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A Good Night's Rest
Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
Summary: Din was your best friend, but you wanted him to be so much more. Turns out he feels the same way.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: SMUT, drinking, helmetless din, virgin!reader, SOFT MANDO <3
A/N: we will all collectively just pretend there’s a little guest room in the razorcrest, otherwise everyone’s fuckin on the cold floor ok and we cannot allow it.
“Dammit” You cursed at the dreaded transmitter that was probably older than you were.
Being a mechanic had its perks, but it truly had its challenges, too. Especially when you’d been assigned long-term work on a ship as old as the Razor Crest. Of course, a perk to that would be traveling with a Mandalorian. It was a rough couple of months getting him just to hold a conversation with you, but almost a year later, you'd never been more connected or closer to anyone else in your whole life. He was undoubtedly your best friend.
“Don’t worry about it. That thing has never worked right” Din said, startling you as he entered the cockpit. He was dismissive of the transmitter, which was all the more reason you wanted to fix it.
Sighing out in frustration, you accepted defeat. For now, anyways.
“I’ll get it figured out eventually” You assured him.
“If you say so" He chuckled softly.
"Are you doubting my capabilities?" You teased him.
"No, I am doubting the probability of that thing ever working again"
"That's fair" You smirked before looking back to your unfinished work.
"How are the engines looking? Are we good to go?" He asked.
"Yep. Everything else is looking good. Are we leaving tonight?"
"I'd like to get a good night's rest first. We can leave in the morning" He confirmed, leaning against the metal siding of the cockpit.
"Sounds good to me" You smiled back softly, subtly admiring his stance beside you.
"I'll probably go to bed soon" Din said, his sleeplessness showing itself in his voice.
A fun idea crept into your mind.
"Why waste such a perfect night to break this baby in?" You giggled as you pulled the bottle of liquor from the cabinet in the cockpit.
"How did you get that?" He said with a head tilt, questioning where and when you had the opportunity to acquire alcohol.
You raised your brows and shrugged your shoulders, "I stole it"
"Well, I assumed that" Din iterated, taking the bottle into his hand and observing the label, "but I am not surprised"
You watched as he looked around, as if trying to find some reason why he shouldn't indulge in some light drinking with his best friend tonight.
"I'll just be drinking all by myself, if you're not joining me" You raised your eyebrows at him.
"Fine” He gave in, sitting himself down in the pilot’s seat next to you in the copilot’s seat.
For a little while, you two indulged in the intoxicating effects of the liquor. You knew your limits and so did he. You stopped just before feeling your inhibitions slip away but felt fuzzy enough inside to enjoy the feeling.
Respectfully, you opted to look away whenever he took a sip, so as to not catch a glimpse of even his chin as he tipped the liquor into his mouth. His movements were slow as he set his glass down, and with your peripheral vision, you noted that he was done. With all the time you’d spent around him, you couldn’t actually imagine him actually having a face, he was just a helmet with a gentle voice. But you loved him.
Oh stars, you loved him…
The chances of him feeling the same were slim, but one more sip and you might just tell him.
As you stared at him, you were met with flashbacks of one particular night not too long ago. Din had accidentally walked in on you masturbating, and you didn’t notice he was there until a couple of seconds had passed. He couldn’t make himself look away from you in such a state, but the guilt of unintentionally invading your privacy ate at him every day since. Since that night, things had been a little bit awkward between you two
Not a single word was exchanged between you two, he just slowly walked out. You probably didn’t come out of your room for another day, and even now, you still hadn’t talked about it.
What he didn’t know it was him you were thinking about while you pleasured yourself.
“This stuff is…” You began, holding the bottle out and tilting your gaze at it.
“Strong?” Din finished your sentence.
“Very” you giggled in response.
Din stared at you for what felt like forever, the tension pulling tighter between your gazes. There was something so odd about the way his head pointed in your general direction just gave you butterflies. You wished so desperately to look into his eyes for real.
“I, um” He began, tripping on his own words before his thoughts were fully developed.
“What is it?” You tilted your head.
He paused, and looked at the ground, before turning back to you.
“I need to sleep” He sighed.
“Okay. It just seemed like you were going to say something?”
Please let him say that he loves you too.
“I don’t think I’ve drank enough to say it”
“Maybe I have” You pondered. It spilled off your tongue like honey, “I'm in love with you"
Okay where the fuck did that confidence come from?
He was still. More still than usual, if that were even possible. The thumping of your heart against the restraints of your chest rang terribly loud in your ears. If he’d said anything in the seconds that followed, you wouldn’t have even heard it. Any attempt to read his emotions was blocked by the shining reflection of his visor.
But he was silent, and you could only guess why…he didn’t feel the same way about you.
“I’m..” He tried to begin, but fell short of his words.
“Don’t” You began as mortification consumed you, “don’t say anything”
He remained stoic, and painfully quiet. Providing no goodbye or goodnight, you got up and made your way to your quarters on the Crest. Din didn’t stop you. He didn’t flinch, in fact, he barely breathed.
The frigid metal against your arms shot chills down your spine as you leaned against the door you had just closed behind you to your room.
The distant sounds of his footsteps carrying across the ship, led right to your door very shortly after you stormed off.
"Y/N" His soft, modulated voice rang the other side of the door, following a gentle knock.
What do you even say to him now that you've confessed something so bold to someone you're in such close proximity to all the time?
You slowly pulled the door open and were met with Din’s towering figure.
"I'm in love with you, too" He admitted quickly.
Now you found that it was you whose words were failing them. A choked breath hitched in your throat as you processed what he said.
"Y-you do?" You stuttered in disbelief.
"Yes. I did not know what to say before. I wasn't expecting you to say that" He said softly, his tone growing timid.
You stepped back and let him enter your crowded quarters, which truly was only enough space for your small bed and a cabinet. The forced proximity to him heightened the tension even further. You sat on the edge of your bed, and he mirrored you, finding only inches of space next to you.
"I want to kiss you" You blurted softly.
"I want to kiss you too, Y/N. I'm sorry I can't" He responded, cautiously placing his hand on your knee.
"I know what you can do" You suggested.
Your trembling fingers wrapped around the gloved material of his hand and guided it in between your legs. There was no resistance from either of you, but you sensed his nerves as well as your own.
The shifting of your hips told him you wanted him to move. He rubbed against your aching and sensitive bud through the rough of your pants. You wanted him bare against your skin, but you knew this needed to be slow.
Too shy to just let him watch the look of pleasure upon your face, you buried your head into his shoulder while he rubbed your clit. He groaned as you let a faint whimper escape you…a sound he’d only dreamed of hearing before.
"Are you sure?" He begged for reassurance.
"Are you?" You countered him.
“Yes” He assured with no hesitation, like he’d been waiting for you for years.
“I’ve never done this before” You muttered lowly, ashamed to admit it, but knowing it was necessary for him to be aware that you were a virgin.
“Ever?” He leaned back.
You shook your head in confirmation.
Din froze in his tracks, halting his rhythmic motions at your core. You worried he wouldn’t want to be your first. You worried it would be too much pressure for him to make it special for you.
He pulled away completely.
Something you’d never seen him do before caught your immediate attention. Slowly, his fingers curled underneath the bottom edge of his helmet and lifted it from his head. He didn’t hesitate for a second.
“Din what are y-”
You couldn’t even remember to breathe as his face came to view. His brown hair lay so perfectly pressed to his head, restricted for so long by the constraints of his mask. He wasn't a stranger. This wasn't unfamiliar. It was him.
And he was beautiful.
His creed meant nothing to him in that moment…the moment he finally was able to stare into your eyes for real. Nothing mattered to him except you. A lump grew quickly in your throat, and you welcomed it as a tear fell from your eye.
"You deserve for this to be special, Y/N. You deserve to look into the eyes of the man who loves you"
The rapid fire of your beating heart skipped over itself. His voice was smooth and raw...and scared. His entire life has been spent hiding away from everyone he has ever cared about behind that helmet. But now...he truly sees you.
"Din" You breathed.
The second that his lips brushed against yours, the world around you fell silent. Fingertips trailed along your jaw before moving to wrap themselves in your hair. Din was delicate and careful. He worried he'd break you if he didn't control his desire that had pent itself up for months of being near you.
You were tremendously overwhelmed with surprise and butterflies, which fueled your hunger for him as he found familiarity in your lips, and pressed harder into the kiss. His trembling hand returned in between your legs, applying pressure against your clit through your pants.
Din was no stranger to sex, but he was a stranger to your body, and a stranger to loving you in the way he was always aching to.
“I’m going to take care of you, Y/N” Din whispered against your lips.
He motioned for you to lie back, and guided you with his arm pressed gently into the curve of your back. You fiddled with the clasp of your pants, but his hand replaced your own and successfully unfastened it. You worked to remove them, but Din helped you peel them down your legs.
Nothing could have pulled your admirable gaze away from him. There were no words to describe how beautiful he was. Din hovered above you, staring right back in disbelief of having you beneath him like this. Your fingertips traced the line of his jaw, your palm finally resting against the scruff of his cheek. His eyes fell shut, being so touch-starved that he melted in your grasp.
Din knew that he wanted to stay like this forever, but he also knew how badly he needed to be inside you. As he stood to his feet and removed his armor, revealing the soft material beneath it that clung to his skin, your thighs clenched together in anticipation. With his continued help, he carefully lifted your shirt above your head, revealing you wore nothing beneath it. The guttural moan that grazed your ear when he saw your breasts sent a wave of heat between your legs.
His finger looped around the hem of your panties and awaited your confirmation before eagerly removing them.
You were nervous. Stars you were so nervous. Somehow you found comfort in studying his face, watching his reaction to seeing your exposed body on display for him.
Your lips intertwined again. The supple caress of his hand traveling up your thigh sent chills down your spine. It only took one light touch against your folds for him to feel how bad you wanted him. Suddenly you felt one finger slide inside of you.
He broke away from devouring your lips, “Is this okay?”
“Yes” You breathed.
What he did with his fingers felt beyond anything you’d ever done to yourself. He curled his finger as he pumped it in and out of you, savoring the sound of your slickness wrapped around his digits. You grinded against his hand, signaling him to move faster.
Din watched you, enamored with your expression and how you melted for him just by the touch of his hand. Stars began forming in your eyes as the haze of your orgasm crept up slowly. Din felt the walls of your cunt tightening slightly as he went faster.
“It feels so good, Din, please don’t stop”
And he didn’t stop. Stars, he’d do anything you asked of him. Especially now.
With the arching of your back, Din knew you’d reached your release. You cried out for him, digging your nails into the skin of his neck, shutting your eyes tight, overwhelmed with pure pleasure.
“Look at me, cyar’ika” He instructed. Your eyes flew up to stare deep into his beautiful brown eyes.
Your release overtook your entire body, sending a heated flash of vibration across your skin, tingling and centering at the thrusts of his fingers.
“There you go sweetheart, you’re doing so good” He praised.
You rode out your high as he talked you through it. Unable to fathom the total ecstasy you were feeling. Your breathing was heavy as you floated back down, and you then realized how tightly your hands were gripping his body. As you flashed him a smile, he softly smiled back, his eyes scanning your body and face.
As you reached for his pants, he hurriedly removed his shirt followed by his pants, now leaving him completely bare for you too. You stared at his cock, impressed by his size, and clenched your cunt around nothing as your body begged for him.
You spread your legs for him, as his hips situated themselves to fit perfectly between them.
“I’ll go as slow as you need me to” he assured you, “I don’t want to hurt you”. Just then, the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, before he finally buried himself completely inside of you. A whimper of slight discomfort escaped you, and Din planted a soft kiss upon your open mouth to soothe you. You were so tightly wrapped around him that he almost lost it immediately. It was such a wonderful new feeling to experience being this close to Din.
Your body adjusted itself quicker than you anticipated to his size. He began to thrust slowly, still giving you time to relax. A lustful whimper fell from your lips, showing Din that you were experiencing pleasure rather than pain now. Once his thrusts found perfect and steady rhythm inside you, he began to moan softly with you.
Your eyes meet and lock on each other while he continues to curl his hips passionately into yours.
“Does that feel good, Y/N?” He moaned and kissed your neck gently.
“Yes, Din” You managed to mumble through your new feeling of pleasure.
The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, and your skin burned with such a wonderful fire. You were sure that you’d never get enough of his lips against yours.
“You are so beautiful, cyar’ika” He whispered, his hand traveling down between your breasts, familiarizing himself with the feeling of your skin against his. Taking one of your breasts into his hand, he squeezed it gently.
“Harder” You begged him. He looked at you with uncertainty, but wouldn’t dare deny you.
He began fucking you faster, now. As his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot inside you with every snap of his hips, your moans grew louder and more intense. Din loved every sound you made. He was quieter than you, but his whimpering was music to your ears.
“Y/N, I won’t last much longer” He faltered in his thrusts as he got close to his release.
You nodded and pulled his face into yours, kissing him hard. Your lips against his pushed him over the edge. His fist gripped the sheets as he came, his moans deeper and louder than before.
“Fuck, Y/N” He cried out.
The warmth of his release coated your walls, and you cherished the feeling of truly being filled by him. All of him.
The room was filled with only the sound of your beating hearts and the gradual rate of your breathing coming down to normal. Din was careful when he removed himself from you, and the second he did, you already missed feeling him so close. He lay next to you, your warm bodies still pressed close to each other. The silence between you spoke louder than any words you could manage to speak.
“Are you okay?” He asked while caressing your cheek.
You smiled warmly at him. There was a soreness you felt inside, but it was a sensation you welcomed if it meant that Din was the one to take your virginity.
“I’m more than okay” You assured him, “that was everything I ever hoped it would be”
“I love you, Y/N” He said sweetly, warming your soul as he said it.
“I love you, too”
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I need something angsty about OM character's reactions to MC's death...
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What are their reactions after MC's death in human world by an accident?
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[Lucifer]
The thought of losing his beloved to an accident in the human world would be a devastating blow to Lucifer. He would be deeply saddened and utterly heartbroken, feeling empty and lost.
He would also be filled with grief and guilt, blaming himself for not being able to prevent the tragedy and thinking he should have done more to protect them. Lucifer would be grief-stricken and consumed by sadness, feeling as if he lost his own light and hope. However, Lucifer would never give up on the idea of seeing his beloved again and would fight for a way to bring them back, no matter what it takes.
When Lucifer hugs MC's dead body, he would be filled with sorrow, grief, and regret. He would sob and weep, his tears falling upon the body of his beloved. Lucifer would mourn deeply and not want to let go, wanting to stay by their side forever.
He would whisper words of love, comfort, and apology, apologizing for not having done enough to protect them. "MC... I'll love you forever... no matter what, I'll find you again..." "sorry for always being grumpy and cruel with you... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Lucifer's love for his beloved is eternal and will never fade away, so the thought of saying goodbye forever would be too painful for him and he would do everything in his power to find a way to bring MC back.
[Mammon]
If MC were to die in the human world due to an accidental incident, the news would no doubt hit Mammon hard. He would be in shock and disbelief, unable to accept the truth.
Once he finally processed the truth, he'd be filled with grief and sadness. He might lash out in anger and denial, blaming the world and himself for allowing this to happen.
He might even feel like he's to blame, believing he could have prevented the accident if he had only been there. Eventually, he would come to terms with MC's death, but his grief would always remain.
If Mammon were to embrace MC's dead body, he would likely be overcome with grief and tears. He might cry out in despair and frustration, cursing the universe for taking away his precious love. He might also ask for forgiveness and beg for the ability to turn back time. Mammon would likely cling to the body, not wanting to let go of the only thing remaining of MC. He might whisper sweet nothings into MC's ear, or even try to wake them up, hoping that it's just a nightmare and that MC isn't really gone. He would whisper their names, saying things like, " MC... MC... please wake up... don't leave me... please..." (OK, this dude hurts for the second time because of MC's death and it's sad...)
[Leviathan]
Leviathan would be absolutely devastated if MC died in the human world. he would be in denial that it was true and search for months on end to find a way to bring them back. he would be unable to cope with their death and would become distant and quiet. he would struggle to carry on with his duties in the devildom and would struggle to focus on anything else. it would shatter his world in a way that he would never recover from, and he would never forgive himself for letting such a tragic thing happen.
Leviathan would likely be hugging MC's dead body tightly, not wanting to let them go. he would cry and mourn their death. he would say things like "no, no, it's not fair. it can't be real" and "why did you leave me alone?" and if MC's death was caused by an accident, he would likely blame himself and say things such as "I should've been careful. I should've done more." and "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for things to end this way." he would be in utter disbelief and despair, as he struggles to cope with the loss.
[Satan]
Satan's reaction to the death of MC would be one of grief and sorrow. He would be deeply affected by the loss and would likely mourn intensely. He would be filled with sadness and guilt, wondering if there was anything he could have done to prevent it. He would also feel a deep sense of loneliness and emptiness, as a part of himself would be gone with MC. He would likely blame himself for not doing enough to protect them and would be haunted by the thought of having lost someone so precious to him.
When Satan finds himself hugging the dead body of MC, he would likely be filled with intense grief. He would cling tightly to MC's body, wanting to take comfort in them even though they are no longer alive. He may also speak to the dead body, expressing his sorrow and anguish. He would probably say things like "I'm so sorry" or "Please come back." He might even cry and wail in grief, unable to come to terms with the fact that MC is gone. He would likely be unable to think of anything else, consumed by sadness and pain.
[Asmodeus]
The news of MC's death would hit Asmodeus hard. He would be devastated and inconsolable, as the love of his life was taken away from him without any warning. He would be filled with so much grief and regret, that MC had to die such a horrible death, when they were supposed to be happy and together.
He would likely shut himself from everyone, as he couldn't handle the pain or talking to anyone. He'd just stay in his room and sob, remembering all the happy memories he shared with them and wishing they'd be able to create even more.
Asmodeus would hug MC's dead body tightly and desperately while crying and sobbing, refusing to believe that they're gone. He would say things along the line of "No, this can't be happening.. please.. Don't leave me.. I need you..." and even ask for MC to wake up and answer him, as he can't believe that they're really dead.
He'd try to talk to MC's dead body, wishing that it'd answer and come back to him, while hugging them tighter and refusing to let go.
[Beelzebub]
Beelzebub would be absolutely devastated by MC's death. He would be in shock, denial, and disbelief all at the same time. He would blame himself for not protecting MC and for not being with them at the time of their demise. He would grieve deeply and mourn their loss. He would feel empty without MC in his life and would be haunted by memories of their time together.
He would try to hold it together and stay strong, but the grief would be too much for him. He would eventually try to find a way to revive MC, no matter the cost.
Beelzebub would cling tightly to MC's body, unwilling to let go even in death. He would cry and sob, regretting all the times they fought and wishing he had appreciated their time together more. He would beg for MC to come back to him and would plead with every deity he knows to revive MC. He would swear to give up anything if it meant having MC back with him.
As he gazes down at MC's body, he would recall all their happy memories together. The time they met, their first kiss, and all the special moments they had shared would flood his mind.
[Belphegor]
If MC passed away in the human world, Belphegor would be absolutely devastated and heartbroken. They would be overcome with grief, guilt, and regret, wondering if there was more they could have done to prevent this from happening. They would feel completely and utterly lost. They would be unable to comprehend how someone so precious to them could suddenly be taken away from them. As time passes, Belphegor may learn to cope with the loss, but the pain of missing MC would never fade or go away completely.
Belphegor would be in shock and denial when they find MC's dead body. They would refuse to believe that it's happening and would beg and plead for them to wake up, to come back to them. When reality finally sets in, Belphegor would be stricken with grief and sorrow. They would hold MC closely, crying and sobbing, whispering apologies and expressions of love. They would want nothing more than to go back in time and save them, but they would also know that nothing could make it better. They would feel lost and empty, empty of love and of hope.
[Diavolo]
Diavolo would be absolutely devastated by MC's death and would struggle to find words to describe how much pain and sorrow he is filling. He would blame himself and be overcome by guilt and regret, tormenting himself over what he could have done differently. He might even shut himself off and distance himself from everyone else as he tries to process the devastating loss of MC, and might even become depressed and hopeless, thinking nothing matters anymore. He would most likely consider following them after death, as he sees no point to living in a world without MC's warmth and light.
When hugging MC's dead body, Diavolo would most likely cry profusely, sobbing and clinging to them as he is overcome with unbearable sorrow and agony. He might even be shaking and trembling for a while, completely at a loss for words and unable to function properly. He could say things like "No, no, it's not true, it can't be. You can't be gone, I can't be without you," or "Why did this have to happen? I tried so hard to save you, I should have been more careful, this is all my fault."
[Barbatos]
When the news of MC's death in the human world reached Barbatos, he would drop everything he was doing and flew as fast as he could to see for himself that it was a mistake. He would spend hours looking for MC, checking around and in the most unexpected places, hoping it was all a mistake or a lie.
Even if there were any signs that the news was true, the demon would deny it and hold to the hope that everything was a lie. He would not believe MC is dead until he himself saw MC lying still with his own eyes.
Barbatos, when standing before MC's lifeless body, would break down completely. His wings tucked themselves underneath his clothing as he took in the sight that was burned into his mind. He would blame himself because he had the power to see the future, BUT he didn't use that damn power...
He refused to believe that MC was dead, holding on to their body and clinging onto it as if trying one last time to bring them back to life.
He'd kiss their forehead and whisper words of comfort. The demon would stay like that for an eternity, sobbing and hugging MC's body before accepting the truth.
[Simeon]
Upon learning about MC's death, Simeon would be deeply saddened and grief-stricken. He would likely be overcome with regret and guilt, and blame himself for not being able to save them. Simeon would grieve deeply for MC and have trouble coming to terms with the loss. He would also feel lonely and empty without MC, and would likely question the meaning of life without them. He would struggle to cope with the loss and would need time to heal and to move on.
When Simeon first finds out about MC's death, he would likely be in shock and disbelief. He would rush to MC's side, hoping against all hope that it was a mistake or that they were still alive. Upon seeing their lifeless body and realizing that it was true, Simeon would be overwhelmed with grief.
He would spend time hugging MC's body and refusing to let go, trying in vain to bring them back to life. He would likely say things like, "No, it can't be. This can't be happening. Please wake up, my love. Please."
And finally, he has to break the news to Luke. But he will be so sad and upset that he can't comfort Luke either.
[Solomon]
If MC were to pass away in the human world due to an accident, Solomon would be utterly heartbroken and devastated. His grief and sadness would be immense and all-consuming.
Solomon would be overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness and regret, as he would likely blame himself for not being able to protect MC, or for not being there at that moment.
He might feel a sense of guilt and longing, and mourn the loss of the love, the future, and life that they were meant to have together. His mourning process would be long and difficult, and it might even bring him to the point of despair.
Upon meeting MC's lifeless body, Solomon would likely be filled with shock, disbelief, and overwhelming grief. He would embrace their body and cradle them closely, not wanting to let them go. He would likely say things like:
"This can't be happening...this can't be true...please, wake up..."
"How could this happen? I...I should have been there...I should have protected you...."
"Please, don't leave me, my love...not like this..."
"You...you can't leave me alone...Please, I can't survive without you..."
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Buddy Daddies CD Drama Vol 2 – Far from Jupiter, Far from thunder
*Phone buzzes*
Kazuki: Ah? Yes, Hello? Huh? Uhh... yeah we're free... Uh-huh. Mmm... I see. Bye.
*Hangs up*
Kazuki: Seriously...?
Rei: Kazuki. What is it?
Kazuki: Rei, can you believe this? Kyuu-chan... wants us to help him with something.
Rei: Huh? No way...!
Kazuki: I can’t believe it either! What in the world could have happened that, Kyuu-chan, the super owner of Cafe Yadorigi who does everything flawlessly, would need to call us for help?!
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*Door opening*
Kyuutarou: W-welcome...
Rei: Eh...?
Kazuki: Kyuu-chan... are you okay?
Kyuutarou: I might not be.
Rei: He looks really worn out.
Kazuki: Hey, what's wrong? Seriously, what happened?
Kyuutarou: Well... It would take a while... to explain...
*Girl sighing longingly*
Rei: Wait.
Kazuki: Hm? What is it, Rei?
*Girl sighing longingly*
Rei: We’re being watched.
Kazuki: Watched...?
Rei: This sharp gaze...
*Rei moves*
Girl: Ah!
Rei: Is it you?
Girl: HUH?! Wait, what's going on?
Kazuki: Woah, Rei. Calm down. She's just a normal cute girl.
Rei: No. The way she was watching us wasn’t normal.
Rei: Could you be in our same line of work?
Girl: Same line of work?
Kazuki: Woah woah woah! Stop!
Kazuki: You can't bother civilians!
Rei: No, but...!
Kazuki: Enough!
Kazuki: Hey... Sorry... He's got a bit of an active imagination.
Girl: Oh...
Kazuki: Ah, by the way, I’m Kurusu Kazuki. I can’t believe someone so cute was staring at me so passionately! I'm such a heart-break-er! If you’re ever feeling lonely at night, go ahead and give me a call anytime, okay?
Girl: Oh, sorry for giving you the wrong impression.
Kazuki: Huh?
Girl: The one I was looking at was actually Kyuutarou-san!
Kazuki: Woah, shock!
Rei: Instantly rejected.
Kazuki: You shut up!
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Kyuutarou: Her name is Shigasaki Mei. She’s an ordinary woman who recently became a regular at
Yadorigi.
Kazuki: Oh! I see. I see. I get it. I get it. So it's that old story?
Rei: That old story?
Kazuki: Ah, well Kyuu-chan is a smart and aloof but still a bit mysterious cafe owner, ya know?
Girls can't help but fall in love with a good looking guy in glasses!
Rei: A good looking guy in glasses...
Kazuki: Man, Kyuu-chan, you’re quite the heartbreaker too. You know this shop’s entrance is known as "the guillotine gate of heartbreak" since it slices the head off so many girls' dreams of love.
Rei: That sounds disturbing...
Kazuki: But Kyuu-chan, you must know how to deal with girls in love from experience, right?
Kyuutarou: Yeah, I thought I did...
*Flashback*
Mei: Ever since the day I met you, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you! Kyoutarou-san, would you please go out with me?!
Kyuutarou: I'm sorry. You’re still young. You seem like a little sister I have an age gap with to me.
Mei: Isn't that taboo feeling of harboring love for a sibling great!?
Kyuutarou: No... that’s not what I mean...
Mei: And if we were siblings we could take baths together too!
Kyuutarou: That can't happen. I'm sorry for not having said anything until now but... I have a fiancée.
Mei: Ah! So then I'd be stealing you? I'm into it!
Kyuutarou: No. That wouldn't be fair to my future wife.
Mei: I understand. In that case, I’m ok with being your mistress!
Kyuutarou: Huh? Stop this already!
Mei: Huh? Kyuutarou-san?
Kyuutarou: I'm sorry to tell you this, but I can't accept that about you.
Mei: Huh? Ah... Aaa(sounding like she's starting to cry)aaaawww thank you!
Kyuutarou: Huh?
Mei: You're going to teach me about my bad points, right? I'll fix them for you! Is there anything else you hate about me?
*End flashback*
Rei: She's unstoppable...
Kazuki: Mei-chan is so optimistic...
Kyuutarou: This is the first time I’ve met someone so pushy so I'm not sure how to deal with it. Ever since she confessed to me she's been watching everything I d-... or rather... it's more like she's surveilling me.
Kazuki: H-huh? Isn't that bad? Since you also have your other work to do.
Kyuutarou: Yeah, and I can feel her watching me in front of the store after I close.
Rei: Stalker...
Kyuutarou: Recently the danger has increased due to rivals of our agency showing up. For both of our safety I can't let her know where I live.
Kazuki: That's true...
Rei: So that's why you're so worn out?
Kyuutarou: No matter if I'm asleep or awake, I feel her watching me from somewhere and I can't get it out of my head. I'm begging you, please help me figure out a way to keep her away from this store.
Kazuki: Hmm? Hehehe! When it comes to matters of love, leave it to me, Kurusu Kazuki, the professional at masterfully manipulating women's hearts!
Rei: Now I'm worried.
Kazuki: Now, you're thinking about this all wrong, Kyuu-chan. If you can’t turn her down, then you have to make her turn you down!
Kyuutarou: So you mean I need to make her hate me?
Kazuki: That’s right! To a woman who is blind with love, your words are all positive. So the quickest way to deal with it is to put a damper on her love.
Kyuutarou: Could you give me an example?
Kazuki: Let’s think about that together!
Rei: No plan.
Kazuki: You shut up!
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Kyuutarou: But here's the problem. What makes people hate someone depends on the person.
Kazuki: Hmm, this might be cliche but... what about a dirty joke? Like, we could plant a whoopee cushion near Mei-chan or something.
Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...
*Fantasizing*
Kyuutarou: Okay, it's time for a break. Let's see... down I go! *fart* Oh no! *fart* I-I can't stop! (continues farting) Maybe I ate too many potatoes yesterday? Ah!
(farting continues in background)
Mei: Kyuutarou-san! You're farting in front of me! For you to show me such an unbecoming part of you it must mean that you have opened up to me, right?
*end fantasy*
Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.
Rei: You used that sound too much...
Kazuki: Hmm. So being sloppy around her won't work either, huh? Then we'll have to think of another way to get her to hate you. Something that will make her viscerally think, "I can't stand being around this guy!" Rei, do you have any ideas?
Rei: Being an alcoholic womanizing gambler?
Kazuki: Yes, yes. That type of despicable guy. They're really a problem, aren't they? I understand. Hey! Are you trying to pick a fight with me!?
Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...
*Fantasizing*
*Kyuutarou gulping*
Kyuutarou: Ah! Here I go! ALL IN!
Girl 1: Woah! What a high roller!
Girl 2: Kyuu-chan~! You're so manly!
Kyuutarou: Hehehehe! I'm going to beat this guy and take you both to my bed!!
Mei: Kyuutarou-san! Let me go to bed with you too!
*end fantasy*
Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.
Rei: That type of guy is the worst.
Kazuki: No! I’m not that bad!
Kyuutarou: No, but we might be on the right track.
Kazuki: Huh, Kyuu-chan?!
Kyuutarou: Differences in sexual preferences can cause problems between men and women.
Kazuki: Ah! Oh, I see! That actually might work! Like if you're both masochists you wouldn't work well together or making her grossed out that you're such a lolicon... or... I know, how about being really into her playing your mother in ageplay?
Rei: What's... ageplay?
Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...
*Fantasizing*
Kyuutarou: Gagoo! Gagoo! Gagoo! Mama! I’m hungwy!
Mei: Yes, Yes~! I’m going to feed you now~!
*Sound of a zipper*
*end fantasy*
Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.
Rei: Huh? What was that?
Kazuki: You're right. Mei-chan does seem like she'd be pretty open minded to that... Ah, so if dirty
jokes, sexual differences, and normal life differences won't work... then all that’s left is... taste!
Rei: Taste?
Kazuki: Like with clothes and stuff. Some weird clothing that would make you feel like "I don't even want to be seen near this person!!"
Rei: Like a comedian?
Kazuki: That’s right! Since they wear flashy suits with gold thread and constantly make dad jokes.
Kyuutarou: No... I think if I did that...
*Fantasizing*
Kyuutarou: Defendant, Mei.
Mei: Y-yes? What is it?
Kyuutarou: I sentence you to thirty minutes of rest. Kyu! (TN: both rest and sentence are pronounced the same Kyuukei)
Mei: *laughing* Kyuutarou-san! You're so funny!!
*end fantasy*
Kyuutarou: I can just see it failing.
Rei: Why was she a defendant?
Kazuki: Rei, please stop asking him to explain the joke.
Rei: Huh?
Kazuki: Welp, I don't know. I'm completely stumped. I mean this is impossible. Since she's just going to accept anything no matter what we do. Because she's in love with you Kyuu-chan! So she's going to love everything you do! Ah! It's impossible! I'm throwing in the towel!
Rei: Kazuki
Kazuki: Huh? What is it, Rei?
Rei: Is love uncoditional?
Kazuki: Huh? What do you mean? Is that a philosophical question?
Kyuutarou: Maybe he means... What would happen if I had a rival?
Kazuki: Oh, I see! So you mean that if there were someone else who was more attractive than Kyuu-chan, then it would make him less attractive in comparison?
Rei: Yeah.
Kazuki: So a comparison! So... we need someone who’s way more beautiful than Kyuu-chan...
Rei: Yeah...
Kazuki: when it comes to someone... way more beautiful...
Rei: Hmmm...
Kazuki: It's impossible!
Rei: It's impossible.
Kazuki: No, looks aren't the only thing that makes someone attractive! Wealth! I don’t know how much money Kyuu-chan has saved up but if they were a lot more wealthy than him!
Rei: Like an oil baron?
Kazuki: That's right, Kyuu-chan! Call an oil baron. I'm sure if you got an oil baron then...!
Kyuutarou: I don’t have those kinds of connections!
Kazuki: Of course not! And can't come up with any good looking guys I know that would be able to overshadow Kyuu-chan! Ahh!
Kyuutarou: So you're both out of ideas too?
Kazuki: Mei-chan is too tough. But isn't giving up an option too?
Kyuutarou: Giving up?
Kazuki: Yeah... Yadorigi Is doing pretty well as a normal cafe, isn't it? And recently you've had to do a lot of dangerous work as a leader... so why don't you use this as an excuse to wash your hands of it?
Kyuutarou: Wash my hands of it?
Kazuki: It actually seems quite feasible doesn't it? Maybe Mei-chan showing up here was fate!
Kyuutarou: Hehe...
Kazuki: Huh, why are you laughing?
Kyuutarou: It's ridiculous to think that we can have a happy ending.
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Kazuki: A comedian and an oil baron... I thought we were on the right track but I guess not... Mei-chan must seriously be in love with Kyuu-chan.
Rei: Hey, Kazuki...
Kazuki: Hmm?
Rei: Is she really an ordinary person?
Kazuki: Woah, what are you saying? There's no way that Kyuu-chan wouldn't be able to see through an assassin, is there?
Rei: Even when he's that tired?
Kazuki: No, even then... Well... he did seem different than usual...
Rei: Yadorigi’s competitors have been making moves lately. What if that girl was one of their spies?
Kazuki: Ah! Kyuu-chan is the type to get rid of witnesses... That's why he won't pull a gun in front of normal people... and if our rivals know that about him!
Rei: He's in danger.
Kazuki: Let’s go, Rei!
Rei: Yeah.
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Kyuutarou: Well then, I’m done with work for the day.
*Mei-chan sighs*
Kyuutarou: I knew she'd be here. I can’t take my usual route home.
Kyuutarou: I'll go through the back parking lot.
Kyuutarou: Damn, I guess that didn't work. I can sense someone following me. No.... that's not all I sense.
Thug: You’re the owner of Yadorigi, Kyuutarou, right?
Kyuutarou: I've been ambushed?
Thug: Not going to say anything?
Kyuutarou: What do you want?
Thug: We're here to claim your territory!
*gun shots*
Kyuutarou: I must be completely surrounded.... I hear someone ahead of me too...
Mei: Kyuutarou-san!
Kyuutarou: There's a witness!
Kyuutarou: Mei-chan! Don’t come over here!
Mei-chan: But at this rate you're going to...!
Kyuutarou: I told you not to come over here!
Mei-chan: No! But I want to go with you, Kyuutarou-san!
Kyuutarou: So you won't listen to me?
Mei: Huh?
Kyuutarou: If you don't listen to me... I'll kill you.
Mei: .....NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Kyuutarou: *sighs* I should have just done that from the start.
Thug: Hey, Kyuutarou, are you done saying goodbye to your woman?
Kyuutarou: Yeah. I'll probably never see her again.
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Kyuutarou: Welcome!
Kazuki: Hey! Oh! Kyuu-chan. You seem well.
Rei: She’s not here, huh?
Kyuutarou: Yeah, it seems she finally got tired of me.
Kazuki: Huh? Even though she was so madly in love?
Rei: So she really wasn’t a spy?
Kazuki: So it seems.
Rei: What happened yesterday?
Kyuutarou: Nothing really.
Kazuki: No... it wasn't nothing. We came to Yadorigi last night because we were worried... and we passed Mei-chan running away screaming.
Rei: It was like she saw a ghost.
Kazuki: Kyuu-chan, you didn't torture her did you?
Kyuutarou: Of course not. I just politely asked her to leave.
Kazuki: Politely... asked her to leave?
Rei: I'm... kinda scared.
Kyuutarou: What’s so scary about me?
Kazuki: Huh?! Nothing!
Rei: Nothing.
Kyuutarou: Well then, I have a new job for you guys, will you take it?
Kazuki and Rei: Y-Yes!
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@lurkingshan Ok. So I haven't really been in QL land long enough to have watched a lot of under the radar ql stuff to be honest. The OJBL journey is the thing that really is helping me discover more stuff or when someone else recommends something.
Also before I start a couple of things. I don't really know if any of this is obscure or not to be fair. I guess these are things that I had to go look for because I'd never heard of them. But that's me.
Second thing. Outside tumblr I don't really know what's ql or not. The only distinction I really make is asian queer media or western. So, sorry for my ignorance in this. This is just some of the ones I watched not too long ago I guess.
Speaking of my ojbl journey. You already talked about No Touching at All recently. But I'll take this opportunity to plug another one that I really like and I wish more people watched was
Ai no Kotodama
The wonderful @twig-tea is my guide through this endeavour and when she told me about this one she also said that it was left out of a lot of rec lists at the time for a couple of reasons.
I'm gonna try to not spoil anything but I really don't understand. I loved the editing in this and how they used everything around the couple to mirror them and work for the love story. Everything serves a purpose here and it's all very deliberate. Sure it's a bit older (lol) and maybe some people are turned off by superficial factors but I really liked it and I loved the progression of these two idiots obviously in love.
Silhouette of Your Voice
I adored this one. Think Last Twilight but Japanese and they didn't screw up anything. One of them is losing his hearing and the other is just a sunshine that will work for his lunch. They are precious. And I think this one might qualify as bl.
A warning to anyone who might see this: If you have sensitive ears, do not watch this with headphones. Because at times the sound we hear is the sound Kohei hears and it's not pleasant.
Twilight's Kiss aka Suk Suk
I love when I get to watch love stories between older people. It's just a great reminder that there's life as long as you're living. And life doesn't end at 30, or 40, or 50 or whatever it is that you've been been told to believe. Also queer older people is even rarer so when I found this one I had to watch it.
I loved it so much. There's so many great moments, I love the tenderness of the mains, and the conversations around the gay retirement home and the music, I loved the music so much.
Another caveat (because obviously I have issues and need to explain myself a lot). I love my rose-tinted glasses but at heart, I live for the sad stories.
In Between Seasons
I cried so good during this one. It's a story about waiting and about using time to accept, and forgive and heal. It's about family and coming together. And it's beautiful. But it's no bl and it's sad, so fair warning.
That's all I got for now. If I remember more I'll share. I might need to start posting more about films I watch if for no other reason that I would have gifs to use on my own posts. 💜
#thanks so much for this ask#i took me a while to answer#but I made it#Rose's Day of Asks#has become#Rose's Day of Answers
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Aspiring slut anon again. I liked most of your advice but one thing is a sticking point that kind of upset me? The thing about I probably won’t come. Like men get to finish but I don’t? How is that fair? That’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve been put off by sex. Sure, sex feels good, whatever, but if it ends before I’ve gotten an orgasm, meanwhile my male partner got his, how am I supposed to be okay with that? That feels like letting someone use me as a fuck doll to get off. I know you said you’re not a slut like the way we’re talking about, and believe me I’d ask the more appropriate person if I knew who that is, I’m not trying to like center all of my insecurity on you. I just don’t understand how “you probably won’t come” is something I’m supposed to just accept when it’s representational of an unfair sexual dynamic.
If you truly do not believe that sex can be fun without that moment at the very end, then don't have sex. I have a lot of thoughts on this, but I'll try to keep it short.
The reality of the situation is that most afab people don't orgasm with a partner, at least 50% of the time. This can be because of stress, anxiety, a lack of stimulation, a lack of lubrication, feeling a lack of connection to their partner, or any combination of things. The orgasm gap is a real thing and you're right it isn't fair, but if you're thinking about sex only in terms of orgasm, then you're not going to enjoy the experience of it.
Most men, the men you should be aiming for when you're looking for folks to sleep with, want you to come. They will actively do their best to make sure it feels good for you, and they'll try to make sure you orgasm. That doesn't mean it will happen. If you really want to up your odds you have to get real comfortable with telling the person you're hooking up with what you want and what feels good, you're going to have to direct them. I don't want it to sound mean when I say, I assume you do not have the confidence to do that with someone you've just met if you are a virgin.
Not to be too TMI Bestie but I don't come every time I have sex with my partner and that man... whoo he is good at what he does... I still have fun, and I still enjoy the activity.
I'm going to say this as nicely as possible, but please remember that I am an older sibling(mean by birth) and also a random person on the internet(that you don't have to listen to): If you are not considering yourself an active participant in sex, or you are only concerned with your own pleasure, you do not sound mature enough to handle being a slut. You are not a "sex doll" being used by your partner to get off because you should be actively participating in sex. Sex is not a thing that is done to you, it is a thing that you do with someone.
"You might not come" is something you need to accept as part of sex because sex can be disappointing. It's not magical, it's messy and imperfect, and sometimes you don't come. That's it.
Fanfiction glorifies orgasm as this thing that always happens during sex, because fanfiction sex is wish fulfillment, everyone comes all the time and it's great! And maybe you will come your first time! It's a good thing to shoot for and hope for, it should impact your partner choice, and there's nothing wrong with going in wanting it to happen. But if it doesn't, what then? Will it still have felt good? Will you still have had fun, gotten some enjoyment from the experience?
Being "ok" with disappointment is part of being mature. Not everything is always going to be perfect and give you exactly what you want. Sex is just sex. You can have fun without a big finish.
#ghoul speaks#this feels like it got a little mean#but I'm not going to apologize for that#being ready for sex isn't just about wanting it#it's about being mature enough to handle everything around sex#including disappointment
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Ok based on your post, do you have an “oh. Oh.” rec list???? Absolutely love that trope (if it counts as a trope hahahah)
Hello anon! Gosh, I wish my memory was good enough to remember fics that actually include the italicized oh 🤌🏼 the best I can do is rec fics with feels epiphany/moment of realization, I hope that’s ok? I’m probably forgetting a bunch but these came to mind:
Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)
Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)
It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.
Closer by @pennygalleon (M, 5k)
All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.
the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (E, 7.5k)
It was nothing so elegant as fucking, the first time they came together. It was teeth just a little too sharp— against a collarbone, on the right-side curve of a jaw, drawing blood from the plushest part of a bottom lip.
Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)
Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...
Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)
Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.
Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k) - this one actually has the oh!!!
In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)
Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?
Friends? Is That What We Are? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 33k)
What the hell is Harry even supposed to do when he finally realises that he loves Draco? He's an idiot and it takes him a while but he gets there. They get there.
Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (E, 36k)
According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.
Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (T, 38k)
Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends.
Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)
Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.
We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)
Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.
Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose (T, 96k)
Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.
Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)
Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.
What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)
Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)
Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.
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Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!
Summary: Giyuu's plan worked, but it seems he didn't think about the consequences.
Lees: Sanemi Shinazugawa and Giyuu Tomioka
Lers: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka and Genya Shinazugawa
Sanemi: What are you- Gh!!
Genya: *huff* a-arigato *huff* Tomioka-san....
Tomioka: No problem, it's partly my fault for leaving you alone
Sanemi: Ok-! Ge-gehet off!
Tomioka: I said it was meddling... And that's what I'm doing, so maybe I'll do this for a while longer.
Sanemi: I-I sahahaid... GAH-?!
Try to hold your laugh all you want Sanemi, at some point you will break... And I think it's now
Sanemi: WAIT! GYAH! NOHOHOHO!! GEHEHET OFF!! YOU FUHUHUHUHCKING DOHOHORK!!
Tomioka: Genya was right, you can't help but laugh when I attack your hips. especially in the bones
Sanemi: I'M GONNA KIHIHILL YOU!!!
Tomioka: Sure, I'll be waiting.
Sanemi: IT'S ENOHOHOHUGH!!! SPAHAHARE MEHEHEHE!! I'M SOHOHORRY!!!
Tomioka: I know you do it to stop me, I will, when I consider that you have truly learned your lesson
Genya: Tomioka-san, stay away from my aniki!
Tomioka: Huh-?! Gahahaha! Gen-Genya... Wahahait!
It seems that our beloved Water Hashira has been 'betrayed' by little Genya
Tomioka: Wahahait to mihihinutee! Why?!
Sanemi: HA! TAKE THAT TOMIOKA!! IT'S TIME YOU SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE SHINAZUGAWA BROTHERS!!
Tomioka: Wait! Wait! Please... NOHOHOHO!!!
Now 20 fingers were sliding all over his ribcage, digging into his ribs and between them. I didn't know which was worse, if Genya's soft tickles or Sanemi's strong touches, oh of course and the teasing of both brothers
Sanemi: Hey hey Tomioka, what's wrong? Have we made a joke? go tell us
Tomioka: WAHAHAHA!! NO!! ST-STOP!! IT'S NOHOT FAIR!!!
Genya: I think it's ticklish, don't you Aniki?
Sanemi: I believe it and I verify it hehehe, come on Tomioka, admit that you like this and we'll leave you
Tomioka: WAHAHAIT!! NEVER!! IT'S NOT TRUE!!
Sanemi: Oh~ looks like I know you need~ we'll see if you can handle this G I Y U U...
Tomioka: NONONO!! DOHOHOHON'T DAHAHAHAHAHARE!!
What is Sanemi planning? And better question... How do you know that Tomioka won't put up with that? Have you done it before? Isn't that suspicious?
Sanemi: Cochie Cochie coo~
Genya: what?
Sanemi, teasing Tomioka with a childish tone? He hasn't even done it with his own brother, but with him? Hmm... Suspicious~
Tomioka: SAHAHAHANEMI!!! MEHEHEHERCY!! OHOH GOHOHODNEHEHEHESS!!! I BEHEHEHEG YOU!! GENYA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP HIHIM!!!
Genya: Aniki... That's enough.
Sanemi: Not until I accept it! Come on Giyuu~ admit it~ admit you're a ticklish baby~ admit you like this~ admit that and we'll leave you~
Tomioka: YOHOHOHOU- OKAHAHAY OKAY!! I LIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIS!! I SAHAHAID IT!!
Sanemi: Hmm... I don't know~
Tomioka: SANEMI!!
Genya: ANIKI, THAT'S ENOUGH
Sanemi: Fine fine, don't yell at me!
Well, he admitted it, it was what he wanted. Now we can find a laughing Tomioka, with a blush that reaches his ears, with teary eyes and his hair completely messy, rolled into a ball while panting
Genya: Aniki, are you okay? you are red
Sanemi: Huh?! AND WHAT DOES THAT AFFECT YOU?!
Genya: (Aniki... is he in love with the Water Hashira?)
#demon slayer tickle#demon slayer tickling#lee!sanemi#lee!giyuu#lee!tomioka#ler!genya#ler!sanemi#sanegiyuu#shinazugawa brothers
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A Fair Sight
Summary: Arthur Morgan aims to put his skills to good use.
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader
Word count: 1k
Tags: One shot. AU Modern setting. Fluff, fluff and more fluff.
A/N: I wrote this in September and I never posted it! I just found it!
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You can tell that this isn't Arthur Morgan's first rodeo. When it comes to doing some shooting, the man is a born prodigy. He might just be the best damn sharpshooter in the county, hell, even the whole state.
He oozes confidence in his every move as he expertly sets the riffle against his rough shoulder, preparing his aim. He's proud enough to show his conviction in the skill but not cocky enough to flaunt it.
The night's summer soft breeze dances with his hair, but it's not strong enough to rattle him. He's utterly devoted to fulfilling your request, getting ready to put his talent to good use for once.
When he's ready, all his ducks in a row, he slowly exhales and the shots come faster than you can blink.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
A slight pause.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
He gives a light chuckle as he lowers the rifle. The scene before him can only be described as a massacre.
There are no survivors. All the yellow mechanical ducks at the shooting gallery are down. A victory tune plays over the speakers and some yellow and red lights flash to its beat. A sign up front lights up: "WINNER".
He turns around to give you a smirk and you go in for a short kiss on the lips. "That's my hero!"
He eagerly kisses you back in thanks for your praise. Shooting isn't the only thing he's good at.
"So, which one do you want?" You both look at the selection of prizes the gallery has displayed all around, most of them plushies. Tigers, bears, puppies, dolls. A very strange-looking giraffe. Some attempted bunnies. A horse painted as a zebra.
"That one!" You point to the big brown teddy bear sitting on the highest shelf to the left.
"Ok, gimme that one then." Arthur gestures to the bored teenage attendant who hands it over to him. "Here you go, darlin'."
When you grab it you're surprised by how big it is, needing both arms to hold it steady, much like you need with Arthur.
"You know bears are attracted to honey?"
"Is that so?"
"Must be why he likes you." Arthur's corniness always makes you smile.
"He kinda looks like you."
"Oh, you think he's ugly? Want me to get ya another one?"
You never care for his self-deprecating humor. "Oh, don't be silly!" You hug the bear tightly. "I love him! Thank you!"
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
He starts to lean in for another kiss and you get ready to receive it. But you're interrupted by the glimpse of something moving below you.
A little girl is now tugging at Arthur's sleeve. "Hey, mister. You think you can get me one too?"
He instinctively crouches down to match her height. "Sure I can. What's your name?"
"Emily." She sways in her pink dress and smiles broadly with anticipation.
"That's a pretty name! Ok, Emily. Let me see what I can do." You audibly denote your delight as he meets your eyes. "I'll be right back."
Back at the front of the gallery, he pays the attendant for another round and assumes the shooting position again. It's over before it's even begun. The ducks are down and the lights twinkle again. "WINNER". You and Emily give a big cheer at the outcome.
Arthur gestures to the attendant for another brown teddy bear, a smaller one that Emily can carry. He kneels again and hands it to her with a beaming smile. "Here you go, Emily."
"Thank you so much! I love him!" She surprises Arthur with a sweet hug, which he gladly accepts. Her little arms barely reach around Arthur's shoulders. She breaks it up to make another request. "Can I get a kiss too?"
You immediately see his cheeks turn a rosy color before he looks up at you. "Oh, I don't know, Emily. I gotta ask my friend here first."
"Don't be ridiculous!" you snicker.
Arthur plants a gentle kiss on Emily's cheek, which makes her laugh wholeheartedly. She lets out a "Thanks, mister!" before she runs off to show her mother her new teddy bear.
"That was adorable!"
Arthur rises from his knees to meet your gaze. "Kinda interrupted us kissing. But I'll let it slide."
"Well, I won't!" You grab both of Arthur's shoulders with your hands and squish the teddy bear between you as you reach for his lips. You linger on the kiss for a moment before the large size of the plushy forces you apart and you have to hold it again.
"You should've picked the zebra," he complains.
"I don't pick them ugly," you retort.
"Neither do I."
He leans in for another kiss before he's interrupted once again.
"Hey, you think you can help me out here?"
His patience has run out. "You're outta your damn mind, Marston!"
You watch as John stands a few feet from you, the rifle of the shooting gallery in his hands. You see he only shot a few of the ducks, not enough to win a prize.
Arthur suddenly grabs your hand and leads you away from the gallery, but you look back in time to see Abigail raise her arms in disappointment. "Is there anything you can do right?"
John inspects the rifle closely. "Arthur must have broken this thing!"
It's not long before you leave the fair with the sweetest bear wrapped around your arm. And a plushy teddy bear to boot.
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A/N: I'm not sure if mechanical ducks are still a thing. Sorry if they aren't!
#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x you#arthur morgan fanfiction#goodmorgan#arthur morgan x female reader
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Firstly, can I say thank you for all your GO meta. I've spent much of my insomnia soaked night reading through your musings and the replies, and almost all of what I've read makes so much sense to me.
There is a question, honestly, but first..
I read GO when it first came out, and have probably been an avid Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman fan for longer than many fans have been alive. Loved the book, adored the first series, found myself completely floored by S2. The last 15 is probably. - no that's wrong, Definitely - the most beautiful, tragic, heart wrenching scene I've ever encountered. Realising what just broke you was played out by two middle aged, straight actors but all you've seen are two beings whose universe is each other and who are being ripped apart by what they are feeling. I don't have the words, I really don't. Sublime acting & writing.
My response surprised me, I couldn't let it go and I worried at it like a (small, red eyed) dog with a bone. Then I found Tumblr and realised I was far from alone. I've read all the theories and a fair bit of fan fiction (re Michael Sheen, "I love that the fans write their own stories, even if most of them involve David & I having sex"). Some of the POV resonate some don't. Yours do much more than most.
After all that, mine isn't a huge question, it's just a niggle I have. Maggie. Something doesn't feel right there and I wondered if she had set anything off on your radar? Given that NOTHING is accidental in a Gaiman story..
Maggie can't spell and it was highlighted. UGRENCY. (T.O.S.T.E, and Angle anyone) Maggie doesn't eat, though she loves a skinny latte, and doesn't drink alcohol. Claims the record shop is failing, but sends a pub in Edinburgh music for their jukebox? She was never a teenager, and whilst claiming to be tired of being scared is completely fearless. Won't leave Az on his own, is unfazed by demons and doesn't question what Cr & Az are, unlike Nina.
I'm not sure where I'm going with it, but something is off and I wondered if you had any thoughts?
Ok, enough, I'll stop rambling and step out of your questions now. Thank you for bearing with me if you made it this far.
First I just want to acknowledge and validate your adoration for Good Omens! This fandom exists For Reasons! Cheers, and thank you for your ask.
I've seen other folks wondering what you're wondering about Maggie; you're definitely not alone. For the little it's worth, I don't actually think she's ethereal or occult. I think she's a human being with some quirks. (I also can't agree with "doesn't eat" -- we don't see her eat, and she doesn't accept Aziraphale's offer of an Eccles cake, but the former is likely happenstance and the latter, well, I wouldn't accept an Eccles cake either if I had just taken such a giant monetary gift from someone. It's just too much; I'd feel that I was taking advantage and not being properly grateful.)
I actually don't drink alcohol, and I assure you I'm fully 100% no-question-about-it human. (Though there are those who would say I'm more than slightly demonic.) I had an alcoholic parent, which shaped my young life in some not-amazing ways, and I never understood how they got to be that way, so I decided to stay safe and just... not try drinking.
When I got older and more confident in my ability to steer clear of alcoholism, I tried a bit of wine and a bit of brandy and a bit of other thises and thats and discovered that I plain old didn't like them! So I drink non-alcoholic cocktails (I love this fashion! N/A cocktails can be creative and tasty!) and locally-made sodas and if that makes me weird, okay, I'm weird. It doesn't make me an angel. Doesn't even make me a "better" (whatever that is) person -- it's morally neutral. It just is.
(I'm not a skinny-latte person, though, in case you were wondering whether I'm Maggie. Chai is my coffeeshop preference.)
A thematic reason I think Maggie is human has to do with an extension of the Good Omens axiom that Heaven and Hell are just names for sides. Demons, angels, a vulnerability or a trick more or less and other than that they're basically the same. I want to believe that in the GOverse, that's true of humans too -- we have more in common with angels and demons than anyone cares to admit, despite the difference in lifespan and our superior inventiveness. Possibly including quirkiness!
I want this to be true because it means Crowley and Aziraphale needn't be lonely together on Earth even if Heaven and Hell do finally chuck them out for good. I want this to be true because it adds some intriguing resonance to a Second Coming of Jesus story. I want it to be true because I want Good Omens to keep saying go-be-properly-good to humanity.
I could be wrong, of course. I've had several of my headcanons contradicted by Word of Gaiman already, barely a month after s2 came out. I'm sure more will go the way of the dodo, and there are a few things I've said that I don't actually believe any more myself.
But I want Maggie to be human because I like her. I like her shy awkward approach to Nina. I like her willingness to explain How To Human When You're Crying to Aziraphale without shaming him for not knowing. I like her loyalty to her benefactor, which she doesn't trumpet but which is brave as all get-out when the demons show up. I like her flipping the bird at the demons, creatively defending the bookshop, standing up to Shax, giving Nina space to work things out.
Sometimes we humans are okay, you know?
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tbh i think the answer to why belos is REALLY dead this time is like. he was surviving off of hosts for all that time in the human realm and then again when he got back to the demon realm the first thing he did was try to find a host/ vessel. his body's too degraded for him to survive without one now. maybe he could've lived if he had chosen to possess luz, but he was trying to make one last-ditch effort to sway her to his side. the boiling rain would've only worsened the way his body was collapsing so he just. ran out of time.
Here's the thing about that answer, is normally i could totally buy this answer to an extent, but the show managed to not make this detail consistent either.
So they have him build up strength supposably in TTT, and i guess somehow feeding off hunter and other creatures has given him enough strength to at least get his monster form back, ok, i'll accept that.
then he starts falling apart in FTF, and he needs to claim a dead grimwalker to build himself back up again, ok, fair enough, and raine i guess contributes as well.
but then, this entirely falls apart when we get to WAD
belos, despite being weak and falling apart the second he leaves raine's body, now has the speed of a god that raine struggles to actually catch up with him in the castle.
you'd think after spending enough time in raine's body he would once again retain his beast form, like he did with hunter, but no...he comes out far more wounded somehow despite the fact he had just used raine to help retain his body
like when he took over hunter, it was from a drop, and then he comes out a full formed monster, so why with raine does he not do the same? and how is he moving like that when he's even worse off then he was when he arrived?
And then after consuming energy from the titan's heart, something you would assume would given him enough power to once again have a full body, he comes out with one......and enough strength to somehow turn into young philip....and yet he's also equally so weak that he can be easily stomped to death with some burns. So animals and dead grimwalkers can give him his body back, and so can leeching a little off of hunter.....but not a giant titan heart?
The whole point of philip doing a lot of this is because he wanted his original body, he wanted his human form back, if he could do this the whole time....why didn't he? for any reason?
I could totally buy the reason of him running out of things to help him keep his body, if it were not for the fact the show is not consistent on how powerful the guy is supposed to be during a lot of these scenes.
Philip consuming things makes him powerful again......except when it doesn't.
Philip's falling apart and barely able to do something as simple as lash out without his arm falling off, except when he isn't.
The show wanted to have this scene with philip and luz but it's whole existence gets kinda distracting when i am wondering how the guy who just got a body back is getting easily killed off when that's supposed to be him at his full power, not to mention this power of his not really being properly established before. (The possession thing wasn't either before TTT but yeah)
outside of one scene of him in KT transforming just his head, and that's at least fine since it's just his head, he's not strong enough to have the full body not to mention its his normal face, not a way younger version of his face.
don't get me wrong, there are implications of scenes in other episodes that he maintains control over the curse, and therefore transformations.
but there are also just as many scenes that don't, like collector stating belos was struggling to maintain his human shape in KT and belos showcasing he was, not to mention EAE where his curse flairs up and it's clearly not an act for someone because he's alone.
there are implications the curse does have some control over him that he manages.
If he came out of the titan as a weak puddle, that would be one thing, but he came out with enough strength to do something collector directly said he didn't have enough strength to do back in KT anymore.
And he was supposed to be stronger there then here.
but here, some rain and stomps later, that's it i guess.
this whole situation was just totally avoidable too if they just killed him off a different way or just had a proper grasp on his powers and curse, because the more you try and figure out his curse, the more unclear it is.
Eda's owl curse makes sense, i am provided the info for it to be made clear how it works the way it does, belos's curse has none of that so there's a lot about it that makes no sense or is not explained.
in a lot of cases i can totally look past stuff like this, but i shouldn't be confused how the villain died, and his curse is supposed to contribute directly to his death.
Like suspension of disbelief, i can forgive some things, but there's too many weird issues here.
if the show wanted the idea for belos to just...fall apart because he had no strength, just do that, but by adding the tricking luz scene and the raine and the stomping....it looks more like they all just easily took out the guy at his full strength and takes me out of the moment entirely.
trust me, i desperately want a clear explanation here, but the show doesn't provide one, or at least not a completely consistent one.
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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader
A/N: Ok hopefully by part 7 I'll be starting on the first episode of stranger things S 4. So if you're still with me I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: 18+ angst, language, smoking. Not proof read and no word count.
Summary: There's no going back now. You struggled to accept the outcome.
Part 4: Unfathomable
Friday had came and you hadn't spoke or even looked in Eddies direction. It hurt too much to see him. It got to the point where you would spend your lunch in the lavatory. Just to avoid the guys.
Sure you knew sooner or later you were going to have to answer to your friends about your absence the past few days. However, you weren't ready to face them. Or Eddie.
He had said some things that hurt more than anything. To be fair, you did too. Still, you never thought the way you were made it hard to be your friend. And the fact that you care about him was off putting.
You cared not only because you were in love with him, but he truly did deserve someone better than Sara.
-
After lunch that day, you exited the bathroom. You looked left then right. Praying to not see the beautiful guy with the big brown eyes and bouncing curls.
You sighed in relief when you didn't see his denim clad self. You quickly took off to the library. Purposefully not sitting in your normal spot. Just in case if your devilishly good looking best friend decided to look for you there.
He had called once since the argument. But you had your dad make up something so you didn't have to talk.
You searched for a spot behind the shelves. Finding a small nook. It's where they kept all the old records and out dated text books. You sat down and pulled out your notepad. You've really been struggling to write something lately. Of course you did. Your life was crashing down and you were losing yourself and your friend. Hopefully this new wave of information could inspire you.
'There's no turning back now.
Hurtful words echo in my mind.
Fears all but abandoned.
You say one thing, and do the opposite.
Forever drowning in lies.
You made a fool of me, and now I'll make a fool out of you.
There's no turning back now. No'
All of a sudden you heard Dustin, Lucas and Mike.
" Shit she's not here man." Dustin said in a low voice.
Lucas shushed him.
" We have to find her. We have to ask her what's going on." Mike insisted.
" I don't know where else she can be." Dustin lisped.
You crouched down a bit as they passed by.
Lucas's voice trailed off into the distance. "Crap! Tonight was gonna be so good too."
He must have called of the campaign tonight.
You were more than relieved. Not entirely sure if you were gonna go tonight. But Eddie canceling instead of finding a sub was off. He managed to find one when you were sick. So why cancel it now?
You knew you guys had to talk. But you weren't sure that you were completely calm enough yet. The lingering feelings of hurt, and anger were swirling around in your head.
Where should you start? How do you talk to him? Would he even be up for mending the relationship?
-
When you left him in the woods that Monday, Eddie didn't know what to do. You guys had never fought like that before. He said and did things that he completely regretted now. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.
He should've told Sara off and he should've punched Jason's lights out. But, all he really could focus on in that moment was you.
Then things got out of hand.
He never meant to lie or hurt you. But the truth was he did. And now he didn't know what to do.
There were thoughts that lingered in his mind all week. What he didn't understand was why you got so upset and talked about him having sex with Sara. Why were things getting so confrontational? Also, now that you weren't around, why did it feel like a piece of him was missing?
...
It was around 9 pm when you found yourself sitting in your dad's car. Trying to find the courage to get off and knock on the Munson's trailer door.
It had been too cold and there was too much snow to ride your bike. So your dad had you drop him off at work.
You could hear the music blasting from the trailer. And by the song that was playing you knew Eddie was upset.
Careless Whisper huh?
You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. You knocked but no answer. You knocked harder but to no avail.
You were just about to give up when the music stopped just a few seconds before the door swung open. The smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne hit your nose.
Those brown eyes you loved so much, looked so tired. Dark circles and bags that matched yours.
He licked his lips before backing away from the door. Making room for you to come in.
You walked passed and took off your scarf and beanie. Placing it on the couch along with your knee length jacket. Exposing your green sleeved Hellfire shirt. In hopes that he would take it as a peace offering.
Eddie closed the door and looked at you for a second. He smiled to himself and went to his room.
The strum of his baby filled the hallway. You took another deep breath and went to stand doorway.
You looked around his room. Clothes thrown about, ash tray full of cigarettes butts. Half empty bottles of beer sitting on his dresser.
Eddie you slob.
Usually, you would pick up for him a little and do a load of laundry on Saturdays. But it's been a while since you've done that.
You took off your shoes and sat on his stained bedsheets. Wondering how many girls he brought back here.
Eddie kept on tuning his guitar without saying anything. He wanted to, but seeing you put a mental block on his mouth. You looked so sad and tired. He knew exactly how you felt. But as bad as he felt, seeing you felt like he could breathe again. Like the sun finally beamed through the clouds.
You broke the silence first. "How did we get here Munson? "
He got up and as he would call it. Putting the baby for a nap. You watched him hang the guitar on the mantle. When he came back he sat closer. Lighting a cigarette in the process.
" Cuz we're idiots." He teased while sticking his tongue at you.
You smiled as you thought that this adorable guy was the real Eddie. The funny dork. Not the so serious guy you've been seeing lately. Your Eddie.
You rested your head on his shoulder and took the cigarette from him. Fingers touching for a moment. It sent vibrations through your whole body.
You took a puff and handed it back. "I don't want to fight anymore."
He nodded and put his head on yours. " I'm sorry I lied pretty girl...I didn't know how to tell you the truth without hurting you more than I already had. And I'm sorry for saying that stupid shit."
He then placed a kiss on the crown of your head.
You closed your eyes and leaned further into him." I'm really sorry too. But....Why would you do that Munson?" You lifted your head to look at his face. His eyes riddled with confusion. " Why would you let yourself like someone like her? Is she worth lying to your best friends? Or losing me?"
He shook his head. " It's not that I want to lose anyone. I uhh guess the heart wants what it wants."
A few seconds passed before you said anything. "Are... do you love her?"
A question you thought you wouldn't have to ask. But it was necessary. You dreaded the answer, but knew that your heart needed to hear it. You need to know if he did. So that your heart could finally break and you could have time to mend it and move on. To finally stop feeling this way about him and just be there for him as a friend.
"I-" He sighed and looked away. " I don't know...She's fun and all and she gives a really good hand-"
You immediately cut him off. "Alright. That's too much information."
He chuckled a little then got serious again. " But I can't keep seeing her if she keeps treating you that way."
You cleared your throat. " I ...I don't want you to keep seeing her either Munson."
The words brought Eddie's full attention to you. To him, that sounded a lot like jealousy. Which was weird. But for some reason he was flattered.
You looked away and started playing with the hem of your shirt. " I- I don't want you to see her if she keeps calling you a freak. I can't take that anymore. You are not a freak. Stubborn? Yes. Loud and dramatic? Definitely. But a freak? Never."
Oh. He thought. Why all of a sudden he was let down a little by that? He didn't know.
You felt the atmosphere change in the room. It felt like someone punched you in the nose.
Eddie felt it too. Something changed then. But you nor he could put your fingers on it.
" I don't like her." You confessed. "I never have. And though it pisses me off to the core. I support whatever you do. I got your back. No matter what."
Eddie put his arm around your shoulders bring you in for a side hug. " Thanks pretty girl."
You smiled a little and hugged him back. "But I have two conditions for my loyalty."
He looked at you waiting for it. Half expecting you to ask for his first born.
You looked at him. " No more lying ok? This friendship won't work when I can't trust my best friend."
He nodded. "Promise promise...and the second?"
You gave him a thin lip smile. " Please for the love of god, take a shower."
He grinned, put out the cigarette. Then he grabbed your head and shoved his pits in your nose.
You tried your best to push him away. But this guy was way too strong. He ended up straddling you and pining your arms above your head.
Both of you laughing like crazy.
The happiness you felt between you two was heavenly. Almost as if you guys never fought.
The laughter faded and you looked up at him. Eyes moving back and forth between his.
I love you...so much.
You didn't want this moment to end. It finally felt like things were actually going to be alright. But just as quickly as it started, it had to end.
" I gotta go." You said just above a whisper.
He furrowed his brow. " Not gonna stay?"
He let you up. Following you to the living room.
"No bud. I gotta pick up my dad. Call me later though?"
He agreed and you hugged it out before put your things back on. Right before you left the trailer you turned around one last time to look at him.
" Hey, you know that I love you right?"
Eddie tilted his head to the side and smiled that breath taking smile. " I love you too, pretty girl."
You smiled back. Knowing that he did. But not the way you wanted. But that was enough for you. It had to be. You rather have him by your side as a friend than nothing at all.
" Better." You teased. "But no seriously take a shower. Just because I haven't been around, doesn't mean you can skip bath time."
He pouted. " Hey I was working on the van all afternoon. I get sweaty okay."
You looked away and smiled. " See ya later bud."
" See ya."
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Eddie couldn't help but feel like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders. The conversation ended up better than he could imagine.
He felt good. Happy now that you were talking to him again. He was almost giddy at the fact. He even took a shower with the biggest smile.
Though he worried about what was gonna happen next, at least he knew you would be there for him. And he couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
...
It was Christmas Eve and you were at the Munson's. It was just like old times.
You helping Eddie decorate the tiny tree next to the TV. Tiny silver and gold shiny ornaments reflecting the little white lights.
Wayne drinking a beer and watching Miracle on 34th Street', telling you two to shush because you were laughing so much.
When it came time to open presents you were so excited to see Wayne's expression when he opened his gift first.
He opened his tiny box and his eyes widen. You have never seen Wayne smile like that before.
He held up the football card you had gotten for him. It was of the Indianapolis Colts quarterback number 19 John Unitas. He was Wayne's favorite player in the 50s' thru the 70s'.
He gave you a big hug and thanked you for it. You smiled proudly and were so happy he loved it.
Wayne then handed you a big box. You pulled at the pretty green bow and opened the lid. He had gotten you a huge amount notepads and pencils. And 3 different colored sharpeners. You had enough to last you for the next 5 years.
Tears filled your eyes as you looked up and found Wayne grinning away. " Thank you Mr Munson."
After another big hug, Wayne got up to grab another beer.
Eddie had gotten up from the couch to sit next to you. While smiling, you gave him his gift.
He then pulled out a necklace out of the little black velvet bag. It had a red and black pic hanging from it. He smiled eyeing it as the pic spun.
" You always lose them. I thought that, if you had one around your neck, you won't forget it."
He looked at you like it was the best thing he had ever gotten. He gave you a smirk and nudged you. " Thanks pretty. I'll wear it all the time."
You beamed at him and handed him another gift. But before he opened it, he pulled a cassette with a little green bow out of his back pocket. Handing it to you.
" Sandinista! Munson? Where did you find this?"
He grinned. " Had to go to a couple of towns over to find it."
You laughed in surprise. You'd been wanting this tape when it was released. But you could never find it in the record store.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. " Thank you. I love it!"
Eddie couldn't help but smile and hug you back. And when the hug lasted a lot longer than normal ones, he didn't want to let you go. Something about the way it made him feel was wonderful.
Out of nowhere there was a flash. You both looked up and Wayne had a Polaroid camera. You and Eddie looked back at each other and laughed. Then another flash.
After that picture, you let him go and stood up. Taking the camera. " I want one of you two. Stand up bud."
Eddie then posed with his uncle while you took pictures. Along with a few of all three of you.
Once leftovers from supper were put away, Eddie said it was getting late. He wanted to get you home before the roads got bad.
You gave Wayne a hug and a peck on the cheek thanking him for your presents.
" Merry Christmas Mr Munson."
He grinned. " Merry Christmas sweatheart"
You waved him goodbye as you and Eddie went to the van. The snow was really coming down now. When you first came, it was barely flurrying.
" Munson, I don't think we should drive in this."
" It won't be bad." He said brushing off van. He then smack his hand on the side. " She can handle it."
You were worried but you trusted him. You hoped. You two sat for a few minutes to let the van heat up.
Through chattering teeth you spoke. "C-crap Munson! You didn't get the h-heater fixed?"
" Yeah...I forgot. I'm sorry. There's a couple of blankets in the back."
You made a sour face. " Eww! I know what you use those for. I'm good."
Eddie blew into his cupped hands. " I've washed them since the last time."
You side eyed him but honestly, you were too cold to really care right now.
He jumped into the back and grabbed a blanket for you and himself. Both wrapping yourselves up. Him a little less so that he could still drive.
"Oh yeah, I forgot." He said, leaning over and opened the glove box. He then pulled out a stuffed penguin with a bow tie and big brown eyes. " I picked this up for you."
You grabbed it and admired it. Remembering the conversation you had back in April.
You had told Eddie how you saw the cutest penguin at the gas station earlier that day. You told him how the eyes reminded you of his.
Eddie then flicked the bow tie.
You smiled at it. " What? Bow ties are cool Munson."
You brought it to your chest and looked at him. " Thank you."
You could have cried out of happiness that he got it for you and kept all this time. It was one of the nicest things he has ever done.
Eddie had finally had enough of the damn cold and thought the van was warmed up enough. He put it in drive and took off. He lowered the volume of the radio so that he could concentrate on not killing the both of you.
The swerving was so bad that you swore this was the last time you were ever going to let him drive.
All of a sudden, you guys hit a patch of black ice. You shut your eyes because you didn't want to see how you were going to die.
The van fish tail it and spun around. Skidding to a stop in the gutter.
You opened your eyes. You looked over at Eddie and was gripping the steering wheel breathing just as hard as you. His knuckles were white and his other hand was across your chest. Holding you back in your seat.
A minute passed and you were finally calm enough to say something. " Where did you get your license from? From the back of a cereal box?"
He scoffed. "A cracker jack box actually."
You both laughed a little.
After, you grabbed his arm and squeezed it gently. Silently thanking him for protecting you.
Eddie nodded and drew back his hand. " I'm gonna see the damage."
Before he could go, you grabbed his hand. " Wait!"
You turned on the light and started checking him over. Making sure he wasn't hurt.
And for the first time in his life, he felt love. Real love. Love that he only saw in romantic comedies. That of course you would make him watch. It was so pure and amazing that he was sincerely memorized by it. It was in that moment he knew he had someone other than his uncle who truly loved him.
When you met his gaze, you pushed back his bangs to check his head. You took a calming breath seeing that he was unharmed.
Then you pulled him into a hug.
A few seconds passed as you held each other.
" Ehem. I'll be right back."
You nodded and let him go.
The cold air rushed in and filled the entire van as he stepped out. You wrapped yourself as tightly as possible. You were shivering uncontrollably.
When he got back in, snow covered the top of his head. He shook off all he could before climbing in. Shivering too.
He let out an exasperated sigh. " You want the good news first or the bad news?"
You quivered. " Bad news Munson, always bad news first."
He wrapped himself up. " We're stuck."
" Ok?"
He leaned back in the seat. " Good news is, you're stuck here with me."
You rolled your eyes. " Munson we need to get out of here. We' re gonna freeze to death."
He shook his head lightly. " It's Christmas Eve. The plows won't be out this far until later."
You groaned. " Well we can't go out there. It's too cold to walk."
He shrugged. " We're just gonna have to stay until the sun comes up or the plows come through."
You worried but agreed.
Then he suggested that you guys go to the back of the van and huddle together. Wrapping yourselves in anything you could find.
You guys did and Eddie being smaller than you, you hugged him. Rubbing his arms and back.
" You know I learned this survival thing..." He started to say.
" Nope!" You immediately replied. You knew exactly what he was gonna say.
" C'mon y/n. It's probably like negative 15 right now. We could warm up so fast."
You stopped rubbing his arm and leaned back a little. " Stop trying to get me out of my clothes Munson."
" What?! I'm not trying to be a perv. I don't want us to die of hypothermia."
You guys were quiet for a few more minutes.
Crap!
" Fine. But I'm not taking off my underwear."
He tried to convince you that it would be better if you did, but he finally stopped arguing when you wouldn't budge.
You moved away from each other so that you guys could get undressed.
Eddie of course had his shirt off so fast that all you could do was stare.
"What? I have something on me?" He said looking around to his back. Flexing his arm muscles.
You felt your heart begin to race.
God you're so sexy.
You nervously shook your head and looked away. "No you...Just got your clothes off so fast."
He shrugged. " Plenty of practice I guess."
"Gross." You said under your breath while taking off your jacket.
You put your fingers on the hem of your thermal and felt his eyes on you.
" Avert your eyes Munson."
" Shit sorry."
He turned around to give you some privacy. But he fucked up and looked back.
You were taking your shirt off, revealing a dark red bra. Just a simple bra. But you looked good in it. Your boobs were so big and looked so cream. He could just-
He looked away. "Stop looking at her! She's your friend." He said to himself.
But he couldn't help himself. He looked again. This time you were taking off your jeans. Revealing to him your matching underwear.
He looked away again and cursed at himself. Your body was beautiful. He never saw you like this. Have you always been this attractive?
He looked down at his junk and adjusted himself. Trying everything to get his chubby that suddenly popped up to go away.
You cleared your throat and covered your tummy with a blanket. "Alright... I'm ready."
You and he laid down facing each other. You moved into his arms. He scooted closer and you covered his back. Then you brought your hands and your penguin to your chest to cover your cleavage.
Eddie put one arm under your head and with the other hand he threw another blanket over both of you.
Finally, settling into one another. You were staring at his necklace. The warmth of his skin felt amazing. So amazing that you moved closer and hummed.
So warm.
He adjusting himself to you. With his heart pounding into his ears. Why does this feel so good? He thought.
You lifted your hand up to move his hair behind his shoulder. It was tickling your nose.
Slowly your fingers ghosted over his neck down his collar bone. Then back to your chest.
When you did that, he got goosebumps. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep touching him.
Your breathing quickened. You hoped that Eddie would just assume that you were really cold.
He tried to distract his intruding thoughts. Doing his best to convince himself that it was because you guys were practically naked and close. " You uhhh you warming up?"
You nodded. "Yes. You?"
" Oh yeah. Much better now."
You closed your eyes trying to calm down. But as you tried he started to trace up and down your arm. He sent shivers down your spine. Making your core tremble.
What"re you doing to me?
You opened your eyes and looked up.
He was staring at you.
" Y-you ok Munson?"
You looked back and forth from his lips to his eyes. His brown eyes seemed black.
You couldn't read his expression. But it felt like he was going to do something.
He stopped rubbing your arm and hugged you pulling you so that your body was flush with his. In doing this your bare legs wrapped around each other.
You could have died. He smelled so good. And his arms around you were so inviting. You could have stayed like that forever.
You closed your eyes the closer your faces got. You thought he was gonna kiss you. You pleaded to the universe for it. To make this be the moment that he finally understood how in love you were with him.
But he put his forehead on yours instead.
He gulped. " I'm still gonna see Sara."
The words gave you this feeling you never felt before. Your heart felt like it was falling. Sinking almost. But on repeat.
It finally happened. Eddie had officially broke your heart.
Eyes filled with tears and your throat started to hurt. All you could do was nod. You promised him you would support him no matter what. You just thought that maybe he would choose you.
A few seconds later you turned around and silently cried until you fell asleep.
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When you turned around, he knew he hurt you. Again. He never wanted to, but he needed to see how this thing was gonna go with Sara. She was a girl who wanted him. So why not?
It wasn't like someone like you would want him like that.
That would be something. He figured. Being with a girl like you...maybe even you.
He shook the ridiculous thought away and heard you sniffle. He pulled you into him and silently apologized for his decision.
Maybe it was the wrong one. But he needed to figure it out for himself.
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In the morning you guys were able to get plowed out.
The drive was quiet and longer than ever. You wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.
And when you got home you gave him a halfhearted hug and told him that you would call him later.
Though you had no plans on talking to him for a while.
You need some distance now.
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He watched you walk into the house. Last night was so strange. The whole half naked thing. Him thinking how good you looked. Also, how he hurt more than your feelings.
Even his thoughts of wanting you was a lot.
With all of that, he still had the balls to tell you he was gonna see Sara. To be fair, he was going to make sure Sara treated you with respect. And the relationship was going to change. But he was confused. Confused about Sara. And confused about what he was feeling for you.
Maybe if he talked to his uncle, he could get some clarity.
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You were organizing movies at work when Robin asked if you had any plans for new years. You figured that Eddie would be with Sara so you didn't have anything to do.
The past few days you kept your distance from him. You knew if you saw him, it would challenge your sanity. Lately it felt like you were skating on thin ice. Any moment you could either break down crying or completely check out.
You needed a distraction. Anything would do.
Robin invited you to go to a New Year Eve's party with her and Steve. Normally, you wouldn't go to those type of functions. But you felt the free booze would make you feel better. Besides, it wasn't some highschool party. No one would know you there. No chances of running into him there. So you agreed.
...
Steve and Robin picked you up. You guys talked and laughed during the 20 minute drive.
You had so much fun soon after you guys got there. You played beer pong and drank. The conversations you had with Steve and Robin were hilarious.
About an hour and a half in you went to get some water. Finally thinking you had enough to drink. Steve came and leaned on the counter next to you, looking at Robin talking to a girl that she was in band with.
"Having fun L/n?"
You leaned next to him. " Actually I am...I really needed something to get me out of my head."
" Having boy troubles?" He asked.
You shrugged and looked at your cup of water. " None that I want to talk about right now."
Steve nodded his head. " Got it."
You didn't want to ruin the mood. But you need to know if someone else felt how you felt. Maybe hear that person tell you it wouldn't hurt forever.
You looked at Steve. " Do you know what it feels like to watch the person you love be with someone else?
He was looking at the punch bowl and was quiet for a few moments. "Yeah." He finally said. " I do."
You furrowed your brow. " Does...does it get better?"
He looked at you and gave you a small smile. " I'll let you know."
You slightly nodded and hung your head. Wondering what Eddie was doing.
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It was almost midnight and the count down begun.
3 2 1
Everyone cheered. People kissed.
You and Steve looked at one other and shrugged. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. You both smiled at each other and joined the cheering.
It was a nice innocent kiss. But deep down, it felt wrong. It felt like your lips belonged to someone else. That someone who you were trying to avoid.
...
You guys were about to head out. Robin was incredibly drunk. You and Steve had to lay her in the back seat as you rode shot gun.
Not long after, Steve pulled up to your driveway. You saw Eddie's van parked there.
Fuck!
You said your goodbye's. Thanking Steve for the fun night.
You got off and started up the driveway. Eddie was sitting in the back smoking.
You sat next to him and wished him a happy new year.
But when he didn't respond, you nearly smacked him for being rude. But before you could say anything, he pointed at the spot where Steve just was.
" When did that happen?" He asked.
You raised a brow. That sounds weird.
You cocked your head. " It didn't. I would have told you if something was going on."
He huffed. " Well that's good. That guy will get with anything with a heart beat."
You narrowed your eyes at him. " Glad to know you think so highly of me, Munson."
Shit! Not what I meant. He thought.
When he didn't respond you rolled your eyes and started for the house.
Eddie cursed at himself and followed you.
Your dad was passed out on the couch.
You went to turn off the TV and covered him with a blanket before going to your room. With Eddie still on your tail.
He closed the door behind him and went to turn on the record player.
" I thought you were gonna hang out with Sara tonight?" You said while taking off your shoes and jacket.
" I was but I wanted to see how my girl's doing. I uhh missed ya."
You shook your head. Not only because he called you his girl but also to the song Keep on loving you that was playing.
Guessing that was where you left off last time you were listening. You turned to look at him.
He looked like he was in this weird trance. "Munson? You ok there bud?"
You took a step closer to him when he didn't answer.
" Hey what's wrong?" You asked again. Finally getting an arms length away.
You watched him licked his lips and met your eyes.
You turned your head a little. " Munson? You're freaking me out."
Eddie shook his head and took a half step closer. There was something he had come there to do. But he didn't know if he had the strength to do it.
Even after seeing you with Harrington. He wasn't too proud to admit that he was jealous. You deserved better than Steve 'the hair' Harrington.
But then he thought Steve would probably never hurt you like he had. That maybe Steve wouldn't put you in a position that he had to.
Overwhelmed by his mind, he finally looked at you. You looked incredible. He then grabbed you and kissed you.
The initial feeling was shock. And for a split second you gave into it. For a moment you kissed him back.
But then you realize that it was wrong and the anger filled you.
You shoved him as hard as you could. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"
Your lips trembled and your hands were shaking. You saw this confused look on his face.
" I'm-I'm" he stuttered. " I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He put his hand over his mouth and let his head fall back.
You didn't say anything. You just stared at your best friend. With tears filling your eyes. Why did he do that?
He didn't say anything either. He took one last look at you then turned around and left.
He quietly went down the stairs shaking his head.
Why the hell did you do that you idiot?
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Do you believe it's morally right for us, strangers to and fans of celebrities, to discuss their private lives? Is it fair game for us to do so since they're putting themselves in the public eye. Is it simply a matter of a line that shouldn't be crossed. Harmless talk about who they're dating being ok vs. their medical history not. Think Kate Middleton who had to make a video about her cancer diagnosis, probably before she was ready to, simply to quell conspiracy theories and maybe to get ahead of the medical breach that would leak her diagnosis. Where does talking about a celebrities sexuality and their sex lives land on that line of what's acceptable to talk about and what's not?
This is what I meant when I said that I'm understanding all my anons through the lens of anxiety at the moment.
Because the first sentence has been rolling around in my head ever since I read it - 'is it morally right to discuss celebrities private lives'. I think that framing - suggesting as it does the options that either something is righteous or people should not engage in it - reveals a huge amount of what is a problem in fan behaviour.
One of the impacts of this black and white thinking is shown in the next sentence. If someone's starting point is that everything that they do must be right - then if someone doesn't like what they do - they need to be proven wrong. The idea that some kind of action of celebrities could make everything we do 'morally right' - allows for the complete erasure of any discussion of harm or consent.
To suggest that some topics of discussion could be harmless is absurd to me - we have no idea about people's lives - we have no idea about the impact that our words might have.
I think a lot of the problem comes from starting in the wrong place - if you start thinking your actions must be righteous - you will very quickly have to insist that other people are wrong and minimise harm.
Instead I'd suggest a different model - where very few things are absolutely morally right or morally wrong. Rather than getting into a more full discussion of what this would mean in all circumstances - I'll focus on what it means for discussion of other people's lives - particularly celebrities.
To me the key thing is acknowledging that discussing other people's lives, even to a relatively small audience, could do harm (to the person you are talking about or to other people). And only proceeding if you accept the risk of that harm. My suggestion is that the ethical way of proceeding is not to insist that you are perfect and could not possibly harm anyone - but to acknowledge and accept that there is risks to what you do and (if appropriate) think about how you might minimise those risks (most obviously by limiting the audiences you talk to).
There's lots of other things I could say about this - but I just want to make a couple more points. I think the Kate Middleton case is an important example - this speculation is far more likely to do harm if it's right than if it's wrong. If nothing had been going on and she had just been recovering from surgery and having a break - the impact on her would have been minimal. It was because she was dealing with a serious health issue that it will have caused so much additional stress (and the same is true if any of the speculation about what might be wrong was true).
I've made this point before - but the same is true with Harry and Louis. Larries are far more likely to have done harm to them if we have been right, than if we have been wrong. It's not enough when thinking about the ethics of what we do to think 'but what if we're wrong' (although I do think that's important). It's also important to think 'what's the worst impact that this could have if I'm right.'
This is also my approach to wider fandom - I think it's important to acknowledge that we could be doing harm and we wouldn't know. I was thinking this with the meeting in airports/being outside hotels discourse. Most of the time that's going to be fine - but there is also always a risk that it will ruin an artists day or have an impact on their mental health. Anyone who has themselves been too stressed to deal with other people - can imagine how dealing with a lot of strangers who want things from you might make things worse (and if it is it's very unlikely an artist would feel free to say that). I think whatever fans do we need to do with an understanding and acceptance of the ways that it might be harmful to the artist.
#the more we understand that fans are separate from artists#and that our interests are different#the more capable we are of making the actual ethical decisions involved
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Kinktober 2022: Day 17
(Dedicated to: @kpophubb)
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Pairing: Seungmin x Female Reader
Kink: Brat Taming
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Soft/Hard!Dom Seungmin, Sub!Fem reader, friends with benefits, alcohol consumption, reader and Hyunjin get handsy with one another, angry Seungmin, slight bondage, brat taming, edging, teasing, dirty talk, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), begging, slight praise, unprotected sex, creampie
Please let me know if I missed anything
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Color(s) Of This Fic: Black, Bright Red, Magenta, and Lapis Blue <3
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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+
Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.
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Enjoy :)
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The daylight begins to fade as darkness slowly sets in, the hours growing late as you frantically search your room for your seemingly missing shirt. You stand back, eyeing your closet with a huff of defeat as you accept that your favorite top is nowhere to be found.
You search through your dresser one last time before you grab your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you come across Seungmin's name. Your thumb hovers over his contact for a few seconds, debating if your shirt is really worth this hassle before you call him. You let out a sigh as the call rings, once and then twice before Seungmin's voice sounds through the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi," you greet, shoving the last drawer of your dresser shut. "I have something to ask."
"Ok?"
"Did I leave my shirt at your place?" You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose as you hear shuffling on Seungmin's end of the line.
"Which one?"
"The black, lacey one? It's got the strings that zig zag across the front of it. Almost looks like lingerie?" You explain, hearing him shuffle through his closet.
"Yeah, it's here. I found it." He responds, pulling it out of his closet. "Want me to bring it to you?"
"Please?" You softly ask.
"Ok," he chuckles, putting your shirt in his bag, grabbing his keys, and making his way to his car. "I'll be there soon. I could pick you up while I'm there? If you're still coming to the party?"
"Of course I am. Why else would I want my favorite shirt?" You chuckle, hearing the sound of his car door close.
"Fair enough, I'll pick you up then."
"Alright, sounds good!" You reply hearing him hum in acknowledgement before hanging up.
You toss your phone onto your bed, plopping down next to it as you stare up at the ceiling.
A few months ago, on a group trip that you attended with the boys, you and Seungmin shacked up together. With two tipsy young adults alone together in close quarters, something was bound to happen. Ever since then, you and Seungmin have been friends with benefits. Keeping interactions between the two of you to a minimal in front of the boys, just so they don't suspect anything. Sneaking around with one another like grounded teenagers in order to keep this aspect of your relationship private.
The sound of your front door closing brings you out of your thoughts as you sit up on your bed.
"I'm here!" Seungmin hollers, making his way to your room.
You meet him in the doorway of your room, watching as he pulls your shirt out of his bag before he holds it out to you.
"Thank you! You're a lifesaver!" You thank, grabbing your shirt before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Seungmin grins at your actions, watching as you quickly pull your oversized t-shirt over your head, leaving your top half bare as you toss the shirt on your bed. He averts his eyes, looking down at the floor as you pull your favorite top over your head.
"What? It's nothing you haven't seen before." You smirk, watching as he looks up at you with pursed lips, hiding his grin as he shrugs.
He watches as you look over your reflection in your mirror, smoothing the fabric of your shirt before you quickly put on your heels. He leans against the doorway, watching your every move as you walk towards him.
"Let's go!" You say with a raise of your brows as you walk past him and to your front door. He follows close behind you, locking your front door before driving you to his dorm for tonight's party.
Seungmin pulls up to his dorm, cars lining the side of the road and people slowly piling inside as he parks. You both get out of his car, looking at one another before he takes your hand and guides through all the people and into his dorm.
Loud music and the strong scent of alcohol invades your senses as you see Hyunjin walk over to you and Seungmin.
"Hi, Y/N! I didn't know if you were coming or not! Glad you could make it!" He yells over the music as he hands you and Seungmin a drink.
"Wouldn't miss it! Just had a wardrobe error, that's all!" You inform, taking a sip of the drink.
You watch as Hyunjin's eyes rake over your form, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip before he leans into your ear, his hand coming up to rest on your waist.
"You look amazing!" He compliments, missing the way Seungmin's eyes roll before he heads for the kitchen in hopes of finding the rest of the boys.
"Thank you! You look pretty good yourself." You flirt, downing the rest of your drink before you head off to get another.
The party continues as the night grows later, your vision slightly blurry and words unclear as you stumble into the living room. You sit on the couch, watching as people grind on one another as the alcohol and music guides their movements. You feel the couch dip beside you, and you look up to see Hyunjin with a slight smirk playing on his features as he sits beside you.
"Hi, beautiful." He greets, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
You glance down at the hand on your thigh, a smile tugging at your lips as the alcohol in your system electrifies every touch on your form.
"Hi." You smile up at him, watching as he mirrors your smile.
"What're you doing over here?" He asks, running his hand back and forth from your knee up to your inner thigh.
"Observing." You shrug, nodding your head over in the direction of where people were dancing.
Seungmin walks into the room, standing behind one of the other couches with his drink in hand. He scans the room, his eyes landing on your form and then Hyunjin's, watching as his hand runs dangerously close to your center as you lean into Hyunjin's form, whispering into his ear. Seungmin feels anger course through him at the sight, taking another sip of his drink as he watches you lean over Hyunjin's form, a hand on his thigh as you whisper into his other ear, kissing just below it right after. Seungmin downs the rest of his drink, the anger building with each passing second before he storms out of the room.
After a few more hours, the party starts to wind down, people slowly leaving with arms slung around one another as they stumble out of the dorm. Seungmin finds you leaning up against a wall, finishing off another drink as you watch people leave. He grabs your hand, pulling you away from the door and to the back of the dorm to his room. He closes the door, locking it before pressing you up against it.
He presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss, slotting his thigh between yours as you slowly grind against the muscle. He pulls away from you, undoing his belt before pulling it off his jeans. He grabs both your wrists in one hand, wrapping the belt around them and securing it.
"What was all that?" He sternly asks, brows furrowed in frustration as he glares at you.
"What do you mean?" You ask, kicking off your heels as he scoffs at you.
"The shit with Hyunjin? Right when we walked in the dorm, and earlier on the couch?" He questions, tightening the belt around your wrists.
"Why do you care? You're not my boyfriend and I'm not your girlfriend." You glare back, standing your ground. "I can do whatever and whoever I want."
You watch Seungmin's eyes visibly darken at your words, his jaw clenching as he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins them above your head against the door. He quickly unbuttons your jeans and pulls down the zipper, looking up at you while he shoves his hand down your pants, immediately rubbing harsh circles against your clothed clit as he nudges your thighs further apart with his.
"Yea? You wanna say that again?" He asks, his voice low and stern as he watches your breath get caught in your throat. "Go ahead. Say it again."
"I can do whatever or w-whoever I want." You reply, a moan immediately tearing from your throat as Seungmin speeds up his fingers. "F-Fuck- oh my god."
When your legs start to shake as your high approaches, Seungmin pulls away from you completely. Leaving you to whine in frustration as the feeling of your impending orgasm fades.
Seungmin pulls you away from the door, laying you on his bed before stripping your lower half. He trails his middle finger down your slit before sinking it into your heat and slowly pumping the digit, eventually adding his ring finger.
"More, please I need more." You whine out, your high approaching for a second time.
Seungmin increases his pace, quickly pumping his digits into you before pulling away from you again.
You cry out at the feeling of your orgasm fading for a second time. You watch as Seungmin lays between your legs, spreading your thighs before he licks a bold stripe up your slit. A moan falls from your lips at the contact, your hands lacing in his hair as you pull him closer to your core. He wraps his lips around your clit, lightly sucking on the bud before he pulls away from you, ignoring your cries as he places the pad of his middle finger on your clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bud as you squirm.
"Who's allowed to touch you like this?" He sternly asks.
"Y-You." You reply, your voice shaky as he rubs at your clit with more force.
"Who's making you feel good?" He asks as he trails his middle finger down to your entrance, adding his ring finger before he plunges the digits into your heat once again.
"Fuck! You are, Seungmin."
"That's right, baby."
"Please, Minnie, I'm sorry." You breathe out, your legs trembling as he pulls away from you once again. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, promise! I'll be good, pleasepleaseplease!"
"Please what, baby?" He asks with a tilt of his head.
"Need you inside me, please. Need you so bad."
Seungmin slowly strips himself, taking his time to align his length with your entrance as you whine. He presses his tip against your entrance, but not enough to sink into you before he slides his length up your slit and back down to your entrance again. He slowly pushes into you, a moan tearing from your throat at the feeling of his bare length sliding into your walls after being edged so many times.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You moan, your back arching off the bed as he bottoms out.
Seungmin roughly thrusts into you, your frame sliding further up the bed with each thrust of his hips as he pins your hands to the mattress, moans endlessly spilling from your lips.
"Who do you belong to?" He asks, his thrusts growing in force as he roughly pounds into you.
"You, only you!" You moan out, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Who's fucking you this good?"
"You, you, shit- you, Minnie!"
"Good girl." He praises, his breathing labored as he picks up his pace.
Your legs shake around him as your high approaches yet again, your moans high in pitch as you moan Seungmin's name like a mantra.
"Please let me cum, Minnie. Need it so bad." You mewl out, your back arching off the bed as Seungmin laps at your neck.
"Go ahead, baby." He breathes out, feeling your walls pulse around his length. "Cum for me."
Your eyes roll back as you cum around Seungmin's length. Loud moans spilling from your lips and your walls convulsing around him being all he needs to cum inside you with a moan.
You collapse against the bed, your body spent as you relax into the mattress. Seungmin slowly pulls out of you, getting up to get a towel to clean you both up.
"Don't get too comfortable, baby. We're not done yet."
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~ Dedication Note ~
My dearest Mia,
I hope you enjoyed your dedication day. Thank you so, SO much for this amazing plot idea. I hope I did it justice. Thank you for always supporting me and being apart of this event with me.
I wanna apologize for not including the rest of the members more than just the brief mention of Seungmin going to find them. I completely spaced on that :/
I love and appreciate you so much😭💕
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Never thought alcohol consumption would be in my warnings, but there's a first for everything 🤷🏼
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Released: October 17th, 2022
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an attempt to summarise my TPOTD thoughts
YAZ/MANDIP:
mandip gill, i love you forever. her acting in the scene where thirteen's hand starts glowing? i will be haunted by that forever, congratulations. girl knows how to cry.
yasmin fucking khan, best companion. BEST companion. she saved the doctor, she got everyone together, she took the lead when she needed to, she piloted the TARDIS when it counted (the fact that she still had her post-it notes 🥺) she really became the doctor when the doctor was gone. loml.
yaz carrying the doctor will never ever stop being so amazing. ever. i'm convinced she kisses thirteen on the cheek also. fight me.
THASMIN:
SPEAKING OF KISSING. there was a noticeable lack of it. to be fair, it wasn't NECESSARY. i do think we, and they, deserved it though. also see this parallel? rude.
i can get over the no-kiss, eventually. i cannot get over the no hug!!!!!
and i ABSOLUTELY CAN NEVER GET OVER the fact that yaz wasn't allowed a proper reason to leave the TARDIS. you know how we've all been saying 'i can't see any reason for yaz to leave the TARDIS willingly', guess what, NEITHER CAN CHIBS!!!! 😭
but seriously, it didn't need much. all it needed was an extra 2 minutes of just thasmin and i'd have nothing bad to say about this episode.
if they'd just added a couple of minutes at the end of yaz explaining to the doctor how much she loves her (onto that in a minute) but how she doesn't feel like she can stay when she'll look at 'MY doctor' and see someone else, especially after the master thing.
MORE THASMIN:
so, i'm actually quite pleased with what thirteen said to yaz. the 'my hearts are so full of love of all of you' was a bit like,,,, yes i know the fam need a shout-out but don't be scared BBC, she's allowed to just love yaz too. same with 'and she is loved', like always it has to be from the fam, not just from yaz.
however, the next line, 'i have loved being with you, yaz' was BRILLIANT. that's the closest we're gonna get for a while to the doctor actually saying 'i love you' and i think yaz understands that too.
what i DIDN'T like was the fact that it didn't go 'i have loved being with you, yaz' 'i love you too, bighead' or something similar. because yaz never got to tell the doctor her feelings. dan did a great job, sure, but she never got to vocalise them, and i wish she did.
sure, she spent the whole episode DEMONSTRATING that she loves the doctor, arguably the whole last 3 seasons. but i wish she'd got to say the words. the opportunity was right there.
REGEN:
the regeneration was beautiful. again, same as with thasmin. what we were given was 10/10, BUT we should have been given a bit more!!! thirteen deserved a slightly longer speech, i don't think it necessarily had to be super long, but maybe a little more than what she got.
her last line was perfect though. i wouldn't change a thing. 'doctor whoever-i-am-next. tag, you're it.' PERFECT thirteen.
her regeneration's tone kept in-line with the past too. the doctor growing up. from ten's 'i don't want to go' to eleven accepting it but being very very sad, to twelve using it as an opportunity to shape his next self, to thirteen not only accepting it, bu embracing it. seeing one last sunrise. taking it as something beautiful. because it was.
CLASSIC STUFF:
THE RETURNING DOCTORS WERE PERFECT. i was worried they wouldn't be able to find a natural way to put returning characters in and it would feel clunky, but it was flawless.
i'd heard rumours about five, six, and seven, but one and eight were totally unexpected. paul mcgann, national treasure. plus jo martin!!!!! she wasn't there for long but it was very her, very badass, plus i loved the fact that it was yaz's idea (more on that later too)
returning companions also, damn. i was not expecting that at all. when i saw graham i was like 'ahhh so this is their big surprise, i'll pretend to be shocked, ahhhhh' BUT THEN. i loved it.
CATBOY RASPUTIN:
ok, it's been long enough. it is time to talk about the master.
flawless. perfect. i genuinely would not change a thing about it. (for now at least, maybe i will when i think about it more)
the rasputin dance break was iconic. there was no need for it. but it was there. it was glorious. i can never listen to rasputin again.
i almost don't care that we didn't get the next doctor in thirteen's outfit, because sacha dhawan in that outfit, earring and all, was spectacular. honestly, brilliant. i didn't think they'd go there but they did.
the concept of the master regenerating into the doctor. o o f . there's some very clever things to be said and meta to be written about that, but i don't have the brainpower rn, so hopefully someone else will.
i will admit, when sacha regenerated into the doctor, my brain immediately went 'fuck, no, we're gonna have a lot less jodie screentime now', but honestly it was okay. the scenes of her with classic doctors plus the hologram stuff made sure she was still around enough.
CATBOY MASTER. ENOUGH SAID.
MISCELLANEOUS OTHER THOUGHTS:
ace and seven getting closure!!!!! yay!!!!!!
the adric mention and 'brave heart, tegan' was lovely
the fact that yaz said to ruth 'the last time i saw you, you were a tour guide in gloucester' was funny. but, it means something quite sad really. the doctor never told her about the timeless child stuff, or division. or if she did, she left out some major details. the end of the vanquishers is one of my favourite scenes, and it's sad that they didn't give her the chance to follow through with 'i want to tell you everything'. but who knows, if big finish wants to give us that one day, i'll be happy.
the hands in the 'you saved my life' scene. stunning. there was no need for the glass though. let them touch BBC it's okay.
yaz carrying the doctor. yeah, i've said it already, but that scene was genuinely stunning.
the doctor seeing yaz's face, smiling, and closing her eyes. she should have said 'my yaz', paralleling the 'my fam' at the end of S12, but sure. in my head, she said it.
thirteen being trapped in the dalek!!!!!!! the clara parallels!!!!!!!!!!!!! when they said 'open the casing' a good 78% of me was going 'cLARA CLARA CLARA CLARA CLARA' but yeah. i liked that.
i realise i haven't said much about jodie (that's a first) and honestly i have nothing more to say that i haven't already said. how can anyone feel anything but love for her. she and mandip are brilliant. easily my favourite actors ever. easily.
they should have kissed man, chibnall you fucking coward.
to summarise: what we got was perfect. i mean, genuinely. like, every scene of that episode, i adored. but there was a 2 minute scene missing. a two minute scene, my version of which i will probably write at some point as i'm sure lots of us will, where yaz explains why she can't stay. they hug, they kiss, they reminisce, and they part.
i liked that they ended on 'let's not say goodbye' though. leaves it open for a yaz return, plus, VERY doctor of her to hate endings, to hate goodbyes. yaz's doctorification came full-circle and it was magnificent.
once again, mandip gill, WHERE did you learn to cry like that.
overall? solid 8.7/10. i can't forgive yaz not getting her proper exit. but i did enjoy what we got. and i miss them and i want them back. she's yaz's doctor, but she's our doctor too.
#thirteenth doctor#the power of the doctor#yasmin khan#the master#dhawan!master#sacha dhawan#jodie whittaker#mandip gill#doctor who#tpotd#dw#thirteen's era#chris chibnall#robin is in mourning :(
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Alright, It's time for a QUIZ~
Beast Oda and Normal Oda are drowning, while beast Dazai and Pm Dazai watch, too far away to do anything.
However, you have enough time to save only one of them! Know that no matter which Oda you save, the opposite Dazai will be mad that you didn't save their Oda. (For example say you save beast oda, pm Dazai will despise you and vice versa) So it's a lose lose situation! What do you do?
(Hehe I saw you send something like this to Cou, so I figured it's only fair you get one too! Also hello!)
OMYGOSH AHAHAHAHAHA
THIS IS SO NIKOLAI OF YOU, THANK YOU, YOU SADISTIC LITTLE POTATO 😂🤭
UHM.. I WOULD NOT WANT TO CROSS * ANY* DAZAI WHATSOEVER..
BEAST DAZAI AND PM DAZAI???
YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME THE MERCY OF INCLUDING ADA DAZAI WITH ALL HIS DEVELOPMENT? I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS 18 YR OLD SELF?? UHM...
OKOK..
BEAST DAZAI AND PM DAZAI ARE BOTH UNHINGED 😭
Regarding PM Dazai, does this Dazai know about Oda's last words or nah? because that's going to have some effect, I think.
But knowing you, you probably prefer more *dramatic* circumstances so I'm assuming that PM Dazai is aware of Oda's last words, thinks that Oda understands him, etc. etc. - - which obviously will have a greater effect. [though even before dazai heard Oda's last words, he was still willing to risk his life by going to him. but anyways!]
Okay so with that being cleared
(PM Dazai and BEAST Dazai who both remember Oda's death..)
Uhhhhhh.
Hmm. Who should I save?
Ok. When it comes to the Odas, I want to save the OG Oda because he remembers Dazai and therefore understands the situation and can defend me to Beast Dazai. Also BEAST Dazai will prob be happy that Oda (the friend he saw from OG Dazai's memories) recognizes him.
so w that being said.. what happens after I save [Oda] ? Do the Dazai and Oda I save return to their own world? Is that why the BEAST Dazai will get pissed? [cause he'll lose Oda + the Oda of his world?]
(ack. I'm complicating things lol.)
ANYWAYS. FINAL ANSWER.
I'm more afraid of BEAST Dazai than PM dazai. PM dazai accepted Oda's death. He can do that again. plus he didn't kill Mori or even Ango (whom he blames) for Oda's death cause he understood Mori's rational perspective. Maybe he'll understand me as just a bystander? Hopefully.
But anyway.
BEAST Dazai is more insane and experienced than PM Dazai. He sacrificed everything for Oda. So to be the cause of his Oda's death, after he worked so so hard to keep his Oda alive... UHM..yeah no thanks ♥️ not dealing w that 😁
Also since I saved his Oda, BEAST Dazai will prob help me (I mean I HOPE he does 😔). I'll appeal to BEAST Odasaku if I have to 🥺🥺 I know Oda can't resist helping teenagers no matter the universe.
#I hope this answers your question!#the patoots#asks#hope u enjoyed lol#chuunky#I was rushing while writing this#please excuse the incoherence of the first part TT
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I'm going to share an anecdote that I'm slightly worried will prove I'm judgemental, but it's something that I've wanted to share for a while. The memory just keeps turning over in my head. I'll put the first part of it above the read more, and the potentially judgemental part below.
Once when I was a kid (somewhere between third and fifth grade; or ages 8-10 for people not familiar with the US school system), I got into an elevator with an old "grandpa-age" man in my apartment building. He saw my backpack and school uniform and asked me, smiling, what I was learning in school.
So, since I had just come from school, I told him about the lesson that had stayed in my mind from the day's classes. I think it was a lesson from science class because it was one of my favorite subjects.
The man blinked in surprise. After a pause that was just long enough to make me wonder if I had said something wrong, he then admitted, "You're the first child in years to actually tell me what they're learning in school. Every time I ask, they usually say, 'Nothing much,' and then I joke about it."
While I was glad to be a "good" or "smart" kid in that instance, I was also a little annoyed on behalf of some of the other kids he had done this to. It seemed condescending to expect the kids to "fail" your prompt. And maybe those kids had had a bad or long day at school. Or they'd be so overwhelmed by the choice of what to talk about! Each school day has at least four or five classes crammed into it. It felt unfair, even though I had succeeded at the interaction.
Fast forward to a couple months ago.
At a New Year's gathering, I'm speaking to a cousin of mine whom I'm not too familiar with, but he's not far from how old I was when I was confronted with that old man's question.
Not knowing what else to talk about, I decide to ask him about school. However, since it's currently winter break, I decide to keep things vague. I ask him what his favorite class from school has been since his new grade started.
After a small pause, he says, "Lunch." No elaboration.
I blink, processing this, before I let out a chuckle. OK, no problem, I remember thinking like this. "Lunch is my favorite subject" is a common joke among young students. I remember my classmates making this remark. I remember sympathizing with it on bad days. Sure, this kid wasn't smiling when he said it and looked... pretty serious, but let's set that aside for now.
Not wanting to say something potentially rude like, "OK, for real, what actual class is your favorite?", I decide to ask, "All right, how about... what has been the most challenging subject you covered since the grade started?"
After another small pause, he says, "P.E."
And nothing else. Not another word, not another letter.
I think I dumbly muttered, ".... Gym?" before his mom burst in to say that he's been getting such good grades in his math class, and that he's well on his way to being in the advanced portion of the math class, and more stuff that flew in the face of how utterly disinterested he looked. Sure, I trusted his mom that he was doing well, but what did that matter? He didn't even back his mom up in the subjects she was talking about, agreeing or disagreeing, or use that as a jumping off point. He just... didn't care.
I want to make it clear that I wasn't just expecting a peppy response of something that interested him, like I gave those years before. I would've accepted a grumbling complaint about a tricky subject that was stumping him. Or a slightly exhausted recount of a subject that took forever, but that he finally got through. Maybe a description of a project he did before winter break, something that he'd more immediately remember because of hands-on involvement. Hell, I would have even been more accepting of "P.E." because yeah, that's intensive! I've got my fair share of stories about gym class. He could've told me what games he likes the most, or which ones he dreaded needing to play.
I would've accepted nearly anything other than one word answers and an expression that implied he might as well have gotten the severance procedure, but for school.
I think I'm doomed to be that joking old man when I'm older.
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