#i just spent.....over an hour.....writing all of this fml
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wonho and kihyun for the ideal type thingie :D ♥ (im actually really curious lol)
ofc you would
i’m gonna put a read more thingy here so prepare for the longest ramble of ur life
send me 2 idols and i’ll choose which one is more of my ideal type
ugh im so ????? honestly wonho and me would be the ultimate bisexual couple akdka and i live for that concept. we’d be out there going out to different ramen places to find the best one, going on late night dates when everyone else is asleep to watch the stars and eat snacks by the river. i feel like wonho would also be a really protective boyfriend and put his arm around you whenever you’re around other people and just generally always have his hand on some part of your body which,, i’m all about that shit like yes give me that physical contact bitch. but he’d also be so fucking soft and cuddly i’m :*(((( literally all i wanna do with him is lay in bed and cuddle all day but he’d probably call me a lazy bitch and try to get me the fuck out of bed LMAO but some days,, some days when work just got a little too much again he’d pull you back to bed and just stay there with you talking about anything and everything and he’d just be so honest and open and i’m gonna cry lol
gahh i’ve already written 8 pages and i haven’t even gotten to kihyun yet akdka so kihyun……sigh….where do i even start with this mess. i feel like me and kihyun would be such an angery couple LMAO like,, i’d be ready to throw his body out the window while he’s sleeping any day. we’d honestly get so annoyed at each other all the time and only ever tease each other like that’s all we’d do. imagine kihyun and minhyuk as a couple, that is literally US. but punch me in the face if i don’t admit i’m so goddamn head over heals for this fucking bitch., we would cook together all the time and i would teach him how to properly dice an onion bc i’ve seen him do it and i was lowkey disappointed like he can do BETTER. we’d have so many squabbles like we’d be like those children in elementary school that have crushes on each other but don’t know how to express their feelings properly so they just bully each other,, we’d probably play gta together (among other games that i’m actually good at maybe) and he’d literally want to slice my throat open bc all i ever do in gta is steal cars and crash them LMAO i’d literally mess with him every day just to get on his nerves it would bring me so much joy…..but every time that he annoys me back istg i wouldn’t be able to fight off that smile bc even tho he’s annoying as fuck,, he’s just so gd endearing and i’d literally cry watching him clean the fridge bc i’m so in love with his stupid ass. Also imagine how this would all affect our situation in the bedroom JQKDKAK BYE ((u know how he loves to flick his members forehead, he’d probably have a spanking kink too dont @ me))
honestly i’m…..i lowkey hate that i’m saying this akdkak but i feel like in terms of a relationship i’d be a little more drawn to kihyun? end me now lmao but like i suck at expressing my feelings and i feel like i’d show them by passive aggressively taking that kitchen sponge from him and telling him to go rest while i finish the dishes and he’d just. he’d get it you know? plus we both love to game akdka and i just need to see him swear at his tv in english so i can make fun of him ok i know it sounds so dumb but that’s the kind of relationship i want. if we don’t literally want to kill each other every day it’s not worth it.
i love wonho so much and i see him as someone i’d really get along with and become really close with but more in a best friends type of way? we’ll just go on platonic late night ramen dates :(
u cracked me romi. u did it, congrats
#i just spent.....over an hour.....writing all of this fml#also wonho doesnt like video games ;((( cries#i feel like me and him would just have a lot of deep talks#also imagine aggressively taking kihyuns hand and holding it im living for the anger#minhyuk and kihyun tho......thats such a solid ship#also i cant believe romi finally got what she wanted lmao#ask game#replies
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jeonghan always looked at you in a way you had never been seen before, but it was because you were the center of his universe.
love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle
wc.9.2k (fml lol) | jeonghan x gn gose pd!reader (vagina bearing), smut, fluff, filthy language, eating, drinking, so much teasing, tw jeonghan's love language, the pronouns and petnames are neutral but they very hesitantly call hannie "oppa" im so sorry, morning boning, me vs calling jeonghan a prick (term of endearment), oral (fem receiving), protected sex, overstim, ass slappin' (jeonghan is an ass man change my mind), dumbification LMFAO, they don't say i love you but damn is it implied
guess who's back. back again. brainrot's back. tell a friend. i literally wanted to just write gyucheol and be happy but instead jeonghan INFECTED MY FUCKING SKULL and now you get a nearly 10k smut heavy love line sequel! fucking oops? anyways sorry again for just making myself the mc i really have issues when it comes to jeonghan. shout out to this anon for suggesting jeonghan + for your entertainment u are literally the reason this happened tho the sex is much softer than the song would imply its just the FEELING behind it yk. aaaand here’s the playlist. enjoy!
jeonghan had a habit of calling upon you for last minute dinner dates. you only had to be on set or location for shoots every couple of weeks, but you were one of the team members that participated in planning production, so you spent most of your week scheduling and preparing. booking venue, reserving cars, arranging for the crew to arrive early to set up cameras, etcetera. jeonghan was busy, too, despite finishing home;run promotions - it was time to start practicing for end of year festivals and award shows. that, however, didn't stop him from calling you past midnight to see if you were still conscious enough to eat something.
"did i wake you?" he asked, glancing at the clock on the wall of the practice room. "i didn't think about how late it was, i'm sorry."
"i was awake," you assured, stretching out on your couch. "i've been looking for venues for next year."
"still?" he asked. "it's way past office hours."
you sighed. "i had to go to the studio today, so i was too busy to look," you said, putting your laptop on the floor. "do you think the guys would want to go to ganghwado for a shoot?"
"please don't make it that far away," jeonghan pleaded, and you could hear the pout on his lips. "i don't want to drive that far."
you giggled, thinking about how he had already volunteered to drive nearly the same distance in a couple of days. "understood. thank you for your input."
he grinned, grabbing his bag off the floor. "have you eaten?"
"not really," you said, stifling a yawn. "not since six, but it's too late to eat now."
"no it isn't," he quipped immediately. "i need to eat. do you wanna join me?"
you sighed. "i want to, but i'm too lazy. go eat something good for the both of us."
jeonghan was half way down the hall, raising the hand that was carrying his bag in acknowledgement at soonyoung, who was silently asking if he was going with them back to the dorm. "i wanna see you. can i come over?"
you looked around. "it's a bit messy."
"i don't mind."
"i don't have food."
"i'll get something delivered."
you groaned, exasperated. "you're not invited."
jeonghan grinned. "i'll see you in forty?"
you smiled despite yourself. "you'll see me in forty."
it wasn't the first time jeonghan had been to your place - he had convinced you before, too, saying he just wanted to see your face. hear your voice. it had only been a week since you'd filmed at the high school (and the succeeding events that occurred in the bathroom), but just about every day following, jeonghan seemed to use anything as an excuse to talk to you and see you as often as physically possible. you didn't argue, though - you wanted to see him, too. so you enjoyed the last minute dates when he would come over to watch a movie with you before falling asleep in the cab ride back to his dorm. his scratchy voiced phone calls as soon as he woke up, when you had already been working for several hours. his video chats from the company building while you were laying in bed, willing yourself to not fall asleep on the line with your blankets up to your chin. despite the fact that he was only a short 30 minute drive from you - depending on traffic - it almost felt like you were in different timezones.
until, of course, jeonghan appeared at your door bright eyed and bushy tailed at one in the morning. you just smiled at him sleepily and let him engulf you in a hug after he dropped his bag to the floor behind you, and he took off his baseball cap when you accepted the slow kiss he put on your lips. he smelled like body wash, and you vaguely thought about how he must have showered before he came.
"what's this for?" you muttered, feeling his hand on the side of your neck as you pulled away slightly, his other holding the cap against your back.
he shook his head lightly. "nothing. i just missed you."
you snickered against his lips, running your hands through his long hair to keep it out of his face. "you saw me two days ago."
"and that was two days too long ago."
you giggled but let him kiss you again anyways, standing among your shoes at the front door of your apartment, until you jumped nearly a foot in the air at the knock on your door.
jeonghan laughed. "i ordered jokbal on the way over."
you rolled your eyes, knowing that meant he would want to drink. you shoved him away from the door so you could answer it, grabbing a mask from the table by your door. "you're not gonna be able to wake up tomorrow."
"i don't get hangovers," he argued, but shut his mouth when you put a finger to his lips and opened the door.
he stayed quiet and out of sight as you accepted the food delivery, kicking off his shoes and putting his hat back on his head, then took the bags from you when you shut the door.
"are you eating with me?" he asked, putting the food on your living room table.
you sighed, pulling off the mask. "i wasn't going to, but i can't say no to jokbal."
he giggled at you. "you're not gonna be able to wake up tomorrow," he teased, following you into the kitchen to wash his hands as you made your way to the fridge. you popped open the door and looked around it for a moment, then laughed. jeonghan looked at you questioningly as he passed by on his way back to your living room.
"jokes on you, i only have two bottles."
"damn," jeonghan said, settling on the floor and tearing open bags. "will that be enough for all this food? i should have ordered soju, too."
"do they deliver alcohol?" you asked, opening a cupboard and looking for shot glasses.
he watched you from the table, smiling slightly at the annoyed noise you made when you couldn't quite reach them in the back of the cupboard, only speaking again when you managed to grab two. "lots of places deliver alcohol," he said, peeling lids off of plastic containers. "oh, wow, this looks good."
"it's a good thing this is all i have," you said. "if we drink too much, i won't be able to get you to go home." he just shook his head with a smirk on his lips as you returned and placed the soju on the table with the two small metal cups, then sat across from him on the floor with a soft grunt. jeonghan giggled and you eyed him. "making fun of my noises?"
"no way," he said, breaking apart chopsticks and moving the dishes around the table to be accessible by you both. "you're just really cute."
you laughed, swirling the soju bottle the way you knew jeonghan liked. "i'm glad you think so, because i just feel old."
"if you're old, what am i?"
you looked at him. "older."
you were laughing when he yelled at you, and you just poured the shots and rolled your eyes, handing him one of the metal cups. "shush, my neighbors are probably asleep."
he squinted at you, but took the cup anyways. "one of these days, you're gonna have to learn to be respectful towards me."
"i used to be, and look where that got me," you quipped, letting out a harsh breath in reaction to the alcohol and watching him knock his back. "now you invite yourself over to drink at one in the morning."
he pouted, grabbing a lettuce leaf to make a wrap. "i thought you said you wanted to eat with me."
you just smiled at him, looking around at the spread to assess where you wanted to start. your stomach growled at the smell, and you realized that maybe not eating in seven hours and taking a shot was a bad call when all you could do was blink at the food. jeonghan laughed, folding the lettuce over the fillings he had picked out, then held it over the table for you.
"you eat first," you said, pouting.
he grinned. "no, you first. take it."
you sighed and went to take it from him, just for him to pull his hand away.
"i have it wrapped nicely, you'll ruin it if you try to hold it."
you rolled your eyes. "you're annoying."
"eat, y/n. before the soju hits."
you decidedly did not mention that you were already starting to feel it when you put your hands on the table to lift yourself onto your knees, leaning forward and letting him feed you. your face felt like it was on fire when your lips brushed against his fingers, but he just smiled as he watched you chew.
"good?"
you nodded, glaring at him with furrowed brows as you chewed. "delicious."
jeonghan laughed again, grabbing another piece of lettuce. "i like you."
you studied him, sitting in your living room in his sweatshirt and baseball cap, making jokbal wraps, and you wondered how you had managed to catch this guy's attention. it seemed unrealistic to you, that an idol had decided you were worth his extremely limited time, even though when he first started flirting you had only seen him as the talent - just someone you worked with. when you were on the editing team, you had always thought that seventeen was funny, but you had never put too much effort into keeping up with their releases outside of watching new mvs and turning up the radio when their songs played as an act of loyalty to your work. now, though, you found special interest in a certain member, and you couldn't help but be curious about what he did all day when he said he was practicing.
so you did a little research. and though you would never admit it, it was hard to ignore how extremely good he was at what he did. he was an idol, really. like, an idol idol. he put on a stellar performance and people all over the world practically worshipped him, but for some unknown reason, he wanted to sit in your apartment and accept your argumentative teasing nearly every day. you stared at him as he ate, and he laughed when he swallowed. he made another wrap for you, insisting that you eat it from his hand again as you covered your face and swore up and down that you weren't drunk from just one shot.
you poured another as you chewed, and he cheersed you heartily and told you to hurry up and eat, because he was hungry and he wasn't gonna keep making bites for you. you snapped into action, but all that was on your mind was how days kept passing, and he kept being interested in you, and you couldn't help but think he could do so much better than some film nerd that worked on his variety show.
after eating a wrap you made yourself, you cleared your throat. "do you have a schedule tomorrow?"
he shook his head. "they gave me a day off."
"so, are you gonna order more soju?"
he looked at you and laughed. "is that you inviting me to stay over?"
"no," you said, pouting. "it just seemed like you wanted to drink."
he watched you pick at side dishes. "and you told me if we drank more you wouldn't be able to make me go home, so i'll ask again. are you asking me to stay over?"
you looked up to make eye contact with him and regretted it immediately. jeonghan hadn't stayed over yet - almost, but you had managed to pull yourself off him, despite how badly his lips on yours and his hands running over your hips made you want him to stay forever. he had just looked up at you, confused, and you said something about an early producers meeting. he seemed understanding, standing with you from the couch and telling you to sleep well before he left, but you beat yourself up afterwards for clamming up when you had literally nothing to hide - he had seen you with his dick in your mouth already. he had felt you cum on his fingers as he muttered against your lips how you drove him crazy, yet you kept hesitating. in fact, other than your bathroom quickie, you had been avoiding intimate situations with jeonghan completely. maybe it was an insecurity, or maybe it was just that you felt embarrassed that you had sunk to your knees for him so easily, but you felt the need to make whatever this was a little more official before you let him take you to bed.
not that him staying over even meant that you would fuck, you reminded yourself. he had been practicing today, even if he had gotten off earlier than usual. he was probably tired. you were tired, too, after staring at a screen for the last twelve hours. you were both drinking. you had to work tomorrow, even if it was just from home. there were a million reasons for you to not put out, but part of you wondered if he would be expecting something if you said yes.
he didn't break eye contact until you did, and you chewed on your lip as you put down your chopsticks. "only if you don't want to go back to the dorms."
he laughed lightly. "if spending time with you is the alternative, i'll never want to go back."
you considered his words, leaning back on your hands. spending time with you, you thought. maybe there wasn't as much expectation as you were worried about.
despite your long conversations, conversations in which jeonghan told you things he would never tell someone he didn't feel close to, he still felt like a mystery to you. you knew the facts, like what his mother had made him for breakfast when he was in high school, or how he reacted when he met his sister's current boyfriend, or what he did the last time he visited home, but not the thoughts in his head at any given moment. he was incredibly hard to read, and maybe that was because he had worked so hard to keep up a wall from his personal life, but it left you staring at him, wishing you knew what was happening behind his eyes. especially when they sparkled at you like they did now.
"what's on your mind?" he asked, and you almost laughed. it felt like he already knew.
"i'm just wondering what you're thinking."
"me?" he asked, sticking his chopsticks in his mouth briefly. "i'm thinking about how i finally get to cuddle with you all night."
that made a smile creep onto your face. maybe you were just overthinking things.
jeonghan ordered the soju. you drank it with him. it was almost three when you said something about how you should wash up before you were too tired. he smiled at you and told you to go ahead, that he would clean up the table.
"no," you said shortly, standing and gathering up the now emptied containers. "my place. i clean up."
he helped you anyways, despite your arguing. you blinked extra hard as you tried to sort the garbage, and jeonghan noticed after he put the untouched soju bottles (he had purposefully bought too many to replenish your stock) in the fridge.
he laughed. "you should go to bed."
"i need to shower," you said, pouting at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him.
"you need sleep," he argued.
you pushed the heel of your palm against your eye and rubbed. "sleeping without showering is gross."
"i'll help you wash your sheets tomorrow."
even though you were resisting him, he made good arguments, and he finally convinced you to just wash your face and go to sleep. you groaned and agreed, tearing yourself away from his arms with great difficulty.
"do you have something to wear to bed?" you asked, squinting at him from your bathroom's doorway.
he looked at you, a quick smirk on his lips. "don't pretend you wear pajamas. we've video chatted at night, remember?"
you exhaled sharply, offended but unable to argue. "fuck you."
he laughed in response as he stacked the plastic containers. "not tonight."
your face burned and you rolled your eyes, shutting the door behind you, and you stared yourself down in the mirror for a long moment before you turned on the sink.
not tonight, he had said. not tonight. you washed your face, mind tingling with thoughts of how blatantly jeonghan flirted with you just about every day, teasing and implying, and even when you had been on your knees, he had said something about needing to fuck you. you thought about how you had promised next time. but when he had you slightly liquored up and knew he would be sleeping in your bed, he was acting like some kind of gentleman. you wondered if it was all some kind of play. if he was setting you up. that sounded like the jeonghan you had known before, the jeonghan on going shoots that always wanted to deceive and win, but not the one that blearily asked how your morning was going in baby talk when he called you after noon.
you sat on the edge of your bed in a large shirt that you used to wear as pajamas, back before you decided just underwear was more comfortable, and stared at your phone. you had told jeonghan you were going to bed, and he said he'd be there in a minute, his sleeves pushed up his arms as he tied off a food waste bag before you retreated to your bedroom to change, and now you thought about his forearms. about his hands. you heard him brushing his teeth in your bathroom, remembering that he always carried a toothbrush with him. you thought about his lips. his tongue. your mind drifted to other parts of him, too. parts you had only seen once but occupied your thoughts when you had been laying alone in bed on multiple occasions.
shaking your head slightly, you tossed your phone aside and pushed your palms to your face. you had been so worried about what he would be expecting from you tonight, but now that you knew it was nothing, why did you want it so bad?
jeonghan knocked lightly on the ajar door before he entered, and you dropped your hands from your face to look at him. he laughed, pointing at you as he walked in. "what's with the shirt? i told you, i already know you sleep naked."
"shut up, i don't sleep naked," you lied, huffing as you tugged at your covers to climb under them, putting your phone on your bedside. "a man sees your pixelated collarbone once and thinks he knows your whole life story."
"well, i sleep naked," he said, tugging at his sleeves to pull the sweatshirt over his head. "but i'll keep my underwear on if it makes you feel more comfortable."
you crossed your arms and glared at him, making him laugh as he made a neat pile of clothes, taking off his shirt, and your eyes flicked over his lean torso without realizing. he paused his undressing, hands on the waistband on his sweats.
"should i make a show of it?"
your eyes shot to the ceiling, and you huffed as though it was an act of indignation at his innuendo rather than the humiliating realization that you had been staring. you tugged at the covers, pulling them over your head and rolling onto your side. he laughed when you called him annoying, but you knew he knew you were just embarrassed.
you stayed there, the covers over your head, as he made his way around your bed to slide in next to you. despite the fact that he had never been there before, he seemed awfully comfortable to you, but maybe he was just trying to make up for how clearly flustered you were. he pulled the covers over his head, too, curled up on his side to face you. your eyes were clamped shut, but you opened them when you felt his gaze on you.
he smiled. "hi."
you stared at him. "hi."
his fingers found yours, tangling with them as he studied your face. "do i have permission to cuddle?"
you pouted, then nodded. he grinned and scooted closer to you, popping his head out from the covers as he adjusted. you lifted your head as he put his arm under your neck, and his opposite hand ran down your bare thigh, tugging it over his hip. he kissed your forehead as you wrapped an arm around his torso, and he sighed contentedly.
"i've been wanting this ever since i met you."
you giggled, burying your face in his neck. "to get in my bed?"
he laughed lightly, running his hand up your back. "to hold you like this."
you hummed, thinking. "since the first time we met?"
jeonghan paused, adjusting his cheek on your head. "i've liked you for a really long time."
"why?"
he exhaled, smiling. "are you really asking right now?"
you pulled your head back to look him in the eyes. "yeah."
he stared at you, remembering his promise that he would never lie to you as long as you were in his arms. he wondered if you remembered it, too, but knew it didn't matter if you did or not. it was a promise he made not because he wanted to, but because he knew it would be impossible for him to tell anything but the truth when you were this close to him. "you have the most beautiful laugh i've ever heard."
your lips pursed as you tried to hide a smile. "really?"
"really," he said. "your laugh made me happy, and i wanted to be able to hear it all the time."
you giggled at him. "cheesy."
"hey! you asked," he whined, pulling on your body as he fell onto his back. you were all giggles as you adjusted to snuggle into his side, your thigh resting over his hips. "what about you? why do you like me?"
"i don't," you bluffed, and he tried to push you off him as you laughed and fought to keep him in place. "i'm joking!"
"i was so honest," he said, cursing under his breath but with a smile on his lips. "i shouldn't even bother with you."
you giggled as he settled again, letting you keep your arms around his chest. "this is why."
he peered at you out of the corner of his eye. "this?"
you smiled at him. "you're fun. you make me laugh."
he sighed, running a hand down your thigh where it laid across him. "i guess we suit each other, then."
you lifted your hand to his jaw, pulling him to face you as he just gave you a questioning look. you kissed him, gently, and his head lifted off your pillow slightly to better the angle, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and his opposite hand gliding up to grip your waist. you sighed against him, fingers finding the hair at his nape as you noticed that his toothpaste tasted different than yours.
jeonghan's grip at your waist tightened and he pulled himself up into his side to kiss you deeper, but suddenly hesitated. he pulled away slightly, and you chased after him, making him exhale in amusement. "let's not."
"not what?" you asked, gaze flickering from his lips to his eyes.
"start something we can't finish."
"who says we can't finish?" you pouted, placing another kiss on his lips.
he chuckled against you. "you're tired. i'm tired. we drank. and i want to be completely lucid when i fuck you for the first time."
you sighed, wondering if he had caught onto your hesitation earlier in the evening. if he didn't want to feel like he was pressuring you into something you weren't ready to do. as if on cue, you were struck by a yawn. he laughed, but almost immediately matched it, making you giggle. "fine. but only because i'm gonna pass out any minute."
he lifted his head slightly to watch as you rolled over and pushed your back against him, adjusting the covers around you and resting your cheek against his arm. he laughed and scooted closer, wrapping his other arm around you and burying his nose in your hair.
"goodnight," you said, weaving your fingers with his against your stomach.
he smiled against your hair, pressing a gentle kiss at the back of your head. "goodnight."
you awoke the next morning too early, cursing your body's annoying habit of rousing you from sleep as soon as any amount of alcohol dissipated from your bloodstream. you stretched for a moment, then noticed the arm under your neck.
you got up on your elbows and looked over, finding jeonghan still sound asleep in the same position he had been in the night before, but the arm that he had wrapped around you was now curled into his chest - probably because you adjusted too many times in your sleep. you stared at him a moment, then laid back down, curling your arms into your chest as you faced him and tugged the blankets up to your ears. you watched his eyes move behind his eyelids, and wondered what he was dreaming about.
when jeonghan opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you asleep before him, the sound of your gentle snoring, and the smell of your shampoo on your pillows. a small smile found its way on his face, and he gently pushed a strand of hair off your forehead before settling his hand over yours, running a thumb over your knuckles before drifting off again.
you woke up again, blinking blearily at jeonghan as sunlight streamed in between your curtains. you looked around, popping your head up to check the time, but the hand over yours tightened when you went to move.
"don't go," jeonghan muttered, inhaling deeply and stretching his spine.
you exhaled, a small smile on your lips. "i have to work today, jeonghan."
he blinked at you, eyes barely opening. "what time is it?"
he let you pull a hand away to grab your phone, but kept the other in his grip as you lit up the screen. "10:12."
"you need to sleep more," he said, putting your hand to his lips as he spoke and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
you watched him. "i have work."
"do you have a meeting?" he asked.
you faltered, recognizing his logic from a mile away. "n-no, but-"
"you worked late yesterday," he muttered, adjusting and pulling you back into bed with him. "you can start late today."
despite the fact that you knew you needed to get work done, it was hard to resist jeonghan's charm and his sound argument that work could wait, especially when he was half naked in your bed. you tried anyways, maneuvering to sit up. "i need to check my emails and organize the catering you guys won."
"do it later," he said, wrapping his arms around your torso and tugging you into his chest.
you planted your hand on the mattress, fighting him best you could. "stop, hannie opp-"
his eyes widened, a grin flashing across his face when you slapped a hand over your mouth. "what did you call me?"
you tried to roll out of his grip, face burning. "shut up."
"oppa?" he asked, giggling, maneuvering over you. "did you call me oppa?"
"i told you to shut up," you said, avoiding his eyes, hands trying to push his shoulders away as you wiggled towards the edge of the mattress. "i have to work, jeonghan."
he looked down at you. "not til you say it again."
you swallowed, suddenly realizing the position you were in and the sparkle in his eye. "say what?"
he smirked, your hands weak against his shoulders as he leaned down. "you know what."
you stared up at him, hoping he would do exactly what you wanted him to if you refused. "no i don't."
his laugh was gentle, and you could feel the exhale of breath on your lips. "sounds like you don't wanna work that bad."
your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his skull, pulling him down to kiss you. his lips immediately opened against yours, and your fingers dug into his scalp as he hiked your thigh up against his hip. you yelped, letting out a short giggle as he settled his weight onto you, and he kissed you like you were air. like you were his sustenance. like he wouldn't live another day if he couldn't have you.
jeonghan groaned when your nails scratched down his scalp, his hips canting against your thigh. "stop."
you panted, looking at him questioningly. "stop?"
he breathed out a laugh, staring at your lips. "being exactly what i want. you make it so hard to resist you."
heat radiated off of your face and your eyes got wide, and he just smiled fondly and kissed your cheeks as you whined, trying to cover your face with your fingers.
"why?" he asked, eyes bright, pulling your fingers from your face. "why are you so shy all of a sudden?"
you pouted at him. "i don't know."
"you were awfully bold before," he said, and your mind immediately flashed to the previous week, when you had dragged him into a public bathroom. "so why are you acting shy now?"
you groaned. "because you really like me."
jeonghan pitched his eyebrows at you, running a hand back down your side, landing at your hip. "i always really liked you."
"yeah, but-" your fingers going to his neck again. "i don't know. i thought maybe you weren't being too serious."
he smiled, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips. "i only play games when feelings aren't involved."
"i know that now," you muttered, completely okay with the way he interrupted you with his mouth any time you paused. "you've been here three times in a week and we've only been on two dates."
he giggled against your lips. "is this a hint that i should take you out more?"
"no," you said, shaking your head once. "i like you better in private."
jeonghan grinned, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest when he put a hand on the back of your neck and tilted your jaw upwards, deepening the kiss. you put your arms over his shoulders, and he brought his hand down your body, tugging your thigh higher on his hip. you felt light, like you were at the top of a rollercoaster with your limbs tingling in anticipation. he broke from your lips just to nudge your jaw with his nose, kissing down your throat and making you groan in reaction. he sat back on his legs, his hands on your waist, tugging you over his parted thighs to press himself against your core, and you gasped, chewing at your lip as your back arched against the mattress, legs split over him. he pushed back the covers, quickly replacing his hands on your body.
"fuck, you're so hot," jeonghan muttered, suddenly distracted by your skin as he helped your shirt up your body. he stared down at your stomach, running his thumb over the exposed flesh. "is this okay?"
you nodded fervently, "of course."
when his eyes met yours, he couldn't help but grin, immediately leaning over you again. his kisses were deeper. more meaningful. "are you sure?"
"jeonghan," you moaned, fingers running over his scalp to comb his hair back. "please just hurry up and fuck me."
his smirk was more than enough confirmation that he would do just that, and you giggled when he ran his hands up your torso, under the shirt you had put on as some kind of defense mechanism the night before. he sat up again, and you pulled yourself up with him to let him remove it from your body, and he stared down at you. "you drive me insane."
you kissed him, and he ran his hands over your body when yours found his neck. your skin felt on fire, his fingers triggering sparks everywhere they touched, and he laid you back down before kissing down your chest. his lips wrapped around a nipple, and you gasped, hips bucking against him before he pushed them back down into the mattress.
he pulled himself from your chest to look up at you. "impatient."
you groaned, fingers in his hair. "prick."
he laughed. "that's starting to sound like a petname."
you giggled, biting at your lip. "it is one."
you watched his tongue roll out of his mouth to give your other nipple equal treatment, and you couldn't help the way your head rolled to one side, hips fighting against his firm, one handed grip. his other hand curved under your back as it lifted off your bed, and he scooted to allow him to work his way down your chest, making you groan at the loss of contact.
his eyes flicked up to your face as he pulled his hand from your hip, running down over your underwear and landing his fingers over your core. another gasp escaped you, and you threw an arm over your face.
"nope," he said, pulling himself up to your face, pushing your arm off and pinning it above your head. "don't hide."
your chest heaved as you looked up at him, and your mouth gaped as he ran his fingers over your slit. "f-fuck, jeonghan-"
"feel good, baby?" he asked, leaning over you to nip at your neck again. "you're already wet."
your unrestrained hand went to the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as he sucked a mark against your pulse. "god, please, i need you so bad."
his lips parted into a smile on your throat, and he placed several more kisses before backing up off you. your hands chased after him, and you tried to sit up to keep contact, but he just pushed your thighs up, forcing you to stay on your back as you moaned. he stared down at your clothed pussy, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he pushed his now hard member against your damp underwear.
your fingers desperately clawed at his thighs, willing him to just hurry up and fuck you, but he just backed up again, pulling your undies down your legs. you hissed when your hot core made contact with the cool air, and he settled his shoulders under your thighs and ran a finger through your folds, making you grip at the sheets and stretch out your neck.
"so reactive," he commented, swirling his wet finger around your clit without making contact. you jolted, whining. "your moans are just as beautiful as your laugh."
you panted, looking down at him and being greeted by a shiteating grin, which only made your face burn hotter. "can you just shut up and finger me or whatever?"
jeonghan laughed, refocusing on your core briefly, then looking up to watch your reaction as he pressed a finger into you. "i'm trying to talk dirty. most people would be grateful."
you pressed the back of your hand against an eye socket, jaw dropping and chest heaving as he curled his digit in you. "i want you so bad i can't think straight."
"look at me, baby."
it took you a few seconds, but you managed to lift your head off the mattress, quickly tugging a pillow under your neck for ease as you looked down to where jeonghan was laying between your legs. when your eyes found his, he rolled his tongue out, the tip brushing against your clit. your eyebrows knit together and you gasped sharply, your head digging into the pillow.
he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "if you want me to keep going, you have to watch. i'm here for your entertainment, after all."
you groaned, gripping a blanket and desperately trying to pull your attention back to him. "you're so annoying."
"you say that a lot for someone that clearly enjoys it."
as soon as your eyes landed on him again, he dropped his tongue to your clit, but firmer this time. you cursed as he curled his finger in your core. "please, jeonghan."
his eyebrow quirked up at you, and you gasped as he pulled his finger out of you and replaced it with his tongue. your entire body tensed, and you instinctively pushed his hair out of his face, your fingers lacing against his scalp, making him smile against you as he lapped at your folds. you would have been embarrassed by the noises that came from your lips if you could think about anything but how incredible his mouth felt on you, but instead, you just unapologetically whined and moaned as he put open mouthed kisses across your pussy. he stayed there for a while, until your noises pitched upwards in a way that signified you were approaching bliss, then pushed your thighs up, and backed up to observe the way your walls clenched around nothing. he looked up at you once, making sure you were still watching, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.
you yelped, then let out a long moan, your thighs struggling against his grip as you pushed your head into the pillow. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
he let go of one thigh, giving you brief, false reprieve, only for him to shove two fingers into your hole, making you let out a strangled yell of his name. he groaned, pushing his erection against the mattress in hopes of relieving the ache in his stomach, but kept working you until you were babbling, hands gripping his hair in desperation.
"fuck, han, i'm gonna-" was all you could manage before being cut off by a high pitch moan, your body rattling as your peak washed over you. you choked, desperately trying to catch your breath as he kept curling his fingers and flicking his tongue against you, watching the way your chest heaved through his lashes. you yelped, tugging at his hair to pull him away from your sensitive clit, and he stared up at you, panting, as you let out several labored breaths.
he pulled his fingers from you, sucking them slowly, and you just groaned, hands pulling at him but doing none of the work as he crawled over you.
"jeonghan-" you started, your hands massaging the back of his neck, and he just kissed you, making you whimper against him. you winced slightly when his clothed member pressed against you, but it just resulted in you moaning against his pussy-soaked lips, and made him push his hips against you harsher.
"i love it when you moan my name," he said, rutting against you. "fuck, you're so hot."
you couldn't help the noises that slipped from your lips, your eyelids heavy as you tried to focus on his face. "god-"
he smiled. "you're already ruined, aren't you?"
you didn't respond, but he just kissed you as he blindly pulled at the drawer at your bedside.
"condoms, baby" he prompted when he didn't immediately see them, but you just blearily stared up at him. a look of worry flashed over his face. "you have condoms, right?"
you blinked hard. "y-yeah, sorry," then looked at the open drawer. "second one."
he chuckled, kissing you again before he shut the drawer he had opened and crawled over to open the one below it. "you scared me."
"you don't carry any?" you asked, the air cool against your burning skin without his presence over you.
"don't generally need them, and i wasn't expecting this so soon," he said, then pulled the unopened box out of the drawer and quirked an eyebrow at you, making you roll your eyes and look away. he giggled, peeling off the plastic. "when did you buy these?"
"i'm not answering that," you said, but he could tell by your tone that it was recent. you sat up to kiss his shoulder when he tore a packet off the strip and threw the box back in the drawer, but he almost immediately stood from the bed, pushing his underwear down his thighs and stepping out of them. you crawled to the edge of the bed, landing your knees on the floor in front of him, and he only groaned when you took his cock in your hand.
you looked up at him, his lips parted as you wrapped your fingers around his member, rolling your tongue out to kitten lick at the tip. he bit at his lips, lids heavy when he put a hand at the back of your skull. saliva pooled in your mouth as you stared down his cock, and you couldn't help but moan when you pushed your lips as far over it as you could manage.
"f-fuck," he groaned, pulling at your hair and tugging you straight off, a thin string of spit connecting the tip to your bottom lip. "don't distract me."
you looked up at him innocently, just for him to shake his head at you in exasperation when you licked him again. he tore open the foil packet and put it in your face, placing a hand at the base of his cock to hold it steady as you rolled the condom onto him.
the foil got discarded and he offered you a hand, helping you to your feet so he could kiss you. you nearly melted against him, your knees feeling weak. swiftly, before you could even truly register, he pushed you back and you fell onto your bed, feeling a quick surge of adrenaline as you propped yourself up on your elbows and he pushed your thighs apart. he stared down at your pussy, pressing the length of his member against it and pushing it through your folds. your head fell back, letting out a moan when the head of his cock bumped against your clit. you fell from your elbows, looking up at where he stood at the edge of your bed. his eyes flashed to yours, and he gave you a small smile.
"you said you work from home today?"
your chest heaved, mind unable to focus on much other than the way he felt against your lips, unable to even conceive how good it would feel when he fucked you. "i don't have anywhere to be until tomorrow."
the corner of his mouth quirked upwards. "good. you're not gonna be able to walk after i'm done with you."
he backed his hips up and angled himself down, pushing into your warmth. you moaned, your thighs falling to either side as he bottomed out, eyes clamped shut as his fingers wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his hips. he smirked at you when you slowly opened your eyes, mouth still gaping. he pulled out slowly, then snapped his hips forward, making you squeal and grip at his biceps.
"you already look fucked," he panted. before you could respond, he pistoned his hips into you again and again, and your fingers fruitlessly tried to grip any part of his torso, despite it being just out of reach.
"fuck, jeonghan, you're-" you moaned again, your hands landing on the edge of your mattress and gripping. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
jeonghan's tongue shot out of his mouth again, wetting his lower lip before he tugged it between his teeth. "god you feel incredible," he muttered. "you take it so good."
he kept his brutal pace until your moans turned into high pitched squealing, and he threw his head back, lost in the feeling of you. your entire body tensed, and you wondered if it was even possible to feel this close to another orgasm so quickly.
"baby," he groaned, leaning over you and planting his hands on either side of your torso. your hands went to his neck, and he licked his lips as he looked down at you. "fuck, you're tight."
you whined, wanting his lips on yours. the slight change in angle was enough to make you feel like heaven, especially with the way his pelvis tapped at your spent clit with every thrust. "i'm gonna cum again."
"yeah?" he asked, eyes resting on your parted lips. "i'm nowhere near done with you, baby."
you groaned, feeling the knot tighten as he pumped into you. he started to push you up, and you used your elbows to scoot further onto the mattress as he put his knees on the bed, hiking your thigh up his hip to deepen the angle. you wanted to scream, but just dug your teeth into his shoulder, making him grunt as he pushed his face into your neck. you clawed at his back, toes curling behind his hips as the pleasure overwhelmed you, and all you could manage was a whimper as you began to crescendo.
"talk to me, y/n," he panted against your neck between wet kisses. "i want to hear your voice."
"jeonghan, shit, i'm-" you squealed when he pushed a thumb against your clit. "jeonghan, jeonghan, fuck! jeonghan!"
he kissed you, and you let out a whiney moan against his lips as you came, hands shaking at the base of his skull as he fucked you through your second peak. your thighs clamped around him, willing him to slow down, but he barely faltered as he moaned, forehead pressed to yours, clearly enjoying the way you squeezed around him too much to pause.
he backed up, and you tried to catch your breath when he pulled out of you, but he just pushed your thighs to one side and rolled you onto your stomach. you struggled to inhale before he tugged your hips off the mattress, and you spread your knees to display yourself to him, trying to get up onto your hands as your back dipped. he kept a hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock between your folds again. you wailed at the feeling, your forehead dropping to brush against your mattress. he fucked into you firmly, and you let out a low moan, your arms giving out and your chest dropping to the bed.
jeonghan's hands gripped at your ass, watching the way your pussy pulled him deeper as he pumped in and out of you, his tongue taking permanent residence at the corner of his lips. he silently thanked the thin rubber wrapped around his member, thinking that, without it, he would have cum in seconds with how insanely good you felt.
your throat hurt, and you thought you felt tears on your face, but all you could do was grip at the blankets on your bed and curse repeatedly as your face hovered inches from the mattress. you could barely even hear the way his hips slapped against your ass with how fucked out you were, but you processed the sound only because jeonghan brought a hand down against you, the slap resounding in your senses. you jolted, letting out a guttural moan and pushing your cheek against the bed.
"you like that, don't you?" jeonghan asked, massaging the now red mark on your ass when you let out a noise of approval. "you would let me do anything to you."
he slapped your ass again, and your back curled. "fuck, h-hannie-"
he groaned. "shit, baby, you feel too good." he leaned over you, one hand on the bed beside you and the other keeping your hips in place as he chased his high. "god, you're sucking me in."
you arched your back best you could to accommodate to his angle, desperately clinging to your sheets and almost positive you were drooling at this point. your ass stung, your knees ached, and your neck was starting to hurt, but all that fell to the wayside with the way he filled you. gripped you. fucked you.
his forehead landed on your shoulder blade. "do you think you can you cum again for me, baby? you feel so good when you cum."
you whimpered. "i-i…" you swallowed thickly. "i don't-"
he chuckled lightly. "i shouldn't have asked. i need you to cum again, y/n."
you gasped at his words as he hit you deep, then buried your face in a blanket when he licked his fingers to rub them over your overstimulated clit. "fu-uck!"
jeonghan pushed his hand against your hip to push you further onto him as he pistoned into you, his fingers circling your clit and breath labored. "is that a yes?"
you couldn't vocalise anything coherent, just repeated whining as your body resisted the inevitable orgasm that he was pulling from it. your mouth opened, but no noise came out as you keened, the only signifier of your orgasm being the way jeonghan groaned at your walls restricting around him.
he let out a stuttered ah, shit, jerking his hips into you recklessly for a long moment before he unloaded into the rubber. he pushed his furrowed brow into your shoulder, slowing his pumping, and let out a strangled noise when you clenched around his sensitive member.
you only breathed again when he pulled out, collapsing onto his back beside you. you couldn't move for a moment, your joints locked in place as you attempted to recover coherent thought. you looked at jeonghan, your cheek against the mattress, and he was flushed and trying to catch his breath with a hand on his forehead, body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.
he rolled his head to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. "you look good like that."
you swallowed, rubbing your face against the sheets. "face down, ass up?"
he laughed, then sat up, putting a much gentler slap against your butt before pulling it down onto the bed. you groaned, already feeling sore, but appreciative of the aid in laying on your side as you stretched out your legs. he pulled off the condom and put a kiss on your shoulder. "i'll be right back."
by the time he returned from the bathroom and rejoined you in bed, you had managed to normalize your breathing, but your heart was still pounding and you were pretty sure at least three of your toes were numb as you laid on your back, legs bent at the knee over the edge of your bed.
jeonghan has a smile on his face as he laid next to you, propping his head up on a hand and running the other up your body. "are you okay?"
you exhaled, putting a hand on your forehead. "you fucked me dumb." he laughed, making you giggle in response as you looked up at him. "how am i supposed to get work done now?"
"you're not," he said matter of factly. "take a personal day. stay in bed with me."
"jeonghan," you warned, but pausing when he leaned over you and put his lips against yours. your throat made a soft noise that almost resembled a moan. "you guys are shooting tomorrow. i have to confirm your cars with the rental place so we can set the cameras in the morning."
"i thought we weren't supposed to be shooting," he said, smiling at you. you rolled your eyes, recognizing that he was just trying to change the subject from your need to work.
"just because you guys are acting like it's not a shoot, doesn't mean we don't have to set up cameras."
he just studied your face fondly. "stay."
"jeonghan it's past eleven. i have things to do."
"what if i call hyungseok," he said, making you laugh. "i'll tell him you're sick."
"are you trying to announce to the world that we're a thing?" you asked, giggling. "besides, even sick people can work from home."
"i'll tell him you're in a coma."
you shoved his chest, giggling. "let me go get my laptop so i can work from bed. fair compromise?"
he hummed, looking unconvinced. "fine. you have to stay naked, though."
you hit his arm, making him laugh at your indignant noise. "you're insufferable."
"that's no way to treat a man that just made you cum three times."
"whatever." you adjusted, sitting up with great difficulty and attempting to pull yourself off the bed, only for jeonghan to grab your arm. you looked at him, confused, as he sat up.
"you haven't said it yet."
"what?"
he laughed pulling you towards him. without much thought, you straddled his lap, knees on either side of him against the mattress. he smiled up at you as you settled on his thighs. "you know what."
heat flashed over your face, suddenly feeling embarrassed despite the fact that you were literally naked and sitting on his lap. "oh my god, are you serious?"
he laughed, biting his lip and holding you against him when you attempted escape. "say it. i wanna hear it."
your gaze flickered between his eyes, unable to help the smile on your face. you exhaled, brushing his hair back on his scalp before planting your hands behind his ears. "fine," you sighed. "ha. ni. o. ppa."
"again," he said, making you laugh.
you leaned down to kiss him briefly. "oppa."
he looked at your lips. "one more time."
"you're pushing it."
"c'mon," he whined, eyebrows tenting as he looked up at you. he pushed his lips out in a pout. "please?"
you rolled your eyes. "oppa."
he grinned. "okay, you're allowed to work now."
you shook your head and looked away, backing off his lap and grabbing the shirt you had worn to sleep. "you're lucky you have good stroke game."
he laughed, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. "y'know, it feels good to be respected every once in a while. yah!" he pointed at you, and you jumped at his tonal change. "i said stay naked."
"you're not my boss," you said, then stuck your tongue out at him.
"oh, you little-" he launched himself at you, making you squeal with laughter as you tried to avoid him, but his arms instantly wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. he tugged at your body, managing to get you just unbalanced enough to get you to fall into your bed again with him, and you thought about how no one had ever been as fun as yoon jeonghan.
#caratwritersclub#svtredroom#THIS IS SOSJKFHDSKJFHKDSF#i just#continually get fucked over by yoon jeonghan#i meant for this to include the going magazine shoot and i was like i cant make this 20k#also ive been trying to post this for ages but i had to do all the italics and im watching the concert replay#and i kept getting distracted so it took like ten times as long#GOD#anwyasydjshf#yoon jeonghan scenarios#yoon jeonghan imagines#yoon jeonghan fluff#yoon jeonghan smut#seventeen scenarios#seventeen smut#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#hannie#i wrote dis#fuck meeeee this is OSAJLKDJFDK#its just so blatantly me how embarrassin#like i just made this . . .. . me in bed JHFDKSFH#dlst
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I Understand... (Part 18)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader
Words: 1191
Summary: You’re the daughter of Tony Stark, and after meeting the Avengers for the first time, you begin to fall for the one who your father despises most…Bucky Barnes.
Warnings: short time jumps, swearing & PURE FLUFF!!!
A/N - omg I can never apologise enough about this series... fml. I thought this would be the last chapter BUT I wanted to end on a cliff hanger AHAHAHA cause I’m a bitch like that... Did NOT realise how much I actually missed this series, wow :( sorry for any writing errors, still need to edit but I hate keeping ya’ll waiting x
A week had passed since your outburst with Tony. At this point, both Bucky and yourself were completely drained: all this bickering back and forth between Tony, the unnecessary burden of Danny, on top of that with the rush to prepare for the near arrival of your child. You both needed to resort your priorities, focusing on the newly found prospects of parenthood. No more Danny, no more Tony, if need be…
“He brought it upon himself, baby,” Bucky would say, reminding you constantly that this was never your fault.
Bucky and you had since spent your days solely together, coordinating with one another as you both finished up on the final arrangements of your daughter’s room.
“She’s going to love this,” Bucky insisted, smiling as he set down the wooden rocking chair he’d assembled himself, beside the intricate, white cot.
“Of course she will! We put our hearts and soul into this…”
Your arms slowly reach up, wrapping around Bucky’s neck, as you both stood by the door glancing at the newly completed room. It was a mission to say the least, the rush of finding a new place to stay, to then hastily organising the room ready for the arrival of your precious daughter. And yet you guys managed it, just the two of you . However you couldn’t deny, this accomplishment did come with the occasional help of her fellow Avenger aunts and uncles.
“Now let’s head to bed, take advantage of these early nights before my angel arrives…”
***
And yet, Bucky had spoken too soon.
Ever so close to the due date, pushing through the long hours of the night, she was finally here… Safe, sound and a healthy, little baby girl.
Bucky hadn’t moved from your side since the painful contractions had started to kick in. He was anxious to say the least, however for your sake he was able to maintain such a calm and poised exterior. Before heading out, you’d hastily called Steve to break the news, and they’d wasted not a single minute in rushing out of the compound to meet you both at the hospital. Whether Tony had joined them or not, the answer would have to await. And at this point in time, the only thing powering through your thoughts was delivering this baby.
Having arrived to the hospital, the assessments done, it seemed your body was ready, and yet a part of you was fearful. Throughout your pregnancy, you’d heard of many stories, some of which seemed to be quite traumatic. And it seemed these stories had begun to flood back through your memories moments during the preparation of the birth.
Not to forget, the baby inside you was partially super-human in some way or another, thanks to Bucky. Nonetheless, you knew this and before you and it had never phased you since finding out you were in fact pregnant.
“Bucky, wh-what if something goes wrong? What if I-?”
“Y/N nothing is going to happen, I’m right here with you always. This is the final hurdle baby, after this she’ll be here, with us.”
His words, at this very moment were the most comforting they’d ever been. After every adversity Bucky had faced since his time fighting the war, his days as an assassin to facing Tony’s constant scrutiny, he never once felt the need to abandon you nor had he ever been tempted to just drop everything and escape the madness. It was now set in stone that being with Bucky was one of the greatest decisions you’d ever made, and if Tony couldn’t see that nor simply come to terms with that, it was his loss and his loss alone… He’d be the one missing out on a family.
“Just one final push baby, one final push!!!”
His metal arm you clinged to tightly, as his other arm embraced you, supporting your back as you’d instinctively lean in forward.
What felt like a lifetime of agony, the sheer pain coursing through every fibre of your body, there was no point in holding back the screams. You were certain you could be heard a mile away… It was that fucking painful, although… It was all worth it once the crowded room, echoed with that beautiful cry.
“She is beautiful!” One of the midwives happily cried, as they gently wrapped her in towels, handing her over to you, with your arms already stretched out for her.
Holding her against your, softly peering over the towel, so that Bucky and you had the perfect view of your precious daughter.
A “wow” escaped Bucky’s lips, as you gleamed up at him: he was completely mesmerised, a small, tender smile glowed on his face as his hand slowly reached up to stroke the cheek of his newly born daughter.
You couldn’t help however notice, that his eyes had swelled with tears you undoubtedly knew were from sheer joy.
“Bucky she’s ours! Our own little doll!”
“She’s got your nose,” Bucky whispered cradling you both.
As if on cue, you’d taken a quick glimpse of her tiny round eyes slightly opening, only to reveal that familiar icy blue colour.
“But she’s got the same eyes as her Daddy’s …”
“So are you both set on a name for this little princess?” Another midwife had curiously interrupted.
“Oh we’ve got one in mind, perfect enough for her.” Bucky replied, his eyes still fixated on his precious, little daughter.
***
Now that she’s been cleaned and checked, declared to be as healthy as a baby can be, you’d both arrived to your single room. With not even a moment spared enough to settle in, the room was already bombarded with guests, showering in with gifts and flowers.
“Let’s have a look at her! She’s so tiny Y/N!-”
“Please tell me she doesn’t look exactly like her Dad-”
“Can I just hold her already?!-”
“Everyone just calm down, she’s just a newborn kid and let Y/N have some air, please!” Steve had nobly intervened, and deep down you were grateful he had, they’d all crowded beside you as Bucky helped you carry her out of the cot, gently placing her down in your arms.
Now that she was properly wrapped, with a tiny, white beanie covering her head, her face was there for everyone to see and admire, sound asleep as she nestled cosily.
“She is beautiful Y/N, an angel if I ever saw one…” Natasha sincerely exclaimed, as she stood beside you near the head of the bed, her had gently stroking your back in support.
“So I’m officially an uncle, huh?” Steve cheered, proudly patting his long-time friend, Bucky on the back.
“You’re not the only uncle she’s got, Capt,” Sam sighed, offended to think he could have ever been excluded.
It was quiet, as everyone longingly gazed over the tiny details of the little baby cradled in her mother’s arms. It was only in the tender silence that you’d looked up scanning the room, only to immediately notice the absence of the one person you’d thought would have the decency to show.
“D-Did my Dad not come? Is Tony here?” …
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Librarian [Namjoon x Reader]
credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy
Requests opened // m.list
Warnings: Daddy Kink, wolf in heat, creampie, etc
Genre: Smut
Werewolf: Kook - Tae - Jimin
Summary: you should write a fic where joon is a librarian and at first he is all dorky and shy but behind closed doors he's a total daddy 😳😍❤
WC: 5.7k
A/N: I started this at 9 pm. It’s past 3 in the morning. Christ almighty fml i didn’t expect it to be this long nor did I expect to be writing werewolf smut
He strolled in around the corner of the back desk. His white shirt tightening around his muscles as the end was tucked into his dress pants. He wore his hair up with gel and thick black frames around his eye. One hand was stuffed in his pocket while the other held a book. Namjoon was ready to start teaching his first-class about the library as he was extremely excited.
Everyone knew there was a new faculty member in the building, but they didn’t exactly know what he looked like. It had been a while since this girl’s academy got someone knew. To hear that it was a male, the whispers started. They all seemed to stop when he stood in front of the class.
“Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon,” he starts looking at the class filled with girls who were all over themselves over the new librarian. “It’s a pleasure to be your librarian this school year.” It was then that every single girl’s mission was to get under the sheets with the new hottie.
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This was your senior year, and all you wanted was to get the fuck out of there. You went to an all-girls academy simply because your parents didn’t want you to go to the public school just a few blocks from your house. So, you drove for half an hour to deal with girls who most of them thought they were better than everyone around.
While your parents were hunters, you were a hunter in training. What does a hunter mean? A hunter is a person who hunts supernatural beings. Anywhere from demons to werewolves. You grew up most of your life traveling around the country, fighting monsters with your parents. When you got old enough, they settled down in a small town.
Which was mostly filled with supernatural beings, but they weren’t harmful. Most of your friends didn’t believe that any of these things existed, and that was how you were going to keep it. But it was soon going to change once they found out that their librarian, was in fact, a werewolf.
Mr.Kim Namjoon was the talk of the entire school. Every girl wanted to get with him and the friends he tagged along with. Namjoon was old enough to be someone’s brother, but most, if not all, the girls didn’t care. Instead, when he walked in on his first-class, every single phone was blowing up. Talking about how handsome in his tight shirt, he looked, how his ass was perky enough that they could stop staring, and everything else in between.
Your friend Leana was all over that shit when it was happening. You were politely trying to stay away from such topics. You could tell Namjoon was a werewolf just by how he acted around other girls. On top of that, his pack couldn’t stay away from him. Meaning, he must have been the leader. Starting your senior year was just as crazy as when you started your freshman year. Only this time, it was filled with werewolves and stupid girls who drooled over them.
You soon learned that the babies of his pack were just regular teens. Park Jimin was the eldest, Kim Taehyung, the middle, and Jeon Jungkook, the youngest. There were three others above him, as you heard from Leana, but you weren’t going to ask for names. Instead, you were simply listening through the grapevine.
Park Jimin and Taehyung were around your age as Jungkook was just a little younger. You already knew Taehyung had mated because of how he acted on school campus. They mainly came when their classes were over and spent most of their time in the library.
You kept an eye on them at all times, which brought some attention your way. Especially when Jimin found himself bouncing towards you one afternoon. Your head was stuck in one of your books your mother told you to read on. She was hunting ghouls with your father down in Florida and needed as much information as possible.
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” Park Jimin pipes giving a small grin. You glance up at him, noticing that the ring around his eyes wasn’t golden. Thank god, because if he lustful, you would probably have to stab him or something.
“Reading about the supernatural.” You mumble flipping a page in your book. Jimin’s eyebrow furrowed for a second, curious as to why you were reading such a thing. You minded your own business as you continued to read. Taking notes down for your mother.
“Don’t bother her, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung calls from the front desk, where Namjoon was scanning a few books. Your eyes crept over the spine to watch the interaction the two where having. Taehyung seemed just a little antsy being around this many girls. You could tell that he was itching to get out of here, considering that he already mated. He even looked down at his phone to see if his mate would text him or not.
“You should shut up,” Jungkook pipes up, taking a bite of his cookie.
“How many times have I told you not to eat in the library?” Namjoon jabs narrowing his eyes at the smaller one. Jungkook simply shrugs his shoulders and goes back to eating the rather large sweet. Jimin seemed unbothered by this all and turned his attention back towards you.
“You know it’s not real, right?” he lies. This was the first time you were pleasantly surprised. You set your book down on your lap, eyes moving back towards his. You gave him a kind smile, one you’d typically wouldn’t give to people who bothered you. Even though your mother told you to never admit to anyone you were a hunter, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up.
“Just like the fangs you pretend to hide aren’t real.” You muse, noticing his jaw drop. Namjoon’s head snapped almost immediately, and he found himself right in front of you. His eyes were dark, and his muscles tensed. Maybe you should have said something different if this was the reaction you were going to receive...
Looking at him closely, you had to admit, Namjoon was pretty attractive for a werewolf. The way his body was tall and muscular, fluffy hair, and pale skin. His dark eyes and dimples stood out to you the most. But the idea he held himself now, kind of terrified you. You hadn’t been this close to a wolf in years, and frankly, you wanted to run as fast as you possibly could. Maybe if your mother were here, then you could feel slightly calmer, but this was just too much.
“Mr.Kim,” You start clearing your throat as you sat there with as much confidence as you possibly could.
“Ms.L/n,” he says, his jaw coming forwards. A small tick that he seemed to have when concentrating.
“Is there something you need?”
“How did you know?”
“What?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” he pauses to look around to see if anyone was paying them any attention. You took a deep breath in and then out as you were closing your book. You noticed all eyes were on you, and now you couldn’t run away from it. Then you reached down into your backpack and pulled out a knife your mother gave you.
“I’m a hunter, okay?” You managed, slipping it back in. Then quickly stating without trying to cause any panic. “I’m not investing your pack. Jesus, I’m just trying to live a regular life while my parents go out and hunt. Unless you do something wrong, well, I’ll be the one to end you.”
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Months had passed since you learned that they werewolves. Or more so, confirming your already growing suspicion about them. You and Mr.Kim were playing roles like you never knew that the other could kill if need be. However, he seemed more protective around the three whenever they came to visit. That didn’t stop you from talking to them, or them talking to you.
Namjoon was an overall caring guy. He mentioned dropped out of college when the boys were starting their junior year. Which meant he was just a little older than you, but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t like he was dating you, so you were beautiful with his age. And even if you were dating, which again will never happen, you wouldn’t have a problem with it in the first place.
You and Jimin became somewhat close to one another. You shared a lot of the same interest, and you joked around with Jungkook a lot. Especially after learning, he mated his best friend after being a heat like a cycle for almost a week. You were still curious as to what Seokjin’s reaction was to Taehyung and how he found his mate, but the others didn’t want to share.
Even rule-abiding Namjoon wasn’t going to share what happened. Today, you were researching werewolves further as your parents were once again on a hunt. Thankfully, you had some wolves around you, so it was easy enough to ask for their help. Namjoon was the first to jump in since he knew the most, Jimin playing along as well.
“Isn’t the full moon coming up?” You mentioned glancing at the four wolves around you. Namjoon was in the back, putting a few books away while the two youngest were glued to their phone. Jimin’s eyes perked at that small mention, and he waggled his brows in your direction.
“What? You wanna become my mate Y/n?” he purrs a crooked smile seeming to grow out of thin air.
“Seokjin would destroy you,” Namjoon mentioned without turning his back around. You were interested in what he was going on about, but you already assumed that mating a hunter wasn’t the best idea.
“C’mon Joon, live a little,” Jimin mentioned shrugging his shoulders as he places his hands behind his back. You turned to look at your friend again, noticing that his eyes were darker than usual. Which could only mean that he was breaking the one rule you heard them talk about. Since the younger two had mates to help them through their time of need, it would be difficult for the others.
Namjoon usually took a few days off when his time came. It seemed like he had found other ways to deal with it, while the others were craving human touch. At Jimin’s mention, Namjoon just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t respond back to him, which left the curious cat purr in the back of your mind. You turned your attention back to the younger wolf, leaning forwards and asking, "What? He doesn’t go out often?” tilting your head a bit to the side.
Jimin just shrugs his shoulders at your question. Namjoon tenses when you mentioned him, but he doesn’t do anything else. Instead, he simply minds his own business as he gets ready for tomorrow. It was the end of the week, and the full mon was starting to approach. You couldn’t remember if it was supposed to be tonight or the next night.
“For as long as I’ve known Joonie,” he says, smiling at the little nickname. “I’ve never seen him have fun outside of the pack.”
In reality, Namjoon had “fun.” For the most part, the pack usually didn’t notice it because they were enjoying one another. Outside of the pack, his life was pretty dull. He went to work every single day, hung out with some of his acquaintances, read a lot of books, and genuinely enjoyed your company. When the full moon came, Namjoon locked himself in his apartment and sweated the rut away. Jimin’s definition of fun was utterly different from Namjoon’s, and he wasn’t going to correct him.
You noticed the small tint in his eye once again, and you didn’t say anything at all. Instead, you assumed that he was probably going to find a way to get through his own cycle. When you turned to look at the younger two, it seemed like they were already gone. Due to how jumpy they were from the beginning, you could only assume they both ran to their mates.
Jimin started to tap away at the table before stretching and pushing his chair back. “I should probably start to get ready for tonight,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. You scrunched your brows together but didn’t ask him anything. Because Jimin brought a hand up to his mouth and shook his head. It seemed like he wasn’t going to answer whatever question was burning at the back of your mind.
“Ah, let me finish up a few things, and I’ll take you home,” Namjoon mentions pushing a few of the books to the side and finally grabs a small jacket. He places it in the folds of his arms, then turns to look at you. “Well, Ms.L/n,”
“Namjoon,” you said, pushing your chair out. “I’ve asked you to call me by my first name,” you said, shaking your head.
“I apologize, but I’m simply trying to be a proper gentleman,” he answered, flashing you a smile. That’s when you knew, if you continued down this path, you wouldn’t make it out alive....or even single at best. The way his dimples showed, and his eyes creased, had your heart already pounding for him.
“Proper my ass,” Jimin grumbles, then grunts when he yearns a huge thump to the back of his head. Jimin complains, rubbing the end of his head, then pushes the doors to the library open. You quickly follow after him, hiding your flushed face from the wolf you told yourself you weren’t going to fall for.
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Namjoon paces back and forth in his apartment. It had been two weeks, and it hasn’t passed at all. He still had to deal with Jimin and his dumbass idea to mark a vampire, while also trying to figure out what he was going to do with himself. None of his other tricks were working, and he couldn’t only find a female wolf to release himself into.
He was only in his sweats, and his hair was all over the place. Some of it was sticking to the side as beads of sweat dripped down. His phone was already blowing up with text messages from the pack, trying to figure out where he was. He had to call in and make up some bullshit lie to get him some weeks off. He just started a new job, and this was the bullshit he was receiving only five months into working?!
Namjoon growls low as he pushes some of his things off the counter. He slams his fist into the marble, cracking it just a little as he does so. These entire two weeks have been hell for him because your face kept popping up at random times. The fact that he was attracted to one of his students, who was just a little younger than him, and all he could think about was you, was completely insane. Namjoon could get fired if he tried anything with you, and hell, he didn’t want to be known as the librarian who fucked one of his students.
But his wolf had other ideas. His wolf wanted to take you on all fours, with his hands wrapped around your neck. He wanted to see your face covered in his seed, your pretty voice begging for more. God, his wolf wanted to demolish you, and all Namjoon wanted was a healthy relationship with you. He didn’t want to make things awkward because he was two years older than you. Nor did he want to get fired from a job he worked hard on receiving.
There was a faint knock at the door, and Namjoon could only think of Seokjin coming to check on him. He leans against the counter dragging his nails through his hair. Loudly, Namjoon calls out to Seokjin, telling him to go away. He didn’t want anyone to bother him because he was going to figure out what was going on.
“Actually, it’s Y/n,” your voice came from behind the door. “Jimin kind of told me where you lived and said maybe I could help you...?” Namjoon’s head instantly popped up from where he stood. He turns around, glancing at the door and shaking his head. His wolf demanded that he opened the door and took what he was yearning for.
“Since when does Jimin know what’s best for me?” Namjoon mumbles under his breath as he was pacing back and forth once again. “You know the repercussions here, right?” Namjoon questions as he wasn’t even considering opening that door. He didn’t know what was going to happen if he did or not. From in front of the door, you leaned against it. Then you placed a hand on the handle, groaning as you did so.
“Of course I do,” you answered honestly. “I’m a senior in high school, and you just started working there. Hell, you’re two years older than me and could instantly get fired.” you continued licking your lips. “Plus, I’m a hunter, so that doesn’t mix well with being a wolf,” you added in laughing at that last part, but it was silent on the other end.
So much for trying to lighten the mood Y/n. You rolled your eyes as the thought passed your mind. Namjoon had barely known you, and even if he did know anything about you, it was surface-level things. Yes, your small acquaintance turned into somewhat of a friendship, but you viewed him as the sweet librarian in your school.
You were still a senior, and hell, he could lose his job. But, you wanted to help him more than anything. Honestly, it didn’t really excuse the fact that he was still an employee getting with you. Under the law, you were a legal adult. You could make decisions for yourself, but most people don’t consider that part. The school board certainly wouldn’t believe that part when discussing what to do with his job.
What you didn’t expect was for Namjoon to move closer. You heard the unlocking of the apartment door, and you instantly moved back. You watched as he slowly opened the door, wholly shirtless and sweating. You noticed how golden his eyes were, due to how long it was going to be. You gulped hard, your cheeks flushing a bright red.
“I don’t think you understand the full intensity of this Y/n,” he whispers, his knuckles turning bright white due to how hard he was grasping the doorknob. You noticed that if he held on any harder, then he could potentially break it. Maybe even -
“You mean to tell me that you might mark me?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together as he didn’t say anything back. Just simply turned his head to the side and proceeded not to look in your direction. You watched with curiosity at how he held himself. Namjoon, a college drop out, your librarian, someone who seemed to have himself put together, was now acting like a teenage boy. You chuckled at the thought of it, but it was soon replaced but his harsh stare.
Namjoon glanced back and forth, then reached out to take your hand. He moves you in, slams the door and presses his back against it. You looked at his body once again. Noticing with every small movement, some muscles twitched and moved as well. You had to admit, you were smitten entirely for this man. Or was it his body?
Or was that your hormones speaking? You couldn’t really decide, considering you were in a trance. It seemed like Namjoon was doing a rather great job of holding himself together. You wanted to applaud him for working so hard. But then, you saw his eye twitching. You gulped, biting your lower lip, a habit in which you needed to grow out of as soon as possible.
“Are you really just here to help me?” he questions again. You noticed that the gears were starting to turn, and you couldn’t help but nod your head.
“Yeah, Jimin mentioned that you were in a heat like cycle. I figured maybe if -” you paused again then cleared your throat as you were getting your words together. “I know there’s a lot of risks that go into it, but if it helps you pass it then...I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”
Namjoon looks back, wets his lips and walks over. He stands in front of you, his tall frame making you feel small. You took a sharp breath, watching as he leans down to cup your cheek in his palm. Without warning, he does the same to the other and pulls your face close. Kissing you with such a gentle touch, you almost forgot he was ----.
When he pulled back, you were about to say something. However, you were out of breath and found yourself panting too much. Only for him to take you once again, this time losing any sort of control. Namjoon held your cheeks tight in his grasp, making sure you were close. Then one hand drops and presses itself the back of your waist.
Pushing you as close as you could get. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, and where they landed, you were mortified with yourself. Right at the brim of his sweats as you curled the fabric in your fingers. Namjoon noticed this right away and pulled back. You couldn’t tell if his cheeks were flushed from the heat or if they were from the kiss.
“What're your hands doing down there, Y/n?” he muses, bringing his head forward to rest against your forehead.
“I..”
“You just can’t wait, can you?” he questions, pushing his waist into your grasp. You wanted to say that it was an accident because clearly, you didn’t know what the hell you were doing. Instead, he simply took this and used it against you. Namjoon brings his hands down to yours, merely pressing them together. He then moves one of yours down in between his legs.
You flushed at how hard he felt under the fabric. This was totally wrong in every sense, but you couldn’t help but feel like a rebel. The rational part of your brain was telling you to stop it, but the irrational part was screaming at you to continue. Then Jimin’s words rang from the other day “You should live a little.”
“No, I can’t,” You boldly mention looking back up at Namjoon. At first, he was taken back by the confidence you showed, but it quickly faded. He leaned back, still pressing your hand against his cock.
“Well, I’m sorry to say, but bad girls don’t get the sweet reward of my cock,” he mentions. Now, this was a surprise to you. Who knew Namjoon would have a daddy kink, considering how sweet and gentleman like he was at the academy.
So you played along with it. “And what do bad girls get, daddy?” this earns a growl from Namjoon. His actions only furthered your point while you took a step back. You placed your hands behind your back and stood tall. Looking at him as you were waiting for his answer.
“A spanking.” he snarls, reaching back out to grab you by your elbow. He drags you to the nearest piece of furniture. Proceeds to sit down, then swing you over his knee. Namjoon’s hand moved up the back of your calf and across your thigh. Bringing to the nape of your ass. There, he curls his fingers around the muscle, molding it and playing.
Since you were wearing a skirt, it was much easier to gain access. When you least expected it, Namjoon smacked your ass. With the force of the hit, your body moved against his lap. Your nails raked into his sweats, trying to find something to grasp.
What surprised both of you was the moan you let out. You more than anything else was taken back by how much you enjoyed this. Namjoon simply tucked that thought away and continued to smack your ass. With each hit, you felt his length twitch against your stomach.
“T-ah!” You cried, not even getting the number out. Namjoon wanted you to count how many times he spanked you, and you were already messing it up. He had reached twenty, and it was like you forgot how to count. Your throat was already getting somewhat dry, between the moaning and the counting, as your ass felt like it was on fire.
But the whole point of it all was that you were enjoying yourself. This wasn’t much of a punishment as it was a turn on. It made you want Namjoon more and more each time he smacked his hand against your ass.
“I didn’t hear you, sweetheart,” he purrs, smacking you again.
“Twenty!” You cried bowing your head as your hips subconsciously moved themselves up. Sticking your ass more in his line of vision.
“What a pretty bitch we have here,” Namjoon purrs, smoothing his hand across your ass. “You come to my apartment, sweet and innocent,” pausing as he gives a light tap, which sent a small whimper escaping through your lips. “Only to turn out to be a complete and utter slut on the inside.”
You could only nod in response since the words weren’t coming to you. Namjoon huffed at such, rolling you over, then set you up. He quickly maneuvers your body, spreading your legs, so they were pressed against his. While your now dripping core was pressing against his twitching dick. Namjoon places two large hands on your waist, his own starting to roll against you.
The small friction was enough to send sparks throughout your body. He wasn’t even touching you directly in between your legs, and you were already moaning. “I’d never thought I’d meet such a submissive bitch,” he muses, leaning inwards to press a small kiss on the nape of your neck. “I quite enjoy it.”
“I..I do to daddy..” you whisper this earning you a nice smack to your ass. Once again, with the force of it, your body moves forward. Your hands were bracing the couch behind Namjoon as your chest press against his. He chuckles at your little accident and simply rubs your ass once more.
His hips never do stop, even as he basically dry humps you. Your body bouncing up now, as his eyes were watching your breasts. Then, he grumbles a few sentences under his breath and rips your shirt open. You gasp, watching him easily tear through the fabric and yank your bra off afterward. He takes your breast in like he was an animal. No pun intended.
His teeth rank against your nipple, then against your skin. He leaves large love bites all over as if there was no tomorrow. Namjoon took one breast in hand and locked eye contact with you. He was sucking on your nipple, rolling the hard nub around his tongue.
Then give the same treatment to the other. He was heightening your senses more, watching you completely melt under his eye. When Namjoon pulls away, a string of saliva connected you two together. He swipes his tongue, disconnecting it and then moving to stand you up.
“Can you do daddy a favor?” he questions, spreading his arms across the back of his couch. You were so stimulated the words instantly fell from your mouth. He grins, patting the side of your leg as he asks you to go into the kitchen. There, a bottle of lube would be hidden in one of the drawers. At first, you were beyond curious as to why he had a bottle of lube in his kitchen.
But you weren’t going to question anything. Instead, you did as you were told and went straight into the kitchen. You started to panic as you realized he only spanked you and fondled with your breast. You weren’t at all prepared for him in any way, and you had no idea how huge he was going to be in the end. As you walked back, Namjoon still had his sweats on and was sitting in the position you left him.
He told to hand over the lube, and you did so. You watched as he lathered his fingers up and set it down next to him. He pulled you in by the belt of your skirt, then moved his other hand in. After pushing your underwear to the side, Namjoon inserts two fingers inside. Your knees buckle at the feeling of his index and middle scissoring themselves inside.
He fingers you like this, eventually moving his thumb up to press against your clit. Eyes still locked on yours as he was giving you as much pleasure as he wanted. You weren’t even close to your orgasm when Namjoon pulled his fingers out.
“H-Have I been good enough yet, daddy?” Your question, your hands coming down to your skirt and unzipping at the side. You didn’t want him to wreck this piece, because you didn’t know what you would go home in. Namjoon watches you strip for him, and his mouth gaped slightly.
Since it seemed like he was out of commission, you decided to throw something his way. You got down on your knees, spread his legs, and reached inwards. There, you took the hem of his sweats and pulled them down. Namjoon wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so when you saw his length, you gasp. He was large, thick, and his tip angry red.
You licked your lips slowly, noting that beads of precum streamed down the sides. Namjoon was still in a state of shock when you lean in and grasp him. He groaned at the touch, then seemingly snapping out of it reached forwards to grab your hair. He stopped you, shaking his head and then removing your hand. You sat back on your knees, watching him grab the bottle.
In a few seconds, you were sitting on his lap again. Namjoon’s hands gripped your waist tightly, then looked back up at you. “There’s no going back, sweetheart,” he says, watching you closely as you glanced in between his cock and his gaze.
Not another word came from your mouth because you were already lifting yourself off his lap. Then position yourself, so you were hovering right above him. Namjooned reaches in between your bodies, nods his head and watches you lower yourself.
It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe it was because of the amount of lube he used on you, but whatever it was, you felt like you were in heaven. The way his length stretched your walls, his thickness filling you to the brim. “Daddy,” you mewled, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he says in response, then smacks your ass. It was your cue to start moving, even as you were slowly adjusting yourself. Your body bounces against his, this new sensation you’d never felt before. Namjoon helps you by holding your waist tightly, moving you along with his own hip thrusts.
Namjoon moves his head in, planting open-mouthed kisses along your skin. He digs his nails into your waist, the pain of it, causing you to moan louder. You reach in between, your fingers moving slowly against your clit. Namjoon noticed, however, he wasn’t going to do anything about it. Instead, he wanted you to experience the long drawn out orgasm.
Because Namjoon was too sensitive and you were overstimulated, you both felt your ends starting to creep up on you. This caused Namjoon to flip you over onto the couch and plant his hands on either side. He digs his nails into your waist, pushing you back against him as his thrusts became harder and faster. He was fucking you into the couch as the animal inside took over.
Making sure he was hitting your sensitive nerve endings over and over again. This brought your moans into cries as you were praising him with every bit of sound. Your fingers move quickly as you could feel your own end getting closer and closer. You closed your eyes, allowing your body to ride the wave, that was until a sharp pain erupted.
What Namjoon didn’t realize was he took one of your breasts in hand. Moving it up to his mouth as his canines sunk deep into your flesh. Breaking the first layer and ultimately marking you. In doing so, your orgasm hit you like a wave as you felt your walls clenching around him.
Then you felt his seed erupt inside. Filling your core to the brim with his essence as he held his grip on your breast. You panted harshly, watching as Namjoon pulls away from you, blinks a few times, and then pulls himself out.
“Shit shit shit,” he grumbles, scurrying to grab his sweats as he was now back to his senses. You lay down, chest still rising and falling, but processing everything. You did not just have sex with your librarian, who marked and came inside you, did you?
“I’m on birth control..” you start rolling yourself over and glancing at the tattered fabric you called your favorite shirt. “I think I’m more worried about you marking me than anything else.”
“Yeah, me too.” Namjoon answers glancing back in your direction. You looked down before glancing upwards. Only to notice that he was still rock hard, and his eyes were still golden. This piqued your interest as you were sexually interested in everything he had to offer.
“Maybe we can discuss that after you fuck me again alpha,” you purr positioning yourself in an erotic pose. Namjoon stops his pacing and glances at you once more. His eyes go straight for the mark on your right breast, then to your ass. He gulps as now his instincts were taking over. Namjoon was drawn to you, everything about you.
He walks over, bending down, so he was eye level. Then proceeds to say, “I don’t really like the term alpha. It doesn’t suit me,” smirking as he finishes. “You know what to call me, sweetheart.”
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More smut (but I’m really bad at writing it, :////). Plot twist guaranteed. And I can’t believe I wrote 6K for this, FML. What has Chema done to me? I also made a few changes in the first two parts, read the whole thing on AO3.
You are woken by a phone call in the middle of the night. But you neither move nor open your eyes. You hear some numbers, Amado sounds irritated. It could be something related to tonight's dinner?
Your patience is wore out minutes after minute and Amado still hasn't returned to bed. You make a bold decision to wake up, and the Mexican is smoking by the window. Something keeps him up at night? That doesn't sound like the Lord of the Skies, the man who has had the world at his feet.
"You wanna talk, more sex or a bath?" You carefully propose.
"I was expecting for late night snacks you pull with some Asian witch shit." Amado lets you sit on his lap. "Hang on, I've got some leftovers from the kitchen."
You two settle for sharing the jacarandas mochi from a small food container in the bathtub.
"You like it?" You don't really need validation from Amado. It's just you spent hours coming up with the idea of improvisation, trying to make a traditional Japanese dessert more appealing to the Mexican guests. "I made the bean paste from scratch, less sugar. I understand most Mexicans are not used to sweet bean paste..."
"They don't deserve it." Amado suddenly claims. You don't get it. Who are they?
"They are just a bunch of pigs in expensive suits, corrupted, stinky pieces of shit." Then Amado tells you almost everything. He invited the tequila exporters with the hope that the cartel could use their affiliate companies in the States as front to launder more drug money since tequila is one of the largest yet least regulated businesses between the US and Mexico. And the politicians are officials from Mexican Customs Bureau and SHCP.
"Fucking idiots. They thought I was gonna ask them to smuggle coke under the tequila crates. With all the fucking Pier 1 sofa and Ford pasenger seat manufacturers in Juárez, I've had more than enough trucks to move products across the border." When Amado brought up money laundering, the tequila exporters expressed concern regarding possible investigation of tax evasion from ATF, putting more pressure on Amado to increase their cut.
They eventually made a deal less favorable to the cartel and that's why Amado's a bit pissed when he's on the phone.
"Why are you telling me this?" For the first time that night, you ask softly.
"Those cabrón. They don't deserve what you bring to the table. You pour your heart and soul, making the best feast I've ever had. You deserve to know what happened."
You've never thought you'd hear that from Amado. He didn't have to tell you anything. It makes you lower your guard. You want to get closer to him, without any agenda.
"Does this mean my body won't be put in the trunk of one of your auto collections tomorrow?" You try to lighten it up.
Amado kisses you from behind. The position is awkward but neither of you care.
Making out with Amado in the bathtub makes the night better than your wettest dream.
The Mexican's gonna make you cum again with those magician hands of his.
"You...haven't told me if you like the jacarandas mochi." You're so screwed. Maybe you'll never get the answer because Amado's too busy sucking you tits.
Amado clears his schedule the next day. He brings you to the Asian boutique where he bought the Japanese painting.
"One of my guys found this place. I thought you might be interested..." That's cute from a drug lord. But you're not that kind of person.
"A) I don't need a Buddha artifact home to find my inner peace, and B) only Pacho wears shirts with Chinese characters taken from a poem back in the Tang Dynasty. Seriously, he's ridiculous. Come on, let's go."
Instead, you two spend the day trying different Asian food you can find in DF. From hotpot to Peking roasted duck, from pho to char kway teow. Amado seems to enjoy the Chinese food more than others.
"Most Asian restaurants in North America are run by the Chinese, from San Francisco to DF. Since you guys can't tell if an Asian cook is from China, Japan, Vietnam or Thailand, he or she would quickly learn dishes from other Asian countries. We are always the most hardworking people." You explain to him.
"Oh, I love hardworking people." He's so full of shit but you can't help smiling.
Amado finds a fortune cookie note saying "Happy New Year of Monkey." Then you explain Monkey is one of the Chinese zodiac signs which repeat every 12 years.
"So 1956...I am a monkey? Cool." He's surprisingly quick with math.
You write the Chinese character of monkey on a napkin and Amado seems fascinated by it. So you suggest that he could get the Chinese character tattooed, "Next time you can show that to Pacho. He probably would get one, too."
Holy shit, he's really doing it.
The way the tattoo parole Amado brings you to is cleared makes you believe it's part of the cartel business, which makes perfect sense.
"You don't have any tattoos? Not at all?" You're surprised when the tattoo artist prepares Amado's skin on his forearm, first cleaning then shaving.
"We've fucked three times, once in a bathtub," Amado grins, obviously in a good mood, "Don't you think it's a bit late to ask? Or I fucked you too hard you didn't notice?"
Thank God the tattoo artist doesn't even flinch.
OK, you have to get back at the fucker. So when the tattoo artist asks you for the character to make a design, you write pig in Chinese instead of monkey.
"Hold on, that doesn't look like what you wrote on the napkin. Let me see it." Right after the tattoo artist places an outline of the design on his skin, the Mexican stops him.
You're 100% sure Amado doesn't speak or write Chinese. How the fuck does he figure it out?
"What is it exactly? Tell me the truth or you will have an honest conversation with my brother." Amado makes the threat more scary by pointing at Vicente, who stands next to the door with two guns and a pink lollipop.
"Wait. He doesn't know shit. It was me...I wrote a different character." Your confession is quick, you don't want to see anyone get hurt over this beef.
You thought it's just a silly prank. Now you realize you're dealing with the most notorious narcos of the country. Amado may look like a businessman, reasonable, even decent. He's still capable of getting violent whenever he thinks it is necessary, to an extent you really don't want to know.
You take a deep breath, then apologize to Amado. You are ready for the consequence.
"Apology accepted. On one condition, you'll have the exact same tattoo as I do when the new design is done." Fair enough.
But you're a chef who often needs to cook right in front of customers. You can't let them see a tattoo on your forearm.
"How about here?" The Mexican is touching your breast as if no one's around.
It's a small tattoo, just one character. But it's near your heart and you're sensitive as fuck.
You can't move but your nipples are hard almost through the entire process. Amado's right beside you and he sees everything. Someone please help you ease the pain FFS.
The fucker doesn't act on it until you get into the car. Amado shuts the soundproof panel between the front and rear seats and the next thing you know, you're riding the man who just makes you get a stupid matching tattoo. It fucking stings, and itchy. Yet the pleasure is undeniable when your tits being teased, bit, sucked. Amado carefully avoids the tattoo, which makes you want him to scratch the itch even more. You scream his name when you cum with both extreme pleasure and pain.
Amado puts an arm around you when it's over. Two matching tattoos are right next to one another. Your heart is still beating fast from the afterglow, echoing his pulse.
You feel the caress on your beast, it hurts a bit yet the body warmth is nice. Is it how it feels to be marked by someone else? Not many people will ever see it, plus it's not a specific name or symbol that would embarrass you later. It'd be a secret.
"You know what? You won't be able to find a dead body to stand in for you when you eventually betray me, sweetheart. No one else would get a tattoo like this."
What Amado just says feels like a kick in the stomach. It's cold and absolutely right. Have you been sloppy? Has Amado figured out something already?
"Why would I betray you?" You ask, but he doesn't give an answer.
It's the last day of your stay. You have a very special package delivered from Japan.
You gonna make blowfish sashimi tonight for Amado.
Everyone knows it's toxic so it has to be handled with meticulous care. You make Amado watch every step — a set of fuguhiki, knives with thin blade is unwrapped, you pick them one by one to gut the fish, remove the deadly liver and ovaries, skin it and cut off its head. Then instead of cutting outward like most people do, you turn a knife to cut inward.
"Careful! You shouldn't hold knife like that." Amado almost jumps in to help. But you assure him it's OK. Then you show off the technique to cut extremely thin and translucent slices of blowfish.
To make the white meat more attractive, you set the slices in a large plate with red poppy flower pattern. They are so thin, the poppy flower is still visible when all's done.
"An ancient Chinese writer used to say, 'The taste of blowfish is worthy of death.'" You joke when you mix the sauce. "Don't worry. I'm a licensed blowfish-preparation chef."
Amado squints, "So you're testing me."
You want to tell him to just trust you, but you don't know how.
"There's no antidote for the tetrodotoxin. But I'll eat it, too. If it's poisonous, our muscle will be paralyzed bit by bit when we're fully conscious, eventually we won't be able to breathe. We're going to die slowly, painfully and desperately."
You take the first bite, Amado follows.
"Why are you so loyal to him?" Amado breaks the silence, "For one, you don't sleep with him. You obviously are not related. And as far as I know, money can't buy loyalty."
"I'll answer it if you answer my question first." The Mexican agrees. "You didn't want me for me, you barely knew me. You made the decision when Pacho said I was the best, he wouldn't last a week without me. You want him, or something that makes you his equivalent. Except being gay, I don't know. You won't fuck his boys, so I'm the next proxy. Am I correct?"
After a pause, Amado nods. Then it's your turn.
"How many female chefs do you know?" Amado is confused for a few seconds, then he gets it.
"There was no place for you in your line of work, just like there was no place for him in this game controlled by men, men who have multiple wives and fuck whores. He sees himself in you. So he takes you under his wings."
"Yes. Pacho is the only one who's believed me. He's also the biggest shareholder of my first restaurant."
Amado then asks what you gonna tell Pacho when you return. "I'll tell him you give really good heads. Maybe he should try it himself." You wink, "No, I'll let him know you're not a cold-blooded bastard. Even though you sometimes make awful choice by dipping sashimi in guacamole, you're appreciative of other people's work." You really mean it, you like Amado. But you'll probably never know if he buys it or if it matters.
After a while, you finish the whole plate of blowfish sashimi. "Seems we're not dead." Amado's poking your cheek with chopsticks.
"No, we are not."
"Last question, why did Pacho send you?"
"Amado, you would've done the same. You know that."
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I am binging the Eddie in World War 1 stories! You said something about ′messy emotions′ but do they get messier? I liked him losing a day of work just sulking at his driver, it made him seem so young.
YESSSS love you, nonny. ♥
(You’re still totally anonymous I haven’t guessed anything from the notes DON’T WORRY *wink*)
Short answer: Yes, there are definitely scenes with ‘messier’ emotions! I love these too, and for the same reason. :)
Almost-as-short-answer: I will even post one today or tomorrow in gratitude for the ask (validation levels over here are thru the roof, thank you!)
Longer answer:
Honestly I’ve come to headcanon that “steaming troubles” are nearly always related to Feels and that “poor steamers” are what we would call “sensitive souls” in humans. So in the world of this fic…
Edward’s backstory:
1900-02: intense jealousy, dismay, confusion, and considerable acting out first year or so of life… his poor steaming leaves him struggling and humiliated, while losing his twin brother, who is performing splendidly
1902-1915: considerable growing up goes on here (his twin has no idea this is happening, and still regards him as the one-year-old brat). it does involve suppressing a lot of emotions, though. the family ethic is to stay cheerful. though he also gets knocked down for being too cheerful, because he has no business being happy, when he’s so little use. :/
(the knocking-down mostly comes from humans. edward gets a lot of crap from engines, too, but on the whole he gets on very well with the other engines. humans, though... he has no reason to trust humans at all. and, basically, he doesn’t. not until Sodor.)
‘emotional suppression’ does nothing to help his steaming issues. quite the opposite. by the time the war starts, he’s in the position of spare engine. once there, infrequent firing and maintenance make his performance even worse.
by November 1915, Edward is all-but-withdrawn, has spent most of the year idle, and it becomes common knowledge that he’s earmarked as a source of spare parts for his brothers, with no other future
this is where our fic begins:
1915-16: transferred to Sodor, Edward gets a crew of goddamn angels who can’t stand to give up on him (tempted though they sometimes are). one of their interventions is to encourage him to be as emotional as he wants… suspecting that this is part of the steaming trouble
as you might imagine, they succeed… only too well. these poor guys then have to deal with a super sensitive emotional steam engine. fun! Eddie discovers grumbling, crying, talking back, arguing, pouting, irrepressible giggling, and general carrying-on.
do you know what it’s like when a steam engine is sobbing? NOISY, that’s what. and messy. not figuratively. literally messy.
did I mention these two are goddamn angels?
tired angels, that is
by 1917: Eddie settles down considerably into a much happier medium. By this point in the fic, there’s much more of him turning around and being able to help others, the way he’s been helped. (He’s always been trying to. The sweet nature was always there. But only around now is he consistently effective in helping the others.)
Though… he still has his moments. (I, too, loved writing that scene where his driver accidentally hurts his feelings and Edward just sulks the rest of the day and barely has any steam to work with and the crew are just like… ah, fml, not again.)
I suspect these Moments continue even into canon. Like, due to mechanical improvements his steaming is now very reliable, so it doesn’t affect his work so much. But any crew that is with him for a while knows that occasionally Eddie just has One Of Those Days.
(Charlie and Sidney are especially zen. It’s no big deal. If you don’t like Edward’s current mood, just wait three hours, and you’ll get another one.)
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Every Which Way : Chapter Five
The Way Towards Family
➡️Previously
➡️a/n: this is it. This is the chapter I have been dying to write. After this there’s only one other scene I am on the edge of my seat for, but that comes much later 😈 also, I just realized that I’d been advertising this chapter as chapter four. it’s actually chapter five. fml. I TRIED MY BEST TO EDIT THIS FAST SO I’M SORRY BUT HERE IT IS! LIKE COMMENT SUBSCRIBE SEE YA NEXT TIME GAMERS
➡️ OC page, if you care: chapter includes Wendi and Ryder
➡️Din Djarren/The Mandalorian x Reader | face reveal | smut | angsty feelings kind of | sorta fluffy? | marriage 👁👁 >> !NEXT CHAPTER OUT NOW!<<
Even knowing morning has come, you linger in your bed a while. The silence of the room has become a comfort, and the only noise you ever hear is the occasional cuff of boots by your door.
This morning as you stare into the cracks of the ceiling you hear the soft voices of Mandalorian children murmuring rumors.
“I heard she is so ugly that her planet doesn’t want her anymore,” one voice exclaims in a loud whisper.
Another child hissed a remark: “That’s not true. I heard she’s so beautiful that there was a fight over who could keep her.”
You haven't seen many children around the covert. The tunnels are mostly littered with Mandalorians who sharpen their weapons and keep keen watch.
The time came to rise long after those children had scurried off; you could not hide in your room all day. Dressing slowly in your long sleeved tunic and pants, you became lost in thought; your life would take its final turn in a matter of hours. The wedding would commence, and the court guardian in covert captivity would be sent back to Aniri to spread the news that the infamous, fugitive, servant girl would never come back. She would never be repossessed, no matter how many fits Emelea, the new queen, threw. The servant girl would be Din Djarren’s wife.
The thought did make you tremble. Your belly flipped as you laced up your boots without really looking at them. The confession he gave last night still felt like a dream. He’d departed too quickly after the engagement, his only goodbye being the tender press of his helmet against your forehead. He hadn’t returned all night, though you stayed awake hoping he would. The revelation of his feelings felt fraudulent—you couldn’t be sure he wasn’t lying to you, and you never could be. You had to live on and figure this out as you went through the motions, succumbing to the waves of your brand new Way of life.
Combing the knots from your hair with remarkably still fingers, you found yourself contemplating once more.
Contemplation has proved to be your natural enemy these past days. Forming ideas in your mind is a dangerous thing, for once forged, you couldn’t ever forget them. You will never forget the words Din had just spit out so recently. He doesn’t care about you, he isn’t your friend, he has nothing to give to you. You’d interpreted all of that from the single sentence he’d offered like a rotten fruit.
I do not care about you.
And even after saying this, he’d come to your room and begged for your hand in marriage. You’d agreed because at the time you were swayed into believing him, but given his abrupt departure you couldn’t help but contemplate his words. Sweet words can be said any time, any day, but they would never erase the cruel ones.
And Din had said such sweet words. Some you wanted to believe in so badly.
You slipped your belt around your hips, attaching the buckles at the bone then around your thighs. You carried three total weapons now. The pistol, the beskad, and the besbev. Your beskad weighed heavy on your leg, the curve of the blade wrangling against the angle of your stride a bit awkwardly. The besbev had become your closest friend of all the three. It’s beautiful to look at and more beautiful to play. It is a traditional instrument from the older age of Mandalore, a flute, with a blade sharp enough to split skin by the seams at the opposite end. The pistol is self explanatory. It’s not nearly as easy to use as you’d thought. From yesterday’s squabble in the desert your arm ached so, so badly. The recoil of every shot had done its due diligence.
Sheathing the final weapon on your hip, you take a deep breath that ricochets in a wheeze through your chest. Striding among the Mandalorians like your one of them feels like an epic crime. Compared to even a random woman from any other planet you’re small. You’re weak and unable to do well in battle. Compared to these women, why would Din want you?
You lingered around the furnace entrance for a moment, watching as Gold hammered away at no doubt another weapon. You cleared your throat on the off beat of the rhythm, catching Gold’s attention.
“Good morning,” she greets with a cordial nod of her head.
You don’t reply. You walk into the furnace and stand as close as you can to Gold without being molested by runaway sparks.
“You made that choice for me,” you speak, cutting into Gold’s question. She put down her hammer and gestured for you to continue. Through a clenched breath, you ranted out: “Din brought my off Aniri so I could have freedom. To earn that freedom, a choice was made, in which I was not involved, or even consulted. You should have told me.”
Gold inclined her head. “I am sorry,” she says simply.
There’s nothing else she can say to ease your anger. You know this, accepting her apology with a short huff. "Where's Din?"
Harboring sparks over her leather apron, Gold shook her head. “Unaware. I would suspect he’s preparing for the ceremony or he’s further interrogating the captive.”
“Curious,” you note. “What else would he need to know?”
Gold looked at you with a blank expression—even through the helmet, you can tell you should know what Din could want from the court guardian.
“You’re to be his wife, child,” Golds says, suddenly gentle. “Do you blame him for wanting to ensure your lifelong safety? You must know by now that he loves you.”
You calculate the chances of Din telling her to say that. As low as they might be, you still can’t bring yourself to truly believe it. Brushing the detail away with your hand, you looked Gold straight in the visor. “The guardian said we had twenty four hours,” you prompt. “Yesterday.”
“Do relax,” Gold eases you. “Everything is being taken care of.”
“I don’t like hearing that,” you say snippingly. “The last time someone said that to me, I was signed into marriage. Please don’t mistake my aggression for sensitivity.”
Gold had nothing to say to that. She exhaled, a half laugh sort of sound. “There will be a wedding tonight. The guardian will bear witness and he can send a transmission first thing after the ceremony. Tomorrow Paz and his brother will escort the man back to his own planet.”
You lifted one of your brows. “Brother?” You repeated.
“Ryder,” Gold clarified.
Your jaw dropped. “Ryder and Paz are brothers?”
You would have never guessed, with Ryder’s harsh attitude and Paz’s gentle way of doing anything. You shook your head.
“What do I have to do?”
“For one, you have to be at the ceremony,” Gold snickered. You didn’t appreciate the humor at the suspenseful moment. Huffing a tiny sigh, Gold shook her head. “Mandalorian marriage is a rather traditional occasion. The entire covert will be watching. The contract will have to be sealed with blood.”
You drew back, looking absolutely startled.
Gold raised her hand. “Not a great deal. It’s a simple prick of your finger. There will be a second contract which you will have to sign. It’s to be recognized by the Anirian council. There will have been two signed contracts, so there will not be any mistakes. I don’t have to tell you what else you’ll be doing,” she then concluded. She tilted her helmet up, as if she were sneaking a glance of you through her hair. “I don’t, do I?”
“What else do I have to do?” You asked, a feeling of nausea overcoming you once again.
“You will have to consummate the marriage.”
“‘Consummate?’” You repeated. A foreign word. Paz hadn’t taught you that one.
“Yes,” Gold said carefully. “That is...well, child, you will have to have sex with Din.”
You nodded, though your face burned with fierce embarrassment. “Thank you for pointing that out to me,” you say sarcastically.
“I won’t lie. I did think that you didn’t know what sex is,” Gold continued.
“I do,” you assure her.
“You do. Well, this is good, because you have to do it.”
“I know,” you grit through your teeth.
“Do you know how?” Gold then asked.
You shut your eyes, wishing this would end already. “I didn’t come here to ask how to give a man a blowjob,” you say loudly. “Trust me when I tell you I am not completely naïve!”
Gold looked down at her feet. She coughed into her leather glove. “Hello, Din.”
You spun on your heels to see that Din has entered the furnace, having just stepped foot past the threshold.
You abruptly seized up in your stance. A stiff thank you to Gold and then you left, making sure not to brush arms with Din’s armor.
You wished now above all other times that you could have seen Din’s face. He probably looked as mortified as you felt.
What a bother this entire day is turning out to be, you think as you retreat back into your room. You sifted through your basket of snacks and proceeded to eat cheese.
You sank into your pillows as you ate your cheese, feeling rather content with the comfort it provided your stomach. You’ve learned that good food can do lots of things. It can brighten a sour day, such as this cheese has done for you. Your final hours of being a single woman would be spent eating cheese. You wouldn't ask for it any other way truth be told. Cheese is a good treat. It’s a comfort. A luxury, even.
Yes, yes, you think as you anxiously bite into your cheese. At least as a married woman you could still eat cheese.
Being completely honest with yourself you had actually forgotten that sex was a necessary detail in a married woman’s life. Your knowledge on sex is...limited.
In the servant ranks you had been often assigned with another girl to clean and dust and polish the upper level of the palace. This happened to have a grandiose library. Because none of the girls could read, Vidia would pick and choose the small amount of books that had photos printed inside. She stole picture books often, distributing them to other girls for the price of their bread rolls or rice balls at dinner time. It was the only joy you could recall from being amongst the ranks. Vidia often brought that feeling, and as she was your usual cleaning partner, you could pick many favorable memories with her. One being huddled in the darker corners of the library, flipping through a book that could only be described as indecent. Vidia giggled while you blushed and frantically shook her arm, trying to convince her to put the book back before she became caught. At that time, she never did. You’d seen the various sexual positions and orientations. Girls could love girls, boys could love boys, and either one could be easily repulsed by anything sexual.
You wished you could read then. The book had several chapters on various topics. You couldn’t decipher anything but the photos.
Still; you’d seen how sex was supposed to work. It never occurred to you that you could enjoy sex in your lifetime. The council’s teachings made anything indecent clearly criminal, hence the reason for the rags and makeup in the first place. You’d long before associated sex with punishment. Real punishment, not the sort of punishment you’d seen painted in the book.
The very type of punishment Vidia received one day.
The thought of a penis being in close proximity to your general body hadn’t been appealing before.
It’s almost naughty of you to be a little bit thrilled at the idea of Din’s naked body flush with yours.
You only could assume that sex was something most people did for fun because the pictures always had everyone smiling.
It’s a shock that the book had even been in the library considering how conservative the council is.
You’d be forever grateful for it. Forever grateful for Vidia and her mischievous ways. In some strangled way she had saved you from eternal embarrassment on your wedding night. Although you couldn’t say confidently that tonight would go well.
You had never even touched yourself before! You didn’t know that was a thing until the book.
Maybe you’re focusing too strongly on the book.
You should be focusing more on earning your freedom rather than your first time being with a person. But as you recalled the images of girls laying in naked rows and giggling as they cuddled close, you felt yourself become sweatier by the minute.
“OW!” You yowled. You’d been preoccupied in thought and had nibbled onto your finger, having finished your block of cheese.
A knock on the door came, and you were eager to fly from your bed to answer it. Anything to distract yourself from sex with Din. And what better distraction would that be besides, surprise, surprise, Din himself.
You stared up at the T of his visor, lips tightly pressed shut.
“I’m here to take your things,” Din says bluntly.
Out of nervous habit you tucked hair behind your ears. “Why can’t I have my things?”
Fearful for the loss of what little items you possessed you tried to lessen the entry way by inching the door closed.
“Wouldn’t you rather have them in my room?” Din asked, stopping the door with the toe of his boot.
A breath of relief sounded off from your chest. Din shook his head. “I wish you would understand,” he says quietly.
“Understand what?”
“Understand that you’re truly free,” he says. “I am…”
He trailed off, looking fumbled and at a loss for words. “I am here to move your things, as I said.”
You couldn’t exactly argue. Considering he’d be your husband, you’d have to share a room with him, although you can’t exactly imagine having the space with rooms like these.
You helped him gather the little amount of possessions you did own. The new clothes he’d gotten for you you gathered in your own arms. Din made busy with gathering up the amount of books you had from Paz. “Do you enjoy reading?” Din asks. He flips through the history book you’d gotten yesterday.
“I’d enjoy it more if I could actually read,” you mutter.
Din snapped the book shut. “If you’d like, I can help you. I could read to you at night.”
Shifting the weight between your legs, all while your face and ears burned, you stuttered, “That sounds very nice.” It did sound nice. It sounded like something a real married couple would do.
You didn’t realize you would be comfortable with anyone else knowing about your illiteracy besides Paz. Din did not make it seem like a burden, or a red flag, or a flaw. He did take advantage of your stunned silence to take your clothes in his arms. “Should I lead the way?” He asks, his voice strangely vivid in your ears. The bass of his words resonated down to your eardrums, making your chest feel warm as melted butter.
You took one last look around at your bedroom, suddenly saddened by the fact you would be leaving it. It is as plain as it had been when you got it. The simple furniture and the low ceiling; despite all of that it had felt like home.
“Mesh’la,” Din says carefully. “I’m sorry.”
Snapping out of your silent goodbye you looked up at Din. “What for?” You pressed. With furrowed brows you took count of everything Din had to be sorry for.
“About the marriage,” he clarifies. “It wasn’t my first choice for you. I tried everything. Even if you moved to some other planet, they could still come for you. This is the only way to keep you truly safe.”
You smiled at the floor. “You talk about my safety a lot,” you point out.
“I care about it,” Din answered in the same knowledgeable tone. You pucker your lips, at a loss for a retort.
Walking side by side with Din, through the tunnel, felt very strange. His pace was never so concise with yours before today. Looking at him you can see he isn’t struggling. He seems natural; human, even, if you could believe it. He didn’t seem to step out of a two feet radius from you at any given time, and if one of you were to fall behind, it would always be him.
As the tunnel and its crowd thinned into a hall of silence, you looked through the walls searching for doors. A few here and there.
“Some of these are classrooms,” Din says, as if he had sensed your questions. “Some house younglings. Foundlings sleep with the younglings to encourage interaction and connection. Those who have been here the longest, with the strongest clan, tend to get the bigger rooms. It’s a bit of a social pyramid.”
Stopping at what had to be the last room in the entire covert, Din gestured for you to open the door to your new home.
The inside isn’t as shocking as you thought it would be. It’s just a bedroom. There’s a bigger bed in the center of the north wall, the quilts in a folded heap at the foot. A wide vanity and a full length mirror sits in the corner to the right of the bed; to the left, a tall wardrobe. A smaller sized bookshelf and two soft cushioned armchairs linger just beside you at the wall of the entrance. It’s not decorated or filled with anything you could use to guess it belongs to Din.
“The quilts are new,” Din explains as he shuts the door behind him. “It’s not much.”
“It’s perfect,” you tell him. “As perfect as a bedroom can be,” you quickly add, ears burning as you realize what he could have interpreted. You hurry to take the set of books from him. Awkwardly hovering over the shelf you look at him for permission.
“You could rearrange the room however you’d like and I wouldn’t say a word,” Din says. You couldn’t muster any response as you pushed the books against his.
“If you want to sleep separately I can get another bed,” Din continues as he strains himself to stand still in the corner. You step in front of him, grabbing your clothes from his arms as you sigh, “And here I thought you wanted to sleep with me.”
“I—That is not what I meant,” Din stresses.
You laughed at his reaction. “I’m teasing you,” you promise him as you journey to the wardrobe.
“I don’t like being teased,” Din grumbles.
“I’m sorry to say that I’m learning that teasing is a great deal of my personality.” You sent him a look over your shoulder, the smallest of smiles preened over your mouth.
“I don’t like being teased,” Din repeated,
Something boiled in your stomach when he said that, but it felt pleasant. Blushing furiously, you got to folding away your tunics and trousers. Din’s own clothes are folded away. You still remember the smell of his soap from the little bed on his ship. Tonight and every night after that smell would linger beside you.
Staring at the mattress, you couldn’t help but wonder how Din slept at night. Sprawled limbs? Curled? On his stomach, maybe, with one arm hooked underneath a pillow.
The bed would be the scene of consummation tonight, and bearing that in mind you quickly looked away from it.
“Thank you for thinking of doing this,” you say as you come back from the reeling dizziness Din had instilled with his words. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you add. “I will never be able to repay you.”
Din lets out a heavy sigh. He hangs his head down, his shoulders shaking as he laughs. “I wish you would understand, mesh’la. There's nothing I ask from you other than to be my wife."
The floor swayed beneath your feet as the words rushed to your ego. You took a tiny breath to ease your conscious before taking a careful seat on the mattress.
You looked to him through loose bits of your hair as you patted a seat beside yourself. The heavy stomping of his boots shake through your toes that point down into the floor. He takes an uneasy seat, the bed creaking underneath his armor.
“You’re very kind,” you say as a natural moment of silence has passed the room. “Will I be able to see your face tonight?”
Din, almost seeming startled, clenched his hands that rested over his thighs. “Yes.”
You chewed your tongue, trying hard not to laugh or smile. He seemed as nervous as you. It is a comfort to know that the world’s most elite warrior’s could be nervous. “I hope you’ve shaved,” you say again in a teasing way.
“Oh, I have,” Din says reassuringly. Your eyes grew wide. “Do you have facial hair?” you asked hopefully, wanting something to look forward to.
A quiet laugh passed through his modulator. “I could. If you liked that, then I’d say yes.”
“And if I don’t like that?” you ask.
“Then I’d shave every day.”
You wrapped your arms around your stomach that ached as you laughed harder than you ever had before. Perhaps you’re just hysterical given the impending wedding that looms a mere few hours away. “You’ll be very agreeable if you do everything I asked of you,” you say.
Din shrugged. “I just might,” he teases. You would have rolled your eyes if you hadn’t felt so watched. You can feel his eyes glued on you, helmet or no helmet.
“If that’s true, would you answer all my questions?” you challenged.
“To the best of my abilities,” Din agreed, albeit hesitantly.
“What is a Mandalorian wedding like?”
He seemed to have not been expecting that question because he became lost in thought. His fingers splayed over his legs as he relaxed at your side. “Not what I think you’re used to. It’s as traditional as anything else we do. Unlike other cultures, we do not usually make up vows. The binding ceremony is generally the same for each couple. The same words and the same contract. We’re not expected to kiss in front of a crowd. The rules don’t change. But tonight, after the contract is signed, it will be expected of me to remove my helmet. Removing the helmets is a custom saved only for the couple.”
You nod. “I see. But I don’t have a helmet.”
“Not to spoil the surprise, but you’ll soon see everything has been arranged. This wedding will be unlike any other. Rather than one Mandalorian vow, you and I will exchange vows set by Anirian standards. It’s important that the council recognizes our marriage as legal.”
You shiver at the idea of Emelea refusing to accept your marriage. You aren’t entirely certain she’ll be quick to disregard you just because you married Din. You aren’t so much focused on the legality of the ceremony, though. You’re fearful for the outcome that may destroy the covert.
“What are you thinking?” Din asks. His soft voice passed over you like a fluffy cloud, shielding you from the burning sun. You basked in the feeling it gave you for a second.
“I’m thinking that I would never forgive myself if your people went to war because of me.” You sounded quiet and sad, something you didn’t want to convey, but you couldn’t help the feeling.
“We’re Mandalorians, mesh’la,” Din says confidently. “I’m sure we’d be fine.”
You cast your future husband a disregarding look. “This is a covert for a reason,” you argued. “The Armorer told me everything. Other Mandalorians may be able to afford a war, but not mine. Not you.”
Din’s heavy hand placed gently over your thigh, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of your trousers. “When it comes to you, I am more than capable of taking down entire armies.”
You felt the urge to hold his hands twinge in your fingers. You might have taken the opportunity to kiss him if you could’ve.
Rather than voice this, you opted to put your hand on top of his, squeezing his grip around your leg. “I’m excited to see what you look like,” you beam. “Before, I was nervous. I’m not so nervous anymore.” You bring your hand up to touch the side of his helmet, where the metal contoured like cheek bones. “You sound like your eyes are brown.”
Din took his turn to hold you next, holding your hand in place.
“No hints?” You asked after a moment of intense staring.
“None.”
With a final squeeze to your hand, Din moved you away then took to his feet. “We should get ready. Wendi will be looking for you, soon.”
You frowned deeply, crossing your arms as you remained intent on hiding in your new bedroom. “Why?”
“I told you that Mandalorian weddings are very traditional,” Din points out, the smirk evident in his voice. “You will have to get ready eventually.”
You groaned. Knowing that Wendi doesn’t like you unsurprisingly turns you off from getting her help. Besides, she’s most likely angry at you for getting her yelled at yesterday after the fight with the guardians.
Begrudgingly you followed Din to the furnace. You considered holding his hand, but chose not to, as you weren’t sure just how affectionate he’s ready to be.
Wendi, Paz, Ryder, and the Armorer already lingered around, having a low conversation while two female Mandalorians worked silently in the corner, using rags to polish armor cuffs.
“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds of the hour,” Ryder snides. He rests up against the lockers, huge arms strapped over his chest. You resisted a loud huff, telling yourself it’s better to let him be than to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction.
Wendi’s blue helmet juts a nod in your direction as a greeting.
“Here I was hoping you two would just elope,” Wendi says with a sneer in her voice.
So much for the brief moment of indifference.
“I hope you’re both well rested,” Gold says curtly. “Revisions have just been made. The ceremony may commence at any time.”
You and Din looked to each other. You felt the sense of something like camaraderie, but more intimate. It’s not as though the relationship is like anything anyone’s ever had. There are doubts and feelings still unspoken. Despite that, there’s more than what meets the eye.
The agreement became finalized as Din gave a single nod of his head.
“I’m ready if Din is.”
Ryder cackled while he rubbed his oversized hands together. “I’m ready for something finally exciting,” he exclaimed.
He sauntered forward, grabbing Din by the arm. “Time for your bachelor party,” he declared as he led Din out of the furnace. You felt cold without him by your side; cold and aware of the emptiness beside you. You remained tall, pushing your shoulders out and leaving your chin high in the air. “What happens now?”
Paz spoke this time. “The bride and groom should review their vows while they get dressed. The bride wears a special dress underneath armor. It’s common for Mandalorians to marry non-Mandalorians. Even then it’s important to uphold tradition. On their wedding night, the face of the riduur is reserved for their significant other. After today, the helmet will be yours. It’s up to you whether or not you want to uphold the creed, but tonight, you must.”
That was Paz’s kind way of telling you dressing in Mandalorian garb is a necessary effort you cannot and should not decline. Paz clicked his heels together in a quick bow of goodbye. “I will see you at the ceremony.”
“Thank you, Paz,” you said before he could leave the furnace.
The short nod of his head was a silent form of ‘you’re welcome.’
When only the ladies remained in the furnace, the door became shut and locked, which you’d never seen before. The furnace had always been open for everyone.
“Y/n, please meet Genevieve and Nyra,” the Armorer said as she gestured to the two females who had been silent until now.
“Nice to meet you,” they both said softly, which you reciprocated, including the bow of your head.
“They are under my apprenticeship and have been younglings in our covert for many years. They helped make your wedding armor.”
Genevieve stood about 5 feet tall, if not a few inches taller, and her armor is sprayed a deep, almost pastel purple. You can see she scratched in designs on the cuffs and leather, like wildflowers and stars.
Nyra, on the other hand, stood two heads taller than Gen. Her armor was polished to a mirror like glaze and every plate and leather strap in perfect place.
Wendi tapped her foot anxiously as she watched you interact with the younger girls instead of getting dressed. “Not to be a jerk, but the sun’s already going down. If we want to get the guardian off planet by trooper rotation, then Y/n’s gotta be dressed and married by the next hour.”
You grimace. “I suppose we should get on with it,” you agreed.
You undressed to your undergarments, watching as Nyra and Gen took a sheer black dress from a locker. It reached your knees and fit loosely around your body, mostly the waist and shoulders where the straps felt loose.
“It’s meant to be that way,” Gen promises as she makes some adjustments. She sounds kind through her modulator. “It’s only meant to go underneath the armor.”
You looked down at yourself, feeling quite like a widow rather than a bride as the black skirt swished around your knees.
Wendi and Nyra brought over the first pieces of your armor. Wendi straightens your shoulders for you, a bit too forcefully to be kind. You sent her a glowering look as Nyra fit the breast plate against your chest. You held it in place while Gen attached the shoulder plates.
You would then wear knee and shin guards made of the same white gold as your chest plate. You enjoyed getting the new pair of shoes the most, though; heavy boots as bold as any other Mandalorian’s, but velvety black with white laces. The toes had steel inside, as you could tell as you tapped the toe of each boot against the cobblestone floors.
“Wendi,” Gold says tamely, holding out a hair comb. “Can you be trusted with such a task?”
Wendi plucked the comb from her hand. “Why would I not be?” she snubbed.
You flinched when Wendi took a fistful of your hair in her gloved hands. To your surprise, she was gentle as she twisted it up into a knot on the back of your head, using the comb to stick the bun in place.
“You make an agreeable riduur,” Nyra notes from across the furnace.
“Thank you,” you say. “Although, I’m not sure I know what a riduur is.”
“It’s a mando’a, gender neutral term for a spouse,” Gen fills you in. “Bride, groom, wife, husband, or even neither and both.”
You nod. “So, mando’a is the language you all speak?”
“It used to be,” Gold says from her usual place by her stove.
“Before the purge,” you guessed.
“It was our first language as children,” Gold explains. “We are lucky if a youngling can even pick it up these days.”
“Hey! Ner mando’a...it’s...ah, it’s slipped my mind,” Gen said, defeated. “Still, I can at least understand it.”
You wondered what it would be like to understand two languages; you can’t even read your own. Rather than letting that tear you down, you return your focus to your armor and dress. “I won’t have to wear makeup, right?” you asked fearfully.
“Oh, no,” Gen says in a gasp. “Only your husband shall see your face tonight. It is an honor to see a newlywed’s face! We did make you something special.”
Gen and Nyra pressed at Gold to hurry on and show ‘it’ to you, and you watched with anxiety as Gold dug through her cooler. Presenting to you the latest object of her creation, you couldn’t help but gasp.
It was a helmet, of Mandalorian design, sculpted just for you out of rosegold and beskar. The T of the visor rippled like a wavy vine across the front.
Gold set the helmet in your hands.The weight could be balanced perfectly if you held it in your two palms perfectly upright. It’s pretty to look at with the rose gold sheen that glimmers when it hits the light in that certain way.
“There’s a hidden design,” Gen proudly says. She ushers herself over, guiding her hand to the underside of the helmet. At the touch of a button, the visor would roll up, revealing your face through the hollow part of the helmet.
“Amazing,” you guffawed.
“It was my idea,” Gen beamed. “It didn’t feel right to force you to hide your face, again. This way you can at least look like a Mandalorian, but still feel free and safe.”
Her words felt like shocks to your chest. You held onto the helmet with a tight grip, staring into the center of it as you tried to push back tears of sentiment. You would not cry on what should be a happy day. The day you are to earn your freedom has finally come, with new people and a blossom of affection that could bloom into the strongest love if tended.
“It was very thoughtful of all of you to do this,” you say in a brief whisper. “Shall I wear it now?”
Gold gestured for you to do so, looking at you tenderly from behind her own golden helmet.
Yours fit snuggly around your head. It didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least with the padding on the inside of it. You felt around the inside which brushes your cheek, looking for the button that Gen had spoken of.
When you pressed it, the screen shot downward silently, and you could see the world the way other Mandalorians did. The image is crystal clear. Nearly enhanced. You could even hear yourself breathing through the modulator, the sound the very same as everyone else’s.
“This is for you to keep,” Gold says as she waves something at you. You go towards the stove’s counter. The pair of gloves she holds in her hands fit tightly over your fingers. On the inside, over the palm of your dominant hand, is a button. “Each helmet has certain modes for certain environments. Yours is equipped with heat signatures, night vision, and aim.”
Each click of the button took you through the three modes. Aim is by far your favorite. It focused on the item or person you wanted it to through patient staring, the screen highlighting your target.
You pressed the button again, taking you once more to the normal screen.
“Thank you,” you said, breathless. You are at a loss for words. “I’m not sure what to say…”
From her position against the door, Wendi whistled to get your attention. “Say nothing. That’s preferable.”
You exhaled a heavy sigh, which came off as a hiss through the modulator.
“There is one more thing for you to wear,” Nyra says before Wendi can continue the banter. In her hands she weighed back and forth a plain necklace, the charm being a heavy oval of metal. You pulled it over your head, leaving it to rest against your breast plate. “Typically,” Gold explains, “the signet of your spouse is printed on the necklace. However, Din has yet to receive one. Until then your necklace will be blank, but that is no excuse-always wear it with pride.”
“I will,” you swear.
Gen put a hand over your shoulder, looking to you with what you imagined to be excitement. “Would you like to look in the mirror?” she asked.
Breaking out of the furnace in your Mandalorian garb felt unreal. You’d never once imagined this would be your life. Marrying Din, wearing the helmet, the armor.
The full length mirror in an unused room not far from the furnace showed you the image of a young woman who has only known the life of fire and glory. You were not that woman, you know it, and you feel guilt pull your heart down into your stomach as you tell yourself you are unworthy to wear the Mandalorian uniform.
Trembling in your armor you dare to contradict yourself. What you were before does not matter, and it likely won’t ever matter again.
Today, tomorrow, and the next, you will be Din Djarren’s wife-and by legality, a Mandalorian.
No one would want to touch you, then. Who would dare to pick a fight with a Mandalorian? A Jedi, who are but legends and stories?
“Are you ready?” Wendi asked from the doorway.
“I think so,” you say. It’s difficult to catch a steady breath under all of this pressure that’s suddenly coming down on you.
“It’s exhilarating, right?” she asked. “The first time you wear the helmet. You either think you’re not worthy or you become too egotistical about it. Ryder was egotistic. Paz was all depressed. I’m sure you can guess me. But Din? I’ll never know. No one will, besides you. So do me a favor once you two are...official.”
You tilted your head, silently asking her what she meant.
She laughed. “Get that guy to relax a bit.”
The aisle is less of an aisle and more of a general area for you to walk through. There are many Mandalorians in tow, all cast aside to the corners of the room as they watched you appear. You hadn’t realized how many Mandalorians lived in the covert until you were seeing them. Parents held their children by the shoulders; little girls cooed and boys gawked at the armor that plated your body.
Din waited for you at the end of your makeshift aisle. He wore standard armor but bore no weapons; weaponless Din seemed awkward to look at. He probably felt as awkward as you do.
There is no priest or council member standing between you and Din.
“Take off on glove,” Din says softly. You’re certain you’re the only one who can hear him.
Where your hands trembled, his were calm as the sea before a storm. Upon revealing to the audience two bare hands, there was a sudden outcry of happiness; applause. It had made you flinch at first but you could pick out the whoops of victory.
“Just look at me,” Din whispers again. He held his bare hand to you, and you gripped it for dear life. “And now,” he says, “repeat after me.”
His voice declared the Mandalorian vows perfectly. He was born to speak Mando’a, his voice a perfect marble depiction of the words and their value.
“Mhi solus tohme,” Din says clearly.
You did your best. Mando’a is a difficult language, you realized once you were expected to say it loud enough without messing up. “M-Mhi solus tohme.”
“That means, ‘we are one when we are together,’” Din translates. “Mhi solus dar’tohme.”
“Mhi solus dar’tohme.”
“We are one when apart. And now, mhi me'dinui an. Mhi ba'juri verde. We will share everything. We will raise warriors.”
Your affection for Din snapped, releasing it’s full force within your chest as your heart beat painfully. “Mhi me’dinui an. Mhi ba’juri verde.”
As soon as you’d spoken those words, the crowd went into an uproar of laughter and applause. Music started to play from some corner of the room, Mandalorians playing mandolins and flutes.
You had to reach out for Din to keep steady on your feet. “That was anticlimactic,” you said over the chaos.
He caught you swiftly, holding you upright by your forearms. “We aren’t done just yet, mesh’la.”
Vaguely wondering what that meant you followed after Din as he took you across the room, through the crowd and to a table that had been set for a proper meeting. Paz in one chair, Gold in another-and the court guardian Din hadn’t killed just between them.
Din pulled the chair out for you. “Thank you,” you muttered, unsure if he could even hear it above the party.
Now that you both faced the guardian, you reapplied your gloves.
“I hope that was to your satisifaction,” you snubbed. Something about being face to face with a man who had been in league with your abusers made you very angry. It might be valid, it might not be. You don’t care. You could just remember the feeling of taking one of their lives, and you felt less uneasy.
The guardian gestured his hands carefully; his wrists are bound by thick chains he could not break, but you still felt as if you had to be on guard.
“It was a beautiful ceremony, ma’am,” he promises. “As much,” he continued, in a rapid stutter, “as I wish it was enough, it was not. There is more.”
Paz pushed forward a few papers with lots and lots of words on them. You could sound out one of the pages; one was a Mandalorian paper, with your name and Din’s at the bottom. Gold passed over a dagger. “It must be signed.”
Din sighed, once more pulling off his glove. He pricked his finger over the tip of the dagger and pressed it like a stamp by his name. The blade is then passed to you. You did the same, feeling less confident and wincing, but stamping your bloody fingerprint by your own name.
Din gently took your hand and gestured for you to tick your wounded finger out. He pressed both fingertips together so the blood mixed, and you both stamped again in the very center.
It was poetic, in a way, but it still made you frown.
“And now?” you ask as you nurse your finger with a cloth napkin.
“Marriage vows,” Paz explains. “But they must be written out.”
You looked absolutely floundered. “I thought there wasn’t a need for marriage vows,” you said loudly.
“Not for a Mandalorian wedding,” Gold explains. “But the council wants a marriage by their own terms. This is what they want.”
Din took an ink pen and a blank parchment paper. “I understand,” he murmurs as he leans over the page, starting to write.
You shot Paz a look. What would you do? Could you ask him to write it for you?
Paz shook his head. “I’m sorry, Y/n. Just do your best. It’s not a test or something we are judging you on.”
You took a pen in your hand. It weighed heavy and felt uncomfortable all tugged against the small joints of your fingers.
You put the tip down to the paper, a large blot forming on the page. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what to do. It’s nerve wracking for a long minute. Under the music you peered at Din’s paper. He had a lot already.
“Kriff,” you swear to yourself. You started writing carefully.
A large “I” in the center of the page. You’d chosen the wrong spot to start with, but you couldn’t go back. You finished up terribly slow, walking yourself through each word many times to ensure you wouldn’t make a spelling mistake. The end product wasn’t much. But it worked:
I
WILL
LOVE
HIM
You signed your name at the bottom. You passed the page to Gold, quick enough that Din wouldn’t be able to see it.
“We’re done, then,” Gold says confidently once she has Din’s paper. “You are officially married.”
You dropped the pen with a breath of relief. “Thank goodness,” you muttered.
“Ah, ori’jate,” Paz murmurs as he looks through the papers. “Y/n and Din. Congratulations, from the bottom of my heart. Kandosii! I am off to make proper copies of your certificates. Then, we will be sending them, along with our friend, here, back to where he came from. Have a wonderful rest of your evening.”
Paz pulled the guardian up to his feet, dragging him along to wherever they would be going to make their copies. You looked at Gold timidly. “Now, what?”
“Now, I go to my room and have a wonderful night’s sleep,” Gold says. “You’re officially free, Y/n,” she says. “My congratulations. Enjoy the rest of your night, both of you.”
As Gold disappeared into the party, you and Din sat shoulder to shoulder, unbearably still for a long time. You both sat and listened to four songs come and go. He wouldn’t muster the strength to speak up or move, and you simply couldn’t.
As the seventh song started, Din threw down the napkin he’d been using to nurse his finger. He slipped his glove back on and stood. “Would you like dinner?”
You accepted his offered hand, using it to stand to your feet. You agreed, though not hungry at all.
You secretly felt grateful for the visor that separated you from the vivacious party.
At the large table of food, several people congratulated you. You met and shook hands with Mandalorians you would likely never meet again.
Din thanked everyone in that low-key way of his; you might have found it charming if it didn’t intimidate you to your core. He filled up a basket, which he’d grabbed from some other table, with enough food to keep your room stocked for two days.
A little girl tugged at Din’s leg. “Din, Din!” she exclaimed. “Please take some uj! I helped Mam make it, and I even tasted it before her! It’s very delicious.”
Din knelt down to speak to her. “It looks amazing, Aiya. I will make sure to have plenty. Thank you.”
Aiya grabbed at Din’s shoulders to tug him closer so they could touch foreheads. “Have fun, Din,” Aiya’s mother laughed. “You as well, Y/n. Welcome to our family.”
Ah.
Family.
An interesting word. Not the word you would have used too loosely. You suppose Aiya and her mother have the privilege to throw the term around. You, on the other hand, were not a four year old girl; you never had a real family to call your own. Now that you’ve found Din, you were not going to soil the word ‘family’ by addressing any stranger with it.
The hall stretched fearfully beyond you as you and Din set course for the bedroom.
You hoped you weren’t breathing as loud as you think you are. You’d become conscious of it; you manually pumped your lungs out, just to have something to focus on. Your insides just felt like a jumble, like the color grey. You didn’t have a clear input on anything, anymore. Since the ceremony, everything has been vivid to the point it seemed unreal.
The clicking of your boots aligned with Din’s, the paces being set by the rhythm of your heart. It felt like you’d ran from the hall to Din’s bedroom.
Din opened up the door and gestured for you to go in first. It wasn’t as if you could yell “NO” and run away. Besides--that’s not what you want to do.
Din sets the basket down on one of the armchairs.
“Are you alright?” he asks you.
“I am,” you answered.
“Would you like to eat?” Din asked, gesturing his arm to the basket.
With your heart racing, you pulled off your glove and your helmet. “I’m not very hungry,” you admit as you look for a place to set the helmet down.
“I usually leave mine on one of the chairs,” Din murmured. You did that, filled with unease.
“You weren’t kidding about tradition,” you noted. “It was all very...traditional.”
“Overwhelming?” Din guessed what you actually meant.
You faltered out a smile. “Honestly, yes. I thought I would die from shame if I ruined the vows bit.”
“You did very good,” Din said, as if he’d been praising your performance. “I was impressed, at least.”
You coughed on a laugh. He really is quite awkward underneath all of that armor and intensity. And speaking of armor, you realized that the next step on this night is to see his face. “Well...are you hungry?” you asked.
Din struggled to find a good place to stand. His overflow of shuddering fear flooded the room to its edges.
He would not come to you, you realized, so you would have to come to him. You unlaced your boots while he watched. Numb fingers peeled away at the laces and leather as you kicked the shoes away.
All Din seems to ever do is watch you intensely. With brown eyes, no doubt. You know that for sure. His eyes are brown.
With the floor uneven as you walked his way, you brought your mind to one thought.
The color brown.
There are several shades. Several ways brown could be beautiful. Many of the girls who had been in the servant ranks had brown eyes, and you’d known ever since then that brown eyes were, and always would be, undeniably beautiful.
His eyes could be brown like a piece of smokey quartz, dark and mysterious with its shadows.
His eyes could be lighter, like topaz, a warm pool of late sunshine.
His eyes could be almost golden, like amber, like sweet honey.
Your hands, now bare, reached out for the helmet. You half expected resistance; maybe Din would have second thoughts?
However, there was none. There would never be any, you realized, now that you two had married.
You slid your fingers beneath the helmet, finding the soft skin of his jaw. Smooth, you note, so that’s a no on the facial hair.
“I shaved,” Din answered your silent question. You smiled in response.
You took no more hazarding chances. It was time. You could feel it. You want it, and it’s very close.
You lift the helmet, standing on your toes to do so, and Din’s face becomes revealed to you in the matter of a split second.
Brown eyes.
Darker, brown eyes. You could have guessed that. They match the sound of his voice. And his skin is as though he were made by the sun.
There is a line of hair just over his top lip, a thicker mustache that made him look ever angry. You touched the tip of his nose, then his chin, then his cheeks.
“You’re very handsome,” you tell him in the gentlest voice you could summon. You doubt you could speak any louder right now. The beauty of him has you breathless, again, and at a loss for any other words.
Calling him handsome is a real understatement. He’s unlike any person you’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I don’t get that a lot, believe it or not,” Din mutters. He holds your hand that cradles his face. “I want to kiss you.”
Shocked by his words, you stared into his eyes with a gaping mouth. No one had ever said such things to you. You’ve never felt such an affect; warmth like honey and butter that slid down your chest and thighs as one of Din’s thumbs slowly brushed over your lower lip.
The hand that cradles your chin lifted up, and the tender feeling of Din’s mouth overtook yours.
He smelled the same as his leather jacket. Soap, a smoky summer’s day, and all of him.
Your chest plates clattered as Din carefully pulled you closer.
You were startled as his tongue poked through your lips, but the sensation that came with it left you gaping, a perfect opportunity for Din’s tongue to trace the crevices of your mouth. His lips felt like a drug. You couldn’t believe you’ve lived without kissing until now, as an adult. Now that you’ve felt it you never want to live without it again.
It seemed like a skill. You could easily stand there and fade into the euphoria, but you could not swish your tongue and lips like he could without feeling like a wild mudhorn cleaning himself.
When Din became breathless, he pulled away, but his hand still fiercely attached to your face.
You gasped for air.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first night we spent together,” Din rasps. “Watching you...in the small shirt...and you were fawning over me. I wanted you badly.”
Your face burned fiercely at the words. You’d never have speculated…! Sputtering for a reply, you wrapped your arms over the shoulder plates of Din’s armor. “You have a good way of hiding your feelings,” you tell him with a shake of your head.
Din’s hands fell to your hips, which he squeezed as he shook his head with a smile. It was shocking. You felt yourself become stunned at the prospect of a simple smile, of a half laugh whisping from his lips.
What affection you’d felt for him before burst into a blossoming flower, delicate but beautiful.
“I can’t believe how handsome you are,” you say.
Din sighs. “I really don’t know what I’ll do if you keep on saying that.”
You blushed at the tips of your ears. “I-I mean we should-right?”
Din’s mouth twitched at the idea you’d prodded for the first time all day. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says in a dark voice.
“Why?” You weren’t ‘disappointed’ but you were confused.
“I shouldn’t force this onto you,” he said. “It’s enough you’ve married me. We can save that for another night.”
Ah. His chivalry strikes again. You shake your head. “What if I had been looking forward to it?” you prodded.
Din grabbed your chin once more and kissed, this time harder than before. “I told you already,” he rasps. “I don’t like being teased.”
Knees shaking, face burning, you looked into Din’s eyes with a wide smile. “Alright.”
According to Din then, helping each other out of the armor is customary for the wedding night. Din took this opportunity to teach you how to disassemble, then reassemble, armor on your own.
Beneath the armor you were not naked. You still had your sheer dress, and Din had his trousers and fitted tunic. The necklace stayed on, the pendant hanging at your chest. You’d declined Din’s prompt to remove it.
Guiding you to the bed to sit, Din placed more kisses over your face. Propping yourself onto your knees, you watched Din eagerly while he untied his own boots. His helmet got placed next to yours. Shoes, next to yours. He climbed into the bed with the basket of food in hand.
You reached for the first piece of cheese you found.
“What do we do now that we’re properly married?” you asked.
Din caught your wrist and guided the cheese to his mouth, where he then took a huge bite of your food. Through a grin, Din shrugged. “Get to know one another, I’d say,” he prompts.
It went back and forth from then on. He asked questions about your childhood, and you’d give mostly depressing answers. You explained to him the in depth details of life in the servant ranks. You’d been born into it by a servant girl who was impregnated while unmarried. You were born, only to have your mother executed hours after. You’d never known her, so it didn’t feel truly sad at first look. Though the more you thought about it, the more sinking realizations settled in your mind.
Din reminisced his story of how he’d lost his family. He’d been rescued by a Mandalorian group under the name of Death Watch. The story was long and intricate. You were mesmerized by Din’s story, by the way his mouth moved when he spoke and said certain words. You were deeply embedded into the story. The history of Death Watch had been explained in thorough detail by your husband. It had once been a group of heroic warriors, dedicated to protecting and upholding the Way.
Paz and Ryder’s father had been a strong part of it.
Everything changed with the rise of the Empire.
Death Watch had been seized by a man who sought the powers of a sith lord. And that had only been the start of the end of Mandalore.
Din managed to escape most damage by moving along with his covert. He was one of the lucky ones.
After his story, he asked you more questions. Life among the ranks; friends; memorable stories. You told him everything. You’d witnessed many defectors become dragged by the hair to the red circle. Often times, servants were gathered to watch as their sister was executed. It was meant to be a lesson learnt.
You didn’t learn it.
Neither did your friend Vidia.
You’d not spoken Vidia’s name aloud in many years, so sharing her story to Din moved you to deep tears that trickled down your face before you stopped them. She lived on through the stories you told. Her mischief, the way she could ease any girl’s worry; and, of course, the time she tried to defect. She tried so hard. She almost succeeded. She’d organized a revolt against the council with the other older girls. It almost worked.
But they were all caught and killed.
You learned from her death that life on Aniri would never get better; from then, you’d watch the ways of the palace and plot. You were going to escape, for Vidia, at first. Then you’d decided you would escape for you.
While the time passed between you, all in between the smaller questions like favorite colors and first kisses (yours had been with Din, and he was happy for it), you both ate happily from the basket.
When he was ready for bed, Din rolled off the mattress. He set the basket up and you could only watch with burning cheeks as he pulled out of his tunic. He folded it up and pushed it into the wardrobe.
He found a tin can and popped something from it into his mouth. He offered you the tin. You tested the waters with a lick to the tablets.
“Are these mints?” you demanded.
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
Mints were high quality on Aniri! You expressed this to him with a wide smile. “I never thought I would have one...I never thought I’d have this sort of life,” you added as you chewed the mint. You scrambled to get under the blankets as Din approached the bed with a thoughtful smile on his mouth. You tried your absolute hardest not to look. You couldn’t really help it. You’d never seen a shirtless person before. It was intoxicating how amazing Din looked. His stomach is well sculpted, his shoulders wide and strong, and his collarbones had an intense effect on you.
Din shut out the lights on his way to bed. He shifted around, pulling the blankets over himself as well.
It didn’t take long for you to reach out for one another. As soon as your eyes had adjusted, Din reached out for you. He pulled you by the waist so you were aligned with his torso. Your dress ruffled up against your thighs as you laid there, being kissed and becoming dizzy. There wasn’t much you could do. You didn’t know how to do anything.
You could only do as your body reacted, which was to push up against his bare skin as much as you could manage. You spread out one of your legs, wrapping over Din’s hips so your thigh pressed into him.
You gasped into his mouth as his calloused hand ran over your thigh, up very high to where you could something happening. Something interesting, really. Something definitely new.
“You should ask me to stop,” Din grumbles against your neck. His lips had puckered over your quick pulse, sucking and biting at the skin that had never once been touched before.
“S-stop,” you breathed as you pulled his face back up. You pressed your mouth against his. Trying your hand at kissing back felt messy. It felt sloppy. But Din didn’t seem to mind all that much.
He yanked you closer. “Do you mean it?” he asked you in a rough voice.
“Not really,” you giggled.
Your leg that is cast over his hips got pulled at. He seemed to stretch it out wider so he could run his hand way up beneath your black dress.
His thumb passed over your wet center and you trembled against his chest.
“What was that?” you exclaimed, struggling to catch your breath.
Din looked down at you through the darkness. “This?” he asked. His thumb pressed on that one spot again and you gasped loudly. “What is that?” you asked again.
“Something I can easily stop if you asked me to,” Din says firmly. You gripped onto his bicep as you shook your head. “I do not want that,” you quickly say.
Din chuckled. He pressed another kiss to your mouth as he moved his thumb in small circles. You grabbed onto Din for your utter life. You recalled the feeling of being thrown around the Razor Crest while Din navigated you to safety. This feeling is very similar, but in a way you couldn’t possibly put into words. It’s warm, fuzzy, but it makes your blood run cold in your veins. The feeling has you breathing hard and clinging onto Din, tugging on his messy, brown hair.
And just as soon as it had started, there was a gigantic wave of euphoria that passed over you. Something burst inside your stomach. It was like the feeling had reached its peak and then ended.
You shuddered against Din’s torso, still reeling from the experience. You breathed hard, muttering his name over and over. “How,” you asked, “did you do that?”
Din laughed. The sound rumbled through his chest, low and baritone. He slides his arm up your dress and around to the small of your back. He tugs you closer to his grasp. “It’s a Mandalorian secret,” he tells you.
“Would you do it again?” you asked.
Din laughed. He rolled over you, pressing you into the pillows as he looked down at you through the darkness. In the silence you could hear that the party still raved on in the meeting hall.
“I could. But I won’t.” You gripped at his hair, lips puckered in a desperate attempt to kiss him some more. “Why?” you gasped.
“I told you, mesh’la,” Din mutters. He kisses your lips once; it’s softer, gentler, and it eases you to comply with the cuddling hug Din rolls you into. “I don’t like being teased.”
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Yugioh S4 Ep 25: Oh Hai Mai
Heyyy we’re back. Thank for bearing with me, it’s been kind of chaos over here. Everything from a pandemic (we are very sloooowly reopening over here but I’ve been quarantined so long I can french braid my damn leg hair.) to important political protests, to getting an evacuation order because an arsonist burned down 90 acres in the heat of summer (luckily we’re all fine), to a vole that ate everything in my pandemic self-care garden so I lost my entire mind and waged war and dug so many holes and put out 17 mouse traps and set off so many critter bombs under the ground trying to kill the little bastard like it was Caddyshack (It’s still alive, ps, I lost that war). These last 3 months have been the longest decades of my life. The only month longer was the one where I’m pretty sure I had mono and it made me positive that my basement was haunted.
Man, bring back my haunted basement, Sorry if this comes through in my writing, I tried but, I can’t edit it out. You get FML-Rachel today.
Lets get back to a good, mindless distraction, lets turn on Yugioh.
BUT------->it just so happens that this episode of Yugioh has cop stuff in it, I’m just going to be blunt. We’re going into Valon’s backstory, he’s very much a victim of problems within the bizarre Yugioh legal system, and much like a Gotham supervillain, he is a symptom of the problem more than the cause.
I’m not going to ignore that, but in case you are overwhelmed about that right now, if you want to like...save this for later--I have another FMA recap coming out soon that I wrote in a simpler time before....the corona freakin ruined us all.
Last we left off, we were on the heels of Joey Wheeler, who decided to book it down the street because he wants to murder the hell out of Valon.
Youknow...Joey is one hell of a protagonist. He just does...so MANY antagonistic things.
Joey has decided that although the world is ending, and everyone left alive will be absorbed into the Great Leviathon’s big yummy tummy, which can only be prevented by three people, of which he is one of--he’s going to go sprint in completely the other direction.
We even managed to get Kaiba on board. We were ready. We were done, but then Joey had to lose his freakin mind because that’s just what Joey Wheeler does sometimes.
Normally heroes avoid the call to duty because of a severe lack of self confidence, but this is Joey, and he’s going to avoid the call to duty because of too much self confidence.
And so Joey and his Chaperone turn a corner and walk into this random orc who’s just casually living his best life and touring SF.
One of my worst fears walking through SF, tbh. Running into high school people. Not so much the orcs.
Yo, I wonder what the bushman was doing through all of this? So IRL, we have this guy who just...hides in a bush and jump-scares tourists. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in a bush and then just...all these orcs show up and you’re all.
...oh no, now I’m the fool...
I just want to know if bushman made it, or if he’s in a paper card that’s just a picture of foliage.
(read more under the cut)
Anyway, Joey was already in the process of running, so they just turned around on this street of...so much parking.
Like y’all there is SO MUCH PARKING this episode. I was trying to pay attention to anything else, but like...do you see this!? It takes nearly half an hour usually to get a spot but this--this right here?
And the crazy thing is, recently my bro had to go pick up some old guy from a cruise that...got quarantined...and so bro had to go the Pier and like--this is what the city looked like. This is a pandemic, it’s just lots of parking, so I want to criticize Yugioh, and I normally would, but I can’t. I’ve seen the receipts. They called it. This is what the endtimes look like and it’s so much parking.
Also, they were too lazy to draw cars but damn, they called it.
So, left with no other option, Joey decides to...be Joey, and punches a huge orc covered in armor.
So Valon’s here, because apparently SF has just...no one left alive in it except for these few kids and that one Uber Eats driver. I imagine it’s a lot easier to find Joey if you just follow the only one screaming in Japanese in a Brooklyn accent at the top of his lungs.
And Valon decides that this one way street isn’t good enough, and that they must duel somewhere else.
I assumed it would be a tall structure, but considering Kaiba just blew up the tallest structures in the Financial District...I was like...what else is tall? And bear in mind, I’m a mess, so I was like...OMG I wish it were Macy’s!!!
Now I hear you saying that’s weird, and we shouldn’t have a very fancy Macy’s in 2020, and you’re correct. but we still have one, and the top floor is just...a massive Cheesecake factory, and I can’t think of anything more 00′s than a Yugioh duel on top of that specific Cheesecake Factory.
And I’ve never really thought before about where the best Yugioh duel would be, and it’s there. It’s at the high rise Cheesecake. Listen Yugioh, if you need an insider to choose locations for your Netflix remake of S4--call me.
So anyways, instead of doing the right thing and going to the Cheesecake Factory on top of Macy’s like any other self respecting 00′s teenager, Valon and Joey are going to drive through the most boring parts of town.
They had an opportunity to go chase eachother through any tourist attraction, Lombard street, Ghirardelli Square, the Palace of Fine Arts, China town, reuse some assets and drive through Japan town, that fountain that looks like Yoda--but no...they decided to drive through literal trash.
Just...a missed opportunity, and it should have been a Cheesecake Factory.
Also, I totally and fully acknowledge that a strange nostalgic affection for the Cheesecake Factory is a weird Millennial thing (much like our weird encyclopedic knowledge of Sailor Moon) but listen. You have your thing, too. You go do you, I’m gonna soak my sorrows in a bowl of Chinese chicken salad so wide, it’ll last me 3 days.
Anyways, Joey’s gonna steal that guy’s bike.
Yugioh just predicting the future in 2003. We actually have a HUGE problem right now with vehicle theft in the city to an almost comedic degree, which is partly why the parking situation has gotten so incredibly dire. It’s kind of incredible that this guy left his bike out because after about 1 day in the city you learn pretty fast that you need to be constantly checking on your street parked vehicle--I mean, that guy was just asking for it, honestly. If Joey hadn’t taken it, some other guy would have absolutely taken it, (even that orc would’ve taken it, the city has no consideration for cars.)
Sorry --one sec-- that was an earthquake just now. As I’m typing this. Just a little guy. Just a little treat for me...
...but still like...c’mon. I’m also getting this weird issue where Tumblr doesn’t save my drafts so like...this is like the 3rd time I’ve had to write this like...I just want to make a Yugioh post for my tiny funtime tv blog, Universe. Don’t @ me right now, Universe.
SO MUCH FREAKIN PARKING.
...is it the space between two piers? What is this? We don’t have rivers in SF, it is a peninsula covered in very steep hills. Like very VERY steep hills. All water just rolls into the ocean and there’s a couple of lake thingies but...no rivers that I know of (And like maybe this is a thing, and I just haven’t seen it? Learn something new every day.)
*loud, audible sigh* home. Where we belong. At the warehousssssssse.
Back at the RV base, Duke Devlin is still babysitting. Maybe this is to make up for the two seasons he spent trying to date a girl Rebecca’s age, that they felt like going out of their way to show that he has indeed no longer horny now. Got to hand it to them, that’s a lot of character development right there. Although at the same time, it has made Duke Devlin a very non-character.
But imagine how insanely complicated would it have been if Duke got involved in that bizarre love-square that is Yugi, Tea, and the Ghost that killed Yugi by accident.
PS that’s either a freeway onramp (which is too far South from where they were, I think) or it sure does look like old Embarcadero behind them. Youknow, that lifted street from the 80′s that fell down in Loma Prieta and was never rebuilt? I just freakin love that it’s still here in 2003. This bizarre Yugioh alternate California.
Anyway, because this is alternate California, Seto set a massive fire and the entire city didn’t immediately go up in flames. Apparently they just kinda ran away from the explosion and damage before anyone noticed.
Probably because most people on Earth are dead anyway, so what more can these two actually do?
And so Yami ends up getting lectured by the wife.
And justifiably, the wife seems to have absolutely no confidence that Yami will be able to do a damn thing right.
Wifes all around this episode.
Speaking of,
At this point, Arthur Hawkins senses that Yami’s nearby, so he opens the door just to freakin dump some guilt on him.
...Rebecca seems to be a character that’s mostly there to recap the lore and also to dump on Yami. I don’t mind that. Yami needs to get dunked more often, and I’m saying that in S4, where the entire season’s tagline is “how many times can we dunk on Yami?”
So lets check on Yugi, how’s that kid doing? It’s been quite a number of episodes since we last saw him.
Yep, still hanging out in the Han Solo cosplay room.
And then, because I guess everyone is just hanging out in the same 4 blocks, Mai and Tristan have a heart-to-heart.
In the show, this conversation was Mai (who is now a serial killer) saying “Oh hey, Tristan, where’s Joey?” and Tristan saying “It’s ALL YOUR FAULT he wants to kill Valon--thanks a lot, Mai! GODS!” all indignant like.
Not how you would ordinarily talk to a serial killer, just saying. No one from the Yugi crew fears this woman...at all...and she has killed over 20 people in front of them and is trying very hard to kill Joey Wheeler all the time.
Like what would it actually take for them to fear this woman? They can’t, right?
Meanwhile, Valon is trying to explain to Joey that his obsession with Mai is in fact damaging any relationship they could have had.
So then when you’re like OK...this is actually very valid points on Valon’s part, and Joey really does need to step back and let people make their mistakes considering Joey was barely a part of her life to begin with. But then, Valon just turns a 180 and...it becomes a catty love triangle where only one person in the triangle even feels romantic emotions.
I just...so Valon is doing this fight because he thinks Mai is in love with Joey.
This whole time I was like “well maybe it’s more that Valon is trying to defend Mai’s right to make her own choices” but no...he just straight up thinks Mai is in love with Joey. And, in fighting Joey, Valon himself is ignoring Mai’s life choices
Just a whole lot of misunderstanding that would have been fixed with better ways than dueling with cards. At least that one guy in S2 who tried to marry Mai actually dueled HER instead of some random guy.
It just really feels like these boys are having a pissing contest and Mai was never let in on the deets that this was even happening.
Mai needs to hang out with older men. Set her up with Roland, this is ridiculous.
Back at the RV, which got very, very big in this shot, Seto has an odd convo with Mokuba about how they are probably not going to get Kaiba Corp back. And then no one really argued with him about that.
He’s taking it really well. Maybe because this isn’t even the first time or the second time or even really the third time Seto’s lost everything. Kid’s really freakin great at failure. At least this time Mokuba isn’t currently abducted, which is really good improvement for these two.
Outside the RV, Tristan has decided to...give up as well, just right here, in the middle of traffic. Then he gets Orc’d...these orcs are kind of like Slenderman, in that they kinda...show up...but then that’s all they do because the designers didn’t actually want to animate anything.
And then this happens.
God bless this story boarder for this random series of events presented in just this way.
Also here’s yet another example where Tea just has...no fear. She’s actually only out here because she was like “that’s it, we’re getting another driver” and was going to chew out Duke Devlin. The Orc being in the middle of the road was not the reason she walked out here.
Anyways, Yami killed it because everyone here can just throw cards forever, these things are not threatening.
The subplot of everyone refusing to drive with Duke Devlin after he busted his car in Death Valley is still ongoing, and it’s still low key hilarious that no one will outright say “Duke, your driving is just so bad” and instead, Duke just has to sit there and watch Joey STEAL A MOTORCYCLE just so he won’t have to drive shotgun with Duke Devlin.
Rebecca, our plot-dump device, then informs us that Valon has Special Rules.
Because Valon, if you’ve forgotten, has a card that allows him to physically punch his opponent in the face.
They should have invented that card a long time ago TBH.
SO, lets get into Valons tragic backstory. First off, go turn on your Les Mis Soundtrack, because this is some old school cop stuff.
So apparently Valon, as a child just...stayed in the system forever. We don’t know why yet, but lets just assume that it’s tragic and heavy handed. If he steals a loaf of bread and ends up in 12 Juvies (which is a line from the show and not an exaggeration--12 Juvies) then I will expect him to be singing by the end of this and I will be very disappointed if he does not.
Anyways, he was such an asshole, that he caught the attention of some very illegal rich bastard who was trying to turn prisoners into...card murders. (it was Dartz.) because apparently...Dartz also funds prisons and that is...that is some deep lore.
And so probably about the same time that Yugi was Dueling to the death on Pegasus’ Island, and about the same time that Marik was hanging out in the ocean next to Pegasus’ Island with a pair of binoculars, and about the same time that Noah was underneath Pegasus’ Island just watching Pegasus steal KaibaCorp, Dartz decided to make his OWN murder island--because I guess he got jealous.
Anyway, Valon won, and didn’t even need to set anyone on fire.
Those little green things there--those are all souls of prison inmates.
YUGIOH.
Millennials got DARK, OK? Freakin...we had a show for 9 year olds that went deep into the school-to-prison pipeline and didn’t even try to hide it under any layers of symbolism. Like Hunger Games at least had two people survive.
This was a show to sell PAPER CARDS.
+++++++++++THIS IS A RANT WHERE I WENT OFF ABOUT PRISON TALK IN KID’S SHOWS FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++++++++++++
Now, there’s a lot of good conversation going on right now about errors in the modern justice system on not just a local scale, but on a global scale, especially regarding racial profiling and criminalization of poor, sick, and young, and we better keep pushing it. But it’s surprising when people pretend like this hasn’t been talked about for a long time. Because...we’ve been talking about it in kids and YA shows for a long time. This is not something that just popped up in 2020.
Like millennials didn’t invent this obsession with dark and gritty stories with uncomfortable themes. It’s been around for thousands of years, but back in the 90′s and 00′s, a lot of shows for YA and younger enjoyed talking about the problems with prisons and abuse of power with our justice systems--a lot. Batman, X-men, Death Note, so so many, hell, even the OC.
And like, don’t get me wrong, we still have these shows running around, but I’ve been there’s been a trend of stories (not saying names) where just...nothing bad happens. And, that’s kind of sad because...they CAN have small elements that are more progressive in them, but only brought forth with a very risk-free cotton candy fluffy coating to make the majority of the population happy.
I could go long about this, and I’m getting very cryptic. If a kid escapes to more colorful worlds where nothing bad ever happens, that’s OK--sometimes you need that, but when nothing bad ever happens surrounding certain experiences where bad things normally happen--the meaning of the story changes because it isn’t a real experience anymore.
Like I don’t want to tangent too much, and I just had to delete a lot of examples, but I know a lot of people want to write stories about misrepresented minorities and about real deal serious situations and are just so afraid of misrepresentation that they go in completely the wrong direction by not putting in anything uncomfortable at all. I think it’s important to look at the work and ask yourself is this about the minority the work should be about--or is this work about patting the majority of the population on the back and saying neat, we’ve achieved utopia without having to even do anything?
...anyway, obvi I’m ranting, but I feel like we’re taking a step backwards when it comes to the importance of kids programming and that we do need to talk to kids about prison again. This is a show about paper cards, and they don’t do a great job at talking about...the reality of prison, this was exaggerated with genre stereotypes, but at least they didn’t cover it with rainbows and unicorns, because this isn’t about how great Joey and the “normal” people are at saving Valon, this is about how society screwed Valon beyond repair, and I am 99% certain we will see this guy’s soul stuffed in a brick above Dartz’ snake fireplace.
Like, yeah he duels to the death on an island, but that’s imagery that is very close to real life prison issues. We don’t talk to kids a lot about how a lot of inmates get enlisted into the military during war times (and quite literally...duel to their death...on islands). We don’t talk about how we use inmates to betray eachother for a chance at maybe getting amnesty. We don’t talk about how a lot of the victims of this system are essentially children, and have been caught in a system of endless prison for what will probably be the rest of their lives. We don’t talk about how we’re systematically turning kids into criminals so much in kid’s shows of late...and Freakin Yugioh just did in a filler season.
....................I think our standard for modern kids programming to talk about serious issues is way too low if Yugioh just threw this out there in a filler season, is all I’m saying.
++++++++++++++++++END OF PRISON RANT++++++++++++++++++++++
So, Valon is free but...is he?
Not really, he’s just gone from one jailer to another, but at least this time he gets his own room. Don’t blame him for latching onto Dartz’ dream to end the world, because the world for him has been one behind bars. He doesn’t know it. Never been there.
It’s just interesting juxtaposed to Joey because Joey had some sort of Season Zero history with a gang and I haven’t watched that episode yet.
So that’s it for now, again, I’m very slooow lately. I slept for 3 hours today...and I don’t know why. But hey--we all got through three (four???) months of this...we just gotta go...one month at a time.
That and I accidentally did my taxes early so there’s that. See? Good things still happen.
Also, because I only slightly referenced the most incredible movie ever made on San Fransisco soil, I’ll just leave this here. The true hallmark of our city.
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What is your best talent?
I’m gonna guess writing, since I get compliments on it and I fairly enjoy doing it.
Do you know anyone named Nicole?
Nicole is a pretty popular second name in the Philippines but I don’t know anyone actually going by the name.
Have you ever had a true FML?
I’ve been around 21 years and I’m pretty clumsy, so there’s been a handful. Just yesterday I was drinking milk tea when a pearl got stuck in my straw and I couldn’t drink any of the tea. I didn’t want to sip it in for fear of having the pearl lodged in my throat, so I did the opposite and blew air onto the straw. The milk tea exploded all over my face and my outfit lmao
Are you considering having children right now?
Not right now, but I’d want a couple by the next decade or so.
Do you enjoy the darkness?
Only when I have to sleep. Otherwise, the dark can trigger me to be sad and start thinking dark thoughts.
Are you afraid of being single?
Well, where I am now, yes. I’m in a great place with Gab and I wouldn’t want to lose her. But the idea of being single itself doesn’t bother me a lot - it just means more money to spend on myself hahaha.
Do you have a new boyfriend/girlfriend every week?
Nope.
Are you good at deceiving others?
Only when it comes to looking cheery when I’ve really been having an internal breakdown - I don’t like letting people in. But other than that, I’m awful at lying.
How much memory does your computer have?
Just 120 GB. I don’t save a lot of stuff so I didn’t feel the need for storage space.
Do you play video games?
Sometimes, and when I do it’s 1) easy, family-friendly games like those on the Wii, or 2) simply goofing around in open world games and not actually doing missions. I’m really bad at video games and have never finished one, so I never formed an attachment to them like others have.
What color are your eyes?
Black.
Is your hair layered?
Nah, I don’t think I’ve had it layered since I was 11.
What is the closest yellow thing to you?
The blanket on me has yellow polka dots.
Do you believe in labeling others?
Sure, but only if it’s based from personal experiences. The best example I could give you is labeling people I go to school with, and if they’re decent groupmates or just pain-in-the-ass freeloaders. I don’t like going any more personal than that, though; when I do ~label it’s just to look out for my own sanity.
Have you ever shot an animal?
NO.
How do you feel about Judge Judy?
I have never seen it and have no idea what it’s about.
Do you exercise daily?
No, but I do have PE on Wednesdays and Fridays.
How many months have you been alive?
257.
Can you do cool things with your hair?
Nope. The most creative thing I can do with it is a bun. I don’t know how to do a braid and much less anything more creative than that.
Do you have a couch in your house?
Yeah. We bought an L-shaped couch fairly recently and it is everythinggggg.
Would you like to have a soda machine in your room?
No thanks, I hate soda.
Are you impatient?
In most contexts, yeah.
Would you pay someone to drive you around everywhere?
Maybe not everywhere since I do know how to drive and enjoy it from time to time, but it would be nice to have this luxury especially if I have to go to places where I’d have to go through traffic.
Do you think soap operas are too good to be true?
I wouldn’t know, since I never watch/ed those.
Are you conscious of your weight?
I’m not conscious but I’m generally aware that I need to gain like 10 pounds.
Have you ever jumped out of a window?
No.
Are you tolerant of pain?
NOOOOOOOO I hate feeling pain. [Graphic] Currently I have a second-degree burn on the roof of my mouth because I stupidly bit on a freshly-cooked takoyaki last Monday (wasn’t able to spit it out cos I was in public and was stupidly more concerned about bystanders getting grossed out than my mouth getting burned). No skin left at all, just a big ass wound. I’ve had to skip meals and eat less because the pain is a BITCH and it has just been so uncomfortable and I get headaches from it and I want to cry.
What kind of mood are you usually in?
I don’t have a ‘usual’ mood.
Do you feel like you can read others minds?
I’m generally good at getting a feel of what they’re thinking of and how they are, but like I’m not anything close to being a mind reader lol.
Do you have a webcam?
It’s a part of my laptop.
Do you finish other peoples sentences?
Sometimes I tend to do that, but I realize it can be annoying so I avoid it.
How many pairs of shoes do you own?
I’m too lazy to count but 10-15 pairs seems like a safe guess.
When is your birthday?
April 21st.
Do you feel important where you’re at right now?
Getting there.
Are you short tempered?
Yeah, a great deal.
Do you cry when someone yells at you?
Typically. My mom yelled at me a lot as a kid so I get very sensitive when anyone raises their voices at me.
Have you ever been homeless?
Nope.
How many online accounts do you have?
I have a lot, if we’re counting sites beyond social media. I’ve had to sign up for apps for classes, like Schoology; for alternative slide-making services like Canva; for other apps that I find useful, like Zomato.
Do you drive through red lights?
No, never.
What sound puts you to sleep?
Silence. As much as possible it has to be quiet; I don’t like white noise. I suppose the sound of rain and thunderstorms is soothing too.
Are you a fast or slow reader?
I’m pretty fast from all the years I spent reading as a kid. But it still depends - if I don’t like what I’m reading or if it’s an academic piece, I’ll have to slow down.
Are you a good speller?
Yes.
Do you have a TV in your bedroom?
Nope. I used to have one but I never used it so they gave it to my brother.
How long can you go without sleeping?
I usually put a limit at like 16-18 hours. Any longer than that and i start to get crankier.
How long can you go without talking?
I’m guessing fairly long? I have no problem with not talking, as an introvert.
Do you currently have a job?
No, I don’t.
Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama?
Nah I typically just watch from afar.
Do you collect quarters from every state?
We don’t have quarters and we don’t have states.
How important is appearance in your life?
Like, physical appearance? It’s pretty up there. I like having my hair neat and putting on a nice, matching outfit whatever the occasion.
Are you any good at photography?
No, not at all. I could never figure it out. I just take photos on my phone and hope it does the job well.
Would you rather sleep all night or sleep all day?
All day. I like being out at night.
Do you hate getting up early?
In general, yes, even if I’m waking up for something exciting like a vacation.
Does it bother you when people use poor grammar?
It used to, until I realized judging people for their grammar is a shitty thing to do especially if they aren’t fluent in the language they’re attempting to speak. I do draw the line at people trying to sound smart and coming off as an asshole - if they also happen to use poor grammar, that’s when I’ll find it funny.
Could you see yourself being a bartender?
No. I feel like I’d forget so many recipes and be so exhausted from having to be friendly with everyone.
Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?
No. We had toxic tendencies in the beginning but 1) we’ve ironed it out since, and 2) I don’t think those tendencies immediately made the entire relationship toxic.
Are you currently tired?
Nah, I just woke up and I’m looking to work on a bunch of homework today.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water, cos I chugged a loooot of Vietnamese coffee last night.
Do you like to take walks?
Not so much, but I’m learning to like them. I walked the entire Academic Oval in school last Thursday :)
Have you ever had de ja vu?
Yeah, many times.
Are you a fan of anime?
No.
Do you draw a lot?
I can’t draw, so no.
Do you plan on going to college?
I’m in college/university. Those mean the same thing here.
Do you feel at home in your own home?
Most days.
Do you pay for your own cell phone bill?
I’m on a prepaid plan, but no, my mom pays for my load.
Do you really think that life’s what you make it?
To a certain extent. There are some things that just happen to you and you can’t help it, unfortunately > Pretty much.
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HAPPY SEPTEMPTER!
Hi guys! Just wanted to share an update, a bit of the work I’ve been doing for the past couple of days, and what I have planned to do for the upcoming holiday on Monday!
So first semester started, and I have officially completed my second week of Sophomore year! My classes are nice, but I’ve been having a bit of trouble with my online classes, which I can talk about later! Even though I only have two on-campus classes, I am taking 14 credits, so I’m very busy with schoolwork most of the time. Below I’ll start with a summary of my classes and how they’re going! I’ll then talk about my past and future work. Keep in mind this post is gonna be kinda lengthy so if that’s not your thing, probably don’t click below lol.
So, starting from my first class of the week every week! Human Relations.
To start off - my Human Relations class has a lot of notes. We take notes every class - which I like - but we haven’t really done any actual assignments. We did have a quiz over our book’s second chapter (that I missed because I mixed up a holiday and didn’t go to class - I’m dumb lmao) and we watch video clips, but there hasn’t been a big assignment or anything yet which I’m grateful for.
We do this thing in the class called a reading where we talk about a certain celebrity in a given book and what they have to say about surviving college / advice they have altogether, and I really like the vibe it brings to the class. We are going through each student and doing one every class, and it’s a really nice way to start class every day. We all discuss the advice and give our input, which I think is a good way to get everyone involved.
Over all the class is a bit slow as of late, but discussions make it worth it for sure. I’m excited to see what’s to come with this class!
Next is my Digital Communications class!
This class is entirely online, so we do weekly modules and have until Friday of that week to finish all the work, and it’s all very in-depth assignments. Videos, discussion boards, and quizzes are all major parts of our grades for this class. I love all the feedback and discussions we have over certain topics in this class, because it really opens you up and makes you see other’s POV on things!
It’s a very modern class, and I feel like I’m learning about things happening now in real time (just last week I learned about AI Cars and computers that mimic brain activity to work more efficiently) and it’s something I feel is really important when it comes to digital themed classes! Technology is moving fast, so it’s important we keep up.
Just this last week we learned about viral video trends and the era of “The YouTubers / Online Influencers” and it was so interesting! If anyone is interested in the video (which also talks about YouTube’s history and is a really educational video at its core) I will link it here: Viral Video : YouTube Marketing.
If I’m not using an online website to complete an assignment (just last week I had to look up my name and relatives names to see just how easy it is to find people’s information online), I’m usually writing a long reply to a video for a grade, or responding to other student’s replies for a grade as well. Even though it’s a grade it’s all very open and doesn’t feel too grade-ish. We all have great discussions.
The next class I’m not too fond of, just because I slept my way through high school Algebra, is of course: Algebra. Paired with the sleeping and my state just not caring about our education at all in the past, Algebra is really difficult for me this year. I have to re-teach myself everything from scratch and get the help of some of my friends who are good at Alg (u know who you are). It’s been really difficult, but I’ll get there. On the other hand, also been very rewarding when I understand it!
My book for this class was expensive ($103) and I’m trying to take really good care of it. I bought as apposed to rent because I was told to on the syllabus (it came with an online code which we ended up not even needing so hey! waste of money!) but now I’ll probably sell it back to the school library after this term ends to get some of that money back.
The number one thing that has helped me, funnily enough, is memes! My friends and I have made memes relating to rules for certain problems, and it’s really helped. I even went as far as printing off one of the memes and stapling it into my math notebook, just so I can see it when I’m studying! I’ll show it to you just because it makes me laugh:
( Any ARMY’s out there - HMU )
As you can see I rewrote my notes for Math just last night (which I plan on doing from now on) just to refresh my memory and study a bit more on the topics I knew I needed to. Figuring out how least common anything works has been literal hell for me, but I’m slowly starting to learn. It’s a work in progress, for sure.
Apart from that, my teacher never gives us set due dates, and we can take all our tests at home, which is a complete life saver for me. I’m about a week ahead in the class because of all the extra work I’ve been putting in trying to re-learn everything, and I plan to keep it that way. This class is challenging but rewarding. In class my professor lectures for about an hour and a half - two hours depending on how long the chapter is (which is usually maybe like 15 pages?) and we take notes the whole time.
The class is pretty silent so I’ve been trying to ask a lot of questions and talk to the people next to me to help the awkward atmosphere as well. I’m a shy person in general but I can be friendly and this class really needs that sort of attitude from the students. The professor is old and he’s really nice, but he’s not too keen on involving students, so I try and help.
Over all, I like the class. It’s challenging for sure, but that was expected. I’m excited to see where this class goes in the future though!
So to finish this off, I’ll talk about my last class, which has proved to be the most difficult regardless of me doing no work at all for it yet. Geology.
The reason I’ve had so many struggles with this class already is because the way it’s set up is just a big mess if I’m being totally honest.
To make things short (because I wrote this once and it literally deleted on me) I have to use three different websites for this one class, a giant textbook (that should have come with an access code to one of the websites, but didn’t), and the way my teacher creates assignments is Messy. It’s all stuff I’ll have to get used to I guess, so we’ll see how things play out. I really hope I like the material though because if I don’t I won’t hesitate to take a fat W on my manuscript (I’m kidding, but it’d be nice to be able to drop fml).
So, moving on from that, let’s talk about my weekend!
THURSDAY:
So my weekend started early because my HR class was cancelled for Friday, so I went ahead and did all of my Digital Comm. work on Thursday. It was all due that next day on Friday so it was a good thing that I finished it all (it took about four hours) but it was interesting so it wasn’t too bad to do. Apart from that I did a lot of misc. stuff like filled out paperwork for my college and tried writing a little bit. I didn’t do a lot of my homework on Thursday because I knew I had all weekend, so that was pretty much all I did academic wise that day.
FRIDAY:
God himself couldn’t tell you where I was or what I did on Friday. I had a really bad day I think so I kind of just slept the day away. I truly can’t remember. Oh well though, we’re all human, we have bad days!
SATURDAY:
So Saturday (last night) was when I actually got shit done. I finally found motivation to rewrite my Math and HR notes (coffee. coffee was the motivation), and I got them looking really pretty as well as put those memes in, haha. Here’s a picture of a couple pages I rewrote!
So on top of consuming two whole cups of coffee, and binging on MNM’s, I rewrote my notes and then wrote out some emails I needed to send to a couple of my professors. I got a lot done last night which means I’ll have more time to finish what I need to this week!
FUTURE ASSIGNMENTS:
SUNDAY:
So, today is going to be busy. I’m going to spend today doing all of my Geology work, which means catching up on Chapters 1-2, and then starting the work for this week (that is due on Thursday). I’m already a little behind because of getting my book late, so the work is piling slowly. I’ll have to work hard to finish it all by Thursday.
MONDAY:
Monday will be spent finishing any Geology work I didn’t finish today (Sunday), and then doing my Math test (due Wednesday), and all of my Digital Comm. work (due Friday). I want to finish all my work for this week in a big clump by Tuesday at least so I can finally just relax and spend a few days relaxing and then picking up my study routine again on Friday.
So it’s clear these last two weeks have been a mess, but I’m slowly starting to get into a routine. I want to plan a few trips to the library this week to get some work done, and then maybe to the gym on campus! Just so I can see if it’d be somewhere I wanna go in the future. I also want to make it a goal to make a few more friends, and possibly join a club.
I will for sure keep you guys updated, and if you’ve read this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings, haha.
Happy September and happy studying!
-Lana.
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okay so i just finished follow my lead. i spent two hours rereading it to refresh my brain and i finally read the ending and i gotta say i am so impressed. it deserves an award. now that that’s out of the way, two things. could i be switched to your permanent tag list? and what do you think you’ll be writing next? like maybe taking requests for oneshots or a new series?
I can’t believe you reread it, 2 hours?! That’s incredible dedication, I am both in admiration and very humbled! I certainly don’t think its award-worthy but to hear you say that means everything, it really does. You’re too lovely for your own good.
1. I will certainly switch you over, I’m glad you’re sticking around! :)
2. Next up, I have a PromAU! thing with Bucky for the @wehaveabucky writing challenge (which I sincerely recommend checking out everyone because it’s Emmy so you know it’ll be good), I have a CruiseShip!AU with Bucky that I am ECSTATIC about, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to write this. I also have a few prompts already in my inbox to get through and, of course, the epilogue of FML those initials make me laugh every time
Thank you for all your support recently, it has been very welcome and actually really helped me get through a tough few weeks, I hope you have an incredible day, lovely :)
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What Happens When The Housekeeper Has Been Ill:
I was called in for secondary tests way back in October, since then I haven’t been doing NEARLY the amount of cleaning and upkeep because, hey friends, THEY THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE CANCER and I had MULTIPLE SURGERIES~ So for the past seven-ish months; keep in mind, I’m STILL only barely eight weeks post-op for my hysterectomy; I’ve been more or less laid up and unable to bend over, or lift more than 5lbs.I was called in for secondary tests way back in October, since then I haven’t been doing NEARLY the amount of cleaning and upkeep because, hey friends, *THEY THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE CANCER* and I had *MULTIPLE SURGERIES~* So for the past seven-ish months; keep in mind, I’m STILL only barely eight weeks post-op for my hysterectomy; I’ve been more or less laid up and unable to bend over, or lift more than 5lbs. As much as I've wanted to keep up with my agreements and make sure I uphold my end of the dynamic, my health has been far more important. As it should be.
So, then tonight happened. The usual insomniac bullshit, put Ryan to bed around ehh, 1a? And sat awake another hour just in the back, reading up on Pathfinder shit. It started with me wanting a bath, around 3:30a. I figured, let me just scrub out the tub, it’s been ages since I cleaned it and I’m still recovering from surgery. I don’t want to end up with an infection, and I’m still sore internally, so mayyyybe let’s not use a bath bomb either. No sense tempting fate, right?
So I remove all the empty bottles of shower soap and whatnots on the ledge, scrub down all the bottles, and wipe it off, realize it needs more thorough scrubbing. Fuck, well alright~
So I find the comet, and put it in the tub and wet it a bit to let it soak for a hot minute while I just cleaned off the mirror really quick. *It’ll only take a minute!*
But then I noticed how bad the bathroom smelled; we DO have two cats; so I cleaned the litter tray. But the cats are gross af so let’s replace about 80% of the litter. YAY CLEAN!!! Bath time?
Nope~ Then I noticed how grody the toilet was getting, so of course I had to put in the toilet cleaner and let THAT soak because no way will a bath be RESTFUL if the bathroom smells and I gotta see the toilet. {I don’t stand to pee, so hmmm}
Alright, let me clear off and clean the counter while it’s soaking in, I can sterilize that. Ugly kitty paws all over the counters where our toothbrushes live, so it should be done! Realize the cleaner has to be rinsed off with water, do that too.
Actually scrub the toilet, realize it’s going to take another few times to get that stain off. Fuck me running, well let’s put more cleaner on it. It’s been an hour and a half at this point. Yikes, all I wanted was a damn bath…
Go back to cleaning the counters and re-sanitize because yeah, there’s spilled makeup and some dust on the splash guard, oops~ Realize how long it's been since you've done a Full Face, feel appropriately ashamed of self.
So I throw out all the bottles of half-empty soaps and a bar that’s been there since I don’t know when. I put away the hair dryer, the straightener, the electric trimmers and a find place for the charger.
So then I clean the light switches, wipe down the door knobs, and vacuum up all the spilled litter. Then I notice how gross the running boards are, and the rims of all the cabinets, so lemme just run a wet paper towel around to clean up all that dirt. Oh gee, it’s *actually ON THERE*, lemme find an old tooth brush- fml- how did it get this bad wtf
I scrub the toilet the second time and wipe down the rim of the tub. Let’s put a bit more cleaner in, just to be sure. Right? Right! Let’s scrub down the rest of it just to be sure, too. MORE COMET!!
Actually finally get to scrub out the damn tub, it’s been nearly two hours and forty five minutes at this point god damn it! Fuck me running.
Realize that the towels are gross too having been sat on the rack for at least two weeks at this point and the bath mat totally needs to be washed as well. LET’S DO SOME FUCK MOTHERING LAUNDRY! WOO!
So I put the load of Sir’s work clothes into the dryer and start up a load of three towels and a bath mat, and get back to the hustle. There’s the sink fixture to clean, the shelf between the sink and the toilet, the support posts to dust, ohh lemme just scrub out that sink too, that is some kinda build up what with all the back and forth and sponge rinsing I've been doing-
The dryer’s done and I’ve got Sir’s clothes to fold and put away, let’s not disturb Him, and just leave the clean clothes on the couch. Oh fuck that’s a lot of discarded clothes on the couch. Hmm, Someone hasn't been using the laundry basket. Can't blame Him, it's all the way in the bedroom. Alrighty, MORE LAUNDRY! I GOT THIS!!
Three and a half hours later and at least now the towels are in the dryer and it feels like some sorta progress?? But I waste time searching for the charger for the dirt devil, and decide I’ll just get the mini shopvac instead. I zoom up all the cat hair in the hall and on the air vents, and all the bits in the corners of the bathroom, take out the trash, and sweep up the living room too. Decide not to do the living room litter box because my back is slowly killing me at this point and I don’t know if I can kneel for that long. Small sacrifices, it can be done this afternoon.
Mephi comes in with the fleece mouse I made Lilith as a kitten, fine, let me play with the cats for a bit while the toilet soaks for a third time, and I wait on laundry, can’t be that bad can it…? Let’s have some tea! Put the mug in the microwave and go check on laundry before grabbing the feather toy to play with the kitties.
Twenty minutes of kitty time and somewhere near the four hour mark, the towels aren’t remotely dry, so let’s put ‘em back in! Realize I forgot my fucking tea, and reheat it so the honey will melt into it. Discover it’s a bit strong and bitter, and acknowledge the irony.
It is now seven thirty, and I’ve spent about fifteen minutes running back and forth writing this, giving the cats their breakfast, rescuing my forgotten tea, and scrubbing out their water dish and decidedly Not Doing Dishes.
I still haven’t taken a bath, but at least my bathroom is {relatively} clean, and remind myself it’s only been eight weeks since a major invasive surgery. I’m Trying, and that’s what counts.
And I just realized I've a toilet to scrub for the third time.... Guess I might not get that bath after all~
#relationship dynamics#Adult Relationships Are For Adults#cleaning#post op adventures#this is only sort of a gripe#more it's about how much time and effort goes into actually keeping a house clean#even just one room#particularly when your cats are shedding little devils and very little has been kept up with during your convalescence#it's a lot to dive back into#like A Lot
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okay, too tired. write. today was fine. My alarm went off at 8:45, but it occurred to me that I didn’t have court and just needed to follow up on something, so I kinda drifted back to sleep until 9:15 when I convinced myself to get up. I had to take my motion up today, and today marks 3 weeks from Labor Day, so the court didn’t have any cases that were set on that date until today, as the vast majority of cases get a specific court date of 3 weeks afters. so that hadn’t occurred to me at that point, but after I called the sent the motion up immediately. I was one of those situations where the judge may or may not want me to basically argue the merits, but today went well and it was set. after that point I spent most of the rest of the day communicating with clients from clinic, I was on back up supervisor duty today and there were a ton of cases coming in, many of whom have to take two days to finish it which just makes everything with handoff more difficult. but yeah, I was mostly in touch with this dude, he was better than the last one at least that he could e-sign the documents, but we still ended up doing over the phone for the hearing because it was pretty clear we weren’t get Zoom up and running when he couldn’t find the app store on his phone,...but yeah that turned out well, and I’m clinic manager tomorrow (with a morning court case as well because fml man) with a ton of unfinished cases coming in so that should be great. Between all of this I worked on a motion for one of my clients which I was pleased to be making progress on. I had made a call to a Spanish speaking client and had an interpreter on the phone, he left the message and she called my phone back about 20 minutes later. there were a few issues starting because I’d never done a 3 way call from this phone set up, but we figured it out. and yeah, can’t give any details, but the phone call lasted for 2 1/2 hours, and was not super productive which was frustrating. but yeah, I did that from like 5 until 7:30, at which point I turned on Psych also writing my boss an email about the call. and yeah that’s about what I did for the rest of the night, it got late so I eventually showered and started getting ready for bed and now it’s exactly 2:00 am which is enough reason for me to end this here. Goodnight folks. Stay great.
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Lineup Lamentations - GW3
Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week!
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WALSH
TRANSFERS:
OUT: Aubameyang
IN: De Bruyne
Pretty straightforward swap here removing Aubz after the Wet game was always the plan before GW1 and feel fortunate to be in position to execute the plan. Kevin on pens was the deciding factor over Raz as I had it down to them two as my City guy to get.
Not sure what Raz will be up to with Jesus out now...up top or same spot, but either way Kevin still should be doing the same shit. Hopefully that bonk on the head was nothing much and he's ready to go this weekend.
Probably not a spot I will play with too much unless he gets injured but it feels nice to just get Kevin in nice and early here. Debated many different hit options and in the end nothing looked too attractive. .5 in the bank for a rainy day...we'll see where that belongs next week.
GK:
Ryan (MUN)
Maybe he'll get some saves in this game, unlike the previous. Never feel good for a clean against ManU so I'd take a 3 pointer or something.
Brighton dominating Newc was very promising though - pretty happy that I stuck with Ryan GW1. Could see owning him for a long while and possibly even through my first WC whenever that time comes.
DEF:
Dier (NEW)
Welp.
A clean would be most, most welcome here after no cleans through their first two. They look genuinely all sorts defensively so far and seem to just be all hands on deck throughout their games. Wondering if the disruption of the Thursday games is really fucking them, and I will be watching this one closely. Letting in two to Soton was kinda lucky - it could easily have been three or four - so it would be nice to see a suffocating performance against a team that just managed 0 shots on target last weekend.
Realistically, as long as Dier is starting, I probably won't bin him.
Shaw (bha)
Dunno how I seem to end up with thiccboi in my GW1 team every year but it feels like I do.
He's a really tough player to watch when you own him...very frustrating and just a bit shit. The rumors with Telles intensifying doesn't fill me with hope for the future. Again, like Dier, as long as he's starting I probably won't spend a transfer here and just need to back my preseason thoughts that Mou and ManU would be good for cleans.
Brighton looking a pretty tidy outfit so far this game should be good. Not really expecting a clean, unfortunately, so maybe get lucky with an assist or something.
Trent (ARS)
Trent looked back to being Trent against Chelsea. No Hendo is a bit annoying again so we'll see who is starting on his side.
Arsecast been pretty conservative setting up but we know how teams like to overload Trent to neutralize his attacking impetus which may well happen here.
Either way a win to nil is always on the cards for Livp and Trent is a great player. Good boy Trent.
MID:
De Bruyne (LEI)
Great player gets to play a shithouse team. Love it. One of the few (only?) things I got right last year was picking Kevin early and holding him. Will try to replicate that now. To the first of many happy returns Kev.
Salah (ARS)
Still a livewire despite his blank last weekend I'm pretty happy to have Mo.
Definitely my safety blanket in FPL and hauls are always around the corner. Looking good and primed to bang. With the sudden increase in penos makes him even that more attractive. Not an easy fixture by any means but it doesn't really matter. Let's go Mo.
Trossard (MUN)
Spent a lot of mental energy on this wee lad this week. Done nothing but impress through two and return in both with the post last weekend away from a huge haul and yet I still am looking for reasons to sell him. I came full circle and despite the rough immediate fixtures I'm going to stand by him. He looks dangerous and even though there are f0dens and podencios around him, he's the one I have and he's the one I shall hold.
ManU were utterly diabolical last weekend and if Matic is out they could still be got at.
Andre-Frank Zambo Anguissa (AVL)
Zambo did the business for me last weekend with the assist and with no better options he gets to go again against Villa. Dunno if Lemina comes in or something with Reed maybe he gets to push up a little more but ultimately he seemed to have a more or less free roaming roving role in the center of the park last weekend...and he bossed it. Absolute class player, Zambo is, and I really enjoyed watching him. He's definitely not showing much to be an actual starter in FPL...but needs must.
Certainly need to upgrade my 11th man soon, but with this good fixture maybe he gets something again.
Fernandes (bha)
Come on Bruno. Nothing would calm me down and my feelings about my team this weekend more than with Bruno points. I am expecting space so hopefully he doesn't get hockey assists but gets actual assists in this one. Feels weird that they played 90 and didn't get a peno as well.....time to revert to the mean with one this game probably too right? Yes.
FWD:
Werner (wba)
Werner been looking good and rested during the midweek so should be raring to go as he still searches for his first Chelsea goal. Hopefully Jorginho is out so he has pens in his locker this weekend as well.. but really just feel good with him in this fixture.
West Brom are bad and I am backing Chelsea to find some goals this weekend. Werner has been looking good, even if his team has not, and I'm just hoping that they click into some sort of gear against the weakest opposition they'll be facing in the league to date.
DCL (cry)
Tough fixture against the team they are tied for first place with in the table.
We will probably do’em but DCL, with the way he's looking, always a shout for getting in and around it. Not expecting a ton here, but am keen to see what Woy does with the lineup at home now that Eze and Bats have been around for a couple weeks. Maybe we play some attacking stuff and are there to be had? Who knows. Either way, DCL - great pick great guy.
BENCH:
Mitchell (EVE)
Brewster (ARS)
Ferguson (lol)
CAP:
Werner (wba)
I'm trying this new thing this year where I back myself for captain picks. I was on him last weekend when I looked at the fixtures and the games so just going to stick with that.
West Brom are bad, and a lot worse than Leicester (even tho Leicester suck), so I feel better about trying to expose heem than go with Kevin. 4 or 5 is possible against WBA and Werner could fill his boots. Playing the fixture here, we'll see how it goes.
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ALON ON WILDCARD
TRANSFERS:
OUT: wildcard
IN: wildcard
I don’t even know what to write here. I’ve done two pods and a three hour stream today largely dominated by my Wildcard team. I’ve said all that needs to be said! Ended up here and feel pretty ok! Let’s go.
GK:
Martinez (ful)
Like him and rate him and hoping the Villains can be a tight ship and get some cleans. Duno.
TBH didn’t put much thought into this spot just gonna go Emi and not use a transfer until maybe second Wildcard popping 30 gameweeksish from now. GLHF Emi!!!
DEF:
van Dijk and Alexander-Arnold (ARS)
Great guys, great friends, and the epitome of set ‘n’ forget geniuses. Also planning on no transfers here until second wildcard. Keep dominating boys. Up the reds.
Dunne (SOU)
Temporary start over Lamptey’s much worse fixture in my opinion. Hail-mary of a Duon clean here and I think Lamptey ends on 0-2 points. Lamps is also sorta knocked so who knows what goes on there.
Maybe Burnley will sell Tark and Dunne’ll be a guy but mostly just fodder for rest of season...
Lamptey in general is my start every week guy and he is the “pressure point” of my squad for sure but also I’ve LOVED the fuck out of him since he came on the scene with Chelsea. He’s just great. Backing the boy.
MID:
De Bruyne and Sterling and Foden (LEI)
Going in big dick swinging with the City triple up for what should be back to back thrashings in Leicester and Leeds where I know I’ll want as much of their attack as possible and, crucially, the arm-band.
Foden minutes should get a large increase with no Kun and no Jesus and Kev and Raz are world class, not much else needs to be said. Going aggressively for the best attack in great fixtures and then we’ll reevaluate going to other premiums etc for future captaincy and what not.
Rodriguez (cry)
Did fuck around with Rich instead of Hamez but I’m just sticking with the extra 0.5 and my guy... I think it’s possible Rich distances himself from Hamez and has the best season of his career but also just Hamez is such a FML FPL player... oozes class, so confident and smooth and sick, just love him, and love owning him. Sticking by the guy. He’s coming for the assist crown lookout Kevin :P.
FWD:
Werner (wba)
Rolling with Timo and the incredible fixtures. He has a three match window to decide what to do with him and I love him for wba, CRY, SOU, so just letting it wash over me. Still rate him very highly and the goals and hauls are just around the corner. We’ll see if they come now or they come later. Willing to risk it for him before moving to maybe Tony or others.
Calvert-Lewin (cry)
So much love for DCL <3<3<3... Don’t think I need to add much he didn’t leave one single tinker for one second. And hasn’t left a tinker since the game opened pre-GW1. Good sign.
Wood (SOU)
Ole faithful. Not sexy. Not new not shiny not smooth or slick or an attacking team or anything. Just consistent and good... If you’re after MoTD highlight reel Vine merchant legendary screamer thunderbastard kinda guy then Wood isn’t the guy for you... But if you’re looking for a cheap guy to just blindly hold for 30ish GWs then hey Chris Wood is your guy. Good numbers, good consistency, great guy. His cheeks are just soooo red. Let’s go.
BENCH:
Anguissa (AVL) - Nailed and good.
Lamptey (MUN) - Gonna start almost every week for me. Great kid, looks incredible, is incredible.
Mitchell (EVE) - Hey. Whatev.
CAP:
Sterling (LEI)
I guess that I’m the only one concerned with Kev getting an elbow to the head? Fine with that.
Maybe Kev gets swaddled up in bubble wrap and subbed off early once this one is done and dusted? I don’t know man it’s enough of a reason to not captain Kev for me... If both guys were 100% fit I’d probably go Kevin here but Raz is also incredible and is actually 100% fit so I’m going Raz.
I expect complete domination and destruction and yeah that’s that. Didn’t really consider anyone else.
Go on City do the thing.
Wildcard team... ya got this.
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We’re Here For You
Title: We're Here For You
Author: theimpalaiscrying
sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester
Words: 950
Warnings: Tears, angst, and a bit of fluff.
A/N: Well, yesterday wasn't too great. Nope. So I decided to write my feelings away and hopefully provide a distraction and maybe some comfort for whoever may have had a bad day as well. Love you guys, and thank you for all the positive comments. And sorry for the super corny title fml.
(F/S) = Favourite supper
You were the first person to exit the Impala, grab your stuff, and head into the bunker. You didn't utter a single word and you didn't meet either of your brothers' eyes. The hunt you three had just returned from didn't go too well, especially not for you. Nobody had gotten too hurt, physically speaking, but the witch you three faced did a number on your mind and emotions.
Both of your brothers knew that it was best not to bother you immediately following a case like that, but at the same time, they hated it when you retreated into your own head. That's where the worst monsters were.
After casting one-another concerned looks, Sam and Dean followed you into the hideout. By the time they closed the door, you were already gone, most likely to your room.
For the next few hours, the bunker was dead quiet. Sam was in the War room reading a random lore book to distract himself from the quiet, while Dean was relaxing on his bed with his headphones on.
When supper time came around, Dean made his way to the kitchen to make something he knew you would like to, hopefully, cheer you up. But when Dean called for everyone to come get their food, you didn't walk into the kitchen. Sam and Dean sat in silence at the table, your seat sitting vacant and your food remaining untouched.
They had only gotten through a few bites of their food (which was f*cking delicious because Dean's the best) when Dean suddenly dropped his fork rather loudly. It didn't feel right to be eating your favourite supper without you.
"Dean-"
"I'm just going to talk to her, Sammy." The eldest Winchester cut his brother off before he could finish his warning and got to his feet. Sam knew it was fruitless to argue, so he stayed silent and remained seated.
Dean walked down the bland halls with creased brows until he stood outside your bedroom door. He hesitated before knocking to see if he could hear anything from inside, and when he heard nothing, he knocked twice, gently.
When you said nothing, Dean sighed. "It's me, Bug. Can I come in?"
He took the silence that followed as a yes and slowly cracked the door open, peeking his head in first to see you curled up in your bed with your back to him. Your hair was a mess and you were clutching a wad of your comforter in your hands. He knew you weren't asleep, so he made his way towards your bedside and sat down by your legs, his eyes scanning your room before resting on your figure curled up in under your sheets.
"I made us some (F/S). Want to come join us?"
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."
Your answer made Dean's chest ache. You never said no to (F/S).
Dean thought desperately for something to say, but he had never been great with words of comfort. Instead, he opted for resting a hand on your shoulder and rubbing circular patterns on it with his thumb.
"Listen, I don't know what that witch did to you, or what you saw, but you know I'm here if you need anything. So is Sammy." he comforted, watching you as your eyes stared straight in front of you at the wall.
Dean was about to give up and give you some space when you suddenly began to cry, your shoulder shaking with contained sobs. You rolled over and sat up, immediately grabbing your brother in a hug. He was quick to wrap you up in his arms as you shook and cried, clutching his black t-shirt as if you'd die if you let go.
As your walls crumpled in your brother's embrace, Dean would occasionally mutter soft reassurances, his heart aching for his younger sibling. You didn't need to explain what had happened, Dean didn't mind. He just wished he had been a little bit faster to kill the bitch that made you like this.
You cried for around fifteen minutes before you finally started to pull yourself together, your tears slowing and your breath returning under your control. Even then, you did not pull away from your brother's comforting arms. You two remained there for a few moments before you finally spoke. "Thank you." You said, sniffling and burrowing a little bit deeper into Dean's side.
"Anytime, Bug." he teased lightly, messing up your hair and making you snort. When you did not release Dean from your firm hold on his shirt, he looked down at you.
"You gonna let me go soon?"
"Nope. You're warm." You replied with a small smile, drawing a chuckle from him.
You both looked up when a knock was heard from the entrance to your room. Sam stood in the doorway with your plate of (F/S), a smile of his own adorning his features. "Am I interrupting?" he inquired, glad to see you were smiling again.
"Nah. Come 'ere, Sammy." You answered, finally releasing Dean and sitting up straight.
"Is that for me?"
"Yup."
Sam handed you your food as he took a seat on the bed on the other side of you, leaving you in a brother sandwich. "Thanks." You said, giving Sam a side hug before digging into your food.
You spent the rest of the rest of the night teasing and joking with your two favourite people in the whole world. No matter what happened to you, you knew that they'd always be there to have your back.
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Why I’m so nuts for YOI
YOI flipped my switch in a big way, in a head-over-heels way, in a Victor-dancing-with-Yuri-at-the-GPF-banquet-and-realizing-this-was-it way, and I’ve been thinking lately about why it is that I love it SO much. There are so many reasons. A million reasons. A gazillion reasons under the cut because I’m not as cruel to stick this much text at once into your dash.
Sexual desire can be a positive thing: In most Asian media (dramas, anime), sex and desire is usually treated as deviant- if you want it, you’re a slutty slut or a comical horndog, or it has to be way crazy kinky nonconsensual porn shit. In most Western media, it isn’t treated well either- I just finished watching Big Little Lies and sex is all about shame, rage and violence in that series. But in the world of YOI, Victor is super hot for the cute guy who challenged his rinkmate to a dance off, then proceeded to strip and pole dance, THEN CAPPED IT ALL OFF BY SWEEPING HIM OFF HIS ACTUAL FEET, and then he choreographs a skating routine about SEXUAL LOVE about it and ends up making Yuri skate it. A lot of fandom seem to write Yuri off as a delicate flower who knows nothing about sex, but were you all watching the same series as I was? He basically has a sexual awakening as a preteen watching stupid pretty Victor twirl around with his stupid pretty hair and covers his entire bedroom with sexy posters of him (there are posters where Victor isn’t even skating, they are more or less posters to jack off to). He literally says that he is the only person in the world who can satisfy Victor. I’m shit at translating but the Japanese dialogue and narration in the series (I should just watch the blurays because I find the english subs on crunchyroll distracting and not particularly accurate) is... pretty sexy too. They’re in love, but they’re also SUPER attracted to each other, and that’s ok- better than ok, really, because great sex is a cornerstone of healthy and happy long-term relationships.
The fact that they’re both the same gender is never an issue: No angsting about sexual orientation. Neither party wishes they were a girl (which happens every so often in yaoi). No pandering or queerbaiting. This series is a straight-up romantic comedy: person A meet-cutes person B, person A and person B fall madly in love. No one gives them any shit about it (except Yuri Plisetsky, but my head canon there is that he has an unconscious crush on Yuri Katsuki and is mad as shit that stupid perfect Victor swooped in and stole him away)
No stupid romantic subplot friction: No super retarded misunderstandings that could be avoided by just talking to each other (I’m looking at you, every Korean drama ever made), no evil love rivals, no contrived situation with parents or other authority figures trying to keep the main couple apart. Their main issues are what most couple’s issues are: proper communication, compromise, and learning what it means to operate as a unit. I also love love love that when Victor gets jealous and possessive in the Yuri on Stage skit, he doesn’t demand to know all the details of whoever he thinks Chihoko is, he doesn’t close off and make it so Yuri only ever talks to him, he drunkenly scrawls “Surpass Chihoko” on Yuri’s naked back, and then proceeds to climb a public edifice naked and scream his love from the top. And when he demands Yuri do it too, instead of telling him he’s crazy or to get down or having a fight, Yuri just strips and gets up there too, to make his stupid hungover husband feel better.
A realistic portrayal of love: Victor and Yuri are attracted to each other, but the reason they fall in love is that they really get along and like being around the other person. They have fun, they make each other laugh, they excite and surprise each other, they slowly open up to each other, they bicker and squabble because being in love doesn’t mean your partner doesn’t annoy the shit out of you sometimes. Most anime and media treat falling in love like some magical thing that makes your life instantly perfect, which is not the case in real life. They also treat falling in love as a mysterious and sudden thing you have no control over, and honestly for the most part it is, but that’s limerence, not love. Victor and Yuri actually fall in love and stay in love. Their lives are immeasurably better with the other person in it. They fill in each other’s spaces.
Realistic portrayals of mental conditions: I stay away from saying mental illness because I think anxiety and depression are things most people experience at some point in their lives- some just have it to a deeper or lighter degree than others. Yuri and Victor are both high functioning- Yuri in his anxiety, Victor in his depression. A lot has been said about Yuri’s anxiety, especially given than he’s the narrator of 11/12 episodes, but I was actually hugely impressed by the nuanced and realistic depiction of Victor as a high functioning depressed person. He’s clearly bored and sad and lonely, hugely craving human connection and feeling cut off from people because of his godlike status: every connection he has is in relation to his sport, and they all want something out of him, so when he falls in love for the first time, he ends up becoming a coach because he thinks that’s all he has to offer Yuri to make him fall in love with him too. I honestly don’t think Victor has ever thought about being a coach, nor is he interested in staying one after Yuri: the entire thing was basically a crazy grand gesture to make the cute boy from the banquet fall in love with him (well, in his defense, it worked, so good job Victor). Victor’s only real connection seems to be to his dog, which struck me as enormously and terribly lonely. Hopefully we’ll learn more about his family in Season 2.
Realism about bodies and how much fucking work it is to be hot: I just spent an hour and a half at the gym so this is on my mind LOL. Most anime and tv shows gloss over the sheer amount of work it actually takes to be a certain shape, and I already knew from episode one where Yuri gains weight after his depression from a seemingly endless onslaught of FML that I was in for the good shit. Any hot person you know who claims they just sit on the couch eating hot wings all the time is a goddamn liar. I’m no longer sample size because I don’t have time to spend 2-3 hours in the gym every single day and I like to have some fried chicken and chips and ice cream now and again. Now, I had some discussion with male friends when I forced them to watch it last week as to how feasible it was for Yuri to lose all that weight in basically a week, and they claim it’s doable / they’ve done similar before, but I think part of episode 1 shows Yuri as an unreliable narrator who seems to think he’s WAY fatter than he is (which is part of the nature of anxiety), so he was probably, like, in actually 10-15lbs or so heavier than his GPF weight vs how he’s portrayed in the anime in the comical fatty-fat-fatty sequences. Victor is also super cut but it looks like he’s always biking/skating when Yuri’s skating /probably spends a lot of time working out to keep that amount of muscle tone (he’s also clearly vain af so you better believe he is all about the gainz).
Body positivity about squishiness: And this is not in a pandering or condescending way. Victor is affectionately into Yuri’s squishy off-season tummy in the Yuri on Stage skit, and Yuri’s objections are only really that they’re in public and around other people while he’s playing with it. I always interpreted Victor’s saltiness about Yuri’s weight / forcing him to get back to his GPF weight when he first arrives in Hasetsu not as Victor actually caring about Yuri staying hot or not, but as Victor being a petty little bleep because he’s annoyed that he showed up just like Yuri asked and Yuri kind of ended up giving him a weird awkward cold shoulder instead of fucking him into the nearest mattress. And in any case, speaking of saltiness...
People can be petty af because they’re human: Victor is a lowkey asshole (the kind of person who’s so beautiful and talented they’ve been able to get away with just about anything because everyone gets blinded by lasers of HOT PERSON IS TALKING TO ME) but still immensely likeable. And Yuri is a lowkey asshole too- see his HAAAAH reaction to Victor’s baiting about past lovers, or his constant poking of Victor’s hair whorl. He’s really likeable too. Sometimes it’s ok to be petty af.
I really wish that a series like Yuri on Ice had been around in my formative years. One of the biggest reasons I love it so much is I feel like it can have such a positive influence on young people- on people who struggle with anxiety and depression, with people who struggle with simultaneously being on top of their game and not feeling good enough. More importantly, I think it gives a really great primer on the RIGHT way to be in love. My college best friend was a philosophy major and one of her professors once said in class “If it wasn’t for movies, no one would ever fall in love,” and looking back on toxic relationships I’ve been in and people I shouldn’t have slept with, it’s most likely I used tv and movies as a primer for what seemed like socially acceptable behaviour for love: tumultuous drama as PASSION, jealousy and possessiveness as being marked by a great love, sex as a substitute for emotional intimacy. Being older and wiser and through the gauntlet I know a lot more now about what’s good for me, but if I’d had something like Yuri on Ice back in my teens, I think I would have made some better decisions. So I’m glad a series like this is out there now. Hopefully it’ll make a new generation of young’uns (or even old’uns!) make better decisions than I did (well, most of them, anyway. I had a lot of fun, and you should too)
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