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flashbangstars · 10 months ago

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NCT dream as people you met on public transport

as someone who lives in a big city this was simply fitting

Mark

he took the last seat as you both got on at the same stop

he made awkward eye contact as he notices you standing infront of him as he was sitting

and them proceeded to look at you ever couple minutes while he was sitting

he had headphones in, but with how shit they were you could hear the justin bieber songs leaking through and he was now on his 6th jb song

it was like he literally had just a jb playlist

GOD ANOTHER ONE

every time the train would stop for a station he would pull one earbud out and look around wildly and then once he realized it wasn't his spot he would put the earbud back

when you had zoned out staring off into the distance you felt a poke at your leg.

"you can have my seat when I get off"

#1 jb stan was being a gentlemen

you weren't sure if he was aware, but he had been loudly humming the songs as they past and he currently was halfway through one less lonely girl

when the train slowed to your stop, jb stan shot up abruptly leaving less than 2 inches between the two of you

and like screeched a little bit?

Running towards the exit of the train and waiting for the doors to open

once they opened he darted across the platform to the same train on the other side going the opposite way

Justin bieber boy missed his stop too lost in the jb sauce : (

Renjun

your usual go to is putting ur backpack on the seat next to you, (because you get enjoyment from being an asshole)

two stops into your commute, shorty came up to you and pointed at your backpack

you took your airpod out and looked up

"can you move your bag

no "please", no "is it ok" NOTHING

you begrudgingly moved your bag onto to your lap

he sat down next to you and put his own headphones on

the good news was he smelled really good

like sophisticated richness

like he owned a yacht and went to expensive restaurants

you just usually stole whatever perfume your roommate left out in the bathroom (with permission)

and why are the mean looking bitches always hot??

He looks like he perpetually sucks on lemons, but I want him!

halfway through the ride you had been zoned out and knew your stop wasn't for a bit, you felt a tug at your bag

your ass clenched in fear, cuz like am I being robbed??

looking down slightly you watched as ice prince was mindlessly playing with the keychain that hung from your bag that was in his space

you didn't move a inch as if not to spook him (jesus christ hes not a fucking animal)

he then snapped out of it and dropped the keychain and looked up quickly to see if you noticed, not expecting you to be already looking

he flinched a bit and eyes widened

"oh.. I'm so sorry" he apologized putting his hands up

you reach down again and grab the keychain he had been playing with and hold it up

"I got it from gas station because I thought it was cool"

his small hand slowly creeped down again to grab the keychain once more

"oh, It looks really cool" he said softly and played with the charms

you two then spent the rest of the trip talking about the trinkets on your bags

Jeno

he was on the train when you got on, he was sitting at one of the double seats by the door

when he saw you get on he moved his sports duffle from the seat next to him onto the floor and gave you that look of "you can sit here if you want"

he had on those big over ear headphones and a giant ass hoodie n sweats

if you were being honest he was kinda hot

when you sat down next to him it was incredibly hard to not make awkward eye contact with him as he was beside you

it was semi hot outside since it was the end of spring and so you both were in shorts

you had that weird skin to skin contact at first and I think it sparked some sort of carnal desire

very much so a inside us there are two wolves moment

you couldn't even tell anyone about your experience because he could see your screen and you didn't have one of those privacy ones!

you had to suffer in silence, job harder than the soldiers : (

when your stop came, you went. reach above and pull the line, but he beat you to it and reached his arm over you doing it first.

well now you just had to follow him home!

kidding!

Haechan

You had 10 stops before yours, and you were sitting in front of the lit up board that tracked the stops.

your roommate got on usually 5 stops after you to join you otw home so you weren't worried about missing the stop

You put headphones in and leaned your head back to escape the harsh bright lights of the train.

30 minutes pass and you open your eyes to your roommate sitting on the side opposite you with a devious ass look on her face

the rest of your body wakes up from your power nap and become aware of the weight on your head and your arms

you had fallen asleep and wrapped your hands around the arm of the guy next to you..

and you had rested your head on his shoulder...

what the FUCK DO I DO NOW?

A Midst your panic you notice the weight on top of your head....

HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON YOU????

you slowly snake your hand out from his arm and check your phone.

you had 67 notifications in your groupchat...

opening it, you find 7 pictures of you and this literally STRANGER asleep on each other.

waitttttt.... whys he kinda hot......

this actually may not be bad!

love and affection FOR THE FREE?

lemme take my ass back to sleep

the next time you woke up you had been repositioned now with your head on your friends shoulder

damn how fucking hard did you sleep....

you look around and nap stranger had disappeared

you felt your heart clench at the loss of your momentary wattpad relationship, mourning the hot man who had fallen asleep on you

becoming aware of your limbs again you tighten your grip around your phone and bring it up to check the notifications to find a bright yellow post it note stuck to the screen

"thanks for the nap : ) 999-999-9999"

this was a major win for women everywhere

Jaemin

the bus in the morning was this like devastating liminal space

it was cold

the lights were bright

and you kinda wanted to get hit by the bus

because of how early it is, you usually were one of the only people on the bus

today two stops in a fucking mens model on on the bus!!

sir what are you doing in this metal prison!

he sat in the back on the raised portion while you stayed in the front

you glanced up to look at him again, because.. shit if this was going to be the highlight of your morning you would take it

but when you looked up you made direct eye contact with him

playing off smoothly you did the thing where you kinda look to the side ish

looking back again you make eye contact AGAIN

hello???

as you two hold this prolonged eye contact, he raised his hand and waVED?

yall hear that meowing??? thats just my puss- GUNSHOTS

you wave back and smile your best "Im a innocent girl, but can take it like a champ" smile

and watch as he grabs his bag and stands

ur ass clenches thinking this will be the last time you may come across prince charming, but then unclenches when you realize it is also your stop

Getting up you follow ahead and go to the door exiting. walking down the street in the early morning listening to some fuckass songs trying to make the reality of 8 am classes seem better

when a hand grips your shoulder

21 years of being a woman and also a anxious mess you scream and turn around with your hands up

just to see sexy man from bus!

sexy man from bus what are you doing here?

"i am so sorry, you just didn't here me calling, so I just grabbed you I don't know why I did that, especially you're a woman alone, I don't know why I didn't think of that first?.."

sexy bus man was now rambling

"its ok!!" you say trying to put SBM (sexy bus man) out of his misery

"oh uh, well you left this on the bus, when you got up I think it got stuck on the seat, and i figured since we got off at the same stop I would just grab it.."

rambling seemed to be a common occurrence for SBM

looking down you saw the familiar hello kitty keychain you had on the back of your bag that you spent way to much money on a claw game for in his hand

"thank you sexy bu- SIR"

"..... your welcome"

Chenle

it was 7am on a Wednesday night and bro just got on the train in a pair of sunglasses on.

it was almost never that serious

it was in the morning and you were waiting for a friend and saving a seat hence the double seat with one side with your backpack

the sunglasses walked down the aisle and stopped at your chair.

not even asking, he grabbed your backpack with his grimy hands and moved it to be next to you, then sitting down opposite

you literally felt your eye twitch because like HUH?

"excuse me? I'm waiting for someone, they literally just got on at this stop"

sunglasses perked up the slightest and directed his gaze towards you "I don't see them"

you literally felt your eye twitch again and you chest tighten because of the audacity

your friend at that moment walked into the car, prompting you to point and say "okay well she's here now, you can move"

to which sunglasses shrugged and and said "I'm comfortable, why are you so opposed to sharing?"

you heard your friend laugh in disbelief and your eye twitched AGAIN

Your friend squished in next to you and you ended up sitting across from Sunglasses

your thighs were burning from you sitting tightly so your knees wouldn't brush, and your resolve to stare at him until his exploded was dwindling

with a huff you relaxed and felt your knee nudge his and cried a little inside but dealt with it

When the train arrived you got up and walked out of the seat before he could and went to your bus stop

sitting at the bend you felt a tap at your shoulder and looked up

GASP it was sunglasses! without sunglasses!

GASP why was sunglasses kinda hot!?

GASP wait why sunglasses here?!!!

Sunglasses smiled a bit and put his hand out "I figure I'd introduce myself, since we had such a lovely time on the train together, I'm Chenle"

you could feel how wide your mouth was hanging in disbelief and you stared at the surprisingly well manicured hand in front of you

but deciding against your morals, you shook his hand and introduced yourself

"nice to meet you Y/N, you wouldn't mind if we sat together on the bus right"

Jisung

The train during rush hour was a fucking nightmare, your class ended at 4:50 and the only line that could take you to your apartment from the university is the most popular one

when the door open you pushed in to the train and literally no seats were open.

you gripped the railing and tried to widen your stance a bit to keep stability

the train started and apparently the conductor was having a bad fucking day because he was fucking stomping on the breaks

each stop jolted you so aggressively that you feared for your life and dignity if you were to fall on this here train

after about three stops of fighting for you life, your hand was beginning to be slip from the sweat on the railing and your arm was throbbing from tensing for the last 20 minutes

all of a sudden the conductor hits the break once

...your hand slipping from the railing

and then hits it again a second time

.........you lose your footing

you fall backwards and close your eyes waiting to land embarrassingly on your ass.

instead............

you fall on the seats behind you

you feel a hand out of instinct grab your waist to stop you from falling more and another hand goes on your thigh to stop your legs.

opening your eyes you make eye contact with someone.....who honestly looks more scared/embarrassed than you are??

He looks like a guy around your age and is staring at you with these dark eyes as if you were taking your last dying breath in his lap

"are you okay" he asks sounding... once again more embarrassed than you were!???

"I'm okay! thank you!" you say still sitting bridal style in his lap

neither of you moves

like he still is deadass cradling you right now in public

"uh can I get up...?" you say and you watch his face flush red all over

"OH yeah, I'm so sorry" he says unhanding you

you stand in front of him and grab onto the loop in front of him

and..... you both spend the rest of the train ride avoiding eye contact because you both turn red when you do meet eyes.

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im going to proofread later pls excuse if it seems like im illiterate

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wonies-cheeks · 5 months ago

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Skating Shenanigans | p.sh

Genre: fluff

W/C: 1.3k

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The winter air was crisp and invigorating as you made your way to the outdoor ice-skating rink. The city park had transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights strung through the trees and a large, beautifully decorated Christmas tree at its center. You were excited yet slightly nervous for your ice-skating date with Sunghoon, especially since you had never skated before.

Sunghoon was waiting for you at the entrance to the rink, looking effortlessly handsome in a navy-blue coat and a cozy scarf. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he flashed that charming smile that always made your heart flutter, revealing his adorable mini fangs.

"Hey! Ready to hit the ice?" he asked, his voice warm and full of enthusiasm.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you replied with a nervous laugh. "But I have to warn you, I've never done this before."

Sunghoon's smile widened. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. It's going to be fun, I promise."

You laced up your skates and carefully made your way to the edge of the rink, gripping the railing tightly. Sunghoon stepped onto the ice with ease, gliding gracefully over to you. He extended his hand, and you hesitantly took it, feeling a reassuring squeeze.

"Just relax and trust me," he said softly. "I'll be right here with you."

With Sunghoon's guidance, you took your first tentative steps onto the ice. Your legs wobbled, and you clung to his hand for balance. He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"You're doing great," he encouraged. "Just take it one step at a time."

As you slowly made your way around the rink, Sunghoon never let go of your hand. He patiently guided you, offering tips and gentle reassurances. Despite your initial trepidation, you began to find a rhythm, your movements becoming slightly more confident.

"See? You're getting the hang of it," Sunghoon said with a proud smile.

"I couldn't do it without you," you admitted, grateful for his support.

The festive music and laughter of other skaters created a joyful atmosphere. As you became more comfortable, Sunghoon suggested trying a few simple moves, like gliding and turning. You stumbled a few times, but he was always there to catch you, his strong arms steadying you.

"Here, let’s try something fun," Sunghoon said, guiding you to a less crowded part of the rink. "Just follow my lead."

He positioned himself behind you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "Now, bend your knees a little and push off with your left foot, then your right. Like this."

With Sunghoon's hands guiding you, you tried to mimic his movements. At first, it was awkward, but soon you found a rhythm. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered instructions, his touch grounding you.

"Good, just like that," he praised. "You're a natural."

Feeling more confident, you ventured to try a small turn. You wobbled precariously and almost fell, but Sunghoon caught you, laughing softly as he steadied you.

"Easy there," he said, his eyes twinkling. "We've got all night to perfect it."

You continued skating, each lap around the rink becoming smoother and more enjoyable. Sunghoon showed you how to skate backwards, holding your hands and guiding you step by step. His encouragement and patience made the learning process fun and less intimidating.

"Okay, okay, one more trick," Sunghoon said, grinning mischievously.

You groaned playfully. "You and your tricks. What now?"

"A glide and a turn," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You just want to see me fall again," you accused, but you couldn't hide your smile.

"Maybe," he admitted with a wink. "But I'll catch you."

True to his word, he did catch you every time you stumbled, his laughter mixing with yours in the crisp winter air. After an hour or so, you decided to take another break. You found a cozy corner of the rink where there was a small fire pit surrounded by benches. Sunghoon went to get hot cocoa from a nearby vendor while you sat down, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the festive atmosphere around you.

Sunghoon returned with two steaming cups of hot cocoa, complete with whipped cream and marshmallows. He handed you one, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt that familiar spark of electricity.

"To a wonderful night," he said, raising his cup in a toast.

"To a wonderful night," you echoed, clinking your cup against his.

You sipped the hot cocoa, savoring the rich, sweet taste. The warmth spread through you, both from the drink and from the contentment of being with Sunghoon. You talked about your favorite winter memories, your dreams for the future, and shared more laughter over childhood stories.

As the evening wore on, the rink began to empty out, and the crowds thinned. The twinkling lights around the rink seemed to shine brighter, casting a magical glow over everything. Sunghoon suggested one last skate before the night ended, and you eagerly agreed.

Hand in hand, you glided across the ice, moving in perfect harmony. You felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom, the wind rushing past you, your laughter mingling with the sound of your skates on the ice. Sunghoon’s support and encouragement made you feel like you could conquer anything, and you realized how much you cherished his presence in your life.

"Don't get too confident," Sunghoon teased as you attempted another turn. "I won't always be here to catch you."

"Yeah, right. Like you would let me fall," you shot back with a grin.

He hummed in agreement, squeezing your hand. "I'd never let you fall."

When it was finally time to leave, you walked together through the park, the path illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights. Sunghoon’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, and you leaned into his side, feeling a sense of peace and happiness.

As you reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, reluctant to say goodnight. “Thank you for an amazing evening, Sunghoon. It was perfect.”

He took both your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “Thank you. Tonight was unforgettable because of you.”

He leaned in for one last kiss, a soft, lingering goodbye that promised more to come. This kiss was even sweeter than the first, filled with the warmth of your connection and the anticipation of future moments together. His lips moved against yours with a gentle insistence, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a tender affection that made your heart ache in the best way possible.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his smile warm and full of promise. “I’ll see you soon.”

As you watched him walk away, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. Your first ice skating date with Sunghoon had been more than you could have ever hoped for, filled with moments of joy, support, and kisses that marked the beginning of something truly special. You knew that with Sunghoon by your side, the future held endless possibilities and countless more magical moments.

Back inside your warm home, you reflected on the night’s events. You could still feel the touch of his hand, the warmth of his kiss, and the echo of his laughter. Sunghoon’s presence lingered, filling you with a sense of happiness and excitement for the future.

The evening had ended, but the magic of that night stayed with you. You knew that this was just the beginning of many more wonderful memories with Sunghoon. With a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart, you looked forward to the next time you would see him, already counting down the days until your next adventure together.

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qqtxt · 1 year ago

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[🌸] two new lovers in a room w/ txt

complete title: two new lovers in a room (who are still best friends) (they might kiss) (yeah, they did) [can be seen as a follow-up from this]

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / kinda-new-lovers-ish / inspired by this list of prompts! ✿ disclaimer: the reader is adopted into the boys group / mentions of food and eating / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 3,522 words ✿ the kiss that finally happened, ya’ll! reading the responses to the first one made me laugh so i had to follow up with this. this one is a bit longer because i wanted to set the scene but i hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless! 💞 [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet ✨

[🐰] soobin the same living room that you’ve frequented more often than not is as quiet as it is on any other day. perhaps, the thing that separates this out to be different than other times would be the fact that you and soobin both know that you two have been charting into... uncharted territories. more expressive, more... flirtatious. the kind that makes your heart flutter; that keeps you up at night, smiling foolishly at your phone just as soobin does the same from the confinement of his room, giddily smiling at your texts.

with the dormitory empty, leaving you two in the privacy of your own bubble, it wasn’t out of place for you and soobin to cuddle up on the sofa. only this time, you’ve decided to use his lap as a pillow. cut to two, or three episodes of an anime soobin wanted to rewatch later, he can’t help but trail down to look at your side profile. he has a mental debate; fingers twitching to touch you and at the same time, maintaining the hold he has on your arm. he hadn’t realised he was staring until you turn the cheek, looking up at him with a small smile.

apparently, you had asked something and he wasn’t responding. but it seems like that might be luck on both of your sides since it granted you two to look at each other despite the odd angle. soobin swallows the lump in his throat, his hand on your arm now moving up to lightly brush along your cheek. based on the way your smile grows just as his palm meets the side of your face, it feels like it’s where it truly belongs when you look so at ease; so safe.

he gapes, eyes trailing from your eyes down to your lips, then back up to your eyes once more. it seems like it’s reeling something from deep within you as you slowly sit up, shifting closer and closer until soobin’s heart nearly stops at the proximity and the thought of what’s about to happen. his hand is trembling against your cheek, his thumb caressing the under of your eye as he licks his lips, “i... i’m not sure i know how to...”

if there was one thing that was evident in the plenty of things that soobin loves about you is the way you’re able to understand what he means without saying it entirely. you chuckle and nod, lapping over his hand on your cheek, “it’s okay. let me...?” your voice trails off in a slight suggestion; a nudge to the direction you two had intended of going.

he nods. fairly quickly. too quickly that it makes you laugh. he laughs along, only because you look so pretty that he had to. then, everything feels like it slows down when you lean forward to press your lips to his. plush and soft. welcoming and scared but exciting. it was a flood of emotions coming together yet, fusing blissfully despite the nerves buzzing.

when you pull away, you can barely take a breath when soobin’s leaning forward this time, firm yet gentle with his grip on your face to keep you still so he can kiss you this time. it’s a little awkward; rushed, but when his lips manage to move slowly as if he’s testing the waters, it makes the corner of your lips twitch to a subtle smile that soobin kisses into... until it brings the same effect to him. by the end of it, you two are resting foreheads on each other with giddy smiles and the anticipation to–”c-can i kiss you again?”

“please do.”

tl;dr: boy will be on thinking overload and would halfway short-circuit because he’s not sure how to approach it. i either see it happening with you being cheeky to give him the first peck to the lips and it awakens him to kiss you back or he’ll try to rush into it so he can kiss you more often and more naturally. the first kiss, though? might be awkward, and a little rushed, but trust that it’ll be full of sincerity and such giddiness that it makes you reminded all over why you truly love him.

[🦊] yeonjun the way yeonjun had planned to kiss you didn’t exactly happen the way he thought it would. if anything, considering he’s been up every other night just thinking of when or how to approach doing it, he ends up dreaming about it to the point he knows it’s driving him insane. especially since he knows or at least can feel the way you’re reciprocating his advances, never once turning him down. from holding hands, to casually having his hand on your waist as you two walk side by side, to allowing him to take the first bite from your food?

now, that is love. (to yeonjun and you, at least)

so when he’s racking his brain of the plentiful ways to approach kissing you for the first time, he shrinks up. he wants it to be memorable but comfortable, too. he doesn’t want to rush it but... he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it every time he saw you in person; whether it was a meet-up with the rest of the boys or alone... he just wanted you.

and apparently, so did you.

yeonjun realises he’s been staring for the past few minutes of silence of being out by the balcony together. he has you in his arms, merely hovering his head over your shoulder but clearly he hasn’t been looking at the nightlife ahead of him and just the one in his arms. his stare isn’t left ignored when he feels the spark that makes all the gears in his mind stop; all the loud noises of overthinking and ‘what if now is the right time’ fades when it’s left with the feeling of your lips on his and it’s electrifying.

it’s like you’ve switched something in yeonjun; like a button has been pressed when he gently turns you around so he can have a hold on your waist, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face so he can dip down to kiss you properly. he relishes in the soft sigh that he swallows, stepping closer but also pulling you in, away from the railing and deeper into his embrace. he feels your hands resting on his shoulders for support and soon, he’s smiling into the kiss because you’re smiling.

altogether, the feeling of warmth and safety and giddiness envelopes the pair of you to the point where you’re smiling too hard to keep kissing.

he pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead onto yours and open his eyes, not realising he had them shut. his body reacts out of relief, letting out a chuckle that it makes you open your eyes to follow suit. he watches as your eyes find each other as his thumb gently strokes the under of your eye. in the midst of this delirious high, yeonjun admits without thinking: “i knew i would love kissing you, but this was just...”

“better than the dream?”

“yeah,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut briefly before it snaps open, his head bobbing backwards with his brows furrowing quicker than you had imagined, “wait, how’d you know?”

“jun,”

“...yeah?”

“you do realise you talk in your sleep sometimes, yeah?”

“no...?” his voice squeaks up, to a pitch that’s adorably dorky that it makes you chuckle. to spare him the embarrassment, you squeeze his shoulders and take a step closer. the proximity makes yeonjun’s eyes widen but you can tell he welcomes it wholeheartedly when he clutches onto your waist, his free hand still pillowed to your cheek; cradling you, keeping you near.

“kiss me again.”

that elicits a snippet of a smirk that pokes a corner on yeonjun’s lips; him already leaning in as if it’s on demand, “gladly.”

tl;dr: the rather spontaneous but also has been thinking about it for days on end before he actually does it. i see yeonjun as someone who might plan out the perfect kiss but could also lean towards allowing it to happen rather naturally. he wouldn’t rush into it, but he’d love to have the first kiss so that he can kiss you at any time he wants after it. given his personality, i don’t think it’ll be awkward (even if he is or feels that way) because he’ll mask over it pretty well with his charming ways.

[🐯] beomgyu the night is slowly going to sleep with flicker of lights of the city start to diminish one by one. the world somehow gets louder and quieter at the same time. honks and beeps from the roads reduce but the murmurs and movements of people increase in this weird mix of noises that accompanies the crickets and wind blowing as you remain seated on the hood of beomgyu’s car. the weather is chilling but as you share a blanket with beomgyu, half-leaning against his shoulder and half-supporting yourself with an extended arm a slight distance away, it doesn’t feel cold at all.

“doesn’t this look like something out of a movie?” beomgyu questions out loud, as if he knows despite not looking at you (lies, he’s already looking at your side profile admiring the view when he’s admiring something else), his words would reach you otherwise.

“yeah,” you snort, now turning the cheek to scoff, “like a cheesy rom-com movie where the two idiotic main characters finally realise they like each other or some shit,”

you don’t miss the way beomgyu chuckles; shakily, as if he’s nervous but you can’t tell if it’s the cold of the night or if he really is. you can’t tell even more when you watch how his eyes travel from your eyes, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes before he says: “and maybe they kiss,”

beomgyu gauges your reaction and as far as he’s concerned, it looks like it’s lit up green, green, green all the way when your eyes widen with a slight gape of your lips. the way you follow his force of attraction by leaning in just as he leans in, his breath a mere inch away as it hits your lips that there’s still time to turn back if you wanted to.

but when you don’t, when you remain unmoving and as your eyes give him one final look before fluttering shut, beomgyu swears there’s a sort of pull towards you when he feels your lips against his and it’s addicting. he doesn’t know who does it again, or who pulls the other flush to the chest but he doesn’t mind it one bit. all he knows is he may have bitten your lip when you wince, and he utters a quick shit, sorry! before diving back to kiss you again to make it up to you.

beomgyu’s zealous with the way he chases for your lips to keep kissing you; it’s making the butterflies in your stomach roam free, as if the world is filled with them each time he reaches for you and gently pulls you closer and closer. but your lungs give way as you carefully push him back with a hand to his chest, reeling out a whine from him as he opens his eyes to frown at you, “hey, i wasn’t done...”

“i need to breathe,” you huff, smacking his chest. he clutches onto your hand that hits him before you can pull it back, grinning at you with the shake of his head, “i can’t believe you called us idiots in a rom-com movie,”

you sneer at him, “i can’t believe you just called us idiots in a rom-com movie.”

“...sorry?” he laces his fingers with yours, making you almost give in but you use your now interlaced hands to nudge at his thigh, “how many times are you gonna say sorry?”

“well... should i ask for forgiveness in other ways?”

all you do is raise a brow at him, as if to wordlessly say how so?

"how many kisses will it take?”

“hm... dunno.”

“guess we’ll have to find out,” he grins, using the same hand he has in your hold to tug you over to him, until your position shifts to turn your body until you’re facing him. it’s a clear access and new angle for him to–”i’m going to kiss you now.” (as if you needed a warning for something you wanted to happen over and over again)

tl;dr: this cheeky mastermind would probably have something up his sleeve to “plan” for a perfect setting for a kiss but wouldn’t be too on the nose about it. if you didn’t pick up hints of it, he’ll probably let it slide and use it as an excuse to create another opportunity. if you do, he won’t pass up on it and would double down to kiss you there and there. although he can be seen as affectionate, he’s also someone that wants it to be reciprocated. so unless you’re showing signs that you want to kiss him, he won’t push on too much and would wait for the right time to come again.

[🐿] taehyun for the life of taehyun, he has no idea what has possessed him to continuously think of just kissing you throughout the entire day. they say that you can do whatever you put your mind to it but... no one mentioned to taehyun that once the idea is planted in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else apart from the only goal in his mind.

taehyun is known for speaking whatever he has in his mind and... in this moment–right now–he’s no different.

he was paying attention to what you were saying. or at least, he was trying his absolute hardest in deciphering the words coming out of your mouth only to realise nothing makes sense. it’s like he’s caught red-handed and wide-eyed when you’re calling him out for–”are you even listening to me?”

he doesn’t know if he’s nervous because he’s about to say what he thinks he’s about to say, or that you’re laughing at him like you’re not offended even though he’s certain he’s missed like a couple of chapters of you talking away.

“um... no?” his shoulders shrug up a bit higher than it should that you snort, turning around from where you’re sitting (which was merely a couple of steps away as you sat by your study desk, taehyun occupying your bed as he was scrolling on his phone a moment ago), “y’know, if you wanted to lie, at least make it believable.”

taehyun takes a deep breath and lowers his phone, half-heartedly tossing it aside as he swallows thickly after, “i... i need to tell you something,”

you nod slowly, “mhm... i’m listening...?”

fuck it.

“i would very much like to kiss you right now.”

taehyun watches as his words seep into your skull, as if it’s rotating the gears in your mind but in reality, it’s twirling the corners of your lips to a small smile. eyes being lit up with the hint of shyness as you scoff a laugh, giving him the green light when you nod again, “okay.”

this time, you watch as your single-worded answer kickstarts something in taehyun that pushes him from the bed. he eliminates the space between the pair of you with a couple of steps and he’s brazen; going as far and as quick to cup your face and then the nerves hit him of being nervous. you feel his palms against your cheeks that make your eyes flutter shut in anticipation but it’s the way he hesitates with trembling hands holding onto you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held is what makes you grip onto his arm to give him the little tug down and boost that he needs to kiss you for the first time.

it’s gentle and short-lived, but it’s special because it’s with taehyun.

to him, it was more and everything he could’ve wanted because it was with you.

tl;dr: i can see this guy either being very shy or very direct. i don’t know if there’s an in-between but i just feel like taehyun might be quite direct about it to see what happens. a sort of ‘yolo’ situation, if you will. in a way, i think if it’s on taehyun’s mind to do it on the day he’s thinking of, he might just get it done and over with. not that it’s something to just do, but it’s something he wants to be able to do and express his love for you all the time that he knows once he gets the first kiss out of the way, he has free reign to kiss you whenever he wants. so it may come across as he’s rushing but really, he just wants to be able to kiss you anytime he pleases without disregarding the importance of the first time.

[🐧] kai as ridiculous as it may sound, kai has it planned in his head that he will kiss you by the end of this week if that’s the last thing on his mind. it was his goal, mainly because he’s been thinking about it so much it’s beginning to be unhealthy and he just really wants to kiss you. he can’t explain why the thought arises so much but it’s the fact that it does and it never leaves his mind could be the dangerous factor as to how he doesn’t process anything that’s going on.

it seems like in the midst of his silence and lack of responsiveness has captured your attention from the show playing from his laptop at the end of the bed. maybe it’s the position you two were in that worked in his favour to have your face so close to his that he can count the lashes above your eyes or the curve of your lips that tug up at the thought of teasing him for his makeshift poker face.

“you okay?” your voice is soft, hints of playfulness hiding underneath that it only makes kai a bit more anxious to do what he’s been planning to.

it seems like you’ve caught on when you notice how he doesn’t say anything or even respond verbally like how he usually would. instead, he swallows thickly and blinks at you a couple of times that–”are you broken?” you snort, thinking it was funny (and it was, but kai can’t comprehend that either), only to realise that he’s still not responding that it’s starting to make you nervous.

“kai... either you say something or i’m going to assume you’ve sold your soul to the devil–”he snaps quicker than you thought”–i wanna kiss you.”

at his admission, at your reaction, it’s a combination of both that makes the atmosphere tense with anticipation and silence. kai watches his words sink into your mind and tug at the corner of your lips. it only makes his heart beat faster. (because you look pretty when you smile and he’s thinking this is going in a good direction)

“so... you didn’t sell your soul to the devil?”

“no,” he’s able to chuckle, “i still have my soul... for now, at least.”

“okay,” you nod, and it seems like kai doesn’t process what you mean. “huh?”

“i mean... to what you said. okay.”

this time, you watch as your words register in kai’s mind that it–”o-oh!” he exclaims, eyes growing wide, “i–okay, i’ll just–”he shifts a little closer, as if he wasn’t already. his hand carefully reaches up to your cheek to hold you but you can feel he’s a nervous wreck that he starts blabbering out: “i’ve never done this before so i... i’m probably not going to be great at it.”

“doesn’t matter,” you reassure him, lapping the hand he has over your cheek with a smile, “we can figure it out together.”

kai moves in slow, slower than he had intended because he didn’t know that’s how slow he was moving in the first place. in his mind, he thought he was moving very quickly but then it all–everything–you–your lips–him–it slows down to the millisecond he feels your lips on his. there were a million thoughts racing through his mind but now–in this moment–everything is blacked out except the thought and feeling of you connected to him that it makes his heart swell.

the kiss is short but it’s–”w-was that okay?”

“more than okay.”

tl;dr: introducing, huening.exe.404.error because he’ll probably freak out too much to control himself that you might need to take reign... at first. i feel like kai might need the confident boost in the beginning to reassure him that he’s doing something right and boy, he’ll take off with eagerness to learn and be better but overall, he’ll just be very, very happy to kiss you whenever and however he likes that you can expect his kisses to be a part of his love language to show you affection.

#kflixnet #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #txt imagines #txt reaction #txt scenario #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenarios #taehyun x reader #taehyun scenarios #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai scenarios

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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uh, hi i’m pretty new to this but can you do a tadc headcannons for a reader who constantly wears a box and/or paper bag on their head because they don’t like how they look?

i’m not expecting you to see this! i’m just curious

TADC cast x reader who wears a box on their head due to their looks!

sorry it took me so long to get to this! my feelings have been in a bit of whirlwind lately and my motivation has taken a nose dive and i may or may not have stopped answering requests chronologically in favor of answering the ones that are easier on my brain </3

CAINE:

assuming he knows you wear it because you feel insecure, i think he would do his best to try to uplift you; especially if you guys are friends and/or partners! he cant stand the idea of you not liking yourself as much as he likes you, you know? makes it a point to tell you that he thinks youre attractive, as well as giving you extra affection... kind of goes overkill, will likely do way too much to try to cheer you up. like im talking he probably dedicates a firework show to you or puts your name in lights, stuff like that to let you know that he cares a lot... but hes got good intentions, i promise!

POMNI:

i think she would find out about the reason behind the box after you open up to her about it. she always just assumed that it was a part of your digital body... and it very well could be, just detachable, like how zooble can take parts of themselves off... not the best at comforting you and telling you youre pretty, but i think her awkwardness and stammering makes her words more sincere. they dont sound rehearsed and scripted, you know? it sounds more natural and earnest. you cant help but believe her when she says she thinks youre pretty, if you decide to show her what you look like under the box

RAGATHA:

also very sweet about it. does not ask for you to take off the box, but she does express that you can unwind around her... very reassuring whenever its brought up, in fact i dont think she wound bring it up unless you did, fearing that she would make you feel pressured to take it off. little scenario but i do think that if you took the box off around her for the first time she kind of just. doesnt notice for a moment before actually paying attention and she kind of just stands there and stares, before simply saying youre beautiful. doesnt make a big stink of it, you know?

JAX:

has probably drawn on your box at least once or put something on it (gum, stickers, slime, ect) but i dont think he would keep doing it when he finds out why you do it... though.... he does purposefully break gangles mask/steps on it so im not... actually sure about that. hmm... i think he would try to play it casual when you bring up your thoughts of yourself to him, though it may come off as him minimizing your feelings. to put it simply jax doesnt think there should be a huge fuss about it. i mean its not like its your real face... might lead to some conflict due to him not having much empathy, for you.. apologies to the jax enjoyers but i do think he would steal the box to try to prove that its not that deep

KINGER:

also thinks that the box is just a part of you before you fill him in on the reasoning around it. displays some brief curiosity before apologizing for prying. i think he would have a similar scenario to ragatha where he wouldnt realize that you took the box off around him for a minute... though unlike ragatha, he doesnt just say youre pretty. i think he would pick apart every part of your face and complement it.. though, i think he generally complements every aspect of you, face or not... you know? not quite as bold as caine, but just as much of a sap, you know?

ZOOBLE:

kind of understands, since theyre a little... complicated and they like switching out their parts to fit whatever feel that want to have that day. but im not sure how deep their feelings would go, because i can kind of see them being similar to jax in this scenario, but less of an asshole. they wont take your box, nor will they write off your insecurities because they actually hold some understanding to them. i think they would offer to help you find a look that you feel comfortable with, sometimes a little something can change a lot of things, you know? but if its something more deep rooted, they would let you talk about it... doesnt speak much on the box since ultimately thats youre business. though, you cant help but notice them complimenting your skills and talents more now that youve opened up to them

GANGLE:

i think she would relate to it. i recall seeing someone say that gangle isnt actually more confident and happy with her comedy mask, rather its a false thing to pretend theyre happy. and honestly, i can see it. id tag the person but i saw this a while ago and i failed to save it </3

moving on, i think she would find some kind of relatability in you. like sure, its not the exact same thing, but you guys are both hiding aspects of yourself behind an object. she wouldnt ever dare make you feel pressured to take it off around her. i think out of all the characters, asides ragatha, shes the best with making you feel comfortable. you can take it off around her when youre ready. i dont think she would flood you with compliments, but i do think she would do her damndest to make you feel good about yourself. leaves you lots of notes reminding you how much she values you + little doodles

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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soc69 · 9 months ago

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Okay, so I’ve somehow fallen back into my eraser mic family addiction so here are some back stories that I’ve recently been theorising about and can’t let go of:

(Also I fully intend to make another post about specific Headcannons of how each of their dynamics with one and other work. This is pretty much entirely for my own enjoyment but hopefully other people will get something out of this too)

Yamaha Hizashi:

I’m pretty sure it’s canon that when mic was born he deafened both his mother and the midwife so I have a bit of a dark background headcanon for him based on this.

Basically, I think that mic’s mother tried really hard to raise him for a few years but I don’t think his dad was ever really in the picture (or if he was he left pretty early on) so it was just a newly deafened young women dealing with a bit of postpartum depression and a huge law suit from the doctor who delivered mic for his loss of hearing. She couldn’t work and was trying to get by on subsidy and disability checks until, eventually, she just couldn’t take it any more and handed him over to the state when he was about 3 or 4. He doesn’t remember much about his early years and luckily he was only in the system bouncing around different foster homes for a year or so until he got adopted by his moms who loved him so hard and taught him how to see the best in people. He has never once questioned their roles as his real parents and credits them with his becoming a hero for giving him the best life they could.

That being said, he grew up knowing the story behind him being placed in the system and never once held it against his birth mother either. When he was a teenager, she saw him in the UA sports festival and decided to reach out. Despite it feeling slightly awkward for hizashi at the start and his mother battling feelings of guilt when she first met him, they got past that and these days they meet up once or twice a month to check in on one another. Nowadays, mic just counts himself as really lucky to have not one, not two, but three moms in his life who all care about him and want to do what they can for him and his family.

As mic gets older, the early reckless use of his quirk as a crying kid and pre-support-gear-hero-wannabe starts catching up to him and he begins to loose his hearing. By the time he’s in UA he’s already considered hard of hearing and these days he can’t hear much of anything without hearing aids. Of course, Aizawa learned sign language at the same time hizashi did when he was first warned that he might go deaf one day and they’ve been teaching eri since she moved in with them. Hitoshi, however, already knew sign, as I will get into next.

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Soooo, we all know how fond this fandom is of giving Hitoshi the most tragic story ever and I’ve really struggled to break that cycle, so here we go.

I headcannon that Hitoshi’s mom died when he was very young, maybe even in child birth, and his father was absolutely heartbroken by this. He really did his best with Hitoshi but he was so much like the love of his life in so many ways that he could hardly look at him without wanting to sob. They had the same hair, eyes, smile - everything in Hitoshi was inherited from his mother and when his quirk manifested it was, once again, directly inherited from her.

I think, contrary to popular belief, Hitoshi’s dad didn’t see this as a curse. He loved his wife and everything about her, including her quirk, but it was just so painful for him to see it when he couldn’t see her. He turned to some less than healthy coping mechanism and, after a DUI, realised that he needed to get his life back on track if he was ever going to do right by his son.

He ended up relinquishing some of his custody to the state when Hitoshi was around 6 but retained visitation rights and would come and see Hitoshi every weekend, giving updates about his job search and making promises that he could come home soon. However, the visits gradually became fewer and further between until one day, after he had taken Hitoshi out for what he, at the time, considered the best day of his life, his social worker delivered the message that he had emigrated to US and wouldn’t be coming back. He left Hitoshi a letter apologising for not being a good enough man to take care of him and truly believing this was for the best. Hitoshi held onto that letter until he was 13 when, in a fit of rage after being fostered by the worst family yet, he tore it to pieces. Sometimes he still remembers the letter and cries that he doesn’t have it anymore because for the longest time it was the only evidence he had that someone had loved him. Nowadays though when he feels like this he knows he has three people waiting to prove that’s not the case anymore.

Since Hitoshi had been un-fosterable for the first couple of years in the group home, what with his dad still being in the picture, he basically wasted what are affectionately termed the “cute years” in the system, meaning that, as a preteen, he was pretty undesirable to potentially families. He bounced around different group homes and foster families that took in troubled youths since most people were scared of his quirk and didn’t take kindly to him trying to talk to them. He ended up learning sign language form a deaf kid in one of the homes he was in and used that to communicate to most adults so as not to scare them out of taking care of him to the point that it was put in his file that he had selective mutism.

When Hitoshi got into UA and started training with aizawa, aizawa noticed that Hitoshi was a little malnourished and seemed more skittish than the average teen ought to be. He took it upon himself to start taking him out for meals after their training and keeping a close eye on any signs or abuse or neglect in the future. By this point Hitoshi was living in a group home as it was the closest place to UA and, although there was no current abuse happening, Hitoshi had experienced some maltreatment in the past that made him cautious around authority figures and it was still all too easy for him to accidentally be neglected in such an anonymous home life.

Taking Hitoshi out for meals after training eventually turned into inviting him back to his house for meals which turned into quality family bonding for the entire erasermic clan. Eri starting calling Hitoshi ‘toshi-nii’ and asking where he was whenever aizawa came home alone after the first month, hizashi started insisting he stay the night whenever he was there past 6pm, and shouta subtly converted their home office into shinsous private bedroom by adding a fouton, removing one of the desks, and gradually clearing the bookcases so Hitoshi wouldn’t notice the added effort.

Pretty early on hizashi and shouta have a conversation about how much they both want Hitoshi to join their family but they’re equally scared of overwhelming him or putting pressure in him to say yes to them because they’re his teachers so they agree to wait for the right time. The right time eventually comes during a breakdown after Hitoshi has a nightmare when he’s staying over about his birth father. When he wakes up he goes looking for his letter before he remembers he doesn’t have it anymore and cries to erasermic that he’s all alone. It’s then that they tell him how much they want him to join their family. Cue the entire family ugly sobbing.

Aizawa Shouta:

I actually headcannon Aizawa as being the only one with a relatively trauma free upbringing. He’s just a grouch by choice.

He was, however, raised entirely by women. His dad left when he was about three so it’s been just him, his mom, and his two older sisters ever since. The oldest is 6 years older than him and the middle is 4 years older than him so he really is the baby of the family and they all treat him as such. He pretends to hate it but when they all show up for him after he gets banged up in hero work and fret over him he secretly loves the attention and it means the world to him every time they make a trip to see him.

His mother is an incredibly sarcastic women and it’s where he gets all his sass but she’s also very no nonsense and will put anyone in their place if they dare to talk bad about her family. His oldest sister is a lot like him but his middle is criminally similar to hizashi so they get along like a house on fire. That being said, everyone in his family adores hizashi and they had bets on when the two would finally confess their love for each other ever since shouta brought him and oboro over in their first year for a group project. (What they don’t know is that oboro was the one who snuck off downstairs that day and started the betting pool). When it come to eri and shinsou however, my god, ‘adore’ is not a big enough word. They would all die for those children and make sure to visit as often as possible.

Eri:

So we all kinda know eri’s history already so I’m just gonna talk about how she responded to each of her new family members.

So obviously she immediately latches onto Aizawa as her hero and Aizawa adores her. He is biologically incapable of ever saying no to her (not that she really asks for much) and spoils her rotten, so, within a few weeks of moving in she has a new everything in every color. But that much we know already so onto mic.

I think it takes her a while to get used to hizashi as she’s instinctively very cautious around new people so, as much as it breaks mics heart, he has to spend the first couple of weeks of eris adjustment period staying with nemuri and visiting every other day until she’s more comfortable around him. The change happens when they’re having a bonding day at home and eri takes a tumble and nearly falls down the stairs from the top of the landing. On instinct, mic gets between her and the stairs and pushes her back up to safety but ends up falling down the stairs in her place. Eri immediately runs down to check on him apologising profusely and is absolutely terrified of how he’s going to react but mic just immediately pulls her into a hug and starts asking if she’s okay saying he was terrified she might of been hurt and from that point on eri realised that this man would never hurt her and so when he goes to leave that night she asks him to stay instead and he’s never spent the night at nemuris since.

As we’ve already established, she very quickly accepts Hitoshi as her brother but the exact moment it happens isn’t as easily pinpointed as it is with mic. One day she was shy and reserved around him and the next she was choosing to sit closest to him over everyone else on movie nights. It was such a seemless transition that no one even really noticed (except Hitoshi of course who clocked the change immediately and had no idea what to do with the fact that this little angel wanted him as a brother and definitely went to bed and cried about it the first time she chose to sit with him instead of her dads).

#erasermic family #eri mha #erasermic #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shinsou hitoshi #hcs #bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #family #found family

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szollibisz · 7 days ago

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I'm a big mush and I forgot to send you something for the ask game, so for Curt and Owen:

-33- redeeming qualities

I see my elusive lover spirit is being called upon after all my haterism towards these two <3

I wanna preface by saying that a lot of their generally positive/neutral qualities unfortunately become twisted into bad qualities due to the times they were living in and the lifestyle they led, but I'm still going to mention said traits as good. And also that most of this pertains to pre fall, since it really brought out the worst in them, and minimised many of these otherwise good qualities.

Curt:

- His optimism. It's mentioned multiple times by other characters in the show, but he truly is a very hopeful person, who wants to do good in the world. I feel like his aggressive optimism might've saved him and Owen a few times. Since Owen is very logical, he may get lost in trying to figure out how to get out of a tricky situation, and may even become overcome with a sense of dread after not finding a good solution, but Curt has this almost naive hope, a sense of being untouchable when together with Owen, so he may make impulsive choices that may not seem logical at first, but end up saving them in the end, or generally help Owen relax until he can properly figure out his plans.

- Being caring and affectionate. It's clear throughout the show that the people he loves, he loves very much and that when he's not in his post-fall depression spiral he's quite personable. He initiates the hug after him and Tatiana agree to be friends, and while she's hesitant he doesn't seem awkward about it at all, which to me comes across as both a. He's used to being like this with people, close, friendly etc and b. He really needed a hug which you know. He does. But yeah, overall when he's not trying to hide behind his macho spy persona too much, his kindness shows through. (Chronic case of kind but not nice most of the time)

- Spontaneity/thinking on the spot. I explained most of this in the optimism paragraph, but yeah, to elaborate that's not just about missions, but the way he generally lives his life. While it does mean he's kinda unreliable, it also means he's always ready to do things and enthusiastic about everything. He's the kind of guy that plans a week long vacation from scratch in like an hour, and even if there are many faults in the plan he will still find a way to make it enjoyable. Also ties in to being sociable and constantly set on having a good time.

- Helpful. I think much of his youth was about helping people, and making up for the things he did wrong/lacked in. He genuinely wants people to be happy, he's just at odds with himself which constantly ends up causing trouble. He gets bad grades, he gets in fights etc etc. He tries to fix it all by being a helpful member of his community. Imo it's not just his hero complex and McCarthyism that fuels his need to be a spy and make a difference, it's a genuine hope for a better world and wanting better things for people.

Owen:

- Logical. Pretty self explanatory, we see it a lot in a1p1, but it's also part of his entire world view. He overanalyzes every feeling and every thought he has and he has a very specific idea of how things work now and how things should work ideally. His logic gives him the capacity to change these ideals, albeit not easily. He's still less susceptible to propaganda than Curt, purely on account of the constant self checking. I think he's the kind of guy that wants to hear multiple perspectives before making a decision, especially since he himself is in a marginalized community, and knows how the most popular opinion on something is not necessarily the "right one"

- Devoted. Whether to ideals or a person this man is all in. Since he is so logical, he often justifies his (very intense) feelings with facts and is more firm in his beliefs than a lot of people are, shaken out of them very rarely. This is especially true with Curt, who he can't stop loving even after the fall. He'd do basically anything for him, or the other ideals he has. So all I'm saying is, if there is only one loyal man in the world it is Owen.

- Detail oriented/persistent. He's very good at focusing on the little things, which is why he's such a good spy and actor. He knows how to pick very specific character quirks to get people talking or pay attention to the small mannerisms of his targets to catch them in lies and whatnot. He's also very organized because of this, having specific methods for everything, from packing his clothes to torturing information out of someone. It's also useful in his relationships, it makes him seem sort of insane and obsessive (he is) but he remembers every innocuous detail about Curt, and he cares for him according to those. Often Curt won't even say things, Owen will just pick up on the and remember for later, like watching how much sugar Curt puts in his coffee and making it the exact same way for him next time.

- Adaptability. He could survive anywhere anytime, because honestly, even though he's a mess post fall I still think he managed better than 99% of people would. Just cause he doesn't win the idgaf war doesn't mean it isn't crazy he survived and managed to carve some semblance of a life out for himself. Even before the fall he had to survive ww2 era London, spying, A Situationship and so on. He can stay mostly composed and rational in most situations, until he figures out what to do, and if not he has Curt to rely on for moral support.

There are more for both of them but I want to keep this. Well not short and sweet it's already not short but yeah.

#thank you for the ask! <3 #spies are forever #tin can bros #saf #owen carvour #agent curt mega #curtwen #szol's spy rambles #ask box moment #ask game

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matthyeu · 2 years ago

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why they can't be with you ― ot9.

pairing ⇢ ot9!zb1 x gn!reader

genre ⇢ angst, heavy angst

warnings ⇢ mentions of food/eating in jiwoong’s

word count ⇢ 3k (about 0.3-0.35k per member)

synopsis ⇢ as much as the boys love you, they know they cannot have you.

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ KIM JIWOONG - your circumstances were not favorable.

the two of you met at a wedding. you were both at the age where people around you began getting married, so it wasn’t surprising when jiwoong found himself with yet another invitation to a wedding. of course, he had to attend. who didn’t attend their friends’ weddings?

it was one of the best choices of his life, for it was where he met you, a friend from the other side of the wedding.

he had seen you first at the ceremony, sitting beside you as the seating arrangement had told him. it seemed they wanted to integrate both sides instead of separating them. that way, it would have been less awkward getting to know people to make the whole experience more comfortable.

and they were right. sitting next to you had let him know more about you, even if you didn’t speak. the way you cried for your friend and stood to clap showed how kind you were. you were someone he wanted to get close to in a sea of people he did not know.

you two hit it off like old friends at the reception, sharing life stories about what you knew about the newlyweds. you talked for what seemed like eons, only pausing momentarily to eat your food. jiwoong knew you two had hit it off perfectly, and he wanted to get to know you more outside of the wedding setting.

alas, he found out that was not possible during your dance. “oh how i wish i could stay here for longer,” you briskly murmured.

“hm?” he asked as he held onto your waist.

“i’m not from here,” you admitted, “i flew out here for my friend’s wedding and i ought to be going back home soon. thank you for making this day wonderful though, jiwoong. i was very afraid of being in a foreign country where i didn’t know anyone. you made my stay very enjoyable.”

there was nothing he could do but accept it was not meant to be. “it was my pleasure.”

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ ZHANG HAO - you both could not commit to it.

although you loved each other dearly, there were some things that were never meant to work out.

the first time such feelings were unveiled was upon your university graduation. so many people throughout the years had confessed their feelings to him and been rejected, but you felt if you never tried, you would have regretted it for the rest of your life.

the circumstance was a surprise to both of you. hao never thought he would actually utter anything other than a rejection. he was far too focused on other things to be caught up in a relationship, but you were the only one he could actually see himself with.

“let’s wait it out until we are both more free for each other.”

he didn’t anticipate the waiting to be long, a couple weeks or maybe even a few months at most. however, it had been about seven months since. hao had been busy, but so have you. you hadn’t texted him wondering about what he mentioned during your graduation.

after thinking about it more, he began to see less for the two of you in the future. he was far too busy to make time for you, so why would he give the worst of himself to you? he didn’t want to show you that part of him, the part that didn’t have time for you. when accepting your confession, he only wanted to give you his best.

so that’s why he called you to explain himself, exactly why he knew it wouldn’t work out between you two.

“i’m glad you told me. admittedly, i don’t haven’t the time to think about this much either, but you made great points. if we want to love each other, we should wait until we have the time to do so. i can’t commit either, so i think this is for the better.”

“i’m glad you understand.”

“thanks for being a wonderful-almost boyfriend.”

“same goes to you.”

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ SUNG HANBIN - he wanted to see his friend happy.

when you approached hanbin, he really thought it would be his chance. he had been in love with you for times he could not even count, and this could have been the time where he found out you felt the same way. well, he was wrong.

“hanbin, could you…help me get with your friend?”

oh it was what he feared would happen. his friend had spoken about you countless times before, proclaiming their interest in you, not knowing that he felt the same way about you. though, for the sake of the friend, hanbin continued to listen. sometimes he did feel bad that he wished everything would be more in his favor, but now that he knew they were not, he could not refuse your request.

“sure, i can do that.”

after all, why ruin his friend’s happiness just because the one he liked didn’t like him back?

it was a series of long weeks for hanbin, all of them filled with assisting you and his friend in realizing the two of you reciprocated the same feelings. many planned “random” run-ins. many nights of coaching you about the things his friend liked. many conversations to his friend where he dropped your name.

and when he received that text from you, a picture of you and his friend enjoying a picnic at the local park, he knew he had accomplished what he started. however, he didn’t have the energy to even respond to your text to congratulate the two of you on your relationship.

although he was happy for both you and his friend, there would always be a knot in his heart, a knot screaming “what if.”

what if you had been interested in him instead of his friend.

what if he had said no.

what if he wasn’t as nice as he was to feel obligated to help his friend out.

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ SEOK MATTHEW - he had always been in the friendzone.

matthew’s love for you started long before he knew what love was, when you first became friends in preschool, vowing to marry each other when you two grew up because of how compatible the two of you were.

of course, it was just a proclamation from preschoolers who talked way too much for how small mouths were. it was something most people wouldn’t remember. after all, the first few years were often blocked out by the brain, many barely even able to remember their first friend, their first partner in crime.

not matthew though. because you had been around him all his life, he could never forget the small things you did. he noticed far too much for a young boy who had a short attention span. he didn’t understand why he remembered all of it too well until he understood he had always been in love with you.

you, however, did not seem to remember anything from that time, let alone the silly pact you made. matthew never brought it up though since if it wasn’t that important for you to remember, it was probably not something serious. he was probably not as serious to you as you were to him. he knew you only ever saw him as a friend.

even then, somehow he thought your perspective would be different.

“hey look, it’s us when we were in preschool,” you commented upon entering his home, picking up the framed picture from the living room table that was littered with several pictures.

“yeah, we just clicked then and always have been together since.”

“remember when we made that pact to marry each other when we grew older?” you pondered.

his heart dropped. so you did remember? it was important to you?

he only nodded his head in response.

“we were such dumb kids then. you can’t just marry someone because they’re like you. it would be so weird dating someone you’ve known all your life, not to mention marrying them.”

oh. so that’s why you remembered such a silly pact. because that’s what it was to you: silly and nothing more.

he dryly laughed. “yeah, what dumb kids.”

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ KIM TAERAE - he could only love from afar.

you knew nothing about kim taerae, but he knew a lot about you. he knew your favorite color, the color almost all your belongings were. he knew the foods you liked and didn’t like from the way you would pick some off your plate and devour others. he knew your small habits.

this wasn’t to say taerae was weirdly obsessed with you. this was to say that he found a lot of interest in you, someone who always found your way wound up in his life. it seemed everywhere he went, you were there.

somewhere along the way, he developed some sort of feelings for you. it felt silly for him to say he was in love with you, a random person that had wandered into the background of his life. it was true though. there was something about you that lured him in. you just seemed like someone who would be fun to be around. he used to think there could be some way for him to muster up the courage to talk to you.

however, he quickly found out it was impossible, at least in the way he originally intended.

you already had someone else to be that person he hoped he could be in his head. he had seen the other man come up to you on several occasions during the times you found yourself in his line of view.

and eventually that man was entering that line of view with you, hand in hand. your eyes seemed to shine brighter when you looked at him.

sometimes taerae thought about if he hadn’t just been a faraway admirer. maybe the one you were currently seeing used to be like him, someone who found you admirable because you waltzed into their life like nothing. maybe that could have been him. however, he was a coward, so it could never be him.

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ SHEN QUANRUI (RICKY) - you saw him as your little brother.

ricky had known your brother since the 3rd grade, so he became a frequent visitor at your home. he especially loved it when you were at home, his friend’s older sibling of four years.

he loved it when you would pause your homework to head downstairs whenever you heard the two of them come through the door. he loved it when you would walk with them to places when your parents were wary of two young boys walking alone. he loved it when you drove them around places immediately after getting your license, laughing and sharing all the wonderful memories

and somewhere along the way, he began to love you.

which was why it was hard for him when you started to attend university far away from your hometown. it meant that he would only see you a couple times a year, when you would come home for holidays or for summer.

that was why this time, now that he was an adult, he really wanted to show you how much he had really grown over the years, how he wasn’t the elementary school student you once knew.

it was the holiday season, so he found himself at your house more, both hanging out with your brother and waiting for you to come home.

at the click of the door opening, his ears knew it was you. even as your brother called out to him, nothing could stop him from rushing down the stairs to see you, a smile forming across your face once you noticed him.

“ricky!” you exclaimed, holding your arms out for a hug.

as he pulled away, there were so many things he wanted to say, but something suddenly stopped all of it from coming out.

“honey, where do you want me to put these things?” an unknown voice asked as they entered the home, “oh who’s this?”

ricky looked at the newcomer and then back at you. was this…?

“oh he’s one of my brother’s friends. we’ve known each other for so long that he’s basically also my brother,” you explained before turning back to him, “ricky, this is my fiance.”

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ KIM GYUVIN - he realized too late.

“i have something embarrassing to admit.”

he turned his head to you. it was late at night at your house. you both had built a blanket fort while you watched movies. though, the movies eventually got boring, so you two opted for talking with the tv as background noise.

he raised an eyebrow. he wondered what this “embarrassing” thing was. typically he associated you and “embarrassing” as something cute as he always found your declared embarrassing moments to be some of your cutest. it was what he had come to find out as he began to take more interest in you as more than a friend.

“i used to have a crush on you.”

his ears immediately perked up upon hearing both the words “crushed” and “used to” in the same sentence. what?

“huh?”

you gasped. “oh, you really didn’t know. i tried to make it obvious, but it was about a year ago. i really tried to give you hints. i thought you were ignoring me because you weren’t interested, but i guess you never noticed them anyway.”

he thought back to the year prior, trying to remember any moments that stuck out to him. that’s when he realized it all. the way the vending machine would always give you an extra drink. the way you would always sit closer to him if anyone sat on your other side, even if there was perfectly enough space. the way you laughed at his jokes that weren’t really jokes. how could he not see it all then?

“you really used to?” he asked for confirmation.

you nodded but made sure to wave your hand to dismiss the idea. “that was a year ago. i got over you when i realized you probably didn’t like me back. i hope that doesn’t make things weird between us.”

oh but it did. it made everything weird for him. if he had seen everything you were doing, he could have had you with him. now, however, it was too late for that. you had already moved on while he was stuck on you.

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ PARK GUNWOOK - he thought you deserved better.

gunwook knows when you love someone so much, you know what they deserve, and sometimes, you have to own up that you are not what they deserve.

not in a way that meant he was too good for you. no, in a way that you were too good for him. you were able to give him everything he ever desired when loving someone, but he always felt he could never return the favor. everything you did seemed to be too good, too good for him to even try to do the same for you.

whenever he did, he continuously thought about how you deserved someone who could actually do these things casually, someone who didn’t have to worry about returning your kindness because they already did that on their own. it was never a chore for him to do nice things for you, but it was the fact that they didn’t come naturally for him that bothered him.

you effortlessly knew everything to make him better. you never had to try with your actions because you were the kind of person who understood him enough to know the ways to comfort him.

yet he knew nothing about you, at least nothing he could do to love you in the same way you loved him. he thought too much about it. the intrusive thoughts soon overtook him until the pain was unbearable.

you deserved the best, and the best was not with him.

it was why he called you out of your home one evening to explain everything to you. he wanted to you find your own person who could treat you in the way a relationship should be, two-sided.

“if you care so much about me in this way, doesn’t that mean you do care enough?” you asked once he finished his spiel about not being good enough for you.

no. that did not mean it. if he continued on like this, he would only hurt you more. this was the only thing he could do to actually care for you. he needed to let you go.

ع˖⁺𖤐ミ HAN YUJIN - you both were too young to understand love

“i like you.”

yujin thought it would be easy like that, telling the person he liked how he felt, the feelings that had been bothering him for the past months. he wasn’t even sure really what they meant, but it had been his friend to clarify for him.

“you’re in love.” but what really was love? he didn’t know.

“no you don’t.”

and it seemed you didn’t know either.

embarrassed, yujin didn’t know what to say after your flat-out rejection. it was the end of the school day when he told you, both of you being put on cleaning duty that day. he hadn’t expected his confession to be while sweeping the classroom, but his friend had urged him to tell you as soon as possible. now he was regretting ever following such advice.

“what?” it was all he could say to express his confusion.

you paused your sweeping, leaning forward onto the broom for support as you explained yourself. “yujin, how can you be so sure that’s how you feel. love is so ambiguous. we’re only 16. there’s a whole life ahead of us for those types of romantic endeavors. your first experience shouldn’t be wasted on me, someone who doesn’t even know what love is. i don’t even know if i feel that way about you. i just don’t know anything. i just think you’re mistaking it for something else. we’re in this age where we want to explore, but i don’t think this is what’s best, whether it’s what you want or not.”

your words were moving, and it really had him thinking. was this love? did he feel love for you? when he could barely answer the questions in his own head, he knew you were right. you both were both too young for these matters, so why bother with it. he should just focus on the high school experience with you as his friend.

only future him could see what he had back then truly was love, but he was too young to understand what that feeling in his chest was.

#🐨 ― matthyeu #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 drabbles #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #angst

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Cosmic Adoration (Ophion TF/PMC)

(Original Date of Upload: February 14, 2024)

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Original Description:

Happy Valentine's Day! I've sort of become infrequent when it comes to holiday-themed TFs, but this was actually a story I've wanted to write out for a long time! Quite literally since I started writing it back in January of last year before getting burnt out and never finishing it... until now, anyway. Now I have it done and I can upload it publicly for all to see! I'm quite proud of how this turned out. I typically don't deal in PMC but I feel like that would have been the best route to take this story, and full MC would have tarnished what little themes I was trying to convey with this. I don't think I have much commentary besides all of that though. I guess I could mention there was going to be a reality change segment in the furthest end of the post-TF, but with how I led that segment of the story along I couldn't really fit it in without it feeling needless and awkward.

Valentine's Day.

Initially the very concept of the holiday had eluded Hugo for a good chunk of his life. This had mainly been because he had trouble discerning the purpose of the holiday. Why did such a holiday need to exist to celebrate love? Especially when such a thing could be celebrated on any day of the year. To him, at least originally, it was just a way for stores to boost sales. The most he'd usually acknowledge is the price drops of confectionaries after and that was it. So as far as he cared the holiday was nigh-nonexistent…

That pattern of thought lasted for about twenty-five years. Then he met… Jace…

Dating had always been outside of Hugo’s range of social skills. He had originally thought himself as never really feeling the desire for it. He was content with being single, or at least he tried to tell himself that as to avoid confronting any weird feelings he might have. This thought pattern had quickly changed over the past ten months however, and it was all thanks to the introduction of his boyfriend into his life.

It was… strange, really. Having first fallen in love all that time ago. Was it love at first sight, or was it gradual…? Hugo had originally just been sitting in a coffee shop waiting for his order before going to work, but had encountered Jace after they seemed to recognize him as someone whom he shared a few high school classes with so many years ago. He'd be lying if he said he knew what the guy was talking about, but the thought of being recognized so randomly was quite pleasant.

Their encounters at that shop became frequent, almost weekly. Casual talks about life between the two, sharing their interests and enjoyments to one another. Admittedly Hugo had been the more reserved one of the two, but he always enjoyed listening to Jace talk about their own life. He loved hearing his voice, he loved hearing him speak so passionately about things, he loved… him…

It was definitely a little awkward whispering those very words beneath a breath while in mid-conversation. And even more so when they decided to take things outside and less public so they could talk it out. That awkwardness had quickly faded though, their conversation shifting more into the hypotheticals of dating each other. It was silly and lifted Hugo's spirits up a bit after what he felt like was one big act of making a fool of himself.

Then Jace said he would like to date.

Hugo was surprised, stuttering and sweating and being filled with complete and utter confusion. Jace then gave him a small kiss on the cheek, the man's mustache ticking the skin and making Hugo feel even more flustered.

That was enough to settle everything though. They were officially getting together… but now Hugo had a new problem.

It's been ten months of them dating now and he felt… inadequate? He always felt like his way of expressing love was lackluster in comparison to Jace's. Jace was the more expressive and outgoing one of the two, meanwhile Hugo always had trouble trying to properly express his own emotions in a way that didn't sound like he was forcing it out of himself. He just always had trouble trying to say things properly. Trying to determine what to say, what to do. Was he romantic enough? Was he receiving without giving back in a perfectly equal amount? Of course Jace had been left unaware of these concerns. Hugo had chosen not to tell these fears to them, which in truth might not be a good idea…

He shook his head, then whispered to himself. "Why am I such a mess…"

Realizing he had his head down in thought the whole time, Hugo raised it and looked forward. He was currently walking down the sidewalk of the city's shopping district. It was currently February 13th, the eve of Valentine's Day, and Hugo had decided that with the day of celebrating love fast approaching he should do something for it. It wouldn't necessarily be something grand, but he at least wanted to give his boyfriend something that would commemorate his own love for them.

That's easier said than done though. Fortunately Hugo had a plan! He was on this particular street for a reason, to visit an antique's store and locate something of value there that would be enough to encapsulate his passion. Unfortunately, that was also easier said than done. He wasn't even sure he'd find something there, especially considering how… odd the wares seemed to be, at least just by a casual glance at the store's website.

Still, it was an adequate starting point. His steps began to slow as his peripherals caught onto the deep brown wood of a building. Hugo turned, gazing into the windows and finding shelves lined with various peculiar objects. Too many to discern properly. He lifted his head for one final check, staring up at the letting that spelled out the store's name.

Maurice's Audacious Antiques. The very place he was looking for. Perfect…

A bell above the door silently rang as the young man walked in and the wooden floorboards softly creaked beneath the new weight introduced upon them. The place had an odd and comfy feel to it. Hugo would describe it as cabin in the woods-type vibes. And considering the rusting of the shelves to his left, this place definitely has age to it.

His eyes then caught a singular person here. To the right, behind a counter was a rotund man with a balding head and a thick, tied up beard. His head constantly went back and forth between two objects, a laptop and a notebook with poorly scrawled wording in it, while mumbling random things that Hugo couldn't discern. Hugo took a few steps forward before he was in front of the counter, the younger man noting that the older one hadn't seemed to notice him yet.

"Uh, hi…?"

The burly bear of a man raised upwards with his eyes wide, sharply inhaling. "Got damn, ya' startled me!"

Hugo rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Sorry about that… sir?"

The man's face suddenly shifted from startled to smiling. "No need fer formal'ties! Jus' call me Maurice!"

"Er, right. I just uh, came here to…" Hugo started to trail off. Should he say the reason why he's even here? Will it even help?

Maurice raised a brow. "Ya' alright, son?"

Hugo blinked a few times, then swallowed the forming lump in his throat. "I-I'm fine! I just uh, wanted to find a… gift for someone close to me."

The older man nodded, stroking his beard in thought. Silence filled the space between the two for a few seconds before one of them spoke again.

"Don' think I've gott'n a reques' like that before. Ya might be able to find somethin' in one a' the furth'r shelves though. They have all kindsa trinkets 'n knick-knacks." Maurice advised. He then repositioned his hand to lean his head on its palm. "With our recent batch a' stuff, ya' should find somethin' you like!"

Hugo nodded in response. "Th-thank you… Maurice-"

He turned around and went to the area he was advised to go to. The store's amount of stock was unimpressive with only a single row of five shelves filed one after another, but he had settled on checking the fourth one for anything interesting. It looked like it had small stuff in it after all. Although he was a little curious about the store owner's usage of should and would. It felt like they didn't know their own stock. They tried to ignore that though. They had to focus on finding a gift for Jace.

It was now that Hugo truly saw how strange the objects on these shelves seemed to be though.

Some seemed pretty normal. A few intricately designed rings, sets of jeweled earrings, and weird looking necklaces with a design-scheme that felt expensive to look at. However, oddities seemed to pop up left and right. A red, glass-looking orb; sitting beside it was a blue orb with gold metal zigzagging across the middle. Some weird sharp pen-looking thing, a golden chalice of some kind, and… was that a marble pauldron???

"This is so weird…" Hugo whispered to himself.

Finding a gift was already hard enough, but the pure absurdity here made things feel more challenging than they needed to be. At least finding something perfect was a non-issue. He casually picked up one of the many spheres, one that looked like it contained an entire galaxy inside, and stared at it in utter confusion.

He whispered again, "What is your purpose??" while pushing his face close to the object. He then set it down again, suddenly worried that he might break it.

"This isn't going to work…" he sighed, slowly stepping closer to the shelf's end and the window beside it. He sounded off more objects in his head as he continued forward. Weird blue crystal, a pair of sunglasses, a censor thing, some kind of… cap??

For an antiques store all of this felt absurd-

His confusion was momentarily broken as the peripheral of his eye caught onto something glistening. He turned his head to look and found… another necklace? A fairly simple one at that. It was a single golden string with a white elliptoid object on it. For some reason he felt compelled to pick it up, gently cupping the elliptoid and putting it in his hand.

"What is this…" he asked himself, lifting his hand towards his face a little. The elliptoid looked almost like an egg. Its shell was adorned with beautifully designed spirals, rigid enough that rubbing a thumb over it allowed him to feel them out a little. It felt nice. Nice and warm. He wasn't sure why it was warm, probably because of the sunlight, but it was oddly calming to him.

"It does look pretty neat," he said with a smile. His mind was wracking over all the possible representations this single object could hold. The warmth he feels around Jace, the way they have slowly have made him try to come out of his shell, the newness he felt upon realizing his love for them. A small laugh escaped his throat. All of those sound so cheesy, damn. But… they're the truth, are they not?

It feels so embarrassing though. His smile falters, his emotions dimming. What if it's too cheesy though? What if it comes out horribly and he makes a fool of himself in front of Jace? Damn it, damn it, damn it, he felt so fucking stupid!!

He sighs. "I-I'm overthinking this, I have to… I have to calm down. I just…" he looked out the window, sighing. "I just wish I could better show my feelings…"

Right as these words left his mouth the egg on the necklace began to glow. Bright gold shone from the unknown material, the object slowly shaking as it seemed to move closer to him. Hugo had felt the object moving in his hands and looked towards it, but barely got any time to process it as the object practically flung out of his hand and around his neck.

"Wh-what the hell-" he exclaimed, feeling a tickling around his neck as the string tied around it. He reached up both hands to try and grasp the mysterious egg-like object and pull it off. However, the moment his palm made contact with it he felt an intense warmth run throughout his entire body. He took a few steps back, bumping into the shelf behind him, as an intense golden glow entered his irises.

"What is… hhhaaa…."

A hand opened, fingers unfurling away from the elliptoid as they began to twitch. A strange energy was filling his body, coursing through it painlessly and warming it to a strangely comforting degree. All the while strange changes was beginning to form into his form.

His hands were the part of his body that first made contact with the necklace, which meant they were the first to have begun their transformation. As Hugo's fingers twitched his nails began to lengthen. They grew longer, the tips getting sharper and curling as if they were becoming claws. Their translucency was lost as they gained a golden tone as well. The skin on his hands started to lighten, a cream color entering them as the softness hardened. A leathery texture had steadily etched into them while their composition became less fleshy and more scaly.

As the cream-colored scales started to form across his hands, their size was beginning to increase as well. Both hands had stretched out to become larger and thicker. His fingers were getting plumper and meatier. As his hands got larger in size he gripped both of them into fists, his knuckles proceeding to ache for a moment before short, sharp golden spikes erupted from beneath the scales.

The scales quickly started to move upwards to his wrists and forearms. The area increased in size to match the proportions of his hands. However, this new enlargement had also been due to a gain in muscle mass. Comforting heat surging into his forearm muscles as they began to gain bulk. At the same time the coloration of his scales had steadily shifted, hue changing from its soft cream to a brilliant gold. All the while more short golden spikes erupted from the back of his forearms at evenly spaced intervals before seemingly ending at his elbow.

His elbows got larger, the scales rapidly transitioning to his upper arm and running beneath the short sleeves of his polo shirt. The sleeves proceeded to constrict, his muscles now bloating beneath the lustrous scurf he was gaining. His biceps bulged beneath the fabric to a quickly noticeable degree. His triceps mirrored those changes as well, Hugo's once skinny arms now having been mostly consumed by his newfound musculature. Rips started to form within the fabric of his sleeves as his delts ballooned, his shoulders widening drastically as everything soon began to flow into his body proper.

Hugo leaned on a shelf, breathing deeply as he stared down at a hand. His mind was feeling… conflicted, to say the least. A fraction of him wanted to be afraid, wanted to attempt to pry off this necklace from his neck. His other arm was slowly raising itself up to fulfill that desire. But his fingers that were slowly curling around the elliptoid never closed the gaps between them.

There was still another fraction of his mind. Curiosity as to what was going on, as to what this object was doing to him. A strange desire to let that curiosity flourish and let these changes progress. What was happening to him, why was it happening?

His breathing slowed just slightly. "What does this necklace want to do to me!?"

It had to be the necklace's will after all. Such a thought felt so absurd, but in the back of his head he felt it was correct to assume to.

A sharp exhale exited his mouth as he felt a sharp heat enter his torso for a second. His shirt began constricting even more as he felt his own collar bone widen, his entire frame being made more wide and broad. The one button of his polo he had fastened started straining as a result, his frame clearly getting larger than his shirt had been accustomed too. Shortly after that the comforting warmth entered his torso as well. The light of the necklace's egg glowed brighter for a moment, Hugo beginning to feel a strange feeling well up inside him as it did so.

As the scales started to converge on his chest their color lightened back to its previous cream tone. Meanwhile, his chest began to swell in size. His pectorals got larger and rounder, packing on mass at a steady rate as his polo filled out more and more. It wasn't long until their thickening pressed up against his shirt, steadily testing its limits each passing second as his cleavage got deeper and more visible within the fabric. The new roundness of his pectorals were quite visible in general. The one fastened button of his shirt would suddenly pop off, unable to hold itself against the slabs of meat that were now his pecs.

Meanwhile the changes were running down his back as well. The back of his shirt was tightening as his trapezius muscles broadened and enlarged. A sudden surge zipped down his spine, the vertebrae decompressing and getting thicker steadily forcing his height to increase by a few inches over the course of the next few minutes. But the strongest feeling was in two points of his upper back, a massive pressure slowly mounting into them. Two bumps slowly rising from the skin-turning-scales, hard spikes emerging from those bumps and beginning to poke holes in the fabric of his shirt. This pressure only seemed to increase as time went on, Hugo stumbling forward a bit and hunching. He gripped his abdomen with his left arm while he grasped onto a shelf with his right, the sound of metal crunching piercing the air thanks to the strength of his grip and sharpness of his claws.

Hugo practically growled at the mix of senses he was enduring right now. "F-fucking hell-" his voice cracks slightly, sounding slightly deeper as it crackles. "W-where'd that comfort go…"

The warmth he was looking for still remained, albeit now drowned out by the insurmountable pressure in his back.

His abdomen started to churn, the region rippling as his entire lower half was consumed by scales. Hardened slabs of muscles arose from the area, abs pushing forward row by row. His shirt was riding up his belly during the process, his new muscles being granted increasingly better visible. It wasn't long until a solid eight-pack of abs formed. An even stranger addition occurred in his abdominal as well, golden gemstones formed on the perpendicular folds of his muscles: a massive diamond-shaped one at the bottom of his pectoral cleavage, a smaller one at the base of his first row of abs, and the smallest at the base of the second row.

Beneath a hand he felt his side getting indented as well, the muscles in his obliques shifting and gaining in muscularity, strengthening as his chest was barrelling out. All these changes tightened his polo shirt to an even stronger degree, the threads on his sides unstitching due his much larger body size. The size of his newly formed muscles had resulted in the crevices his muscles had produced being visible from indents in the fabric. Due to his increasing height the hem of his shirt continued to rise even more as well.

By this point, the holes in the back of his shirt has been stretched even larger by the formulating spikes. Although at this point the spikes had grown larger enough to prove themselves as the pointed ends of an external bone growth. This growth had continued to extend and expand, a pair of large triangular bulges swelling up at his back. Pressure just continued to build up as these bulges got larger and larger. More and more of the back of his shirt continued to tear, and the bulges gained more and more definition in their shape to point that they were proven to be more than just bulging scaley growths. But after a few more seconds of pressure building, everything came to one big feeling of relief.

“GGRRRAAAAGHHHH!!!” Hugo roared, the sound of splitting fabric piercing the air as his back was finally granted escape from its discomfort. What had emerged from the region was a pair of magnificent wings. They were draconic in appearance with the flesh and membranes possessing the same golden scales that the rest of his body had formed. Furthermore his newly developed wingspan was noticeably large, and as the new appendages curled into themselves it became evident that the fingers of his wings were long enough to descend down to the ground.

The young man could feel the heat of his blood pumping through the newly emerged wings. Strange tingles and sensations coursed through his nervous system as his brain was forced to get accustomed to them, and in truth he could feel his muscle memory rapidly getting used to having them there. Once all the pressure and tightness had subsided, Hugo shakily straightened his back and looked behind him.

“These… things…” he stated, his voice continuing to deepen in tone as he spoke. Like the feel of something commanding was seeping into it. “Why does… having them feel so… nice…?”

Finally unhanding the shelf in front of him, he moves a hand over to give his new wings a gentle caress. That desire to be afraid had been dispelled now, the man filled with a feel of familiarity at the sight instead. These wings were his, and this body…

This body is yours, a stray thought pierces his brain. The Celestial Egg is granting what you desire…

Hugo blinked a few times at the thought, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to get thinner which each blink. He then stops caressing the wing and pulls his hand over to rub a thumb on the egg that adorned the necklace.

“The Celestial Egg…” he whispered, the meekness of his earlier tone of voice almost completely replaced by an almost deific level of deepness. Meanwhile his mind dwells on the object and thinks about what it's done, what it's doing to him, and as he does so he feels a tinge of pressure at the base of his spine.

Instead of sitting around waiting for what he knew was about to explode from his body, he decided to just move his other arm behind him so he could push down the back of his pants a bit. It was a little hard considering his legwear was already at the point that it could barely fit around his waist, but he managed to push the top of his jeans just enough that he could let whatever pressure in his rear relieved itself without having to fight against his pants.

The act had unveiled a small, pointed growth at the base of his spine. Its size wouldn't remain diminutive however as pressure continued to build up within it, that pressure causing it to quickly extend downwards. At first it started out being rather thin and small, like an unimpressive snake slithering out from above the waistline of his pants. However after a few inches it became noticeable that the lengthening appendage was beginning to get segmented, and each segment was slightly larger in diameter than the last. Come ten segments long and it was undeniable that Hugo was gaining a tail, and it was only getting longer. Twelve segments, fifteen, eighteen, twenty two; all with a sequential increase in diameter by almost an inch. Come the mid-twenties and the tail would be about a ruler in thickness. A few more seconds and the segment count reaches the thirties, in which the rate of growth begins to slow down. Thirty two, thirty three, thirty four… then it comes to a halt at about thirty five segments. By then the tail’s width was about a ruler and a half, and the length itself could only be about four times that long. It also formed with the tail’s aforementioned pointed tip, a series of spikes running across the top of certain segments, and a shine from the golden scales adorning it.

Concurrent with the growth of his new appendage were the swath of changes entering into the lower half of his body. The sea of scales cascaded down all sides of his body, flowing down his waist and hardening the skin of his legs to match the nigh-reptilian nature the rest of his body was garnering. Beneath the shifting scales on his thighs were his muscles which, just like in his arms, were in the process of bulking up and discarding their once skinny appearance. His quads and hamstrings grew in conjunction with each other, absolutely bulging in strength as the denims of his jeans were forced to strain against his rapidly developing musculature. At the back of his legs were his gluteus muscles, them too in the process of swelling up to the point his rear was rounding out a fair bit.

Pressure surged throughout the bones in his legs, and the bottoms of each pant leg rose up the crus of his own limbs indicating that more height was being added to his body. All the while a low heat burned in his calves, those muscles also ballooning out of the back of the lower half of his legs. By this point all the crevices that divided his muscles were indenting into the material of his pants, splits and tears forming in the sides of his jeans and revealing the shining gold his body had attained. It was like the changes had finely sculpted his form to a body type akin to the Grecian marble statues, except looking like he himself was worth billions.

The final change in his body’s lower half came to his feet. By now they had already undergone a process to have grown in order to fit his new bodily proportions, larger and wider and thicker. His chunkier toes were pushing up against the fronts of his shoes to such a degree that the footwear themselves was bulging in its attempt to contain them. The heels of his own feet dug into the back of his shoes, and the sides pressed up against their sides. Even a few rips could be heard as the strings began to snap against the bridge of his feet.

And then came the sea of scales…

Once beyond his ankles the hardening of his flesh went from the pristiness of the rest of his form to getting mixed with a shade of vermillion around his feet. As his soles were covered in scales an almost reddish-orange hue formed in the area. Meanwhile the top of his feet seemed to practically harden as a scute-like segmenting broke apart the skin, perfectly dividing itself to align with the ligaments of his toes. And by the time this plating extended to the ends of his toes, an almost bronze shade of brown dispelled the translucency in his toenails as they gradually restructured and sharpened. Rips could be heard from the cloth of his shoes as a quintet of pointed claws emerged from the front, curved and pointed and almost bestial.

Yet none of the sounds of his clothing shattering or the feeling of his form practically improving on itself were as much a distraction for Hugo as they could have been. All during that segment of the transformation his mind was instead focused on his own thoughts. Because the longer the changes are pressed on, the more his body becomes less human, the more information his brain seems to attain. The more the Egg puts into his mind to make his mentality compatible. And he knows it's the Egg that was doing this. His mind registers it as his unique Sacred Artifact.

“Holding all that is and ever was in the very palm of my hand…” the changing man speaks cryptically, a low and deep chuckle escaping his throat after he makes the comment. He could practically feel the power of his own voice resonating through the walls of his throat. Although that could also be from the scales rising up his neck.

A grin then forms on his face, any emotion he was feeling earlier cast away as a feeling of pure confidence had overtaken him. “…and out of everyone within you you're making me one of the most powerful there is? I should feel honored considering just who I used to be~”

He could only grin wider as he felt pressure wracking his very skull. He lets out a laugh of triumphant glee and exclaims, “Yes! Give me that visage and make this Ophion complete!” For a moment the Celestial Egg around his neck glows brighter as if in response to him, then Ophion (who has at this point cast out the name Hugo) continued to grin as his face finally began to push out with his entire skull structure shifting alongside it.

The way his skull was restructuring was a complicated series of events to say the least. The lower half of his face was being pushed forward, and his lower jaw seemed to be extending and growing to be a bit wider in size in comparison to the upper portion. That portion of his face would only continue to push out more and more into a muzzle, the very features of his face being reconstructed to fit this new development. His nose melted into the muzzle’s tip as the nostrils became holes at the furthest end, meanwhile his lips quivered as small portions of them reshaped into points and hardened as they did so. By this point his new snout was looking to be one that belonged to someone draconic in nature, much like how the rest of his body had. This was further proven by how the dome of his head was being reshaped, humanity rapidly being lost under a deluge of shifts that made his entire skull structure that of an entirely different species.

The shape of his skull wasn't the only thing changing either. As the scales washed across his head, rushing past his neck and circling the base of his muzzle, bony protrusions began painlessly erupting from certain areas of his face. On each side of his head a triad of bone spikes would emerge. The series of spikes just barely obscured his ears, which themselves were in the process of repositioning themselves to protrude at the sides of his head while also gaining an almost elfine pointedness to their structure. His eyebrows were quick to fade beneath the scales, quickly replaced by juttings of golden spikes that layered over yet another set of bone spike triplets that would rise from his browline. Even right in between his eyes a very small spike would emerge. And although these weren't spikes, a pair of short and pointed protrusions would extend out of both ends of his chin.

All while these changes had occurred, Hugo’s somewhat lengthy hair was being steadily sloughed off. With each inch of his scalp the sea of gold claimed clumps of hair would slip off his head. It's once luscious fullness thinned out, each follicle being shoved out at the root by his magnificent scales. As more of his hair continued falling off it would also reveal one last set of growths on his head. The first of which was rising from the middle of his head’s apex, a series of short brown spikes that would soon run down the middle back of his head. The second of these changes however was significantly more substantial. Two brown points erupted from a portion of the upper region at his head’s back, and those points were quick to grow outwards and upwards. Unlike the rest of his face’s pointed protrusions, these ones were noticeably less bony despite possessing an appearance of hardness to them. And as the duo of brown growths continued to rise out from his skull, diameter getting a little larger as they got longer, it was evident that he was gaining a pair of horns.

Perhaps the last major change came to Ophion’s teeth. The omnivorous nature of his humanity was quickly shifted, incisors and molars quickly sharpening to fit his new species well. The most drastic change would come to his lower canines though as the reasoning for his lower jaw’s protrusion finally came into tangibility. Much like the horns atop his head the left canine of the two lower teeth would extend upwards a fair bit while sharpening itself and, after a few seconds, shift into being more like a prominent fang. The rightward canine didn't get that luxury however as instead it seemed to practically atomize and leave the gum to harden and scar in mere seconds.

The pressure that had enveloped the anthropomorphic dragon’s head finally began to subside. A glint of red overtook Ophion’s irises as the pupils finally properly slit like a reptile’s. “This feels so… good,” he muttered to himself as he raised up a hand and gently caressed his own face. “Makes me wish I had a mirror to see just how divine I look now!”

Because at this point that's just how he felt: absolutely divine! His brain can register memories of a world beyond this one, a life beyond this one, all of which has been meshed and mixed with his own thoughts of his previous humanity. The Egg had taken his desire and, inevitably, went a bit overboard in fulfilling it. But Ophion hadn't cared, the personality overhaul he had garnered was absolutely wonderful! No more pitiful fears about how he acts, no more staggeringly low amounts of self-confidence, no more worries about… about how he can show his love to…

“Jace…” he whispered beneath a breath. The very name carried the same familiarity that it had when he was a human. And thinking about it… about him made Ophion’s brain register the same emotion the dragon had towards him: an intense feeling of love. But now that intensity practically burned inside him, he felt a devotion that not even those atop the System of Olympus could fell. It was an unquantifiable feeling and was something he just couldn't hold himself from expressing!

“I can finally do what I've wanted for so long~” Ophion proclaimed. He turns and takes a step forward, but is stopped in his tracks almost immediately as he feels a knee of his pants split over his own. It was at this point that the dragon had finally taken full notice of his extremely ill-fitting clothing. His polo was somehow still hanging on for dear life, meanwhile his jeans were a few stitches away from ripping apart at the sides.

“I'm going to need something better than this if I'm going to look more presentable…” he sneered.

The Celestial Egg sparkled a bit and glowed for a few seconds, prompting his clothing to sparkle themselves as a bright light enveloped them. A few seconds later and his clothes would begin to grow, expanding over his form so they could all cover him properly. The hem of his shirt was quick to descend over his abdominal region as the entirety of it enlarged enough that his muscle mass wouldn't indent so intricately into the fabric. But then a different change occured, a deep brown beginning to overtake the coloration of the shirt at a rapid pace. As it did so the small placket of the polo began to extend down the middle, golden buttons lining it but not even bothering to fasten themselves. The once small collar would also lengthen, popping itself upwards as it raised higher and higher. And as the shirt’s split finished its full formation the entirety of the shirt would open to now fully reveal his muscled torso. Meanwhile the back of his shirt was seemingly being restitched, the giant hole formed by his wings altering to become more intentional rather than a byproduct of the appendages tearing through it.

The sleeves of the shirt weren't left unscathed as any rips were fixed almost instantly. The constricted feeling was alleviated, changed to a more snug feel as they more comfortably outlined his upper arm muscles. By the time the sleeves were enveloped by the brown coloration they would also bulge as if they were simultaneously extending in length while still trying to contain themselves to their shortness. This would eventually manifest in the form of his shirt sleeves now taking a rolled up appearance.

A similar discoloration had entered his enlarging pants, although this time it was more beige in tone that was enough to shift the denim into a different and finer material. The shifts within his legwear were a little less intense as they would also only enlarge enough to allow movement yet still be tight enough to outline his muscles, all while fixing themselves of the damage his unexpected growth in muscle had incurred. The button that held the jeans closed gained a golden tone, as did the zipper, both of which being left completely open despite the fact his pants fit him now. And with no belt the only thing that held the jeans on his body was a pair of suspenders that snaked from over his shoulders and down his torso before promptly buckling on his legwear.

The last piece of his attire that remained were his shoes which after being enveloped by the Egg’s magical light… straight up dematerialized into motes of light and leaving his feet bare. The motes of light didn't disappear however, instead floating upwards and behind the dragon before seemingly rematerializing into something else entirely. Fine silken material layering onto his back, amorphousness quickly dispelling as it gained a menagerie of whites and browns, all with trims of gold lining. It was hard to fully realize at first but it would seem that some kind of suit jacket had manifested behind him, being worn casually as it was just clinging onto his shoulders.

With that the Egg’s glow finally dimmed, Ophion now sporting a look that could only be described as both distinguished and casual. With a smile he held the Artifact with two claws and brought it to his face. “Really abiding by all my wants today, hm?”

For once the Egg didn't shine in response. The dragon wasn't expecting any though, so he unhanded the object and let it drift back to hang over his chest. He then sauntered forward, making his way out of the aisle… and into the eyeline of a very awestruck Maurice who was still behind the counter.

“Was wonderin’ if I needed to check on ya’...” Maurice commented as he made eye contact with the anthropomorphic dragon.

“Does this not happen often?” Ophion inquired as he stepped forward towards the counter. “I can practically smell the stench of anomalous magic from this place now…”

“Err…” Maurice looked away.

Ophion chuckled. “Do not think I give much of a care with what you do here. Although I do give thanks for your wares allowing me to attain such a brilliant form~ I don't think I've felt this great in ages!”

“Uhuh…” Maurice nodded, face still in a mix of awe and surprise. “Well, that’ll be-”

“I'll be deciding the price here…” the dragon practically demanded. He fished around a back pocket for a bit and pulled out a wallet, although upon opening it he was greeted with his former self’s image in the ID photo window. “…and I have a feeling I won't be here for much longer.”

Ophion then placed the wallet onto the counter, then turned to make his leave. “Thank you for your help, Maurice! Your actions shall be etched into my memory for as long as time flows!”

Maurice is just left dumbfounded as he watches Ophion leave the store and, after a good few seconds, jet into the air as one would expect a dragon to do.

“...still not quite sure how to process that,” the storeowner muttered as his gaze drifted to the wallet the dragon had left behind as payment.

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The sound of a blender pierced the air of the apartment, Jace idly watching as the fruit within the object was shredded into a fine paste. He was never quite sure how to spend days off from work whenever he was left alone. Especially since he had his hopes on spending the day with Hugo, but it was almost 5PM and Hugo hadn't gotten back from his mysterious shopping trip yet.

The apartment falls into silence and Jace eyes his phone. Not even an indicator that his last text was read. “What could he be doing…?” the man muttered in concern.

Then the melancholy serenity of the room was broken in an instant by the sound of a thump from the apartment balcony. A giant shadow being cast through the glass, easily visible from the kitchen’s adjacency to the balcony door.

“Uhhhh…” Jace backed up a bit, eyeing the shadow with a slowly building fear in his chest. He couldn't make out what it was, it was just large and… monstrous?

He then hears the balcony door slide open. A sound that prompted him to turn around and scramble for a knife or something to-

“Jace…” a deep voice called out, interrupting his actions. Jace promptly squeaked in response, heart rate skyrocketing. He very slowly turns around to see the form of a golden-scaled musclebound dragon anthro staring straight at him.

“Wh-what are you?!?”

The dragon tilted its head, a spiky brow raised. “How undignified, I probably should've…” he shoved a hand in a pant pocket and pulled out a phone. “Please give me a moment.”

Jace just stood there in fearful silence as he watched the dragon futz around with their phone, the sound of claws tapping on glass being the only thing fully heard in the apartment. Then after a few moments a look of satisfaction formed on the dragon’s face.

“Here,” the dragon held the phone out, its wallpaper fully visible to Jace. The man’s eyes widened as he saw the image: a picture of himself and Hugo. This was Hugo’s phone.

With a shaky step forward Jace began to verbally panic. “Where did you- what did you-”

A look of realization then formed on the dragon's face. “Jace, my love, it's me. Hugo.”

“Your love???” Jace exclaimed, eyeing up the golden dragon with some level of fury in his eyes. “I don't- you can't be! For one, Hugo’s a human!”

“Was, I was a human,” the dragon corrected. “It would be hard to explain it all fully but,” he raised up a hand and tapped what looked to be an egg that was hanging around his neck. “This? This changed me into this glorious form.”

Jace was far from convinced though. “Please, people don't just suddenly transform into dragons! You- you have to have done something to him-”

“Our anniversary is in two months, the receipts for the bracelet you bought me for it are in the dresser next to our bed, and you’re still trying to reserve a date for that one restaurant with the shrimp,” the dragon listed out in rapid succession. He then stepped forward with his arms outstretched. “Now do you believe me, my love? Or must I go into your personal confessions?”

Jace swallowed a lump in his throat. All those things the reptilian spoke of were correct, and there's no way he could've garnered that information unless he was somehow spying on the two of them. “I-I was hoping you wouldn't have noticed any of that!”

“We live in an apartment, love,” the dragon, Hugo apparently, stated as he leaned over the kitchen’s island. “It's almost impossible to hide such sensitive information.”

Jace just nods as he stared into Hugo’s eyes, and just looked at his draconic visage in general. He appeared so nonchalant, so calm, and his face seemed to look more tender the longer he looked at Jace.

“I'm… still trying to process this,” Jace began leaning onto the counter behind him. “How the heck did you get that… thing that transformed you into this, Hugo…?”

“I'd like to start by saying I go by Ophion now. In truth I was trying to find an adequate gift for this coming Valentine's Day,” Ophion began to recount. “I found an interesting antique's store a few days back and decided to pay a visit today. Although in truth it seems that place is some kind of front for magical artifact vending but well…” a somber look formed on his face as he took hold of the necklace’s egg and held it into view. “Truthfully I've always felt like an inadequate lover to you. I was hoping to get you something that'd prove myself, and perhaps make up for my lackluster approach to our relationship. Once I picked up the Celestial Egg it resonated with my desires and made me into this. Transformed me physically, mentally…”

The dragon leaned a little closer, a fervorous look in his eyes. “Perhaps it even deepened my love for you…”

Jace let out a sharp exhale, then stepped forward to gently caress Ophion’s face. “Hu- Ophion. You don't have to give me some trinket to prove your love to me. And truthfully for me, I never found you lackluster at all! Perhaps a little neurotic but, you were always still a wonderful person…”

He then gave the dragon a kiss on the snout.

“...but I should really ask if you feel better about yourself?”

“I do,” the dragon confessed. Ophion lifted his head out of Jace’s grasp and straightened himself up. His form from the waist up was visible from behind the kitchen island: strong muscles, glistening scales, those weird crystals embedded in his body. Jace couldn't even help but give a glance at Ophion’s wings, the man wincing at the thought of having to suddenly grow those. Nonetheless, the golden reptilian had a certain confident aura that Hugo seemed to always have trouble mustering.

“I can't say I'm the same person I was as a human,” Ophion admitted. “The way this Egg works, it put so much into me to make me fit an identity I desired. But I will also admit a fraction of that was because I wanted to be able to better show how much I love you, my love~”

“I don't think you had to change yourself into a literal dragon to show how much you love me,” Jace said with a laugh. “I'm glad you're happy though. I will admit I'm getting used to being called your love, it's so dignified!”

He then paused. “Now how will we explain to the landlord that my boyfriend has become a real life scalie…”

Ophion let out a hearty laugh. “We don't need to deal with that now…” he then walked around the counter to properly stand near Jace. “It's just me and you, today~”

Ophion then brought Jace into a warm embrace. This mostly meant Jace was being pressed up into the dragon's meaty pecs as he was put into a hug. It made the man blush a bit…

“Now then…” Ophion’s voice lowers to a whisper, and Jace could feel himself being lifted. “How about I show you how a universe can be made…?”

Jace raised a brow. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Ophion just chuckled, and Jace turned his head and found himself being moved out of the kitchen. It took a few more seconds for him to fully register what was about to happen as he realized they were moving into a hallway, and everything finally clicked.

They were heading to the bedroom…

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pursuedbyamemoryy · 1 year ago

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hi! i saw you were doing requests, and i was wondering if you could do a oneshot of reader sleeping in john's tent for the first time because its all snowy and cold :3

❄️ cold snow and warm arms ೃ࿔*

word count - 700

warnings - brief mention of death, no mention of abigail or jack, john being awkward ( love him!! ) , gn!reader

author’s note - i love writing for red dead characters!! thanks for the cute req, i hope you enjoy reading ₍ᐢ. . ᐢ₎♡!

after weeks of being up in the harsh winds and snow of colter, the van der linde gang thought they were finally out of the miserable weather. they had relocated to horseshoe overlook, a quiet camp in the heartlands of new hanover. the first week or so had been decent weather, albeit a little chilly, as it was still early spring.

however, after not even two weeks of being in the new camp they were hit with a massive cold front, which unfortunately brought snow along with it. the entirety of the camp retreated inside their tents, the grounds of horseshoe overlook the quietest it had been since the rowdy gang arrived.

the canopy you usually slept under didn’t provide nearly enough warmth for a cold night like tonight, so john had offered to let you stay with him, which you gladly agreed to. you and john hadn’t been together for very long, you only finally confessed your feelings after he was attacked by those wolves up in the mountains. when he hadn’t returned to camp after days, you regretted not speaking up about the feelings you harbored towards him, and it all came spilling out once you saw him, bloody, cold, and inches away from death once arthur and javier had brought him back to camp.

you got settled into his tent, sitting down on his bedroll. you had already changed into comfier clothes for the night, and you were waiting for john to return with some of pearson’s barely palatable stew.

a couple minutes later he came back, one bowl of stew in each hand. he sat down next to you and handed you a bowl, to which you smiled gratefully and thanked him quietly. while pearson’s stew was usually bland and not enjoyable, you were glad you had food to eat. kind of. some days if you wait too long, the stew will be boiled beyond recognition, and turns into a chunky sort of sludge. that’s when you would resort to canned peaches or beans that you had hidden away in your satchel. thankfully the stew was just about edible today.

you ate together, making small talk in between bites of stew. after that, you set your bowls aside laid down on his bedroll together.

you laid down facing him, and looked into his eyes for a moment. he looked worn out, everyone in the gang was. running from the law and being out in the snow for weeks wasn’t exactly the easiest thing. you cupped just cheek gently, being careful not to touch the stitches that ran across his face. the wolf attack had left him with nasty cuts, ones that would definitely scar, but they didn’t make him any less attractive to you. plus, not many people could say they endured and survived a wolf attack. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slightly off center as to not disturb the cut the that ran through the right side of his lip. he kissed back and although his kisses were a little awkward, you didn’t mind. they were sweet in their own way.

you shifted on the bedroll next to him, cuddling up to him carefully. he went stiff for a second before slowly melting into and getting more comfortable with your touch.

“warm enough?” he asks quietly, cautiously putting his arm around you as you adjust the blanket that was draped across both of you.

you nod, “yes, are you?”. he nods in response, carefully pulling you closer.

when you first got together john was not the most affectionate. partly because he was still recovering from the wolf attack, and also because he simply wasn’t used to physical touch. you noticed that despite how awkward he still felt, he was slowly becoming more comfortable around you. the way he held you close to his chest, his chin resting on top of your head made your face flush slightly.

“good night, john” you said quietly.

“good night” he responded, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

neither of you said much else, quickly falling asleep in each other’s arms. the harsh winds outside were nothing compared to how warm and safe you felt in john’s arms.

#pursuedbyamemory writes #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #john marston #john marston x reader #arthur morgan

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

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Release (Ari x Reader)

a Bedrock and Blueprints tale, following Tension

Summary: After ten years of friendship, you and Ari have finally crossed the threshold into something more than friends. Is it for the best?

Warnings for SMUT. What do I say? The entire 3k 4k+ (4339 words to be exact) is feels and smut, gang. Protected, awkward-moment-filled, passion- and insecurities-driven sex. Seeing as it's sex, there are mentions of bodily fluids. Shocking, I know. It's also sex with beefcake Ari, so that deserves a warning, too.

So what you're saying is--" you take a few big breaths "--we have work to do in the bedroom now?

It’s been a hot second since you last slept with someone, but based on this first scorching minute with Ari’s mouth on yours and his body close, you’re about to make up for a lost millennium of sex—dirty, delicious sex. Thirty seconds of dry humping whatever bit of him is so hard atop you would suffice, doesn’t matter if it’s his dick, his thigh, or his fucking face. There are also the options of his abs, his hand, his forearm…at this point a foot would do. Even if he fell asleep on his stomach right now, that ass is tight enough that you could ride him into the sunset but—

Sweet mercy, when did you get this horny?

Senses drenched in him, your body tenses at the feel of his thick, muscled torso between your thighs, rocking step by step on the way to your unfurnished bedroom. Before Ari can reach his destination though, you pull at his hair, needing your lips on him again, needing to explore and possess. He can’t see or keep walking, so instead, he crashes you both into the wall less than two feet from the bedroom door.

No one skips a beat.

Ari tastes like lemonade and cigarettes, bitter and smokey-sweet like a barbecue sauce smothered over a slab of meat—say, the rack of ribs beneath your palm and a dusting of chest hair. Your nose picks up the faint tang of sunscreen from his face as you shift and angle to let your tongues play.

The way this man moans your name should be illegal.

That vibration trespasses on every nerve. That single word assaults your aching core. Arrest him! Lock him up (with you inside) and throw away the key.

The very thought makes you grip him tighter and clench around nothing.

He smiles into your kiss, relinquishing the lead in favor of lingering enjoyment. When you finally gasp for breath, he wanders. Between his strong, broad hands on your ass and his open mouth sliding up your neck, you’re pretty close to signing over the house just to get him fully naked.

You shimmy your ankle over his gym shorts to gauge if he even has boxers on. There are only two, slinky layers between your throbbing heat and what is clearly an incredibly hard dick. Bless him. Bless Ari’s total impatience. He continues to rock his hips against you at a snail’s pace, completely opposite of his darting tongue.

“Ari,” you whine, high and thin, pushed to the brink already, the sharp pang of arousal twisting your insides.

It’s the very first time he hears you say his name in that way, and the pathetic tone stirs something primal in Ari. It spurs him on and drives him to blindly waltz you both into the room with your temporary, inflatable mattress.

He only gets to the other side of the wall before pinning you again.

This morning when he met at your apartment, the couch was the only furniture that could fit in his truck. The inflatable is a minimal-effort, ‘just in case’ option, because you don’t know how long it will take to make the place livable or if you’ll stay overnight to work on it. The idea would have been to stay overnight alone, of course. This is not the scenario you imagined needing it for. This is actually a scenario you’ve never imagined, and up until a handful of weeks ago, he hadn’t imagined it either.

No, you never thought about Ari this way, not really, not for you, but the sudden onslaught of ideas for how he can use you suffocates your mind in the most welcome way. Thinking is for another time. Now is the time for action.

We have work to do in the bedroom, you said.

Yes, you’re a dedicated worker. That’s a proven fact.

Fuck, he said.

Yes, Ari, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

“Shirt off,” he mimics your orders from the couch, leaning back to give you space. He’s amused by how slowly you comply, body sluggish and distracted anticipating what’s to come. The hem of your tee isn’t even above your breasts before he’s groping over your sports bra, fascinated as the plush flesh beneath spills above the neckline at his every touch. There’s no tiny bow in the center—like his imagination (or maybe his memory) conjured up a few times—but he still considers the thick, unyielding fabric a sort of gift wrapping.

He helps by sliding his thumbs under the band but doesn’t follow the garment all the way off. He’s too busy coaxing a nipple into his mouth with his bandaged hand and pinching the other between his fingers. He nips at your tender skin as you gush more beautiful sounds.

Oh, yes, this is going to be fun.

In all your (mostly drunken) conversations about sex over the years, you’ve mentioned the things that loosely make up the list of ‘rules,’ things essential to good sex for you, but you never described yourself in bed. You’ve never mentioned that you’re loud. Ari likes that. His whole body hums in appreciation of it.

The list is pretty short, actually, for a decade’s worth of information.

Rule #1: Show some initiative.

Sure, he’s seen you be bossy. You’re not shy about sex, but that doesn’t mean you like being the one to create all momentum. No problem there. He’s ready. He wants you. He fucking needs you, and you know it. It’s plain in the daylight.

For comfort though, he’s flicking the switch beside you both on the wall for the overhead fan. He hasn’t fixed the AC yet, and even with the windows open there isn’t much breeze. He can already tell he’s going to be a sweaty mess based on his thundering heart rate and the simple idea of putting his hands all over you. Unfortunately, the cut on his palm still stings like a son of a bitch, and he has to stop thinking about how the fan has a dramatic wobble that he can hear even when he can’t see it.

Being face-deep between your tits is well worth the chance of his very own Final Destination ending. Consider the initiative taken.

Rule #2: Foreplay.

Not exactly rocket science, but this one’s still more abstract. You never gave a play-by-play, so Ari’s had to pool together mentions of specific things you’ve found sexy during a relationship. Almost none of them have to do with penetration itself. There are sex-adjacent things, of course. He held me down while… He never stopped kissing me during… He watched while I came, etc. Shit, did Ari think about that one a lot in the last weeks.

He breaks from your breast to catch his breath, and for a moment, you’re both all tongue and teeth. You bite at his earlobe while Ari licks the path of your collarbone.

He knows you remember the heavy petting, you remember being told what he’s going to do to you, and you remember reaching the point of begging for it, too.

Of course, now he remembers how he’s spent the last weeks imagining you beneath him, on top of him, bent over literally any piece of furniture he walked by, especially if he watched you walk by it first in real life. One day recently, he lied and said he was sick when really he was so hard for you he didn’t think he’d manage to be around you even if he rubbed one out first.

Yeah, Ari’s had fantasies; he’s about to have memories.

You slip against the wall, grinding harder against him as you fall a few inches. Your fingers curl into his chest hair, unable to grip at his arms in your stupor.

Playing by the rules is about to serve him very, very well, which brings him to Rule #3: Dirty talk.

He rocks his hips forward.

“Want it slow and deep, don’t you,” he growls lowly. When all you return is a strangled cry, he rolls his hips again. “Can think of a dozen ways to take you right here.”

He knows you love that. Excited dirty talk. Desperate dirty talk. Needy dirty talk. Not overly dirty talk, nothing so graphic as to pull you out of the moment (at least, not the first time), but you want some good noise.

If what he’s done so far is any indication, the total three sentences of it, then you’ll be mewling like a cat in heat before his pants are even off, and damn, is Ari excited about that, desperate for that--dare he say?--needy for that.

Panting heavily, you’re blind with lust, completely at his mercy, the epitome of down-to-fuck.

“Then do it,” you gasp out, “old man.”

The snarl that erupts from Ari makes you laugh, but his vigor in tossing you down to the mattress is anything but humorous. You meet his eyes to see an intense, animalistic gaze, darkened by the same spell you’re under.

The inflatable is awkward and bouncy, tilting wildly to one side beneath your weight, so when you lift your hips for Ari to pull off your shorts and panties, the plastic scoots farther away, making you slip out of his grasp.

“Stay still,” he growls again. “Don’t test me, woman.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you giggle back, watching the hairy beast stalk forward. Frustration looks good on him. It hardens his features beneath long-soft locks and bares those pearly-white teeth for you.

You only have space to playfully shove yourself and the mattress farther back once until you hit the opposite wall, and Ari’s chest is flushed an angry pink when his hands get to you.

“Gonna pop this fucking thing by the end of the night.”

Your head snaps down. “Don’t you dare.”

His grin tells you he’s teasing, especially with how so much of his palms and fingers drag down your legs as he finally gets your clothes off, but there’s a moment when your breath catches.

As your best friend stares at you naked for the first time, it dawns on you that this changes everything; you have already changed everything.

Without warning your thighs clap together and your butt sags to the floor beside the tilting mattress. Even though your eyes are already shut, you cover your face with your hands.

“What are we doing?” You thought the words so loud that they came out as a whisper. “I can’t lose you.”

After only a split-second hesitation, Ari’s hands relax from your ankles.

“Hey,” he soothes, tugging your wrists to move them away. “Hey, honey, no. That’s never gonna happen.”

He crosses his legs as he crawls closer to you.

The good news is you’re not crying, but the bad news is all that sexual excitement from moments ago has ratcheted up into painful anxiety that sharply overfills your chest. It’s hard to breathe.

He takes your face in his own hands. “I will always be here for you, but you have to know that I can’t go back to—“ Ari licks his lips quickly, struggling not to notice your bare shins against his, your bare knees against the inside of his elbows, your ass cheek just barely pressing the top of his foot “—to just friends.”

He swallows hard and holds your gaze.

“I can’t unsee you,” he says, though he means so much more.

He’ll never stop thinking about how gorgeous you are now. He can’t stop appreciating your strength—all types of it—that you’ve shown for so many years. He’s admired you as long as he’s known you, and even if colored by attraction, that will never change.

He can’t find any more words to describe you right then, so he pets his thumbs across your cheeks, hoping to show you what he can’t say.

He’s not wasting this chance, he won’t let you shut down, and even if today goes no further than this, Ari is resolved to cherish every second. So he’s had his fast and hot kiss; now he wants your steady and passionate one.

He removes his hands to lift beneath your knees, lacing your feet over his legs to just outside his hips. You don’t have to open your thighs. They remain solid between you while he leans forward to capture your lips. This kiss is slow, tentative, a wanting and waiting attempt to sort through thoughts you’ve never had before, a moment to reframe something—someone—you’ve only ever viewed from one angle, and that’s difficult, Ari knows.

The idea alone nearly ran him off the road in those first seconds. He’s had (he’s taken) weeks to adjust, but shit, does he hope it doesn’t take you weeks. His nights without you were already becoming intolerable. Now he’s had a taste—a partial taste—of what he wants and he’ll fight tooth and nail for the rest.

Because Ari Levinson now lives to provide whatever you want, but he can’t do that from afar. He can’t handle even the distance of friendship. Ten years and you never left him behind, never forgot about him. You never babied him or asked for anything. You could have. You should have sometimes.

You weathered the uncertainty of deployment and coming home better than anyone he knows. He always felt your devotion as a friend, even at his most chaotic and unsure. He realizes he counted on that. He needed you more than you needed him, and you still stayed and stayed. He’s had no idea what he’s doing for years, and you never stopped.

You were always the stable part of this. It makes sense that you’d fear what he’s going to put you through.

But the reframing isn’t that hard for you.

Ari has this world churning around in his head because he’s never built any sort of life for himself. You? You have always wanted the same things. You’ve planned. You’ve prepared. You’ve cut out pieces that don’t fit and bring you down. Ari’s survived all that. He means something to you. You care for him. He fits. He does not bring you down. Ari was always coming and going but never left you. He never has in ten whole years.

You know how you two get along through every situation under the sun. You even know how you two fight, and you’ve always made up. The making-up part will just become a lot more active now.

All your brain has to do is shift him over to a different column: from ‘my friend’ to ‘mine.’

He thinks he’s asking for more than you’ve always been, more than you’ve already given. You think he’s asking for what he already has, what he’s already earned.

Somehow, the soft drag of his lips against yours conveys all his passion. Somehow, you allowing him in demonstrates all your needs.

So the kiss continues, topped by sharp breaths and involuntary grunts of pleasure.

His beard is magical. It turns rough and coarse when he’s more intense, but during these slow moments, it feels damn near silky against your skin. It makes you think of what else it can do, what else his mouth can do.

You’ve sat still and willing this whole time but uninviting, so you open your legs at his sides, laying them over his lap, and smooth your arms over his shoulders to bring him closer. His response is immediate and audible, the reprise of that vibrating, dirty moan rakes over your every sense.

Ari puts a hand on your stomach, lightly scratching his forefinger back and forth before squeezing your side and pulling you up into his lap.

“I’d give you anything,” he mutters against your lips, waiting for doubt that never comes.

“I’m about to give you a tour, Ari. Get on with it.” Your breathy tone lets any intensity to your demand evaporate like the saliva in his open mouth. He licks his lips.

“There she is,” he chuckles.

Rule #4: Slow but not gentle. Not one thing all the time.

Ari’ll be damned if he ever gives you a reason to call him a One-Trick Pony or a Minute Man, but after weeks of fantasizing about what you’d feel like, he is truly overwhelmed by the reality.

He’s got to keep it together. He’s got to fucking taste you.

“Up on the bed,” he orders, lifting your hips to guide you only partially upright, leaving your legs wide open and by his sides, back wobbly supported by the noisy plastic.

He likes the thatch of hair between your legs and how responsive you are. Ari’s a bit ’70s pornstar in that way. The natural sight and scent of your cunt make him feral, and before you fully balance, he’s plunging his tongue in without warning. At least he’s gentlemanly enough to cup your ass and help raise you to his attack.

A string of curses escapes as you clench and relax. You are very loud, he likes that very much, and luckily, the house sits on a bit of land. Your neighbors aren’t within earshot of these open windows.

You don’t rush him or order him around. You babble just as much when his nose brushes your clit as when he purposefully sucks it. It makes his exploratory approach even more thrilling. It ticks some of his boxes, too.

Oh fuck. Boxes!

Ari pops his mouth off of you with a sloppy sound, and your trembling legs fall in his dropping arms.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, jumping off the floor and running out into the hall.

You hear the front door open a few seconds later.

“What the fuck,” you scream into the empty house, body hot and coiled, ready to spring.

His car door creaks open, and you swear in that instant that if that man drives away, you will burn this house and his apartment to the ground.

The sounds repeat themselves in reverse order until Ari’s back in the doorway, shirtless, glorious, holding condoms. Good man.

“I could have killed you,” you huff, flopping your head back on the mattress.

Ari grins, pulling out a small square packet and tossing the box aside.

“Where was I?” He kneels back down, stroking your bare hip and thigh as they continue to twitch. His blue eyes sparkle with something unfamiliar, something new: adoration.

Your breath is stolen at the thought of it being for you.

He grabs the two pillows and blanket from the useless bed. Effectively handling you like a rag doll, Ari wads up the blanket behind your head after pulling you to the center of the room. He works two fingers through your folds, waiting till you start to roll into them, only to then gruffly order you, “up.”

He places one pillow under your raised hips. Fingers gone again quickly, he stands above you, staring.

“Ari, just fuck me please,” you beg below him.

If that didn’t light all of his other fantasies on fire and dance on their ashes, he’s not sure what would.

His shorts are off in a flash, the last pillow wedged under his own knees, and Ari makes like he’s completing the world’s sexiest push-up as he lowers himself down. He pants, his toned chest grazing your heaving breasts in time with the gasps of lost restraint. His hand brings the foil packet to his teeth and rips the seam.

He holds the open end to your lips and whispers, “you mind?”

Eyes locked on his, your mouth pinches on the rim of latex as he slides the wrapper away and tosses it, too.

“Thank you,” he rumbles, taking the condom, keeping up his bit of pornstar show by letting you watch his face while he rolls it in place, touching himself. The head of his cock hangs low enough to swipe at your mound teasingly during this performance.

It makes you shiver.

Rule #5: The first time should never, ever feel lazy. Put your back into it.

He practically roars at the feel once he sinks his length fully inside of you. Your wanton cry in his ear along with the bite of your nails in his biceps sets him on edge. He pumps a few times, but he’s too close too fast and has to pull out, gripping his base harshly. Even when the feel of you isn’t on him, the sight of you floods his mind like blood floods his groin.

Fuck, he has to focus.

You’re impatient and so damn close that your hand moves to stroke yourself, completely uncaring about what’s stopped him. If he thought the sight of himself fully seated inside your cunt was distracting, Ari short-circuits as he watches you touch yourself while looking right at him.

He started it though. It's only fair.

He leans down on his bad hand as best he can, getting close enough to abandon his own dick and shove two fingers back inside you, earning him a euphoric grunt that snaps your head back.

“That’s it,” he moans, curling and rubbing in time with your circles over your clit.

Moments later, your rhythm falters and slows, coupled with a high whine of ‘shit’ and your hips bucking off the floor.

His thumb dexterously flicks your own fingers out of his way, and he cups his palm forward. The effect of this dual friction is immediate, violently shoving you over the edge, unleashing your orgasm. Your mouth falls open, but barely a peep sounds. Tremor after tremor rolls from your spasming walls up through your spine, pushing your breast back to his eager mouth.

He tries to work you down easy, to let you settle after your high, but you’re having none of it.

“Damn it, Levinson,” you hiss, pushing his hand away with another wet smack and rolling him and you over. You straddle him in the layer of dust on the wood floor. “You’re gonna come for me.”

Right, well, looks like you aren’t being lazy either because you certainly put your back into this.

You line him up and sink down until his cock is as deep as you can take, pulsing your hips as if it will stretch you further and further until he’s lost inside you.

His respite bought him some time. He’s not on the brink anymore, but he’s not far off.

You ride him with a hand around his throat, no pressure, your fingertips cradling the back of his head and your thumb flat against his jugular. His grip on your wrist to keep you there is harder. Your weight leans on his chest where your other hand is splayed for balance. Your hips stroke him wildly while you struggle to keep your eyes open and on his own hooded gaze.

You babble.

You babble about how hard you just came. You babble about how good his dick feels inside you. You babble about the places he’s reaching that make you want to explode, and Ari can’t take any more distance between him and that mouth of yours.

He shoots up, pulling your arms out of his way and grasping your ass to keep you steady, lips latching together.

Your shallow thrusts don’t miss a beat, but he helps, kneading the soft flesh of your thigh, tugging at your pace.

“Come again,” Ari whispers hot into your kiss. “Come for me.”

The command makes you keen, leaning back to brace your hands around his outstretched legs, bouncing with a renewed urgency. That response has Ari possessed, fucking up into you, meeting every roll of your hips with an extra nudge to your sweet spot. Your shouts quiet, and he knows you’re on the edge, too.

Every shattered moan he swallows from you, every shuddering gasp. You’re just as eager to take his harsh breaths as your own, but your body shakes uncontrollably, sweat-glistened skin on sweat-glistened skin.

With more force than he actually intends, his fingers dig a bruising grip on your waist and Ari uses you to milk the tightness from his aching sac. It’s only a few extra thrusts after you start to flutter again that he shoots into the condom and hauls you back to his chest, biting your collarbone as gently as he can manage while still coming in hot spurts.

While you return from floating, he takes in the warmth and feel of you, relishing the well-earned exhaustion and a single slow drizzle of your release down his balls.

He steadies you with a secure hold beneath your shoulder blades. It’s an appropriate moment for lazy kisses, he thinks, and you both continue weary explorations of the nearest limbs, silent, leaving only the churning teeter of the fan above. Soon, you’re slumped against his chest and drawing a little pattern on his skin.

“We should do that again sometime.”

Ari snorts, wiping a hand down his face before attempting to lift you. “We should go on a date, kid.” His voice is hoarse and thick.

You’re amused but your laugh stops short at the sensation of his cock dragging out of your slick cunt.

He would tease if he weren’t so determined to get the fucking condom off, but in a surprising feat of renewed energy, you’re spinning onto your knees and wrapping your lips around him as soon as the latex is pulled away. Ari’s so overstimulated by that one touch that he yells your name between a few choice curses.

“What,” you say, eyes back up to his, finger wiping his cum from beside your mouth and licking that, too. “I didn’t get to taste you.”

Ari’s brain short-circuits again. His back and bare ass are covered in wet smears of dust while a heady, rich smell of sex permeates the room. He knew working on your house would be a dirty job, but he had no idea it’d be like this.

New Rule: You two should definitely go on a date…and then do this immediately after.

Ta-dah! \o/ I did it, gang. Broke through some rough and emotional writer's block to bring you a real Sinful Sunday chonk. Hope and pray that everyone enjoys this and the next few things in the works. Thank you for reading!

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narrators-journal · 2 months ago

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Akeshu, trans!joker yandere!akechi 26 and 31? Awa

Okay, so...since this is already a massive practice piece for me, I’m just gonna go ahead and go full steam ahead into offering a bunch of variety in my smut for this month. That being said, if this is in any way offensive, I’m sorry. I have little to no experience writing trans character smut, and I don’t know where the line is on simple smut, or the bad sort of sexualization. So! If this is at all offensive or tasteless, don’t be surprised if it gets deleted. But! For now, I hope this fits your criteria. I hope it’s good and yandere-ish, and I hope that, while light, your request for Akira to be trans is in there. I tried to keep the level of trans that he is (fully transitioned or top surgery only) a bit up to reader discresion.

EDIT: This one was another one that I felt I sort of half-assed the first time. So, I returned to it to hopefully pump more detail into it! I hope the improvement is clear for return readers, and I hope new readers will find it more enjoyable. I also hope I continued to be respectful to the trans community with the rewrite!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Kidnapping, obsession, yandere behavior in general, dubcon/noncon is at least implied, breeding is in there too, at least in passing, though it is admittedly a bit light on the body worship, even with the edit. Also, some gagging is tossed in too, and bondage.

Akira Kurusu. Joker, leader of the phantom thieves. An infuriatingly beautiful man with shaggy, coal-colored that was in a perpetual state of bedhead, fair skin decorated with the scars of his battles, and dark grey eyes kept behind thick fashion glasses. A man who’s body was sculpted for gymnastics but had the strength of a boxer, was a beautiful sight for Goro Akechi’s red eyes.

Though, that fact didn’t make him any less of a porcupine, as his looks were only one of the barbs that the phantom thief had left embedded in Akechi’s chest. The other quill was his personality. His sharp tongue, compassion, along with the impressive ingenuity and determination beneath the ravenette’s quiet awkwardness. He had infected the brunette’s brain like a disease ever since he’d learned of the flashy, arrogant man. It drove Akechi mad. Even now, when the ravenette was safely kept a few floors away from Akechi at any moment. Even as the second coming of the detective prince pounded into his captive, Akira’s hold on him seemed unwavering.

Especially when his thoughts were simmered down to little more than the ravenette’s most carnal desires. Tied down to the cheap, creaky bedframe that bounced off of the insulated walls of his cell, the ID tags on his thick leather collar softly jostled by each of Akechi’s rough thrusts into his warm, lubricated hole. It all served to simply amplify the bliss that coursed through the brunette’s veins with each movement.

And why shouldn’t the detective enjoy the spoils of his trials? Of his gorgeous rival helplessly gagged beneath him? His wrists tied by shibari rope above his head, lean muscles exposed to the basement’s cool air for the brunette to drink in. His many scars from the detective prince’s persona, or the gender confirming surgery that he’d gotten at some point in his past, the way that the tip of his navel collected sweat as he twitched and writhed in reluctant pleasure. He had a right to relish the gentle curves of his physique, of the squeeze of Akira’s asshole, or thighs around his waist. Especially when he was balls deep and high on the mixture of ecstasy and sadistic joy that came from every squeak of fear that slipped through the ballgag.

Though, spite and sadism weren’t the only things that fuelled Akechi’s pleasure, there was also the simple pleasure that came from the friction of Akira’s ass around his cock. And, the knowledge of how nobody but him would ever get to see Joker’s face red with lust was another factor to consider. A particularly drug-like one, too. So, the feral brunette was willing to go to any length to keep that fact true.

I’ll cut you open. I’ll decorate you with marks. He thought as his crimson eyes admired the way Akira’s belly muscles flexed and twitched beneath his fair skin. I’ll knock you up. I’ll breed you like the bitch you are. Akechi continued to think, a wicked grin on his lips as his movements lost rhythm to the unhinged pleasure. It doesn’t matter if you can realistically get pregnant, I’ll breed you. He thought at the ravenette, though he couldn’t seem to verbalize the words. I’ll find a way to trap you with me. Make sure you can never escape me, even if you get out of this god damned basement, Kurusu.

Akechi let loose a deep, growling moan into the cooled air of the basement at that thought. The bubble in his belly turned to a tsunami of warmth with only a handful more thrusts. Thick, warm ribbons of cum poured into the phantom thief’s belly. I don’t care...I’ll make you mine, forever.

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liskantope · 1 year ago

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My brief, vague, scattered review of Almost Nowhere

Welp, I finished it, all 1079 pages of it. (Really 1077 pages with the first and last essentially acting as a front and back cover.) As the book is of an unwieldy length and I don't have much time or brainpower at the moment, this post is going to comment on just some aspects of it. Also, as I never managed to gain anything close to mastery of exactly how the plot worked, most of this is going to be vague and avoid discussions of the plot events, character decisions or traits, or anything that specific really. I think a couple of people wrote spoilery reviews; I don't feel very capable of this (nor of giving a very good description of the novel to someone else at a level of concreteness that they would reasonable expect.)

So, I would say no concrete spoilers to follow, and only a couple of quite vague ones.

I noted this in other posts written while I was in the midst of the novel, but I have to say it again because it's one of the most pertinent parts of my experience reading this: Almost Nowhere is the most cerebral fiction-writing I've ever read (with the possible exception of the few chapters of Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality that I've read), on just about every level including narrative style, plot mechanics, and the ideas and themes explored -- there are even occasional fictional-scientific lectures inserted from time to time (which I found quite enjoyable actually)! More generally, the writing just screams of sheer IQ points both on the part of the author and on the part of the expected audience, in the use of a dazzling vocabulary as much as the elaborate plot and fictional-scientific situations one has to keep track of the characters being in. (It's interesting to note, though, that the cast of characters is actually quite modest, perhaps the fewest I've ever seen for a novel of this size: the complexity of the plot doesn't arise from a complexity of relationships among characters but from a distorted timeline and an array of alternate-reality situations.)

For this reason, I can't help but continue to compare this work to what I've read of Eliezer Yudkowsky, who similarly exudes sheer IQ and writes with an unabashedly cerebral style. Rob (the author, Tumblr-user Nostalgebraist) may not care much for the comparison, since as far as I know he doesn't align himself with Yudkowsky's rationalist movement or consider himself particularly in sympathy with Yudkowsky's worldview. But, while I have very little experience with Yudkowsky's fiction-writing (the main thing I've read of his is the Sequences), my impression is that their fiction is extremely different, that Yudkowsky's fiction comes across as just a transparent "mouthpiece" for his rationalist views and ideas, and that Yudkowsky has far less talent for fictional narrative. HPMoR (or what I've read of it) gives me an interesting plot and characters and makes me think about rationalist-y ideas in a direct, easy-to-follow way. Truly emotional non-cerebralness is actually pretty frequent in HPMoR but conveyed in a way I recall finding rather awkward. Almost Nowhere, on the other hand, took me on a vast, sweeping journey, where an even greater proportion of the scenes carry a colder, more dispassionately intellectual ambience, where moments of raw emotional intimacy are rather few and far between but are far better written when they do occur.

I think this is ultimately why I stuck with Almost Nowhere despite struggling to follow many aspects of the plot (while I lost too much motivation only a dozen or so chapters into HPMoR): I felt like I was being taken somewhere and was able to enjoy where it was taking me. The whole novel felt like a slightly surreal dream and an escape to a far vaster space than the one I inhabit in real life. Perhaps the feeling of being in a dream enabled my brain not to particularly care about precisely following the intricacies of the plot, as tends to be one's brain state in dreams. Of course, I shouldn't leave this as an implied "excuse" for not doing a good job of following: among the main reasons were intellectual fatigue from the general nature and business of the rest of my life, being a bit too rushed to get through the novel so that I can move to the rest of my reading list, general mental laziness, and, well, a dash of general mental ineptitude I suppose.

Specifically, what I struggled throughout to follow was some of the timeline shenanigans and that paths carved out within them by various individual characters, as well as recalling characters' experiences and motives at different times, and just generally keeping track of the scifi mechanics. I also had a tendency to glaze over some of dense dialogs that were more... I hate to keep using the word cerebral but don't know how else to characterize them... or that were more technical or jargon-filled or sounding like computer coding. Regarding the scifi mechanics, I did enjoy the occasional lengthy "lessons" delivered by characters and mostly followed their teachings but had a tendency to forget many of the finer (but still important) points later on -- for instance, Sylvie's big fictionally-written-lesson chapter at the end was really fun reading and I followed the interesting ideas going on but (even though it was near the end) did have trouble remembering everything in it pretty shortly afterwards.

The fictional-scientific mechanics themselves made for a very interesting elaborate thought experiment, and for the most part they made a lot of sense, as in, some hypothetical universe could work under these mechanics. I'm not sure that keeping vague links between different paths among alternate realities in the form of dreams or nostalgium doesn't seem like a bit of a cheat, but I'd have to think over it more deeply before deciding that, and I liked how it played in the story. I was a bit taken aback near the beginning about the role of Maryam Mirzakhani's fictional-scientific discoveries since as far as I knew Mirzakhani never worked on such things, but I much later realized that the earlier parts of the novel were written when she was still alive and young and potentially able to make discoveries of that nature in the then-future (for those who don't know, she tragically died in the late 2010's at age 40, partway through the writing of Almost Nowhere and shortly after becoming the first woman to get the Fields Medal).

As I've mentioned, the cast of distinguishable characters is very modest for such a huge novel. The characterization of each is on the subtle side, and to some extent I don't think I ever truly got to understand the deepest layers of Grant and Cordelia because I didn't put in the right amount of effort. I expect the only two which are memorable enough to stick with me for years when I look back on reading this are Azad and Sylvie. Azad was a pleasure to read and I had to enjoy the scenes where he was present or narrating -- interestingly he has one major Bad Moment around the middle of the novel in which he behaves in a certain way that earns him a ton of criticism at the time, and then after all the fuss is made it all seems to sort of get forgotten about. I don't know what I'm really supposed to think of him ultimately, but I'll miss his beautifully intellectual soul. Sylvie's scenes, in contrast, are a bit grating to read, but I suspect they're supposed to be. In a way, I know even less how I should feel about him than about Azad: his deepest biases and motives frequently seemed to exist in an occasionally-clashing tension. The bleak cacophony surrounding him is punctuated with sharp humor that I appreciate: he's a bit of dark vortex but he's also such a good boy.

The idea that we eventually get to see the characters get together and write the book that we are now reading doesn't seem original to this work of fiction, but I can't think precisely where I've seen it anywhere else, and it was fun. Rob's ability, as shown (to a milder extent) in The Northern Caves to be able to speak and write in very distinct character voices is impressive and maximally showcased here.

The novel, as Rob pointed out in one of his posts about it, comes with three distinct parts, the second of which distinguishes itself by having chapters numbered in Arabic numerals with chapter titles and is built of scenes with an entirely different flow. This second part was easily my favorite to read and felt more like surreal and placidly dreamlike escapism than any other area of the book. I don't know if anyone else has made comparisons between the fictional-novel-within-the-fiction-novel The Northern Caves (Rob's novel called The Northern Caves is the only other of his that I've read -- and liked a lot -- and its plot revolves around a bizarrely opaque thousand-plus-page novel of the same title), but I couldn't help being reminded of my conception of the fictional novel TNC throughout Almost Nowhere (also a thousand-plus-paged rather difficult novel, with surreal aspects to the narrative and layer upon layer of meaning, even if it doesn't devolve into apparent nonsense partway through). And I made this connection the most during Part 2 of Almost Nowhere, recalling that the fictional novel TNC is explained to have a sort of middle "lucid section" made of vignettes which mostly consist of coherent dialog but in which the characters have different relationships than they did at the outset (i.e. in TNC the two main characters who were siblings now appear to be married). I felt sort of drawn toward experiencing the journey that TNC would take me along, particularly the middle lucid section part just consisting of little dialog scenes, and I felt like in a way I got some version of that through Part 2 of Almost Nowhere.

(This is the most spoilery I'll get:) The final chapter of the novel ends on the point of view of the character who I had forgotten (but soon realized) was the one the very first chapter began on. It felt only fitting to go back to the first part of the first chapter and skim it, to close the loop (so to speak). I was almost never actually emotionally moved by Almost Nowhere exactly, but with the ending-looped-back-to-the-beginning it came close.

I remember when the novel was first finished this past summer, Nostalgebraist made a post discussing the finished product a bit, and I ran into one or two effortposts by other people discussing how they felt about the plot and characters. I didn't want to spoil them at the time, and I didn't want to look for them just after finishing before I wrote my own thing (this post), but I'd like to find them now and would appreciate anyone pointing me to them (I can probably find the Nostalgebraist posts easily enough).

Anyway, it's impressive work Rob, congrats on finishing such a hefty project, and thanks for giving me a unique fiction-reading experience I'll never forget!

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