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gnarly-love · 1 year
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Just here to remind you how cute these two are… especially when pretending they aren’t dating.
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look I get that neil probably wrote hob gadling to give dream one human person he could maybe have a normal, platonic drink with once in a while as a foil to his hundreds of world-ending, hell-condemning, passion-of-a-thousand suns romances but like … respectfully sir those two are in love
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m4ritos · 2 months
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☆ pornstar choso! ☆
𝘐, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘖𝘍, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦.
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pornstar choso who’s just a little fucking weird.
choso seems to be extremely socially awkward when he’s around set. which is a real shame because he’s so.. pretty. he’s standing at a little over 6’4 with broad shoulders and a body carved into perfection, a handsome face with the most gorgeous features— he’s not a conventional kind of attractive but the kind of attractive you get from the art guy who smokes too many cigarettes.
he stands around. not particularly doing anything wrong per se but the way he just idles around with this tiny little water cup in his hand gets a few looks and scratches to the noggin. choso is taller than most people on set so anyone can explicitly see him people watch. usually, the sets are bustling and busy in between scenes. there’s wardrobe personnel, personal assistants, catering, makeup artists and hair stylists frantically working around him and he’s just in the middle of all the chaos with no sense of urgency.
pornstar choso who turns into an absolute beast once the cameras are rolling.
it’s really like a switch in his head flips. choso’s entire demeanor seems to shift into machine designed to fuck and give pleasure. you met him very briefly that same morning and he seemed like a nice guy— awkward but sweet. the scene wasn’t anything crazy in particular; it was a domestic type of affair starring a pining pair who finally give into each other
you can’t count how many times he’s made you cum without trying— but it starts to make you delirious. see, when scenes get really good like this, and both actors are into it as much as they are, it feels like the world around them no longer exists and they’re in their own bubble. they start to go off script and the director typically allows because often times, the method acting and improvising is better than any cheesy lines they get fed from the script. that’s exactly what happened.
choso’s cock is fat just as much as it is long, making it heavy under its own weight. it’s a pretty shade— maybe one or two shades darker than his complexion but when its hard, it’s flushed all over with this pretty mauve color. his actor profile says it’s 9 inches but it feels like its bigger probably because of the way he fucks. choso doesn’t let up in the slightest— you can be twitching, writhing and scratching from the pleasure but if he doesn’t hear an utterance of your safe word, he will not stop. choso switches positions like you’ve never experienced before; you could be in doggy with your back arched at a 90 degree angle then he’s flipping you over like a doll and putting you into a mating press.
pornstar choso who’s confused as to why he prematurely ejaculated because.. that.. never happens.
“cut!” the director calls out before rubbing his eyes with a pinch. “take 30– christine bring me a Valium and a club soda please.”
choso was so embarrassed when it happened— he let out this simple “I’m sorry.” in a low.. almost pained apology before slipping out of you, watching his seed ooze out of you like he disassociated from reality. watching him, watch himself like that.. didn’t feel like he was acting or in character to you. which made you wonder..
it felt.. a little too real for choso and that was something that has always separated work from real life for him. the line was blurred a little too well between the chemistry you and him both had— it took the intimacy to a different level. one he hasn’t had the luxury of experiencing in a very, very long time. in his dressing room he splashed his face with cold water, looking at himself in the mirror before getting a call from you.
“hi.. I just wanted to talk to you in private. you didn’t have to apologize to me back there.. I get it happens, there’s no need to beat yourself up over it, okay? If it makes you feel any better, I think it’s sweet. i’m out on the patio— the weather’s nice if you want to come join me.”
pornstar choso who’s really sweet to his costar even though he’s a bit awkward. he has a crush.
“thank you.. for the talk. I hate to disappoint.” choso says, looking down as he swirls around the cup of ice water in his hand. he finds it hard to keep eye contact with you but doesn’t really understand why. yeah, he’s a little embarrassed but there’s something about you.. his heart is racing and his palms feel clammy. you’re beautiful. “disappoint? kamo are you serious..?” you giggled. oh, did he say something wrong? you have a cute laugh but that’s not the point. what could be funny in this moment? “yeah. i’m serious..” he watches you tilt your head as you look up at him and his cock twitches back to life— just in time too, only 5 minutes left for recess. he notices a white flurry on your hair and he removes it carefully.
“choso.. you were far from a disappointment, sweetheart.. I could barely think straight.” you giggled again, feeling yourself get shy under his gaze. “I’ve been faking it for a long time for the sake of the camera but.. I seriously can’t tell you the last time I’ve came that hard, let alone in a row..” you reached out to caress his face. “Don’t beat yourself up.. you just keep fucking me like that again and again.. got it?”
pornstar choso who thinks he wants to ask out his cute costar but isn’t a fan of rejection.
high risk, high reward. choso has attempted to date outside his profession but it’s always failed. it’s not hard finding a woman he’s attracted to but getting them to stay after they find out he’s in sex work is the part that always seems to fall through. if they’re not scared off during the first week then once he actually has to go to work, it’s more than likely followed up with a “I don’t think I can do this.”
choso has never once blamed any of his hookups for their discomfort because he’s quite understanding. he knows himself that he would probably have a hard time too if he had just been a “regular” guy and never dated anyone who was in sex work. that requires a certain level of maturity, understanding and communication for that to work.
he asks you out once filming is finished and everything is wrapped up. you’re sitting in a plush robe in a director’s chair sipping on a juice box, swinging your feet back and forth as you scroll on your phone. there’s a cute smile on your face, your cheeks flushed and hair a little bit messy. you notice his presence before he says anything and he just kind of.. word vomits before you can greet him. “can I take you out.” sounds more like a statement than a proposal but you smile at him anyway.
pornstar choso who’s pleasantly surprised when you say yes.
“i’d really love that.. pick me up tomorrow at 6pm?” he’s surprised to say the least, he didn’t think you’d agree but he definitely didn’t expect you to initiate when. regardless, choso is excited. the social media platforms will be thrilled to hear their favorite adult actors are dating— eventually, it makes more sense to start an Onlyfans than it does to work under a company.
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icanseethefuture333 · 5 months
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(18+) Pick a tattoo 💉: Receive a message from your next intimate partner 🤤🥵😈
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Pile 1:
Shufflemancy -
Dead Wrong by FEMM
Bedroom by Mabel
Thank u, next by Ariana Grande
The Devil, King of Cups, Five of Pentacles, Justice, & Queen of Cups
For the next person you'll be sexually intimate with, it seems that this is going to be a person from your past. This could be an ex or fwb you've been on and off with. You're tired of them emotionally, but sexually, this person is familiar to you. You know you can be with someone else that makes you happier, but you don't wish to start over and explain the ways you want to be touched. I believe this person love bombs through sex 😅. They dote on you and kiss different parts of your body. They love to praise you - "You're doing so good for me right now, is this all for me?". They also enjoy aspects of BDSM (tying someone up, being degraded, etc). There is a inconsistency here when it comes to experiencing pleasure or orgasms. Do you disassociate, pile 1? What is going on? I feel like you have to just lay there and for your partner to use your body to get off. You deserve to feel pleasure, pile 1! Please don't feel afraid of speaking your mind or say what gives you pleasure or doesn't. If this person is not satisfying you in anyway you do not have to stay with them. I feel like you don't wish to give them anymore of your energy. It's as if you wish to say goodbye through sex. I don't see this connection lasting long with this person and the partnership will be short term. There seems to be a big issue with emotional intimacy. You and this person need to heal your trauma regarding romance. This relationship will be a karmic lesson for you both in order to grow.
Pile 2:
Shufflemancy -
Wine Pon You by Doja Cat (ft. Konshens)
Shady Lady by B.A.P
Moonlight Chemistry by Jeff Bernat
The Hanged Man, Nine of Cups (reversed), The Emperor, The World, & Two of Pentacles
Are you a virgin, pile 2? Or perhaps inexperienced? I feel some of you have never been able to have a orgasm before or haven't had someone give one to you. There is like trouble with you getting there. Your next sexually intimate partner wishes to change this! They are so focused on making you feel sexy and feel good. Your partner wishes to have slow and sensual sex with you 😳. "We can take it slow if you need to, I can go all night if that means you need to cum 🖤" phew 😮‍💨! I feel like if this is a man, they have a big dick or they have big dick energy. If they are a woman, then their pussy feels heavenly. Regardless of their sex (or gender), they know how to please you in the bedroom. Their preferred position is missionary, they want to look into your eyes as they fuck you 🙈. Your partner wants to give you the world, pile 2 or make you feel like you're the only person in the world that is special to them. As much as they are a giver, they love to receive also, I'm getting strong switch vibes. They could like for you to ride them or give them head 🥴.
Pile 3:
Shufflemancy -
Web by 070 Shake
Me & U by Cassie
Ur Best Friend by Kiana Ledé & Kehlani
Seven of Swords, Four of Cups, The Sun, Two of Cups, & Queen of Wands
MY QUEER PILEEEEE 👅🌈🖖🏽💦! I am heavily getting wlw vibes for this pile. Your next sexually intimate partner could be someone who is of the same sex~ 👀. If not, they are someone who is androgynous in appearance or is in touch with their feminine/masculine side. They want to eat you out/suck you off soooo bad 😩. I feel like when you meet this person you're gonna know that they're attracted to you. They have a strong sexual aura or they naturally ooze confidence. Your partner is gonna talk a lot of game. "You wanna come home with me? Nobody else here is gonna be as interesting as me." You could meet them at a club or at a bar. This person is talented with their fingers 🥴. You could have a fetish for their hands and they could have a fetish for your feet. They have long fingers or veiny hands. If you're into it - you desire for them to choke you and they want you to know they'll willingly do it 🤫. Pile 3, your partner fantasizes about fucking you with your legs up in the air or with your feet over their shoulders. They are very attentive to what your likes and dislikes are. They could get you flowers the first time you have sex? Or put flower petals on the bed. They are very cheeky but sweet 🥺🥰!
Pile 4:
Shufflemancy -
Fuqboi by Hey Violet
Caught in a Lie by Fatima
Novacane by Frank Ocean
The Hermit, Nine of Wands, Five of Swords, Six of Wands, & Three of Pentacles
I am channeling the lyrics "Do you love me baby? I know you love me baby, yeah I cheated on you but do you still trust me baby? Have two kids now you stuck with me baby"
This is toxic as hell 😭. I feel like your next person you have sex with is going to be someone that your partner knows. There is a lot of cheating involved here. You have given your partner many chances and will be fed up when they lie to you again. This person could be a a rival, nemesis, or enemy of your partner. Is it your ex?! A friend of theirs?! Whoever this third party is, You will decide to get your lick back from all the damage your partner has caused and decide to move onto the next best thing. You have been attracted to this person for a while, but avoiding them because of your loyalty. "When you are done with them, come see me, I'll take care of you." Your partner will feel so betrayed when they find out you and this person are having sex but you will feel the most free that you have ever had thanks to this third party. This person wants to pick you up when you fuck. They could be taller or stronger than you. There is a obvious size difference. Possible threesome as well? 🥵
Pile 5:
Shufflemancy -
I Wish You Loved Me by Tynisha Keli
Dope Lovers by DPR IAN
Beauty And A Beat by Justin Bieber (ft. Nicki Minaj)
Eight of Cups, Five of Cups, King of Pentacles, Ten of Pentacles, & The Moon
Oh wow your next sexual partner is down bad for you, pile 5 🥰! They are literally head over heels for you. They wish to tell you "I love you" but they are nervous about moving too fast in the relationship. Your partner overthinks too much. You and this person could just be fwb or in the talking stage, but they will want to take this relationship to the next level. They could stay up late at night thinking of you, they just get so soft at the thought of your name 🥺 d'awww so cute 🤧. When you both have sex, you and this person could cum a lot 😳? Squirting 💦? It's just very watery and emotional lol, maybe you or this person has water sign placements (Pisces ♓️, Scorpio ♏️, Cancer ♋️). They could be more submissive during sex, but overall they are a giver. They will do anything to fulfill your desire during sex. Omg I'm sorry but this person will cum a lot 😅. Please use protection if you don't want to get pregnant or have a child because you or this person are very fertile. They wish to have a family with you. This is honestly my baby maker pile 🤰🏽. They like your boobs/chest. They want to nuzzle their head into your chest as you fuck them or they fuck you. I am channeling the lyrics from the song "Forever My Lady" by Jodeci:
"We fell so far in love
Now our baby is born
Healthy and strong
Now our dreams are reality
Forever my lady
It's like a dream"
You and your partner could have dreams of each other. There is a telepathic connection here. Are you manifesting them? Or vice versa? This is so passionate lol. I have a strong feeling you will end up marrying your next intimate partner. Their energy is very shy but romantic 💕
Pile 6:
Shufflemancy -
Sweaty by SAAY (ft. Crush)
Good Kisser by Usher
La Luz (Fin) by Kali Uchis
Three of Cups, Temperance, Death, The Lovers, & Four of Pentacles
There is such an emphasis on lips, pile 6! They are obsessed with your lips! Oral fixation 👄? Your next sexual intimate partner fantasizes about making out with you. Smooches with a nice amount of tongue, nothing too invasive or aggressive lol. They could like when you have makeup on and your lips look more plump 💄💋. They think you're a fantastic kisser and whenever your lips press against theirs, it's like they are under your spell. You have the Poison Ivy effect on them! You could meet them through friends or while you are out with your friends. It is going to be some sort of celebration or party going on. Wedding, graduation, reunion, cookout, etc. You could be very artistic or creative and your partner finds this attractive about you. They like to watch you do your makeup, get dressed, or paint/make art. Your partner wants to have back to back orgasms. Overstimulation? Channeled lyrics: "Bumps in the night got me, got me over here overstimulated" - Overstimulated by Jhené Aiko. They enjoy deep penetration 😳. Your sexual partner is very intense lol. They want your bodies to be touching each other and feel every inch of you. "Say my name for me baby, matter fact - scream it." They get so possessive over you. This pile is making me my cheeks burn 🥵! They want to pin your wrists down. Backshots? Omg- pile 6, your partner is going to have you moaning so loud that your neighbors will know their name 😅. The next day will be giving coat and sunglasses like the Wendy Williams meme. You might feel embarrassed about it but your partner will feel proud and cocky 😋. "You weren't complaining about it last night 😏"
Pile 7:
Shufflemancy -
Blue Light by Kelela
Fucked My Way Up To The Top by Lana Del Rey
Girl With The Tattoo by Miguel
Ace of Wands, The Fool, Judgment, The Tower, & King of Cups
Channeled song: Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long. The lyrics to the whole song is very significant, so please go check that out. The part that's standing out to me specifically is:
"When I met you
I knew this was it
I've never been in love like this
A love like ours
I pray for it on my knees
Every night for some hours"
Your next sexual partner has literally been asking the universe for you, pile 7 🥺. They adore you! I feel like in this world, you and your partner have felt lost when it comes to love. As if they have been searching for someone that will fulfill their romantic and sexual desires. They are a hopeless romantic, you are as well, but your faith regarding to find a partner who makes you happy has been fading away. You could believe you will stay single forever because it just seems there isn't anyone who is compatible with you. Pile 7, your partner is going to change this! They want to make you feel bubbly and get butterflies in your stomach again. They love to see you blush 🥹!!! Your smile lights up their day. You could have a pretty smile or they think it is so adorable. Dimples? You could have dimples or only one dimple that they find attractive. They like when you give a sheepish smile and your eyes look at them with love, it makes their day (brb gonna go cry 🏃🏽‍♀️). Channeled lyrics: Girl With The Tattoo by Miguel: "Those innocent eyes, that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you" As for the sex, they enjoy when you initiate it or take action. They are a soft dom. They like to take orders from you but be the one in charge sexually. Submissive romantically, dominant sexually (this would be my dream man fr 😍). This is random but they like your boobs and butt :D! Or seeing you naked in general. They could have a fetish for your body ngl 😅. PLS 💀 Your partner isn't gonna understand personal space fr. You could be getting dressed in the bathroom and there they are 🧍‍♂️ peeping by the door with this expression on their face like ":3! uwu!". Consent is important to them ofc, so you will have to set boundaries on what's OK or not. If you will allow them to they will just walk in at anytime or ask to have sex with you when you shower lol. You could call them a perv jokingly and they'll be like "heh ¬‿¬". I am reminded of the scene from How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days when he pretended to get hurt so he could rub his head on his girlfriend's breasts and they both started laughing. You guys would be that couple that is cute but quirky in some ways lol. They could be big into shower sex? Champagne? They like to do it in hotels. Are they famous? There is something about wanting to get away from the public. Your partner could wish to (respectfully) cum in you or all over your body 💀. They are super messy lol. Your partner wants to fuck you reverse cowgirl style with your hair pulled back. You and your person could fuck like you'll never see each other again. The both of you are very loud. Your partner could enjoy shibari as well. They are a geek for sure. They could like cosplaying and costumes. Hentai 💀? I feel like they watch videos of E-girls or something. I don't feel like they are the most experienced though. So their fantasies could be pretty random 🤔? Like "Hey I learned about this today, would you want to try it?" The sex will be adventurous for sure. You and this person have a very youthful energy. They wish to orgasm with you at the same time. I feel like this will create a soul tie somehow 😗 Sex Magick? They could be manifesting you through their orgasms or you have been doing this as well. The relationship with your partner will be very dreamy. There is a sense of longing or wanting to connect. I feel like you and your partner will be in a long distance relationship. I'm seeing late night video calls or falling asleep on facetime. Cyber sex 💻? Things with your partner will feel pretty new. So it could take some time for things to be more serious on a romantic level, but it will create a new learning experience for you. I'm getting that aftercare is also important for them. They wish to cuddle afterwards or watch a movie/TV show together. "Food at my place ❤? I'll cook for you." Channeled song: Foldin Clothes by J.cole:
"I wanna fold clothes for you
I wanna make you feel good"
Pile 8:
Shufflemancy -
Super Bounce by Duckwrth (ft. EARTHGANG)
How Do You Want It by 2Pac
Rose by Jereena Montemayor
Eight of Wands, Five of Wands, Strength, King of Swords, & The High Priestess
LMAOOOO this is my pile that likes to have angry sex. You could act bratty on purpose so your intimate partner could dominate you. They get so irritated with your ass 🤣! There is gonna be a lot of spankings. Channeled song: Put My Hands on You by Dean & Anderson.Paak: "Face in the pillow, ass where the wind blows" they wanna fuck you this way. You are so noisy, pile 8! Your partner could like to feel, grab, and cup different parts of your flesh when you have sex. They make you feel so good. They like your butt and your thighs. They love when you act bad even when they say they don't 🤭😈. Brat tamer for sure. "You see what you do to me? Is this what you want? You like that don't baby? You're doing so good for me why don't you scream a little more" omggg if this a man they could sound like ghostface 🫣. Their voice is deep and raspy, ugh 😫. You love when their voice gets husky during sex and when they praise but also degrade you 😝. You could like for them to claim you or mark their territory. Hickies? Hand prints (Jack harlow: "I send her back to her boyfriend with my hand print on her ass cheek 🤚🍑") If this isn't a man, then they just have a really attractive voice and are very dominant during sex. Are you a dancer? This person loves to see you dance. They could want you to do a heels choreography, lap dance, or striptease for them. This person is going to be your partner for sure but it's a mess lol 💀
Channeled song: We Cry Together by Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige:
"Fuck me, nigga (I'ma fuck you, bitch)
Nah, fuck me, nigga, fuck me (I'ma fuck you, bitch)"
😭 I can't!
Pile 9:
Shufflemancy -
Kisses Down Low by Kelly Rowland
Water by Tyla
Impatient by Jeremih (ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
Ace of Cups, Nine of Cups, Six of Cups, Eight of Pentacles, & Ten of Cups
Channeled song: Shirt by SZA:
"In the dark right now
Feelin' lost, but I like it
Comfort in my sins and all about me
All I got right now
Feel the taste of resentment
Simmer in my skin, it's all about
Bloodstain on my shirt"
I am getting that you and your next sexual partner like to do it with the lights off, dim lighting, or sex in the dark. Very mysterious and seductive vibes here. It's like being pulled into a witch's lair. Your partner could believe you are a siren 🧜🏾‍♀️ or your aura embodies this energy. You are more dominant when it comes to sex. You like to take control. You enjoy fulfilling your senses. Candles? Something about scents or a musk here. Music could be played during sex as well. This person loves the way you take charge, pile 9. You know just what to do. You could like to throw it back or grind on them. Very slow and sensual. They are attracted to your waist, hips, and stomach. You could know how to whine your waistline or move your hips in a way that's enchanting. You could like to tease them lol. Orgasm denial? They hate when you tease. They get really impatient. They are so desperate for your touch 🥱! They want to beg for it, even if they deny it. "Please baby, I'll do anything just let me cum." This person is more vocal than you are. I'm hearing shudders and whimpers. They love when you give them head. It's like you're snatching their soul every time 👻! Your hands are really soft. Handjobs/fingering? 🤭 You are a very attentive lover. You will be more experienced than your partner, they could even be younger than you. They could want to call you mistress/mister or mommy/daddy. They view you as someone nurturing and protective. You heal a part of their inner child through sex. They enjoy when you caress their hair and give them back rubs. Baby oil? You could give great massages. You could make this person cry during sex because it is so emotionally fulfilling. You will find this adorable and want to make them orgasm again. Everything will be so wet and slippery 🌊! When you and this person have sex it's like the flood gates are opened lmao. I see this will most likely be a fling. This message is only for a few, but if you are a sex worker then this is a client.
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lilastrocup · 1 year
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Jealousy. (JJ Maybank x Reader)
Summary : JJ's possessive side comes out as you tease him about his jealousy. But as he pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, the chemistry between you two ignites and the spark is impossible to ignore.
Genre : Romanceee, full of flirtatious and playful moments.
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JJ's possessive gaze on you only seemed to intensify as the night went on. Every time you laughed at one of John B's jokes or talked to one of the other guys, JJ's grip around your waist would tighten, as if he was trying to stake his claim on you.
With a sly grin, you leaned in closer to John B, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial tone. "I have a feeling JJ might be a little jealous," you whispered, hinting at the possibility with a mischievous tone.
John B's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he looked over at JJ, who was now studiously avoiding your gaze. "Seriously?" John B asked with a chuckle.
You flashed a grin and shrugged nonchalantly, "Can you really blame him?" you teased, giving your hair a playful flip. "I'm pretty irresistible," you added with a hint of humor in your tone.
"Y'all are somethin' else, I swear," JJ drawled, shaking his head in amusement. He couldn't help but find you both entertaining and exasperating at the same time. But as he turned his attention to you, a sly smirk played on his lips. "And you, you're trouble, you know that?"
He leaned in closer, his eyes flickering with something darker as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "You're always causing chaos, making me want to do things I probably shouldn't."
With a playful smirk, you tilted you head to see him better and teased, "What's the matter, JJ? Afraid someone else might come and steal me away?"
His hand wrapped firmly around your waist, sending a thrilling sensation coursing through your body. As he pulled you closer, his warmth and strength enveloped you, and his breath tickled your ear. "As if anyone else could handle you," he murmured with a charming smile, his words causing your heart to flutter.
An almost timid laugh escaped your lips. "You really think you can handle me?" you challenged, a lighthearted glint in your eyes.
JJ's lips curved into a wicked grin, revealing the devilish charm that made him so irresistible. His bright blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief as his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath brushed against your cheek as he whispered, "I know I can,” his voice oozing with confidence, as if daring you to resist him.
"You always know how to get my heart racing, Maybank," you mumbled, glancing up at him. JJ's grin only widened at your words, and he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck. 
"And you always know how to get me into trouble," he replied, his voice low.
You rolled your eyes, giving him a gentle shove. "Oh please, JJ. You love trouble. It's like your middle name," you joked, a grin on your lips.
He raised an eyebrow, mock offense on his face. "Hey now, don't go tarnishing my good name," he said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him again.
You couldn't resist the pull of his strong arms, your body pressed tightly against his. His scent enveloped you, a mixture of saltwater and his own unique musk. You looked up at him, noticing a glint in his darkened blue eyes.
"It’s too late," you sighed with a teasing grin, running your fingers through his sun-kissed hair. “I’m not tarnishing anything, everyone already knows you’re a trouble magnet."
JJ chuckled, his breath warm against your cheek. "Looks like someone's got me all figured out," he admitted, nuzzling his nose into your neck. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his warm breath on your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace. His arms tightened around you, as if he never wanted to let go.
"Maybe I do love trouble," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "But for you, it's always worth the risk."
A/N : Hiii, thank you for reading! I have a full story on Wattpad about JJ, feel free to read it here. Alsooo, I would love requests, please send me some!
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criminalskies · 6 months
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The Aaron Hotchner Mega-masterlist. Part 1/?
Hi!! I wanted to make a sort of recommendation list for some Aaron Hotchner writers in this gorgeous community and what makes their work so special in my eyes. Please note this list is not exhaustive by any means. If you would like me to add you or your work to this list, please just fire me a message and I'll run through your masterlist or fics to see what you're all about <3
please note, this is a way to support writers on here. So play nice.
@honeypiehotchner - (K) an extensive masterlist, mixing fluff, smut and angst or hurt/comfort, they use the most stunning imagery and descriptions to really make you understand how reader's feeling in each moment. She never writes hotch out-of-character, able to make him sound exactly like himself, no matter how far off-canon the story takes place. The dialogue always feels like real chemistry between real people. I also adore how they write hotch x autistic!reader. Such a beautiful understanding and patience and love between them. I really enjoy K's ability to show how thoughtful & considerate he is of his lover's needs. mostly fem!reader fics, some gn!reader. K's masterlist.
@show-your-fangs - (A) does an amazing job of writing Aaron's mental battles with himself as he moves outside of his comfort zones. She can orchestrate such a sea of emotions in every scene I read, and I can never pick out even one word in the entire fic that seems out of place. Not only can she beautifully capture every shift in emotion or thought process throughout these fics, but jesus christ can she make Aaron Hotchner the sexiest motherfucker on earth. The scenes feel so natural and just ooze raw sex appeal. Marvellous work, not every piece is linked in this masterlist but i highly recommend giving her blog a good old search.
@hotchs-big-hands - (A) doesn't have many works currently released, but oh boy do we get quality over quantity. Her three part series 'what did you call me?' is stunning. She takes her time to really make me feel what the reader is feeling and it's so easy to step into reader's shoes. Not to mention that she manages to infuse suave and sexy into every hair on Aaron's head. Every step this man takes seems to leave me breathless because he is just so smooth and sure of himself, but simultaneously we get a glimpse of the war going on in his head. Most works are plus!size!reader (female reader) but some gn!reader works as well. A's masterlist.
@greg-montgomery - (Fay) can make a splinter in your thumb feel like a warm cozy blanket, every domestic or blissful or lovestruck situation you can dream of with Hotch has been written, and made to feel like hot cocoa on a rainy day. She does a gorgeous job of writing a brief, fleeting moment with him like it's something you'll remember forever. Fay's masterlist.
@ssahotchnerr - (Katie) has a beautiful way of melting readers hearts with the softest little moments that can be shared between two people. Whether Aaron's changing your tyre or building your a bookshelf, the tiny little details can make it feel like the most heartwarming thing a man can do. She really captures that certain unplaceable Hotch quality in every single scenario Katie's masterlists.
@reidersspencer - (Miso) is always a breath of fresh air, her fic ideas are creative and fun, she is very active, always working on several hotch fics/blurbs at once. Miso responds to every request within days, having produced something sweet enough to make you prediabetic, she does a fantastic job of keeping hotch, well, hotch, with just that extra sparkle in his eye as he looks at reader. Miso's masterlist.
@slutforsilverfoxes - (she/her), I truly think sf2 could find inspiration in a glass of water. Her fics are so original, and she has a way of making sure the dialogue never feels forced or unnatural, and the chemistry is thick in the air between her characters. You can always see just how reader and aaron became drawn to one another, she's always able to make me envy just how much our star-crossed-lovers have in common. She's able to make every character's actions seem deliberate and measured, and the imagery adds so much depth to her scenes. slutforsilverfoxes' masterlist.
@canuck-eh - (she/her), wrote some of the most beautiful, delicate, authentic, raw hotch fics I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Some of her works are as long as 20k words, but not even one of those words is wasted. The most beautiful characterisations and imagery. Hotch never feels out-of-character and these fics deconstruct him so well, giving you a beautiful look inside his mind. Please note, this account no longer writes for hotch, as of right now. So please do not run to her inbox asking for more. But I promise you, her masterlist is enough to sustain you for a lifetime. Canuck’s masterlist.
@montyfandomlove - (Mon) does a gorgeous job of making your wildest fantasies come true. Her response to every request will both melt your heart and make your pussy throb. Mon writes Aaron as both smooth and sure of himself, but also sensitive and self-conscious. She can use any situation to bring that old man to life, making him feel younger and more carefree in the process. Mon's version of Hotch feels so true to himself, and don't we all love him that way? Mon's masterlist.
@hotchs-bitch - (T) does such a beautiful job of breaking my heart. She has a real talent for building angst until my eyes well up. She writes so realistically about Hotch's struggles and triumphs with love, but also the happy little moments in his life with you that make it worth living. Lovely characterisation of the man himself. T's masterlist.
@chateauhotchner - (Andi) also loves to break my heart and make me cry. But, the angst is so beautifully tragic. Wonderful imagery and she's even been capable of making me want to smack my favourite man in the world. Andi's masterlist.
@hotchs-babygirl - (Zeina) can always capture the thoughtfulness and gentleness of our Aaron Hotchner. Makes me want to squish his silly little cheeks and stare into his big shiny doe eyes forever. Zeina's masterlist.
@alluring-andrayav - (Andraya) this girl likes to not only have Hotch break my heart but also stomp it into smithereens and spit on it in the process. Levels of angst I can never quite recover from but it's done so well I can't bring myself to hate her for it. Andraya's masterlist.
@whiskey-bumblebee - (Hannah) loves to give me cavities by making our man so sweet and beautifully himself. Hotch-in-love is a different beast, and one that Hannah captures really well. Also, some sweat-inducing smut here and there that I cannot fail to mention. Hannah's masterlist
@honeybrowne - (she/her) manages to write the very best and worst parts of dating aaron hotchner, having the most attentive, thoughtful, considerate boyfriend is of course a pleasure greater than words can say, but at the same time, he can only ever give you half his time and he tends to eat away at himself for it. A great cross-section of this man. honeybrowne's masterlist.
@hotchscvm - (Neens) writes some of the most carefree, caution-to-the-wind, sexy aaron we all need sometimes. But she also doesn't miss when she writes the soft moments between you two, the little things that make you fall in love with him (and get butterflies). Neens' masterlist.
@dudeitiskarev - (Cat) does such a fantastic job of creating whole worlds in each of her stories. She paints the most beautiful pictures of her scenes with each word, I never have trouble getting a crystal clear mental image of what's taking place. That's not to even mention how well she sees right through the many layers of Aaron. note that I believe cat is retiring from writing for Aaron but please cherish all of her works, they are gorgeous. Cat's Masterlist.
@masterwords - (Angela) has written hundreds of thousands of words about our Hotch, although most of her works are for hotchgan (hotch x derek morgan). In the years she's spent writing for these two, it is clear she knows both of their minds even better than her own. Every single romantic situation/scenario I can cook up in my imagination has already been written in completion by Ang and it is just amazing. Even if she breaks your heart, she'll usually put it back together even better than before. Angela's masterlist. (this is the hotch-only masterlist, the hotchgan list is here)
@ssahoodrathotchner - (Andi) writes the most feel-good fluff, if you just want to hold aaron in your arms or have him look at you oh-so-longingly, snuggle up nice and warm and read some of Andi's work. Mostly gn!reader <;3 Andi's masterlist.
@angelhotchner - (Marl) I do NOT see enough people freaking out on the daily about these works. An awesome range of gn!reader & fem!reader both sfw & nsfw. Like, reading the titles of these fics alone should clue you into just how stunning most of these works are to read. I highly highly recommend a deep dive. Marl's masterlist.
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Again. There is definitely still two hundred blogs I want to add to this list, and I will as time goes on add to this because the talent and love and passion being poured into loving on this man is so staggering to me. I hope you've found at least one blog on this list that you maybe didn't know of before, or that it's a reminder for you to check out some writers you already know of.
If your name made it on this list, please know I adore you. If your name didn't make it on this list, please know I probably still adore you, and I will almost certainly get there in time. <3 I really just want an excuse to tell a bunch of writers why I fell in love with their work, so! if you have another writer in mind, please just drop their username or info in my inbox and I will get to work.
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mustlikeme4me · 20 days
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gonna tayvis nation on the main for 1 quick second ...
i know it blurry and she's so proud of harry here but fuck it this pic oozes chemistry idk
https://www.instagram.com/p/C4RuvE2vIrH/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Their chemistry is undeniable like these two are SO in love
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arabidfangirl · 1 year
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Thoughts on Mile and Apo after the KinnPorsche World Tour Manila show:
First, let's talk about their looks...
Apo is the human personification of this meme:
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He's so pretty in real life. Like, I know he's already so good-looking in photos and videos but nothing compares to him in person. I literally gasped when I saw him. His beauty is unreal.
Excuse my shitty mobile's camera (I also had to zoom in for this) but I just had to share this man's face.
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Mile's physique is so... He's broad. He might not be as broad as he was pre-KP but I finally understood why he looks bigger than Apo even though they're practically the same height. His waist is tiny, too. Kudos to whoever's styling him because his pants do his ass and legs so much justice.
Also, he's really pale. It's funny because he looks like Edward Cullen in my videos because the spotlight on him just created a glare for my camera.
Trust me when I say I made so many attempts at trying to get him to look less glare-y in this video.
Second, let's talk about their stage presence...
Apo was truly born to be a star. The charisma just oozes out of him. I can't pinpoint how exactly, but I just know there was a point during the show where I just had to stop recording to stare at him in awe. I've met celebrities up close and personal before but this was one of the few times I was truly starstruck.
It makes KinnPorsche the Series even more special because the world would've lost this presence from its screens.
Mile, on the other hand, reminds me of that quote about Marilyn Monroe being able to switch her persona on and off. By that I mean, Mile knows when to turn on the charm so all eyes are on him and he knows when to dim it so he doesn't steal the spotlight from others. Like, I don't know how else to say it. I mean, obviously you'd still see him on the stage but it's like he's giving you permission to look away from him for a bit.
I don't know, man... But it does make me curious how'd things would have gone if he decided to pursue his rockstar dreams.
Lastly, let's talk about MileApo...
I'm gonna be real. When I went into this (the concert), I didn't expect to feel the same level of kilig (or giddiness) I experienced watching the show. I figured a lot of those feelings came from the post-prod additions, like background music and romantic editing. Yes, Mile and Apo have chemistry. But that can translate differently when you see them in real life.
(Lemme just give a quick example. I have been a TayNew fan for years. I think they have great chemistry, specifically romantic chemistry. But when I saw them earlier this year, I realized that their "real life" chemistry was very bro-coded. Like, they're really good friends who are very comfortable with each other.)
So imagine my surprise when I realized that Mile and Apo's chemistry off-screen is just as striking. There's a fondness in their interactions with each other that I would posit as something akin to domesticity. There's something so wholesome about it, something so safe and secure... It's hard to put into words but it was like looking at a warm hug shared between two people who've found comfort in each other.
Again, I don't know... This was just my observation. I mean, I'm also a firm believer in the concept of a soulmate doesn't have to be a romantic partner, just someone who makes you whole. It looked like that to me. But hey, you don't have to take my word for it.
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call-me-eds · 2 years
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Second Date
Steve x Reader fluff
After a disastrous first date, you and Steve give it another go.
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“So we should do this again, sometime. Maybe next weekend?”
“Yeah, maybe,” you nodded. “I’ll have to check my planner, but definitely give me a call.” Even if it weren’t for your shifting eyes or your fidgety hands, it would be painfully obvious that you were lying. Both you and Steve knew that you had nothing to do next weekend, because that was the original plan for your date. You were both so excited that you moved it up a week when he suddenly got off of work for the night. 
You expected the date to go..differently. You kept talking over each other and couldn’t get into a groove. He thought you would appreciate him ordering dinner for you while you were in the bathroom, but he didn’t know about your dairy allergy. He had to flag down the waiter while you changed your order which resulted in his food coming out before yours and his meal getting cold while he waited for you. 
Then came the after dinner stroll. Steve thought there was no way he could mess up walking, but he should know by now not to underestimate himself. He was telling you a story from one of his late-night shifts with Robin, and you were smiling and laughing along. Just when he thought the date was salvageable, he gesticulated hard enough that his keys flew out of his pocket and into the sewer grate. His arms couldn’t fit through the opening, so you offered to lay down on the sidewalk in your white skirt and reach down, cheek against the pavement, instead of calling for the fire department. He was mortified, and you were itching to go home.
“Thank you again for dinner,” you said, reaching behind you and feeling around for the handle.
“Let me get that,” he got out of the car so quickly he almost tripped, but he made it safely to the passenger side to open your door and help you out. You smiled gratefully as he walked you up to the front door, he really was trying.
“Get home safely,” you told him, unsure of what else to say. He chuckled and nodded, looking back and forth before leaning in towards you. “Oh!” you gasped and moved your head to the side so his lips met your cheek, the same one that was pressed to the street a few minutes before.
“Sorry, I-”
“Steve, it’s okay,” you took a small step away from him and closer to the safety of your house. For once, you wanted to be alone in your room on a Saturday night. “Have a great night,” you slipped inside and quickly flipped the porch light on for him, hoping to light his path and get him out as quickly as possible.
Steve was all smooth lines and winks when he asked you out, and even for weeks beforehand. Chemistry seemed to be oozing between you two, but could it have just been the thrill of the chase?
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“You tried to kiss her? After all of that?”
“Okay, no one was talking to you,” Steve reprimanded Max in the backseat. He was recounting the mishaps from Saturday night to Robin, and inadvertently Max, while driving them to school.
“She’s right, you’re an idiot. That was probably the worst thing you could have done after what you put her through,” Robin said. He loved the two girls, he really did, but he wondered why he hadn’t learned that they were the worst two people in his life to go to when he was looking for comfort.
“I thought maybe that could save it,” he shrugged, knowing that it was a bad idea, but throwing caution to the wind in that fateful moment. The rare silence from his passengers was the kindest thing they’d done for him in a month. “Okay, whatever, I screwed up! It’s over, I’ll be lonely forever.” 
“Not forever, just until 3 when you have to pick us up,” Max said, sliding out from the backseat as Steve pulled up to the school.
“I have work!” he yelled after her, but knew he would delay his lunch break so he could quickly run to the school to pick her up. He wouldn’t let her skate home if the dark clouds came through on their threat to soak Hawkins.
“She said yes for a reason, you’ll think of something,” Robin promised. “Now get through inventory so I don’t have to do it tomorrow,” she smiled.
Steve thought about any and all ways the date could have gone better while he made his way through the stack of returns at the video store. He concluded that if he had done literally anything differently that things would have turned out better. Maybe he would be calling you at your job right now, or bringing you lunch because you two couldn’t wait to see each other again. 
He certainly had made sure that wasn’t the case.
Just as the last thing was checked off his to-do list and he was going to sit down for the first time in his shift, the bell on the door chimed. It had been quiet all day, everyone either at work or not wanting to leave their houses in the rain that had been steadily falling since he clocked in.
“Family Video, how can I-Y/N?” The shock of seeing you was written all over Steve’s face. He was sure you’d never step foot into the store again if you could help it.
“Hi,” you smiled. “I found these in my purse, they must have fallen off when I got your keys,” you held out a keychain ring with a mini flashlight and a travel breath spray hanging from it.
Evidently, neither of you were sure why you came. On your drive over, you kept going back in forth in convincing yourself that you were going to visit Steve to see if the butterflies you felt when he first rang your doorbell were still there or so you could push every reminder of your date out of sight and mind.
After recounting everything to your mom, she encouraged you to give Steve another chance. It’s not like you were totally against the idea, but it frankly, was the worst first date you had ever been on. You had stopped seeing guys for much less.
“Oh, jeez, that was so nice of you to bring it over,” Steve smiled softly. He wasn’t nervous, there wasn’t much he could do to make the situation more awkward than what you experienced on Saturday. “Only the essentials, right?” he joked, spinning the keyring around his finger before pocketing it.
“Busy day around here, huh?” you asked, looking around at the empty store.
“I guess you’re the only one who wanted to drive across town to the video store,” he said, thankful for the excuse to see you again. 
“Outdoor seating got shut down, obviously, so I got the afternoon off,” you told him.
The first time you talked to Steve, it was when you were on the job. He was out to lunch with his mom, which you found endearing. Even though it was her signature on the check, Steve hand delivered it to you. Small talk revealed his place of employment, and you felt the urge to go rent a movie that weekend. 
You didn’t know Steve in high school, living a few towns over until your parents downsized to a smaller house in Hawkins. You had no previous exposure to his charm, and you were a sucker right from the beginning. Likewise, he was mesmerized the moment he saw you. You were fluttering around at work like you were walking on air, so sure of yourself and like you were having the best time in the world.
After three weeks of club sandwiches for him and you combing through the new release section, he finally asked you to dinner. 
“Lucky you,” he grinned. “I am stuck here for another - oh shit! You need to go,” he said, eyes wide.
“Oh, okay,” you frowned, not expecting this reaction after he tried to kiss you on Saturday. Was everything on Saturday an attempt to get you to stay away for good and you just weren’t getting the hint? “Sorry, I thought it would be okay to come by.”
“No, I’m late. I need to shut down the store and do school pick-up,” he explained. “If I could leave you in here until I came back, I would.” You cocked your head to the side and tried not to laugh at his flustered rambling. 
“Trying to hold me here against my will?” you asked, putting your raincoat back on and flipping the hood up.
“Yeah, I didn’t embarrass myself enough yet,” he joked. You waited with him under the store awning while he locked up, wanting to spend as much time out of the rain as possible. After he struggled with the locks for a moment, you felt increasingly uncomfortable standing there.
“Okay, well, I will let you go pick up, whoever you need to,” you said, preparing to step out and brave the weather.
“Wait, let me walk you to your car,” he said, finally clicking the door into place and pulling an umbrella seemingly out of thin air. You accepted his offer and walked with him, close enough to feel the heat from his body. Any awkwardness melted washed away with the rain, despite you walking in silence. When you arrived at your car, Steve held the umbrella over your head and exposed himself to the showers until you were safely in the car. Maybe he was still interested.
You rolled down your window and smiled up at him.
“I checked my planner by the way,” you told him. “I’m free as long as you are.” You didn’t think it possible, but he looked even more surprised than when you had walked into the store.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, regaining his composure. Steve knew exactly what he was going to do differently this time around: everything. 
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Sunday morning in Hawkins was quiet. Most of the town was at some sort of religious gathering or sleeping in after busy Saturday’s. Not you and Steve, though. You had been up since 8, getting ready to go out with him again. Despite being up until almost 2 o’clock the night before, he was at your door promptly at 9:30, just like he said he would be. His knock was so gentle, you almost missed it.
“I didn’t want to wake up your parents, in case they’re still sleeping,” he explained. He was considerate. 
“They’re up, don’t worry,” you shook your head, following him down the driveway and to his car. Silence overtook the first 10 minutes of the car ride, neither of you wanting to speak first in fear of starting the date the same as the last, tripping over each other’s words.
“So, what is the plan?” you finally asked after it was clear Steve wouldn’t even open his mouth to breathe.
“The exact opposite of last week,” he told you, pulling into a large park and following the signs pointing toward a small lake. He only told you that sneakers would probably be a good idea, and you avoided anything white. You were happy you did, when Steve led you through a clearing where there were kayak and canoe rentals.
“I thought we could work up an appetite before breakfast,” he said. You loved it.
“If you tip us over, there will not be a third date,” you teased. Conversation was easier like this, when you weren’t staring into each other's eyes over a candle-lit dinner table. You sat in front of Steve and paddled slowly around the lake, chatting like you had known each other for much longer. He couldn’t see it, but Steve heard the yawn you let out from in front of him.
“Let me take over paddling for a while,” he insisted. You leaned back and rested your head against the middle seat, looking up at him. Easing into the intimacy he tried to manufacture for your first date was working, and it was working well. By the time he got the boat back to shore you had completely forgotten about any apprehension you were feeling. He was so charming, so kind.
“I am going to let you order yourself this time,” he said when you were tucked into a corner booth at the diner, reading over your menus. He found out that while you couldn’t have dairy, you were able to finish a four-egg omelet and a side of bacon without taking a break. You discovered that he preferred tea to coffee, although he ordered a chocolate milk. 
“Did I go on a date with your secret twin brother last week?” you asked. “You can’t be the same guy,” you said, admitting how much you were swooning.
“It’s still me, believe it or not,” he blushed. You could see he had more to say, so you stayed quiet. Already a vast improvement from the week before. “This is going to sound gross, but, I never really had to try with girls in the past. And then recently I have had to try very, very hard,” the redness on his cheeks got deeper. “So when you agreed, I was so nervous, and tried to pull out all of the stops. I just got too in my own head,” he confessed. You added honest and humble to the list of attributes you would gush about in your diary later.
“I wasn’t nervous,” you told him, throwing him off balance a bit. “I knew you were a good guy. I mean, you picked up your siblings from school in the middle of your work day,” you said.
“No, I’m just a chump. They’re not even my siblings,” he laughed. “You’ll meet them soon enough.” Your eyebrows perked up and he didn’t shy away from what he said, shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
“That sounds nice,” you said. “What are you going to make me do, run a marathon?” He laughed loudly and covered his mouth. 
“I honestly didn’t think it would be that hard. My arms are going to be so sore tomorrow,” he rubbed his biceps gently and you let your eyes linger a bit.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to carry anything at work tomorrow.” The waitress came by with the check and you snatched it between your fingers before Steve got the chance.
“Hey, come on,” he extended his hand out and flicked his fingers, asking you to give him the bill.
“No way, I thought we were doing things differently this time around,” you said, leaving enough money on the table to cover the peaceful meal. “Which includes you not trying to flush your keys through the sewer system, so hold on to them.” He stood up and started to follow you out of the diner. 
“I already thought of that,” he said, lifting his shirt to show you his keys hooked around his belt loop.
“You’re a genius,” you smiled. Now that it was early afternoon, the town was coming a bit more alive. Steve cruised along the streets slowly, bringing you back to your house. While last time you were eager to get out of the car, now you didn’t want to leave. You didn’t think that your feelings would change so dramatically over the course of one morning.
At the beginning of the day, you were unsure if the second date was even a good idea. Now, you were wishing you could start the day over and experience it all again. Giddy couldn’t even describe it. 
Little did you know, Steve was looking at you the same way. You gave him a second chance, and you came on the date with an open mind. He didn’t think he would ever be able to get over what happened, and you just brushed it off like it was nothing. He was enamored with you.
“So, I know that it’s the middle of the day, but I really would feel better if you let me walk you to your door,” he grinned after pulling into your driveway. 
“A little extra precaution never hurt anyone,” you shrugged, playing along. Silently, you took patient steps up your driveway and the steps to your front door. While the other night you were wishing one of your parents would come outside to drag you back in, now you were praying that your dad decided to hold off on mowing the lawn for just five more minutes.
“Thank you for breakfast,” Steve echoed your sentiment from the other night, but in an attempt to keep your date going, not end it.
“Any time,” you said, dropping your hands to your side and looking up at him.
“Alright, then I’ll let you get back to your Sunday,” he stepped down so he had one foot on the ground and one still on the bottom stair, looking up at you. 
Continuing the theme of reversing the other night, you checked your surroundings to make sure there were no nosy neighbors hanging around before leaning down and kissing him quickly. You separated from him for a moment but he grabbed your face gently and brought you back to him, sighing against you like you were doing him an incredible favor.
“You working tomorrow?” you asked softly. His eyes remained closed and he rubbed his hands over his face.
“I have no idea,” he said, making you laugh. He couldn’t wait to do it again.
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” you said, patting his chest and standing straight up.
“Okay, but I’ll call you before then,” he promised, and you believed him. This time, you stayed outside while he got in his car, and waved until he was out of sight. 
“Mom!” you yelled before the door shut behind you. “You were totally right!”
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127luvr · 11 months
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Mark Lee x Male Reader X Lee Haechan (Pt.1)
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There’s undeniable chemistry that oozes from the booth the three of you sit at. Both Haechan and Mark are sitting across from you, their plates half empty as they’re more interested in keeping the conversation going rather than eating.
It’s hard being observant—watching as your two favorite people interact with each other as if they were the only ones in the room. Watching as Haechan’s smile never leaves his lips when speaking to Mark. It’s a particular smile—one that only finds its way to the corners of his mouth whenever he’s around Mark. You try and avoid his eyes—keeping yourself from believing that the sharpness in Haechan’s eyes when he catches you looking isn’t the same look he gives Mark. There’s no point in wishing for them to want you the same way you want both of them. Not as they pick food off of each other’s plates with no words exchanged. Not as they sit thigh-to-thigh in the small booth.
“(Y/n/n)! Why don’t you try some of my food?” Haechan points his chopsticks towards you, a ball of rice and meat threatening to drop onto the table as he holds it out for you. He holds his hand out, making sure not to make a mess even if it falls. You let a nervous smile slip, eyeing Mark before bringing your head forward to take the bite of food off of Haechan’s chopsticks. You miss the glint behind Mark’s eyes, his smile brightening as Haechan sits back, satisfied. “How is it?”
You chew slower, choosing to let out a hum of satisfaction as an answer instead of verbally saying anything.
“Wait, come here.” Having not moved from your spot, Haechan reaches over the table again. His hand reaches your face before you know it—fingers dangerously close to your lips as he wipes off a grain of rice that stuck to your cupid’s bow. “There.” You can’t help but stare after him as he retreats back into his seat, a smirk adorning his lips.
There’s no processing what he just pulled. Not as Mark stares at you with his own curious eyes, picking up a bite of his own food before reaching it out to offer to you, “you want some of mine too?”
It feels like a trap.
As if Mark were referring to something other than food even as he looks wildly innocent and unknowing of the implications behind his words. But it’s unspoken—everyone at the table is aware that Mark knows better than to use phrases that could have double meanings to them. Haechan more than anything knows just exactly what Mark means as his smirk never falters. You swear you see his eyes sharpen again, his gaze never leaving you.
You can’t help but accept Mark’s offering, holding eye contact as he feeds you. With a thumbs up you’re finally able to sink back into the booth. Hiding your short breaths and the heat that blankets over your whole body after just two friendly interactions. You can’t help but recount the amount of times they’ve done to this to you—the ever looming thought that they were doing this on purpose hovering over your head like a dark cloud.
Haechan hugged your arm, burying his face in your shoulder as he shook from the scary movie playing. You tried your hardest to keep your composure, sitting stiff with Mark just on the other side of you, reaching his hand towards your lap where the bowl of popcorn sat—which was a bad idea now that you thought about it.
You gave into Haechan’s affection, letting your head rest on his as you watched the rest of the movie. Never catching the way that Mark’s eyes raked over your seemingly natural position with Haechan. You missed their eyes meeting, no words said exchanged as they caught each other’s messages loud and clear with just a glance over you sitting in between them. Mark allows his head to rest on your free shoulder, letting a long breath out as he snakes his arm around your waist to meet Haechan’s hands.
Anything could’ve happened from there—not that it did. The three of you were too tired to even move from the couch as the movie finished. Snoring lightly as the credits played on the screen. You were sandwiched between them, no room to escape as you were sprawled on top of Haechan with a sleeping Mark on top of you.
“(Y/n), it’s time we stop being subtle about our feelings.” Haechan’s voice startled you. You’ve never heard it so deep and serious. The smile he had just a minute ago wiped clean off of his face as he places his hands on the table in front of you. “We’ve been playing this game for too long, don’t you think?”
“G-game?” Your confusion catches them off guard, both of their heads tilting to one side at the same time. “What feelings?”
“You really don’t know?” Haechan’s eyes soften—a contrast from the accusatory look he had a second ago. He exchanges a knowing look with Mark, one that you know all too well. It’s one they share with each other often—a simple look that fills you with the jealousy of being left out. “(Y/n),” you can’t quite read the tone of his voice, hating the way they both seem to be calling to you like a small child. “We’ve been going back and forth dropping hints that we both like you. We thought you were playing along, but thinking back now, you were probably just being friendly. Right? Is that what that was?”
Haechan’s revelation had your eyes darting from him and Mark, words sticking to your throat like a bad cold you couldn’t get rid off. You wiped your hands on your jeans, rocking back and forth in your seat as you urged him to continue. He looks towards Mark, whose beanie is slipping dangerously below his ears, exposing his flushed bare skin next to the light makeup he put on himself.
“Haechan. Mark.” They look at you with expectant eyes, hanging to your every word. “I don’t know if this is an elaborate joke between the two of you—and honestly if it is—I don’t want to know. This gives me the perfect opportunity of telling you both that I’ve been pining over the two of you for months. I didn’t want to cross a line or a boundary seeing as you were already a couple—”
“We want you to cross that line.” There’s no hesitation behind Mark’s interruption. You’re sure this is the first time Mark had ever said something so confidently to you. Always stuttering behind his words or looking to Haechan for help on articulating his words towards you. “Sorry, I didn’t let you quite finish. But we like you, (Y/n), we’ve liked you for a while now. At some point in our relationship we realized something was missing and that was after having known you for just a few weeks. We need you in our relationship for it to work—it can be all three of us. If you let us in.”
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Imma be a Mario and Sonic fan rq
DO YOU LIKE CROSSOVERS (Why yes this IS an indulgent post, how could you tell?)
Look, I know that we all agree Mario and Sonic should have a crossover outside of the olympic games. It's so possible and it'd be absolutely FUCKING AWESOME Why do I say this?
Dude
DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING OLYMPIC GAMES???????????? LITERALLY THESE GAMES ARE FUCKING BADASS AND THEY HAVE NO RIGHT BEING THAT WAY
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look at these two. Look how fucking seamlessly they go together. This is just the intro of 2012. JUST THE INTROS SHOWS HOW FUCKING GOOD THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN BOTH UNIVERSES ARE
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THE VILLAINS TRYING TO GET THE BEST OF THE HEROES, BOTH WARIO AND EGGMAN TRYING TO GET MARIO AND SONIC BUT THEY'RE BOTH TOO COOL FOR THAT
Yeah this post is just gonna go over cool moments fuck you these two universes go together so well
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YA GOT THE GIRLS
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YA GOT HEATED RIVALRIES IT'S LIKE THESE GAMES FUCKING OOZE CHARM AT EVERY CORNER LIKE
DID YOU EVER WANTED TO SEE LUIGI GIVE A DEATH STARE IN A HEATED SPEED SKATING RACE AGAINST SHADOW THE MOTHERFUCKING HEDGEHOG BEFORE??????
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NOW YOU HAVE AND IT'S OFFICIAL
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ONLY TO GET PASSED BY METAL SONIC AND THEIR REACTIONS ARE SO AMAZING
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And of course
DAD BOWSER BEFORE DAD BOWSER WAS EVEN MAINSTREAM
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BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE CHARM TO BE FOUND
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they went so ASTRONOMICALLY hard with the character personalities it is insane.
BUT THERE'S EVEN MORE STUFF TO BE FOUND
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and it doesnt stop there, the events dude. Ski jumping on motherfucking GOOD EGG GALAXY?
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SNOWBOARDING DOWN RADICAL HIGHWAY?
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Racing on Bingo Highway????
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MUSHROOM BRIDGE??????????
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BATTLEROCK GALAXY??????
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YOU FIGHT CHAOS VIA FIGURE SKATING
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NINTENDO, SEGA, PUH-LEASE GIVE US A CROSSOVER, YOU ARE TEASING US TOO HARD! WE NEED THIS
you gave us EGGMAN AND WARIO NIPPLES, NOW GIVE US A COOL ASS FUCKING STORY
YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY
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A few thoughts re. your post about Top/cheating double standards - I feel so bemused bout ppl who say they felt conflicted bout the Sand/Ray love scene cos it was cheating (if nothing else, just listen to the scoring! If you were meant to feel icky about it the music would tell you so! The way it was scored and filmed is 100% meant to convey a sense of romance and love and *fucking finally* - nothing about it indicates shenanigans are afoot!), because at this point literally EVERYONE knows Mew is faking his relationship with Ray - Mew knows it, Ray knows it, the audience has always known it. Just because they haven't explicitly verbalised it doesn't mean they don't know it. The last time they saw each other Ray accused him of still loving Top and Mew didn't deny it, nor did he try to stop Ray from leaving (some ppl might even consider that as good as a break-up...). Now compare that to Top: at the time of the Car Incident, both him and Mew have genuine feelings for each other and are genuinely having a go at making something of it; they are on good terms - they part on good terms. Like you said, yes Boston messes with his head, but that's literally all it takes to get him to cheat. Okay, ppl will bring their personal povs/experiences re. cheating to the table, as is their right, and I get that it's an emotive subject (and one for which I too have basically zero tolerance), but I'm not sure how anyone can say with a straight face that those two scenarios are comparable let alone that what Ray did was worse. I keep seeing ppl watch the Ray/Mew end scene and come away from it happily acknowledging that Mew consciously using Ray explains his indifference to Ray/Sand, whilst simultaneously still condemning Ray because they don't seem able to extend that reasoning to Ray's own behaviour - Mew's not the only one clued in! IMO there's no way Ray would be out there having ridiculously hot make-out sessions with Sand if he believed for one second that Mew was genuinely falling in love with him (or even genuinely trying to). Even when he's high as a kite in ep 8, it's obvious he knows what's up - when your so-called boyfriend (who up until a hot second ago repeatedly and flatly denied having any romantic interest in you whatsoever) recoils from you in private but plants one on you in front of his ex in public...like Ray said, you get the hint! You can argue semantics about cheating and sure, in an ideal world they'd have had that open and honest convo then and there because yes, it's always better to communicate your feelings instead of running away to interrupt a perfectly lovely platonic bestie sleepover, but have they MET these characters??? They're walking disasters! It just fascinates me that you have Mew, the so-called victim of Ray's nefarious betrayal, not only shrugging it off but actively giving Ray his blessing to have as much sweet sweet sex with Sand as he wants, and yet parts of the audience are still like 'I dunno, still feels wrong...'
As far as Top is concerned - like you, my issue with his character isn't so much the cheating, it's how two-faced he is: he's a completely different person in his interactions with anyone who isn't Mew/someone Mew is on good terms with. And to be honest, I like him the best in those scenes! I do believe he's trying to be a better person for Mew, or at least he thinks he is, but as other ppl have pointed out, at the moment it's only performative precisely because he doesn't bother when Mew's not around to see it/won't hear about it. Sand is the obvious example - even when Top's ostensibly offering him an olive branch, his words may be conciliatory but his tone of voice/facial expressions are anything but - they ooze scorn and smarm! And you could argue that he's making progress (not telling Mew about Ray/Sand, or bout him saving Ray from arrest), but to be honest I enjoy the Top that turns on a dime the second Boston or Sand show up (I love his chemistry with both of them - that little Top/Boston scene at the party in ep 8 cracked me up) because that keeps him interesting - you're always waiting for the facade to drop!
Excellent points all around! Your bit about the use of music and tone to highlight the purity and positivity surrounding the SandRay scene in Ep9 is really telling. Like you, I see a lot of people resisting the narratives’ attempts to guide us towards a positive/negative outlook on the plot—not to say people should not push back against these details when the characters’ actions are deserving of scorn, but these details give us a good sense of the characters’ head spaces. They wouldn’t be there if they weren’t meant to inform our impression of these situations.
The entire RayMew talk is so necessary to the conversation of whether SandRay is considered cheating. I won’t fault the pushback to a certain extent, because I can’t say that anything in this show is the most straightforward. But like you said, these characters are messy. In a perfect world, yeah, they’d lay everything out on the table and have the “what are we?” discussion before going forward with other people in any way. But especially for someone like Ray who is so conflicted in his feelings (and so clearly struggling to accept that Mew has never, and will never, love him romantically), that just isn’t plausible. The most important point to me is that MEW DOESN’T CARE. He might as well have said it before with how blatantly obvious it was. Like, what is Ray supposed to think about the status of your relationship (which was never explicitly defined) when you refuse to kiss him in private but make out in front of your ex-boyfriend?
Gonna list a few of your claims here that I connect with a lot because you really said it best:
“…when your so-called boyfriend (who up until a hot second ago repeatedly and flatly denied having any romantic interest in you whatsoever) recoils from you in private but plants one on you in front of his ex in public...like Ray said, you get the hint!”
“IMO there's no way Ray would be out there having ridiculously hot make-out sessions with Sand if he believed for one second that Mew was genuinely falling in love with him (or even genuinely trying to).”
I don’t think anyone is arguing that what Ray has done is the best way to handle the situation objectively (at least, no one that I’ve seen), but just that the circumstances and evidence we’ve been presented with are not 100% aligned for Top and Ray and should thus not be treated as equally wrong. When the characters themselves are not only demonstrating these lack of feelings but calling them out verbally, there’s substantially less room for the “Ray is just as bad as Top” thing. And I do expect to get flack for this but honestly, in my viewing experience, viewing the situations as objectively as I can, what Top did is worse for the reasons you outline. And this is not me saying that Ray can do no wrong. It’s in consideration of what was expressly defined by each couple.
Regarding Top’s character in general; Top is two-faced, and I also enjoy that aspect of his character because it’s the only thing that really gives him any dimension. I wish Mew could see him when he interacts one-on-one with Sand and Boston because I have a feeling that would enlighten him to aspects of Top’s character that he’s hidden away. The funny thing is that Mew seems to have suspected this right from the start, yet he hasn’t ever seen this part of Top.
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Two-Body Problem
Mark Watney x reader
Grad School AU, (academic) rivals to ??????
No use of pronouns or y/n
[Masterlist]
Not Beta-read, we die like Spirit and Opportunity.
CW: networking, Inaccurate depictions of organic chemistry, probably riddled with typos, but that's all I can think of. Please please please let me know if I missed anything and I'll add it to the top of the list
The reader and Mark are both PhD candidates at Northwestern and both happen to be GTAs for an o-chem/bio-chemistry class. They schedule and meet up on neutral ground(a library) to get some grading done together and some unexpected feelings creep in.
AN: This is the first fanfic I've ever written; critique is always welcome and encouraged, but, uh, perhaps manage your expectations? Idk 😅 I'm not the best when it comes to creative writing, but there's a criminally low amount of fic for The Martian and even fewer fic centered around Mark imo. I might continue this into something more, if there's demand and if I've the energy and motivation 🤷🏾
Alright, I'll stop trying to lamp-shade; Enjoy, and thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this 💚💚💚
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Wanna meet up to put a dent in the pile of grading I know you also have? 
The two of you exchanged numbers at the beginning of fall quarter out of politeness, but it was still surprising to see the notification from Mark’s text. 
Leaning back in your chair, you considered your options, the soft sensor schematic in front of you now fully abandoned after an hour of rearranging thermocouples and resistors trying to alleviate a stubborn inductive noise problem.
Mark had been a thorn in your proverbial side since the day you met him; well, night, to be exact—your blood begins to boil at the memory. You were engaged in cordial and calculated banter with a researcher working in a lab you were gunning for before being interrupted by someone exclaiming “Dr. Hernandez!” to your left. You blinked and the fragile connection you just began to form had crumbled as the attention of the faculty member in question whirled to the side and greeted a stocky and stubbly man who Dr. Hernandez introduced to you as “Mark Watney, one of my PhD students!” This confused you since his name tag clearly said, Plant Bio and Conservation and this was a mixer in the electrical and computer engineering department; “I’m working with him and a faculty member in my own department on developing novel ways of monitoring soil properties in areas in Illinois hardest hit by industrial runoff” Mark says with a smile that oozes levels of confidence and hubris only considerable privilege can spawn. He gives you a quick glance before saying, “which actually reminds me-” and steering Dr. Hernandez away from you. Now, this certainly stung, but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t get over. No, what made this a problem was Mark’s uncanny ability to draw the room’s attention to him and his work, making it a just a tad difficult to properly network without having to entertain talk and conversation surrounding the department’s charismatic new wunderkind apparent. This combined with quite publicly challenging a design of yours for a class you two shared had firmly placed Mark in your list of worst enemies. Which, admittedly, might be a bit dramatic, but after some quippy and well worded critiques and suggestions to optimize a C++ script he’d written for the same class it seemed you’d made your way onto his hit list too, if department gossip had any veracity to it—so at least the feeling was mutual.
Which brings you back to your confusion at this new development in your communication with him; Mark hadn’t exactly jumped for joy when, in some sick reversal of the infamous two-body problem, the two of you got hired as TAs for the same introductory o-chem class. You exchanged numbers, but neither reached out to the other to host joint office hours, or to work together to get through the ever-growing pile of completed homework assignments that you two need to finish grading—in fact, this is the first time either of you texted the other since the first text you sent confirming your number as yours. Staring at your phone’s screen you weighed the pros and cons of saying yes; on the one hand, it’ll help the two of you get ahead on the imposing pile of work that had accumulated just in the first 2 and a half weeks of the quarter. On the other hand, it meant that you’d have to breathe the same air as your infuriatingly handsome nemesis for longer than you were required to. Not that he was your type. Absolutely not. He just… had an objectively strong jawline…. Choosing not to think too hard about that and reasoning that getting grading done was more important than your pride, you typed out a curt sure. See you at Galter in an hour? And waited for his equally as curt sounds good before getting up to go change out of your comfy, at-home garb and head out the door with your half of the grading pile and your laptop tucked away into your backpack.
You’re chewing the last bite of a pop tart you got, realizing you unfortunately forgot to eat dinner before leaving, and scrolling through Instagram when Mark walks through the glass doors leading into the Galter Health Sciences Library. Under a mild windbreaker, he’s wearing what’s presumably a band t-shirt but with a worn-out and unrecognizable logo tucked into his cuffed light wash jeans. He"s carrying a clearly well-loved canvas satchel with a Cubs patch sewn onto the front. His hair was artfully tousled as he ran a hand through it while he looked for you in the spattering of students who occupied the library at minutes to 9 on a Friday evening. When his eyes finally land on you, he looks taken aback, the carefree look wiped off his face for a moment before he smirks at you through an obviously clenched jaw. “Glad you didn’t decide to stand me up. You reserve a conference room?” You returned his tension-filled smirk with a smile resembling a sneer and responded, “Of course. We’re on the second floor.” You stood up from your seat and started walking in the direction of the staircase, looking behind you to make sure he was following you only to find him in the middle of a light jog to position himself on your right side.
“So, how’s the dissertation writing going?” he asks over his shoulder. Scoffing, you respond with an incredulous “How’s yours?”, hoping he pics up on your clear annoyance at being asked that dreaded question yet again. Wincing at your retort of a question, he concedes with a “Fair enough” And the two of you are plunged back into the awkward silence that permeates the sparsely populated library.
after finally finding the room you reserved(the library is like a maze, capable of ensnaring even the most seasoned of academics), you shuffle into the study room together and set up your computers and piles of homework to be graded before settling into a serene flow with Mark working quietly beside you.
after about thirty minutes, you look over to Mark’s pile and notice that his “complete” pile is, unfortunately, larger than yours, which ignites a spark of competition in you. You start to try to work through your pile faster and Mark seems to pick up on your haste.“Worried about falling behind?” he scoffs with a shit-eating grin, clasping his hands together in front of his mouth. “Oh, not in the slightest; just trying to optimize my time, I've more work to get back to, you know.” you say, smirking back at him but with a glint in your eye, tacitly challenging him to try to get through his pile before you get through yours.
The two of you actually make some substantial progress in both of your piles before you encounter one of the more difficult homework assignments your students have been assigned. You’re stumped by the multi-part problem at the top of the page, trying unsuccessfully to follow the student’s work in front of you.
“... You on homework 15 yet?”
“Yep.” you nod.
“... You have any idea what Dr. C is asking them to do?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright, just checking.”
Mark sits back in his chair with a thud and runs a hand down his face. you stand from your seat and move to the small whiteboard on the wall opposite where you were sitting and start to list out the knowns and unknowns in the problem statement. You can feel Mark’s eyes on you the entire time, following along with your work and your movements as you draw out the reaction being described in the first part of the problem. You get stumped at the end of the problem, trying to piece together the end products of the reaction. You hear Mark shift behind you before turning around to see him walking toward the whiteboard to silently walk himself through your work, nodding at each step you took. He picks up a marker and starts adding onto where you were stumped and you watch intently, absorbing what he’s writing. As he finishes the problem, you get the chance to actually get a look at him while he’s working; he furrows his eyebrows and you notice a small crease he gets between his eyebrows as they cinch together, and the faint spattering of freckles across his nose becomes apparent with how close he is to you now. God, he is so close-"that should be it? I think?" He looks to you with an indiscernible look in his eye; first, a hint of shock as his eyes widen--looks like he noticed how close you are too-- then something else you can't quite identify. It takes more effort than your willing to admit, but you eventually tear your eyes away from his and look at his work on the board. It all makes sense, you also note how messily he draws his diagrams of the assortment of carboxyl groups created by the process at the center of the problem(and it also takes everything within you not to smile at that, thinking to yourself, when did this start feeling nice???). "It, uh, it looks all good to me. And the rest should follow from this too." you utter awkwardly and turn to face him again. "Yeah?" His state of mind is still elusive to you, and he responds with an almost dazed sounding "Yeah."
The moment doesn't last for long though, as a soft knock sounds at the door, startling you both out of your joint reverie. "Hey, you guys are the TAs for o-chem this quarter, right? Do you have time to talk about the homework due tomorrow?" The two of you exchange a glance and invite the exhausted looking undergrad into the alcove.
After helping your wayward student, the two of you start packing up your now completed piles of grading in silence, the awkward air from the beginning of the night settling back in now that the distraction from grading was gone. The two of you are about to part ways at the entrance of the library when Mark stops you with a "hey," and says,"uh, so, I know we have this…whatever this is? Between us" He gestures chaotically back and forth in the space between you, and you raise an eyebrow at him. "But this is the most work I've gotten done in one sitting in a while. Would you, uh, like to do this again? Maybe? But at more reasonable hour?" Mark takes a defensive steps back, and this throws you off for a multitude of reasons. One, Mark is acting nervous, which is something you've had the pleasure of witnessing mabe once in your time being around him. Two, he seems to be genuinely asking spend more time with you. And, to be honest, after the silence between the two of you was broken, that was also the most productive you've been in a while. And it probably wouldn't hurt to actually collaborate with him instead of trying to compete with him. Just as you began to fear you were taking too long to respond, Mark pulls his hands out of his pockets and puts them up in the universal "I'm harmless" pose, "you don't have to, I just thought I'd ask-" "sure." You cut him off before he can try to answer his question for you. He looks at you with what can only be described as gleeful shimmer in his eyes and smirked again; this time, though, it didn't have his usual venom behind it. "Yeah?" He asks hopefully. "Yeah." You smile in return, it reaching your eyes this time.
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happy new year!
Could you write a professor au snippet?
“Phase I is online,” Roohi squeals as she pulls Rafael in the closet.
“What are we doing inside a stupid closet?” Rafael groans.
“We’re snooping,” Roohi rolls her eyes. “Have you never watched any cop movie? Or set-up movie? Or any kind of movie?
Professor Magnus enters the room, followed by professor Abigail.
“Why are these two here?”
“I’m setting up Professor Magnus with Professor Abigail. Keep up Rafe,” Roohi explains.
“You are insufferable. Please get me out of this.”
“Abigail, what did you want to talk about?”
“Uhhh. I was hoping we could work on the notes for the conference being held next week.”
Magnus hums. “You’re right. It’s an important one. I do have some notes for the conference. We need to schedule a meet-up call for all the panelists. So, that they can know each other and also have the moderator share the sheet.”
“Yes,” professor Abigail twirls her hair discreetly. “We should. I’ll ask Monique to check everyone’s calendar.
“That’s great.”
“They have no chemistry,” Rafael mumbles.
Roohi swats at his chest. “Are you insane? They are oozing off chemistry.”
“Do you even know what chemistry is?”
“Yes. I have had boyfriend,” she squeals.
Rafael gives her a look, “That’s not what I asked.”
“I know what chemistry looks like. Shut up,” Roohi points out.
“This is going to fail.”
There’s a grin on Roohi’s face. “Really, because look at that.”
Rafael turns his eyes towards the room, and the two people in it.
Professor Magnus and Professor Abigail are laughing at something. They’re sitting close to each other, relaxed and Magnus cracks up a joke that makes Abigail laugh.
“This could work.”
“All of this just so you get a few extensions on your assignment?”
Roohi flips her hair. “All of this so that Professor Magnus and Professor Alec stop ruining our lives with their mutual hatred.”
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runawaymun · 18 days
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For the ship ask Annatar/Celebrimbor (I don’t ship this myself, but at the same time have read one or two fics with them)
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It compels me enough to play with it, but I don’t really enjoy many fanon interpretations. I was never all that into it prior to the show. I do love it in the context of Rings of Power for reasons that are about 60% Charlie and Charlie oozing sexual chemistry the entire time they were on screen together and 40% anti h*ladriel spite, so 😭 I started shipping ROP them as a joke but now it’s not a joke anymore help
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Hawkins Hellraiser Pt.3
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Chapter Three: The Hideout
Summary: You head to The Hideout to find Corroded Coffin have a gig there. Eddie protects you from conflict with the locals.
Warnings: swearing, mention of bad relationship with parents, descriptions of violence, physical assault and knives, mention of attempted SA, underage drinking
Pairing: Eddie x non-gendered reader
w/c: 1.6k
Everything was pissing you off lately. You got a D on your latest Chemistry assignment, you turned up late to Math because this shithole of a school can’t put decent directions on the walls, and then that asshole Munson destroyed your book. Oh, and to top it off, your good-for-nothing excuse of a father forgot your birthday, again. Too ‘loved-up’ with his twenty-something girlfriend to give a shit about his real family. Even your mom was pushing it. You could usually tolerate her or at least find a common ground in conversation, but she had spent the last four nights clinging to a bottle of merlot and bitching on the phone to her friends back in your hometown about how the world was against her. Listening to your heaviest cassettes wasn’t enough to drown out her whining. She didn’t even notice you slip out the front door on Tuesday evening. 
You were still getting used to the neighbourhood and only vaguely knew the walking route into town. You were alert, half expecting a stranger’s approach as you wandered alone at dusk. You’d been jumped before, just before you moved to Hawkins. “The local freak deserves a proper send off, don’t you think?” That’s what those fuckers said, right before they pushed you to the ground, kicked you in the ribs and yanked at your hair. Thankfully the little shits were pretty weak and you came out with just a few bruises and scrapes. It left you with a hardened outer shell though, difficult to break or bend. Your encounter with Munson last week was the closest anyone had come to rattling that shell, it stunned you. He’d been a total dick, he knew it, and you hated him for what he did. But your mind fixated on his big, brown eyes and the way he held himself, assured and controlled. A tiny part of you felt welcomed by him, intrigued even, but your guard stayed up. 
The streetlamps of downtown Hawkins neared, and you found yourself just off the main strip. Seeing as neither of your parents had bothered to spend your birthday with you, you fancied a small celebration of your own. Neon lights catch your peripheral vision and you turn to see ‘The Hideout’ shining from across the street. Any bar suited really, all you wanted was an excuse to get a drink. You’d just turned 18, but you carried around a dodgy ID in your back pocket for such an occasion as this. 
The room was dark and the air felt heavy and thick with smoke. Two red-faced drunks sat at opposite ends of the bar; each bumming a cigarette but only one with a drink in his hand, the other looked like he was lost in the thoughts of a better time. A couple of truckers stood playing pool, the stench of beer oozing from them. Their stare matched yours, and you eyed them as you made your way over to the bartender. “Whiskey and Coke, ple-” you’re cut off by the sound of electrical feedback. You turn suddenly, squinting into the darkness and see a meagre stage setup in the corner of the room. Four bodies come into focus, aligning with their instruments - drums, bass, guitar and vocals. The bartender passes you your drink, and you briefly note that he hadn’t even asked for your ID. Electrical feedback continued as wires were plugged in, the tinkling of a crash cymbal bouncing off the walls. 
“Good evening, Hawkins.” 
A gruff voice found the mic, its creator clearly pressing their lips to the metal with how muffled it sounded. 
“We are Corroded Coffin.” The drummer counted them in with a tap of their sticks 1..2..3..4. 
The guitarist began, a sweet riff that you instantly recognised as Paranoid by Black Sabbath. As they opened the song, you realised who you were looking at, The Hellfire Club. Well, four of them at least, and Munson was on guitar. Dressed all in black, he wore a bandana around his head and donned a leather jacket; his ringed fingers wrapped around the guitar neck. At the sight of him you were filled with loathing. You took too large a sip of your drink, the whiskey burning your throat, and you hissed through your teeth. 
It filled you with hate that he was up there, probably having the time of his fucking life. You hated his stupid bandana and his ridiculous friends. Hated the lingering smell of cigarettes that followed him and the way he’d mess his hair up with his hands to re-style it. You hated that he was a good performer. A fucking insanely talented guitarist. But the thing you hated most was that you were actually enjoying their set. You necked your drink and demanded another. 
Eddie was deep in concentration, now delivering a powerful rendition of Seek and Destroy by Metallica. He’d played it hundreds of times, but somehow he felt like this time really mattered. Closing the song, Eddie lifted his head, his hair already in tangles from headbanging and beads of sweat starting to form at his temples. He wiped the sweat from his upper lip with the back of his hand, his rings reflecting the stage lights above. He turned to grab a sip of beer from behind him, a pint glass perched on a Marshall amp. 
Crash!
The members of Corroded Coffin turned to the source of the noise. The truckers were laughing and the drunk who’d been lost in thought was now out of his seat and talking gibberish. You were drenched in whiskey and coke. Your hand had slipped as the bartender had passed you a fresh one, spilling it down yourself and smashing the crystal tumbler on the floor. You dabbed yourself down with the bartender’s dishcloth. 
“Hey, Blondie! You good?” Eddie called from the dark, half laughing, half sincere. He could only make out your hair in the terrible lighting, but who else could it have been? He’d also never seen that incredible figure on anyone else in Hawkins, so knew instantly it was you. 
“Fine,” you huffed, taking off your jacket and fanning your top dry. You heard Eddie say something to his bandmates but were interrupted by the boozy truckers before you could try and eavesdrop. 
“Well, well, that’s a damn shame,” the slightly drunker one said, grinning at your now almost see-through top. 
“We’ve got spare clothes in the truck if you want ‘em?” the other one gestured to the truck parked out front. You give them a defiant glare. “C’mon, we won’t bite.” They both moved closer, touching your arm, your lower back, anything their greedy hands could reach. “Hey wh- fuck- get off me!”
“HEY!” 
Eddie shoved one of the leches to the ground and grabbed the other by his neck, pinning him against the front door. He pulled a swiss knife from his back pocket and put the cold blade to his throat. The man squealed and whined in fear, you could’ve sworn that he even pissed himself. 
“I think it’s time you boys took a hike, huh?” Eddie growled, tilting the blade to position it against the trucker’s pulsating jugular. The man nodded profusely, slowly raising his arms in defeat. Eddie pulled open the door and shoved him outside, the one on the ground clambering to his feet to follow. He kept his knife pointed at them until they were back in the truck, spitting on the ground where they had stepped. He turned, closing his blade and putting it back in his jeans.
“You’re welcome, Blondie.”
“I had it under control,” you snarled, “I didn’t need your help”. You knew that he saw the lie behind your eyes. In truth, you were afraid. Teenagers and jumped-up kids you could deal with, but grown men with evil intentions were another bag. You’d played out in your head so many times what you would do if anyone tried to put their hands on you, the self-defence moves to play and the discreet weapons you could carry. But your mind had gone blank. Whether it was the alcohol, the unfamiliarity of The Hideout, or the fact that Eddie’s guitar playing had secretly been sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, you had completely faltered. 
“Sure you did, it looked completely under control before I stepped in,” Eddie grinned, that wicked smile again. You were trying so hard to hide your weakness, that whiskey has really kicked in, you thought.
You sighed, putting your hand across your forehead and pushing your curls from your face, “thank you, Munson”. 
“Eddie,” he smiled, “just Eddie”. 
Your mouth curved at the corner, “thank you, Eddie.”
Eddie’s smirk faded, realising that now was his chance to get on your good side. All he wanted was to be close to you, listen to you, learn from you, find out who you were. He’d had to be bad to coax a reaction out of you and get you near to him. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t enjoyed it though. 
“Listen, I, uh- I’m sorry… about the book”. You were taken aback, he actually gave a shit? “The guys were pushing me to do it and I, uh…” he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I was a dick. A total, big, fat, chunky dick…and an asshole.” You breathed out a laugh, struggling to make eye contact with him now. “And look, if you want to be left alone, I totally get it, okay? If that’s what you want, your wish is my command.” He gave a short bow and stepped back, giving you space to answer. 
You looked him in the eye now, those brown eyes that sent your heart fluttering. You smiled, turning away to grab your jacket. His gaze never left your face. You approached him, and placed a hand on his arm, “see you around, Eddie”.
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