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a-aexotic · 1 year

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request for rafe:

rafe is being oddly quiet when everyone in his friend group is pestering him about getting a one night stand. Reader walks in and he just goes all starry eyed, but he doesn’t wanna admit he loves her even though… its so obvious. (grumpy x sunshine)

(love your work, i hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻)

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. fluff!!!, ooc rafe, mention of weed + alcohol, one kiss at the end, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. rafe has the biggest crush on y/n, when topper finds out he decides to help his best friend get with the girl of his dreams.

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Rafe had just about enough of his friends. It'd been months since he'd had a girl over and they were starting to worry. Why had he suddenly just stopped liking girls?

Topper was worrying maybe Rafe was about to just end it all. He knew Rafe wouldn't actually but they hadn't seen Rafe this sober in years.

"Dude, she's checking you out." Topper whispered to Rafe. He looked over at the girl and she was indeed checking him but he immediately gave her the cold shoulder and turned away.

Topper was confused. She was pretty; nice bathing suit, pretty eyes, a big ass. What more could Rafe want?

"Nah, I'm good, man." Rafe sighed as leaned back into his chair. He had eyes for one girl and one girl only, and she wasn't there yet. Topper furrowed his brows.

"Dude, what? She's a total catch, I mean, look at that-"

Rafe cut him off with a glare making Topper scoff and turn away. Was something wrong? He was getting more and more worried about Rafe.

"Dude, you okay?" Topper mumbled. They were at this fun party, hot girls everywhere, weed everywhere and he doesn't want anything at all. That wasn't like Rafe at all.

Rafe rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance. Topper's nagging was really getting on his nerves. "Yes. I am. I just don't want to fuck every single girl I see, okay?"

"What about smoking?"

"I don't want to anymore, okay? That shit's bad for your lungs." He remembers you telling one of your friends that you hated smoking because of how bad it was for your health.

Hearing Rafe say that made Topper fully think he had somehow shifted into a different parallel universe. This was not the Rafe he'd known since third grade. This was a doppelganger because no way in hell that Rafe Cameron just insisted that smoking was bad for your health. Topper's jaw was on the floor.

Rafe looked back at Topper with an annoyed expression but quickly shifted his gaze to someone behind him. His expression morphed into a delighted one.

There you were, with all your glory. Pink tube top, light blue jean shorts with your iconic white high-top converse. His cheeks had begun to turn pink as Topper had to where he was looking and suddenly it clicked. Rafe had a crush.

You were greeting your friends and Rafe caught your eye. You sent a happy wave his way and he gratefully answered with another wave.

Topper smirked and then looked back at Rafe. "Oh, I see what's going on here."

Rafe's expression dropped as he turned to Topper. "What?"

"You like Y/N."

Rafe rolled his eyes. "You just realized that, dude?"

Topper was again, shocked, by Rafe for the second time tonight. Rafe admitting his feelings? Where was Rafe and what was this imposter doing in his place?

"I mean, who wouldn't. She's gorgeous and smart. I just wish she wasn't so nice, it's making it harder to bond with her." Rafe mumbled the last part, making Topper nod along.

Topper had known Rafe essentially all his life and he's never been whipped for any girl. He wanted to know why she was so special. "Can I help?"

"No." Rafe said simply, making Topper scoff.

"I'm really friendly, man. I can like, help you, trust me." Topper put his hand on Rafe's shoulder and squeezed it. "Do you have her number?"

"No, I don't. I've been trying to send her an dm but I feel like that's not classy enough. Plus she probably has like 100 other guys in her dm's, I wanna stand out." Rafe ranted, genuinely perplexed.

Topper sighed, "you're making it way too hard. Just go up to her."

Rafe turned to Rafe, glaring daggers his way. "It's not that easy."

"Yes, it is. It's really not that hard. She's just a girl." Topper spoke, like it was the easiest thing ever.

"Just a girl?!-"

"Shh, Rafe. Get up and talk to her, be a man." Topper pushed Rafe up and away from the chair, making Rafe grumble. He noted to make sure to punch Topper for that later.

He looked for you at the party, Topper's voice echoing in his mind. Be a man, be a man, be a man. Rafe turned a corner and then there you were, sitting with your friends. He felt his heart drop and Topper's voice was fading. He was just standing there, like an idiot.

You turned and you saw him standing there and you had a big smile on your face. You excused yourself from your friends and walked over to him.

He immediately whipped his gaze to the seat next to him and sat there immediately, trying to look like he was doing something. He wanted to face palm himself; when did he become such an awkward guy? He was usually so smooth, especially with girls.

"Hey." He recognized your voice and his heart skipped a beat as he turned to face you. How could someone be so pretty?

Rafe cleared his throat as he smiled. "Hi."

You took a seat next to him. "Noticed you just standing there, I was wondering where Topper was? He's usually always with you."

He groaned subconsciously at the mention of Topper. "He's clingy."

You laughed at that. "Yeah, but that's okay. That's kinda cute."

"Topper? Cute?" Rafe stumbled out. Did you like Topper? He made a disgusted face at that; how could a 10 like you, end up with a 3 like Topper?

"No, he's..." You tried to find the right wording. "He's okay." You tried not be mean, he was attractive - but not you.

Rafe relaxed at that. "Yeah, he is. He's just okay, I don't know how anyone could find him attractive."

You laughed but instantly stopped yourself, "that's mean." You still had a smile on your face. Rafe smiled at that.

"Why are you just sitting here alone?"

Rafe shrugged, "Topper was getting on my nerves. He, uh... wanted me to smoke."

You furrowed your brows in disgust. "Wow, did you?"

He shook his head in slight delight. "Nope. Smoking isn't for me."

"Wow, I'm glad to see someone not succumb to peer pressure, good for you." You smiled knowingly.

You've known Rafe since middle school; you know he loves smoking, you've seen him scream and break a chair in half then jump into the pool: no sober person would do that. You weren't mad that he lied to you, you found it sort of endearing.

"Yeah." He nodded. "It's just like, really bad for your lungs."

You couldn't help but giggle at his words: he was literally you quoting word for word, not deliberately. It's so cute. "God, you're so cute."

You both stopped at stared at each other for a few seconds. A blush rose from Rafe as you felt your heart literally stop.

"You think I'm cute?" Rafe spoke quietly, an octave above a whisper. You could barely hear him.

You couldn't get yourself out this one. You couldn't just lie, might as well just rip the band-aid off. You nodded. "Yeah, well you are."

"I am?"

You laughed at that, trying not to turn red from embarrassment. "Yes, Rafe. You're cute."

"You're cute, too." Rafe felt like a little kid confessing to his crush and he was scared of rejection, he was avoiding your gaze. I mean, you already had confessed.

You found it adoring how shy he was. Like mentioned, you'd known him since he was a kid and you've watched him grow. He was always confident and it was a sweet how shy he was all because of you.

You grabbed his hand and his skin began feeling hot as he looked back up you. Your hand was just as soft as he imagined it would be. You both made eye contact. Rafe's eyes kept wandering down to your lips, then back to your eyes. It was a silent gesture of saying 'kiss me.' As you were leaning in, you heard a shout from behind.

You both turned to see Kelce and Topper. They walked towards you both, a huge smile on their faces. Rafe's anger was radiating from his body; he could not believe his jackass friends just ruined his almost kiss with you.

"Wow! My plan worked, Rafe. You guys are holding hands now, see! Told ya being a man worked." Topper was obviously drunk and oblivious to the awkwardness he was causing. Kelce nodded.

"I didn't know you liked Y/N, man. The more you know." Kelce talked to Rafe. He turned to you with a smile. "I don't blame you, dude, you are gorgeous."

You nodded and smiled at that. "Thank you, Kelce. I appreciate it." You know he didn't mean it in a weird or creepy way, so you found it endearing.

He cleared his throat. "You dumbasses are ruining my moment. Can you guys fucking leave?" He whispered to them, trying to make sure that you didn't hear it. But you were pretty close to him so you could.

Kelce and Topper looked at each other, then you, then back at Rafe. They nodded. "Okay, bye Y/N."

They both left and Rafe turned his attention back to you. "See what I'm dealing with? They act like fucking children, I swear."

"Rafe."

"What?" He turned to you and you put your hand on his face, leaning in to plant a single kiss on his lips. He was so caught off guard but when you pulled away, he instantly wanted more.

You smiled. "Let me give you my number."

"Y-Yeah, sure." He was still in shock, stumbling over his words, the taste of your lipgloss still on your lips. He handed you his phone.

You looked down at in and smiled. "You have to unlock it." You held in your laugh at how out of order he was just because of one kiss. He took his phone back, opening it with Face ID. He gave it back to you.

You put in your number and then put in your name. You then opened his camera, snapping a quick picture then putting it as your contact picture.

You gave it back with a grin as you stood up. "Text me, okay?"

He nodded, "Sure. Yeah." As you walked away, he couldn't help but lick his lips and the taste of your lipgloss was still on it. He couldn't believe that just happened.

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97keanu · 10 months

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Dave Lizewski x goth!Reader

Premise: Dave sits next to you in History, he's been secretly pining for you for ages, but he's been too scared to ask you out since you're so pretty and your goth exterior is very intimidating for him. To his surprise, he and you are paired up to finish a history assignment this weekend. Truth is, you thought he was cute too...

Tags: 18+ characters/pining!Dave/extremely nerdy and loser!Dave/hard exterior soft interior!reader/reader who despite having a crush on Dave does NOT want to admit it(tsundere!reader)/Mutual pining/mini slow burn into eventual smut/virgin!dave/submissive!Dave + switch!Dave who ends up taking control/reader on top/oral(both parties)/face sitting/edging/no condom/raw/doggy/cuddling/aftercare

A/N: Finalized version 7/8/23, fully edited. I am glad so many of you liked this and I am hoping to return to this couple in the future!

Taglist: @lazyneonrabbitt

(Ask to be tagged in upcoming one offs of Dave if you'd like!)

Imagines of these two: here and here

Jennifer's Body AU reader x Dave here

UPDATE!!! Read the direct sequel here

It's a normal Friday afternoon and Dave sits, staring out the window and daydreaming about this or that for his last class of the day. Class hasn't started yet, and what pulls Dave out of his daydream is you. You with your all black clothes, black lipstick and dark style. You walk into class as if its nothing, and every time you do Dave feels butterflies fill his stomach. He still can't believe how lucky he was to get sat next to you, even if he's way too intimidated to say anything to you.

You sit down next to him and you keep your face neutral. You know how mean this highschool has been about your style, so these days you hardly give them anything. And after you broke some jocks finger for trying to touch you in the 10th grade, people leave you alone for the most part. To your face at least. You know they probably snicker when you're not looking, but at the very least you can go on autopilot through out the day and go home to where you can really be yourself.

Dave has no idea about this, he thinks you're just the most confident chick in school, and he is in no way in your league, at all. It doesn't stop him from day dreaming about it though. He goes home and thinks about you at night, thinks about what it would feel like to actually ask you out. He's practiced saying it in the mirror a few times even, but when you sit next to him in class it's like he can't even make his voice say "Hello" let alone "Can I take you to the movies this Friday?". What kind of movies would you even like? God, its hopeless. He's doomed to sit next to you pining until senior years up and he never sees you again.

Today you sit next to him as always, headphones blaring The Cure while you ignore the world. You do steal a glance towards the guy who sits next to you in History, and quickly glance away, your dark lashes fluttering. You try not to interact with him because you know if you do, it's going to be obvious you like him. You can't help it, something about the way he's obviously so flustered by you, his big blue eyes gazing at you behind those nerdy glasses, it does something to you. Something the other students would notice and probably pick on the both of you for. Imagine it, the social outcast goth girl and the loser nerdy boy? No way, it's something you're not willing to risk after being bullied from your last school. No, its better to not think about it. Keep your headphones in and look forward, pretend you see nothing.

Your history teacher begins class, so you put away your headphones and get ready to start class. As you put them in your bag, you catch Dave's eyes. He looks like he almost wants to say something to you, and you furrow your thin and arched brows, giving off a "why are you talking to me" energy without even trying to really. It's almost second nature at this point for you, and when you see his cheeks heat up, you feel your heart jump, a mixture of feeling bad for how you come off and a hope for what he might have wanted to say. His hand nervously slides his glasses back up, his big blue eyes blinking away in embarrassment, the words unsaid falling flat in the air and your history teacher gaining the attention of the class.

You turn from Dave, obviously conflicted about what transpired, even if it was brief. It was one of the few times you two interact, but somehow when you sit next to him for this hour long class, it's as if you are interacting. You can almost feel the space between you two, and the times when his foot or your leg gets too close, bumps, barely touches, it's almost electric. It truly makes it hard to focus on class at times, but for the most part if you really fixate on what the teacher is saying, you can get by. From the looks Dave gives you at the end of class usually, he didn't hold up as well for the most part.

"This seating arrangement really was a mistake..." You muse silently to yourself inside your head, a small sigh escaping your lips.

Your teacher begins describing the next history assignment for the weekend, it's supposed to be something about fake "interviewing" someone from the history lessons from so far, or something, you're catching about half of it, but you know they pass out a more detailed paper later.

Meanwhile, Dave is beating himself up for, once again, not being able to ask you out tonight.

"C'mon man, you should have just said it!" He curses himself mentally. "Worst she could say is no right? God...with her, she might actually bite my head off..."

He's practically sweating next to you, his hand nervously tapping the table between you two lightly. Your hand, inches away is trying to take notes on what the assignment is supposed to have because you absorb it better when you actually write it out. As well as an excuse to not focus on Dave's nervous fidgeting beside you.

Dave is biting the inside of his cheek trying to game plan if he can save this, ask you at the end of class, when the teacher says something that makes his stomach drop, but his heart flutter.

"Alright, so that's the basis of the assignment, however, I would like for you to work with your table partner outside of class this weekend and choose which of you will be the interviewer and the interviewee..."

"Holy shit!" Dave could practically jump out of his seat from excitement and fear. This means he doesn't even have to actually ask you out, now you two are forced to spend time together this weekend!

"Holy shit..." You think to yourself. You feel entirely tense, as if you need to run out of the room right this instant, and your cheeks are hot under your makeup. This means you have to spend time, alone, with Dave this weekend. The truth was, you weren't even dreading it because you hate him, even if you try to convince yourself that. No, the truth was...you didn't know if you keep the charade up if you were to spend that sort of time together. Surely, surely...he would notice the crush you had been building for him for the past few months...

The teacher dismisses the class early, letting everyone figure out how they're going to make time this weekend with each other. You could turn to stone, in fact maybe you have because to your surprise it takes Dave's squeaky, unsure voice to call you name to get you out of your trance.

"Yes...Dave?" You turn, almost ridgid, but trying to be neutral, if not kind. Dave is obviously shocked, this might be the most attention he's ever scored from you!

"Well, since we're paired up, I was uh..um..." His doe eyes dart down as he speaks, finding the right words. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house after school to work on it?"

You can't believe it, he wants you to come over, now? No way, you can't even hardly bring yourself to move from your seat, let alone find your way over to Dave's house. You find your head giving the smallest, most timid of shakes as you stare at him with disbelief of the situation.

"Oh! Uh yeah no it's totally cool.." Dave senses the rejection and is obviously red faced as he scratches the back of his head, moving those mop of gorgeous dark curls around. "It's so sudden, you probably have big plans for a Friday night, huh?"

The way he's so obviously trying to make this work begins to melt at your icy heart. You shake your head again and immediately Dave is trying to stammer out more, but you finally find your words and work everything out.

"No, that's okay, Dave, I actually, um... I could come to your place around 7pm if that's okay?" Your usually confident self feels a bit wavered as you ask. Dave's eyes shine so brightly you think he may burst, the color in his cheeks different than before.

"Oh, that's totally awesome! I'll give you my address!" He says, with unusually less attempts to speak than normal, he must be really excited about this. You gulp at the thought, and as Dave takes a pen and rips off a piece of notebook paper, you do the same. You write down your number, in case you two need to talk at all between now and then.

You can't help yourself, you put a little black heart next to your number. It's like something has possessed you, you can't even stop yourself. "God...this is just the start..." A part of your subconscious whispers somewhere...

If you thought Dave was over the moon when you agreed to come over tonight, he's downright estactic when he sees you pass over your number.

"This is...for me??" He stares at you, mouth agape, and doesn't even realize what a dumb question that was, but you can't help but find it endearing.

"For if I get lost or something comes up..." You trail off with reasons, but you know you truly just wanted to give him your number despite your reservations. Dave totally thinks the reasons are valid though, he scrambles to put his number on the paper he passed towards you with his address.

"Oh, that makes sense here, lemme just..." His tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he scrawls his number. He passes it back to you again, and your cheek heat skyrockets as you see he's also put a heart. He seems pleased with himself and shy about it at the same time, as if this is a secret between the two of you.

You begin packing up after that, and look at him with your lips pursed, unable to reciprocate all he's giving you right now. As you walk away he calls out.

"Alright, see you tonight then!" And you're almost sure the whole class has eyes on your back while you walk quickly from the room, eyes down. You just hope no one decides to dig their grimy fingers into the sliver of hope that this just might work out in the way you're terrified of...

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The sky has started to turn dark, amber meeting violet in wispy clouds above. You're looking about for the address Dave wrote down, but his writing is comparable to chicken scratch. You find the house you think is his, and decide to text the number Dave also wrote extremely poorly underneath the address. You take pause, staring at the heart he returned on the piece of paper, and wonder if you should go through with this. It's not like you can just back out either, both your grades rely on this.

"It's just studying..." You breath out into the chilled brink of nighttime air, and text him you're here.

You are surprised how soon Dave is bounding down the stairs inside before opening the door with a big smile.

"You're here! Awesome, I just got pizza ordered, it's inside!" He does everything but pull you inside, he's so excited.

You feel some of your fears evaporate as you cross the threshold of his house. It's very homey, something your house always lacked. You feel like while its not pristine, it's meant to be lived in, a place where life goes on inside. You can't remember the last time you felt that way about a place, maybe your grandma's house, once upon a time...

Dave ushers you into his kitchen where he's got pizzas and snacks laid out. You can't help but feel like this is turning out more date than study when you see the set up. Your stomach builds with butterflies as you realize he's done all this just for you. You who has ignored him, at times being borderline mean, but of course you would have had to give him the attention he deserved to have truly been mean. That would have been more than you ever had given him by a mile. "Shit..." You think to yourself as you consider the situation.

"Yeah, I figured ya know, you might be hungry and it uh, it t-takes brain power to uh do a study...study date...." He stammers out as he sees your reaction, totally trying to wring out the study from 'study date' the way you do from a wet cloth.

You can't help it, you're flattered despite yourself. No one has ever been this kind to you since you moved to your new school in 9th grade. A part of you is desperate...desperate for this attention, for this connection you so clearly don't deserve. And with a sweetheart like Dave of all people. You feel a lump in your throat, but nod, agreeing with his words. His anxiety seems to have subsided as you do, and he beams a grin at you.

"Yeah! Here lemme grab this," he takes the pizza and a can of soda for each of you with ease. "And we can head up to my room to get started?"

His room. Oh god...

Your legs follow despite everything in you feeling absolutely undeserving of this kindness, your combat boots thunking on the kitchen tiles.

He takes you upstairs to his attic room and you are surprised. As much as it's a teenage boys room, it's also quite clean, and looks really comfortable. He sets you guys up on the bed and pats a place next to him. You settle down next to him, and he flips on a TV across from the bed. You wonder how you went from being here to study, to having pizza and movie.

"I just thought we might like to watch something while we eat..." Dave says in a nervous mutter as he sees your face.

"Okay..." You say, taking a slice of pizza and nibbling a bite. With all the butterflies in there, you don't think your stomach can hold much more than a slice right now. The two of you settle into his bed, munching on slices of pizza and watching some action flick Dave's put on...

After you two are done eating, Dave moves the food stuffs out of the way, and it's just the two of you on the bed. Somehow much more intimate now that there's not a pizza box between you two. You try to focus on the movie, but you can feel Dave glancing at you for much of it.

Dave can't help himself, you just looks so gorgeous, your dark eye make up is so sharp and bold, the thought of you taking control of him, of you pushing him into his bed and using him up keeps running through his thoughts. He even tried to jack off before you came over so he wouldn't be a total horn dog, but here he is, imagining what it would be like to lean over and kiss your black lips. God...he couldn't even ask you out properly, and the only reason you're here is because of the school assignment. There's no way you would be here otherwise. "I'm such a loser..." He thinks to himself, his eyes darting away from your face when you glance over and catch him staring. Instead his eyes land on your hand, laying in between the two of you on the bed, your finger nails black like the rest of your attire.

"Maybe if I could just..." He thinks, imagining himself being bold enough to take your hand, to test the waters to see if something was there. It would be enough that he could see if you have any interest, but wouldn't be as awkward as what he wants to do, which is lean over, take your delicate face in his hands and look you in the eye before kissing you as deeply as he can. Yes, holding hands would go over better than that, he has to tell himself. He feels shaky as one of his hands reaches up to push his glasses back into place, focusing himself to complete the task of holding your hand. The movie plays on...

After what seems like ages of Dave having an internal debate, he raises his hand slowly, deliberately, making a move towards your hand. You seem to be caught in the movie right now, the film is nearing it's climax as you two sit beside each other. If all goes wrong, he'll just pull his hand back and pretend he didn't mean to move it there. "Yeah, like that will work..." The voice in his head chides. It's too late now, he's already practically doing it, his hand hovering over yours before slowly dropping it down, the heat of his hand meeting yours, before softening into a hold.

You let out a small gasp, but don't pull your hand away. Dave is at a loss for words, he doesn't know how to explain it away, he IS holding your hand, and it's clear he doesn't mean it in a friendly way from how red his cheeks get. All you can do is stare at him right now, it's like time passes by in molasses, sticky and sweet. You can't believe it, he's really making a move on you...

What surprises you more is the fact that when your body catches up to your brain, you're moving towards him with fervor. Your other hand comes to the side of his face and you're crushing your lips against his. The movie is forgotten, as well as your inhibitions. Your lips tingle when they meet his, and you can't help yourself, somehow his small innocent touch has caused the dam you built inside yourself to stay away from him to collapse. You're working your lips into his like he's the air you breathe, and Dave is so caught off guard he's letting you, moving along with you as his guide.

"Oh my god, she's kissing me...I'm kissing a girl!" Dave thinks to himself, totally blown away, his eyes wide at first before melting into your kiss, his glasses only sort of getting in the way.

"God...I can't help it...he's so nerdy and sweet, I need to know what his body is like..." You think to yourself, your hands moving wildly into his mess of curly hair, gripping and tugging him into your kiss.

It's the type of kiss that almost hurts its so wanted.

You find yourself pulling away for a moment to catch your breath, and you see your black lipstick smudged both on Dave's pouty, plump from being kissed lips, as well as your own from the reflection of his glasses. You look as if you've totally given in, your eyes filled with a desire you've never seen before. You look back into Dave's vibrant blue eyes and see he's completely at your will.

"P-please...don't stop..." He whispers, those eyes of his pleading for you to continue. God, you want to fuck his brains out right here, and at this rate you think you will.

What surprises you next is Dave taking a bit of control, his own hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you on top of him, his hands grabbing into your gothic hair style, and your lips colliding once again as Dave let's out a whimper into your kiss. You can't help but moan back, the sound a dull vibration between your lips. Dave kisses sloppily, he wants you so bad and he's never kissed a girl before, that much is clear. You bite his lower lip to slow him down and take control, his body jumping from the bite, and where your legs straddle him you can feel his hardness against you as he bucks. God, he's like putty in your hands.

Dave can hardly contain himself, his hands roam your body freely, at some point one of his hands finds it's way under your skirt, gripping your hips and running along your stomach. He doesn't want to go too north or south without your permission, scared to run you and the pleasure you're giving him off. You can tell, and moan in a way that signals your frustration, before releasing your hands from where they're knotted in his curls and grabbing his wrists. You guide his hands underneath your shirt and sit up on him, letting him explore your breasts over your bra as you slip your shirt off and quickly discard it on his floor. As you look down, Dave's eyes are wider than ever, totally encapsulated by your body, his mouth hanging open and stained with your dark lipstick.

"God...you're so sexy..." He mumbles, not even sure what he's saying, just that he's in total awe of you. He's wanted this for so long he feels like he's accidently just convinced himself that you're really here, really doing this. It's as if you're a dream come to life instead of actually straddling him on his bed.

You reach back and undo your bra, the straps sliding down slowly before you pull your bra over your head, your breasts falling out. Dave doesn't need to be told to grab them, he's getting the hang of this. He feels the softness of your chest before exploring your nipples playfully. You smirk down at him as your hips ride him fully clothed.

"Would you like to taste them...?" You say slyly, almost savoring his reaction, knowing how excited he is. All he can do is nod eagerly and say 'Please'. You lean down and let Dave cup your breasts, pulling one of them to his mouth and sucking hungrily. He has dreamed of this moment, thought of it before bed with his cock in his left hand. He never thought he would actually be here, playing with your nipples in his mouth, switching sides so your other breast doesn't feel lonely.

You continue to grind against him, his already hard cock feeling as if he will cum just from you dry humping him. You can feel it twitching, aching to be released from his pants. You slide down his body, his mouth popping off your breast with a soft pop! before he gives out a whine that he wanted more. He looks down at you as you reach his pants, and playfully stare up at him with your devilish, make up smeared smile. Somehow knowing he's messed up your perfect goth make up is turning him on. He even finds himself imagining if he could ruin it more by cumming on your pretty little face. He wonders if you would ever let him and groans as you begin pulling his pants down and letting his cock free.

You're surprised not for the first time tonight, and not for the last. Dave's cock is huge! You had no idea this little nerd was packing so much heat, it's way longer and girthier than any cock you've seen up until now, and even putting your black manicured hand around it is making your hands look so small in comparison. Dave seems almost shy about his cock, he shifts nervously as you gaze at it, mouth slightly agape at his size, and Dave wonders if you don't like it.

"Is it...okay?" He finally squeaks out from nerves, and your eyes dart back up to his, dragging out of the trance the sight of his cock put you in. You begin to stroke him and nod.

"More than okay..." You say as you feel your cheeks heat up, your mouth watering just thinking about sucking him off. You hear Dave whimper out from your touch, his back arching into you, his hips bucking for more already. He feels so sensitive, as if your touch is too much.

"Please be careful...I don't know how long I can last..." He warns you, and the idea that you get to edge him until you want him to cum has your legs clenching from the wetness unraveling there. You can't believe how your body reacts to his, it's as if every little thing he does has your stomach coiled and shivers running up and down your body. You look him in the eyes as you place your mouth over the tip of his thick cock.

He closes his eyes in pleasure just from that, and you pause. You know you'll be doing a lot of stopping and starting, going so slow, just to keep him from blowing his load early. Dave is glad once again that he has already cum a few times today, if not he would have definitely came from you dry humping him earlier. He moves a hand to your hair, holding and petting you as you begin to go deeper, bobbing up and down in a rhythm that keeps him on his toes. He can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is, and you leave black rings on his cock as you go.

You suck his cock with purpose, finding out what gets him going very easily, and putting a stop to it before he goes too far. He's a whining mess, breathing hard and husky, his voice coming out in a quiver as he speaks your name, begging you. When you think he's had as much as he can take right now, your lips satisfyingly pop off his cock, and you look him in the eyes, his cock beside your sweet face.

"Now that I've tasted you Dave...I think it's your turn to taste me..." Dave's eyes are heavy with want, but they widen as he realizes what you're getting at. Truly, you can't even believe you're so eager for him, but you've fought it for so long you can't anymore. You know what you want in this instance, and your body isn't letting your brain ruin this for you. You take off your bottoms, leaving you naked before him, his eyes grazing your body with need.

You put your knees on either side of his face, and Dave looks up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes as he stares up from under your pussy.. You worried a bit if he would shy away from it, some men can be afraid of eating women out, especially their first time doing it. But Dave has literally imagined over and over what it would be like to have you sit on his face and to eat you up like his life depended on it. And he does just that.

Without having to give him any pointers, he grabs your hips and presses your pussy onto his face, his tongue going to town right away. He begins with your clit first, sucking the whole thing right away, and you actually have to cry out, your thighs almost crushing his head.

"Sensitive! Wait!" Is all you can say, and Dave seems to get the memo, beginning to swirl his tongue around your clit, playing with it before lightly lapping at it, sometimes with his tongue pointed, others with it flat and tasting all of you. Dave is grateful he ever cared to look up online how to do this properly, even though at the time he never thought he would ever get to use this knowledge.

You're surprised when he even begins to tongue your wet hole, playing with you there before dragging his tongue back up to play with your clit. He isn't perfect at it for his first time, and you likely won't cum from just this, but god does his tongue feel good down there. Dave is definitely not embarrassing himself in this catergory. He even presses your hips, pushing your pussy further on his face, practically suffocating under you from time to time, before releasing himself, his hot breath tickling your pussy. He looks up at you every so often with such a submissive look you can barely believe it. He loves being beneath you, you taking from him just how you like it. His cock is still hard and twitching, you reach back just to give it a feel and you can tell his cock has calmed enough you could probably get on top without him spilling in you right away.

"I want you inside me, Dave..." You whisper down at him, as you pull your pussy off him and he opens his eyes, completely drunk off your pussy, your wetness glistening on his lips.

"Anything you want..." He replies, his eyelids heavy and pleased with everything so far. He wants to make sure you're satisfied.

"In that case, I'm going to cum on your cock Dave...I need you to hold out til I'm finished..." You're voice is so soft, but commanding at the same time, which Dave is crazy for. You can see he's nervous about it still, worried he will disappoint and cum too early, but he nods with determination.

You move down, and position yourself over his red, hard cock. You look him in the eyes as you slowly lower yourself, his tip gliding in, stretching you out already.

"Fuck...." You moan out, your eyes closing as you take him inch by inch. He is completely enamored, watching you closely, and so confused as to how someone as hot and intimidating as you is fucking herself on his cock. You bite your messy lip as you find yourself struggling to fit him all, he makes you feel so full. When you finally do, you let yourself sit there for a moment and take it all in, enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.

"God, Dave...your cock is so big..." You murmur out and Dave can't believe you think his cock is big, he never realized that, he knew it wasn't small but somehow he had convinced himself he wasn't that big either.

Eventually, you begin rocking your hips, moving up and down as you both gasp from pleasure. You use your hands to steady yourself on his chest while your other hand begins to touch your sensitive clit, working it until it feels amazing, heat flooding you.

Dave holds onto your hips and helps you move on him, sometimes going slower to stop himself. He wants to fill you up so badly it hurts, his stomach and muscles are so tight, his arm muscles clenching and showing themselves as his big hands guide your hips. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the minute.

"Dave, you're going to make me cum..." You whisper out as you begin to feel it. Dave looks at you with worry, and asks you something you forgot to talk about before getting wrapped up on the heat of the moment.

"If you cum, I'm going to cum...do we need a condom?" He says, his brows furrowed. You thank god you are on reliable birth control right now.

"It's okay, I have birth control, go crazy..." You say off handedly, not expecting much change in reaction.

Somehow, hearing you tell him to 'go crazy' starts something in him. He almost hesitates, but there's something he really wants to try. You can tell by the look on his face that he is planning something, and with a slight nod you silently tell him to go for it.

Dave quickly lips you off his cock and effortlessly tosses you onto the bed face first. You gasp out, the power dynamic shifting in that moment. You didn't know he was that strong...

He grabs your hips and ass and pulls them into his cock, easily slipping back inside your wet folds and pushing himself so deep you had no idea he could even do that. You moan out his name and grip the pillows beneath you, suddenly feeling like the submissive one now.

"Fuck, Dave..." You breath out and shudder as he fucks you so deeply you can hardly breath right. "I didn't know you could be this...dominant..."

Dave almost chuckles at your comment, but he agrees silently. Something about you letting him fuck you like this has emboldened him, he grips you harder, playing with your ass as he goes. Squishing and squeezing it, enjoying the feel of it in his hands.

You move so one of your hands can be under you, fumbling for your wet clit once again. You moan out Dave's name loudly as he fucks you deeply, your ass bouncing against his thighs with satisfying slaps. Dave can feel you clenching as you get closer, and it's so hard for him to contain himself. He wants to spill inside you so badly, his face scrunches up from the thought, he has to bite his lip to think of something else, even if it's the pain of biting.

"Please...I can't hold on much longer..." He says between heavy breaths and calling your name.

You focus, finding the sweet spot and so lost in his cock fucking you that suddenly your legs are locking up as your pussy clamps down on his cock, your climax spilling over the edge as you moan Dave's name. Dave pounds you harder as you do this, needing to to keep up as you clench around him so tightly it makes it hard to fuck you. Almost as soon as you reach your peak, Dave is thrusting his final thrusts into you, his cum welling up and shooting off inside of you, making a total mess of your pussy. You cry out as he does this and Dave groans loudly, his body shaking and his cock twitching as it finishes releasing.

When he's done, he stays there for a moment before carefully pulling out, his cum dripping onto the bed, and the tip of his cock so sensitive he has to rush to pull the end out so it doesn't hurt.

Dave doesn't even care anymore about being shy with you, he pulls you onto him and snuggles onto your hair, taking deep breaths.

"That was amazing...I can't believe you let me do that..." He whispers into your hair, he could almost cry from how emotional and raw he feels right now, but he holds it back as best he can, not wanting to cry during sex even though you wouldn't have held it against him anyways.

He holds you for a long time, and during that time you can't even speak, the afterglow of your breath and sweaty bodies speaking for itself. You never wanted to let Dave in, and now here you are, full of his cum and sore from his cock, while you lay naked in his bed, cuddling. You end up blocking out any negative thoughts, and realize that it was so worth it. You move and snuggle into his neck, petting his chest, and musing lightly into his skin.

"I'm glad I came over, Dave..." You end up saying, because that's how you feel about all of this. Dave pets your hair and laughs lightly.

"I'm glad you came over too..."

There's no way that history project is getting done tonight.

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🧡 This is war, Levi 🧡

🔎Summary: Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?

👥️Characters: Leviathan x gender neutral MC.

⚠️Warnings: Self-loathe, low self-esteem, insecurities. But, mainly Fluff.

📝 Note: I sped run the current event: "The phantom butterflies" 🦋, and I am so happy that Levi shined like the strong demon man he is (although I'm disappointed there was no smooching). Heck! We even got to tell him he was cool! We need more opportunities to give him some words of affirmation. He deserves it. So here I am with a fluffy text for our favorite otaku demon.

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Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?

You ask yourself this question mentally as you see your crush playing a videogame. You sigh. You've been so good at flirting, giving him presents, droping all the little obvious hints that you are in love with him, inviting him over your room and snuggling to him, kissing his cheek or hugging him, even dropping little compliments like —Levi, you are so cool— or —You're so handsome Levi, why would you say you aren't?—; but his replies are always so sad: —Eh? Did I hear that right? N-no! This is a dream: who would like a yucky otaku like me!— or —I must be hallucinating, someone pretty like you could never think that of an otaku like me. Wait! I- I didn't mean to say you're pretty! Ah! But it's not like I don't think you're pretty, you are! In fact, you're gorgeous. No! But I don't think so! Well, I do, but I don't- UGH!!—. As usual, he always runs away and hides. You end up confused and unhappy. What else do you need to do to come across clearly?

As you watch his every skilled hand movements on the controller, you realize how frustrated you feel. A new emotion emerges from within you, as you understand how incredibly sad this is for both of you; and at the same time, this frustration leads to anger: how many times do you have to drop the hints, say those true compliments, insinuate him your intentions? No more!

A spark goes free and sets you on fire from within: and you respond to this flame with a wonderful idea: —It's on, now—, you think: —This is war, Levi—. If he can't understand it with kindness, he will understand it with a much more aggressive approach. This is a war now, a war that you're sure you'll win, one in which your enemy is Levi's poor self-esteem and loathing. The tactic? You will bombard him with words of love, affection, and compliments until he can no more. The war-zone: his own territory; he won't be able to run away today, after all, he's cornered in his own bedroom and you're blocking the door, there's no chance that he can get away from you this time. And, of course, by the end of this epic battle, you'll be the winner, and he will finally understand your feelings!

—Hey, Levi...— you start.

—Yeah?—, he answers, not a single second wasted looking at other things than the screen in front of him.

—I think you look so cool when playing videogames—, you say with a devilish smile.

Leviathan freezes, —Eh?—, he pauses the game and looks at you perplexed. —Wh-What did you just say? I must have heard you wrong—, he chuckles nervously.

—You didn't. I do think you look cool playing videogames—, your facial expression is serious but not hard. You mean it.

Levi, on the other hand, starts to feel dizzy, his cheeks get rosy, eyes widen, and his heart pounds a million km per hour. —Y-You do?—, trying to find some ease, he returns to his self depreciation: —Well, y-yeah. After all, that's all an otaku like me can do: be good at videogames—.

—Oh, but it's not only videogames, it's also how cool you are in general, you know?—.

—W-WHAT?!—

—Oh yeah. Like when you summon Lotan or control water with your magic. Or like when you do repairs in my computer. Oh! Or when you craft your own cosplay outfits! All you do is super cool to me...—.

Leviathan starts to retreat slowly from the pillow he was sitting on to the corner of his room, loosing his sanity, face red as a tomatoe; but you follow him every step of the way, moving from your pillow crawling after him. Slowly remarking his good characteristics.

—You are the Devildom's Grand Admiral! That's so cool!—.

—I-It's just a tittle, it means nothing—.

—Not anyone gets a title like that. And you can also control water; that's such a big power you have—.

—I-It isn't that d-d-difficult!—

—No—, you shake your head —I bet it is—. You continue: —Besides that, you're one of the most powerful demons? That's so cool, Levi—.

—N-No. I'm not that strong, though—.

—I bet there's a reason for that, and it's probably because you are indeed strong... and reliable—.

—H-Hey! MC, wh-what are you doing?—, Levi asks, embarrassed and clearly threatened.

—I think you should know by now, Levi—.

—Know wh-what?—.

—How much I like you!— you say, and continue —Your purple hair, and your orange eyes, the fact that you look so good in anything you wear...—.

—Look good?! I'm a yucky otaku!—.

—That's not true! You're an otaku, AND you're handsome—.

—Handsome?!—.

Finally, Levi hits his back against the glass of his enormous fish tank and continues his rant —MC? Are you ok? Are you sick? Maybe a curse? I don't think it's possible for you to think this way about me—.

—Why not?—, you question his own belief as you play with the collar and zipper of his coat, having him against the wall (literally).

—W-well, an otaku like me... You know, it's disgusting—. His body tenses as he feels part of you on top of him. He has nowhere to escape to, other than his defense mechanism: finding a "logical" explanation on why it can't be that you love him.

—What makes you disgusting exactly?—, you ask seriously.

—You know! I'm an otaku who is obsessed with video games, anime, and manga, s-so...—.

—But I like those things too. Do you find me disgusting?—.

—NO!— Levi shouts. —You're beautiful!—, he confesses but immediately realizes his words and his embarrassment grow higher. He hides his face behind his hands and, in a quiet voice, admits: —I can't believe I said that—.

You grin, happy to have your crush exactly where you wanted him to. Your hunch proven right: yes, he loves you back. He's just insecure. Gently, you take his hands in yours. Surprised and confused, Levi watches you as you move his hands from his face and entangle your fingers with his.

—Tell me Levi...—, you feel the rush of blood run up to your pretty face, embarrassment filling your mind; but you continue determined: —What else do I need to do so you finally notice me? So you can finally understand how much I love you?—.

Leviathan's eyes widen in surprise.

—You are so cool, Levi, and so handsome, and so nice to me. I love you—, you confess. Then, you shorten the distance between you two, slowly, letting him know that you want to kiss him and yet respecting his heart, so you ask —Can we kiss?—.

Levi frees his hands from yours and place them softly on your cheeks, kissing you tenderly, almost as if you were an ethereal crystal that could break easily. You smile through his kiss and reciprocate with another when he's about to separate his lips from you.

Shortly after, with your eyes still close, you ask—Levi, how do you feel about me?—.

Finally, gathering all his strength, which surely will cost him years of his life span, he yells nervously: — I-I-I... I LOVE YOU TOO!—.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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pls could write a Jude Bellingham x reader YN is Jobes best friend since they were like 5 and YN moved next door, she always had a crush on Jude and everyone could tell but he always turned her down and then he sees her tryna move on and he’s like what’d u think ur doing

WC: 2.8k Ever since I was born pretty much I've known the Bellinghams. When I was born Jude was a little over a year old and then Jobe was born about a year after that. Our parents were friends before any of us were born and they lived just down the road from each other so all of us have been around each other pretty much from the day we were born. As we grew up I only became closer with both Jude and Jobe but as we've gotten older I have gotten closer to Jobe as he's around more and I just feel like I have more in common with him than I do with Jude as he's older so he can always do things before we can.

One of the other reasons I think I'm not as close with Jude is because I've had a crush on him for a while, when he moved away to go and play in Germany my feelings for him started to change. It seemed like he became a man all of a sudden, he wasn't the Jude I used to know from when we were in our early teens he was different, all of a sudden he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Whenever he came home all I could do was admire him and the muscles he'd clearly been working hard to get as well as his face which just seemed so perfect. It was obvious to everyone that I has a crush on Jude even Jobe made fun of me a few times for fawning over his brother. There came a time when Jude sat me down and tried letting me down gently saying that he thought we were better off as friends which hurt a hell of a lot at the time but I've since got over that disappointment.

Sadly I never got over my feelings for Jude instead I just distracted myself with other guys who were nowhere near as good as Jude and honestly half of them I didn't even really like but it was only a bit of harmless flirting I never went any further as I just didn't want to. I know one day I'll meet a guy I love as much if not more than Jude and then I'll be happier than I am now pining over a guy that doesn't even like me back. It's been a while since I've seen Jude as he's been so busy with the end of the season which has actually helped me quite a lot as not seeing him and trying not to pay much attention to things he posts has kept him out my mind. All of this has been on purpose too as my birthday is today and I didn't want to only be thinking about Jude on my birthday.

With it being my 18th birthday all my friends have convinced me to go out clubbing with them. They've all turned 18 already and have been out quite a few times and they want me to join them. There has been times they've tried to convince me to get a fake id but I refused as I'm not bothered about going out plus it wouldn't work anyway as quite a few people here know who I am because of my friendship with Jude and Jobe so I never bothered. Sadly Jobe can't come and enjoy my birthday with me as he's not 18 yet but I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him as he said he didn't want to not see me on my birthday. We've spent all of our past birthdays together and I couldn't be the one to ruin that tradition plus I think I'll enjoy spending the day with Jobe more than I will then going out.

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As it's my birthday I wanted to sleep in for a bit longer than I usually would but that didn't happen as the sound of my phone notifications woke me up. When I looked at it my home screen was flooded with notifications of texts and Instagram posts from my friends. I answered a few texts before there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum came in with breakfast for me which she'd spent her morning making. She had to go to work but she promised that she'd give me my presents later before I go out which didn't bother me as I don't need any presents I just want to enjoy my birthday.

Once my mum had left I went back to looking at my phone and replying to people, at some point I went on Instagram and saw that Jude had tagged me on his story and I don't think I've ever clicked on a notification so quickly. He had posted a picture of the two of us from when we were younger covered in mud from where we'd been playing outside in the rain with a caption wishing me a happy birthday. It made me feel all warm inside that he bothered to post something instead of just texting me as he doesn't post much that isn't to do with football.

After I'd caught up on my notifications I got myself out of bed and got ready so I could go and see Jobe. He wanted me to go to his so I text him just before I left the house so he'd be expecting me. Seeing as its only a few minutes down the road I was happy to walk plus it's such a nice day that I wanted to get outside and soak up the sun even if it's only for a few minutes. When I arrived I didn't even get the chance to knock on the door before it swung open and Jobe tackled me straight into a hug. Jobe has always been like this with me we are just so close that we are always excited when we get to spend time together especially on special days like birthdays. Eventually he let go of me and allowed me inside but he quickly covered my eyes as he said he had a surprise waiting for me in the living room. I was a bit nervous as you never know what a Jobe surprise will be but I had a bit of faith that he wouldn't do anything I'd hate on my birthday.

It felt like we walked forever but eventually we stopped and Jobe instructed me to open my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust but when they did the first thing I saw was a smiling Jude sat on the sofa. If it were possible my jaw would've hit the floor as Jude wasn't supposed to be home he was supposed to still be in Germany for another week but there he was and I definitely wasn't seeing things.

"Happy birthday y/n/n" Jude said

"What are you doing here I thought you still had to be in Germany" I questioned

"You didn't think I'd miss your 18th did you plus I may have lied to be able to surprise you" he said

"I'm so happy you're here it's been ages since I've seen you" I said

He got up and gave me a hug before ushering me to sit down while him and Jobe ran off somewhere. They came back a minute later holding far too many presents which they piled on my lap so that I couldn't move anymore. I tried telling them off for getting me so many unnecessary presents but they insisted that it was necessary as in their words you only turn 18 once. Seeing as they were both so excited about it I opened the presents in whatever order they agreed on which did involve a bit of arguing but we got there in the end. They got me so many nice things that made me feel so loved but also a bit bad as I could never afford to do the same for them.

"Thank you guys so much I really appreciate everything but you shouldn't have gotten me so much I'll never be able to top or even match that" I said

"It's ok we don't need you to do anything for us we just love having you around" Jobe said

"Aww you're going to make my cry" I said

"Don't cry instead tell me what you've got planned for today" Jude said

"Well first I'm hanging out with you guys but then my friends convinced me to go out tonight" I said

"Is it just you and your friends going?" Jude asked

"Yeah me and I think 3 of the girls the rest can't make it" I said

"Well I'm coming with you whether you like it or not I'm not letting you go out for the first time without someone to keep you safe" he said super seriously

"I'll be fine Jude I won't even drink that much" I said

"I don't care it's not safe for you to be going out with just a few of your friends I promise I'll leave you be I just can't let you go alone" he said

"Fine you can come but be prepared the girls will go crazy" I laughed

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I spent the rest of the day with Jude and Jobe just hanging out like we used to do all the time when we were a bit younger. They even got me a cake which they definitely aren't supposed to eat with their diet but they did and made me promise not to tell anyone. A bit later I had to leave to get ready but not before Jude cornered me to make me promise to text him when I was ready to go and he'd come over so we could go together. I was still anxious about him coming as for one I don't want to get drunk and say something stupid to him but also I didn't want him to be on my mind all night. Tonight was supposed to be the night I get to let go and enjoy myself and maybe find a guy I like to flirt with but I feel like I can't do that with Jude around as my mind will be on him the entire time. I appreciate his concern about me going out but I can handle myself and I'd be fine without him. That being said it's been a long time since I've really spent any time with him so it will be nice to have Jude there.

Once I was home and getting ready I was texting my friends to get their opinion on my outfit as I don't really know what to wear out. They helped me get it down to two options but once I told them Jude was coming they picked the shorter tighter dress straight away as they know I like Jude so I guess they are being good friends. Seeing as they picked a nice dress I decided to go all out on my hair and makeup too and if I do say so myself I looked pretty good. After I'd done a few touch ups I text Jude to let him know I was ready and headed downstairs to put my shoes on as I knew he'd be a few minutes.

Jude arrived and honked the horn of his car to get me to go outside (let's just pretend he can drive) so I made my way to the car slowly trying to not fall over with my heels on the gravel of the driveway. Jude must've noticed my struggle as he got out the car and helped me into the passenger side of the car.

"You look beautiful" he said

"Thank you" I said feeling my cheeks turn pink

"You know you don't have to drive if you want to drink we can get an Uber" I said

"No it's ok I won't drink I'm only going to make sure you and you're friends are ok" he said

"They're all really excited that your coming I think they might spend more time with you than they will with me" I laughed

"I won't let them you'll barely notice I'm there" he smiled

We arrived at the club and true to his word Jude disappeared as soon as I was with my friends although he did instruct me to put any drinks I had on a tab he'd make for me as he didn't want to me pay for anything on my birthday. He'd gone before I could argue with him so I didn't bother I just did exactly what he told me to and got myself a drink before heading to dance with my friends. As I was dancing my friends told me that there was a guy who wouldn't stop staring at me so I managed to sneak a glance in his direction and he was actually really cute. He noticed me looking at him and shot me a smile before making his way over.

Straight away he complimented me but not just on my outfit which made me let down my guard a little bit as I could tell he was genuinely interested in me. Once he found out it was my birthday he wished me a happy birthday and offered to buy me a drink which I was happy to accept. As we both sipped on our drinks we started properly talking and we just got on like a house on fire. We actually had a few things in common and he was such a nice guy that it was hard not to get along with him. Once we finished our drinks he took me back to the dance floor and we danced together. To begin with he didn't have his hands on me but I grabbed his arms and put his hands on my waist as I was feeling little more confident than usual.

I was really enjoying myself dancing and laughing with this guy my mind was only thinking about him and not about Jude at all. It's been so long since I've thought about any guy in front of me and not compared him to Jude, it was honestly so nice to have finally found a guy that made me forget about Jude and that clearly had the same feelings that I did. My enjoyment was short lived though as not long after I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, I was about to punch the person until I got a look at them and realised it was Jude and honestly I still kind of wanted to punch him as he was supposed to leave me be and I was actually enjoying myself.

He dragged me all the way out of the club and back to the car which is when he finally let go of his grip on my arm and I just stared at him. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a good few moments until I decided I wanted to go back in if he wasn't going to talk but as soon as I turned around he grabbed my arm again and brought me back to face him. Again the staring ensued and I was really starting to get annoyed.

"What's going on Jude if you aren't going to say anything let me go I was enjoying my time with that guy" I said

"I can't let you go back in" he said hastily

"Tell me why then as I'm not going to stand here forever" I said

"Because I'm jealous ok I don't know why but seeing you with that guy made me realise that I've been lying to myself for a long time I do have feelings for you I've just been trying to tell myself I don't as I don't want to ruin our friendship" he admitted

"What you have feelings for me?" I questioned in complete disbelief

"Yeah I do I know that I made it seem like I didn't see you that way but I have had feelings for a while I just didn't want to change things between us or make things awkward with you and Jobe as I know how close you both are but I can't keep lying I want to be with you y/n" he said

"I think it's pretty clear that I still have feelings for you and I really want to give us a go I know it will be different but let's be honest Jobe’s been wishing we'd get together for ages so I'm sure everything will be ok" I said

"Then will you be my girlfriend officially?" He asked

"I would love to" I smiled

"Now let's go and have some proper fun" he said taking my hand to lead me back inside

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #football imagine

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atlasofthestaars · 6 months

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Hello! Is it ok, if you do request's, can you do a Raiden x reader, the reader is a student at the Wu shi academy, she has powers, which are water control, she fight's and heal's with them and she is really kind. Also I love the 'New Era' story is so amazing, you are amazing! Keep up the good work!

NOTE:

Yet again I am back at it again for requests. Slowly trying to get through them, sorry they take forever </3

Also I didn’t have too much of an idea for this??? So sorry if it’s a bit short haha I tried my best here but sorry if it's not the best!

A HELPING HAND [RAIDEN X READER]

To Raiden, lightning and water shouldn’t mix. And yet there was nothing more he wanted than to be by your side.

“Raiden. You’re staring. Again.” Kung Lao groaned, looking at his friend who was staring very, very obviously at you. A mixture of amusement and annoyance, mostly annoyance at this point, was on Kung Lao’s face. It wasn’t as if he was jealous or angry at his friend, far from it. He was really happy about the fact that his friend had finally found someone to like, or honestly at this point, love.

He was just really, really fed up with how distracted his friend would get. Half of their conversations of late would be about you. Would you like this thing? Would you think he would be cool if he did this trick? And by the elder gods, don’t get Kung Lao started with how Raiden would act whenever you were in the same room. His eyes looked back and forth between his friend, who he swore had hearts in his eyes, and you.

You were sparring with another student, practicing using your water magic. Water would surround you in a protective shield before it lashed out to attack the other student. It would slash at the other student with striking speed before it would flow downwards and try to trip them up. The way the water was controlled was honestly pretty mesmerizing, but Raiden was more focused on you rather than the water.

“Really?” Raiden asked, snapping out of his daze. He blinked furiously as he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake off the grip you had on him. Obviously, it was not going well. His eyes shifted away from you in the most reluctant way ever as they landed on Kung Lao. His friend raised his eyebrow as he tilted his head. “Was I really?”

“Yeah. For like, the third time today.” Kung Lao pointed out, an exasperated look on his face. He looked up towards the sky to see the sun still blazing high in the sky. It wasn’t even noon yet. The razor hatted man crossed his arms as he squinted at his friend, trying to assess him. “Tell me, why don’t you just…tell her?” He inquired, as it was the most obvious solution in the world. Which it kind of was.

“I can’t just do that!” Raiden protested, looking over to his lifelong friend. An expression of shock was on his face, as if Kung Lao had just asked him to bury a body instead of asking out his crush. The look Kung Lao gave his friend was the very definition of exhaustion. This was one of the rare few times that Kung Lao was sending Raiden that look instead of the other way around.

“And why not?” He asked, his head tipping forward. His eyebrows raised as he bore his eyes into his hopeless friend. Raiden’s face flushed as he floundered to find a proper reason to give his friend. He looked up, to the right, then the left, and just anywhere but the accusing stare Kung Lao was giving him. He was almost tempted to look back at you, but then he realized that would only get him in more hot water.

“Yeah, I gotta agree Thunder Lad, why don’t you?” Johnny cut into the conversation. The actor, with all the swagger of a man who has already been in plenty of relationships, strode up to the two. He tipped his glasses downwards to look at the Earthrealm champion eye to eye. A wide grin spread across his face. “It’s easy! Trust me.” He insisted with a wink.

“First off, you know I hate that nickname, Johnny.” Raiden pointed out, giving the actor a short lived glare. The American groaned, rolling his eyes as he pressed his glasses up. He grumbled something about how no one appreciates good names these days. Raiden and Kung Lao both ignored this sentiment, clearly disagreeing with it. “And I can’t do it. When I see her I just…”

“Help but gawk until a fly flies into your mouth?” Kenshi added, strolling up to join the group. Raiden sighed at the utter betrayal. He thought out of all his friends, Kenshi would understand his plight. Especially since he also had Suchin. But then again, Raiden supposed, he actually had Suchin. “Raiden, I’m blind I can see that you are head over heels for her.” Kenshi pointed out, and Raiden felt his face heat up again.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” Raiden inquired, tilting his head downwards to hide the color on his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. The collective silence from the group said more about the situation than they already did or could say. Miserably, the champion felt his cheeks heat up even more. He was Earthrealm’s champion, he had taken down plenty of seasoned warriors. And yet the biggest challenge for him was this crush.

“Twelve o’ clock.” Johnny called out followed with a short whistle, catching the attention of the group. Raiden lifted his head up, looking to try and see what the traitor of his friend had meant. Then, he froze. You were approaching. Raiden felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs as he saw your radiant smile. Are you sure you didn’t control the sun as well?

“Hey guys!” You greeted, walking right up to the quartet. Raiden was unable to keep himself from looking at the water drops that were left on your face as a result of your training. How prettily they framed your face and how they ran down your face until they…oh. The man had to pretend to cough to look down and conceal his face which had a blush on it.

A collective chorus of greetings was heard from the group. Both Kung Lao and Johnny glanced over to their friend who had stumbled on his greeting, a teasing look in their eyes. Kenshi would have that same look as well, but he was, well, blind.

“Do you know where the towels are?” You inquired, eyes searching the group. You wiped the remnants of the water droplets away from your skin, flicking them away. “I wanted to bring my training partner some, since well, training with me can get someone soaked.” Raiden couldn’t help but admire how you were always thinking of someone. How could someone be so kind?

“We don’t.” Kung Lao quickly said, and your face fell a tiny bit. The champion of Earthrealm turned to give his friend a puzzled look. Certainly those three knew where the towels were, they’ve been here far too long to not know. But just as quickly, a wide grin appeared on the razor hatted man’s face as he gestured to Raiden. “Luckily for you, Raiden does!”

“Great!” You exclaimed. Raiden’s brain faltered for a moment, failing to realize the betrayal of his friend before it was far too late. With a push that was a little more aggressive than needed, Johnny pushed him towards you. As his brain finally caught up with the situation, he could only offer you an awkward smile. You didn’t seem to notice it, instead giving him another one of your lovely smiles in return. “Lead the way, Raiden!”

Raiden could listen to you saying his name all day.

“Of course.” He said, nodding. He led you away, he tried his best to ignore the stares his friends were boring into him. He got the message very well enough, this was his moment to make his move. Raiden was glad he was the one leading, so he could be in front and you did not have to see how flustered he was around you. The Earthrealm champion didn't have more mortification than he already had.

The hallway you two entered was safe from the judgemental eyes of his friends. It was quiet, the near silent creak of the floorboards under both of your feet interrupting the silence. For a moment, Raiden turned back just to make sure you were still following. Then, in the very next moment, his breath got caught as he saw the sight of you highlighted by the light filtering in through the windows.

How could someone look so beautiful?

“Thanks for showing me the way! I still get lost here sometimes, and I didn’t want to keep my training partner waiting.” You chirped, your tone bright as usual. Raiden’s mind immediately raced with the possibilities of what to say in response to you. Would a simple you’re welcome suffice? Or should he open up conversation so he could finally confess to you like his friends were always bugging him to do?

Raiden’s heart raced at the simple thought of confession. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that you could have feelings back, it wasn’t like he was a complete stranger to him. Far from it, in fact. The two of you were friends, at the very least. It had started that way, but then as Raiden talked more and more with you, the more and more he was captivated.

You were like the living embodiment of sunshine. You always knew how to cheer him up when he was down. You knew the right words to encourage him and keep his spirits. You were so you and Raiden adored it. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t pointed out the way he’s been acting around you lately, but then again he supposed it’s because you’re far too nice to do so.

Raiden, having been too caught up in his thoughts, cleared his throat as he realized he was staring right back at your expectant gaze.

“Of course, anything for you.” He told you before he realized that he may have been a little too honest. “I saw you training, you’ve made such impressive improvements.” Raiden complimented quickly, trying to distract you from the little bit of truth he had let out. He quickly felt proud of himself at the change as he saw your eyes light up.

“You saw me?” You inquired, a look of excitement appeared on your face. Raiden mentally took a picture of it and locked it away in his heart. What he wouldn’t do to see you smiling like that for just him. “I’m glad you did! Do you have any tips for me?” You continued, walking a bit faster to match Raiden’s strides now.

“Well…” Raiden began to tell you some tips, feeling much more relaxed. Your drive to improve was admirable and something he shared, not to mention how it felt more natural to talk to you now about fighting rather than to fight his own feelings.

When the both of you ended up at the closet, Raiden felt a hint of sadness over it. You two were having a lovely conversation. You gave a delighted hum as you opened the door, swinging it wide open. Thankfully for him, he dodged the far too enthusiastic door opening, saving himself from what would surely be a bruise. He grabbed the door, holding it open for you.

“Hey, can you help me carry these?” You called out from inside the closet, your voice just the tiniest bit muffled. Raiden peeked in, seeing the huge stack of towels you held in your arms. The stack was so high it covered your face. With a nod that was perhaps too eager to someone who couldn’t even see it, he walked right into the closet. Anything to help you. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Raiden replied, his hands brushing yours as he grabbed the stack. He couldn’t tell whether he had accidentally used his amulet or touching you was simply that electric. He was hoping it was the latter, so he didn’t accidentally shock you. The Earthrealm champion leaned to the side to send you his best smile, the apples of his cheeks just the tiniest bit pink.

THUD!

Jumping at the sudden noise, Raiden let out a grunt as he, somehow, collided his head with a shelf. His hat fell to the ground behind him. For a man who had been trained in martial arts for most of his life, he found himself oddly clumsy around you. That probably didn’t help charm you. The man then noticed how much darker the room had gotten. Whirling around, he noticed the fact that the closet door was now closed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, peering over to Raiden with another stack of towels in your arms. Raiden craned his head back, hoping that the little bump with the shelf didn’t leave an embarrassing mark. He felt his face grow warmer at the idea of it.

“Yes!” He answered a little too quickly, nodding. He could practically hear his trio of friends groaning over how he was fumbling a little too often. “I was just surprised by the noise.” He explained. Shifting the towel stack, he raised a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his forehead. Maybe he hit the shelf a little harder than he expected.

“Do you need me to heal you?” You asked, peering at the man as he continued to rub at the part of his forehead where he had collided with the shelf. Raiden’s heart fluttered at the concern you held for him, but he shook his head quickly.

“I’m good.” He told you, wincing as he rubbed his forehead just a tad too hard. “I can just ice it when we get out.” The champion stepped forward to grab the handle of the closet. He turned it, only to find resistance. A sudden stab of worry hit him as he attempted to turn the handle only to no avail. Ah. He forgot this closet had a nasty habit of jamming. Quickly, he tried turning it more to try and see if he could get it unstuck.

“Everything good?” You asked, stepping close to Raiden to see what was happening. He swallowed nervously, feeling you press close against him. It only made sense that you came close since it was dark in here, but did you really have to stand that close? He could feel your warmth as you leaned against him just the tiniest bit to look over. His hand squeezed the knob tightly.

“Yes, well no.” Raiden said, fumbling once more over his words. He looked towards you offering you the most reassuring smile he could. “I forgot this closet gets stuck sometimes.” He explained, jiggling the knob once more to showcase his point. “So it seems we’re stuck here.” He told you with a small sigh.

“Ah, I guess my partner will just have to figure out a way to dry himself then.” You lamented, sighing as you put down the stack of towels back where you retrieved it from. You took the stack of towels from Raiden as well, putting it back where it had come from. “Come here, let me look at where you hit your head.”

Raiden complied, there was no point in avoiding it. Your touch was gentle, featherlight. It was as if a ghost had brushed his forehead, and he questioned if you even really touched him. Then, he winced as you pressed against his forehead.

“Yeah, that will definitely bruise.” You muttered, squinting at the area your fingers touched. Raiden couldn’t help but stare at you. Your look of concentration was simply captivating. Your narrowed eyes, your pursed lips,..Raiden had to avert his eyes for a moment to compose himself. His cheeks were far too warm, and if you were paying attention you’d even see the tips of his ears grow the tiniest bit red. “Here.”

With a wave of your hand, water was summoned. It wrapped around your hand pulsing a soft aquamarine. You lifted your hand to press it against Raiden’s forehead. No matter how many times he has watched or experienced your healing, it never fails to impress. A wave of calm washed over him, and his eyes fluttered shut.

He wasn’t sure if the healing or just being around you made him feel better.

“There!” You said, withdrawing your hand. The water disappeared and you clapped your hands together with a large grin. “Do you feel better?” You asked, peering at him with wide eyes that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but return your enthusiastic grin as he nodded. “Good!”

You peered at him for a moment afterwards, and Raiden couldn’t help but question whether he did something wrong or not. Then he watched as you knelt to grab his hat before placing it delicately upon his head. You fixed it, making sure it fit just right.

“There we go.” You murmured, a satisfied look on your face. “I like your hat. It suits you.” You told him, tilting your head to look at him once more. Raiden felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach at the compliment. He never thought too much of his favorite hat and how it suited him, but now there was nothing more he wanted to do than just wear it for you. “Now let’s see if I can get the door unlocked!” You said, stepping past him.

You hummed with delight as the door swung open easily. You turned around and gestured to it.

“Guess I have the magic touch!” You let out a small laugh as you propped the door open with your foot. “Hand me the towels, would you?” You asked, and Raiden happily complied, still on cloud nine after your compliment. “Thanks!” You said, your arms now filled with the fluffy towels. You shifted contemplatively, glancing at the man before you beckoned him over.

“What do you need?” Raiden asked, stepping close as your gaze shifted from the towels to him again. You grinned at him before you leaned close and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek. He stood there in shock, pink beginning to bloom across his face. He barely registered the words you said before you dashed off, a warmth on your face too.

“Let’s go have a date at Madam Bo’s sometime!”

“I thought you said you were above using Sento for that kind of stuff.” Johnny huffed as he crossed his arms, looking towards the blindswords man. Kenshi simply shrugged as he sheathed his magical sword, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, normally, but it was hard seeing him dance around his emotions like that. And I can’t even see.” Kenshi quipped as before he put his hand out. “Now pay up, she made the first move.” A groan arose from both Kung Lao and Johnny as they reluctantly handed over the money.

“This is basically robbery, we Shaolin live modestly!” Kung Lao complained.

“What are you guys doing here?” Raiden asked as he walked up to the group, the hints of pink still remaining on his cheeks. Immediately, he was bombarded with complaints of how he didn’t make the first move. “How do you guys know that?” He asked, his face filling with color once more. Unfortunately for the champion, his question was lost on deaf ears as the actor and his life long friend continued to berate him.

Not knowing what to do, Raiden looked around, only to spot you out of a window. It seemed that you saw him too, your grin growing wider as you waved at him. He waved back with a dazed look on his face, earning more complaints from the duo. You smiled as you blew him a kiss.

He was definitely looking forward to that dinner.

#mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #raiden x reader #raiden #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk raiden #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat #one shot #fluff

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kanmom51 · 10 months

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The terms JK has used to describe JM

You don't realize there are so many terms JK used to describe JM until you start digging. I tried. I honestly did. To bunch them all together into one post. But I 100% know that I've missed something, forgot something on the way. So, I apologize in advance for that.

But then, I went to all the trouble to create this post, so what am I apologizing for?

Lol.

Just know there is probably more that I missed (and probably the most obvious I should have remembered off the batt - shame on me).

Let's get started, why don't we?

Nice

This is a term JK used to describe JM multiple times.

JK 15 June 2015:

Well, damn.

What do I do with this one?

I like JM's personality - he's nice, he treats me well.

I find JM attractive - his eyes are really beautiful when he smiles (not pretty, not beautiful, but "really beautiful" was his choice of words).

I find JM charming - no one can match his charm among the members.

If I were a girl I would want to date JM.

In one go we have:

Nice

Attractive

His eyes really beautiful when he smiles.

Charming.

And to top it up, we have A declaration of intent.

Charming

Well, just look above you, we have the charming.

But also:

Cute

This one is one we get on repeat.

And you know what? No wonder it is, given cute IS JK'S TYPE.

So, what has JK found cute about JM?

His toes.

His pinky

His sneezes.

His existence.

Gave JM the cute award.

Here you will find many more JM cute mentions:

And yep, there we go again.

And because we established JK's type is CUTE, then let's enjoy this too, why don't we?

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Pretty

Pretty eyes:

Notice the use of the term REALLY both times he talks about JM's eyes? Really beautiful and really pretty are the terms he used.

Very pretty.

Pretty. Period.

Sexy

Sexy expression.

and this:

Which until this day I do not understand how he got away with.

"Ohhh! Jimin's sexy."

Exclamation mark of course.

Black swan JM sexy (oh, and elegant too):

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And let's go out with a bang, why don't we?

Extremely sexy.

No. It wasn't enough to say that JM is sexy. Nope. He's extremely sexy!! Listen to JK. He definitley knows.

His final looks ranking

Now, you see, JK used to have to do these in the early years. Have to because he was asked to in interviews and shows. And in the early years he was a little/big shit, and used to rank JM last. I do think he had his reasons for it (didn't want to show his crush, didn't want to rank the older hyungs last, JM was the one he was closest with and it was easier for him to maybe apologize later on or maybe he thought he could make it up to him later), but whatever they were, what he did was inexcusable, because he really hurt JM by doing this (you clearly see it in the last ranking he was asked to do in 2014). Sadly, I'm not sure he was mature enough to understand it yet. In early 2015 he was asked about it, why he ranks JM last? Is JM really unattractive in his opinion? And his immediate answer was no. That he did it for laughs. Again, not understanding how hurtful it was.

But you see, JK didn't think JM wasn't good looking. Quite the opposite. He even said it, just not loud enough, not where it had more of an impact (I mean, look at how those clips circulate and fans really do believe this is what JK thought back in the day while he obviously did not).

Do you see what I see?

"In BTS Jimin Park's role is being #1 in looks".

Peeps, this is way backsies in 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what JK thought about JM, not those stupid rankings where he thought he was there to entertain the audience delivering JM as the sacrificial lamb, maybe thinking JM's over the top reactions would be entertaining (outwards, cause he too thought he was there to entertain the audience and in the meantime was hurt to the core).

Before I move on to JK's final ranking in 2019, his "making things right for all to see and hear", I want to us to look a little more at that description JK wrote way back in 2015. You still see the hesitation not to give him a too outstanding mark in looks (he ranks him #1 in BTS but only gives him a 50 out of 100 mark). This could be him not wanting to show his crush or not wanting it to go to JM's head, lol. With the way JK was behaving, at times having to scrape his tongue off the floor and others having to adjust the jewels, I would say that in his head that mark was way higher than a 50, lol.

JM's charm points: eye smile, strong body, thighs (man has a thing for thighs too, we know that).

But our boy, he grew up. He matured. He understood. And he wanted to set things straight. Because to him, 2019 JK, JM ranked no. 1 in looks (surprise surprise) not on paper, but bringing it up as a question he 'happened' to pick, out loud. No real ranking was going on, it was only important for him for everyone to know that JM was #1.

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Cute, sexy, lovely

Just for funsies. The lethal combination.

Always no. 1 to him

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Now, this one is so much bigger than people give it. The way JK talks to JM, media room, all media outlets there, mid a sort of interview, there is a reason JM was trying to flee the scene, lol. JK calling him Jimin-ah like that, and following with "where you going?". This is his hyung, his elder, it's just not done, and most definitley not in the surroundings they were in. So yes, this one is big. JK dropping the honorifics calling him Jimin-ah, using a term of affection, and following it with "you're always no. 1 to me."

Handsome

he doesn't really use that term too much when it comes to JM.

But he did use it once that I can think of:

Maybe because it's a little detached, less personal. While pretty, especially a man calling another man pretty, that feels more personal. Pretty is not a term usually used to call a man, even more so by another man. This was back in 2015 and from the interaction we can see that JM was definitley not used to JK complimenting him. He got so flustered and felt there was an ulterior motive, which there was to start with, but definitley not after the success of JK's mission after the first time he called JM and got the "thank you" he was supposed to get.

Anyway, I can't for the life of me (getting old maybe) cannot think of another occasion, especially a later one, where JK calls JM handsome.

A fallen angel

Shameless:

When asked what he liked about JM who is sitting next to you, JK's answer was:

Not a description but when asked what part of JM's body is his favorite, JK's reply was:

His whole body.

This man is totally smitten.

And just incase after all of this you still don't think JK is head over heals for JM, I give you exhibit 20,171,108:

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#jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #terms jk used to describe jm #jk calling jm cute #jk calling jm sexy #jk calling jm pretty #Youtube

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My lab partner is dead, does that mean I get extra credit?

‘Why did she decide to take this class again?’ Barbara thought as she sat in her robotics class. She gave a sigh, ‘because that jerk that’s selling test answers is in this class and she needed to catch him in the act if she was going to report him’ she looked around as she entered the room, most of the seats in the room were taken but lucky for her there was a seat available with a perfect view of her target and the only other person sitting at that table seemed to be passed out so they won’t notice a thing. She made a beeline for the seat and started setting up her supplies, ‘its absolutely freezing right here’ she looked up to see the vent above her. ‘We’ll that explains why no one wanted to sit here’ she thought pulling out her jacket from her bag. She took out one last piece of equipment, a gift from Bruce, a pencil case with a camera on the end with a pen trigger. Her table mate had yet to move when the teacher entered, in fact it looked like he didn’t move at all, Barbara was close to checking his pulse until the teacher called his name for the third time “Daniel Fenton!” He jumped up and said here and she decides she must have been imagining things. When class started. For the most part Barbara ignore the sluggish teen next to her, and planned to do so for the rest of the semester, until her teacher announced lad partners that is. She reluctantly turned to Daniel and held out her hand “let’s work hard!” She said with a forced smile. He looked at her hand for a second before shaking her hand “sure” before laying his head back on the desk. Barbara sighs and decides to ask the teacher if she can trade partners at the end of class, then returns to her observing (spying) on Lloyd. Not noticing she wasn’t the only one observing her classmates.

After class let out Barbara approached the teaches desk, determined to get a new partner. She didn’t even get a chance to speak when the teacher stopped her. “I know what you’re going to say, and no you can’t switch all partner assignments are final unless I am given a valid cause.” Barbara sighed and headed for her locker. She just opened her locker when there was a thump on the other side of the door. She looked on the other side to find Daniel leaning against the next locker. “I’m in” she froze staring at her lab partner. It took her a moment to gather her thought before she asked “what exactly are you in”

“I don’t know why you’re spying on Lloyd, it’s pretty obvious you DONT have a crush on him, the look you just gave me proves it, so you’re planning something, I don’t care what it is but I’m in.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve been here for a grand total of what two days? Why do you want to help me?”

“Oh no offense but it has nothing to do with you. The dude tried to shove me in a locker my first day here. He’s a dick and I don’t know what he did to receive YOUR ire, but I’m sure he deserves it, so I’m in.”

Barbara freezes, Daniel tilts his head questioning. “Okay but this doesn’t change the fact that you better pull your weight in class and in this investigation.” Daniel laughs

“My weight may be half dead but I’d like to think I carry it pretty well.”

Barbara snorts “well then Daniel I do believe we have reached an accord. I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship”

“Please call me Danny, the only people who call me Daniel are typically trying to kill me.” He paused “well finish the job at least.” He says with a shrug

———

Miles away at Gotham city police department commissioner Jim Gordon felt a shiver creep up his spine

I will be adding more so keep an eye out this is just the beginning mwahahaha

#danny phantom #barbara gordon #dc x dp #ghost king danny #au #highschool detective team activate!#detective comics #Bruce Wayne #Lloyd sucks #I’m sorry to all the non sucky Lloyd’s out there but this one sucks

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Day 29 - Secret Admirer

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Makoto Niijima

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): Makoto being a secret admirer to someone is such a cute concept ngl.

It was another day and another of Makoto "reading" a magazine as she waited across from your locker to hear if you mentioned the recent gift from your secret admirer.

She's not in the same class as you, but you two have been friends for a while and she has (very obvious) feelings for you. Haru was the one that brought up how cute secret admirers are and so Makoto went with it because she doesn't have the confidence to confess to your face, at least not yet.

And so when she saw you walking over, the magazine went up to hide her face completely as she listened as you talked to another friend of yours. Makoto smiled as she heard you talking about the chocolates you found on your desk before holding back her sigh at hearing that you shared them with a close friend.

"I think you're pretty lucky to have a secret admirer," your friend says and Makoto smiles before it turns to a barely held back gasp at your response.

"I guess, but I feel a bit bad. I mean, you know I have a crush on someone else," you say, and Makoto wants to punch the locker next to her, but she holds it in.

After hearing your words, she somehow manages to stumble away as she tries to think about what you said. You have a crush on someone else? How long has that been going on? She's ready to have the self-doubt creep in, but she thankfully pushes it away and takes deep breaths to gather her thoughts and think.

Should she keep up the secret admirer schtick? She's been doing it for a month now. She hasn't heard or seen you looking annoyed with her gifts, but what if you're being polite? It's a tricky situation for her now that she knows your feelings for someone else. She ends up going to Haru for help.

"Oh, well the body would make good fertilizer!" Haru tells her cheerfully when Makoto mentions you said you have a crush on someone else. While concerning, it's nice to know how much of a ride or die Haru is. Makoto has to push aside the urge to mention some scientific facts about the human body to continue the conversation she wants to have.

"As tempting as it is to find out who the crush is, I just wonder if I should stop. Would it be suspicious if the gifts suddenly stopped arriving on their desk? But what if it has just been annoying?" Makoto asks, voicing some of the conflicting thoughts she had previously.

Haru gives a hum as she thinks, filling the silence as she continues watering the garden plants with Makoto helping when she can. "Maybe it's time to let them know that you're the admirer?" Haru suggests and Makoto hesitates a bit.

"I know I should, especially since I know the feelings aren't reciprocated." Makoto sighs and gives a bit of a wry smile. "Is it pathetic to be scared of doing that?"

"Of course not, Mako-chan! Here, I'll help you write the note to leave on this latest gift."

And Haru does and Makoto is very happy to have that support behind her because she doesn't know if she'd be able to do any of this without the help.

So now Makoto is waiting in the student council room. It's empty except for her. She was wondering if the library might be better or even somewhere outside of school, but the student council room is a safe space for her and she's comfortable here. The gift she gave you, something simplistic this time, had the note Haru helped her write to meet her here after school and she hopes you come.

She feels both relief and dread when you do. The dread doesn't last long, she knows that this is a conversation you should both have. Before she can say anything, you cut in.

"Makoto? You... You're not my secret admirer, are you?" She doesn't know if she should feel hurt at your question, but you don't look offended or upset that it's her. You do look surprised and she's not close enough to pick up on the fact that there's some hope in those eyes.

"I... I am," she admits finally. "It was easier to leave you gifts and messages on your desk instead of just talking to you. It's a bit childish, now that I think about it." She gives a smile at that idea.

"No, it was really sweet."

"I'm relieved you think so." And she is. It definitely helps with one of her insecurities of thinking she was being annoying. While she'd like to hear how you felt about her notes and gifts, she knows that getting to the point would be the best. "I heard that you have a crush on someone else. I hope my gifts, and such didn't get in the way or make things awkward for you," she says.

There's a pause from you and she is a bit worried with how long you're thinking up a response.

"Well," you finally speak up, "I do have feelings for someone... I just wasn't expecting that you were my secret admirer. You're always so cool and seem confident that the idea my crush is my secret admirer didn't even cross my mind," you admit, and she feels like now her brain is processing.

Makoto ends up chuckling at your words because this whole time she was telling herself that you liked someone else, and she did the same thing you did. She never thought your crush would be on her. And at voicing these thoughts, you laugh with her and she's feeling the happiest she has in a while.

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ikamigami · 1 year

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So about today's episode!

Oh Lord! Showrunners don't have any mercy for Sun... like no at all...

That was so unfair to rub reminder of Lunar's death and their argument before Lunar left the Daycare straight into Sun's face... Like holy moly! Sun truly deserves better...

Just like @basilbots said Sun wouldn't end the same way this Lunar ended being. But I'm 100% sure that showrunners tries to set up the bigger plot point in Sun's overall character arc. At first I thought that it's just only me stretching what was happening in the show and I was just stating wild theories about Sun and what could possibly happen to him. But things that are happening in the show prove me more and more that what awaits Sun is a tragedy...

Because it isn't only that Sun has low self-esteem and depression and that he blames himself for most of things that happened to his family. It's also that others more or less, alongside things that are happening, constantly remind Sun of his mistakes to the point that Sun might start to take them completely out of proportions, to treat his mistakes as something so horrendous and bad that they're just unforgivable. He may start to view his actions as some great decisive factor with bigger impact on what's happening than they actually have. I mean he already expressed to Earth that he thinks that he had much more control over things that was happening despite the obvious fact that Sun didn't have any control over what was going on with Moon. He didn't knew that Moon went to his own head and that he needs his magic to get out safely. Heck, he didn't even know that the bunker where Eclipse was had magic circle with Moon's mana pool. Moon had never talked with Sun about his own things. Moon didn't even talk with Sun about things regarding Sun. He was basically deciding about most of the things for Sun.

And to better get my point across let me explain you what impact the situation with Evil Lunar might leave on Sun. Because I saw that some of you realised the parallels between this conversation that Sun had with E Lunar and the conversation he had with our Lunar. And Sun also realised that this conversation is basically what happened between him and Lunar. But we know that isn't exactly the same situation just like @basilbots said. But it's pretty much obvious that Sun doesn't view this the same way we fans do. But there is also something else that Sun could take out from this encounter which is something more... dangerous to Sun's mental state and which I think fans didn't realise yet. What I'm trying to say is that I think that Sun might "realise" that what happened to the E Lunar might as well have happened to their Lunar. Sun might look at his actions towards Lunar disproportonally to what they truly caused. Because E Lunar said that "why do you think Lunar left? maybe he felt left out (pushed away), unwanted (unneeded)" or something along those lines. I think that Sun could easily read that as a "I'm not only responsible for Lunar's death but if Lunar was alive I could've easily pushed him over the edge" and I mean that Sun could easily "realise" that he could've been a reason for Lunar's mental breakdown which could end up with Lunar losing it. I hope that you understand what I'm trying to say here. Because I think that Sun might really see that he's actions have much more impact than they actually have.

I really doubt that Lunar would be completely safe from Eclipse's clutches if he didn't run away from the Daycare or I definitely don't think that how Sun acted towards Lunar in their fight would make Lunar so bitter to the point that Lunar would start lashing out on others or would try to get revenge on those who wronged him.

But I'm really afraid that Sun might start to view his actions as something that leave such a heavy impact on others or have such a big influence over what's happening that the guilt will completely crush him.

And it really seems that I am right with my analysis about Sun and that he feels or will start to feel like he's the one who is evil. Because if he's the one at fault or if his actions caused all those horrible things that happened to his family then what does it make him? What does it make Sun, other then the villain, the bad guy?

I hope that you don't mind that I tagged you @basilbots because I thought that your post about Sun and latest episode was really spot on!

And about computer... I'll make stand alone post about it and its relation to Sun i.e. how it treats Sun.

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show sun #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #sams sun #sun and moon show lunar #sams lunar #sams evil lunar #sun and moon show spoilers #sams spoilers

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tbh i gotta be honest here, i hope byler happens in the next season and I am cautiously optimistic, but i also believe that some of the analyses and theories bylers come up with are pretty nonsensical and we cannot use those stuff as proofs for byler.

like i keep seeing ppl claiming that if the writers wanted Will to get rejected, they already would have had Will confess and come out to Mike and Mike would have gently let down him in this season. And because the writers did not do that (in bylers' logic), it means that they are actually intending Byler to happen in S5 bc that plot point was unresolved.

But from what I see it, they did not resolve that plot point bc Will is not mentally or emotionally is ready to come out or confess his feelings yet. That's just his character journey which will be followed to S5. Him confessing to mike or coming out would not have made sense within his character's narrative in S4. That's the reason why the writers are keeping it for S5 to solve in his 'coming of age' arc.

Same reason as to why Will's love for Mike was introduced in S4, because why introduce it if you are not gonna make them a couple right? But we have to understand that just because Will's crush on Mike was introduced this season does not mean that the ship is gonna sail. We have to think about the authorial intent here because the writers may as well as be thinking that Will's crush on Mike just made Will's sexuality more apparent in the narrative bc he's shown to have a crush on a boy. Yes, he has always been called gay and was subjected to homophobic bullying in S1, but his sexuality is made to be more apparent in S4 via his crush on a boy.

''Why not make him have a crush on another boy instead if mike doesn't return his feelings?'' The answer is maybe because Will is a shy and a closed off person who actually has no relation to other boys on the show, and he doesn't become friends with anyone. That doesn't leave a room for his crush to be explored through another character that appears for a couple of minutes. Meanwhile Mike's there to be used as an object of Will's affection bc Will already could feel smth for him. It makes sense within Will's character. Just bc Will is portrayed that way doesn't automatically translate into Mike somehow returning his feelings.

''What about the last shot where the couples are standing together then..????'' Well that last shot alone is not an indicative of Byler going romantic. It gives a certain image and implication, but it can also be ignored by ppl when it comes to the actual narrative shown to us.

I agree with all of the evidence you brought up. I think people forget that Byler analysis doesn't mean your analysis is the same that the creators intended which is absolutely fine! Cinematic analysis is a part of all creation but I hate when people abuse this to say that their take is the only valid one and that people who disagree have no media literacy, because I think you can rationalize away little pieces of evidence.

Also, I think Will's had a crush on Mike since S2 because of the Snow Ball scene and in S3, he's very jealous of Mike and El and rips up photos of him and Mike saying he's stupid which is super romantic. That doesn't change your larger point, but thought it was worth mentioning. And anyways, you are correct that it was most obvious in S4 (:

However, there are so many little pieces of evidence that it does start to paint a bit of a picture. I have used the last shot before hand, but more to demonstrate the idea of Eleven needing to become more independent so she stands by herself. I think this regardless of her romantic relationship, however the fact that Mike was left standing behind with Will when everyone else was in a romantic pairing is pretty Byler in my opinion, even if it doesn't definitely mean that Byler will happen or that it's queerbaiting if it isn't.

For me, the most useful thing is looking at the character arcs of Mike and Eleven. Eleven needs to grow on her own as she relies on Mike and couldn't defeat Vecna without him, putting all of them at risk. Mike desperately wants to be loved and needed but needs to become single (in my opinion) to figure out who he actually loves and who he thinks he should love. He's so driven by validation and the writers need to have him break up before the time skip in order to fix that, Byler be damned. However, I do think that him ending up with El ignores a lot of complexity to his relationship with Will where he pushes him away and avoids him and aggresively throws himself into a relationship with El to ignore that he's doing that. Or the writers are just bad at writing conflict with his character which is possible annoyingly.

But anyways, I think it's annoying that you can't be a Byler shipper and also feel like you're able to disagree with some ideas spread in the fandom. I think it's also frustrating when people try to say others are lacking media literacy for not seeing Byler and believing every little piece of evidence they decided was the correct interpretation.

Not related to this anon, but I've gotten so many anons telling me about how they've not felt like they're able to doubt Byler (I'm not publishing all of them because there's 11 and they get repetitive and I also don't want to depress people on my blog so sorry if I haven't posted yours) and I think that getting these concerns off your chest can iltimately help you as it means you're able to enjoy the ship without just being scared it won't be canon. If Byler makes the show worse and stressful for you, that is a shame because there's so much to Stranger Things outside of the ships, and I think it's perfectly valid to want it to be canon and also doubt it will be. Disagreeing is normal and healthy. My advice to Bylers doubting is firstly that even if it isn't canon, there's a lot of fan content to enjoy, and secondly, look at the wider narrative instead of little pieces of evidence that are easier to pick apart. I always find that reassures me <3

Sorry for the side tangent, I might answer a few more of these asks but to keep my blog a positive space I won't publish all of them. I love Byler and I love Stranger Things and there's only so much I can criticize without just feeling sad because I made this blog to express my love of the show BUT I also like that my blog is a safe space for people who want to voice their doubts cause as much as I love my fellow Bylers, some shippers can be quite rude if you disagree with anything. Shout-out to the anon calling me a pick me to straights for "shitting on Byler", a ship I openly love. Anyways thanks for the ask!

#stranger things #byler #will byers #st5

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year

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DS9 2x05 Melora thoughts (rewatching; spoilers for future episodes possibly included) Admittedly, I'm Not Looking Forward To This, iirc it's pretty cringe... welp let's go

Ughhhh the "she's extraordinary" type of ableism, not a good start... And just Julian being weirdly into her from a medical pov, are these the same writers who wrote Geordie being creepily into Leah without ever meeting her?I

t is very, very good that she's allowed to be angry about microagressions though. She's not particularly likeable but that's not a bad thing, and he's allowed to explain herself to Sisko and to us. Evenif not intentional, I think this is a good way to challenge viewers and make us sit in some discomfort if that makes sense?

I get where you're coming from, Melora, but surely you must understand that working as a team is something important for all Starfleet personnel to have to do?

Not a fan of Julian just going into her room, and I don't know how to feel about the way he's taking to her - it kind of feels intrusive but it is also genuinely friendly and also very normal, he is just treating her like anyone else (that he has a crush on) (he has a crush on everyone though right?)

I can't say I'm a fan of the romance subplot, but I think that's because it feels rushed - which is honestly any Star Trek romance with a one-off character. She clearly likes getting to know him too, I do not think he's taking advantage in any way?

I LOVE her "I can't eat this Julian" *proceeds to rant in Klingon*. She played him well, she knew exactly what she was doing. 👌👌 She'd get on well with Jadzia

Ooh, interesting to hear Julian's backstory pre-augment-reveal. It really does mesh.

("I heard the ball go past me and I realised I wasn't good enough to play tennis properly" ...or you realised you wouldn't be able to disguise how good you were?)

She's so graceful :3 It is sweet they both get to laugh at how clumsy Julian is, I actually really like this scene and the role-reversal. It's obvious, but nice?

Honestly the real villain of this is Cardassion architecture. But also sucks that Starfleet have been here a year and it's not accessible yet? Some future utopia...

I really hope that information was told before she started the treatment, seems pretty important to only be telling her now?! I'm guessing for dramatic effect?

Yeah, I'm okay with them getting together actually, it's less creepy than I remember. If it wasn't a quick-one-shot-romance I don't think there'd be anything wrong with Julian being her doctor - he's everyone's doctor on the station. It's just more noticeable because her plot centres so heavily around having medical needs and the romance is side-by-side the treatment.

I know it's 'cause they have to fit it in an episode, but Julian's far too prone to rushing into medical treatment too quickly when he's excited to try it out. I don't think he's pressuring her exactly, I just wish we saw more of the explanations because it feels like everything is far too quick. A decision like this shouldn't be made straight away!

Ohh, at least he's checking in - "If you're not certain..." "I am." *doubt* "Tell me exactly what you're feeling." And it seems like the gravity thing *was* discussed pre-treatment I guess.

Hmmmm this feels very "disabled people need to be fixed and can't have independence if they're not able-bodied" idk...

I'm fairly certain she doesn't die? But I will be PISSED if she does.

Oooh, I was worried she was going to save the day by forcing herself to her limits within gravity, or not be able to save them and be like "if only my legs worked like a high-gravity humanoid". But no, she changed the fight to be on her terms! Nice!

"Maybe independence isn't all it's cracked up to be. I kind of like how it feels to depend on someone for a change." This is actually such a good ending though??

So it was a bit bumpy at times, but not NEARLY as bad as I thought it would be. Honestly, I like them as a couple. Most of my complaints come from it being a lots-of-time-needed-plot being squished into one episode - can you imagine how good this could have been over a few episodes with a regular character, and romance only starting *after* the self-acceptance?

#ds9 melora #andi watches ds9 #melora #julian bashir #WSB

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The Reflex - Club Tropicana - Part 6 of 8

Characters: OC, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, drug use, dancing, fluff, swimming pool, Wham!

"Look, I'm not complaining, but I am concerned. My friend, Robin Buckley, cancelled our movie appointment for a pool party. Not just any pool party, though. A pool party with a guy she has no interest in but did indeed help her on her path of self-discovery. Are you indeed a pod person?" Thora says, pretend threatening Robin with a toothpick.

Robin rolls her eyes, "We can watch a movie here. It's not a big deal" she shrugs.

"You. Robin Janet Lilian Buckley. Just said movies weren't a big deal?" Thora's eyes go wide with alarm as she tries to make eye contact with Robin, who is busy avoiding her.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on here, Rob? I mean, I have some pretty obvious observations I've made. Like biiiig in flashing neon sign ones, but I can't for the life of me, think of why?" Thora adds, wiping down the bar and setting the optics behind her.

"I just think you and Eddie look cute together, is all. I mean, before today, I thought maybe you just had a little crush on him, and he was taking that opportunity to...well...entice you." Robin says, wiring up the stereo.

"But, today, when I rounded that corner...his face...was like..." Robin makes the sound of a choir singer, "And, honestly, I am just watching some of my favourite movie tropes in real life right now. Also, you totally called him out, and he still wanted to come here." Robin says, grabbing a cherry from the bar and eating it.

Thora laughs, "He wanted to come here because you told him there was a pool with a bar and a slide, Rob."

"Yeah, but...he didn't ask about bringing any of his little cronies, did he? Like when I get invited somewhere that sounds cool, but I'm like, these people suck, I always invite you along with me, always. That way, if the event bites, I still have someone to have fun with." Robin says, finally meeting Thora's gaze.

"I dunno, Rob. Today sounded a lot like the opportunist Eddie you told me about. I was just trying to show him I could give as good as I got. That was all. I had kinda hoped the other part had been more true. You know that he was a nice guy. But you know it's fine. Friends is good, right?" Thora smiles and starts filling some bowls with snacks.

Robin reaches over and stops Thora mid snack pour, "None of us get it right every time. Maybe he just got a bit nervous and relied on some old tried and tested stuff. Maybe, He doesn't know his audience yet, is all. I can stand here and tell you he's a nice guy all day long, but it's not my place to push the issue. I'm just here moving pieces to places and watching the scene unfold."

Thora smiles, "Well, that has made me feel a lot more comfortable."

Robin tilts her head at Thora, her hands on her hips. Pulling her sheer poolside robe back, showing off her care bear one piece, "I expected those words to be sarcastic, but they are genuine", Robin says, puzzled.

"Well, I definitely know you're not a pod person now. Only my Rob could turn matchmaking into an improv scene," Thora laughs.

"Oh, ha-ha. Think you're funny, don't ya" Robin pretends to be mean, poking Thora away from the bar towards the pool edge. "Also, wardrobe wants to know if you're going to wear those over your swimsuit the entire party?"

Thora looks down at her shorts and t-shirts over her two-piece swimsuit, "What's wrong with them?" She complains.

"Ok, well, one, it looks like you're trying to hide. Two, you're both gonna get used to it within like half an hour, and you can be more relaxed around one another. Three a wet swimsuit looks fine, but a wet t-shirt...come on, Thora, do the math..." Robin adds.

"But it's not even-" Thora starts before Robin shoves her backwards into the pool.

"Sorry, what's that? I can't hear you. What was that?" Robin shouts back as Thora gasps from the sudden temperature change.

Thora swims over to the side and climbs out, absolutely soaked. She peels off her wet t-shirt to reveal her black swimsuit and chucks the tee at Robin's feet "Robin Buckley...I swear-"

The doorbell chimes, "I'll get that shall I? I am the driest out of the two of us, right?" Robin smiles with a playful taunt.

Thora takes the scrunchie from her hair, rings it out, and places it neatly on one of the draft hand pulls, grumbling to herself.

From inside the house, you just hear a long whistle of amazement. Robin is obviously giving Eddie a quick tour of the inside. Thora smooths her wet hair back and tries to sit poolside, looking as casual as possible, but must go through about twenty or so different poses before she is interrupted by hearing them coming her way. Finally, she runs around to the other side of the bar and makes three Shirley temples.

Robin and Eddie are very much engaged in conversation, giving Thora time to examine him.

He's basically wearing the same as earlier, except his jeans have been traded for some board shorts. Under one arm, he has a rolled-up towel and, in the other hand, his black lunch box.

On their approach to the bar, he sets them down on a sun lounger and picks up the wet t-shirt from the floor, "Started without me, huh?" He waves and shouts over to Thora.

She just waves back in return. Noticing Robin pulling at Eddie's t-shirt and him slapping her hands away. Eddie picks up speed and heads over to the bar away from her, looking back occasionally with an intense look of worry on his face.

Robin throws her hands up in annoyance.

Thora places a set of cherries across the top of each drink, "I see you've met the director", she laughs, "Pushy, isn't she" she says, sliding a glass over to Eddie.

"Very!" Replies Eddie looking down at the drink, "You have a whole bar at your disposal, and you made Shirley Temples?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"Yep, indeed I did", Thora replies and reaches for his drink, "You don't like them? I can get you something else."

His hand quickly snatches the drink, and he takes a sip through the straw, "You really do presume a lot of things, don't ya? I didn't say I didn't want it. I was just making an observation," Eddie adds, leaning on the bar and twisting the glass left and right between his fingers, trying to take a discrete look over Thora.

Robin sits on the stool next to him, "It's a pool party, Munson. POOL PARTY!!!"

Thora shakes her head at Robin and tosses the bar towel onto her shoulder, putting her hands on her hips, "At least one of us here shouldn't need your approval on our clothing, Rob."

Eddie smiles smugly at Robin.

"I just thought it was only fair we all feel as awkward as one another, is all", Robin states to the both, her hands splayed out like it just makes sense.

"Eddie will take off his t-shirt when he's good and ready, and you know what's also fine...he can keep it on the whole time if he wants to," Thora says kindly towards Eddie.

Eddie looks between them, shocked, "Is that what you think? Like I'm shy about what's under here?" He says, pulling at his cut-off tee.

"No one thinks that, Eddie. You're just fine as you are." Thora adds.

"I do, I think that", Robin retorts.

"She just pushing your buttons, Eddie, don't listen to her," Thora says, knowing Robin's game all too well.

He looks between the two of them, and a realisation sweeps over him.

He points at Robin, "You want me to because..." Then, he points at Thora, still looking at Robin, "because she doesn't want me to because..."

Robin nods slowly at Eddie and raises her eyebrows.

A wicked smile spreads across Eddie's face, and Thora quickly moves around the bar, "Hey, we just want everyone to be comfortable here. It's a party. It's supposed to be fun, right? So everyone can just...hey, what about I make something else out of the cocktail book? Hmm. I'm sure I saw something with the blue stuff in here."

Eddie steps towards Thora and crosses his arms in front of him, grabbing the lower hem of his t-shirt. Thora takes a step backwards.

He looks at her amused and inches up his shirt a little, moving towards her again. She moves back again, "Ok, yes, very funny, everyone," Thora says, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Eyes up here, Harriton," Eddie says, grinning widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Robin is giggling into her Shirley Temple, surveying the scene.

The t-shirt inches up again, and Thora's eyes can't help but look over the pale-toned midsection on display in front of her. Then quickly shoots her eyes back up to his, as if she'd reprimanded her own self with his previous words.

Eddie laughs, "What's the matter, T? Cat got your tongue?" He purrs as he moves towards her again.

Thora grabs the towel from her shoulder and flicks it at him, "Back you devil", she says half in jest.

Eddie lets go of his shirt and lets it drop, "Ok, Ok!" He says.

Thora relaxes and moves forward, back towards the bar, when Eddie grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head and arms in one fluid motion.

The amount of sensory information hurtling its way into Thora right now was overwhelming. The visuals, all the tattoos, the way his body was perfectly toned, but not a forced muscularity, the tan lines where she guessed his vest would typically sit.

Then there was that waft of scent that hit her. He'd obviously made enough effort to shower first and put on some sort of cologne.

The pulse in her ears was downright deafening, and she was sure that if she stood there a moment longer, her heart might burst to clean out of her chest.

Was she malfunctioning? It felt like she could be.

But she didn't have to worry about that moment longer because as her heel went to find the next space backwards, it was met with nothing, and she fell backwards into the water.

Thora resurfaces, furious. She slaps the water and points over at the two giggling teens at the side of the pool. "You little fucking shits! I swear you sons a bitches are gonna pay for this"

Robin is gasping for air between laughs but manages, "I told you she swears."

Eddie's giggling turns into raucous laughter when he observes the annoyance on Thora's face.

"Oh, alright then..." Thora says menacingly, getting out of the other side of the pool, "Keep laughing...go ahead", she says, disappearing around a shrub.

"Oh no...no!!" Robin starts to panic and gets up from her stool, frantically trying to spot where Thora is.

Eddie is still laughing, clutching his sides, and slows down to ask Robin, "What's wrong?"

Robin's eyes are still searching around the outdoor area, backing up towards Eddie, "Eddie, you might wanna put your t-shirt back on."

"What? Why?" He says, still softly laughing.

"Because she's really pissed," Robin says, positioning herself behind Eddie's back.

"What are you doing, Buckley?" Eddie laughs in confusion.

"Surprise Motherfuckers", Thora yells from behind them. In her hands is a high-powered hose, which she blasts them with until they both fall into the pool. Then, each time they resurface, she shoots it at them again.

"I can do this all day, fuckers!!" Thora yells into the pool.

Robin splutters out, "Look, I'm... we're...sorry...it was just funny."

"Oh, haha, my sides are splitting!!" Thora yells sarcastically, blasting Robin in the arm.

Robin yelps.

Eddie holds his hands up to his face, turning to Robin. "I can take her out. Just need a distraction."

Robin nods as a jet of water blasts them again, sending them both under the water.

Thora has her eyes trained on the water, but this time, they don't pop back up...She waits a little more and starts getting worried, "Rob? Eddie? Are you both ok?" A shape underwater drifts to the pool's right, which Thora follows with her eyes in alarm, "Robin??!" Her voice getting more anxious.

As Thora turns off the hose, she steps towards the pool, and an almighty force crashes into the side of her waist.

It's Eddie. He's decided to flying tackle her back into the pool. Thora screams in terror before her screams are silenced by the pool waters.

Thora breaks the surface with a gasp and immediately puts her hands up, "Truce! Truce!"

"What do you think, Buckley? Does she deserve mercy?" A mostly submerged Eddie says, looking at Thora with his arms folded.

"Well, I guess it is her house... But, you know what, ok. as long as you make us some of those fancy cocktails and I get to pick the music."

Eddie looks over at Robin, giving her the big eyes, "I don't get to pick the music?"

Robin frowns, "I mean...I guess" she shrugs.

Eddie throws his arm around Robin and squeezes her tightly to his side, grinning and then making his way back over to the stereo and bar.

Robin shouts after him, "Eddie, you can't be first. Club Tropicana has rules, you know!"

Eddie turns around slowly, looking bemused.

Thora gets out quickly and gets back behind the bar producing some Panama-style hats, putting one on her head, grabbing a pair of pink flamingo novelty sunglasses and offering the box to Robin and Eddie. She then starts flicking through the cocktail book.

"Club Tropicana?" Eddie asks, still puzzled.

Robin takes a hat out of the box, puts it on Eddie's head, and takes one for herself, "Yeah, here at Club Tropicana, we have rules, Eddie. Everyone wears a hat, sunglasses and sun cream. Everyone dances. Everyone makes sure everyone else is not too intoxicated. Everyone is a model. Everyone is a photographer. And lastly, everyone jumps off the top of the slide."

Eddie takes the hat off and starts trying on some others, checking himself in the mirror, "How many people are normally at these rules-heavy pool parties?" He queries, selecting some cat eye sunglasses.

"Before today? Just the two of us." Robin says, bumping Eddie out of the mirror, fixing her hat just so, "So can you hang, or not Munson."

"These photographs..." He starts

"...are all polaroids", Robin finishes

"Ok...I can deal with that," Eddie agrees, "You know you said the bar was in the pool, and I don't see a slide." Eddie grumbles.

Thora swaps her glasses and is busy mixing some vibrant blue drinks but advises, "Well, all that is around the corner, in the other pool, with the jacuzzi, behind the shrubs. It's more private there."

"You have a second pool," Eddie says, gobsmacked.

"Nope, I don't, but this house does", Thora states, carefully shaking the mix.

Thora continues to rattle the cocktail shaker and looks confused. "Didn't Robin give you the tour? I thought that's what you were doing before you came out?"

"I showed him what he needed to know about, Ra," Robin says, putting in the Club Tropicana mixtape, the first song of which was obviously Club Tropicana.

Thora adds the finishing touches to the drinks and serves them, grabbing the camera, "Say cheers!" She says, taking a snap of Robin and Eddie holding up their glasses.

They all take a sip and start coughing. Thora looks concerned at them and back to the book, "Oh shit!"

"Care to share with the class, T?" Eddie says, reaching for a carton of orange juice and drinking straight out of it, making Robin recoil.

Thora takes off her glasses. "Well, my glasses were all wet, and I thought it said 3-4 meant shots, not erm 3/4 ounce..."

Robin grabs the recipe. "So there are at least 7 shots of alcohol in here?"

"Yes, sorry!" Thora says awkwardly.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Robin says, taking another sip and wincing a little, "At least we're prepared this time, right Eddie?"

"Hmmm," says Eddie as he leans on the bar, absent-mindedly sipping his drink and looking at Thora panicking behind the bar.

Thora pulls out a punch bowl, tips her drink in and looks at the others. "We can't let anyone get too intoxicated, right? That much in one drink through a straw is bad news. Let me do the math and calm it down."

Robin and Eddie begrudgingly follow suit, and Thora grabs more pineapple juice and adds it into the vat of bright blue cocktail, "Ok, that ratio should be better now", she says hopefully, stirring it with the ladle.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you without your glasses on before," Eddie says softly, leaning his chin on his palm and holding his glass to Thora.

Thora pouts him a glass and says, "You didn't even know who I was until yesterday" she laughs.

"Wrong!" He says, taking a sip of his drink, "I didn't know your name until yesterday. This is much better."

Thora pours some for Robin and herself and looks oddly between Robin and Eddie, "Your next drink is a soft drink, Eddie...We look after one another here."

They transport the music and punch bowl over to the more private pool.

The next few hours we full of dancing, laughter, cannonballs, drinking, and snapshot-taking in and around the pool.

"Ok, ok. Guys, the time is getting big, yes, big numbers, so I'll be the party pooper. The club is officially closed."

"Noooo, one last picture. Just one more." Robin whines, "It's an important one" Robin grabs the camera.

"Ok, so wave then," she says with a little slur. You and Eddie both raise your hands from your respective inflatables to wave. She takes the shot and leaves it on the side to develop.

"Hmmm, one more, she says, but you'll need to stand together." Thora and Eddie giggle and start paddling their way toward one another.

The inflatables bump, and Thora catches hold of Eddie's arm. Eddie looks down at her hand on his arm, smiles, and flexes his arm slightly. Thora falls into a fit of giggling and blushes.

"What part of stand together don't you understand?" Robin complains, "Oh, can you also dunk yourselves first too, please."

"Sure," Eddie says, not taking his eyes from Thora. Instead, Eddie pulls his arm towards him, causing Thora to plummet into the pool. He cackles loudly until his inflatable is pushed out of the water, and he goes flying backwards off it.

Thora readjusts her flamingo sunglasses and assumes a hand-on-hip pose for Robin. Eddie emerges from the water and does the same but puts one of his arms around Thora, the other throwing the metal horns.

Robin takes the picture and smiles, putting it on the table to develop.

Eddie moves his arm from Thora, and they both move to join Robin.

"Well, ladies, that was a lot of fun. Unexpected but a lot of fun," Eddie says, grabbing for his towel as Thora walks into a stall near the pool.

Robin frowns at him, "What are you doing, dingus?"

"Getting dry, dingus", Eddie teases back.

"Just wait, you are gonna love this, ok" Robin urges him.

"I thought the party was over?" Eddie asks curiously.

"It is! But now we get chill time. You should run along and get your lunchbox sharpish, buddy," Robin says, pointing over at the other pool, "You can't drive home now anyway. So what's your hurry?"

"I dunno, I just thought that's what T meant, you know. Party's over. Get out," he says, roughly drying his hair.

"No, no, no, no", Robin slurs. "Now is the cool bit. Here help me with the firepit."

"There's a fire pit?" Eddie says, shocked.

"It's right in front of the seating behind you!" Robin shouts

"Ok, ok, wow. Calm down. Sorry, I don't know everything at Ritchie Rich's house," he says, walking away to get his lunchbox.

Thora returns with a pile of fabrics in her arms, almost covering most of her face she can just about see over the top.

"Two for you," Thora says to Robin, handing her over a bundle. "Those are for Eddie bear, and these for me."

Robin stops halfway to open her big fluffy bathrobe, "Eddie bear?" She says, looking at Thora with wide eyes and starting to laugh.

Thora freezes for a second but tries to rescue it. "No, that's not what I said you misheard. I said these are for Eddie...yeah". Thora quickly puts on her giant fluffy bathrobe too.

"Of course, you did", Robin chuckles, putting up the hood on her bathrobe, "Ah, here he is."

Eddie stops in his tracks, "Do I get one?" He says, his eyes soft and pleading.

"Of course you do, Eddie bear", Robin says, earning a glare from Thora, who hands him his fluffy bathrobe.

"Say, T, is it cool if I crash here tonight?" He says, tying his robe around his waist. It is far too big for him but somehow amplifies his sweet level to cute as a button.

"We kind of expected you would, you know, because you can't drive home after all this", Thora confirms without making eye contact with him, "I've made you up one of the guest rooms."

The firepit roars into life, and Robin sits on the circle seat in her robe and a crocheted blanket over her knees, waiting, "Hurry up, already".

"Yes, your highness", Thora answers, carries her stuff over to the seat, and waves Eddie to follow her.

As soon as Thora sits down, Robin lies down and throws her head onto Thora's lap facing the fire. Thora gently runs her hand on Robin's arm, "Better now?" Thora asks Robin.

"Almost! Maybe our special guest can share some of his wares with us? You know, seeing as we've been such great hosts?" Robin ventures.

"Already a step ahead of you, Buckley!" Eddie beams, making the final adjustments to his roll.

He lights it and, after a few draws, hands it over to Robin, "Now, don't get me wrong, I had fun earlier, but this is niiiiice", Eddie says, snuggling into his robe.

"You know, you don't have to sit so far away, well, you know, if you don't want to," Thora says quietly.

There is no verbal reply, just Eddie sitting right up next to Thora very quickly. He raises the arm nearest her, "May I? For comfort?" He asks gently. Thora nods, and Eddie drapes his arm around her shoulders.

Thora takes a deep breath and lets her head gently fall on his shoulder. She waits a few seconds and then looks up at him to gauge his reaction, but he simply rests his head on hers.

Thora's heart doesn't race this time; it pounds against her ribcage, but it's a deep, soothing beat. Everything just felt so right.

He pulls out two Polaroids from his lunch box. They are the last two that Robin photographed, "I think these are done", he says, trading Robin the pictures for the smoke, and puts it to Thora's lips first, which she gratefully accepts and takes the finest inhale. She was so comfortable. She didn't want coughing to ruin it for her.

Thora can feel Robin chuckling and is way too curious not to ask, "What's so funny, Rob?"

She holds up the picture of Thora and Eddie standing together, "Look at you both, with average person hair. You both look so...so...normal" she continues to giggle to herself and sigh. Eddie makes the smoke for the photo trade again.

"Holy shit, we do. I mean, you can see my tattoos, but without them, no one would know it was us." Eddie marvels at the picture and sneaks it into his lunchbox.

"Are you saying that our only remarkable feature is our hair?" Thora smiles.

"I'm saying it's the one that captures the norm's attention first because, respectively, it's two damn fine heads of hair!" He says, quickly leaning across Thora, grabbing the joint from between Robin's fingers as her sleepy hand slumps towards the floor.

"Looks like Buckley's done for the evening." Eddie smiles and turns his head to Thora, who laughs quietly and strokes Robin's arm.

"Oh no, this is a tactical nap. In about 30 minutes or so, she'll drag us to watch some double VHS or something."

"Hmmm, what if we did something else?" Eddie ponders taking a hit and passing it to Thora, who declines.

"Something else?" Thora says inquisitively.

"Yeah, we'll call a cab and go someplace, all of us. I'm supposed to make a drop there tomorrow, but I can call and see if they want it tonight. Well, if you don't mind me using your phone." He says enthusiastically.

"Oh, I don't know, Eddie. It's easy to have fun here. No one gives us a hard time. But, out there, there are so many unknowns. I mean, look at us three. We don't fit in around here. It was a cool thought, though, and you know it's nice you wanna spend extra time with us," Thora replies kindly.

Despite its rocky beginnings, Thora just hated the thought of Hawkins ruining the fantastic time they'd had today.

Eddie chuckles, "What if I told you this place is specifically for people that don't fit in? Would you wanna go then?" He says as his towelled arm moves onto her own, the outside of his hand gently brushing against her own.

Eddie looks at her quickly to see Thora's reaction, but she doesn't move and just smiles a little.

"I mean, we'll have to ask Robin when she wakes up, but we have to let her have her nap. She is a nightmare otherwise." Thora whispers.

"Listen, I'm sorry about this morning. I just, I dunno. I got it wrong, got nervous, and went to my usual stupid script. But, I mean, it's not totally stupid. It works often, but not how I want it to, you know?" Eddie says regretfully and takes a deep inhale of his smoke.

"You know, that was a two-way thing. I...um...I didn't want you to think that I was always so easily intimidated. Like the whole hair thing." Thora takes the joint from Eddie, takes a slight drag, and waits.

"Yeah, something else I need to work on. Just when I get nervous sometimes, I fall into old defences. It's not excusing my behaviour; I'm just explaining why I'm a total dumbass sometimes." Eddie laughs awkwardly. Thora moves her pinky finger to cross over his.

"So, what was the whole hair thing about?" She asks, puzzled.

"Honestly? I just...I don't know...I think I liked that you complimented and appreciated me, and I wanted to return that somehow. Then something happened I knew I could help with. My intention was just to hand you the scrunchie, but I didn't want you to reject it," Eddie confesses and coaxes her hand closer to his.

"Well, I wasn't gonna reject it. It was very kind of you." Thora says gently.

"Can I just...may I...like, I wanna fucking hold your hand already. please?" Eddie asks, his chest heaving

Thora laughs and moves her hand to hold his.

"Did you agree to that because I scared or intimidated you?" Eddie asks, worry painting his words.

Thora turns to him with a big stupid smile, "Does this look like the face of an intimidated person to you, Eddie Munson?"

Eddie shakes his head, and a vast grin erupts on his face, "Shit. He says, laughing and interweaving his fingers with Thora's and wiggles in his seat a little to get closer to her.

"How long do you think we have before Buckley wakes up?" He asks.

"I dunno, maybe another twenty minutes or something?" Thora guesses.

"Good," Eddie says as he nuzzles his head onto Thora's shoulder and watches the fire, gripping onto her hand.

Part 7

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