#i love this title T.T
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Almost(Sweet Music)
The title name comes from the song “Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier! I just feel like the song fits the vibe of the story.
Awe thank you so much hun, I really appreciate that, I love you too! the moment I saw this I started to write shit down…but I kind of twisted the order and I hope that okay..I also wrote this while high sooo yeah there’s that. I’m sorry if there mistakes—I don’t have a proofreader and I suck at it..This got much longer then I wanted..also the sex scene is a little rushed and I’m sorry…And I goofed again but this time I had put the ask I was working on in queue and couldn’t find a way to take it out…I can only hope the sweet Anon who sent this finds it..T.T
Warning(I think): Abby calls her strap-on her cock/dick, reader body isn’t specific but is mentioned to have thick thighs, Abby and reader drink wine in this, drunk sex, ummm yeah think that’s it?
Word count: 2377
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All you heard was Abby’s laughter and the white noise of the comedy movie. You and girlfriend have just finished your finals for the year, so to celebrate the both of you had decided to drink some wine and order pizza, and while waiting Abby suggested you two watch a funny movie.
“Fuck, it’s hot in here.” Abby’s voice pulled you from your head and you look to her to see her struggling to pull her shirt off. She giggled as her arm got stuck and you couldn’t help but giggle too.
“Here, let me help.” Leaning over to her you helped pull up her shirt and she sighs once the shirt is off, now just in her black sports bra she felt like she could breath a little easier. She looked to you with a starry gaze in her eyes and a goofy smile, clearly drunk. you wiggle in your sit—as you already felt the familiar heat in your cunt from the wine, but her looking at you made it ten times worse. You can’t help it, she’s just so handsome, so gorgeous.
You bit your lower lip and stare back at her, Abby’s head was now leaning back against the couch as she looked over your curled up form. “What?” You giggled out, your eyelashes fluttering.
She sighed sweetly and rested her hand in your knee,”You’re just so beautiful.” You felt your face flush tenfold. Her touches and sweet words always made you feel like your whole world was aflame. She made you hot and bothered, the butterflies in your stomach causing a riot every time.
“Are you okay?”
You hum and snap your eyes up to look at Abby sending her a questioning look, having not heard what she said.
She frowned and repeated herself,”Are you okay?”
You smile and nod “Yeah, I’m just hungry.”
She chuckled and looked down at her phone”Well I just got a text saying the pizza is thirty minutes away.” She turned off her screen and looked back to you.
You make a soft sound in acknowledgment, and blink at Abby. “So, what do you wanna do?” You asked with a smile.
She just stared at you, the look in her eye was nothing new. You knew she was thinking naughty thoughts about you, the grip she had on her phone tightened and you could hear the phone squeak softly from the sudden pressure.
“I don’t know but I’m gonna get another drink.” She quickly looked away from you and stood up, walking into the kitchen of your shared apartment and poured herself more wine.
You try to hide your silly smile by hiding your face behind your hand. You knew what she wanted, she just got too shy to ask sometimes. You stand up with a stretch and a soft groan—groaning loud enough for Abby to hear it. Her fingers twitch around the glass in her hand as she took a big drink, watching you from over the rim of her glass.
You bend down to grab you glass off the small living room table, your shirt barely hiding the supple shape of your ass—and if Abby looked close enough, she could see the outline of your pussy through the thin cotton of your panties.
You sigh out dramatically as you walk over to the little kitchen, placing your glass down on the counter you lean against Abby’s shoulder, laying your head on the broadness of it. You watch as Abby places her glass down and slightly turn her head towards you with an arched eyebrow. You smile as you look up at her and ask,”Can I have a drink, pretty please?” With the sweetest voice you could muster up, fluttering your eyes lashes up at her with the cutest smile.
Abby swallowed the lump in her throat as she handed her wine glass to you, and you quickly lean up to take it from her. Her wine always tasted better—even though you two were drinking the same thing.
Abby watched as your throat bobbed from taking drink, the way your throat expanded. She wanted to watch your throat expand around her dic—
Abby felt her own pussy throb at the thought, making her grip the counter with clenched fingers. Turning her head back to you, she saw you finished her glass. She stared at you with her mouth agape, making you laugh into the empty glass and you quickly cover you mouth with your hand—trying to keep all the liquid in your mouth and you use your free hand to push Abby away.
She stood up and quickly grabbed the glass from your hand, placing her free on on your back to rub it gently,”Okay— holy shit don’t chock please.” She said with a worried voice, leaning over your trembling form as you continue to laugh.
Once you got your laughter under control you swallowed the warm wine with a grimace. Abby grabbed you arm with a tender touch, helping you stand up straight again. “Are you okay?” She asked with a giggly voice. You couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh was so contagious. You lean into her with a sigh, closing your eyes as the room spins slowly—making you sway and giggle.
“Okay, I think that’s enough,” she leads you over to the couch and tries to lay your down gently, but she just ends up dropping you instead. You land on your back and let out a puff of air, clenching your eyes shut from the cushioned impact.”Shit I’m sorry!” Abby giggled once more as you land, you just roll your eyes at her playfully with a smile. She was to strong for her own good.
Abby walks back to the kitchen to grab you some water when you mumbled something. She turned around and the first thing she saw was your thick thighs spread—your pink cotton panties barely hiding how wet you were. Abby knew you got horny while you were drunk but holy fuck—you mumble out again as you squeeze your thighs together, making your pussy lips get smushed between the thickness of your thighs.
Abby shook her head and had to literally tear her eyes away from the filthy scene in front of her. she looked up to your face to see you had a grand smile on your lips. You totally caught her looking.
“W-what did you say?” Abby stuttered out.
“I’m horny.” You repeat, biting your lower lip as you slowly rocked your knees side to side, waiting for Abby to do something. But she stood there as a familiar look formed on her face while she stared you down. You grip the rim of your shirt in your hands anxiously.
Abby stands there for a minute—as if weighting something in her mind, she ends up walking over to the couch, watching your body the whole time. Once she makes it to the couch she sits down next to your hip and looks you in the eye as your smile grew, you won her over. She runs her hand along your inner thigh, feeling the soft plush skin there. “Yeah?” Abby questioned, gripping at the softness of your inner thigh—digging her nails into the flesh softly.”My little Pumpkin feeling hot and bothered?” She asked in her husky voice. you nod, dipping your hand down to hers and held it making her smile. Abby lets go of your thigh to lift your hand up to her lips and placed a gently kiss there. Okay, she mumbled against your hand. She got up from her spot and spreads you legs open for her to lay down in between.
Abby went straight to work on you, placing a gentle kiss on your cotton covered clit—like she always does before you two have sex. Before she uses her fingers to pull your damp panties to the side so she could see your wet pussy. You have also neglected to shave, so your hair was thick and course but Abby loved it. She ran her nose along your slit, breathing in your scent before licking at your dripping hole.
“Oh Abby,” you moaned out, sitting up on your elbows, you use your right hand to caress her cheek as she licked at your cunt.
“Feel good?” Abby asked after she pulled away from your clit just enough to mumble the words out before she sucked your little button right back into her mouth, looking at you with shining eyes. You nod and she hums— the sound vibrating your sensitive clit. making you whimper. Abby nuzzles her cheek against your palm and closed her eyes, you mouth falls open into a small ‘o’ sharp as your eyelids droop a little, trying as hard as you could to keep your eyes open to watch Abby.
She huffed and puffed against your cunt, generouslycleaning up the mess you have made. Pulling you closer by your hips so she was face deep in your cunt, she sucked at your clit vigorously. shaking her head a little as she hummed around your swollen jewel.
“Abby— feels so good,” you whine as you grip at her hair, pushing her head impossibly closer to your cunt. “Taste so fucking good Baby,” She growled. Abby then licked a long strip across the lips of your pussy, groaning at the sweet salty taste of you. Rolling her hips against the couch to try and ease the pulsing ache in between her thighs, Abby continues to make out with your cunt.
Abby’s hands travel to your ass cheeks and then pulls your hips up to her mouth, groaning against your clit sending the vibrations up your spine. “Please-” you try to get out the words to tell her to speed up. Abby gets the message but she doesn’t listen, only placing a soft kiss on your wet pussy and then one on your twitching clit before she sucked your clit back into her hot mouth and then she gently scraped her teeth against the bundle of nerves, making your hips twitch up against her mouth. Arms becoming to weak to hold you up you end up collapsing, you arch your back as you hold onto the the little couch pillow under your head and cry out. “Fuck, I love how sensitive you are Baby.” Abby growled, placing another hot kiss on your clit making your hips jolt upwards slightly.
Abby was indeed making out with your cunt. Licking and sucking at your clit, making it twitch and pulse. Licking at your dripping cunt and fucking her tongue into you. It was messy. Abby had her drool and your slick dripping down her chin—smeared across her cheeks and chin as her red lips were coated in it. Your breath picked up as you rolled your hips once more, feeling that familiar heat in your lower abdomen. Abby released her hold on your hips and slid her hands up to press down on your stomach gently. You let go of the pillow under your head and reach down to hold onto her wrist as the sudden need to cum creeped up on you and you squeal out as your grip on Abby’s hand tightened, your thighs squeezing around her head. Abby moans against your wet pussy, keeping soft pressure on your stomach as you try to pull away from her mouths assault.
“Abby please—“ you mumble out the rest of your sentence, feeling embarrassed to say it out loud.
She looked up at you with narrowed and pulled away breathless,”What did you say baby?” Your cum shining on her lips and your eyes follow as her tongue cleans up the mess.
You wiggle your hips and whine as you pull her closer,”I want you in me..” Your voice was barely audible but Abby caught what you said and she smiled.
“You want my cock sweet girl?” Abby asked sweetly.
You nod your head quickly with a whimper and wiggle your hips up against her hand, grinding your clit against her warm palm when she brought it down to your mound. She groaned and rubbed her hand against your messy pussy, her finger tips teasing at your dripping hole— dipping in before retreating quickly just to repeat the motion, making your hole clench tightly around her fingers.
Abby crawled up your body and placed a gentle kiss on you lips,”Fuck— okay,” Abby took a dip gulp,”I’ll fuck you later—okay? I just— I need to taste you again, please baby.” She whispers against your swollen lips.
You nod and sigh out contently as she slides back down your body and lays in between your legs once more, as she settles down and places a small kiss on your pussy— suddenly the door bell rings making you both jump.
“Fuck.” Abby cursed as she scrabbled to get up.
“Are you gonna answer the door naked?” You giggled when Abby quickly got up.“I’m in my sports bra.” She grinned as she grabbed her wallet off the coffee table and opened the door, her pants hung low enough to show the white band of her boxer. Her hair was messy from your hands and her lips were red from the wine and kissing you— she looked a mess. Abby also made sure to stand to the side a little to show you off, as you were in no better state. Swollen lips from kissing, panties barely hiding your pussy and your shirt (that was Abby’s) was riding up your thigh as you kneeled into the couch.
The poor girl delivering your pizza had wide eyes and a bright red blush of her skin. She shakily said the prices and quickly accepted the money— plus the large tip that Abby gave her. She mumbled out her goodbyes with averted eyes and walked away, not looking where she was going and almost ran into the wall.
Abby chuckled silently as she closed the door, locking it and walked back over to the couch. She sat down and placed the pizza on the table and mentioned you over with opens arms. You hun happily and crawl on your knees over to her and she grabs you by the waist, sitting you to were your legs are across her lap and you were holding the pizza box.
“Shall we rewatch the movie since we weren’t paying attention really?”
“The comedy one?” You ask and she hums. “Sure.” You say as you lift a piece of pizza to you lips and take a bit. You wiggle your hips out of happiness and your eyes were shut from how good the pizza tasted. Abby chuckled softly and kissed your forehead, “Sweet girl” she whispered. Finally with the movie replaying, you fed both yourself and Abby as you both enjoyed each other’s company.
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Slightly weak ending and I’m so sorry for it..but I hope you enjoyed!
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*Sees the Underline the Silver tag* Oh. My. *Kermit flails of happiness*
Ahaha, my beta and I absolutely flipped out about it about a week ago (the timing of that ask was incredible, I'd literally only thought of the pairing and decided on the title like a week before).
It's going to come later, for a start it's probably the last romance in the universe to cement fully, alongside Faber and Caleb's, so literally in the timeline it comes later.
But I think it'll be a good one to end on :D
And it'll finally give the Raven Prince - who is alone in the canon, and alone in the Spoils universe, and alone in TWW, and alone in TND (aside from his son T.T) - a partner who loves him and respects him.
(Granted he's happy being alone in some of those universes - but still!)
#asks and answers#underline the silver#the raven prince#augus each uisge#like i can't...#with those two#there's already a playlist i'm ridiculous#but i'm so excited too#i've always wanted to write a tRP x augus relationship tbh
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“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Country Singer!Joel Miller x Female Reader
This is my entry for the 1k event found on @pedrostories
Trope: Forced Proximity
Masterlist
Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)
Word Count: 12.7K (T.T Sorry )
Story Summary: Amidst a raging storm, an unexpected meeting thrusts you into forced proximity with former country sensation, Joel Miller, in the midst of an isolated nowhere. As the evening unfolds, filled with tension and vulnerability, both of you unveil the depths of your grief and heartaches. Through this shared journey of sorrow, an unanticipated bond forms, and maybe some light at the end of the storm.
Warning: Mentioned of death, TLOU canonical character death, mentioned of attempted suicide, depression, mental health struggle, referenced to cheating, angst, hurt and comfort, allusion of alcoholism, self hatred, smut, sexual intercourse, P in V, oral (female receiving), no protection, one night stand, age gap (late 20s/early 30s Reader with mid 40s Joel(No Minors Allowed! Thank you)
Notes: Hey everyone, I am taking a short break from my regular story to enter the 1K event on @pedrostories. What was supposed to be a short one shot, became an almost 13k word Behemoth! Although this is intended as a standalone, I found myself really liking the universe and the characters. If any of you would be interested to see more of the universe, I would be super open to making a second and a third part 😀 🤞 😀
Let me know what you all think and if you'd like to see more of it and if you enjoy the story. I always love to hear what you all think!
Again, thank you to everybody, I love you all so much xxx Sending you all the love and support wherever you are ❤️
(SMUT BETWEEN **** SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT****)
Joel Miller sat hunched next to the large stone hearth, He carved a solemn figure in the corner of his secluded cabin. Far into the woods and away from the rest of the world, he had called this place his home for the past decade. Clutched in his hands was a photograph —a young girl, her long curly hair and dusky complexion frozen in a smile that still reached into his very soul and threaten to rip it out everything he looked at it. That smile, oh, how he longed to see it again, it had been his only wish for so long. Even for just minute, a mere second; he would gladly give his soul to have his life lighted by the smile of his babygirl just one last time.
With a gentle touch, Joel traced the delicate outline of his daughter, the girl whose absence had dug a profound whole in his heart. One that could never be mended again. It was ten years today, Joel thought bitterly. But still, he clung to her memory fiercely, fearing the gradual fading that time brings to everything. He dreaded the thought of losing the vividness with which he saw her now, a fear that gripped him tighter as the years moved forward. The details that once were clear as the early morning dew now seemed to slip through his fingers like grains of sand. The echo of her laughter, the title of the last book she held in her hands, the subtle nuances that made her unique—he struggled to grasp them, and this realization filled him with fear and hatred. What kind of father forgot about his babygirl?
Was her sneeze loud as his own, or was it a delicate sound, more like a sweet whisper? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a relentless reminder of the gaps in his mind. Why couldn't he rememeber? What if a day came when he could no longer conjure the contours of her sweet face or the mischievous curve of her teasing smile? The thought was unbearable, the guilt consuming him more each days.
Joel’d never considered himself an exemplary father, he grappled with the weight of regret for being too engrossed in his career to give his daughter a normal childhood. The rhythm of their lives was not marked by little league games and playdates with neighbours; instead, it was deafining with the roar of tour buses and the pungent scent of roadies, accompanied by the loud cheering of fans all over the country. Sarah’s life had always been unorthodox and it had been his fault—home tutoring replaced high school classrooms, the lessons fitting in the gaps between Nashville and Austin, where he recorded albums to give entertainment to the world. Something that, looking back, seemed futile and completely stupid. He would give all of his money, awards and recognition away just to hold his Sarah one more time.
When she died, he was stripped bare, nothing left inside the whole where his heart had once been. And Joel found himself adrift, the passion for his craft evaporating. How could he make music without the sound of a heart that once beat in harmony with his daughter's laughter? The will to create, the desire that once fueled his artistry, had lost its pulse. The prospect of touring, once thrilling and freeing, now seemed like an empty road stretching into oblivion. What purpose did it serve if Sarah was no longer there to illuminate the stage of his life? The exhilaration of performance, the applause that once gave him purpose—these fragments of success had become hollow, devoid of meaning.
It was not all bleak though, amidst the darkness of his existence, there were moments where the good outweighed the bad. Nights brought dreams of Sarah, where her presence was vibrant and tangible. In those dreams, she would look at him with that familiar smile, and for a fleeting instant, the chasm between what was dead and alive seemed to bridged together. Joel would see her as clear as day, sitting together in their old house, the echoes of their conversations resonating through is sleeping form. It seemed like hours would melt away as Joel and Sarah would delve into discussions about music and school sharing stories that held a fragile thread between past and present. But in the end, dawn would inevitably break, and reality would reassert its grip. Joel would inevitably wake up, the cabin steeped in an unsettling silence, his heart laden with the guilt and grief of her absence. Those dreams were his sanctuary, a bittersweet realm where he could briefly hold onto the warmth of what once was. But he couldn't live in dreams, and now even those moments that seemed to make life bearable were starting to wade in their appeal; they appear more cruel than kind as every mornings killed him a little more.
A resounding clap of thunder reverberated through the confines of the cabin. In its wake, a brilliant flash of lightning pierced the darkness. Joel sighed heavily and the raindrops began their relentless descent upon the cabin's roof and walls. It seems like the world outside mirrored his internal turmoil, the tempestuous weather a reflection of the storm within. 3652 days had slipped by a relentless procession of time. 87,648 hours of unbearable absence. Each passing moment stretched into an eternity, a cruel reminder of how long he had been without his cherished little girl.
Immersed in this ceaseless torrent of sorrow, he existed in a realm of suspended animation. Every action felt like a monumental effort, and the concept of simply being felt like an insurmountable challenge. The world around him had dimmed, muted by the overwhelming weight of his emotions. In this somber existence, even the simple act of drawing breath carried the weight of an arduous task. The colors had faded from his world, leaving behind a landscape of gray and desolation, mirroring the emptiness within.
His hand reached out, fingers closing around the cool neck of the whiskey bottle resting on the low table before him. A pang of bitter guilt tightened within him—he could almost hear his little Sarah's admonishment, disapproving of the choice he was about to make. She always hated the strong smell of liquor that would linger on his old leather jacket when they would go on tour. His eyes drifted toward the shotgun that rested next to the door, his heart seized tightly within his chest. Maybe tonight he would do it, he thought. Maybe tonight he would free himself from the pain and the guilt of an existence without Sarah.
In the stillness of the cabin, Joel's voice trembled with pain and longing as he whispered, "To you, babygirl, I miss you so much."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Loud knocks echoed through the quiet cabin, making Joel freeze in his tracks. Raindrops kept beating in a frenzied rhythm on the roof, their clamour joining forces with the unexpected raps. Joel couldn’t remember the last time someone had knocked on his door. With how remote cabin the cabin was, there was hardly any visitors, ever. Only his brother Tommy and his old manager Tess knew about this place. Tess used to drop by every now and then, hoping he'd start working on a new album (which would never happened). But now she knew better than that.
With slow and deliberate movements, Joel set the bottle onto the table's worn surface, his movement unhurried as if not to disturb the tension that now hung in the air. His gaze swept the room, his gaze landing again on the shotgun near the entrance. He grabbed it and made his way to the entrance. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a zealous fan who had somehow found his address. He really wasn’t in the mood tonight to re-enact Misery.
He swung the door open, his irritation peaking, prepared to confront whoever was bothering him on this day above all others.
"I don't know if ya capable of reading,", his voice dripping like venom, seeping with annoyance, "but in case ya missed it, there's a 'Private Property' sign right on the..."
You sat on the large leather couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible while your body shivered involuntarily as the chill from your drenched clothes seemed to seep into your very bones. You didn't want to be here. The man who opened the door for you certainly didn't want you here. But the violent storm outside had other ideas. The dirt paths of the forest had turned muddy and slippery and the force of the wind and rain had completely obscured your vision, there was no way you could have made it back to your car in those conditions. So when you had spotted the cabin as you were looking for shelter, you had almost cried in happiness. Now you weren't so sure as anxiety gripped you. You replayed the moments after the door swung open, revealing a stern looking man who eyed you with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. The hint of a shotgun nearby had done nothing but intensify your fear. For a second you had wanted to bolt from the place, but you had no other choice. In the end the man had let you in, simply introducing himself as Joel.
Clutching your arms around yourself in a futile attempt to generate warmth, you look around yourself at the interior of the cabin. Surveying your surroundings, the rustic charm of the living room did little to alleviate your anxious mind. The ambiance should have felt cozy, even romantic in any other circumstances, with the warm wooden decor and the crackling fireplace. But under the weight of your current predicaments, thoughts of roasting marshmellows and teasing kisses were at the back of your mind.
You were alone, drenched to the bone, in the company of a man you knew nothing about. Shit that was exactly how people died in horror movies. I am totally going to get myself killed, you despair frantically. They’ll find my body dismembered in a bunch of little pieces all over the forest, your mind supplied unhelpfully.
You tried to calm yourself as best as you could, taking deep breath in an attempt to settle your mind. Frustated, you pulled out your phone. The meager 8% battery life and lack of data coverage was a sobering reminder of the shit you were in. If anything were to go awry, if this Joel turned out to be less than accommodating, you'd be stranded with no means of communication.
You had shared your plans for the day with your friend Chrissy mentionning how you were going to take the Broken Bow trails to. But even then, you two had been texting sporadically since you left DC so you were fully expecting her not to worry until several days had passed. Not ideals if you were to disapear without a trace. So, if Joel shifted from hospitable to hostile, no one would be none the wiser. And you would become forest fertilizer.
At this point, you were hoping that Joel would be more the flower and wine type instead of rope and chainsaws. Speak of the devil, the man appeared in the doorway, his large frame illuminated by a flash of lightning. In his arms, he was holding what you believed to be clothes "Got these for ya," he stated curtly, his gaze holding yours for a fleeting moment before he gestured vaguely toward the stairs. "Shower’s up those stairs. Go change and I’ll get some coffee on the stove. It'll warm ya up"
Your initial instinct was to decline, you began to stammer, only to be met with Joel stern gaze "I ain’t letting ya freeze to death in my livin’ room," He stated firmly his tone a command that quashed any protests. His words were spoken clearly, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. "Now go," he added, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Under the weight of his stern order, nervousness bubbled within you, mingling with a touch of gratitude. The contrast between his gruff demeanour and the kind gesture of care left you momentarily speechless. All you could do was nod, your voice silenced by his unspoken authority.
With a whispered "thank you," you accepted the bundle of clothes from his hands, your fingers brushing against his in a fleeting spark of connection. Without further words, you turned and hastened toward the staircase, his gaze lingering on your retreating form for a moment before he turned his attention to the kitchen where the coffee was. The stairs creaked under your hurried ascent, each step carrying you further away from the enigmatic man who had offered you shelter in this storm.
Twenty minutes slipped past quickly, after the hell of a day you'd just had, you felt like you were in heaven. The sensation of being washed clean, wrapped in warmth, and clad in what you swear were the coziest clothes you’d ever felt on your skin. A pair of well-worn gray sweatpants and a faded band shirt clung to you like a reassuring hug. You sighed contendly before meeting your own gaze in the bathroom mirror.
Looking back at yourself, you started to contemplate that you would soon have to venture downstairs to thank Joel. At the thought, a flutter of nervousness twirled in your stomach. The bathroom, with its locked door, felt safe, shielding you from the uncertainties of the rest of the night. Staying here, was tempting, at least until morning. Even if Joel had been nice so far, you didn’t know the guy from Adam. But in the end, you knew that you couldn’t just hold the guy’s bathroom hostage. Plus, practical needs called—you had to charge your phone, and the promise of warm coffee was hard to resist. Pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear, you started to quietly make your way downstair. Praying to every Gods you knew that Joel was the good samaritan he seemed to be.
Returning to the living room, your gaze settled on Joel, perched on the same leather couch where you had sat earlier before he directed you to the shower. On the floor nearby lay some old rags, sopping wet with the water that had seeped in along with your drenched clothes.
Joel sat with a tensed back; his focus consumed by something he held in his hands. Tentative steps carried you closer, each one a whisper of uncertainty. Yet, despite your movements, the man remained oblivious, lost in whatever held his attention.
You approached with trepidation, your heartbeat quickening in the otherwise silent room. Your eyes flicked to the object in his hands, curiosity mingling with your apprehension. Peering over his shoulder, your breath caught as your gaze locked onto the image, he was engrossed in. A young girl, staring back at you with a bright, innocent smile that seemed to transcend even the still image of the photograph.
The room seemed to hold its breath, a moment suspended between your gaze and the photograph. "She's really pretty," you ventured softly, your voice a hesitant thread. Joel's response was sharp, almost as if you had slapped him. "... she was," his words carried a weight that hung between you both, heavy with a bittersweet melancholy. As your heart clenched at his words, understanding washing over you like a cold shower.
An awkwardness settled in the air, thickening the silence. You felt the pulse of your heart, its rhythm echoing the sense of disquiet that now swirled around you. Meeting his gaze, you found yourself lost in the depths of his sad brown eyes.
Summoning your courage, you utter "Thank you again for saving my skin out there," your words wavered slightly, betraying your uneasy timidity. "I put my wet clothes on the rack in the bathroom to dry. Hopefully, they'll be alright by morning, and I'll be out of your hair as soon as possible." The words tumbled out in a rush.
Joel's gaze remained on you, as if he was studying you intently, trying to unravel something beneath the surface. His response was measured, his voice carrying a southern twang "... 'tis no problem," he conceded after a beat. "Coffee should be ready," he added.
You nodded and followed in the wake of Joel's towering form. Along one wall, your eyes landed on an acoustic guitar that with the dust covering it, seemed to have remained untouched for a while. Intrigued, you couldn't help but point at it as Joel poured the rich black liquid into your mug. "You play?"
The response was understated, but you could tell there was more to say to this story. "... used to."
You took the hint, choosing not to pry further. At the very least, Joel didn't strike you as the stuff of horror movies; in fact, there was something about him that felt invitingly genuine. A warm and gentle gruffness that seemed lost in this day and age. As he poured coffee into your mug, your gaze wandered over him, observing the details that your earlier unease had masked.
Joel, in his rugged masculinity, demanded attention by his very presence. His size and broadness were emphasized by the worn flannel he wore, his biceps and shoulders hinting at strength beneath. Shaggy brown hair carried threads of white, suggesting a long life lived. You guessed he must be in his mid-40s. As he extended the cup toward you, his face once again came into view, and you couldn't help but acknowledge the magnetic allure he commanded.
But there was a sadness etched into those handsome features, an undertone that tugged at your curious nature. Your earlier observation seemed validated by his demeanour—tired and burdened. His reaction to the photograph had been a cryptic puzzle piece that hinted at a story you could only begin to piece together. Silently, you returned to the living room, the space that now felt familiar in its strangeness. As you both settled back down on the couch, Joel offered a comfortable-looking blanket, a gesture that warmed you in more ways than one. "Here, it's cold."
His soft gaze met yours, accompanied by a tentative smile. You felt yourself burned under his gaze, a response to the genuine kindness he radiated. Accepting the blanket, you cocooned yourself within its folds, savouring the moment with this stranger with a larger heart than most of your old friends.
A comfortable silence enveloped the room, your shared presence settling into a serene rhythm as you both sip your coffee. Then, Joel's voice cut through the quiet, breaking the spell. "I put your phone on the charge. I hoped it's okay."
The unexpected statement jolted you slightly, and you responded quickly, "Yeah, it's alright. Thank you so much." Your gratitude was met with silence from Joel.
His hand reached for a bottle of whiskey positioned beside the photograph you had noticed earlier "You mind?" he inquired, and without words, you extended your mug, a silent affirmation that brought a warm laugh from Joel. The sound resonated in the room, carrying a hint of teasing as he added a splash of whiskey to your coffee before topping his own. You found yourself loving the way he sounded when he laughed.
Your lips curved into a wry smile as you voiced the irony that hovered between you. "I know I shouldn't, a girl all alone in a cabin with a strange man who gets drunk on whiskey, its literally the beginning of a horror movie." Your words carried a touch of dry self-awareness. "But at this point, I guess that if you wanted to cut me up and dump me in your backyard, you would've done it already."
Joel's response was immediate, his words laced with dry amusement. "Not really my style. Too messy."
You met his words with a dry look, "That's good to know," the exchange drew the first genuine smile from Joel.
"So, what's your story? Why're ya in the woods in the middle of the night?" Your reaction was a scoff, a playfulness smirk edging on your face.
"I mean, it's 9 pm. Hardly the middle of the night." However, your attempt to downplay the situation was met with an unimpressed eyebrow raise from Joel. He kept on looking at you, as he sipped his spiced coffee, a silent challenge written in his eyes. You wiggled under his stare feeling bare and open, your most secret parts expose for Joel's eyes to explore.
One part of your brain insisted that you shut up, keep the conversation brief, feign a headache, and retire for the night. However, another part of your mind encouraged you to confide in him, to share the minutiae of pain and heartache that you had carefully concealed since leaving DC. It urged you to unseal the chest you had locked away and pour out its contents – the essence of your soul – at his feet.The thought crossed your mind that Joel likely didn't receive many visitors in this cabin in the middle of nowhere, if any at all.
Leaning into the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found yourself opening up to him, allowing the words to flow from you like the torrential rain falling outside. "Well, I was a project manager back in DC, worked that job for about four years after college," you began. Memories of your time in the office flitted through your mind, remembering the long hours that stretched long into the night and the thankless faces you would see everyday.
You continued, "There had been some layoffs happening, but my boss told me I'd be fine." Your voice carried a tinge of bitterness, a lingering taste of disappointment. "Turns out I wasn't fine. She called me into the office last month, told me to pack my things, and said security would escort me off the premises." The raw frustration in your words was still palpable, "Like I was a fucking criminal!"
The expletive slipped from your lips, your emotions laid bare, you met Joel's gaze but he simply shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Like he was feeling the same emotions as you, like he was angry on your behalf. He then opened his mouth in a low whistle steeped in your shared indignation. "What a bitch," he declared emphatically.
A wry smile touched your lips as you continued, recounting the details of that shitty day that had changed everything for you. "And that's not all," you added, "So, I'm hysterical, you know? I just lost my job and all." You took a deep breath, "I call my boyfriend, but no answer. I figure he's busy. It's the middle of the day, so I think nothing of it. So, I get to our apartment. I open the door, and there's clothes all over the place, like a goddam hurricane happened. And then, I hear that bastard going at it in the bedroom." A groan escaped you, still pained at what you had found that day.
Joel said nothing but extended the bottle to you, an unspoken gesture. You grabbed the bottle, the whiskey warmed your throat as you took a hearty sip, to settle your nerves and your heart.
All the while, Joel remained silent, his presence a steady anchor, "So yeah, he was screaming, she was screaming, and I was screaming," memory seemed distant, a scene from another life, like you were watching a movie "I was so angry. I could have throttled them." The bitterness was palpable in your words, "But in the end, the apartment was under his name, because I had moved into his place, and we hadn't renewed the lease yet."
So that was it, loss layered upon loss until even the space you had called home was stripped away. "So, he basically told me to pack up my shit and leave. Which mind you, I was more than happy to." you added.
But then, you got quiet, That night, I found myself in a McDonald's drive-through, and it struck me that within a single day, I had lost my job, my boyfriend, and my apartment," your voice softened as you recollected everything that had gone wrong so quickly. "So, I made the choice to leave DC, to escape the city," you went on, "I suppose I was hoping to discover what direction I truly wanted my life to take."
"And now you're here," Joel supplied.
"And now I am here," you echoed.
Joel's hand reached out, his touch a silent comfort on your arm, skin raising under his touch as if he was setting it on fire. His voice was gentle as he spoke, his empathy evident. "'M sorry 'tis happened to ya sweetheart, it ain't right."
You felt yourself clench at the endearing word, a small timid smile tugged at your lips, "Yeah, that's life though," you replied, "Sometimes it hits you, and there's nothing you can do about it, My mom told me once that it's not about how many times you fall down, it's about how many times you can get back up. And even though all that's happened hurt like hell, I won't let that define who I am."
Joel's gaze bore into you, “You ‘ma seems like a smart woman.”
You smile a bit at his words, “She is, you'd like her. She isn’t the type to appear on people’s porches in the middle of the night.” You joke.
“Thought it was jus’ 9 pm?” Now you let out a loud guffaw, “Joel are you teasing me?” Your only answer was a sign of Joel’s hand motioning toward the bottle that you still held in your hands. You handed it over, watching as he took a hearty sip himself, copying your earlier movement.
"Her name was Sarah," Joel's voice was heavy as he uttered those simple words.
You watched him closely as he gestured towards the photograph with the smiling girl "She was my little girl," his voice trembled. "And I loved her more than anything in the world."
You let him continued at his pace, not wanting to spook the man "Raised her m'self, her mom didn't want nothin' to do with us," his words held a touch of resignation and a whole lot of bitterness. "She was the only light in my life." The pain in his voice was palpable.
His voice faltered, moved by the vulnerability he was showing you, you shifted closer, a gesture of comfort that mirrored the earlier touch he had offered you. Placing your hand on his knee, you offered a gentle squeeze, to reassure him of your presence and understanding.
Joel took a deep breath, "When she 'as just a baby, I was workin' construction, but it didn't pay much," he began, "So in the evenin', I would go to the bar and sing and play guitar. There I met Tess; she loved my sound and soon enough she became my agent. Next thing ya kno', Sarah and I 're in Nashville, and I'm recordin' music full time." you interjected raising your eyebrow with curiosity. "So, the guitar..."
He nodded, his expression softening as he continued. "Yeah, from when I was makin' music. Was a pretty big deal for a while."
"So, I would have heard of you?" you asked, your tone light earning a light scoff from Joel as he shook his head, a rueful smile gracing his lips. "Unless ya into country, I don’t think so."
You offered an apologetic smile, "Can’t say I’ve listened to much.”
His response was warm, reassuring. "It's okay." Joel continued, " Sarah and I did it for a while. The lifestyle. I would make music, tour, but she was always there with me. It was a lot of hours, and she was homeschooled so she could stay with me." His voice wavered, his gaze distant as he spoke, lost in the memories. "But we were happy. For a while anyway."
At his words, you tightened your grip on his knee, "One night, we had a big fight," Joel's voice carried a heavy ton. “Sarah, she was upset. Wanted a normal high school life, friends her age. But I was gearing up for a tour and we’d be on the road for at least six months. She wasn't having it. Said she'd rather stay with my brother, Tommy than go on another tour with me."
"I tried to make her feel better, promised her we’d have fun, that she could meet people her age at the hotels we’d be staying at" he continued, his voice filled with regret. "Told her this tour would be the last, that we'd settle down after that, somewhere quiet in the middle of nowhere.” His breath itched as he struggled to keep his voice steady, “And I promised I'd stop making music. But she didn't want to hear none of it." His voice quivered, "She told me she hated me." You winced at his words.
"I got angry and said things I shouldn't have," Joel's voice cracked, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Called her a brat." He sounded haunted by those words, like he wished he could take them back even after all those years.
His hands covered his face as he let his emotions and his tears flow freely for what seemed like the first time in a long while. Without thinking, you reached out, holding his hands to offer comfort and support as Joel continued, “So, I told one of my tech guys to take her back to the hotel, needed to get focused for the show. Next thing I know, I'm halfway through my set and I get a call. Sarah's in the hospital, the car got smashed by some drunk driver. I bailed the second I heard, but when I got to the hospital, she was already gone. My little girl died alone, and she thought I hated her. The last words I said to her was how much of a brat she was." Seeing him crumble before your eyes was heartbreaking. Tears flowed down his face as he clutched his head in his hands. Instinctively, you reached for him, gripping him firmly, pulling him close to you. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, holding him to convey that he wasn't alone, at least not tonight. "Let it out," your voice was a gentle murmur, encouraging him to release the pain and the sadness that had been locked inside for so long. "You're safe, Joel. It's alright, I'm here.”
And he did let go. Sobs racked his body as his emotions poured out like rain from the storm-clouds outside. You held onto him, providing a safe place for him to pour his grief into. Time seemed to blur as you clung to each other, your touch offering kindness in the face of his pain. Your fingers traced soothing patterns on his back, your whispered words a soothing lullaby, as you tried to ease his sorrow, even if just for this fleeting moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, Joel's sobs began to fade into quiet sniffles, and then, gradually, into the gentle rhythm of sleep. His exhausted body had finally surrendered to the emotional storm he had weathered. You held him tightly, letting him fall asleep in your arms, so he could rest.
Your gaze shifted to the photograph on the table, Sarah's smiling face looking back at you. With a soft tone, you whispered to the sleeping man before you, your words a tender balm to the wounds of his heart. "I might not have known her," your voice barely more than a breath, "but I can see the love between you two. In her eyes, in that smile." Your voice carried a quiet conviction as if you were reassuring both him and her. Leaning in, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Rest now, Joel. You're not alone."
Unbeknownst to you, as sleep began to claim him, Joel was in that liminal space between wakefulness and sleep. Your words, like a soothing melody, reached him in his half-conscious state. His heart ached at your kindness, the unexpected solace you had brought him. His emotions swirled, a mix of sadness and gratitude, as your presence provided a momentary respite from the perpetual pain. For the first time since Sarah’s death, Joel fell asleep warm and comforted.
The harsh sound of rain pounding on the cabin's roof roused you from your uneasy sleep. Your neck and back protested, bearing the marks of an uncomfortable night spent on the small couch you had shared with Joel. You shifted, trying to find relief from the awkward position you had contorted yourself into. The darkness of the cabin wrapped around you, the only sound apart from the rain was the rhythm of your own breath.
You felt Joel’s absence from beside you, his warmth now gone. He had managed to slip away without disturbing your slumber, a feat that puzzled you considering his imposing presence. The darkness outside the windows hinted at the early hours, perhaps around 2 or 3 in the morning. You peered around the room, but the limited light prevented you from seeing much beyond vague shapes and shadows. The night seemed to have its own weight, as if time itself held its breath in the midst of the storm.
"Are y’awake?" Joel's voice cut through the darkness, startling you into a sudden yelp.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya," his voice held an apologetic note as he stepped into view, a flashlight casting a soft, warm glow around the room. "Lost power sometime in the night, didn't wanna wake ya. Seemed like you needed the rest." He settled at the far end of the couch, a few inches from your feet.
"Joel…" your voice was hushed, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.
"It was ten years last night," he continued, his voice carrying the weight of years of grief. "Ten years ssince my babygirl died." His words hung in the air, heavy and poignant.
"I've always felt so alone," his voice trembled, "like there was no way out, like I was as good as gone. For so long, I've told myself that I should've been the one to go instead of her." His words struck a deep chord, and tears welled in your eyes.
"Still think I should've, it ain't right for kids to die before their folks" he whispered angrily, the pain evident in his voice. "But Sarah… she was like an angel, always takin’ care of me. And on the night when I'm considerin’ takin’ that shotgun and finally goin’ to see her… you show up." His gaze met yours, his expression confused. You saw pain, sadness, anger but there was tenderness and hope etched deep wihtin in his eyes. Joel ran a hand through his hair frantically.
"It's like my Sarah is still lookin’ out for me," he continued, "Like she knew what I was plannin’, and she sent me another angel to be with me."
A warmth spread within you, blooming deep inside of you at his words. With a slow motion, you pushed the covers aside, the cold air prickling your skin as you cautiously maneuvered over the short expanse of the couch until you were close to Joel. The room was dimly illuminated by the soft golden glow of the flashlight, casting shadows that danced around you both.
In the velvety cocoon of the hushed darkness, an unspoken desire bloomed between you. You moved with a subtle grace, straddling his wide hips, your gazes locking in the dim, intimate light. The air seemed to crackle with a newfound tension as you whispered his name, a gentle invitation laden with longing.
Joel's hands moved instinctively to your hips, his touch both gentle and possessive, grounding you in him. "Yes, my angel?" his voice held a soft edge of anticipation, a promise hanging in the air.
****You leaned in, your lips finding his in a dance that transcended words. The kiss was a slow, intoxicating melding of souls, a harmony of sensations and emotions that seemed to surge through every nerve in your bodies. Joel's lips were warm and inviting, their touch conveying a mix of urgency and tenderness that ignited a spark within you.
Your fingers cradled the back of his head, tangling in the strands of his hair as you deepened the kiss. A low, throaty moan escaped him as he yielded to the sensation, his response igniting a fire of desire within you. The taste of his lips, the press of his body against yours, it all felt like a perfect symphony of your two body.
As the kiss broke, Joel's whispered words mingled with the soft hum of the storm outside. "Are you sure?" he asked a thread of concern woven into his tone.
A smile touched your lips, a mix of assurance and desire. "Never been surer in my life, cowboy."
His smile in response was like a sunrise, warmth and light flooding the room. Rising from the couch, he held you in his strong arms, your laughter echoing as he started to ascend the stairs with you in his embrace. The world outside was forgotten, eclipsed by this moment. Eclipsed by Joel holding you close.
As you reached what you assumed was Joel's bedroom, a surge of anticipation and desire compelled you to draw him into another fervent kiss. The soft laughter that escaped him was a melody that danced against your lips, and you responded with a mixture of eagerness and playfulness.
Joel's touch was both electrifying and gentle, he swatted your bottom teasingly, his voice a breathless whisper against your lips, "Patience, angel."
His words sent shivers down your spine, mingling with the electric tension that enveloped you both. The room seemed to shrink around you as desire flared, intertwining your fates in a web of longing and need. With a mixture of restraint and yearning, you allowed the dance between you to continue, each moment a step closer to surrendering to the consuming passion that had ignited between you.
With a gentleness that belied his strength, Joel guided you onto the large bed. Your senses were alight, every detail heightened as if the world had shifted into sharper focus. The bedding beneath you cradled your form, its softness embracing you like a lover's touch. The air around you carried a faint chill, a stark contrast to the heat that seemed to radiate from the space between you and Joel.
But it was his gaze that held you captive, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that set your heart racing. In his gaze, you saw a constellation of emotions, desire mingling with a hint of vulnerability, each flicker a testament to the depth of connection you shared. Time seemed to slow, the storm outside merely a distant echo as you were immersed in this moment, this charged space where nothing else mattered except the unspoken language of longing that passed between you. The room felt small, a universe confined to the expanse of the bed where you lay,
And the dance began—a sensual rhythm that both of you instinctively understood. Joel's hands, firm and determined, reached for the fabric of your shirt, his fingers curling around the material before he tugged it away from your body. The garment was discarded to the side of the room, forgotten. A smirk graced his lips, his eyes alight with a mixture of desire and amusement.
"That was an old shirt from my '01 tour in California," he confessed playfully. "Seeing you wear something of mine stirs up all sorts of feelings, angel."
A breathless laugh escaped you, a mix of nerves and excitement intertwining in the sound. Joel's mouth descended with practiced skill, capturing your right nipple in a delicate play of sensations. His lips and tongue orchestrated a dance, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing tugs, coaxing your body to respond. Your nipple responded to his attentions, standing taut against the flicker of his tongue. His warm breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through you, a stark contrast to the cool air that surrounded you.
The torturous symphony of sensations migrated to your other nipple, the alternating rhythm of pleasure and tease sending shockwaves of need radiating from your core. Unable to contain your yearning, you whispered a plea, your voice a hushed prayer. "Please, Joel..."
His response was a gentle murmur, a tantalizing question. "Tell me what you want, angel."
A rush of arousal and aching need surged through you, and you implored him with a breathless urgency, your words carrying a plea for more. "More, please..."
Amusement danced in his eyes as he pushed you further, his own desire and anticipation evident in the way he held you, in the way he looked at you. "You're gonna have to be more precise than that, angel," he coaxed, his voice a seductive melody that echoed between you.
You suddenly grabbed Joel’s head and directed him towards your aching core, “Touch me here please Joel, I can't.”
“Whatever my angel desires.” And he bends his head down wrenching a scream of delight from your lips as he started lapping at your core with enthusiastic desire. You had never felt anything like this before, previous lovers have always been less than enthusiastic at performing this particular act, but it seemed like Joel reveled in making you squirm and he was trying his best to elicit as many breathless moans from you. And you were more than happy to oblige him. He started alternating between lapping at your clit teasingly and rubbing his fingers alongside your slit, all the while murmuring cooing words into your core “my beautiful angels, you are so good to me.”
With a surge of boldness, your hand darted out to grasp Joel's head, your fingers threading through his hair as you guided him to the source of your aching desire. A plea tumbled from your lips, raw and unrestrained, "Touch me here, please, Joel. I can't wait any longer."
A playful smirk danced across his lips, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of fulfilling your desires. "Whatever my angel desires," he responded, his voice a seductive promise. Bending his head with deliberate intent, he set forth on a way that was sure to send you in a primal surge of ecstasy.
A passionate cry of delight erupted from your lips as Joel's skilled tongue found its mark, dancing across your sensitive core with an enthusiasm that set your senses ablaze. This was an experience like no other, a stark departure from previous lovers where enthusiasm had been scarce. With Joel, it was different—he revelled in your pleasure, his fervent devotion evident in every movement.
His lips and tongue worked in tandem, alternating between tender lapping and teasingly rhythmic motions that sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers joined in the sensual symphony, tracing delicate patterns alongside your slick folds, igniting fires of sensation wherever they ventured.
Amidst the heady sensations, Joel's voice reached your ears, a sweet and enticing serenade that whispered cooing words directly to your core. "My beautiful angel, you are so good to me," he murmured, his words like molten honey, dripping with adoration and lust.
Your moans and gasps crescendoed into a symphony of pleasure, each sounds a testament to the waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. As if guided by the melody of your desire, Joel responded with a calculated touch, slipping a finger inside you. A powerful scream of pleasure erupted from your lips, the sensation of his digit plunging deep within you electrifying your senses and igniting a fierce yearning.
"Oh my God, Joel, please!" Your words tumbled out in a jumble of incoherence, driven by an insatiable need that clouded your thoughts. The urgency in your voice spoke volumes, even if the words themselves were fragmented. You needed more, you craved more, but your mind was too consumed by the sensations to formulate coherent sentences.
Joel pressed on with his skilled ministrations. He gauged your need, asking, "You want more? You think you can take one more?" Your head bobbed in a fervent affirmation, your eyes filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation. Without hesitation, he introduced a second finger, and your body reacted with a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of discomfort—a delicious sensation that heightened your desire.
Closing your eyes to savor the pleasure coursing through you, you felt Joel's fingers expertly moving within you. The sensation of them crossing and spreading you wide sent intoxicating shivers down your spine, a tantalizing preview of what was to come. His mouth remained devoted to your neglected clit, lavishing it with attentions that drove you wild.
"I've got to prepare you real good, angel," Joel breathed, his voice husky with need. "You've got to be spread wide to take all of me. I ain't like one of those DC boys you’re used to." His words, a potent mix of promise and possession, sent a thrill through you. "Yes, yes, yes, Joel," you pleaded, your voice aching with desire. "Spread me, make me ready for you."
A knowing smirk curved Joel's lips as he introduced a third finger, a hint of pain deliciously mingling with the intense pleasure, intensifying the sensations that rocked your body. "So good, angel," he moaned breathlessly. “Joel, I’m gonna…” “Yes, come for me, angel. Please come for me right now!" His encouragement was all it took, and you shattered into euphoria like never before. Explosions of white dusted your vision as you felt yourself gush around Joel’s fingers, which continued their relentless rhythm inside you. Your body tensed and then went limp, as if weightless.
When you opened your eyes again, Joel's gaze met yours. He was lapping at his fingers with an obscenely indulgent expression, making your body tingle with renewed desire. "You taste delicious, like the sweetest honey," he purred. A groan of need escaped your lips as you reached for him, your hands eager to explore. "Please, Joel."
"Do you want me, Angel? Do you want me to take care of you?" he asked, his voice a seductive blend of desire and tenderness. You nodded, and as Joel started to take off his shirt he suddenly stopped in his track “Fuck, I don’t have condoms.” He brought his hands to his face in a movement of frustration.
A soft smile graced your lips as you moved closer to him, your face now level with his taunt stomach. With gentle reverence, you pressed a soft kiss against his skin, just above his waistband.
"If you trust me, Joel," you began softly, “I got tested after I found out Bryan was cheating, and everything came back clear." Your words hung between the two of you as Joel realized what you were offering.
Joel's reaction was swift and intense. His hand gripped your jaw firmly, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness. "Don’t say that piece of shit's name when you're in my bed, angel," he growled, his voice laced with a raw edge. The shiver that ran down your spine was both a thrill and a reminder of his complex emotions.
"Come here," Joel commanded his voice a blend of authority and strength. Eager to comply, you shifted closer to him, a fire of anticipation burning in your veins. Slowly, Joel started to guide you back down onto the bed, his hands moving with a purpose that matched the intensity of his desire.
"I want to look at your face when you come on my cock," he murmured, his words sending a shiver of longing down your spine. Anticipation pooled in the pit of your stomach as you locked eyes with him, feeling the weight of his gaze on you.
With deliberate movements, Joel began to undo his jeans, freeing his long and thick cock from its confines. The sight of him left you audibly gulping, a mixture of want and anticipation coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but wonder about the sensations, the weight, the pleasure that his size would bring.
"Can I put it in my mouth?" you asked, your eagerness apparent in your voice. Joel chuckled, his laughter a low and intimate sound that sent another wave of desire crashing over you. "Not tonight, angel," he responded, his tone both playful and commanding. "Tonight, I want to come in your pretty little pussy."
Joel's hands and lips explored your body with a relentless hunger, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through your veins. Lost in the dance of passion, you found yourself swept away in a symphony of sensations, the symphony building to a crescendo of ecstasy that left you breathless and yearning for more.
In one swift, delicious motion, you felt Joel's firm length slip inside you. The sensation was both intense and electrifying, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and let out a loud moan of pleasure as he stretched you open in the most pleasurable way.
"Oh shit, angel, you're so damn tight," Joel groaned, his voice laced with desire and amazement at the sensation. You couldn't hold back your response, your own voice a mixture of bliss and disbelief. "Oh my god, Joel, that's because you're so fucking big!"
With deliberate slowness, Joel began to move his hips, creating a rhythm that was both torturously slow and exquisitely pleasurable. His gaze remained fixed on your face, his eyes locking onto yours with a passionate intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The intimacy of the moment, the raw connection between your bodies, fueled the flames of desire that burned between you.
"Please, Joel, you have to move faster, please, I'm begging you," you implored.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Joel's lips as he teased, "If I go faster, you're gonna make this old man come way too quick, angel."
"I don't care," you gasped, your need overpowering any sense of patience, "you have to move, please!"
"As you wish," Joel responded with a sly grin, and in the blink of an eye, the slow and deliberate rhythm transformed into a furious, unrelenting pace. His hips met yours fiercely, each movement driving you to the edge of your senses. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest like a wild drumbeat, and for this moment, nothing else mattered except the intense connection between you and Joel. The world outside faded away as you were consumed by the sensations of pleasure and desire, lost in the intoxicating dance of your bodies moving as one.
The tight coil of tension within you wound tighter and tighter with each fervent movement, aching to be released. The desperate need for release surged through your veins until you couldn't hold it any longer.
"OH MY GOD, JOEL, I'M GONNA COME AGAIN!" you cried out, your voice a mixture of ecstasy and urgency.
"Fuck, me too, angel, I'm gonna cum," Joel groaned, his voice heavy with need. "Please, you have to come with me, please, Angel!"
"Oohh my goddd, I'm cum..." Your sentence was left unfinished as the intense wave of pleasure crashed over you, shattering the tight coil and setting your senses on fire. Simultaneously, Joel's hips stuttered against yours, and you felt the warmth of his release inside you.
"Fuckkk," Joel whispered against your throat, his breath hot and ragged, as both of you rode out the waves of bliss, your sweaty bodies entwined and sated.
"That was..." you began, your voice trailing off as you searched for words to capture the intensity of what you had just shared.
"It sure was," Joel finished, his voice carrying a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. ****
You let out a hearty laugh, the tension of the moment dissolving into light giggles, as Joel momentarily left the room. While you lay there, still basking in the aftermath of your pleasure, he returned with a warm towel and a glass of water. He handed you the glass, and then, with gentle care, he began to clean you up. Your body was still sensitive from the climax, and you instinctively squirmed under his touch, but Joel held you in place.
"None of that, angel," he chided softly, his eyes warm and reassuring. "Gotta make sure you're all cleaned up. Lemme take care of ya."
His words and the softness of his touch melted away any remaining tension, and you found yourself yielding to his gentle care. You let go, allowing him to attend to you in this tender and intimate way. Once he was finished, he guided you back onto the bed and gathered you into his broad arms. A smile played on his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss against the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of serenity wash over you.
"Sleep now, my angel," he whispered, his voice a soothing murmur in your ear. "We'll talk in the morning."
With his strong arms wrapped around you, you nestled into his embrace, finding comfort and warmth in his presence. Your eyes closed naturally, the weight of the day's events and the embrace of his body lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
The morning greeted you with the cheerful chirping of birds, their song gently coaxing you awake. Blinking your eyes open, you realized Joel's form wasn't beside you in the bed. You reached for his discarded shirt on the floor, wrapping it around yourself before quietly slipping out of the room. As you stood before the bathroom mirror, your reflection showed the aftermath of a passionate night: tousled hair, eyes still bearing traces of desire, and lips that bore the marks of fervent kisses. A satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you grabbed the toothpaste, relishing the refreshing feeling as you brushed your teeth.
After tidying up a bit, you descended the stairs, your senses greeted by the delicious scent of cooking. Following the aroma, you entered the cozy kitchen where a rustic-looking pan held sizzling bacon and eggs. The scene was comforting, but there was no sign of Joel. As you scanned the room, the soft strains of a melody drifted in from outside, drawing your attention.
Curious, you made your way toward the source of the music, stepping outside to find Joel sitting on the porch swing. He held the acoustic guitar you had spied last night on the wall, his fingers moving deftly across the strings to produce a gentle tune that seemed to blend harmoniously with the morning breeze. You leaned against the railing beside him, listening intently to the music.
Joel paused his melody and turned his gaze toward you, his lips curling into a soft smile. "That was beautiful," you offered gently, "What were you playing?"
Joel's smile widened as he motioned for you to join him. "You inspired me last night," he confessed. "I had these melodies in my head, and I just had to play them." Your lips curved into a smile as you leaned in for a kiss. "That's unexpectedly romantic," you teased, causing Joel to chuckle. "Romantic, huh? Never been accused of that before," he playfully responded. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "Starving," you replied, a rumble of hunger confirming your words.
Joel's laughter filled the air as he gently set the guitar aside and guided you back indoors. He motioned for you to take a seat at the spacious wooden table, his warm smile inviting. He playfully swatted your hands away as you attempted to help, his touch grounding and reassuring. "Let me serve you, angel," Joel whispered softly as he settled you into a chair.
As Joel expertly portioned out the eggs onto your plate, you admired the beautiful table before you. "This table is stunning," you remarked, inspecting the grain of the hard oaken wood "I've always dreamed of having a big wooden table. Somewhere to have all my family and friends and have big dinners." Joel's smile held a touch of nostalgia. "Yeah, me too. That's why I built it."
"Wait, you built this?" you exclaimed, surprised. "Is there anything you can't do?" His laughter was infectious, and he shook his head playfully. “Just eat ya eggs." You smile happily in response before digging in.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you happily munched on your meal. "This is really good, thank you, Joel," you said with genuine gratitude. Joel's smile was warm, yet his gaze seemed to drift elsewhere, lost in thought. You observed him from the corner of your eye, curious about what was going on in his mind.
After a moment, Joel pushed his half-eaten plate of eggs aside and made his way over to you. Without a word, he grasped the back of your chair and turned it toward him, causing you to let out a surprised "Joel!" as you were suddenly lifted from the chair. He settled down, pulling you onto his lap, holding you close.
You chuckled softly, noting, "Breakfast's gonna get cold..." But Joel's response was immediate, his voice a whisper against your collarbone, "I don't care. Need to be close to ya, angel." You felt yourself melting into his embrace, content and cherished.
You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of being enveloped by Joel's arms. Inhaling his masculine scent deeply, you wanted to imprint it in your memory, wanting to hold onto every detail of this moment. You never wanted to forget the way he made you feel. As Joel's hand gently traced patterns on your back, his lips pressed soft, feathery kisses along your neck, causing a contented sigh to escape your lips.
In that instant, you realized that in just one day, Joel had managed to make you feel safer and happier than your four-year relationship with Bryan ever did. "Joel," you timidly began, your voice a fragile thread. "Hmmm, what is it, angel?" Joel's response was gentle, encouraging you to continue. "About what you told me last night… About Sarah…" His sigh against your neck was heavy, and you gathered your courage for what you wanted to say next. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened to her. It wasn't fair."
"Angel…" You guided Joel's face up from its hiding place in your bosom, holding it between your hands to meet his eyes. "Sarah loved you, Joel. And she knew you loved her. She wouldn't want to see her father suffer alone like this."
Joel's eyes bore into yours, a mix of frustration and protectiveness. "Angel, please stop." But you couldn't hold back; not after last night, not after seeing him this morning with the guitar, not after he pried open and emptied the chest of feelings that you had buried deep in your heart. "Joel, I don't want to argue. I know we've only just met, but I can see the kind of person you are. And I might not know a lot about you, but I know that you don't deserve to keep punishing yourself. You deserve to be happy."
Your fingers brushed against his face tenderly as your eyes glistened with tears, your plea carrying all the sincerity you could muster. However, Joel only gently lifted you from his lap and set you down on the chair. He turned to walk away from the kitchen, but before leaving the doorway, he paused. "Finish your eggs, and when you're done, it might be best if you leave." His words were heavy and definitive.
The atmosphere grew icy as your eyes welled up with tears. "Better for you, you mean," you muttered bitterly, pushing the plate of eggs aside and standing up. "I'll get out of your way right now, Joel. I'm sorry for overstaying my welcome." Without waiting for a response, you swiftly moved past him, your heart aching as the tears streamed down your face, not wanting him to see how vulnerable you felt. How much his words had hurt you deep within your bones. Not even your ex-boyfriend cheating had hurt as much as Joel’s words.
Hastily, you ascended the stairs, feeling a mixture of confusion, hurt, and urgency. Joel's shirt clung to your skin as you moved, a reminder of the passionate night you had shared. With hurried hands, you peeled the shirt off, folding it and placing it on the bed with a mix of sadness and longing. Slipping into your clothes, you realised how they were dry and carried a faint, comforting clean scent. It dawned on you that Joel must have taken the time to wash and dry them while you were still asleep. The small act of care spoke volumes, tugging at your heartstrings even harder as your emotions threatened to overwhelm you.
A soft sob escaped your lips as you quickly pulled on your leggings and t-shirt. The pain within you intensified, a heavy weight on your chest that made it hard to breathe. Your fingers trembled as you fumbled to button up your shirt, your mind racing with a mix of regret and confusion. Every touch, every moment, seemed to replay in your mind like a whirlwind of emotions that you couldn't make sense of. Your breath came in ragged gasps, and the room felt stifling as you imagined Joel's hands, his lips, all over you.
Each second that passed felt like an eternity, the need to escape growing more urgent by the second. You couldn't bear the idea of staying in this place any longer, not when your heart and mind were in such turmoil. Your head spun as you gathered your belongings, your thoughts a jumble of conflicting feelings. With shaky hands, you grabbed your bag and moved toward the bedroom door, your heart racing and your vision blurred by unshed tears. It was as if the walls themselves were closing in on you, suffocating you with memories and emotions that you couldn't yet fully process.
You quickly made your way down the stairs and you quickly reached the entrance of the cabin, your hand gripped the doorknob, the exit just a twist away. But then, like a lifeline thrown to your drowning form, Joel's voice cut through the tension-laden air. "Wait," he implored. For a moment, you could have pulled the door open and walked away, sparing yourself the pain that seemed inevitable. But something in his voice, something in the way he had said it, made you hesitate, your fingers tensing on the handle.
"Please wait," Joel's voice, gentle and soft, reached your ears, halting your movement. His words were like a fragile confession, tinged with regret and vulnerability. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's just... it still hurts so much, and I can’t do anything about it. I don't even know if I wanna do anythin' 'bout it! If I stop hurtin, it ain't fair to her, it's like 'm forgettin' her. My babygirl. I can't... I can't be the man you need me to be. You're young, and you'll find something much better than a washed-up singer, a father that’s always gonna be haunted by the ghost of his daughter. I'm carrying too much baggage, And I ain’t worth the pain I know I’ll cause ya angel.” Frozen in place, you listened to his words, his admission of hurt and fear, his belief in his own unworthiness all washed over you, leaving you empty and oh so sad for the man in front of you.
With your back still turned toward him, your grip on the doorknob loosened. You could feel your heart aching for him. You closed your eyes, attempting to blink away the tears that threatened to fall, your breathing ragged and unsteady.
You took a steadying breath, turning slightly toward him, though you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. In a voice that was stronger than you felt, you spoke your truth "Joel, it's not about what baggage you have or don’t have. It's everything that’s happened since yesterday, how we make each other feel. And last night... it meant something to me. I don't need you to be something you're not. I just want you to be who you are, because that person is worth something to me."
You swallowed hard, your throat tight with emotion. "I can't pretend to understand everything you've been through, Joel. But I can see the person you are, the one who's been through pain but is still standing here. You deserve happiness too, Joel. You're not defined by your past, and you're not just a has-been singer or whatever it is you impose on yourself. You're Joel, and you're worth more than you realize."
A tear escaped your closed eyes, tracing a path down your cheek. With a determined step forward, you pulled the door open, your voice steady despite the vulnerability you felt. "Take care of yourself, Joel," you whispered. With that, you stepped out onto the threshold, the cool breeze against your skin offering a stark contrast to the warmth of the cabin. The door clicked shut behind you, a gentle sound that marked the end of a moment that had touched your heart so deeply. And as you walked away, you didn't look back, hoping that Joel's own journey would guide him to a place of healing and acceptance.
Three months had drifted by since the night when Joel's presence swept into your life, like a gentle breeze altering the course of a quiet stream. The echo of his words still lingered in your mind, painting the canvas of your memories with vivid strokes of vulnerability and tenderness. As you slid into the cocoon of your car that night, the world outside felt different, as if reality itself had taken on a new hue.
Driving away from the cabin nestled in the heart of the woods, you found your plans melting away, leaving behind a blank slate that you were now eager to fill with Joel's presence. But you knew he had his own journey to embark upon – a journey toward reconciliation with his past, a voyage of healing that no one else could undertake for him. You couldn't help but hope, perhaps even naively, that the currents of life would someday guide him back to you. It was an uncertain prospect, but then again, your whole life had become a cascade of the unexpected.
After first leaving behind the familiar landscape of DC, and wandering the country for some time, you found yourself meandering down unfamiliar roads that led you to the vibrant city of Austin. Amid the soulful melodies and friendly faces, you decided to step into a music store, compelled by the yearning to connect with Joel on some level, even if he wasn’t physically there with you.
Inside, the air was stuffy as if the shop had been forgotten by the residents of Austin. Rows of albums beckoned to you, as you look around for the country section. Descriptions were exchanged with a middle-aged cashier, who turned out to be a rather passionate fan of Joel and who guided you to the shelves where most of Joel Miller's discography was. For you, it was like hearing the life of the man you think you might very well love. As you left the store, the weight of those albums in your arms was more than just a collection; it was a tangible piece of the bond you shared with a stranger who had become so much more.
With Joel's music filling the airwaves of your trusty Honda Civic, you embarked on the next leg of your journey, leaving Austin behind and setting your sights on the vibrant landscape of Los Angeles. The roads stretched out before you, winding through varied terrains like the unwritten chapters of a story waiting to unfold. Each curve and bend felt like a step toward a new beginning, guided by the soulful tunes that had become the backdrop of your life.
As you navigated LA's bustling streets, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The sprawling landscapes seemed to mirror the vast possibilities that awaited you in this city of dreams. The skyline glittered with promise, like a tapestry woven from the aspirations of countless dreamers who had walked these streets before you. With each passing mile, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the energy of the city, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, you found your place in a small yet energetic communication company. It was a far cry from the monotonous work you had left behind in DC. Here, you were tasked with crafting communication campaigns for non-profit organizations across California. The challenges were real and the work was hard, but the rewards were immeasurable. Your days were now filled with purpose and creativity, and you felt a genuine connection to the causes you were championing. It was as if you had finally found the missing piece that had been absent from your previous life. Like you had found your drive back.
2 months into the job, your coworker Amanda's loud shrilly voice pulled your attention away from your work, her words cutting through the office buzz. "Hey, you're the one who's into Country music, right?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. You chuckled softly, not exactly an expert on the genre but you supposed you did listen to more Country then you used to these days.
"Yep, that's me," you replied, offering a small nod.
Amanda leaned in a little closer, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret, "I've noticed you play Joel Miller's older albums. Is he your favourite or something?"
You smiled softly, realizing your tradition hadn't gone unnoticed. "Yeah, I have a soft spot for his music," you admitted with a shrug.
Her grin turned into a mischievous smile, "Well, guess what? He just dropped a new song. Have you heard?"
Your heart skipped a beat. "A new song?!" you echoed, genuine surprise lacing your words, heartbeat treatening to send you into a heart attack.
Amanda pulled out her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen before she handed it to you. The screen was illuminated by what you deciphered as some tweets and posts, all buzzing with excitement about Joel's latest EP release. Your eyes widened as you scrolled through the tweets, feeling a mixture of excitement washed over you.
With a grin, you glance at Amanda, appreciating her tip, before returning to your workstation. Settling in, you tried your best to steady your breath as you open the article on TMZ and locate the link that directs you to Joel Miller's freshly released track on his SoundCloud. Your cursor hovers over the link, anticipation rising making you feel buzzed. Clicking the link, you're instantly engulfed in a cascade of harmonies. The initial notes carried on the wings of a soft guitar, weave a delicate tapestry of sound that threads its way through your senses. It's like stepping into a forgotten memory, the strums of the guitar bringing you back inside the cabin and into Joel’s arms.
And then, Joel's voice joins the strumming of the guitar. A tender baritone, it carries the weight of longing and sadness, each note reverberating with the depth of his life. The rawness of it tugs at your heartstrings, and you can’t help the tears forming in your eyes. With each note, it's as though Joel is speaking directly to you, his presence palpable despite the distance. You close your eyes, allowing the music to sweep you away, the gentle strumming and resonant vocals painting a vivid scene in your mind;
I can’t stop thinking about you
I can't escape your memory's grasp,
My angel, you're etched within my soul so fast.
I yearn to become the man you envision,
Unveiling depths within, a heartfelt mission.
For you, for you alone,
This version of me, yet to be known.
As the soothing timbre of Joel's voice envelops you, he navigates the tapestry of emotions with his lyrics. His soft voice carries the weight of promises and aspirations, mingling with the bittersweet tinge of guilt and the fervent pull of desire. It's a symphony of feelings entwined in each note, a raw portrayal of the battles raging within him. He sings of uncertainty, a man grappling with the enigma of his own identity. Yet, amidst the chaos, there's a constant, an unwavering North Star – the presence of his angel. The lyrics paint a portrait of yearning and unspoken desires, his admission that even amid the turmoil, your memory is an anchor he can't escape. His voice, like a gentle hand, guides you through the labyrinth of his feelings, allowing you to glimpse the depths of his soul. And as the final note fades, it's as if his heart has been laid bare, an intimate portrait of a man searching for solace and finding it in the memory of his angel – you.
Tears gather in your eyes as the song reaches its poignant conclusion. Joel's heartfelt words resonate with the depths of your emotions, and the floodgates of your own feelings burst open. Each note, each lyric, is a testament to his pain, his struggles, and the love that has bloomed during the short encounter you had.
As the music fades, your tears flow freely, a river for the man who has touched your heart so profoundly. You could feel your coworkers casting puzzled glances your way, but in this moment, their opinions mean nothing. You wept for the unfairness of his life, you wept for the loss of his little Sarah, and you wept for the years he's spent punishing himself. You weep because you love Joel Miller. Your heart aches for the man who entered your life on that stormy night and left a mark deep within your soul. Etching his name into the very essence of your being.
Your mom had always said, "The future holds its secrets close" and now you couldn't help but agree. A year ago, you would have never imagined that you would find yourself in LA, away from old friends and family. Yet you couldn't remember a time when you had been more content. Except maybe when you had been in Joel's arms in the warmth of his cabin. But now, as you restart the song Joel had written and as you lose yourself in the warm timber of his voice, you feel happy. Joel's baritone promising that he would love his angel as best as the damaged man he was could love. As you let yourself be carried by the softness of his voice, you know that whatever happens, you'll never part ways with Joel again. You know that wherever he is, he will find you, and you’ll be able to take him in your arms and hold him close to you.
You smile; after all, Joel had just delcared his love for you to the world, his declaration intended for all to hear. And as Joel's voice serenaded you with vows of love and protection, soothing you to your core, you made a promise of your own to Sarah. You promised her that you would care for her father, that you'd stand by him and that you would love him until their eventual reunion, following what you hope would be a beautiful life richly lived.
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I can't stop thinking about OPLA, and it's only been 5 days TT.TT So, I finally had time to catch several screenshots from Episode 2.
My third impressions of OPLA episode 2? I've watched it that many times, and each time I find even more things to like about it. (A more comprehensive review later, but.) There might be some things I didn't like, but for now, the things I liked:
Buggy. He was too damn great. Literally. It took me Impel Down in the manga to reallyyyyy like Buggy (who can't after seeing him interact with Luffy?) But damn it all, OPLA did it in one episode, two episodes in. He's a bit darker in this episode, but Jeff Ward does such a fantastic job at being Buggy. (And on a side note... Buggy is not supposed to look this good T.T)
Nami, Luffy, Zoro. One of the big highlights for me throughout OPLA is the chemistry of the cast. Sure, Nami and Zoro seemed to be have heaps of screen time together, but the interactions between Nami and Luffy are great too.
I did really enjoy the way Luffy's flashback was introduced in this episode. It works. Even more so when facing Buggy, of whom was once on the same ship as Shanks - the set up of this introduces a more complex backstory (manga does this too, but we're not entirely curious yet because Buggy was small fry at the beginning, and we don't see Shanks for several chapters.)
Ah, Shanks in OPLA really feels like Shanks to me. What I love in the OPLA is that there's a small scene added in the flashback where we actually see Shanks fighting. He doesn't expend much energy, compared to his crew, just throwing down a dude as easy as breathing (I might be reading too much into it, but if we were to take this fight scene as a metaphor, we can actually see the dispersion of strength in Shanks' crew.) I tried to get a screenshot (because I suck as making gifs from netflix right now...) but it's awful. I'm still including it anyway, since it'd be great to see :D. He looks a little rough, but when you see Peter Gadiot acting as Shanks, he really gives off so many Shanks vibes that I forget his hair for a few seconds xD
And an impression for the whole series, but there are some easily memorable moments from the show, which I find myself remembering at the odd time.
The screenshots (I'm also including the logo/title header for the Episode, because I paused the screen at a perfect moment):
And it's not letting me add more images, look for part two here: Link
#one piece#one piece live action#one piece netflix#one piece screenshots#One piece live action episode 2#third impressions#opla#hopefully opla spoiler free#luffy#nami#roronoa zoro#helmeppo#buggy the clown#koby one piece#I still need to figure out how to make gifs from netflix work 🤔#too much effort#why do I have so many buggy screenshots?#part 1#buggy the genius jester#buggy one piece
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Hello! This isnt really an ask, just dropping in to say Hi and that ive been thinkin about u and CT:OS since the whole Sinner/Alcaraz (sincaraz lol) rivalry is getting some spotlight again and how Carlos Alcaraz is seemingly Jannik Sinner's #1 supporter despite the rivalry made me think of my sunshine MC who is the self proclaimed president of the Rayyan Afiq Fanclub just publicly fangirling over Rayyan in the most obvious and embarrasing way. Like oh are u expecting a heated and violent type of rivalry Rayyan? Too bad im gonna gush over u in every interview, im gonna slip u into every conversation, oh im not facing u next round? Im still gonna talk about u and how it would be SOOO much better if it was u, how u make me a better player and better person i love u in a rivalry way but also in a waaay past platonic way, in a "he is more myself than I am" typa situation, im gonna hug u exactly 10 more seconds than necessary at the net and ur gonna like it. Consider this a threat, Rayyan Afiq.
AHHH I love this dynamic so much!! I feel like I've absolutely read a fanfic like this years ago because it made such an indelible mark on my psyche since, but I can't for the life of me remember the title T.T something aellos I think was the author's name? hockey-related (which incidentally I'd kill for a IF about)!
Anyway, yes imagining a cheery MC / alcaraz raving happily about their main rival in interviews despite the rival being grumpy af is sooo on point and adorable and you are so right to call Alcaraz out for his simping haha. I really hope the sinner-alcaraz rivalry shapes up to be one for the ages!
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Once Upon A Dream (Maleficent)
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream/I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam/And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem/But if I know you, I know what you'll do/You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
"They took the original and made it so much more haunting for the Maleficent movie. The happy lovers’ song twisted into a new image, just like the adaption. I wish it were longer"
Just A Man (Epic the Musical)
I'm just a man/Who's trying to go home/even after all the years away from what i've known
"The greeks really were tragic. Oddy has been fighting a war for TEN YEARS, a war he doesn't even want to be part of, and all he wants, all musical long is just to go home T.T"
Poll Runner: The song title first of all. JUST a man. Not a king, not a warrior, a man. After the first song that's all battle glory and huge, harrowing quests, you get this sorrowful ballard that lets you know exactly who Odessyus is and what he's rooting for, and what he's going to struggle with this ENTIRE musical. Man or monster? Just... this show isn't even out yet, it isn't even finished, but I'm obsessed with it, it's pure character. Also I have a SUPER angsty oc I project this song onto. It's very fuck-you-up.
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For those of you who would looooove content that is just straight badass Mando (not that there is something wrong with smut but come on??)
(Re)convene
Time travel, whole gang of Ezra, Din, Boba, Fennec, Omega, Ashoka, we go fuck palp up!
According To Creed
Every chapter is like a new episode of The Mandalorian, kinda awesome ;3
All hail the Mand'alor
Wholesome badassory, where everything is great <3
Now this one is a little tricky with it’s chronological order. I don’t really agree with the authors choice. I might be wrong, but here is how i would read it;
The found
The name (first chapter)
The council
The historian
The legend
The temple
The name (fourth chapter)
The name (second chapter)
The name (third chapter)
The name (sixth chapter)
The leader
The name (fifth chapter)
The son
The name (seventh chapter)
The name (eighth chapter)
All help us survive
Din forces Boba to be part of the mandoade 😆
Aliit ori'shya tal'din
A uncompleted story about a dad failing to not adopt every child he meets.
An Unworthy Hand
Seconds after Grogu was taken away by Luke, what was going on in Din's mind?
All the story's
A ridiculous and comedic story of "what happens after Din leaves with Grogu after Tattoine".
Sadly, the author discontinued the story since the didn’t know how to keep it going...
Back in Beskar
Another hilarious story of what happens after Grogu and Luke takes off in season 2. XD
Mand'alor'ika
DIN IS TINY!!! I REPEAT, DIN IS TINY!!!! (adult mind in tiny body back in time)
Blow in Like a Hurricane (Everyone Will Know my Name)
Nobody seems to realise that the unsuspecting Din is actually Mand'alor. Including Luke and Leia XD
Buir
Everyone’s POV on the Dadalorian and Grogurt.
Clones and Kings
Rex gets a task from Ashoka, "Take care of this dude. He is a magnet for disasters"
Curse and Cure
Din takes (tries) his role as the Mand'alor with some help from Luke, Leia and other members of the universe.
Demons Run When a Good Man Goes to War
Evil people has done something bad to someone (it's Grogu, always is), and Din is royaly pissed off.
Din Djarin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Time Travel Incident
Time travel, Din meets Anakin and Obi. Anakin is convinced that Din is some oooold Mandalorian.
Filling the Empty Nest
Din figures out what to do with himself after season 2, misses Grogu, and somehow ends up rebuilding Mandalore.
From Foundling to Father
Din is eight. Gets rescued. His dad learns how to be a dad to him.
(I seriously wish the author will continue the story T.T)
Short works
Some sad some interesting.
Honor thy Clan
What would happen if most of the survivors after the purge was children?
General Mudhorn (and the time traveling bush)
Just like the title says, plus som time travel
Grogu's Adventures in Acquiring a Buir
Grogus POV from the beginning to the moment Luke takes him away.
Homebound
Ain’t some teenage angst Ben Solo going to stop the might Grogu!
if love is the answer, you're home
Din is just being a dad, missing his son. And then there is Luke who is really bad at tracking..
In harmony
The ehh.... the armor is alive...
The Mand’alor and the Jedi
These stories are by faaaar the best ones out there. I can’t give the author enough love. The writing, the pacing, all the characters that stays.... I can’t recommend it enough! If you love The Mandalorian, then you will DEFINITELY love these works!!!!!!
Lost in time
The clones Rex, Cody and Fives travel forward in time. Din's dad instincts kicks in.
Mandalorian Menace
Time travel, Din adops Anakin. F*** you Jedi
more alike than apart
Din and Sabine doing a heist and become mandosiblings (boba and Din are bros)😎
My Neighbor, My Neighbor, and Me
Modern AU Din and others
No Holy Cities
Around the time when Din is introduced to the mandalorians.
Nowhere King
Time travel. Din has been Mand'alor for a long time, and then... the most horrible happens... he comes from nowhere and plans to fix the galaxy.
Only the Parent You Will Be
Hera Syndulla and Din Djarin's children call to each other and then stuff happens.
Oya Manda'lor!
(15 years and up (cus this ain’t america), warning of smut)
This one is mostly 98% badass buuut... ehh... there is mentioning of smut.. and the other works of the same person... is hella ssmutty 😳 Time travel, Din meets Jaster.
Phoenix Rising: Stronger Together Duology
(15 years and up (cus this ain’t america), warning of smut)
This one... again, mostly badass, around 89% badass. There is smut😑 Din is in pieces after Grogu left with Luke. Ashoka comforts him and Bo-Katan is a bitch.
Ring out the song of the Midnight Blade
Din and the darksaber takes on the empire. Highly recommend that you listen to the song at the same time you read this one.
https://youtu.be/toJD2eJ4zvo
Suddenly, I'm Respectable
AU in which Bail and Breha Organa have a backup plan in place for Leia's rescue.
The Consequences of Wearing a Touchy Mystical Laser Sword
Din (and some others (not gonna tell😉)) shrink to their child sizes and try to fix the galaxy. Some humor, hehe.
The Deserter
Okey... everyone is allowed to pine for Din, but Din is as sexual as a brickwall!!!!
The Pros and Cons of Time Travel and Force Visions
Time travel. Mando being (as usual) a himbo, while senators and Jedi try to understand the situation...
The Way of Conquest
Time travel. Me, the force, Yoda and the author are giggling like maniacs 8D
Truth and Consequences
Okey soooo this one doesn’t really have Din in it... much...
Tor Vizla and Jaster Mereel gets bonked on their heads by their grandchildren.
The Mandalorian and the Rebel Spy
Cassian gets adopted by Din's buir and they, sort of, grews up together.
They're Gonna Give You Hell
This one is by far the funniest shit ever🤣 do NOT read where you need to be quiet!! (i accidentally laughed in a quiet auditorium...)
Time is a social construct
Time travel, Din adopts Satine and Obi.
Trust
Luke travel to Mandalor and training begins.
Vortex
Amnesia for Din, he only remember that Grogu left. Nope. 2 years have gone by!
You Can Worship the Ashes
Time travel. Din saves Fives.
you were only waiting for this moment to arise
Rey gets (sort of) adopted by Din.
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The Devil Judge Live Blogging
I was actually supposed to watch The Eighth Sense or From Now On, Showtime! this weekend but I saw this tweet. It is an edit on the male leads and I didn't even watch the edit really but I was overcome with a great urge to watch the drama, so I'm somehow starting it on Thursday night instead of Saturday :/
Ep 1 (June 1)
It has korean subs... should I try to watch it in Korean? The first ep is already 1h 20 mins lol, it'd take forever to watch with Korean subs. Idk why my "learning" feature on Viki isn't working rip, it'd be helpful to have both subs
at least there were some names and titles of characters at the beginning so that I can come back to it when I'm inevitably lost about who is who
oh Kim Gaon is going in to be a skeptical character in this live court, keeping his eyes and ears open because his teacher does not like or approve of this spectable
first meeting and I have to remember that this tension will not accumulate to them actually getting together rip
Gaon's parents were murdered?
damn, that's dumb to shoot at the bus toward Gaon and the child, no? when you didn't know how the person would react or accidentally shot the people? i think I'm just unimpressed by callous old confident powerful men tbh
ah, of course, Gaon saves a child and the driver and a plant
oh that's not his sister, that's his friend who's in love with him. it could be cute if i wasn't already ogling at the straight-up BL and romance dynamics with the older strict rich powerful man and younger hopeful kindhearted rough childhood man
I keep seeing clearly corrupt men who I've previously seen act as terrible men in kdramas lol
why is Gaon talking about supreme court breaking and entering in public transit T.T
so is Su Hyeon actually Gaon's love interest? I think I heard the love interest dies
Director Jeong Seon Ah's manner of speaking is so fucking irritating my god
also who is the good guy here? Nobody? seon-ah is for the foundation and doesn't want this trial of Ju Il Do to happen but does the Minister of Justice Cha Gyeong Hui want it to happen so that he's not given a sentence? she's the one who's been supporting and getting support from Ju Il Do this whole time
ah he's so annoying, he likes that she likes him
no way he's repeating her joking but kinda not asking him to marry her recording ah they're cute fuck
damn what's going on with the judge at that place with fallen people?
oh slamming against bookshelf and talking about Gaon living alone and the trailing hand across chest?
how did Gaon trail the car while on a bike
oh Gaon mentioned that the judge Kang Yohan survived some disaster, so I guess this fire is referencing that?
this variety show concept is killing me so bad
oh hooooo so the devil judge is making it seem like he's on the chairman and the Foundation's side but he made the doctor react badly to having thought he drank the water... okay, I did wonder this beforehand but was unsure
oh witness coming through okay, was he previously bribed?
ohh the judge met with a different doctor, okay, so he really will play by the books and rules?
is the judge going to say occupational negligence? which will make it seem like ju il do is facing consequences but will have him get off easy? whose side is this man on?????
oh? the judge got the witness to lie to make the stuff worse and mention murder? is that good or bad in terms of consequences omg
ah Judge Yohan keeps playing with everybody on every side, including me. so he is doing occupational negligence but is using the newer ruling to make it a longer sentence
okay chills for real when he's reading the names and accounces 235 years
the groups are: the minister (on the side of ju il do, used to be on the side of kang yohan as well), the Foundation (on the side of ju il do as well), and the tv broadcast people (on the side of money and entertainment), that other guy (on the side of entertainment mans is just watching, I can't rmr who he is or who he's related to heh - oh my bad he's the fucking president lol)
oh the Judge is acteur! a tear down his cheek
please the way Gaon has been gazing at Judge Yohan since he figured out he's probably on their side
the Judge yawning? lmfao
pls okay Gaon was so doey-eyed at Judge Yohan just a moment ago but now he's hardened again
what's this? judge yohan's memories? Gaon reminds him of somebody else?
Fun first episode, purposefully confusing in terms of the judge's loyalties, I got confused about the people and who is who because I was playing solitaire on the side lol
also kinda funny to call it dystopian present-day korea, it's like 2 millimeters to the right of just regular present-day world
Ep 2 (June 2)
Lunch time episode heh
I wonder if this female Judge Oh will be a problem? last ep she mentioned power and this ep she was like ...they're not looking at me
ah intense dinner. so Gaon's father committed suicide to escape from loan sharks while Yohan's father was a loan shark
who is this yellow car racer dude? i wonder if he's gonna be part of this ep's case. also, what happened to the previous lying doctor guy last ep? did he collide with that truck?
the secretary is so irritating like just her mannerism and manner of speaking like obviously everybody here is irritating but somehow she gets on my nerves the mostttttt
damn Mr. Seo looks head
fuck I forgot who Heo Jung Se is but apparently Minister thinks they talked Yohan into sentencing Ju Il Do - oh wait I looked up the MDL cast list and I think it's the president
anyway I hope Gaon's professor doesn't die, they seem to have a great mentor-mentee relationship
plss "It's like you were only watching me, Judge Kim" "...that's not true." bye
ah Gaon insisting it's not just a good result that's desired but also a fair and just trial vs Yohan saying there's no justice no fairness trials are a game
Yohan saying Gaon resembles "him" - the same guy he was hallucinating at the end end of last ep?
lol her being like ah so your cheating lover was the Judge/chief?
i wonder are there rules of cars going to the side when there are police sirens on in korea/seoul or no?
oh judge yohan's black sports car
Yohan reminds me a bit of Dongshik with the laugh and doing inexplicable things like hammering the car and planting drug (?) evidence
ah Yohan is always a few steps ahead huh? Knew that the cop fuck I forgot her name would visit the doctor witness and also found the bug Gaon put in his office
oh Gaon is already thinking that maybe Yohan's tampering is fine since it led to a good outcome, will he also be converted by the end?
who did Gaon call after seeing the car guy? would it be Yohan since he appeared hmmmm
oh wtf Yohan's using that car guy as bait, which makes sense since he was doing all that hammer and drug planting in front of Gaon and the cop
ah Yohan devil coming into play
oh shit Yohan killed the bird and then was ostracized for it
is Chairman Seo treating Judge Oh weirdly creepily?
wait I hope Yohan and the lady who irritates me just by existing won't be love interests or something since they're dancing like this... please
also is she a secretary or a director? no clue
oh Yohan king of planting things and creating chaos from the very beginning. so funny to see these little kids fight
lmfao pleaseee the mom the car guy was seeking is the minister?
oh what the fuck a whole ass bomb? somebody really wants Yohan dead
ofc Gaon saves Yohan and Yohan has to drag his unconscious body away
Ep 3 (June 2)
oh Yohan took Gaon to his house and what? took his shirt off and bandaged him himself or called a doctor?
Yohan just straight up pretending to be injured in front of the reporters
lol Yohan being like oh? are you his gf? and then stops her from knowing his whereabouts. seeing them together like this is just like Gaon has 2 hands! he can have a childhood bestie gf and an intimidating morally ambiguous older bf!
oh also her name is Yun Suhyeon
lol why did the maid(?) get startled just at seeing Gaon, it's as if he's sharing a bed with Yohan or something lol - after the incident of elijah saying gaon looks like him + the Nanny talking to the Young Master photo, I guess she thought he looked like the kid who died
oh yeah I forgot to mention but the mention of Old Testament reminded me that there's so many references to Catholicism/Christianity in regards to Yohan and his past
ah, Elijah doesn't like his face and calls him a knockoff, probably haunted by the same person who Gaon reminds Yohan of
I love the Minister woman so much, idk she's so above it all and a schemer but ah it's appealing and so intense
IN CONTRAST THIS DIRECTOR LADY FROM THE FOUNDATION IS KILLING WHY DOES SHE TALK AND ACT LIKE THAT AGHHHH
oh stupid president talking about an intense stare not befitting a woman, it suits the minister perfectly, she's scary
bro literally taking off shirt + wound tending + taking jabs about being old vs young
please I think Elijah and Yohan are so funny. she's his younger sister right? He constantly defending himself from her and her just going like so boring. especially with his unstyled hair after the shower, he looks so unassuming and cute
Judge Yohan is so funny, a public show judge by day and hammering cars and beating up people by night
Yohan avoiding to answer if it's because of Judge Gaon...
oh the social responsibility foundation are raising money to house and aid the poor people in Korea lol meanwhile all the fucked up shit going on inside the foundation. oh lmao they have to move people who already live there and demolish their houses to make this supposed dream village
Director Jeong just straight up stepping on the president's face lol it would've been so good if I didn't hate her
oh damn okay so I did very briefly wonder if he was adopted or something since Yohan laughed at being rich since birth but it does seem that something like that happened. Nanny says this true Young Master is the owner of this house, not "that child" Yohan - is he actually not Yohan but posing as that or something lol like after the kid died he took over his life?
oh this guy is suchhhh a bitch hurting everybody at the restaurant
oof they really got two of the 3 people to agree to a settlement out of court
damn Gaon saying he saw the dude driving dangerously and nothing else
D: all 3 settled?
omggggg Judge Yohan is soooo good at putting on a show with his priest-like robes, it's unbelievable
oh there are multiple locked doors? One is the dead Young Master who looks like Gaon's room? and this other one leads to the basement - is it Yohan's old childhood room?
the fact that the Nanny evil calls him Sleeping Beauty and princess, like this is so BL coded
oh I see, I thought too much - he is indeed an adopted kid but hadn't taken over the other dude Isaac's life. this basement was his room though
why is Gaon asking about dirt on Yohan from the Nanny? and so blatantly too like how do you know you can trust her - just because he saw her talking to that photo in that room? smh
anyway, my guess is that Nanny thinks Yohan purposely caused the fire on purpose to kill Isaac and get his fortune? and maybe he did cause it accidentally, that's why he has regrets related to his brother?
oh wait Yohan is still half related to the siblings, their fathers are the same
not the gloves before a beating
damn, Yohan did what?! made a maid jump off the 2nd floor and poisoned a dog? fr?
ayo wtf Yohan basically murdered this man by making him fall off the roof of several floors. also he was a firefighter during the fire at the catholic church where Isaac died and yohan lived?
ah i'm so curious
Ep 4 (June 2)
oh damn Minister really framed somebody 19 years ago and innocent man ended up committing suicide, so now Yohan's saying if she confesses, he'll let her son go
oh? is the guy who's always doing the sleuthing and tailing for Yohan that guy's son who was in middle school when his dad committed suicide?
oh Nanny even gave him the keys?
when did Yohan chasing down that man even happen?
damn even Elijah is thinking every day about how Yohan became the owner of this house
pls Yohan really looks so cute with this washed hair and homey look wtf
I did miss Yohan and Gaon interacting
ohan even took a peak at Gaon shirtless lol and then checked him out in his new suit like and putting the jacket on him
Elihaj and Gaon ganging up on Yohan and his age ah
pls Yohan literally taking Gaon to this place after choosing his outfit and everything and guiding him with his hand on his back ah (though he took a moment to be the passenger princess heh)
pls this flock of women
oh okayyyy the fucker Foundation CEO or whatever is indeed a creep and assaulter because I thought the way he was grabbing Judge Oh was weird but was like hm? but yeah he's a fucked up dickhead and the Director Jeong bitch is an enabler - oh actually she stopped him this time
agh her slapping him and making him bow. this could've been fun if they both didn't disgust me
agh fuck this might actually make me like her, she's so scary. the way she started slapping him for daring to say he "befouled the women" because even if a dog like him bites humans, the humans don't become dirty. i wonder if she was sexually abused?
oh the way Yohan grabbed and threw Gaon tf
Yhan really went does the Minister have to be the one who protects your assets?
Gaon going crazy watching these interactions between these rich and powerful people wow me too their laughter is wild
is Director Jeong lying about the donation thing? yeah right?
oh Yohan doing that to the steering will is so D:
ahhh scary minister <3 letting own child to the wolves and letting him be arrested than falling from her own position, yessss. even thinking "there's no glory without sacrifice"
oh Gaon and Suhyeon are going to a cop who was the fire incident? or investigated it?
lmfao flogging as the sentence is killing me so bad pls public humiliation and corporal punishment T.T this could be an explicit AO3 fic tbh
(Linguistics) the dude is using banmal and rude words
this public display is genuinely horrifying by the way
oh fuck Gaon probably shouldn't have said "hyung too" bro you don't actually know that
Elijah being Isaac's daughter makes a lot more sense than their sibling
the beauty and chaos of fire
oh that's why Elijah uses a wheelchair now, Minister really didn't gaf
Gaon was wearing the cross bracelet/necklace that belonged to Isaac that belonged to his mom
ah so as expected, that fireman had stolen Isaac's watch
damn Gaon literally just walked away after hearing all that and Yohan smirking while saying "ah people indeed like these sorts of stories" like okay??? it's probably mostly true but with more flair to tug at heartstrings?
I'm ignoring the fact that Gaon reminds Yohan of his literal brother.
Some people on reddit on-air said that maybe Yohan was showing Gaon off to the Foundation people to see if they remembered that face that day from the fire but seems like nobody did. Also, they wondered if Yohan was targeting the foundation people for being there that day of the fire but all running for their lives and leaving his relatives to die.
Ep 5 (June 3)
oh this dream nightmare of Yohan of the fire and his brother
damn Gaon seeing Yohan after the nightmare
Elijah even accusing Yohan of "seeing the face of the man he killed" ah
oh ho, Yohan's past judge experiences where he was simply imagining fucking up the defendant (esp somebody who beat his the son and his own father beat him) and now he's finally getting to live the fantasies out
ah, Yohan saying that Gaon wanting to leave/accepting being kicked off the panel is predictable?
oof Minister is throwing a wrench into Yohan's plans?
what's suhyeon doing? is this just a regular case for her job?
ah Minister had touched up the flogging photos, though it's a cruel punishment nonetheless
oh someone's following Yohan's whereabouts
ah Gaon leaving so much food for Yohan and Yohan actually eating it, despite not trusting others like the Nanny
ah so the foundation paid off that old cop
ah Suhyeon and Gaon childhood friends
pls her becoming a cop because she wants to keep rescuing Gaon, ah he's got Suhyeon on one side and Yohan on the other
oh, this time we don't know much about the defendant
? what's the hard drive hiding?
girl physical castration?
Minister and Director Jeong ah terrible women scheming <3 I still fucking hate the way director jeong speaks though my god I like the character but cannot stand the acting
damn, the show lasted like 3 minutes this time and we're continuing for next time
pls Yohan playing as a hurt, misunderstood man for Gaon is so funny
but Gaon also catching on and throwing the "you do waver when i talk like this" back
oh, Gaon acknowledging Yohan as a victim really touched him, huh?
come onnnn Yohan looking out from the window to see Gaon and his niece Elijah playing together with the cat
omg and closing the curtains as soon as Gaon looks toward his window
Gaon's professor won't be in cahoots with the foundation or something, right?
omggggg??? children flogging each other as play
wait who is that on the bike - spying on Gaon? judge oh?
inmate?
ah sad Judge Oh
Yohan being pulled all ways to choose whether to castrate or not, ah. rip his pens
ah so Yohan did not choose castration. it's a trick regardless of what he chooses, so it is what
did somebody poison the criminal? omg
oh appendix? wait what's going on are they just castrating him anyway? they as in Yohan? wtf man is this a dream
oh Gaon dreamed it lmfao
oh I see, that's why Elijah was bringing an inmate to prison in Texas
is this homophobia or no
Yohan won the tricky, tricky homework that Director Jeong had set for him
I just hate her acting so much, else Director Jeong as a character could be sooo good
pls they look so boyfriends with Yohan at home and Gaon on the couch playing with the cat, in casual clothes ah
oh i see, it wasn't Judge Oh but this other motorcycle woman. so this is the foundation's doing to trap Yohan?
I would like this display of her having captured Yohan and have him in cuffs so much more if her acting wasn't such a turn off my god and the kiss just looks weird and uncomfortable instead of salacious or whatever
oh? she worked as a maid for their family before? that's why things in the house were familiar
why is she kissing him?
Ep 6 (June 3)
the kiss feels more proprietory and about power (?) than as if she likes him
anyway i hate the way the actress plays her so much omg
oh D: he's scary, he really told young maid Director Jeong to jump off the second floor? her name's Seonah. though we didn't actually see him push her or her actually jump off
omg? she told him to go outside and she'll cover for him but she's telling on him going outside to the Nanny (to get suspicions off her about stealing)... was this before or after she fell off the 2nd floor?
oh that stealing stuff was before the fall
the young Seonah >>>>> this older version agh i hate this actress' acting so much it's actually killing me a bit
this choking/throat-grabbing scene could be so hot if it wasn't played by her
ah she stole the cross necklace fr
wonder if Gaon would fall into the things that Yohan cares about... or if it's too soon
Yohan pls "i was with a tough woman yesterday, she pulled my hair and kissed me" okay
heh casual outfit Elijah likes Gaon and Yohan teasing her about it pls they're so cute
omg? not that disagreeing/arguing about Yohan and the donation file in front of Elijah
poor teary-eyed Elijah
ah Yohan would ofc be very worried about missing Elijah, esp after he himself was recently abducted
aw fractured Yohan and Elijah relationship T.T
:0 woah all the young male idols falling over themselves to light the Minister's cigar
Minister and Director Jeong are so clever ah scary women my beloveds <3
I just hate her acting and manner of speaking agh
ohh that bike belonging to Director Jeong's right hand woman is indeed following Gaon's professor, not Gaon himself
ah so they were trying to catch Gaon's attention indeed oof and ofc the professor's first guess is that Yohan's ot someone tailing him
ah Judge Oh's ambition and greed to be seen will be easy for Director Jeong to manipulate
it's wild that Gaon's literally still living with Yohan lol after all the threats
Yohan's flogging influence, so widespread ah
who is this man who cashed out the money
oh Doctor Safety... money from Yohan? also did those look like flight details?
oof, miss girl you're gonna be killed
damn Gaon really landed a punch on Yohan. though Yohan can just do this and that bc he can't punch back his brother's face I guess
oh, so it wasn't Yohan? but what was the plan he told his right-hand man to execute then?
damn, Yohan's acknowledging that he gave the money, what's he planning??
oh hoooo Yohan's good at crafting stories and putting on a show. where'd the witness even come back from? wasn't he gone?
him openly targeting the foundation now ahhh
the foundation people all being those at the fire incident ah
Yohan loves causing chaos sooo much, he's so good at this
Ep 7 (June 3)
Yohan admitted to Gaon that he did in fact take Doctor Safety and make their stories straight to lie to the nation - oh never mind, not quite
well Gaon doesn't think Yohan attacked
oof Judge Oh is earnest but has the seeds in her head from Director Jeong
ah this talk that Director Jeong is giving these young orphan girls. also seems like CEO Seo did sexually assault her or something bc now he's turned into a dog who obeys her and is tortured by her
not her just killing that lady, similar to how her mother just happened to die
ooh Yohan and Elijah's miscommunications and Elijah feeling like Yohan's overbearing reminds me of Moonlight Chicken's Jim and Liming, though of course Yohan is suspected of murder and scheming by Eli
pls Gaon comforting Eli but then also teasing her
plsssss Yohan reading the book on how to talk to adolescents and trying to talk to Eli T.T he's so earnest and cute even though he's sooo bad at it
Yohan and Gaon deciding what to do together, huh? okayyy team let's go <3
lol Yohan scheming to get the Foundation people to be divided by just playing tricks
lmfao I think it's so funny that he had to do the countdown and do half, half's half, etc to predict the time
heh Yohan doing nothing but still getting these people to be suspicious of each other and saying everything is lies while Yohan just eats well. one of them even bringing up middle school I'm dead
ah, finally Gaon is working on a case lol
pls T.T the live stream to make sure everybody knows where he was so that he won't be found dead
who is Do Yeong Chun? is that Gaon's dad? no right since he already died? is it the guy who made Gaon's dad commit suicide? i was wondering if it's Yohan's father but seems not based on last name Do + Yohan's dad wasn't sent to prison or anything
i don't really know what they're talking about the land and money and stuff except that apparently things are fishy
Ah, Judge Oh realizing that Yohan and Gaon are working together and know these while she's being sidelined... rip girl. will you end up doing what the opposition wants because of it?
omg not Yohan bringing up Gaon's parents like this
they want
scary Director Jeong who wants to make CEO Seo take the fall
damn, CEO Seo is just straight up suggesting they kill Director Jeong lmfao
omg they really have a fake man taking the punishment for Gaon's parent's scammer Do. Yohan brought Gaon here to show his lawful justice system did not punish the man - i wonder if he himself would've orchestrated this or if this switch was from before? Do was happy on the day Gaon saw him so maybe it's not Yohan's doing
ah Director Jeong I d love her, the way she's asking about why Seo did that when she was young and had nowhere to go. she's so scary with the hug and stabbing (and I wish she hadn't kissed Yohan that time)
I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind wondering how much I would have liked Director Jeong's character if she was played by a different person
ah they killed Seo and said he committed suicide not because he embezzled but because somebody else did and had embezzled and fled and so he was doing his duty - so no harm to the Foundation as Jeong becomes the new Chairwoman instead of just Director
Ep 8 (June 4)
ah the foundation members came to the hospital afterward and it really made Yohan hate them more and their hypocrisy, saying all that while they escaped and harmed people while doing so
the devil is the self-pity of the powerful, so true actually
oh so Yohan did indeed change Do? agh
Gaon back at his own home finally
omg? they literally came up with a group of accountants from the Foundation who apparently embezzled the money and disappeared but they were actually trying to give the court show tips
oh hooo the Foundation and companions are powerful and they're turning the wave of support towards them with the "suicide" and the passionate speeches
Gaon has been enticed by the results that Yohan's unlawful court has been getting but he's been brought back to the lawful side by Suhyeon and his professor, but I guess we'll start to see him actually switch now?
pls Suhyeon pretending that it hurts and Gaon giving in is cute
ah when will Suhyeon's meddling get her killed?
oof, so they're "showing support" for the live court and are basically keeping an eye on them and having them work with the Blue House
Jeong Seonah is dom 4 dom, that could be so fun if I liked the actress
lmao Yohan saying I don't discriminate between men and women. well
oh shoot the "how much do you like me?" choking
did Seonah have the necklace in a way that it'd be easy for Yohan to get it back?
or was it in a way that the pin stabbed him when he pulled it? i can't tell
ah Yohan doing his best to get Gaon by his side so that he doesn't have to eliminate him - Gaon's still at least a bit suspicious of Yohan having switching the Do man right?
pls Elijah being like yo let's kill Do
ah Gaon definitely being like yeah seems like only someone with a strange purpose would do this switcheroo
ah Elijah herself reached out to Suhyeon, it's a bit surprising since last time was a bit of a disaster but I guess she's lonely and would take anybody - also I read on reddit that they were worried since Suhyeon left Eli in the car by herself
she confessed every time he cried? but he just cried earlier in this ep and she didn't confess
damn, Gaon's right that drunkards shouldn't be beating people or cops up but he supports the live ammunition stuff? be serious
damn, Gaon's being asked to give info so that his prof can close down live court
ooh, he's meeting all the people that Yohan has working for him, including the right-hand man dude. and they all were upset about the justice system not helping them
oof, Judge Oh you're good and have valid points about the chaos and exclusion but you're falling into Jeong Seonah's traps D:
ah, so it seems like Minister covered up Do's crimes and proceeds seizing? so not done by Yohan.
ah Gaon made his choice and ensured his prof knew he was with Yohan - though i don't fully get his argument like yeah obviously the justice system should've done better but definitely the unrest and chaos of the country isn't just because of that but I also don't get why his prof wants to disband live court as if that's the main cause of all this, the president and Foundation stuff had an even bigger hand now
From the reddit on air thread, people were annoyed by Gaon opposing Yohan and being lawful thus far but I felt like it made sense and this transition into Yohan's side has been fairly satisfactory
Ep 9 (June 4)
I was supposed to be half-done with my assignment or have at least worked for an hour before I came back to this show but uh I did like 10 minutes of work rip
oh, we're getting a little summary so far at the beginning, it's like chapter 2 of this show? second half?
okay please I believe Yohan will show up before anything really happens pls pls pls
oof, if this gets out, Seonah is gonna know what Yohan's weak point is
who was released? do we know them? Bamboo spear?
ah Seonah has moved onto new target to control: Yohan
I hope they don't become a romantic couple but just slap each other around - anyway, Yohan be careful though bc you make her mad enough and she'll fuck you up fr
ah that's when Isaac gave the necklace to Yohan - it's supposed to remind him of not hurting innocent people
oh are Bamboo Spear the people that were causing the riot and the guy who Suhyeon arrested?
ah, how will the ads be manipulated to Seonah's desire? esp since Judge Oh was in the middle for a few and Yohan stepped away for a few
is it a good idea to let the fact that she was a maid at his house get out (to the Minister)? She could talk about her humble background and being tortured by Yohan?
pls I was like why is Elijah saying "will he be okay?" but Nanny is just a v bad cook lol
ahhhhh this found family T.T putting off an appointment bc Elijah said Gaon's not letting anybody eat until all 3 are present
pls Gaon planning on using Yohan's money to get info out of Minister's assistant
T.T Gaon does not know how to interrogate this is so funny
exactlyyyy you should start packing up the gold bars bro
so did the assistant tell the truth? it's always suspicious to know whose word you can trust or not and who knows if the assistant will go back and immediately tell her and then he'll be moved soon
ah, it is indeed him
oof, it's hard to see all this and keep wanting revenge against Do but it's definitely different for Gaon and for good reason
ah Suhyeon immediately saying he'd arrest Gaon
noooo Gaon pls don't go and do something bad to Do right now, Yohan did say it's not just your revenge but it's gonna be useful for many people and things
D: omggggggg Gaon literally choking this man, don't kill him in front of his family D:
oh the money is still there, that's kinda expected but tbh as time went on i bought into his play
anyway don't actually burn the money right? bc you can have proof that the money exists with this man bc they didn't seize it
omg Yohan really made Gaon see that this man would choose to save the burning money than his family, who saved him just earlier
oh fake money, that's good
omg so many beautiful fire shots
I want to know what's in those little gift boxesss
is it to the other Do's victims?
oh it's from Jinyoung? I wondered if it's from Yohan's right-hand man
Ep 10 (June 4)
I wrote another paragraph of my assignment and am back here, rip
damn bruh the president is soooo into hating foreigners
pls the secretary is like 1 second away from dying after betraying Minister
yaas tracking master Elijah and clever girl group photos
ah is Suhyeon doing this now? is she gonna die tryna get the bamboo spears since there's no gun?
plssss secretary man being so shocked at Minister mentioning Kang Yohan
but yeah I'm excited to see Minister and Yohan meet, it's been a while
omg Elijah <3333333 mastermind
goddamn, so many people wtf
ah these people in the minister's office are even tracking the competitors and have bugs and stuff in their office lol
the autopsy thing? is Yohan giving them autopsy report in case they kill Seonah? or is that for something else? or is this her mother's autopsy? but then that shows that Yohan knew that they were looking into Seonah and stuff right or it's like fine that he guesses Minister would be looking into Seonah?
hard to tell if the bamboo spears guy is just overconfident or really has things up his sleeves? the president is on his side so i guess he has reason to be confident
wait hold on T.T the way Yohan and Seonah are interacting and speaking and body language and tone and stuff... I actually do wanna see them kiss or fuck or something, they're kinda... the way Yohan's speaking softly/cutely the way Seonah does ah it's kindaaaaaa
he really stresses the fact that she was a maid and stuff really often smh
everything the bamboo spear says is bullshit but the "our women" keeps killing me like tf are they products? possessions?
Gaon please be good at this show thing bc you're a newbie at this, not as clever as Yohan and not as natural and Judge Oh
omg have it be girl group merch pls
aw, the streamer girl isn't as funny as just TWICE merch
oof, they made him a loser instead of a revolutionary, good going in terms of the bamboo spear and the president's goals and the country's opinions on him
i hope nothing toooo bad happens to bamboo spear because that could turn out to be bad, no? though if yohan or gaon or something rescues him then he could be like okay fine I'll tell you about how the president raised me to be that
gaon as expected feels bad about the live stream
oof, Minister let Seonah know that she knows about her being a maid before and that's Seonah's wear point for sure - I wonder if Yohan wanted Seonah took come after him with vengeance and that's why he leaked it?
I'm getting worried for Elijah's safety though bc Yohan himself even told Seonah about her
Anyway, I think I hate the acting of Seonah less now than I previously did, so the fact that I find her character fascinating and sympathetic is coming out more
Ep 11 (June 4)
This time I at least wrote a few paragraphs before coming back, I've only got 5 hours till the due date and this episode is about to take up 1.5-2 hours.
ah the autopsy
The Minister is too cocky on her high horse, she does not know Seonah whatsoever, the way she's degrading her
ah foolish Yohan sleeping in public
Seonah with the blade omg
the way they interact with each other ahhh like Yohan forcibly remaining calm and relaxed while Seonah's got a blade in her hand and talking so softly and their eye contact
and Yohan basically daring her with the blade and eyes closed and taking her to his house as a guest this is crazy i kinda hope they fuck in there aw her eyes :<
but once again i hope she doesn't interact with or do anything to Elijah
now it's like well Yohan also has two hands <3 having dinner with Gaon on his left and Seonah in front of him
oh yeah does Seonah remember that Gaon looks like Isaac or no?
D: nooo I do feel bad for Seonah how did I even get here but here o.o eyes ever since she came to the house and seen everybody be a family only to be shattered when she realizes that she's being played with when Nanny comes and she's exposed, Yohan you're terrible!!
the necklaceeeeeee omg Yohan what are you playing atttttt he's really taking advantage of her desire to belong to this house and that place
and of course Seonah knows it's a trick but she's so tempted. i hope she's indeed tempted and that it makes her fall in the end but that she takes a gooood swing at Yohan before that
hmm what are these Foundation people planning on doing with Judge Oh? being their spokes person?
Yohan looks like a little stableboy with his sispenders and hair, watching them play Jenga
Yohan is so puppy looking cat-personality I die
oof, Seonah's aligning herself with Minister and rip Yohan's actress who testified against Minister's son is being brought up
oh nooo they've captured the actress' mother. mean Seonah
I hope the actress somehow lets Yohan know or something bc rip or somehow finesse the Minister and Seonah
ahhhh okayyyyyyyyyy so did Seonah and Yohan plan this?
literally like you should have treated the maid/secretary nicely Minister
damn Minister straight up wants to murder Yohan lol but in the end seems like she can't kill with her own hands
oh yeah I forgot that Yohan was looking for those files on the Foundation leaders and the president
ah they've got more in the cards for Minister
ah there really is everything from every side for Minister. the actress, Do Yeong Min & the prison guard there, multiple cases of abuse against defendants, Young Min apparently on drugs as the president knows
the gun on Minister's desk freaks me out ngl I'm like oh she might kill Yohan but also what if she kills herself and now I'm like what if she kills Suhyeon lol
oh she's crying and looking at the family photo I wonder if she really is considering killing herself, or if her love for life is stronger
ah, as expected she committed suicide
don't fucking touch her or step on her blood bruv
omg Gaon really said we must find the files and started rummaging around her clothes and her dead body, he is horrifying, even Yohan's a bit disturbed by it from the looks of it
duh Suhyeon would find them like this + she'd previously said she'd turn Gaon in if he did something bad, so
no like the scene of Yohan looking disturbed as Gaon is literally maneuvering the dead body of about 5 seconds and looking through her clothes for the files woah I didn't realize I'd like it so much. When he has finally succeeded in turning Gaon over to his side but is surprised by the cruelty in him
Ep 12 (June 4)
I finished my assignment!
ah Suhyeon lets them go and even wipes Gaon's handprint from the table woah this is what Yohan always means by opportunity because even righteous Suhyeon wavered despite what she told Gaon before about arresting him if he did something bad
yknow the fact that Suhyeon was so one-note law and righteousness this whole time kinda makes this choice more impactful
the president got the files oof
aw fuck Suhyeon even told Gaon to never face her again
ah, Yohan's pretending he's greedy for the same things that Seonah/others would be greedy for - with the presidential candidate and dream village business
damn even the right-hand man warning Gaon that don't get involved with Yohan or else you'll lose everything, including yourself
Yohan's crazed eye look while talking to Gaon about the plans and cutting out Suhyeon but Gaon saying Suhyeon's his world
this breakup ass montage
ah fuck Elijah D:
Yohan even telling Elijah that Gaon's not her father but then coming to apologize
the president is really just threatening no election, no democracy
agh ofc they'd be like "oh? Seonah you slept with Yohan?" and the president humiliating and yelling at her even though she's been the brains behind the soooo many things
please this intense scene where Yohan's running and thinking about everything with Gaon followed by a vitamin or whatever PPL ad is so
okayyy so Gaon briefly came back to the house? and made a meal?
This breakup ass flashback T.T the fuck
"It's okay if humanity gets destroyed, if you guys are here" he think about Gaon and Elijah? broooo my found family give it back!!!!!!
why is Min Jeong Ho's mind so one track though? Like he's not wrong about the live court brining in unrest but he's not the only one and the president and foundation are also extremely relevant proponents
oh who's tracking Yohan's right-hand man? oh seonah's girl
rip, she's going against Yohan again despite trying to protect him
so indeed the bamboo spear guy is the one who attacked the prof min jeong ho in the name of Yohan when he's not even actually a fan
oof Seonah's threw away the necklace, we really are going head on huh?
omg? they're fucking up the people in the slums, this is what the Foundation wants
ah stupid Yohan, does he still think Seonah's in his clutches? I hope she gets to fuck him up good before she loses or dies or what else
ah so she's captured Yohan's right-hand man too, I hope he survives, I liked him
damn, Yohan's even got loyalty to his right-hand man. he's really become so soft these past episodes
damn, Seonah really killed the right hand man :< and Gaon's being chased by the bamboo spear
where's my comment about how Seonah had lesbian vibes with Judge Oh (esp with the stair fall), some Minister scenes and some with her right-hand? Anyway, she got a good swing with Yohan and is really hurting him where he hurts, which was what I wanted
Ep 13 (June 4)
1 last episode for the night and weekend before Monday starts again tomorrow </3
poor guy Yohan's right-hand man
pls if something happened to Elijah I'll rip Seonah apart piece by piece
oh fuck all of Yohan's informants are being taken? ah to dream village where they're fucking taking all the poor people and people they don't want
oh? so the others who weren't the actress who just woke up were able to escape, that's good
bro why would you not be so quick to tell Elijah to not let Seonah in specifically and then now, tell her that Seonah's the one who shot you and to never let her in again like pls
awkward ass kiss for Suhyeon and Gaon ah pls T.T the aftermath Suhyeon's so cute
ah Judge Oh being used for all this as the spokesperson
everything is so chaotic and erratic in this country now
what's Yohan planning? what does he even have?
Judge Oh now that her eyes have been opened, hope she does well
tell me what grandma said about the right nowwwwwwww
man I was like yknow I don't think the romance is that forced between Gaon and Suhyeon but this confession stuff is making me annoyed because there are more things I'm curious about right now!! but I guess now is as good ofa time as any since everything's in crisis and Suhyeon probably gonna die in the next few eps
ah who is this joseph guy, does he know who set the fire? is it seonah?
yes Judge oh let's go and also now that Yohan's power has dwindled compared to before, his people have to barge into the control room with guns to be able to control the narrative and broadcast lol
also their priest-like robes
pretty cool broadcast
i also don't get what's the phone light supposed to do
woah some lighting and effects and broadcasting power. Yohan looked otherworldly standing up there
oh what the fuck D: that's such a wasteful death for suhyeon no no no and we also don't know what Joseph thing she found out about, was that joseph?
man what's up with the look Yohan's giving Gaon and Suhyeon
Ep 14 (June 5)
I'm watching this in my lunch break but this time my break is split in 2 so I can only watch for 30 mins T.T and then watch the other 40 mins later
ah so she's dead fr rip why they gotta kill her to further Gaon smh her entire character was just Gaon
would Seonah actually go along with the president releasing a virus in poor neighborhoods?
pls Yohan trying to get Gaon to eat
ahh Elijah too even saying ramen, they are so uncle and niece
ah back from the mid-lunch work hour
ahhh Seonah thinking about the poor people and the welfare girls with terrible upbringings D:
Seonah's been drinking so much, is this a new development?
I read on the on-air thread accidentally that apparently Gaon stops the electric chair or something, so I guess he's gonna stop the execution of Bamboo Spear ah I wish I hadn't known that
him using the likes to charge the electricity in electric chair is genuinely fucked wtf
the professor is so hyperfocused on Yohan that it's like? why doesn't he also take as much issue with presidency and the foundation? like they did all this riot and beating and murdering of the poor and no peep from prof, it'd be an oversight if he doesn't end up having been on their side this whole time or something
oh it's kinda interesting "what if Suhyeon saw you murdering someone with Yohan in front of her?" and it's a flashback to her finding them with Minister's body
ah, what's the president planning
he really did look otherworldly back then, Yohan standing up there watching somebody be beaten in his name, waiting for a victim
oh the president is just pulling a trick to make Bamboo Spear not talk and then let him die at the hands of Yohan and the nation with trust in the president
oh that's so harsh, the citizens are pressing and he's just getting more and more shocked omg fuck
ah fuck Gaon really did go behind Yohan's back this time and publicly too
bruh agh i was reading the on-air thread of eps 13-14 and someone was like prof better be working for foundation the way he's going against Yohan and then there was update like haha i was right bitches with no spoilers, warnings, nothing like fuck you
man actually fuck this cuz someone predicted elijah started the fire and then someone's out here commenting that they're absolutely right! like fuck you x2 and also someone was commenting like why are you commenting and spoiling here
Ep 15 (June 5)
I have 3-ish hours to watch these 2 episodes
ah this professor agh
lol the president's allies being like ah he's ruthless
people in the ep 13/14 on-air thread were soooo frustrated by Gaon (and they have been for a while) but like I get him? There might've been a better way to go about this but he needed to stop this. people were playing around with flogging but now everybody has a chance to take part in killing somebody? and Bamboo Spear wasn't even saying anything, so he would've just been killed and for what?
i mean yohan's self-pity is also self-pity of the powerful
hmm the president saying that the prof thinks it's yohan's fans who hurt him but it was indeed him and bamboo spear but does this mean prof isn't working for them? or it's like he's working for the foundation but only seonah knows or something
pls Elijah with "if you get caught, this house will be mine" and Yohan with "It's always been yours, from the beginning"
Seonah kill the president plsssss painfully, horrifically make him regret everything!!
Beautiful, evil, scheming, cunning Seonah
oh, he did say they set up chief justice of supreme court, so indeed he's working for the foundation, president just didn't know about it?
yknow I don't like the way Yohan talks to Seonah sometimes. very cruel and condescending about her upbringing and I don't like how he looks down on her in a way he doesn't on the men
he made her cry?! you fuck! who would have thought i'd have so much love for Seonah by the end
the truth will surely resonate with the people, right?
oh hooo that man left a winner after that speech, huh?
I saw a gif of Gaon trying to stab Yohan or something, so I wonder if Joseph or whoever has been paid off to say that Yohan caused it or something and give Gaon a reason to think that Yohan killed Suhyeon? what if even that grandma lady was paid off bc how'd she suddenly hear that somebody saw him in a random neighbourhood in seoul
last night? yohan's man came to you last night? I'm guessing he's lying but I suppose it could be someone other than K and Yohan wants to make sure nobody knows Elijah's set that fire accidentally
whose house is this? Gaon's own house? that man Joseph's house?
oh damn they got Joseph
bruh we've got Gaon looking through another dead body huh?
ah it really is Yohan's number rip Gaon but Yohan doesn't seem to recognize it? he just asked hello a few times and seems confused
ah Yohan stopped the knife and is bleeding just like Suhyeon
damn, Gaon even called prof and cops? or no? if not, how did they know?
ah, rip Gaon you really fell onto the Foundation's trap but clever cunning forward-thinking Seonah really saw Gaon and knew exactly how to play him
i hope the prof dies so bad just terribly terribly terribly
Gaon was Yohan's weakness, ah
pls Elijah have somehow recorded it all or something idk
ah so the woman and Joseph said the truth but the last car thing was Seonah's doing
as expected, Elijah set it all on fire accidentally
oh no, she only came out right now, no chance she knows what went on
Seonah having Yohan on his knees and pleading and desperate and saying she's only ever wanted to have him look at her like that, Seonah you are so real - although his screams are too loud and harsh for me
you can't decide to die Gaon!!!! you've got to save them!!!
I think the fact that they made Yohan so flawed yes appealing with the sad background and soft touches and loyal and caring and well-meaning and seeker of justice has made me latch onto Seonah even more because she's just evil with soft spots for like young women and is lonely but she's ruthless and cunning.
Ep 16 (June 5)
I didn't stop at all, onto the next ep! oh it's 95 minutes lol
I do know that Yohan has to save Gaon from a bomb though and says "I was too late, huh?"
Gaon said last ep that he's decided to die and now he's saying he'll get Yohan back even if it kills him ummm I don't like that but I also don't think Gaon died bc I feel like I'd be spoiled for that in ep 13/14 and also I was a smiley gif of Yohan from like ep 16 probably and he might be in jail in that idk but yeah it wasn't tragic looks so
oh Elijah T.T poor girl
ah Gaon you cannot be hoping this cop guy would help you much but I believe you've got this
oh yeah it's a prison outfit that I saw Yohan smiling in that gif - so indeed I guess this smile gif could be before Gaon dies but I still don't think that'd be true
oh dumbass prof is actually just stupid lacking braincells 0 thoughts in his head bc I thought he was a more diabolical player in the foundation but he was just sooo one track mind about Yohan and live court that he was tricked up Seonah too agh stupidity like at least Gaon can see that everything is corrupt and Yohan's not the only one causing chaos but this fucker is so hopeless
Seonah's smoking scene slight parallel to Minister's
damn, president and wife are scheming fr, what are they doing at the weekend village and is the wife planning on leaving the other foundation members there?
ah that photo of Yohan sitting in the sun is what I saw in that gif
ah, Gaon in a food box lol
this is giving me slight Squid Game vibes. it really is quite dystopian, like the YA novels from before
oh, they got the actress girl in Yohan's squad in here
I hope somehow whatever Gaon's recording can be transmitted outside immediately like live bc he must have accounted for not getting back, right?
ah the powerful's slow-mo laughter again
these men are sooooo "i don't like aggressive women like Seonah and Minister" "lowly maid" die die die die fuckers
I know Gaon can't just leave this girl who he knows but this is scary
okayyy miss nurse
I think it'd be fun if they used Seonah to spread the word or something because she has heart for the people here and wants these bastards in her clutches too
awww that girl T.T aww Seonah regretting her actions T.T
he's not really dead, right? That makes no sense and it's too early. I wonder whose plans this fake news was
oh wtf Gaon is the one who attached his fucking bomb to himself
of course hero Yohan comes to save the day
now kiss?
Yohan is so beautiful idk what to do, how old is he exactly because he might be the oldest man thus far who I'vebeen enamoured b due to looks. omg he's 46 well he doesn't look it
no way they forgot the fucking Dke app right? pls T.T
imagine being a random citizen though like mans is a ray of hope amongst chaos and corruption, turns out he fucking murdered someone too, ends up getting murdered, than his face is back on your screen and big screens like
also what has the mibo group dude been planning or thinking up or what? like he's been suspicious the past few scenes
pls 10 million likes on Dike app, he's such a showmaster till the end
ah so mnbo group mans indeed spoke with yohan and co. to get them all in the room
I was actually thinking it reminds me of the electric chair voting thing but he recreated the fire church from a decade ago
ahhh the chaos of the powerful once again, these scenes are so fun
yesssssss Seonahhhhh blast his fucking brains out
"Is it the two of us, in the end? Come with me, Seonah-ya (katchi gaja seonah-ya)" while Seonah points a gun at him and he's ready to blow everything up
noooo she died before 2/3 of the men did???? fucking hell she should've killed the other 2 first, no? why did both the cool women shoot themselves in the head and did she die because she couldn't kill Yohan? hope not
oh my dear Seonah TT This show doesn't know what to do except make women die for their men they love. I wish Yohan also liked her just a bit considering she loved him a fair amount
i keep thinking the bomb isn't actually real or something but who knows tbh
damn, the way Yohan threw Gaon out, I guess the bomb is truly real
but would the people really do it when they know that their judge would die too? or is the broadcast over and they just think only those criminals are in the room?
bomb escape plan?
girl would Yohan and Elijah just leave to Switzerland by themselves? what about my trio of found family huh?
Gaon having to do judge duties amongst everybody now ah so
why is this Gaon looking for Yohan like Strangers From Hell lol
Gaon going after Yohan in the airport ah
bro you're supposed to kiss now what is this staring at each other from a few feet away
man sad ass ending for Gaon
Overall:
The script was apparently even gayer
Good show but after 2 days, I don't think it's one that will haunt me unless I guess I rewatch it and fall in love even more.
Cool concept with the live court, I liked how it played with the viewers and the in-show audience. It was also wild to see people pressing the button to kill somebody or how the flogging was emulated in public.
Ji Sung was a great actor to play Yohan, he's beautiful, he's charming, he's intimidating, he can play both arrogant and cute. Probably the oldest man who I've been attracted to lol, he was like 45-ish here. I think he was an interesting character for sure, though by the end we were getting a hero treatment with him and his tragic story. I'm still aghast at the fact that he was going to get the whole country to kill this dude. He's my puppy cat cutie though and he was a clever schemer, so I forgive.
Seonah my beloved like I don't even know what to say. I hated her acting soooo much in the beginning, it was making my skin crawl and I talked about it in every fucking scene she was in but by the end, she might be my favourite character, who knows. I wish she fucked people up just a bit more when Yohan or the chairmen/president fucks berated her for being a maid or were condescendingly misogynistic. She was so clever and cunning and forward thinking and fearless, yet with hints of loneliness and care for young girls, she was a great villain ah <3
Gaon was fine to be honest, I think people were frustrated by him but I felt like his inability to trust Yohan made sense considering Yohan's a sick bastard and people who he trusted more distrust Yohan.
I wish the girls Judge Oh and Suhyeon were given more depth and utility because they were very flat characters who had some usage sometimes but were often just out of the loop and had little impact on the narrative. agh. Minister was a badass though, that scene of her with the cigar and the idol boys falling over themselves to light it is engraved in my mind. The scene of Seonah shaving Yohan is also engraved in my mind.
Seonah x Yohan sicko dynamic is so good I love it so much - the shaving scene, the way Yohan would trick Seonah in the later episodes by speaking softly cutely to her (although I wish he was less condescending towards her agh), her goal to make him as lonely as she was ahhh I wish they fucked. Suhyeon x Gaon could have really been bodyguard gf x princess bf but alas, they had like a day together after kissing lol
Yohan and Gaon were so homoerotic, this was expected from the reviews. Ah, there were some scenes that were just? truly how could this be not romantic?
I loved Yohan, Elijah, and Gaon so much. Both the uncle-niece relationship and their little found family trio. The meals, the family games, their fun and sarcastic conversations, I'm heartbroken that in the end, Gaon is all alone without these 2, with a dead best friend and a traitor of a mentor being a judge in a system that's just as corrupt.
Rating: 7.5/10 7/10 - same as Strangers From Hell [Jan 25, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating my top shows: 7.5 -> 7]
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The lovely muse; nature
I think most of us can remember being a kid and drawing a big flower with five pink petals with a sun in the corner of the page. This common experience goes to show that nature is the purest form of inspiration, the gift of beauty giving us the urge to recreate (Beck et al. 2018, p. 85) . Nature has continued to inspire me far past my days of drawing bright blue skies with crayon-scribble grass, and it remains my muse for the art I create today.
Plants and sea life have been my main focus of interpretation, I love to apply nature to obscure concepts and play with surrealism. I believe my artistic interpretation of art centres around the gift of provocation, I want to create art that makes people apply their own meanings to it (Beck et al. 2018, p. 85). A personal favourite painting I have made is titled “Keeping you at arms reach”, where I incorporate hands with a venus fly trap. The inspiration behind this was the long stem that venus fly traps grow for their floral organs, far away from their lower chomping mouths. These flowers are kept high, as to not capture any beneficial pollinating insects, ensuring their chance of reproduction. This fact inspired me to think of human relationships and keeping people away from the painful realities deeper down, the things that could drive others away. I feel that this example perfectly encapsulates how I use art to interpret nature, to use an organism with no human expression to showcase human ideologies.
I believe that using nature as an inspiration for art drives me to be a better interpreter. When a plant such as a pitcher plant inspires me, I learn more about it and explore reasons behind certain characteristics. This curiosity opens new doors to learning, and through this I have more information added to my interpretation toolbag. Having broad ranges of knowledge also makes me more adaptable to various groups of people! Kid that asks how mushrooms grow out of trees? I have learned about that! Adult who wonders if the bird they’re seeing is a crow or a raven? I can give them an annoying amount of information!
Associating the tangible elements of my surroundings to attach a story/meaning through art makes me happy and aids in my ability to provide interpretation to those around me (Beck et al. 2018, p. 88). Although I do associate my own specific meanings to my art, I rarely share those meanings to others. I prefer to hear what they believe the concept to be, and it makes me so excited when people interpret my art in a way I never would have thought of myself. Thank you for reading, I wanted to leave off with a recent painting I did and possibly hear some of your interpretations!
Beck, L., Cable, T.T., & Knudson, D.M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage for a better world. Sagamore Publishing LLC.
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this is just an idle thought but like.....im a redhead with long, moderately wavy hair and just--- with the chain, i almost worry of the memories theyd be reminded of T.T
loz just loves ginger love interests that vary from tragic-ness, i guess???
Well let's count how many of them know of, and were sweet on a redhead.
Link's who love(d) a redhead:
Time, Twilight, Wild, Legend, Hyrule, Four
I'm counting Hyrule because of one of the Zelda's. I don't remember if she's the "First" or not, (as in her title) but it counts. I don't know about Wind enough to say and Warrior's redheads belong to other Links. Sky has Groose, sure. But I don't think the whole tragic history part plays there.
Given that more than half, two thirds of the group are attached to redheads in a degree and are protective of them and multiple have watched them suffer in one way or another, I think it's safe to say that they are going to project.
I don't think they're even aware they're doing it.
Warrior knows though and Sky too. They can both see the way they react. It's a bit over bearing at times.
I wish you luck XD
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MAG 16
I saw the title and was like "oh god…"
Trivia: It's called Arachnophobia, calling it a fear. But it's actually most associated with disgust. It's the same for me. I'm not afraid of them. I am repulsed by them.
"It’s not the sight of a spider that gets me, not the legs or the eyes" - Nope, that already does is for me. In RL that is. I stagger backwards, my whole body screaming at me to get as much distance as I possibly can between that thing and me.
"It’s the presence of a spider. The knowledge of its being, somewhere near, waiting to crawl on you" - Yes, also this… It's one of the worst things, discovering a spider in my house and then lose sight of it. I usually avoid that room or area for the next hours then.
"and all the warning you get that gentle tickle of its legs as it climbs upon you." - PLS have mercy! T.T I hate this! I had a huuuge spider crawl up my leg when I was a young teen and at first I didn't bother to look when I felt it tickling but then it would stop and I looked and I fell of my chair, losing the spider and I was so scared to sleep in my room that night. I sleep with a night light since I was… 10 I think? So I can see the spiders at night… I'm fucking 31 years old! In our house all beds are positioned under roof slopes and somehow they always sit on that slope directly over the bed. Worst of it all, I once awoke, lying on my stomach, looking over my shoulder to see if my cat is there and I shit you not, there was a spider sitting on my should watching me sleep! It even bit me when I brushed it off (Not that surprising considering that I "attacked" it). I had night terrors for a week, waking up multiple times a night, panicking… I often dream about spiders jumping at me, grabbing me so firmly that they can't be shaken off…
I have a suspicion that the Hunt, the real Hunt not a normal cat, is actually effective against the Web. I first thought about this, when friends told me their Husky slurped a huge spider from the wall while casually walking by. I will get more into this at MAG 56: Children of The Night.
"Our building had acquired something of an infestation of some sort of insect I didn’t recognise – small, silvery worms, almost like maggots, but slightly longer – and I assume that they provided a good meal for the eight-legged little monsters." - OMG how this I miss this on all my relistens! And yes, we know from MAG 46, that the spiders eat the worms: "I think I saw some of the larger specimens actually eating the remains of the worms."
It's interesting how often the "mandibles" of this spider are mentioned. Spiders don't actually have mandibles. They have something that's called… chelicerae <.<
"There, sat upon it, black against the glowing background, was a spider." - This reminds me… When I watched Johnny English (haha, very fitting) in theater back in 2003… the entirety of the movie, a fat huge spider sat on the screen. My mum asked me how the movie was when she picked me up and I was "Terrifying, there was a spider on the screen the whole time."
"at that point it felt almost involuntary, as though some something were lifting me, hoisting me to my feet by unseen strings. " <.<
"Can you be haunted by the ghost of a spider that destroyed your childhood?" - Gosh, that line hit so close now. I love the foreshadowing in this episode.
Post statement was the moment (I even heard of a few others feeling the same way when they reached this episode) to fully snap at Jon. Like how ignorant do you have to be to think that a body would become completely encased in web after a week! I even angrily messaged my sister, who recommended TMA to me, why this stupid idiot even works at the Magnus Institute, if he doesn't believe even half of the tape statements (she just told me to keep listening, and if I wanted to hear Jon actually believing someone, I should briefly skip forward to MAG 22. And of course, MAG 22 was the episode that finally fully reeled me in and didn't let go of me again). Now, of course, I know that this statement makes so much sense for Jon to pull out his biggest denial mask…
A hard statement for all spider deniers indeed
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Hello again, Ally! 🥰
Here to request more Clavis 'Lulu' Lelouch content 🙈
May I pretty please with the sweetest of cherries on top request: 15 + Clavis + sfw? I'm really curious as to how he'd react to finding a lost child. I wonder how good he's with children 🤔
Thank you so much, cutie pie!
I'll be back for more great content from you muahahaha 😈
Huehuehue I love this stupid prompt. I also love how this prompt made it into the IkeVamp story event recently for Arthur. It melted my hearttttttt.
BUT. Now on to Clavis.
Now he shall melt your heart. And mine T.T
Title: Tenderhearted
Pairing: Clavis/MC
Rating: SFW, T (for general plotting of shenanigans)
Prompt: Literally finding a child.
Tags: lost child, impromptu child care, crying child, comfort, soft!Clavis is !soft, sweet fluff
It was a sound he’d heard, of course, though he wasn’t sure the last time he heard it at the palace and in the gardens, no less. He could hear a small child crying. A tug pulled in his chest and against his better judgement, Clavis was walking straight towards the crying. He groaned internally as he simultaneously shoved the small... presents... he had for Sariel into one of the interior pockets of his coat. Pranking would have to wait, as much as it pained him to do so. He came into a small clearing within a cluster of pink rose bushes and saw the little boy there and his internal monologue contradicted his every movement. “Hey, little one. Where did you come from, hm?” He did his best to put on a calming, genuine smile to soothe the toddler, if Clavis was to guess his age. No more than five by the looks of it. The little boy began to cry less and stared up at the third prince, hiccuping slightly.
“I-I los’ mama!” As soon as the words left his lips, the boy began to cry more earnestly, rubbing at the tears that streamed from his eyes. Gods, he was going to regret this if anyone saw. Clavis hushed him quietly and reached out to hold a little hand.
“Well. It just so happens that I’m one of the princes here. And did you know that all of the Princes of Rhodolite are very good mama finders?” He asked gently, smiling without realizing it as the boy began to calm down again. “I’ll help you find your mama, little one. What’s your name?”
“E-Ezra,” he answered, coughing and sniffling as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his other arm. “You’re really gonna help me find mama?” Clavis grinned and nodded, standing next to him. He was quite glad Ezra was able to reach his hand as well. No stooping today. His smile faltered as he saw someone who, by the looks of it, had seen far too much of this interaction.
Emma.
She looked as shocked as he did, thankfully. Though it wasn’t long before she began to grin and Clavis thought to himself that maybe being... regrettably a little soft wasn’t the worst thing in the world. “Ah! And over here, we have our darling Emma. I’m most certain that if we ask her nicely that she’d be willing to help us.” A small laugh came from Emma as she approached them finally; Clavis could see a million questions swirling behind her eyes. Ezra’s eyes went wide as he saw her and gasped a little, quickly looking to Clavis and tugging on his arm. Clavis made a small noise before looking down to him again.
“I bet she can! She looks kinda like mama! Her hair is the same!” Ezra half-shouted excitedly, almost all traces of a meltdown gone barring the dried tear tracks on his face. Clavis grinned and looked to Emma who seemingly could see what was about to spring forth from his lips.
“Ah. More beautiful than any rose in all of Rhodolite, then. Good. We have something to start with,” his grin grew wickedly as Emma began to blush. He offered his elbow to her and she raised a brow. “Come now, Emma. We must find Ezra’s mama. It’s of the utmost importance.” Relenting, Emma nodded.
“I was actually out here looking for Ezra,” she said lightly, smiling down at the little boy as they began to walk back to the palace. “I’d heard from the maids that the young Marquise de Paradis’ son had gotten lost on the way to tea.” Ezra looked a little embarrassed but Emma smiled. “But. We’ve found him and his mama, I know, is missing him terribly.” He looked up to her with shining eyes before grinning.
“Well. That settles it! We simply must press on. My little gift for Sariel can wait until tomorrow!” Emma blinked and looked to Clavis, a slow realization coming to her face. She was about to speak but bit her tongue as she remembered their company.
“ ‘S that the scary guy with glasses?” Ezra asked, looking confused as Clavis started laughing. Oh this was good. This was almost too good.
“It is, it is! Ah, well. I suppose him witnessing this won’t be the worst travesty I’ve ever witnessed.” ‘I may never live it down. But... its worth it,’ he trailed off in thought, keenly aware of the softer look Emma was giving him now. “Anyways. Time to find mama!” Ezra cheered and Emma laughed a little, her grip on his arm barely tightening. Clavis’ heart clamored in his chest (it had a bad habit of doing that whenever Emma was around) as they continued on.
‘I suppose there are worse things. That smile isn’t one of them, thats for sure.’
#ikepri#ikemen prince#clavis#clavis lelouch#clavis x reader#Clavis x mc#ally answers asks#UGH IM STARTING TO GO SOFT FOR THIS DASTARDLY MAN I LOVE IT#AND I HATE IT#Its like Mitsuhide all over again#damn it
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Who The Hell Taught You That Word? (for Jimin)... ((I guess Imma end up doing all the members lmao T-T))
warnings: language, kissing (just smoochies :))), mentions of... achem- Intercourse. Jimin's daughter sassing them lol ((I BEG- TRY TO COME UP WITH YOUR OWN IDEA and DON'T TAKE MINE? Please?))
PARK JIMIN!FEM READER (I promise I have gn stuff, you just gotta look T.T) Wc; 505
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I am in no way trying to portray the following idol negatively in any way whatsoever, tho I do think Mr. Park would make a wonderful dad. :)
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A/n: Ok, ok, the gif isn't mine, cuz... I dunno how to do that yet, BUT THE FIC IS ALL MINE. I got the title from a writing prompt site called 'Kpop Fic Prompts' and I'm not even joking... This is for Chim. I did one for Jk so CHECK IT OUT. Or don't... Idc. ToT I hope this doesn't offend anyone... I mean, it shouldn't, but... ya know... people, ig. (You're [_____], btw)
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"So you did miss me?" Jimin secured his arm around _____'s waist, grinnin' like a maniac.
"Of course I did. Who wouldn't miss the sexiest man to walk the Earth?" _____ smirked at his shy appearance, kissing his cheek.
"Nah," he blushed, nestling his face in her neck. "I don't deserve you, babygirl." Gosh, _____ loved seeing Jimin in this state. WEAK. Just for her.
"Heeheehee..." she giggled. She placed a sloppy, wet kiss on Jimin's forehead, leading him to respond with a similar one to her lips. And another one. And another one. And another... much longer one.
"Mmhm..." _____ cooed. She pushed her lips a bit deeper into his, sending the blood flying through Jimin's body. These moments were the ones he cherished more than any others. With his girl.
_____ cupped the side of his face with her hand, tilting her head at precisely the right angle to get the taste of his lips in full. Jimin slid his left hand up her shirt, using his right hand to draw little circles on her cheek. He parted her lips with his tongue, a tiny, but accidental gasp slipping through her lips. Jimin tried his best not to smile, but her red cheeks drove him over. He grinned a little on her lips, pulling her shirt over her head, and then reconnecting. This kiss was more passionate now... Spicier. Needier.
"What in the shit-" came a small voice. Startled, _____ pulled away, sliding her shirt back over her head.
"Who's th- Kbug?"
Don't laugh. Dooooon't laugh.
"Were you guys about to have sex?" Their daughter tilted her head innocently.
"Uh... Chim?" _____ turned to her husband.
"Uh-" Jimin stifled a snicker. "Baby, who the hell taught you that word?"
"Jimin..." _____ smacked her head.
"Which one?" she grinned.
"Both!" _____ actually seemed a bit irritated at this point.
"Ohhhh... Daddy taught me. Well, he didn't teach me, but I heard him say it a lot when you guys were wrestling on Sunday. Oh, wait..." she paused, thinking. "Were you guys having sex then?" Her giggle only echoed pure curiosity, as Jimin tried to hide his burning cheeks and fully erect... little brother.
"No, honey... We were- Uh... What did you call it?"
"Wrestling?" she giggled.
"Yeah... Yeah... Er, wrestling." _____ scratched the back of her neck, glancing toward Jimin. "And just where do you think you're going, sir?" He was halfway to the bathroom, cupping his crotch, clearly flustered.
"Heheh... I, uh- Gotta take care of something." and he was gone.
"When you guys first wrestled, did Daddy lose?" D/N whispered. _____ smirked. She thought about the first... match (lmaoooo), and how badly they wanted a kid. When she found out she was pregnant, Jimin was ecstatic, which also explains D/N and D/N's older brother, (who was out with friends:).
_____ picked up her daughter, sitting her on their bed.
"Well, kiddo- I think we both won."
hOpE yOu EnJoYeD!
P.S.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, kiddo?"
"Why did you wrestle with no clothes?"
"Jimin!" He scurried off. "Dude!"
"Heheh... I gotta take care of something else."
FIN!
#park jimin#jimin ff#bts x reader#jimin x reader#jimin x fem reader#bts army#jimin as a dad#bts scenarios#park jimin fanfic#jimin scenarios#park jimin bts
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Surprise!
A Stray Gods wallpaper for your phone!
When we were at 200k readers on Wattpad I promised a surprise and told you all I was working on something special. It took a while (a long while, sorry) but it's finally finished!
I hope you will all enjoy it, because my husband and I really worked hard on it. All the works have been created with original images of the boys, with their own faces, hair and often even hands. I know they are not perfect, but I hope we managed to do them justice and help make the story come to life a little <3.
All of the images are available to download in high resolution quality (were you will find a widgets and nonwidgets version) for FREE via my ko-fi page.
Please DO NOT crop out the title or my name, thank you!
Thank you all so much once again for your love and support (even though I know I update slow T.T). I promise updates will come in the future, and the story will be finished and not abandoned, but since I have a busy life I just do not have as much time to spend on it as I wish I did.
Lots of Love
Dolly
#fanfic#stray gods#fan fiction#fanfiction#stray kids#skz#straykids#seunie#seungmin#kim seungmin#skz fanfic#incorrect skz#skz art#skz fanart#skz scenarios#skz imagines
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9 People I'd like to know better
Tagged by; @bluebird1348 - this might be the first time i’ve ever been picked for one of these info memes XD
Last song; "rise from the ashes” no musician listed so i’m a bit miffed about that but it’s in this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndDCnjOWIaI&list=RDsJJ4OoFooak&index=27&t=4035s - i require different forms of audio stimulus to keep my brain occupied so that i can actually do things, like draw. this usually means a combo of ‘random background noise of people talking and laughing’ (ie, various ‘let’s plays’) AND music at the same time, but right now this ‘epic’ music has been enough.
Currently watching; nothing really, but the last thing i did was re-watch the original digimon adventure anime. also tried to watch ghost game but got so bored of it, might go back and just watch the final 3 episodes tho cuz they supposedly had actual plot.
Currently reading; i don’t feel like this counts but it’s as close as i’ve got to an actual answer to this question since i don’t have the attention span to read books anymore- a bunch of webcomics and the digimon dreamers manga. tho that last one i pretty much skipped ahead to the part where wizardmon shows up in a fan scanlation, so now i have to wait for the official translation to catch up before i can really get into it again T.T
https://www.gunnerkrigg.com/
https://www.wildelifecomic.com/
https://www.monster-pulse.com/goldenboar
https://digimon.net/digimondreamers/en/
Current obsession; digimon - wizardmon in particular. rewatched the anime, realized wizardmon was my actual first love, had a midlife crisis and bought a ton of figures and cards, and now i’m learning how to draw humans JUST for him. might even actually write/share the self insert ocXcanon character fanfic i’ve made in my head- it’s SO long and kinda raunchy in a super specific way tho so i’ve yet to be convinced it would be worth the effort to transcribe for others.
Tagging; @voodoodo11 @metacosmic-jam @lovedbz1 @theskeletongames @thefloatingstone @darlingemmet @regivapor @kylinvartilo @madmonroe (no actual expectations upon y’all, i just like you and figured from the title i should tag 9 people)
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Price of Love (Ravn x Reader)
Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader (Reader wears a dress as disguise and gets called miss once but like it’s a disguise so... could still be gn)
Requested?: Yes
Genre: Mafia!au, slight angst ig
Trigger Warning!!: mentions of death, mentions of wounds (but no actual injuries in the story), fire
Summary: You’re on a heist to steal precious artwork together with your boss turned boyfriend, but he suddenly changes the plan and leaves you worrying for his safety.
Word Count: 1,528
A/N: Once again I am apologizing that it took mw so long to write this T.T
But like writing is a creative task and sometimes I’m just not creative enough... Anyway I finally made it yayy. Enjoy it :)
Also about the title idk how to name it so yeah they’re at an auction and in love so that was the best I could come up with, sorry -Admin J
As you walked through the entrance of the auction house, you instantly felt as if all eyes were on you.
The clothes you were using as a disguise made you feel uneasy. Usually, people in your line of work didn’t care for what you wore, it was more important if you were holding a loaded gun to their head or a knife to their throat.
But right now, the flowy black dress you were wearing to hide your silhouette, the blonde wig that was tightly secured with a scarf draped over your head and the pearls around your neck, made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet that was still better than exposing who you were to those rich snobs all around you.
“You’re looking pretty. Maybe we should have you wear a dress more often.” The teasing voice of your boss turned boyfriend rang through the earpiece that was hidden under your wig as soon as you sat down at one of the chairs of the auction hall.
As much as you wanted to talk back, you refrained from doing so, to not blow your cover. Looking around you found Ravn dressed up as one of the guards at the side of the stage that would soon present the items for the auction. You ignored the sly smirk on his lips as he watched you.
It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you had seen him smirk like that. You had been found guilty of stealing from a club that belonged to him. Begging on your knees, to stop him from killing you, you advertised yourself to him as best as possible. Saying that whatever dirty work he needed to have done, you’d do it without asking any questions.
And in these past years you did not only manage to earn his respect but also his love.
Which brought you to the current situation, an auction with the finest and most expensive art pieces from all over the world. To top it all off they would be presenting the most expensive diamond ring known to man, but Ravn had made it clear you were only here for the art.
He’s always had this fable for arts, which you couldn’t really understand, many of those drawings looked like the were made by kindergarteners, why would they be that expensive? But if you could make your boyfriend happy by stealing him an ugly but crazily expensive artwork, you’d do it anytime.
As the auction began with the first piece, you were having fun by bidding together with the rich people in the room. Of course, you had no intentions of actually buying any of the items, but it was fun to compete with the rich and push the price to unbelievable numbers.
Once in a while you could feel Ravn sneaking glances at you, to make sure you were doing fine. He was happy to see that you were enjoying toying with other bidders as he knew you weren’t very interested in art, he had feared you would get bored.
When they finally rolled in the last item of the auction after what felt like eternity, you couldn’t take your eyes off the diamond ring. It had been one of your biggest dreams to one day possess a ring like that. The way it made the whole room sparkle as the bright lights of the auction room illuminated it enchanted you.
So when the fire alarm started blaring through the building it ripped you out of your trance and you jumped a little, even if you knew about this plan all along. As the smell of fire and dark smoke spread panic arose, people were trying to storm out of the building as fast as possible the guards guided everyone out of the room to safety until only you were left in the room.
“Miss, you need to leave there’s a fire!” A guard came up behind you. “Oh, shut up!” You declared, knowing fully well it was Xion under that disguise. He laughed and nudged your shoulder as he walked by you to get the artwork from backstage. The auction house was trusting the guards to lock away the art pieces safely in the case of a fire, but there was one thing they weren’t aware of, they all had been replaced by Ravn’s workers.
“The van is at the back entrance; Ravn is getting the fake paintings right now. Put the real ones in this bag and bring them to the car. Tell Leedo to drive right away, Ravn and I will make sure this whole place is burning to the ground. We’ll meet you guys back at headquarters afterwards.” Xion explained as he handed you a bag.
You felt uneasy, this wasn’t the original plan, what happened to taking the paintings, replacing them with fake ones to make everyone think they burned and getting out of there as fast as possible? Why would the two of them stay here any longer than they must? But it wasn’t the right time to question their plan, if Ravn wanted it that way there was nothing you could do.
As you were walking to the bag door, clutching the bag of paintings tightly you actually met Ravn on your way. “Be careful!” You warned him, he was probably fully aware that you didn’t like his decision to stay here instead of coming back to HQ with you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll see you in my office later. I have a surprise for you then.”
Before you could even question what he was talking about he was pressing his lips to yours. For a second the blaring fire alarm and the smell of smoke were completely forgotten as you melted into the kiss, after all there was a possibility, it would be your last. But as the heat in the building was rising, you became aware that you were actually in an actively burning building and it was best to leave, with that the two of you parted and went your ways.
Leedo was already waiting at the back entrance, just as Xion had said. The sliding door of the van open for you to jump right in. He seemed to be aware of the plan as he stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed.
“Why are they staying there?” You asked Leedo as you climbed to the passenger seat of the van. His eyes were focused on the street as he shrugged. He didn’t know either, he was just following the orders Ravn had given.
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Back at the headquarters people were cheering upon seeing you return with the bag full of paintings, usually you would be celebrating with them, but right now you didn’t feel like celebrating anything if Ravn wasn’t by your side. You walked straight to his office. Something in you was wishing that if you opened the door, he would be there waiting for you, but how was that possible. He couldn’t have gotten here quicker than you did. Especially since Leedo was Oneus’ fastest getaway driver.
Just like you thought, his office was empty. You put the bag of paintings down at his neatly organized desk before you let yourself fall back into his black leather chair. A sigh escaped your lips as you were on the verge of crying, you were trying to calm down by telling yourself he had survived so many dangerous situations. Every time he had escaped sometimes with gun wounds, stab wounds even broken bones, he said they were like scratches to him. But Fire? That was something completely different, he couldn’t control that or fight that.
You started pacing around the small office, letting your hand wander over the metal surfaces of his shelves to check for dust, just to distract yourself. Of course, there was no dust, his office was the place he treasured the most, so it had to be spotless.
You were standing with your back to the door as you heard it open, your whole body froze. It scared you, what if you turned around and it wasn’t Ravn standing there, but one of his men telling you he wouldn’t return.
“Y/N.” A breath escaped you that you didn’t even know you were holding. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, they just started flowing. That was his voice! Turning around you rushed into your boyfriends’ arms and hugged him tightly. Your fist hit his chest, “Why did you have to do that? Why couldn’t you just stick to the plan?”
He didn’t answer at first, tightening the hug and stroking your hair. When he was sure you had calmed down, he wiped your tears with his thumb before speaking, “Well the plan didn’t involve getting you this.” He pulled something out of his pocket, it took you a second to realize what it was. The diamond ring!
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” This question alone had you crying again and your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” Ravn chuckled when you parted.
“Of course it is!”
#oneus#oneus x reader#oneus ravn x reader#oneus fanfic#oneus imagine#oneus ravn#oneus mafia!au#oneus scenarios#kpop#kpop x reader#kpop mafia!au#challenge: make the characters say marry me#admin J: no#admin J
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