#I seriously tried to make a plot somewhat with this I'm hoping that this works out fingers crossed
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Butterflies - Choi Beomgyu
Synopsis: Experiencing love for the first time is a magical thing. And college was all about experiencing a series of firsts. For Beomgyu though, it was the most terrifying concept. Yet, when it comes to how Beomgyu feels about you, he was ready to conquer his fears.
Pairing: College Student!Choi Beomgyu x reader
Genre: first love, friends to lovers
Word Count: 2.4k
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"What are you doing?" Taehyun asked, peering over Beomgyu's shoulder. Quickly, Beomgyu covered this notebook from the peering eyes of his best friend.
"N-Nothing," Beomgyu quickly responded.
"Bullshit! Let me see."
Taehyun tried his best to reach for the pile of papers but Beomgyu did a good job at playing defense. If only he noticed Kai by his side who was able to snatch the notebook from underneath him.
"Hey! Give it back," Beomgyu whined.
He was about to pop up and chase after Beomgyu, but Kai already began reading out-loud the written words. Kai's voice called to attention Yeonjun and Soobin, who soon found themselves wondering over towards the living room. Beomgyu just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.
"Oh, does our little Beomgyu have a crush?" Yeonjun teased. He approached his younger friend and ruffled his hair playfully.
Beomgyu was quick to swat his hand away before glaring. Yeonjun quickly took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender.
"So what if I do? What's the big deal?" Beomgyu muttered. If only the couch could swallow him whole at this moment. "It's not like anything is going to even happen anyways."
The other four boys all looked towards their friend. Their eyes were wide. Soobin was definitely questioning if he had heard Beomgyu correctly. Taehyun, his closest friend out of the group, took a seat next to him on the couch. Yeonjun had taken a seat to his other side as Soobin and Kai placed themselves in front of Beomgyu.
They had never encountered this side of Beomgyu before. He was always the friend that offered advice when one of the other guys needed advice, especially when it came on how to approach someone they were interested in. So to hear that he had his own self doubt was a bit alarming.
In reality, it was easy for Beomgyu to give advice to his friends. At his core, he was somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He loved watching romance novels, for the plot he claimed, but also because it gave him hope of one day meeting a girl that makes him feel like the main character. He loved the cliches in songs and poems. Beomgyu often took the lessons he learned from film and other forms of media in order to help friends sort through their dilemmas.
He had just never experienced a love that powerful before. Sure, he might have had a crush here and there, but he never took them seriously before. They would normally fade after a week or so.
This time was different.
"Gyu, what are you talking about? Why would you think that?"
"Because I know nothing will happen! She's far too good for someone like me."
Kai and Yeonjun looked at each other with concern. What was going on in their friend's mind? How could he not see how amazing he was, both as a friend and as a partner for someone? Soobin looked at Taehyun, letting him take the lead to ease Beomgyu's concern. If Beomgyu had to listen to someone, it would be Taehyun.
"Is this about y/n?" He asked outright.
"Why would this have anything to do with her?!"
Beomgyu was both impressed by his best friend's sleuthing skills but also terrified that his crush had been outed so easily. All the guys knew of you. You were constantly working with Beomgyu on class assignments, but they didn't know much about you other than that. Now, it was starting to come together.
"I'm going to take that as a yes," Taehyun chuckled lightly.
All Beomgyu could do as a response was throw his head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan in frustration. It was then the concern on his friends' faces turned into smirks as they watched how red Beomgyu had turned in a matter of seconds.
"Wait," Yeonjun called out. "Is y/n the one who works at the coffee shop?"
"No, she is the one that Gyu is always meeting up with at the coffee shop," Kai proudly proclaimed.
"So she's the one that he sits beside in their Poetry class?"
"Do we have to keep talking about her?" Beomgyu asked, a slight whine in his voice. His friend group was notorious for teasing one another, but he prayed this one time that they might spare him.
"Yes," the other four said in unison which caused Beomgyu to groan again.
"Or at least we can conceive some sort of plan to help you," Taehyun offered.
This finally peaked Beomgyu's interest. Slowly, Beomgyu sat up correctly with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm listening," he muttered. He would be lying if he said his stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of getting an inch closer to breaking the barrier from friends to lovers.
"Here's what is going to happen," Taehyun began.
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Everything was set into place. There is no way Beomgyu could mess this up. But to make sure it all went according to plan, the four others had situated themselves at the opposite end of the cafe. To everyone, it looked like they were just four studious guys trying to finish their degrees.
Yet, Beomgyu couldn't help but look over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being too obvious. It didn't help when he made eye contact with them, they all shot him a thumbs-up. I hate them.
You weren't a predictable person. You had your moments were you craved to be around other people, surrounded by loud noises and flashing lights. He knew Fridays would be a guarantee of catching you out of frat row. But he didn't want to make a move where you might forget about it.
There were times though during the week you'd like to retreat to your dorm and ignore the world. You valued your alone time, which shocked him as he got to know you. There was hardly ever a time you said no to someone. Unless you had a study or a paper due.
The one consistency in your life was your love for an iced coffee and blueberry muffin. It was something that helped motivate you to study, but also something that could heal your soul.
Today was one of those days where you could use a little tender, love and care.
To be fair, Beomgyu hated Taehyun's plan. It involved you getting let down. You were such a considerate person, so Beomgyu hated anytime you felt betrayed. Yet, he knew Taehyun wasn't doing this maliciously. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Beomgyu to swoop in as if being your knight in shining armor. Still. Beomgyu hated the fucking plan.
Taehyun had texted you saying you wanted to do something special for Beomgyu's birthday next month. Of course, you said yes. You knew all the guys, and would do anything for any one of them. Especially Beomgyu. He had become such a prominent role in your life that you actually felt honored that to be included in the planning of his special day. Taehyun then said he would meet you at the coffee shop at 6:30pm, after his evening lecture.
However, he sent you a text at 6:31 saying that he had planned everything already so there was no need to meet up. Truthfully, you loved getting the opportunity to make someone's day special, whether it be a big or small occasion. You felt hurt that not only did Taehyun take full control, but that he decided to cancel last minute. What was the point in texting you in the first place then if he was just going to turn around and do it all on his own?
Cue Beomgyu.
I hate you, Taehyun.
His heart was shattering as he saw the sight of you. Your head was down as you seemed to be focused on writing down either notes or even poetry lines, a habit you picked up from the class. He could still tell you were upset by the way you were hunched over.
The coffee shop you two frequented never announced customer names, just their orders. Your stomach grumbled when you heard someone had ordered your usual. Lucky bastard.
You would write a few words in your notebook, but then quickly cross it out in black ink. Nothing was working out, nothing made sense.
"Maybe this could help?"
The voice that spoke out to you caused your heart to race. Could I just be hearing things? You looked up slowly, not wanting to get your hopes up too much. Yet, you couldn't deny the smile that curled onto your face.
Beomgyu stood in front of you, one coffee cup close to him but the other gently being placed in front of you. "BVC" was written on the cup, a blueberry vanilla chai. The order previously called out made you seethe with slight jealousy. You had no idea Beomgyu would even be here.
"My knight in shining armor!"
Beomgyu chuckled as he went to shrug off his jacket. He placed it on the back of the chair in front of you. It made you smile a bit wider, cheeks beginning to ache, as you realized he was actually staying.
However, what took you by surprise was the way he didn't pull back the black metal chair. Instead, he slid in next to you in the booth portion of the table. Your eyes widened slightly, a pink hue coating your cheeks. No matter how hard you wanted to conceal it, Beomgyu noticed and boy, did it make his ego soar. There were always murmurs, mainly from the four guys, that you could like him. He always denied it, but the slight confidence was now making him lean into the theory.
"How did you even know I would be here?" You asked softly.
"Please, y/n. This is your favorite place to go after classes, especially when it has been raining off and on all day. You aren't ready to go home quite yet because you are a cliche who loves rainy days. You wanted to be somewhere you could get work done but also get lost watching the rain."
It was a lie. A little white lie. Maybe one day he would confess to the crime he was committing, but right now, he just couldn't get over the shimmer in your arms. Did he actually make you that happy.
You couldn't confide the truth in Beomgyu why you were here. Not when his surprise birthday party was on the line. All you could do for now was nod your head in confirmation.
"Well, it's definitely better now that you are here."
"Oh really? Tell me, sweet girl. How can I make this evening even better? Or is having me right where you want me enough?"
The pep talk from Yeonjun was paying off. The words were falling off of Beomgyu's lips with ease now.
You were staring at him at shock. This wasn't the Beomgyu you knew. The guy who could trip either over his words long forgotten. This was a new man who knew his next response before you could say anything.
There was no doubt that you had feelings for Beomgyu. He made you feel the cliche butterflies you read about in romance novels. He gave you hope that maybe the authors weren't just exaggerating when they described love as making you warm and fuzzy because Beomgyu made you feel that way daily.
Yet, he was your best friend. You never wanted to jeopardize that by the rush of emotions you felt. To be honest, you were confessed at first the only reason why you thought of Beomgyu romantically was because he was the first guy to give you validation rather than just attention. He treated you kindly without expecting something in return. Unless you ate his last snack. You thought it was something you'd grow over time.
However, here you two were. You were sitting in the booth, staring at each other. The music, the conversations of people around you faded out. All you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.
The only thing that brought you back to reality was the feeling of his arm wrapping around your shoulders. His free hand resting on the table, but fingertips strategically placed close enough to brush yours. Does he fucking know I like him?
"Because let's be honest here. We both have been trip-toeing around the idea of us. I don't know about you, y/n, but I'm tired. I want to play a different game."
Your head tilted slightly, confused what he could mean by game. Beomgyu honestly was a intriguing man, so you naturally were inclined to learn more.
"I'm tired of competing with other guys to try to get you to see I could be the one for you. I want to be the only one. Why don't you give me a chance to prove it to you, once and for all?"
"And you think a blueberry vanilla chai could win me over just like that?"
Now it was Beomgyu's turn to become fluster. His eyes widened as he retreated a bit, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Was he being too presumptious? Did he say too much?
There was the Beomgyu you knew.
Before he could over a rush of apologizes, you giggled. His mouth that was opened quickly closed. Your hand now rested on top of his, squeezing his hands comfortingly.
"There's nothing I would love more, Gyu. Why don't you pick me up for dinner tomorrow night? Something proper because right now, I really don't want to leave our favorite spot."
His arm slightly tightened around you, pulling you in closer. His heart couldn't settle just once as he realized this was actually happening. And that his best friends were actually right for once.
"Sounds like a date," he whispered.
His lips were pressed gently against your forehead, but he quickly pulled back once he heard cheers erupting from the other side of the cafe. His eyes widened as he didn't even have to look over to know what who was behind the interruption.
Yet, you didn't. You raised an eyebrow and glanced over your shoulder, staying close to Beomgyu. His fingers caressed your shoulder, almost as if he was trying to keep himself grounded rather than going over to yell at his four friends.
His four friends who were right all along, and were celebrating their victory by whistling and clapping for the two of you. Which caused everyone else at the cafe to look over in direction.
You blushed again, not expecting all the attention. Your face buried into Beomgyu's neck as you erupting into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at you endearingly.
Thanks, guys. Seriously.
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sex on the beach - hamada asahi (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. bf!asahi x fem!reader
synopsis. You and your boyfriend are horny multiple times during your stay with your friends at Jaehyuk's beach house. That's it. That's the plot.
genre. summer au, established relationship, smut literally just smut but also fluff, you get jealous!asahi, you get needy!asahi, you get dom!asahi, you get super duper in love totally whipped for his gf!asahi, you get everything you want because i'm in love with this man, ig both asahi n reader are switches, this gets like..fairly dirty so beware, i tried to make the friends funny so comedy as well but don't quote me on that, also enhypen hyung line makes an appearance in this cause why not
word count. 14.1k
a/n. if you somehow still don't know this about me, i am in love with asahi. re-reading and editing this was a real fun time so i hope you guys like it and i hope that those of you who are whipped for him as i am think i did bf!sahi justice. pls lmk ur thoughts !! bye bye love you stay safe don't settle for weak stupid red-flag men when a whole hamada asahi exists have high standards besties
One perk of having a rich friend? They always, always have a beach house.
You’d first met Jaehyuk and Sieun in your first year of college, when you and Asahi were in the final talking stages of your budding relationship and he’d wanted to introduce you to his two closest friends. Soon thereafter, he met your own friends, namely Mashiho and Sumin, and when they all gave the other the seal of approval and you and Asahi finally started dating (after six long months of being idiots and blindly pining for the other, but that’s another story for another time), the six of you became somewhat of a loving family.
Well, one of the first things Asahi had told you about Jaehyuk was how filthy rich he was. Being the eldest son and therefore heir to the top law firm of the country came with great responsibility but also great wealth, and even if he didn’t make it painfully obvious that he was more than well-off, one still knew the money was there in the never-tarnished shoes, the new watch every week, the slicked-back hair, and, of course, the many residences his family owned and he always mentioned casually, as if any other person also had seven homes all over the world.
But you weren’t going to complain, were you? Not when he so easily bought dinner for all six of you, paid for multiple of your monthly subscriptions and invited you all to spend two weeks at his beach house this summer without batting an eye. No need to pay for groceries either, he’d said. And he’d drive you all there in his 8-seat SUV.
Your first summer of being friends, you’d made the mistake of planning an August vacation in June, so the second time around, you made sure to prepare everything in advance so that everyone would be free at the same time. You were always excited to travel with your family, but this was your first time going a trip solely with your friends, rather than inviting a friend on your family vacation or the other way around, and your feet were itching to touch the warm white sand and dip in the deep blue sea that were waiting for you right behind Jaehyuk’s house.
The four-hour drive there feels like it lasted thirty minutes, all of you hyped on iced coffee and sheer excitement as music blasted through the car speakers. Jaehyuk and Sumin sat at the front, Mashiho and Sieun behind them, and you and Asahi in the furthest back seats. When you weren’t all having one big conversation about probably not-so-important topics that you took very seriously as you usually did, you were chatting in small groups, you and Asahi playing with each other’s fingers at the back like middle schoolers that just started dating.
Although some of the tension died down at the two-and-a-half-hour mark of the drive, it all comes back in the last thirty minutes, all of you keen to get out of the car and into the house that looked magnificent in the pictures and videos Jaehyuk had shown you.
The front courtyard behind the massive white gilded gate is big enough to require its own little roundabout for easier entry and exit of the house - actually, now that you’re here and can see it with your own two eyes, villa sounds more appropriate. Jaehyuk has barely parked his car that you’re all scrambling out of your seatbelts and running behind the house to find the path that leads to the beach, not even bothering to take your stuff out of the trunk.
Once you reach the beach, four of you stand there, panting happily and gazing out at the sea. “It’s the sea,” Sumin muses in a wonderstruck voice and everyone laughs at the obviousness of the statement. After some minutes, you look around and notice that Jaehyuk and Asahi hadn’t followed you, so you tell the others you should head back. You trudge back to the house only to find that the two boys have already unpacked everything and Jaehyuk is putting the snacks you’d brought for the trip away while Asahi sits on the couch and scrolls through Instagram, needing a rest after sitting for four hours in the car.
“Right, guys,” Jaehyuk calls out from the living room after unlocking the door upon seeing the four of you approach. You immediately head towards your boyfriend and sit down on the couch next to him, his arm coming up to rest on your shoulder and bring you closer to him. “Let’s choose our rooms.”
Mashiho chuckles, and by the look on his face, you can tell he’s got a stupid idea. “Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets the room next to Asahi and Y/N’s,” he says, making everybody groan in annoyance.
“We’re not animals, you know. We won’t be screaming and banging on the walls,” Asahi defends without looking up.
Sieun sighs and shakes her wrists out, getting ready for the game. “Someone remind me why we invited a couple to our trip?” she says, completely ignoring Asahi.
“Because we’re your dear friends that you love so much and wouldn’t want to spend such a nice vacation without,” you reply, voice saccharine sweet and batting your lashes at your group of friends, but they all just roll their eyes and chuckle sarcastically.
“There’s no need for that, anyway,” Jaehyuk says. “We’ve got eight rooms, so nobody needs to sleep in a room near them.” Your head and Asahi’s snap towards the other directly, looking at each other with a surprised but excited expression. No one in the room needs words to know what you’re thinking - it means that you won’t have to keep too quiet - and your friends groan again.
“Asahi, don’t forget what you just said, yeah?” Sumin warns. “If I have to hear the two of you fornicating, I’ll jump from the upstairs balcony.”
“Dear God,” Jaehyuk sighs. “Follow me, I’ll show you guys the room.”
Downstairs lodges one en-suite, which Jaehyuk takes, and two bedrooms that are joined by the bathroom, which Sumin and Sieun take. Upstairs, there is one en-suite at each end of the hall, so naturally you and Asahi take one while Mashiho takes the other one. And if, on a whim, you decided to invite three more people, you could lodge them in the three separate bedrooms and they could use the upstairs bathroom, one of the biggest you’ve ever seen in your life.
You gasp as soon as you open the door to what will be your bedroom for the next two weeks. “God, Sahi, this room is huge,” is your immediate reaction. At this late afternoon hour, the sunlight pours directly through the sliding glass doors, bathing the white room in a golden glow and warming the carpeted floor, soft under your bare feet. The glass doors lead to a balcony which overlooks the backyard and its pool, and more importantly, the beach and the sea - an impressive view that you don’t think you’ll get tired of. You set your bags next to the king-sized bed that is probably enough to fit four sleeping bodies, which means you and Asahi will be able to spread out and not suffer too much from heavy summer night sweating. There are two small couches and a coffee table in front of the balcony, the kind that rich people have to fill the empty space rather than actually use. One door leads into a walking closet and another into the bathroom, which has both a bathtub and an Italian-style shower, as well as a toilet, two sinks and a mirror that takes up almost the whole wall.
You’re looking around the bathroom, opening and closing random drawers above and underneath the sink, when you feel a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your middle. You look up in the mirror to find your boyfriend standing behind you, a soft, sleepy-looking smile on his face. You watch him watching you for a bit, until he buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale there, then presses a soft kiss to your skin. “We’re going to have a lot of fun here,” he murmurs.
“Here as in this room or here as in this vacation?” you tease and he looks up at your reflection in the mirror again, locking his gaze in yours.
“Both,” he says after a small pause, which makes your grin widen.
“I think so too,” you say and turn around, hooking your arms around his neck and leaning in for a kiss, which his body responds instantly to. After a year and a half of dating, there is no more hesitation when your lips touch - both of you know exactly what to do and how to do it. Yet, the excitement never fades, and your whole body tingles every time you find each other like this, as if it was the first time, but a thousand times better.
Maybe it’s the hours of being in each other’s close vicinity without being able to do anything that make your kisses open-mouthed and hungry, or maybe it’s just your need for each other that never really wanes. You smile into the kiss as Asahi picks you up by the hips and lifts you onto the bathroom counter, your legs opening to let him stand between them as they wrap themselves around him, bringing him even closer. His hands sneak themselves underneath your light t-shirt, caressing and grabbing at the soft flesh of your sides while your own find purchase in his hair, slightly tugging just the way you know he likes.
He presses himself into you, making you feel just how much he wants you right now, and the contact makes you sigh into his mouth. His tongue slips in, turning the kiss wetter and needier than before. Sadly, a loud voice interrupts you before you can get even more carried away.
“Y/N!” Mashiho calls from behind the bedroom door. “You guys better not be fucking right now, ‘cause we’re going grocery shopping and you said you’d come!”
Ah, your dear friends. Ever so tactful.
You tear yourself from Asahi and pivot your head towards the door. “I’ll be down in a minute!” you shout back. You turn back to your boyfriend and peck his lips, watching him fondly as his eyes stay closed even after you pull away. “You’re not joining, are you?”
He looks down at himself and you follow his gaze, and sure enough, there’s a tent in his pants. “I think I’ll hang back for this one,” he says, a stupid grin on his face.
“Okay,” you whisper, and peck him again. “Gotta go then.” You hop off the counter and head out of the room, turning around and blowing him a kiss when he calls out “Come back quick!”
As soon as you step inside the gigantic, fresh grocery store, Mashiho becomes a man on a mission. As the self-designated chef of the group, he has planned virtually all of the meals you would be having on your trip and therefore has a very detailed list of all the ingredients he needs. He turns to you and pushes a small sheet of paper into your hands, looking at you and Jaehyuk pointedly.
“It’ll be faster if we split up. I’ll take care of the produce and you guys can get the dry ingredients. Jaehyuk, you’re rich, so I trust you’ll get the nice stuff. Oh, and get some snacks and alcohol as well,” he commands, and before you can say anything, he’s off, pushing his cart importantly. You and Jaehyuk exchange a glance, both of you astonished by your friend’s sudden seriousness, but you shrug it off and head to the designated aisles.
It takes you something short of thirty minutes to get everything on Mashiho’s list, and then the fun begins. When you reach the snack aisle, you act as if you won’t be able to come back to the store and have to get enough to sustain your six hungry bodies for two whole weeks. The shelves are ravaged and a sad thing to look at once you and Jaehyuk are done with your spree, and the alcohol aisle is shivering at the mere thought of what you will do to it.
Indeed, you aren’t kind to it. You take random bottles to inspect in your hands, looking at Jaehyuk who gives you either a nod or a shake of his head, sometimes gesturing at you to take another bottle of the same kind. He has to go get a second cart just for the beer packs. It looks like you’ll be staying for two months rather than two weeks, but you can always bring them back home if ever you don’t get to the bottom of those bottles.
You meet Mashiho next to the tills, and while he inspects your cart, shaking his head at the amount of alcohol, your eyes fall on a bright-colored firework stand a few feet from you. “Guys, look!” you call out to your friends. “We should get some of these.”
“Ooh, good idea,” Mashiho agrees. You watch as Jaehyuk’s eyes go wide and as he walks transfixed towards the stand like a kid to a candy shop. He takes a scandalous amount of packs into his arms, heaving them into one of the three carts.
“These’ll be nice for our last night,” he says with a huge smile on his face.
“With that amount, I think we’ll have enough for every night,” you comment, but he just tuts at you.
“Don’t spoil my fun.”
You and Mashiho don’t even dare to look at the total cost of your little shopping fun and wince when the cashier announces it, finding sudden interest in the ceiling of the supermarket. Yet, Jaehyuk seems completely unfazed and pays with his card as if this kind of purchase was an everyday occurrence.
Fast forward a few hours later and you’re already two beers in, laughing at whatever stupid thing Asahi is currently doing. In true summer bonfire fashion, Jaehyuk has gotten out a grill to put over the fire so you could cook sausages, buns and vegetables and eat delicious hot-dogs - not to forget s’mores for dessert. You’re sitting in a circle around the fire Asahi and Sumin prepared, sharing random stories you had somehow not told each other before and hysterically laughing at all the gruesome details of your childhood and teenage incidents. You always love talking to your friends like this, getting to know what their life before you knew them was like; it makes you happy that, despite whatever differences you may have, you’ve now all come together like this.
Asahi drops his head on your shoulder in delight as he bites into the s’more you made for him, the marshmallow cooked just the way he likes it - gooey and sticky on the outside but still a bit raw inside. Sieun looks at you two with a fond smile on her face but shakes her head nonetheless. “I miss the times when Asahi was scared to even look at you when we were around,” she jokes, the others nodding their heads in agreement.
“Don’t say that!” you reprimand lightheartedly. “He’ll get embarrassed and go back to his ways if you guys tease him.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” he complains, pouting slightly.
“Sorry, baby,” you say, looking down at him with a huge smile on your face, and everybody groans in unison.
Conversation resumes and you all continue chatting, laughing and drinking until the late hours of the night, when the sun has fully set and the fire in front of you is your main source of light. You and Asahi huddle together for warmth, sometimes accidentally falling into your own world and giggling when you feel his hands travel a bit too far up your thighs, but quickly returning to your friends when someone calls out one of your names. You only decide to put the fire out and head to bed when Sumin yawns, causing Jaehyuk to yawn as well, in turn making you yawn, until all six of you have yawned in quick succession, bursting into laughter at your strange acapella.
Asahi has drunk his fair share of beer and cranberry vodkas so the short walk home becomes a whole trek with you having to hold him up the whole way. It doesn’t help that he thinks this is the funniest thing ever and keeps on giggling as he rests all of his weight on you. Thankfully, you’d had your last beer some three hours ago and had practically sobered up while Asahi partied on.
You manage to get him to your shared bedroom, but to your despair, your boyfriend is at the level of drunk where he’s not passed out or vomiting everywhere but he has no filter left and says absolutely everything that goes through his mind. You curse yourself for having once wished to get inside your boyfriend's head and know every single thought of his.
As soon as you push him down on the bed, he looks at you with a shit-eating grin and giggles again. “Ooh,” is all he says, but you roll your eyes at him.
“Sit up and drink some water, then have a painkiller, baby. You’ll thank me tomorrow,” you say, planting a bottle of water and some pills on the nightstand.
“Yes, ma’am,” he slurs, his giggles never stopping. “You looked really hot today, you know,” he says between sips. “Hey, where are you going?!” he calls out after you as you head to the bathroom.
“Just going to change, baby.”
“No need to put your PJs on,” he teases in a sing-song voice.
You ignore him and change into light sleeping clothes then do your skincare, too lazy to take a proper shower. You come out to find Asahi scrolling through his phone, surprisingly still awake but a dazed look in his eyes, like he’s not really watching whatever’s playing on his screen. His eyes come into focus when he sees you approach and he smiles at you sleepily.
“Hey,” you say softly, getting into bed next to him. “I thought you’d be asleep by now. Why don’t you get more comfortable, get those clothes off, hm?”
His gentle smile turns into a smirk at your words, and you can already tell what he’s going to say next. “Too tired. Do it for me?” he asks as he lets his arms hang on his sides, pretending to be innocent. You sigh but oblige anyway, helping him out of his t-shirt. “Are you going to do naughty things to me?” he provokes, that smirk still plastered on his lips.
“No. No funny things tonight, mister. You’re way too drunk-”
“But-”
“No buts,” you say, ignoring his whines as you help him out of his t-shirt. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk,” he insists, giggling again when you unbutton his shorts and pull them down his legs. “Look,” he says, pointing to his growing erection. “Would I be able to do that if I was too drunk?”
“Wh- how are you hard already, Sahi?” you ask, baffled by your boyfriend’s impressive bodily prowesses, and the words seem to get to his dick because you see it twitch under his boxers. “I haven’t even done anything yet…”
“Yet?” he echoes, a hopeful tone in his voice. He sees you’re about to deny him again, so he takes your hand and presses it lightly to his erection. “Please… I can do all the work, if you want,” he pleads, trailing soft kisses up your arm until he reaches your neck. “Hm? I already feel more sober.”
You sigh, more so in pleasure at feeling your boyfriend’s lips against your skin than in annoyance. “Fine,” you comply, pretending like you’re doing this for him, when really you’d been craving to get him alone all day and had been disappointed to see him so drunk, thinking he wouldn’t be able to do anything - so this comes as relief to you.
“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips, smiling, before diving into a kiss. You can tell he’s impatient because he doesn’t waste much time before pulling your t-shirt off, smirking when he sees you’re wearing your black lace panties - his favorites. “I have to taste you,” he groans as he helps you lay on your back against the soft mattress, then starts making his way down your body, stopping for a moment to suck on your nipples just to tease you a bit. No matter how restless he was, he always liked making you needy for him before he gave you what you wanted.
Your core is throbbing by the time he reaches it, and you’ve already hurried out of your underwear, making him chuckle. “I thought I was the needy one here…”
“Shut up,” you whine, and he indeed does shut up as he licks up a firm stripe between your folds, his tongue finding your clit immediately. You’re glad he doesn’t tease and instead sucks and licks like his life depends on it, the sensations making you feel light-headed. Within seconds, you’re a moaning mess under his tongue, and he needs to keep your thighs open lest you snap them shut around his head in overwhelming pleasure.
He only takes breaks to catch his breath and murmur dirty things against your thighs, biting at the skin there. “Tastes so good, baby. I’ve been waiting all day for this, and I’m gonna do this every single fucking day, too.”
Raising your body on your elbows was a bad idea because the sight between your legs takes your breath away. Your sweet boyfriend has his eyes shut tight and his eyebrows furrowed together in deep concentration as he drinks from you like a parched man would from a well. One hand has snuck its way onto your belly, simply resting it there, while the other has gone down to palm himself through his boxers. He seems more intoxicated by you, your scent and your taste, than by the alcohol in his system. His hums and moans vibrate against your core, and the thought that making you feel good makes him feel good is what sends your body reeling.
“Fuck, Sahi, I’m so- ah, so close,” you moan, tugging harshly at his hair and getting ready for your orgasm, until he suddenly pulls away from your core and positions himself over you, the absence of the warmth of his tongue making you whine. Just as you’re about to protest, he pushes his cock into your hole, making you gasp at the abrupt but not unwelcome intrusion. He bottoms out immediately, filling you up as he always does.
“Sorry, princess, needed you to cum around my dick instead. Wanted to feel- fuck- all of you,” he moans into your ear. At first, he holds his weight up on his elbows, each one resting next to your face, and kisses you hungrily. The intense pleasure makes it hard to kiss and you share so little oxygen as you breathe into each other’s mouth that it is dizzying. But then, when it gets too much, he rests half of his body on yours, holding himself up on one arm so he can keep on thrusting at a rapid pace. His moans are muffled into your hair, and you know he’s close when he starts using his thumb to play with your clit and bring you to climax at the same time as him.
Quickly enough, your orgasm bubbles at the surface again, and as soon as you let him know you’re close, Asahi is begging for you to cum. “Sahi…” is all you can moan as you cum, walls clenching around him and pulling his release out of him and right into your hole. He sighs deeply as he softens inside you and buries his face in your neck. You don’t need to see him to picture his peaceful, content expression, but you also know your boyfriend and he could fall asleep at any second now, so you have to push him off of you to clean the both of you up and have a quick trip to the bathroom.
You have a sip of water and turn the fan on high before you snuggle yourself in his embrace, his arms wrapping themselves around you in a tight hug. The room is already hot from the weather and your shenanigans have only made the temperature rise, so you know you wouldn’t be comfortable in this position for long but you let yourself fall asleep anyway, simply happy to be here in your boyfriend’s arms.
-
One thing about hungover Asahi is that he always sleeps in late, so you know better than to wait around in bed for him and get up soon after you awake. “Sleeping the alcohol off,” he calls it.
You’re the first one up, so you decide to cook your hangover soup that receives praise from Mashiho himself for your friends that may have abused alcohol last night. Soon enough, they come trudging out of their rooms one by one, looking tired and as if they might get sick any minute. When she sees you’ve made your soup, Sumin hugs you for so long you think she might have fallen back asleep on your shoulder. You and Sieun are the only ones that don’t look like they’re dying - you, because you didn’t drink much, and Sieun, because she’s got superhuman drinking abilities.
Your sleeping prince comes out last and heads for the couch immediately, finishing off his night for thirty minutes there before getting up again and having some soup. He’s already not the most talkative person on earth, but when tired and hungover like this, he truly becomes a man of few words; whatever he says probably wouldn’t make much sense anyway. He kisses the top of your head as a thank you and hunches over his bowl of soup, drinking it like it’s elixir, and burps for good measure once he’s done eating.
After that, even if it’s past noon, the day is slow to start. But that’s okay, because you’ve got plenty of time anyway. None of you have enough energy to do much more than sunbathe and play around in the sea all afternoon, so that’s exactly what you do. Sieun is the only one who manages to make your lazy bodies move, forcing Jaehyuk to show her where the beachvolley net and everything you need to play it are stored, then making you play with her. They put you and Asahi on different teams, because you are both so bad that having the two of you on the same team is a great disadvantage and wouldn’t be fair to the third person playing with you. You spend most of the time doing nothing at the back and pointing as you laugh at each other, anyway.
Swimming in the sea makes you hungry, so you all head back inside for ice cream and snacks and take seats around the back porch table, playing made-up games of cards. When it’s time for dinner, you pressure Mashiho into letting you help him out, otherwise you know he’ll be complaining about doing all the work in a few days. You only have non-alcoholic drinks that night, and head to bed after watching a horror movie, which Jaehyuk really hated. It’s only night two, but so far, Asahi keeps his promise of eating you out every night, and you make sure to reward him for it.
And just like that, the days pass. You either stay at home and eat Mashiho’s food or go into town for dinner. You go to the bowling alley, or mini-golfing, or at the sea sports center that lets you try out surfing and jet skiing. You eat your fill three times a day and sometimes drink more than necessary. You also get into the habit of napping after lunch, the warmth of the three p.m. sun and your full stomach lulling you to sleep.
One such afternoon, you get a quirky little idea into your head. The boys start playing some games on the Nintendo Switch but you decide to go upstairs anyway and rest before you take on the afternoon. But napping without Asahi’s warmth or at least his presence next to you isn’t the same, and so you’re left tossing and turning in bed.
Your mind drifts naturally to last night’s debacles - how Asahi had sighed your name as he came, how he’d looked at you with half-lidded eyes while you rode him. You barely even notice it when you start rubbing your palm against your core, but when a surge of pleasure hits you, you sneak your hand under your panties and use two fingers to circle your clit gently. But you don’t want to get yourself off, not when your boyfriend is close by and you can ask him to make you feel good, because you know there’s little chance he’d say no. However, it’s siesta time, and you feel too drowsy to have proper sex, which is how you come up with your little idea.
“You’re not sleeping?” Asahi asks as he strips to his boxers and slips in the bed next to you when he’s done playing. You shake your head no, smiling gently up at him, and he takes you in his arms.
“I had an idea, actually,” you say into his chest.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
You pull away slightly so you can look at him while you talk. “Well, you know how sometimes, after we’ve had sex, you stay inside for a little bit? Just because it feels nice,” you start.
“Mhm,” he hums, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Well, I thought we could do that now. Like, to fall asleep, or something,” you mutter, voice wavering out of shyness towards the end and you look away from his burning gaze.
“So, you’re telling me you want me to be inside you, and I can’t move, because we’re supposed to sleep like that?” he enunciates. You nod. “That sounds like torture, babe,” he says half-seriously.
“What? No! It’ll be nice!” you pout.
He sighs, smiling fondly at you. “We can try, but I don’t think it’ll end the way you want it to. There’s a reason we usually do it after having sex, you know.”
“I know, but I wanna try anyway,” you say, excited by your small victory.
You pump him a few times to get him hard enough but stop him when he tries to help you, too. “I’m already wet,” you admit coyly, which makes him smirk.
“You naughty girl. Touching yourself when I’m not even that far away?” he tuts.
“I was thinking about you.”
“Good,” he smiles. “So, how are we doing this?”
Instead of answering him, you turn around and lean your back against his chest, one leg hiked up higher than the other for easier access, then tilt your head back to look at him. “Like this?” you ask, pressing your ass against his erection, and he nods. He lines up his tip with your entrance and presses a kiss to your neck. “Okay, ready?”
“Mhm.”
He slips in easily, the both of you sighing when he’s pushed in all the way. One of his arms serves as your pillow while the other holds you close by the waist. You’re silent for a few minutes, pretending to be oblivious to the small groans or sighs that leave the other’s mouth when one of you squirms, trying to find the most comfortable position.
“Will you really sleep like this?” Asahi asks after a while, voice low but with a slight tremble to it, and you can tell he’s trying to reign himself in. Of course, you should’ve seen this coming - maybe you had, but decided to ignore what was very obviously going to happen, fooling your boyfriend and yourself at the same time. He’s been still inside you for at least ten minutes now, and even if it feels nice to just have him like this and feel close to him, it’d be a lie to say you didn’t want him to move and just fuck you properly already.
So, now was the time to ask yourself: did you want to keep the charade up, and tease your boyfriend a bit longer, or did you want to end your suffering and his at the same time? An easy question, of course; the second option was no fun.
You manage the smallest, sleepiest voice you can, and answer him. “Yeah, this is nice.” You’re glad your back is facing him so that he can’t see you smirk when he audibly groans, his grip on your waist getting just a bit tighter.
“Fine,” he says, as if to convince himself, but the way he curses under his breath when you move your hips a bit more boldly than previously tells you that it is not actually fine. “Please, stay still,” he whispers close to your ear, the edge of a whine to his voice.
“Sorry, baby,” you coo, feeling his dick twitch inside you - when said the right way and at the right time, he really loved this nickname, and so did his dick, apparently.
Not two minutes later, just as you squirm against him again, his hand moves from your waist to your belly, pressing down and holding there. “Babe,” he whispers, then takes a pause to kiss up your neck to your ear, sucking lightly on your lobe before speaking again. “Please. You’re killing me, and I know you’re doing this on purpose, hm? Just to rile me up. So let me fuck you, and then we can sleep, yeah? Please?”
That last word is pronounced with so much desperation that you almost feel bad for keeping this up. It sends a shiver up your spine and you try to hide your smile but knowing you got him like putty in your hands so quickly brings you a bit too much pride and joy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby, I’m not doing anything,” you say in a voice that makes it clear you know exactly what he’s talking about, and he scoffs at that.
“Yeah? Want me to show you, then?”
Just like that, a switch flicks inside both of you. You had him a second ago; now, with six small words, he has you. As he pronounces those words, his hand travels down to find your clit and with two fingers starts to rub lazy circles on it. “Look at you. So fucking wet, and yet you pretend like you don’t want this.” He tilts his head so that his lips are right next to your ears. “‘Cause in the end, you’re just my little slut, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t even let you react to his taunt that he’s already bucked up his hips into yours, harsh. The single thrust has you whimpering - in just a few sentences, he’d managed to break your whole innocent facade down, and you who thought you had him wrapped around your finger were now fully at your boyfriend’s mercy. He thrusts again, strong and deep, the position allowing him to hit a spot buried inside you that gets you moaning like no other, and he knows it - there have been too many cuddling-turned-into-fucking situations for him not to have noticed that you loved this position. And he did too: he had access to your clit with one hand and to your upper body with the other, could feel your whole body against his, and could hit deep inside you. What more could he ask for?
And because he got you weak for him in mere moments, why not add to it?
He settles on a slow and sensual pace to make it easier for him to whisper nasty things into your ear, all while his nimble fingers continue to play with your clit. “I want you to answer me when I ask you a question, baby. I said, aren’t you my little slut? Mm?” he taunts, his free hand making its way to your chin and grasping it, tilting your head so you look up at him, but your eyes are shut tight in pleasure as you mumble out incoherent words. “Open your eyes and look at me while you say it,” he orders.
You struggle to open them, but when you do, he can feel his blood coursing through his veins. Your pupils are completely blown out in lust, and the slight crease in your eyebrows as you look up at him makes you look like you’re almost in pain - if you can call his torturously slow place painful. All he knows is that this is the exact expression you wear when you give yourself over to him fully, and he has all the control he wants over your body.
“Yes…”
“Yes what, baby?”
“Yes, I’m just your little slut,” you finally repeat, cheeks heating up, somehow still feeling embarrassed even in the position you’re in, but the humiliation only adds to your arousal.
“That’s a good girl,” Asahi beams, planting a soft kiss on your lips and letting go of your chin. You immediately bury your face in your pillow in the hopes of muffling your moans, but Asahi is quick to stop you. “None of that, now,” he tuts. “I want to hear you.”
You whine when his fingers leave your clit for a second to hike your leg up higher, but it’s immediately replaced by a loud moan as the new angle allows him to go somehow even deeper. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider as if by instinct, letting him simply rest the digit on your tongue; this was a regular occurrence when you and Asahi had sex ever since he’d found out how much you loved his hands and particularly his long, delicate fingers.
“Fa-faster, please,” you manage to say around his thumb, and he chuckles.
“Faster? Of course, baby,” he says, and his pace immediately picks up. “See how easy it is to just ask for things? You know I’ll give you anything you want, so I don’t know why you always act like a damn brat and make things harder for the both of us,” he huffs, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher as he speaks. You hope no one can hear the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass.
If your boyfriend wasn’t railing you into the sheets, you’d be thinking, “yes, of course, I can just ask, but what’s the fun in that, when I can get to the same result by teasing you and pissing you off instead?”, but maybe that’s just the brat in you talking. If you hadn’t taunted him like you had, the orgasm probably would’ve been less satisfying - still good, of course, since this was Asahi, but you liked working for your reward.
And indeed, your orgasm is more than satisfactory, especially when your boyfriend wraps his slender fingers around your throat and presses just the right amount, making you gasp for air as you come undone around his dick. He chases his own high desperately, bucking his hips sloppily and rapidly into yours until he finally releases inside you, painting your walls white.
He barely gives you any time to catch your breath and drift down to earth that he’s already slipped out of you only to replace his dick with two fingers, stuffing his cum into your hole before it can drip out. He watches with a smirk as your back arches at the overstimulation, praising you for being such a good angel after he makes you lick his fingers clean.
He uses tissues to clean you both up, then reminds you to go to the bathroom before you fall asleep. When you come back, he’s waiting for you arms wide open, and pulls you into a tight embrace as soon as you reach the bed. He kisses the top of your head, voice muffled when he says “you were so good for me today baby.” You can’t help but whine at the sudden praise, flustered out of your mind from him saying it when you’re not having sex, and hide your blush by burying your face in his chest.
It’s not everyday that Asahi shows you his meaner, rougher side, but when he does, you always sleep like a baby, your body sore from such intense pleasure. Sometimes, all it takes is a good fuck to sleep well.
-
A few days later, in an attempt to break your drinking-on-the-beach habit, Jaehyuk proposes that you all go out to the bars in New Town. Lucky for you, on vacations, you always pack for any occasion that may arise. Restaurant chic, restaurant casual, chilly evening, sweltering afternoon, beach day, mall outing, clubbing: name it, you have it.
The dress you brought for an evening out in the town is the perfect balance between summery and sexy: it shows some cleavage and some legs and fits you at the waist but spreads out over your hips and isn't tight over your arms. The fabric is pretty, white with small blue flowers, light and comfortable. But the reason you like it so much is that it was the dress you wore on the day you and Asahi finally confessed your feelings for each other, and you know he loves it as well.
He seats on the bed, legs spread comfortably, as he waits for you. He’d been looking around the room absent-mindedly but his eyes settle on you as soon as you step out of the bathroom, a wide grin blooming on his face as soon as he sees the dress you’re wearing.
“How do I look?” you ask with a smile, spinning in your dress.
Asahi gets up and comes to stand in front of you, hands on each side of your waist, just holding you gently there. He peers down at you with only love in his eyes - in fact, it seems like his affection for you is oozing from every one of his pores. “You look beautiful,” he speaks in a low voice, and you blush at the honesty in his tone. As your friends had mentioned a few days ago, Asahi had been extremely shy at the beginning of your relationship, looking away immediately when you made eye contact and getting nervous when simply holding hands, but now he could hold your gaze and compliment you like it was nothing. If anything, you’re the one getting flustered now.
“Pff, whatever,” you say to avert his attention from your bashfulness, but it just makes him laugh fondly at you. You’ll find another time to get back at him, you think.
“Wait here,” he suddenly says, “I’ve got something for you.”
“Ooh, a gift?” you perk up, but he just gives you an enigmatic style. You watch as he walks over to the bag he’d packed for the trip and unzips a hidden inside pocket, taking out a small box from it.
“Sahi…”
“Stand in front of a mirror,” he says softly, so you head back inside the bathroom, and he follows right after. He opens the box, revealing a silver necklace with a thin chain and the prettiest star pendant hanging from it.
“Is this-” you start, recognising the style of the jewelry immediately.
“Yep. I saw you browse through that brand’s Instagram too often to not get you anything. And look,” he says, holding up the underside of the pendant for you to see: a capital ‘A’ is inscribed in it. He holds up his wrist, showing you a bracelet you hadn’t seen before that looks like a slightly more masculine version of your necklace, and sure enough, it’s got the same star on one side and the first letter of your name on the other.
“It’s so pretty, baby, thank you so much, but,” you murmur, in slight disbelief at the sudden gift, “what’s all this for?”
He pouts his lips in thought as he hooks the piece of jewelry around your neck, letting the pendant rest between your collarbones, then sets his palms lightly on your shoulders, finding your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “No reason, really. Just felt like getting you a gift, then thought I’d do this whole romantic thing on the beach here but…” he stops here briefly, bending down to press his lips to your neck, making you need to take a deep breath in. “We’re going out tonight, and so many guys are going to see you looking like this… and I know what you’ll say, that I’m the one you’re going home with, but still, it’ll reassure me to know you have my initial around your neck. Even if it's just the two of us that are aware,” he ends with a small smile as he looks up at you.
“Hm,” you hum, mirroring his smile, “I like the sound of that.” His smile gets wider at your words, and he turns you around to press a firm kiss to your lips. You know the two of you, so you pull away before you can get carried away. “Let’s go now so they don’t chastise us for taking forever,” you say, and he nods, eyes already slightly blown-out from the simple kiss and proximity you just shared.
Because it’s Jaehyuk, or maybe because his family beach house is in a really expensive city, he takes you to a fancy bar that charges ten bucks for a cocktail that probably has two drops of alcohol in it. When he’s had enough of you and your friends’ complaints, he caves in and agrees to take you to a place with a more relaxed atmosphere, and although he “doesn’t see what was so wrong with the last place,” even he has to agree that this new bar, with its decoration that’s cheesy in a heartwarming way, music you can sing along to and beer pong tables strangers can compete against each other on, is a lot more fun.
You find an empty table big enough for all six of you at the back of the bar. Pushed by your eagerness to drink and the friendly ambiance around you, a surge of generosity hits you and you decide to pay for everyone’s first drink here. Sumin walks with you to the counter, the both of you leaving the table under the happy cheers and whoops of your friends.
There’s a bit of a line at the bar, but at least you’re not queuing by yourself. You haven’t even been waiting a minute for the bartender to notice you that a random guy sitting has already struck conversation with you and Sumin. In five minutes of talking to him, you learn that his name is Jake, that he’s here on vacation with his friends (whose table he points to, the three men waving at you) and that “you two ladies” are welcome to join them for a beer pong match later on. Judging by the four empty beer pints he brought with him and is waiting to be freshened, he’s not completely sober, which you guess is why he’s so talkative. You don’t mind it, though - his smile is contagious and he comes off more as overbearingly friendly than as threatening.
The bartender takes your order of six pints of beer and Sumin’s - who decided she’d also be generous tonight - of six tequila shots. She tells Jake you’re with your friends, but that beer pong sounds fun and she’ll pitch it to them. You wave Sieun and Mashiho over to help you carry the drinks back since they are the ones seated closest to the bar. Jake greets them with a smile then waves as you walk away with your drinks. You don’t notice the way his eyes linger on your figure as you head back to your table, but someone else definitely does.
Asahi hadn’t really paid attention to the interaction at first - you were just going to get drinks. But of course, he always likes keeping an eye on you, just to make sure everything’s okay, and he just can’t help but steal glances at you when you’re in the same room as him but not by his side. Oh, there’s a guy talking to you and Sumin. Whatever, that’s what people do in pubs, right? Chat up random strangers.
You’re smiling at the stranger. Well, that’s fine, of course. You’re friendly, and you’re polite. Why wouldn’t you be smiling?
Now you’re laughing. That guy probably made a joke or something. Laughing is just the nice thing to do! Nothing to worry about.
Finally, you’re heading back towards the table. Finally, that pretty smile of yours is directed towards him and not a random guy - wait, what the fuck? What’s up with that look he’s giving you? The eyeing your figure up and down, the smirk that appears on his face, Asahi sees it all. He can’t really blame the guy - if he thinks you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, then surely other people will find you pretty, or sexy, or whatever. He just wishes that guy didn’t have to show his interest so openly.
Jaehyuk elbows him slightly in the ribs, snapping Asahi out of his thoughts. “Maybe if you stare harder, that guy will burst into flames,” his friend teases but Asahi just chuckles dryly. He opens an arm when he sees you approach, beckoning you to his embrace after you put the drinks down on the table. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls away to look down at you with a smile. You’re a bit taken aback as your boyfriend is usually not the biggest fan of PDA, especially when it’s not just you and your friends, but you chalk his behavior up to the party atmosphere of the place and to the cocktail he had at the previous bar.
What you don’t know, however, is that he had kept his eyes trained on the guy at the bar when you couldn’t see it. A smirk appeared on Asahi’s face as he made eye contact with him just as he placed that kiss to your forehead, effectively letting him know you weren’t available. The guy - Jake, he found out when Sumin told them about a potential beer pong game - smirked sarcastically and turned away, grabbing his own drinks before heading back to his friends. That should do it.
Sieun raises her shot glass, gesturing for everybody to do the same, and tells Jaehyuk to give a small speech.
“Why me?” he asks defensively, a surprised look on his face.
“‘Cause you talk so well, always saying stuff just to say stuff. Go on then,” she prods, nodding her glass towards him.
He clears his throat and raises the shooter a bit higher, then looks at each one of you with intent. He’s so stupidly serious that you, Mashiho and Sumin can’t contain your snorts, but Asahi and Sieun are waiting expectantly. “I thank you, my friends, for joining me on this trip and bringing fun and happiness to the house. We’ve got four days left here, so let’s make the most of them, and let’s have fun tonight as well. Whoever those boys you guys talked to are, let’s destroy them at beer pong,” he declares, earning himself appreciative hums from the table. “Now, get your salt and lime ready, and let’s do this.” He waits for everyone to get their shot ready. “Alright. To us, and to friendship. Cheers!” he exclaims, ending his speech on a cute note. You scoff jokingly at how lame of a toast that was but bring your glass forth anyway, clinking it with your friends’ as you all echo his ‘cheers’. In almost perfect synchronization, the six of you lick the salt off of your hand, swallow down the tequila and bite into the lime to make the stinging taste go away. You turn to Asahi, giggling at his scrunched-up nose because of the alcohol even though you’re wearing the exact same expression.
Some thirty minutes later, Jake and who you guess are his friends stroll up to your table, asking if you’re ready for the game. With two shots (because Jaehyuk and Mashiho went to get some more) and one pint of beer in your systems, no one at the table is in a mood to refuse playing against strangers, especially if the game involves more alcohol. No one save for Asahi, whose grip on your waist gets slightly tighter, enough for you to notice but not enough to question, but with how eager everyone is to play, he doesn’t have much of a choice.
Jake’s friends’ names, you quickly learn, are Heeseung, Jay and Sunghoon, and they all study at the same university. The ten of you divide into two teams: Jake, Jay, Mashiho, Sumin and you versus Heeseung, Sunghoon, Asahi, Jaehyuk and Sieun. They didn’t let you and Asahi on the same team because your friends hate seeing you happy, apparently.
Except for Jay, who brushes every miss off with a laugh, Jake and his friends are really good at beer pong, and make almost every shot. Although you should be rooting for your team, you cheer whenever your friends succeed in getting the ping-pong ball in the cup on your end, even when you’re the one who has to gulp down the cheap beer. Mashiho, Jaehyuk and Sieun are the pride of your friend group in terms of beer pong ability (Jaehyuk and Sieun say they practiced to ‘impress the ladies’ while Mashiho just has a natural talent for that kind of stuff). To your dismay, however, whenever it’s your turn to drink, it’s Sieun’s turn to shoot, and by the second time she lands a shot, you know you’re not finishing this game sober. When it’s your third time having to drink, you complain she’s gonna get you wasted, and Jake suddenly grabs the drink from your hand, gulping it down quickly. He waves you off with a smile when you thank him, and you’re surprised by his hero-like behavior.
Asahi, whose turn is after Sieun’s, is lucky that you’re not very skilled, the alcohol not helping, and so that he doesn’t have to drink. Asahi. Right, Asahi. He’s not usually this quiet during night-outs, liking to watch your drunk friends’ reactions to his stupid grimaces and skits, but he doesn’t seem to want to participate in the fun tonight. On your third go, you warn your teammates to not expect too much. You pick up the small ball and lift your arm, ready to aim aimlessly, until you feel a warm hand wrapping itself around yours and a presence, ghost-like behind you. Without a word, Jake moves your hand and helps you throw, delivering a perfect shot. But you wouldn’t have known the ball had landed in a cup had the cheers around you not been so loud, because you weren’t looking at the ball’s trajectory.
You were looking up at your boyfriend from across the table. His arms are crossed and his eyes are so focused on something - or rather, someone - that he’s squinting hard, almost angry. But he’s not looking at you. You follow his gaze until you reach Jake, who’s smirking back at him as if victorious, and everything falls into place.
Your boyfriend is jealous.
Now, this is a rare occasion. Even if you and Asahi are both the type to be completely oblivious when somebody is flirting with you, or even when you’re accidentally flirting with somebody, you always notice when someone is flirting with the other. However, when that happens, you just stride up to them and the other person and make it clear that you’re dating so that the other person doesn’t embarrass themselves further, and then you head home and laugh about it. There is too much trust in your relationship for there to be that much jealousy - just a normal amount, things like “let me know who you’re going with and when you’ll be back,” “and who’s that person?” or “but we haven’t hung out much this week, can you stay with me this one time?”. Most importantly, you never do anything to make the other jealous on purpose, and if one of you has a bout of jealousy, you talk about it.
But that look in his eyes, the way he’s staring Jake down and the way he doesn’t even seem happy when he lands the shot, making Jake drink - he’s so obvious. He’s probably not even trying to hide it. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you just a tiny bit proud. You like these sides of Asahi that he keeps hidden most of the time, and possessive slash jealous Asahi in particular is very hot. Your favorite part about it is that right now, he’s acting like he’s all tough to ward Jake off, but you know he’ll be putty in your hands as soon as you get home, and you can’t wait.
You really can’t wait.
You sneak over to the opposite team’s side and snake your hands around your boyfriend’s waist when you reach him. You look up at him but he avoids your gaze, making you smile fondly.
“Sahi.”
“Hm?”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t it be?” he answers, finally looking down at you briefly, as if exchanging a glance will convince you.
“If I told you I wanted to go home,” you start, voice dipping a bit lower, “really badly,” you say as you trail a finger up his bare arm, satisfied to see goosebumps appearing on his skin, “would you come home with me?”
That gets his attention for sure. “I’ll go get our stuff,” he says before disappearing. He’s back in thirty seconds and you’ve barely had time to tell your friends you were leaving that he’s practically dragging you out of the bar.
“See you around, Y/N,” Jake says, but your boyfriend doesn’t let you answer.
“No, she won’t.”
You try hard to bite back a smile but as soon as you’re outside, the streets still bustling with young people trying to find a nice place to drink and the sun not even fully set yet, you’re beaming hard.
It’s not that cold, but Asahi drapes his jean jacket over your shoulders anyway, and you let him do it. You walk in silence, hand in hand, and you can almost see smoke coming out of his nose. You let him calm down for the whole duration of the walk back to Jaehyuk’s house, neither of you speaking up until you’re in the kitchen, standing on each side of the island counter and he’s filled two glasses of water.
“So, wanna tell me what that was all about?” you say, finally breaking the silence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, staring off into the distance with a slight frown.
“Babe, it’s written all over your face that you’re mad. Tell me why,” you prod, even though you know very well the reason behind his anger.
He sighs and looks at the marble countertop like there’s something interesting there. “That guy… Jake, or whatever his name was. He just… ugh, he just kept looking at you, and touching you, and I fucking hated it. He knew we were dating, I made it very, very clear. It was like he was doing it on purpose. And you didn’t- Why didn’t you- Did you not notice, or something?” he asks, his eyes finally looking into yours as if searching for an answer there. His voice had gone from frustrated to desperate, and that, paired with the crease in his brows as he looks at you, makes you think naughty thoughts.
You walk over to his side of the counter, never breaking eye contact and wearing a small smile that tries to be reassuring. When you’re finally in front of him, you rest both of your palms on his chest and his hands come naturally on each side of your hips. You think you might melt at the way he’s looking at you, desperately waiting for comforting words or actions, like you’re the only one that can make him feel better about this.
“As soon as I noticed, I came over to you and we left, baby,” you coo, trailing one of your hands from his chest to his cheek, cupping it, and he closes his eyes as he rests his head on your palm, your warmth coming as a much-needed relief to him. You swipe your thumb across his cheek in a loving caress. “You know I wouldn’t make you jealous on purpose.” You take a step closer to him and his arms wrap themselves around your waist, holding you tighter. “And you know you’re the only one I’d want to go home with, anyway.”
At that, he opens just one eye. “Really?”
You chuckle fondly at your boyfriend. “Of course, baby. Look,” you say and wait for him to open his other eye, then take the small pendant he’d gifted you a few hours ago and turn it around in your fingers so that the engraved ‘A’ is blinking up at him. “I literally have your initial around my neck.”
This should be enough to convince him, and maybe it is, but he decides to push it further anyway, coaxing more reassurance out of you. His eyes drop to the floor and his lips form a pout as he murmurs, “How do I know you’re telling the truth, though…”, then sneaks a glance at you, as if to gauge your reaction, and you understand immediately what he wants.
“Do you want me to show you, instead?” you ask, face so close to his that your whisper fans over his lips. You mirror his smile when he nods shyly, which you take as an invitation to press your lips to his, so you do. You want to keep the kiss light and soft, but Asahi seems to be in some kind of a hurry, judging by his fast-moving lips and hands grabbing everywhere they can. You lean back to look at him and push some hair away from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you say as you smile and bring your nose to his, brushing the tips together, which brings a smile to his face. “I’m right here.”
When a strong huff escapes Asahi’s nose, you pull away and wait for him to explain what’s bothering him. “I know, I know that, I just… You weren’t looking at him at all, I know that, but he was, and God, I don’t know why but it just pissed me off. Him and his friends, and they were looking at Sumin and Sieun too, you know, but obviously it bothered me more when they looked at you. And it makes sense ‘cause you’re the prettiest girl ever, and who wouldn’t look at you, but also I want to be the only want to look at you, but also it doesn’t matter as long as you’re only looking at me, but-”
You cut him off with a peck. “I only have eyes for you, my love,” you whisper against his lips. “C’mon,” you say, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom - you’re not going to risk having one of your friends come home and walk in on you giving head to your boyfriend in the kitchen.
When you get to the bed, you push gently down on his shoulders so that he sits at the edge of the mattress. Your eyes never leave each other, and the expectant look he wears paired with the fact that he’s handing over the control to you for once makes you want to do all kinds of things to him. However, you have a very set goal you must stay focused on for tonight.
You take a step between his legs and his hands come up naturally to your waist. There is only love and awe in your gaze as you brush your hands through his hair and all around his head until they come down to cup his face for a second, then continue their way to his shoulders. His eyes are closed as if he wants to focus on your touch only, and they stay that way even when he starts to feel you unbuttoning his shirt slowly and take the light piece of fabric off of him, leaving his upper body naked.
You sink down to your knees in front of him, tracing a fingernail down his chest and abs and watching as his muscles flex underneath your teasing touch. You take your time just tracing patterns on his skin and leaving kisses here and there, and by his growing erection and the way he’s grabbing at the sheets behind him you can tell that even with how much he wants you to stop playing around, he also wants to be patient and good for you.
Your hands come down to his knee and you rub up and down his thighs a few times, getting closer to his inner thighs and to his erection every time until you finally press a palm over it, smiling when he releases an audible sigh at the small relief you’re finally giving him.
“You have no idea how much I love you, Sahi,” you say in a low voice as you start unbuckling his belt, still taking your sweet time. “I’d do anything to make you happy, and I want to be the only one who can make you feel good, so don’t ever think I’m looking at anyone else.”
He lets out a low hum in response, and you press a kiss to his lower belly before fully undoing his belt and his trousers. You ask him to raise his hips so you can take them off along with his underwear, and you finally have him fully naked in front of you. His eyebrows are creased and his breathing is already heavy and irregular without you having done much. He can’t even stop a moan from leaving his lips when you take him in your hand and start to very slowly bring your palm up and down his shaft, using the precum that’s already started to gather at his tip as lube. Your other hand is on his thighs, caressing it gently and sometimes grabbing at the skin. “So hard for me, hm?” you murmur, just to rile him up a bit.
When you start to pick up your pace just a bit, you bend your head down to press kisses to his thighs and bite the soft, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs to leave red marks there. At this point, his head is thrown back in pleasure, and with the house fully empty, he is not afraid to be as loud as he wants. Strings of curses and your name are constantly escaping him as well as groans and whines when something feels particularly good. When you lick a long stripe up his shaft and circle your tongue around his tip, he’s practically a gone man, his loud moans filling the room as he tries and fails to not buck his hips up into your mouth.
You come up for a breath of air, replacing your mouth with your hand so he doesn’t lose his momentum. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess all over my hand?” you taunt right before taking him back in your mouth, going down on his cock as far as you can. In mere seconds, you feel his thighs start to shake underneath your palms and his moans start to get higher in pitch, a sure sign of his climax being close. Usually, you’d swallow around his cock, but you’ve got another idea for tonight so you pull away and jerk him off as fast as you can while playing with his balls.
“C-coming…” he warns uselessly as ropes of his hot, white cum shoot all over his stomach and on your hand. You don’t let him calm down before taking his chin in your hand and tilting it down to make him look at you as you lick your fingers clean first, then his stomach, the taste of his cum and sweat filling your mouth.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes out in disbelief when you’re done with your little show, making you chuckle. He lets his body collapse onto the bed and you follow him, resting on your side with your head on your palm so you can trace your fingernail over his bicep and look at him as his breathing slows down, eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Your pretty angel. Only you get to see him like this, and you’re eternally grateful for that honor.
“I should get jealous more often,” he jokes after a few minutes when you thought he’d fallen asleep.
“I’ll always remind you that you’re the only one I want,” you whisper, making him open his eyes to look at you. That’s when he realizes that you’re still fully clothed while he’s butt naked.
He sits up, and before you can say anything, he’s taken your spot on the floor, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, and he pulls you towards him by the hips. His hands ride up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress over your hips to reveal your soaking panties to him. “God, you’re so wet,” he marvels at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear. You hadn’t even realized your core had been aching this whole time, so focused you were on making him feel good.
“You don’t need to, Sahi-”
“I want to,” he says, effectively cutting you off, then licks a stripe up your clothed core, the simple action enough to have you whimpering. Something - maybe your scent, or your taste, or the sounds you’re making, or all three - seems to take over him, and suddenly he’s a starved man. Not even bothering to take them off, he pushes your panties to the side and starts sucking at your clit so hard it’s almost painful, but the sting only adds to the pleasure. He’s always passionate when he eats you out, but this is another level of desire and eagerness to make you feel good that just makes your whole body weak and your throat raw with how much you’re moaning.
The knot in your stomach is already close to bursting not even a minute in, so you force Asahi to pull away and gesture for him to get on the bed, “please” and “I need you” leaving your lips like they’re the only things you can say. He’d usually chuckle at your impatience, but this time, he obeys you without a word, eyes half-lidded and blown out with lust, and cock already hard again.
He sits up on the bed, back against the headboard, and urges you to come and straddle his hips. Even now you’re still too restless to take your underwear off so you push it to the side once again as you line yourself up with his tip and sit down on him, bottoming out quickly. He gives you no time to adjust to his size before thrusting up into you, hard and desperate, and you’re so wet that he slips right in anyway. You’re a moaning mess on top of him, and he’s a moaning mess underneath you. Your hands can’t stay still, going from holding onto his shoulders, to clawing at his back, to tugging harshly at his hair. His arms are wrapped around your waist, sometimes holding you by the hips and bringing you down onto his cock just as he bucks his own into yours.
One of the reasons that you love sex with Asahi, other than the fact that you love him more than your heart can handle, is that it is always different and exciting. Tonight, you’re absolutely lost in each other, rendering your body to pleasure and your desire for each other. His scent takes up all of your senses, the pure bliss he is making you feel is intoxicating and you can’t think of anything else, only him. And judging from the expressions and the sounds he’s making, he feels the same way.
It all gets too much; he’s hitting the exact right spots and touching you just the way you like it, like you won’t break, like you’re solid under his touch and he can hold on tight, even leaving bruises. All you can do is collapse on top of him and hope he has enough strength for the both of you. His grip on you fastens even further, holding you as close as physically possible to him, but even that is barely enough. You just want to stop feeling where your body stops and his starts; you want the two of you to become one.
Just when you think it couldn’t get better, Asahi starts talking. The words flow out of his mouth like he’s not thinking about them, and he can’t halt them. “I‘m gonna… gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby inside that beautiful body of yours. Gonna give you a fucking baby and then everybody will know you’re mine and mine only.” Almost every word is punctuated with a harsh thrust, and you can only moan back in response.
And finally, everything that had formed into the tightest of knots inside of you undoes itself all at once, and your orgasm ripples through your body in waves, your body shaking on top of his as the feeling of your walls clenching around him like they never have before send him tumbling over the edge as well, pulling a second release out of him tonight.
The both of you stay there for a few blissful moments, simply waiting for your breath to resume their normal pace and for your senses to come back down from such an intense high. His hands roam your back and your fingers graze through his hair, anchoring touches as if trying to tether yourselves to each other.
You manage to recuperate a bit of energy and ask Asahi if he wants to go take a shower to clean up together, which he sleepily but gladly agrees to. He even starts a bath, which you tip-toe into after you’ve soaped each other clean in the shower, not without some giggles, wandering hands and curious lips. You sit back between his legs, letting the combined warmth of his body and of the water relax you.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” he suddenly apologizes after he’d been silently tracing patterns on your forearm for a small while.
“What? Why?” you ask, voice laced with concern as you turn your head, the side of it resting on his chest so that you can hear his heartbeat. Slow and steady, as always. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I did, though. I got jealous for no reason and made you go home earlier on our night-out with our friends when none of it was even your fault.” He buries his face in your hair and presses a small kiss to the crown of your head.
You think for a few seconds before speaking next. “It’s normal to get jealous sometimes. If there was a girl chatting you up even though she knew you were in a relationship - which has happened before, by the way - I’d get jealous too. Especially cause you’re so oblivious,” you tease, and he cracks a small chuckle.
“I can’t argue with you on that one. But you’re not a lot better.”
“That’s true,” you smile. “And anyway, it’s not like either of us gets super possessive or anything. A little jealousy never hurt anyone. And I kinda like it, you know,” you add as an afterthought, smiling shyly as you take one of his hands in yours and play with his fingers. “It makes me feel like you’re mine as much as I’m yours.”
“Of course I am,” he says, bending down to kiss your ear and your cheek, making you giggle. “I’m all yours.”
“Sahi?” you call out after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Mm?”
“Do you actually want a baby?” you ask, remembering his earlier words, and you feel his body tense underneath you.
“Oh- God- um, about that, I, um- No! No, I don’t-”
“Oh…” you say, surprising yourself at how disappointed you are.
“I mean, yes! Yes, I do, of course I want to have babies, just not right now. But I want to have babies with you, at some point. If that’s okay, I mean. Like, if you don’t want babies, that’s fine-”
Your giggles interrupt his rambling, and he can’t help but chuckle himself. “Okay, babies, but not right now. We’re too young. But at some point.”
“At some point,” he repeats, and presses an umpteenth kiss to your head.
“What was that talk all about earlier, then?”
“Just… possessiveness, I guess. As a disclaimer, I don’t actually believe that you’ll belong to me just because I knock you up, or anything, this isn’t the Middle Ages,” he defends, making you giggle again. “And I don’t think you belong to me, at all. Not more than in the sense of I love you and you love me, so we’re each other’s, if that makes sense.”
“That makes sense,” you reassure.
“But… I don’t know… The thought of my baby in you…” he says, then takes a deep breath as if to steady himself. “Let’s just say it’s a very, very nice thought.”
You stay in the bath until the water grows cold, talking about this and that and feeling the other’s skin under your fingertips. You barely bother to dry off before getting into the bed, letting the other’s warmth and the mild heat of a summer night do the job. It takes you a while to fall asleep because you’ve both got a surge of energy from the bath, and you can’t stop giggling at nothing and planting small kisses all over each other’s faces, hands grabbing at whatever skin they can find and playing with the other’s hair. Around three a.m., just as you decide you need to calm down and go to sleep, your friends come home and cause a ruckus loud enough in the kitchen that it reaches your ears as they, you guess, make late-night ramen to appease their ebriety before going to bed.
Finally, at some point, you let the low hum of the fan, the whoosh of the waves coming to you through the open window and your boyfriend’s quiet snores lull you to sleep, and you fall into the arms of Morpheus with a smile on your face.
-
Because time doesn’t care about your fun, you wake up one day, and it’s already your last day of vacation.
You all spend the morning and half of the afternoon packing and cleaning up the house, or at least the parts you used, even if Jaehyuk hired cleaning staff to come after you left. Still, it’s the least you can do to not leave it disgusting.
You’re done around five p.m., and you decide to relax a bit before dinner, so you and Asahi head to the beach - for some alone time, he specifies, so that no one follows you there. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the two are up to - you’ve been spending the whole day brushing past the other and leaving subtle touches here and there or looking at the other with nothing less than sex in your eyes, purposefully trying to rile the other up in a silence game of who will give in first.
You know you’ve won when Asahi presses into you as soon as you’ve set your little camp on the beach, which consists of a huge beach towel and a wide umbrella to hide you from both the burning sun rays and the burning stares of other beachgoers.
“What did I tell you the other day about being a brat, hm?” he taunts as he hovers over you, planting wet, ravenous kisses to your neck as his thumb plays with your bikini-covered clit.
“As if you weren’t acting the same,” you say, retaliating by palming him over his swimming trunks. In moments like these, your impatience takes over your want to tease the other, and you often end up helping each other get ready with hungry touches and open-mouthed kisses before Asahi pushes himself into you, waiting for a small moment before setting a quick and steady pace. It’s lighthearted and you can’t stop smiling even when the pleasure sets itself in your whole body, making your blood run quicker and your heart beat harder.
Asahi, who’d been desperately trying to hide his boner for the last few hours, can’t stop himself for cumming first, but he gives you no time to tease him about it, because you’ve barely opened your mouth to say something that he’s already pulled out, replaced his cock with two of his long fingers, and attached his lips to your clit, making you yelp in surprise. His tongue and digits know their way around your core like no other, and in what feels like five minutes, he’s made you cum twice around them.
“What was that for?” you ask out of breath when he’s snaked his way back up your body, after licking his fingers clean of your slick, of course.
“For making fun of me for cumming first. I can’t help it that you feel so good, you know,” he smirks, tucking sticky strands of hair because of sweat behind your ear.
“But I didn’t even say anything!”
“Didn’t need to, you were thinking it hard enough.” You punch his shoulder playfully - you’re pretending to be annoyed when there’s really nothing to complain about when your boyfriend decides to give you two orgasms in a row as ‘punishment,’ and he knows that.
Your bodies feel a bit gross from sweat so you put on your swimsuits back on and race each other to the sea, jumping in immediately without a care for how cold the water feels against your sun-heated skin. Splashing each other and playing around soon turns into making out with your hips hooked around his waist, the sea making you weigh nothing in his arms. You savor his taste especially today because this is the last day where you’ll get to kiss him, wet and salty and like he holds summer on his tongue.
You return to the beach after a while to eat the snacks you brought with and rest some, Asahi cuddling your body and resting his head between your breasts as you read the single book you’d brought on this trip and had read maybe fifty pages in two weeks from.
Sieun’s voice calling out from a few meters away gently pierces your little bubble of warmth and comfort. “We’re getting ready for dinner and Jaehyuk is making us cocktails, if you guys wanna join.”
You quickly pack up your stuff and the three of you head back to the house. “What kind of cocktails is he making?” you ask.
She smiles before answering, recognising the irony of her next words. “Sex on the beach.”
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That night, as the six of you watch the fireworks that Jaehyuk and Asahi set off and that you’d bought on your first day here, you take a second to look around at your friends and their smiling faces, without a care in the world, illuminated by the colorful lights. You feel your boyfriend’s hold on your waist tighten as he brings you closer to him and lets you rest your head on his shoulder. Wherever they are, I’ll be happy. Wherever he is, I’ll be home, you think. Even if you’ve got years of life and countless adventures waiting in front of you, right now, you’re just enjoying the moment, happy to be here, surrounded by the people you love. It doesn’t feel like it could get better than this, and yet.
Your boyfriend looks down at you and you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him. You smile at each other as the others ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ at the bright displays of smoke and fire in the night sky. His eyes tell you that there are many more happy moments to come, indeed.
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the MCU's rhetoric about political resistance/change is often so insidious. the only time we see people who want to change the status quo, theyre destructive and often incapable of feeling compassion for anyone outside of the group theyre fighting for. so the only two options are siding with the cruel antagonist who wants real change and the heroes who will make small concessions so that the audience feels good but ultimately they uphold the harmful status quo. I'm not saying this doesn't happen in real life, but when a trope pretty much becomes the default, you start to see the writer's political messages coming out. ESPECIALLY when the primary threat comes from exploited working class people/oppressed minorities and not the colonialist powers and corporations that put them in that position.
sidenote: when i watched black panther 2 and realized that the primary conflict was going to be black people fighting indigenous people and that western hegemony and exploitation of resources was just a side plot, I immediately lost all hope for that film. I loved the music, the visuals and the fight scenes, but the writing?? i was so disappointed. All the dissatisfaction I felt from Black Panther 1 came flooding back. Before they were pitting us against each other, this time it was against another oppressed group...hhhhhhh. anyway jokes on me for expecting different. I really just need to read The Deep (and if its anything like the song its based on, its probably much better executed than wakanda forever).
anyway, yes, the audience has the freedom to see things with nuance but i dont think most people will (because "its just a fun superhero move, why are you taking it so seriously?"), and I dont think the writers want them to - otherwise they'd start including more nuanced characters rather than villains who we are shown have to be defeated for the greater good, no matter how valid their arguments may be. and I understand that the vast majority of people are not watching superhero movies looking for nuance and depth but thats all the more reason why so much of the MCU's writing is concerning. Every time we're faced with a troubling political/ecological debate, the conclusion is that whoever tried to change things was in the wrong, and we'll make a small concession at the end so everyone feels somewhat satisfied and doesn't really have to confront any uncomfortable implications.
ex: infinity war shows us Thanos' eco fascism as the main (and only?) criticism of the overconsumption of resources. I may be wrong but I don't remember anyone talking about sustainability as vital solution or anything...and in FATWS the conversation is STILL about the pros and cons of the Snap - not anything to do with sustainability...because that would require the audience to be confronted with real life political implications that are bit too close to home. Even to have one or a few characters suggest an alternative and for Thanos to shoot it down because he doesn't trust people to be sustainable, and because he truly thinks killing people is the best possible plan (which makes no sense btw because it implies that all species are overpopulated at the same and that every single species in the universe consumes resources in the same way..they made movie!Thanos *seem* so intelligent but his thought process literally makes no sense. and fans bend over backwards to justify it because "hes the mad titan" even though you clearly cant use that defense based on the way he's written in the film. The writers clearly want us to see him as rational but cruel...anyway its not 2018 so let me stop beating the dead horse of this tired topic)
basically, theres rarely (if ever) a middle between the two extremes, because theres no room for that. There has to be a good guy and a bad guy...perhaps a well intentioned and misguided bad guy, but ultimately still a bad guy. The options are: pretty much nothing but minor things change and the problem still exists OR everything changes but it would require the violent villain getting their way and killing innocent people in the process.
anyway thank god for the spiderverse , which actually does the opposite (and thank god spiderverse is not directly part of the MCU and the writers actually have something to say). I think the loki show may be doing something similar but im not caught up so idk. loki to me feels like spiderverse but with less narrative cohesion
#mcu criticism#marvel criticism#say what you will about the boys but at least it has a message thats not half as wishy washy as the mcu
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Hello! Thank you so much for your advice on this blog, I learned so much reading your posts!
I also have a question that I'm somewhat stuck on. How do you construct a plot that has twists and a lot of intricacies? I don't know if I'm explaining properly, but so far, all of my plots have been somewhat,,,basic? I've tried following the advice on all the posts about constructing a plot, but while i have the skeleton of a basic plot, I can't expand it into those intricate and complex storylines that make a story exciting and full of new things and twists to discover.
I really want to make a story that has a sprawling storyline with twists and reveals and mystery and dicoveries, but I can't come up with it, as silly as it sounds. I don't know if it's because my creative skills are lacking, but I'm wondering if there is a way to improve my ability to craft such plots. As I am a beginner, I understand that it'll take a lot of work until I reach a level where my writing skills are really good, but this roadblock has been pulling the fun out of writing a bit.
I hope my message is understandable, and I'm sorry if something is confusing, english is my third language! Thank you again so much for all your help
Crafting an Intricate Plot with Twists and Surprises
The thing about all those twists, discoveries, mysteries, and reveals in a sprawling story is that they're all related to the story's conflict. So, before you can come up with all of those little intricacies, you have to understand plot and conflict. Read through the following posts for help with understanding plot and conflict:
Basic Story Structure
Beginning a New Story
How to Move a Story Forward
Plot Driven vs Character Driven Stories
Understanding Goals and Conflict
Once you have a conflict, it will be easier to come up with all the mysteries and surprises that make stories unique. You can also read through my post Guide: Filling Your Creative Well for ideas on how you can expand your imagination for these things.
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hi!! may i request platonic cuddling with xiao, childe, scaramouche and venti with a fem best friend reader?? have a nice day!!
Fem Best Friend Reader cuddling with Characters!
Ahhh thank you so much for requesting this makes me so happy! I'm not very good at writing platonic, but I tried my best. I hope you liked it! Let me know if you have any tips or tricks on how to improve my writing
Plot: Fem best friend reader cuddling with characters!
Characters: Xiao, Childe (Tartaglia), Scaramouche, Venti (In order)
(Not Proofread, let me know if there are any major mistakes!)
Xiao
I don't see Xiao being very cuddly, and her certainly wouldn’t initiate
But if u manage to gain this Yaksha's favor, he wouldn't retract from you when you reached out
At first, he was somewhat awkward, and you took the lead. Knowing your best friend, you took it pretty slow (You didn't want him disappearing on you after all)
You took it one step at a time. It started off with light touches such as brushing your hands together or petting his hair
But one day while you two were admiring the sunset and talking, you took the big jump. You snuggled up against him pulling the blanket on the sofa over both of you
"There," You smiled.
Xiao could only look at you with shock. He felt your warmth against him, something he had slowly become accustomed to.
"What?" You pursed your lips, "No need to be so shy. Come on you cuddle me too. This is how people show love and affection." You grabbed his arm and hooked it behind your shoulders
Instruct him on every step, he isn't used to it. He will not know how to do things at first
But as he gets more used to it, he will grow more comfortable, although he would never initiate
He might show signs of wanting to spend more time together
"(Y/N)," Xiao appeared behind you as you were sitting by the edge of a small lake, looking at the fish swim around. He sat down next to you and looked at this fish as well
The fact that he didn’t dare look at you gave it away. You giggled and hugged him, "Yes Xiao?"
Maybe this concept of human affection wasn't so bad
Childe
I'm kind of conflicted with this man
Like I can see him being touchy but at the same time I can see him being more arm's length type
But, he can tell you like the touches so he feels more comfortable being touchy
You two don't really remember when was the first time you two started the physical affection, but you know what the first few acts wee
You would hook arms and walk around, or play fight
He would also pick you up and walk around with you hoisted over his shoulder, his face with a calm smile as you struggled
"Put me down!" You lightly hit his back. You had been yelling at him to put you down for the past few minutes, so when he did you didn’t really expect it. He hauled you on the sofa and then jumped down himself.
"Ah I'm so tired from work." He said as he slowly sank down and started to smush you underneath him. You giggled, a little out of breath, "Childe!"
He stopped and then sat up correctly, hugging you a bit more seriously this time. You guessed he must've had a hard day at work, he needed this today.
After the first few times you guys actually cuddled, it became a normal thing that you two did often
When you'd go over to his house, you'd probably cuddle on the couch with him reading a book of some sort and commenting on it
Or you'd eat a snack together under a tree
"Book characters can be weird sometimes. If you hear a strange noise, why would you go towards it? Especially knowing there's danger"
As if the fates had wanted to test your patience, you heard a noise outside, and Childe perked up, "Stay here." He said getting up.
Oh boy...
You grabbed his arm and yanked him back down, using your blanket to trap him, "What did I just say!" You closed the book using your finger as a place holder and lightly tapped his head, "Come on we're about to finish the chapter"
Childe sighed and smiled, grabbing the book so you can both read, "Very well then."
You leaned your head against his shoulder and kept reading, and by the end of the evening you’ve somehow managed to get the whole book finished. Time really does fly.
Scaramouche
Another one I don’t really see cuddling much.
He's cold and a little teasing, so maybe to catch you off guard one day he just....
Scaramouche pulled you down on the couch next to him as you passed him by. He had seen how flustered many people had gotten when they were touched by others and truthfully wanted to see your reaction
"Ah, Scara what are you doing?" You asked a bit surprised. He pulled u against him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so you can't escape.
"Well?" He smirks at you.
You chuckled, something he didn’t expect and caught him off guard, "Aww you wanna cuddle?" You hugged him back. Scaramouche was shocked and didn't know what to do, so he simply pushed you off the couch stood up and walked away. He's not paying for his consequences
After that day, when Scaramouche learned you were ok with physical touch and cuddles, he kinda hinted at wanting it.
Like he would sit on the couch and tap his foot impatiently clearly expecting something
Or he'd make a comment about how cold he was when in truth he just wanted to cuddle next to you
In all honesty, after years of being so closed off, he found the physical touch and warmth refreshing
"(Y/N), close the door? It's cold." Scaramouche said in a flat tone, his legs crossed and a book in hand. One of his arms was resting along the back of the couch and there was a space that seemed to be reserved for a certain someone. You closed the door and then made your way next to him, grabbing the book out of his hand and throwing it behind you, "I'll warm you up faster"
He opened his mouth to say something back, but you cut him off, "But! As payment you have to tell me about your day."
Scara scoffed and rolled his eyes, "What a nuisance."
Venti
Out of all of these, he is definitely by far the touchiest!
Since the beginning he would always be surprise hugging you from behind and tackling you. He'd often hold your hand walking around Monstadt as well!
Venti loved physical affection and he is happy to show his love and adoration for you! After years of being lonely without a friend, he isn't going to let you slip away that easily!
On top of that, he has many regrets regarding past relationships, so he is going to make sure this one counts
"Yaho~" Venti glided down from the top of the tree at Windrside where you had to just stopped for a rest. His course was directly for you and you yelped and quickly began to run, you knew where this was going
Venti tackled you to the ground with a hug, "(Y/N)! Don’t run away I missed you. Having you go away to Liyue was as painful as having my heart ripped out and destroyed before my eyes."
"You're so dramatic. It was four hours." You pushed him off and laughed, dusting your shirt off.
Venti grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the top of the tree using his anemo powers. On one of the large branches he leaned against you and took out his lyre, "Four hours is enough time to write a sad tune about how lonely I was. Want to be my audience?"
You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder, ready to listen.
Venti sometimes also needed cuddles for when he wasn't feeling so playful. He's lived many years and seen many things, and sometimes he has doubts
The memories from his friend and the archon war as well as all the mistakes he had committed along the way were sometimes better to remember some days rather than others.
"(Y/N)" Venti slurred. He had knocked on your door and when you opened you say the bottle he had in hand and his tipsy movements.
You helped him inside, "Venti have you been drinking again?"
Venti shook his head, "I have to Idea what you're talking about my dearest friend" His smile faded and he looked down to the floor.
You didn't know how to tell what was going on in his head, but you knew how pained he looked. Gently taking the bottle of wine away from him and leading him to the couch, you whispered reassuring words, like how he was going to get through this and wasn't alone now. Once on the couch he cuddled up on your side, hugging you close and his breathing slow. He eventually fell asleep, his thoughts before drifting off being of how grateful he was to have found a friend like you.
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I know you've touched on it in the past, and sorry for using your inbox as a sounding board, but as someone who wants to believe Marisha and Laura when they say Laudna and Imogen love each other...I'm a bit disappointed that like...3 or 4 days have gone by in game since Laudna's resurrection and neither has even attempted to make it a point to seek out the other. I could understand if they tried and got spoken over or the plot got in the way, but damn...if someone who I was traveling with and I loved, platonically or romantically, died, id probably make it a point to pull them aside and check on 'em at some point, and the otherside if id died and came back id look to the person I love for comfort.
Hi anon,
So, I am going to answer this as seriously and as respectfully as I can but I do want to note you’ve asked perhaps one of the people in the fandom most skeptical towards this ship; with the least amount of patience just like, in general; among the most willing to get into analyzing fandom response and not just what’s onscreen; and among the louder voices clamoring for more Yios content. So I want to set the expectation that I greatly enjoyed this episode and am a somewhat unsympathetic ear. I am truly honored you wanted me as a sounding board, but also very confused. Unless you want a perspective you know will be very different than yours, in which case, genuinely, mad respect.
(below a cut because this is like a page and a half long)
This was a fast-paced episode that skewed heavily towards logistics, and there were very few opportunities for serious one-on-one conversations of any sort. I also am just guessing here, but I think that Laura is somewhat cognizant of how up front Imogen has been in this campaign in general and specifically (and understandably) during the most recent few episodes, and is trying to be thoughtful about taking up more screen time. Similarly, as Marisha said on this week’s 4-Sided Dive, Laudna feels almost embarrassed at how much work her friends had to go through to bring her back, and is unlikely to ask for more help right now.
Imogen and Laudna’s relationship has always, in my opinion, been marked by their mutual terror of getting too real and actually revealing their feelings to each other; they are, as of yet, wholly unwilling to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. It feels entirely in character that Imogen’s more than willing to snipe at Ashton or FCG for their good-faith attempts to help Laudna that don’t line up with her own understanding, or to force a potato-based meal on the whole party without even asking Laudna if she’ll be upset by a lobster dinner, but won’t, well, actually ask Laudna if she’ll be upset by a lobster dinner.
These are two desperately lonely people who found each other and cling to each other, but who cannot have an honest emotional conversation. They apologized for the gnarlrock fight, but never addressed the underlying issues. And with Delilah seemingly gone, there goes that excuse, and if there’s another fight? It’s just going to be between them, and they will need to grapple with it.
For what it’s worth, I hope they do. I actually would be thrilled to find something that makes me care about Imogen and Laudna as a romantic ship, and I think that if a catalyst (conflict, probably) were to happen to force them both to be even a little honest with each other, it could absolutely blossom into a love both compelling and wonderful. But Laudna’s death is not that thing. They still both see themselves as the protector of the other - in fact that’s likely to have worsened, not improved, what with their respective feelings of guilt - without ever actually articulating it to each other. They can only talk about their pasts in terms of the immediate actionable items (get rid of Delilah, find your mother). They’ve never, in almost 40 episodes, really talked about how they feel (they've each said more to FCG and Ashton; it's telling that Imogen's greatest moments of honesty are in Imahara Joe's basement in the immediate aftermath of Laudna's death). And without something to force the issue, I think as time goes on it will get harder, rather than easier, because how do you say “hey, Laudna? I hate how my powers make me feel and I’m drowning here and you keep telling me I’m so capable” after 2+ years of tightly smiling and letting it pass? Honestly, it’s telling that the fandom saw Laudna as cheerful in the past, instead of almost manic at times; I suspect Imogen is making this same mistake.
I also know that a significant portion of the fandom is obsessed with this ship, and Laudna has some very…passionate fans, shall we say. But I don’t actually think the cast is terribly obsessed with this ship. Which isn’t to say they do or don’t like it or that it will or won’t happen in canon! But it is to say that the cast is well aware that this is Critical Role and not the Imodna Show. The fandom may forget, but the cast is quite aware that there are five other characters and twenty other one-on-one PC relationships that exist, not to mention that Imogen and Laudna do in fact exist as individuals with lives that do not solely revolve around each other.
I should also for that matter just note that I outright detest the dual and probably intertwined fandom trends of “My ship characters ONLY care about each other and no one else in the party” and “The plot should stop short and everyone should focus on my favorite character,” and here’s the thing: the plot did, in fact, stop mostly short and everyone did focus on Laudna for most of the last four episodes. And to be clear, focusing on bringing back Laudna makes perfect sense, and I'm not saying that you're doing this. But it does mean my patience for “but what about Laudna” is, right now, at something of a nadir. I would like to see the focus shift to other characters for a bit and, as mentioned, I think the cast is also cognizant of that.
The last thing I want to cover is that look, you’re on anon, and I don’t know you, and I am not positioning myself as a paragon of 100% healthy coping mechanisms and radical emotional honesty, and the fact that my favorite characters per campaign have been, respectively, Vex, Fjord, and Ashton is fairly revealing. But: would you reach out to your closest friend after a wildly traumatic and destabilizing event if you explicitly saw yourself as trying to make their life better than yours had been? Would you do this in the wake of a second tragedy with a permanent dead body just before you got on a long distance flight to Math Orc City, after having been tasked to kill your murderer? Or would you perhaps be kind of subdued withdrawn? Because I’d be the latter, and, having been openly frustrated with Laudna in the past, I love Marisha's choice to play Laudna this way and think it feels very real and interesting.
So to sum it all up: if you don’t have Imodna-colored shipping goggles onto which you have glued horse blinders to block out the rest of the party, this episode was great. I think that the choice to neither have Laudna reach out to Imogen, nor Imogen reach out to Laudna, nor for any real Laudna-centric conversations with anyone to have happened yet is very understandable for many in and out of game reasons. (This is already too long so I’m not even going into depth about how Bells Hells is very closed off as a group but: they are and that’s relevant) It’s absolutely valid if you’re disappointed, but I do not share this disappointment, even a little bit.
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>YOUR BRAIN IS SO SEXY AND HUGE
sherlock's words that brain is sexy are forever in my heart. i'm shy.
most likely, i will seem creepy to you after i describe my dream haha
oh yeah, i don't understand why there isn't a queue for sea. to be honest, i expected to see him in minor roles in several projects, and now i'm deeply surprised that this is not the case.
about a dream about an oldboy drug addict. you know, sometimes i think the wildest ideas come when you're sick or drunk. in my case, i had a high fever, i didn't sleep well and apparently caught parish.
in my dream very bright colors (colorist talay is delighted with them).
it is somewhat reminiscent of the movie 'things we lost in the fire': despite the sad story about death of father of the family, colors are very bright and it is not sad to watch.
sea plays the role of two twin brothers. sun is a retired police officer, confined to a wheelchair due to an accident in the service, and now teaches legal disciplines remotely. moon is a drug addict who dropped out of university. his addiction is so severe that his nose bleeds from the use of substances, but he can't stop. sun tries to help brother, to reason with him, looks for his stash, places him in a clinic, but to no avail. one day moon comes home late at night and notices his brother on the floor and what's left of him. here follow the pictures of the 25th frame, in the best traditions of tarantino films. moon realizes that he and his brother were confused and killed the wrong one, despite the fact that moon is much thinner than sun. moon, not finding his brother's gun in the house, takes out a baseball bat and goes to a nightclub whose owner distributes drugs. he is surprised that moon is alive and is trying to contact someone, but moon knocks information out of him with a bat, who committed the massacre of his brother and goes over heads, sparing no one (in the best traditions of oldboy and kill bill) until he gets to the boss who started it all. he tells him that he made the biggest mistake of his life by killing the wrong person. 'i'm much stronger than my bro'. the dream ends at sun's grave, where moon comes and tells sun that he knows that he has very little time left to live and they will meet soon.
the details:
-moon has an amazing fir green hair color and a red shirt that turns an incredible red and black color when he finally gets to the main boss.
-moon studied philosophy at university before dropping out. and almost all the time quotes excerpts about revenge.
-while he is dealing with the boss, the song 'sonne' by 'rammstein' is playing in the background.
-the dream begins in a nightclub where moon is high and kissing two people at the same time.
-sun has a sun pendant. moon has a moon pendant.
i need to be sick less, i know hahah
p.s. gun as the twins is the best thing that happened to 'not me'.
p.s.2. after your words, i will go to review '55:15' for the third time. i really love this series and its muted colors.
p.s.3. gmm needs more diverse stories. stories about schoolchildren are pretty fed up. probably the last school series i liked (no, not msp) this is 'remember 15'.
p.s.4. i support your manifesto more than anyone else.
STORMING THE GMMTV HEADQUARTERS ABOUT TO COMMIT GRAND SCALE LARCENY AND HOLD THAT ENTIRE CORPORATE BOARDROOM HOSTAGE THEY'RE GONNA STAY LOCKED IN THERE UNTIL THEY GREEN-LIGHT THIS OR EVERYONE IS DEAD I DON'T EVEN CARE IM MAKING THIS HAPPEN AND GETTING YOU COMPLETE CREATIVE CONTROL OVER IT IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO ANON
i hope you know this is legitimately actually sincerely literally seriously genuinely truly honest to god for real one of the best thing i've ever had the pleasure to read. your brain clearly works on a higher level of human consciousness and it has all my admiration THIS IS JUST SO GOOD AND I NEED IT TO HAPPEN SO BADLY. for some reason i really love when familial bonds get a big part in a story and kick-start the entire plot, maybe because society likes to tell us that platonic love is less important than romantic love, so i very much enjoy seeing characters getting driven to commit extreme actions for family and friends other than romantic partners. ALSO IM ALWAYS WEAK FOR SUN/MOON SYMBOLISM AND THAT RAMMSTEIN SONG PLAYING DURING THE BOSS FIGHT???? "here comes the sun" but it's actually moon but he's taking revenge for sun's death and they're TWINS AND [GNAWS ENTIRE ARM OFF]
also this is your vision and i don't want to butt in but i have professional deformation when it comes to jimmysea so may i humbly suggest jimmy as the restaurant owner who finds moon badly hurt and takes him in and they eventually fall in love but it's still not enough to save moon from his addiction and to stop him from taking his revenge. maybe they end up together anyway but moon still doesn't have much left to live so the ending remains bittersweet
ANYWAY NOW I NEED TO KNOW THE DETAILS FOR ALL THE OTHER SCENARIOS TOO
#the second i saw you liked remember 15 i knew i could trust you with my life anon#that show was so MESSED UP but SO GOOD#i do think gmmtv is slowly starting to step out from the school setting and finally trying new things tbh#but obviously there's still a long way to go#if we ever get a bl like manner of death or trapped from gmmtv you're gonna find me in the streets cheering clapping celebrating#m: ask
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Spring Anime 2021: Embarrassment of Riches
So this current anime season absolutely stinks, which just makes the last one look even more impressive. Well, maybe not all of it...
Zombieland Saga Revenge
First off, you don't need to tell me that the following is a severe outlier opinion. We good? Ok. ZLSR is, in a word, subpar. I liked S1 back in the day, but it was already in the process of getting lazy towards the end. S2 continues this trend and is basically just another idol show. And as someone who actually does watch other idol shows I have to say that it's not a particularly good one of those either. The zombie gimmick has mostly stopped mattering and we're just doing what every idol show does, only with the odd occasional sight gag. The alleged subversive qualities mostly amount to a flashback for Yuugiri, which is admittedly the best part of the show but feels like it barely has anything to do with anything. Apart from that, it's a bunch of generic idol plots, rehashed character beats, shoddy attempts at twists (while not connecting to any setups from S1), and the obligatory "idols give us hope" ending, which is terribly hackneyed and flat out bad. Tae gets further memed into the ground, because of course she does. And there's stuff that was simply never good to begin with, like Kotarou and his comedy schtick, which gets truly insufferable now that there's no qualities to distract from it. It really makes me think that S1 wasn't even all that good to begin with and seems like an attempt to turn this surprise success into an easy money longrunner with no edge and no ambitions. "The idol show for people who don't watch idol shows" indeed, but not the way you mean it. 4/10
Bakuten
But not to dwell on the failures, with the second show we're already above the cut — barely. This one got my attention with its really impressive performance scenes early on and it totally sticks to that, which is even more impressive. But besides that? Well, this is by far the most predictable show in a season where I watched an unambitious Kiraralike and put ZLS on blast for having no ideas. The characters are a mixed bag, some are cool (Shida, Asawo), some are very annoying (Mashiro), but those are the supports. The main cast is extremely one-dimensional, which is fine until they try to heap a ton of pathos on their lead, which doesn't go well. But I guess execution matters, and Bakuten is slick enough to get by. Writing this down in stark daylight I feel like I overrated this show somewhat (I actually put it over the next one originally, which definitely doesn't hold up when thinking about it), but I was indeed mostly entertained. 6/10
Yakunara Mug Cup mo
Yeah. Of course Mug Cup definitely doesn't invent or subvert anything either, but it's a pretty good Kiraralike that's always entertaining to watch. Explaining the qualities of such a nothing genre is as difficult as ever, but it mostly comes down to me liking the characters and it having nothing to annoy me. It's shorter than normal, which is a plus for slim shows like this. And yeah, you can make an excessive amount of dick jokes with the clay fondling. That helps too. Looks are just fine, pleasant but nothing out of the ordinary. Comfy low-effort anime. 6/10
Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song
This one is decent, but sadly still a major letdown. Because the first few episodes of Vivy were excellent and kicked ass, but then it became increasingly clear that the writing can't cash the checks the ideas wrote while the action starts running into severely diminishing returns. Vivy just keeps slowly getting worse and worse as it goes on, not by a huge amount each episode but by the end there's a pretty sizeable gulf between potential and result. Going into detail would probably be a little much for this venue because there's a lot, but from the top level view the issue is that while Vivy has good fundamental ideas and steals at the right places, it just isn't a smart show — it's schlock, and by the end, poorly thought out schlock that tries to smooth out every problem with liberal application of the big feels hammer and le epic twist at that. Yeah, couldn't tell that the Re:Zero dude was aboard here, for sure. That said, it still works pretty well as entertaining schlock that is not to be taken too seriously, and the characters are generally just very fun to watch even when they're doing stupid things. Still, I can't in good conscience rate this higher than Beatless, a show that looks like butt but properly executes on its ideas. 6/10
Super Cub
So this is 100% a Honda commercial, and I got really mad a Yuru Camp last season for being a blatant shill. Yet I'm feeling this, what gives? I think the main difference is that Super Cub is specifically a commercial for one product (and a very iconic product at that), while Yuru Camp is so all over the place that it ends up mostly a commercial for consumerism in general. And when Super Cub goes too hard on the product (which it does), it's at least pretty entertaining. That's something about Super Cub in general: It goes hard. Your regular Kiraralike this is not, because it's uncommonly slow, focused and moody - yes, it almost measures up to Yuru Camp at its best and demolishes it at its worst. Also, it's just extremely amusing to see sadblob Koguma grow a huge grizzly biker beard and become a badass outlaw dad to her goofy wife and cute daughter, all thanks to the power of afforable personal transportation. Needless to say, that can get unintentionally silly, but Super Cub has so much charm that it doesn't matter — it's great when it's good and still funny when it's not. 7/10
Shadows House
Shadows House turned up with a lot of potential, and I have to say it at least delivered on most of it. It has some problems; notably I'm not a fan of how the entire middle turned out to be a tournament arc of sorts that seems curiously inspired by Resident Evil memes, crest-shaped intentations and boulder punching included. I also think that this is a show that would be perfectly fine without explaining much, but I guess it is a shounen manga after all so we got dumped on eventually anyway. At least that came late - close relative Promised Neverland didn't show that much restraint. Shadows House is generally well written though, with great characters, interesting interactions and a great hook. But what really makes it memorable is that it's exceptionally good at the cute/creepy contrast, something that is often tried but rarely works as well as here, with great character designs and very appropriate production. I hope this gets a sequel, because it seems like it's just getting started. 7/10
SSSS.Dynazenon
Coming in with a fondness for Gridman, Dynazenon didn't have to do much to convince me. The surprise though is that it's not a rehash even if it's basically the same show, a character drama where occasionally huge and goofy fights break out. Dynazenon is Gridman done better, and the interesting part is how it accomplishes this - mainly by being far more conventional. I do appreciate that Gridman went for something weird and almost experimental, but that only really paid off towards the end while most of the show was a distraction/holding pattern. It just didn't feel like there was enough material for a full series there, more like a movie maybe, if even that. Dynazenon fixes this by just being a TV show, with an actual cast of characters that each have their own arc. And by spreading the material this way, Dynazenon ends up having a lot more nuance than its intensely focused predecessor, while having the same themes and not actually being any deeper. In a way, Gridman ends up looking like the spinoff in retrospect, while Dynazenon is the full package. 8/10
Thunderbolt Fantasy S3
So how good was this season? So good that Thunderbolt Fantasy doesn't end up at the top, that's how. And all the elements that made Tbolt such a sure thing are still there, big hammy puppets doing stunts and scheming never gets old. However, I do have to note that at this point, the writing appears to have gotten too comfortable. I don't expect it to ever top the amazing S1 ending, but at this point it's like Tbolt has stopped trying to deliver on endings at all and seems in the process of retooling itself into a longrunner instead. Barely anything gets resolved in S3 (the climax is that the climax of S2 is resolved again, for good this time... maybe), and everything else is just setting up plotpoints for the next season. Tbolt is truly lucky that it doesn't actually need to resolve anything to be a great time, but at this point I have to say that I'd appreciate it if they wrapped it up with S4. 8/10
Nomad: Megalobox 2
Speaking of sequels to shows I liked, Nomad doesn't so much improve upon its predecessor but steamrolls right over it. This is a tall order, since Megalobox was surprisingly good for a sports shounen and had a real nice, heartwarming ending that Nomad instantly negates for purposes of drama and everyone being extremely miserable. That sounds like a pretty terrible idea - and it would be, if Nomad wasn't as excellent as it is. To call it not the same show would be an understatement, because it's a true sequel, not just the same characters doing their thing some more, or new characters doing the same thing as the old ones did. Indeed my biggest problem with Megalobox was that it still closely adhered to its genre template and was very predictable; Nomad fixes this issue thoroughly. Nomad is about questioning what being a hotblooded shounen protagonist eventually leads you to, and how to fix everything you screwed up by being one. You could call it a deconstruction, but that term has been so abused for cynical, edgy "thing you like actually sucks" takes that I feel like it doesn't really fit here. Nomad isn't cynical at all, it's just a character drama about some boxers past their prime, and it being a sequel to a show that is indeed rather formulaic just enhances the experience. My biggest issue with it was that I really like what they did with Joe in this story, so the big focus on Mac's backstory felt like a distraction for a long time. But in the end that turned out to be absolutely necessary to make the ending work. The ending's just great, by the way, and I shall say not more about it. 9/10
Odd Taxi
Yeah boy, here's the show that has apparently become somewhat of a "greatest show you didn't watch" meme, which I can feel smug about because I don't need YouTubers to tell me what's good and followed this from day one. Anyway, Odd Taxi is indeed great, the greatest show in a few years even. What starts out as seemingly a relaxed hangout show in the vein of Midnight Diners quickly turns into a psychological murder mystery while never losing its quirky humor. The character writing is outstanding, with even small bit players being on a level that the average anime wishes it could have for leads. And the rollout of the mystery is exemplary, with answers given and new questions raised every episode with a satisfying and logical payoff in the end. This is also the rare anime that has rock solid production from the first to the last second; it's never really flashy but excellently done and highly consistent nonetheless. And the music just owns. I have a few complaints, mainly that there's a few logical weaknesses in the story (which wouldn't even register in a lesser show, but sticks out here since the rest is so immaculately constructed) and that the ending overextends on the emotions when the rest of the show is so reserved and dry in comparison. But those are only the reasons why I didn't give it perfect marks, and I almost did that anyway. 9/10
#Zombieland Saga#bakuten#yakunara mug cup mo#vivy: fluorite eye's song#super cub#shadows house#ssss.dynazenon#thunderbolt fantasy#nomad megalo box#odd taxi#anime#review#spring2021
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Trenches, Part 2
Chapter 11 - As the World Caves In
Uh yeah so here’s just some straight up fucking smut that still manages to be somewhat relevant to the plot
Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @whatwhumpcomments @milk-carton-whump @ashintheairlikesnow @tears-and-lilies @utopian819
CW: NSFW (seriously though, it’s not noncon but it’s explicit)
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Everyone was quiet the next day. A wicked hangover will do that to you. They spent some of the afternoon making plans for a lot of hypotheticals and what-ifs. Charlie knew they couldn't outrun the government for long, but he kept his mouth shut. They didn't have much. Hope was the one thing they could hold onto. Once they felt a bit better, Charlie and Ethan trekked down to a nearby pond. They skipped stones and talked, just like they used to.
"You know I have to ask. What exactly went down between the two of you to make you trust him so much?" Ethan asked.
"Nothing 'went down'," Charlie replied.
"Then what is it?"
"I think he's just misunderstood, that's all. I think he deserves a chance."
Ethan threw a stone hard and counted the skips.
"He tortured us for almost seven months, and-"
"I know what he did!" Charlie yelled, "Look, nothing I say will justify it. Just... please, believe me."
"I do believe you."
Charlie sat down on a rock by the pond's edge. Ethan sat down nearby and looked for more suitable skipping stones.
"Answer me this, though... did you let him shag you?" Ethan asked.
Charlie put his face in his hands and groaned.
"Look, I'm not going to judge you if you did," Ethan said, "If it makes you feel any better, if I had met him at a bar or something-"
"Good god," Charlie said.
"I'm just saying. So, did you?"
"Yes, but if you tell anyone-"
"When have I ever told your secrets to anybody?"
They spent a few more minutes at the pond. As they were walking back, Charlie hoped they wouldn't return to a crime scene. Luckily, Mallory was on the deck doing a crossword puzzle, while Crow napped inside. Mallory waved to them as they walked up. Ethan went inside, and Charlie sat down next Mallory.
"What are you, sixty-five?" Charlie jested.
"There isn't anything else to do," Mallory replied.
He set the book down on the floor next to him and leaned back against the wall. A small breeze rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding the cabin. Charlie ran his fingers through his hair. It had gotten quite long, and it was starting to bother him. He considered trying to cut it himself, but he knew he would mess it up. Mallory rested his head on Charlie's shoulder and sighed.
"We're fucked, aren't we?" He asked.
"Probably," Charlie replied, "I'm trying not to think about it. It's no use worrying if it's out of my control."
"I wish my brain worked that way."
Mallory was twisting his fingers together. Charlie noticed that it was something he'd do when he was nervous. He looked at his face. His eyes were distant; he was deep in thought. Charlie didn't interrupt him.
The sun was going to set soon, but the clouds would block any beautiful sights. Charlie wished he could see it. Deep down, he knew that it might be one of his last chances to do so. Mallory touched his face, breaking him out of his own thoughts. He turned toward him. Mallory placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Charlie kissed him again, then rested his head against his.
"We can't," he whispered.
"I don't care what he does if he catches us. I'm dead, anyway," Mallory murmured.
He kissed him again, this time with a bit more force. Charlie gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. It wasn't until Mallory slipped his hand under his shirt that he pulled away.
"Later. Tonight," Charlie breathed.
Mallory backed off. Charlie kissed him once more before standing up, then they went inside together. Crow was still asleep, but Ethan was sitting at the table.
Charlie sat down across from him. He could tell by the look Ethan had on his face that he knew something was up. He tried to play it cool.
"So, do you know what's for dinner tonight?" Charlie asked.
"Crow said something about soup," Ethan replied.
His stare felt like he was trying to burn a hole through Charlie's soul. Charlie kept evading his questioning look, and eventually Ethan dropped it.
Crow emerged awhile later and began working on dinner. Mallory was in noticeably better spirit, and only Charlie knew why. He couldn't help but feel guilty. After dinner, Mallory helped take dishes to the sink. He pinched Charlie's ass when Crow wasn't looking. At least, he thought he wasn't. Crow took hold of him and pinned him against the counter. Mallory grinned.
"Hey, knock it off!" Charlie yelled.
"Don't fucking touch him, you hear me?" Crow hissed.
"Got it," Mallory replied, still grinning.
Crow shoved him again before walking away. Once Charlie finished up the dishes, he decided to go for a shower. He tried to be quick so he could get back out there and mediate the tension. Fortunately, nothing had happened. The rest of the night was calm as well. Charlie was grateful. He got into bed with Crow sometime late.
He didn't sleep, though. He waited for Crow to have been asleep for awhile before sneaking out of the room. Ethan was passed out on the couch, but Mallory was wide awake. He got up carefully in order not to wake Ethan, then motioned for Charlie to follow him into the bathroom. Once the door was shut, Mallory grabbed him and started to kiss him with great need. He hardly let him get a breath in before he was pulling his shirt over his head. Charlie had to pull away to breathe, so Mallory began kissing his neck.
"Don't leave any marks," Charlie breathed.
"Fuck that," Mallory muttered against his skin.
He bit and sucked on his neck, completely ignoring his request. Charlie didn't complain. It felt too good. He gently pushed him away after a moment. Mallory was confused, until Charlie dropped to his knees. He locked his eyes with Mallory's as he pulled his sweats and boxers down. Without hesitation, he took his cock into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Mallory moaned as he tangled his fingers in his hair.
Charlie maintained eye contact as he worked his way to the base, fitting all of him in his throat. Mallory gripped the counter with his other hand as he started rocking his hips. Charlie moaned as his mouth was fucked. He gagged a bit as Mallory moved faster. He forced himself in all the way, and stayed there. He had Charlie's head pinned against the cabinet so he couldn't move. Charlie plead for air with his eyes, and Mallory finally pulled out after a few more seconds. Spit dripped down the front of Charlie's chin.
Mallory motioned for him to stand up. He moved to turn on the shower to block any noise from escaping the bathroom. He bent Charlie over the sink and tore his pants down. Charlie bit his lip as he felt Mallory push his cock inside of him. He couldn't help but let out a moan. Mallory started off hard and fast, and Charlie couldn't stop the sounds escaping from him. Mallory covered his mouth and forced Charlie's head up. He made him look in the mirror; he wanted him to watch himself get fucked. Charlie's dick was rubbing against the countertop at the perfect angle. He knew it wouldn't take much more.
He pushed back against Mallory's hips. He wanted to feel him as deep as possible. One particularly hard thrust sent him over the edge, and he came hard enough to make his vision darken. Mallory pulled out and pushed Charlie down to his knees again. He jerked himself off until he came, most of it landing on Charlie's lips. He had to lean against the wall to catch his breath. Charlie stood up, his weak legs fighting him. Mallory pulled him against him and kissed him, tasting himself on his lips.
"Fuck," Charlie breathed as he rested his head on Mallory's shoulder.
"Come on, let's get you back out there before you're missed," Mallory murmured.
They kissed once more before getting dressed. Charlie almost fell over multiple times as he pulled on his pants. Mallory turned off the shower before unlocking the door. He peaked his head out to make sure the coast was clear, then they both left the bathroom.
Ethan was still peacefully asleep, and Charlie hoped Crow was the same. He began to feel incredibly guilty as he crawled back into bed next to him. He pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep, exhausted from his escapade.
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I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u
Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?
Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter
CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!
read the under cut owo
Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????
So
I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol
First up is my asshole,
Giodine
they/them (preferred)
god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)
ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.
(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)
If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.
Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.
Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]
I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.
See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.
Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be.
Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.
(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.
Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!
This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.
I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉
But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...
Sam (Samuel)
He/him
ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.
Sam, Sam, Samuel.
If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell
Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.
If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.
Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.
The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.
Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.
Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.
And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!
Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine.
Purgatory
She/her
ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it. Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side.
(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)
Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now.
And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.
Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right?
~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~
My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo
~Idea section over uwu~
Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this:
She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep.
The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control.
Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding.
I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain.
Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.
And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!
I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]
ok!! ty!! ily!!
#ghoulishrambles#ghoulishsporkocs#man this is weird lmaoooooo#THE CUT DIDNT CUT IM SORRY#Man I should've edited this before ppl could see it I'm so sorry if it's a mess shshhs#I keep adding tags bc I have more to say but I wanna pin this but I don't wanna remove that Palestine post just for my ramble so#I'll just reblog it every once in a while
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5 Questions for Writers: The Sword and the Shield
The amazing @pikapeppa tagged me, and this time, I decided to do it instead of telling myself I wasn't good enough XD. So have some questions and info about my little baby fic, The Sword and the Shield!
1. WHAT WAS THE IDEA THAT STARTED THE STORY?
I had joined the Dragon Age Fanfiction Writers and Readers group, mostly as a reader, cause I'm trash for DA, and was finally getting into fanfiction. I hadn't written in ages, and after perusing some of the stories that were being shared, I said to myself, "Well heck, I know I could do better than that!" Then I hit a block. What could I possibly write about that hadn't been written before? Well, in addition to being DA trash, I'm also trash for the Modern Person in Thedas trope. So I started brainstorming.
Now, Eden is a character who's been in my head for a long time. I love all kinds of fantasy, and urban fantasies, like The Dresden Files and the Anita Blake novels (before they became a chapter of plot, a chapter of sex, a chapter of plot, a chapter of sex, repeat) were particular favorites of mine. I like the idea of worlds that are almost recognizable as our own, just slightly different. So I decided to try to make my own. The trouble was, without a plot (and I'm kinda terrible at writing mysteries), Eden's Seattle wasn't coming to me beyond some basics. So Eden basically looked at me from over her book and said, "Put me in Thedas, then. Figure me out, and more about my world will start coming together." So I did. I let a little bit of plot start flowing (which is actually the beginning of the sequel to TSatS), where she winds up in Skyhold, seriously injured, with only Cullen to vouch for her, and then I had to know: How did Cullen know her? Answer: he met her in Seattle, of course. But when? I did a flurry of research regarding the timing between the events of the end of DA2 and the beginning of DAI and realized that there's about a year or three that are relatively unaccounted for in regards to what Cullen was doing, and where. Suddenly, I had a timeframe. And the story started coming.
2. DID YOU MAKE AN OUTLINE? HAVE YOU STUCK TO IT?
Hahahahahahaha.... I've tried making an outline for TSatS, but I always get overwhelmed when I try. So not really, no. I've mostly noted what events are the most important, what I definitely want to have happen, added in a few frills here and there, and I'm hoping for the best as I go.
3. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE STORY?
Honestly? So much of it. I love Eden's relationships. I love turning the MPiT trope around and having a Thedosian come to a modern world. I love writing about my favorite city, Seattle, even if it's a little different from my own. I love challenging myself to create something of a mystery even though I've never been good at writing them. And I really love the sequel in my head.
4. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER AND WHY?
It's hard for me not to love Eden. She's my modern-fantasy witchy-poo. And I'd be lying if I said she wasn't a bit of a self-insert. I tend to give my characters pasts that are somewhat similar to mine, and then make them strong enough to rise above them. It's a little bit wish-fulfillment, and a little bit a reminder to myself that I can be strong, too.
5. DID ANYTHING HAPPEN THAT SURPRISED YOU AS YOU WERE WRITING? A PLOT POINT, OR CHARACTER'S ACTIONS, ETC?
Eden is turning out a lot gentler than I first envisioned her. Originally, she was a ball of snark and sass, with very little patience for bullshit. She was confidence and badassery and strength. And she still is all those things, it's just, in what little I've written, she's mostly been needing to tend to a very confused and lost Cullen, and her softer side has taken point. The insecurities she tries to keep under wraps have also been coming up, as well. She was right--the more I write her, the more I learn about her, and she is a beautifully nuanced character who I think I'm going to love playing with.
I've also been really enjoying the response to it! The DA Fanfiction group is full of lovely, supportive people, who have all responded quite positively to what little I have up. My friend who isn't into DA at all absolutely loves it, and has agreed to be my beta, because I want my fic(s?) to be enjoyable even to people unfamiliar with Dragon Age. And @schoute said I'm very good at wording with the prose and stuff. So like. Even though I haven't updated in a year and a half due to life and stress and stuff, it's good to know that people enjoy my writing and are looking forward to me putting more out there.
I'm gonna tag @melaena cause she's basically the only other writer I know on Tumblr? lol. But no pressure to do this. It's just for fun. Thanks for tagging me, @pikapeppa !
#dragon age fanfiction writer#dragon age fanfiction#the sword and the shield#eden mezzanine#cullen rutherford#eden×cullen#i'll update again someday i swear#5 questions#5 questions for writers#ask meme#writer asks
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I'm making my way through the last case of DD again, and I wanted to rant to somebody, it is such a frustrating experience. Precious space artifacts do not deserve to be treated this way, especially as the setting is based on a real life space mission, and JAXA had enough issues, so to take one of the few precious successes they did have and to make a mockery of it is offensive on every level... *ahem* Anyway, I know you didn't care about Fulbright during your playthrough, (p1)
but I'm curious what you thought of his actions in that last case - because they never made sense to me. He had no reason to incriminate himself by presenting a real murder weapon. He had no reason to frame Athena specifically. I mean, most murderers in AA would have gotten away with everything if it wasn't for their actions, but this seems particularly egregious. Was he explicitly trying to get caught? Was he doing it for Simon's sake, to help with the retrial?
That is the only way I could ever comprehend his actions.... Dammit, him being the phantom isn't really foreshadowed at all in the game, no matter how frequently I revisit it, and it is frustrating that he wouldn't appear again, because I did enjoy him as a detective. I do find it interesting, though that in the latest chapter, Apollo suspects everyone and everything of not being human, except Fulbright.
Honestly, no matter how much I know there are plenty of references to real space stuff, especially with character names both original and localized, my brain violently refuses to actually consider GYAXA and the Cosmos Space Center in terms of any real life anything because it’s all so patently absurd.
Metis gets hold of a piece of precious, priceless, valuable scientific space rock and turns it into jewelry for her daughter. Athena lives in the fucking center and has run of the place. So do Clay and Apollo, unaffiliated high school students, who are able to just get in and meet the astronauts and everyone. In present day, Aura is building a giant death robot in her lab and nobody cares. The director’s solution to the government not caring about the threat is to have one of his astronauts drug the other and then fake the launch. Clay goes along with it!
And this place is allegedly so important and influential that some nebulous foreign foe has an incredible superspy sent in to sabotage them! What the fuck are any of you doing!
It’s kinda like the issue with Fulbright, in that he’s supposed to be some cool collected superspy but then bungles the coverup the same way every AA killer bungles it, but it’s noticeable with him because it’s just so egregious with the character they tried to present. With GYAXA they’re supposed to be, you know, a functioning space program, but everyone is either quirky or incompetent, as everyone else in AA, but it’s noticeable because like. How did you guys actually get anything into space. Aura’s building a giant death robot.
I want an Office/Parks and Rec style sitcom about this place, honestly, but I cannot equate it to anything that could actually exist in the real world because it’s so......so. I can suspend disbelief for spirit mediums and Gramarye bracelets and Athena’s hearing and Widget way sooner than I can believe that anyone cared enough about GYAXA to sabotage them. -ahem- Clearly I needed to rant, too.
Ah, Fulbright. Now what do we do with him, too.
I thought he was framing Athena because there was the security footage of her leaving the space museum and he realized he could point to that as “well, if they’re proving Starbuck couldn’t have done it, then she‘s the other option.” But yeah he makes some ridiculous choices there, which everyone in AA does, but as I said before, superspy. Capcom trying to up the ante and raise the stakes just makes everything that much harder to actually take seriously.
I’ve seen that posited, yeah, that perhaps he had become somewhat fond of Simon and wanted to see justice properly served. Or maybe, I suppose, as I’m pondering this myself, becoming Fulbright felt like such a lower stakes assignment that he wanted to be done with it all, hoped to get back the evidence of his identity and then quietly disappear. And when that didn’t happen he decided he’d rather fall on the mercy of Simon and Edgeworth and the like, as opposed to his employers, who’ll maybe kill him, he totally knows that, he knows there’s that chance, but he’ll try it anyway. He’s fuckin tired. Wear a mask for too long and your face grows to fit it. In justice we trust.
What I like about the phantom twist isn’t really so much the actual twist but the conceptual horror of the thing. Not to self-plug, but like, in Swan Song I had Kay freak out about it because she had worked with Fulbright both before and after the real Fulbright had been killed and the phantom took his place and she didn’t notice a difference. Like that’s some real horror shit, something else taking your coworker’s place face and you don’t notice. Nobody notices. How bad do you think that has to fuck up everyone who even tangentially knew and worked with Fulbright.
(That concept, incidentally, of someone being swapped out for something else and nobody notices, is a particularly fae kind of horror. Which means that no matter how much of an unnecessarily high-stakes mess this plot is, and everything I might’ve ranted about the Space Center, I’m excited about it.
Poor Apollo. He’s so suspicious of everyone but the person he most needs to be suspicious of. He’s got enough trust issues and then after all this he’s just gonna be like. He’s gonna snap and assume no one is human and just have an iron fire poker on hand to hit everyone new he meets with. Hey. Hey, Nahyuta. Get over here. Get in swinging range, bro.)
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What do you think is the most morally dubious thing Shiro would do, if he believed it was for the greater good and/or he had no choice? I'm writing a fic but I don't know if I'm going *too* far with this one plot point, and you seem to have a really good read on his character.
My first instinct is you have to remember that narratively Shiro is framed as a person of very strict morals. He held that high ground, was remembered by other prisoners as an honorable and trustworthy person, during the missing year when Haggar was personally leveraging a lot of her energy to break him.
This is one of the underlying virtues Shiro commands as Black Paladin- he has an incredibly potent sense of who he is, and he does not act contrary to his nature. That’s why he’s so scared of the missing year, and the idea he might have. Shiro’s not a “slippery slope” kind of guy- if he lost his footing and skidded a little he’d be deeply upset about that.
The times Shiro’s been most willing to gamble or work behind his team’s back, he sets it up in a way that if this blows up, it blows up on him. He’ll only wager the people willing to make a stand with him and if his plan calls for someone to lay on the wire- I’ve said before, if he can’t do it himself, the only person he’ll call on to do that is someone he perceives as another Black Paladin, someone else who’s accepted that role of being, in Shiro’s eyes, the person who has to be prepared to sacrifice for the team.
We’ve seen Shiro put up a more sinister front before, so I think if your objective is to paint Shiro in a dark light and then explore that- I can see Shiro doing what he did in s1e3 with Matt in a different context, playing up a cold and threatening persona to achieve a quieter objective under the table. He probably wouldn’t do this in a context where he wasn’t desperate, and especially not if he felt like people there were looking to him as the Black Paladin.
As far as lines Shiro would and wouldn’t cross- in s3e5 he really doesn’t feel that bad about smacking around the rebels, his apology is very dry. He tried to talk to them, he tried to negotiate before and that’s what he goes back to once he’s been able to apprehend them, but in that interim he’s just dealing with them. On a strategic level he shifts gears and “these are people trying their best who deserve sympathy” takes a back seat to “I don’t have time for this, my team is in danger, and they have become obstructions.”
So, sorry he hit that guy in the face with his friend’s gun and destroyed their only clamp, but he’s not exactly mortified by it.
It doesn’t mean he stops being sympathetic to them, but Shiro is someone who looks at big plans and if he’s stressed and doesn’t see another way around it, or that they don’t have time to mess with this, he’ll get snappy and pushy. If the situation can really push his buttons, he’ll go as far as he did in s2e10 (you have to remember Slav was somewhat justifiably scared of the guy at one point because Shiro was that close to bodily trying to haul Slav out of the room)
But higher stress levels don’t make Shiro immoral as much as they tend to make him impatient. Even at his worst he’ll acknowledge when he goes too far and he tends to noticeably hesitate when he reads other peoples’ reactions and realizes he’s scared them or upset them, especially if it’s the other paladins. (when he snaps at Slav in front of Lance and Pidge, both of them gape at him, and Shiro immediately falls silent and look away from them- a very similar behavior to how he acts in s5e3 after he yells at Lance and the latter looks at him in surprise and hurt)
I don’t think Shiro would sign off on a plan that requires by design hurting or scaring civilians, or subjecting enemy soldiers to a particularly vindictive fate. And especially post-s5 with Lotor on the throne there’s going to be more opportunities to potentially negotiate with the various imperial factions they’ve encountered.
I guess what I’d recommend asking yourself is, what are you trying to accomplish with this plot point? Is it important that Shiro makes the choice, or just that it happens? Maybe Shiro angles for something more benign, more acceptable, as the original plan and something happens in the situation to either force his hand or something else goes really horribly wrong and forces the situation to go downhill.
If it’s something like hurting someone not an enemy soldier, I feel like Shiro would normally have super obvious limits for that- but if he feels like that person seriously endangered or got a member of his team hurt on purpose, I could see Shiro losing his patience with them a lot faster and a lot harder than he did, say, with the two rebels in s3e5.
For an example of that, I’d look at s2e4- while it’s not very obvious given the dimensions of the shot, when Shiro returns Lubos to the Olkari, he practically throws him to the ground as he explains what Lubos was doing. That’s one thing Shiro has very little patience or sympathy for- people who throw others under the bus to save their own hide. And that was a situation when things work out- you can imagine how absolutely furious Shiro would be if someone got one of his team hurt for selfish reasons.
Even if they might have more understandable or sympathetic motivations than Lubos (who was still, seemingly, tortured at some point, considering Branko had footage of it) Shiro’s not going to want to hear those right away- his immediate mindset is going to be a lot more “how dare you” and considering Shiro is a highly athletic fighter with a dense metal arm (even without lighting the thing up, it’s shown in s2e10 to be able to punch through the faceplate of military-grade robots hard enough to kill the thing) and a little bit of lost temper could go a long way.
In that scenario, though, especially if you want to frame the endangering character as sympathetic or at least with understandable motives (which I’d recommend) I think they’d have to be a stranger and it would be more an issue of Shiro losing his temper with them and not thinking about the pressure he might be exerting with his prosthetic- potentially leaving a bruise. I don’t think he’d ever actually turn the laser cutter on someone who isn’t a soldier, or a soldier who’s been disarmed and is no longer a threat.
(that said, a captive enemy commander he’d probably be quicker to lose patience with depending on their attitude)
Even then, I think that’s something he’d... dwell on, very negatively, afterwards. Again, Shiro crossing a line he wouldn’t normally is something he’d be deeply concerned and stressed about, and that I think is the more meaningful thing to play with on Shiro’s characterization, so my thoughts going into it would be to set up the situation so it’s not something Shiro meant to do or set out intentionally for, so he’d internalize it as a failing of self-control. If this is right in s5 and he’s already feeling guilty for blowing up at Lance as he’s shown in canon, it might push him towards thinking of himself as that he’s getting worse as a person.
With the paladins, Shiro has a lot of respect for them, so he’s going to be even more restrained. If Shiro even accidentally injured one of the other paladins, I feel like more than angry he’d have to be really out of it- which, Kuron is there as a convenient patsy but I think his symptoms would have to get a lot worse to achieve that effect- like Shiro having a sleepwalking episode or somehow becoming disoriented enough to not know where he is.
In that case, he could potentially hit another member of the team without realizing who they are, but he’d be too disoriented to be much of an effective fighter- if anything it’d probably be a lucky hit because his teammate wouldn’t be expecting him to attack. And once Shiro realized what happened I imagine he’d absolutely shut down, like, hole up in his room and not talk to anyone for a while.
The idea of Shiro potentially crossing severe lines, to me, is immediately going to one way or another bump up against his sense of self-control and the tendency he has to view himself as a bad or unworthy person if he’s particularly stressed in that manner. He’s most comfortable doing bad things to himself- I’m pretty sure he’d hesitate long and hard before even thinking of using his hand to cauterize somebody else’s wound using his laser hand the way he did to his own leg in s3e5 for example.
Hope that helps, anon!
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So I wrote a six part series of kaguya Sama fanfic surrounding Ishigami X Iino (best ship)(opinions may vary) and I'll put the first chapter up here. Have fun and give me a read on AO3 or fanfiction.net!
# A kissing demon!
- J.Aanto
It was a quiet evening in the student council room. Shirogane just entered he room when Shinomiya was making tea. She gave him a warm smile, and as Miyuki settled in his seat, she poured him a cup of tea.
A few minutes later Chika entered the room and started talking about the new game made by the tabletop gaming club. This time though, they flatly refused to play it. One marriage with Chika was enough for both of them to realize marrying Chika leads to nothing but suffering. Plus, they were dating now, and god forbid Miyuki get married to Chika again. *They'll never find Chika's body.*
When all this was going on, Ishigami entered the student council room, looking thoroughly exhausted. He didn't have his Switch in his hand, which was weird. He was practically attached to it. He also had this cautious look, like he was prey being hunted. Concerned, the trio asked him what the issue was.
"What? What issue? There's no issue. Seriously. None. None at all!" said Ishigami, looking bewildered.
*Okay, so there was something.*
Since Ishigami wasn't willing to give the details, Kaguya decide to take a guess, and she asked, "Is it Iino?"
Ishigami froze in his seat. Kaguya had hit the mark. This was a serious issue. He just started to go out with Iino, and he already is afraid of her? He probably did something to annoy her again, Kaguya thought to herself.
"Look Ishigami, you are dating Iino now. You can't go around pissing her off every single second like you used to, okay? You have to compromise, or she might fall out of love with you. Do you want that?" said Kaguya, and her tone sounded somewhat like she was speaking not only to Ishigami, but to herself as well. After all, she still was overly conscious about how she treats her friends, especially Shirogane.
"It seems like you're misunderstanding something here, Shinomiya senpai, I didn't piss her off or anything. The reason is totally different." said Ishigami, still looking at the door intensely.
Making sure Iino isn't there, he continued, "Ever since we started dating, Iino has been kissing me nonstop."
The temperature in the room went up a few degrees. Shinomiya couldn't even believe what she was hearing, so she asked again for confirmation. The only people unfazed by this were Chika, who was well aware that Iino was a closet pervert and Ishigami, who was also aware of this even before they started dating.
"But that's not a bad thing right?" asked Shirogane, who was bright red in the face but still curious, "You're her first boyfriend so of course she's going to be a little over the top."
"It's okay when I'm alone, president, but she's kissing me at every corner of the school!"
*Okay, a little out of control here,* Shirogane thought to himself. "You could tell her to control herself can't you?"
"Like hell I can. I tried and it only led to more kissing!"
"How did that happen?" asked Kaguya, now paying complete attention. This could provide useful info for her plans to kiss the president, volume 12.
"Whenever I say no, she just makes this puppy face and I just give up. How can you say no to- wait shinomiya senpai, what are you doing?" Ishigami looked at the notes in her hand. "Keep going!" gestured Kaguya, hoping to get even more methods.
At that time, the door creaked. The council snapped back to reality and started doing whatever they were supposed to do. Iino entered the room, her face practically glowing, and took her seat next to Ishigami.
"Hello everyone!" She gave them a warm greeting and started working on her disciplinary committee report.
Everyone else didn't do anything. They just stared at these two, hoping to see something happen. Iino took notice of this and asked, "What are you guys doing?"
Startled, they rapidly made up excuses, all of them except Chika, who was still staring at them with increasing curiosity. "Fujiwara senpai,what are you doing?" Iino asked again.
"Oh nothing! Just wanted to see if Ishigami was speaking the truth that's all!" Chika replied promptly. "He said you guys were kissing all over the school!"
"Wha-?! Ishigami?!" Iino stared at him with disbelief. "You went and bragged about it! It was supposed to be a secret!"
"Secret, my ass! You kissed me in the class this morning! And I didn't brag about it!" Ishigami argued back.
"Iino, you can't go and kiss someone in the class, you're a member of the discipline committee aren't you? You're supposed to set an example." said Shirogane, but he himself realized the irony. After all, the student council room was practically his haven for love affairs, and it couldn't get lower than that.
"No one saw us! So it's fine!" said Iino, much to everyone's shock. "You've corrupted her, Ishigami." said Chika, "you've corrupted her morals."
"Oh hell no, she corrupted me! Now I feel like a normie more and more each day! I have a girlfriend, I'm a member of the cheer squad, and I even thought of cutting my hair!" Ishigami replied, with a face of pure horror at the realization of what he was about to do.
"Of you're gonna cut your hair, get a crew cut." Iino butted in. "No way, but nice try, Iino. I'm not getting a crew cut within this century." replied Ishigami.
"Hmph. Anyways, don't go around telling people that. I don't want anyone to know just yet."
"I'm fairly sure the whole school knows." everyone said in unison. "And you know it's the case, Iino. Why hide now?"
"B-but, I'm a member of the discipline committee! I can't be seen commiting indecent acts in the school now, can I?"
"Then don't commit them." said Ishigami, "Don't try to hide it Iino, it's not like you."
"Fine then," replied Iino, "No more indecent acts inside the school, got it?"
"Not even when I want it?"
"You're telling me you didn't want it back then?" Iino asked him angrily.
"No, because I don't know which 'back then' you're talking about, because we kissed about a million times this morning."
*Jeez, he really doesn't get it, Kaguya thought to herself. She's just gonna get mad at him again.*
Finally, Iino said, "Ishigami, don't talk to me for the rest of the day. I don't wanna hear anything you have to say." And turned her head towards the report, with a heavy pout.
Kaguya and Miyuki looked shocked, seeing a lover's quarrel live for the first time. Chika looked ecstatic, as if she was watching a TV show and was waiting for the twist on the plot. Ishigami looked like he was hit by a truck. He tried to talk to her, but she didn't listen. Finally, the day came to an end and the council disbanded for the day.
While everyone left, Ishigami was still in the room, sitting next to Iino, who was writing finishing up her report. He gestured for the others to leave, and they left.
Well, they hid behind the door but still, they left the room.
"You're not going?" asked Iino, still looking down at the paper work.
"Not until you talk to me, nope." replied Ishigami.
"Well, I just did, so leave." said Iino. Oh boy, she was angry.
"Not good enough for me."
"I said I'm not gonna talk to you." Iino still didn't give in.
"Look Iino, I just said I don't like you kissing me out of the blue, you know? I mean, when it's occasional I guess it's cool, bug not cool when you do it every other second. Just tell me when you want to." Ishigami tried hard, but she wasn't listening.
*Okay then, plan B*
Ishigami got up from his seat, went to the door, and shouted, "Hey Iino! Look! It's the principal!"
Sure enough, she looked behind suddenly, and saw not the principal, but Ishigami, who was really close for some reason. But her mind was too late in figuring it out. He kissed her, and she didn't pull away. I fact, she pulled him in.
"All bark and no bite, huh?" Ishigami pulled away to reply, a sly grin on his face.
"Oh shut up, you're the same. No surprise kisses you say, and yet you kissed me out of the blue." replied Iino, looking slightly bashful. But don't be fooled. She isn't mad because he kissed her. She's mad because he pulled away too soon.
"I was just doing a demo for you. See? You didn't like it, cause it was too sudden."
Iino facepalmed at how dense this guy is. "You idiot, do you think I'm mad because of that? No wonder you suck at studies, with that logic, your 150th position is well deserved."
"Hey now, don't cross the line. And it's like I said. I will beat you in the next exam."
"Oh really now?" Iino asked playfully, " Let's see if you can do it."
"If I do it, will you go on a date with me?"
Iino froze for a second, the replied, "You don't need a competition to do that.... You know what, I have an idea. We go on a date anyways, but the winner chooses the place to go to."
"Fine with me." replied Ishigami with a smile in his face.
"But hey, were you really mad at me for kissing you too frequently?" Iino asked, with the faintest hint of sadness and pain, something Ishigami hasn't seen on her face in a while.
"No, I was just annoyed. Not because it was bad or anything but because it was too frequent. I felt like it lost its meaning you know?" replied Ishigami.
"You're a little too romantic, aren't you?" Iino replied smugly. "Well, if that's how you feel, them why don't we take turns?"
"Huh?"
"Like, I'm the only one even trying, you know? It won't hurt to be a little bit more proactive, would it? And guess what? It'll feel romantic all the same." Iino replied with a serious face, like she was delivering a lecture. But Ishigami realised something in this little talk. She needed some emotional support from her boyfriend. She wasn't exactly the most liked person, so it's obvious she needs a shoulder to cry on when it gets tough for her. She needed validation for her efforts like everyone else, and he's the only person she can expect it from without sounding selfish.
*God I love this girl, thought Ishigami.(Let us not question his taste, for it is good)*
And while she was talking, Ishigami reached for her hand and held it tightly. This startled Iino, and she stopped mid sentence. He didn't waste a second, and went in for a kiss. And this time, he didn't pull away so soon. In fact it was Iino who did so, because she needed to breathe.
Gasping for air, she asked him, "A little too quick on the update, huh? I thought it'll take a year atleast to settle in."
"Iino," said Ishigami, "I like your plan. Let's kiss each other whenever we want to, okay? I won't stop you, but same goes for you."
"Like I'll ever stop you, you dummy." Iino smiled. But now she had a totally different look in her eyes, and she kissed Ishigami immediately.
It was all fun and games until she stuck her tongue in his mouth. She didn't stop there, and he followed suit. She pushed him down on the sofa, with her intense kissing, their tongues lashing away at each other, the tension was real high.
Ishigami took a breather, and said, "Iino, this is going a bit too far I think-" he was interrupted by her lips. "Stop talking, you're killing the mood."
"I agree." said Ishigami, who lost all sense in the heat of the moment just like his girlfriend here.
But right when it was getting good, Chika kicked the door open, and screamed at the top of her lungs at the duo.
"INDECENT BEHAVIOUR IN SCHOOL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! I MEAN ISHIGAMI IS TOTALLY THE TYPE OF GUY TO DO THIS, BUT EVEN YOU IINO? YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE DISCIPLINE COMMITTEE HOW CAN YOU DO THIS!!"
Unfortunately no one was paying any attention to her. Iino and Ishigami were still embarrassed after realising what had happened and were bright red in the face, but didn't let go of each other's hands. Chika was looking at the president and shinomiya for some support, but they were too busy congratulating their kouhais for successfully taking care of their first relationship problem. This caused them to get scolded too, but it's Chika having fun with all the moral authority so they didn't care for it.
It was going to be happy relationship, and they were glad. Both the couple in question, and the couple who caused this.
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