#they're like figures on two sides of the situation caught together and

[yuanist]

kuroo texts you at 3:52 am, almost three months after you broke up.

admittedly, you probably should've silenced notifications from him by now, but when you roll over—eyes barely open, a little headache from the light—you know you're much, much too late.

a text, from your ex-boyfriend, the big, blue bubble stretched across your phone.

i just moaned your name during sex.

you blink at the screen.

you what?

moaned your name, he sends. totally ruined the moment.

you look up, and then down, and then up one more time to make sure what you’re looking it is real and not some strange, midnight hallucination before typing again.

you’re fucking with me, right?

dead serious, he replies. worst moment of my life.

you can hear his voice in the text, and if you weren’t so caught up in thinking about the poor girl who probably just had the worst sexual experience of her life, you would laugh.

you need to find a hobby or something, tetsurou. you send. and preferably one that doesn't involve tinder.

i have hobbies!

non-sexual ones?

he types for a while before a short, little totally! pops up on his side of the conversation.

and you hate that this is the part of him that’s most intriguing. the unintentional charm, too weird for his own good part that keeps you texting him at four in the morning.

yeah, you send, quicker than you intended. totally.

and suddenly, you're really considering something you shouldn't. before tonight, you hadn't heard from in a while—at least not enough to be thinking about him. you'd resigned yourself to your little, single life and you figured boyfriends might be more harm than they're worth (at least for a while, anyway), but now you have a new little do you wanna come over? typed out into your messaging app, finger hovering over the send button.

you take a minute, trying to rationalize.

the responsible part of you thinks it's way too late to be asking for anything good. you have class in the morning, and you're all tucked into bed, and bringing him here would really stir up some old feelings you weren't looking to bring back right now.

the other part of you—the more fun of the two, you'll admit—knows that you're thinking about him and he's... definitely thinking of you, so what's the harm in indulging a little bit? maybe nothing would happen anyway and you'd just end up staring at each other for a while, but sitting in your bed alone, staring doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world.

you send the text.

there's radio silence for a moment, and you think you might have just fucked the whole we can be exes and friends! thing up, but after a moment or two, he replies.

really?

and you sigh, don't make me change my mind.

he sends an immediate be there in 10, and you flop yourself back into the pillows.

now, okay, you'd be lying if you said you haven't been in this situation before. you and kuroo have always had a strange habit of—gravitating towards each other, to put it politely. it doesn't matter how many times you guys swear each other off, there's always going to be a party, or a text, or a run-in at the grocery store that brings you together (in more ways than one).

the whole i just moaned your name thing, though, that one's new.

your eyes flicker up to the ceiling, then down to your feet, and then, finally, your phone—the reality of this whole thing sinking in a little.

are you supposed to—shave your legs for this? put on your good pajamas: the ones that ride up a little when you bend over? is that where this is going? you're pretty sure it is, but every time this has happened before, it's been a little more spontaneous than this. right now, you have time to prepare and time to think, which you're now realizing is something you really did not want.

you sit there for a minute, coming to the conclusion that this is kuroo. you dated for two years, and you shared a bed at night for more of that time than you'd care to admit, so what does it matter how prepared you are?

you hear a key turn in the front door (the one from under the mat; you took away his actual key you think) and, all of a sudden, you're kind of nervous.

you haven't felt this way in a while, especially when it comes to him. you think you might hate it.

nevertheless, your feet hit the floor and you let yourself pad your way into the entryway, just in time to see someone sliding his shoes into the gap between the doorway and the wall.

you flick the light on, and he jumps a little.

a beat of silence, and then, "hi."

that's all you can come up with right now, truly, and you blame half of it on the time and the other half on the fact that kuroo looks like that.

he's always been pretty, no doubt about that, but right now he looks a little beat up in a way that you have to admit you're kind of into.

his hair's messed up: half of it shifted more left than right, with a little curl to it that he doesn't normally have. his cheeks are red, and he's a sort of out of breath and—did he run here?

"hi," he says, smiling, heaving out a breath.

(oh, he totally did. maybe you're a little more alluring than you thought).

you chuckle out one more, final hi, before he steps towards you.

he smells good—not that that's something you focus on, obviously—but he's still wearing that cologne you bought him last christmas and there's a little tinge of sweat to him that suits him so much better than you'd think.

he has a t-shirt on—one you got from a concert a couple years ago; you can't remember exactly when anymore, but it's clear that the thing has gotten its wear. the hole in the left shoulder is glaring at you from here and you kind of want to poke it.

"i have your key, by the way," he says then, dangling the little thing between his fingers. "did you ask for it back?"

oops.

"i—meant to." you snatch it from him, tossing it onto one of the side tables. "definitely meant to."

his hand lingers there for a second, a big, toothy smile spread across his face. "oh, sure you did."

and you eye him, a short what's that supposed to mean? rolling out of your lips.

he shakes his head, moving closer again—so much so that you can feel the cast of his breath along your cheeks.

"you still like me," he says, and you swear you can see his vocal cords bob in his throat.

"pardon?"

"you think i'm fun—and endearing, and still worthy of a house key."

"i think you're nuts." you say, fluttering your lashes a little. "and really not in the position to be making these accusations."

"you really think so?" he leans in one more time, close enough that his lips brush that arch between your jaw and your neck. "go ahead—tell me all about how crazy i am."

you feel something inside you quiver.

this right here, this is the whole game between the two of you. some sick little cat-and-mouse thing that always leads to something that you regret in the morning and—inevitably—repeat next week.

truthfully, though, you're getting kind of sick of fighting it.

"god, i can't stand you." you back away, edging towards the hallway that leads to your room. "are you coming with me or what?"

and he grins, because of course he is.

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[fxirybun]

🥂 PAC: what is your FS currently doing at the moment ?

FS stands for "future spouse" , the person you're going to marry and create a life together. let's see as to what they're up to at this time !

this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly ჱ̒ ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

ෆ⸒⸒ pile one

your future spouse is either physically or metaphorically on a journey at the moment. they may be traveling , relocating , or experiencing a transition in their life. i feel that they're currently desiring some kind of movement and how they don't want to be stuck or stay in just one place. they may also want to explore different places that they have never visited before. i'm sensing that your future spouse received some kind of letter ? perhaps a news that allows them to pursue their dreams or to leave this stagnant situation that they're facing.

this opportunity could make a significant impact on their current path. "finally" is what i'm hearing from them. i can see that your future spouse would grab this opportunity and act upon it swiftly. it's like they've been waiting for this moment to happen. there's something about an event that can give this person a sudden boost of energy within them.

i'm getting that this message came from a faraway distance ? an example would be living in a province and you receive an invitation from a city. there may be a person who lives on a different side of a country who's also close to your future spouse who decided to message them. i'm getting multiple messages. "wanna grab something for a drink ?" "there's a party over here" "you should come over".

i sensed that at first , your future spouse seemed to be thrilled to hear this exciting message yet, i'm feeling some kind of confusion coming from them. "this is new to me , i do not know this place". there's something about the location that makes them feel uncertain whether they would want to join or not. i'm also getting as to how they're wary about the people and the surrounding environment.

perhaps the kind of people who are in this place are all so "new" to them , similar to a culture shock moment. i'm receiving a scene from my head wherein the people wear very revealing clothes and how your future spouse feels a bit out of place. "blind date" it's possible that their friend is secretly setting your future spouse up with someone , not letting your future spouse know about their hidden motives.

this person could be a female or someone who has feminine qualities within them. though the "female" is more prominent in this reading. their energy leans more on the sensual side , very passionate and alluring. this person may have soft and delicate features. even so , your future spouse feels skeptical about this female figure once they meet them in person. they feel that this woman is hiding something from them or that they do not know this person at all.

after a while , your future spouse may want to know the truth from their friend as to why they're being set up with someone. they just want to have some fun and peace in their lives and not get caught up or involved with someone in a romantic setting lmao. “i thought this was supposed to be a party ? not a blind date" is what i'm getting from their energy. eventually , your future spouse would brush it off and enjoy the event throughout the night.

ෆ⸒⸒ pile two

your future spouse is currently dealing with heavy burdens in their life at the moment. there seems to be a challenging situation in their partake and how they have the urge to weigh down their responsibilities. i sensed that they were worrying about what the others may say about them ? 'cause i'm getting the word "discussion" + the show "gossip girl" and how prominent it was in this reading. perhaps your future spouse is in a stressful conversation and how it makes them feel anxious.

oohh i'm getting something about "leaked information" ? this is some high school-level drama 😭 it's like someone found out some info about your future spouse and they decided to spread it publicly , possibly being blackmailed or some sort. because of it everyone who is in the same environment as your future spouse is chattering about the so-called rumor.

gurl wait a min-- it's definitely a false rumor because whatever this information was is so far-fetched as to what that leaker may thought of. surprisingly enough it seems that your future spouse was waiting for their medical / lab results ? something that's related to health and how they've been focusing on their well-being these days yet it was misinterpreted as something else to which i cannot seem to point it out.

"one night stand". it's like they thought that your future spouse got into contact with some kind of transmittable disease that is related to sexual acts but it's not 💀 either way , i can see how they're trying their best to ignore those rumors and decided to focus on dealing with their confidential paperwork matters. i'm getting heavy themes of long-term stability , spiritual , emotional , and physical healing.

i feel that they're also grounding themselves amidst the chaos that they're currently facing. "let me do my own thing" , yeah they don't really give a damn about what others may think about your future spouse because they know themselves better than anyone else. i sensed that they're seeking balance in their life at the moment. i remembered earlier how your future spouse is dealing with too much work which lead them to feel fatigued or tired.

they may want to resolve their burdens quitely and in a rational way, a lot of reflecting for this one. all they could ever wish for at the moment is to have me-time and be in tune with themselves , being in a state of tranquility. hoping that the rumor dies down soon and everything went back to normal.

ෆ⸒⸒ pile three

i feel that there's a new female presence in your future spouse's life and how she's planning to take a visit. i'm also seeing them exchanging messages , emails , or texts with one another , discussing their plans for the future. it's similar to how someone is asking you as to what you're going to do after graduation. whoever this woman is , she seems to have something in her mind that she wants to talk about to your future spouse.

there's a swift movement of news that's coming on their way. it's possible that your future spouse may receive important information or messages from this female and how it is something to look forward to. perhaps there's a given opportunity or a project that was being offered to your future spouse that they may want to pursue.

i'm also sensing how this woman is trying to comfort your future spouse and how there's no romantic connection going on between the two of them. whatever this news may be it seems to be a negative one because i feel that your future spouse is experiencing some kind of worriness upon hearing it. they seem to be also stress , it's like they have lost something dear or important to them.

i'm leaning more so on their career side , it's possible that they may have been declined or rejected by a company or job that they wished to work with. for some of you , your future spouse could also be rejected by a university they hoped to attend yet their college application didn't meet what the university is looking for in a student.

"what am i supposed to do ?" there are a lot of what-ifs that are stirring your future spouse's mind at the moment. it was a once in a lifetime moment for them and when they heard about this saddened news they felt disheartened. thinking about it is gradually eroding their peace of mind and how it causes them to feel unease. they seem to want a change in their dynamic in life.

nevertheless , despite these worries that are consuming them , there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. for as long as they remain an optimistic outlook , your future spouse will experience positive moments that are entering their life that may bring them short-term relief or satisfaction. it's possible that in the near-yet-distant future , they'll encounter an unexpected luck that aligns with their plans.

[bluespace-writer]

I had this idea and I NEED to get it out

Ofc feel free to ignore this tho

Sniper x gn other team reader who seems to always figure out where he is. It's like they have this weird spidey sense type thing. Like, they'll look directly into his scope or fire a warning shot next to him when he hasn't seen them yet.

Maybe they've even sniped him once with like a handgun or something cuz he pissed them off

Like I can imagine how much of a loop it would throw him through

Also, if he could be a pining loser, that would be great

Ooh also what if he also noticed how they're particularly brutal with the rest of his team but not him (examples above) because they have a soft spot for / crush on him too

[I can't express how MUCH I love this idea! Thank you for this ask it was fun to write it! Have fun reading!]

Warning shots

◇ TF2 Sniper x GN!Reader [crush]

Badlands, where setting sun gives you third degree burns and gravel is treated like gold, a place where lays control point, ready to be taken over by one of the two teams, and belive when I say, it is no easy thing to do. The point was active for some time now, but no one on the teams managed to get it before they were shot down, dying in their own pool of blood and coming back to life, trying all over again.

Meanwhile Sniper was on his was to changes places to confuse his opponents, firing from high place, his scope scanning the corners and waiting for some idiot to take a peek and find themselves with a bullet in their skull.

Another warning shoot. This time bullet made a hole in his hat. Bugger. How?? He just got here! He didn't even fired his weapon! What kind of six sense bullshit is this! Alright, alright... there is no time to think about it, he has a job that needs to be done. Again, he decided to change his position, walking to the comple opposite side of the war zone.

"Steady... Steady..." Sniper mumbled to himself while aiming at the enemy Heavy's head. Then BAM, bullet hit, creating hole in wooden plank next to his head. Sniper moved away from the window, completely caught off guard. He was sure it was a good spot and none one will be able to find him this quickly ! No matter. He decided to change his position, it was not a good idea to try to shoot again from the same spot when someone knew he was there. He passed Engineer's nest and found for himself better spot to try again. He aimed carefully, grinned when dot from his scope pointed on Medic's head and-...

Bang!

He found much better spot this time, far away from the control point but close enough for him to land every shoot. Finally, he can continue his job without any surprises. Sniper looked through his scope and noticed- You. He was ready to pull the trigger when suddenly you turned your head to the left and looked directly at him. Sniper felt weird tingle on his neck. Did...Did you noticed him? No... it's impossible, he is too far away! But there you were, staring directly into his scope, completely aware of his current position. Were you the one who knew where he had always been? His eyebrows knit together, as he was aiming at your head, but you were quicker and pullet trigger on your handgun, shooting Sniper right into the shoulder three times.

Sniper did the only reasonable thing, which was running away to find the closests med kit. As he was runing he thought about....this. This weird treatment you were giving him. Besides Pyro and Solider you are one of the most violent mercenary on your team, always finishing your targets in the most brutal and extreme way possible, and yet you, of all people, were giving him warning shoots! Twice ! It was....strange...

This situation for you two was a tradition at this point. Whenever Sniper was trying to shoot someone down, you were there to send your bullet ricochet next to him, suddenly shout "Sniper ahead!!" and let rest of your team know he is watching. Or you'll turn around and stare at him as if you were saying "I always know where you are."

It annoyed him. His ego was damaged now, because of you and your stupid abnormal senses. Only times he could get a kill at this point was when you were respawning or when enemy Spy failed to backstab him. Was he even allowed to call himself a professional now?? You were now his biggest priority on the battlefield, he was constantly waiting for you to show up just to land a shoot on you. Not even to kill you, even a simple bruse was enough for him. It trapped him into a tunel vision that resulted in him dying several times to the rest of your team.

Well.

Sniper was aiming at respawn machine, waiting for you to come out. He didn't even hear footsteps creeping up behind him. He only realized someone was behind him when he was pulled by the shoulder, and pinned against the wall by- you!

How-

When-

Looks like Sniper forgot that this respawn had two exits. You were holding him for...quite a while not. Both of you stared at each other, not moving an inch.

...

...

...

...

This was akward.

....what the bloody hell was that?!

Sniper felt sweat on his eyebrows and how his face is getting warmer from the embarrassed. You smirked before letting him go and you-

Just-

Walked away...

He should be dead! But you just decided to spare him? Why??? And that look on your face... He always saw you stare at him, but only now he saw your eyes up close...they looked... surprisingly pleasant to look at.

Now you're stuck in his head. Constantly teasing each other with shots and looks. Sniper felt better, knowing he wouldn't be butchered by you like the rest of his team. Was he this special? Were you...special to him? Each thought about you made his cheeks shine in pink and clouded mind with this weird soft feeling. But don't think only he did! Ha! Come on, it was obvious you have soft spot for this Australian man. It was not hard to miss when you shredded enemy team like nothing, and only Sniper was able to somehow "Get away" or just "Suddenly disappeared". The tingling, almost spider like sense made you detect him like on radar, which was the reason why you found it so hard to not think about him.

You two found a reeallllly interesting way to flirt with each other heh.

[hotluncheddie]

Day 4: Edging

"Bi Freak"

Ao3

wc: 3.5 | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, bisexual Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington, mean dom Steve Harrington (kinda), degradation, sub top Eddie

written for @subeddieweek <3

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‘Jesus, are you hard?’ Steve asks, incredulous at how fucking ridiculous Eddie’s cock can be at times. Even walking just behind him Steve must spot how Eddie’s hands shift to tug at his belt buckle, the way his gait is a little more awkward than usual.  

Eddie freezes, readjusting again as Steve saunters past. Cheeks feeling a little hot over being caught. He was Subtle, or so he thought, but his jeans must just not be tight enough to hide his boner. 

They're walking back to the beamer after eating at the diner in town. A few familiar faces around since its summer. The two of them included, back over from Indi for a visit to see Wayne for his birthday. 

Unfortunately, seeing Wayne means staying with Wayne and while that is wonderful, the walls of the trailer are still, absolutely, the width of paper mache. So, Steve had decided the concept of sex was much too mortifying in those conditions. A different consensus from when they first got together, Eddie had pointed out. But, Steve had just laughed and kissed him, in that condescending way that just made the whole situation so so much harder, figuratively and literally.

Its been a week, basically, and Eddie’s getting desperate, and Steve is getting mean. 

Eddie jogs to catch up to Steve's long strides. ‘Did you see her though? Christ Steve she, she's a vision. A fucking goddess dude.’ 

‘I saw I saw.’ Steve shoves his hands in his jacket, Eddie looming in close at his side.

‘Like she was something then, but now? Bigger and better, did you see? You saw them right?’ Eddie moves his arms around, cups his hands, clenches his fingers. A horny interpretive dance. 

Steve sighs, faux wistfully. ‘Every day I almost forget how much of a tits guy you are, and everyday you just gotta remind me, huh? Munson? What's up with that?’ Steve jabs his elbow into Eddie’s side. Grins at the cackle it elicits. 

‘You know I fundamentally disagree with that question, Stevie. No one should be subjected to a choice like that.’ Eddie laughs, swooping in close to Steve's neck for a moment, in that way he loves. Steve’s elbow coming out to make him back away. 

Steve pulls his keys out of his pocket, the car coming into view, parked in the furthest corner. 

‘Your tits are amazing by the way.’

Steve laughs again. ‘Thanks dude, I know. Lucky for you my ego is big enough to handle your crazy libido.’ 

Eddie grumbles, kicking at a can. ‘Only crazy because of the damn “no touching” rule you set.’ 

‘Aww’ Steve coos, ‘baby cant handle a little teasing anymore?’ He smirks at Eddie, unlocking the car but not opening the door, instead watching Eddie slump over, pouting. 

Steve stalks around to the passenger side, opening the door for him and pulling his arm, shoving Eddie down onto the seat with a hand on his head. 

Eddie whimpers, feels pre-cum leak out of his tip and soak into his boxers. Fuck, he’s hard - worse now. Steve’s not let him have more than a peck, more than a nighttime spoon, for days. 

‘Wanna know a secret?’ Steve asks. 

Eddie’s slumped on the passenger seat, feet still on concrete. He rubs his hands over his burning cheeks and peeks up at the sunshine being blocked from above. Steve leaning a forearm in the car hood, looming over Eddie, caging him in. 

Steve steps right up into Eddie space, shoving his knee onto the seat right between Eddies thighs. crushing his cock. Steve leans in even closer, breath ghosting over Eddie's ear, making him shiver. 

‘I know how she tastes.’ 

Eddie feels like all his air gets gut punched out of him, feels his fucking pupils dilate so much his vision goes blurry. He makes a strangled sort of moan. His boxers flooding with cum.

‘…Did? Did you just?’

Eddies panting so hard all he can really do is nod his head. 

‘You’re so pretty.’ He slurs, staring up at Steve, haloed and lovely and how did Eddie get so lucky?

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, but he smiles down at him, strokes his cheek and looks at him with eyes full of stars. ‘You can go again through right?’ He asks. 

Eddie beams. ‘Fuck yeah!’ 

Steve laughs, shaking his head. He closes Eddie’s door and gets behind the wheel. Puts on his sunglasses and lays his hand on Eddie’s thigh. ‘No touching while I’m driving. Let's go break into my parents house.’ 

Eddie leans back in the headrest, grinning. ‘By break in, do you mean use the spare key?’

‘Sure do baby. They won't even be there.’ Steve says, and pulls out of the diner parking lot. 

-

Back at Steves Eddie sprawls out in his bedroom, familiar in its ugliness but the mattress has always been to die for.

Eddie listens to the sound of Steve moving through the house, not sure what he’s doing. But they’ve fallen into routines like this before, Eddie waiting upstairs while Steve did whatever it was that made a big empty house like this run smooth. He works the same magic on their apartment; structuring Eddie enough to not get overwhelmed by chores and eventually listening to Eddie’s please to not do it all himself. Steve could work himself to the bone and still ask if Eddie needed a glass of water. But now they have a chart, and Eddie’s always had a knack for laundry. 

But, at times like these, brain directly attached to his dick and almost nowhere else, Eddie wants to be directed.He wants Steve to do exactly as much as he wants, do so exactly as he pleases, Eddie almost an afterthought. 

Yeah, Eddie wants that. He shivers, hears Steves footsteps on the staircase. 

‘Unzip your jeans but don’t take them off.’ Steve says, coming into the room, searching for something. 

Eddie complies quickly, standing. Steve walks out of the room.

Steve walks back in with his shirt off. Looking Eddie up and down, face blank. 

He lifts the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt and shoves it in his mouth, saliva soaking the fabric between his teeth, cool air hitting his exposed nipples. ‘Show me.’ Steve says, calm and neutral, like Eddie is his doll to play with.

He pulls at the waistband of his boxers and his eyes burn as he watches Steve. Refusing to blink, refusing to miss the look on his face once he sees the mess. 

Steve’s eyes roam Eddie’s face for a moment, steely and almost cold. He looks down, raises his eyebrows. Eddie feels his cock twitch at the attention, at the judgment. 

Steve looks back up. ‘Look at it.’ And Eddie glances down, breath hitching at the sight of his cock covered in his own cum, some of it starting to crust but the tip still shiny and wet, leaning against the sodden fabric of his boxers. 

Eddie looks back up at Steve, sees that he watched his whole reaction. Pupils blown wide and Steve's hand has migrated up to tweak at his own nipple. Jealousy burns in Eddie’s gut; that he’s not allowed to touch Steve like that, not yet. 

Eddie whimpers again, he wants to kiss him, wants to eat him. 

‘Fuck’ Steve murmurs, like he can read Eddie’s mind. Maybe he can, or it’s just how good Steve has gotten at reading Eddie’s face.

‘Colour?’ Steve asks.

‘Super fuckin’ green.’ Eddie says around the fabric, grinning, watching Steves smile bloom right back 

‘Good’ Steve pecs his top lip. Eddie surging forward, chasing, letting the wet hem fall. 

Steve stops him with a finger on his chest. His expression smoothing back into one of mild disgust. ‘So needy.’ Steve drawls. ‘Take off everything but your boxers.’ And he’s gone again, leaving Eddie to struggle out of his clothes in a rush. 

Steve walks back in, now only in his boxers too, Eddie can see the outline of his cock through the material and it makes his mouth water. It takes him a second to register that Steve’s holding the Polaroid camera now too. 

‘Show me, like you did before.’ Steve says, fiddling with the camera, waiting. 

Eddie does as he’s told and he feels goosebumps dabble over his skin, heat rushing south so fast it makes his nipples hard. 

Steve takes a photo of eddies cock covered in his own, slightly crusted, cum. The flash taking Eddie’s breath away. 

But Steve just leaves again, without a word. Eddie stands stock still and hears the shower turn on, the faint sound of the camera again. 

Steve comes back in flapping the polaroids. He sets the camera down and walks back over to Eddie, handing him a damp wash cloth. 

‘Clean yourself off.’ He says, leaning on one hip, looking board. ‘And fold your clothes on the desk, boxers on top, they need washing.’ Eyes flashing to Eddie’s, bitchy and judgmental. Eddie moans, even more heat rushing south, his gut churning. 

But Eddie does as he’s told, ignoring the heat between his thighs, Steve’s eyes on him as he settles the clothes in a neat pile. ‘Good. Now grab a pillow and kneel down. You’re gonna watch my photos develop while I shower. That sound okay?’ He asks, condensing, but the question is laced with sweetness, infused with the knowledge that Steve knows Eddie loves him like this, loves being talked to like this. But he can end it any time. Any time either of them want. 

Eddie just nods, bites his lip, turning to the bed to grab a pillow and situate himself on the floor. 

Steve bends and lays the photos in front of where Eddie’s kneeled. Then strokes his cheek with a thumb, making Eddie preen, blinking his eyes closed slowly. 

The crack of the slap registers after the feeling, Eddie’s head turned slightly to the side. Low moan distant to his own ears. 

He blinks his eyes back open, looking up at Steve’s and his pretty face. He thinks there must be spit sliding down his chin, because Steve’s thumb comes to wipe something away, dipping into Eddie’s parted lips gently, for a moment. 

And then Steve turns swiftly for the door, stopping just at the threshold. Eddie eyes snapping back up from where they were looking at his ass and Steve’s stifles a smile. Eddie’s own growing slow and dopey on his face. 

‘You can touch, I want you hard once I’m back. But if you cum again I’m not doing anything with you for a week.’ He says and Eddie blinks at him. Nodding as the words filter through his brain. 

He closes his eyes once Steve leaves and the water turns on. Lets his fingers dance towards his cock, cheek hot and tight and he moves it at the same time he wraps around himself, shoulders hunching around another guttural moan. 

Then he remembers the photos. 

He looks down and laying in front of his bent knees there’s two polaroids. The one of Eddie is almost fully developed, his dark thatch of hair speckled with globs of his own cum, white in contrast and just as noticeable in half crusted patches over the pink flush of his cock. It’s a mess. 

Eddie works himself at the sight, getting to full hardness with a strangled gasp. Remembering Steve eyeing it, remembering what he’d said that caused Eddie to finish so quick. 

The other is still only half developed. But the photos edges are rendering sections of the familiar Harrington bathroom, white tiles and blue walls, shower curtain and the edge of the large ornate mirror. Tan skin starts to become clear, Steve’s big hand holding the camera aloft, taking his own photo using the mirrors reflection, the back of his head. 

Eddie’s hand speeds up and he watches, wide eyed, as Steve’s broad shoulders come into view, the arch and strong length of his back. Eddie bites his lip again, harder, as Steve’s back ends in his bare ass perched on the counter.

The dark ring of a plug just visible between his cheeks. 

Eddie strangles a cry, gripping himself hard at the base, stifling his orgasm and feeling tears spring at his eyes. Steve’s must’ve been wearing that all through their time at the diner, all through the day. Stretched and wet and Eddie clenches his thighs together, covers his mouth with his palm and squeezes his eyes shut. 

‘Fuck. Fuck!’ He mumbles behind his hand, breathing shakily through his nose. Steve is something else.

Finally the shower shuts off and Steve returns. Eddie still kneeling, panting heavily, cock hard and leaking between his thighs. Still coming down from the brink. Steve just smirks at him, running a towel through his hair. 

He lays down on the bed, settling against the headboard. He trails his fingers over himself, tracing his nipple and stomach before giving his cock a few tugs, getting it hard. 

Eddie watches the whole thing, hands still gripping his thighs. 

Eventually Steve’s eyes slide open, that little smirk on his face. He opens his arms for Eddie, motioning him in. 

Eddie scrambles up and into them, kissing and sucking at Steve’s neck and shoulders. Cock already grinding desperately between Steve’s damp cheeks. 

‘You liked the pictures baby?’ Steve whispers, smile in his voice, mouth hot on Eddie’s ear. 

Eddie shivers and pulls back, disbelief on his face. ‘I can’t believe you.’ He gushes. 

Steve smiles at him and his cheeks are flush from the shower, his damp hair is falling into his forehead. ‘Fuck, you’re so pretty.’ Eddie says, always always amazed by Steve. He needs him, wants to be inside. 

He grinds again, catching Steve’s hole, relishing in Steve’s eyes rolling slightly. ‘Get me wet first.’ Steve demands pulling at Eddie’s hair, shoving his head away. 

Eddie bites his lip, cock twitching, he pulls at Steve’s thighs, bending him in half. Dips low to lick a long wet stripe across his ass. Tongue pressing at Steves hole, breaching the already stretched muscle and fucking his tongue in until there’s spit sliding down Steve’s crack. 

Eventually Steve pulls Eddie off by his hair, chest all flushed and nipples hard. 

Reaching over Steve gets the condom and lube from his bedside table. He doesn’t live here anymore, hasn’t for years. But the remnants of their sneaking around before Steve up and left with Eddie and Robin are still there. He never completely fell out with his parents, but he didn’t really tell them where he was going either. They continue to essentially ignore Steve and Steve continues to sneak into their house whenever he’s in Hawkins and fuck his boyfriend in whichever room he pleases. It’s not ideal, but it works. 

‘Gonna show me what that useless cock can do?’ Steve goads, sitting up to roll the condom onto Eddie and slicking him with lube. 

Eddie whines. 

He hitches Steve’s thighs up, forcing him Back flat, hands beneath his knees. Steve sighs into the touch and Eddie watches his length get slowly swallowed by Steve’s tight, wet heat. 

Eddie bottoms out, watching his length disappear. He feels his balls draw up, ears ringing and he’s so close. He’s so close. 

The slap makes him stutter, eye wide as he stare at Steve. ‘Do not cum.’ Steve seethes, finger in eddies face, like he’s a misbehaving child. Eddie moans, gripping Steves thighs to hold himself still, breathing deeply through his nose to stave off his orgasm. 

He stays buried in Steve, willing himself back down. Panting, he feels tears prickle at his eyes again. ‘That’s it.’ Steve soothes, hand coming up to stroke over the red mark he left on Eddie’s face. 

Eddie breaths, eyes closed, feels the tendrils in his gut uncoil slightly. No longer right on the brink. 

Eventually he opens them, Steve’s eyes on him. Eddie leans down, hands either side of Steve’s face. He starts moving his hips again, building a steady pace. 

‘You should’ve touched yourself in front of her today.’ Steve says, looking up at Eddie with that closed off look again, haughty and judgmental. Eddie moans. ‘What do you think she would’ve done? If you got your stupid needy cock out in the diner, you think she would’ve laughed?’ Steve asks, voice mean and even, the only sign of arousal the flutter of his eyelashes as Eddie thrusts especially deep. 

‘Fuck Steve.’ Eddie pants, thinking about it. ‘I used to think about that while you were at Scoops’ He admits, eyes watching Steve, watching his smirk broaden. 

‘Yeah? You would’ve got your big dumb cock out on the counter for me while I scooped ice cream?’ 

Eddie’s hips stutter, he’s getting close again. ‘Yeah, used, u-used to go jack off in the bathrooms after seeing you at that mall. In that outfit. Fuck Steve, wanted you so bad.’ Eddie whines. 

Steve coos, finger trailing up Eddie’s sweaty neck. ‘Who knew the freak would be so needy’

Eddie whimpers feeling a blush spread down his chest. He moves his hips faster, wanting to get in deeper. 

Steve cracks, moaning. ‘Fuck, make me cum baby, get me there.’ Steve says, gripping his own cock now. Other hand holding him in place with the headboard. Eddie going faster, deeper, grazing that spot he knows so well inside Steve. 

Steve throws his head back, releasing all over himself with a shout, soft hair splayed across the pillow and cheeks flushed pink. Eddie slows, grinding. He’s so close again, so achingly hard he can feel his pre dripping out, filling the condom. 

‘I think I would’ve let you. Maybe Played with your cock while I worked.’ Steve pants. ‘But only if you cleaned up after yourself.’ And he scoops up some of the cum from his stomach and chest, feeding it into Eddie’s slack mouth. 

Eddie sucks, swallowing and tasting salt, flooding his mouth with saliva, some slipping out down his chin. ‘’Teve.’ He pleads, garbled. Begging for permission. His eyes wide and wet, hips unable to stop. 

‘You wanna cum baby?’ Steve asks, holding Eddie’s jaw with his spit slick fingers, fucking his own hips down onto Eddie’s cock. 

Eddie nods, whining, digging his fingers into the sheets, trying not to think about what will happen if he comes too soon. 

‘What are you baby? Are you my little freak, my little perv?’ Steve teases. 

Eddie shivers, nodding, his whole body shaking in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. Shame writhing filthily in his gut, threatening to spill. 

Steve pulls Eddie closer, kissing his cheek and letting him burrow his face in Steve’s neck. Eddie licks over his moles, wants to mark him, burrow his cock inside and never leave. ‘Thats it, my dumb thing, fucking me so good.’ Steve pets over Eddie’s hair as his hips speed up, thrusting into Steve harder, the sounds of skin slapping echoing through the house. 

‘Cum for me.’ Steve whispers, hot breath sending shivers down his back. Eddie’s rhythm turning sloppy and desperate as he thrusts deep one last time. Cumming and crying out into Steve’s neck, tears slipping onto Steve’s skin and Eddie clenches his teeth so hard his jaw cracks. 

He cums for so long he’s almost numb, shaky and boneless as he falls on top of Steve. 

Steve holds him close, threading his fingers through Eddie’s sweaty hair and whispering praise in his ear. 

Eventually Eddie moves slightly from on top of Steve, letting his softening cock slip out and his head rest on Steve’s chest. Listening to his heart beat. ‘Good boy, you’re my good boy Eddie.’ Steve says softly, threading his fingers into Eddie’s curls to massage his scalp. 

Eddie groans, boneless and satiated. ‘Was I too mean?’ Steve asks from above him. 

‘Fuck no. Made me cum my whole brain out.’ Eddie slurs, pressing his forehead between Steve’s hairy pecs. 

Steve tsks him, tugging at Eddie’s hair. The sharp pain making Eddie hiss and he sucks one of Steve’s nipples into his mouth, clamping down on top of him so he can’t wriggle away. 

‘Okay, okay! Quit it, you monster.’ Steve laughs, shoving Eddie’s face off. 

Eddie sits back in his heels, laughing, finally taking the condom off and tossing it onto the floor. ‘You want another shower before we head back to Wayne’s?’ He asks, petting distractedly at Steve’s pink hole, still shiny with lube. 

‘Ye just gimme a sec.’ Steve says, stretching, making Eddie’s fingertip slip inside. ‘And quit playing with that, what are you, a perv?’ He asks, smirking up at him. 

Eddie grins, lunging back on top of Steve and biting his shoulder. 

Steve yelps and Eddie scoops him up, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. 

‘Oh! Stevie, remind me to put those polaroids in my wallet. I think I’ll get a lot of use out of ‘em.’ Eddie says, dumping Steve on the closed toilet and turning the shower on. 

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[drabbles-mc]

All Settled

Rick Flag x F!Reader (past: Rick Flag x June Moone)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: caught in a storm

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, arguing, light angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: They're aruging, they're pining, they're stuck in an airport together. We love to see it! also idk i might write more for these two eventually I'm not sure i just don't know but there are Vibes i might explore later lmao

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It was perfect, really. Not in the way that it was good, but in the way that it happened and all you could do was laugh, shake your head, and think to yourself, “Of fucking course.”

“This funny to you?” Rick asked, clearly not as amused as you as he dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud. It wasn’t nearly as loud as the clap of thunder that sounded right before he’d spoken to you, though.

“I mean,” you said with a shrug, also letting your bag slip down off your shoulders, albeit with less drama, “it’s a little funny to me, yeah.”

He shook his head, scuffing the toe of his boot along the tiled floor. You could tell by that and the tightness of his jaw alone that he was fighting the urge to punt his own bag across the floor. “Glad you think so.”

You didn’t let it faze you—Rick and his short fuse weren’t anything new to you at this point. “Yeah, because getting mad about it like you are seems to be so much better.”

He opened his mouth to fire back at you, but he stopped himself when he saw the traces of amusement on your face, that you were just going to take whatever he said to you in that moment and flip it right back onto him. You were one of the few people in the world that he would request time and time again to assist with Task Force X whenever he could, whenever he got enough leash to bring in an extra body on his side of things. But it didn’t make him any less annoyed with you in moments like this.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Flag,” you said as you dropped into one of the many empty chairs behind you. Lightning flashed outside, bright light coming through all the airport windows for a split second. “We’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.”

He shook his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to pace and be angry about the situation, or sit down next to you and be angry about it instead. His exhaustion won out just enough to get him to sink down into the chair beside yours.

“Made it through all that shit, and we get stuck on the layover. That’s,” he shook his head, “that’s just…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him with a laugh. You looked over at him, watching as he shook his head and tried not to look like he wanted to laugh right along with you. “Look at the bright side,” you stretched your legs out in front of you, crossing one over the other, “least we didn’t get stuck in this storm with the rest of the team.”

The sigh he puffed out turned into a laugh, shaking his head as he thought about the scenario you’d just put into his head. “Fuckin’ A.”

“Exactly.” You let your head drop back to rest against the top of the seat. You stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds in silence before saying, “We should’ve gotten a hotel room.”

Now it was his turn to laugh at you. “Seriously? We’ve been stuck out,” he gestured vaguely, not wanting to say exactly where even though there weren’t many people around, “you know, and you’re gonna bitch about sleeping in an airport?”

Turning your head to look at him, you raised your eyebrows and replied, “I’m off the clock, Rick—I’d like to sleep in a real bed if at all possible.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Poor thing,” he mocked.

You laughed, elbowing his arm off the rest that separated your chair from his. Like he had any right to give you grief about complaining at this point. “Fuck you.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. The two of you sat there in your insanely uncomfortable airport chairs, with posture that wasn’t fit at all for the caliber of soldier that the both of you were. Both of you were watching the few people who were stuck at the airport with you. Your flight had been one of the last, but it seemed like a couple others that were scheduled to leave late got pushed off until the morning. No one was dedicated enough to getting a hotel room to go outside in the rain and wind to get a cab. So you watched everyone putting together makeshift beds of their own out of their luggage, draping themselves across chairs. Whatever it took to be at least mildly comfortable.

You’d been still and quiet for so long that Rick thought that you might’ve fallen asleep. Tilting his head, he glanced over at you to find you very much awake. Your eyes were fixed on the small cluster of people who were at the gate across from yours. Among them was a woman with two children, young enough that they thought this was all so fun and exciting.

“Why do you always say yes?” he asked you, watching you as you watched everything around you.

Your face contorted in confusion but you still didn’t turn to face him. “Hm?”

“When I put in the request for you, why do you always say yes?”

You chuckled, finally facing him. “Why do you keep requesting me?”

“’Cause I know you won’t let me get shot.”

You laughed at that, trying not to be too loud as everyone continued to hunker down to go to sleep. “Yea, I guess that’s fair.” You pulled your legs up, feet resting on the edge of your seat as you wrapped your arms so that your hands interlocked and rested on your shins. “Maybe I just like making sure you don’t get shot.”

He smiled, a tiny grin that was briefly illuminated by another strike of lightning. “Can’t like it that much.”

You arched your brow. “Want me to start saying no? Leave the big bad Colonel all on his own?”

He shook his head at you. “Not what I said. I just, I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, letting them rest over his stomach as he looked at the same place you’d just been looking. “You always seemed like you were looking to settle down. This,” he laughed, “this shit ain’t settled.”

You hummed in amusement as you nodded. “It’s not.” You paused. “I’m just, I don’t know, guess I haven’t really found someone to settle with yet. Not gonna give this up with no reason to.” You waited for him to look at you. “Lucky for you, though, huh?”

He nodded, gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t say anything else in response. You couldn’t tell if there was more that he wanted to say. Either way, it didn’t matter much. He sunk down a little farther in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. The heel of his boots rested just on the far side of his ridiculously large duffle bag, ensuring that no one would be able to try and snatch it without him noticing. You shook your head at the precaution—it didn’t seem like anyone in present company was going to want any of his fatigues and t-shirts that hadn’t been washed in a week. You let him have that, though. You watched as his chin dropped and tucked towards his chest, eyes falling closed even though he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep for a long time.

“Think you’re ever going to?” you asked, propping your chin on your knees as you did.

His eyes were still shut as he asked, “Ever gonna what?”

“Settle down?”

His eyes slowly opened, muscles tensing as he processed the two-word question. “I don’t know.”

You were nearly kicking yourself for ruining the moment. Things were fine. You didn’t have to pry, but you did it anyway. You just couldn’t let things lie—it was a habit you always meant to work on and never got around to it.

“Sorry,” you said, your voice tentative in a way that it hardly ever was with anyone, least of all with Rick.

He looked at you, brows meeting in confusion. “For what?”

You knew that answering the question was just going to dig a deeper hole, but you also knew that you weren’t going to be able to ignore the question, either. Stubbornness was one of the traits that you and Rick shared.

You shrugged, wishing that you could pull your legs in farther, make yourself smaller and disappear out of this conversation. “It’s not my business. I know that…it’s just…I know since June you sorta just—”

“Got it,” he cut you off.

You fought the urge to sigh with everything in you. You were annoyed with yourself, but you were annoyed with him too. “Right.”

There was just enough of a shift in your tone to keep him hooked into the conversation, even though it was evident that neither of you wanted to continue it. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not doing this with you, Rick.” He went to try and argue but you kept talking before he could. “You don’t wanna talk about it so we’re just, we’re not gonna talk about it. Forget I fuckin’ said anything.” There was a long stretch of silence and before you could use any impulse control you said, “But to be fair, you asked me first.”

He sighed. “We doin’ this right now?”

“What this are you referring to, exactly?” you snapped, voice hushed. The rain beating down and echoing against the roof helped to hide some of your conversation.

“Since when do you wanna talk about that? About all my shit? About, about June?” He hesitated on it but he still managed to get the question out. You couldn’t remember the last time he actually said her name.

You were too caught up in your frustration to empathize about it though. “Are you serious?” You let your feet drop back to the floor, adjusting yourself in your chair so that your entire torso was turned and facing him. “You’re gonna sit there and pretend that I’m the one who never wanted to talk about it?” You scoffed. “Fuck’s sake, Rick. The only reason I found out the two of you broke up in the first place was because Boomer made some asshole comment and you nearly tossed him out of the helicopter. You have never wanted to talk to me about all of that. About anything, really.”

Rick’s fists were clenched at his sides, trying to keep himself from getting too defensive but you weren’t making it easy for him. You never did. He didn’t make it easy for himself, either. “Hey—”

“Actually, now that I think about it,” you cut him off, “you never talk to me about anything outside of work. You know all about me, but I don’t know shit about—”

“That’s not true,” he interjected, voice firm enough to give you pause. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat at that. He wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t completely wrong either. You both knew plenty about each other but there were always a series of walls that Rick kept up, ones that you never got around to building for yourself. Moments like that made it hard not to feel the distance.

“Whatever,” you finally said, not wanting to give in and actually tell him that he was right.

He was still shaking his head at you as he went back to staring at his boots. “Don’t know why you care so much anyway—not like you ever liked her.”

“What? I,” you sputtered as you shook your head, “I had no problem with June. What are you talking about? I barely even knew her.”

It was true. Outside of the events of Midway City, you had next to no contact with June. Rick was pretty much her sole protective detail, hence how the rest of their entire situation played out. You were part of his team that time around too, although despite being his right hand, you were far from the top of his priority list the way that you were all the times after that when you guys handled ops together. But that was the only time you ever really spent around June, and to say that you really spent it with her would’ve been a stretch even under the most forgiving circumstances. But still, you never had a problem with her.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle—either way it was full of attitude. “Right.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fuck you.”

You angled yourself away from him, turning your body so that you were facing forward again. Part of you wanted to get up and walk to another part of the airport. It would’ve been pointless, though. In just a few more hours the two of you would be sitting next to each other on the plane anyway. There was no escaping him until the trip was over. For a split second, you let yourself indulge in the thought that maybe next time you’d say no when he asked you to tag in.

“Should’ve gotten out when she did,” you mumbled.

You heard the sound of his clothes rustling as he turned to look at you. “What was that?”

You didn’t hesitate, not looking at him but speaking just a little louder, and a whole lot clearer. “I said you should’ve gotten out when she did.” You turned and looked at him, wanting to hit him with the full weight of what you were going to say next. “Maybe then you’d still—”

“Don’t fuckin’ go there,” he said, tone low but brimming with anger.

You rolled your eyes, slumping back against the chair. “Yes, sir.”

There were only about ten seconds between your response and him speaking up again, but those seconds felt like hours to Rick as he tried to force himself to just be honest instead of angry for once. Or at least be honest while he was being angry.

“It was because I wouldn’t give it up,” he finally said, bitterness coating his voice.

Your face scrunched in confusion for a moment before you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“She left because I wouldn’t give it up. She wanted nothing to do with any of it after everything that happened. I got that. She was just waiting for me to walk away from it too.”

“You got into this shit for her—why didn’t you walk away?”

“Think Waller was just gonna let me walk?”

You shrugged. “Not at first. But she’d get tired of fighting you eventually.” You paused. “She probably would’ve ended your entire military career though.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “no thanks.”

“How long did it take her to realize you weren’t gonna quit?” you asked, figuring that if he was gonna open the door you might as well take a peek inside.

He shook his head. “Longer than it should’ve for someone as smart as she is.”

“Love makes you stupid.”

He let out a laugh, one that was one part sadness, one part humor. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Not on you.”

“You really love this shit, huh?” you asked, really processing the full weight of what he was telling you. Rick had turned his whole life on its head to save June. He said it himself that she was the only woman he’d ever really cared about. From the way he was acting during everything leading up to what happened at Midway City, you were certain that he would’ve done anything for her. But apparently not.

If he laughed you couldn’t hear it over the rumbles of thunder. “’Bout as much as I hate it.” He looked over at the windows for a moment, able to see the rain pelting down in the dark, then he looked back at you. “Stupid, right?”

You chuckled quietly. “That’s how you know you love it.”

“What’s your excuse, then?” he asked. “Because I know you sure as shit don’t love this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in the hopes that it would hide all of the thoughts that were racing through your brain because of his question. “Just an adrenaline junkie now, I guess.” You looked over at him. “Regular military ops just don’t do it for me anymore.”

He was slowly starting to let the tension drop out of his shoulders, his guard slowly coming back down as the both of you began to get back to some sort of common ground. “That’s it, huh?”

It wasn’t the time to get into it. It probably wouldn’t ever be the time to get into it. “That and, like you said, someone’s gotta keep you from getting shot.”

He was shaking his head at you, but at least this time he was almost smiling while he did it. The two of you had always had that going for you—no matter how quickly things tensed up between you, you usually managed to cool back down almost as quickly. Some of that was from all the years and hours you’d spent together, some of it was because in the situations you found yourselves in out in the field, there was no time for grudges so it was best to just let shit go if you could. But for yourself, you also knew that there was an element of not wanting to hang onto that, not with him. It’s why you’d always say yes when he asked you.

For a few seconds it was quieter than it had been. The rain lightened enough to not be echoing as it fell against the roof. The thunder and lightning subsided, and the conversation between you hit a lull. So when Rick cleared his throat, it seemed louder than it really was.

You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you. You raised your eyebrows, silently prompting him to say whatever it was that he was gearing up for. His brows scrunched for a split second, a final hesitation but he was still going to go through with it.

“We’re…?” he trailed off, his tone enough to fill in the rest of the question for him.

You smiled, nodding. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” you shifted in your chair so that you were leaning against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, “I won’t leave you hanging next time you call.”

He chuckled, wanting to shake his head and come back with a snarky remark, but he didn’t have it in him. Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest. A feeling that he wasn’t sure he could afford to put too much stock in. He let his head drop to rest against yours. “Thanks.”

[gugugyuu]

best friends - beomgyu x reader

warnings/genre: mild suggestiveness, fluff

beomgyu has been your best friend since god knows when. you both grew up together. from being teenagers to young adults, and you knew everything about him. his strengths, weaknesses, secrets, and unfortunately...

his awful taste in girlfriends.

this week alone, you had seen him with two different girls and each time, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

he used to be someone who dreamed of true love, always chasing it and getting his heart broken in the process. but now, watching him move from one girl to the next, you wondered if he had changed...

maybe this time, beomgyu is the one doing the heartbreaking.

you saw him kiss another girl goodbye and walk over towards you and your friends, you quickly gathered your things and left. you didn't want to talk to him.

and it wasn't jealousy, of course not. you just couldn't stand seeing him act like that, as if none of these girls mattered and the fact that his best friend is also a girl? it only made it worse.

later in class, beomgyu wouldn't leave you alone. he kept poking your arm, touching your hair, and pinching your cheeks, trying to get you to react. you tried to ignore him but couldn't help to be annoyed. "shut it or i'll hit you."

his loud laughter finally caught the professor's attention and beomgyu, without hesitation, he pointed at you and lied that you were cracking jokes.

you panicked, quickly denying it. you're confused by his sudden childish behavior and beomgyu just laughed harder, making the teacher kick both of you out of the class.

he finally managed to isolate himself along with you, he didn't even know why he wanted to be alone with you or what he was supposed to say.

should he apologize? but for what? he also wasn't even sure why you're angry.

thankfully your friends were nearby, breaking the awkwardness between the two of you.

a girl called beomgyu's name from a distance and he casually waved back. yeonjun's eyes lit up with a realization.

he clapped excitedly. "i've been trying to figure out all day who she reminds me of!" he said, grabbing everyone's attention.

beomgyu's heart skipped a beat, he turned to looked at you then turned to yeonjun as he panicked. "he-hey, don't be an-"

but before he could stop him, yeonjun pointed directly at you.

"me?" you asked, confused.

everyone nodded, agreeing with him.

you rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed. "this is stupid." you muttered before walking away from the group.

they called out your name but you didn't bother looking back.

"all of you are idiots." beomgyu shook his head as he sighed, feeling bad about you being compared to others.

taehyun chimed in, "well, all your girlfriends really do really kind of look like her. same face shape, long hair, similar personalities-"

"except that they're cheaters and none of them are prettier." soobin interrupted, standing up suddenly. "i'll go after her." he said then ran to catch up on you.

you felt frustrated by the comparison and the teasing, still couldn't shake the feeling of irritation building up.

the last thing you wanted was to be dragged into beomgyu's romantic mess. you weren't like those girls and the fact that everyone kept saying you look like them... it made it even more frustrating.

soobin caught up to you, panting slightly. "hey, wait up!" he called out, jogging to your side. "don't let them get to you."

you gave him a small smile, grateful for his concern but too annoyed to respond properly. "it's fine." you replied.

the entire situation felt uncomfortable in a way you couldn't quite explain.

you walked together with soobin in silence, you found yourself thinking about beomgyu, how he had changed over the years.

sure, he was still the same playful guy who would steal your snacks and complain about his grades, but there was something different now.

later that evening, beomgyu showed up at your place unexpectedly. you opened the door, surprised to see him, especially after the weird conversation earlier. "can we talk?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual. "best friend?" he called out.

you hesitated but stepped aside to let him in. he didn't waste any time. "look, i'm sorry about earlier. i know everyone were being stupid but... i don't know. i guess it's been bothering me, too."

you blinked, caught off guard.

beomgyu ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking nervous. "i mean... them saying that all my ex-girlfriends kind of look like you. it's weird, right?"

you didn't know what to say and yes it was weird because now, you're starting to see it too but you hadn't really thought too much about it until today. "i guess..." you said slowly, unsure where this was going.

beomgyu sighed, leaning against your wall. "i don't know what's wrong with me lately. i feel like i'm messing everything up and i don't even know why I'm dating these girls anymore. it's like... i'm always looking for something and everything's not working."

you stayed quiet but your heart started beating a little faster, wondering what he was trying to say.

"and then yeonjun pointed at you... i freaked out." he admitted, laughing nervously.

you stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

he looked up, eyes meeting yours. "so maybe i've been looking in the wrong places..."

you gulped, your breath caught in your throat.

what's he trying to say?

"i'm an idiot." beomgyu said with a weak smile. "i've been chasing after these random girls..."

you took a step back, only to feel the wall against your back.

beomgyu walked towards you, gently taking both of your hands. he hesitated for just a second, waiting for you to put up a fight.

none.

he then leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips.

your heart raced and you stood there, completely frozen.

this is beomgyu... your best friend.

the one who drove you crazy, made you laugh, one you never thought would look at you like this.

he pulled back meet your eyes, his expression turned serious, "so if i'm messing this up, tell me now."

"but i need you to know... i can't keep pretending everything's normal between us anymore."

before you could respond, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, breath warm against your skin. his grip on your hands tightened slightly, as if he was both afraid of your reaction and desperate for you to understand the weight of his words.

you had spent years convincing yourself that your feelings for beomgyu were just friendly, that his endless string of girlfriends didn't matter to you.

but now, hearing him pour his heart out... you realized it.

you've been hiding your feelings, just like him.

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[henke-penke]

If Eva was in world tour instead of in the peanut gallery, how do you think Lovers and Fools will play out?

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There are two ways this would go; Eva replaces Duncan, and Evs competes alongside Duncan. I'm gonna focus on the latter for now. Might come back and do the other but I make no promises.

Eva obviously ends up on Team Chris, and the story stays relatively the same up until after Izzy's elimination in Paris. There, Eva pulls Noah to the side and demands answers. She might not be a genius or the best when it comes to people and making observations, but she knows Noah. And she knows he wouldn't cozy up to Heather just for fun.

And Noah tells her the truth. He's made a deal with both Heather and Alejandro to try to make them both jealous and throw them off their game. The reason he tells is quite simple; Eva hates liars and most importantly, can keep a secret.

Eva will have her opinions on the scheme, because it kinda feels cheaty to her, but is ultimately very 'sure whatever' about it. Mostly because Noah assures her that no real feelings are involved, it's just pretend for the sake of the game and a million dollars.

"I'm not actually crushing on them. And I'm very certain they're not crushing on me either." "Alright. I trust you know what you're doing. Though be aware, I won't come to the rescue when they bust your ass." "Don't worry. That's not gonna happen."

Things continue roughly the same. I think the only real difference would be a quick conversation in Newfoundland where, after having observed the whole Alenoaheather situation, Eva will straight up ask if Noah's sure he isn't actually crushing. Which he will vehemently deny, of course.

On the flight to Greece, when both the Amazons and Team Chris are in first class, Noah will pull Eva to the side and update her on the scheme;

"So, they caught me." "I told you I wasn't going to rescue you-" "Not asking you to. Just letting you know that they're in on it." "... What?" "The scheme. Or I guess it's a fully-fledged alliance now. Either way, the figured out I was tricking them and suggested we work together all three." "Congratulations? Why are you telling me this?" "I... don't know. You were the only one who knew of the original plan, and while this doesn't change how we'll behave since we're keeping it a secret, I figured you should know." "Oh. Well, thanks. I appreciate it." "No problem."

So yeah, Eva knows they're in an alliance. She doesn't know the specifics or their schemes because I don't think she'd care that much about it. I also don't think she'd intervene much, aside from telling Duncan to back off when he's snapping at Noah, and calling him out for his bullshit in Sweden.

Now, I have no idea how Eva gets eliminated in this. My first thought was China, but that would take away a major scene for Courtney, so idk. We're skipping it for now. All that's important is that Eva makes it to the wedding challenge at least. There, much like he did with Heather and Cody, Duncan will approach Eva to try to convince her to vote for Noah with him. He's convinced Noah's a master manipulator, and even crosses the line and questions the legitimacy of Noah and Eva's friendship. Eva is having none of it and tells him to fuck off.

However, Noah failed to give her a crucial update before her departure; the cheating plot. Because as established, Noah falling in love, especially under these circumstances, exasperates his self-destructive behavior, that's part of why the plot happens in the first place. It's therein not unreasonable to assume it slipped his mind.

This then leads us to Eva arriving on the aftermath set, and being greeted by the bombshell that is the villain-Noah-narrative. And that shit activates her fight or flight. Every interaction she's had with Noah is put into question. Hell, even Duncan's fuckass attempt to 'trick' her is put into question. Eva ends up stuck between both sides. Noah is her friend. He trusted her enough to tell her his plan way back when, and even updated her when needed. But, can she really trust he was fully honest ? Is it really outside the realm of possibilities that he was lying for his own benefit ? That Heather and Alejandro had never actually caught onto him ? But would Noah really be capable, or willing, to emotionally manipulate people ?

Only one surefire way of knowing.

Thus, when Noah arrive, before Geoff can truly stir the masses, Eva tells him to shut the fuck up. And Geoff does. Eva then lays it out exactly how she feels to Noah, no exaggerations, and no sugarcoating.

"I don't trust the narrative they're presenting. I don't. But right now, I don't know if I trust you either. Until Heather or Alejandro or both get here and can vouch for you, stay away from me."

Noah will be visibly hurt by this, but is understanding and so agrees. His depressive episode here won't be as severe as it is in the fic, but he'll still turn to isolation as a 'coping mechanism'. Izzy will make her reappearance earlier and make it her duty to ensure he actually eats and has some form of company. Noah will also not have his breakdown, but he will still worry about the legitimacy of his new relationship, venting to Izzy how Alejandro and Heather can very easily throw him under the bus and leave him with nothing.

Eva's confrontation will also sow seeds of doubt with the rest of the cast. Like, maybe there's more to the story than what we're told. This is further solidified when it's time for the aftermath, which Noah attends. This is where the continues the villain role and there is a noticeable difference between him off and on camera.

(This is also where we'd get the hilarious bit from the original reblogs where, when asked to pick a contestant to root for, Noah would pull out a chair and sit between Heather and Alejandro's bleachers. "I couldn't choose on the plane, what makes you think I will now?")

When Heather and Alejandro arrive they have to restrain themselves from immediately running up to Noah. He also has to nod to the cameras like 'not yet not yet they're still rolling'. However, the second Chris ends the episode, it's polycule hug time babey !! Heather hugs normally and then Alejandro tackles them. It's cute, fluffy, and all-around a fun time.

The rest of the cast is a bit confused, but things are quickly cleared up. Chris and Blaineley has their argument but it isn't as intense as in the fic. All the apologies still happen after the finale, but before the final aftermath, because Noah doesn't faint here nor was he treated half as poorly, so there's time to spare and not the same levels of animosity between the cast.

For the final episode, they all act like the off-screen reveal didn't happen, Noah keeping to the villain role, with Heather and Alejandro as the unsuspecting heroes. Now, I'm unsure if Chris will have the scheme reveal happen on the volcanoes or save it for the aftermath, but the reveal will happen trust.

And that's that ! Snipp snapp snut, så var sagan slut !

Yeah, whether she's in the game or not, Eva is important to the story of Lovers and Fools <3

[chiefdirector]

Just Forget the World | Tony Dinozzo | NCIS

No. 21: Blood loss

Despite what many may think, it wasn't always easy to separate your professional and personal lives. It was something Tony had always struggled with as he constantly brought up his sexual escapades, or sexapades as he had once referred to them as, or other like stories to lighten the tension in the office. Sometimes he wished he could be more like Gibbs, it was almost as if the older man had a switch in his brain for each of his lives; he could toggle it on and off in an instant.

If he had learnt to differentiate then maybe he wouldn't be in this position. He could've have a happy life, taken a desk job somewhere in the agency and retired happy. He wouldn't have fallen in love with his co-worker. Tony laughed at that thought, there was no way he wasn't going to fall in love with her.

From the moment he saw her sitting at her desk nervously flipping through some files; she only a probie agent, that much was clear, but nothing else about her was. Not for the life of him, could Tony Dinozzo figure this woman out, it was only through trial, tribulation, and constant questioning (pestering would have been a better word) did he begin to unravel the mystery of Agent (L/N).

Eventually, her guard did fall, and she found herself just in love with Tony as he did her. It was almost as if fate had aligned to bring them together, but if fate had come together to to that then fate had a sick and twisted sense of humour. Or maybe it wasn't fate's doing, maybe it was karma who took her from Tony.

The gunshot had rung out quickly, Tony almost didn't hear it among the harmony of church bells that celebrated their matrimony.on instinct he had caught her and lowered her onto the ground, one hand supporting her and the other pushing pressure onto the wound as it seeped red onto her once pristine gown.

"Hey, hey. I've got you. It's gonna be okay?" Tony felt the words tumble out of his mouth, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself alongside his bride. "You're not going anywhere. I'm right here."

"Tony," She said, voice cracking as she barely spoke above a whisper.

He shushed her, adjusting her so all of her body weight was against him. Still keeping pressure on the wound, he took his free hand to gently move her face to align their eyes.

"I've got you baby. Gibbs is going to figure this out but we need to focus on you. Someone will be here soon, and then they're going to patch you up. You see? Everything will be okay?"

The noise of their guests panicking had long since died down into silence, not that Tony had noticed in the first place. McGee had called an ambulance before herding any civilians back to the cars. Ziva and Gibbs had sprinted after the shooter. It was only the two of them left in the room as they waited for help to arrive.

"It'll just be us but you need to stay awake," he gently shook her as her eyes began to flutter, "I'm sure Vance will approve us some time away. We can go anywhere and just forget the world. But you need to stay awake for that, baby."

Tony shook her again, this time she seemed a bit more alert as she reached for the hand which he had pressed against his side.

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. If the room wasn't as silent as it was, Tony wasn't sure if he would have heard her confession or not.

"What for?" He could have laughed at that, and in any other situation he would have. "You have nothing to be sorry for?"

"You know... this."

Before he could muster up a response, McGee burst through the doors once again, paramedics close on his heels. Carefully, Tony shifted her into his arms so he could place her onto the gurney the medics had brought. They barely spoke a word as they rushed her out of the room and towards the ambulance.

Tony watched as she disappeared through the doors, stood in the same spot as he was when he had watched her walk towards him, the only difference now was his tux was forever stained in her blood.

Hours could have passed and he wouldn't have noticed, it was only as McGee spoke did he snap back to his reality. "She'll be okay, Tony.'

But for the first time in a long, long time was he unsure. The only thing he knew was that if he had kept his personal life to himself then the love of his life wouldn't be bleeding out; if he kept his personal life to himself, her tomorrow would be guaranteed and not just a 'maybe.'

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🎃 Semi Eita - Humiliation

Warnings: sub!semi x dom!reader, humiliation, they're exes, mentions of blackmail with explicit (sexual) vids, degrading, handjobs, reverse pleasure, enemies to..enemies ig, he's a slvt fr. Word Count: 3k

"you're out, y/n." he said sternly. y/n was a bit astonished by semi's newly told information. She'd been a part of his band ever since it was founded. Infact, she was the one who pushed him to start a band since his desire for it was practically unexplainable yet so strong. He didn’t have enough confidence in himself so with that extra push, he finally said 'fuck it'. Later on into this journey of theirs, it became more serious. They even added three other individual members to their group overtime and together their band was finally complete.

Four years into the founding of their band, y/n and semi matured and grew to realize their feelings for each other. While everything went smoothly for the three years of their relationship with the exception of a few bumpy roads here and there. Recently however, those few bumpy roads became plenty and the two reached a breaking point when a rumor spread across social media that y/n had been cheating on semi with another one of their bandmates. This rumor was false of course but semi needed and excuse and right now was the perfect one.

They ended things a month ago and while they ended things on a decent note, the remaining facts of the truth were something that the two never discussed. The tension between then was thick in the air that encased them and that air triggered arguments every other day. Their bandmates were over it since it was getting in the way of their work and even during interviews, meet and greets, or live streams, fans will pick out the tiniest details, clip them, and make up and entire situation pertaining to who, what, where, and why.

Recently, a clipped part of an interview went around where it showed that y/n and semi weren't wearing their matching Jewlery pairs in which included two rings and two necklaces. When this news spread like wildfire within their fanbase and was labeled as "y/n really was a cheater!", semi realized how much of a problem that it was really causing, so when y/n entered the studio as requested, the word's that left his lips caught her completely off guard. "what?" She questioned dryly.

"you're out, y/n."

"oh, so you can find another bassist in time for the tour?" She smiled in amusement when he sighed with an eyeroll. Clearly he was unbothered so y/n figured he had everything under control..except for her. Out of their long years of lasting relationships of the sort, semi could never control y/n and strangely, it's something that bonded them. She always held her ground whether people took her side or not and right now was one of those times. The three other members of the band sat on the couch or on a beanbag in the corner of a room. They didn’t speak and they weren't surprised by semi's words which meant they might've talked this out prior to her arriving and agreed on this choice. Without her.

"you're staying for the tour, but after that, it's over, y/n."

"after that my ass. You think I'm gonna suck up and play on tour knowing damn well it'll be my last because my shitty ex can't handle a little rumor?" She scoffed. Now semi had finally seemed to be reacting to her words. "you'll be paid the same like alwa-" y/n cut off the voice of one of her bandmates with a sharp glare. "it's not about the fucking money".

"then what's it about, y/n?"

Semi stood up, approaching y/n's figure. She reached for his wrist, pulling him out of the room as three pairs of eye's followed them with curiosity. "what's all this about?" Semi raised an eyebrow when y/n pulled out her phone, swiping the screen with a small grin. She clicked up the volume of her phone and although it was faint, semi heard the sound of his own pathetically moaning voice emitting from the speakers. "why do you still have that video, you sicko?" His facial expression was full of anger as he tried to reach for her phone. y/n didn’t defend herself, making him snatch it from her hold with ease. shrugging as he was about to throw the device to the ground, she spoke.

"that video is also on a flash drive and my laptop. Breaking my phone won't do a thing."

His arm lowered and semi stared at y/n in shock. He was so recklessly stupid back then. Allowing y/n to record their moment of intimacy since he claimed that he got a kick out of it (which was true). That moment of intimacy soon faded into a video of semi letting y/n do as she pleased to his body while he laid there and enjoyed every moment. She tied him up, blindfolded him, used various toys on him, edged and even overstimulated him. All of it. And it was all on video footage.

If it weren't for the stupid tattoo that he'd gotten a few years back while drunk on the night of a party, his body wouldn't have been that easily recognizable. However, that wasn’t the case and the large array of stars tattooed along his pelvis and up the sides of his ribcage was basically one of his personal trademarks. In the video, y/n even made it obvious that she never said his name once so it couldn’t possibly be her fault if his identity was unveiled.

All of the blame was on semi at this point and the guilt paired with the regret was practically leeching off of his being. "stop by my place later, semi." And with that, she took her phone from his loosened grip before grinning at his glare and state of being at a loss for words and actions.

The only action that he could do was the one that y/n had just told him.

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"why do you want me here?" Semi questioned, patience thinning before he could even take a seat. "you're not kicking me from the group. me leaving it will make people believe the cheating rumors are actually true." she said, letting him enter her home. Semi took a seat on her sofa and y/n sat next to him. "so you plan to blackmail me with that video so you can stay?" he seemed frustrated and was struggling to keep his composure. "yup, basically."

"why do you still have it anyways?"

"cause, you look pathetic in it. it's nice to see that you could be that vulnerable every once in a while." she smiled, feeling amused with semi began to look like a ticking time bomb. It was a matter of seconds til he'd break and y/n was only making it worse. "shut up. you'll never get me to do that shit again." he said, voice coming through his gritted teeth. y/n leaned back into the couch, matching semi's own positioning.

"really? you think so?"

"positive." it was now when semi shifted his hips and tugged on the fabric of his pants when y/n realized that his words were most certainly a bluff. "so, can we make a deal? you don't kick me and ruin my reputation and the world won't see how much of a pathetic person can be." she let out a laugh when he rolled his eyes. "fine..for now at least. If you lose that video of me, then you're fucked." he mumbled, focusing on the screen on the tv that was being displayed in front of them.

"won't happen."

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the late night soon began to approach and y/n was slightly dozing off. semi on the other hand was wide awake and the discomfort forming within the area of his lap was getting unbearable. His pride was getting in the way of aiding in his current problem. He shifted a bit away from y/n which awoke her slightly. she examined his figure and semi let out a sigh when she leaned closer to him. "what's wrong?"

"nothing. I'm going home since its getting late.

"you don't think it's a good idea to get rid of that?" when semi stood up, y/n was able to see his current situation and probably the real reason why he needed to leave her home. "if you're trying to get at what i think you are, then give up. I'm going home." y/n smiled since despite his words, he had yet to take any steps to her front door. "why? are you scared?" she knew a simple tease could threaten his ego so when he glared at her, y/n knew that she was getting somewhere.

"scared of what?"

"not being able to handle it. Last time you only lasted three-"

"that was so long ago. you're never gonna let me live that down, are you?" y/n shook her head with a smirk on her lips. "not til you prove otherwise." semi rolled his eyes almost cursing himself when he fell right into her trap. y/n tend to do that to him often and it worked almost every time. He sat down next to y/n, sighing when he realized his own decision. He could've left. y/n didn’t directly tell him to stay. This was all his own will and reactions to her teasing words. He knew this, yet the ache of his member was becoming so unbearable that he didn’t think he could drive home safely in the first place.

'this is the last time with her'

He said to himself. It was probably a lie because he said the same thing last time and here he is now, tensing at y/n's touch against his thigh. He was fully clothed yet, he felt incredibly vulnerable. y/n's palm traveled to his lips as she watched his features contort into one of discomfort. y/n was taking her sweet time while he just wanted to get this over with and leave. If he were to say something, she'd probably take even longer so he kept his mouth shut, biting his bottom lip to restrain any possible sounds. His body language game himself away when he flinched as her fingertips grazed over the head of his member.

"why are you so hard already, semi?"

Her voice had an unreadable tone and semi couldn’t bring himself to look at her, let alone hold eye contact. He knew just how aroused he was, but for y/n to say it aloud made him feel all the more pathetic. Especially since he knew what got him riled up in the first place. He thought he could keep that fact to himself buy y/n's next words along with her touches guided him down a different path. "answer me." she said. y/n used her free head to guide his face in the direction of where she sat. Semi made eye contact with her for a split second and he crumbled.

"I-I don’t know" he stuttered out. Y/n made quick movements, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them down to his thighs along with his briefs. The cooler air made him shiver and just as y/n was about to directly grip his erection, he held her wrist. She looked up at him unamused as he physically deflated but brushed it off. "don’t overdo it."

Before he could get a response from y/n, semi didn’t notice that his grip had weakened, making her slip out of it to finally encase his erected member in a warm fist. He bit back a moan and it came out more like a grunt after he covered his eyes with his inner elbow. He tiled his head onto the back of the sofa when y/n let go and instead caressed the tip of his member with the pads of her digits, spreading his precum around the entirety of his length. She took her time and the slow yet effective pacing was getting to him a bit fast than he'd like and a bit faster than y/n expected.

"did you actually get turned on over the fact that i have that video of you?" She scoffed, smiling when his chest hitched along with his breathing. "or was it the fact that I said I'd leak it if you kicked me from the band?"

"neither," y/n knew his words were a lie and it was easy to tell since after her question, he twitched against her touch, giving her the correct answer along with reassurance. It didn’t take a lot to overwhelm semi and she knew this all too well. He was driven by emotions and whether it'd affect him positively or negatively, he still hated it. How easy it was to get him excited, angry, sad, and at this time; how much easier it was overall it was to get him aroused. "are you gonna cum already, semi?" y/n asked after seeing how he began to tense with her touch.

"I can't help it." His voice came out as a whine since y/n could practically read him like a book. He lost all control over his own boy and at this point, y/n's voice was the only thing keeping him grounded. "take your arm from your face. Can you not bring yourself to watch just how turned on you are?" She reached up, gently gripping his elbow to remove his arm from over his eyes. He was reluctant to open his eyes but once he did, they landed right to his lap and he almost wanted to crawl into a hole when he saw how much precum was leaking from the tip of his member.

He regretted his words from earlier. How he told y/n he could hold out longer, but it was a lie and he didn't want to believe that. When she tightened her fist, he couldn’t bring himself to hold back the moan that fell from his lips, y/n's stroking along the length of him was so secure and so effective by the way his hips jerked and the way his panting pace increased. "I haven't even been touching you that long and you're already about to cum.." She spoke mostly to herself but the words were aloud and she was sure semi heard them since the whine that past his lips felt all the more real.

"and from what exactly? The fact that the video I have could ruin you with the click of a button?"

"y-y/n stop" his words sounded desperate. His once sturdy voice was now small and fragile. Her words where getting to him and he hated how his body was finding it so amusing and pleasureful. Her words were true, but what felt all the more true was the fact that he was about to cum. "you can't handle your truth, semi?" She asked, using her free hand to guide his field of sight to her own face. The expression on features soon turned into a look of pity when she saw how fucked out he was becoming. She couldn't bring herself to feel all that bad though since it was more so his fault for becoming so aroused at a simple touch.

"y/n please let me cum. Don’t stop." he panted. y/n tended to do that almost every time she was in control of semi's body. She'd stop just when he was about to tip over the edge and make him start all the way from square one. If she was feeling particularly mean, she'd do that process more than once. Tonight however, she had other plans in mind. She nodded to his words and his shoulders only relaxed partially since the grin on her lips weren't all that convincing. "I'll let you cum only because you look so pitiful."

He was about to reply with some sort of snarky comment to cover up his embarrassment, but when y/n leaned closer to him to place a kiss to the sensitive area of his collar bone, he could only let out a whimper and the pace of her jerking hand sped up so suddenly that semi couldn’t help but meet his high right there and then. y/n made eye contact with him for a small second and with a sinister smirk on her lips, she let go of his member, watching as he came untouched. Semi let out a desperate whine at the lack of contact and even though he did come to his climax, he felt incomplete and unsatisfied from y/n's brutal actions.

His member twitched against his abdomen and he was about the reach for himself to ride out his own high, but y/n gripped both of his wrists, forbidding him to do so. A whine fell from his lips and he looked at to y/n, chest heavying as he mumbled his next words. "why did you do that?"

"so I could do this-"

y/n let go of his wrist as he slowly settled down and once again; gripped his member in a fist. It seemed as if all air left his lungs when his body jerked forwards. Y/n shifted her body to straddle his thighs and keep him a bit more still. She jerked his overly sensitive member as he let out uncontrolled and whiney moans. "f-fuck, y/nnnn" he desperately gripped a nearby throw pillow as y/n watched in amusement. She used her free hand to push down on his chest, keep his body sturdy. "you wanted me to touch you, right?"

Semi tried to bare through the oversensitivity but it was too much and he couldn’t handle another second of it. He let out a choked moan, eyebrows contorting while his abdomen tensed and his hips jerked up against y/n's figure. "o-okay, okay. Enough." He finally managed to say, making her slowly let go. She smiled as he visibly relaxed, panting as he threw his head back onto the back of the couch, trying to pull himself together.

"you're fucking brutal, y/n."

ngl, this is so mid AND it was a requested scenario so i feel so bad 😭 either way though, i hopeee some you enjoyed this a little bit. tysm for the support! reblogs and notes are appreciated!

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[sholiofic]

I read the bit in 'Looks Back' where EvS suggests making use of the medieval weaponry decorating the castle and Biggles protests they're not in his line and they 'debate the efficiency of lethal instruments'- and now I'm taken with the image of their finding themselves in another situation where Erich does come to Biggles's defence/aid with the medieval weaponry closest to hand in whatever manor or castle they've gotten into a scrape in this time… with Biggles also being rather taken with the image, enough to perhaps ...amend his stance somewhat to include his usual notable exception (Erich wielding a sword and shield he snatched off the wall makes a compelling argument)

"We appear to be trapped and surrounded," Biggles murmured to von Stalhein. The two of them had moved closer together by a sort of unspoken agreement, standing back to back as footsteps and harsh voices sounded from both ends of the great, vaulted castle hallway. Moving quietly in sync, they retreated into a large recessed alcove that contained a fireplace and some benches, but there was nowhere to conceal themselves; it was only a matter of time before they were seen.

And yet, Biggles felt his nerves thrill. He was still unused to working with von Stalhein in the field, and it was a rare pleasure to face danger not across guns pointed at each other, but together, on the same side.

"Aren't reckless escapes your specialty?" von Stalhein murmured back, with the quick flash of a half-smile that suggested he might feel the same way.

"I'm open to ideas." There were no windows in the hallway, and no other visible means of egress. The chimney of the fireplace was a possibility, but it would be a difficult and miserable climb, and they might encounter an impassible blockage, depending on how the chimney had been designed.

"We can fight our way out," von Stalhein suggested. "We are surrounded by weapons, you know."

Biggles glanced up at the ornamental battleaxes, swords, and other weaponry collecting dust on the walls. The clatter of footsteps outside the alcove suggested they were running out of time. "A bit barbaric for my tastes. You know I don't like such things."

"I suppose you're expecting to find an aeroplane to steal, then." 

"You haven't seen any about the place, have you?" The castle was certainly large enough to contain a hangar somewhere on its grounds. 

Von Stalhein made a sharp sound that might have been a rusty laugh. "I think I'll take my chances with the barbaric armaments, thank you."

With that, he reached up and wrenched down a sword from the wall. 

"I say," Biggles exclaimed, alarmed. "You know they have guns, don't you?"

Von Stalhein tested the reach of the sword, seemed to find it pleasing, and stretched to his maximum reach to free the shield that had been mounted near it, decorated with a bold red and yellow device. He settled it on his arm and gave Biggles a quick, piercing look and a bare glimmer of a smile. "It hadn't escaped my notice. Stay a good distance behind me; I don't wish to have to watch out for them and for you as well."

"Wait --!" Biggles began, but without another word, von Stalhein stepped gracefully from the alcove. Biggles caught a glimpse of him slipping behind a tapestry hanging on the wall.

For a minute, nothing happened. The voices outside the alcove drew nearer, and Biggles looked round and grasped the nearest weapon-like object at hand, a fire iron.

Then there was an abrupt flurry of activity in the hallway, a crash and yelling and a lot of thumping and clattering, punctuated by a gunshot that sent Biggles's heart racing. Gripping the fire iron, he looked out to see what was happening.

The first thing he saw was a lurching, surging tapestry which clearly had been cut down from the wall and had one or two men under it, weighed down on one end with a bench that had been tipped over on top of it. Beyond that, von Stalhein cut a striking figure as he squared off against a very startled-looking thug who didn't seem to know which way to point his gun, whether at the sword whipping past his nose or the shield that von Stalhein was using to force him back against the wall.

Biggles had known that von Stalhein must have had a classical training in the swordfighting arts, as befitted someone of that time and social position, but he had never witnessed the results before. Von Stalhein's limp nearly vanished, so thoroughly did he compensate for it, his body flowing gracefully from one position to the next with a pure economy of motion. There was an almost lazy quality to the way that he swung the sword around, dropped the shield, and used the flat of the blade to smack the gun from his dumbfounded opponent's hand. Then he followed through that movement to spin round and smack one of the men under the tapesty with the sword's flat just as the man started to crawl out from underneath, sending him sprawling.

Biggles was so captivated that he almost failed to register movement out of the corner of his eye. He had nearly forgotten there was a gunman at the other end of the hallway, and apparently, so had von Stalhein. On the other hand, the man was also so focused on von Stalhein that he didn't even notice Biggles until Biggles used the fire iron to sweep his feet out from under him, then followed it up by kicking the gun out of his hand and planting a foot in his back.

Von Stalhein turned round from disabling his own opponent, and lowered sword and shield. He was sweating lightly, his eyes bright and his pale face slightly flushed.

"I see you have reconsidered the merits of barbaric weaponry," he remarked, slightly out of breath, and nodded to the fire iron dangling from Biggles's hand.

"I -- I am afraid that I am reconsidering my stance on a few different things," Biggles said, a little out of breath himself, and von Stalhein laughed, a true laugh this time.

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Tricky Enemies to Lovers Situation

[Note from WQA: I answered a question yesterday that went missing after it was queued, so this is my best effort to recreate the original question and my answer efficiently...]

Anonymous asked: I have an enemies to lovers story where there's no opportunity for the characters to get together where they wouldn't immediately fight one another. How can I give them the opportunity to get to know each other and fall in love in a way that's believable?

The Abandoned Mission: the first thing you have to establish--which you probably have since you mentioned (in the lost ask) that you had their arcs fleshed out, knew why they fell in love, etc.--is what allows this love to flourish despite starting on opposite sides, because what you don't want to do is have one say, "I know you're trying to destroy my village, but I love you, so heckin' go for it!"

-- one starts to come around, realizes their side is wrong, and switches sides

-- both sides unite against a common/far worse enemy

-- both realize that the fight is pointless/futile/both sides wrong

This will be part of their character arcs... or at least the arc of whoever changes sides... as they start to see the truth through getting to know the other one, start questioning their beliefs, and begin to change their mind.

Accessibility: Your first challenge is finding a non-combat way to get them together, or at least get them talking if not face-to-face. It all depends on your story and what makes sense within it, but some ideas:

Supernatural Communication - Is there a supernatural way for them to be face-to-face or at least communicate? Think of the mental connection between Alina and the Darkling in Shadow and Bone, or the force bond betwen Rey and Kylo Ren in the Star Wars movies. It could be a telepathic connection, a magical connection, or even a magical object that allows them to be in the same place or simply communicate.

Technological Communication - Or, maybe your story takes place in our world, in the recent past or near future. Or perhaps in a far-future sci-fi world. Is there some sort of technology that could allow them to be in the same place or easily communicate? Something like a hologram projector, "holodeck" type area that can be accessed by people in two different places, or even simply video calls or text messages?

Old School Communication - Even if a supernatural or technological form of communication doesn't work in your story, you can always rely on good old-fashioned handwritten letters.

Stuck Together - Another option is for them to somehow get stuck together in some situation where they're both vulnerable. Like, maybe there's some disaster when they're both in the same place and end up in a survival struggle together. Or, maybe they're both abducted by an even worse third party, and have to work together to escape. Maybe the villain's resolve is weakening, so they're overthrown by someone within their organization, imprisoned, and then it's this faction who imprisons your character (and not the love interest villain), forcing them to work together to escape.

All you have to do in any of the above scenarios is figure out how and why they start communicating in the first place. Maybe the villain reaches out to the MC thinking they're a weak link that will spill information, or maybe the MC intercepts a courier carrying a letter from the villain to an ally--and the MC decides to write back. Maybe the villain is a little extravagant and holds a party via their version of a holodeck and your MC sneaks in and is caught... but this opens up the door for them to continue meeting this way. Even if they just meet once out in the woods, bathing in a lake and caught totally off-guard, there are always ways to get these two characters "in the same room" outside of a combative context. You just need to brainstorm a little.

The Ice Breaker: once you get them face-to-face or communicating in whatever way, there needs to be some sort of ice breaker to get them talking about something other than the conflict at hand. This could be one noticing and commenting about something they have in common... like noticing the other is wearing a cultural bracelet and realizing they have that culture in common. Or one realizing the other is fluent in their language, and coming to learn they were born there or their parent was born their. It could be one observing the other experiencing a red flag from their side and pointing it out with commentary. (Like: "See the way they lie to you? That's what they do to my people...") It could be one making a joke, a snarky quip, or illustrating some knowledge or skill that intrigues the other. It could even be a rendering of aid... maybe one catches the other when they trip, one patches up the other's injury, or one provides a translation or other nonsensitive data. Again, it just all depends on the situation in your story and what's believable.

The first version of this ask was so, so much better. I'm hoping against hope that I inadvertently replied privately instead of sending it to the queue. But I wanted to do my best to recreate it in case it really did get eaten by the Tumblr goblins.

I hope this version is still helpful!

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Midnight Thoughts

Really, it was a small question, shouldn't have been that big of a deal.

So why did Mario feel himself being torn apart?

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Mario/Peach (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Late night thoughts, Worried about the future, Mario's thrown off by a rather innocent question.

@elitadream - I blame you for this.

It happened around midnight. Right as the days turned and tomorrow became today. That’s when the deeper thoughts emerged. 

At least, that’s how it was for Mario.

Eyes staring up to the dark ceiling with his hands clasped together and resting on his chest. There was barely a silhouette of his window draped across his bed from the minimal light the moon provided. It was quiet. It was always quiet. Because everyone was supposed to be asleep right now.

But not Mario, at least not for tonight. A dangerous habit that started years ago. When he was on Earth, he was worrying about rent and bills, making sure their company was cared for, going through the list of jobs he would need to worry about the following day. 

Now, however, it was the wonders of what Bowser was up to. Would the day start off calm or would it be absolute craziness? Maybe an invitation would arrive that would no doubt whisk him off onto another adventure. 

These were part of his new normal routine, Mario figured. Worries for his business, just a different job title. 

But recently, there was a new thought. A very personable one. That only entered his head when asked a rather innocent question by a Toad child.

“Mr. Mario,” the tiny voice squeaked, “Will you be our hero forever?”

It was a pure inquiry. One that Mario merely gave a jovial laugh to. Patting the child’s head gently and answered with, “Of course, it’s my job.”

But as the child was called away, as he was left to his thoughts, a different question entered into Mario’s mind. 

What if he could go back?

What if the Warp Pipe opened up again? What if he could return to Earth?

Mario couldn't even call Earth ‘home’ any more. Even if he and Luigi had only lived in the Mushroom Kingdom for a few years. Mario felt more at home, more at ease, in this crazy world with all these strange dangers than he ever did on Earth. 

Truthfully, there was nothing left behind in that other realm for Mario to worry about. It had been Mario and Luigi, alone, for so long. Parents gone, no other living family members, they’ve only been able to stay together because Mario fought for it. Even though they're twins, Mario was the older of the two. It was his job to keep Luigi safe, keep them together, by any means. 

Living on Earth was a struggle.

The rush of this realm, however, was somehow more manageable. Even with all the people trying to rule, to control, it was better than the worries that Earth had. Because there were so many people in this world who supported the brothers. Mario had felt so much worry being lifted from when they arrived here. The friends they’ve made, the citizens they saw everyday.

Princess Peach. 

Mairo let out a slow breath. Rolling onto his side to stare out his window. Which was honestly just as dark as the ceiling. Did not provide any help towards his situation.

It took a painfully long time for Mario to truly admit his feelings for the princess. Feeling further like an idiot when Peach gave her own confession directly after his. Even with it all out in the open, there surprisingly wasn’t a drastic change in how they interacted. At least, not in the Toad’s eyes, as they all desperately asked when the wedding was going to happen. 

The most the pairing did was being a bit more honest with their adoration for each other, more open.

Mario wasn’t ashamed to admit he loved Peach. Flustered, sure, surprised that he’d caught the attention of someone as amazing as the princess. But he would yell about his love for her at the top of the highest mountain if asked to. Head over heels, jumbled emotions of devotion and affection for someone that he was sure only graced his life because of strange circumstances. 

He couldn’t hold back his smile every time she walked into the room, sat a little closer to him. Fascinated whenever they could just casually hold hands, talk about anything and everything for hours and never feel bored. 

Mario knew he would do anything for Peach, and he knew he meant anything. 

So, really, when it was all laid out, there was no reason for Mario to worry about leaving. He didn’t need to. His life was great here. Why would he ever have to toss the question around in his head if he was so certain? 

Mario’s eyes flickered over to his bedside table, where a small clock was resting. Numbers saying it was about 1 in the morning. 

His legs itched. He needed to move.

The sheets were pulled off and Mario’s feet touched the carpeted floor. Padding over to the bedroom door to peek out into the hallway. It was as quiet and dark as his bedroom. Mario paid no attention to it. Merely leaving his bedroom and making his way towards the other. Peeking in just as slowly to make sure he didn’t wake the occupant. 

He could barely make out the lump that was his brother. Hearing Luigi’s soft breathing that indicated he was fast asleep, only his head and one hand poking out from the mound of blankets that he had. Luigi was sleeping on his side facing the gently glowing night light. Something he insisted on having after the King Boo/haunted mansion incident. He looked completely at ease, unaware that his brother had just walked in. 

Slowly sitting at the edge of the bed, Mario gently placed his hand over Luigi’s. His younger brother twitched in his sleep, but didn’t wake. 

Even with all the positives he could list off, Mario knew the deciding factor of staying here all came down to what Luigi wanted. While the younger brother always put on a brave face, ran into whatever adventure was put before him with fists raised, it was also clear that Luigi wasn’t always thrilled with their new lifestyle. He never complained, but Mario was worried if Luigi felt pressured to do all of this just to make Mario happy. Did Luigi prefer the quiet lifestyle they had on Earth? 

Mario knew, if he had to choose between his life or Luigi’s, he’d always pick Luigi. It would hurt leaving all of this behind. Mario couldn’t lie about that. But if the Warp Pipe opened once more and Luigi wanted to go back to Earth, Mario would follow. The pain of leaving the Mushroom Kingdom couldn’t compete with the soul crushing feeling of losing Luigi. 

It was the hard and honest truth. While Mario loves Peach, loved this realm, Luigi was his entire world. 

It didn’t make his stomach churn any less at the idea of leaving. 

“Mario?”

So lost in his thoughts, Mario wasn’t aware that Luigi was waking up. Said twin rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Mario attempted to pull his hand away, but Luigi had a tight grip on it. 

“H-Hey Weegee,” Mario whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Luigi mumbled weakly. 

“Oh, just…couldn’t sleep.”

“...What were you worrying about?”

He forgot how easily Luigi could read his emotions. Mario let out a sigh before asking, “If the Warp Pipe back to Earth opened up…would you want to go back?”

“Go back to Earth?” Luigi let out a wide yawn, shoulders slumping as he thought about it. “I mean, no, why? Do you want to? Did it open again?”

“No, no, it’s still sealed up. Just…it’s something that entered my head and…” Mario held back a smile as he watched Luigi. Slow blinking with furrowed brows as his sleep heavy mind thought it over. 

“I mean…” Luigi started slowly, “There are a few things I miss from Earth… A good pizza’s on the top of that list. I really miss Punch Out Pizzaria… But nothing so large that I feel like I would want, would need, to go back.”

“Even with how…safe Earth is?”

“Safe? Are we thinking of the same place?”

“Well, I mean, in comparison to here…”

“At least there are Power-Ups, my Thunderhand, and training on my side. As well as so many people here supporting us. I feel way better living here.”

“But…”

“Mario, I know you know that I don’t like fighting. But I can defend myself here. I couldn’t back on Earth.”

Mario stared at his brother as Luigi’s words bounced around in his head. “So, even if we had a way back, you wouldn’t want to go?”

Luigi shook his head “No, I’m happy here… Did you think I would want to?”

“...Sort of…”

Luigi let out a quiet laugh as he wrapped his arms around Mario. “You’re silly. How long have you been worried about this?”

“...A few weeks.” Mario flushed softly when Luigi laughed again. 

“I wish you would have talked to me sooner. I know how you get…”

“Sorry.” The older brother laughed softly when Luigi gently patted his cheek. 

“Silly brother…”

Warmth and relief spread through Mario as it finally hit him that he had his answer. Feeling himself relax as he wrapped his own arms around Luigi. “Guess I am…”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, good, now go back to sleep.”

“Alright, okay…” Pulling away slightly, Mario brushed Luigi’s bangs back gently to place a kiss on his brother’s forehead. Standing afterwards. “Sleep well.”

Luigi gave a small hum as he laid back down, already snoring when Mario reached the door. The hallway and bedroom didn’t feel as dark and heavy as they'd been only a few moments ago. Mario felt exhaustion gently pulling him down to sleep and he didn’t fight it this time.

[englandsgirl18181234]

For your Naruto fic ideas, what's your centering one lkke? Like, are they all battlefield scenarios, or is there an enemy-of-my-enemy situation, or random encounter in an area Tobirama can't run away from?

Yes, I was hoping someone would ask about these! I have no one IRL to talk to about them and I love them so much!

Also, these are all actually fics I've been posting as well! I can put the links in a separate post if anyone wants them

And also also, they're all Hatake Tobirama AU's because that trope is my absolute favorite Naruto trope to both read and write.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure that, of the three Centering fics, two of them technically count as battlefield scenarios, but probably not in the way you're thinking.

Those two, that I call My Sanctuary and Hunter's Moon respectively, both involve Kagami and Tobirama getting caught by a human trafficking ring.

(putting the rest under a cut because this turned into fic descriptions and I'm trying to keep it from becoming a mile long)

In Sanctuary, Kagami is about six when he's taken and then thrown in Tobiram's cell as a way to get rid of him when they realized he didn't have the Sharingan, leading to Tobirama being viciously protective of him and essentially mentally adopting him.

Three months later, the Uchiha finally figure out where Kagami was taken and go to get him back, leading to Madara to Center on Tobirama when he finds the two in the cell.

In Hunter's Moon though, Kagami is a lot older when he's taken, roughly 12 to 13.

This leads to Tobirama and Kagami actually being able to escape, only to find themselves all the way on far side of Wind Country, two and half countries away from Uchiha and Senju territory.

They're then on the run from this utterly massive trafficking ring together for the next six months as they work to get home alive.

They eventually manage to make it back to Fire Country, with the traffickers dogging their steps the whole way

Tobirama's on his last legs by then, having gotten extremely hurt over the course of their journey, and knows he won't be able to protect himself if they go to the Senju, much less both of them at once. So he decides to take them both to the Uchiha instead, knowing he's going to be killed for it but willing to make that sacrifice as long as it meant Kagami was finally safe.

The traffickers catch up to them again only a few hours out from the Uchiha compound and chase them literally to the gates.

Madara comes out leading a bunch of soldiers to figure out what's going on and Centers when Tobirama meets his eyes as he passes him Kagami, with Tobirama leaping back into the budding battle before Madara can fully realize what just happened

The third one, which I call Heart, is both a random encounter and an enemy of my enemy situation. It's basically a combination of the other two but with Madara getting caught after a mission gone wrong instead of Kagami.

He's tossed blindfolded into a cell with Tobirama, who was caught by them after he was betrayed and stabbed in the back, literally, mid mission six months before, with the traffickers basically deciding to see which of them will kill each other first since they've lost Way too many people trying to subdue or kill Tobirama, even as restrained and weakened as he is.

Instead, Tobirama helps Madara remove the blindfold, Madara Centers, and then they escape together and have to make it all the way from Lightning back to Fire, specifically before the Solstice if Madara wants to not be declared dead, all while the traffickers that weren't in the hide out at the time of their escape hunt them down for revenge

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Silly au idea]

Hmm... I'm most intrigued by The Split Soul Route - partly from the oddball and what sort of Nature Vs Nurture can occur here - but I also think the Found Baby in the Dumpster AKA The Bao Route is cute too. Because that's how Pigsy got MK and by the time the group could/does realize who Bao is, they've already gotten too attached to do anything to her.

[In the Shadowpeach route of my "Reincarnated LBD" au idea;]

But I do love me an immortal killing daughter of the Great Sage. Hard choice. Maybe a poll is needed.

[basically Macaque ends up "holding on to" the wild un-reincarnated soul of LBD]

Considering the shit she did, I doubt that he's just 'holding on to', that monkey probably put the soul in a jar and is shaking it like a madman several times a day - like Tom from the Chuck Jones era of Tom and Jerry in the invisible Jerry episode. But more maniacal laughter.

[Will it attach itself to the recently-reconcilled Sun Wukong and Macaque, becoming Yuebei Xing like in the au? Shadowpeach screaming ensues.]

HMMM!

What if they didn't know? Certainly, a ton of adrenaline petering off and a near end of the world could make everyone a little less observant of a stray soul going for a new host?

Don't know what she could even do in that form, but stay tucked away and wait for the chance to get a new body - like, unless she can manage to make Mac horny enough to go to SWK for relief and that's how they make the kid (sort of exes-with-benefits and maybe figuring-it-out-hate-sex), BUT!

By the time Macadoodle figures out he's got a bun in the oven - that's when the Brotherhood thing is happening. He was gonna tell SWK that day, but it all got derailed like the trains in Persona 5, so he kept it to himself until it got resolved.

Then he tells SWK, maybe after the beach party? Just, putting the other's hands over the still-small-bump and him putting it together.

TMKATI-Mac got lucky he didn't indulge too much in his first pregnancy...Yuebei Route-Mac did not get so lucky. Maybe as a sort-of final 'Fuck you' from LBD? XD

They'd figure it out later, but, like in the Bao Route, they're too attached.

And asking Pigsy for help/advice a lot. Pig-daddy raised a good kid, so they're taking notes.

current posts on the "Reincarnated!LBD au"; here (og post + very cool idea for the Ironbull side), here (shadow twins got made on accident), and here (Shadowpeach done goofed).

I'm leaning towards the "Split Soul" route cus I like writing around the chaos of the gang realising that there isn't just *one whole* super-ancient demon soul floating around. Almost mirrors the situation with the Rings of Samadhi.

Basically in her death; LBD attempted to "Piccolo Junior" (ty @dorothygale123) herself into a fresh new body - only for her soul to splinter into pieces. Two were able to be caught in the direct aftermath and stored away for the meantime - but Reincarnation has a 49 day deadline, and if those days pass without a solution the Underworld will repossess the soul fragments themselves.

So whats easier than for the Fragments to become New Souls instead of potientially reforming into LBD? ¯(ツ)/¯

[What if they didn't know? Certainly, a ton of adrenaline petering off and a near end of the world could make everyone a little less observant of a stray soul going for a new host?]

Hehehe.

Lets just say the adrenaline of fighting your possessed former-mate, making him remember what he's fighting for, and showing your parental side, is a Big turn on for a certain pair of monkeys.

But yeah, no one paid attention to how many Soul Fragments got formed in the aftermath.

[-that monkey probably put the soul in a jar and is shaking it like a madman several times a day-]

The thought of Macaque's storage solution for part of LBD's soul being a jar is hilarious. MK probably yells that he's "just making her angry!" when he catches him doing it.

Of course this form of torment is the reason Maccadoodle realises that the soul fragment is suddenly missing after he and Wukong make up...

Downside; Macaque does spend S4 el pregante and not telling anyone. First person to realise whats up is Nezha, who found out completely on accident. ("I turned my back for ONE SECOND, and you and Sun Wukong have two infants, with one on the way?!").

Also at least one member of the Brotherhood smelled that something was Off with Mac and mentioned it to the rest of them. Azure had a blue-screen error moment when he tried doing the math. Mac still kicks asses when he decides to fight, even with Peng taking a moment to mock his "egg-burdened" appearance. Peng gets shadow-slapped into the horizon.

[Then he tells SWK, maybe after the beach party? Just, putting the other's hands over the still-small-bump and him putting it together.]

Omg thats the perfect scenario for how Mac tells Wukong about the baby. They're sharing the shade, in addition to a pair of sleepy shadow monkeys, and Mac just takes Wukong's hand when he's offered the peach popsicle and brings it to his middle.

Wukong's eyes blink gold for a second before he starts sobbing with joy. Lots of loud, gross, sappy kissing ensues.

Bonus+: In theory each of the four New Souls represents an aspect of LBD that was too great for one little kid to inherit.

Yuebei (aka the Shadowpeach baby): Is much like how she is in the TMKATI au. Is a big, kinda-ugly, baby who's started cooking around the time of S4. Messy black fur, pale skull-shaped face marking, six ears and a shocking amount of strength for a newborn. Represents LBD's wrath.

Bao (Freenoodles): Dumpster piglet. Found in the trash during the post-battle clean-up of the noodle shop. Looks like the chubbiest little piglet with wispy white fur & black spots. Was assumed to just be a street urchin orphaned/abandoned in the chaos of LBD's destruction. By the time they realise Bao is even a Fragment of LBD, she's already Freenoodles pride and joy + MK's beloved baby sister. Represents LBD's hunger for power.

Guǐhuǒ (Ironbull baby, name suggested by @aokolpvxs): PIF and DBK planned to have a big big family together long before the complications with Red arose. So when Red Son explained to them about this little unreincarnated soul needing a "home"... who are they to turn down the chance at having a second born after so long? Red didn't even suggest it to them, they insisted. And you *know* that little half-bull princess is gonna have DBK wrapped around her little finger before she even arrives. Represents LBD's pride/decorum.

Shísuàn (Spider gang baby): Part of LBD's soul that got trapped in spider silk, and by-proxy became a spider (specifically a Diving bell) demon egg. Egg is lime green and about the size of a basketball. Despite initial reservations, the whole gang are soon fighting over who gets to name/take care of the spiderling inside. At least until the ginger-haired spiderling hatches and starts screaming with colic. Huntsman finally ends up asking Sandy and the Monkie Kid gang for help once the late nights get too much for him. Turns out the baby spider was just gassy. Has specific "favorites" among the gang, which includes new friend the Scorpion Queen. Represents LBD's mischief/discourse.

The Mayor is hanging around too. Got to keep an eye on where His Lady is after all. Gets beaten up by the gang the second he shows up anywhere. Later even gets beaten up by "His Lady" in the form of baby Yuebei deciding he failed the vibe check.

[rawchae]

Hit Record.

Non-Idol!Bang Chan x Artist!Fem! Reader

Content: Fluff!, Tiny bit suggestive

Word Count: 5.1K

Author's Note: This one just came to me right as before I was sleeping so, I'm sorry for the mistakes. 😔

Summary: Christopher was only a simple man who wanted to hear his songs sung, but when his boss becomes the hindering force, sometimes, you have to take matters into your own hands to reach your dreams. That's when he meets you, the missing link in his artistry... and possibly his heart?

Content Warning: Profanities, suggestive content if I missed anything, please tell me!

"How many times do I have to say that this shit ain't gonna be bought by anyone of those fucking producers, huh?!" The sound of papers scattering and desk weights hitting the floor reverberate around the office. Despite the closed off style and seemingly otherworldly feel within those four walls, Bang Chan knew that everyone who was outside heard the deafening bellow.

He can't blame them, he isn't the first one to have been ridiculed like this anyway. It just so happens that the younger caught his boss at such an edge with the continuous events of the junior groups' debuts and everything that's going on the music industry, you know, usual business.

"You are on thin ice, Christopher," The older man scolds, a harsh and threatening point towards his direction with an icy glare lit the fear of the usually composed songwriter. "This shitty excuse of a song isn't doing you any good. I tell you to follow the correct formula, you do it!" The older man slams his fists on the desk after his statement, making the younger one flinch.

"But sir, the identity-" He is immediately cut off with a chortle.

"All that identity bullshit you're aiming for is gonna be your downfall. We have a brand and you being here is threatening it." He swipes his hair backwards before groaning frustratedly, "I got you here because you promised good work, I suggest sticking to it. Your dreams can fucking wait." He clicks his tongue, fixing his desk back frustratedly after his outburst.

"Don't just stand there looking all pathetic! Go back to work or don't bother working back here!"

"Look on the bright side, hyung. Least he didn't shatter your USB drive and tear up your notes." Changbin offers the slightest bit of comfort at a defeated lump he calls his friend, Chan, on the couch of their shared ampartment. The two of them, and one other guy named Jisung, had been renting the place for real cheap, it being the best deal with the work being offered to them at their current predicament anyway.

"That's not the point, Bin. This is the nth time I've been closed to getting fired, if this keeps up, I'm back to a freaking office job." His eyes drift around the room before sighing deeply.

"Lucky for you, I don't want that to happen, hyung. We'll find a way to get through this. If not with your boss, then your writing." Changbin says, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder with a soft smile.

Chris offers an unenthusiastic nod, Changbin's words seem awfully nice but it's not a solid action he needs to take at the moment. To be honest, Chris wasn't sure what he plans on doing. Changbin and Han don't seem put together in their setup but at least they had much more of a stable situation thanks to the artists they're writing for and the many others who were anticipating their scores and composition. Meanwhile Chris, despite starting so young at the industry, has somehow, never really made a mark with his own craft.

Chris believed in the "jack of all trades", hoping that one of the genres he'd make would spark interest, but with almost 100 songs unrecorded, only 2 were really officially put on his credits, and haven't been hitting much with the revenue he'd hoping it would enable.

The apartment door creaks open, snapping the two's heads towards the source, the figure behind it being their other roommate carrying what appears to be a large Domino's pizza.

"Changbin hyung told me, so, I thought it'd be nice we have something good for once."

Laughter and glasses clinking echoed the earlier gloomy atmosphere of the trio's apartment, now complete for the day, it felt the three could unwind after everything that had happened in their lives.

"And then he said, "You're on thin ice, Christopher!". I almost shit my pants, it was so fucking embarrassing and no one but us was even there!" Chris groans as he recalls earlier's events, running a hand through his face while the other two laughed at his state.

"I remember when we had to watch Young K hyung get scolded like that, he almost tore up his work if Sungjin hyung didn't hold his shoulder. I guess it comes to the most talented of people." Han shrugs before finishing the last piece of his slice. Changbin nods in agreement, a small laugh on his lips before sipping on his rootbeer. Chris sighs, slouching on his chair as he begins contemplating about his next move to either get noticed with his own work or follow the formula he was given to stay in the workplace.

Han notices the sudden change and jokts slightly, an idea striking in his head. Changbin notices the younger and scrunches his eyebrows questioning his movements with just his eyes. A telepathic communication, if that was possible for the duo, even. Chris was none the wiser, too busy in his own head finding means and inspiration to write what he was asked for.

Finding a client outside of the company was hard, finding a new company altogether was even harder.

"Hey, Hyung. By any chance do you still have any samples you could give me?" Han cuts through the silence and looks up at the eldest with Changbin wondering what was going to happen. Chris snaps back to reality and adjusts his posture at his youngest's query.

"Yeah, my portfolio's updated. Why do you ask?" Chris is at the edge of his seat, wondering what the younger one had in mind.

"Well, there's this pop artist of ours who wants to try out new genres on their upcoming full album. They write too, but had asked me if I can find more people to help with composition and engineering since the old one had just been laid off." He offers, scrolling through his phone about something Chris couldn't see.

"A pop artist? I mean, that's what I'm basically writing for—"

"Oh no, no." Han cuts him off immediately in a panic, "She DOESN't want more pop sounds in the album. Maybe RnBs or Ballads or Rock."

Chris' had gone through a few emotions before relief washed over at the suggested genres. "You had me scared there, I thought it was cancelled before it had even begun. But, I think I can do that, I don't have any current clients and my boss would probably love to hear if I'm part of a team, officially." Chris smiles, his dimples showing, eager to hear about the work he might finally be a part of.

"Perfect! Don't worry about your boss, I'll ask the manager to send a formal letter, and if needed, I'll even approach them myself."

"You really want to go back to his office?"

"Not in a million years, but for you, hyung, I'll try."

"All right, all right, this calls for a celebration, so why don't we head to the balcony and ACTUALLY get some beer?" Changbin bears witness to the exchange before finally inserting himself to offer the other two another chance to unwind.

It was there that Chris realized how lucky he was with Han and Changbin, age was a small, crossable barrier for them, however, their deep love and affection for each other was just evident with everything they did together and so on.

"Y/N? Your team is here to discuss about the songs." A kind, older figure taps you on the shoulder. Your head leaning on your hand, trying so hard not to fall asleep on the company cafeteria. You were trying your hardest to come up with more songs for the album, but none of them hitting the right way that would go well with your title track and album theme.

You turn back to see your manager, their concerned face looking at you as they offer a hand. "I love that you're trying to write, but you haven't had sleep for two days now. Deadline isn't until in 2 months and besides, I trust Han with finding composers for you."

"I'm sorry, Unnie... It's just that, I trusted Hyunjae so much, he gets the sound I'm looking for..." You whine just a bit, your hands covering your face, almost tearing up again.

"I know, but you used "trusted" for a reason. What he did to them cost him his job and his freedom, thankfully, and you're lucky he didn't have the guts to get you or anybody else." Your manager tried to offer comfort, but with the news about one of the people in the company, they had gotten him kicked out, lucky for you and also a sort of curse. Now, you're catching up to 4 songs that haven't been completed and another 5 songs without scores.

"GOD, Why are they such dicks!?" Y/N groaned frustratedly before immediately trying to calm down. "Well, I hope Han found someone overnight." You said with a hint of sarcasm. As you and your manager walked towards the studio, your feet seemed to have been more dragging about wanting to enter the room. You sigh heavily and compose yourself before turning the door knob and slowly pushing the door to get a peek inside.

Only having 3 people inside, Han, one of your managers' staff and a person you haven't met before. Personally, anyway. Christopher was the name that flashed in your head when you saw him, slightly doubting about the accuracy, but you know him thanks to the fact that he was been in the company for quite a while, maybe working with a different set of divisions, but anyway.

"Y/N! Manager noona! You guys are just in time. The others haven't arrived yet, but I did find you a new lyricist and sound engineer!" Han happily announced, presenting the slightly taller man beside him. Despite the duo lacking in the height department, which you were too, he had the aura of someone who could possibly loom over you if you stood next to him. He commanded the room, but didn't demand the attention. He was firm, but his small smile said otherwise.

You'd think you would fear him, but you could only stare and eye him in awe with how he radiated himself in the room.

"This is Christopher Bang. He's from Division C1. Wrote a smoking formal letter to his boss and he was set and ready." Han bragged, pumping his fists like a kid with enthusiasm surging through him.

"You guys can call me Chan, it's my tag, but Chris is also fine." He offered a handshake towards you two and you couldn't help but notice the man's build. You didn't want to stare for too long, but that was a little late when your manager nudged you on the side, popping your imagination bubble just in time to listen to Han.

"We have a few sample here with us we'd love for you to here and the lyrics sheet for some of the scores you're still filling up." Han says, asking both of them to sit down as Chris immediately got to work, your manager sits on the couch beside his staff as you were asked to sit in between the two. Han started explaining all the technicals, hooking up the music to the board and everything while Chris was watching and anticipating behind you with his hands clasped together.

"Just so you know, all of these are written and demonstrated by Chan hyung himself." Han wiggled his eyebrows teasingly as your eyes shifted towards Chris with a sweet smile. From there, Chris thought that the anxiety of an artist like you hearing his songs would be the reason to wrack his nerves, but, with the way your smile comforted him in such a situation, there was probably no reason for him to worry. His heart beating fast was no pressure from the songs, but more of how pretty you looked when you smiled towards him.

Night fell and the last pieces of the today's last song was recorded and readied. At least 9 out of 15 songs for the album were finished, the rest had edits to be made before final approval, Han and the rest were just eager to get it done. You were too, considering that the Chris and Han were adamant to give the best results, had been the kindest during recording sessions to aid you and your singing.

Other trainings had to been in the following days and your next recording wouldn't be until in 4 days.

"Miss? Any final edits you'd like to make before we put this in the folders?" Chris turns his swivel chair towards you, your manager had entrusted you to Han and Chris as they had other scheduling matters to complete. "Can I hear the layering for 'XO?' I feel like I went to high here and not enough here." You pointed out on the monitor. Chris nodded, fixing the sounds and layering of your voice and the instrumental before lettng the track play once more.

"I love that! Thank you! Also, it's Y/N, you don't have to be so formal, Chan-ssi."

"You say that, but you just called me, mister." The eldest one pouts, earning laughter from both you and Han. The younger man stands up, groaning and moaning about his strained muscles. "Well, I'm gonna head out. I'll finish the track later at dawn, I just wanna nap for a bit." Han admits, slinging his bag on his shoulder.

"Okay, I'll finish these tracks first then head back." Chris notifies the younger, concern washing over Y/N.

"Are you sure? You don't have to finish both all at once. You might not get much sleep." You say looking at Chan worriedly. He reciprocates the concern with a gummy smile, "I'm fine, I work best at night anyway."

Han bids his goodbye to the both of you, closing the door behind him, leaving the two of you in slight awkward silence. The only thing reflecting in the walls is Chris' mouse clicking and your slight humming.

"You should get some rest, Y/N-ssi." Chris cuts the silence. Deep down, he didn't really want you to leave, but that would be a bit selfish and stalker-y of him.

"I'm fine. I want to listen to the drafts anyway." You say im earnest, sittiny beside him with your legs crossed, watching him work.

Chris wasn't sure what was happening, but the silence of the room felt deafening more than he opted for. His peripheral vision would catch you eyeing the soundboard and he wanted nothing more than to talk about it more and more. His heart was back to its fast thumping it almost felt unhealthy. He shifts in his seat to keep himself at bay, worried that if given the chance, he'd fuck it all up if it means getting to know the Jeong Y/N.

"I'm surprised you agreed to do this, Chan-ssi." Chris slowed down his work to look at you. Your face looking up at him, which he hadn't anticipated would be closer towards his. His heart raced in his chest with the way you stared at him, (He should get that checked.)

"H-Huh?"

"Well, I mean... I'm no big artist and you seem to know a lot about all of this. You've written so many songs, so I thought that you wouldn't want anyone lesser than Beyoncé to write for." You shrugged, earning a chuckle from the man.

"Bold of you to assume Beyoncé would even want me." He murmured. You giggled at his reply then crossed your arms.

"People would love to have you! Especially me!" You blurt out of the blue, not realizing how it might have sounded towards the other. A blush creeps on your face at the realization.

"I mean, to have you work with them!" You clarified, but Chris had other plans. His ears turned a shade of red as he awkwardly laughed about the statement. You looked so cute either way his heart was about to explode.

"One day, you'll see me in one of her credits, "The Married Women, Produced and Written by Chan,"..." He said, swiping one of his hands in the air. You laughed at the sheer stupidity of the choke, but somehow, it made the room feel lighter, the uneasiness and awkwardness from earlier had lifted as you shared more about each other, the conversation shifting from Beyoncé to Rock bands to Video Games, and so on, until the clock reflected 2 AM.

Chris was still going strong, just cold water and a can of half a Redbull by his side. Meanwhile you, the ever so talkative from earlier had crashed in the couch with a thin cardigan as cover. Chris had known about the current situation, and had eyed you since earlier about your condition. He wasn't a fool not to notice the baggy eyes and the sluggish speaking when midnight struck. Chris was on the last song, but his mind was on you. For one, he didn't want you to wake up just yet, opting to surprise you with the songs being finished, the other, looking at your sleeping figured somehow made him just as peaceful, knowing how you were getting the rest you needed.

Weird. He had only spent a few hours with you, but he worried like he's known you for a lifetime. He is caught off guard when the studio door creaks open and in came a familiar figure.

"Hyung? You're back here again?" Han groggily asked as he stepped in, yet to notice the sleeping figure on the couch.

Chris turned around fully, putting an index finger on his lips and pointing towards your sleeping figure. Han's eyes went wide at your presence, meaning you had never left as well.

"Did you two just not leave the room?"

"We did. To buy Redbull at the cafeteria."

Han facepalmed at his answer, grabbing a swivel and sitting down next to Chris. This causes you to stir awake. You blink the tiredness away and notice two figures now present at the room, you shift to sit upright and adjust your vision.

"Han? You're back? What time is it anyway?" You asked, rubbing your eyes tiredly and yawning.

"It's already 2 AM. You should head back to your dorm, you have a schedule later." Han points as he turns around to face you.

"Is Chan-ssi done with the songs?" You asked, standing up and wobbling toward the duo.

Han nudges Chris' side and smiled widely, "I'm gonna take over. Hyung will walk back with you." Chris choke on his Redbull, coughing at the sudden mention of his name.

"M-Me?" He manages to wheeze in between the coughing fit. You look at him and try to offer comfort, but Chris stops you and his small "I'm fine's" was his indication.

"Yes, Binnie-hyung told me to come get you, we can finish the other songs before the next recording, we have 2 songs left, you have the others in the team, we can manage." Han speaks quickly, pushing Chris slightly out of his seat to which the older has no choice but to oblige.

Chris awkwardly chuckles as a blush creeps at the embarrassing moment as he begins to pack up. You smile and nod, fixing up your own stuff. You don't mind spending a few more minutes with Chris anyway.

After cleaning up, Han waves goodbye, not before whispering something towards Chris which earns him a pinch on the arm. The younger screamed in pain and surrender as he pouted towards the older. You giggled at their interaction before saying goodbye and good night to the other before heading out.

The walk to the elevator felt short, and for a while, you wished it had been longer. The elevator dings, the double doors opening as you two step inside and press the ground floor button. You grab your hat and hair tie and slinging your cardigan back on again. Chris only side eyes you and smiles softly to himself, despite the words from Han earlier echoing in his head. It was so stupid but it made his whole body shudder and heat up.

"My dorm is nearby, but I still need to be cautious." You say, wearing your black mask as additional cover.

"The more you wear stuff to cover your face, the more you look small." Chris quips at you, he earns a playful punch on the arm from you.

"That's so mean!"

"What? It's cute!" He blurts out, earning a wide-eyed stare from you this time. Chris registers his words and he looks away quickly, covering his mouth. "I-I mean, you look cute!"

That helped his situation, sure.

You purse your lips, fighting back a giggle as you both grow flustered at each other. Chris leans on the wall with his forehead, murmuring his words as he tries to gain control.

"What I meant to say was—"

"I think you're cute too." You say, not letting him anyway.

If red was a person, right now, it would be Christopher Bang. He stared into space, the words registering in his head, and maybe, just maybe, he didn't mishear. Gibberish was the best Chris could speak right now, and you, well, you might as well jump to whatever floor was available right now to get out of this situation.

The elevator ride took forever, and the silence felt heavy. It didn't seem like it was awkward, but no one was speaking anything, neither one wanted to say anything.

Chris nibbled his lower lip, anxiety creeping in, he wanted to say something, but he also didn't want to say anything. Meanwhile your fingers found each other interesting, it felt as if nothing could possibly make this ride worse. Until you heard a certain someone suck in his breath.

"I think..." He started speaking, "I think you're really cool, Y/N. I didn't want to sound like a creep when you first stepped in the room, but, you're so much fun to be around with." He spoke, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. You noticed his arm flexed at that action, and you suddenly wished you didn't (actually you did want to see it, you just can't focus as much now.)

"I mean, we don't have to do anything just yet, being a friend of yours is already worth it in itself." He smiled, his dimples showing...

Wait, he has dimples?! Why haven't you noticed that?

"Are you cool with that?" He asked, offering a hand towards you.

It's the same way when he offered his hand earlier to shake when you first met, it was more lax though, offering something more casual. You never thought that this was on your bingo card for the year, but here it is.

The worst thing is, you could have said anything better, but instead chose to say,

"S-Sure!" And you kinda regretted it, wishing you had said more.

Something changed in those months you continued working for the album, your photoshoots were more inspired and your rehearsals were easier. Was it because your "good friend" Chris was there to visit you. His reasons differed from 'talking to you about the outro song' and 'if you wanted to get more Redbull and get Han in on it.'

At that point, your manager didn't even need to question him, all she asked was being cautious about actions. Which wasn't hard, despite butterflies blooming in your stomach more and more, you and Chris had a fantastic dynamic without crossing boundaries. Maybe a bit with all his visits, but even Han joins him so, what's the harm in that?

Two months came by and your album was in its releasing phase, pictures and promotions had been lined up after months of hard work with the writing team, and you know it's still not over. Even with Han working on his next client, he managed to find time to see you, Chris, on the other hand, had never once missed an event, even if it was just through his phone.

You and Chris were practically inseparable by this point, but, something, and you know exactly what that is, lingers in you about the relationship you have with the guy.

Your manager approached you with a polite smile as you're getting cleared for the day after your final filming day. Given that the release is in 3 weeks, you're thankful your manager is able to give you space to yourself before release day and promotions officially begin, which was the most hectic time for you.

Chris, just outside the venue like he always was, had been waiting for you to finish. He basically has a hall pass to enter the shoot, but he doesn't abuse it. At this point, everyone, from your division at least, knows him, even if he was just called, the songwriter from Division C1.

"I'm starting to think you like picking me up from work, Mr. Bang." You tease as his figure approaches you, opting to help carry your stuff as people from the venue begin to head out as well.

"You know me so well, Ms. Jeong." He replies with a smirk. Handing him the bigger and sling the other on your shoulder, you start storytelling about everything that had happened on set, an eager Chris happy to listen to everything, taking little notes in his head for details he'd love to remember.

On a normal drive, he would drop you off in your dorm, with both of you usually cloaked with baggy clothes to become unidentifiable, and on some days, he invites you to his apartment, sometimes with his roommate/s being there, sometimes just the two of you. Today, it was the latter. Having both Han and Changbin gone for the evening freed the both of you, him mostly, from any teasing about whatever was going on betwee you and Chris.

"Make yourself at home, Y/N-ie." He invites you in, the door swung open as the smell of cinnamon wafted through the air. You're used to smelling this whenever you were around since Chris had learned you loved the scent of cinnamon, you were never sure how he found out, maybe one of your many, many conversations, but you didn't mind, you were hoping that the other boys didn't mind the smell each time.

You flop on the couch, looking around, somehow, the more you visited here, the more the place got radiant. Maybe it was Han's, Changbin's, or Chris' doing in adding more furnishing to make the place more cozy, but it was definitely working.

You noticed on the coffee table Chris' laptop, you don't pay much attention to it, since you don't like snooping that much, but the blinking kind of always attracts you to press it, but you resist, especially when Chris comes to the living room with cups of warm tea.

"Thanks. I would say I want iced coffee, but Unnie would throw me to Mars if I broke rest." You said, sighing at the memory the first time you did it. Chris chuckles as he sits next to you, taking a sip of his own.

"Yeah, I get that, we mostly request other artists to do the same thing before recording sessions." He shrugs, "But you know, sometimes it can't be helped."

"Have you gotten any new clients with Division C1?" You ask out of the blue, your hands cupping the mug as you take a long sip, waiting for his answer.

Chris gives a polite smile before setting his drink down. "I guess Hannie didn't tell you, but I asked for a division and department transfer." He said, leaning on the backrest of the couch.

"I thought that C1 would help me grow as a composer, ya know? But uh, turns out the Division head hired me so he can use me as face value since he has consistently had a number of complaints, only reason why he wasn't getting fired was because he had backup in HR." Chris told nonchalantly, for some reason.

You listened, mouth agape, never expecting these things to be happening behind everything, kind of feeling bad about it the more you think about the events.

"So, had a little help from your manager and get hooked with a double agent, basically, in HR to release the complaints that were "pushed aside" to the Executives, basically." He shrugs, his hands supporting his head, "You can say I was a lowkey Karen, but if no one was going to tell them, he'd basically run the division scott-free. They're looking managers within the division to promote as Division head, and I'm planning a department transfer to talents."

You look at him confused, "You want to train idols and other upcoming artists?" You asked with an eyebrow raised. His nod was enthusiastic, the smile evident on his lips.

"I've been here for so long, I have professional training in vocals, it'd be nice to help kids know about their talents." He replies. His eyes find yours eventually, a gummier smile forming in his face making you giggle a bit.

"What about your songwriting?" You asked rather genuinely, head tilted in slight confusion.

"You don't have to worry about that, my songwriting is still pretty much active. I'm just waiting for your boss to approve my transfer to Division AE3 and I'm basically all yours!" Maybe you misheard him on the last part, but the thought that you and Chris might actually be working together more often was a daydream come true.

"So what you're saying, Mr. Bang is... you're mine?" You playfully bite back at his teasing, there are moments where statements like these, especially made by THE Christopher Bang himself are intentional, and he knows he's playing with fire once you're in the mood to taunt back.

Even after knowing these things about you, he still feels the heat creeping up from his chest and manifesting in his ears in shades of beet red. You always chuckle at his antics and words since he could never formulate the same amount of teasing back again to create banter.

Nevertheless, it was nice to know that you had someone like Christopher by your side, maybe in times like these you don't need to put such a heavy responsibility on what you two shoulde be. You both know you're practically in love, fanfiction has told you it's a friends to lovers, and maybe, that's just what you need, a nice quiet moment with someone whom you share peace with.

"Hey, Y/N? Can I... show you something?"

Hi! It's Cece! This fic happened because of a weird daydream I had, but I hadn't expected it would be this long! If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading!

Until the next!

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Flare 2.3

Back at it fresh into some new horrors

There were things to be said about it, about the militaristic tilt of the group, the way the PRT and the Protectorate had broken in such a way that the Wardens had sprung up from one large chunk of the image, presentation and ideals.  Crystal’s parahuman miltary thing was crudely forged from another chunk of what the PRT had been: the PRT’s old laws, rules, and discipline.  A military-esque force without a government to serve or a hard and fast system of law to back it up.

i really can't see how this ends up with a better image than other groups all things considered

“This isn’t about powers,” she said.  “But I wouldn’t rule them out.  They helped and they may be part of this.  The key thing is that a lot of the building materials and resources we used to get started came from other worlds.”

this isn't a bad explanation by any means, but it does make out Scion's rampage across the multiverse as a little less impactful if the other worlds are happy and able to be providing assistance. is this one of those, Cauldron-in-the-background kind of deals?

“The two construction groups are collaborating, banding together, the areas rezoned, contracts reworked.  They say workers signed and agreed, and there are no longer ‘dibs’, as you put it.” “For something that matters as much as home and shelter, with that many employees, you’d think someone would have read the contract thoroughly enough to figure that out.”

oh these workers are def getting screwed over

“I know,” I said.  “I’m going to go get changed and see if I can find footwear.  If you have a minute, could you find any belts?”

FF Vic skin, limited edition

“South side of the building,” he said, pointing. “Stand on the dotted line, try not to stare down the crowd or antagonize them. Be gentle if they get rowdy.”

"try not to antagonize them" oh boy this is going to go well if that's the orders they're getting

“Just a design, not an emblem,” I said, turning my back to him to show him the rush job we’d managed with the heat-transferred image, my sweatshirt lightly singed in places.  It was a circle with lines intersecting it, almost like a sun, but with the lines running into the circle.  The image was offset, so the lines were shorter to the left and top of the image.  Crystal’s idea and design, and I’d had no objection.

is there any meaning behind the symbol i'm not getting or is it just a thing? i guess it goes with the rest of the arc titles, with it being a sun

“You happen to beat me to the scene, and then you use your secret identity, condescension and anti-parahuman shit to take me down a notch? And then you want a place on Advance Guard?”

i suppose Shortcut was the first hero the protagonist met, but it doesn't guarantee he'll get the Defiant treatment so he should really stop playing Armsmaster

It hit me like a blow to the head.  An image in my mind’s eye, a feeling, a sense of something greater.  Forgotten in the same instant it occurred.  I dropped out of the air, and I caught myself a moment later.  Crystal did much the same.

aw, no gold morning images?

End Notes:

the flirting was rough to get through listening to it while driving, ngl. nothing really standing out to me, but i know this doesn't turn out well for the people involved in the broken trigger. i'm guessing we'll get to Sam's friend later down the line when the Wardens mess up handling her situation