#so anyways hi guys. I'm feeling definitely very normal tonight

[hermitshell]

why does minecraft roleplay make me feel the grief of a thousand suns !!!

[amyispxnk]

Silent Night

Summary - You're back from college for the holidays, and you've decided on exactly what you want for Christmas - Joel Miller's cock.

A/N: this was such a last minute fic im ngl rn. wasn't even planning on posting a Christmas fic, let alone my FIRST dbf joel miller smut?? anyway, i hope everyone enjoys. happy Christmas<3

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut, some good ole daddy kink, age gap (20+ years), Joel is pretty pervy in this, alcohol, divorce mentions. Not proofread because I'm tired

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

When you left for college all that time ago, Joel didn't have any strong feelings towards you. You were his best friend's kid, so naturally he saw you often, and got close with you. You were a sweet kid, kind, smart (more than him, he reckoned), and very.. determined when you wanted to be.

Now you're back for Christmas, and as he sees you exiting your dad's car, hurrying over to him, yelling “Joel! Joel! Oh, I missed you so much!” he realises how fucked up his mind might be.

Any normal guy who was reuniting with a girl he'd known since she was a teenager, and a girl he had at least 20 years on, would not be looking at how her tits bounced in her crop top, or how her leggings were tight enough to let him see just how perfect your ass was.

But Joel wasn't normal, he wasn't a good man, so he was looking for all of those things. If he'd actually been looking at your face, maybe he'd have seen you smirking. Maybe he'd have realised you wore those clothes for exactly this reason.

-

Joel, or dad's best buddy, Mr Miller, as you'd known him until you were 16 and couldn't be bothered to pay respect to your elders, had been a part of your life for a while.

Ever since your mom took off, Joel was coming around far more often and, in his own gruff and quiet way, was taking care of you more than your own father was at the time.

Nowadays, you didn't really have any resentment towards your father because of this - he'd just gotten divorced, he was going through a rough time.

But teenage you definitely did, and having Joel step in like that definitely left you with mixed feelings.

If things weren't the way they were back then, you'd probably have developed this all-encompassing crush on him even earlier.

When you were leaving for college though, the crush suddenly dived into your life, crashing down and muddling up everything you thought you knew about yourself.

Now, as you returned back home at last, you knew you had to have him, or you feared you might just lose it.

He was everything a girl.. like you, could want right now. Old, brooding, mysterious, and so fucking hot.

So as you hopped over to him where he stood in his front lawn, you made sure to hug him tight and make sure he could really feel that you weren't wearing a bra. You knew he was looking already, so why not let him feel it?

He hesitated for a moment - probably struggling with his boner which you swore you could already feel - before bringing his arms around you and clapping you on the back.

“I missed you so much, Mr Miller.” You hum sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His own eyes almost flutter shut at the name you chose to use for him, and he manages to choke out a soft missed ya too, darlin’.

That darlin’ would be enough to make you come tonight.

Your dad finally turns around after unloading your luggage and turning the car off, greeting Joel before the two of you head to your house.

-

The next day, it's Christmas Eve. Dinner rolls around, and you check over your makeup one more time. You don't want it to be too much - it would look weird, considering it was only Joel coming over (your dad was a solitary creature) - but you still had to look good for him.

The doorbell rings and you almost trip down the stairs. “I'll get it, dad!” You yell, and he thanks you, completely unaware of your motives.

You open the door, biting back a smirk when Joel immediately looks you up and down, only just managing to tear his eyes away from your chest.

“Hi, Mr Miller. It's so good to see you.” You smile sweetly.

“Hi, sweetheart… told ya y’dont have ta call me that. Joel's fine.” He says softly, eyes still a little hazy.

You step back to let him inside and immediately take one of the beers he'd brought over once he sets the case down.

“Y’old enough to drink that, honey?” He teases, mind finally out of the gutter for now.

“I'm 21 in like.. a month. It's fineeee.” You smirk, tipping your head back and taking a big swig, showing off the long column of your neck and the swell of your breasts.

His mind is back in the gutter.

Your eyes are off him for now, so he allows him to drink in the sight of you properly. A silly Christmas hat atop your curled, gorgeous hair; red sweater tight around your breasts, little candy-canes dotted around it; your skirt, far too short and he's almost certain you're teasing him now, tights underneath making him want to rip them clean off of you. Your makeup looks perfect, red lips which he knows would look perfect around his cock, mascara which he can picture smudged and ruined from tears and sweat while you fuck-

“Joel, y’made it! Cmon, sit with me.” Your dad grins, and Joel's eyes widen. What the fuck is wrong with him? He cannot be thinking that way about you.

He shakes his head, muttering something to himself before going to sit with your dad.

-

Joel finally thinks he'll have some reprieve from your incessant teasing, letting out a tired sigh as he sits on the couch, your dad on the armchair.

“Tired already, old man?” Your dad teases.

“You're older than me, asshole.” Joel grunts, earning him a chuckle.

Just then, you appear in the doorway. Of course, of-fucking-course, you'd decide to watch TV with them tonight. It's soccer, for Christ's sake, you'd always get bored out of your mind and run upstairs to go on your phone whenever the game was on.

Not today though, much to Joel's dismay.

“What're you watching?” You ask, sitting beside Joel. He tries to mask his discomfort.

“Just soccer hon, I know you don't like-” your dad starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“No, no! It's fine. I'll try watching it tonight.” You smile softly, and settle in to watch.

You clearly get bored after about 5 minutes, sighing softly.

“You really find this interesting?” You murmur to Joel, now having made yourself comfortable on his shoulder. He tried to make himself as stiff as possible when you first lay on him, but you were persistent as always, and he just gave in.

“Ain't nobody forcin’ you to watch it.” He argues, and you keep quiet after that, eventually getting up to go get the food ready.

-

Dinner is yet another trial for Joel. You've gotten just as frustrated and impatient as he is, it seems.

Leaning in front of him when serving the food, giving him a clear view of your tits. Not to mention you never serve food, set the table, but all of a sudden you're acting like little miss helpful today.

‘Accidentally’ dropping a cup and bending over in his eyeshot to pick it up.

Sitting beside him at the table instead of with your dad.

When your hand moves to his thigh, he bolts upright, earning him a look from your dad.

“Bathroom,” is all he can get out before he's rushing upstairs.

“Fucking kid. Thinks she can fuckin’.. pull all this shit with me.. thinks she can act like this in front of her dad.. fuck me.” He mutters to himself, despite undoing his belt and pulling his cock out, barely stifling his groan when he spits on his palm and starts tugging at his length so fast it's almost painful.

His mind conjures up all sorts of unholy images, and he's on the brink of release when- “Mr Miller,” you coo, knocking on the door. “is everything okay? You've been gone for like 10 minutes. Was it something in the food?”

He's so angry, so pent-up, he wants to pull you in here and just fuck that goddamn attitude out of you.

He's deathly silent, flushing, turning on the sink as he pulls his pants up, blue-balled like he'd never been before, and exiting the bathroom.

“Everything is fine.” He grits out, fists clenched as he walks past you. You eye his bulge and smirk before practically skipping down the stairs.

“He said everything's fine, daddy.” You smile to your dad, and he almost collapses. He swears he sees god for a second.

That word coming out of your mouth should absolutely not turn him on like it just did - but it did.

The rest of dinner, he's almost silent, just gulping down beer and chewing on his now cold turkey. You don't try anything with him, actually a little afraid he might just get up and leave.

Instead, you wait until the movie.

Your dad puts Die Hard on, and after a lengthy argument about whether or not it even counts as a Christmas movie, - you insist it's not and will carry that with you to the grave - you settle beside Joel.

Joel thinks he's made it through the worst of the evening, but then you shiver. You shiver again, and then you pout, and he feels obliged to ask.

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah.. can I have some of the blanket?” You whisper. Your dad is practically falling asleep in the armchair.

He goes to hand you the blanket, and you, devious as ever, put it over both of your laps, cuddling up to Joel even more.

He's on full alert right now, stiff as a log, waiting for your next game.

The movie goes on, and then your hand creeps under the sheet. Moving from the side, to your own lap, to his arm, then to his leg-

“What're you-” he grunts, but you just shush him.

“I'm trying to watch the movie, Joel.” You huff, as if your hand isn't on his cock right now.

His eyes are darting between you, the screen, his lap under the blanket, and your dad. Way too much is going on, and as you start palming him, he lets out the most pained groan. He sees you biting your lip and he's so angry, so horny, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Your dad suddenly wakes up, and the bubble pops. You pretend you're asleep on Joel's shoulder, and you know you've won when Joel tells your dad to just go on up, that he'll make sure she gets to bed.

As soon as your dad's bedroom door shuts, Joel grabs your jaw, glaring at you.

“Exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing, little girl?” He spits, and you giggle softly.

“‘m not doing anyth- ow, Joel!” You whimper when he squeezes your cheeks together.

“You gonna tell the truth now? Gonna answer me properly?” He says, tone and eyes cold as the ice on your driveway.

You nod, trying to stifle your whimper. He eases the grip on your jaw, still holding it, before asking you again.

“What do you think you're doing?” He says through clenched teeth, and you know he's not fucking around anymore.

“I.. I just..” Fuck it, you may as well shoot your shot, otherwise what was the point of everything tonight anyway?

“I wanted you to fuck me, Joel.”

Creak goes the step at the top of your staircase, and you squeak, jumping off the couch as Joel pulls the blanket and a pillow over his lap. You rush upstairs past your dad, hurriedly bidding him goodnight before slamming your door.

“Just came to grab my phone. Everythin' alright..?” He asks, brows furrowed at your skittish behaviour.

Joel nods, and your dad leaves him alone.

His cock has been throbbing for hours. So long that it's actually painful. But now he can't do anything. You and your dad are upstairs, you'll be asleep in 5 minutes, and Joel will just have to pretend it's your pussy wrapped around his length when he fucks his fist in the guest bedroom tonight.

-

Guilt gnaws away at him as he cleans his come off of his hand and stomach, tossing the tissues into the bin before changing into some sweats and managing to fall asleep after half an hour of tossing and turning.

The world seems to hate him, since he wakes up at 2am, heading to the bathroom only to walk past your bedroom and hear you moaning. He can't make out what you're moaning - but he has a good idea - and he's thankful your doors are quiet when he opens the one to your room.

You're facing away from the door, legs spread, face in your pillow as your hips buck, fingers working your pussy furiously.

“Joel, Joel, fuck-” you gasp, whimpering as you get close.

Fuck this.

If he didn't get to come for the entire evening, you did not get to come right now.

He walks over to you, morales abandoned, and growls your name.

You squeak, biting your lip as you turn and look at him. You'd been so close, but now you're too petrified to finish.

“Joel, I-”

“Not another word.”

It's the last thing he says before he flips you back onto your stomach, pushing your head down into the pillows.

“You're gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up while I fuck this needy pussy. You understand me?”

You part your lips to reply, earning a spank to your ass.

“Can't fuckin’ listen, can ya? No talking, baby.”

You nod, whimpering as he pushes your head back down and pulls your soaked panties off, tossing them onto the floor.

“Fuck, look at her. Drippin’ for me, ain't she? Didn't know you were such a slut, babygirl.” He teases, knuckles dragging along your slit, and you cry into the pillow, hips bucking back against his hand.

Another spank, making you moan, trying to stop your hips from bucking once more.

“You take what you're fucking given. Do you understand me?”

You nod, having learnt from your mistakes.

“Good girl. Knew you could listen for me.” He coos, before he's thrusting two of his thick fingers into your dripping heat.

You gasp and whine, moaning his name into the pillow, almost tearing your sheets with how hard you grip them.

“That's right.. moan my name. Fuckin’ slut.” He grunts, head ducking down to tease your clit with his tongue. You almost lose it, starting to clench hard and fast around his fingers. You're right on the edge when he pulls away.

“Joel!” You practically sob, deflating as your orgasm drifts away.

“Shh, shh. You thought you could tease me all night and still get off? Y’thought wrong, honey.” He coos, mocking, pulling down his sweatpants and slicking up his cock with your wetness, giving you no warning as he starts to push in.

“Ohh, fuck. Knew you'd be tight for me, baby. That's it, good girl.” He groans, bottoming out. He allows you to cry his name into the pillow, but when he starts really fucking you, it gets too much.

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into you, making you almost scream, back arching and hips bucking - unsure if you want him to get out, or fuck you even harder.

He decides for you, starting to pound into you. The only sounds in the room are your broken moans, his heavy breathing, and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.

“Joel- Joel- pl-please I'm gonna come- please Daddy-” you moan, and his hips stutter before he's pulling you up by your hair, his back to your chest when he resumes his aggressive thrusts.

“Shut- the fuck- up.” He pants in-between thrusts, and you whimper, brows drawing together as you get close. He starts rubbing your clit and you see stars, unable to stop yourself from coming.

“Fuckfuckfuck yes, yes daddy- oh my god-” you sob, before he's pulling out and manhandling you onto your back, thrusting back inside to the hilt, palm covering your mouth.

“You better shut up right now unless you want your real daddy to wake up, find us here like this-” you curse silently when you clench around him at the thought - what is wrong with you?

“Oh, you like that? Dirty fucking girl. Such a slut for daddy, huh?” You clench tighter at that, and his thrusts speed up, pace irregular. “Yeah, you fuckin’ like that.”

His hand leaves your mouth and you cover it yourself, not wanting to anger him anymore.

“‘s okay, baby.” He murmurs, taking your hand from your mouth and leaning down to kiss you. As he does, his hand goes to your clit, and you moan loudly, muffled slightly by the kiss, as your back arches off the bed and you come so hard you see stars, setting off his own release and making him groan, biting your shoulder as he fills you up.

It's quiet for a moment, save for your shared panting, before he pulls out.

“Fuck, honey..” he murmurs, watching your shared fluids dribble out of your cunt, gathering them up on his fingers and pushing them back into your tight hole.

“Made such a mess, didn't we?” He says softly, brushing your hair away from your eyes as you giggle softly, nodding.

“That was so good.” You whisper, and he nods, gathering you up in your arms.

“Joel, you can't stay in here-” you mutter, confused.

“Just relax, honey. I'll leave in the mornin’. Just let me hold you for now.”

You're utterly perplexed, but you're definitely not complaining, swallowed up by his warmth and drifting off within a minute.

-

The next morning, you're opening presents, and you bite your lip when he reads his card from you. At the bottom, you'd added - come to my room afterwards for the second part of your gift - and when he comes upstairs afterwards, it's safe to say he doesn't leave for a good hour.

Dividers by @adornedwithlight <3

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Have a good Christmas everyone!! ❤️

[mocchii-writes]

can you do a dae ho fic, with him being super protective and defending the reader, but she shows her own strength (maybe even saving him) and he is so star struck and falls in love immediately

She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Paring: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader Summary: Dae-ho felt the need to protect you, but didn't expect how starstruck he could be when you returned the favor. Words: 1k Warnings: death, guns, swearing, violence, normal squid game stuff lols A/n: I hope I didn't make this too Y/n lmao ♡ ~🍡🍡

It's definitely hard to trust people here, to say the least. You see it all, just about. The blood of hundreds stains your clothes, and the screams you’ll probably have in your nightmares feel like a fever dream. Your survival instinct can only get you so far, though, and you know it. You need to find a backup.

You expect some kind of weapon to fill the gap in your barrier. You could break a mirror in the bathrooms, maybe? It's an understatement to say the supplies are limited, and you just barely make it through the last game. You can tell you're a target. Maybe not a huge one, but everybody here has someone after them, and it's easy and difficult at the same time to be discreet here.

But it isn't a weapon you get for help--it's a man. He doesn't hesitate to help you out when you need it, and you know that he’s valuable in this setting. You call him Dae-ho. Probably because that's his name, but it still has some meaning to you. Hopefully to him, too. It feels right, rolling off of your tongue, but you digress.

He seems to care about you, at least compared to some of the heartless shells of people here. You've both found solace in each other, and he truly made you feel safe, even if you had only known each other for a few days. You talk to one another. He tells you about his life, his past. You tell him about your past, your life. It's a small feeling of comfort, at least to you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of lights out being announced by that cold voice that makes your skin shiver. You kick your legs, sitting on a bed as you look at Dae-ho across the room. He's discussing something with his little group. He'd previously invited you to join, but you said you'd rather keep your circle small. You swing your legs, looking at his face. It's very serious, but he's pretty far away. He says something, and then you feel his eyes on you. He nods briefly at someone else as he heads to you. Your face shows concern as his serious demeanor doesn't falter.

"You need to be near us tonight, preferably in our base." You think he's joking, but you don't laugh, just in case.

""Base"?" You ask, smiling. "Why?" He rolls his eyes a bit, but you can't say you blame him. "I can handle myself." He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"I'm not going to argue with you about that, but I could." You squint at him but chuckle. "Mr. Seong says people are going to fight tonight. He has a plan to keep us safe, and he said you can join."

"I thought we were gonna place bets." You smile. "My money is on that greasy guy who hangs out with the purple-haired asshole." He doesn't look amused, so you sigh. "How do you know he's not trying to get you killed?" You ask, dropping your egotistic demeanor.

"All he does is try to help us. Please." He says, pleading with you to have some common sense. You knew you would eventually accept, but you didn't like the thought.

"I'll think about it, alright?" He sighs and smiles a little. He knows he should take what he can get, but he hates the thought of someone hurting you.

Dae-ho isn't sure why he's taken the responsibility to protect you, but he has. He thinks of you like a flower sometimes. He can't make you take care of yourself if you don't want to, but he knows he's going to protect you anyway because everybody deserves a chance.

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You were lost in your thoughts, breaking out when you hear the robotic voice again.

"Player 230, 401, 299, 331, and 268, eliminated."

What? How? Your eyes track the room and land on Dae-ho, who's staring at the guards, confused. You make eye contact briefly, before people emerge from the bathrooms.

They go on to accuse each other of attacking the opposing team, creating an edge in the room. You're not listening very closely, though. Maybe Dae-ho was on to something when he said you should hide tonight.

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Update: He very much was right.

But you can't really think about that because there are far bigger issues at hand.

The lights are flickering so intensely you're afraid they might explode, and there's too much yelling and screaming to organize your thoughts. People are moving everywhere like scattering ants, and everything is a weapon for everyone. There's blood, a lot of it, all over the floor. You run, but it's like playing operation with corpses. You have scrapes from falling off your bed and defending yourself as you regret acting tough to Dae-ho.

Your ears are ringing, only because of a punch you just took. Everything is moving at the speed of light, and you don't have time to catch up. You kick back and stun the other person enough to run away. You feel a hand on your shoulder as you whip around, ready to fight.

To your brief luck, it's Dae-ho. He says something you can't hear and then pushes you behind him. You almost scoff if you weren't truly afraid for your life. He punches the person following you but quickly takes one himself. You try to move him, but he blocks your entrance again. You shout to him, telling him to let you help, but he probably can't hear you. You see someone holding a glass bottle sprinting to you, and your instinct finally kicks in. Literally.

You shift to the left and swiftly kick them, stunning them enough to drop their bottle as you punch them, their head ramming against a bed frame as they slide down, eyes closed. You force yourself to look away from the small pool of blood forming and push down the sick feeling in your stomach. You look for Dae-ho, to see him still fighting. He appears to be losing, though you can't hold it against him.

You don't hesitate to pull the guy off of him, grabbing his shirt from behind and throwing him down as best you could. He sits up, but you kick him hard in the face, knocking him out. You're better at this than you thought. You see another lady running to you, screaming. You quickly pick up the discarded glass bottle and shatter it against her skull. The lights turn on as guards rush in, appearing to stop the fighting.

You pant, wiping unknown blood from your face as you look to Dae-ho. You expect him to look horrified at least, but he's simply staring at you. You tilt your head at him.

"You... handled that." He says, grabbing your arm and bringing you to his "base".

"I said I could," you smirk, "You seem surprised."

"No, I'm impressed." He laughs dryly.

That stressful moment didn’t feel like it would ever end, but it did, and you found yourself still standing. Or at least, still breathing. Dae-ho was too, which was the only thing you cared about at the moment. You leaned against the wall, your body trembling from the adrenaline. He was sitting across from you, his eyes anywhere but you.

"You're full of surprises," he says, his body seemed to hint at something softer than what his voice did.

"You thought I wasn't?" you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"I never said that." He pauses, looking at his hands before looking at you. "I'm just happy you're okay."

His words linger in the air for a moment, and you’re unsure how to respond. You’d only met him a few days ago, but Dae-ho had become more than just an ally. He was someone you could trust in a place where trust was a gamble most people couldn’t afford to make.

"You didn't have to stick your neck out for me," you say, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice wavers slightly.

"I wanted to," he replies simply, as though the decision had been easy. He finally drags his eyes to look at you. "You make this mess... bearable."

You feel your cheeks flush despite the blood coating your skin. His honesty is unexpected, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Not anymore. You’d seen too much in such a short time to waste moments of purity.

"Dae-ho," you start, but his name on your tongue makes you falter. You take a breath and try again. "I don’t know how much longer either of us will make it here, but... you give me hope in this place, I guess."

His smile is small, but it reaches his eyes this time. He shifts closer, closing the space between you two. "Then we survive for each other. Okay?"

You nod, a warmth blooming in your chest that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like years.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the world outside of this moment feels small. The chaos, the blood, the fear—all of it fades away. In its place is Dae-ho, his presence holding your soul in an unfamiliar but welcome warmth.

You're both specks of dust in a hurricane, and you both know it. But, for this moment, you know you'll have a place to rest in the heart of this chaos. You can't say you're in love, but as he gently rests his hand over yours, you can't say you couldn't be.

So, I kind of love this, lmk what you think ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller 90s AU: Lily's Rental

This came to me in a dream. I don't know how much of it I'm going to write, but I love the late 90s as a setting and couldn't resist.

Masterlist

tw: hypnosis, kidnapping

September 12, 1998

Lisa shook her can of Mountain Dew, dismayed that there didn't seem to be any more in it. She'd had three sodas tonight and was still struggling to stay awake.

She was working the late shift at the video store again, and she was really more bored than she was tired, the endless preview reel playing on the TV above her head doing little to hold her attention. She'd grown tired of the book she brought with her, she'd already restocked the candy and cleaned out the returns, and as she lived in a city that very much slept, there weren't a lot of customers so late on a weeknight.

Maybe no one would notice if she rested her head on the counter for just a few minutes and…

The sound of the door sliding open had her jerking back awake. "Welcome to Blockbuster, can I help you find anything?" she said on instinct.

"Well, you're a helpful one!" said the customer in an annoyingly cloying voice. "But we're just looking to browse the movies. Don't mind us."

She was wearing a floral sundress and tights, and looked a little too put-together for someone looking to rent a video at 11:40pm on a Tuesday. Trailing behind her was a man with a purple flannel shirt, a long blonde ponytail, and sunglasses perched on his head for some reason.

Far from the strangest people she saw in this job, of course.

"I'm feeling something with a lot of action," said the man as he walked deeper into the store. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking of -- ooh, no one told me Titanic was out on video!" The woman had stopped in front of the cardboard Titanic standee, apparently having lived under a rock until today.

"Did you somehow miss the nonstop ads on TV?" said the man, echoing Lisa's thoughts.

"I don't have time to watch that much TV. Some of us work for a living, you know," she said. "We have to rent this."

"Isn't it supposed to be four hours long? You know my attention span sucks."

"It'll be fine. I'll let you know when the interesting parts are happening."

Normally Lisa would mind her own business and not be especially interested in the usual chitchat of customers picking out movies, but right now it was the only thing keeping her alert. She idly flipped through a catalog as they talked.

The man picked up one of the many rental copies of Titanic and flipped it in his hands, a dubious look on his face. "I guess. And Lex might like it, he loves tragedy. It's cute when he's trying not to cry."

"I don't know, does Lex watch movies with color? You might blow his mind."

"I'm pretty sure he's still getting used to talkies."

"Anyway, I'm definitely getting this," said the woman. "And I think there's something else I'd like to take with me…"

Her tone of voice was a little strange. Lisa's brows furrowed in confusion as she pretended to be interested in winter fashion.

"Oh, right," the man said. "Brian wanted some video game. Ah, shit, what was it? I should've written it down. Final something."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Come on, Fitz, I want to show you something."

The two disappeared behind the rack of horror movies, their voices too low for Lisa to hear what they were saying. She was starting to get uneasy now. They were probably planning to shoplift, which was not at all the kind of excitement she was hoping for. Lisa ran her hand over the panic button on the underside of the counter, just in case.

The two split up and seemed to be browsing the movies. Lisa was keeping her eye on the man -- Fitz, what a goofy name -- who was over by the video game rentals, watching if he tried to slip one under his shirt. At the moment, he was staring at the video games as though they were some puzzle he needed to solve. This guy really didn't seem clever enough to get past our security, so maybe he was a distraction while --

"Hello, I had a question!" said the woman cheerfully. She had walked up to the front desk without Lisa even noticing, because she was too focused on the other customer.

It was probably part of their scheme -- the woman would distract the clerk, while the man stole video games. Lisa made a point of keeping her eye on Fitz while talking to her. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if you have any good movies to help me sleep at night. Something calm… relaxing…" She yawned, and Lisa had to fight not to yawn along with her. "I have a hard time sleeping, and I take medicine that makes me so drowsy, so I could really use videos that will help me sleep."

"Um…" Lisa blinked slowly, feeling like her head was stuffed full of cotton. "We have some, um… some nature videos. Over there in the nature video section. Those are relaxing." God, she was way too fucking tired for this. She couldn't even think straight.

"Nature videos do sound relaxing. So, so relaxing." The woman's voice was very soothing, and her eyes were soothing too. "I think I might be able to fall asleep to a video of rain or waterfalls. Do you have anything else that would help me sleep? I get so tired this late at night."

Lisa yawned wide, and as oxygen hit her brain, she realized that she was being super unprofessional (not that she would get in trouble or anything) and that she had completely lost track of Fitz. Instead, she was gazing into this stranger's eyes, like that was a normal thing to do. "Well… uh…" she said, trying to tear herself away. "I think we probably have… like, lullaby videos for babies? In the kid videos. And we probably have some meditation videos over in the self-help section."

"Lullabies sound perfect," said the woman, a comforting smile on her face that made Lisa feel warm inside. "Lullabies are perfect when it's time for you to go to sleep. Don't you think so, Fitz?"

"I think you're right, Lily."

Lisa's hand was grasped by hands that were cold but incredibly soft. She realized that Fitz had also come up to the front desk, and was holding her hand for some bizarre reason. Before her sluggish thoughts could catch up to her and she could try to pull away, he began to rub a slow circle into her palm, and Lisa…

…just couldn't…

"There we go, sweet girl. You're so tired, aren't you? Tired and sleepy," said the woman. Lily.

"Mmm, she looks so drowsy. Like she could nod off at any second," Fitz agreed, as he stroked the palm of her hand so gently, a motion that seemed to steal away her focus and muddle her thoughts.

"Drowsy and docile. You'll be drowsy and docile for me, won't you?"

Fitz used his other hand to run his fingers down her jaw and tip her chin into his gaze. "You heard her. Drowsy and docile. Isn't that right?"

Lisa felt herself nod slowly. "Drowsy… and docile…" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a million miles away.

This wasn't right. There were alarms going off in the back of her mind, warning her of the danger. They were going to rob her. She was going to be in so much trouble. Why was she acting like this? Why couldn't she wake herself up?

"Shhh, shhh, just relax, dear," said Lily. "Everything's just fine. You're tired, aren't you? You just want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." Fitz's fingers traced down her neck. "Just go to sleep."

"I… I don't…" Lisa's vision was blurring, the buzzing fluorescent lights slipping in and out of her mind as her eyes began to close.

"It's okay, dear. Just have a little nap. You're safe with us. You can sleep."

"You look so, so tired. You want to shut those eyelids, don't you?"

"You do. You want to shut those heavy eyelids and go to sleep. It's time to sleep, dear. Sleep…"

Lisa, making a last ditch effort to resist whatever was happening here, pulled open her leaden eyelids. The new releases shelf was at an angle -- no, her head was tipped over, almost sinking onto the counter. Why couldn't she snap out of it, stay awake? It all felt like a dream -- not even the strangest dream she'd had about the shop.

"Poor sleepy girl," Lily whispered in her ear. "You're going to fall asleep now, all right? No more resisting, no more fighting, just a comfortable deep sleep."

The drowsiness was pouring into her from her hand and face where Fitz was touching her, like she was being drugged. Her thoughts strayed briefly to the panic button under the counter before her eyes shut and she slumped over completely. She just couldn't seem to stop herself from falling asleep…

"I've got her." Hands wrapped around Lisa's waist, and Fitz's voice was much closer now. "I can see why you wanted to take her. She smells delicious."

"I know good merchandise when I see it," said Lily.

Delicious? Merchandise? Lisa tried to stir.

"Shh, don't worry about it," said Lily, brushing hair out of Lisa's face. "Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams."

Lisa could feel herself being lifted in the air and carried, but she was too much asleep to protest or do anything about it.

"So I'm guessing we're taking her to the auction house, then?" said Fitz. "D'you think the Blockbuster's going to charge us a late fee if we don't return her?"

"Very funny, and yes, let's take her to the auction house. We can run a background check to make sure we haven't picked up anything too dangerous. I'm thinking she's going to fetch a nice payday," said Lily. "Oh, is this the video game your thrall wanted?"

"Hell if I know, but it's probably close enough. Could you grab that for me? Thanks."

Cool night air hit Lisa's face, waking her up just slightly as she realized she must be outside. Someone needs to close up the shop, she thought in a bleary daze. She heard a car door open.

"Stay with her in the back and keep her asleep, okay?"

"You're better at keeping thralls asleep. Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

"No, because I'm also better at driving. It'll be easier to keep her calm if we don't have you slamming the brakes and pounding the horn --"

"Oh c'mon, I only do that to people who deserve it."

The next thing Lisa knew, she was laying down. Her legs were only halfway on the seat and her head was in someone's lap. A chilled hand stroked her forehead and combed through her hair, and Lisa couldn't help but sink into it, losing herself.

"…could just take her home, you know."

"…don't think she's…"

"…don't you think she'd be a good match for…"

"…but she'd be worth…"

The voices slowly faded away as Lisa slipped deeper into slumber.

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[jellyskink]

The Doc is OUT (For the day.)

"Callie I'm home! And I got you a treeaattt~!"

Irene's voice rang through her studio apartment with a mix of excitement and weariness. She was finally done with work for the day, seeing her child was what she was looking forward to the most after today.

(Hm... I don't see her waiting for me at the door as usual, where could she be?)

Unceremoniously kicking off her shoes next to door, she tosses her jacket onto her sofa, after which she follows suit onto.

Today was just like any other, day in and day out from the medical office. The same car troubles, the same usual bickering with Mr. Ibis, the same dang stress of worrying how soon the world as she knew it was going to end, but on top of it all off, she had another appointment with Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines that day.

(I just don't get that guy. Nothing about his lifestyle or even state of being makes sense! This is the first time in my entire career I can't figure out SOME kind of pattern with my patient.)

Dr. Pine's entire situation confused her, and the cherry on top was that his medical records were just as confusing and a mess to figure out.

(I just don't get it, there's such a wide gap of time between any kind of medical logs that have information on Dr.Pines. It's almost like he went MISSING for a while in his life.)

Thinking about this all really made her headache worse. Her hands reached up to her temples as she began to massage them gently. It didn't help much, but it was better than nothing.

Irene found herself sighing loudly as an adorably unearthly meow rang in her ear and she felt an otherworldly ball of fur lay on her head.

"mRrowww..."

"Daww hello my little angel! I missed you so much!"

Her hands immediately went from her own to the incomprehensiblely adorable ball of fur that gave her so much reason in her life. She was her baby, her adorable little cat Calamari.

Calamari happily purred in response to Irene's affection. Irene knew she was a walking trope of a lonely cat lady who treated her cat like her own flesh and blood, but she didn't care. Calamari was really the only family she had right now, and the foolish trope was one that was lame anyway.

"Guess what? I got you a treat while I was out today! It's your favorite! A tuna flavored cat biscuit!"

Reaching into her pocket, Irene revealed the cat biscuit to her fluffy friend. Before she had the chance to unwrap it, she felt it dematerialize from her hand like it was going out of style.

"Haha! I knew you'd love it! You're so cute!!"

Alright so Callie rarely ate with her mouth and preferred to absorb most food items into her third eye. It wasn't normal but it was very much still adorable! Even if staring into said eye for too long made you space out and question life for twenty minutes.

Calamari happily rubbed her head onto Irene's hand after finishing her treat.

(I know there isn't a ton of reliable studies that show animals such as cats can thank people, but Callie's a smart kitty, I'm sure she knows how! It definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing she could do. Hmm, it is getting pretty late now, I should probably get dinner taken care of, I'm pretty hungry right now myself.)

With a sigh and movements as graceful as she could, she picked up Calamari and cradled her as she reached for her phone and opened up her flipphone.

(I... really don't feel like cooking today. You know what? I'm going to splurge and get takeout tonight.

But what? Chinese? No I need to watch my sodium intake... Spaghetti Bolognese from that one Italian restaurant a couple blocks down? Tempting as that is one of my favorite foods, and the owner does owe me a couple of favors themselves, but then again I get that a lot, I don't want to get tired of it by accident...)

Calamari flopped around in her arms playfully as she contemplated what she wanted to eat.

(Ah of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner! Pizza! It isn't the healthiest choice either, but I could seriously go for it right now! Now where did I put that one pizza place's number...)

After what felt like eternity waiting for her pizza delivery order, Irene heard a knock on the door as she opened it. The pizza she ordered placed politely on top of her cat shaped doormat, looking as much as a treasure as an ancient relic in the moment.

(Gotta say I'm glad I'm able to pay by card for this... I'm really not in the mood to talk right now to anyone.)

Happily taking the pizza into her home, Irene flopped down onto her couch, Calamari immediately following suit.

The pizza was as delectable as ambrosia in that moment. The crust was perfectly golden brown and spiced with italian seasoning, the sauce was the perfect balance of sweet and savory, spiced to perfection, and the cheese and pepperoni on top was the perfect way to end the wonderful layers of the pizza pie. And was that basil added on top? It was!!

The pizza was cut into squares, triangle pizza at least for the past year wasn't very popular with establishments or certain people, especially if it was just a cheese pizza, but that didn't matter at all to Irene.

Before she knew it Irene found herself eating the entire pizza, sharing some of the cheese and pepperoni with Calamari since that was her favorite part to eat.

(Ah I didn't mean to indulge so much tonight... well you know what? It was delicious! Who knows how long it's been since I last ate a nice meal that WASN'T something from the hospital cafeteria...)

Calamari at this point was sleeping next to Irene on the couch, satisfied and happily napping.

(Daw... I'm glad she liked it too, thank goodness the ingredients in this are alright to give to her in moderation, I have trouble saying no to my darling little Calamari!)

Noticing the time, Irene decided it was time to get ready for bed. There were patients to see and work for her to do tomorrow.

(I really want to wear my comfiest and favorite pajamas tonight, where are they? I know I washed them and had them in my pile of clean laundry on my bed... aha! Here they are!)

Irene quickly threw on her favorite pajamas, an oversized nightshirt with the words "Live, Laugh, CatMom" printed on it in cursive accompanyed by a silly picture of a cat Irene absolutely adored. Paired with it were her flowy and comfortable pajama bottoms, decorated with pictures of cats with silly mustaches.

(Finally done for the day, I really should fold my laundry and put it away... Ehhh I'll do it tomorrow. For now I'll just put the clothes and the basket on my dinnertable.)

Nighttime quickly began to set as Irene sat at her worn down antique vanity desk. The stars were beautiful at this hour, glittering throughout the night, they were one of the only things that stayed consistent and normal in Irene's life.

(Geez, no matter how many times I look at myself in the mirror I can't help but notice how quickly time passes. Stress really isn't doing your already awkward looks any favors... Maybe I need to change up my look again? But how?

Maybe I should get back into trying to learn makeup and more "modern" fashion... Or maybe a new haircut? Maybe not that latter option, I'm quite happy with my bob, it's certainly been easier to care for my hair lately, and I'm not sure I could pull off anything shorter or more... "Adventurous.")

"Mrrroww??" With a quick leap, Calamari jumped onto the desk, knocking over a few cosmetics, toiletries, and photos while doing so.

"Woah! Careful my dear! Haha you always seem to know when something is bothering me..."

*Sigh* "I suppose I'm just worried about myself again is all. You know me, whenever I'm not worrying about how I look, I worry about my work."

(I guess I just, never expected my life to go this way I suppose. Cipher really did throw a wrench into a lot of my plans in life. I mean, did anyone expect any of this to happen? I'm ashamed to admit I was arrogant in the beginning, I believed this all couldn't be possible, that it'd be solved soon if anything, I believed it couldn't cause as much problems and dangers to the world as it did...)

"You know what they say, every rose has it's thorn, although I certainly feel like I have more thorns than rose sometimes..."

(I'll never forget my first reaction to being sent out as a part of the group of doctors to help the people evacuating Gravity Falls. There was so much panic, so much chaos, and some of the wounds I had to patch up weren't anything you'd ever normally deal with even if you worked in the ER.

It almost seemed unreal, that any moment someone would say "cut" and it would end like a movie.)

(It's these kind of moments of panic that really make me childishly wish that the world of medical science was as simple as we believed it was as kids, that all it really took was being rushed to the infirmary, some rest, a bandaid, and some care to heal whatever was hurting somone.)

(But that wasn't how things were. It was much more complicated than that, and the kicker was that you always held your patient's life in your line like a tether. Whenever that tether broke and you couldn't help fix it no matter how hard you tried, having to tell the patient's family their loved one was gone... It's almost too much to bear sometimes.)

"I'm so thankful I have you though Callie, I really think you're one of the only good things to come out of this mess and into my life."

"Woof!"

"Haha!! That's a new one! You never cease to surprise me girl! That and the weird things you sometimes bring me home..."

(When she was younger it was normal stuff like mice, small birds, and insects. Nowadays it was much more... weird. When it wasn't something like a gnome panicking for it's life or an eyebat, it was random items.)

(At first it was pretty normal, like a sparkly pink ribbon probably used to tie up hair or something, black nail polish, or what I'm assuming is someone's art project for pins of what I'm guessing is a top hat and bow tie??)

(Then it became weirder and more varied. For example, she once brought home a weird plush that resembles Dr. Pines in a way. That one in particular was odd because I don't think I've ever seen Dr. Pines smile in such a showboating way, let alone wear anything that wasn't of any semblance to "his muse". The suit seemed normal but the fez was definitely the weirdest thing.)

(Most recently she brought home some kind of sentient gummy lizard-snake thing. It had jumped out of my hands when I had tried to take it outside to release it, and I still haven't found it to this day. Sometimes I swear spot it moving around somewhere from the corner of my eye while I'm at home...)

"Anyways, how about we head to bed? I know I'm tired today after an exhausting day!"

(I'll clean up my vanity later, it's certainly getting way too late for me to be up at this hour...)

With that, Irene promptly headed to bed with Calamari following in tow. She promptly fell asleep quickly after laying her head down, despite wanting to spend some more time thinking about things.

Unbeknownst to her though, up high in a corner of the wall of her apartment, was a cute little housespider sitting on it's web.

Of course the next morning Calamari would be found by Irene playing with this exact spider.

A cute little spider, with a strange pattern that strangely looked like a certain evil dorito with an eye. :)

(I'm really glad you and others liked my cringey fanfiction! It definitely surprised me and had me smiling ear to ear!

I hope you don't mind I kinda winged it with Oleander's character. I thought she kinda gave off the vibes of a tomboy/tomboy in her youth while also the vibes of the "determined doctor" trope. Hopefully this doesn't clash with your actual ideas for her? I love the idea too of her being a dorky cat lady too lol.

I seriously loved the details you made about Calamari! I thought it'd be funny if her teleporting power also let her travel dimensions for funsies, because imagine all of the mischief she could cause! Especially if she likes to steal Bill and Ford's stuff the most lmaoo.)

I LOVE cat mom Oleander!! And Calamari stealing stuff from other universes? PERFECT. I DEEPLY hope she steals things from other AU Fords!

And, Ford. Honey. Baby. Calamari isn't the reason you lost the cat show.

(I think I'll call this ask fiction! I'll put these in that tag, for those who want to find them again!! c: )

[kayharrisons]

Sirens in the beat of your heart [The Vandal x afab!Reader] [18+]

Summary: it's a run of the mill job. Get in, grab the diamonds, get out. It goes off without a hitch, you're on your way out.

Goes off without a hitch, that is, until you come across a vandal, right in the middle of your exit plan.

A/N: gang I'm back at it again with another Spike Fearn character fic 🧍‍♀️ and THIS ONE DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME AHAHAHA HE'S JUST CREDITED AS THE VANDAL??? But y'know what, mystery makes it hotter right 👀 i know nothing ab Batman or DC btw I'm just here to write smut for the character 🧍‍♀️also I don't super write the dialect but I imagine he has a New Yorker accent! Since Gotham is inspired by NY and all from what I've read lol

Fic warnings: stealing, vandalism, public sex, sex with a stranger, vaginal fingering, name calling (slut, whore, etc), no protection (wrap it UP guys), the mask stays ON during sex, choking, threatening behaviour, reader is briefly scared by him but man is she horny ab it, american Spike 🧍‍♀️

It was too easy.

The diamonds are heavy in your wool coat's pocket, a comforting weight by your side, an indicator of a job well done.

A reminder that it was too fucking easy grabbing them tonight.

You're half expecting the caped crusader himself to pop out of the shadows and deck you for these ever so precious jewels.

Fucking vigilantes, man.

You're casual as you exit the Gala, completely fucking normal. You smile politely at strangers, engage in casual conversation when it's initiated. You're a goddamned pro at this, alright? You've yet to be caught, yet to be rumbled.

Which, in Gotham, feels like an achievement in itself.

You wait until you're fifteen minutes away, long gone from the venue, all things considered, before getting in contact with your boss to let him know the deed was done.

Piece of cake, right?

The smell of paint, of fumes, the sound of compressed air hissing...

You curse softly.

You're dressed to the nines, ladies dressed to the nines definitely don't walk down alleys like this.

Thieves like you, however, totally do.

"Someone's coming!"

"Fucking go, then!"

There's the sound of rapid footsteps, mercifully heading in the opposite direction to you. Would be real fucking awkward if they came your way after all.

"I'll call you back," you mutter to your boss, hanging up the call after he warns you to be careful. You wave him off, because you've been doing this gig since you were eleven, you know how to take care of yourself.

One lone man has stayed behind, his back to you as he adds the finishing touches to a rather artful insult towards Gotham P.D.

The little pig with a bat mask is a nice touch, in your opinion.

"That's illegal, you know." you sing song as you sidle past him, cocky, arrogant.

He drops the can in an instant, hand snapping out to grab your wrist. You tense, eyes flickering up the glove clad hand, up the black material of his jacket and...

He keeps a bandana on his face, the lower half completely covered by it. Stormy blue eyes glare at you, his forehead hidden by a beanie, by the hood pulled over it.

"What's it to you, anyway?" he asks, gruff, accent thick. Gotham native, definitely. The thick New Yorker accent isn't hard to miss.

"Concerned citizen and all," you say, trying your best to look unaffected by his tight grip, by the steely eyes.

You've always been a sucker for pretty eyes, and does this dude have em.

Ugh. You need to get laid.

"Right, sure thing, sweetheart," he taunts, smirk audible in his voice. "S'that why you're running around down here with all us lowlife criminals? Tryna keep us in check?"

"Jesus, man, never heard of a sarcastic remark?"

"Bet you've got em in spades, huh?" he asks wryly, eyes narrowing at you.

"Bucketfuls of em. Something, something, childhood trauma, coping mechanism. I'm sure you know how it is."

"Why the fuck would I-?"

"Normal, well adjusted dudes don't spraypaint pigs wearing bat cowls. Nice work, by the way. Very artful."

His grip tightens on your wrist at that, and he tugs you closer, his narrowed eyes scrutinising you from head to toe.

"Pretty girls like you don't belong in places like this, sweetheart." he informs you, gruffly, in such a way that it causes heat to pool deep in your belly.

Jesus christ, you seriously need to get dicked down.

"Maybe I do?" you shoot back, tugging your wrist free of his grip. "You don't know shit, dude-"

He shoves your back against the wall, keeping you pinned there by your throat. Your eyes widen, startled, a glimpse of terror shining in them.

That causes his grip to tighten around your throat, your breath stuttering at the action, your panties fucking flooding with arousal.

You need laid. You need to go to the fucking bar after this and get screwed so fucking good your brain turns to mush.

His eyes widen a touch at the look on your face. At how quickly your fear has melted into arousal. His fingers flex around your throat, and to your humiliation, a whine escapes you.

"Are you-" he blinks, eyes giving you a slow once over. "Are you getting fucking turned on by this? What the fuck-?"

"Look man-" you seethe, poking a finger into his chest. "I haven't had a good lay in months. And I happen to be a lady who enjoys a good choking. So sue me for just- for my body's reactions, alright?"

His blue eyes are damn near black with how large his pupils have gotten, only a thin ring of blue left behind as the pupils drown out the ocean of his eyes.

"You dirty little slut," he whispers, free hand reaching out, slowly unbuttoning your coat. Agonisingly slowly. It's a glacial pace really. But goddamn does the action get you wetter than a fucking waterfall, the anticipation of it all makes you crave more. "Look at you, already squirming like a bitch in heat. I haven't even fucking touched you, yet."

"Been a while." you inform him, clipped, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

You don't know him. This is wrong. You haven't even seen his fucking face.

But, you reason, is it any different to screwing some rando at the bar? You don't learn their names, you only use them for their bodies and go on your merry way.

"Months, you said, wasn't it?" He hums, parting your coat open, exposing the silky number you'd draped on your body tonight. He whistles, low, warm fingers reaching out and running up and down the smooth material. "Well, you're all prettied up, aren'tcha? Been anywhere nice, hm?"

"Just- some party- who cares-?"

"Making polite conversation, is all," he teases, fingers grazing over your pebbling nipples. Your breath hitches, hips bucking instinctively, and he briefly grips your throat tighter in warning. "Now, now, baby," he grins, you're unable to see his smile of course, but the crinkle of his eyes gives him away. His fingers don't stop stroking over your nipples, circling them, ever so gently pulling on them. Anything he can to make you squirm. "Let me take my time with you, you desperate little slut. Who lets guys they don't know touch up on em like this in a fucking alley where anyone can see them?"

Well, you don't have an argument for that.

He can clearly tell, judging by the smug look that comes to his eyes. His hand leaves your breast, gliding down the silk of your dress and to your stomach, where he starts to pull it up, leaving creases in the silky material as he slides his hand further down. Further. Further...

You moan at the feeling of his gloved fingers dipping beneath your panties, immediately finding your wet heat and leisurely stroking back and forth over your folds.

Jesus fucking christ, it feels too good.

You slowly rock your hips against his hand, and he groans, pressing closer to you, his muffled breaths panting right by your ear. It seriously turns you on more than you care to admit.

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" he groans by your ear, resulting in another moan from you, as he slowly, deliberately, circles your clit. "Look at you, putty in my hands. A stranger's hands, at that."

"Please," you breathe, desperate for him, to be filled up with-

You don't beg anymore than that, two of his long fingers sliding through your folds and up inside of your cunt. Your moan of sheer pleasure echoes through the alleyway, which is soon filled by the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you, scissoring every other thrust to stretch you wider.

You should feel shame. But you can't bring yourself to, not when it's so intoxicatingly hot having a stranger touch you out in the open like this.

Jesus, it just makes you gush even more around his fingers, the slick sounds of his fingers inside of you is downright pornographic in nature.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes staring down between you, where his fingers disappear in and out of your body. Your release is so fucking close, your hips desperately rutting into his hand as that ever familiar sensation begins cramping at your insides. "Got a fucking vice grip on my fingers, sweetheart, can only imagine how my dick is gonna feel in there-"

With a cry, you cum hard around his fingers, your fingers clutching tight to his broad shoulders, your legs wobbly. You lean your head back against the wall, uncaring of the fresh paint sticking to your coat, your hair. You're too blissed out to care.

He groans, nudging his nose against your pulse, his breathing fast.

"Turn around," he breathes, hands franctically undoing his belt, unzipping his jeans. "And bend over, hands against the wall like the good little slut we both know you are, sweetheart."

With a pathetically horny whimper that you'll scream over later, you do so. You place your palms flat against the brick, still sticky with paint, and you bend at the waist.

He wastes no time in pushing your dress up over your ass, in shoving your panties down your legs. In one, deep thrust, he pushes himself inside of you, your twin moans of pleasure filling the alleyway.

His grip on your hips is bruising, his dick thrusting in and out of your pussy in such a way that you know you'll be feeling it for at least a week.

Passing sirens, however, near knock you out of your lustful haze.

"Hey," you hiss, straightening up, unable not to whimper at the change in angle. "We should- cops are-"

"Who fucking cares?" he pants into your ear, one hand creeping up to wrap around your throat again, your back almost against his chest as he continues the brutal slam of his hips against yours. "You want me to stop?" he asks, breath warm against your skin despite the face covering.

"Don't you fucking dare," you say immediately, instinctively, rocking your hips against his. "I'll call the cops on your vandalising ass if you stop."

He laughs. Distantly, you think about how it's a pretty sound, how you wouldn't mind hearing more of it... but then he changes the angle ever so slightly, and your eyes roll back into your skull near enough.

"Just like that," you pant, fingers coming up to clutch at the hand around your throat. He groans, obliging you as he keeps up the pace, his grip on your throat tightening and loosening every so often.

"You take me so fucking well, sweetheart," he coos, as you feel the clench deep inside of you again, signalling that another orgasm is on the horizon. "Take it like a good fucking slut, fuck- fuck what I'd give to never fucking have to leave this pussy, to just fuck it forever-"

"Oh god, yes-"

"Fuck- FUCK-"

"Cum inside me, please, please-" you beg, as his hips start to stutter against yours, as he whines low in his throat at your suggestion. "Please- need to feel you like- like-"

"Ah- ah fuck-" he groans as his release comes over him, as he fills you up with his cum, as his hips stagger to a halt, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard you just know you'll have marks for days to come.

You both stand there, only a moment, as the sirens get closer. He practically shoves you off of him, stuffing himself back into his jeans, which he quickly buckles back closed. You straighten, legs wobbly and certain fluids leaking down your inner thighs.

It's incredibly hot, if you're honest.

You pull your dress back down, button your jacket closed. He packs up all of his equipment, and you both take a moment to look at each other.

You back away first, heels clacking uncertainly against the pavement. He gives you a nod, and rises, slinging his bag of supplies over his shoulder.

Neither of you say anything as you both start to leave, as you shove your hands in your pockets and turn on your heel to speed walk your way out of the alley. His footsteps grow quieter and quieter as he walks the opposite direction.

Your pockets.

Your... empty pockets.

Your eyes widen, fingers scrambling for the jewels, you turn around, eyes scanning the ground for something shiny, sparkly-

You don't spy it on the ground.

No, you see something sliding into his own pocket, as he turns to look at you before he leaves.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and he wiggles a hand at you in a mocking wave. He disappears round the corner in an instant.

"You son of a BITCH-"

[blushblushbear]

What if the kitsune’s got jealous?

Aki

tries to play it off like he's not jealous

is failing miserably

IT'S SO OBVS HE'S JEALOUS

is going to look for your attention once they're gone

might even ask if he's still your favorite when you two are alone

in a very pouty way of course

will step in and mention how much he enjoys being your BOYFRIEND

they're mine mine mine take the hint step off loser

lol

is very pouty later but NEEDS those affirmation cuddles

kicked puppy about the whole affair

and yet will still try and deny he's jealous

at least at first

maybe one of the only kistune boys who will finally be like OKAY FINE I'M JEALOUS, YOU DON'T GIVE ME ATTENTION LIKE THAT, GIVE ME ATTENTION NOW PLEASE OKAY

will accept apologies in the form of affection, cuddles, and snacks if you feel so inclined

but mostly just wants to be your center of attention again

will use tricks, pranks and even more puppy dog eyes to achieve that goal

Haru

tries and mostly succeeds at keeping it subtle

mostly

he's given away by the fact that he's usually not this tense

or this terriorial

very 'is this guy bothering you' vibes

will also be very clingy/affectionate around his target of jealousy just so they get the message

what exactly do they think they're getting all chummy with their partner for??

and where do they think they're going with this shtick???

excuse them????

some nerve

anyway

kiss honey <3

will also puppy dog for your attention but he may lay it on thicker than Aki

clinging to you

excessive pouting

asking if you if you want him to do that thing you like later tonight wink

cling cling hug hug kiss kiss IGNORES THE PEST THEY AREN'T WORTH HIS TIME but like a little kiss cause he misses your lips???

will low key deny the jealousy but also maybe confirm it in a backhanded way

'I get why they were all over you, who wouldn't be-- but didn't think you'd reciprocate. And with your boyfriend around. One would even think you're just TRYING to make me jealous'

and then he pouts

though sometimes it's followed with a expression of fear that he's not good enough

'are they... doing something I'm not for you??? what about them do you like so much better than me???'

gets really insecure about the whole affair frankly

also a little possessive

Fuyu

the KING of pretending he's not jealous while DEFINITELY WEARING IT ON HIS SHOULDER lol

it triggers a downward spiral of pride and insecurities

he both simultaneously knows he is a catch and also knows he is a bore/brute

worries and frets about the attention you were giving others

doesn't bring it up till you ask but also doesn't make it subtle that he's in a huff

pretends not to care or notice the attention he believes you were LAVISHING on the other party but it's so obvious it's eating away at him

but just as easily as he is made huffy, he is also soothed

a few kisses, a few words and acts of affection and he is putty in your hands once more

until his jealously is struck up again

he's ego is so fragile and his belief that he deserves your love so shaky that frankly the jealous gambit is a semi-normal part of your relationship

he doesn't necessarily put A Whole Show On about it every time but he does get quietly jealous fairly easily and will need to be reassured some what frequently

all while stubbornly holding to that he is not jealous and does not need to be coo'ed and coddled like a fussy child but also he's waiting for his kisses in he most pouty fashion imaginably while also denying that he's even doing so

such an ancient child this one can be...

[fieldsofwriting]

hi can I request olric with a reader who has feelings for him and he's too oblivious to notice... I'm in hell!

Oh I love this! I’m so mad we can not romance his big dumb himbo ass 😭 but yes! Here you go!

More under the cut!

You didn’t know how to make it more obvious. You have tried everything in your power to get him to notice you. Get him to understand that you do not want to be just friends.

But he is so stupid. So, so stupid in the most loving way you could think of. And here you were, next to March who was also just as invested at you. “He can’t be that dense.” He says.

“March, I have given him a whole dozen hard boiled eggs with a note that said ‘You scramble my heart.’ I don’t think he likes me.” You sighs slumping down against the counter at the blacksmith shop.

“Okay, we’ll consider he’s dumb. Puns don’t work on him. Why don’t you just tell him?” He sighs.

“Because what if he doesn’t like me back March! Then i’d be humiliated and I’d never be able to come here again!” You whine, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Oh nooo, such a shame.” He smirks, “But I bet Orlic thinks you’re cool too. You just gotta do something more…obvious.” March suggests. “Here- I’ll talk to him tonight okay? Then report back.”

Jumping up you quickly hug him. “Oh thank you, thank you March!” You beams before rushing back out.

Orlic, just a few feet away from the blacksmith shop grins as he sees you rush out. A big grin on your face. “Wow! I’m so glad thier getting along with March.” He says to Ryis.

Ryis raises an eyebrow. It was no secret you had a big fat crush on him. “Uh, huh. You should go talk to them.”

Growing serious, Orlic nods. “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” He says waving frantically to get you to slow down. Once catching up to you he grins, “How’s it going with March?”

You blink, “Uh…okay? I just talked to him and he agreed to help me out on a favor. Why?” You say, trying to play it cool.

“Wow! You guys’s relationship must be going super well then huh!” He smiles, as brightly as he can. You want to understand how this man can be so pretty- and so dense at the same time.

“Uh, yeah?” You chuckle awkwardly, “Just like normal friends I guess? Anyways- sorry to dip but I need to grab something from the Inn. But- uh, here!” Pulling out a stone with a little heart on it you pass it to him before jogging off.

Orlic blinks, nodding as he takes this very serious. Making his way over to March and handing him the stone. “I think this is for you!” He beams.

March, slowly like a cat, blinks. Looking at the rock with an ‘O’ and your initial painted on it. “…it’s definitely not dude. Look.” He holds it up so his brother can see. “That’s not my initial.”

“…Then…why would Y/N give it to me?” He says slowly taking the rock and looking at it confused. March sighs heavily, patting his shoulder.

“Orlic. I think they like you.”

“Y/N…likes me?” He says slowly, before a grin starts to spread. “I thought they liked you!”

“Trust me big guy. They don’t.” March laughs warmly, “Go tell them please so they stop whining to me.”

Orlic nods, rushing off down to your farm. All this time! And he never knew! All of the gifts, every time you stopped to talk! It just made more and more sense! By the time he knew it he was pounding on your front door. Looking at your shocked face as you answered.

“Orlic? What’s up?”

“You like me!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your face goes hot as he says it. Eyes widening in embarrassment. You could curl up in a little ball and die. What- how?! March! Oh, the next time you saw him you were gonna give him so much shit! “I like you too.” Orlic says quickly, catching you even more off guard.

“Huh-“

“And I’d like to take you on a date! To make up for being a bonehead.” He nods, offering you his hand. “I know the Inn is not well the most private place but…”

Quickly putting your hand in his you smile and nod. “Yes.” You say quickly. “Yes I will go on a date with you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short! But I’m working 8 days in a row with no break 💀 If you want more Orlic x reader though just ask!

[prac-ticalproblems]

Well now you're tempting us. Tell us more of your headcanons for the guy! As a starting point, you can go with his background, and ties to Radigan and Classic Engie. I'm. Very normal about the (not confirmed but I say rather likely) lineage of Engineers busting their Texan asses to work for Administrator.

DONT TEMPT ME, you VIXEN.

But I shall! Just for you!

I feel like Radigan was a hard ass.

For sure. He was definitely the type of person to have his trophies and awards and his achievements in a glass box while his son’s picture was flipped upside down on his desk.

He’s the type of guy that you call Sir more than Dad. Or Grandfather. I feel like he sticks to his work more than his family. Or at least, that is what is most likely.

He wasn’t only an engineer, he was an Inventor. He created things humanity couldn’t or perhaps wouldn’t comprehend on its own. He was a great mind, and I don’t think he would ever let that down.

Not to say genius runs in the family but I do believe their strive is a little more than simple ambition! I think it’s just learning at a young age but ALSO I believe strongly that it comes from that need, that want to connect to someone who feels distant like that.

So I think Fredrick, the prodigal son, HAD TO have given our Engie one of the most loving caring childhoods ever. I can not imagine this being anything but canon.

I think Fred was so fucking sweet. Maybe he had a tough upper lip in what he believed but I SURELY believe he meant entirely well for his son. Sure, he was a merc, with a kid on the battlefield. But I don’t think he would have ever pulled out the stops for his son.

I think he was the type of man to say you couldn’t have a cookie but slide you one under the table just for tonight. To make hot cocoa because you had a nightmare. To care.

We’ll never know how much of a massive unadulterated concentration of autism runs through these fucks but I’m sure this is a hyperfixation, bleeding into generational trauma and expectations. I have very strong feelings about the Conagher family and its works.

Also, that’s not bringing up the concept of the respawn machine in relation to the classics! Engies probably seen his father die countless times!

(Squirrels this idea away for angst maybe)

Anyway, the Conagher bloodline NEEDS to be touched upon. I’m such a sucker for these sorts of things.

[writingmeraki]

WORTH IT ?

summary : When your best friend, Heechan, sets you up with someone who he knows is the perfect match for you, you begin to contemplate his words when said perfect match almost leaves you stranded. Definitely not the first impression Guesung had hoped for.

pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, strangers to friends to more (?)

genre : romance, humor (attempt), fluff.

warnings : alcohol consumption, cussing.

author's note : welp pretend this is not a part of a series cause i'm scrapping that idea haha anyways ! let me know what you think ? (not entirely proofread.)

word count : 3.6K

Admittedly you were pissed.

Very pissed because you were not the type to go on blind dates because for one you didn’t believe you’d ever be able to get along with someone who you’d never met in your life, not even once, a typical stranger let alone go on a date with them in your first-time meeting.

But also secondly your paranoia was on another level and you also hated to admit it, you were very nervous. Which is normal right? Yet the thing was you were feeling a little insecure. Insecure about whether the stranger who was going to arrive anytime soon now, yes you had arrived there first, would find you well…attractive.

Then again though,  that is all you were, strangers, and you think you fuck it who cares about their opinions as you down your 2nd cup of ridiculously expensive red wine, it seemingly cooling your nerves as well as leaving a sweet aftertaste that complimented your slightly bitter insecure thoughts. Yet you had gone out tonight, even Heechan, your one and only best friend who was in fact the one who set you up (more like forced to be set up) on this blind date.

He did say the guy was a good friend of his and was the perfect match for you while all you had done was scoff at his words and roll your eyes at the finally finding your perfect match because in your 23 years of existence all men ever did to you was disappoint. [ Except Heechan though but you would never admit it to him.]

You took a deep breath calming your nerves and once again rose your hand up to look at the time on your dainty little watch you adored since you bought it with your very first paycheck.

‘8 :47’ it read and you could not help but frown a bit, unknowingly it had already been 17 minutes past the initial meet up time Kangin had told you on. You do think showing up ten minutes earlier was a bit extra but you thought it was better just in case but now you had been waiting for almost half an hour and you were getting even more bored.

You picked up your phone, ready to cuss at your best friend for setting you up with a no show, his good friend or not, it was still asshole behavior for standing you up. Feeling some inkling of embarrassment begin to creep up your mind as you also realized you did agree on this and skeptical thoughts regarding this Heechan’s so called friend initially agreeing thinking you were desperate and decided to toy with your agreement and not show up.

On the third ring, Heechan picked up and you could hear the slight surprise in his voice because he didn’t expect you to call so…soon.

“Yo Y/N- wait why are you calling me right now? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?” He asked with genuine confusion and you could tell he had no idea.

Letting out a sarcastic chuckle “Well since you’re so eager to set me up with a self date, I thought why not just call you in hmm?”

“Self date wha- Hold on Guesung is not there?” He asked now with concern hinting in his shock “Trust me I wouldn’t have called you in if your Guesung hadn’t been a no show.”

You spat through gritted teeth in an agitated voice as you ran your free hand through your hair which had taken so much time to do. You were also beginning to feel hot in your coat as it had been a cold night in Seoul so you decided to leave on your coat even though you did feel like ditching it so you could do the cliché your date gives you his coat as you feel cold.

Now you just felt stupid as you wished instead of his coat or jacket, you wished he had been the one to show up. You felt stupid to feel a bit hurt over a fucking stranger but it was not like you didn’t have the right to. Heechan had given you some high expectations through his tales of his friend about how incredible he is and so totally your type. You felt obligated to tell Heechan he owed you a lot, maybe strawberry shortcake with some chocolate milkshakes would make up for it, but still you felt it was not enough.

“You so owe me for this seriously like what an assho-“

“Wait just a minute, Guesung should have been there, he literally left my place at 8 wanting to show up early even when I insisted for him to go like at 8:20 or something.” Heechan defended his teammate who was basically his dongsaeng as well.

“Let me do one thing I’ll call him yeah?” He said as he sat up from his lying down position, and just as you were about to respond him, the little bell on the door jiggled, indicating someone had walked in.

A rush of cool breeze swept in as the man quickly closed the restaurant door behind him, catching his breath as he swept his hand over his previously tame hair which had become slightly messy as though he had been running through the night as the wind tousled his perfectly set pulled back slick hair.

And that was not too far off, as Guesung looked at his own expensive watch that sat on his wrist, cursing mentally as he realized he was late.

Very fucking late.

His eyes lifted up as he tried to smooth down the imaginary wrinkles on his blazer of his Louis Vuitton Suit, fixing up his black tie properly and making sure his hair was once again set as to how it was before, or well tried to but a few impatient strands escaped and rested gently on his forehead.

He scanned the room, hoping you had not actually ditched him because that would imply you already had a judgement on him, which he knew was not a good one as it would also mean you thought you’d been stood up and already concluded him an asshole.

He mentally once again cursed at the paparazzi who had gone absolutely nuts once he had left Heechan’s apartment, following him while shoving their cameras in his face all while the bright lights almost blinded him. He knew to expect this already but he had underestimated his own fame once the world cup had ended, and alas faced the consequences on the worst possible days out of all.

Him being the gentleman he was and also just for the sake of you being a stranger as well, didn’t want them to intrude on his own privacy or even endanger your own privacy, so he stalled them, tried to stall them and shot quick texts to Kangin of help which the latter had been more than helpful as he distracted them so that Guesung could literally make a run for it.

It was good, he was an athlete and a fit one at that because holy fuck running almost 15 minutes continuously in a damn suit was very very impressive.

You had looked up the moment the bell had jiggled, stuck in your own star struck daze as you looked at the man who’d stepped in, and blinking to make sure you hadn’t accidentally fallen asleep and this wasn’t one a trick of your hyperactive imagination.

Your jaw dropped literally when his eyes locked with yours as a look of acknowledgement followed and he began making his way towards you.

Holy fucking shit, that- that’s Guesung ?!?

You whispered out your thoughts unknowingly and a static sound of a chuckled echoed in your ear as you pulled the phone out of your ear, slightly cringing at your words when you realized you had thought out loud, mentally wanting to hit yourself.

“So I’m guessing he has finally shown up huh? Well don’t forget the rules of a first date, no kissi-” You hang up as Heechan’s chuckle came through and before he could begin his teasing as you felt your own face heat up at the cut words and cleared your throat placing your phone down on the table and sat up straight as Guesung finally made his way over and stood next to his own seat.

“Um sorry, but are you perhaps Y/N? I am Guesung. Heechan’s friend, you know the one who uh- organized this whole thing.” He spoke with nervousness seemingly apologetic and it did make you think back a little on your judgment of him being an asshole but you couldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Frankly, the man was the definition of a fucking model, the looks, the height, and everything, you’d think he would have the ego of a typical male but the apologetic look on his face and the tone of his voice contradicted your own judgment.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, as you tried not to let your heart be biasing your angry thoughts but God it was so hard especially when his eyes twinkled with a sorriness and one of his hand raising up to fix his tie for the third time since he stepped into the restaurant (yes you kept count)

You clicked your tongue narrowing your eyes, as you leaned backwards to look into his eyes directly “Well Guesung, for your information, yes I am Y/N you know the person who you’ve kept waiting for almost an hour now.” You finished chuckling sarcastically, your last few words being laced with more spite than you intended to and you suppose it was now the hunger taking over.

You decided it was rude to keep him standing, even though you suppose he could have sat if he wanted to but you felt like he was waiting for your permission and that little thing did more to your heart than you wished it would have, you lifted one of your hands, pointing towards the seat in front of you “This table is not meant for one you know? You should take your seat since it is yours anyways.”

His eyes widened slightly, as the tip of his ears became a light shade of pink in embarrassment and you almost felt bad for being hostile towards him but it was not your fault as well because he had yet to explain as to why he was late. He sat down in front of you, even though he was nervous, he didn’t let it affect him physically as in he made sure to not let clumsiness play a part tonight, as he sat down letting his hands rest on his lap, and even when he sat down he still managed to make you look small, or maybe he was just too tall you justified your average height.

“So, why? Why were you so late?” You sat a little straighter as he cleared his own throat, running his hand through his hair once again, a habit, you noted. He let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed slightly in his seat, you eyed his frame, trying not to obliviously check him out again for the 10th time, it was just to observe his body language, you argued with yourself.

He seemed slightly out of breath which made you furrow your eyebrows, you of course could not see that when he first walked in but now you could clearly see it and wondered, unconsciously pouting slowly as you tried to think of reasons while being lost in your mind.

Guesung’s eyes moved to your lips as he scanned your face and noted the small furrow and pout, before even fully thinking of an answer, he replied “Sorry, really, I promise I did leave early but- but the media, they can’t just give me a damn break, ever since I came back to Seoul, they have been on our backs like fucking hawks, I swear I tried to come early but I had to run here and I had no other better option than that, it got really crowded and again I really am sorr-“

“Hey, hey first of all calm down.” You told as he was going to continue his ramble, placing your hand on his which were now folded on the table, fiddling clearly showing his emotions, and you placed yours on top because  you could not really think of any other reason other than hoping it would somehow calm him down.

Comfort from a supposed stranger seemed to have worked.

He stopped fidgeting and took a deep breath as he looked away, his cheeks now a shade of scarlet and you really tried not to fall then and there like a shameless person because you did have some self-respect but the man in front of you was just too…too cute.  You pulled away your hand quickly once he seemed to have calmed down and he continued, now a little more relaxed,

“The reason I got even more late was because I called up Kangin so that he could help me out of the whole mess and it did work but also- I had to make a run for it here…quite literally.”

You widened your eyes as he finished talking and now it made sense as to how disheveled he looked when he walked in, though it did not make him any less attractive, and were honestly impressed because running in a damn suit let alone running itself was a task, though you suppose him being an athlete of course benefitted him in that aspect unlike your non existent work out routine.

“That’s- that’s wow okay, I definitely was not expecting that I won’t lie, I think I forgot you guys are like famous now.” You told chuckling at the end, an indicator that you weren’t as upset anymore because his explanation did make sense and you also told the honest truth because you genuinely forgot these guys were actually famous after the whole world cup thing.

“Though are you alright now? Do you want some water or something? I didn’t order anything because I was waiting for you since I didn’t know what you’d like.” You asked him with ease and he nodded skeptically, unsure whether you were being sarcastic or not as you rolled your eyes seeing the skepticism on his face “Look it’s fine I guess, I forgive you for being late, it’snot your fault I suppose.”

Guesung looked at you surprised by your words but they did the work as he let out a sigh of relief, you understood more easily but then again you did already have a famous best friend so he guesses you have already experienced the tardiness of another showing up way late than you did,

“But! You still have a lot of making up to do.”

You finished with a cheeky tone to lift up the mood and with a tiny smirk which Guesung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at which you also giggled a bit trying not to be swayed so easily but the way his eye became small crescents as his cheeks pulled up.

Clearing his throat, he gently spoke “Then I guess we deserve a proper introduction right?”

He leaned ahead, while he crossed his arms, taking in a casual stance, evidentially feeling more at ease now as the misunderstandings had been cleared, and you raised an eyebrow at his posture, wondering what he was thinking.

“So…you come here often?” He said in an flirtatious deep voice, which broke any resounding tension, that had you smiling as you leaned forward wanting to muse along with him.

“Never been here in my life.” You said whispery, as you continued smiling, his eyes now twinkling in delight which made you giggle as you put your hand to cover your mouth, you own eyes now squinting in laughter.

“Interesting, interesting…you come here alone often then? I see you already ordered something to drink huh?”

“Well…” You said trying to appear deep in thoughts for an answer “I hadn’t known I would have wait so long for you. And maybe I needed the liquid courage.” You shrugged at him and he laughed at your response shaking his head,

“Then I am sorry to have kept you waiting,” He spoke with sincerity again and even though you had told him it’s okay, you still replied “All’s forgiven but again you still have a lot of making up to do.”

He giggled at your words and then smirked slyly “Oh don’t worry darling, I promise I’ll give you the time of your life.”

“That’s a bold proposition.” You spoke, your eyes shimmering with mirth as one corner of your lips turned up, you bit your lip trying not to grin like an idiot again.

“Babe, you don’t know me just yet then but you’ll find out eventually.” He winked at you which made you slightly blush as you tried to cover up the fact that he was affecting you with nervous chuckles.

“Well then I’d be delighted to find more about you, Mr. Cho Guesung.”

And the rest of the evening went with the same ease, both of you flowing into an effortless conversation as he told you about his own life, which lead to eventually you telling about yours, what you did for a living, your friends and family, especially how you knew Heechan, which you told that he was a good friend of yours since your high school days and he paid attention to everything you told with an interest that had your heart fluttering.

Though he was shocked when he found out you barely knew anything about football, as you had always been more of the literature and music nerd rather than the sporty type which he of course did not mind, even though he was a football star, he knew it was not everyone’s cup of tea. He was delighted when you promised you would come to see one of his games if he was willing to teach you about the sensational sport to which he agreed more than eagerly which had had you chuckling.

Guesung and you had been in your own bubble, just talking and the apparent chemistry between you both seemed to worked well. So, when the time came to eventually end the evening, the tiny disappointment was something inevitable and to your unknown surprise Guesung felt the exact same way.

Gosh Heechan was right…for once. Why does the evening have to end so soon?

You both thought as you exited the warm restaurant now the cool Seoul breeze passing by making you rub your hands over your arms, even though your coat did sit comfortably on your arms, let us just say you felt extra sensitive to the entire winter season no matter how much you’d think you layered up.

Guesung saw your smaller form shivering while your teeth chattered, a habit you had whenever the weather got too cold even by a little, unknowingly smiling gently as he began removing his blazer. You noticed this and widened your eyes,

“Oh no Guesung, it’s totally fine, you’d be cold and anyways I already am wearing a coat-”

Before you could argue more, he had already placed his larger blazer over your shoulders, now it completely draped over you while masking you in his cologne.

It smelled…nice, just as he did of course.

You looked at him and grinned, your eyes shining under the soft moonlight and Guesung felt his heart skip as he got lost into the stars they held. And under the moonlight, he too looked like a prince, his features delicately standing out as your eyes traced his angel kisses.

“Thank you. And actually thank you for showing up as well…for a second there I thought I was stood up you know ?” You spoke jokingly as you slipped your hands through the blazer, now fully enveloped in it, letting it fall till a little below your waist. It seemed like a perfect as though it were meant for someone your size.

You continued to smile even though you now jokingly narrowed your eyes, your cheeks pulled up, indicating you were messing around with him, not meaning that you were upset now, well you were before he had his explanation but as the evening passed by, time felt unreal as you spent it more with the man who had a charming smile and an equally charming personality. The whole evening was indeed worth it when you realized the grin on your face refused to remove itself in his presence.

Guesung rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue, trying to not smile widely at your cuteness but he failed to do so as he bowed his head in a fancy way “My deepest apologies, your majesty, is there any way to possibly earn your full forgiveness?”

You giggled gently at his accent, playfully putting your finger on your chin as you stared of seemingly in deep thought “Well, I do know one way?”

You bit your lip as you stood in front of him, trying not to burst out laughing at the way his eyes shone with curiosity and eagerness at your answer.

For a man as tall who one would think would be intimidating, he was not definitely playing the part, you thought.

And in a moment, you stood on your tip toes and placed your hands, gently on his shoulders as you raised your head and placed a soft peck on his cheek. You stood back at your place, now bursting out in laughter as Guesung looked taken aback, his face now feeling warmer despite the harsh winds, because he was, out of everything, not expecting that.

“I think all is definitely forgiven now.”

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[9stxrsan]

WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference,  lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything  happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday,  pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it. 

[snugglebug-92]

Could you write a fic where the reader makes a joke about beard burn to her friends and how she wouldn't mind some on her thighs and Jimmy overhears and offers to eat her out until she has some beard burn.

You had a few of your friends over at the house to pre-game for the party the boys were going to be hosting later that night. You were a few shots deep which meant you had a lot less of a filter than normal. Both Hannah and Alex were also a few shots deep so the three of you were talking about random fantasies the three of you had.

"Y/n I wouldn't mind your brother ramming into me the same way he rams players into the boards," Alex giggles. It was no secret she thought your brother was hot but then so did half of the girls on campus. You shake your head at the girl before leaning back against your bed.

"He's still home Lex. You better hope he didn't hear you," you laugh as her face turns red. She takes another shot and looks at you.

"Okay so we know Hannah likes Char, I like your brother but who do you like?" Alex questions.

"It doesn't matter," you shrug.

"Yes, it does," Hannah speaks up.

"Look if I give you a name will you drop it?" you question.

"Yes," both girls squeal.

"Snuggs," you say, and both girls' eyes go wide.

"The freshman?" Alex blinks at you.

"Yes the freshman," you roll your eyes.

"I have so many questions," Alex giggles.

"You said if I gave you a name you would drop it," you narrow your eyes at her.

"Please?" she begs.

"Fine just one question," you sigh knowing with how drunk she is the whole conversation will be forgotten tomorrow morning anyways.

"So you aren't worried he's like a virgin or bad in bed since he's like a freshman," Alex asks giggling, at every other word.

"Look I really don't care if he's not super great in bed. He's a sweetheart plus he has a beard so beard burn between my thighs and that alone is worth it," you moan thinking about it.

Little did you know right outside your open door listening to the conversation was Jimmy. He didn't know who you were talking about but all he heard was beard burn and he felt himself get hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way about you but you were gorgeous and he had been head over heels in love since he first met you when he took a tour and met the team last year. He quickly walked away forgetting what he needed from the kitchen going back to the boys.

The three of you decide you had pre-gamed enough and head to the party. Alex goes to flirt with some guys and Hannah after a lot of convincing from you goes to talk to Charlie. You knew Charlie thought she was pretty and all the both of them needed was a little push.

You were leaning against the wall watching everyone when you feel an arm slip around your waist. You stiffen but don't put up a fight knowing by how muscular it is you would lose the fight. You slowly look up and see none other than Jimmy causing you to instantly relax.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," you smile slightly cuddling into his side. You were always a very touchy person so it wasn't unusual.

"You look beautiful tonight," he compliments. A light blush coats your cheeks and you are thankful that is it not very light in the house otherwise he would have seen in.

"Thank you," you grin. Jimmy wraps his other arm around you and places his head on your shoulder. The two of you stand in silence for a while until he finally speaks up.

"So I have a question," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah," you nod.

"What was that about beard burn between your thighs?" he questions. Your stomach drops and your face goes pale.

"I didn't mean anything about it I just," you sigh.

"I could help you with that. I mean I've got a little something here," he gestures to his face. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the boy. He looks at your expression and gulps. He definitely just ruined his chances with his dream girl now.

"I shouldn't have said that I'm gonna go," Jimmy sighs. You take one second to do the only rational thing in your mind. You absolutely plant one on him. He doesn't even freeze but instead, presses you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hand and you moan when he slips his thigh between your legs brushing against your clothed center.

"Jimmy please," you whisper and he grabs your hand before leading you to your house. You two stumble up the stairs mainly due to the fact you keep trying to kiss.

Once you get up to your room he places you against the door and slots his lips to yours. You tug at his shirt and he slips it off before cupping your cheek.

"You still want this baby?" he questions looking into your eyes.

"Please kiss me," you beg. In a second his lips are back on yours. You thread your fingers through his brunette locks and he carries you to your bed. He sides your jean jacket off leaving you in just a pair of leggings and your bra top. He places open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw causing you to squirm under him. He reaches your collarbone and his hands ghost the top of your bra. You nod and he takes it off before cupping your breasts. He rolls both nipples causing you to arch your back against him. He kisses down to your waistband and you quickly shed those leaving you in just a pair of panties.

"We can stop right here if you want," he whispers placing kisses against your thigh.

"Please just ruin me," you moan, and his eyes darken.

"Okay," he growls ripping your panties off before rubbing his nose against your clit. He looks up at you before licking up your slit. Your eyes roll back to your head as he sucks your clit. He grazes your clit with his teeth causing you to arch your back and grind down against his face. You clench around nothing as you feel your first orgasm already approaching. You don't know if it's the fact you are slightly buzzed, the fact your dream man is on your knees for you, or how good he is but your cumming and he's barely even started.

"Do you want my fingers?" he questions and you nod.

"Please please," you whine as he slips one in. You scream out his name as his finger brushes your G-spot and you are seeing stars. He adds a second finger and you scream. Jimmy's thrusting his fingers in and out of you while sucking your clit and it's all so much. Your second orgasm is approaching and you cum on his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue. You're a moaning mess while his head is buried between your thighs and you never want him to stop. It feels so good and you're on the verge of your third orgasm when you start to feel it. The slight scratch of his stubble brushing against your sensitive thighs. You tug on his hair and he keeps his pace as you go into your 3rd orgasm. He pulls away and looks up at you watching your chest heave.

"Doin so good for me pretty girl," he smiles. You moan as you see his face coated in your slick. He places a kiss against your clit and you slightly push him away.

"Jimmy," you moan.

"You got one more in you, pretty girl. Please for me," he looks up at you and you nod as he gently sucks at your clit. He knows it won't take long so he's slow about everything wanting to savor this as long as possible. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train and you go limp as he pulls away. He stands up and cups your face pulling your attention to him.

"Do you need me to?" you question looking at him.

"No I already did," he blushes. You go to stand up but as your legs brush against each other you moan in discomfort. His dick wasn't even in you and you can barely walk. What was it going to be like when it was? He grabs his t-shirt and slips it over your head before carrying you to the bathroom. Once you are done in there you two go back to your bedroom and crawl into your bed. As you start to fall asleep Jimmy starts to leave causing you to grab his hand.

"Please stay," you beg and he slips into bed right next to you. You turn around in his arms and place your head on your chest before falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning Jimmy is gone but he left you a note you a quick to hide from your brother. Your door swings open to reveal Alex.

"Girl guess what," she squeals.

"As soon as you get me a pair of shorts or something I'll guess," you yawn. She grabs you a pair of shorts and holds up some panties causing you to nod. She tosses both your way and you slip the panties on. She looks at your thighs and her eyes go wide.

"Holy shit you didn't," she says. You shrug and she pulls you down forcing you to explain everything.

"Yeah, basically he overheard us and then made it a reality last night. 4 times and he didn't need anything in return. Best night of my life. Plus he didn't even use his dick and I could barely walk. Imagine what it will be like when he does," you laugh.

"Girl I still can't believe it's a freshman. Like yeah, Hannah likes a freshie but he's 21. You're a cougar," she giggles.

"What can I say. He's hot, plays hockey, and is great in bed," you shrug.

"Girl you better hope your brother doesn't find out," she says before pulling you downstairs. You shake your head at the girl but you hope that last night wasn't a one-time thing.

[infatuatedheloise]

HOLY SHIT GUYS OH MY GOD (long post sorry)

so the awards ceremony is tonight and obviously I'm dressed up. I'm wearing a blazer that I don't normally wear, so I feel a little awkward in it.

I am also...... well endowed, let's say, so I can't button it all the way to the top, but I don't like the way it looks with none of the buttons closed, so I've been wearing it with only two buttons done, but wasn't sure if that was acceptable

In a moment of insecure boldness, I stopped by abelard's office literally just to ask if it looked ok. I said, "does this...look okay?" he stood up (I guess to evaluate my outfit better?? or to feel less awkward about me standing and him sitting???)

I then said, "like, with the two buttons? I don't think it'll..." and then I ATTEMPTED TO CLOSE THE BUTTON but it obviously wouldn't close, looked up at him and finished my sentence: "go all the way" he nodded and laughed/smiled and said, "uh huh"

Then me: "it's either two or nothing and I don't like the way it looks with none"

He said, "No yeah it looks fine"

and that was really it but OH MY GOD I cannot believe that I 1. asked his opinion on my outfit and 2. Mentioned that my jacket won't close and then SHOWED HIM how it won't close because my chest is too big 😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I am so insane..........but also..... not like he wouldn't have realized that my chest is big anyway but like basically directly pointing it out to him to his face is crazyyyyyyyyyyy

BUT THERE'S MORE!!!

later I was walking in the hallway when my top button literally fell off and thankfully I caught it but I was like panicking like oh my god what if I can't fix this I'm gonna look awful

I walked past his office and he said hello, I stopped and said hi back, he asked me how it's going, I said "Good, but my button just fell off and I don't know if I can get it back on.." I stepped into his office and said, "I haven't tried to fix it yet but it looks like it just screws onto itself again." He came over to me and I handed him the button since he asked for it and without me asking or saying anything, HE STARTED TRYING TO PUT IT BACK ON FOR ME. which, very nice! but also. I WAS STILL WEARING THE JACKET and it was the button literally right on my...yknow, chest. So. He was trying to screw this button back on. While I was still wearing the jacket. HE WAS SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE TO ME OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD and like he didn't touch me and was in fact trying very hard not to touch me so much so that he wasn't able to get it put back on. But like oh my god the image of looking down to my chest and his hands being there trying to screw this button back onto my jacket will be forever burned into my brain OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF SOMEOME SAW THAT?!?!?!??!?! like my back was to the door and he was sooooo close to me and right in front of me, I have no idea what that would've looked like from outside the office (his door was open) and then he told me to take my jacket off and try putting it back on that way so I did. imagine if someone saw him trying to put the button on and then saw me TAKE OFF MY JACKET ohhhhhh shit we could've gotten into soooo much trouble there lol ALSO under my blazer I'm only wearing a tank top except you can see soooooo much of my bra (mostly the straps but sometimes it slips down so you see more of my bra) so he DEFINITELY saw at least a little bit of my bra (at the very least the straps though maybe more? I didn't look to see how much was exposed but I pulled up my shirt anyway go make sure I was covered). also one of the straps fell down so I pulled it up and I *watched* his eyes look to my arm as I did that. So. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. anyway. this is all insane. I'm going to think about this for the rest of my life oh my god he was so close to touching me I wish he had </3 >/3 </3

[giselberts]

Nehrim Fic - talking about hair and boys like very normal girls do

yes thats the actual title of the fic

I'm fucking around with the timeline a bit and leaving a day between Kim/SG's return to the Sanctum after their journey to Stormwend just so that they can gossip and have their #girlmoment and pretend that they’re soo normal and not handpicked soldiers for a revolution. Kim is a lil out of character but that’s because she’s copying Gisele, since homie had uh. A rough childhood, so she’s just looking up to her :) anyways this was indulgent and I wanted to write some fun backstory on why gisele has white hair!!

read on AO3 here - full fic under the cut

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They each had their own bed, and yet, they'd quickly picked up the habit of sneaking into each other's bed, and talking until they fell asleep soundly, feeling safe only if they were sharing the same covers.

Tonight was no different, and in fact, what had just transpired would prove to lead them into idle conversation that would last until the first sunrays of the day, just to take their minds off of things. Merzul, unaware of their nightly rituals, simply would let them rest into the late hours of the morning, thinking that Stormwend had tired them out.

"I think he looked quite stupid. They both did." Gisele said, thinking about the two men they had met inside of the tower- Arkt and Narathzul, the fabled leader of their revolution.

Kim quickly replied, remembering that if she had nothing nice to say, then she shouldn't say anything, but she desperately wanted to talk. "His hair looked nice, I liked that. I wonder how he's keeping his tan though, if he's all locked up."

Gisele gathered her thoughts for a moment, trying to remember what had gone through her head back then.

"He looks so smug. I get that weird Arkt guy, I'd like to punch him too, I think. But he's our leader, so I better have a back-up plan if I'm ever tempted."

"He's got ambition, that's always good to have. You... don't think there's anything nice about him?"

"I don't know... He seems insufferable, to be honest. Never liked guys like him. But if I had to say something nice? I guess he's got a nice butt."

"Huh... I suppose so, I wasn't looking there." Kim gave her friend a confused look, trying to understand what had led her to do so.

"I have it figured out! He's the kind of person that I'd kiss only to make them shut up." Gisele continued, after waiting for a few seconds of silence.

"You don't have to do that, I think. You could just... chuck an apple in there."

"Or my fist."

"That Arkt guy seems keen on getting his hands on him, you could join his side and bond over your desire to knock him down. You could dress up in matching black armour, and take the Sanctum for yourselves."

"I could, yes. He was weirdly creepy though, don't you think? Do you think he was hanging around in his armour, just waiting for someone to come in?"

"I hope not, that would be a bit sad of him. Pathetic, even." Kim paused for a moment, asking the Creator to forgive her for what she said and was about to say, before continuing. "His armour was a bit much."

"You’re right, it looked a bit stupid. Who is he trying to intimidate with those skulls? Babies? He should’ve gone for something a bit more… real. Like a bear. Skeletons are just bones, we all have those, so it’s not that scary."

“Sure,” Kim nodded, trying to hold in laughter.

“Do you think that Narathzul is afraid of skeletons? And that’s why Arkt has skulls on his stuff?”

Kim let a giggle escape, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Why are you giggling? You know I’m right.”

“No, no, you are. But you were the one yelling ‘Fuck off! I’m DEFINITELY not scared of you!’ at the skeletons that were chasing us.” Kim erupted into laughter, burying her face into her pillow to avoid making too much noise, and getting Acorias to yell at them to go to sleep.

“Hey!” It was Gisele’s turn to laugh, getting the last of her stress out of her body.

Eventually, they calmed down, and staring at the ceiling, Kim instinctively took a lock of her own hair and started braiding it, Gisele’s eyes riveted on the intricate handiwork.

“Weird question, but do all Aeterna have nice hair? You, Narathzul, Arkt… you’re all Aeterna, and your hair looks so silky.” She couldn’t help but ask. She was just a human, and she’d never spoken to an Aeterna until the recent events. She was glad that Kim was nice, and perhaps a bit naïve, so that she’d indulge her questions without worrying about sounding rude, something that she was good at, because she was Gisele.

“I can’t say for sure. But maybe.” Kim turned to face her friend, before asking a question of her own. “Why is your hair short? Do you keep it like that for efficiency?”

“I don’t know, actually. At the abbey, they didn’t really treat me like a girl nor a boy, so I never really wanted to keep my hair long. Sometimes, I like to think that they simply forgot to assign me a gender at birth, and that’s why the abbey was like that with me. Besides, with all the trouble I got into as a kid, keeping my hair short was a smart move.” She edged closer to Kim, before revealing one of her adventures. “One time when I got lice, and I shook my head over the kids that I didn’t like and that didn’t like me.”

“Gisele! That’s terrible!” Kim cried out, in a half-offended, half-bewildered voice. “You’re the one that the Light-born should’ve locked up.”

“It’s true. With that head of hair, Narathzul clearly didn’t do half of the warfare I did as a child. But he did do worse later on, I guess that makes up for it.” She stopped for a moment, before continuing. “Despite what I’ve said about him, I’m glad that at least someone’s working to make things change. Sticking up for the little man is always a good thing.”

“Look! Now there’s a second thing you like about him.” Kim jokingly pointed out, poking Gisele’s cheek before changing back the subject to her friend. “You should grow your hair out a bit, like up to your temples. You’d look like a boisterous knight in shining armour then.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds nice.” Gisele raised up her hand to pass it through her hair, not much longer than an inch at most, almost bare in some places as Duras, who had been in charge of cutting it, was rather keen on hacking it with the dullest scissors he could find, and Gisele was never good at sitting still.

“You know how to read better than I do, right? We could sneak into the library, find a spell that lets you grow out your hair faster maybe. You help me read, and I’ll take care of the magick.” There was a rare glimmer of lighthearted mischief in Kim’s eyes, one that Gisele rarely saw, and that she loved seeing. With only a grin forming on her face that Kim took as approval, the two snuck out of bed, hissing when they felt their feet against bare cold stone floor.

Using light blankets as capes to shield themselves from the cold of the night, they made their way to the library, empty, save for a few floating orbs of light, cast from enchanted gems, keeping the room from sinking into complete darkness.

“Changing my hair… That would be Light Magic, right?” Gisele wondered, her voice low to avoid grabbing anyone’s attention. She rushed over to the appropriate section, her fingers wandering all over the spines of the thick and heavy tomes, some untouched in decades.

“I think so. I’ll look over there, I’ll tell you if I’ve found anything.”

Holding onto one of the gems for light, Gisele resumed her search, telling herself that she’s glad that she was recruited to fight, and not to study and research. Though, seeing as her magick skills were quite lacking, she could benefit from cracking open a book or two- an idea that she quickly shook away from her mind, deciding that it was the Sanctum’s problem, to recruit her and place her into their ranks without making sure first that she could in fact cast more than a simple fireball or hovering light.

“I think I have something here!” Kim loudly whispered, waving at Gisele to join her and crouch down to her level. “ ’Looks and Appearances’, that should be what we’re looking for, right?”

As Gisele nodded, Kim pulled the tome out, opening it to its index and doing her best to quickly decipher what page would be of interest as she rose up again.

“Alright… here goes nothing!” Gisele stood still in anticipation as Kim read the spell under her breath, underlining the words with her fingers as she went, her free hand waving around, rich and flowing with mana.

The glow in Kim’s hand must’ve been strong, or they weren’t silent enough, but just as the spell left her hands, the two had managed to catch Acorias’ attention.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” His voice vibrated throughout the library, full of anger from being woken up, and from having to intervene. His heavy footsteps resonated as he climbed up the stairs, and Kim and Gisele knew that time was short- either they hid, or they ran. Instinctively, they ducked, hoping to gain a few seconds.

Despite the darkness of the library, Gisele spotted the staircase that led upstairs, and grabbing Kim’s hand, they carefully threaded along the bookshelves, staying low and hoping their makeshift capes wouldn’t snag on anything that could slow them down.

While Gisele almost fell down straight on her face as she shuffled her feet a bit too fast and Kim could barely hold in her “Oh no, oh Gods no”, they had safely made it upstairs, they let out a deep sigh of relief once they had found refuge against the wall and heard Acorias leave.

“We’re definitely doing this again,” Gisele excitedly said, a grin on her face from the thrill of their adventure.

“No we’re not! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest!” Kim repeatedly hit her on her arm, albeit gently.

“So… you’re alright with breaking me out of wherever it was that Kreo held me, risking your life and mine, but sneaking into a library is too much?” Gisele joked, knowing that Kim was only exaggerating.

“That’s!! Entirely different!” She replied, still continuing to hit her as Gisele giggled under the friendly hits. “Wait…” Kim suddenly stopped, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Wait what? He’s already gone by now, we can go back to your bed.”

“No, not that. Your hair, it’s…” Kim couldn’t continue, apprehensive of Gisele’s reaction, and instead pointed towards the mirror at the end of the hall.

As Gisele got up to see herself, she cast a small orb of light, barely enough to illuminate her, but it didn’t matter much. As long as she could see herself, that was all that she needed. Though she wasn’t one that cared much for how she looked, there was unease building up in her, afraid that Kim had given her a tonsure, or worse, made her entirely bald, save for a few strands that she felt that were tickling her forehead.

“Kim!” As the ball of light hovered around her, Gisele turned her head left, then right, left again, trying to take in her new hairstyle. “You made me old!”

“No I didn’t!” Kim rushed to the mirror, trying to assess the extent of her damages.

Gisele tried her best to keep her voice down, hoping to avoid waking up the mages sleeping in the rooms next to them by opting to loudly whisper. “Uh, you did! My hair’s all white! Pretty and a bit longer, but white! I can’t be an old lady at twenty-three years old!”

“We’ll find some way to dye it, I’m sure of it! Besides, look at your face, not a single wrinkle in sight.” Kim passed her fingers over her friend’s cheeks and jaw, making sure of her statement. “Oh, your skin is really soft.”

“That’s not the point, Kim. One day, I’m going to have to rescue Narathzul from his pretty princess prison, and he’ll ask why the Sanctum why the world’s oldest twentysomething was sent instead of the most impressive knight available! I can’t let him down like that!”

“I thought you hated him?”

“I’m very distressed right now, I’m allowed to be conflicted about my feelings for him!” Gisele took in a deep breath. Her face softened, realising that in fact, she wasn’t very distressed, and she was simply dealing with many changes in her life in such little time, and her hair was the last straw. And besides, the white was nice on her, and the length gave her that ‘boisterous knight’ charm that Kim was talking about. “I’m not mad at you, by the way. You made my hair look nicer than ever.”

“You’re weird.” Kim was overcome with relief, before giggling.

“And you’re my friend. Therefore, you’re just as weird as I am.” Gisele took hold of Kim’s hand, deciding that they had enough adventure in their day, and started walking back out, wanting nothing more than the comfort of a bed, and a few hours of sleep.

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe Things

AKA: Gainsgoe headcanons that have me in a chokehold

When they realise they like the other person, them being less disturbed by the fact they're into guys and more disgusted by the fact they're feeling things that aren't negative

Them showing their affection by bullying each other. I don't mean the playful teasing that normal couples do, Lisgoe will insult Ross, who will retort back with a snide remark, to which Lisgoe will respond to with a threat and so on - nobody else is allowed to do it though, they're protective of each other

Them having frequent back-and-forths/"snark-swapping", but rarely actually arguing because they aren't fussed with typical Relationship Problems™️: work getting in the way? They're both dedicated to their jobs. Future plans? They both think marriage is a waste of time and money and GOD knows they hate children. Insecurities? With Ross and Lisgoe? Now THAT'S a laugh!

But also... both of them lowkey feeling constant pressure to constantly be the best in their field and always feeling the need to compete with others, and slowly, subconciously, learning how to be OK with having off moment

This doesn't stop them from being absolute terrors to the inhabitants of Royston Vasey

Lisgoe secretly having a thing for Ross' eyes and REFUSING to admit that he likes how piercing they are because that's gross and pathetic

Ross liking how angular Lisgoe's features are

Occasionally, he'll absentmindedly run his hands along Lisgoe's collarbones and hips and/or touch his jawline while they're talking - Lisgoe teases him for it, but never pushes him away

"You're doing it again, you handsy bastard"

"I don't hear you complaining"

Ross appreciating Lisgoe's up-front attitude and Lisgoe liking that Ross offers solutions to problems

Lisgoe secretly being the reason Ross stops ranting about how "disgustingly trashy" tattoos are because he keeps seeing them on Lisgoe's torso and arms on the rare occasions that they're exposed and damn it, they suit him

Ross being the only person to call him "Joseph"

Lisgoe being banned from the kitchen because he can't cook (he sets fire to pasta because he doesn't add water, that's how bad he is), and him being stubborn and trying to anyway because he's a grown man, damn it!

"Ross, I said I'm cooking tonight"

"And I said, if I'm going to die, I'm doing it on my own accord. Not by a housefire and DEFINITELY not from your attempt at risotto"

Their physical affection (with the exception of that side of things) being minimal and private because ew, PDA and ew, sap

It usually involves hands (don't be dirty!); a hand on the back, on the shoulder, Lisgoe using Ross' shoulder as an armrest because he's a habitual leaner

On a few occasions, because kissing is NOT what he does (other than... mhm), Lisgoe has a tendancy to kiss the corner of Ross' mouth

And Ross Gaines feels NOTHING about this! He's so NORMAL about it! It totally doesn't take him a moment to steady his breathing because he's SO UNAFFECTED, HE'S ROSS GAINES FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Lisgoe trying to find ways to make Ross swear (which is a rare occurance as it is); sometimes it's because he finds it funny, other times because it's very attractive - it depends on the situation

"I don't understand why someone people don't possess any basic understanding on how to act like normal people. They're vile"

"They're worse than that, surely"

"... I'm not doing it"

"Come on, you're itching to say it. Call them an asshole, or a twat, just let it-"

"They're a bunch of wankers. Happy?"

"Very"

Them being an absolute power duo

Ross is the brains, obviously. He's logical, quick-witted and is able to work his way out of any puzzle - what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in knowledge and application

"I appreciate the effort you put into your story, but I know for a fact that it doesn't add up. And I think you do too, am I correct?"

Many people assume Lisgoe is the "muscle" (in spirit, we all know he's tall and lanky), and that isn't wrong. But, due to the nature of his work (and the fact that he's a tyrannical bastard), he's VERY good at reading body language and facial expressions. The slightest nervous twitch or smug smirk, he'll catch on no matter how small it is

"You're scared. Why? Because you know you're fucked? Or is it because you know I'm about to dash your brains into the fucking pavement?"

Both of them getting jealous when the other gets flirted with; Ross has silent rage, while Lisgoe drags the person away and sorts them out himself

Them being the most feared couple in Royston Vasey

Them REVELLING in their reputation

[marypsue]

Third (I think? Maybe fourth?) watch of Stranger Things season one completed in one four-episode sitting tonight, and some things clicked that hadn't come together for me on previous watches, primarily character motivations.

I have struggled with the general canon portrayal of Hopper as A Guy We're Supposed To Be Sympathetic To juxtaposed against his decision to sell El out. I got close to figuring it out after the last watchthrough - in season one, it's not about El metaphorically standing in for his daughter, it's about saving Joyce from the pain of losing a child - but I really think I've cracked it this time. Between episode 3's “Please don’t be my kid", and the parallel in episode 7(? 6 and 7?) where Brenner tells Karen Wheeler that he wants to help her find her son but she has to trust him and almost the exact same words come out of Hopper's mouth in the same situation to Joyce, and the way David Harbour plays the moment Hopper cuts open Will's fake body and everything that comes after that - like cutting into what might be a child's corpse is The Line, and he knows it, and once he's crossed it, well, he's already done that, he's capable of anything - and how he initially tries to keep Joyce from coming with him to the lab and how he doesn't even seem to be trying to come up with a plan other than 'break in, wing it'?

I'm pretty sure now that he was planning to sell El out from the moment he walked out of the gym. It's all about saving Will, it's all about Will metaphorically standing in for the child he couldn't save, and do you know what he'd do for that? For a chance?

Anyway. Apparently I was wrong when I said that trying to engender sympathy for Brenner was undermining season one, since apparently 'feel bad for the guy who does abhorrent things to children because he was sad for unrelated reasons!' has been baked into the show from episode one and I was just too busy concentrating on the abused child who escaped captivity and discovered the world and found friends and a family for the first time and gave up everything to protect them, who is the real heart and soul of this show, ask literally anyone who's watched it, you fucking walnuts to see it.

I'm good. I'm good. I'm so normal about this television show you guys.

Speaking of Brenner, the other thing that struck me this go-round was just how much his primary motivation seems to be curiosity. I really struggled with this, too, especially when I was working on the road goes ever on (yes I'm going to link to it every time I mention it on here, it's still the thing I'm proudest of writing), and I don't think I'd quite nailed his character down by the time it got posted. Like I don't think what's in that fic is implausible for his character, necessarily, but I really leaned on pride and a desire for control (and a certain arrogant sense of invincibility) as motivating factors for his character in that fic. And while they're all definitely built into him, I think now that they actually come second to the curiosity.

The Gate gets opened in the first place because he immediately and without question gives up on spying on Russia (theoretically the whole point of this exercise) to go off on a wild goose chase for a scary noise that spooked his psychic spy. He 'dies' onscreen because the Demogorgon comes out of a wall and while everyone else is shooting at it (and getting murdered for their trouble), he just wanders on up, unarmed, unafraid, slightly awed, for a closer look! I'm quite sure that's why he actually lets Hopper and Joyce go after Will - he's not expecting them to come back out, but if they do, think what they could tell him about what's on the other side! He just wants to poke things and see what happens! Sometimes what happens is that whatever he's poking bites his finger off! Science is neat, but I'm afraid it's not very forgiving! Man I wish I'd figured this out before posting the monster longfic because I could have made his entire arc so much better and more convincing with this in mind!

I don't know if that's consistent with how they show him in season four, and frankly, given the degree of character drift (or outright assassination) everyone else is showing in season four, I don't particularly care.

Also, importantly, his primary power - and weapon - is trust. He wields authority to command trust, which he absolutely does not deserve, and it's notable that in the finale he asks Joyce for her trust and she refuses to give it to him. And she's the first and only person to refuse to give it to him. She's been lied to, mistreated, disbelieved, written off as crazy, and she is the only person on the entire show who can see right through him.

And yet, then there's that parallel drawn between Brenner asking for Karen's trust and Hopper asking for Joyce's, and she does place her trust in this man who ultimately gets her what she was looking for all along - and she never asks what the price was that was paid for it. I have to ask myself, now, does she ever wonder? Is that part of the distance between them in season two, the reason why neither of them acted on what was clearly supposed to be attraction between them? Because choosing to trust is not the same as trusting?

Season one really did have levels, and lots to chew over, and new things to find in each watch. When this show is good, man, it is good.