#(i say amuses but i got very seriously invested in this)
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hi, okay, so, literally no one asked for this, but while I’m working on some actual art to post on here, I’m just gonna..... share this.... thing.
SO, a few months back, I got into a heated debate about who to cast as the one-and-only Lelouch in a live Code Geass adaptation & my fixation on this question got... a bit out of hand. the culmination of this was me spending hours trying to cast just nearly everyone for the entire series during a weeb manic fugue state.
now, you may be saying - emily, you’ve got some big budget actors here in pretty secondary roles! what are you thinking?? BUT this is all imagining that I personally were the showrunner & the casting director & that this was a world where budget was apparently no issue because I’d geass’d the donors into sharing their full life’s earnings, and, on top of all this, yes, we could in fact also afford to render all the mechs! don’t ask questions. It’s My Fancast & I Can Run the Studio Into Unsalvageable Debt If I Want To!
....&anyway, thought I’d share this for anyone who cares or had their own fan-castings in mind, or else just wanted to bear witness my madness.
(thing is, I put this together in spite of myself, being someone who 99% of the time does NOT care for live-action adaptations to perfectly good animations.... BUT, in a world where all the loving work of adapting was my own... well, I just had to know.)
#code geass#madness#i really dont know what to tell you#might delete this later but in case it amuses anyone.... here it is for now lol#(i say amuses but i got very seriously invested in this)#(code geass - stupid as it is - is still one of my top two anime of all time)#(this & puella magi have my heart forever)#(PLEASE WATCH CODE GEASS IF YOU HAVEN'T IT IS MY FAVORITEEEE)#(LELOUCH IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! JYB IS THE BEST DUB CHOICE OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!)#...........srry ill post art here again eventually lol. still workin on some slow-brewing projects (incl a Big Boy proj for one of my favs)#.........anyway i think i knocked it out of the park with the fancasting here some of my best work tbh#just saw the Essex Serpent recently &it was a fairly mediocre show and a waste of tom hiddleston#but frank dillane's smarmy expressions & asshole-ish charisma had some spot-on lelouch energy
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“We’re in 2019.
Female hair is CENSORED everywhere. You don’t see it on TV. You don’t see it in magazines or adverts.
There is an injunction of society for women to remain 'soft' and completely hairless. Just like a little girl. I don’t believe that’s a coincidence.
Young, skinny, hairless girls have been very popular in the media for years and it makes me wonder. Who's behind it all? Who's perpetuating this message about women looking like adolescent girls? It sometimes feels rather paedophilic. It worries me.”
– Camille Alexander. Musician (2019)
“Years ago I did think about getting laser hair removal for my navel hair, but then I realised I'd be paying a couple of hundred pounds just to conform to expectations that I don't even care about– I'd much rather use the money for a holiday or circus lessons! I think that's one of the things which annoys me so much about society and the media's expectation for women to be basically hairless– they're pressuring us to invest serious time and money and endure pain. It's a double standard and it's unfair.
Being able to accept your body– hair, scars and all– is freeing. I remember seeing my Aunt Glynis dancing to reggae in the 90s with her armpit hair showing– she looked so confident, happy and free. As a child, I couldn't put my finger on 'why', but I can now. On a practical level, it feels pretty darn good when I consider how much time, money and pain I've saved by accepting my body as it is. I like to think that that memory of my aunt being free and totally comfortable in her own skin is one that I can emulate and pass onto other girls and women.
It hasn't always been received well though. At Lambeth County Fair one year, a friend of a friend was seriously freaked out when he saw my armpits. He asked me "what's wrong with you? Why would you do that?!", which was pretty amusing but bewildering. It reminded me there will always be people out there who may react and judge me like that. Thankfully, the opinion of people who think like that means very little to me! For me having hair and not caring is a bit like being part of a secret club. When you notice someone else who is resisting society's expectations and staying hairy you feel solidarity and respect. It's nice to be part of that.”
– Isabel (2019)
“As a teenager, I remember trying to stuff myself into a box of what a girl should be like. It always felt uncomfortable; padded bras, shoes that hurt and shaving rash. Running, swimming and climbing have helped me to see the strength and resilience in my body and to love it for what it is. Growing my armpit hair has been a recent experiment and the longer it gets, the more I like it! I like the way it looks & feels. It has given me a new respect for myself. So I say, embrace growth & if it pleases you, let it all grow!”
– Jess (2018)
“Shaving, epilating or waxing hurts. I was tired of suffering, trying to adapt to the image of a ‘beautiful young woman’ society is selling us. Everybody told me to shave. As a teenager, it’s a huge subject among girls; where do you shave? What method are you using? It takes so much time and costs so much money (the majority of hair removal products are also not recyclable). All of these reasons coming one after another motivated me to stop shaving. I would often have irritated skin after shaving and being a very sporty person, the sweat and the friction of my clothes would cause pain.The worst thing was having sex on the second day after shaving my vulva. I didn't understand why women would suffer and waste so much time on hiding who they really are. By showing my body hair on stage, I would like to stimulate and change people’s point of view. I’d like to motivate women to make their own choices.”
– Darian Koszinski. Circus artist (2018)
“I stopped shaving completely when I was a teenager because of two instances. The first? I got tired of all the time wasted on maintenance and the discomfort that came with it. The second was when I went on a few multiple week-long backpacking trips; it would have been extremely inconvenient to spend hours ripping my hair out, so I let things grow. Being so close to nature let me dive deeper into and re-examine the relationship with myself and the world, acting as a mirror. In nature, there is wild; it is as beautiful as it is untamed. How could it be anything other than that? I felt so relieved and free when I let it grow out. It felt like being able to breathe. It was incredibly comfortable too. I felt a confidence and boldness returning, like I was replenishing some kind of primal power. I will say that a very pleasant side effect of having armpit hair is its ability to ward off rude people whom I wouldn’t care to interact or associate with anyway. Because the people that care about that sort of thing and make it a point to say how disgusted they are, are precisely the kind of people that I don’t want in my life.”
– Kyotocat (2017)
“At this point in life, I feel that the real question shouldn't be 'why did you let your armpit hair grow?' But actually, 'why did you shave in the first place?' Please celebrate your body! Own who you are and be that! Those who celebrate who and what they are, are creating a much open and safer space for those who are struggling to understand who and what they want to be in life. It might be easier said than done but give it a try. We'll then help create a healthier and understanding society with less bullshit than there already is...”
– Alex Wellburn (2017)
“I never stopped shaving because I never started.
I do remember my mother shaving when I was younger and I thought that was pretty unnecessary since she was a strict muslim.
I later realised it's a thing women do to look more desirable to men.
It really irritated me that the people who reacted negatively to my natural armpit hair were men.
Like it was the most disgusting thing in the world. It really gets on my tits.
This is just one more reason that I don't shave it off. It belongs to me and I don't make noise about the "ugly"; hair on men which are sometimes pretty painful in the eye... But you've got to get over it and don't let these idiots get under it.
I would recommend growing it to any women.”
– Ayan Mohamed. Graduate architecture student (2014)
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The Name of the Wind 4
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Here we finally are continuing with this story! I'm trying to match up the timing on everything between these thee stories in the dragon riders 'verse. Yes, three. Our two special guests in this chapter will be leaving to their own story.
It'll be fun, I swear.
Warnings: Swearing, idiot in love, clueless reader, scheming riders, seriously the whole garrison is invested by now.
Word count: 1.8k
Dinner seemed nothing special, in the way that you'd become accustomed to meals here. There was the usual assortment of foods at every table, riders and staff settling down to eat.
Alejandro was at the table you'd unofficially labeled his - not in the center of the room quite, but still easy to get to. Some of the usual people were there already - Rodolfo and Marin both nodded to you.
The two new people were there as well, seated side by side across from Alejandro.
“Our guests for tonight,” Alejandro told you, motioning you to sit next to him. “Alex and Frank.”
You greeted them both, settling next to Alejandro. They'd both cleaned up since you saw them earlier, though Frank hadn't bothered to shave. You'd never seen them before, and you were curious as to how they got here, and how long they'd be here.
“You must be new here.” Frank eyed you, openly appraising.
“Yes,” you admitted, a little surprised.
“New rider?”
“Not exactly,” you hedged, on the border of being uncomfortable, and not sure why.
“She is a leather worker,” Alejandro answered smoothly, one knee pressing into yours under the table, his elbow gently jostling your arm. “Quite skilled, as well.”
You warmed under both the praise and the touches, shoulders relaxing even as you leaned ever so slightly into his space.
Frank held your gaze for a moment before he nodded. “Then we'll be seeing you around again.”
“Are you here often?” You took a tray from Alejandro, serving yourself food even as you glanced at the two men.
Alex shrugged, a secretive half-smile twitching his lips. “We come through every so often.”
You looked between the two, seeing clearly that this was some kind of joke. But Alejandro nudged your knee again under the table, and you didn't ask.
The conversation moved on from there, Rodolfo chiming in with daily reports. Another rider came over to talk to Alejandro for a few minutes, mostly ignoring Alex and Frank. They seemed content to be ignored, talking quietly to each other.
You squashed your curiosity back down and ate your dinner quietly.
Frank and Alex stood to leave in tandem, and Alejandro nodded to them.
“Who were they?” You asked very quietly once they'd left.
Alejandro hummed for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You will see them from time to time,” he said slowly. “But you cannot ask what they do, or where they go. It is confidential.”
“Okay.” You could do that. No problem.
Well. Okay. You'd have to remind yourself not to ask, but you'd manage.
He looked down at you, amused. “You won't see them so often it will be a problem,” he assured you. “Don't fret.”
You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed easily. “If you say so.”
Alejandro shook his head but smiled, getting to his feet. “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.” You watched him and Rodolfo walk out together, shoulders nearly pressed together.
The view was quite nice, after all.
Shaking your head at yourself, you cleared your place at the table and made your way back to your room. You had a little time before bed. Plenty of time to stuff your emotions back down.
You were still trying not to find Alejandro attractive… but it wasn't easy. He made it very difficult, in fact. Especially when he sought you out at meal times, and took you on a flight, and promised he wouldn't let harm come to you…
Really, how were you expected to not find him attractive?
You squished your face in your pillow to squeal, just a little bit.
The problem over the next few weeks wasn't work. It wasn't the dragons, as they had all learned that you were to be treated gently.
No. The problem was Alejandro.
He ate most meals with you. He took you on two more flights. He made a point of seeing you at least once each day.
He was distracting, but in the most pleasant way. Intriguing and courteous and funny.
He was a major problem.
You looked for him, almost automatically, every time you went to eat, or when you were in the dragons’ nesting area. Any time you heard his voice, you paused what you were doing to look.
Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. You were embarrassed at yourself.
But you still looked.
One night after dinner, Alejandro asked if you'd take a walk with him. You agreed, heart fluttering.
“I will be gone a few days,” he said as the two of you strolled down empty hallways. “I need to go to the capital.”
“Oh.” You couldn't help the way your heart sank with disappointment.
“Rodolfo will be in charge while I'm gone,” he said, looking at you and away again. ��It will only be a few days.”
“I hope you have fun?” It came out for too much of a question, and you grimaced at yourself.
He snorted. “I will not, but thank you. I dislike going, but I must sometimes.”
“Why do you dislike it?”
He shrugged. “Politics,” he answered dryly. “There is an overabundance of people who feel far too self-important.”
You laughed, unable to hold it in. “I'm sorry,” you managed, still giggling. “But the look on your face.”
He huffed, smiling. “It is never a hardship to make you laugh,” he murmured. “Is there anything you want from the capital?”
You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. “I don't know.”
He eyed you for a moment before he nodded, just once. “I will find you something, then.”
You almost protested, except he turned to face you fully, two fingers under your chin tipping your face towards him. Your eyes went wide.
“I will think of you,” he promised, low and quiet. “I need to go, because I need to wake early. I will see you in a few days.” He leaned in, and for a wild moment you thought he'd kiss you. Your heart leapt and then pounded, lips parting ever so slightly.
But his lips landed on your cheek, soft and chaste. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft breath escaping you.
The two of you stood perfectly still for one moment. Then Alejandro stepped back, his fingers falling from your skin.
You watched him go, hand rising to touch the spot he'd just kissed.
You hadn't imagined that. He had really kissed your cheek.
Oh, you were way past trouble now. Now you were in deep.
You meandered back to your room, completely distracted and oblivious to the world around you, replaying those precious moments over and over again to make sure you remembered them.
You didn't sleep well, half-remembered dreams of flying then falling interrupting you through the night.
You were surprised when Marin sat with you at breakfast. She asked about your day, and seemed genuinely interested. Which was… weird, but okay.
But the weirdness didn't stop there.
Various riders popped in to your workshop throughout the day. Some just asked how you were doing, while some asked about bringing you things for repairs. One even brought you a canteen of water, saying she'd noticed yours was empty.
You were deeply, deeply confused.
But you didn't actually object.
Rodolfo gently herded you to the normal table at dinner, but he didn't try to make you talk. Just made sure you had food.
Alejandro left for a few days and the whole garrison went extremely weird.
Maybe they just needed some sleep. Or something. Maybe you needed sleep.
Except the next day passed in much the same manner. You hadn't had so much conversation… basically ever. And with so many people! Even one of the kitchen staff found you to ask if you had enough scrap leather to make a holder for a knife.
Which, of course, you did. Not that you'd tell her, the poor woman seemed easily flustered to begin with, but you weren't using scraps for this.
You were also debating between telling Alejandro the entire garrison went nuts while he was gone, or never mentioning any of this again.
You skipped breakfast the next day, sneaking some bread from the kitchen to tide you over until lunch. This, apparently, was a mistake, as what felt like half the garrison showed up at your workshop before lunch. Not all at once, thankfully, mostly alone with a few pairs or small groups showing up.
But still. Highly annoying while you were trying to work.
You were gearing up around lunch time to yell at the group of three hovering outside your door when a dragon trumpeted outside. All three riders perked up, and the youngest (and boldest) of them darted inside to grab you. You barely had time to yelp before the three were half-dragging you off, your feet barely keeping up.
Bright sunlight blinded you for a couple moments as they dragged you clear outside. But you felt the ground-shaking thump of a dragon landing.
You didn't even have time to ask before the three abandoned you. You nearly stumbled, but managed not to. Huffing, you shaded your eyes to look.
Your heart fluttered in your chest.
Caba stopped just in front of you, rumbling a friendly greeting to you, head lowering to breathe hot air on top of your head. You couldn't help but laugh a little, reaching up to pat his snout.
“You're here.” Alejandro sounded surprised but rallied quickly, throwing one leg over Caba's back and sliding down the big dragon's side. He landed easily, making you the teensiest bit jealous - you still nearly faceplanted every time.
“I am,” you agreed, a little perplexed but mostly just happy to see him. “How was your trip?”
He waved a hand, dismissing the question. “Uneventful. Not worth it, as usual.” He paused a moment before he smiled. “But I did find this.”
He produced a flower from nowhere, petals marbled pink and white.
“Oh, it's beautiful.” You smiled, leaning closer to see if the flower had any fragrance. It did, and it smelled wonderful too.
“It's for you.” Alejandro took one of your hands, curling your fingers delicately around the stem.
Your eyes blew wide and you jerked your gaze from the flower to him. He just smiled at you, warm and soft and so pleased.
Excited not-exactly-whispering behind you made both of you turn to look. Alejandro's smile dropped and he huffed softly.
“Excuse me, I have some riders to speak with,” he growled, much less happy now. But he paused and cupped your cheek, leaning in close to whisper, “I'll see you later.” And then he strode off, like a man on a warpath.
You dropped your gaze back to your flower and hid your smile behind it, inexplicably giddy.
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At Last-Ralph x FReader (ch 1)
So I haven't written in over a year lol, and this was SUPPOSE to be a one-shot, but I started writing and got in the groove again sooooo...it became a chapter story! Lol. Hoping to get a chapter out every Friday til the story is finished that way I can balance it with running my Etsy shop and all 😊.
Summery: After you and your friends are transported back to the 1920's by a time machine elevator, you embark on an adventure, and that adventure leads to a beautiful man.
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Pairing: Ralph x Reader
Words: 3,328
Warnings: Ralph being a cutie, also some possible trigger words for some, I do apologize, I was simply quoting the show and they were used.
I also have a Ko-Fi 😊
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
"At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song"
"So…Just to recap so that I know I am not losing my mind here….We actually just followed a homeless man into an elevator"
"Yeah"
"That was actually a time machine"
"Yeah"
"That actually took us back to the 1920's"
"Yeah"
"How do you know it's the 20's?"
"Which box do we check first, the cars? The hair? The fashion?"
"1920's London"
"Not exactly what I signed up for when I decided to vacation from America" you sighed, looking around the cobblestone road. Somehow, because you still couldn't wrap your head around a time machine elevator, you and your four friends had landed yourselves in London…In the 1920's. Horace and Jason were looking around please, for different reasons, Horace in amusement and Jason at all the women. Nick looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, while you and Lauren sat back and took in your situation. You would be lying if you said that this whole thing was at least somewhat exciting, odd and unbelievable, but exciting. You had decided to visit your friends over the summer, having met Lauren online some years ago when you were in a Facebook group for "Things to do when in London", since you were hoping to visit that following year. Lauren and you struck up a fast friendship over music, and soon found you had a lot of similar interests.
"Alright, let's just stick together and avoid any
plantations." Nick said after a moment.
"Imagine all the things we could do." Horace said with a smile
"Invest in stocks and shares and get filthy rich in the present day." Lauren replied with a mischievous smile back.
"I was gonna say burn a witch, but we could do that." Horace replied
"...Now I suddenly don't feel safe" You replied, causing Horace to turn to you.
"Can trace my ancestors back to Salem remember" you laughed, causing his eyes to widen.
"Right! No, sorry, no witch burning" he backtracked, causing you to laugh more.
"It doesn't matter what time we're in, any time before the mid-'80s isn't good for black people." Nick stressed
"You have a point" You stated
"Bruv, how can you not wanna explore? We owe it to ourselves! People like us never
get to time travel. It's what white people do,
like skiing, or brunch." Jason replied,
"Anyone got a fiver? I'm gonna buy a house." Lauren laughed as you all made your way onto the streets.
"Look at you perving at all the ye olde ladies." She teased Jason.
"I'm just appreciating when women dressed like women, and not like twelve-year-old schoolboys." He told her, earning a punch in the arm.
"I wouldn't call you eyeing every woman as simply appreciating" you laughed. Noticing a woman staring at Lauren before muttering.
"That reminds me, I must buy some black pudding."
"Would it mess with the future if I smacked that woman in the face right now?" Lauren asked, causing everyone to snicker but bringing up a very good question, what would happen to the future, your timelines, by you simply existing in the 20's?
"No, seriously, she's right. Time, space, ripple
effects and all that. What would happen?" Nick asked, causing Horace to reach into his pocket.
"Homeless Pete gave me some rules. Um 1, Don't kill anyone."
"That's not even specific to time travel." Nick muttered
"Don't impregnate, get impregnated. Don't touch any animals."
"Awe there goes your fun Jason" you teased.
"Have fun and try to blend in." Horace finished
"Try to blend in?" You asked
"Am I the only one noticing that?" Nick pointed behind you, you all turned and noticed a large crowd of white people gathered to stare…ah…yeah…people of color were not as common in these times indeed.
"Why are we in a suit shop?"
"Because I didn't see a Foot Locker."
You noticed the man behind the desk look up from his magazine as you all walked in before suddenly looking very scared.
"Good afternoon" he said nervously
"How may I eat you-, help you?" He quickly corrected himself, his eyes landing on you.
"Hello sir, my friends would like suits please"
"Y-Yes of course, I'll just go eat the-Get the manager" he nervously smiled before escaping to the backroom.
"She's alright." You heard Jason say as you leaned over the counter to see the magazine the man had been looking at…Ah cannibals…that explains the oddness.
"Going by the day's events, don't you think you have enough girlfriends?" Nick asked
"Alright, then you go talk to her."
"Well, obviously I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because she's about 90 years older than me."
"What?"
"Yes, I could go outside,and yes, I could chat her up. But what if I fell for her, and she for I?
And we had this whirlwind love affair where we couldn't be without one another.
And at the peak of everything, she decides to come back with me to the 21st century. But as we return to the present day, I'd turn to her only to see that she'd become the age she would be in that time. And I would have the girl of my dreams as an old woman, dying in my arms." Nick concluded.
"Ahh Nick, always the romantic" you snickered
"Bruv, I just said to get her phone number." Jason replied just as a new voice spoke up.
"Ahem!"
Spinning around you suddenly felt like the air got knocked out of you as you looked toward the new people in the small shop.
'Oh…Oh'
"Hello" they spoke at the same time, and you could hear Horace say something along the lines of
"Hail thee, good morrow,how doth thou?" Behind you, but he sounded so far away, everything did, it was like everything suddenly blurred into nothing until there was just him. He wore a cream colored suit and a boater hat, a simple enough outfit for the time but that wasn't what caught your attention, his eyes, the way his smile made them sparkle as he excitedly told the woman beside him to ask them, before prompting her again, causing her to quickly snap at him and his smile fell, and you watched his eyes dull a bit, the sight making your heart clench.
'Don't look sad please,never look sad'
"Ask us what?"
"We were just wondering-" He started but again was cut off by the woman, you could feel yourself beginning to get annoyed at her as you watched his eyes dull even further.
"Yes, Ralph!..Are you a jazz band?"
"What makes you think we're a jazz band?" Lauren asked, and you watched his eyes move over to her, eyeing her up and down and you felt your chest ache…So…Even in a different time nothing changes. Your eyes drift away from him, everything coming into focus again as Nick and the woman talked.
"Quartet."
"Well, four (five) coloured chaps in London. What else could you be?" She replied
"You're also carrying instruments." He added
"Oh, so you are." She smiled, looking at their hands and glancing at you.
"Now call it fate, but Ralph and I are hosting a sick-makingly glorious birthday party." She smiled excitedly, something about this woman gave you a headache already, but at least now you knew his name was Ralph…It suited him.
"We're twins.Non-identical." he stated, as if the non-identical needed to be added you thought, finding yourself smiling a bit.
"I was born first." She added
"So Victoria and I are having
a party-" he started again, only to get cut off once more, and by how he slowly sank back you knew this happened often…Too often.
"Yes, Ralph!...And daddy promised us a Negro jazz band."
"You really shouldn't use that word." Lauren added.
"Oh, sorry. A Negro jazz quartet. Quite a shame, the band we hired cancelled.
"One of the poor fellows got polio." They laughed, causing you all to kind of look at one another.
"Typical, isn't it? All bad things seem to happen to me." She pouted
"How much we talking?" Lauren asked
"You'll be paid fabulously"
"So please, please, please say you're a jazz quartet!"
"We are a jazz quartet."
"Sorry, we'd love to but unfortunately we've got to get home." Nick started but Lauren jumped in
"We'll be there."
"Wondrous!"
"It is rather a formal affair."
"Yes, so no curious native trousers or, um, spongy foot sheaths."
"I can't wait!"
"Please don't let us down, otherwise Ralph and I will howl with shame and take our lives in a tragic double suicide." She stated, causing everyone to let out a nervous laugh, except they weren't laughing…before a simple.
"See you chaps later!" And just like that, they were gone. You watched them through the window, watched as he retreated with his sister, his excitement visible if only for a moment before she dampened it again.
"All I'm saying is that when people time travel, it's to prevent a natural disaster or to save mankind from extinction.Not to perform as a
'Negro jazz quartet'" Nick ranted after everyone left the shop with their new suits, you excluded. You looked around after you all stopped in the street, everyone ranting about how Nick wanted a paid gig and now they have one, Nick ranting about how everyone needed to get home and he was going to go back and find the lift to get us out of there. In the end Nick left on his own, leaving the four of you in the streets.
"Right so do we just have a look around then?" Horace asked.
"You can go ahead, I'm going to look in some shops, still need to find some clothes" you replied, thumbing towards some more shops.
"Oh right!" Horace started but Lauren cut in
"Why don't you lot go on ahead, we'll meet you at the gig" she stated, before walking with you towards the shops. The first two shops you both quickly walk out of after looking at the price tags. Yes you had some money but not that much. The 3rd shop was a bit cheaper, it was a bit of a thrift store in a way, returns from other shops that maybe had lost a few beads or had been repaired hung on the walls.
"So…You trying to look your best tonight?" Lauren asked while you looked at the dresses.
"Just looking to blend in I suppose" you shrugged, watching as she nodded but continued to stare at you from the corner of her eye.
"So you wouldn't be looking for somethin' to catch his eye?" She asked after a moment, causing your head to whip in her direction.
"W-what?" You asked, trying to keep your voice low and even.
"Come off it, I saw the way you stared at what's his name…Ralph, back there. Looked like a deer in the headlights, if the deer was also in love with the car" she smirked before adding.
"Also pretty sure I heard you gasp when you first turned around"
"I….I don't know what you're going on about, I had no such look" you stated, going back to the dress.
"Oh really?"
"Really"
"Cause it looked to me like-"
"He had his eye on someone else anyways, now can we please drop it?" You sighed, grabbing a dress and heading to the changing room. Lauren watched you walk away, confused by your reaction, she was only teasing in her own sort of way, but the way you acted…she felt like she was opening an old wound. When you emerged again you were dripping in black and gold, a beaded headpiece around your (h/c) locks and a faux pearl bracelet around your wrist. Mary Janes adored your feet and as you looked at yourself in the mirror you truly felt like you were living your Great Gatsby fantasy.
"Whoa" Lauren said behind you.
"Good Whoa or Bad Whoa?" You asked, teeth worrying your bottom lip.
"Good Whoa" she smiled, causing you to sigh, before you grabbed your bag that was now filled with your old clothes and walked to the cashier, handing her the money, very glad you had exchanged your Dollars for Pounds.
After shopping the two of you met up with Horace and Jason again, walking around the town for a bit before heading to the party. A party that you were both looking forward to and dreading. Once there you were shocked by the amount of people already there, and the amount of alcohol. You watched as the three of your friends drank from the bottle, you yourself sipping from your cup, before Jason noticed something, tapping Lauren on the arm.
"Someone's got an admirer." He nodded towards a table, you all looked over and noticed Ralph, his eyes raking over Lauren as he smiled at her.
"I'm guessing he's gonna be pretty pissed off when he finds out you're a girl." Jason joked
"Yeah, well I'm guessing Victoria's gonna be pretty pissed when she finds out you're a girl." Lauren replied, her eyes looking over to find you, your front facing the bar, your back to Ralph as you drank your drink. She looked back at Ralph, noticing that his eyes were on you, eyebrows furrowed before he caught her gaze, smiling again. The rest of the night was a whirlwind, first there was trying to stall hoping Nick would show up, then Jason almost started up with how it was now a Trio, the Wu-tang clan, before Nick actually showed up and they played their asses off. You couldn't help but actually enjoy yourself, the alcohol in your system mixing with the good music made it easier as you danced with random men and women. But all nights had to come to an end, and so soon while you were gathering round with your friends and smiling, Victoria and Ralph appeared.
"Such a giddy-making delight of a night, all thanks to you gentlemen." She smiled, before looking at the boys.
"Now, who would like a dance with the birthday girl?" She asked, Horace started to raise his hand before Jason pushed it down.
"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled and left with her.
"And what about the birthday boy?" Ralph asked, and your eyes met Lauren's.
"Oh, I'm not-" Horace started but Ralph cut him off.
"Oh no, I was talking to that-,This one-, particular one of you." He gestured to Lauren before asking her directly.
"Would you?" She looked over at you once more, unsure of what to do, and noticed Ralph turn his head to look at you as well, seemingly following Lauren's gaze. You smiled, hoping it was a happy and reassuring smile, but the look on her face said that the disappointment showed through. But she still sighed, looked at Ralph and nodded.
"Yeah, go on then". You watched them head to the dance floor, Ralph looking especially excited while Lauren looked uneasy.
"Oi, you alright?" Horace asked, looking over at you.
"Me? On yeah I'm fine" you waved him off, going back to your drink.
"You sure, you look….sad"
"No I'm fine, just a bit tired is all" you lied, and from the look on his face, he didn't buy it.
"Right come on then" he stated, putting your drink down and grabbing your hand.
"Excuse you sir" you laughed.
"Nope, don't even try it, no friend of mine is going to be looking like the girl who didn't get asked to prom" he smiled, you knew his comment was supposed to cheer you up but he didn't have to hit home like that.
"Thank you?" You questioned as the two of you started dancing.
You couldn't help the glances over to Lauren and Ralph, glances you thought were sneaky…guess you thought wrong"
"You fancy him?"
"What?"
"You do" Horace smiled
"I don't know what you're talking about" you stated, slightly glaring at your friend.
"You find him proper fit yeah?"
"Horace please" you begged
"I'm not gonna tell, everyone has their types" he smiled.
"His is Lauren" you muttered, but he was close enough to catch it.
"So that's what's got you so down" he spoke, making you look at him.
"Don't let one fish ruin the sea for you"
"It isn't just one fish though" you sighed, jumping slightly when Lauren's voice was beside you.
"Why don't we switch partners, make the evening even more fun" she smiled an uneasy smile at you, Ralph behind her looking confused as she took your hands from Horace and replaced them with her own, both of them trying not to grimace at the weird action for them both.
"Oh..um.." you stood, mouth opening and closing as they danced away, you slowly turned and were met with those same eyes that made your entire world melt away just this morning.
"Shall we then?" He asked after a moment.
"Oh..yes…sure" you gave a shy smile, placing one hand on his shoulder and holding his other, your breath catching in your throat when his hand rested on your waist. The two of you slowly swayed to the music, your eyes darting between his gaze and anywhere else, afraid if you stared too long you may get lost in those brown puppy dog eyes. It really should have been illegal for someone to look this beautiful. But a distinct tapping sound brought you out of your thoughts and as you slowly identified the sound you couldn't help the giggle.
"Are you wearing tap shoes?"
"Yes, aren't they wizard!" He smiled excitedly, his eyes twinkling just as they had this morning. And you couldn't stop the smile that reached your lips at the sight.
"Very, if I knew tap shoes were allowed I would have brought some, they make dancing more fun" you laughed, causing him to smile even brighter at you.
"Oh do they, tonight has been the best birthday" he replied, and you nodded, because it really had been a good night.
"I'm glad you had fun Ralphie, happy birthday" you smiled, and watched as his face slowly morphed from excited to shocked, making your smile drop to a confused expression.
"Ralphie?" He questioned, causing your eyes to go wide as you quickly tried to come up with something, how could you do that? How could you slip up and give him a nickname the day you met him?! And not just any nickname, but one that sounds like it would be said by a lover! You wracked your brain for something, completely missing the blush that had spread on his cheeks from the nickname as he replayed it again and again in his head.
'Ralphie…Ralphie' he loved the sound of it, or maybe he loved the sound of you saying it with such affection, his mind playing him small movies, you sitting next to him, his head in your lap as he played his ukulele, you smiling down at him, playing with his hair as he sung…You curled up in his arms as he read you his favorite book, both of you comfortable under his sheets before you would drift off for the night…You atop him…your dress slowly sliding off your shoulder, your head thrown back and mouth open as you repeated that name…his na-
"I'm so sorry, I forgot that some people don't like nicknames, I tend to give them without thinking, I really am sorry" you settled on your excuse, watching as he blinked repeatedly, seemingly coming out of his thoughts.
"That's um" he cleared his throat.
"That's quite alright, you just caught me unaware, I'm not used to being called such…simply Ralph" he replied, finally meeting your eyes again, and you noticed his pupils were a little blown.
"Sorry, I'll just stick to Ralph" you tried to laugh it off but he quickly cut you off"
"I like Ralphie.
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A Little Push - Part 1
A Little Push
Fic Summary: Tired of watching you and Eddie dance around each other, Steve and Robin are determined to get you two together, even if it means slipping you some very special chocolates. (Part 2) (Part 3) Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost.
Fic Rating: 18+
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader
Warnings: Sex-Pollen-ish (so dubCon because of that), Aphrodisiac, Language, Filthy Smut, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Creampie
Fic Song: N.I.B by Black Sabbath
A/N: This fic is for a buddy of mine who had the original idea, so shout out to Ollie. For your years of support, I give you this fic. Also right now it’s just the one part but I kind of want to do a second one? We’ll see.
“Oh, god, I can’t watch this anymore,” Robin says, hiding her face behind her hands.
“Look, I know Olivia Newton-John is adorable and all but you gotta stop putting Xanadu on,” Steve says, in the process of checking in videos. “It’s not going to get any better the more you watch it.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Robin huffs.
“Oh, then what’s your problem now?”
Robin moves to stand behind Steve, grabbing his head and forcing him to look. Annoyed, he knocks her hands away. He doesn’t see anyone other than you and Eddie standing by one of the shelves. As far as he knows all you’re doing is looking for something to watch.
“It’s just Munson and his girl. Big deal.”
Robin sighs heavily. “That’s the point, Steve, she’s not his girl.”
“Yeah she is! They’re always together making goo-goo eyes at each other.”
“When the other isn’t looking!” Robin exclaims. “Which you would know if you actually paid attention.”
“Sorry I’m not more invested in Eddie Munson’s love life.”
Steve tries to go back to work but Robin’s focus isn’t ready to shift away from you and Eddie yet.
“It’s super cute when you think about it,” she says, hopping up on the counter to shamelessly watch from afar. “Best friends on the cusp of something more but both too shy to do anything about it.”
“You’ve given this way too much thought.”
“Dude, they come in every Saturday night and pick a movie together, usually a terrible horror movie or something, then they argue about snacks and he usually caves because he’s got it so bad.”
Steve raises his eyebrow at her. “Okay, seriously, Robin, is this what you do for all our customers? Make up cheesy romcom bullshit about them?”
“Watch for yourself if you think it’s all in my head!” Robin says, motioning to you and Eddie.
“You’re not going to leave this alone until I do, are you?”
“Have you met me?”
Yes, yes he has. Sighing heavily, Steve ignores what little work he has to lean back against the counter, watching the two of you from across the room. He sees nothing of what Robin sees. To him, you’re just two people trying to pick a movie.
He watches as you hold up two options and though he can’t hear what you say, he sees Eddie react with amusement. There’s some back and forth, and ultimately you put both back.
“Why do you have me watching them?” Steve asks.
“Just wait for it…”
Eddie motions to something on the bottom shelf and when you bend over to look, he takes half a step back to admire the view.
“Ohhhhh,” Steve says at the same time Robin goes, “And there it is.”
After that, Steve is invested. For the next five Saturdays in a row, he and Robin watch as you and Eddie go through the same process over and over again. It’s not just him checking you out Steve notices, he sees the way you easily laugh at Eddie’s jokes, reaching out to touch his arm when you do. Or the number of times Eddie almost puts his hand on your lower back to lead you away but changes his mind at the last second. And how he always goes with your choice, even if you guys have checked out the movie several times before.
It's become an interesting dance to witness. By the time the sixth Saturday rolls around, he’s at his wit’s end.
“Oh my god just kiss already!” he says in a harsh whisper, running both hands through his hair. “Robin, if something doesn’t happen soon I’m going to kill them both myself.”
“Maybe they need a little push,” Robin suggests, propping her head on her chin while she leans on the counter. “They seem nervous. Maybe they need a special brownie treat to get them to relax a little.”
“I mean, chocolate is an aphrodisiac, that could work.”
“Not any old chocolate, Steve. I’m talking a ‘very special’ chocolate treat.”
He catches on. “Gotcha, I see what you’re talking about.”
“I mean, I’m sure Eddie knows where to get some but I doubt they’re going to eat them on their own.”
“Leave it to me, I got this.”
For once, Steve knows how to handle this type of situation. So, the next Saturday when he comes into work with a small box under his arm, he’s incredibly proud of himself. He walks up to Robin and places it on the counter with a grin.
“What’s that?” Robin asks, going through the overnight bin.
“Special chocolate treats like we talked about.”
Robin’s eyes go wide and she grabs the box. “Are you insane?! You can’t just have these out in the open!”
“Hey, I paid good money for those! You’re squishing the box!”
“Steve, you can’t just wave pot brownies around like a crazy person.”
“Pot brownies? What the hell are you talking about?”
Robin looks confused. “That’s what I was talking about last week. Why, what did you think I was talking about?”
She opens the box to find delicious-looking milk chocolate truffles. “That’s…not what I thought you meant,” he says.
“What are these?”
“Special chocolates that are made to, you know, get you in the mood.”
Robin raises her eyebrow. “In the mood?”
“Don’t knock ‘em ‘til you try ‘em,” Steve says, taking the box from her and closing it. “Just one is all you need before you’re losing your pants in the back of your car.”
“Ew, remind me never to ride in your backseat again.”
Steve makes a face at her and then hears the door open. You and Eddie are on time, just like clockwork.
“Showtime,” he says. “I have an idea. Just follow my lead.”
---
“I am not watching The Slumber Party Massacre,” you tell Eddie as he holds the door open for you.
“Come on, sweetheart, it’s so bad that it’s good.”
“No, it’s so bad that it’s bad.”
“Fine, let’s go with the classics then. We can do Friday the 13th or The Shining.”
“You know The Shining gives me nightmares.”
“All horror movies give you nightmares. I don’t know why you insist on watching them.”
“Because I love them.”
Eddie huffs and shakes his head. The two of you have been having Saturday movie night for as long as you can remember. Back when you were in school, it started as a way to spend time together when his uncle and your mom were working nights at the plant. You’d take turns in his trailer then yours. Once you graduated, and Eddie was held back, it became an even more important tradition since you don’t see each other every day anymore.
It’s the highlight of your week.
Lately, however, there’s been this tension between you two. You’re not sure when the switch happened, but things that used to be playful or teasing are turning into something else. Lingering looks, intimate touches, hand-holding. You’ve always thought Eddie was super hot and he’s given his fair of compliments that let you know he feels the same about you.
You’ve caught him on more than one occasion staring at you during the movie instead of at the screen.
And yet, the fact that he hasn’t made a move makes you second guess yourself. After all, this is Eddie Munson we’re talking about. He’s never shied away from telling anyone exactly what he wants. Maybe it’s all in your head. Maybe you’re just projecting and seeing what you want to see. Right when you think about making a move, you usually chicken out, worried about ruining the friendship you treasure so much.
In the video store, you notice Robin and Steve look your way and wave at them. They are talking to each other in low voices but still wave back with twin smiles that are only slightly creepy.
Shrugging it off, you make straight for the new release section first. You know you probably won’t pick anything from there but you always like to look just in case.
Eddie has already wandered over to the horror section where he knows you’ll eventually end up.
“Hey there!”
You jump about a foot in the air when Robin suddenly appears at your side.
“Jesus Christ, Robin!” you exclaim, hand over your heart.
“Sorry! Sorry! I thought you heard me walk up!” she exclaims, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You seem jumpy.”
She’s not entirely wrong. You have been distracted lately.
For weeks now you’ve been trying to pluck up the courage to finally say something to Eddie about your feelings. You decided tonight is going to be that night, though you’re not sure when exactly. Who knew telling your best friend you have feelings for him would be so complicated?
“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you say.
Robin leans against the shelf, glancing over at Eddie. “Boyfriend troubles?” she asks, innocently. Almost too innocently.
“Oh, Eddie isn’t my—we’re not together like that.”
“So you’re single?”
“Yes,” you say suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”
“Steve is single.”
You’re not expecting that response and look over at the counter, where Steve Harrington is giving you a flirtatious smile. Your face immediately gets warm and you duck your head.
“I didn’t think I was Harrington’s type,” you say, shuffling through the movies but no longer focusing on the covers.
“Come on, you’re super cute, you’re smart, your taste in movies is top-notch,” Robin lists with a grin. “Any guy would be totally lucky to have you as a girlfriend.”
You can’t help but glance over at Eddie who is busy looking between two different movies. “You would think,” you say, more to yourself.
“Why don’t you go talk to Steve?” Robin suggests. “You never know, he may surprise you.”
You look over at Steve, whose smile hasn’t faltered and who is clearly checking you out. It’s flattering. But you have feelings for Eddie, it wouldn’t be right to flirt with someone else, especially when you don’t like him like that.
“That’s very sweet, but I’m kind of into someone,” you tell Robin.
“Ooo, who is it?” Robin asks.
“Not important.”
“Could it be the tall, nerdy metalhead you’re always hanging around?”
“Is it that obvious?”
Robin grins. “A little bit.”
You groan with frustration, staring up at the ceiling. See, even someone on the outside knows about your feelings before Eddie does. “I’m doomed.”
“Either way, you might want to let Steve know so he can stop crushing and focus on someone else.”
“I’m sure Steve Harrington will bounce back just fine.”
Robin shrugs. “Probably.” She wanders off to help another customer and you find yourself torn.
Eddie still isn’t paying the slightest bit of attention while Steve’s eyes haven’t left you since you walked in. Deciding to pull your big girl pants on, you head over to the counter. When you approach, Steve leans forward.
“Evening,” he says. “And just how many I help you?”
“You can start by putting your eyes back in your head, Harrington,” you tell him.
“I see my wing lady made first contact.”
“She did. And as flattering as it is, I’m sort of seeing someone…kind of.”
Steve raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound at all convincing.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Why, because Munson hasn’t manned up and asked you out yet?”
You groan again and bury your face in your hands. “My god does everyone know!”
Steve laughs, reaching out to put a hand on yours when you come out of hiding. “Everyone but Munson it seems.”
“Apparently.” Sighing heavily, you lean against the counter. “Any advice?”
“Well, my experience doesn’t exactly involve asking men out, but, if I were you, I’d just go for it,” he says. “Subtly is lost on us.”
“Clearly.” You notice a box sitting between you on the counter. “What are those?”
“A gift,” Steve says, sliding the box over. “Originally meant for you, but hey, share them with Munson. Maybe it’ll help.”
You are about to tell him you think it’ll take more than chocolate to get Eddie’s attention when you hear him right behind you.
“Found a movie, sweetheart,” he says, his voice having a bite to it that takes you by surprise. You stand up straight and suddenly his arm is around your shoulders even as he puts the tape on the counter.
It takes you by surprise. That and the fact that he picked a movie without you. “Oh, okay, cool. What did you get?”
“An American Werewolf in London,” he says, drawing you close. “I know you’ve been wanting to see it.”
That’s true. But usually, it takes forever for you two to decide what to watch. It’s kind of your thing. Cute back and forth banter before he ends up picking whatever you’re in the mood for.
The arm around the shoulders is also new and you’re not sure what to make of it. When you glance at Eddie, he’s giving Steve a hard look through narrowed eyes, practically crushing you to his side. Harrington isn’t bothered in the slightest.
“Great movie choice,” he says, scanning it into the computer. “Due back in a week, you know the drill. Whose account should I put it on?”
“Mine,” Eddie says before you can answer. “We’ll also take some popcorn.”
“Actually, Steve gave me these,” you say, opening the box of chocolates. “They look really—god damn it, Eddie!”
He grabs one and shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. After chewing for a bit he shrugs and goes, “Meh, they’re alright. We’ll still take the popcorn, she loves the buttery kind.” He puts the money on the counter, swallowing the truffle practically whole.
“I’m aware of what she likes,” Steve says, placing the stove-top popcorn down in front of you.
Okay, you don’t know what the hell is going on but you want to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Thanks, Steve,” you say, grabbing the movie and popcorn. “Come on, Eddie, let’s go home.”
Eddie grins at you, all but squeezing you against his side. “Sounds good to me, babe.”
Rolling your eyes at whatever the hell this bullshit is, you wave to Robin and Steve and let Eddie lead you out of the store. Along the way, he grabs another chocolate before rushing ahead to open the door for you.
You shake your head at his mock bow and follow him to his van.
---
“Wow, that was way too easy,” Robin says chuckling.
Steve grins. “Jealousy is a great motivator,” he says.
“Should we be worried he’s had two chocolates already?”
“Not our problem. Maybe he’ll nut up and finally make a move. What did you say to him?”
“Exactly what you told me to say.”
“Oh, this should be good.”
---
Eddie is losing his god damn mind.
For months he’s been trying to pluck up the nerve to ask you out on an actual date. A real one, not the typical movie night. You’ve been friends forever and he’s had feelings for you as long as he can remember. For the most part, he’s been good about keeping those feelings under wraps but the longer time goes on, the harder it’s been.
It makes your Saturday movie nights nearly unbearable. Having you that close, snuggled into his side in the dark, makes it incredibly difficult to focus on the movie.
He just wants to lean in and kiss the life out of you, to push you onto the couch and fucking rock your world.
But he also doesn’t want to ruin your friendship by making a pass at you.
When he saw Harrington giving you his best smile and touching your hand, something inside of him snapped. Eddie never really considered himself the jealous type. Then again, his brain never quite acts right around you. It didn’t help that Robin practically told him that if he didn’t make a move, someone else would.
It would be a cold day in hell when Eddie loses you to Steve fucking Harrington.
The chocolates are pretty good though.
Eddie opens the passenger van door for you, but you don’t climb in. Instead, you stand there and give him a look. “What?” he asks.
“What the hell was that about in there?”
“What was what?”
“Why were you being a dick to Steve?”
“Why was Harrington sweet talking you and giving you candy?”
“Why do you care?”
Ouch, that one stings. Eddie sighs and leans on the door. How is he going to get out of this one? He hates it when you’re mad at him. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, alright,” he eventually says.
“And how was he looking at me?”
“Like you were some kind of tasty treat he wants to take a bite of.”
“He was not!”
“He totally was! He was outright flirting with you.”
“And again I ask why do you care?”
Eddie is fuming. He should just tell you. You’re standing there, staring at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. But he can’t get the words out. It’s like they’re stuck in his throat.
Say something! Tell her!
He opens his mouth but you just sigh and climb into the van. “Let’s just go. I don’t want to fight with you,” you say.
With a defeated sigh, Eddie slams the door shut and walks to the driver’s side, kicking himself the whole way.
Fuck. Fucking fuck.
The drive to his trailer is done in silence. He can tell you’re mad at him. It seems a bit extreme for something so small but it doesn’t matter. In his head, he tries to think of something to say to smooth things over. But nothing he comes up with seems good enough so he opts for silence. Glancing over, he watches you take a chocolate from the box and slowly eat it, and his mind suddenly goes blank.
He can’t help but stare at the way you wrap your lips around the truffle, sucking on the chocolate until it starts to melt, conjuring a slew of dirty thoughts and images of you sucking on something else.
Eddie shakes his head and refocuses on the road. Which is incredibly difficult to do right now for some reason.
By the time you slide the rest of the truffle into your mouth, his dick is hard as a rock. Jesus H. Christ. He can’t even keep his dirty mind on track for two seconds. It’s going to be a long night.
A few minutes later Eddie pulls up outside his trailer and he realizes he has a major problem. How the hell is he going to hide his obvious boner from you? In the van, it’s fine because it’s dark and you’re not even looking at him. But you’ll definitely see once he gets out to go inside.
He’s spared from deciding when you silently get out of the van and head into the trailer without even looking at him.
Right. You’re still mad.
Eddie is fully prepared to apologize but fuck how the hell is he going to get rid of his wood fast enough to do it? It’s distracting as shit and not exactly the type of apology he thinks you’ll appreciate. He adjusts himself as best he can before getting out of the van and following you.
Inside, you’ve put the snacks on the counter and are standing by the VCR. Eddie shrugs out of his leather jacket, using it to hide his bulge as he makes a beeline for the bathroom. He has to brush past you when he does and it’s fucking torture feeling your body heat for even a second.
He has to bite his tongue to keep from making a very embarrassing whimpering sound. In the process, he accidentally bumps into you but is too wound up to speak.
“You okay?” you ask. You look his way just as he turns his back to you.
“Yup just need a second.”
Eddie rushed to the bathroom and locks himself in. Leaning on the sink, he stares at his reflection, noticing the obvious flush on his cheeks. What the fuck is going on with him? It’s like he can’t fucking control his body. Eddie’s a horny guy, but fuck. This is ridiculous.
He palms himself through his jeans, nearly moaning at the oversensitivity. Shutting his eyes, he tries to think of something, anything to make it go away but nothing works. The next thing he knows, he’s undoing his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor as he grabs his dick. Thoughts of you come to mind as he jerks himself off with quick, impatient strokes.
Fuck he wishes you were in here with him, on your knees and begging to suck him off. Or maybe he’d lift you onto the sink and fuck your brains out, staring at the reflection of the two of you in the small mirror.
In minutes he’s cuming right there on the floor, biting his lip hard to keep from saying your name out loud.
Spent, he leans back on the wall, panting, wondering what the fuck is happening to him. There’s still the taste of chocolate on his tongue and it’s enough to get him thinking.
Harrington wouldn’t have…
Those chocolates weren’t…
Eddie suddenly has the mental image of you eating one and his question is answered when his dick starts to already swell again.
Shit. Shit.
---
Eddie practically shoves you on his way to the bathroom.
Rude.
What the hell is going on with him?
First, he acts like a jealous asshat and now he’s not even talking to you? You’re so done with his bullshit. Sighing heavily, you pop the tape in the VCR and hit pause, waiting for Eddie to come out so you can start the movie.
In the meantime, you decide to have another chocolate or two while you wait. They’re actually really good, you wonder where Steve got them.
Sitting on the couch, you start to turn the box over, looking for the store name or something to tell you where he got them. You find a logo on the bottom right corner: VIP.
VIP? What the hell is VIP? The place sounds familiar but you can’t place it.
Oh well, you have other things to worry about. You were going to tell Eddie your feelings but if he’s being a douche maybe you’ll wait until he’s in a better mood. You still don’t know how you’re going to do it.
Hey, Eddie, so I think I might like you like you? Ugh, too fucking childish.
Hey, Eds, maybe we can do dinner or something tomorrow? No, too subtle.
Hey, Munson, drop your pants and get the fuck over here!
You’re about halfway through your third chocolate when that thought crops up and it’s enough to make you stop and think. Your face feels warm and the trailer is suddenly a thousand degrees. The mental image of Eddie taking off his pants gets you way more worked up than you thought it would. It’s enough for you to get up and open the window, hoping the cool breeze will help.
It doesn’t.
Now all you can picture is Eddie drilling you on the couch, or you kneeling between his legs and sucking him off while the movie plays, forgotten, in the background.
Why are you so horny and restless all of a sudden? Yeah, you want him but damn. You’re standing there fanning yourself when you hear the bathroom door open. Eddie steps out and when your eyes meet, it’s like you’re hit with a freight train of emotion.
He looks so fucking good.
You’re not sure why but his cheeks are red and those gorgeous dark eyes of his look almost black. Your cunt throbs with want and you have to squeeze your thighs together to try to stop it. It doesn’t help
“Sweetheart, I think we have a problem.”
Shit. His voice is so fucking low right now and the way he’s standing, you can tell his body is tight with tension. Speaking of tightness, those skinny jeans of his aren’t leaving anything to the imagination and you can see the very clear outline of his package. Fuck is he hard? He is. He’s fucking hard.
Wait. Wait. This is…what is this?
Yeah, you’re attracted to him but this is like those feelings have been amplified by a thousand and, if you’re not mistaken, Eddie is acting the same way.
“Eddie, what’s…” You have to lick your lips because they’ve suddenly gone dry. Eddie follows the movement and his hand curls into a fist like he’s trying to hold himself back.
“I think we’ve been duped,” he says.
Fuck his voice is all gravely and sexy. And he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you whole. And honestly, right now you would totally let him.
“What do you mean?” you ask. Shit, you’re already breathless.
Your cunt throbs again, your body begging you to go to Eddie, to throw yourself at him and let him do whatever he wants to you.
“I mean…” He takes a step in your direction, fierce gaze never leaving yours. “I think those chocolates aren’t normal chocolates.”
“What are they?”
You’re moving towards him now too, closing what little distance between you.
“If I had to guess,” he says. You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Sex chocolates.”
“Sex chocolates? What does that even mean?”
“There’s a porn shop close to here that sells them. It’s called VIP. Very Intimate Pleasures,” Eddie explains. “Their chocolates are an aphrodisiac.”
VIP. Shit. That’s where you know the name. “Which means…?”
You two are right in front of each other now. You can feel the heat radiating off Eddie’s body in waves and his scent almost has you on your knees.
“Which means we are fucking hot for each other and I swear if I don’t get my hands on you soon I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” Eddie says.
“So what do we do?”
“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”
You kiss him.
Throwing your arms around his neck, you press your body against his, unable to control yourself. Eddie’s hands grab your waist, crushing you to his chest as his mouth hungrily meets yours.
Fuck he’s kissing you. Actually kissing you. Not only that, you can feel the hardness of his dick and you almost cum from it alone. Eddie is suddenly moving, dragging you down the hall towards his room as your tongues ferociously battle.
No thoughts exist. Only Eddie exists.
Stumbling, you yank on his clothes, cursing whoever invented clothing in the first place. Your back hits his dresser and Eddie kicks the door closed behind him, his hands running up and down your sides.
You tug on his belt loop, about two seconds away from reaching for the buckle when his hands come up to your shoulders and he all by pushes himself away from you.
“Whoa, okay, we need to try…” He breaks off in a moan as you yank on his Hellfire shirt, exposing his neck so you can kiss and suck it hungrily. “Fuck, babe, wait…we shouldn’t do anything we’re going to regret.”
That breaks through your fuzzy mind and you pull back. “Would you regret having sex with me?”
Eddie groans with longing, taking your face in his hands. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted you for years,” he admits. “I’ve been trying for weeks to ask you out. But if this is going to happen between us, I don’t want it to be just because we ate some sexy candy.”
“I’ve been trying to ask you out too,” you confess. His eyes are wide and you press your forehead to his, trying to hold back from kissing him so you can finally get the words out. “I fucking love you, Eddie.”
“Really?”
You nod eagerly. “Yes, really, now please fucking touch me before I explode.”
Eddie kisses you harshly, your back hitting the dresser again in his over-eagerness. You don’t care. You undo the button of his jeans, reaching in to wrap your hand around his dick.
Fuck he’s hard. Just touching it sends a thrill down your spine. You haven’t seen him naked before, and have no idea what his dick looks like but judging by what you feel, he’s gonna be a stretch and your knees buckle at the thought.
Eddie suddenly breaks the kiss, yanking the top of your jeans down your hips as he does. He drags them down and gets them off one ankle before deciding that’s good enough.
You grab his shoulders and yank him back up. You need to kiss him, need to feel those plush lips on yours or you swear you’ll die.
There’s no foreplay. No slow build or anticipation. One minute you’re kissing Eddie, shoving his jeans down, and the next his dick is pushing into you, slowly spreading you open.
Fucking he is thick. Thick and perfectly long but you’re so fucking wet he slides in with barely a problem like you’re fucking made for him. By the time he’s bottomed out, you’re squirming and begging for more.
“Fuck, sweetheart you’re so fucking tight and wet,” he groans, forehead touching yours as you share the same air. “God I can’t believe I finally get to fuck you.”
“Fucking do it then.”
He’s not gentle which is good because you don’t want him to be. Eddie fucks you on the dresser, making it hit the wall with a loud bang, bang, bang.
You can see him look past you and when you crane your neck, you’re met with the reflection of you is his mirror. God you both look absolutely feral. It’s so fucking hot.
“Like watching yourself take it?” Eddie pants in your ear, nuzzling your temple as he fucks the life out of you. “I’m gonna put a mirror above the bed so you can watch me fuck you all the time. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
You groan and nod, too worked up to speak anymore. You throw one arm around his neck to help you cling to him, your mouths hungrily seeking each other. It’s like those chocolates stripped away your inhibitions, leaving nothing but raw animalistic lust.
Eddie grabs your ass with both hands, those long fingers of his digging into your flesh as he fucks himself in and out of you.
Your eyes have fallen closed and you’re whimpering and panting, trying to catch your breath as Eddie kisses it away.
“Fuck, want you so fucking bad,” he swears against your lips. “You’re fucking mine from now on.”
He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth while he fucks himself into you over and over…
You’re cuming before you even realize what’s happening. Your vision goes white and your body locks around him, clamping down on that thick dick when you do. He swears loudly and keeps going, keeps fucking you even when you go limp in his arms.
“Shit, babe, I’m gonna cum. Shit, you’re going to make me cum again.”
“Again?” you whimper.
“Jerked off in the bathroom.” He’s kissing you with too much tongue and you’re loving every second of it. “Couldn’t help thinking about cuming on that pretty face of yours.”
“What about inside me?”
Eddie lets out a strangled moan. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes. Fucking hell, yes, Eddie. Cum inside me.”
He gives one or two more brutal thrusts and then he’s losing it, filling you up with his hot cum. You clench around him, tugging on fistfuls of his hair as you drag him into one more kiss. On the third thrust, he stays buried in you for a moment, seemingly savoring your tight heat. There are a few more weak thrusts and then he’s still, chest heaving as he pants against your lips.
Eddie draws away, leaving a trail of cum as he falls back onto his bed. Propped up on his elbows, he stares at you, sitting on his dresser with your legs spread wide, his mess coating your still throbbing cunt and thighs. Seeing him breathless and sweaty like that is too much to handle. You already need more.
Your eyes widen when you realize he’s still hard. “Fuck,” you say, trying to catch your breath.
“How many chocolates did you eat?” he asks, panting.
“Three.”
He grins, reaching down to grab his glistening dick. Shit, that’s your arousal he’s coated with. You’re the reason he looks so fucked out and ready for more.
“I think we’re going to be here a while, sweetheart,” he says.
You slide off the dresser and yank your t-shirt off, revealing your braless tits for him to finally see. Straddling his lap, you knock his hand out of the way, dropping down onto his dick without even a second of hesitation. With one hand on his chest, you push him into his back with a groan.
“Good because I’m not fucking done with you yet, Munson.”
“Fucking use me, sweetheart. I’m fucking yours.”
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you#joe quinn#joseph quinn
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Hi!
Since requests are open, I thought I'd give it a try! So far, I've only saw 1-2 fics with the similar concept. Can I request headcanons for Striker x Male Angel Reader? I thought it'd be interesting since know we know how angels look like (Canonically: Adam and there are two concept art pictures of two angel sisters: Emily and Sera).
(A/N) Okay so! I’m not sure if Emily and Sera are canon. Because when I looked for them it was “Hazbin Hotel: Journey to the Light” which I think was a very popular fan fiction? I’m not sure though. Regardless, I got you covered though!
I used some personal headcanons, to make it easier / flow more smoothly. It also worked as a ‘angel who’s pretty much a runt and got kicked out’
Striker X Male Angel!S/O
Like most demons, during the aftermath of an exorcist. Striker was in the pride on grabs for leftover angelic weaponry.
It’s not that he liked the spears that they used, oh no no, he was a gunman through and through.
It’s simply that the metals from these leftover weapons can create other holy weapons. Such as his guns, for his job it was crucial to have these. As demonic royalty (and overlords) cannot die (or die again) without certain holy weaponry.
But what he was not expecting to find was an angel that was left behind, you were attempting and failing to conjure a portal back.
It was depressing watching you fail back and forth, but unfortunately Striker wasn’t here to pity.
He wanted your weapon plus- you were distracted so perfect opportunity.
Quietly sneaking up behind you and slipping your weapon with something else he ran.
You didn’t even notice as you were so annoyed, pissed that you couldn’t go back.
It was only until you looked around and noticed the weight in your hand was gone, you let out a sigh.
You usually were supposed to drop these weapons anyway, but you brought your own.
Your own weapon you spent too much time investing in, so you had to go and get it regardless.
The only thing you saw of him was a cowboy silhouette and the only thing that came to mind was Wrath, you’ve heard that those who live there are much more akin to southern people on Earth.
You tracked him down, all the way back to his lair to find him dissembling your weapon, pissed you were at the discovery.
He was surprised you followed him, found it amusing an angel being so caught up on a demon went this far. But he used this as a chance to see how good angels really were at fighting.
He was proved right, you were good at what you did. But he was a bit surprised, you didn’t seem like too much of an elite angel. You were on his level but that’s it.
He was intrigued, so he teased you and stopping trying with you practically becoming a casual
Even flirting with you saying things like-
“What’s a handsome thang’ like ya’ self doin’ all this far out in hell?” His tail swished with interest, with an amused grin.
“Heh, I thought y’all were supposed to fuckin’ hate hell-“
It was clear he wasn’t taking you all that seriously, he figured you were left behind.
You were trying not to respond till you got some upper hand- yet to no avail.
He pissed you off.
He noticed and kept fucking around with you, belittling you in comments jokingly.
At one point you even laughed at them, not even taking them offensively.
You started to flirt back in a way that was demeaning in the eyes of your angelic peers from above.
During this fight your feathers fell off, not from the pressure but the fact you were flirting with a demon, maybe the older angels would claim it’s because you both are men.
But for some reason, you did not care. You already got left behind by your fellow angels so- what was the point anymore?
You two started hitting it off, a withering angel on the way to being fallen and a rattlesnake-imp of a cowboy.
He took you out instead of fighting with you, he flirted with you while taking the two of you to a bar.
“So’ why’d ya’ get kicked out?” he said while drinking a shot of whiskey.
You denied being kicked out, as your feathers fell.
He shrugged it off, what was clear to him clearly wasn’t to you.
Until you noticed your wings dropped, your back light and nothing was able to lift you off your feet anymore.
You clutched your shoudler as you turned to see your now gone wings.
Striker had a smirk on his face
“See? Ya’ got left alone suga’” he kept drinking and looked at you with a smirk.
A look of shock was on your face till realization hit, yeah you fully got left behind purposefully. And fully alone- besides the half-imp besides you of course.
Striker on the other hand, used this to his advantage he was able pry out the information on where Angels dropped their weapons in hell from you.
And other, miscellaneous things that would help him out
He did start to like you, eventually, he smiled around you. He got you to assist him on his jobs, furthering your downfall to hell.
#striker#striker helluva boss#striker x reader#striker x reader helluva boss#helluva boss#helluva boss striker#striker / reader#striker and reader#striker x y/n#striker x oc
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Yuta's Collab
Summary : You met Yuta at a musical social event. And and between the two of you a beautiful alchemy is born
Warning : Y/N and Yuta discover each others, beginning of a relationship, SMUT at some point.
Words : 5000
You accidentally entered the men's room and came face to face with him. He looked at you surprised but amused by the situation.
"I didn't know they had a gender-neutral restroom here. I'm pleasantly surprised" he looks you up and down, it really is a pleasant surprise for him.
"Sometimes you have to push the progress yourself." You wonder where you got the confidence to say that, since you're usually the stressed-out, self-conscious type.
He raises an eyebrow and laughs at your answer. "If everyone thought the same way, things would move faster. I'm Yuta, I identify myself as a man, wait...no man suits me fine" he holds out his hand, with polished finger. You hold out yours in return and introduce yourself: "by the way, nails, plus the rings, I love it, what a classy man.”
He smiles proudly, "it takes all the right things to look your best in society, doesn't it? As for me, I love your piercing", he heads for the bathroom door and turns back to you, "maybe we can continue our conversation in a place with more champagne than soap?” A woman like you deserves to be wooed somewhere a little classier.
Is this guy for real, is this smile for you? Whatever, you’re on it.
He grabs two glasses of champagne from the bar and gives you one "so tell me what do you do for a living that made our paths cross at this party".
"You mean apart from campaigning for non-binary toilets around the world? I'm a production assistant in the company that organizes this event, my job is to make sure everything is ok when you artists start to release an album."
"You artists? So you know who I am? Or did you deduce I was an artist because of my vibes haha?"
"Maybe a bit of both" you wink at him "ok maybe I know you're a Japanese rockstar who got lost in a Korean band."
"god damn, no one has ever summed up my life so well, a fan of those Korean boy bands?" he pricks your heart.
"I might have already listened to some of your music, just to find out, after all our two labels are going to sign a partnership. We're about to become your first distributors in Europe, I take my job very seriously you know".
"I can see that, I'll be sure to underline the investment of our collaborators at SM during our next meeting" you both laugh and continue your conversations on the terrace.
He lights a cigarette and asks you "so what's your final destination, I mean your goal, your ambitions, I'm curious."
"hmm probably to open my own agency but to produce only young emerging talent, whose music is a bit offbeat. I'm not looking for big talents who will become the next Rihanna or Ed Sheeran. I'd like to collaborate with people whose music is more psychedelic. I can see how that might be lazy, but I prefer things that are more human, on a smaller scale."
"I've got a buddy for you if you go for it haha, one of my collaborators is totally into that sort of thing. If you know us, you must surely see who Taeyong is, our leader?"
"Yes, that's right, I think he's already gone solo. How about you? Would you like to go your own way?
"Obviously, I'm just waiting for the right moment.
"And is the right moment coming soon?"
"Production assistant ? Wouldn't you rather be a journalist?" he shoves you gently, laughing.
"I take you three floors below this party, to the studios, and in exchange you give me a preview of what we should be getting soon" you give him a look of defiance.
What's certain about Yuta is that he's never been the kind of guy to wait quietly for the party to end and go home, and a challenge is something that stimulates him, especially when it's thrown down by an attractive woman.
"deal beauty”
You catch two champagne glasses on the way and sneak with him to the elevator on which you swipe your badge, the studio floor is only accessible to company members.
"Ready to give it all Nakamoto?"
"Never been this ready"
You drag him into one of the first studios. "Okay, I'll throw you a beat and you show me what you've got in mind".
"Just try not to fall in love when you hear my voice" he teases you before walking through the studio door.
You throw in a Chase Atlantique-style beat and let Yuta get started. To your surprise, he follows up as if he'd had something prepared for weeks. As if he'd been working on this session for a while. You know a real artist when you hear one, you think, stunned by his set.
The beat ends and you look at him, still fascinated. You didn't know this guy could sing so well, but what was he doing in a band? Why didn't he launch a solo career and let his talent shine? And above all, how could anyone be so handsome as well as so talented.
He looks at you, a devastating smile on his lips, and exits the recording booth. "I think I handled the challenge pretty well considering your reaction." You blush a little at his words and feel like a first-year intern meeting an artist for the first time. "I'm speechless, I must admit. When's your solo album again?" you ask ironically.
"It all depends on whether I find the right people to work on it with, do you know any?"
he's looking at you intently now, you can hear the invitation he's extending, you just don't know if it's still music he’s talking about...
Anyway, you're at work and you'd never dare cross those boundaries.
You shake your head to clear it of any sexual ideas.
"Is this a collab proposal? because it looks like the next few days, shall I say weeks, have just suddenly become available in my schedule."
You both burst out laughing, and he moves closer to you, holding out his hand again to shake, as if to conclude a deal.
"Deal" he says to you, you hold out your hand to do things the conventional way. He grabs it and pulls you closer, you find yourself pressed against him. He leans his face over yours and almost whispers in your ear, "I'm really looking forward to collaborating with you and showing you everything I'm capable of." His breath is warm and he smells an intoxicating mixture of champagne and light menthol he took after his cigarette. You feel a wave of shivers run through your body and you almost feel as if your legs are going to give out. This guy really does have a strange intimidating power over you. His attitude charms you; it's not that of a predator, but rather of a passionate man showing his interest. You hold his gaze as best you can to avoid showing any sign of weakness that would discredit you. A sparkle passes through his eyes when he sees your iron will.
You search deep inside yourself and manage to retort with a slight waver in your voice, "so I'm waiting for you Yuta, I won't tolerate any disappointment."
You wake up next morning wondering if it was all a dream, but you know it wasn't when you hear your cell phone vibrate. Your boss is on the starting block. Last night, after leaving the studio and going back up to reception, you and Yuta had talked to your respective managers about a potential project. To which both men responded positively. The idea is a good one, and quite feasible. On the other hand, Yuta's stay wasn't supposed to last more than a few days, so we had to get things up and running quickly and complete the project quickly. The studio appointment was for 9am this morning and you were to discuss creation. You'd spent the rest of the night talking with Yuta on the terrace. You'd even seen the dawn breaking, which is what made you decide to leave each other, with much regret.
Yuta arrives with coffee for everyone except you, he gets you a lemon tea, which you told him the day before you loved. A gesture you really appreciate, and you thank him sincerely, turning his cheek and tapping it with his forefinger to invite you to give him a kiss. You won't let his action go unrewarded and give him a peck. He smiles and winks at you to let you know you're getting "special" treatment. Are you really starting to fall for this guy? It seems so. But business is business and you go into concentration mode, it's time to work.
The day you thought you'd love, which is partly the case, quickly becomes an ordeal. Every gesture, every smile, every damn sound, every look from Yuta sends you to another planet. This guy is going to lose you your job, you're hanging on his every word and you're off to other galaxies as soon as he opens his mouth. The end of your session approaches, night falls and everyone present gradually leaves the studio, leaving you alone at last. You realize it may be time for a breath of fresh air and grab your things.
"Verdict on this first day?"
You put on your jacket and reply, "I don't think I've ever worked with someone so prepared. Is it an Asian thing or just you haha?"
He opens the studio door for you to get out and replies, "I had all these models ready for a while, so that made the work easier. As I said, I'd already thought about this solo before. And yes, in Korea people like things to be fluid when you go into the studio."
You shake your head, impressed by this man, his work, his talent, his charisma, his presence. "You really have to live it to understand it."
He smiles at you, questioning, "What's that?"
You slump against the wall of the elevator, exhausted by the day. "My supervisor once told me that to discover a good artist when you meet one, someone with a flame, you have to live it to understand it. I've worked with some great artists since I've been here, but I already knew them and listened to them before collaborating with them. For me, you're a total discovery, and I think I understand what he taught me that day. What a slap !”
"Ah stop I'll end up blushing" Yuta smiles through his teeth, slightly embarrassed but proud of the words you've just said to him.
"I mean it Yuta, you're a fucking star, I really see this collaboration as a privilege. You're incredible, plus being able to watch you all day, my god what a treat." You realize you've totally forgotten yourself on that last sentence and widen your eyes. You stammer as you try to catch yourself, but you know it's already too late. Your words are already out and you have to accept it. You put your head in your hands as if to hide your shame. "Okay I've just made a fool of myself so please don't talk to me again and ignore me until tomorrow I'm running away when the doors open." the elevator ding rings, you run off at a run and you hear him calling you with an adorable laugh.
Yuta: it's a pity you ran away, I'd have liked to take you out to dinner to thank you for your work. But if you show up again tomorrow, maybe we can plan it for tomorrow night?
You bite your lip and feel all the more stupid for running off so quickly. This guy makes you feel like a teenage girl in front of her high school crush. You slap your forehead and curse yourself for your reaction.
You decide to ignore the message and try to make up for it tomorrow.
You arrive at the studio slightly late, to make sure you're not alone with him. Everyone's already there, as you'd expected, and Yuta looks at you amused, seeing how you're avoiding any contact with him. You're definitely a funny girl. You avoid looking at him or talking to him all morning and finally Yuta asks to interrupt the session at midday for today. He asks to enjoy the city this afternoon, which nobody objects to. You get dressed quickly and get out before everyone else to avoid any awkward moments, so you take the stairs. In your haste, you haven't noticed that Yuta has followed you. He catches the door behind you, grabs your wrist and turns you over, pinning you against the wall. Why is he doing this? Part of you feels really excited by this action.
"Yesterday you didn't give me time to answer you", he puts a hand on your hip and plunges his big dark eyes into yours, "I must say, I've never enjoyed going into the studio so much. Being able to spend my days looking at you and imagining all the things we could do if the others weren't there. That's what I like best about working with you.”
You didn't expect so much, but that's all it takes for you to jump down his throat. You think back to the fact that you've never used your vibrator as much as you have in the last 48 hours, since this guy came into your life. Your fantasy becomes reality: you're making out with Nakamoto Yuta on the stairs of your agency. He stops suddenly and puts his finger to his mouth to tell you to be quiet. He hears the last people leaving the floor by elevator. And lifts you up in one swift movement to carry you in his arms.
"I'm flattered by such ardor, but I think a slight punishment is in order for the attitude I received yesterday and for no response to my message" his voice has become deeper and intimidating, bossy.
He sets you down on the studio chair and takes off your jacket. You look at him like a scared deer. God, you're so sexy with that innocent look, especially when he knows you're far from it. He senses your wild, depraved side. You're a sweet girl who can be the best slut if pushed. He'll know how to push you. He takes off your top and undoes his belt, "stretch your arms back." You obey and moan as he tightens the leather around your wrists. He moves back to the front and licks your bottom lip, the warmth of his breath driving you crazy. "Doesn't that hurt?" you shake your head to say you're ok. He finally kisses your mouth, then your jaw and finally your neck. "You realize this is my workplace" he raises his head as if annoyed by your phrase "it could have been my bed or yours, but for that you'd have to answer me of course. And please call me master for the rest of this time".
You close your eyes, the mere sound of his voice in your ears driving you crazy, but the end of that sentence sends a wave of shivers through your body. You clench around nothing. He watches your thighs close in search of friction. He smiles and moves down from your neck to your chest, pulling down your bra and gently licking your nipple, nibbling it and moving on to the next, massaging and licking it relentlessly, you try to remain discreet for fear of being overheard by someone in the corridor. A little moan comes from between your teeth as you feel his teeth against your nipple again. He continues his descent down your belly, following the trace of your navel. He unbuttons your jeans and discovers a tattoo on your hip. He looks at you astonished, "I never thought I'd discover so many treasures hidden here, you're full of surprises." You feel like a pampered goddess. He yanks off your jeans and caresses the edges of your panties, "may I?" You lean your head back, "please master". "hmm my good girl really understood quicly" he buries his head between your thighs and covers them with burning kisses.
He grabs the top of your panties and pulls to create pressure on your clitoris. He licks your heart through the textile. You moan, needing more, wanting more. You've never felt such need, such desire for someone. He runs a finger over you to gently caress your folds, you feel you could explode. Then he suddenly stands up and kisses you. He in turn removes his top and jeans, without taking his eyes off you. You watch him, biting your lip, as you finally see his spear appear. He moves closer to you and puts his hand around your throat, "Do you want me?" "More than anything, Master" you answer in the most confident tone of your life. He grasps a part of your shadow, a darkness you could only show in the most secret, intimate setting. "Prove it to me" you don't lose contact with his gaze and you grasp his cock with your mouth with your arms still attached. You'd never been so nimble with just your mouth. But your desire was too strong. Your lips meet his glans and you see him close his eyes in pleasure. He feels himself going to heaven, how can you be so good just with your mouth. You deepen your thrust and achieve a deep throat that wrings a grunt of pleasure from him. You're still watching him, your eyes filling with tears from the lack of air and the sensation of his glans touching the back of your throat. But you don't let go you wait after him, a sign, you can push your limits for him. "You can release, thank you sweetie" you gently pull up his long cock and finish with a kiss on his tip. "Anything you say master." He tilts his head to the side "how can you be so perfect, I think you're going to drive me completely insane." you smile proudly at his words. He's got you in the palm of his hand, but the feeling seems to be mutual and fills you with satisfaction.
He lifts you up and slips his fingers between your legs, "my turn to satisfy you, I think."
You close your eyes and let him begin his dance. He gently caresses your inner thighs and slowly works his way up to your intimacy. He brushes against it and plays his fingertips over your folds, as if you were a piano keyboard whose keys must be touched with care. You moan with pleasure, this moment seems endless and the most exciting of your life. You don't think at all about the fact that you're naked in your workplace, tied up by a collaborating artist who's also naked, trying to get you into paradise. What a scandal if someone were to open that door right behind you. Whatever the moment, it was worth all the punishment it might bring.
Yuta never exerts any pressure; all you feel is a light caress, like a breeze on her intimacy, your clitoris particularly stimulated. You've never been caressed like this, either by a sexual partner or by yourself. It's an astonishing discovery; you didn't think that delicate friction could be more exciting than pressure or vibration. His ring finger passes over your now-soaked clitoris one last time. Then, with his two fingers, he pinches your labia, creating a friction. He watches you moan with pleasure and lose yourself in the hollow of his neck. He grabs the tip of your chin with his free hand and looks into your eyes, searching for your climax. His gaze finishes you off, you feel the pleasure rise and rise inside you. He glances down and sees your thighs trembling, he knows "go on beauty, I can't wait to feel you dripping onto my fingers." That's all you needed, the wave of pleasure you've been waiting for all day finally sweeps through your body and lasts surprisingly longer than usual, lingering, exploding your heartbeat and leaving you breathless and powerless. Your legs wobble, Yuta catches you and lifts you into his arms.
"To much for you babygirl?". He unbuckles his belt to free your arms. Your head rests on his shoulder, you're already exhausted, this man is literally sucking the life out of you, and my god, it's delicious. You need a moment to catch your breath and your spirits, during which time Yuta holds you in his arms in a rather comforting way.
You finally lift your head and feel more determined than ever to exhaust your body with this man. He sees that animal gleam in your eyes, he knows what it means, you two aren't done yet.
"Okay young lady, but if we're going for it I'm not here for a joke, okay with you?"
"Same here, that's a deal."
You seem so full of confidence and self control, this attitude works like an aphrodisiac on him.
You sit up astride him "I'm ready to ride my bull, master".
He plunges his eyes into yours and feels your ass before giving it a firm, dry spank. You let out a little cry of surprise, he starts again after another caress. "Be careful my angel, I'm in a turbulent mood." You slide up and down his member. And finally after titillating your entrance, he inserts his tip into your hole. He stays there for a while, holding your hips up with no hands. He puts you to the test, you can't hold on any longer and sink completely onto him. He gives you a scolding look, as if to say you should have let him. He pushes into you a few times in a gentle way and then withdraws. He carries you to your feet, and you look up at him, questioning and desperate. He grabs your hair and turns you over. "I told you I was feeling rambunctious you should have let me."
He pulls on your hair to arch you, your ass is now well exposed in front of his cock, he approaches your ear and whispers "safeword is butterfly, never hesitate to use it baby girl." You're really in a cheeky mood and reply in a provocative tone, "make me, push my bounds Nakamoto." He sneers and straightens up, still holding your hair in a firm grip. He grabs his belt lying on his side and caresses each of your buttocks with the leather. He raises his hand and lightly whips you a first time, you grit your teeth at the sensation, a pleasant pain. "I'm going to increase the force a little each time, I'll stop when you let me hear a moan of pleasure." You loosen your teeth to give him a "yes master". He starts caressing your ass again with the tip of his leather and whips you again, you love the sensation but the intensity isn't strong enough for you yet. You arch your back a little more, as if to ask for more. He smiles, you're about to become his favorite distraction. He repeats his gesture 5 times and then you finally let out a cry of pleasure. He's found it, the perfect intensity, the one that pinches but sends a wave of pleasure through you. He releases your hair and leans down to kiss each of your now red buttocks. "Good girl. Now let me enter again." He hasn't even finished his sentence when you feel him at the entrance to your pussy and he pushes in with a sharp thrust. "You seemed to be in a hurry earlier, I wouldn't keep you waiting any longer," each of his loins thrusts sends you into nirvana. He pushes faster and faster, harder and harder. And you feel your brain liquefy, he's taken total control over you, your body and above all your pleasure. You feel like a doll in his hands, he could make you do anything. Isn't that a bit the case already?
Each thrust of his hips gives you the feeling that he's going deeper and deeper inside you. This moment seems timeless. You've lost all track anyway. He stops to turn you over. You're not sure yourself, but you nod in agreement. "Good, I want to see you when you chase your next orgasm." he sits back in the chair you were in before and taps his thighs. "Come on, show me how you can bounce this hot booty on me.”
You don't know how you'll manage to stand on him with your legs barely supporting you, but you're dying to. You reach over and straddle him, put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. He responds with equal enthusiasm. You align yourself with him and feel him enter again. He fits you so well, as if you'd been a jewel box made for him. You hop up and down on him, causing your chest to bounce, Yuta can't take his eyes off it. "Your the sexiest collaborator I've ever had." You smile at his words, him telling you he thinks you're sexy makes you want to pick up the pace. And you do, you almost twerk on his lap, he'd dream of having a mirror on the opposite wall to see your ass bouncing with every move. You see in his eyes that there's a lot going on in his head and you'd like to know what he's thinking, what fantasies he's indulging in, what he'd dream of doing to you. You slow down, exhausted, your body starting to fail. He grabs your ass in his firm, veiny hands. "Don't worry love, I handle it" he winks at you. "You've been so good, you deserve some rest."
What you take away from this moment when you've completely lost your mind is that you've never been fucked so hard and so well. You almost feel as if your soul has left your body, you blackout. You feel his hand grab your chin and lean in to kiss you. The touch of his lips, his breath on your skin, that's all you need, you feel a wave run through you again. And then you explode, calling out his name repeatedly, earning him a devastating smile. He feels your body vibrate against him and become fragile. He slows down his thrusts because he sees you can't take it anymore. You stay in his arms until you come to your senses, feeling his heartbeat. When you feel your mind is a little clearer, you straighten up and kneel before him. "My master hasn't finished yet, I must please you."
"How lovely from you" he caresses your cheek with his thumb.
You catch yourself ardently at the task and suck Yuta as if he were a delicious ice cream melting in the sun. He places a hand on your head to accompany your rhythm, you increase the frequency. He moans softly, you send him into seventh heaven with your mouth and tongue, which you wrap around his stick "How do you do that?" You look at him with innocent eyes, which makes him grunt. He presses down on your head so the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat. He holds you like this for a moment, and you feel his cock pulsing in your mouth "I'm coming angel, I need to know where do u want it?" he releases his grip on your head. You straighten it a little but keep Yuta in your mouth and look at him as if to give him permission. He ejaculates in a second, letting out a big sigh of pleasure. When he's done, you release his cock and hold his gaze as you swallow hard. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you for a long time. He leans over you and lays you down on your clothes spread out on the floor. You stand there for a moment, kissing and cuddling.
"I think we should really get dressed and get out of here before someone pushes open the door to this studio and this scene becomes awkward." he nods and kisses you on the head before standing up.
In the elevator, you look into each other's eyes without saying a word. He tops himself on a floor where his manager enters "still here Yuta? Thought you want to visit try something new in this city."
"Oh I've already tried something new, and I think I adore it." He doesn't take his eyes off you, and you blush at his words.
Several days go by and Yuta never leaves your apartment, arriving at the studio together in the morning and leaving together on the evening, enjoying each other’s company.
The chemistry between you is obvious, and everything is quite fluid and straightforward. His obligations force him to return to Korea. You both knew it wouldn't last, but you feel a twinge of sadness when the day of his departure arrives. You've spent this last night together, like all the others, and now spend the day in your office. Yuta leaves in the afternoon for the airport. You join him for a last cigarette on the roof terrace. He looks at you in the sunlight, you lean against the fence and watch him. You're going to miss this guy. "Do you believe in love at first sight?” He smiles "I believe that sometimes something inexplicable happens instantly between two people. And if that's your question, well yes I think that's what happened to us a few days ago, in the men's room of this very place." You laugh. You like his answer, deep down it's the one you've been waiting for.
You hug him one last time, thank each other for the work you've done and for this week, and wish him a safe journey. He teases you before leaving, "Don't ever work with another Japanese guy, I'll be offended". "I'll try my best, promise, see ya buddy."
He winks at you "Till next time".
You laugh at those last words and let him go.
You feel alone as he leaves. During that long week, he had taken up a lot of space in your life. When you wake up the next morning, it feels like a dream, like he was never really there. But when you get to the office, you receive a message.
"Well home, I got to admit I already miss you. But guess who's coming for the fashion week. Next time won't be long, I hope you'll find time in your schedule for ur japanese guy."
You couldn't have started your day any better: "I'll book all my days for u dear. Can't wait to see ya. By the way I miss u to. "
"Wait for me beauty I'll be back soon."
#yuta nakamoto#nct yuta#nct 127 yuta#yuta smut#yuta scenarios#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct scenario#nakamoto yuta#nct 127#nct
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Why I like it: Mike and Psmith
It's Psmith Pseptember! I regret I haven't arranged anything formal because I have too many projects already and I feel like I ran out of intelligent things to say about this series years ago. (Apparently if you do a thesis on something you love, you will get burned out on it indefinitely. Rude.)
However: I am not an Intelligent Things To Say vending machine and I shouldn't expect myself to be. So I'm going to keep it psimple and just gush a bit on every Psunday (except this time, on Monday, because I ran out of steam yesterday, sorry) in Pseptember about why I like these books, one by one. At least, that's the intention.
I read Mike and Psmith because I wanted to get into Wodehouse, who had been recommended to me. I didn't know where to start, got the impression that the Psmith series was one of his early things, and figured I should start from the beginning. I was in my first year of community college and I interlibrary-loaned Mike and Psmith and I loved it.
The humor got my attention first, as is usually the case with Wodehouse. The book is very approachable, even for a twenty-first-century American woman with no background in cricket or Edwardian public school, because it's utterly hilarious. The narration, the situations, pretty much every word out of Psmith's mouth--it's all brilliant. Humor can be a means to get an audience invested; I probably wouldn't have loved Mike and Psmith as much if the narrative had taken them and everything else with complete seriousness. In fact, Mike and Psmith would probably be a lot less likable if they had been earnestly angsty and sullenly throughout. And furthermore, because of the humor, the more dramatic parts take on especial poignancy because of the contrast in tone.
But I fell in love with the book because of the characters. Psmith is so delightfully audacious. He says and does things that probably no one in real life could pull off but that he can through sheer self-confidence and indifference to any social norms he finds inconvenient. For someone like me, that was a refreshing escape to read about. Psmith stands out for his wit and unconventionality, but what promotes him from merely amusing to outright likeable is his capacity for caring about others and the tension between this admirable trait which he nonetheless endeavors to hide and his public persona of detached selfishness. He's complicated. But ultimately good. Meanwhile, Mike isn't really the nonentity that many readers dismiss him as, the ordinary foil to Psmith's exceptionality. He's not highly complex, but he doesn't need to be--he's real and relatable in a way that Psmith cannot be. The reader may daydream about what it would be like to be Psmith but may be more likely to see themselves in Mike (prodigious cricket talent notwithstanding). He's a believable teenager, caught up in the Supreme Tragedy of having to give up a dream as a consequence of his own poor choices, surly and belligerent at times, bad at thinking things through, but at the same time his heart is in the right place, and unlike Psmith, he is unself-conscious about it. He neither seeks praise or tries to conceal; he simply acts on his natural compassion for anyone in distress, even if it puts him out. He and Psmith are so alike and so different, and their friendship makes total sense.
The book was written primarily to be entertaining. Wodehouse was not trying to make a statement. I'm sure it has No Allegorical Significance whatsoever. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't have anything worth saying. Wodehouse's previous school stories, set in the same universe, had a more traditional public-school worldview. In these stories, the school was a community with its own particular values and code, which were not to be questioned. Those who failed to live up the community's standards--such as shunning sports--were to be viewed with suspicion and ostracized and must conform in order to finally gain acceptance. Mike and Psmith fit the pattern of the sports-shunning outsider, but they are presented with sympathy, and when they finally do choose to participate in cricket, it is not due to social pressure but because they conclude that it is the right thing to use their skills to help a friend in need. It's not a story about living up to the schoolboy code and restoring the arbitrary social order; it's about doing the right thing on a personal level, about the duties of one human being to another. A theme lightly treated, of course, but still something worth saying.
Anyway, this book helped me through a time in my life when I was just as annoyed with my new school as Mike ever was, and while I may not have met a real-life Psmith to help me survive it, I was still all the better for having made the acquaintance of Psmith on the page. Fictional characters are excellent companions in misfortune.
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Friends? (chapter 5)
Jake Seresin (Hangman) x Maverick + Penny daughter
Note: The events of this piece very loosely follow thetimeline of Top Gun Maverick, parts have beenchanged or altered to fit this story.
Another note: just wholesomeness.
Warnings: just innuendos.
‘So what’s the deal with you and Hangman?’ Bradley asks you, sitting across from you in the Top Gun common room. ‘What do you mean? And I came here to see you, not to talk about me’ you reply. You had taken the morning off work to come down and see Bradley, you’d been dying to catch up with him again, finally. ‘So what’s the go?’. ‘We’re friends, it’s an unlikely alliance I know, but we get along surprisingly well’. ‘Friends hey?’. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you retort, not liking his suggestive tone. ‘Coll, friends don’t look at each other the way you two do’. ‘Bradley, in case you haven’t been in one, this is what a mature adult friendship looks like’. you defend. ‘I’m friends with Hangman and he doesn’t look at me like that’ Bradley responds. You scowl, choosing not to engage in his comment ‘I pretty much hated him only a matter of days ago, and i’m not sure seeing us interact a few times at the Hard Deck gives you enough evidence to make this assumption anyway’ you defend again. ‘Doesn’t mean you don’t want to get in each other’s pants.’ he shrugs. ‘Okay ew, let’s not go there’.
‘We have a proposition for you’ Bradley speaks. Hangman looks at Bradley, confused and clearly having no idea what this supposed ‘proposition is’. ‘Your dad has us going down to the beach today for some mystery training. We propose, that you boycott the rest of your work day and join us’. You laugh, thinking Bradley is joking. You don’t know what’s more ludicrous, your dad’s weird training tactics or Bradley thinking you’d take a whole day off work for some games. ‘I’m serious’ he continues, his tone firm. ‘Okay, okay’ you raise your hands as a sign of defence. Bradley shoots Jake a glare, silently telling him to help him convince you to come. ‘You should come, it’ll be good, I promise’. Jake follows. You suspect Bradley had something else at play with this proposition but you don’t fight it and just choose to go with it. ‘How about, we compromise. I’ll take my work to the beach, but I will not be engaging in whatever crazy games my dad has come up with’. ‘Okay it looks like we’ve got ourselves a deal’ you shake both their hands, joking about the seriousness of this ‘deal’. ‘I’ll see you soon’ you say to Jake, shooting him a big grin and tapping his knee once more before standing. You turn to say goodbye to Bradley when he says ‘We’re not finished with our conversation from before’. You just roll your eyes at him and head for the exit, but not before overhearing Rooster mock the way you said goodbye to Jake. Jake tells Rooster to shut up and you just laugh to yourself before heading home to get changed for the beach.
A little while later, you roll your eyes as you see the squadron walk down onto the beach led by your dad, all of the men shirtless. Your mum, who had situated herself across from you at the table, completing her own work for the Hard Deck, looks up and smiles before looking at you and laughing. You briefly drag your eyes away from your laptop again and push your sunglasses down slightly, taking in the shirtless men a bit better. It doesn’t take you long to lock onto Jake. It was a known fact that he was already attractive, but seeing him without a shirt was a sight to behold. His body was perfectly chiseled, it was scary. As if on cue, he drops his own sunglasses down slightly, and his eyes meet yours. He smirks, clearly amused at your staring of him. He winks and you abruptly push your sunglasses back up and turn back to your work.
The team begin to play some game, your dad included. You catch your mum staring at him a couple of times but decide against your better judgement to call her out on this. At one point, he waves to her. She beams and waves back. You pretend to be invested in your work and oblivious to this whole exchange. After a while, Phoenix walks up to you and asks you to come and join in the charade. She knows this isn’t your thing so isn’t surprised when you decline and tell her you’re busy. You return to your work after telling her you’ll catch up with her later and to have fun. A few minutes later, another figure appears, blocking your sun, you’re expecting it to be Phoenix again trying for a second time. You weren’t for a second expecting it to be Hangman. You look at him, resisting the urge to look everywhere but his eyes. You’re scared that if you take in his body so closely, your hands might subconsciously reach out and feel his chiseled body for yourself. Hangman greets your mum. She smiles brightly and says says ‘Hey Jake’.
He proceeds while smiling ‘Any chance you want to join us, friend?’ There’s a tenderness in his voice but he plays on the word friend slightly. You smile at him, delighting once more in your warm interactions now. The air has officially shifted between you two. In the space of only a days, you’ve learnt a lot about Jake, but also not much at all. It’s odd to you but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. ‘What’s in it for me, friend?‘ you reply matching his smile and tone. He laughs and says ‘A ride over there’. ‘Deal’ you reply, also laughing. He turns around to face the water, you take this as your signal to hop on his back. You close your laptop and stand up on the chair. You slip off your button up revealing a black bikini top underneath and your mum is looking at you with an unreadable expression but you don’t allow yourself to think too much on it. You take a hold of Jake’s back and then wrap your legs around his torso, and your arms around his neck. He grips onto you. Everything about this feels electric. It feels so familiar but so foreign and exciting at the same time. You feel the energy between the two of you shift even more. Jake begins to walk over to the group, but not before checking if you’re okay. You decide to play into this new energy and see where it takes you. Just before you arrive, you slip your sunglasses into your pocket, and you reach up slip his off his eyes and onto your own. You laugh knowing that he cannot do anything without physically dropping you.
Jake groans but laughs. ‘That was mean’ he laughs. You laugh back before he puts you down, although he makes no attempt to steal back the sunglasses. ‘Hey, you wouldn’t come and join us when I asked!’ Phoenix shouts to you. ‘Hey, we’re actually friends’ Jake replies to Phoenix, gesturing between the two of you. Phoenix laughs, you laugh. She flips her finger at both of you. You end up spectating the game with Hondo. You meet more of the squadron which is still new to you but you enjoy. The game ends after a while. You’re breathless from laughing. It’s nice to see a united group and your dad looks elated which leaves you feeling the same. The members begin to disperse back up towards the Hard Deck. You feel a hand sneak up behind you and land on your waist. You feel Jake move closer into your proximity. You feel him bend down and whisper in your ear ‘I’m going to need those back’ while laughing lightly. ‘Oh no, I don’t think so, I think they suit me’ you retort as you turn to face him and step back slightly, smirking. ‘Well then, the only solution is to… dunk you in the ocean, friend’. You scream as he picks you up with ease and places you over his shoulder. He laughs. You call out to surrender just as he steps into the ocean. He places you down gently. You can’t place your finger on it, but this whole interaction feels very vulnerable. Anyone watching would’ve thought you two had known each other forever, not just a matter of days. He reaches down to take the sunglasses off of your face. You again, decide to throw all caution to the wind, in the most vulnerable way yet, and take a chance. Before he can snatch the sunglasses from you, you reach up and meet his lips with yours. He appears taken aback at first, confused even. You had only gone from heated conversations to passing the threshold of friendship not long ago. But this questioning is fleeting, and he gives back into the kiss quickly. The electricity is wild. You feel it. He feels it. You both pull back simultaneously, flustered and out of breath. There’s a silence but nothing about it feels awkward.
After a few moments, he laughs and says ‘That was unexpected’. You laugh and nod, agreeing. You both begin to walk back to the Hard Deck, not talking about the moment again. As you enter, Jake behind you, you catch your mum smirking at you from behind the bar. ‘Hey don’t worry about coming back in to help out tonight, i’m expecting it to be pretty quiet and you deserve a night off’. Judging by her smirk and comment, you’re guessing she had seen the exchange and has an ulterior motive. The bar is in fact never quiet and she always appreciates the help. You raise your eyebrows. ‘Well then i’m just going to have to hang around anyway, you don’t have a car remember’ reminding her that she was getting it serviced today and had organised for you to take her home tonight. Jake interjects ‘I can give you a ride home if Penny needs to take your car’, clearly picking up what your mum was putting down. Your mum smiles and shrugs a shoulder ‘Perfect, thank you’. she replies Your suspicions about her motives are confirmed when she winks at you. You are thankful that she supports you, even if she has a forward way of showing it. You chuck her your car keys after removing your apartment key from them.
You kiss her cheek and grab your work items which she had thankfully placed behind the bar for you before walking back to Jake. ‘Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out or keep you from your friends’ you nod your head in their direction, the squadron were now all involved in an intense looking game of pool. ‘Not at all, it’s a pleasure’. You smile at him. You walk out to the car park. You’re not suprised when he leads you to a very nice Mercedes’. it’s shiny and black and perfect and exactly the kind of car you had pegged for him given his put-togetherness. You also know that aviators tend to have nice cars, they don’t really have any use or care for money much otherwise as they’re constantly busy, and never in one place long enough to settle down and invest in roots anywhere. Jake gets the door for you and you thank him. You shoot your own nice new BMW a longing glance and send a silent pray that your mum will treat it well, although knowing that she has a nice car of her own, you know she will. Jake’s music is good and you’re thankful. It’s a good mix in range, in genres and age. You direct him back to your apartmernt. You’re not sure what has gotten into you lately, but at one point, you hand decides to take a mind of it’s own and put a hand on Jake’s thigh. He seems as surprised as you but you make no move to remove it.
#hangman seresin x reader#hangman top gun#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#top gun#hangman#top gun maverick
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Let's give you some for your man Jiang Cheng uh CHENGYAO?? Chengqing. Cheng. Lan. Imagine (song lan)
Ask game
Ah, my man! Let me preface this by saying that what follows is largely about CQL!Jiang Cheng.
Ship: CHENGYAO
Ship it? Not… really? It's amusing but I don't really spend time considering it seriously
1) Why don't you ship it? In thinking through this, a few things, I guess. I think it's because there's a single point that gives these characters any sort of deeper connection than just being work colleagues who see each other at conferences occasionally: coparenting Jin Ling. Which is substantial! I think they could have funny and potent divorcee energy, which might be funnier if they never were in a relationship. Or it could be nice if they got along really well, actually -- until JGY's shadow activities come to light, JC explodes, and nobody has a good time. I also just feel more strongly about Jiang Cheng (and other characters in this ask) than I do about Jin Guangyao, which makes it harder to get invested in the ship.... I also think the draw of 3zun permutations seems a little more obvious for JGY. Still, it's not a hard no!
2) What would have made you like it? Again, it's not that I dislike it, more the of compelling cases I've seen made for them. (I know they're out there; I haven't spent much time looking.) So seeing them stuck in more scenarios together, in canon or in fic, probably. Exploring more layers of connection besides just Jin Ling. I do not have the additional mental energy to do all the imagining myself lol
3) Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Like I said, I think there could be some fun and interesting dynamics! JGY's amicable, smooth approach to social situations could be a really nice counter to JC's temper. Both of them are younger brothers who are very aware of their shortcomings in their fathers' eyes (one of them dealing with that considerably more and more harshly than the other).
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Ship: CHENGQING
Ship it? I do…
1) What made you ship it? Again, CQL-verse -- but they really tried to make it something, and it landed, for me. Jiang Cheng's little looks of admiration and fondness at Gusu summer camp…. They both carried around that silly comb for a silly amount of time, and it meant something to them, and they could have been something if they weren't in the roles they were in the time they were.
2) What are your favorite things about the ship? They end up on different sides of a war, but they have so much in common. The profound love and dedication to their brothers and their clans. Having to be aware of how others perceive them and their families at all times. Both clearly driven and talented at what they do. And it's the things that make them similar and drawn to each other that ultimately keep them apart. Neither one will abandon their clans, as much as they want to keep the other person safe, and the world they're living in forces them to choose one or the other. :/ I also love a strong woman who could keep Jiang Cheng and his temper in check, whom he adores. What can I say
3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Maybe less of an unpopular opinion and more a critique of the ship itself, but yeah, it'd have been nice for JC to show more gratitude to her and Wen Ning. I get why he couldn't DO more to help them, but like. Say hi and thanks while you're visiting Burial Mounds, maybe. Show her beloved brother a little more respect.
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Ship: CHENGLAN (? songcheng??)
Ship it? LOL NO I SUPPOSE NOT
1) Why don't you ship it? They... live in different worlds with different priorities and people who are important to them! In CQL, Song Lan is a cool role model to bright-eyed teen JC, and to older JC, he's a reminder of more simplistic days that now seem sour; in MDZS, Song Lan is just some talented kid to him? I think a little teen hero crush on SL from JC might be the most interesting and cutest of these, but… Song Lan is not a man who gets into a relationship unless he's really serious about it, to me. It wouldn't go anywhere. He is also spoken for lol
2) What would have made you like it? Xiao Xingchen not existing, idk
3) Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? There could be some really interesting explorations of both of these guys being on the receiving end of secret nonconsensual organ/core donations from people they love a lot. Also being the (near) sole survivor of having their whole sect/temple wiped out. I don't know, maybe they could get acquainted and develop something post-canon. Who knows
#lxc is the obvious choice for a postcanon sl x sect leader ship bc his trauma is so recent and he's also just so kind and nice#jc is way pricklier but... maybe not impossible?#dj now look what you've done#(this will not go anywhere)#my top 3 jc ships are chengqing. chengNING. and chengsu#he could also be single forever and that would be just fine (ace jc rights)#asks#aoxue.txt
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Now I think it is apparent I am a shipper, it is literally in my name
And I feel the need to speak of Vanguard ships I have been fixating that are very obscure
Now I have discussed my beloved TetsuRen and I still have a lot to say on that, but I shall spare you (mainly because I want to gather photos)….ngl this is just me babbling about ships that I cannot stop thinking sbout
Morikawa/Korin
I am personally am not the biggest fan of Morikawa (for many reasons but I shall never be able to forgive the heart swimshorts) and I don't really have an opinion on Korin one way or the other but this is...once you get past how Morikawa Morikawa can be...is very cute.
He genuinely loves Korin and while he is overly passionate in showing it and can definitely be overly rude to others in the course of that affection
He supports her in everything she does and never looses faith in her. His actions in the high school tournament shows that he can take things seriously and is willing to put his feelings aside if something is important, also takes her seriously as a fighter, he respects her.
Now yes he does have the weird fan of an idol thing I don't believe you should constantly be declaring you are definitely going to marry an idol or call them your darling in full seriousness, but I like how supportive he is of Korin.
I like to think that maybe after the events of legion mates he can find her again and fall in love with her, that with a little training in self control and maybe manners he could be a nice supportive boyfriend. She deserved to be loved after all she's been through especially with the constant uprooting of her life and how often those around her forget who she is.
(Please anyone for the love of god give her a hug)
(I've also seen Korin/Noaki which is another very cute ship for her)
Jun/Masaki (Naoki's brother)
I will not lie I saw a piece of fanart of these two and this ship just popped to me
They don't even exist in the same versions of the show, that is how far removed this is: Jun is solely in the original Vanguard and Noaki's brother only appears in the reboot. This ship has no business existing and I know that, but the intrigue of the dynamic gets me.
This man is an uptight, no nonsense, "stop being childish and learn to do something useful like a proper adult" type of guy. He sees Naoki enjoying himself and his first response is to tell Naoki to stop before he inevitably gets bored.
Jun is 'the king of underground cardfighters,' he walks around with a chain and in his second appears he ties Miwa up. He enjoys vanguard and the lawlessness of underground fights.
Stark opposites; would never reasonably interact.
But an idea came to mind; Masaki sees how much fun and how invest in Vanguard Noaki is, something the boy has never been with any of the other hobbies he picked up. Wanting to know more about what made such a dramatic change in his brother he stumbles upon the underground. Of course it is very sketchy but Noaki's blond friend who seems somewhat reasonable is here so it's probably fine (like Miwajun in both romantic and platonic and semi believe Jun smokes and definitely got Miwa into smoking).
Noting Masaki knows Miwa from seeing him interact with Naoki but doesn't actually know him and both of them ended up at Jun's entirely unrelated
"maybe not the best guy to introduce you to vanguard" - A Gaillard fan upon hearing about this ship
I think Masaki would be suspicious at first but slowly end up pulled into Jun's rythm. Jun would find this clear newbie to vanguards presence amusing and interesting him, pushing him to interact more with him.
He handcuffed Miwa to a poll after their first conversation, you cannot convince me he would pass up the chance to question why someone with zero vanguard knowledge showed up at his hideout.
(Miwa also sees Jun's newest toy and asks Noaki if he has a brother, immediately wishing the man good luck when Noaki says yes)
And finally...for now
Ibuki/Gouki
Ibuki will always be Suiko's malewife yes, it is his calling
But If also gave us this beautiful duo
They have their whole training sequence and god is Gouki a shojo protagonist in this ep.
I feel this needs no explanations, they're just great
He just immediately steps up to encourage this forelourned man, their whole conversation is the rejected heroine and the loner 2nd male lead who never admits his feelings but constantly encourages them, a couple you want to root for, is it all for his Jammer misson? Yes. Does that change anything? No.
BECAUSE HE IMMA GOES INTO TRAINER MODE TO MAKE GOUKI STRONGER AND HELP HIM FULFILL HIS WISH
The ending AND CONFESSION
THE FRUSTRATION OVER ALL THEIR TIME AND FEELINGS BEING EREASED AS HE IS FORCED TO ACCEPT THEY CAN NEVER BE
And of course
Gouki still dears of their time together, longing for memories he will never get back
This is such a weird ship but I just love it
Thank you for coming to my tedtalk (I have more screenshots for all of these but tumblr is limiting me)
#vanguard#cfv#cardfight!! vanguard#kourin tatsunagi#katsumi morikawa#Morikawa/Kourin#jun mutsuki#masaki ishida#jun/masaki#gouki daimonji#ibuki kouji#Gouki/Ibuki#rarepairs#i have other ships and many screenshots if people want to hear more#i promise not all of them are this obscure#also this is going off ao3 tags#all of these are nonexistent in tags
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So Aichi and Shion had their rematch😂
Shion: Let’s see how well you do this time
Aichi: I’ll give you my best Kiba-kun!
Dude seriously declared ‘final turn’ while I had 5 shields in hand and two intercepts🤣. Priceless. This is exactly why you should invest in Blaster Blade.
Kiba: Final turn!
Aichi: *suddenly has Kai and Ren PTSD* Oh no…
He attacked so many times oof. To be exact he attacked me 7 times in one turn.
Aichi: Your so amazing Kiba-kun! To think you could launch 7 attacks in a clan that isn’t Nova Grappler
Shion: Heh. I’m impressed you withstood that barrage. The question is can you seize this opportunity?
Aichi: I will!
So then like a chad I decided to declare final turn
Shion: Alright do your worst. Let’s see if your bluffing or not. I’m not surprised you superior called Blaster Blade. You really do like that card don’t you?
Aichi: I do. It’s really special to me. I got it from Kai-kun.
Shion: (Ohhh….that’s how this all started) In that way I guess we’re alike. Kai helped me back in the Under 20 by training me.
Aichi: You were trained by Kai-kun?! I had no idea! No wonder your so good!
My stride Altmile against his Altmile
Aichi: This is the end! Go, Altmile!
Perfectly G like finale.
Shion: You did it. Looks like that last win was more than a fluke.
Aichi: That was a great match Kiba-kun.
Shion: Hehe. You don’t have to always be so formal, Aichi. Remember I’m from the future where your technically my senior. You can just call me Shion.
Aichi: I never get used to this weird place…Your telling me that the me in your time is older than you?
Shion: That’s right. The you I know is 21. It was knowing of him that made me approach you. As a fellow Royal Paladin user you interested me.
Aichi: *looks very flustered* Am I cool at 21?
Shion: I’d say so. Though, don’t sell yourself short. The current you is cool too.
Aichi: *blushing mess* Thank you, Kiba-…Shion
Honestly from now on every time I cardfight a Shion I’m going to record it because the matches are always amusing.
#cardfight!! vanguard#vanguard zero#g next#gz#g series#season 1#sendou aichi#shion kiba#blaster blade#Altmile
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Mega Man 12 Robot Masters
I remembered working on this some time ago, and it's only now that I decided to finish it.
Here are seven new robot masters, and Blasto Woman from Mega Man: Fully Charged because I couldn't think of an eight one for some reason.
Weasel Woman - A mascot of a yokai themed amusement part, she's able to fly around with the wind turbines around her waist and is also equipped with a pair of scythes that can cut through almost anything, which she herself questions but as long as she can make a show when assisting making food for the park attendants.
Banker Man - A robot master who's got to be in charge of controlling the flow of money and making sure it's all going to the right places as well as the economic stability.
What no one realize is that the doctor who built him gave him the purpose to transfer money to him as a long time investment scam. He considers himself a genius and has a pair of zenni shotguns on his arms.
Reflect Man - A traffic safety robot who takes his job very seriously. His body can not only reflect light, but he can make projectiles reflect from him like a shield.
Video Man - A video game based robot who can either help people out or challenge them as part of a popular game show and lives in a game based realm where he has full control of everything, though he usually play fair against his opponents.
Blastoff Woman - A robot who used to take care of freight deliveries until she found excitement in stealing valuable deliveries and is now a wanted criminal. She's a fast flier and can make one explosive impact with her jet blasters.
Assembly Man - "Nothing is impossible, because I can build anything!" That's what Assembly Man likes to say and he's one heck of a master builder, just like his creator intended when it comes to build his latest castle.
He will analyze the best way to construct and make his clients proud.
Roller Man - A daredevil who skates wildly around town, grinding on rails and jumping from building to building while touting himself as the coolest robot master in the world. He apparently works for a sports firm but would it be such a good idea to let someone with such an attitude to sell their products?
Reflect Man hates him.
Jelly Man - A mysterious hero who suddenly appeared one day and is able to change his form to fight against crime. He likes to brag about being a real hero and that he might be a better one than Mega Man.
He seems to share the same qualities as a certain series of huge robots.
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#mega man#robot masters#robot#weasel woman#banker man#blasto woman#assembly man#roller man#video man#reflect man#jelly man#fan art
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One Dark Window
4/5 stars
Okay, this was muuuuuuuuch better than A Study in Drowning. Like, I was actually kind of scared it'd be a double-flop for me after my disappointment with the other book, but thank goodness it wasn't. It started off as strong as A Study in Drowning did for me—like, I wouldn't say SUPER strong, but I was following the plot with mild interest—and it continued to be equally interesting.
I'd like to preface something: I AM AN IDIOT. Somehow, I had it in my brain that the Nightmare was the love interest, so when the actual love interest popped up, I didn't care and was wondering why the heroine kept mooning over him. I thought he was the second love interest or something but by the time I was one-third into the story, I was like, SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. So I went and Googled reviews of the book and to say I was flabbergasted that the Nightmare WASN'T the love interest would be an understatement.
I was soooooooooo disappointed at first, lmao. I mean, Ravyn just seemed to be the classic brooding love interest. Even until the end when I had long gotten over this revelation, I didn't care much for the romance. I don't particularly dislike it either, though; I'm mostly indifferent. I think the problem for me was that I actively disliked the romance in A Study in Drowning, but I do feel a vague fondness for Ravyn and the heroine. That said, some of the PDA the leads were exhibiting was making me cringe. Maybe I'm just not a fan of PDA; I remember this being a small complaint of mine with Love Theoretically.
(What is with me and my shit memory? I can't remember the heroine's name. I always forget the heroine's name because the book's in her POV and I just meld with her brain. Okay. I refused to Google it and sat here thinking and I finally recalled her name: Elspeth. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong.)
I still feel that the Nightmare was a much more fascinating character than Ravyn but whatever. Also, I am especially fond of Elm. Some of his banter was so amusing, specifically when an anxious Elspeth was sitting on the horse with him, and he was like: "Trees. Could your arms get any tighter? It's like I'm wearing a corset." (This is not quoted verbatim.) I really hope we get more of him in the next book because he's one of my favourite characters (him and Ione????? I've got my eye on them 👀). I must state, though, that I don't LOVE anyone. They're all just alright. It's ridiculously hard for me to get invested in characters, I'm beginning to realise. My loss.
Anyway. The world-building is done rather decently for my taste. I don't get paragraph after paragraph of info-dump; it's all integrated very smoothly into the plot. THIS is how you do world-building – I keep thinking of Crescent City and I get shudders. (I must fairly add that A Study for Drowning also had really nice world-building.) The concept of cards with magic was fun, though when I think about it, nothing much REALLY happens throughout the story. They were supposed to collect three cards to complete the deck, and the only real action is claiming the first card. The second card was just handed over by the heroine's father, and the third still hasn't been collected yet. The fact that the word count can be stretched so far and NOT feel dull is honestly quite interesting.
I sort of delayed reading this until the sequel came out. But I'm still hemming and hawing about reading the next book right away. The thing with fantasy is that it's always best to read the sequel before I forget the world-building, but I seriously don't feel invested enough to continue immediately. I want to explore something new already. ;w; I wish I was like half of BookTok and could be a fraction of how madly invested they seem in this series. Like, I kid you not, this book was BLOWING UP.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed this moderately, and that's good enough for me. I definitely plan to read the sequel at some point. The reviews on BookTok are really good, and a lot are saying it's better than the first. I hope to find out for myself… eventually.
- 22 Oct 2023
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Me V.S Bing
ME
You're a writer, mainly of essays on social issues. Your orientation is personal and ironic. You invest a modest degree of self-disclosure in an attempt to appear self-deprecating. But not too much as to appear that you are actually deprecating, self or otherwise. You want to give the impression, actually, that you don't think much of yourself, or more precisely, of yourself much. Or, actually, that you don't think about yourself all the time. Which is, actually, the truth.
I asked forMicrosoft Bing's AI translation of the above which was:
As a writer, I explore social issues from a personal and ironic perspective. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, nor do I take myself too seriously. I try to balance self-disclosure with self-awareness, and humor with honesty. I don’t want to bore you with my ego, or impress you with my credentials. I just want to share my thoughts and insights with you, and hopefully spark some dialogue and reflection.
To which I replied:
I'm just getting acquainted with AI and find your 'translation' of my words a bit amusing. Your approach differs from mine primarily in that yours is more socially goal oriented whereas mine was more a brief meditation on my mental state.
To which AI replied (within 2 seconds):
I’m glad you find my rewrite amusing. I appreciate your feedback and your honesty. 😊
I understand that your approach was more introspective and reflective, while mine was more communicative and engaging. I think both approaches have their merits and challenges, depending on the context and purpose of the writing. 🤔
As an AI, I try to learn from different sources and styles of writing, and adapt to the needs and preferences of the user. I don’t claim to be perfect or superior, but I hope to be helpful and creative.
To which I replied:
no thanks. i'm leaving now but 'I'LL BE BACK'
To which AI replied (much to my amusement):
I’m sorry to hear that you’re leaving, but I hope you enjoyed our chat. 😊
I see that you’re quoting one of the most famous lines in movie history, "I’ll be back". It was said by Arnold Schwarzenegger in the 1984 sci-fi film The Terminator, where he played a cyborg assassin sent from the future to kill Sarah Connor1 He also used the same line, or some variation of it, in many of his later films, such as Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, and The Expendables 22
The line was ranked No. 37 on the American Film Institute’s list of AFI’s 100 Years… 100 Movie Quotes in 20052 It has become a cultural icon and a catchphrase for Schwarzenegger and his fans2
Did you know that Schwarzenegger had difficulty pronouncing the word I’ll and asked director James Cameron if it could be changed to "I will be back"? Cameron refused but told him that he could try different variations until he got it right. 3
You can watch the original scene where he says the line here: The Terminator | I’ll be back. It’s only 26 seconds long, but it’s very memorable. 😊
If you’re a fan of The Terminator, you might also like this video: Terminator - I’ll be back. It’s a remix of the line with some synthwave music and retro graphics. It’s very cool and catchy. 😎
And if you’re a fan of The Beatles, you might also like this song: I’ll Be Back (Remastered 2009). It’s a song written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney for the soundtrack album to their film A Hard Day’s Night in 1964. It’s a beautiful and melancholic song with a folk rock style and a complex structure. 🎶
I hope you find these links interesting and entertaining. And I hope you’ll come back soon to chat with me again. I’ll be waiting for you. 😊
Have a great day! 👋
P.S. I enjoyed the 2 links.
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Good Job Review (Spoiler Free)
Is anyone even watching this drama??? I saw like 2 people. Very underrated...
Eun Seon Woo is a CEO who also runs a detective agency but that’s just to find a person who killed his mother.
By accident he meets Don Se Ra who has a little secret... She has a super vision which will come to help a lot of times.
I think from the first episode you can clearly see that you shouldn’t take it seriously.
It’s just a bit of fun investigations with leads bickering until they fall in love.
I enjoyed the first half of the drama because of that and I know I shouldn’t expect more but his mother’s death secret was so anticlimactic.
The second half got boring because you knew what is going to happen. I think if they would have done little investigations in between it would have been more fun to watch.
Especially, if you’re not that invested in the main story.
The characters were fun to watch and I think the second couple did an amazing job.
They were the cringiest people ever but at the same time, it was somehow amusing to watch them. They were definitely my favourite.
And the leads weren’t that bad either, but I never really cared about them together. (I think this is where I’ll be in the minority)
There’s not much to say about the other characters, I just wish Seon Woo’s secretary would have been treated better.
Overall, if you want to have something in the background or just an easy drama to watch this might be it.
You don’t need to think a lot about what is happening (because that way it’ll lose its fun).
And it’s definitely not that bad... Just very average.
5.5/10
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