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Fluid Hearts | Chapter 1

My Ego Awakens

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, smut (eventually) , harem x afabOC.

Words: 5.4k

Tags (Open): @hellothere9597

“Anri, come look at this”, Anri wasn’t expecting Ego of all people wanting to show her something out of his own volition.

“What is it- who’s this?”, Ego had already started playing footage from which he collected earlier. “A diamond in the rough.”

Anri watches as the video displays a black and blue haired soccer player, their physical build didn’t look too much out of the ordinary, noting their pierced ears and a nasty looking scar that cut directly into their brow.

“Why are you-” Anri stops her self as she watches the mystery player being to display exceptional abilities on the soccer field, the woman specifically observing how they moved their body and utilised it to their advantage. Each of their movements were fluid, graceful, but strong and controlled. “Incredible. Those plays, their form! Wow!”

“Potential that is wasted within that mediocre team.” Ego gruffly states, his hands in front of him as he tosses Anri the players file.

“Hisaya Sora, only 17 and already so talented-“

“Hisaya Kazumas youngest daughter.”

Anri knew that name, having to brush up on many different star athletes for this job. “Kazumas child? No wonder they’re so- wait… daughter?”

“It took you that long to figure it out?”

“What- I didn’t even think-“

“That’s because you have the brain of a simpleton Anri.”

“Ugh you’re impossible. Where did you even get this footage anyway.”

Ego barely acknowledges Anri, still going over Soras impressive performance in the video, especially when she seemlessly steals the ball off a mid fielder , her form sliding to the ground in one movement and she gets herself back up in the next moment. “Her coach Tak- whatever his name is , records each of her games , apparently she watches each video to asses her skills.”

“And he just gave it to you?”

“With some incentive.”

“Jeez…”, She sweat drops, the less she knew the better. “but this kid is certainly something-“

“I want a Bluelock invitation sent to her, today.”

“What?”, she gasps, pausing the video to look at the unphased Ego. “I agree this girl is talented but with all due respect , the program is for us to create the next male striker. She can’t participate, it would be a breach of the rules.”

“This is why our country has never excelled within the bracket, we follow the rules, procedures. How can we expect to dominate the other teams if we just stick to what we know? Where’s the risk that brings the highest of all rewards.”

“But sir, the board surely will not approve-“

“I believe an exception can be made.”

“Hey sis I’m home!”

Sora kicked open open the door with an exhausted sigh, trudging through her shared apartment. She lazily chucked her sports bag across from her with thunk.

“Yiri!!! Where are-”

Hisaya Yiri, Soras older sister and current guardian. Yiri made her living writing short stories for a nearby library so most of her time is spent fussing over her stories in her work tablet.

Yiri stumbles out the kitchen with a huff, her long black hair tied loosely in a low pony, “You know using the door knob instead of kicking the door open is just as effect- and for the last time don’t just leave your bag there!”

“What’s wrong with there?”

Yiri scowls, adjusting her glasses before crossing her arms. “Does this look like your bedroom?”

“No I’m not blind sis, it’s the living room.”, she brushes her off, flopping onto one of the couches. “Exactly, therefore your bag should maybe go , oh I don’t know, in your room?”

“Yeah probably.” Sora moves her hand around , looking for the remote of their tv but finding something else instead. “Hey isn’t this your tablet? That’s not in ,you know, your room?”

Sora smirked as she held up her sisters work device that she just saved from the dark casims that existed between her couch. Yiri mumbled something under her breath, hiding her embarrassment. “You- ugh, you get this one and only this one okay.”

“Yeah I know.” Sora hands over Yiris prized tablet before she popped a blood vessel, trying not to enjoy her sisters frustration too much.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah yeah”, Sora laughs and wraps her arm around her sister, giving her a brief side hug before resuming her position on the couch.

Yiri softly smiled at her, no matter how much Sora aggravated her to no end, she loved her. “Oh ! A letter came for you in the mail, I left it up in your room. Now go wash up before dinner, you fucking reek.”

“Oh thanks. It’s not like I didn’t just come from a game.” Sora pretends she doesn’t she the way Yiris face contorts at the mention of soccer, choosing to roll her eyes as she starts rushing up the stairs.

“Sora.”

“What?”

Yiri groans, pointing to the discarded bag. “Forgetting something?”

Sora had been staring at the letter for 20 minuets, having to re read each sentence over and over again to make sure she hadn’t gone mad.

The Japanese Football Union.

‘You’ve been selected to become a certified athlete.’

She couldn’t believe it, that she had been sought out for her skills. Her hands flick through not one but two letters.

Dear Hisaya Sora.

As you can no doubt see you have been selected to take place in a very special program that I am heading myself.

This program will finally create a team worthy of entering and destroying the competition at the World Cup.

I sent you this invitation despite the fact you are one of the opposite sex, your potential is wasted in that team you play in and if you’re not completely idiotic you can too.

I’m taking a chance on you brat, don’t squander it.

Ego Jinpachi.

‘This would make everything worth it, everything dad drilled into me, every day in moms studio. It wouldn’t be for nothing.’

Fire lit within Soras heart, excitement and nervousness ignited with her body. Whoever Jinpachi was she promised that she would not squander this chance.

She just had to somehow break it to her sister…

Yiri didn’t come to see her off that morning, Soras older sister had a pension for the dramatics. Last nights argument made that clear.

‘I see him every time you play Sora! I just can’t support this! I won’t!’

‘You hate our father more than your care about your own sister!’

But she wouldn’t allow her sister to get in the way of this dream, in that fact maybe she was more like her father than she thought.

Sora wasn’t one for formal wear but it sure beat wearing a dumbass skirt. she did somewhat stick to her uniform by wearing the dress shirt and pants but forgoes the blazer to dawn her favourite black zip up hoodie.

She choose to keep her hood up , force of habit, tucking her hands into her jacket pocket as she rounded the corner of a building. She catches a look at two figures talking by the Japanese Football union sign.

‘That’s the one.’

Sora observes the two boys in particular, chatting with some familiarity but she deduced there wasn’t much of a sense of comraderie between the two. Aqqaintances at best.

“If we were on the same team you’d hit some amazing passes to me I’m sure.”

“O-Oh! Thank you.” The boy blushes at the compliment from the bright eyed boy. ‘His words are so condescending, like he can’t do more than pass to him…’ Sora frowned at the blonde kid, throwing her hood back as she walked toward them.

“Guessing you two got the letter right?”

The boys perk up at her voice, darting surprised looks at Sora as she leant against the wall beside the door of the building. “Uh hi!”

“Hey there, you too huh?”, Sora nods at the blonde, waiting for the other boy to calm down from his shock so could form a sentence. “Y-Yeah kinda crazy right?”, the black haired boy responds, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Tell me about it. You mind me third wheeling with you guys?”

“Hey the more the merrier right? Im Kira Ryosuke. That’s Yoichi Isagi.”

“Hey.” He says with a little wave.

‘Hm cute.’ Sora looks at Isagi with a newfound interest as her fingers fiddle her piercings.

“Hisaya Sora but just call me Sora.”

Isagi takes in Soras appreance, short dark and rich black hair, the ends faded into a bright fluorescent blue, matching their clear crystal eyes. Her ears were decorated with black lined studs and rings, he wondered if Sora actually kept them in while they played soccer.

He noticed a particularly mean looking scar that was carved into their eyebrow, ending just atop Soras eye.

She could feel Isagi looking at her most prominent scar, she could always tell when someone was, she swallows an uncomfortable breath , looking away whilst clearing her throat .

‘Hisaya Sora, where have I heard that name before? Hisaya…… Hisaya….’ Isagi contemplates before it suddenly dawns on him, his mind replaying the days when he was a kid, watching the great legends of his favourite sport. ‘Hisaya Kazuma! Japans star player of the 90’s but that would mean this guy is his son.’

“Wait, that would make you related to Hisaya Kazuma! ”, Kira couldn’t contain his excitement, to think someone of Sora Hisayas class would be in a program with him, he thought it was an honour. “No way, You’re his son!”

Hisaya only nods in acknowledgment, her face stoic at this continued talk of her now deceased father. Isagis eyes seem to pick up on that, even though he’d love to grill the child of the great Kazuma Hisaya, one of his favourite athletes, he chose not to.

Sora appreciated Isagis tact, something Kira seemed to lack.

“He was incredible, no one could top him on the field but you already know that! You must be a prodigal son”

‘Hisayas son’

Thats what he was right? for some reason that didn’t feel right to Isagi. But what else could he be?

“Good thing my sister didn’t hear you say that. Now let’s go already, no one’s becoming a certified athlete by standing out here, freezing our asses off.”

“Shall we?” Kira extends his arm in an attempt to be curtious , Sora had to contain her eye roll .

‘Maybe I’m looking too far into it’, Isagi puts away his thoughts for now, following Kira and Hisaya toward the building. “Yes, please.”

“Oh c’mon, we don’t have to be all weird and formal with each other. I’m glad we met.”

Isagis cheeks lightly flush. “Me too.. and you as well Hisaya!”

“It’s Sora dimwit”, she flicks his forehead playfully with a giggle, Isagi gasps and rubbing his head with a shy grin. “R-Right!”

“They really grabbed anyone with a pulse for this.” The room was packed with people and they possibly had the weirdest haircuts Sora had ever seen, and here she thought she may have stood out.

“Yeah, I see some I recognise too.” Kira points out the few he knew, though Sora found herself not paying much mind to him. Kira’s presence was slowly starting to irk the girl, his impression outside was less than stellar.

‘Couldn’t hurt the scout out the competition I guess’ She recognised a few players, some she’d seen at school when they would visit for games, others she’d only seen online watching other tournaments but she couldn’t put names to the faces. They were a pain to remember.

‘Heh I sound like-’ She spots both a white head of hair and a purple one off in the distance. ‘Ha! Speak of the devil’ Sora wouldn’t mistake Seishiro Nagi and Mikage Reo for anyone else.

After all , she and Reo were childhood friends, curtesy of their mothers. She met Nagi in highschool and the three of them were inseparable. You’d never see one without the other two far behind.

After Soras father died, Yiri made the executive decision to move away so that meant transferring schools. Sora begged her sister to stay but her sister refused to budge, and there wasn’t much she could do against her legal guardian as a minor.

That didn’t stop her from keeping in contact with the two of them.

‘I should’ve figured those two would get an invite’, She thought with a quick laugh, ready to walk over to the duo before a voice cuts in.

“And test, test. Congratulations and welcome diamonds in the rough.” A spotlight shines on the stage ahead, revealing a man with black rimed glasses and a bowl cut to match. “You are the under 18 strikers who have been chosen by my arbitrary advice and decision making. And I am Jinpachi Ego, I am the man who was hired to ensure Japan’s victory at the World Cup.”

‘So this is Ego.’ His mannerisms in the letter fit him perfectly.

“Who is he? Do you guys know him?”, Isagi shakes his head. “No clue. What about you Sora?”

“Only know the name.” It wasn’t a lie but she figured telling the two that she had been specifically scouted by Jinpachi wouldn’t do her any favours.

“Japan needs one thing and that’s the birth of a revolutionary striker. I’ll be running a few experiments to figure out which one of you 300 is capable of becoming the single best striker of the world.”

“Here at this facility, Bluelock”, the screen behind Ego changes, warping into the insides of the facility Jinpachi had just mentioned. “Starting today, you will all live there together and undergo the specialised training that I have devised. You won’t be allowed to go home and your previous soccer careers will be but a mere memory.”

“But I promise you this, if you fight hard enough, if you become the last man standing out of the 300 candidates then you be the best striker in the world.”

Sora crossed her arms in silence, noting the varied groups of nervous men in the room while she was completely calm, was enough for her to smirk ever so slightly.

“Hey, uh, excuse me? Sorry but I can’t agree to these conditions.”, Soras brows perk up at Kira, Ego himself was glaring down at the young boy. “All of us have teams that we’ve given our loyalty too and some of us have nationals coming up and you want me to abandon my team for what huh?”

Echos of other likeminded idiots sound out from the room, aggreeing with Mr bright eyes. Sora scoffed, leaning her arm on Isagis shoulder, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “Hey Isagi, is your friend always such a Boy Scout?”

“What? I-I guess?”, the heat of her breath on his his ear nearly made him topple over, the blush returning to his cheeks. “To be honest I don’t actually know him that well.”

“Figures.” She hummed in his ear, founding his shoulder rather comfy.

“Lock off! If anyone wants to leave them go! Are your perspectives really that limited? You’d rather return to high schools backwater competitions than be the worlds best striker?!”

“The future of Japan is in your hands? It’s enough to make a man weep”, Sora could’ve sworn she saw the man twitch before redirecting himself to the centre of the stage. “But let me ask you this. What is soccer? Is it about 11 players working together? The bonds that you forge? Sacrifice? Fighting for your team mates? That kind of thinking is why this countries game as remained weak!”

“Soccer is about scoring more goals than your opponent does”. Soras heart thumps louder, “Whoever scores the most is the best, end of story. If you just want a fun game with your pals then lock off.”

“This guy is crazy”, Isagi muttered into Soras ear, who contained a giggle, his breath tickling her skin. “But he’s passionate at least, unlike some of the others”, Sora detached herself from Isagi to point at Kira as he continued to make a fool out of himself.

“Those players are my heros!! Now take it back!”

This sent Ego down a spiral, the screen flashing between 3 of the greatest players throughout the world. “And of course Kazuma Hisaya said it himself. Forget the others on your team, in the end it’s you who gets them to victory.”

Soras fists clenched at the blown out picture of her father in his glory days, even back then he didn’t care about anything else other than himself.

Isagi said nothing but put his hand on her shoulder. “Real hero my father was huh.” She muttered angrilly, thinking that she was starting to sound like her sister. Isagi beginning to understand why the girl insisted on being called Sora over her last name.

“You can’t be Japan’s greatest striker without first being the biggest egoist.”, Isagis grip on Soras shoulder tightened, feeling something with him stir. Sora felt it too.

‘His words, could they be true? Is that why I havnt progressed any further than just nationals?’ Soras heart thudded in her chest again, harder and louder.

“Now pass through and be transformed, discard comman sense and remember when you’re out on the field you’re a star.”

“Nothing should bring your more joy than your own goals”, Soras breath hitched, remembering each time she has scored a goal, how her body felt like it was on fire. Opposed to when ever she had to give up the ball for a team mate to score, she would be cold, something in her would thrash in her against it, wanting to push onward, to Make…. The …. Shot.

But she wouldn’t, her coach would say it was greedy to go out on her own and not rely on her team mates so she would play along, and pass.

‘Is that what I was doing? Stamping out my own ego for others?‘

“Live only for that glorious moment and if you can’t… then you’re no striker at all!”

Isagi ran head first, eyes blazing with a new fond determination. ‘I am a striker!’

Sora laughs , her tongue glides over her teeth before sprinting off after Isagi, her pronounced canines on show.

The commotion behind her didn’t matter, for she would become one of the greatest strikers in Japan no… the world!

Maybe for the first time in her life, she choose to give in to her ego and she had never felt more free.

‘Man this suit is fucking skin tight, and the binder doesn’t help at all.’

Sora hand goes to her now compressed chest under suit, feeling the fabric that bound her breast down to appear flat chested.

She knew she’d have to go through with this when she came here, she only wished the damn thing wasn’t so uncomfortable.

Luckily she wasn’t gifted with the most voluptuous breasts but without the binder, it definitely would’ve been obvious that Sora was in fact a woman.

Her fingers play at the collar of her the top, taking a quick glance at her arm to see the numbers 292 and the letter Z under it plastered on the fabric.

‘Must be our ranks, at least I’m not all the way at the bottom’,

Readjusting her clothes in her arms before she passed a door with the letter Z printed on it in blue, with her hands full she used her leg to kick it open.

‘Can already hear Yiri in my ear for that one’ she thought with a sad sigh, already missing her dotting big sister, even after their argument.

“Hey is that you Sora?”

“Isagi!”, Yoichis face let Sora forget about her home life for a moment as she jogged over, happy to see someone she was familiar with. “Looks like we’re stuck with eachother a bit longer huh?” She raises her hand up and Isagi laughs, smiling gratefully as his hand clasps over hers. “Yeah guess so.”

“Hope you two havnt forgotten about me.”

“Oh hey Kira.” Sora just couldn’t place why Kira irked her so much but she knew that her good mood already started to sour with Mr Boy Scout in the same room. “I’m glad you two are here, I know someone at least.”

Isagi nods. “You read my mind haha ah!-“ a shirt comes flying into Isagis face. “Didn’t see you there”, Sora sees the perpetrator, though the guy is hard to miss with his height, insanely muscular build and with hair as bright as a sunset. “My bad.”

“It was just an accident, I hope-” Isagi goes to give the shirt back, not noticing the sleeping soul on the ground. “Hey Isagi? you might wanna look down.”

“Sora what are you- huh?” He jumps away with start, finally noticing the guy passed out on the floor.

“Hey~ stop hogging the ball and pass it to me”,

‘He’s even dreaming about Soccer’, Sora tilted her head in wonder, going as far as to kneel down and touch the bob cut boys cheek with her finger.

Poke, poke.

Still asleep. ‘Man he’s like Nagi when he’s sleeping. Adorable like him too.’

“Uh Sora? Arent you supposed to have changed in here?” Kira asks the girl who’s still watching the sleepy boy on the ground. “Changed on my way here, figured it would be faster.”

“You changed out in the hall? Where there’s cameras? ”, the orange boy asked this time, staring at Sora as if she had 3 heads. “Is that a problem buff boy?”

“Jeez, you have no shame.”, turning around with his back facing her. “Not really no.” Sora , without taking her eyes off whoever the sleeping boy was, tossed her clothes behind her, hearing the fabric hit the orange boys toned back. He glared at Sora but she was still occupied with the sleeping boy, still poking him to see if she could wake him up.

Begrudgingly he picked up Soras clothes, tossing them in a locker as he clearly wasn’t going to. ‘What a child’ he thought with scoff.

“Hey!! You’re Ryonoske Kira!!!! Wow I can’t believe it.” Kira shyly shakes the bold boy hand who looks at him with stars in his eyes. “Y-Yeah it is.”

“Oh look another boy to join the Kira kiss ass club.” Sora chirps out, not caring that Kira threw her a dejected look her way. The bald boy didn’t seem to take it as insult as he looks at both Isagi and Sora with a goofy smile, waving his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Gurimu Igarashi!”

“Yeah, hey.”

“Yo.” Sora gave a little salute with her hand, half listening about how apparently Igarashi is a monk or from a family of them. The only thing Sora found interest in was the numbers on his his shirt sleeve.

300. Rock bottom.

‘I shouldn’t have to worry about him then’

“Are you finished changing? My little diamonds in the rough.” Close to the ceiling was a giant TV, Egos face now plastered on it, looking over everyone in the room. “Think of the players you’re sharing this place your roommates and also your rivals.”

Ego continues to explain the ranking system, Isagi now begins to notice that he is unfortunately ranked at 299.

‘I’m the second worst player here?!’ Isagi dispaurs, more so when sees that even Sora is sitting at a higher rank than he is.

“The top 5 will get to play in a special game six months from now. These athletes will be registered as forwards at the U20 World Cup.”

Gasps go around the room, that opportunity is a dream for each of these players.

‘Where’s the catch?’ Sora brought her hand to chin, suspecting something else at play, nothing like this is ever given out for free.

“Additionally those here who loose at Bluelock, firefight the right to ever represent Japan.”

“That would be the catch.” Sora not bothering to keep that one to herself, listening to Ego prattle on, before a cunning look emerges from his eyes.

“Let’s play a game of tag shall we?”

A ball drops down landing a few feet awat from Isagi. “You have 136 seconds, whoever is struck by the ball is ‘it’ whoever is ‘it’ when time runs out will be locked off.”

‘So don’t be caught it last, noted.’

“Also. No using your hands~”

The screen flashes away as the game begins, the system deeming Igarashi Gurimu as the first one to be it.

“What? This isn’t how you play soccer”, some boy remarks in the room, Sora found herself eye rolling at the level of idiocy.

‘There’s factors of soccer here, but this game isn’t about that. He’s testing our egos.’

“I gotta be it first because I’m ranked the lowest?” The boy monk grumbles, resting his foot on the ball. “Alright let’s do this! No hard feelings anyone!”

More protests, Sora shook her head, stretching out her arms and legs. “Just play the game.” Most of the boys looked at her with shock, partially thinking how insane this girl was.

“If I’m kicked out I’ll be a monk for the rest of my life!” That’s all it took for the boy to start sprinting, dribbling the ball on his feet as the group dispirsts.

Sora separates from Isagi, instead finding herself behind Igarashi, figuring the monk would go after players closer to his own rank. “Sorry Isagi!”

‘Figures’ He shoots the ball but Isagi and the others with him manage to dodge, the ball rebounding off the white wall back to him.

“He’s not going to get anywhere unless he actually starts using his head.” Sora mutters to herself but not expecting the boy beside her her would hear and let alone recognise her.

“Sora? The hell are doing here?”

She turned to see her classmate of all people, Hyoma Chigiri, a flabbergasted look on his face. Now there’s a surprise that’s for sure.

“Hey Chigiri”, she winks, sticking her tongue out cheekily as he continues to look at her , baffled. “But how are you-“

With everyone distracted, Sora sprinted over to him, pressing her finger to his lips. “Talk after kay? Better survive the next minute or so Princess.”

His face flushed slightly but he nods, knowing he’ll get his explanation afterwards.

Sora decides to run back to Isagis side, hearing Kira ramble about how ridiculous the current setup is. “Sora!”

She waves quickly at Isagi before smacking the back of her hand on Kira’s chest. “Quit the preaching and focus. You really wanna find out what happens if you end up loosing?”

Kira didn’t expect Sora to lecture him so harshly but she didn’t give him a moment longer, turning her keen eye on Igarshi fumbling around the room, failing to hit anyone.

“I can’t hit anyone!”, he sees the boy from before still sleeping and it seemed finally he caught a break. “It’s a cheap shot but so what. You’re it!”

Hisaya watched as the bob cut leaps up into a handstand, kicking Igarshi in the face and away from him, blood flying from his nose. “Hey! That’s a foul! If this was a real game you would be red carded-“

“He said only hand balls were against the rules didn’t he?” He rubs his eyes, still somewhat half asleep. “Good morning.”

Isagi watched the encounter too. ‘Man what’s with this guy?’

He turned to Sora to gauge her opinion on him but he saw her smile, his eyes glinting with intrigue. ‘Whatever it is , has caught Soras interest big time.’

“Hey. I’m not a fan of playing dirty alright. I want a clean game.”, the brute from before clasps his hand on bob cuts shoulder, glaring down at him.

“Aye, aye Mr strait laced.”

Sora jogged over in front of ‘mr strait laced’, hands on hips. “Maybe you should be lecturing that one-“

Unbenoyst to the others, Igarshi took advantage of the distraction aiming his shoot at Sora who had turned her back on him. He had this in the bag, he knew it. ‘He so thin, getting him should be a piece of cake!’

The ball flew , seeming like it would hit Sora right on but the room goes out in gasps as they see the girl throw her head back as her body falling into a back bend. The ball barely missed her, instead hitting the boy behind her square in the face.

“Woah…”

“How the fuck did he do that?”

Kira awed beside Isagi, who nodded too, witnessing Soras impressive control of their body had him too in awestruck. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that before! Kazuma was known for his more brute type of playing style so there’s no way Sora learned that from his dad.’

“Left yourself open! Amen”, monk boy pretends that was his plan was to hit ‘ Kunigami’ in the first place, his confidence needed a severe reality check Sora thought.

With only a minuet left, Kunigami Rensuke had been declared ‘it’. “You bastard! I’m going to destroy you!!!!!”

He wastes so time to take his shot, unsurprisingly Igarshi sticks to his dirty tactics and holds Isagi in front of him, blocking his body as Kunigami shot reigns in, slamming into Isagis stomach so hard it sent him backwards to the ground.

“Sorry, wrong person…”

Sora winced, seeing Isagi almost choke on his spit. “You alright Isagi?!”, he pants, looking up at the clock, he only had 59 seconds to hit someone. ‘Things can’t end here, I won’t let them’

He kicks the ball, failing to hit anyone head on as the time continued to tick against him. “C’mon Isagi….”

Bob cut hears Soras quiet encouragements for Isagi, an idea coming to mind. He throws himself on Kunigamis back, giggling as he uses his limbs to hold him in places just as Isagi was chasing after Igarshi.

“Come on! Nows your chance! Wouldn’t want Blueberry’s cheers to wasted would you?”

‘Blueberry?’ Both Isagi and Sora thought simultaneously. ‘Is he supposed to be referring to me?’ She deadpans at Bachira who only grinned.

‘Wait, Sora was cheering for me?’ He looks at him and Sora shyly smiles, blushing slightly.

The moment is broken by Kunigami throwing Bachira off his back, crashing down onto Igarshi. Sora whistles. “Damn he’s strong.”

“Well that hurt hehe”, he said as if he hadn’t gotten hurt at all, still smiling as he found this whole situation amusing.

“Quit laughing and G-get off me!”, Igarshi goes to stand but his leg shakes, his hand going to his leg as he feels pain circling around his ankle. “Sprained it… w-wait. Time out.”

Everyone in the room knew he was done for, Isagi would take the shot and the time would finish with Igarshi as the one it and first one to leave.

“Isagi!!”, Kira yells out from his safe spot. “Hit him now! Take the shot!” Sora scoffed, ‘So much for that idealism. What a phoney.”

25 seconds remained and Isagi had yet to make the shot, Igarshi scrambling to get away from him. “Hey… hold on. Stay back I mean it! I don’t want to go out like this! It isn’t fair!”

Isagi looked at him as if he was prey, ready to be devoured after a long chase, the sweat dripped from his body.

‘If I shoot then this guys soccer career is over. No this is about survival, that’s how blue lock works. Making my dream come true means destroying someone else’s, no other way around it!’

20 seconds and time was in a stand still, Sora too was starting yo get nervous. ‘What is he doing ? Won’t he make the shot?’

“Thats not right… in order to change, I need to be something I’m not. I came here to turn things around. To become the best in the world!”

‘Unless I beat someone stronger than me, that won’t happen!’

She could see it, swirling in his eyes , like a flame burning within him. ‘He won’t settle for mediocrity…Heh, now we’re talking Isagi!’

Sora chuckled, watching Isagi turn away, facing the sleep boy who now pointed at him, matching Soras grin. “I like you. You’re right, you wanna beat someone?”

He steals the ball straight out from Isagi, the screen changing to show the name Meguru Bachira, rank 290. “Then it should be the strongest player.”

“W-What? Me!”

Bachira chuckled darkly, watching Kira try to escape him but he wouldn’t let him. “Hey blueberry! You want in on this too right?”

Sora gasps slightly, no realising she had followed Bachira closely after he stole the ball, but her excitement took over her suprise. She doesn’t say a word, only winks at him, speeding ahead as Bachira dribbled onward, keeping Kira’s attention on him.

Bachira sees Sora reach the wall, shooting the ball at Kira who he knew would dodge. Sora uses the wall as leverage and kicks off it, her body turning just as her mother taught her and her foot reaches the ball, sending it back to Bachira.

He sees the ball fly over him, he manipulates his body down like before, making sure his foot hits the ball back toward Isagi who Kira had foolishly ran towards.

Mere seconds remained but that was enough time for Isagi to kick the ball once more, and it hit its mark, flying into Kira’s face, marking him as the last one to be ‘it’ just as the time runs out.

Masterlist | 0.5 | 01 | 02 | 03 |

#bluelock x oc #blue lock #men of the harem #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #hyoma chigiri #blue lock nagi #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #blue lock smut #mature

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yourlocalstranger123 · 2 years ago

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I know....im supposed to do other things, but I just had an idea. [Why is my quaking brain only working when I'm busy with something else? Bruh]

Also, if there's somehow a post that is similar, sorry. Like there's literally so many. People could have similar ideas, you know 👍 also I know very well this thing is gonna become a flop/fail

Warning: angst [maybe?] Idk.

Other Worldly God.

1: HoYoLAB Poster/owner:????

2: Genshin wiki fandom title: night sky above dragonspine

There we're once a world called Teyvat. The world was peaceful, quiet, and soothing. Even though their creator wasn't really there for them, everyone still worshiped them. Why? Simply because they created them.

But soon, the creator dies. The reason was that they killed themselves because they could not bear the responsibility. They say that the pain of it was agonizing. The world began to crumble, and celestials could not stop this. Everyone lost hope until a miracle happened, Teyvat was back to normal. What was happening? It will remain a mystery to the others. But those who share the memories [heh, Zhongli lol] shall remember and know the true story.

"Oh, hello traveler! What brings you to this fine evening?" [Venti]

"Tsk, don't listen to that drunken bard. Although I am curious why you are here?..." [Zhongli]

"..." [Raiden/Ei]

"Hello, traveler! Ah, the atmosphere is a little tense, but everything is fine..." [Nahida]

Well, this is awkward....

"Well, paimon and traveler was just walking around to do some commission, but we got lost and found you here! Augh, I don't think paimon can fly anymore because how awkward this is!"

Aether/lumine tried holding back their laughter from hearing paimon's little statement.

"Anyways, paimon is curious. Why are you guys standing near a......"

Paimon face went pale. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her.

"....." [archons]

"What is what, paimon?" [Traveler]

Paimon went behind the traveler as the traveler finally felt like something was wrong...

"What are you guys hiding..." [traveler]

"You don't need to know such things. This is our business, as Archons." [Zhongli]

"Zhongli is correct." [Ei]

It was weird seeing Ei not using her puppet instead to just go to this place for....what ever that thing is behind them.

"Well, shouldn't I deserve to know since I've helped you in so many things, don't you think?" [Traveler]

"The traveler is right. We can trust them since they helped us in so many things." [Nahida]

"I agree! I don't think they would dare tell a soul about it..." [Venti]

The Archons moved away to stop blocking the view. Whatever the traveler had seen made them pale. Nahida clenched her hands as the other archons looked away, seemingly looking guilty.

"What did you do?!" [Traveler]

"We did nothing! They....they were already like this!...." [zhongli]

This is the first time seeing the calm, collected archon become so...angry

The figure they saw was embedded into the ground. Their eyes held no soul. There were vines-like things growing on their arms. Making the figure more embedded than it is. It's like Teyvat is sucking them in, what's going on?

"Traveler, have you heard a story of the creator?" [Nahida/Zhongli]

Traveler shakes their head as a sign of no. While they feel Paimon gripped their clothing harder, as they see Paimon was about to tear up.

The archons let Nahida explain the story of what people believed happened. Although some parts were correct, it wasn't really the story.

Venti volunteers to sing the true story, but Zhongli stops him.

"I am older than all of you, so I should be the one who tells the story. Am I not correct?"

Nahida, let's Zhongli explain since it was true he was the oldest and experienced it in first hand.

"You see, the original creator died, and Teyvat was crumbling to its death. But the figure you saw behind us was a God who saved us. They were more powerful than the celestials, but our original creator set some limits. As you can see, the reason why they are embedded is that they sacrificed their body to become one with Teyvat. Giving support to it. Since im the god of contracts, I had seen the contract between our creator and the God who saved us. Even if our creator was dead, their soul still remained and made a deal with them. Now that kind God is here. Before they became unconscious, they told us that when an outlander reaches sumeru, they will be awakened and finally be free from the grasp." [Zhongli]

To be continued

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paladibun · 2 years ago

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personal gay/bi mike ramblings & other late night thoughts //

Been thinking about how I relate way more to gay Mike as a bi dude rather than to bi Mike. (This isn’t whos interpretation is right or anything) I’ve seen the post that was like both gay byler would portray different experiences under one label and show that no label outright owns a specific experience. A bi Mike’s arc would be more about choices in relation to others with less introspection and a gay Mike’s arc would explain internal turmoil and self depreciation in relation to a queer identity and the need to hide it, which would require more of it . And ofc gay people don’t own this flavor of experience but in Mike’s case would explain his actions if under that lense for me personally. Also noticed the later headcanon is more prevalent for those with a bigger Mike bias than Will which is interesting.

Also thinking about what a mess or I guess how much ambiguity there is in both Will & Mike’s characterization when it comes to their relation to their sexualities which ultimately causes people to develop strong opinions and get angry when people get their arcs or dynamics wrong. The thing is that the Duffers like ambiguity - it gives them freedom and they also don’t like to state things outright when it comes to identities and very important sociopolitical issues while trying to be “realistic” /half-neg ( ex: Karen & Nancy talking about feminism without mentioning women, the way Robin’s coming out was handled without mentioning any gay words while the show is comfortable using homophobic words )

Anyway almost got heated on a completely separate topic.

It is sometimes confusing as to what is meant to be presented as a “Will Arc” and a “Mike Arc” On the one hand Will struggles from overt homophobia from others and from Lonnie growing up, on the other hand he has Joyce, Jonathan, Mike, and the party who adore him and while I doubt Will understands that they would accept him no matter what, there’s definitely an earlier self acceptance in his identity as a hyper-visible gay man(you can see it with the Turing Project & the bravery with the painting). I define internalized homophobia as “a set of complex contradicting behaviors based on society’s homophobia and heteronormative pressures” and some people define it as “being sad that people are being homophobic to someone” I think both Will and Mike have degrees of both and sometimes it’s hard to see how much of either both characters have. And for Mike, it solely depends on how you read his sexuality thus explaining his actions and feelings. Again, it is vague which I think is humanizing and realistic.

I won’t touch the dynamics topic until the tag evolves beyond late stage fandom spoon/fork binarization of gay relationships but just noting that aspect of byler isn’t void of complexity.

One last thought for the night:

Just looking at the fandom and noticing unfortunate patterns. Mainly the desire to be right above all else and largely at the expense of collective fun and creativity which is like the main point of fandom. I think it comes mostly from having to fight the GA and m*levens to prove we aren’t crazy (insert Joyce Byers gif here) a year ago and that mentality sticking for way too long. Like the desire to to defend your thoughts and feel your feelings strongly about a topic is amazing and is another big fandom driver but at some point people getting angry for fanon, headcanons, people having fun making things in a way that isn’t popular loud accounts approved is honestly concerning. I see it a lot from the side I agree with too and it’s like. We can do better right? Not everything needs to be activism tinged?

Anyway anyway thanks for reading this far I’m passing the whole fandom edibles as we collectively rewatch the source material and resetting our very “seeing red at posts we disagree with” adled brains. 💕

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #thoughts #vague discourse shit #fandoms should be fun #fandoms should be collaborative #fandoms should make you excited to see creativity and thoughts of others #did the autism machine break for half of you

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I honestly think it would be better if either Colby or Malia would get us more of Malia than just her boobs or ass. The hate M and C receive won’t calm down if esp Colby will make it look like he is there for her boobs and looks. And sorry to say it but for now it kinda looks like this . We can say that he is there for personality, but how they expect their fans to judge it this way , if we don’t see his gf in any other light than just her nice figure? If they are anyway open about their relationship and posting eo without any other worry, then honestly i cannot understand what is stopping f.e Colby from posting some more natural videos of them just interacting, where we can see more of real Malia. I believe that if she would be seen more of who she is , rather what does she looks like, then she would have been accepted by more of the people. But C posting only her hot photos, her boobs and ass , just throws her kinda more under the bus. She looks beautiful and hot, but for goddamn Man, if you see that your girl has been already called multiple names such as “whore” then why are you adding to the potion , by feeding her haters and letting them continue their scenerio of you being with her for just her body. It doesn’t picture you or your gf in good light, but we all know that at the end of the day, it’s M who receives much more hate, cause they will still thirsty for C.

i don't agree with your argument whatsoever.

bc here's the thing, what you're basically saying is one, anyone that shows off their body a lot has no personality and thus has to prove there is something more there, and two, it's malia's own fault for the hate she gets. and colby isn't helping and is instead stoking the flames by merely posting his own gf.

my issue here is that when has colby ever shown anything that would allude that he only cares about her body and that's it?? i've seen everything he's done with her, and none of it has ever been straight up "oh look at my hot sexy gf's tits and ass". the closest thing he ever came to maybe, and i'm saying the strongest maybe, is the cherry emoji he used for her now red hair (which again could be referring to her hair and not her boobs). other than that, it's not like this man is commenting peach and eggplant emojis every time she posts something. his comments are usually very basic and non-sexual/body related.

bc let's be forreal here for a moment, colby has had multiple flings over the years. all of these women have had nice bodies. if he was truly in this relationship for just the sex or just her body, why the hell would he hard launch her? why would he tell anyone about her? if it was just a fuck buddies friends with benefits situation, why would he share it with us now? if anything it would make more sense to say nothing and pretend she doesn't exist but keep the situationship going.

so this just shows that clearly there is something more going on, aka he's into her bc not only is she hot, she's also a full fledge human being with depth. a surprise that should come to literally no one. hot ppl can also have personalities. it's not that crazy of a concept.

and why should malia show off her personality? all it would do is cause the ppl that hate her to use it as ammunition later down the line to hurt her. i mean, her haters already use her body against her every chance they get, what's to stop them from picking her personality apart bit by bit? not only that, she has nothing to prove to us. she is not here for us. she's here for colby. that's who she is dating, that is who she has to make happy at the end of the day. genuinely, if i was her, i wouldn't talk to any of us. bc as a collective, we all fucking suck and are assholes for no reason other than bc we're judgmental losers who's parasocial relationship has rotted our brains out, thinking we somehow have a say in everything snc do with their lives. including who they date.

i know at the end of the day i'm not that way with snc, but as a whole that's probably how a lot of us come across regardless of our intentions.

also genuinely who's logging on to insta and saying "lemme see your personality". like… it's an aesthetics competition of a site. it's a place to post only the good and right angles of your life. bffr. i mean prime example is amber. we know she is amazing and super sweet, but her insta is just her mostly naked body and showing off how rich she is. her insta alone, if i was to think like how malia's haters do, would tell me she's a slut who has multiple sugar daddies and that she only cares about materialistic things. but that is not who she is, right? even if i never watched a single video of hers, her personality would still be there. so it's safe to say that malia's is also there, and just bc we don't get to see it doesn't mean it's nonexistent.

and even if she showed off her personality and somehow was a saint and an angel sent from heaven above, ppl that hate her would find something to complain about. she could wear a turtleneck and be covered from head to toe and still be called a whore. that's how misogyny works. it always counts against us regardless. a game with constant changing rules.

#ask #personal #cb ll

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timeoverload · 1 year ago

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I didn't have much to say yesterday because it was boring and I was tired. It takes me hours to write my posts and my brain was fried. I think it's kind of sad that it takes me that long but sometimes it's difficult for me to collect my thoughts. I also have been feeling like I'm not that interesting and I don't want to be depressing.

I have been trying to maintain a positive attitude but it has felt impossible today. I don't know if I forgot to take my lamotrigine last night or if it's the weather bothering me. I'm feeling so gloomy and inadequate. I don't feel good. I'm overwhelmed by my mountain of responsibilities. I can't get anything done.

I didn't have the best day at work. It was really busy so I couldn't leave when I got done with eye cases at 3:30. Several people were gone today so that didn't help.

It's sterile processing week and it used to be a big deal but it feels like we aren't appreciated anymore because no one outside of our department said anything. I don't want gifts or anything but it would be nice if someone noticed us. We are the "heart" of the hospital and there's literally a sign on our door that says that. It seems like our contributions are ignored by upper management a lot of the time now but I'm not surprised. The nurses and surgical techs get a lot more attention during their appreciation weeks. I'm not trying to sound bitter but it does make me a little sad because things used to be so different and we all work very hard. Seeing things change is just tough sometimes and I will get over it. I know I won't be there forever so it's not necessary for me to get that upset about it.

I'm getting really tired of working with the morning team lead. He is driving me nuts. He thinks he knows everything and everyone else is wrong. He is generally nice to me but some of the things he says bother me. He was in a bad mood this morning and he was complaining about his girlfriend to me. He told me he hates women sometimes because we're all dramatic animals. I don't think he really thought about what he was saying until he could tell that I was offended. It seems like he doesn't have a lot of respect for people from different cultures or women and it pisses me off. He also loves to talk about politics and religion with me first thing in the morning and I hate it so much. He tries to talk about guns with me even though I told him I don't like them. We don't agree on everything but I try to keep my opinions to myself because I don't feel like having a debate with him. I've realized that I'm not good at having those kinds of conversations anyway so I don't even try anymore because I get frustrated. I know there are a lot of bad things going on in the world right now and it breaks my heart. I just don't want to talk about war and death while I'm working because it makes me so depressed. He also gets so upset about things that aren't worth getting mad about and it stresses me out. I have been trying to teach him how to do my job too but he won't listen to me even though it's important that he learns how to do it. It's difficult working alone with him for 2 or 3 hours every day.

I also got super uncomfortable later in the day. 2 of my co-workers are dating and they have been fighting a lot. They aren't open about their relationship but everyone can tell there's something going on. I can tell they don't have a healthy relationship. They have to work next to each other most of the time and follow each other around. I'm not sure what they were fighting about but they were both acting very aggressive. They were slamming stuff around and she was having a panic attack half of the day. I don't care if people are dating because that's none of my business. I just don't want to be around people who act like that because it's immature and unnecessary. It makes it hard for me to focus when I can feel the tension in the air.

I was putting instruments away in the operating room after eye cases were done and I just started crying. I couldn't control myself so I'm glad no one saw that. I am beyond burned out. I don't want to think about work anymore. I'm glad I don't have to for a couple days.

Maxwell, I'm not sure what is going on with you. I have gotten some mixed messages from you so I don't know what to say or how to react. I don't know if you are mad at me or not. It's confusing.

I'm sorry if I offended you but I'm not sure what I did wrong and I'm trying to figure it out. Are you mad because I posted that picture of the mushroom girl earrings? That was supposed to be a reference to something that you had posted a while back. I wasn't sure if you would get it or not. I just took it down. I will avoid posting anything like that from now on. I'm not trying to make you feel insecure. I am bi but I have no interest in being with a woman ever again because you are the only person I want to be with. I just want to clarify that I haven't been in a relationship with a girl since high school and it ended very badly. I'm not going to talk about that right now. I also think rainbows are pretty so I'm sorry if you think that means something else.

If that isn't the issue then I'm not sure what is. I wish you could tell me what the problem is so I could possibly explain myself. I have been trying to post a lot more because I thought that made you happy. It makes me happy when you post a lot of stuff. I have mostly been trying to make you laugh because I know you have been sad lately. Maybe I'm not funny all the time but I have been trying to post more happy things. I'm sorry if I posted something that you don't like.

I am planning on asking you out on Tuesday and I thought I told you that but maybe I didn't. I'm having a tough time remembering things. I still feel really stupid because I've been waiting for you to ask me out this whole time but I was supposed to say something to you first. I can't stop beating myself up about it and it's all my fault. I've given up on trying to make everything perfect and the way I want it to be because it's not going to happen that way. I'm not going to get upset about that at this point because it won't change anything. I don't even care because I just want to be with you. I guess this is also difficult for me because no one has asked me out for over 12 years and I was hoping you would. I've realized I'm a little old-fashioned and I suppose I'm wrong for thinking that would happen. I also haven't gone on a date with someone since high school. I don't think my previous relationship even counts. I just feel like such an idiot and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm also really bad at flirting. I don't know why it's so hard for me to ask a simple question. I think this whole situation has shown me how fucked up my brain is because I feel like I'm not able to comprehend some stuff. I never realized how messed up I was until recently. I want to be with you so bad but I feel like I'm in a nightmare right now because I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do for so long. It's so scary for me because I'm afraid you are just going to give up on me if I don't figure stuff out and do what you want me to do. It hurts my brain and I want to rip my hair out sometimes. I can't read your mind all the time!! I feel like I can't do anything right and I just want to make you happy. I don't want to be confused anymore.

I don't want things to fall apart and I want to have a healthy relationship with you. I want to do the right thing. I love you so much and I always will.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say right now. I'm just sad and tired. All I want to do is lay here until I feel better. I'm not even hungry and I didn't bother going to the store after work like I planned so I don't have a lot to eat here right now anyway. I will go to the store in the morning or something. I have some boost in the fridge so I will probably just drink that because it's better than nothing. I have a tough time eating solid food when I'm anxious. I don't have the desire to do much tonight. I have been writing since I got home. It's getting late and I think I am going to try to relax for a little while and go to bed. Hopefully I will be in a better mood tomorrow.

Thank you for listening to me vent. I hope everyone has a good day tomorrow. 💖💖💖

#personal

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prismatoxic · 1 year ago

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anyway, fun story:

so @captainfkingmagic got into mgs sometime in 2008. we've been together for like 8 or 9 years now and he's mentioned it a lot (and made me watch metal gear awesome a whole bunch) but you'd be surprised how much media you have to share with each other when you get into a committed relationship. there's still a decent handful of things we haven't gotten around to

so, anyway, this year (like 4 months ago?) he got a hankering to play mgs1 again. he has the ps3 collection, and that seemed the best way to play, and he got somewhere after the ocelot fight when our ps3 (which had been having issues previously but we had repaired) started overheating again. to the point of shutting off. now, this ps3 was my ps3, and his ps3 had already bitten the dust some years prior for similar reasons (exacerbated by it being a launch version with bad soldering). so you can imagine how frustrating this was.

well, we had enough money at the time for him to just go ahead and get us a slim ps3. which took like a week to arrive, and, you know, by then i think he could be forgiven for not having the energy to go through mgs1 again up to the ocelot fight. i don't remember when he decided to try anyway; if it wasn't the night the ps3 arrived then it wasn't too long after.

so he finally gets to show me mgs1. all of mgs1. sans the meryl ending, bc fuck that, he went otacon. i mean, i had to see it, right?

needless to say, i was pretty hooked. i liked it a lot but, admittedly, wasn't super jazzed about mgs2 conceptually bc i knew raiden took over. he said he'd wait a few days to start it, then started it like. 1 day later. gamers amirite

anyway, mgs2 was great. hooked me also. but then i wasn't super jazzed about mgs3, bc it wouldn't be about snake and otacon.

anyway, mgs3 was great. hooked me also. but then i wasn't super jazzed about mgs4, because otacon cheats on snake and also snake gets old and dies.

anyway, mgs4 was... fine. like, it wraps up the solid snake arc pretty well, but it's also fucking batshit and there were several plot points and characters who i just found grating. (naomi. i found naomi grating)

so we finish mgs4 and like, okay, that's the solid snake story. fuck rising, and mgs5 is its own whole beast. so i finally said: hey. you wanna rp otasune?

and of course he did, he's been into otasune for like 15 years but never really got into the fandom aspects of it back then. so here's where things get amusing...

see, i've had trouble getting him to agree to fandom rps in the past, or if he does, had trouble getting him to stick with them. he's too oc-brained. which is fine, but after 4 games i was obsessed and i really doubted i'd find anyone better, more interesting, or more willing to put up with my bullshit. so i was like, okay, let's ease into this. we can do a silly little high school au so the pressures of the canon setting aren't present. and, of course, i'd let him play otacon.

...now you may be looking at my icon. and all my otacon posts. and wondering what that was about. well, see, he likes snake and otacon both, and hadn't expressed to me at any point just how much snake was his favorite (or if he had i had glossed over it). so because otacon was my favorite, i think i just assumed otacon would be his favorite, and even though he knew that wasn't true, he agreed anyway. (maybe i sounded like i really wanted to play snake? in truth i was trying to excite myself about it; i wanted otacon, but if i couldn't have otacon, i wanted to want to play snake).

he did say maybe we could switch it up sometime. i thought maybe he just didn't know who he really liked best, but i was happy to agree.

the first rp was fine, but fizzled out fairly quickly, which made me anxious. despite all my careful approaching, it seemed like we wouldn't be able to stick with it. maybe it was for the best; i found snake hard to capture. i wrote a fic in the high school setting to try and satiate myself.

well, eventually he brought up that he'd like to do something in canon instead. he'd been concerned with living up to canon settings in the past, but mgs was so zany that he figured he could handle it. so we picked after the tanker to set a rp. he asked if maybe he could play snake this time.

i found otacon way easier to write, though i was still feeling out what i wanted to do with him. within days we had a new idea. and then another... and another...

and we're still doing otasune rps. the first one started july 12th. at some point he finally said, hey, i never wanted to play otacon, he's not my favorite. and i was like. oh. well i feel silly now. but i have embraced otacon as my little blorbo now that i know i don't have to compete for him, lmao... love is all about sacrifices! it's also about being a fucking idiot sometimes

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ambient-anemoia · 3 months ago

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i'm getting tired of all the violence

Things have been peaceful lately. Well, other than that time I knocked one of your teeth out, but that's pretty tame as far as your injuries go.

I was embarrassed when you asked to shower with me, but I didn't mind it once we actually got in there. The warm water soothes me and the steam triggers my asthma, but I don't really mind the feeling of being breathless, not when you're here with me anyway. I glance to the left, eyelashes dripping with water, and become mesmerised by the blurry image of you at the edge of my peripheral vision. I'm entranced by the way your hair sticks to the back of your neck when it's wet. I keep wanting to reach my hand out and touch it, but we're here to get clean and we can't get distracted by pointless things now.

We argued earlier today. We used to argue a lot, back when I started my life sentence in Outer Space, but we haven't been doing it so much as of late. I guess we both got tired of saying the same things about the same topic over and over again.

What was it about now?

I said there was a new entity at the bottom of the ocean, and you didn't believe me, but really you just didn't want to believe me because a new entity means a new rival, a new person I can throw myself at and beg to fix all of my problems. Your jealousy always irritated me, always gave me a good excuse to swing my fists into you until you stopped whining. I kind of despise you when you're right about me. But I didn't hit you this time, because I'm starting to lose my enthusiasm for it, and I think for you that felt even worse.

(earlier today a researcher asked me to define the word 'enthusiastic' and i couldn't do it)

A tension settled over us for the rest of the day. It's unfair. We made up right away, but our riled up emotions made it impossible to talk normally. All our interactions felt hollow suddenly. It's strange because I don't think I like you but I feel so empty without you.

Just now the silence finally broke, and we talked for a long time. I have a fever, and I was lying on the floor mumbling, and you knelt beside me and replied to what I said. We tried not to antagonise each other this time. I don't know if we came to a understanding or if we just collectively agreed that neither of us could bear the loneliness for a second longer. You said during our argument that you're afraid I'll leave you all alone. All you have is me. But I'm the same, aren't I? There's no one left. Only the brain ghosts, and they might be dead, and the horrors down in the depths, but I loathe them, and the new entity, but it doesn't want to talk to me.

We got in the shower and stood side by side under the water, and things felt normal between us for the first time all day. I stared at your side profile, your eyes closed to block the water out, your wet hair and long eyelashes and the water droplets rolling over your bruised neck and face. And you stared at me when I turned to rinse my hair, and I didn't feel uncomfortable under your gaze the way I sometimes do when the intensity of it unsettles me. And it was nice, getting clean and stealing glances and talking occasionally but not about anything important. I was trying to figure out how tall you are, but I'm not good at guessing heights.

I wonder how long we can carry on like this.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 3 months ago

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Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Hallo. Buonasera. Welcome back to question time with me, your awfully funny and drop dead gorgeous just -☕️

I think we can all agree we were very impressed with our lil cutie pie of a contestant over here. Especially with their football knowledge. I personally wouldn’t have had a clue on some of those questions. But now we must move on to our next round.

Which is of course our animal round. There are going to be 10 questions one of which will include our bonus point, so I guess technically there could be 11 questions if you’re counting, and the bonus point is worth 2 points this round so there’s a total of 12 points at stake. Let’s get started.

Speaking of points I made a mathematical error in our recap. Our contestant has 16 out of a possible 20 points. Now I never said I was good at maths but that is quite the blunder. Anyway back to the questions!

Question one! What is the world’s biggest fish?

Onto number two. Bombus is the Latin term for which type of invertebrate?

Question 3. What group of animals is collectively known as a parliament?

Okay, next question is! What is the world’s most venomous fish?

Question 5, halfway there. Which insect has the largest brain relative to body size?

So how are we feeling so far audience? Are we placing bets on whether us at the question time headquarters can outsmart our lovely participant or our we the ones being played? You tell us but for now onto question 6.

Which animal never sleeps?

Question 7 is …. Which birds can fly backwards?

Question number 8 for you today is. What substance are sharks skeletons made out of?

Second to last question. Which flightless bird is the emblem of New Zealand?

And for our final question. What is the loudest animal in the world? And for those bonus points can you tell us how many decibels of sound they produce?

Wow I’m not going to lie I think this is quite a difficult round unless you are really into nature and animals and all of that. Or it could just be me and this is all well known stuff. I’m glad I’ve got someone in my ear telling me what answers you’ve got wrong and what you’ve got right! But we will have to find that out in our next catch up. For anyone playing at home how many points are you currently on?

Now that’s all for now. You’ve been wonderful. And I’m your host -☕️

Ayyy our amazing host is back! I was feeling confident for this round but i’ve just quickly skim read the questions and now i’m not so confident 😭

1) I feel like this was a trick question cause I wanted to say Blue Whale but that’s a mammal. So it is probably the biggest shark instead which I think is a whale shark? 🦈

2) I wanna say bee but I didn’t know they didn’t have spines😭

3) It’s gotta be some sort of posh british animal for that but idk😭 Foxes seem majestic in a way?

4) Pufferfish? I have no idea

5)what are these questions 😭 Um ants?

6) I wanna say sharks but I think they have rest periods although it’s not technically sleeping I don’t think? It’s not the same as human sleep it’s different cause they have to stay alert

7) Hummingbirds! I know this cause my gran loves them😅

8) I know this one randomly, sharks don’t have bones so i’m pretty sure it’s cartilage

9) Kiwi! 🥝

10) my dad when he snores😭 No it must be something big so maybe a blue whale? Hmm i’ll say 222 decibels cause it’s a cool number

I think i’ve done awful this round but it’s ok, my sports knowledge is carrying me 😅

Thank you host <3

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blueper-saiyan · 9 months ago

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True, we do get to come up with our own worldbuilding together!

"We see them (Vegeta lmao) eating the species of the planet they conquer but I don't think that is a consistent, normal behavior (that is a whole other brain essay in and of itself)"

Any chance you'd be interested in sharing that essay 👀?

Yeah I'd agree that it would make sense for Freeza/his dad/whoever is in charge of their empire to import food for the Saiyans. It's worthwhile to make sure they're operating at a reasonably efficient level, and if they can replace enough of the Saiyans own production, it makes them more dependent on Freeza Force infrastructure. Not that aren't already inextricably tied to it, but it never hurts to add insurance.

I agree with the idea that food would be a communal value!

"I think this communal aspect of food (both in the preparation, consumption, and collection of) is lost to a semi impactful degree when the Cold/Freeza Force moves in and implements more of it's merit-based individualism."

This makes me think of the food sticks we've seen a couple times.

Semi-gratuitous kid Vegeta screenshot lol. I thought he was eating a stick of butter the first time I saw this scene ngl. Anyway, the sticks are a food source that's already prepared and doesn't require any sort of cooking or a communal meal. Which is rational to use as a snack or on a mission, but if it replaces enough normal meals it's a tool to break up some of those community events.

"(Saiyans are most definitely merit-based individuals, but I believe they have a foundation of community that bolsters the craving of merit to protect the numbers, the planet, the resources, etc. and that dissipates over time due to Saiyan nature in tandem with literal galactic colonialism and dictatorship. But this ain't about that, I can't let my polsci brain get in the way.)"

It can most definitely be about that if you have thoughts about that. I'm not a polsci person at all so that perspective is always great when I get to see it!

Yeah they would presumably have some defense mechanisms against starvation, I like the ones you proposed! Being antisocial is a particularly interesting possibility, because food scarcity can also result in more cooperation instead. Also, based on what you described, I'm curious if you think that's why Vegeta is short?

Don't apologize for yapping, your thoughts are cool! Feel free to keep talking about this!

And finally I'm stealing the tags too because I can.

#saiyans are so fascinating#bring back their sharp teeth we see in the saiyan saga

I didn't think we ever saw Saiyans with sharp teeth? I've always been a little disappointed that they have normal human teeth. I just occasionally look wistfully at that mid transformation Vegeta with sharp teeth and think of what could have been lol. Did I miss a moment?

#I think talking about their food for me is more about social structure and political/societal cohesion rather than ecological and biologica#factors because my brain is not oriented that way#not a girl in stem <3

Honestly, a different social structure and political/societal cohesion make more sense than ecological and biological factors for Saiyans whole deal in general. Sometimes I want to try and come up with some exciting biology theories for them but I'm someone who doesn't like strongly contradicting canon, and I feel like I always end up back at thinking that culture and society is a much easier explanation for any differences from humans. I also hate biological determinism so I don't want to end up in that territory. "How would a society adapt to a legitimate different biological constraint?" still ends up fascinating me though, and this is one area where the biology thoughts both don't contradict canon and don't feel like determinism.

I’m overanalyzing something that’s canonically not meant to be thought about, for fun, so here’s a speculative Saiyan biology question: how often do they actually need to eat? I’ve sort of joked about the possibility that it’s like large predators irl where they gorge themselves occasionally and then wait until the next big kill. This would balance out the amount they’re eating to closer to a normal human, just a surprising amount in one sitting, and dodge the thing I’m about to go off the deep end about. But I think they’re probably supposed to need that amount frequently? Which is like, rodent levels of frequency and portions, but unlike a small mammal, a huge amount of actual food consumed. It’s fine if there’s only a handful of Saiyans on a whole planet but how did that work when there was a lot of them? That’s a massive amount of food, where is it coming from? Are they mostly feeding their army by taking food from conquered planets? They’d still need to be producing enough for their homeworld. Is it being farmed automatically and that’s how they can have the majority of their whole species be soldiers? But like, Gine has a job processing meat, so it’s clearly not entirely automated. Stuck thinking about Saiyan agricultural production and supply logistics help.

Unfortunately, I can also say that almost immediately after finding out the amount that Saiyans eat, the back of my mind did jump to “how fast do they starve?” Like, is that a much bigger threat for them than a human or do they have about the same amount of reserves, even if they’re eating more? If it is way faster, how does that affect how they view food/hunger? As a fun irl example, hummingbirds have such an insane metabolism that they would potentially starve to death if they slept at night. So they don’t sleep like normal, they enter a state that’s more like hibernation to slow their metabolism down enough to survive. Many hummingbird species are fiercely territorial because they need access to their food source or they starve. I imagine a theoretical hummingbird society would be thinking about food differently. And because this is my indulgent post where I get to talk about animals, I’m also going to bring up vampire bats, which could also potentially starve if they can’t feed within two days or so (I did not go deep into scientific literature to find original numbers and sources for this estimate I’m sorry true bat fans. Actually same goes for the hummingbird estimate but I know more about birds.). Unlike the more territorial hummingbirds though, vampire bats roost together during the day in colonies, with the same other bats repeatedly. And their food source can’t be guarded like a flower patch can, so there’s less purpose to territoriality. So they can form long term friendships with each other by interacting in ways like grooming each other. Within these friendships, when one bat gets a meal during their few-hour-a-night feeding window, but the other one doesn’t, the one who got enough food will often share with their friend to keep them from going hungry. Then their friend returns the favor when their roles are reversed, keeping them both alive, along with the rest of their friend network.

So those are some very different responses to needing food nearly constantly. If I were deeper in ecology mode I could probably try and come up with explanations based on the types of food source and territory and other factors for why, but I’m here to apply this to Saiyans lol. Honestly, a cooperative strategy would make more sense given that they’re pretty human-like, but that’s certainly not the sense we get given of their society. Were they always super individualistic or is that a recent development? Are they even actually individualistic or is that fully a societal role thing (elites are different from lower class warriors)? Or is the idea that they don’t cooperate partly a lie made up after their deaths anyway? Speculative biology for intelligent species get the extra layer of culture just to make things more messy and fun. We also know pretty much nothing about their original home planet and the actual context that shaped them, so I don’t get to apply other factors, like how easy it is to defend food sources or how important it is to stick together. We probably won’t ever get to know anything more about their original homeworld/Sadala, which is disappointing given that we got hints about it, but it does leave more room for speculation.

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sparxwrites · 3 years ago

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“D’you think we did the right thing?” asked Scott, out of nowhere, across the darkness between their beds. It was nearly midnight. They should both have been asleep. Neither of them were. “Ditching them. Our soulmates.” A pause. “I mean, I know they abandoned us first, and all that stuff with going to the Nether, and being irresponsible, but-”

But they’re still our soulmates.

Cleo was silent for a moment, turning the words over in her head. Turning her own feelings over, in her heart. “I think so,” she said, finally. “ I don’t... think I can love like that, anyway. Not easily. Definitely not on command. Maybe... maybe not at all. I don’t know.”

She’d never told anyone that before. Not anyone other than Joe, anyways, who she generally forgot to count as a ‘someone’ at the best of times. He was just Joe, who knew everything, and knew all of her by default - sometimes before she knew it herself. Quite often before she knew it herself.

(He’d patted her on the shoulder, and told her that love was a prerequisite of neither humanity nor post-humanity, and was also a social construct, and was also mostly a collection of molecules moving around the brain, and that the most important thing was being kind. She’d said she was pretty bad at that, too. Iinstead of patronising her by disagreeing, he’d said it was okay, he could love on behalf of them both, and if she provided him an itemised list of people he needed to love in her stead then he would get right on that. He’d been entirely serious.)

Scott hummed, quietly, and she heard him shift in his bed, a rasp of sheets against clothing. “Well, I can,” he said, almost petulant, and she exhaled relief at the normalcy of the response. “But- not with her. I don’t think- ...No. No, I- I know I couldn’t, with her. Martyn, maybe, I could’ve, but...”

Cleo barked out a humousless laugh. “I think I’d’ve done okay with Pearl, actually. She’s not quite so-” She grasped for the words. “Martyn, he- he wants love, you know? He needs it. He goes looking for it. Him and Ren, in the first one of these... And I can’t give him that. I can’t.”

“You want to swap?” asked Scott, and when she laughed again, he joined her - a wry, exhausted sort of sound, less humour and more resignation. “God. We’re kind of messed up, huh? The only two people on the server who couldn’t love the soulmates they were given.”

“Oh, yeah,” agreed Cleo with a heavy sigh, staring up at nothing in particular. “Yeah, maybe a little bit. But- we can be messed up together. That’s something. Isn’t it? We’ve got each other, at least.”

“Yeah.” Scott’s voice was soft, quiet, almost warm. There was another rustle of sheets - and then there was a hand questing across the space between them towards her, out of the darkness. On impulse, she took it. When Scott squeezed her fingers, something tightened in her chest in her chest in response. ”We’ve got each other. And hey- we can make our own fate! No soulmates required. How about that, huh?”

And for a moment, like this - together, defiant, hand-in-hand in the midnight dark - Cleo could almost believe in a world where denying fate was possible.

#double life smp #dlsmp #trafficblr #fic #life smp tag #life smp fic #just a little thing that got in my brain last friday #and then i took a whole week to write because i love procrastination

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cheerscoops · 2 years ago

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You Be Me and I’ll Be You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Inspired by a tiktok that I saw a few nights ago and can’t stop thinking about by user: ladythugs - Steve and Eddie decide to dress up as each other for Halloween and turn it into a competition.

CW/TW: None. This is pure fluff and silliness and oblivious pining

Word Count: 3K

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“You’ve lost your mind, Munson,” Steve said with a small laugh.

The group had been discussing their upcoming Halloween plans, and when Steve admitted that he didn’t have a costume planned out, Eddie had the brilliant idea that they should dress as each other.

“C’mon. It’ll be fun,” Eddie said as he nudged Steve with his elbow. “And haven’t you always wanted to get in my pants anyway?”

Steve didn’t know if he wanted to slap the smirk off of Eddie’s face or kiss it away. All he knew was that the way Eddie was looking at him was making him blush, and he hated it. Or he hated the fact that he didn’t hate it. The metalhead had always been somewhat flirtatious with his banter, but he’d grown more and more bold with it lately. Steve was surprised to find that he wasn’t completely opposed to flirting with him, but he was too chicken to actually act on it in any way.

Before his brain could restart and come up with an adequate response, Robin interjected herself into the conversation.

“He’s right,” she said. “It would be hilarious, and you could turn it into a competition.”

“A competition?”

“Yeah. The best costume of the other wins something. We could all vote on it. And, think of all the joy it would bring your friends to see this precious face pretending to be a badass.” She reached over to lovingly pinch Steve’s cheek.

“Okay, so if I agree to this,” he started after swatting Robin’s hand away, “And I’m not saying that I agree to this. But if I were to agree to this, and we did turn it into a competition, I think we’d need to set some ground rules.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I don’t think either of us really wants to have to go out and buy clothes for this, so it only makes sense that we’d be able to raid each other’s closets for our costumes. And, we wouldn’t be able to show what we’ve chosen to anyone until the party because it would be more entertaining if it was a surprise.”

“Does that mean you wouldn’t be allowed in your own room while I’m going through your clothes?”

“As long as you’re not doing anything pervy in there, yeah. Our costumes should be a surprise to each other, too.”

“Relax, Harrington. I’m not gonna steal your tighty whities if that’s what you’re thinking. I can agree to your conditions though. Anything else?”

“What do I win when I end up having a better costume than you?”

“How about a dare?”

“A dare? Are we still in middle school?”

“You’re just scared of what I’ll make you do when I win.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Then you’ll have no problem agreeing to this competition.”

“Fine,” Steve said as he stuck out his hand for Eddie to shake. “You’re on. But, when I win, you’re streaking across the football field during the next home game.”

“Aww, Steve,” Eddie said with a devilish smirk as he gripped his hand, “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

* * *

Two days before the Halloween party, Eddie showed up on Steve’s doorstep.

“I’m here on a mission to collect my costume Harrington,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe. “Lead the way to your room and then make yourself scarce so I can grab what I need.”

Steve stepped aside to make room for Eddie to enter his house before making his way upstairs and down the hall to his room. He hadn’t realized it when he initially agreed to it, but the idea of Eddie having unsupervised access to his bedroom made him nervous for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. He was pretty sure he didn’t have anything to hide, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about what Eddie might find.

“Okay, so pretty much everything is in the closet,” Steve said as he opened his bedroom door, “but there’s some stuff in the dresser, and there’s a basket of laundry I haven’t put away yet, too.”

“Anything off limits?” Eddie asked. He tossed the duffle bag he was carrying onto Steve’s bed and made his way over to the closet.

“I’ve gotta work tomorrow, so you can’t take my Family Video vest, but anything else should be okay.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall.

“Noted. Now get out so I can get started.” Eddie made a shooing motion with his hands.

“I’ll be down in the den if you need anything. Just let me know when you’re done.”

Once he was back downstairs, Steve tried to focus on the movie that he’d been watching, but his mind kept wandering back upstairs to where Eddie was combing through his closet and drawers looking for who knows what to make his costume. This definitely wasn’t what he’d imagined Eddie would be doing the first time he entered his room. Not that Steve ever thought about that. Or at least, he didn’t think about it often.

So, instead of following along with whatever was happening in the slasher film in front of him, he thought about Eddie finding the drawer full of sweaters that his mom bought him to wear for the family Christmas card every year, and Eddie making snarky comments about how neat and organized his closet was, and just Eddie.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize that Eddie had made his way back downstairs until the older boy had gripped his shoulder from behind, causing him to jump at least a foot off the couch.

“Jesus, Munson. Don’t do that.”

“You’re jumpier than I thought you’d be for someone who’s battled monsters on more than one occasion,” Eddie said as he climbed over the back of the couch to take a seat next to Steve.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t hear you coming, and it’s only because I’m watching a scary movie. If it had been anything else, I wouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Steve asked, trying to change the subject.

Eddie held up his duffle bag. "Got everything I need right here. Get ready for the dare of your life, Harrington. I've got this competition in the bag."

"In your dreams."

Steve watched as Eddie turned his attention toward the TV. Nightmare on Elm Street was playing, and the scene where Nancy's boyfriend was about to meet his demise had just started.

"You know, if we hadn't made this bet, I'd suggest you be him for Halloween," Eddie said as he pointed at the screen. "I think you could pull off a crop top."

"I'm pretty sure my crop top days are behind me. The demobats kinda ruined the appeal."

"What are you talking about? You could still pull it off. Besides, ladies love scars."

What about you? Do you love scars? Steve was surprised by his thoughts, but he was still too afraid to say them out loud. He didn't understand what he was feeling, and he didn't know if Eddie was even actually into him anyway. He couldn't tell if it was flirting or if that was just the way that Eddie was. He didn't know if Eddie even liked guys. Hell, Steve didn't know if he liked guys himself. All he knew was that he was starting to think that he liked Eddie.

So, instead of saying what he was still too afraid to say, he turned his attention back towards the TV again, and watched the rest of the movie in silence.

* * *

The next day, Steve headed to Eddie's trailer as soon as his shift at Family Video was over. He realized that he probably shouldn't have waited until the last minute to come and get a costume, but he was never all that great about planning for things in advance, so it was a late night visit to the trailer park for him.

“Finally come to pick out a costume?” Eddie asked when he saw that it was Steve at his door. “I was kind of hoping you’d forget to come over and let me win by default.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Steve said with a shrug as he stepped into the trailer.

“Don’t be. It’ll be more fun for me when I win if you actually try.”

Eddie led the way back to his bedroom and stood aside to let Steve enter the room.

“Anything off limits?” Steve asked.

“Go nuts.”

Steve shut Eddie out of the room and stood back trying to determine where to start. There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to snoop around the room and see what he could learn about the boy who wouldn’t leave his thoughts. But it looked like Eddie hadn’t snooped through his room when he’d left, so he was trying to give him the same courtesy.

Instead, Steve moved about the room grabbing the clothes that he needed to put together the look he was going for and shoving them in his backpack. Despite the chaos that was Eddie’s room, he found pretty much everything that he needed relatively quickly. There was just one thing he still needed.

“Finished already?” Eddie asked from his spot lounging on the sofa when Steve exited his bedroom.

“Almost.” Steve walked towards the couch and stood over Eddie. “Give me your hand.”

“You wanna hold my hand, Stevie? I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“I just wanted your rings,” Steve said, trying not to let his brain short circuit.

“You wound me.” Eddie feigned offense and placed his hands over his heart. “I guess you can have the rings, too. But, if you lose any of them, I might have to kill you.”

“I promise I won’t lose them.”

Steve watched as Eddie slowly took off his rings trying to memorize where he wore each one. On his right ring finger, he wore a simple silver ring, and in order from his index finger to his ring finger, he wore a cross with skulls, a hog’s head, and a fanged skull on the left hand. He had never been so mesmerized by the simple act of someone taking off their rings, but then again, no one had ever really caught his attention in the way that Eddie had before.

Eddie took Steve’s hand in his and placed his rings on Steve’s upturned palm before curling his fingers around them. Steve felt a jolt of electricity surge through his body as their fingers brushed together, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was the only one feeling it.

He took the rings and carefully zipped them into the front pocket of his backpack.

“I’ll guard these with my life,” he promised.

“You better. So, you wanna stay and hang out for a while? Maybe watch a movie?”

“As much as I’d like to, I probably shouldn’t. I’ve gotta open tomorrow, and I’m sick of Keith yelling at me for coming in late.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll see you at the party then?”

“Definitely. Prepare to lose, Munson.”

“In your dreams, Harrington.”

* * *

When Steve arrived at the Halloween party, Eddie was the only one left to arrive. Somehow, Robin had convinced Nancy to dress as the Magenta to her Riff Raff, and the two were deep in conversation with Will the Wise and Jonathan who had once again dressed as a guy who didn’t care about Halloween. El was wearing a witch’s outfit that would have looked somewhat juvenile on anyone else but suited her perfectly, and Mike was dressed as Luke Skywalker. Lucas was sitting in the corner pouting next to Max. Both of them were dressed as Han Solo.

“All I’m saying is that if you’re going to ask me to wear a couple’s costume with you, you should maybe specify which part of the couple you wanted to be,” Max said with a smirk.

“And all I’m saying is that it’s pretty obvious that I would want to be Han Solo when given the choice between him and Princess Leia.”

Steve had to suppress a laugh at that one. Only Max would choose to mess with Lucas in that way.

“Alright, let me see the costume,” Dustin said as he approached Steve, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. From the amount of time he’d spent with Dustin and Eddie, he knew that his friend was dressed up as some sort of DnD character, but he couldn’t have told you which one if his life depended on it.

Steve took a step forward and slowly turned in front of friends. He had Eddie’s look nailed perfectly. He had started with a pair of Eddie’s ripped jeans and his Hellfire Club shirt. On top of that went the leather jacket and the battle vest. He’d even tried to get all of his accessories in from the chain on his jeans and the bandana in his back pocket to the rings and his guitar pick necklace.

“I’m actually impressed,” Robin told him. “I really didn’t think you were going to be able to pull this off.”

“Your lack of faith in me is shocking.”

“She’s got a point,” Dustin added. “We all kind of figured that you’d forget to go and get a costume.”

“I’m deeply offended.”

“So, when did you remember to pick up your costume then?” Robin asked.

“Irrelevant.”

“I rest my case.”

The general consensus from the group was that Steve went above and beyond their expectations, and he was pretty sure that it was going to be impossible for Eddie to beat him now. What was he going to do? Show up in a striped polo? There was no typical look of Steve’s that could compete with how well he’d nailed Eddie’s day to day appearance. He had this competition in the bag.

And then, Eddie arrived at the party. He took one step into the room and twirled the ice cream scoop in his hand before sticking it in the holster on his shorts. Steve buried his face in the palm of his hand as the rest of the group started to cheer. Eddie Munson had shown up in his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

“You came as Popeye!” Robin said, trying and failing to hold in her laughter.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve groaned. “Out of everything in my closet, you had to pick that? How did you even know that existed?”

“You think I never saw you wearing this while you were working?” Eddie asked. “Just because I never actually went into that ice cream shop doesn’t mean I was never at the mall. I just preferred the cheap Chinese food when I was in the food court.”

Eddie adjusted the sailor hat on his head and gave a little spin to show off his outfit before he grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him to the stand in the center of the room with him.

“I think we should put Steve here out of his misery and conduct our vote already. I’m ready to be declared the winner and collect my prize.”

“They could still vote for me,” Steve insisted. “I still have a chance.”

“No, you don’t,” Dustin said. “All in favor of Steve winning, raise your hand.”

No one moved.

“Now, all in favor of Eddie winning.”

Everyone’s hands shot up.

“Eddie Munson is the winner!” The group applauded as Eddie made a show of bowing.

“Thank you. Thank you. Your votes mean the world to me,” he said. “I have so many people to thank for this award. Robin for suggesting this be a competition in the first place because without her there’d be nothing for me to win. And Harrington over here for not throwing away this gem of a uniform. This honor is as much yours as it is mine because I don’t think I could have won in any other outfit.”

“I don’t know,” Nancy said as she sipped her drink. “I probably still would have voted for you if you showed up in that one yellow sweater.”

“You all are a bunch of traitors,” Steve said as he walked over to where they’d set up the refreshments. “I’ll remember this betrayal the next time any of you want me to drive you anywhere or ignore your late fees at Family Video.”

“I can’t help with the car, but I can also ignore your late fees if he won’t,” Robin interjected.

“Double betrayer.”

“I’ve gotta say,” Eddie said as he joined Steve at the refreshments table, “You don’t look half bad in my clothes. I think they’d look better on my bedroom floor though.”

“I’m pretty sure half of your clothes were already there,” Steve said with a smirk.

“You might be right about that.” Eddie looked down at his hands, and Steve thought that this was maybe the first time he didn’t look confident about what he was going to say next.

“So, I think I know what I want my dare to be.”

“You came up with one that quickly?”

“Says the guy who had a dare picked out the second I said that should be the prize.”

“Fair enough. So, what’s the dare?”

“I dare you to go out with me.”

“Like, on a date?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said as he made eye contact. “A date. I dare you to go on a date with me next Friday. Work schedule permitting.”

If Steve hadn’t known whether or not Eddie was really flirting with him before, he certainly had his answer now.

“Alright,” Steve said. “You’re on. Pick me up at seven.”

“Seven it is.”

Steve took a sip of the drink he’d poured and smirked over at Eddie.

“You know, you wasted your dare. Could have made me do something really juicy.”

“I could have?”

“Eddie, if you wanted to go out with me, all you had to do was ask.”

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #stranger things fanfic

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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier.

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

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High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”. You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

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