Eventually Hermione and Richard convince her to follow her heart and at the next recoupling she takes a leap of faith and couples up with Gregory. As soon as they’re together properly, Lucy can’t remember why she had felt so hesitant as Gregory showers her with constant love and affection, and during the prom night ahead of the final Gregory declares his love for her and Lucy just knows she’s going to spend the rest of her life with him.

Hyareth: For the first few weeks, Hyacinth has fun getting to know various boys but none of them are doing anything for her. She spends most of her days with her best friend Felicity and the guy her friend coupled up with on the very first day, Geoff, keeping the pair (and the audience) entertained with her anecdotes and remarks. She laments one evening that she might not find love in the villa but she’ll enjoy the all-expenses paid for holiday nevertheless - and just as she’s finished saying that, in walks the newest bombshell, Gareth, and Hyacinth falls uncharacteristically silent, much to Felicity and Geoff’s great amusement. Initially Hyacinth tries to play it cool with Gareth, not wanting to scare him off (as she fears she’s done with the other guys so far), but he ends up bringing out her true self and what’s more he adores her for exactly who she is. They get along right away but they take things slowly, both wanting a relationship based on friendship first and foremost, and as such they don’t have their first kiss until after they’ve coupled up. From that kiss onwards Hyacinth is smitten and the pair spend all of their time together larking about in the pool, pulling pranks on Felicity and Geoff, and sitting around laughing about anything and everything. During a challenge in which the villa have to fill in the blanks of headlines about the show, Hyacinth is shocked when one headline states that Gareth is only coupling up with her because she’s popular on the outside world; and what’s more, his own father gave the interview. She starts to second guess their entire relationship, wondering if she’s just been his meal ticket this whole time, but Gareth opens up to her and tells her of his fractured relationship with his father who undermines him at every turn and has it out to sabotage every last thing in Gareth’s life. He pleads with her not to believe his father’s lies, not when she’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and Hyacinth chooses to believe him over a bitter old man. Gareth proves to be nothing but all-in with Hyacinth but she’s confused when he keeps reminding her to try to get to know other guys. When Hyacinth tells him she only wants to be with him and demands to know why he’s trying to push her away, he confesses that he fears she can do so much better than him and doesn’t want to hold her back from achieving her true happiness. Hyacinth asks him to rid his mind of his father’s cruel voice and to have faith in her when she says that she believes they are worthy of each other and can achieve true happiness together. From then on Gareth lets go of his insecurities especially after the contestants friends and family visit the villa. Hyacinth’s mother and eldest brother couldn’t approve of him high enough much to his relief, and he can’t help the fond smile he wears as Hyacinth gets on with his grandmother like a house on fire (and not to mention Agatha would be chiding him for ever letting his father’s stupid opinion get in the way of his happiness). Then during their final date he can’t stop smiling across at her, his heart absolutely full when he tells her quite simply that he loves her. Hyacinth exchanges the sentiment and they share a kiss just as fireworks go off overhead - which startles Hyacinth into cursing, making Gareth laugh. She apologises for ruining the moment but he tells her fondly that he wouldn’t have it any other way and kisses her once more.

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