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honey-milk-depresso · 3 months

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Batfam x reader going to an escape room

Gesus I went insane from this, I was too lazy to do Babs and Bruce I’m sorry- 😭😭

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Batfam x S/o VS Escape Rooms

Dick Grayson

God forbid you bring him to a horror-themed escape room. He can fight Joker, Slade, almost get killed like three days a week but he’s scared of them nasty ass sound effects when you unlock a clue and begin jumping on you while screaming until he stops and goes “oh hey, a clue-”

Sometimes keep pointing at the wrong kinds of clues. Like the ones that have the sticker label that says “NOT PART OF ROOM” and can still ask, “is this a clue???”

If you’re scared, both of you can cling together although both of you would push each other to try to punch in the coordinates because you fear the whacky effects this escape room offers.

He will, however, do everything you tell him when trying to solve puzzles. Dick will sacrifice all his loud sound fear and do it for you. Otherwise if you’re brave enough (magically) he’ll just look from behind and clap with amazement.

Whether you two escape or not… usually not. You guys get stuck there most of the time although he wouldn’t be so jumpy and can focus if you two pick a non-horror-themed escape room. You two still had fun though and that’s all that matters. <3

Jason Todd

I felt like he might’ve destroyed the props inside the room out of frustration. Horror themed or not, this man can get frustrated over puzzles he’s failing at. Like one time this man was punching in possible combinations as stated in the piece of paper you two found (miraculously) that had a riddle to the password of the lock the two of you were trying to open and ends up breaking the lock with his bare hands out of frustration that the host had to rush in after catching all that on camera.

He keeps complaining, “that shit is more nonsensical than Riddler’s riddles, goddamnit!” He just wants to win and get out of here with you. That’s the whole POINT.

The one who keeps making sarcastic jokes about all the clues like “this guy puts ‘DEATH’ as the password, how original”, “wow. Who could’ve guessed the VAMPIRE out of the three options where the two others are HUMANS is the killer. Incredible.” You’ll never here the end of it-

If you’re scared, he’ll hold you closer to him (while he slowly loses his shit to colour coordinated buttons) and secretly likes how you cling to him if you are scared. If not, he’s appreciative you try to calm him down and help him stay focus.

You two would sometimes get out, sometimes not successfully, but all the time you’d usually get a bill to pay for the damaged props. Couple goals. <3

Tim Drake

He is full on lock mode INTO this escape room game. By this point, you two are just speed-running through this to get out and win.

Tim is a detective with an IQ of 142 after all, so most of the escape rooms are just easy for him that you complain isn’t fun anymore. Thus, you two go for the really hard ones and I mean those REALLY hard ones like “The Caretaker” kinda with a 1.5% success rate THEN would things get interesting.

Tim likes a challenge, and he gets even more determined to be successful in escaping. He’s not scared of the props, even in horror-themed because he’s super driven to win. If you get scared of horror-themed, and even more terrifying is that it has such a low success rate he’s still by your side trying to reassure you while trying to solve the clues to get the both of you to the next section. Most of the time, you two get out. He gets super salty if he was about to key in the code to get out but just that split second he ran out of time and the both you didn’t get out. Kiss his cheek so he’ll completely forget being salty and more red-faced. <3

Damian Wayne

Like Jason, might’ve break a few props in the process of being frustrated. He’s laser focused in winning and escaping, it’s just that he’s frustration bubbles up easily in an escape room when he come across a particularly challenging roadblock he might push away his rationality and break the lock with his bare hands like Jason (dude how??).

He’s not scared of escape rooms, and maybe for the cheaper ones he’ll think are lame: commenting on how fake the blood is or how plastic-y the skull is with his bad painting. If you’re scared though, he’s silently celebrating the fact he gets to hold you close all while having a straight face.

Inside, his brain is yelling “YESSSSSSS- THANK YOU LORD FOR LETTING ME HOLD THEM IN MY ARMS AND-”

Yeah- pretty much just sums up the most chaotic experience for you or at least, whatever goes on his head.

Usually would get out with him, although sometimes you two would find a bill to pay for broken props but it’s not as bad as Jason’s count so don’t worry. <3

Duke Thomas

He’s pretty good at escaping actually. Well, he’s not as fast as Tim, but if given an hour on an average escape room, Duke can get out with you in maybe 50 minutes flat.

Of course, he’s not gonna try escaping an escape room with a success rate of 1.5% like Tim is, he knows his limits.

Has fun in horror and non-horror themed escape rooms alike. He’s mildly scared of the horror ones, maybe just be slightly jumpy but he won’t scream hysterically or anything. He’ll probably laugh it off and focus on figuring out the clues.

Maybe throw in a joke or two like, “wow, this guy just gives us the password through people’s surnames that are all colour names. If only it was that easy in stakeout mission-”

If you’re scared, he’s there for you and reminds you it’s fake. You’re not gonna die here (because this isn’t a twisted kind of escape room set up by Joker or anything like that, it’s an entertainment one so it’s okay-) and is pretty chill about the whole thing.

Pretty high success rate to escape for most escape rooms and definitely a lot of fun with him even if you guys fail! <3

Cassandra Cain

Also pretty high success rate of getting out of your average escape room, but she also might be another one to break the props but usually by accident.

She might be a little frustrated rattling with the locker and wondering what other possible the lock combination could work when she accidentally uses her strength and kinda… breaks the lock by accident. The two of you would look at each other as Cass slowly just… puts the lock away and gets to the next clue while the two of you act like nothing happened.

Very calm and collected and she’s just unfazed with the horror-themed escape rooms. She’s seen far worse and in fact, she thinks the horror-themed ones are fun that she’s seen smiling more while solving each clue.

If you’re scared of the props, she tried to reassure you they’re face by showing the blood is fake and the skulls are fake (and then accidentally breaks them somehow or drops the fake blood on the floor-) as she tried to reassure you.

Overall, 10/10 good time with Cass. <3

Stephanie Brown

Okay so… she’s focused, yes, but she takes a really long time to think. Just a tad bit. Might be like Dick: points to the prop that has a “NOT PART OF ESCAPE ROOM” label and goes “is this a clue???”

She’s trying, she really is. Has a pretty normal chance of escaping with you but usually with only 5 minutes left or less. I think the most insane one was when you and her finally broke out on the dot when one hour was over and it was time’s up. The host was just doing that white guy blinking meme thing and was like- “huh- okay-”

She’s kinda jumpy in horror-themed escape rooms, but she’s not like Dick to scream her lungs out. Maybe just let out a yelp or “HOLY SHI—” out loud and be like “goddamnit” when she quickly recovers.

If you’re scared, it’s okay she’s got you! Even if she’s a bit startled in the beginning, she’ll be your (mostly) knight in shining armour!

She jokes a lot about the props around like: “Lmao, this goofy horse painting’s like Jason”, “Why the skull look so poorly painted on the eyes”, “What is with that silly sounding witch laugh, lmao” to lighten up the mood.

Funny times with Steph in there so 10/10. <3

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cera-writes · 8 days

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So… a bit of a (potentially) weird fix request. The crop top has me in all kinds of feelings. The hair metal look on Gambit even more so. But I have the idea that the self insert (SI) is a massive fan of the bands that he uses T-shirts for, and Gambit has no clue about the music, he just loves the designs - and to rile up the SI. I’d love to see something in that vein, teasing or stealing his merch maybe? Could be SFW or NSFW? I’d imagine nsfw if it went too heated or playful an argument.

Sorry if this seems like a ramble. I just have the funniest images of myself having these arguments with him and it makes me smile.

Okay, BUT I LOVE THIS PROMPT. Yes, I'll write it asap ≧◡≦ pairing: reader x Remy Lebeau tags: nsfw, rough sex, kissing, face riding, teasing, dry humping, edging [Prompt: Reader steals Remy's crop top to teach him a lesson]

"You Wearin' My Shirt I See."

Dammit.

Why did he have to be so freaking hot in that tee shirt?! And his hair. GODS. You wanted to run your fingers through it.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of Remy. He was wearing one of your favorite bands on a sinful crop top that he had absolutely no business wearing. In front of you.

And he looked so damned good in it.

"Where'd you get it?" You asked him, taking a plate of beignets that he made.

"Get what chérie? These good looks?" Remy winked, clasping the tongs together in a clapping motion.

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of a beignet before your eyes settled back towards his midriff. That sexy, defined midriff.

"My eyes are up here mon ami," he teased you.

You huffed, blushing and embarrassed from the way he was making you flustered. The way only he could make you.

"Your shirt." you said as a matter of fact, trying to hide your annoyance.

"A thrift store." Remy shrugged.

Your eyes widened. "That shirt?! Do you know how hard it is to find that specific shirt? And you just found it? At a thrift store no less?" you shook your head.

Remy chuckled. " They must be important or somethin'. Shoot, I mean, I don't even know the band. Just liked the design."

You playfully smacked his arm.

"Rock God ?! You don't know who Rock God is?" You looked at him in disbelief. You absolutely loved that band. Worshipped them even. Hell, you'd basically worshipped them when you were in high school.

Remy simply shook his head.

"Poser," you smirked, crossing your arms. Remy arched a brow and moved closer to you, backing you up against the kitchen counter.

He noticed the slight dusting of powdered sugar on the corner of your lip before taking his thumb ever so slowly and swiping it across your skin. You tensed for a split second. He then brought his thumb to his lips before licking the sugar clean off.

"So sweet," he teased, dangerously close to your ear before moving away from you like nothing had happened. You could feel the heat of his breath tickle you, exciting you in the littlest of ways.

You felt your body suddenly heating up at his little act of flirting. So that's how he wanted to play? Two could play that game.

Later that night, you went to check and see if Remy was in his room. After a few knocks with no answer, you proceeded inside. You knew his room had an attached bathroom and you saw steam rising behind the closed door, meaning he was in the shower.

You also couldn't help but notice the shirt he was wearing earlier tossed carelessly on top of his bed.

Perfect.

You didn't know how long you had but you stripped down in nothing but your underwear. You threw his shirt over your head, leaving your other clothes discarded on the floor.

It smelled so good. You inhaled the scent of him. A hint of tobacco, sandalwood, and the faint scent of beignets he made earlier lingered on the linen. It was just so incredibly Remy.

You heard some rustling in the bathroom and quickly posed on the bed before he noticed. You laid down in the usual sexy cliche pose, one hand resting on your hip as you used the other to prop your head up on one of his pillows.

What you didn't expect to see was him clad in nothing but a towel draped over his waist as he came out of the bathroom after flicking the light switch off.

It was dark in his room, but you could see him plain as day. He hadn't noticed you yet. He shuffled around the room until he found the lamp on his bedside table. He yanked the pull cord down and nearly jumped in surprise upon seeing you, at last.

"Putain, tu m’as fait peur!" Gambit jumped back, holding his towel tight against his ass. He then noticed what you wearing and a lack thereof, on his bed.

"Damn, chére, you look good enough to eat sprawled out like that. And what's this?" He smirked before biting his bottom lip. "You wearin' my shirt I see?"

"Nice of you to finally notice," you said in your most sultry voice.

The plan was just to tease him. But you didn't expect him to actually be into it. You figured he'd kick you out of his room or something after pulling a stunt like that, but you should know Remy better than that.

Remy climbed up onto his bed, getting ridiculously close to you again. "Now, ma petite, you should know by now when Gambit sees somethin' he likes, he goes after it."

You felt your body growing hotter with each word that came from the creole's smooth tongue. You wanted him. You wanted this man from the very second you set eyes on him. You wanted whatever this was between you both.

Without a second thought, you were pulling him into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a very heated kiss. All those months of you teasing each other finally culminated into this exact moment.

His stubble tickled your cheek as he kissed you back with even more ferocity and lust. God, you couldn't get enough of Remy Lebeau.

He groaned into the kiss, letting his tongue wrestle yours in a game of dominance. You needed to be above him. You needed that sense of control. So you did. You flipped positions so that you were now straddling his waist.

He let out a low whistle before drinking you in. "My shirt sure does look better on you."

He then sat up, only to lean into your ear. "But I bet it'd look even better off." He nipped at the soft skin of your ear, making you whimper and shudder pleasantly as you felt yourself getting wetter for him. He knew that got a reaction out of you earlier and loved the way you came undone for him.

You then found yourself grinding against him through that pitiful excuse of a towel he still had tied around his waist. This time, Remy was the one letting soft whimpers escape his lips. "A-ahh, ma chere..."

Oh.

That definitely did it for you. You ground your hips into his again. If it wasn't before, your underwear was definitely soaked now.

"Continue comme ça," he begged. Oh, to have him begging in French underneath you was such a treat. It definitely turned you on more than you'd have liked to admit.

You continued teasing him. Just feeling him against your core was almost enough to send you over the edge but Remy stopped you from abruptly reaching that high. You pouted in frustration at this.

"Not yet. I wanna taste you," he licked his lips. You didn't have time to react before he was scooting your frame above him, positioning you so that you were practically sitting on his face. He pulled your underwear down your thighs before they were even completely off of you as he didn't stop until he had tasted every inch of you, his skilled tongue dancing patterns against your hot, drenched skin.

"Oh, fuck!" You screamed. You gripped the brass metal headboard, gripping it for dear life as his tongue explored everywhere. You started grinding again, not realizing the sound his bed was making as it creaked back and forth. Honestly, you didn't seem to care and neither did he. You would soon rather wake the entire Institute before letting this kind of pleasure slip away.

"Gods, Remy...I'm about to-" Your eyes slammed shut and you screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasurable relief and bliss washed over you. He lapped up every bit of your essence and proudly grinned once he'd made you come. He did that.

After you caught your breathing and had time to recuperate for a second, you decided you weren't done with him...by no means anywhere close to being through with this man.

You positioned yourself on top of him once more, not that he had any conplaints. "It's my turn again." you smirked, face and hair sticky with beads of sweat. But you looked like a goddess in his eyes. "Angélique," he sighed, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasting any remaining remnants of you. "So sweet," he purred.

His erection had practically slipped from underneath the towel by now and you ripped the rest of the fabric away. He was big. He was already dripping precum for you before you'd even lowered your mouth completely down his length.

His hands instantly gripped the sheets. He hissed as a gasp of pleasure escaped his lips, just from you doing god's work.

He was a whimpering hot mess, uttering broken French as you bobbed up and down his shaft at a pace comfortable enough to edge him close but not enough to make him orgasm. Not yet anyway. No, you wanted to enjoy seeing him squirm for you.

"Oh, mon ami, I should let you borrow my-unf-shirt more often if it leads to this," he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure.

You teased him sinfully, bringing him dangerously close to climaxing but denying him that release.

You didn't have time to continue before he wanted control. "I can't stand it anymore, chere. I have to have you." He growled, flipping positions again but this time you were on your hands and knees, pressed into the mattress.

You hardly had time to even notice him slipping on a condom. He was making fast work of his hands.

"So eager," you teased.

He lined himself at your entrance before slamming into you with such a need that would bring the whole Institute down. You gripped the brass headboard again, screaming in writhing pleasure as he pounded in and out of you with such relentless force.

You were damn sure the other X-Men could hear every single moan and scream coming from Remy's room but you could own up to that later. You honestly couldn't give a fuck. The only thing that mattered right now was this man literally fucking your brains out. And Gods. He was.

"Harder!" you begged. Remy was already so close. He obliged you and gripped your waist with both hands, throwing his head back as he moaned your name over and over again. All you could think about was him in that crop top and his hair done in such a way that could have sent you over the edge right then and there.

He was hitting that sweet spot over and over, causing you to come a second time before his movements became sloppier as he finally released himself inside of you.

You were both a panting, hot sweaty mess when you collapsed down onto the mattress. Remy carelessly tossed the used condom in the bin beside his bed.

"Fuck, Remy. That was...amazing." You smiled, laughing incredulously a bit as you kissed his cheek as he laid beside you.

"You're amazing, ma petite." He grinned, pulling you into his chest.

Somewhere amidst all your fun, your underwear had gotten lost in the sheets. Remy found them before sliding them into his bedside drawer for keeps.

"Can I keep your shirt?" You asked, not expecting him to say yes.

"As long as I can keep those," He smirked, alluding to your underwear.

"Deal," you sighed contently as you both drifted off to a great sleep.

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting this @cookiesandcosplay! It was so much fun to write! <333

#gambit x reader #gambit #xmen #xmen97remy #remy lebeau x reader #remy lebeau

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ticklystuff · 3 months

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Energy to Burn

a/n: inspired by gaming's teapot dialogue (pls ignore thoma standing there menacingly i was too lazy to remove him for the pic..)

for some context, a lot of ppl that celebrate lunar new year will clean their homes prior to the new year! but ya i was supposed to upload this before lantern rite and that did not happen so just pretend i did

wc: ~1.8k

summary: aether has the very relatable problem of someone else doing his chores, oh the horror

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Hallway clean.

Counters sheen.

Kitchen kempt.

House pristine.

Aether's eyes scanned over the entirety of his living space, taking in the now well-organized room. Sloppy would be misleading in terms of how to describe himself and Aether did enjoy cleaning on the occasion, yet a certain floating companion could easily offset his progress. Compound that with constant settled dust and dirt while being away and keeping the teapot spotless becomes a massive ordeal. He did his best, he really did, but things were never exactly how Aether liked them.

Yet as much as his own reflection in the countertops was pleasing to the eye, Aether couldn't help but release a lowly sigh, recalling a conversation from the day prior.

"Now, I know you won't let me pay any rent while I'm here, 'cause we're friends and all, but I will at least insist on making myself useful. So, if you catch me cleaning or gardening at any point — don't try and stop me."

It didn't take a genius to deduce the "culprit" behind the state of the teapot and Aether soon found himself running through the hallways of the house, crying out to his guest, always taking a second to marvel at the cleanliness of each room, before bolting to a different area of the building.

"Gaming! Gaming!!"

A brief run-through of the kitchen area rewarded Aether with a clue for his efforts: a propped open backdoor to the garden area. Lo and behold, there Gaming was, kneeling down to feed the numerous cats Aether liked to bring home to the teapot, seemingly oblivious to the blond's nearby presence. The dancer's current attire heavily clashed with the colorful flora he stood amongst, adorning a simple grey t-shirt that gave a slight peek of his midriff, baggy shorts that fell past his knees, and his usual shoes improperly slipped on. As Aether approached the other, he couldn't help but notice the little tune Gaming hummed, bobbing his head along. Lacking the usual accessories, Gaming's disheveled hair flew about in the breeze without a care.

"Gaming?" Aether slowly approached the other, prompting him to practically jump in response.

"Oh- woah! Morning, boss!" Gaming giggled, catching himself in the moment. "Look at these little guys! They love the treats I brought them! Oh, and speaking of which, did you see the breakfast I made? It's nothing special, but I prepared some congee for you. I also found some pumpkins laying around and cut them up, if you'd like to add them to your dish!"

"Ah, I haven't eaten yet," Aether nodded, watching the cats devour their food, "but I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the house."

"Oh, it's no problem-"

"But also, you really don't need to go through all this effort," Aether quickly interjected. "You're a guest here and you should really be enjoying your time, not doing my chores."

"Uh-uh, no can do, boss!" Gaming gave another grin, not a beat missed in his reply. "I've already told you that's not how it's going to fly. Plus, who says I'm not having a good time doing your chores?"

"Gaming.."

"Heh, don't sweat it," he tilted his head, before huffing in reassurance. "My po po always taught me that I should always show gratitude to my host for having me as a guest. Besides, it's almost Lantern Rite and it's customary to clean your home before then. I know this isn't my own place, but it's where I'm staying for now, so might as well!"

"Well, not to this extent." He couldn't help but sigh, feeling conflicted, yet at the same time, Gaming didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it," Gaming clicked amusedly with his tongue. "Just think of it as a productive way for me to burn all my energy for the day!"

"I suppose." Didn't really help him feel less bad about the whole thing, though.

"Alrighty then!" Gaming placed his hands on his hips in thought. "What's next on the agenda- Ah! H-Hehehey!" The sudden outburst took Aether by surprise, taking a moment to realize why. Now out of food, the cats Gaming had been generously feeding were brushing along the bare lower parts of his legs, some even pawing at his shins, meowing as if crying out for more food.

"N-No, get awahahay!" the brunet continued to giggle, hopping between each leg to avoid the encircling horde of kittens clamoring for their next snack. "H-Here!" Gaming quickly reached into his pocket, throwing out a surplus of treats that was enough to divert the attention of his new following.

And the whole time, Aether had been observing.. watching.. stewing the little idea that the teapot cats have so graciously handed to his brain on a silver platter. If Gaming had extra energy burn, he could certainly help with that.

"Whew," Gaming sighed in relief once the cats had dispersed. "Do you not feed them here? Why are they so hun- WahH! Hey! Boss, w-what're you-?! N-Nohoho! Nahahat you too!"

In his distracted state, it wasn't particularly difficult for Aether to bowl the other over, easily pinning Gaming to the grassy garden of the teapot. Once ready, Aether set his plan into motion, digging into the sides that were oh-so conveniently exposed thanks to Gaming's choice of current attire.

"You mentioned having a little extra energy to spare," Aether teased, pinching at the exposed sides in succession to create an erratic giggly response. "Thought that maybe I could help with that."

"Nahahat like thihihis!" Gaming shook his head with a smile, showing off the widest dimples adorning his cheeks. "I-I wahahas juhuhust trying to heheEHEHELP!"

Aether couldn't help but grin along, having just hit a particularly good spot that elicited the cutest squeals. He continued to make use of the newfound discovery, circling the area around Gaming's navel with the tips of his finger nails in repeated motions to draw out the contagious laughter. "Y'know this is your fault, right? If you hadn't started feeding the cats, I would have never found out you're so ticklish."

"Th-That dohohohesn't mahahake any sehehense!" Gaming kicked his legs and patted away at the hands that lightly clawed all over his midsection, but it was for naught, as Aether had no intent on stopping any time soon. "Ehehehehahaha! StahahAHAhahap!"

"I could," Aether drew out with his tongue, making sure to really dig into the vulnerable waist with incessant pokes, feeling Gaming's body lurch and his legs kick to escape the way Aether effectively straddled him, "if you promise to relax during the rest of your stay."

"NEHEHEVEHEHER!"

Aether shrugged his shoulders, perfectly fine with Gaming's stubbornness, if that's what suited him. His laughter was the best part, Aether soon realized; there was something softly warm to it, akin to nibbling into a slice of freshly baked bread. No matter the flavor of laughter, whether it be the sharp yelps from squeezing his thighs to the squeals Gaming would make whenever his navel was targeted, or maybe the bouncy giggles from tasing his sides, the lush vibrant undertones were never absent, satiating Aether's ears in the most fulfilling way possible. He was so content with the current situation that the reason the two were there nearly slipped his mind, until the sight of Gaming's tomato cheeks caught Aether by surprise.

"Hehe, oops," Aether giggled, giving his hands and Gaming a pause. "Well, have we burned enough energy for today?"

"Nuh-uh," Gaming finally shook his head. Breathless as he may be, there was still the faintest glimmer of vigor behind his smile. "I can do this all day."

"Hmph, me too." His hands poised once again, prompting Gaming's limbs to tense in response, yet Aether found himself stopping midair. If Gaming didn't break from everything tried so far, then it would only make sense to switch up his target, but where to? So far, nothing had worked, the boy seemingly a boundless well of laughter and energy, but surely there'd be something..

"What's wrong?" Gaming spoke up, his voice not having fully recovered yet. "Given up yet?"

"Heh, no," Aether lightly tweaked his hips, causing his arms to flail, before his arms landed uselessly on the grass next to.. a discarded shoe?? The blond blinked twice, taking a moment to piece together that one of Gaming's slippers must've flung off during all the kicking he was doing, which meant..

Aether quickly slid downwards, ensnaring the bare foot in an armlock before Gaming could make a move, creating what seemed to be panicked shaking from behind. "H-Hey, wait a minute," Gaming's voice could be heard running a mile a minute, as his free leg pressed against the grass in a last attempt to escape. "Okay, okay this is mean! No, no, no, you don't have to- NohohOHOHO! W-WahahahAIT!"

The effect was almost instant, as Aether scribbled up and down the sensitive sole, eliciting crackled laughter from its owner. He took a second to take a peek behind him, giggling at the scene of Gaming uselessly covering his face with his hands as muffled helpless laughter poured through. There was the occasional kick to his backside from the other spasming leg, but Aether made sure to reward those with a few rougher scrapes to his foot. "Surrender yet?"

"WahAHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear a yes," Aether snickered, drowned out by Gaming's wailing, feeling the trapped leg buck in his grasp. His fingers ran up the length of the sole, earning himself squeal whenever he reached the base of Gaming's toes, before sliding back down to his heel.

"Okay! Okahahahay! Stahahap! I gihiHIHIVE!"

Just for good measure, Aether delivered a few more pressurized pokes to the middle of his foot, listening as Gaming slapped his hands on the grass in defeat amongst the pleading. When he eventually released his leg, Aether was surprised to see the limb fall limp instead of being pulled back to safety, though he supposed this was a good sign that Gaming's energy was finally spent.

"Urgh, why," the brunet groaned, exhausted without a doubt. "This is what I get for being a good person."

"No, it's what you get for being stubborn," Aether chided with a shake of his head, before offering his hand to help the other on his legs. Once Gaming stood up, Aether couldn't help but ruffle the disheveled mess of brown hair in an attempt at brushing away the pieces of grass caught in the strands.

"Mmm," Gaming shook his head, before running his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "Maybe you won today, but there's always tomorrow's chores. You can't totally stop me."

Aether rolled his eyes in response. "Is that so?" he said, fingers wiggling towards Gaming's sides.

"Okay, okay!" Gaming already began giggling again, jumping back to safety. "I'll learn to chill."

"Promise?"

Gaming sighed, almost as if he had something else to say, only to shake his head. "Fine, promise."

#gaming #aether #genshin impact #tickling

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jmdbjk · 6 months

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Praise and worship

I finally figured out the meaning of the Standing Next to You MV!!

But first, did Kookie wax his pits or does he always have that landing strip of hair there?

Anyway, sorry for the immediate digression but you know it is imperative to dissect everything, even pit hair.

Back to the MV...

The opening scenes include this very non-inclusive sign:

Only limos, no sportscars, SUVs, pick up trucks, family sedans or mopeds welcome here. They are keeping the riff-raff out. ONLY LIMOS THEY SAID CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?

Obviously makes sense when we see this dystopian scene where less than a dozen people are walking around inside some sort of derelict compound. A FORTRESS FOR ONLY THE STRETCH LIMO PREFERRING POPULATION!

Incidentally, stretch limos represent 1 percent of the options available from limo companies in the U.S. (I googled it).

Amazing that they found this many in Budapest.

What was once a sign of affluence has now fallen on hard times... hence the decrepit dystopia pictured above.

Enter our female antagonist. Who does she represent? I'll get to that later...

Our antagonist is antagonizing beautifully throughout but starts off antagonistically in her leather coatdress and 1980's heavy black eyeliner and bobbed hair. After all, the song is a throwback to that era of the late 70's/early 80's. All she is missing is the peach blush in the hollows of her cheeks. Hand me a Maybelline Blooming Colors Blush Palette and I'll fix it.

Then the dark angel makes his appearance. Ah, yes, sweet angel, come closer.

I think he has come down or up from where ever dark angels habitate in order to correct an injustice... the injustice being the duck-billed cups of this atrociously antagonistic dress our antagonist is made to wear:

For real... they couldn't find a better fitting dress? At least grab a roll of toilet paper and stuff those titty cups to fill them out? They are so sad and droopy looking... props to her Maybelline Expert Eyes Turquoise eye shadow though.

I suppose the stacked pancakes... I mean bra cups... could have meant to be an homage to another 80's icon: Madonna and her cone shaped bra... but ... nah... try again. They look like hamburgers. Now I can't unsee it. So, so sad.

We do a lil spin and our protagonist spins himself up into a jewel encrusted, crotch grabbing, finger pointing master of his game.

I think he's here to conduct a worship service.

It's time to be churched:

Stretch limos (because no riff-raff remember?) enter the opening in a temple-of-Petra-like giant wall emblazoned with JK's sacred heart logo. Very symbolic.

In they go to gather for worship. Others sit in theatre seats while Ms. Antagonist sits on the car like a hood ornament.

So... who is she and what's going on here?

No clue. She sits haughtily and antagonistically on her outdated stretch limo, while her little minions sit in the rows watching the object of their desire preaching the holy choreography.

However, Mr. Protagonist is about to really lay down the religion.

But first, gratuitous shot of Kookie prancing in heeled chelsea boots.

Back to religion... the religion of Bangtan dance... one of these is not like the other.

(*covers Hobi-hyung's eyes* Don't look its too painful.)

Did they not monitor this mess?

I don't meant to be disrespectful and I know these guys are some of the best dancers in the industry but next to Jungkook, they look like a herd of elephants. Just sayin'.

Anyway, Protagonist proceeds to become angry at the sloppy choreo and all the limo drivers gather for a gang-brawl in the middle of the church. Probably arguing over the spelling of chauffeur. I couldn't find an urban slang reference for limo, limousine or limo driver. I'm sure some exist but being the innocent thing I am, I don't know what they are.

Mr. Protagonist brings down the wrath and puts the fear of Hobi into his crew:

Then the climax of the whole darn thing: a dance break. Holy communion commences with serious thrusting into crotch grabs (some are enjoying it more than others):

Service concludes and I wonder how many takes before they got one where Kookie didn't bust out laughing with his bunny giggle?

But seriously, the MV does seem to be an homage to an era where Michael Jackson thrilled us with his brilliant music and dancing. Jungkook is continuing to pull us and BTS as a group along, forging new paths for them in the music industry. Like Kookie, I am anxious for them to reunite and get back on that stage together. And like Yoongi, I too believe they will devour the world.

(It's humor, y'all.)

#worship at the altar of jungkook #its humor #sarcasm #parody #its not serious #i apologize if i offended anyone #however Bangtan Church of Choreography is very serious #standing next to you #jungkook golden #looking forward to a choreo performance mv please

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box Series— Imagines Edition: Best Friend Number Twos

request: “Sissy and Cole! Okay so, Cole just goes dibs one day? Like rocks up to the lake house of even to Anaheim and is basically like *scoop up sissy* "I'm borrowing this. Mental health day bye." And everyone is like can he do that? That's an option?”

warnings: cursing, we*d (underage)

word count: 1.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n: when i tell y’all idk timeline of their life, i mean that shit. ik alex lived with them at some point (from what i put together from context clues) and trevor said he lived with them at one point (idk if that’s separate from the 5 weeks) but this is DIY timeline so trevor isn’t living with them but he visits a lot bc he’s dating sissy (duh) during NTDP days

ps i high key hate this and i am so sorry but every time i hate something it does well soooo here it is :) lmk what you think (i wrote in inebriated)

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Sunday afternoons tended to be the calmest of all the days of the week. It was mainly spent with catching up on homework assignments, running errands, or just relaxing on the couch with your boyfriend, Jack, and Luke. Today was one of those days.

“Sissy, I love you, and if you weren’t Quinny’s entire world, you’d be mine. But I am—“

“Why can’t I be both of your entire worlds?” you cut him off. Jack tilted his head and gave you a ‘really?’ look, “Shut up, nobody asked you. Anyways, as I was saying, I love you, but I do not want to watch Catching Fire again.”

“But you love it!” you whined.

“Yes, but I don’t want to watch it every week! I don’t care how in love with Finnick you are, I’m picking the movie,” Jack stated. You crossed your arms and pouted, “Fine. Cars?”

Jack sighed and slammed his head down on the arm of the couch, “fucking dammit, fine!”

You cheered and fell into Trevor in celebration when the doorbell rang. Jack got up to open the door, “Oh hey! What are you doing here? Come on in.”

You and Trevor looked over and saw Cole entering the house. You both perked up and smiled at his arrival, “Cole!”

Trevor stood up to greet his friend in one of their weird handshakes they refuse to let you in on, “Hey! Whatcha doing here, buddy?”

Instead of answering immediately, Cole voted to just pick you up right off the couch and into his arms.

“I’m taking her,” Cole stated as if it were the most obvious thing int the world.

Jack, Luke, and Trevor all exchanged confused glances.

“Can he do that?” Trevor asked.

“Well, none of us are Quinn,” Luke said perplexed.

“Can I ask why you’re taking Sissy?” Jack turned to Cole, who was slowly walking to the door to keep conversation.

“I’ve been stressed, so I thought a Y/N day would solve all my problems,” Cole answered. “It works out great for you guys, I thought I’d give it a try.

“She is good at that,” Jack agreed. “Is this just a thing now? We can take her wherever?”

“Not when I’m—“

“With Quinn! Yeah, yeah, we know,” Jack interrupted.

Cole started walking closer to the door with you still i’m his arms. You situated yourself so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Cole! Where are you taking her?!” Trevor shouted at his best friend.

“Anywhere she wants!”

“Can we come?”

“I can’t have a detox with Y/N day with her brothers and boyfriend hanging around!” Cole called out while he opened the front door.

“Bring her back by 6 for dinner!” Jack told him. You saluted him and allowed yourself to be carried out the door to Cole’s car.

“Alright, Caufield. You got 5 hours with me, what’s your game plan?” you asked as you placed your elbow on the middle console to prop your head up to look at him.

“I thought I’d take you out to lunch and then back to my dorm for some video games and maybe smoke a little?” Cole answered.

You quirked and eyebrow, “Where did you acquire bud?”

Instead of answering, Cole reached into his pocket and held up a disposable pen.

“That’s not smoking,” you rolled your eyes.

“Do you want it or not?”

You snatched it out of his hand and inhaled, relaxing back into your seat on the exhale.

“Good?” Cole smiled.

“Hella.”

Cole took you to Chipotle, which you both voted to take it back to Cole’s room to eat so he could rant. You sat perpendicular to the head of his bed and had him lay his head down in your lap so you could play with his hair as he spoke. Most of it was stress handling school and hockey practice four days a week, plus games. Other parts of it was little things, such as missing home and a much comfier bed.

“What if once a week we all get together and do assignments together? And we can get you a comfier mattress topper for your bed to try and make it comfier, and I’d have to ask mom but maybe you can stay in Quinn’s room every once in a while. I sleep in his bed all the time when I miss him so I can confirm it is a top notch bed to sleep in,” you said.

“How do I know if it’s actually top notch or if you just miss your best friend so much you gaslit yourself into liking it?” Cole inquired.

“Do you really think Ellen would let her favorite child sleep on an uncomfortable bed?”

“Good point,” he laughed.

This started to make Cole feel better, so you both decided it was time to play some video games and get a little high for further nerve easing.

“Cole-Baby,” you said after a hit, “it’s time to go.”

“One more round,” he said.

“Uh huh, you are not ten and I am not your mother that you bargain with. Rap it up, pretty boy.”

Cole turned off the game and looked over at you smirking, “you think I’m pretty?”

“I think it got you to turn the game off,” you smirked back and kissed his cheek as you stood up.

You spent the entire car ride practically inhaling water. It won’t sober you up completely, but it’ll ease it. It wasn’t the first time you’d come home a little high, and it certainly won’t be the last, so you didn’t worry. Plus, it wasn’t bud.

You skipped through the door and jumped on top of your boyfriend on the couch when you and Cole walked in.

“Trevy!” you screamed.

“Well hello to you, too, Princess,” Trevor laughed.

“Kiss,” you said, lifting your head up. Trevor gave you a small kiss, since you didn’t like to put on a show when your entire family was around.

Jack eyed you suspiciously. You knew he was onto you, so you snapped twice to signal ‘yes, I am high’ so that he could help cover for you if need be, which was hardly ever needed. He, however, needed it frequently, which is why you two created the signal.

“What was that?” Trevor asked.

“Hugheslepathy. We’ve been over this,” you stated as if it were obvious.

“As your newly declared best friend I would like in on this Hugheslepathy signals,” Cole said.

Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy.

“Buddy, Quinn’s her best friend,” Trevor said.

“Since she was 6,” Luke added.

“They’re Hugheslepathy is so much crazier than ours that I don’t even understand it,” Jack said.

“Plus, I’m your best friend,” Trevor finished the back and forth.

“You can have more than one best friend!” Cole exclaimed.

“Clearly, you haven’t been around Sissy and Quinn enough,” Jack laughed. “They’re a different breed of best friend.”

“You can be best friend number two, Coley, but only if I’m yours!” you exclaimed as you sat up.

“Alright, I’ll settle for number two best friend,” Cole laughed. “Shall we legalize it?”

“We shall,” you nodded. You held out your pinky finger to Cole and he looped his around it and you shook hands. “That’s a pink promise! It’s legally binding!”

Cole smiled and agreed with you.

“Dinner’s ready!” Ellen called out.

Jack walked by you as you got up, “How bad?”

“I barely feel it,” you answered. “My best friend number two does not have strong stuff.”

Cole came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Last time I share with you, then.”

You gasped and escaped out of his hold, “We’re best friend number twos! That means something!”

“Best friend number twos?” Ellen asked. “What about Quinn?”

“That’s why Cole’s number two, Mom,” you laughed.

Ellen smiled at Cole, “Best friend number two, huh? That’s a big role to fill. Are you ready for it?”

Cole slung his arm around you, “I think I can handle it.”

#penalty box series #penalty box series: imagines #cole caufield #cole caufield imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #cole caufield x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey fic #montreal canadiens

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madaboutmunson · 1 year

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Once Eddie returns, helps his friends save the world, he graduates and focuses on his dream, playing The Garden.

Corroded Coffin do indeed play MSG and then some, they become the biggest band on the planet, and they are raking it in.

They are making so much money the record company is throwing anything they want their way, anything they could dream of, and each member of the band takes advantage of that fact, making sure to avoid extreme excess, on the sage advice of other rockstars they meet on their way up, making sure to invest, and that their families are set for life.

But there are indulgences, fast cars, fancy hotels, big palatial homes, being surrounded by the most beautiful and talented, epic custom made gaming tables (because lets face it, they are still nerds) but Eddie shies away from a lot of that, he has this own indulgence. Theatrics.

The lights of the stage show had to be the latest technology, lasers, pyros so big and loud that had every concert comes with a warning on the posters, a mascot of this weird looking bat snake thing that Eddie had drawn up, and then the props.

Parts of the stage that "fell apart" making the crowds gasp in horror as a band member takes a hit, only to emerge completely unscathed. Harnesses so he could play flying through the air. A giant cannon to straddle and duck walk along over the crowd. Flame throwers that send a heat wave across the stadiums they play. His personal favourite was the deconstructable guitar.

Specially designed to be able to break apart and to be put back together for the next night, it was made for the heaviest song corroded Coffin had written to date. It was only ever used for that one song and with the magic of effects pedals and the nature of the song, it didn't have to sound particularly great.

At the culmination of this song an already shirtless Eddie would swing the guitar around, smash it on the floor behind him and then onto the floor in front of him, booting the now heavily dented body into the ground so he could rip the neck out of it, holding it aloft, strings snapping off, popping the blood capsules in his mouth, and letting them flow out of his mouth and down his chin and throat, with a huge grin on his face, before blowing a kiss into the crowd.

It seems like just another theatrical bit from Eddie Munson, a fan favourite to imitate or use as part of their Halloween costume. Eddie Munson wasn't the first rockstar to smash a guitar on stage and he wouldn't be the last, but what he was acting out was shrouded in mystery, as the song itself gave away nothing with its absence of lyrics.

When questioned in interviews Eddie said the same thing, "If I told you, I would have to kill you" then he would laugh heartily. An added clue if he was on TV, he'd wink directly at the camera and say, "Isn't that right, big boy?".

Thats all the fanbase has to go on, until a concert video is released. At the end of the tape past the credits, is a hidden extra.

Spliced together, the cameras are filming two views of this particular part of the show. One is stage focused from the crowd's view and the other is also pointing out at the stage but from the wings, out of sight. In which leans some bespectacled, unassuming, yuppie-looking, type of guy, complaining, with his arms folded watching the show.

He's frowning, shaking his head in an alarm, as one hand comes out to gesture at Eddie on stage "Ah no! That is not what happened..." Then turning to behind the camera, worry etched on his face and in his tone, "I didn't look that ridiculous? Did I?" Only to be met with the raucous laughter of two unseen women.

How the song in question was written

The last time Corroded Coffin ever play this song

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#eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #fanfiction #steve harrington #steddie #corroded coffin #corrodedcoffin #rockstar eddie munson #squint for ronance #steddie ficlet #corroded coffin ficlet

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christiansorrell · 5 months

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TTRPG Read-Through: Liminal Horror

Here is a read-through I did last year (originally posted on Twitter) of one of the my current go-to game for modern horror: Liminal Horror by Goblin Archives! - Christian

I cut my teeth learning to GM as a Keeper in Call of Cthulhu and I've really been jonesing for a game in this genre that's more in the style of rpg I enjoy these days. I'm hoping this will be it!

Really excited about this. Shifting away from mental illness and trauma, both of which have their obvious problematic pitfalls, is something I could see really opening up what a character looks like and goes through after having things go wrong in interesting new ways.

Big spread on Facilitator and Player Principles. I think this is all very solid advice as a one-time or just-before-play read, but it's definitely too much for quick reference. That said, I always love reminding folks that we "play to find out what happens."

I may be off the mark but these two bullets make me think Goblin Archives is a Friends at the Table listener. Both of these make me immediately think of Austin's openings on there (which is a very good thing, for me).

Very straightforward stats. I like the HP distinction here and how it seems to refill between events/encounters and when drained is when you see actual damage occur. More inventory structure than I expected (I like that tho!) Cool to see character AND party questions here.

I really loved the Backgrounds and character options in The Bureau, a Control-inspired megadungeon-like module for this system I did a read-through of about a month or so ago. Excited to see more of that here. Also, I really need to play as a Very Online character.

Nice open character creation. I enjoy these types of questions: why do you believe there's something weird going on? What ideology guides you? What are your connections in the world, important relationships, etc.? Those create way more juicy bits than stats alone can provide.

I first encountered these kinds of character bonds in Fate years ago, but it's been a go-to house rule of mine during Session 0/1 for anything my group is planning to do longer than one-shot play for. Even in a single session, it can add a lot. Cool to see it here.

It's a d20 roll-under system (no modifiers, yay). Adding fatigue to inventory slots is a great way to make a mechanic out of that. Also, associates were unexpected! Shows this game could be more than just 3-4 bumbling normies going into the unknown (which is what I envisioned).

Combat is fairly straightforward (in a good way). No rolls to hit, it's just damage that is varied. Props to not using Advantage/Disadvantage as a game term like everyone else. Again, the Detachments make me think this game could have some wild situations come up!

Open-ended spell casting here (reminds me most recently of Primal Quest). They come and go day to day which is interesting, potentially changing entirely. I like the failure being equal to the desired effect. Want to kill someone with a spell? Be prepared to die if things go bad.

Okay, these relics are extremely cool. A blade that does MIND DAMAGE and requires recharging by feeding it memories? Good stuff.

Fallout is really interesting. Take enough DMG to go through your HP and it ticks away your Strength until you die (or take crit DMG). Fallout is the same but wears at your Control. Gaining Fallout makes you odder/more open to the true nature of things, but makes you heartier.

This is a good approach bc it means leaning into the things most games gate behind "sanity" here makes you more able to cope with the weird in the future. Feels like a path to more interesting stories (rather than the CoC-style "you are in a sanitarium now" character ending).

Remainder of the book is a small bestiary with monster creation guidelines, spark tables and a lean but comprehensive mystery creation guide along with a sample mystery. The loose framework, a steady clock ratcheting tension, and a focus on lots of clues feels like good guidance.

Having a mystery take only 6 pages feels much more approachable than the very traditional heavy-prep and lots-of-writing mysteries of something like Call of Cthulhu or Delta Green. I homebrewed a lot of CoC, and the prep work there can be pretty huge. This feels nice tho.

Overall thoughts: the book is a very lean and focused take on creating horror that doesn't get bogged down in the other ttrpg pitfalls of the genre while also having nice mechanics for associates, large scale encounters, etc. so there's room for a lot of types of stories here.

I'll definitely be trying to knock out a mystery for this as part of the jam. I've got a lot of weirdness to get out of my system and this seems like an easy, streamlined way to do it. Also, excited to play The Bureau and The Mall.

You can pick up the most recent addition of Liminal Horror in print via Space Penguin Ink. You can also find it on Itch. The rules and additional content also available entirely for free on Goblin Archives github.

Also, I wrote an adventure for this system last year: Tunnels in White.

Old money siphoning new money from every corner of your city. An aging mansion, quiet and worn. An old corporation shifting its gaze from development to development, always hungry, always growing.

A warehouse bearing the name Singleton Solutions, small and unassuming in one of a hundred industrial parks like any other, takes in truckload after truckload but never sends anything out. It’s the same for the people. Sometimes, they arrive in towncars, other times in shuttle vans. None come out. Ever.

What you know is something strange is going on inside that warehouse and you are determined to discover what it is. What you cannot know is where and how far the mystery may take you.

You can grab a print or digital copy HERE. It's also available via Itch.

Lastly if you like seeing my thoughts on games and how I make stuff for them, here's my monthly newsletter (which now has a free TTRPG thing to take to your table each month): https://meatcastle.substack.com

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpgs #rpg #horror #modern horror #long post #read through

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐭 || 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

IMPORTANT! This fic was written with ONLY Knives Out as it’s source material, I haven’t yet seen Glass Onion. I have since been made aware 1000+ words into this fic that Benoit is gay as of the second film. I didn’t want what I had to go to waste. This is the only time I will write for him in a m x f relationship.

Summary: You introduce Private Investigator Benoit to Cluedo

Word Count: 3.1K

CW: FEMALE READER. Please see explanation above. sassy Benoit. Vague references to a mild age gap relationship, easter egg references to Knives Out film 🤭 Nylon Kink. A bit of knife play. Oral, f receiving.

Tease: “On the contrary,” he answers you with a playful lilt to his drawl, slowly sinking to his knees before you, “I intend to stay right here.”

“You’ve never played Cluedo?!”

Shock permeates each syllable of your parroted sentence, your jaw slack as you stare at your partner with complete incredulity. Benoit, in turn, peers vacantly at you like you’ve said something ridiculously dense.

“Ain’t that what I just said?” He asks you, his monotonous voice lacking any true irritation as he taps the ashes of his cigar into the ashtray on the coffee table between you.

“Nah, we’ve gotta fix that,” you insist, slapping your palms on your knees before raising from your armchair. Benoit peers over the rim of his tortoiseshell glasses, and his icy-blue eyes follow your body across the room.

“Now— Dear, you’ve worked a long shift; you can’t be runnin’ around playin’ detective with me,” he tries to reason with you, attempts to talk you down from the inevitable shitshow that was no doubt about to unfold in the shape of solution cards and miniature murder weapon props. It’s all fruitless, though, because you’re sweeping aside Benoit’s beloved ashtray and ignoring his protestations as you drop the board game’s box onto the coffee table.

Yes, you’d slogged a nine-hour shift and hadn’t had time to change into less formal attire. Your pencil skirt bunches up your thighs, and the button-down blouse collar lies taut against your throat. Hell, your nude tights are beginning to itch too, but you’re far too invested in this ridiculous adventure and refuse to turn back at the sound of Benoit’s listless objections.

“Here we go,” you mumble to yourself, sliding the lid off the cardboard box and electing to ignore the heavy sigh that Benoit hopelessly attempts to conceal. He leans forward to put out his cigar in the ashtray you had unceremoniously discarded on the wooden floor, eyeing you as you set out the board game items and distribute each piece evenly.

“Who would you like to play as?” You ask, offering out the coloured tokens in your outstretched palm.

Benoit peers at each of the six shades of plastic pawn figurines, his expression betraying his evident discontent. “You know I do this for a livin’, don’t you, Dear?”

Your scowl in retaliation to his query has Benoit snatching up the green token from your hand and setting it on his end of the table. Again you smile as though he’d never spoken and choose red for yourself. Reverend Green and Miss Scarlett.

Carefully, you shuffle the weapon, suspect, and room card decks. Then, as discreetly as possible, take the top card from each pile and put them into the murder envelope without peeking at the details on the other side.

Finally, ignoring the obnoxious sighs rattling in Benoit’s chest, you hand out the Clue cards. Five cards each for you and Benoit, four apiece for the pair of ghost hands; purple and blue. You pinch the dice between your forefinger and thumb, holding it in front of your lover's face. “Odd for purple, even for blue. Got it?”

“Got it,” he responds, clearly finding the process tedious already but suffering through for you. Your eyes are alight with excitement, a grin permanently fixed on your lips. How was he to say no? In fact, he found himself amused by your enthusiasm to understand his line of work— even if it was through juvenile means.

“Alright!” You giggle, rolling the dice to move your scarlet pawn token forward. “Let’s begin!”

-✩-

Chimes sound from the mahogany grandfather clock situated in the corner of Benoit’s living room. They’re almost deafening in the silence that has befallen the coffee table. Although it feels like moments, you realise the minute hand has completed a revolution of the face of the timepiece — You’ve been playing for an hour. You’re no closer to identifying the killer than you were sixty minutes ago.

Benoit appears bored to tears, chain-smoking cigars and even leaves his seat at one point to obtain a glass of whiskey. To the amusement of both of you, you hadn’t noticed his absence, too wrapped up in the game to realise he’d gone AWOL.

“Now, Darlin’,” he begins, cutting both the stillness of the room and your acute concentration with his southern drawl. “Don’t you think it’s time we called it a night? It’s gettin’ awfully late—“

“Benoit,” you whine petulantly, noting the wince it earns you from the older man. He certainly looks like he’d acquired a few more silver hairs since you began this wretched game. “I want to finish it.”

“Mhmm…” Benoit pushes his spectacles up his nose, glancing over the board with mirth, “I knew a man who wouldn’t admit defeat in a board game. Know what happened?”

You glance up at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“He died.”

“Benoit!”

Exasperated, Benoit turns his black cards over, revealing his weapon, room and character. He raises his hands in defeat, settling back in his seat and officially ruling himself out of the game. “There, you only gotta look at two suspects… You're not much of a detective, are you?”

“You‘ve solved it already, haven’t you?!” You gasp, looking up at him with wide doe-eyes and dismay. He answers with a firm nod of his head. Perhaps it was foolish of you, but you really thought you’d established egalitarianism with a board game. “Well, go on, how did you know?”

Benoit inhales, opening his mouth to speak and finally put an end to this ridiculousness. “Well, now, I—“

“Wait!” you shout out, holding a hand up as though it would physically restrain the syllables of his deduction from leaving his lips. “I’ll figure it out myself!”

Sullenly, Benoit sinks back into his armchair, admitting defeat and allowing you to play out your inspector fantasy. He pouts for a few moments, watching you furiously exert your mind with the evidence before dragging his gaze over your uniform.

A quiet man, reticent in nature, Benoit rarely discussed his appreciation for your work apparel. Yes, the pencil skirt was lovely and hugged your body well, and the blouse accentuated your bodily aesthetics, but it was the tights that really captured his imagination.

In truth, Benoit was fascinated with your nylon wardrobe and could go so far as to say it was somewhat of a sexual preference. A kink. He enjoyed the sleek look they gave your legs, their shine underneath lights. Once, the feel of your stockings in his hand as he held your foot up to aid in fastening one of your heels had set him alight.

Gazing at your legs, folded over one another as you attempted to piece each clue together resentfully, Benoit felt heat rise under his collar. The nude tights you were wearing are perfect, sheen delicate beneath the faux-candelabra light fixtures. There’s not a tear, ladder or hole in sight.

He planned to amend that.

Benoit lifts himself from his seat, skirting the coffee table easily and approaching you with long strides. You momentarily glance up from the clue card in your hand, scowling to yourself as he advances. “So embarrassed with my detective work that you’re retreating to bed, Mr Blanc?”

“On the contrary,” he answers you with a playful lilt to his drawl, slowly sinking to his knees before you, “I intend to stay right here.”

Momentarily, your mind works like an old television with a crooked aerial antenna. Static fizzles between your synapses, and you cannot come up with a retort to Benoit’s cheeky inference.

“Best keep your mind on the case, detective,” he murmurs, palms settling on your ankles and tracing up the sides of your calves, “We wouldn’t want the killer gettin’ away now, would we?”

You swallow thickly, holding the cards with shaking hands as you feel Benoit place a lingering kiss on the inside of your knee. He skirts the tip of his nose up the inside of your thigh, humming softly as he squeezes the meat of your calves in his hands.

Focus. Focus. It couldn’t have been Benoit; he’s rescinded his cards. So, it was one of the Ghost Hands. Blue was suspicious, and you’d already discovered she was carrying a wrench. However, she had a decent alibi… Meanwhile, you had barely anything on Purple.

You roll the dice again, the face showing a two rather than the hand glass you had been hoping for. Gritting your teeth, you attempt to rake over the evidence, only to be interrupted by your vision swimming suddenly.

Benoit’s nose notches against your clit through your tights, his head practically buried beneath the fabric of your skirt. He groans softly, inhaling the scent of your sex. You whimper, the edges of his glasses pressing against the junction of your thigh as he presses a delicate kiss to your slit through your panties.

“Do me a favour, Dear,” he breathes against your thigh, pressing kisses to the nylon fabric. He doesn’t have to state what he wants from you explicitly. Fumbling with clumsy hands, you set the cards down quickly on the armrest and pull the hem of your skirt over your hips to give Benoit better access.

“Much obliged,” he whispers to you, and you can hear the gratuitous smirk playing on his lips. Attempting to ignore him and focus on the cards, you endeavour to read the clue, which is written in plain English. You haven’t yet fully deciphered it, thanks to Benoit’s tinkering.

He has other plans, though, nipping at your skin through the fabric of your tights. You jolt slightly with each bite he gives you, and you can hear him chuckle beneath you.

“Anythin’?” Benoit teases you with a combination of kisses and nibbles trailing up your thigh. It takes a moment for your answer to form on your tongue, toes curling in your heels.

“Mhm- N-Not yet,” you stumble over your words despite your attempt to conceal your evident appreciation for his affections.

“Hmm,” he hums, the rumble in his chest setting your hair on end as he, once again, presses lingering kisses over your panties. “I feel a noose tightenin’.”

Everything inside you freezes, and you’re quick to glance at the miniature weapon icons. The rope lays dead centre of the pile, and you’re forced to reconsider everything. Was Benoit giving you a hint?

Admittedly, you don’t have time to contemplate. As you open your mouth to question him, Benoit sucks on your clit through your panties. Your line of questioning dies in your throat, instead coming out as a strangled ‘Ahhh~’.

As quickly as he offers you the blissful sensation, he’s stealing it away. He pulls back, sitting on his haunches, and you’re blinking back your arousal to see him clearly. “W-Why did you…?”

Benoit hushes you gently with a wicked smile. “I think you should focus on the case.”

Smug bastard.

Filled with the desire for retribution, you cast your eyes back to the clue cards in your hand. They’re slightly creased now due to the tight grip you’re holding them with. You manage to make out the words ‘Name One…’ before a clicking sound pulls your attention away yet again.

The glint of light reflecting off the blade in his hand had your heart seizing. Not in fear, no, but exhilaration. See, Benoit carried the flip knife on his person always. It was less of a weapon for self-defence than a family heirloom, and Benoit never took it out without good reason. Simply asking to see it would not gain you access to the elusive dagger.

Your breath hitches, adrenaline buzzing down your spine.

“Now, hold still,” Benoit insists, impossibly blue eyes gazing up at your face through the lenses of his glasses. You nod quickly, both showing him you are listening and urging him forward with his plan.

You watch as he leans forward, slipping the knife's point into the nylon at your crotch. Utterly motionless, you whimper as your lover pulls the handle upwards and slices through the fragile material with ease.

“Been wantin’ you to keep these fine stockin’s on …” Benoit whispers against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh there as he closes the knife with a click and slips it back into his pocket.

“H-Huh?” You tremble beneath his affections, his lips travelling further up the inside of your legs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Case, Detective,” he replies flatly, sliding the pad of his index finger against your slit through the cotton of your panties, “You’re deducin’ a murder weapon— it’s in plain sight.”

“Right,” you nod dumbly, swallowing back your arousal and glancing at the board. The box said the game was suitable for ages eight and up; surely it shouldn’t be this difficult. There had to be evidence you had overlooked. Your notes are settled on the coffee table, and you venture to decipher the evidence as you take up the booklet with trembling hands.

But then Benoit is hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, pulling the fabric to the side and exposing your sex. You almost drop the notepad on his head. “How ‘bout you take me through your notes, Dear Detective?”

You would, God, you absolutely would if you could. However, Benoit’s tongue drags against your slit, and your mind goes numb, buzzing as though it has a pins-and-needles sensation. He hums, amusement lilting his voice as he watches you struggle.

Overwhelmed, you completely forget about the game of Cluedo, tilting your head over the back of the chair and sliding your fingers through the greying man’s hair. The notebook falls from your hand, clattering against the wooden floor but you’re already too far gone to care.

Eager to please you further, Benoit is gripping your thighs, lifting them so they settle on his shoulders. The nylon tights rub against his neck this way, and you’re sure it spurs him on because he slides the flat of his tongue over your clit. It jolts your body forward, and that maddening chuckle sounds between your legs again.

“Now, Darlin’,” he croons, and you’re whining due to the lack of friction already, “You be careful. The killer’ll be gettin’ away.”

You choke on an apology, Benoit burying his face into your cunt and sucking at your clit keenly. He’s swirling your clit with the tip of his tongue, one, two, three times, and then dragging over the seam of your sex to lap up your slick.

Not only was the man eloquent, but he was also persuasive with his tongue. Trembling in your seat, you sob out as your muscles tense against it. Your legs twitch against the shoulders of his suit, and you arch your hips up to grind against his face.

“Detective,” he prompts you, and you suck in a breath like you’re coming up for air after being suspended in water. Your eyes roll back, and you try to focus hard on what it is he’s requesting of you.

“Hngg- B-Blue has a go-good alibi—” you let out an obscene whine, the wet noises of his tongue dragging against your soaked pussy diverting you from the task at hand.

“Mhmm?” He hums, and the vibration has you bucking against his face again, sobbing out his name in a broken whimper.

“A-And I’m not sure about Purple!” You squeak out. God, it’s so messy. You’re soaking his face, and you’re sure you can see your slick glossing up his nose and chin. If you stained the seat, you’re not even sure he’d mind; the blues of his eyes engulfed by the black of his pupils.

It’s a wave of pleasure building, teasing at your abdomen and throbbing through you with each pulse of your heart. You inhale deeply, feeling it tease at the edges of your skin. You’re devastated, overpowered by the ecstasy clawing at the base of your spine— you don’t even notice what it is you’re saying.

"I-I-It was the- ohhhh fuck, Benny~" you sob out, tears rolling down your cheeks, “It’s you— Hgnn fuck!-!”

"Hm? Use your words, dear. You're makin' an accusation, you know. Don't want to slip your words now." He’s entertained by your bewilderment, “Especially when the person you’re accusin’ has given you a damn good alibi.”

You’re so far gone that you’re not even embarrassed that you’d just implicated the one person you could be sure wasn’t the killer. Swallowing sobs, you watch as Benoit circles your clit repeatedly with his tongue, eyes staring straight up at you and watching you come apart.

It all happens so fast. Your toes are curling in your shoes as the cramping sensation of your oncoming orgasm takes hold. One of your shoes falls off and clatters to the floor, and Benoit places the flat of his palm against your pubic bone.

“Oh God-!” You choke out, whining as he continues with the devastating pattern he’s drawing. “I’m gonna— Shit, Benny, it’s—“

He’s nodding without removing his mouth from you as though he’s telling you ’I know’. It’s shoving you right off the edge, those beautiful blue eyes blinking slowly and taking in every inch of the image of ecstasy on your face.

It pulses right between your legs, throbbing against his tongue like a pulse. You scream out his name, all of the muscles in your body tensing so hard that you’re cramping. Your vision goes white, and you’re gripping Benoit’s hair so tightly that you’re surprised you don’t rip any out.

You’re suspended for a moment, and then everything melts away, every inch of your body melting against the plush of the seat. Distantly, you recognise the smile against his lips, pressed to your skin.

“… Who was it?” You slur like you’re drunk on the dopamine he’s just overdosed you on. He laughs heartily, and you can’t help but smile with him.

“Blue.”

“Fuck!” You gasp out, palms covering your face and digging your nails into your hairline. As if! “When on earth did you figure that out, Benny?”

He sits back on his knees, pulling the handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiping his chin and nose to remove the slick you had rubbed onto him. “Mhmm… Why, I figured it out the moment you laid out the cards.”

You scoff now, disjointedly sitting up in your chair. The muscles of your arms are like jelly, and you struggle to raise yourself. “Are you that good that you could tell at first glance?”

Again, a smug smile plays at the edge of Benoit’s lips, his eyes flicking up to your face.

“No… I simply saw the cards you drew.”

END

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thekatebridgerton · 8 months

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Kanthony mini Drabble that I thought up just for fun:

"Didi, if I tell you we have a problem, you won't be angry at me right?" Edwina mumbled as softly as she could, as they were getting ready for bed that night

Kate frowned " what is it Bon?" Edwina was a gentle young woman who rarely voiced dissatisfaction at all and tonight was supposed to be the night of her dreams

"I feel awful about this, especially considering how kind Lady Danbury and the Queen have been to me" Edwina looked around as tho she was looking out for any suspicious servants "But it's Viscount Bridgerton, the man I danced with... I simply don't like him"

"You don't?... great, I mean, I support you love, of course you don't" Kate sat with her in the bed and patted her hand "do you want to tell me why?"

"oh it wasn't anything he did, the man was perfectly amiable but he just looked at me like if I were a prop on a mantlepiece Didi, Edwina Sharma, another checkmark on his Todo list" Edwina groaned " I can't imagine such a man courting me "

"Oh dearest, if you truly don't like him you don't have to entertain him, nobody will force you to marry him" Kate counselled

"I can't exactly turn him away, he's the most elegible bachelor of the ton, everyone would think I'm insane" Edwina continued leaning on her elder sister "That's why you should get rid of him for me"

"Are you sure?" Kate was known to be heavy handed after all

"Yes, I may not be able to tell him no, but you can! Just drive him away and he'll leave me alone long before he finds out I don't like him" Edwina thought about it for a second "better yet, make him regret even trying to court me in the first place "

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One month later

Edwina shook her head looking at her sister and the besotted Viscount glued to Kate's side " you know Didi when I asked you to take him out of my life I didn't mean for you to take him out for a special marriage license"

" I tried" Kate defended herself "I swear I did" trying to push the smirking Anthony away from her " Short of killing him myself he just wouldn't quit coming back"

"forgive her this once Edwina, it was all my fault" her new brother in law chuckled hugging Kate and placing his head on her neck "Kate truly did try her best to drive me away"

Edwina shook her head " And to think during the dinner with my grandparents we were so close to getting him to stop pestering our household"

Kate sighed " I know Bon, I Know"

Au in which instead of asking Kate to get along with Anthony, Edwina asks her sister to drive the man away because she doesn't like him, and Kate spends all the season sabotaging Anthony's life in various ways, until he clues in and starts pushing back against all her dirty tricks. Culminating in a game of pall mall where a sexually-frustrated Anthony decides the best way to finish driving Kate crazy for the rest of his life is to marry her. Leaving Edwina very disappointed at her sister's lack of success getting rid of the Viscount.

#edwina sharma #chaotic power couple #Anthony Bridgerton #kate Sharma #Kanthony au #we love Edwina #but she's mad at Kate

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crimsondestroyer · 7 months

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Ryu Number: The M.C. from The Under Presents

Alright. I've done a few Ryu numbers in the past, but none as elaborate as this one, so for once, I figured I'd make my own post explaining the... elaborate, to say the least, path I took to get here. Several dead ends and a couple weeks of research later, here we are.

So. To those of you who don't know anything about the Under, hi. I'm crimsonDestroyer. One of my many hobbies is playing VR games, and one such game is The Under Presents, by Tender Claws, a game I play somewhat often and speedrun periodically. A while back, I wondered in passing if I could figure out a way to connect any of the Under's characters to Ryu, like, say, The M.C. This seemed like a simple question at the time, but, well, let's see.

To start off with, there's a fairly simple Limited route. One aspect of The Under Presents in the past was its live actors, in-game characters played by real people who would interact with mute player characters in the game's multiplayer areas. Unfortunately, the actor run has since ended, and though there's been brief returns of actors here and there, it seems to be mostly over. However, one such actor-played character was a skeleton going by the name of Amelia. As Amelia's lore would later highlight, she is, in fact, the one and only Amelia Earhart, prior to her death and entrance into the Under. There are many hints around the game's world that Amelia Earhart was in the Under in the past, but she herself is nowhere to be found - except for this live actor. Given this was, by its nature, a time-limited occurrence, this would give the M.C. a nice, clean Limited Ryu Number of 3.

However, Limited Ryu Numbers are lame. Can we do better?

One of the many locations you can visit in the Under is the Crob Pit. There, by solving a puzzle with some fellow players, you can summon a massive crab monster who will eat you, sending you to the Den, inside him. There, you can find an assortment of crab bones and other gruesome things, in addition to one peculiar fixture.

This is the only intact human skeleton in the entire game, within the stomach of an enormous crab. Now, given the fact that Amelia Earhart is mentioned excessively by props around the setting of the game, with items such as her plane and a banner for a show featuring her scattered all over the place, her physical absence within the Under is quite suspicious. Additionally, the actor-played character was created after the game released, and it's implied that the actor characters have some degree of the supernatural to them, meaning the existence of the actor in no way means that the character's physical body cannot remain elsewhere in the Under. Given the popular theory that Amelia Earhart's body was never found in real life because it was eaten by coconut crabs, this seems... intentional. If you consider this to be Amelia Earhart's body, the M.C. has a Ryu number of 3.

However, given the complete lack of any verbal confirmation or hints to this skeleton's identity, and this being solely based on context clues, I'm not confident calling it for certain, so let's keep digging.

One feature of the Under is the scripted stage shows, which play on loop on the main stage in the game's theater area. One such show features a man by the name of Sal Sisyphus. Sal's act consists of him rolling a boulder up a hill while giving a motivational speech that inevitably descends into nonsense after he slips and drops the boulder back down. That sounds quite a bit like traditional Sisyphus - endless torture, endless repetition, endless suffering, pushing a rock up and down a hill forever. Plus, as far as I can tell, the mythological Sisyphus has no second name given, so who's to say Sal isn't his first name? If you buy into that, the M.C. also has a Ryu number of 3.

But this one DEFINITELY felt pretty sketchy to me, so I went back to the drawing board once more.

Finding a way out of Tender Claws is... hard. See, Tender Claws has made three big commercially-released VR titles: The Under Presents, Virtual Virtual Reality, and Virtual Virtual Reality 2, all of which can be linked without much issue. A sentient skeleton named Tina works in both a stage act in the Under, and her namesake bar, Tinas', in VVR2's setting, Scottsdale. And, as a sequel, VVR2 features numerous returning characters from the original VVR. All you need is to find one character, just one, across those three games, and you have an out. There HAS to be something.

It was at this point that a friend mentioned that Elon Musk is in Virtual Virtual Reality 2, and I had to do a double-take.

Meet Elon. He's a talking onion. More accurately, he's an AI upload of a human consciousness who takes the form of a talking onion in the digital world. Between his name, his personality, his mannerisms, the fact that he was the second human to ever upload himself (after an extremely important character from the first game), and the fact that VVR2's virtual worlds are referred to as "metaverses", the implication as to who he is seems to be pretty obvious. I didn't know he existed, because I never finished VVR2 due to some technical issues. Regardless, here he is!

With a proper pop-culture figure in our hands, we can finally find our way out of Tender Claws. Elon Musk is still a relatively modern person, so there aren't many games with him in them yet, but with some clever googling and the help of TV Tropes, I tracked down an obscure little game called Good Pizza, Great Pizza, released for mobile and later ported to PC and Switch. In this game, you make pizza for an assortment of customers, real and fictional, which just so happens to include one Mr. Musk. From there, it was just a matter of tracing the rest of the way to Ryu from one of the other noteworthy characters who appear in the game. There was a tempting Dracula connection, but unfortunately, he's exclusive to a time-limited Halloween event. How ironic, that the first and last dead ends would both be time-limited characters. In any case, Albert Einstein will do the job of giving us our final two jumps nicely, passing through Mario's Time Machine, and finally bringing us home.

The M.C. has a Ryu number of 3/5, and a Limited Ryu Number of 3.

#the under presents #the mc #street fighter #ryu #ryu number

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Ik I keep requesting, but ur writing is so amazing, and I need more Ellie and Reader, mother and daughter moments😭

Kinda going based on the game, but imagine if Ellie hasn't told Reader about her liking girls (just pretend Ellie and Dina got together when they were teens💀) and Reader walks in on them kissing and is shook and leaves awkwardly and Dina and Ellie were like "Shit-" and Joel's just like 🤨 "Why you acting weird" but Reader doesn't tell him and he thinks Ellie has a boy in her room and goes all dad mode

Oh keep them coming. I live writing these tiny ideas out it's so much fun. 🤭✨ This low key made me giggle. 🥺🤍

You return home earlier. Ready to tackle all the laundry before both Joel and Ellie come back home. You suspect nothing at first because you know when Ellie usually gets back so when you walk through the main door you don't even call out for her. You're doing your thing humming to yourself as you fold the already dry pieces before hanging up the freshly washed ones to air dry in the sun.

With a basket propped on your hip, you make your way up. Thinking that this might be the best time to sort out Ellie's clothes. Change up the winter outfits for something a bit lighter for spring. And you're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even hear the light music playing in the room. Opening it without a second guess. Your eyes fall onto the two girls who barely have a chance to jump apart as they clearly were in a quiet steamy make-out session. Not to mention the fact that Ellie's hands are still gripping the girl's hips.

No one says anything. You just stare at them. They both are staring at you. Until the situation finally hits you and you quickly close your mouth, eyes falling all over the room but just not look at them. "I'm just... I will just put this here", you awkwardly lower the basket to the ground. Before stepping out and closing the door behind you. You hear Ellie mumbling a quick, "Mom...", but you're out, already walking down the stairs.

Ellie is full-on panicking because a) she has never talked about dating and b) well you just walked in on her making out with a girl that she likes and fucking c) she hasn't even told anyone besides Dina that she's into girls. So she is ready to storm after you so she could explain but Dina catches Ellie's hand, mumbling a quiet, "Your shirt is undone", and that only makes her even more panicked. "This is a disaster", Ellie exhales falling back to her bed. She knows that you would be fine with it all deep down but it's just not how she imagined this would have gone. "Should I leave?", Dina asks and of course, the answer is no. Even more so Ellie has no clue how to walk her out without anyone noticing.

You on the other hand nearly crash into Joel as you storm off the stairs. Too lost in your mind to notice that he had returned home earlier as well. "Wow, easy there, you nearly took my head off", Joel's quick to steady you and make sure you don't fall. Your eyes quickly dart up the stairs. You know straight away that Joel can't see this. Regardless of who is in Ellie's room, Joel is one protective male. And you even more so know that Ellie would die of embarrassment if he was to walk in on her like that.

"Did something happen?", Joel asks already frowning and you instantly grab onto him, "No! Why would there be something wrong?", the fakes of laughter follow suit. Joel tilts his head to the side not believing you because you have always been shit at keeping secrets from him. "You got that dog didn't ya?", he asks and in a way it makes some weight lift off your shoulders as you nod quickly, "Ain't that fun...", you trail off just as the sound of something falling upstairs rings out through the house.

Joel's eyes dart up the stairs instantly and you try to hold onto him. Digging your feet into the ground as you try to keep him from going up there but let's face it how can you keep that hulk down? The fact that two sets of voices can be heard as well doesn't help. Joel shoots you a killer look, "So a dog huh", as he crosses the space between the stairs and Ellie's room in a couple of steps.

He is ready to throw that poor guy through the window. And the fact that both of you said nothing? Joel could understand Ellie in a way... that she might have wanted to reach out for you first but you. How could you not tell him? It was not like he would ban Ellie from dating. He would just make sure the lad knows that he was going to be watched and probably get a broken nose if he hurt his baby girl.

Swinging the door open Joel steps in. Face sour, arms already ready to drag the guy down the stairs. But freezing just like you did when you first walked in. You practically run into Joel's back. "Oh my god dad get out!", Ellie cries out. Stepping in front of Dina who is still pulling her shirt over her head. And Joel has never turned around quicker in his life. You push your head into the room quickly, "I promise I tried to stop him", you shoot Ellie an apologetic look. "Maybe get decent and come down for some tea huh? You don't have to obviously but like...", you say yet Ellie quickly shakes her head at your suggestion. Motioning for you with her eyes to get out and so you do just that.

Joel's sat by the kitchen island as you walk back down, "You know you have warned me", he says, "Well, sorry, it wasn't me who was about to make pancakes out of the poor creature". You sit right beside him. It's a kind of weird feeling. Because of course, you expected her to explore eventually. And you can't help but think about how you were in her shoes once. A chuckle escapes your lips as you rest your palms over your face, "That was so bad", Joel to your surprise joins in. Fingers running through his beard, "I don't know what was worse this or when she walked in on us...", you hit his chest hating that he was making you relive that horror again. "Oh, she's going to be petrified...", you mutter, leaning against your lover as you two still laugh. "You reckon we should mess with her? Pretend that we are like really mad?", "Joel...", you shake your head in disbelief, "What? Start fake crying now it needs to be believable".

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel x ellie #the last of us imagine

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astrobolical · 1 year

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When you’ve got a cold-

Content Warnings: None— fluff, colds I guess?

Reader: Gender Neutral

This isn’t proofread, and I’ve been sick since Saturday so this is purely self indulgent. I just hope it makes sense. Just headcanons because my brain is in a fog and I can’t get out of it. ;;

» Leviathan had been confused when you weren’t answering your D.D.D. when his new game came in— did you suddenly realize you were too good for him? Did you find someone better to spend your time with?!

» After grappling with the flood of negative thoughts, though, he goes to see you, hearing a muffled ‘come in’ from behind your door after he knocks

» He was surprised to find you curled up on your bed, sluggishly moving to sit up as he entered, bundled up in your comforter like a lil’ human burrito

» When you explain that you’re sick he feels a rush of relief (you don’t hate him!!) and worry all at the same time— humans are fragile! Are you going to come out of this?! Is it curable? Surely you need a doctor!

» After some coaxing (and a small coughing fit) you manage to explain to him that it’s nothing life threatening, just a cold and that you’d be fine after some rest and some medicine (courtesy of Solomon)

» Though unhappy you went to Solomon first, he does understand why (he also does acknowledge he’d have no clue what to give you as far as medicine went)

» He insists he’ll at least spend time with you, even when you explain that you’ll really just be sleeping a lot and that you don’t want to get him sick, too

» He almost relents, but a burst of envy has him a little more demanding. What if one of his brothers found you like this?! They’d never leave you alone! So how could he?

» So, in order to save you from his brothers’ antics he insists on you coming to his room— the safest place to hide out, as far as Levi is concerned. He insists he’ll be fine, he won’t catch some normie, human cold

» That’s how you found yourself watching Levi game from a comfortable mess of blankets and pillows propped up in his bathtub

» It was comfortable for both of you— you could rest when you needed without interruption, or watch him play his games when you were awake and converse if you felt well enough. Levi got to give you a safe place to recover, and the pleasure of your company

» It never mattered to Levi if you were both doing the same thing or not, he just loved having you around him, knowing you were opting to stay with him

» Since he’s always staying stocked up in his room he doesn’t have to leave very often, he’ll have whatever you could want or need at your fingertips— and he’ll even make trips out for you if you ask! That’s just how much you mean to him!

» Will absolutely melt if you use his lap as a pillow while he’s sitting on the floor playing on his consoles, especially if you fall asleep on him— how cute!!! MC!! That’s too cute!!

» Does take a few photos, but he’ll never show them to anyone, ever! He just can’t get over how much you trust him even if you’re in this weakened state

» Will never turn away your affections, even if you hesitate due to not wanting to pass this onto him— don’t move away! It’s okay! He swears if he gets sick it is what it is! But he won’t. (Lies)

» In the end he keeps you hydrated, entertained and well… very protected. No one bothered you while you were in his room. Only once and the threat of Lotan had Lucifer telling his brothers’ to leave MC to rest where you choose (and you chose HIS ROOM, so HA)

» He’ll absolutely cuddle up with you in his tub, either to sleep beside you or to have you lay on his chest while he plays something on his D.D.D. Or a handheld console. You’re a tangle of limbs, pillows and blankets but you wouldn’t change it for the world— especially how his tail curls around you and keeps you close

» When you do start to recover and have a bit more energy to spare Levi will be ecstatic to show you the new game he got!! Now that you can enjoy it, you can ride out the rest of your cold with him and this game he got for the two of you

» Be prepared though, despite his protests he’s absolutely getting sick

» And he has no idea how to handle human colds, so please pamper the boy and return the favour— he went out of his way for you!!

» In the end though, you both end up locked away for a solid week and a half until both of you were finally clear of any illness

» As much as getting sick sucked, Levi tells you the next time you get sick you should absolutely come right to him! His room can be your safe place

» Though when you go out next you’re dogpiled by his brothers who’ve been missing your attention (and were also worried!), so maybe go out in intervals next time…

#obey me leviathan #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathan x y/n #~take time to relax #I’m so tired of being sick ;;

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foreverbase1 · 29 days

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❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Streamer AU, Fluff

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: The lyrics are kinda suggestive, but i promise there is no smut and we'll just ignore the sexual innuendos in the lyrics <3 Mentions of food and use of pet names (my love)

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: stfu (i got u) by Alaina Castillo

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: No one

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Gyuvin is a popular streamer and Reader is his s/o that his viewers have no clue exist. Reader prefers staying hidden and always makes sure Gyuvin's mental health is up and he is well taken care of after streaming and if i keep talking more we'll just be here forever cause i love this boy sm so enjoy <3

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

"𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨"

You sat in the kitchen of your apartment on a Thursday night, you had recently just returned home from work and were now leaning against the kitchen counter while picking at the plate of food beside you.

If you were being honest, you completely forgot about the food you had made as you poked at with your fork, with no attempts to move and actually eat more. You would, but your attention was on your phone that was held delicately within your other hand, a livestream pulled up on the screen and you were deeply focused on it.

Now normally you would be catching up on your favorite series cuddled up on the couch under a blanket, that was the you from last year that is. A year ago, you had bumped into a guy at your local convenience store and spilled the drink you had just purchased on the floor. The guy apologized over and over again and offered to buy you another one, however, you were lucky that it was the last one in stock. Except now your luck had run out.

You could tell the guy felt guilty about it, but you told him it was okay and you weren't too bothered about it. So, moving to leave the store, you stopped in your tracks when the guy called for you. Turning to face him, the guy asked if he could take you on a date as an apology.

At first, you told yourself to deny the offer, you didn't know this guy and you could end up getting murdered by him. But ultimately, you decided to accept the offer, the guy seemed extremely guilty and you could tell by his fidgeting that he was already nervous enough to even be asking you on a date. Besides, he was kinda cute.

"𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣"

And that was how you met Kim Gyuvin, your boyfriend in the present day. He was a streamer, and a popular one at that, you originally didn't know who he was due to the fact you never really tuned into livestreams for gaming, but you were shocked to discover the big following he had.

You and Gyuvin eventually moved in together, pretty recently actually. At first you felt like you were moving too fast, it was still pretty early into your relationship, but Gyuvin was there to reassure you and you believed him, because you trusted him with your entire heart.

So now here you were in the present, watching your boyfriend's livestream from the comfort of your kitchen. Placing your phone down in a way it was propped up and angled towards you, you scraped the remaining scraps of your meal into the trash before beginning to wash up the plate and cutlery. You made a mental note to keep looking back at what you were doing to make sure you didn't end up hurting yourself somehow, but your eyes would soon return back to your phone to keep an eye on Gyuvin's stream.

"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙄 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."

Now seated on your couch, you continued to watch Gyuvin's stream. It had been a few hours since he started and every few minutes you'd laugh at something he said or give a small smile from just his reactions to the games he was playing.

You could tell Gyuvin loved doing this, it was a passion for him and you loved it, you loved seeing him doing something he loves. While Gyuvin had a ton of fans, none of them knew you existed. It wasn't like Gyuvin was forcing you to stay hidden out of embarrassment of his viewers seeing you, it was more so he wanted to protect you from how toxic this side of the gaming industry could be.

You had read online a few months after you started dating Gyuvin, about how some popular streamer's significant others got a lot of hate for simply just dating the fans favorite streamer. Gyuvin had seen it too and so he wanted to make sure you were never in the eye of his viewers, to avoid you getting unnecessary hate for simply loving him.

But you never let it bother you and you actually preferred staying hidden, it meant you and Gyuvin could live and love each other in peace without the prying eyes of his fans and the internet. When you both were ready, you were sure Gyuvin would shout out at the top of his lungs about how you were his.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚"

Now, while Gyuvin was spending hours streaming, you made sure to prepare yourself for the role you gladly took up when you started dating him; Taking care of him after he finishes streaming. When Gyuvin finishes streaming, he would usually be exhausted from hours of just being sat in front of a computer screen and would typically end up falling asleep without eating or drinking after these long periods of time.

And that's where you came in, every time Gyuvin finished streaming, you'd sit him down on the couch and make him whatever he was craving at the time and a nice warm drink of his choice for him to enjoy. After that was all done and finished with, you'd make sure his mental health was doing good, you knew how nasty some people could be. Sitting behind a screen made people more bold and brave with their words, so they'd leave horrible comments and while Gyuvin never let it show while he was streaming, you knew those comments would get to him.

So after every stream of his and after he had filled his human needs of eating and drinking, you'd hold him within your arms and tell him nothing but sweet words and how the world didn't deserve someone as kind and beautiful as him. Gyuvin cherished you for this, he thanked you for always being by his side and he'd treat you with nothing but huge amounts of love and appreciation. He always made sure to buy you flowers and other things you liked to show how much you meant to him.

It never failed to make your heart flutter, no matter how much time passed, every little thing Gyuvin did for you would make you fall in love with him all over again and the same went for him. Every time you both held hands or cuddled or hugged, every time you two kissed, the sweet words you'd tell each other and the gifts exchanged between you two, would never fail to make you both fall deeper in love with one another.

"𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜"

As the time neared closer to midnight, you got yourself up and prepared the necessary things you needed too for Gyuvin. As you finished preparing the nice hot meal and the warm beverage, you heard the door to the room Gyuvin had set up in your apartment to be his 'streaming room' open and close.

He walked down the small hallway and into the kitchen, his eyes quickly scanning for you. Once his eyes found you, his facial expression softened and a smile placed itself on his handsome face. Gyuvin would walk up behind you, his arms snaking their way around your waist and pulling you into his embrace.

You jumped at first in reflex, but when you realized it was Gyuvin, you felt your body relax automatically in his arms. You two shared a moment just being in each other's presence, this is something you both loved. No matter how stressful your days were, when you were in Gyuvin's arms the world around you and all your problems just melted away.

"Hi" Gyuvin greeted you, his voice muffled due to his face being buried in your shoulder. You smiled, patting the top of his head with your hand, letting your fingers glide through his soft, silky hair. "Hi my love" You greeted back, a small giggle slipping past your lips as you felt his breath hit your neck and it tickled.

Finally pulling away from his arms, you giggled again at the small whine that left his lips when you left the warmth of his embrace. But you needed him to replenish his energy from long hours of streaming, so you sat down with him on the couch, turning on the TV to a show of his choice and began to admire how amazing your boyfriend was. To you he was perfect; he was so kind, had a gorgeous smile and a huge heart that held so much love for everyone around him. Especially for you.

"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙄 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩"

Gyuvin must have felt your gaze on him, cause his head turned in your direction and your eyes interlocked. And there it was again --- you were falling in love with him all over again. When your eyes intertwined with each other, you felt like a million fireworks had erupted in your chest and all you wanted to do was lock Gyuvin away within your arms, to shield him from the world outside.

Your gaze must have had the same effect on him, cause Gyuvin returned back to being that stuttering mess he was when you first started dating, a blush spread across his cheeks and he immediately turned away suddenly becoming shy. It caused a smile to appear on your face as your own heart began to beat faster.

You sat there for a little while longer, just admiring him as he finished up the meal you had taken your time to prepare for him with nothing but love and shortly after that the warm drink followed too. After washing the plate and cup up in the sink, you returned back to where Gyuvin was. The boy watched you with loving eyes as you circled around the couch, turned the TV off, grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand up before you began to lead him to your shared bedroom.

"𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙨. 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙊𝙝. 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

Finishing up your nighttime routine, you soon joined Gyuvin under the soft and warm covers of your shared bed. He was quick to seek out your warmth, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him, his head coming to lay on your chest as your arms wrapped around him and pulled him close too.

You loved this about your relationship and your every day life. No day was ever dull when Gyuvin was with you and you didn't have to worry about ever getting bored, cause Gyuvin always found ways to make your days brighter and make you laugh. He was literally perfection and you sometimes felt like you didn't even deserve him.

"Gyuvin?" You called his name softly in the pitch black darkness of the night that encircled your bedroom, hearing a tired and low hum in response, you knew he was close to drifting off and your heart swelled with love. "I'm proud of you, you know that? You're doing what you love and no matter what happens, you never let yourself get stopped by anything. I love that about you, that passion in you is so bright that sometimes i can't help but be in awe by you"

Gyuvin hummed again, his arms squeezing you. His way of thanking you for your words and showing how much he appreciated you too. "No matter how busy you get, you always make sure you have time to take me on dates and get me things, you never once fail to tell me how much you love me every day. Thank you Gyuvin, for being mine. I love you." You finished your little heartfelt rant by placing a kiss on the top of his head and you could feel the smile grow on his face.

Hearing his breaths become more calm and relaxed, you knew he had fallen asleep. With a smile on your face, you cuddled closer to Gyuvin and closed your eyes too. Following your boyfriend into dream land as you thanked whoever it was that allowed Gyuvin to walk into your life that fateful day a year prior.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚"

Gyuvin 💖💖💖💖 I love him sm, loved writing such a cute and fluffy fic for him and I hope you enjoyed it too! <3

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Remembering something forgotten ————Where is Jimmy boy?

I feel I may find some thing that be hidden in S2.New to tumblr,and English is not my first language,hope what I want to express can be understand correctly,and plz forgive me if there's errors of some religion words.

The famous magic theory has mentioned many things wrong in S2, and some plots are deliberately set to be unobtrusive, suspicious slides off them like water slides off ducks. But the drawback of magic theory is that it sets the whole script to nothingness. The key to solving puzzles is to have practical meaning. It is a fallacious to make the whole story illusory just for put all the contents into the theory.

For abstract :S2 contains a hidden story line of the resurrection of Jesus under the love story.Like mentioned in the bonus video,S2 contains not only large amounts of Easter eggs for the second coming in S3,but really a character might be Jesus under the noses of the audience.So for me the S2 is like Neil Gaiman rushing into Amazon Prime’s senior office,throwing the script on the desk and roaring:“GIVE ME SEASON 3 OR GIVE ME DEATH!!!”

Before we begin,I need to clarify some roles or directions.

First of all,according to some puzzle we have in S1&S2,like the body change at the end of S1,or the hidden goats in 202,the clues of mystery in the show always have an obvious answer, even it feels make no sense before realize the link between.All the information from the focusing places in the picture can be used.But like the shortage of the magic theory,it is unacceptable to distort the story itself just to fix a theory.Actually I still not figure out all the puzzles in S2,so in the second part of this post about my personal theory of who is telling the story and who is watching, I will point out that it's an assumption but not an inference.

Secondly,there are multiple story lines in S2,three love stories above,the hidden line about Jim/Resurrection of Jesus,the main line frame to explain the logic of the whole script,and the story of Metatron.What's more,the crew also prepared a large amount of Easter eggs.Some of them,such as the tardis bgm in the musical instrument store,can be seen as a simply fan joy.

But there are also some Easter eggs not only Easter eggs,but also related to the plot or hidden story.For example,I have write a article about the Blitz minisode is the thing actually in the box(didn't trans it in tumblr yet),because the prop books in he box displayed in 206 is two of the "Lost Quartos" of Shakespeare plays mentioned in the Good Omens Book.It could be an Easter egg,but when you notice that the plot of the prototype of these two plays are mentioned about the bullet(arrow) catch and the show girl,which can link to the Blitz minisode specifically,that makes this Easter egg a Clue.

So after accepting these premises,let's start the detective game.

First of all,we need to question ourselves:There is a character who has his own personal poster and promotional video, who is in the story from the beginning to the end,but no one say goodbye to him?Even Nina and Maggie have a "say goodbye forever",even Beelzebub said thank you to Aziraphale,but this absolute S2 main character had never be mention again in the end.

Where is Jim?

After Gabriel recovered his memory,the friendship established between he and Crowley and Aziraphale vanished immediately.This unbalanced weird feeling was washed away by the coming broken-up and makes the audience have no time to think about that. Actually,it's quite unnatural because the relationship between Jim and Aziracrow have a complete grown arc.We can see Crowley finally give Jim hot chocolate,Aziraphale say to Jim that he said he will protect,and he well,and at the beginning Jim said happily he have two friends.But when Gabriel recovered his memory,Aziraphale look like want to drown Gabriel into holey water and distory him as soon as possible.The relationship they built during six episodes simply disappeared like the undropped second shoe upstairs.The story about Jim is far from over.

That's my explanation about why Jim and Gabriel are two different characters,and also,the rationality of the existence of the hidden story.Then let's come to the key question:

Who is Jim?

In S1,the special effect design used a red fabric to show the blood of Jesus in the crucifixion

and in S2,they obviously find a cheaper way(considering the price of tomato maybe more expensive) to express blood.

Look at these tomatoes here.The released bonus video makes this clue more obvious.Because they deleted the plot about the reason why these tomatoes scattered,but keep this pic in the tight minutes limit.The reason is so obvious :It's a CLUE!

Jesus was stabbed in the ribs and bled,his hands were painful by nailed,and he was forced to drink myrrh.Our Jim is much luckier,his arms are no longer hurts and have sweet hot chocolate.

It is amazing to find so much connected information after realize the story line of Jim,which in turn proves Jim's story is not my delusion.

First thing is the costumes. Apart from the daily look in the bookshop, let's have a look at some other looks of Jim:

Pay attention to the posture of Jim preaching in Pic 3 and the cross formed by the whole shape. Let's take a look at the image of Christ in a religious painting:

Pay attention to clothing and posture. And the familiar posture of holding the cross in the lower right corner. Although most of the scriptures believe that another person helped Jesus carry the cross on the way of crucifixion, but some other view,for example, in<Gospel of John>,believed that Christ himself carried the cross. This familiar gesture corresponds to another neglected clue in 203, which is the purpose of the seemingly unsuccessful trip to Edinburgh: the mysterious statue of Gabriel.

In another word, we can say that it is not Gabriel's statue at all, but Jim's statue.

Far-fetched? In fact, S2 had already showed an image of Christ:

Look at this similar outfit, I think the correspondence to Jim's identity is clearly. By the way, cleansing of the temple occurs in the Holy Week, remember that cute feather duster?I like this joke. And Crowley do be kicked out of the house.

Actually, we have even more obvious hints,that is in the Jane Austen's ball. During the ball, everyone is dancing, but what was Jim doing?

He's giving away vol-au-vent. The hint to the Last Supper is so obvious here that it's my strongest evidence for Jim's story.

There are some other supporting details about Jim is Jesus:

The code of seven: the rhythm that Jim showed when he was playing with the lamp and his mouth: — — - - -

Two long and three short, which is the number 7 in Morse code. Remember how God loves 7? Jesus is the Son of God in religion,and in the <Gospel of John> Jesus was considered as an incarnation of the divine Word (Logos),who not only speaks God's word,but is God's word. I found this clue because I felt that the plot of Jim playing with his body at the ball was too long as a pornographic joke, and finally found that he played his body in a rhythm, which is as same as how he play the lamp.（And now Neil had answered that IS scripted!) Every scene in S2 makes sense.

Another allusion shows Jim's connection to God is the book he dropped:

<My best games of chess>is a Easter egg of <A Matter of Life and Death>.But also,as I will mention below about God play chess game in the ineffable bureaucracy,and the chess in Aziraphale's book shop which never be used.All these implies that the development of the world is under ineffable manipulation of God. And here, Jim drops the book, complaining that things didn't stay at where he put them. This is an God's perspective complaint. At the same time, it once again emphasizes the main purpose of Good Omens book.

Also as one comment in my original article, someone mention that Jim rearrange book in his own way is just what God do.

And Crowley told Jim jump out the window, which is one of the temptations Jesus hered from demon.

What's more, let's consider about Jim's prophecy:

First:"I remember when the morning star sang together,and all the Angels of God shouted of joy." which we know God said this in Job's minisode.

The third one:"If it happens again I can make it seem like it's an institutional problem" said by Metatron,who is the voice of God.

And the second one:"There will come a tempest,and darkness,and great storms.And the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more.And there will be great lamentations."The first hale comes from <Hebrews 12:18>,describing the ominous sign sent by God.The last half is from <Matthew 27:53> describes what happened after Jesus died.And this is the only one that Gabriel himself didn't hear—is evidence that Jim is not Gabriel but Christ.

It can be seen that most of these prophecies are related to God and Jesus. Although these prophecies correspond to the plots in the main storyline, they are all hints of the resurrection of Christ when they are connected together.

There's another clue here, and it's highlighted in the latest trivia message.S2 gives a unit of miraculou power to bring a person back from the dead: Lazarii.The prototype of the word said in trivia isLazarus,: Lazarus of Bethany, who was resurrected by Jesus four days after his death.This miracle is the last one before Jesus's crucifixion, and it is also the most important miracle, because it means that Jesus finally defeated his final enemy: death.

And in S2, the day Jim arrived is Sunday, because Nina mentioned that it all started with the blackout last week.And the ball is on Thursday night. So Gabriel died on Sunday and was resurrected four days later, corresponding to the resurrection of Lazarus.And the "tiny" miracle for hiding Jim's required the power to resurrect Lazarus 25 times, and it's hard to explain why this was so costly, except for Jesus himself.(I still not figure out what the number of 25 means.Once finished, I may add it here.) And the last day in S2 when Jim disappeared was Good Friday.

Some clues about coming:Jim keep saying that he came to find Aziraphale, but it was Beelzebub that Gabriel was looking for. And some other lines about coming:

The first shot of present time,there is a same screen in S1,that one is for God, but this one:

"Then will appear the sign of the Son of Man in heaven. And then all the peoples of the earth will mourn when they see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of ..."<Matthew 24:30>

The Son of Man descended from the sky/clouds, and there are also some views believe that God will be accompanied by angels and trumpets. We heard the sound of trumpets when Michael and the others came in the 202. Let's take a look at some posters and screenshots.

The feather representing Jim falls from the sky, and Jim's cup not only has a heart for Gabriel's story, but also a smoke from the top.

And this pic of Jim walking down from the upstairs.And Jim's voluntary devotion when he wearing the feather coat, which is what Jesus did.

Clues about music:There's some hints in the story of the ineffable bureaucracy.Look at these two elder men playing card game and chess in the background.

These pics shows that the story of ineffable bureaucracy was under the ineffable control of God.And in the second pic when they fall in love, we can hear the BGM of Every Day, which we can say it is God playing this song about the doomsday.And Beelzebub said:

It seems means the Every Day segment in the ending theme may contain clues.But I lack of knowledge of music so this puzzle is not for me.While when Aziraphale asked him where is this mysterious song came from,Jim answered:

And one of the funniest hints: When Gabriel was lost, Metatron said there's no need for alarm so just find him, but the person who hidden Gabriel would be erased, and the miracle of hiding Gabriel would immediately raise the alarm. It can be seen that it is Jim but not Gabriel who is important.

This is the fun of decryption. You will find out more and more clues when you find the answer. There are so many informations in S2 just like cookie crumbs heading to the candy house.

At this point, Jim's story line has almost been clarified. The miracle done by Aziraphale and Crowley together works so well that even the audience doesn't notice Jim anymore. At the end of the story, they achieved their original purpose, and Jim disappeared in silence. No one in both heaven, hell, earth and the audience in front of the TV noticed this.

Some other questions:who wants to hide Jim? Why? And who set up these clues, hoping someone to find out?

Before answer these questions, the following discussion of will contain lots of delusion, because of the lack of conclusive evidence. Just put it here as my personal theory of what is the frame of S2.

First of all, according to the discussion above, we know that under the sweet love story in S2, like S1,our story is actually shrouded in the shadow of a coming doomsday. So, who is telling the story in S2, and who is listening to the story?

There is a humanoid creature who has a habit of talking nonsense when he wants to hide his ture thoughts. For example, when he was bullied by other angel colleagues, he uttered a lot of nonsense about choosing sides, or when he wants to misleading his husband to doing what he unwilling to do,he portrayed the threat from Metatron as a wonderful chance with a lot of subjective narrative and gags.

That's my piont, if there is a cheature who wants to hide the existence of Jim, and in the narration of the story of S2, cleverly misleading the audience to focus on the love story, there is no one other but the greatest magician Mr. Fell who fooled Nefertiti. Just like the coin magic he showed in the Blitz minisode, the farthing has vanished! Aziraphale's conjuring is so skillful that it had been highlighted again later in the replacing of the photo (evidence).

The book of Job is displayed by Aziraphale, and the minisode in Edinburgh is directly the diary of angel, and after the ball, Nina asked Aziraphale when it all started, he answered:

He aready figured it out! It's a pity that stuff happened one after another, he and Crowley never had a chance to communicate later, and they started the next journey in different directions in the end.

The entire S2 is like Aziraphale's adorable detective clippings, narrative by time-line with pasting a few clues he thinks are relevant.

And the blitz minisode is the clue he left to the audience after completing his wonderful magic show. This clue was placed in the box carried by Jim, and after showing the items in the box, the lens shows Aziraphale had a quick look at them. These items are the key to avoiding something treble. I won't go into details about the specific plot, but just want to mention that when Neil wrote the key plot of season 3, he must be so proud about it that he wrote this line in the magic shop: “I've find my showstopper.” And Considering that this magic was chosen by Aziraphale, it is also possible that the corresponding plot in the third season may came from Terry, and Neil wrote this sentence with infinite nostalgia and admiration to his old friend. The Blitz minisode embodies the importance of trust and cooperation, and repeatedly emphasizes Aziraphale's magic skill. What's more,the Professor's Nightmare which setting in the middle of this three acts play,Neil retweeted the actor playing this magic,it is definitely important!

The picture here almost deliberately captures Aziraphale in the mirror. This camera language means that the actual narrator here is Aziraphale himself in the mirror. He is proudly showing how he used Several story lines cleverly hide all the clues in S2, and imply the progress of the whole three seasons is showed in the Blitz minisode.

By the way, this does not mean that the entire Blitz minisode is fake,my opinion is that all the minisodes in S2 are real, but be added some clues base on the original story. Therefore, the interpretation for minisode should be to dig out the unnatural places as clues,but keep the whole story as real.

So, who is the expected audience of this complex structure story of S2, and who is the minisode hidden in the box written for?

Who else can Aziraphale write this for, who can Aziraphale hand over all the secrets, who can Aziraphale entrust his back and life, and who does Aziraphale need to trick God for sending this information to save the world from doomsday?

I don't know if anyone has noticed, but there is a very weird scene in the title sequence, which is the last theater. Although the magic theory directed everyone's attention to the book of life that the curtain might represent (this does make sense partly, which I'll mention later), but it's easy to be ignored that the theater of the blitz minisode has been shown before.

Where we can see the curtains is another theater, or we can say: a screening room.

And there is no screening room in the entire S2. A couple of scenes that don't contain in the show in the title sequence, one at the end is the holy mountain, which is an allusion to Jim's story line. The tunnel at the beginning is also closely related to what I will talk about later. And the rest is this screening room which never appeared.

Wait a minute, there's a screening room, isn't?

This is the only screening room in the Good Omens TV universe.This old Victoria Station cartoon theater was long since demolished in our word, but Neil has a romantic explanation for it: because Crowley mentioned he liked it, Aziraphale kept it around.And you can also see the popcorn Crowley ate in S1 in the title sequence:

The X-ray video also mentioned there's some Communion wafer in the popcorn box.

The bonus video also gives another supporting clue to this idea, that is, many of the characters on the side of this theater are from S1. This is an Easter egg, but may also imply that this scene should go back to the first season to find clues.

And we all know that Crowley came here to sit down and collect his thoughts as Neil mentioned in his Q&A,which was exactly happened after they broke up at the bandstand. That maybe the reason that everyone was killed by the ending of S2, but Neil just compared it as what happened in bandstand.

So here's my story time:

S2 was happened when Crowley hiding in the cartoon theater after leaving, looking back carefully about what's happening before all this chaos. I believe that like the audience can't believe Aziraphale will leave Crowley because of Heaven, just like Mr. Yang would never give up maintaining him car.Crowley will definitely feel that there is something wrong after the end of S2, then try to chewing the memory carefully, reading the funny detective hand book that his angel left him, and finally project this intertwined story of S2 with memory of two of them.

And the blitz minisode is the magic instruction booklet left by Aziraphale. It may seem obscure,but everything the assistant gentlemen needs to know had already written in it.Just like he left the clues to Crowley in the bar even after discorporating.Will Crowley come back? For audience it's sadlly that we can only know that until season three release.

Personally, I think the future story has already be told in the candlelight dinner in 1941.

In addition, there is another important clue in this theater, which is the Book of Life highlight in the magic theory.

I don't have a perfect explanation for this either, but I can at least piece together a vague picture from the clues available.

First of all, when the curtain was burned, there was an obvious sound of flipping book. The book of life and erasure seemed to correspond to these. But here's a clue, the image was burned. In fact, among the various ominous signs about the resurrection of Jesus/Jesus, black sky, storms, trumpets, etc. all appear, but there is one sign that is mentioned in S2, but never happened.

This prophecy also from the book of Job, and it describes Leviathan,the controlling meaning of it I had mentioned in the analysis of the story of ineffable bureaucracy. However, this prophecy is literally a description of flame. And this material object is a matchbox. It must be noted that there used to be matches in it.

Forget about the fireballs in 202, this is the only thing about fire in S2.

So where else have matches?

Exactly,there was only one audience in the theatre where the curtain was set on fire, so it is no surprise that Crowley burned them.

If we assume that Crowley is the one who burned the smoke ring on the Book of Life, where did he get the Book of Life?

The first mention of the Book of Life is in Michael's phone call. She said to the person opposite: "Book of Life?"

The reply is: " I'm on it." That may be the answer to stat hunting Gabriel, or it may be because the book of life is in the hands of the person beside the phone. Because the debate between heaven and hell in 206 had mentioned that the right of heaven to propose punishment, and then hell will execute it.

So who is the person on the other end of the phone? Shax threatens Aziraphale that Crowley risks destruction, but not erasure. And Beelzebub was the one who told Crowley that the extreme sanctions would be the Book of Life.

Another clue that has been forgotten is what appeared on the curtain of 205, and it is also a clue that I have not solved before. Only after I solved it, I have finish my own story.

On the curtain of 205 are the bull-headed demon and the white-haired demon. They even have character names in the cast list, but unfortunately the main storyline did not mention it at all. I haven't figured out what's the means of the bull-headed demon yet, but the plot of the white-haired demon is to hand Shax some letters to Crowley.

That's it, Shax handed Crowley letters twice in S2, and the second time was particularly abrupt on the night of ball. When she first sent him the letters, Shax mentioned that she took them to hell, but the finance department said they can't accept Shax's signature as replacement."Bills mostly." We can see Crowley throwing the bills into a trash bin.

It can be seen that being burned from the curtain is indeed an effective way of making people forget about it. I also completely ignored these letters until I noticed the white-haired demon. After throwing away the bill, what was left by Crowley?

After laying out the clues, here comes story time:

In my version of story, the book of life should be kept by hell, and heaven is responsible for authorizing rewriting. In order to keep their lover, Beelzebub sent the Book of Life to Crowley by letter. Crowley, on the other hand, carefully burns away what he thinks needs to be hidden in the theater.

He hided what's really inside the box in 201 . Looking closely at the pic of when the box outside the bookshop, it can be seen that the fly actually fly into the box. And in 206 Crowley emptied the storage of the box made it seem unimportant.

The Job's story in 202 and the statue in 203 are all related to Jim. After burning these, the clues about the prophecy are left behind. We can see Crowley firstly talking to Job, and it is Crowley who find the status. (Looking at a statue of the annoying boss in the extremely cold midnight,Crowley you are really a good at planning a date)

In 204, there are too many people on the curtain and the effect is not so well. Many people aware of the three zombies who inexplicably disappeared in the long river of time. These three zombies also died because of Crowley.

The white-haired demon in 205 has been mentioned above, but I haven't solved the bull-headed demon yet. They have only one thing in common, they all wear masks on earth. And masks are used to cover the facial features of inhuman demons, which they obviously don't need.And they only spoke to Crowley.

The clue for 206 is the halo, I think after watching the last 15 minutes, no one will keep entangled that the halo is actually a signal for starting the war. After the arrival of the heaven and hell, Crowley directly asserted that there would not have a war and fooled the matter.

Then what is his purpose of burning these pics?

01 02 03 even 04 are clues to the second coming. 05 is about the receiving the book of life. 06 is to suspend the war.

Now you can see why I think I'm telling a story with such an explosion of clues, because these clues are obviously not connected perfectly.Some kind of framework can be seen by them, but it seems like can be put together more neatly. I will edit it here if I solve more clues in the future.

So as telling a story, what Crowley did was hidding the information he had that might reveal the event of the coming of Jim, and also hide the fact that he had the Book of Life, and temporarily stabilized the situation.

According to my person theory, book of life is handled by hell, and the authority to modify it is in heaven.

And now,the book of life is in the hands of Crowley, and the right to modify it is in Aziraphale.

Does this means that the whole S2 we see, including the modified plot of Book of Life, is the result of the communication between Azirapahle and Crowley?What will happen in S3 if then can do this?

After all it's just a theory I built from limited evidence and added lots of my personal conjecture,so it's highly possible to be uncorrected.

Here is the end of this long article. Thank you for your time for reading.And can't wait for Season 3 :)

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Never in a million years would you expect to wake up next to Spencer Reid.

After a particularly daring case, you were dying to find a way to let loose. Luckily for you, the only coworker available was the sweet, heart warming smile of a young agent.

The night was filled with playing chess and simple card games. It didn’t take long for you to regret ever suggesting the idea of playing any games with Reid.

You gently persuade him into the idea of binging Netflix shows. Two wine-tinted glasses and an emptied bottle to show for the fun night. Little did you know, it was going to end in a sleepover.

A grumbling moan and the base of your palm presses into your brow bone. You slowly raise and place your back against your headboard. Resting elbows on your knees, you curve out your back.

“Did you sleep well?”

You jump at Spencer’s voice, having completely forgotten that, in good slumber party fashion, you invited him into your bed. “Oh god,” you gripe, peering through your fingers. He sits with today’s newspaper folded to its crossword. A pen swinging between his two fingers as he sits propped up by two pillows.

Moving away from the curiosity of how this man procured the paper when you don’t even get them, your eyes are glued to the bundle of curls on his head. You point his way while stifling a laugh. His brows furrow as he tucks in his chin. When realizing exactly what you were laughing at, he lovingly smacks you with his paper thin weapon.

“Okay, your hair,” he starts. You nod, encouraging him to finish his sentence. A mean Reid, that would be a sight to see. “Well, I don’t want to be rude so I’m just not going to say anything.” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like he did something.

You smile, leaning your head back onto the wood. “Ugh, I don’t want to get up.” Spencer slow slides down with a smile, crushing the pillows below him. His eyes raking over your dramatic body.

“Well, you don’t have to,” he shares with a shrug. “68% of Americans sleep in, especially seeing as 48% of women have trouble…” he slows his words upon noticing the sheets gradually covering your head.

Under a rather light duvet, you can hear his muffled words. “Oh, okay then.” He returns to his puzzle, biting the top of his pen in his mouth. A minute or two passed and he writes down his sixth word furiously.

Wow, Spence is really just going to leave you down here. You groan as you shoot up from the covers. “I could’ve been dead in there for all you know.”

Reid’s eyes are glued to the next clue, not a care in the world. “Not really,” he utters. A slow smile forming on his right cheek. You get a better look at that chewed cap between his teeth. The way his lips pull with his smile. They look sweet, like gentle and supple to the touch but also tasting of some sugary berry.

You rake over his body. A sudden desire to take a quick peek. He looks nice in his purple dress shirt. You always appreciated how he wore them, folding the sleeves half way up his forearm. He has a space, a little tanned slit between his shirt and brown corduroys. You find yourself wanting to explore it…

“Agent Reid, are you fucking serious?” you gasp, pinching the side of his leg. He winces, but not just from the bites of your fingers. “Ugh, do you always have to curse like a sailor?”

You laugh, diving your elbow into your pillow and supporting your head with your palm. “Fuck yeah,” you say with a straight face. He scoffs, landing in one of those cute smiles of his.

“Anyway, back to the question at hand,” you say with thin lips. “Did you seriously wear your pants to bed?” Spencer raises his shoulders and hands in defense.

His mouth gaping as he scoffs. “Y-yeah, I did,” he extends his last word in a sing songy tone. Your brows raise as you nod along. “I-I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

The base of your palm returns to your brow bone once again, but this time for an entirely new reason. “I told you to be comfortable,” you say softly. “Yeah, well, comfortable to me may not be comfortable to you,” he retorts. Raising brows as he confidently rests back onto his pillow.

“I don’t buy it,” you shake your head, sucking your tongue against your tooth. Spencer turns towards you, a lip slightly raised, and offended by your reaction. “Don’t buy it?” he asks incredulously. “I don’t buy it worth shit, man,” you enunciate your “t” before bursting into laughter.

He shakes his head in short movements before the words fall from his mouth as quick as an auctioneer. “It’s not like I’ve done this before, okay?” You pause, completely still. Your eyes widening with a small drop of your jaw. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “You’ve never done what before?”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to hide under the covers. You happily join him beneath the surface, scooting closer to his arm until you were touching. “We really don’t have to talk about it,” he spits out, blowing off the topic. Part of you wishes you could respect his desire, but another part is way too curious to not inquire more.

“Spence, have you never…?” you ask quietly, hiding behind his shoulder as you curl onto to your side. His mouth flattens, displaying his classic thinking face. You allow the silence to fill the air, just like you do when you read over a case beside him.

Silence allows his alien brain to work in ways that you could barely understand. With something like this, he should have all the time in the world to consider sharing such a truth with you.

Several minutes go by and your chin stills rests on his quiet shoulder. “I’ve never been in bed with,” he starts but quickly shuts down. You raise from his side, giving him your full attention. A comforting hand at his peck as you draw his eyes to you. “It’s okay,” you say softly and sincerely. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Annoyed, Spencer pulls the covers from his face and kicks his feet off the mattress. You find a part of you aching for him with every inch he pulls away from you. “Spencer,” you call out as he reaches for his keys. “I really don’t want you to go.” You take a deep breath, hoping he won’t leave - fully knowing that even if he did, you would see him again later that day.

He slows his movements, sustaining his furrowing brow. “Come lay back down with me,” you ask softly. “Please?” He runs his tongue over his teeth. His fingers playing with those dancing keys. “We only have,” you jump onto his side of the mattress. You extend your arm to reach the alarm clock, struggling your first two tries. “Look, only an hour. We can go in together.”

You pull the only stunt you had left. The pouty lip and your bestest puppy dog eyes. “Pleaaasseee.”

Spencer rolls his neck back, groaning as he does. Putting on a real show, just to crawl back into bed with you. “You’re more insufferable than I thought,” he utters with a tiny smirk.

“You’re more cuddly than I thought.” Your chin returns to his shoulder. A leg curls over his as your hand rests lightly upon his chest. You were completely comfortable beside him, as though he was made just for you.

Hesitant at first, you feel his arm wrap around your lower back. He runs his big, soft hand up and down your torso. You could easily fall asleep, right here in his arms.

As you dig deeper into his embrace, you feel his gentle fingers accidentally finding their way beneath your shirt. He makes the same motion under the cloth, only you could actually feel the warmth of his palms this time.

Each touch of his skin to yours creates an explosion that floods your body with adrenaline. You were tired? Nope. You’re wide awake now. The blood embarrassingly makings it way down to the pit of your stomach.

Unknowingly, your legs tighten their hold of Spencer’s thigh and calf. Your eyes widen once recognizing the firm girth pressing against your inner thigh. Your body stills, desperate not to pull any attention to anything going on.

Thoughts of your hand traveling down his stomach flash in your mind. Spencer has always had a piece of your heart, from the day you met him, but as the years went by, you came to accept the futility of your budding, romantic relationship.

Like a deer in headlights, you remain frozen beside him. Silence lives between you two yet again, but this time, there’s something new - something your partnership has never experienced.

You could hear his breathing. How it hitches any time he tries to adjust himself. How every other breath is held for at least five to seven seconds before finally being released into an exhale.

You bite your lip, putting all your effort into not squeezing your inner thigh against his thick cock. A deep exhale pushes from your lips.

You decided long before that it would never work between you two. On top of that, you wouldn’t dare be so careless to be one of his firsts without sincerely wanting to give this a shot.

Your heart bursts with each beat, practically breaking your ribs in the process. “Spencer,” you whisper. He hums at your voice, being pulled from his own trail of confusing thoughts. “Can I touch you?”

You tuck into his shoulder, cringing at your own words. It’s enough embarrassment to make him chuckle and fill your cheeks a rosie red. “You’re already touching me,” he answers sweetly.

You press your forehead against his soft skin. He’s really going to make you say it. The worst part is that he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. You raise your eyes to him just to see that he was already peering back at you. “Spence,” you sigh. The innocent, giddy smile he was sporting slowly dissipated as he rakes over your face - searching for some behavior, some clue that will give him the answer to your worry.

You gulp, painfully waiting for his brilliant mind to figure out the world’s most transparent puzzle. This silence was unbearable. You could hear your heart in your ears. Is your that your throat closing? Or do you just have anxiety? Either way, your body screams for the emergency exit.

You mumble, “I should probably get ready,” while sitting up from your comfortable rest. Spencer grabs your wrist, a tight grip that excited you. As your eyes lock, he softly says, “Yes.”

Heart racing. Breath quickening. You return back to his side, laying a delicate head against his chest. Your hand slowly trails down his sternum and onto his stomach. Your thigh digs into his as you curl into him.

Spencer bites his lip as your fingers hook beneath his pant’s waistline. He closes his eyes, running a tongue over his bottom lip. “Can I?” you ask, flicking your eyes up to him as you unhook his button. A slow hand as you pull down the zipper. He nods with a shake that vibrates across his body.

It isn’t long before you could feel the heat resonating off of it. God, you mouth salivates - dying to feel it’s firmness, it’s girth. You melt beside him, wanting nothing more than to hear sweet moans as he cums.

Spencer hisses, almost as though the touch was too much, but he slowly eases into it. Your fingers dip beneath his tight, black boxer briefs. The band pushing against your skin as you slide deeper. Light brown, tightly wound curls flourish beneath your fingertips. His base is thick and enticing. You quickly raise your eyes, clenching your jaw upon the sight.

His tongue lightly floats to his top teeth before taking in a quick inhale. A brief glimpse at his subtle confidence and it is confirmed - he could have had you on your knees way before this. Your hand trails down until your fingers wrap gently around his girth. A shaky breath escapes you when your index finger barely meets your thumb.

Upon the sensation, Spence’s breath hitches and he takes a slow blink. His mouth slightly opens in anticipation as you raise your grasp upon him. Your fingers squeezing tight. A thumb brushing at the threshold of his tip. He gasps, finally dropping the pen between his fingers. “T-that, oh god, that feels so good,” he coos. His body tenses beneath you.

As you quicken, Spencer’s chin grasps for the heavens above. His hand innately digs nails into the small of your back. Your fingers squeeze tighter with each downward movement.

The sight of him causes a rose tinted haze. The blood buzzing in your ears. Your heat slowly grinds against his leg. He hums beside you as you time your rutting hips with your tugging hand.

Abruptly, his hands press into your cheeks and guide you to his lips. You gasp before closing your eyes and crashing onto his torso. You taste each other in a way that sends shockwaves throughout your body.

His lips slightly part, inviting your tongue within. However, he is the one who gently slicks his tongue across your lip. He is the one that presses its tenderness against your own. Your fingers wrack through his waved brunette locks.

Spencer’s hands reach for your hips, pulling you further onto him. His grip is a pleasant mix of a caveman craving his woman and a soft, gentle lover. You cannot help but dig your hips further against his. You wanted more. You wanted him beneath you. To feel him twitch against you.

You straddle his waist, placing your own hands on the sides of his beautiful face. Your hair falls like a curtain as you pull away to take a breath. A smile sprawls across his face. His hand brushing the hair behind your ear with eyes raking over your features.

Lowering yourself down onto him, you pause before your lips touch. Eyes locking onto each other. An energy buzzes between you both. The very same energy you felt the first time you met him. You are the one to pull your gaze as you slam your lips against his.

Placing one hand upon his chest for stability, the other dives between you two and finds it home around his cock. The wrapping of your fingers leads to his breath hot against your mouth. A smile perking between your cheeks any time his sharp, hot breaths tickle your lips.

Spencer’s hands rub down your back, dragging your tank top down with him. His palms warm your waist before his fingers curl into the hem of your panties. He pulls the thin cloth down, dragging it against your outer thighs. His eyes are glued to yours as he raises his chin, begging for your kiss.

Dropping your panties to your ankle, you can feel the heat boiling in your belly. You lower yourself against him. Your wet, heat grinds against his firm rod. He bites back a moan. You press your cheek against his as you nip at his earlobe. “Oh, yes, just like that,” he purrs.

His touch pushes you off the cliff of euphoria. Your mind completely buzzed from his sensual touch. You could feel his hips grinding back onto you. Those shaky breaths leaving him.

You suddenly become overstimulated by the feel of your clothes. Your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt but he quickly stops you. His hands cupping yours as he shushes you. “Please,” he whispers. “Let me.”

Spencer lightly brings your hands back to his chest. His fingers reach the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. His breath stalls upon the sight of your uncovered breasts. A tongue traveling across his lip as he shudders.

A gaping mouth as he slowly inches towards you. His tongue slightly leading the way. With a beaming grin, you lean into his kiss, feeling yourself crash into his hold. He hums against you. “Don’t stop kissing me,” he pleads softly between pecks.

Your arms hug around his neck, pressing your lips against his. Your hips grind against him, wanting more and more. “Mmm’never,” you mumble. His hands slide up the sides of your waist, traveling ever so slowly until they cup your breasts. His dick twitches between your legs, making you gasp ever so lightly.

Spencer presses his fingers into your lower back. He pins you forward until his mouth crashes upon your nipple. You moan at his wet touch, taking sharp breaths as you drop your head down. “Shit, shit,” you whisper.

His tongue circles around your sensitive skin. Your nipple hardening upon his touch, making him drool more than he already is. “Don’t stop,” you mewl. Your breath escapes you with each flick of his tongue.

Spence’s lips press softly into your skin, making their way to your other side. As his breath heavies, he leans closer and closer into your bosom. Your fingers crash into his waved locks, pulling him tight against you.

Firm teeth lightly envelop your nipple. A bit tighter than you expected. You wince, letting out a hiss that forces him to drop your breast from his suckling. “Too hard?” he asks innocently. Those gentle eyes peer up at you, leaving a twinkling flutter to your belly.

You lift your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Your hand brushes through his brunette locks as you pull him closer into your chest. A scrunch to your nose and you plant a long winded kiss across his lips. A squeeze to your lids and you pull away, even though your body screams at you for doing so.

"Not hard enough, Dr. Reid."

Spencer's eyes open just as his lungs suck in a large breath of air. His gentle hands at your waist now dig into your skin, twisting both your bodies until he rests heavily upon you. His hands reach for your own, wrapping at the wrist and burrowing them into your pillow.

His honey eyes look deep into your soul. They rake over the features of your face. He pulls one of your wrists to his other hands, holding your arms above your head. He then takes his free hand to brush a soft thumb against your cheek bone, down the side of your jaw, and against your lips.

As soon as his eyes return to yours, the words fall from his delicate mouth. "Do you want me to fuck you, Agent?"

You bite your lip, holding back a screaming moan that you didn't know you were capable of. Your head immediately nodding, fully submitting to his intoxicating power. As you do, his thumb pulls at your lip, dragging it down to your chin before placing it gently once more at your cupid's bow. "Good girl."

Spencer's kiss land softly upon your neck. His waving hair tickles the sides of your face as you push against his restraints. Your body innately wishing to hold him, to pull him closer onto your skin - but his fingers squeeze tighter against your wrists. He won't let you go. No, he won't let you out of his grasp, not until he's done with you.

Little moans escape you as his silky pecks travel down to your collar bone. Your lower half folds into him. Legs tightening at his waist, trying to pull him in closer and closer.

His hips bury themselves into you. His breath hot upon your skin, struggling to maintain the sanctity of each kiss. But you can feel it. You can feel him twitching against your thigh. You mewl at the thought of him. They always said the tall, lanky boys had the biggest...

Spencer's forehead presses at your chest, balancing his weight as his fingers massage against your heat. He lets out a low hum as his thumb forms light circles upon your bud. "You're so wet," he whispers before pressing another kiss on your skin. "Are you wet because of me?"

A question so innocent and sweetly asked. His eyes evading from yours as he lands more kisses on your sternum and stomach. You could barely stand it. Your heart flutters in a way that sucks the breath right from under you.

"I've been wet and dying for you to touch me since you got in my bed."

That sweet smile slowly forms on his right side as he dives in for another kiss. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into his warm, drooling mouth. Tight teeth dig onto your sensitive skin making you wince aloud, followed by a tight grin.

His fingers slip under your panties’ hem, slowing dragging them down your legs. He leaves them hooked around your right ankle as his fingers massage into your inner thighs. The sensation almost overwhelming as you take in a harsh breath and adjust yourself beneath him.

"Little sensitive, baby girl?" Spencer asks before crashing his lips on your hip bone. His grasp slowly loosening as his large palm drags down to your sternum. You jump at the fluttering feeling, wanting nothing more than his head between your thighs.

"Let me make you feel better," he utters as his thumb rubs those tight little circles against your clit again. His kisses haunt your heat. His tongue only a mere few inches away, but busy loving on the pudge of your upper thigh.

Hesitantly, your hands float down to your sides. His pecks grow closer and closer to your swollen bits. The wait is becoming almost too much to bear. "Spence," you whimper breathlessly. His touch now like fire against your skin, bursting electricity throughout your body but in such an unnerving way.

You know what your body wants, what it craves.

His head raises, eyes on yours, but his tongue drags up your stomach. He rests against your chest, hands laid on each other with his chin upon them like the cherry on a sundae. "Yes?" he asks with a hint of musicality in his inflection.

"I - I can't take it anymore," you whine, burying the crown of your head into the pillow beneath it. "Please." Your eyes return to him just as that small smile plasters upon his cheek. He moves his hands back to your hips, planting kisses on your stomach until he reaches the very top of your heat.

Spencer's tongue slowly navigates its way down your slit. A loud exhale escapes you and you can finally relax. Your body completely in love with the euphoria it is receiving from the strong muscle.

In the lonely nights where you allowed yourself to wonder, you had always imagined guiding the sweet boy through the process. Teaching him how to lick, where to lick, how fast to lick, and how deep to go.

Not a single ounce of your body was prepared for SS Agent, Dr. Spencer Reid to destroy your pussy without you uttering a single word.

Your fingers find themselves tangled deep within his hair. Your torso curves up to the heavens as you struggle to fathom the undeniable pleasure between your legs. His palm adds a degree of pressure to your breast that sends sparkles to your vision. His fingernails dig into the flesh, but two fingers specifically tend to your nipple - ensuring that it remain hard for him.

Spencer hums against you. The vibrations feel divine, teleporting you to heaven and dropping you back down at an alarming rate. Never once has a man made you feel this fucking good. And, fuck, is it even better knowing that Reid is the one that is making you pray that the licks never stop.

Gradually, you feel his fingers gathering slick within your folds. He releases deep guttural groan upon your touch. The sensation knocks your eye balls right to the back of your head. One palm rests upon his head, while the other digs into the sheets at your side.

He pulls from your heat, breathless as he does. "M'God, you're so wet," he murmurs. His finger flirts with your hole, circling it with a slight pressure. "Do you want it?"

You mewl at his words. You would have never seen him coming. Not this Spencer Reid. Your mind screams at you, screams at you for convincing yourself not to give this a shot, for convincing yourself out of it. "Yes, I want it," you whisper without another second of hesitation.

His grin smirks as a hand rests lightly upon your inner thigh. His thumb rubbing tiny circles into your skin. His breath is hot and heavy against your most sensitive part. His tongue rips between you, flicking the tip against your bud.

Raising his head to watch your reaction, Spencer gradually dives his middle finger within. Your gummy walls take him in, begging for so much more that just a finger. Your chin raises as curses fall from your lips. His smile broadens, beams at the sight. He must like your cursing now...

You can feel his finger brushing ever so lightly against your bumpy surface. Your knees weaken, legs barely holding on. "More," you plead as your hips begin to rut against his delicious fingers.

"Beg for it, Agent," Spencer demands.

Grinding against his fingers, against his face, your eyelashes flutter as you dig deeper into the mattress. "Please, Spence. Please, baby. Please, fuck me." You whine lightly, finding yourself willing to do just about anything to feel more of this pleasure.

He obliges, delving his ring finger in and curling to brush against your G spot. You feel light headed, like the Earth was actually on a globe and someone just spun the shit out of it. You can barely hold back your moans.

Spencer dives in past his second knuckle. Once your walls adjusted to his fingers, he quickens his movement. He lets out breathless moans at the sound of your skin slapping against his. "Oh god," he groans between sweet licks of your clit.

His fingers thrust deeper within you. His delicate hands move quickly, faster than expected. "You're so tight," he whines as he pulls his mouth from your heat and plants a kiss rough and firm against your lips. His tongue plunges against yours, dancing in tandem. Both being barely contained by each other's mouths.

Each push of his fingers forces a whimper from your throat. Spencer moans in response against your lips. He could feel you tightening around his thick fingers. "You're close, aren't you, my baby?" His rhythm is sustained as an unnerving pit rests in the bottom of your stomach.

He breathes heavily against you, pressing his forehead upon yours. His eyes peer down at your body. He enjoys watching your body heave beneath him, watching it twist and wiggle around in pleasure. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers into your ear.

Almost as though you unknowingly needed Spencer's permission, the rubber band in your stomach bursts and your thighs clench around him. The lightheaded feelings returns as you slowly grind against his hand. His fingers still within your pulsating walls. He grinds his cock against your thigh, desperate to get out.

His hand slowly finds it way to your cheek, rubbing a soft thumb across the bone. Your breath heavies as you gradually fall from your high. He guides your chin down as he places a firm peck upon your forehead. He raises your eye line back to him before resting his lips against yours sweet and soft.

"Mmm'you're so good to me," Spencer breathes against your mouth. Another peck and you swear you could see stars. You hum against his kisses, wrangling your fingers through his chocolate waved hair. "You've definitely done that before, haven't you?" you ask.

He runs his tongue across his lips, maintaining his gaze with yours. "I’ve done my research," he whispers before raising the back of your hand to his lips. He lightly lands beside you, hooking his other arm behind your head as he pulls you closer into his embrace.

With a smile and fluttering lashes, your hand travels down the center of his chest and his stomach. Eyes searching for the light brown hair of his happy trail. You bite your lip before flicking your eyes back to his.

Using the base of your palm, you press firmly upon the outline of his girth. Your mouth salivates, flashing thoughts of his cock pushing past your lips. "Mmmmm," Spencer vibrates deep within his throat. His eyes closing as he tilts his head onto yours.

Your finger tips lightly brushing against his boxers. Your own breath hitches as you can clearly feel outline of the mushroomed head. Electricity bursts in you or stomach once again as you massage your fingers up and down his staff.

Spencer groans, faint whispered curses fall from his perfectly innocent lips. "D-don't stop..." he whimpers.

The sound of twinkling bells fill the air.

Your head immediately raises as his eyelids flutter open. "Shit!" You reach for your phone, gripping onto it tight just to reveal the 6:30am alarm. You wince, furrowing your brows as you unwillingly are pulled from the magical and euphoric morning.

Landing back against the mattress, you burrow your head into his neck. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. "It's time," Spencer whispers against your forehead before placing a light kiss. You whine into the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave the warmth of his hold.

"Shhh," he shushes, brushing back a strand of hair from your face. You curl your face up towards him, sporting a pouty lip. "Are you going to be okay?" you ask with concern, knowing a throbbing cock is not exactly painless.

Spencer smirks, eyes raking over your solemn face, before placing a mind blowing kiss on your lips. "Of course." You blush, tucking your chin as you rest your head against his peck. "Maybe after the case..." he suggests with a bouncing brow.

"Hmmm, or during?" you whisper. "I get lonely in my hotel room." He lets out a harsh, ragged breath before pressing his lips together and forming a straight line. He nods, suddenly becoming nonverbal and only being able to communicate with gestures.

The flattery forces a giggle and a blush to your cheeks. Leaving one more kiss onto those sweet, chapped lips, you start to make your way out of bed. He places a supporting hand to the base of your spine as you raise and hook your legs over the side of the bed. You stand, reaching for your trusty work clothes, as your panties slide to your ankle.

Grabbing hold of your dress shirt, you fling your arms through the sleeves before turning back to him to button up. You catch his glimmering eyes watching you, causing you to pause and smile yourself.

"Can we still walk in together?" Spencer asks with eyes scanning your body from head to toe.

"Of course."

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