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saemi-the-dreamer asked:
OTP ask 😉 ! Krisnix: 10, 14, 30, 39, 42 ; Estelanor: 2, 5, 18, 30, 51 please?
Splitting these up into two posts again as I rambled on for way too long. And this way, I can post at least part of it sooner <3. This one is the krisnix one.
Krisnix
10. Describe their first date
They have like three "first dates" lol. The first would be the first time Kristoph invites Phoenix to join him for dinner at the Borscht after Phoenix finishes his shift there (or in-between shifts). Kristoph offers to pick up the check (he will do this on all their subsequent dates as well, and Phoenix doesn't resist in the least). Phoenix *technically* gets an employee discount when he dines at the Borscht but he never uses it with Kristoph--both because he enjoys making Kristoph spend more--and because he knows that Kristoph himself is enough of a snob that he'd hate feeling like a "cheap date" who couldn't afford to pay the proper bill.
Neither of them really expects this to turn into a regular thing. They just happen to be there (either Kristoph was working on a case in the area or purposely sought Phoenix out following the Bar Association's ruling) and be hungry at the same time. So they figure that they might as well eat together and talk through the conversation. And again, both of them are pretty surprised at how agreeable they find each other's company.
Phoenix is much more intelligent and well-read than his unpolished "every man" exterior would suggest--largely due to his time as an arts major. And Kristoph is surprised at how much they have to talk about. He may not be as cultured as Kristoph by a long shot, but he's surprisingly interesting and insightful, nevertheless. And the conversations end up being a lot more stimulating (in more ways than one) and engrossing than Kristoph ever expected.
Meanwhile even though Kristoph Gavin comes across as the coldest, most remote and pretentious person that you've ever met at first (and to be fair, there is a good bit of that in him still), Phoenix is amazed at how full-of-life-and-light Kristoph can be when you catch him on the right topic. He positively gushes about dogs and tells the funniest, warmest stories about Klavier-as-a-small-child. It's rather adorable and super unexpected. He's also surprisingly funny. His wit is much drier than Phoenix's own, and a bit more biting. But still, it's there and it's sometimes irrestitable. Plus, Kristoph is also funny in unintentional ways, given how stiff and formal and seemingly stoic he often is. So much so that Phoenix can't help but look at him and laugh--simultaneously with derision (i.e. "can you fucking believe this guy?") and with genuine affection (i.e.. "it's fucking cute how ridiculous he is without meaning to be.")
Their second "first date" would be the first time that they do something together in a place other than the Borscht Bowl. Neither of them come even close to acknowledging it as a date. This is simply an" outing that we will do together since I enjoy your company and we are sort of 'friends' now." It probably comes about rather organically. Kristoph mentions a different restaurant that he recently tried with Klavier and wonders if Phoenix has ever tried it. (Of course, he hasn't. The entrees cost more than he makes in a given night at the Borscht). Which then naturally extends to Kristoph saying that it's a pity Phoenix hasn't had a chance to go yet, and perhaps, he and Kristoph might go together some evening as friends.
Their third "first date" would be much the same as one of the ones that came before. But with a crucial difference. They are still nowhere near identifying this particular outing as a "date." But since their last "first date," their "friendship" has since extended to include physical intimacy of some kind. Maybe they've had a drunken kiss or two--or maybe they've actually done teh sex. Nevertheless, they are both acutely aware that things are DIFFERENT between them from then on, while also stubbornly refusing to admit to each other that things are different. They know this is a date. They know that they are much more than friends--even ones "with benefits"--but you will never get them to acknowledge this fact. This is just a shared social experience between two men who enjoy each other's company and lips and there is nothing more to it than that. (There is a great deal more to it than that).
Sadly, they never got to the point of a fourth "first date" (i.e. one that they openly acknowledge as a date) in canon, but they still can in my heart.
14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
Both Phoenix and Kristoph are artistically-minded, driven, and very intelligent (albeit in different ways.) As I mentioned in the previous point, Phoenix is somewhat more "cultured" than one would imagine and Kristoph is not *quite* as much of a humorless stick-in-the-mud than he appears. So they actually find that they have a great deal to talk about and can enjoy each other's company. Due to the circumstances that brought them together, there is inevitably a little bit of a facade to their "friendship" but not nearly as much of one as you might think.
In terms of their differences counterbalancing each other, Kristoph's cautious and reserved nature helps reign in some of Phoenix's unhinged impulsiveness. Meanwhile, Phoenix's sense of humor and spontaneity can sometimes force Kristoph to stop taking everything (especially himself) so damn seriously and to open himself up to life outside professional success.
However, it isn't all smooth sailing for them. These same differences can cause friction between them just as often as they smooth it. Moreover, the fact that both men are extremely stubborn also leads to clashes.
As a workaholic and supremely ambitious person in his own right, Kristoph also finds himself frequently frustrated by Phoenix Wright's perceived laziness and lack of ambition. They both know that Phoenix is capable of being more than dubiously sober piano bum and illegal poker player at a mediocre dive bar. So why isn't Phoenix "trying" harder to find something better for himself?
Meanwhile, Kristoph is also trying very hard not to acknowledge that Phoenix's current state is very much Kristoph's own fault. He tries to convince Phoenix to lift himself out of his sorry state, at least in part to ease Kristoph's own conscience.
Kristoph is also very unaware that much of Phoenix's perceived lazy, aimlessness is an act--one carefully tailored to lull Kristoph into a false sense of security so that Phoenix can make his move.
Naturally, the biggest barrier between them is the one that they can never directly acknowledge. Kristoph's role in orchestrating Phoenix's disbarment and Phoenix's complete awareness of this fact. On the rare occasion that the topic comes up indirectly in conversation (ex: any mention of Phoenix's former legal career, Kristoph's Bar Association duties, Trucy's life before Phoenix, media coverage of the so-called "Dark Age of Law,"etc.) things between Kristoph and Phoenix become decidedly more tense than usual. Lots of sarcastic remarks, comments that can be taken in more than one way, and little arguments over matters that would normally not have provoked such a response. Again, they can't ever discuss the real state of things openly so they have their little proxy spats and then quickly try to change the subject.
30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?
Phoenix loves to make Kristoph dress more casually--both because it's cute but also because he thinks it's mentally/psychologically "good" for Kristoph. He will be more relaxed when he wears clothing that is softer, looser, and/or more comfortable. I think Kristoph probably has a Gavinners-branded hoodie or sweatshirt that is leftover merch from Klavier, and Phoenix is constantly trying to persuade him into wearing it--ideally with jeans instead of Kristoph's normal dress pants. He eventually gives in, partly because Phoenix Wright is unbelievably stubborn but also partially because damn it, the sweatshirt (though far too casual for professional use) is very soft and very warm--and Kristoph has always been the sort of person who gets cold easily. And there is something very relaxing and soothing about letting himself dress for warmth and physical comfort instead of trying to impress people. Also he feels much freer to cuddle with Vongole (which is also psychologically very good for him) when he's less concerned about getting dog hair on his nice work clothes.
Kristoph, conversely, likes to dress Phoenix up. Underneath that dreadful hat and sweatshirt, Phoenix Wright is a rather handsome man with nice broad-shoulders, a pleasingly strong jaw, and bright, twinkling eyes. He really should show off his handsome features and physique. And yet, he hides himself in this loose, plebian garb and two days worth of stubble. (Kristoph is in deep denial about how much he likes Phoenix's stubble. Phoenix is completely aware of the effect he has on the other man).
So Kristoph is always looking for excuses to put Phoenix in a suit or even just a button-down shirt with a tie. And sometimes, Phoenix is willing to indulge him, even if it still feels weird to put on his "trial suit" to go anywhere other than courtroom. But he does like reminding Kristoph (and himself) just how nicely he can clean up when he wants to.
(Kristoph is so lucky that he never got to see three-piece suit dilfnix and his waistcoat of sexyness. He would've died of lust on the spot, and all Phoenix would've done was laugh.)
Another "compromise" is that Kristoph is able to talk Phoenix into a bit more often is a short-sleeve polo shirt. A little more dressy than his normal hoodie but still not properly formal.
(Of course, Kristoph never quite thinks through the ramifications of this. He is Victorian level of repressed-yet-horny. And so the instant, Phoenix's bare forearms enter the chat, kristoph.exe promptly stops working.)
39. Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?
Honestly, I think its fairly plausible that either would do this. But honestly, it's much more interesting to think about Kristoph being the one to do it so that's where I'm gonna focus.
This could be a possible backstory for Vongole acquisition. Kristoph's job led him to find the most Beautiful Dog in the World™ left abandoned (and possibly wounded) after her owner died or went to prison. At first, he intends to take Vongole in for a short while until he can find a new home for her. (She's a purebred and a very good girl so Kristoph isn't ready to just dump her in an animal shelter's care and hope for the best). But it's not long until he finds himself just completely enraptured by her and unable to imagine his life without her.
Phoenix, meanwhile, has enjoyed watching this unfold from a bit of a distance. He doesn't meet Vongole officially for awhile, but he notices how quickly Kristoph is completely "puppy-whipped" for her. Kristoph can't stop talking about this "foster" dog he's looking after. He talks about more even than he talks about work--which is saying something. His eyes light up behind his glasses and he can't stop smiling when he's chattering about how SMART and cultured Vongole is, because she sits and listens and wags her tail whenever Kristoph is practicing his violin. And she's so got the most refined palette too. She likes only the best dog food made from the finest ingredients.
It's adorable seeing Kristoph like this, so happy and relaxed and at peace with himself. Even with all the baggage between himself and Kristoph, Phoenix genuinely likes seeing his frenemy in this light and is happy for him.
After a few months worth of Kristoph "fostering" Vongole, he finally announces that he's decided to keep her permanently and Phoenix is all ...
(Phoenix saw this coming about a week after Vongole came into Kristoph's life).
I am also struck by another possible "Kristoph-rescues-a-wounded-animal scenario" as well and would like to discuss it. In this case, I think Kristoph should find and take care of a wounded bird (preferably a baby). I think the most narratively satisfying (i.e. metaphorically resonant) would involve Kristoph having accidentally caused the bird's injury in the first place. Maybe he accidentally hit a passing bird with his car or caused the bird to fall out of its nest and injure itself, while Kristoph was tending to his garden. Kristoph would therefore have to take accountability for having hurt something so beautiful and delicate and would see his nursing the bird back to health as an atonement for his past missteps.
Phoenix, meanwhile, would have very mixed reactions to seeing Kristoph's diligent care for this particular bird. He can't help but feel a little envious seeing Kristoph take responsibility for his harmful actions in this respect, while Kristoph has utterly failed to do the same where Phoenix is concerned. The significance of this being a bird--and Phoenix's own name being a (mythical) bird is not at all lost on him either. But on the other hand, he sees Kristoph being so patient and caring and gentle with this little wounded bird, and Phoenix can't help but love him for it. Can't help but wonder if--if only circumstances were just a little different and if he and/or Kristoph were able to swallow their pride for long enough--maybe Kristoph would have been able to do the same thing with Phoenix after all. But of course, they are doomed by themselves, their anger, and the narrative so this would never happen.
If the bird is unable to be safely released back into the wild after all--or Kristoph is simply unwilling to let the bird go-- it's also possible that the caged blue bird in Kristoph's cell is in fact this very same bird. Which adds some additional metaphorical resonance to the obvious Phoenix-bird parallels. Either Kristoph has already damaged the bird (and Phoenix) so severely and irrevocably that even his most ardent attempts at atonement/undoing the harm are not nearly enough. Or Kristoph has become so mentally and emotionally attached to the bird (and Phoenix) that he refuses to let it fly away from him--especially while Kristoph himself is wasting away in prison.
42. What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
Phoenix most enjoys bright, warm sunny days (especially in the summertime). This is more in general than relating to Kristoph specifically. There is so much more to do when the weather is nice--including a few particular things that he enjoys doing with Trucy and often with Kristoph as well. They've gone berry-picking a few times (on Kristoph's dime), something that neither Kristoph nor Trucy had ever done before and something that they are both pleasantly surprised by. They will go for picnics at the park and talk Kristoph into taking Vongole with them. (Trucy enjoys playing several rounds of fetch with her afterwards). Sometimes, when they have a day at the pool, Kristoph will wear a big, floppy hat to keep the sun off his face, and Phoenix can't help but find it rather endearing.
Kristoph, meanwhile, enjoys the rain. Or more specifically, a steady, lightning-less medium downpour that is heavy enough to keep everyone indoors (and prevent Phoenix from leaving too soon) and water the grass, while still being nowhere near heavy enough for there to be any danger of flooding.
He enjoys taking Vongole for walks after the rain and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of the air. He particularly enjoys it when he is able to rope Phoenix (and sometimes Trucy and/or Klavier) into joining him. Especially on the very memorable occasion that they saw a full rainbow just as the sun was starting to set.
#krisnix#kristoph gavin#phoenix wright#ace attorney#the kristoph + bird arc is directly inspired by the “Rabbit takes in and takes care of a wounded baby bird arc from Winnie the Pooh”#if you haven't watched that episode yet saemi; you should#it's everything#but you will absolutely cry#kristoph has a similar personality to Rabbit imo#very uptight and perfectionistic and not always particularly warm#but just as capable of gentleness and nuance as he is of harshness and one-dimensionalness#was i perhaps a little too self-indulgent in my replies?#yes#but did i have fun? do I think others will enjoy anyway?#also yes and yes again#kriswright#narukiri#kirinaru#ask memes
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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game
Tagged by @telomeke and @chickenstrangers - thank you for inviting me to play! I had to keep reminding myself this is for Thai shows only, because I kept trying to include Japanese bls, my beloveds. But I got it now and I wrote way too much, as I am wont to do. :)))
Favorite Thai QL: I was just talking with @waitmyturtles about the distinction between favorite and best in comparing two major Thai bls–I Told Sunset About You and Bad Buddy. For me, ITSAY is objectively the best Thai bl ever made, in terms of its quality, fidelity to its vision, and execution of its story and themes. But Bad Buddy is my favorite. It is not without its flaws, but it is peak storytelling and it does my absolute favorite thing in any romance–it gets the couple together early in the story and lets me live in their relationship and see how they would navigate the many challenges coming their way while protecting their relationship. I’m not sure any other Thai ql drama will ever top it for me (but please do keep trying, Thailand).
Favorite pairing: *steps on soap box, taps mic* The branded pairing system in Thai ql, while good for marketing and (sometimes) for actor relationships/chemistry and job security, is a hindrance to art and severely limits the storytelling capabilities of Thai dramas. I am not opposed to pairs who choose it working together across multiple projects, but I absolutely hate the real person shipping culture it encourages and the restrictions it places on some actors and productions. I have seen some positive signs of a loosening around these restrictions–like Earth and Mix both being allowed to play intimate scenes with other actors in Moonlight Chicken–but it still prevents actors from having more freedom to try different projects and often results in poor casting choices because everything has to be worked around a set pair instead of a more organic casting process.
Ahem. All of that said, I think if I had to name a pair I like best and am most comfortable with, it would be Off and Gun. They work well together, their shows only get better over time, they don’t do the performative shit where they pretend they might be dating, and they seem to have a strong friendship and comfortable dynamic that insulates them somewhat from the worst of the shipper nonsense. I am very much looking forward to Cooking Crush.
Most underrated actor: Fluke Pusit. If The Warp Effect and A Boss and a Babe didn’t convince GMMTV that this man is ready to headline his own drama, I don’t know what will!
Favorite main character: Teh, I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You the Moon. Yes, both shows, and before you all come yell at me: I SAID WHAT I SAID. As I’ve mentioned before, Teh is a masterpiece of mess. He loves deeply and obsessively, he is passionate and mercurial in the extreme, and he is just as likely to crush you as he is to make your heart soar. In the category of emotional intensity he is unbeatable. He is fascinating to watch, and he is both infuriating and entirely legible, because every thought, feeling, and impulse are right there on his sleeve for you to see. He’s a legendary character crafted by brilliant writers and portrayed by one of the most talented young actors in Thailand, and I love him!
Favorite side character: I am cheating and naming two: our favorite gay uncles Cheep and Dej from My Ride. I know @bengiyo feels me on this one. I love their relationship dynamic where they are constantly (lovingly) nagging at each other, I love the way they care for Mork, I love the delight they take in raising and guiding baby gays, and I even love their bad flashback wigs.
Favorite scene in a QL: Teh and Oh-aew, on the floor, end of episode 3 of ITSAY. You know the one. I will never forget the raw intensity of that scene or the way I literally stopped breathing the first time I saw it. Holy shit. Honorable mention to Bad Buddy rooftop kiss, but I figure almost everyone else is going to talk about that one.
Favorite line in a QL: Ya know, when I think about great lines of dialogue, my mind invariably goes to Japanese and Korean dramas. I think that’s mostly because of my own language limitations and translation issues - Thai to English is tough and we get a lot of awkward subs as a result. But one I will always remember is from Love Sick, when Noh says to Phun: “It’s a terrible feeling, not knowing where the line between us is, isn’t it?”
Because woof, yes Noh it is!
Most anticipated QL (& why): Joining the chorus for Only Friends, because I usually love Jojo’s shows and I am here for a good time. I am also really happy we’re finally getting some Thai historicals, and am very much hoping I Feel You Linger in the Air will be great.
Healthiest relationship in a QL: This is a tough one because these are romance dramas, which means most of the romances are unhealthy by design, because that’s what the plot is about! You mostly see healthy relationships in the sides who are there to impart their wisdom (like Three and Zo in A Boss and a Babe). I will use this excuse to give a shout out to Patts from La Pluie, however, for modeling honest communication through most of the show (which was not reciprocated, which is what made the relationship unhealthy and led to the big conflict). Listen to La Pluie and communicate with your partners, fam!
Most toxic relationship in a QL: I don’t know if it’s the most toxic, but I was just talking to @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm and @wen-kexing-apologist about how much I hate the relationship dynamic that @absolutebl calls “Tom and Jerry.” This is where one person relentlessly chases the other as they vocally resist, often via negging and bullying. This came up in our My Ride discussion about Toy and Boss, and it’s also the dynamic of the main couple in My Engineer, which is why I don’t really like that drama despite Ram and King. I HATE THE TOM AND JERRY DYNAMIC SO MUCH. I don’t think it’s cute, I don’t think it’s funny, and I don’t root for these couples.
Guilty pleasure series: I don’t feel guilty about my pleasures. :)
Most underrated series: Make it Right. I finally watched this recently thanks to @waitmyturtles and @bengiyo and it was so much better than I expected. I have written about both seasons and how much joy I got out of my watch despite the undeniable messiness of the show. This one deserves more respect as a Thai bl legacy show that paved the way for many others.
Tagging @shortpplfedup @ginnymoonbeam @so-much-yet-to-learn @blmpff @troubled-mind @rocketturtle4 @lurkingteapot @nieves-de-sugui @syrena-del-mar @emotionallychargedtowel @slayerkitty @callipigio in case you want to play.
Feel free to ignore if not and definitely don’t feel obligated to write whole ass essays just because I’m a wordy b. :)
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Prompt? How about more Tegan and Hwan cute awkwardness 😌
Maybe they need to get a gift for Nijiko?
Ahhh, yeah, here is more awkwardness featuring teh ladies. 😌
this got a bit longer than intended, however, i enjoyed it. this takes place in the main story, maybe in the middle of ch9 or ch10s. still figuring it out, though. 🌌🌌🌌
send me a prompt? for any oc, dynamic, fandom characters, concepts.
Word Count: 1127
T.W/C.W: None-ish
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A row of pendant lights shine in florescence from a ceiling. Cast across several aisles of shelves. A clerk presses a button and opens a cash register, causing a click.
By the office stationery section, Hwan carries a small basket. That's been empty. Tegan moves some stacks of papers, peeking into what's behind it. She goes towards a container of pens, scrutinizing them.
They're browsing through aisles of stationery, searching for office supplies that Nijiko might need. Her sister's birthday might be February 6, however, she wants to check early.
Somehow, Hwan had to ask Tegan to accompany her. They work in the same theatre (Tegan in the backstage crew while Hwan's in the I.T area), so it made sense that she could ask her sister's best friend for help. Even if said person used to be her crush as a teenager.
They'd been silent on the entire cab ride. So, they both used their phones, barely looking at each other. She'd have said something except Tegan seemed busy. Tapping on it as if sending texts to her friends.
And she needs to break the ice. Or else she wouldn't get any progress going.
Hwan scans a shelf of pens, knitting her brows together. "What do you think Nijiko would like having?"
"I guess she'd love to have these," Tegan answers, lifting a file folder with a stripe print. "She has tons of papers, which she prints. In her office."
She nods. "Sure. That sounds good."
Tegan slips it onto the basket. "Yeah, that's one item. Extra more to go."
"Does she need another notebook?" Hwan catches a pile of journals arranged in a horizontal line. "I'm sure she designs a renovated room by visualizing it on paper."
"I have so many unused notebooks," Tegan said with a small laugh. "So many. I did open them to get a feel of the page and stuff. Your sister also does the same."
"Okay then I should get something she'll use."
"Ooh! She's been thinking of getting a glass board! But she's been busy with several clients, so she hasn't gotten any opportunities to do it."
"Has she decorated her office yet? Or she hasn't."
"Well, actually, I'm not sure. I haven't asked her that yet. She has asked for suggestions but that was months ago. And I've been busy and I sure didn't realize that her birthday was approaching soon. I mean five months is sorta far to be soon. But I guess a head start's gonna be useful. Getting a gift in advance is a good plan. And you still have plenty of weeks before that.
"Also you should know that she's learning a new sport. She has been practicing at a center because she doesn't have equipment at her home. Ah, yeah, she's trying out some tennis. I'm not sure if she told you this but she was inspired by Serena Williams. It's been letting her blow off steam. Whether it's a long day of work or a demanding client, she. . . uh oh."
As they reach to an aisle containing pens and other office supplies, Tegan clamps her mouth shut. She glances around and lets out a shaky chuckle.
"Sorry," Tegan says, shaking her head. "I went off on that, didn't I?"
"Sorta," Hwan answers.
"Yeah." Tegan's face twists like she swallowed a lemon by accident.
"You do that when you're bothered by something?" She slings an arm over her chest, narrowing her eyes.
Tegan tenses up as if she jumps in a millisecond. "Nah! Nothing's bothering me."
"Why you do you act so weird around me then?"
"Huh? I don't get what you're talking about."
"C'mon, from what I remember, you don't apologize for rambling. Unless you must be feeling ashamed or weirded out."
"I'm not ashamed."
"Is this because I've started working in the theatre you work in? I didn't intend in putting you in any difficult position. If that's the issue, you can say that."
"Hey, that's definitely not it."
"Then what else can it be?"
"I get a little uneasy with tons of people."
"Do I make you uncomfortable?"
"What? No, not at all. I guess having my best friend's sister as a co-worker. . . can be strange. However, I'm tryna get used to it. It's all me, it isn't you. Although, I'm sorry if I made you think that."
"Wait, is it. . . Is it because you didn't recognize me? Initially?"
At that, Tegan cracks up and her voice pitch goes high. She doubles over slightly, pressing a hand over her stomach.
"Wow, I. . . Hey, I didn't know! You didn't wear glasses before! So, it was a whiplash! I'm sorry for that, by the way. I guess you're probably thinking how stupid I was. And how didn't I notice I ran into my best friend's sister of all people. But I did know you've been back in the country, I just. . . I didn't think I'd see you around. Because I've been informed you've been busy and all."
Hwan turns away slightly, her internal temperature jumping. She bites the inside of her check, fighting a snort back.
Although it's been seven years since she moved abroad for her degree, Tegan hasn't changed much. She's somewhat more outgoing yet she's still gauche. Or probably around Hwan. No doubt Nijiko must have had a field day at learning about it.
At least, she managed to talk to her. Unlike as a gawky teen when she didn't speak, only hanging around her presence during her visits.
It's beyond what she imagined back then. And she gets it.
Tegan sure has been confused, she thinks in hilarity. The poor thing.
It's up to her to help her be comfortable, somehow. She's gotta try.
"Do you think she has something like this?" Hwan asks, getting a pantone book.
Tegan winces. "Uh, she. . . She already has one."
"It's difficult to find a present that she'd like and use," Hwan mumbles. "As far as I'm aware, she does eighty percent of her work digitally. She often mentions the amount of programs she installed. Just for her job.
"Maybe we can go to the mall for clothes." Tegan shrugs. "She's been complaining how she hasn't updated her wardrobe."
"If you think that's a good plan, let's go with it."
"Hang on. . . Are you sure?"
"You're her best friend, you know her well. I'd be glad for any help you can offer."
"Okay! Sure thing!"
"First, I'll pay for this and we'll get a ride."
"Yep, yep. Got it."
Tegan bows her head and Hwan proceeds to the queue, letting her be. She probably needs a moment to be composed.
Despite herself, a vibrance floods her within while she glances back. She scratches the side of her forehead, shaking her head a bit.
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Detective Chris Childs x Reader: Stubborn
Word Count: 591
Warnings: platonic, angst, mentions of burns, presumed death, chest compressions, oxygen mask, and fire.
Summary: The Reader and others of HPD show up upon Detective Childs’ request, only to find him in a burning house. The Reader saves him Hawkeye from M*A*S*H style because they were not about to give up on him.
A/N: A Magnum P.I. (reboot) insert reader?? Yes, because I got attached to this character and then they. DID. THAT. I do have another one that I want to work on (I have an outline for it), where the Reader is his girlfriend.
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It was late, darker than you would prefer. Even still, as you rolled up to the scene, the headlights grazed over a parked car. Detective Childs’ car. Sleek, clean, and unoccupied.
You and the rest of the team rushed over, suited up and ready to further investigate the evidence he had acquired. But all of that had left your mind a few blocks back. The house on the property he had found was up in flames. It was in the top list of sights that you never wanted to see. And honestly, it made you anxious.
Having parked your car across the street, you waited, keeping out of the way as a unit got the fire under control. Your eyes scanned through teh darkness as best as you could. There was one person in particular that you were looking for. He was the only reason either of you were there.
As the fire was finally dying down, a team exited the house. It was peculiar, their arrangement. Your breath caught when you finally realized they were carrying someone. Gently, they set them down on the front lawn.
Running over, the medical team were already working. You stopped, hardly able to see the victim’s face while they worked on them.
“Detective Childs,” an officer said beside you.
Your heart sank, eyeing the burns across his body.
“There was a tripwire,” they shook their head as did the medical team as they leant away from Childs.
“No,” you began to shake your head in firm disbelief. Even as the officer put a gentle hand to your shoulder, a stubbornness took over.
“They’ve done all that they could. I’m—”
You would hear no more of it. Stomping over, you dropped to your knees beside him.
Detective Childs’ face was devoid of expression and life. Burns charred his usually flawless skin.
Bringing your hands together, you focused on his chest. It was quirky, but you retained a song in-mind to maintain a steady rhythm to each chest compression.
You paused only to check his pulse, fingers delicately searching on the side of his neck. With no change, you began again. That night, you were not going to take no for an answer.
Clinging onto hope, you continued. But that hope morphed into a grit of your teeth and you lifting up your hands much higher, hitting his chest with a noticeable thud.
A few more chest compressions later, and you felt the need to check his pulse again. Beneath your fingertips you felt something faint. With your own pounding heart, you could not be sure if you were imagining it.
Eyes widening, your head whipped in the direction of the nearest member of the medical team. You beckoned them closer.
With equipment in-hand, they checked him again and paused. “My God…”
In the next seconds, an oxygen mask was placed on the Detective’s face.
Sitting back on your heels and breathing heavily from the adrenaline, you nearly asked for an oxygen mask for yourself. Though, as you looked down at his face, there was a pleasant change. His eyes blinked slowly, heavy in either exhaustion or pain. Then again, confusion would likely be a factor, considering his situation.
They said something to him, but you did not catch it. Whatever it was, had him looking around until his eyes landed on you.
Giving him a smile, you leaned toward him. “Not on my watch, Detective.”
A small crinkle of skin formed at the corner of his eyes as he watched you: a smile.
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Yunjin x M!Reader: Sleepless(Part 2)
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!TW: Mentions of Self harm
Yunjin's POV
"Chaewon Unnie, I'm heading out now!" I yelled as I began wearing my shoes.
"The cafe again?" Chaewon asked, a little smirk on her face
"Yeh, wait, what's with that smirk?"
"You seem to be going to that cafe almost every day, Jennifer." Chaewon said, using my english name to tease me even more.
"I just go there to study alright? It has nothing to do with Y/N." I grumbled as I felt myself blush
"That's funny, I never said anything about Y/N." Chaewon smirked, as my face contorted in realisation.
"Aish Unnie, you're so mean." I pouted a little, as Chaewon ran to her room, shouting, "Have fun with your Y/N"
"HE'S NOT MY----oh for fu-"
Sakura then seemingly appeared out of nowhere next to me, "No cursing at home, if Eunchae picks it up...."
"My bad Sakura-Unnie." I smiled sheepishly
"It's fine, go for your date already."
"You too?" I said, groaning at the constant teasing that I was sure was not going to end anytime soon
"Hey Jennifer" I heard as I walked into the cafe. I looked toward the noise and saw Y/N with a small smile on his face. I smiled and waved back at him, sitting in the same spot I did yesterday.
Walking up to the counter, I saw Y/N with someone else? That's weird, I assumed Y/N always worked alone. They were whispering to each other, as I saw Y/N smack that other girl on the shoulder as the only words I could make out was, "the one for you". Hmm, that's weird. Also, are they dating? That would suck...
My train of thought was broken as Y/N walked up to me with slightly less severe eyebags and a small smile.
"Hey Jennifer, what can I get for you today?"
"Hi, can I get a Teh C Siew Dai?"
"Wait, you know what that means?" Y/N said, a look of surprise splashed across his face
"Oh, I looked up the drinks on the menu."
"It's Cantonese I think? I found out about it in coffee shops in Singapore, and they taste awesome. That's why I brought it here."
" Wait, you own this shop?" I said, shocked at the revelation
As he nodded, I asked, "Wait, then why did you work here on your own. Up till today, with her coming," I said, pointing at the other girl behind the counter, " I always saw you work by yourself for what I have to assume is 24 hour shifts. Don't you sleep?"
Y/N gave me a small, seemingly a little sad smile, saying, "Until recently, I didn't have to."
I was about to ask what that meant, before I was interrupted by that girl who was behind the counter, "Sorry to interrupt the date but could you get the queue moving Y/N?"
Y/N glared at the girl who sheepishly chuckled, before running off.
"If you need help with computing, do call for me alright?" Y/N said, as I smiled gratefully and headed to my seat
This time, instead of me being called up, I saw as the girl walked up to me with my beverage. Minji's her name I think? She set my drink on the table, with a paper attached to the base like before, but the handwriting seemed different this time.
" xx-xxxx xxxx That's his number, good luck:)" I looked up in shock as Minji walked to me and whispered, "You were smiling through the whole talk with my brother, in a way that isn't how you look at a friend or acquaintance, it was kinda obvious, Good Luck Jennifer:)."
Hearing that, my blush got even more intense as I did not realize how obvious I was being.
As I did my work, I found myself stealing glances at Y/N, and curiously, I caught him doing the same, as we caught each other's eyes as we both immediately pulled away, for one of them I could swear there were a few times he was blushing? Focus Yunjin...
As I continued my work, I suddenly felt someone near me, looking up to see Y/N standing in front of me.
"Hey, whatcha doin?" Y/N asked as he gestured to the seat in front of me
I nodded as he sat, replying him, "Ahh nothing, I'm about to start the lecture on stacks right now, not fun."
"Ahh, OOP(Object Oriented Programming), a great joy to many." Y/N said as he chuckled, setting down to beverages on the table
"Pardon me, but shouldn't you be working? I didn't ask for any help and there are customers right now."
"Oh, well, Minji can handle the crowd for awhile, and well, I wanted to talk to you a little." Y/N said with a shy smile
"Oh, okay..." I said, a small smile on my face, but really nervous. I may be 21 but I've never really, y'know, dated or been in love really. This feeling I'm feeling, was new.
The two of us sat down and for a short while, an air of awkwardness floated in the air, Y/N on multiple occasions looking like he was going to say something, before retracting it. On the other hand, I was too nervous to say anything...It was an odd feeling for me. In my friend group of 5, I was always one of the noisiest and hyper people, but now, in front of him, I...froze. Think Yunjin think!
"So, what made you want to establish a coffee shop?" I asked
"Oh, well, my father loves coffee and teas, so when I was young in Singapore, he would always bring me to coffee shops to drink coffee and tea. So when we moved to Korea, I decided to make this cafe, to sell coffee and tea that I loved, to let others love it too." He said, smiling as I assume he thought of his fond memories.
"That's cool, how much did this place cost though. Land at this place isn't cheap if I remember correctly."
"Oh, that's no worry for me, My dad owns a relatively big company here, so this land is just one of his subsidiaries."
" gasp, NEPOTISM." I jokingly said, as Y/N shrugged.
"So, Y/N, this might be a little quick, but, "
its now or never Yunjin
"Are you in a relationship?"
A look of pain shot past Y/N's face, as he quickly lowered his head.
Huh Yunjin you idiot
"I'm so sorry Y/N, are you okay?"
He looked up at me, his small smile now becoming much smaller, barely a grin.
"No worries, it's just... I was... could we do this else where Jennifer?"
"Sure Y/N. And call me Yunjin."
"Oh, Yunjin, that's a beautiful name." He said, as I blushed at his comment. Even when he was sad and down, he still finds a way to make me feel weak in the knees.
We both walked in the nearby park as I waited for Y/N to be comfortable enough to start talking.
"Yunjin, what I'm about to tell you, do not tell Minji alright? She doesn't know about some details and if she found out, she'd be worried sick, right before whooping my ass."
I nodded as Y/N took a deep breath
"Her name was Diana. And I loved her. We dated for around 5 years, and I thought she was the one. On our 5 anniversary, I booked a hotel room for us. Not to fool around, but to spend quality time with her, cuddling and just resting. I was also going to propose to her. But she didn't show. I went out of the hotel to find her, only to find her near the side of the hotel, making out with some guy I had never seen in my life."
Tears falling from his face as he told me his heartbreaking story, and all I could do was stand there, unsure of what I could do.
"Turns out, she got with me for my money. Everything I bought for her, every gift, every dress, the money I gave her for her shopping sprees, she just gave it to her real boyfriend, as they profited off my ignorance. Once I found out, I immediately cut her off, to which, she shrugged.
"Took enough from you, you idiot", that was how a 5 year relationship ended. You'd think that was where my torture would end, but no. You remember how you talked about me working 24 hour shifts, and not sleeping? And my answer was..."
"You didn't have to." I muttered out, not liking the direction this was going in
"I tried everything I could, I burned everything I even vaguely associated with her, her pictures, her clothes, everything. But it didn't work. Every night. I dream, the same dream. And the dream never ends. I dream of when I was happy. I never remember what actually happened to me in real life, but those dreams feel so...real. And it isn't on repeat. The dreams go linear, as if it was telling me what could have been, if she wasn't tricking me to begin with. I was happy."
"But, if your dreams are what makes you happy, why not sleep more? Enjoy what you can."
"What was that one Batman quote? There can be no true despair without hope. The dreams feel real, but when I wake up, the life that made me happy gets ripped out of my arms as Diana haunts my nights. Every single night. The only thing that hurts more than being stabbed, is taking the sword out, then being stabbed again. Every morning, all I felt was despair as I knew the real world was real, and that my dream was just a dream. No happy ending, no happiness."
"So that's why you didn't sleep... but how? No matter how strong you are, you need sleep."
"I own a coffee shop Yunjin. I sleep for around 10 minutes a day. Any longer, and she comes for me."
I slowly reached for Y/N's hand, but seeing him flinch, I quickly withdrew my hand.
"Sorry, but this isn't a healthy way to cope Y/N... I know I can't say I've been in your shoes, I've never even been in a relationship, but I know that is not healthy."
"I know that Yunjin, but what can I do? I tried to end it all, didn't work." Y/N said, chuckling bitterly.
My eyes widened in shock as I took a close look at Y/N's wrists, seeing small scars across his forearm.
"This can't be the answer Y/N..."
"I know, and I think I've found the answer."
"What is it" I asked, curious and hopeful that maybe Y/N could find some way to deal with all the pain he felt.
"You."
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honestly I wouldn’t put too much stock in follower counts and activity pages. obviously we have no idea how many followers users have but I’d wager it’s around 50 for most people, and depending on how long you’ve been on here, a good chunk of them might be inactive or lurkers.
furthermore, this used to be the reblogging things site, which has since been plagued with likes only. it’s like that for a lot of posts, big blog or otherwise. but the problem with that is, if no one reblogs things, there’s less opportunity for more notes in the first place.
the moral of this story is, do whatever you want and don’t worry about adding your voice on anything! the numbers do not matter at all
Thanks so much anon, that's very kind of you to say!!! I love every single one of my followers, even the inactive ones and even the scandalously dressed ladybots that I haven't reported & blocked yet. XD Like, I seem to be miscommunicating lately, and it feels like maybe I'm coming across as upset/stressed out/angry without meaning to? So I'm gonna take this chance to needlessly describe my activities for the last 24 to 48 hours to prove a point lmfao.
Yesterday morning, I was reintroducing my grumpy timid cat to a super friendly cat I will be cat-sitting for the next month or so, which was super fun and one of my special interests. After that, I was chillin with my fandom homies while we played Jackbox and heard each other's voices for the first time ever (voices that were audibly referencing Vader's Uterus lmfao so I was pretty ecstatic). After that, I played around with my INCREDIBLE Vader bop-it toy that I bought yesterday based on a friend's recommendation. My first Hasbro merch ever. :) I'm in love and I still can't believe it's a real thing that exists.
At that point, I checked Tumblr and... yeah, admittedly I panicked a little because I was a bit scared I'd soon get a bunch of angry asks screaming at me for being a meanyhead (to beat a horse dead, this is just a regular run-of-the-mill anxiety of having a fandom blog and it is absolutely nobody's fault). So I spent an hour or so chatting with a friend until I felt better and then I quickly made the post in question regarding my follower count so that, despite the bewildering attention Five Peggats Each has gotten, everyone would know the truth about my lack of influence lmao. (This is a compliment. From me to me. I like my lack of influence. I'm not fucking kidding lol. I actually have panic attacks sometimes about the idea of becoming internet famous. I literally don't want that lmao. Fifty to a hundred followers is an A+ amount imo, so it's about time I guess it's about time I start losing those pornbots lmfaoo.) Anyway, last night was probably the first time I've checked my follower count in the entire history of this blog tbh. So like, you're being super sweet, anon, and I'm hoping other people will see this too because it's absolutely true and I think your words would be very encouraging and reassuring to anyone who sees this!! But I promise you that my activity log statistics and teh amount of followers I have are not things I spend time thinking about.
Once that was all taken care of, I wrote/edited a little bit for my fic for QuinObi week (SO EXCITED! Literally just a few more days!). Then at around 4am, I woke up with middle-of-the-night epiphanies on how to phrase a couple things/finish/tidy up my thoughts for that Fox opinions post, and I lay in bed working on that for an hour or so. After that, I went back to sleep, woke up, chatted with the fandom homies again, and then, ever since, I've been playing a video game I've been dying to play all week. Until about an hour ago, I literally had no idea what may or may not have been going down on Tumblr, and I wasn't thinking about it at all. And now that I've enjoyed myself on Tumblr for the day, I'm probably gonna invite my mom up tonight so she can spend time with the cats while I use her as a captive audience to talk about Vader's Uterus lmfao. And then at about 10pm, I'm gonna head bed because I work for a living and I forgot to ask if I get the holiday off.
All of this to say I am fine!! I'm just chilling, living my life, doing my own thing. For me, Tumblr is like a fun thing to check out every once in a while, the same way I spent time playing my video game, enjoying my Vader bop-it toy, hoarsing around with the cats, or anything else that strikes my fancy. Kidney stones and abusive ex-bosses are the things I worry about, not like.... a pixelated number on a screen lmao. In other words, this is a hobby to me, not a livelihood, and if I wasn't enjoying my time here, I literally would not log on (and sometimes I don't log on! For days and days at a time. Because I'm enjoying other things more!)
But anyway, I will say that the thing that makes it the most fun for me here? People like you!! Who send me asks. Who share their thoughts on my posts. Who became friends that give me the confidence to make the posts that I wanna make. Who have other fun lil interactions with me. So (1) Please don't worry about me. I'm fully medicated, my back is sore, and I'm too old to be upset over fandom things lmao. And (2) I really cannot thank you and everyone who makes my fandom experience so enjoyable!!! :D Y'all are great and I'm thrilled to be able to have fun here. I'm living my best life.
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5 creatives invited to my party
The location of the party would be in my living room with some music, drinking games and some good snacks so everyone can chat and comfortably talk about things and get know each other as pole not just as creatives.
1. Karl Ferris - Photographer/Designer. He is majorly know for his work with people like Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton. I absolutely love Jimi Hendrix and his music and so I was interested into who was behind his graphic design portal as a icon. Karl ferris captures his essence and persona and his funky and wavy designs correlate with branches of my deign aesthetic.
2. Rachel Lauer - Artist. Lauer is a talented kiwi artist that works mainly in illustration and mixed media. I first found out about her after dinner in Ponsonby one night and people were promoting a pop up exhibition. We went and had a look and I saw some amazingly wacky pieces. They had so much personality and fluidity. Her works almost resemble some sort of spiritual feeling. Or the feeling of tripping out. I love the randomness and the expressiveness behind the line work. I feel as though she is an artist that puts what's in her head on paper wholeheartedly. Which is something I strongly align with and would love to get insight into her process.
3. Banksy - Artist. Banksy is an icon I hugely look up to and have been inspired by for a long time. His intellectual ideas behind his simple outcomes are profound and cleverly executed. He defies and rebels against things with a political lens. His work is so iconic and is a foundation and backbone of graffiti and street art. I would love to know how he creates his work and if anyone helps him with his process or if it comes from only him. His anonymity also interests me as he lets the work speak for itself. He separates the art from the artist. We know it is Banksy but we don;t really know who Banksy is. He lets other interpet his art which I love.
4. Conor Pritchard - Designer and Filmmaker. Connor Prictahrd is from my hometown and to see someone from a small town doing such amazing and creative things is awesome to see and makes me inspired and believe I can do the same. His short film 100. There are just two people who count to 100. This basic idea or two people sitting across from each other counting to 100 allowed him to be creative with other things such as, tone of voice, outfits/costume, staging, camera angles and point of views. It shows so much of the actors' personalities and something raw about it I love. Not trying too hard. He also has some sick photographs of small musicians in New zealand that play with bold lighting and colours to communicate a unique personality. I love that he is involved so much locally and is something I would also like to get involved with. He also works with some of my favouirte musicians like duckwrth and slowthai which is also pretty awesome to see.
5. The Backseat Lovers - Band. The Backseat Lovers are one of my favourite bands because of their lyrics and the singer's beautiful voice. I would love to get insight into where they get inspiration for their songs. In lots of their songs they have a climax of all the instruments going hard and then fading back down to a chill type of song. I love their range in their songs and would love to see how they come up with the structure of a song. And meanings behind the names of certain songs and lyrics. Teh also have some sick music videos like SnowBank blues. To portray such emotions with these two little puppets, I would love to ask them why they chose to pair certain things in music videos to go along with their songs.
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My On My Shelf Books (but its chaotic)
- the weight of your sky - Hanna Alkaf I CRED I TELL YOU SO HARD WE STAN LITERALLY ANYTHING BY HANNA ALKAF IS GOOD IF SHE WROTE LIKE 3 WORDS I WOULD BE AMAZED MASHAALLAH - a heartwarming and heartbrekaing look at racial tensions on the brink - feels especially true
Queen of Tiles - Hanna Alkaf , murder mystery grief and literally so good. much better than YA murder grounded and heartbreakign and im a sucer for the scenes like the ending would look beautiful on my shelf as well
a language of thorns - Leigh Bardugo - i have read this book time and time agian i have my problems wiht the rest of Leigh’s work but this, this will foverever remain untouched ON MY SHELF AND IN HARDCOVER TOO
Once upon a Eid - anthology literally the best muslim rep I have come across like i cannot tell you how big of a content and slightly weepy sigh my hearttook wiht this.
the ballad of Mulan - Sherry Thomas - actually shipped the main two SO GOOD- hISTORICAL FICTIONNNNN beautifully done ALSO THE COVER??
nevermoor !!!!! - home grown aussie magic mog DRAgon cant wait for silver born. THE WRITING IS SO GOOD FOR THIS unparalleled . also the people in this fandom are really nice ON MY SHELF WOO
Sal and Gabi break the universe + Sal and Gabi Fix the Universe - RR PRESNETS SO GOOD FOUND FAMILY- creative funny and poignant and took my inner “i want to be in the arts!!” self and jjust gave it all i want
bone witch trilogy!!!! rin chupeco can have my soul i have read this series so many times and i never do that. - i am trying to describe this but like its so good i cant
Airman - Eion Colfer guys its eion colfer what do i even have to say
Deeplight & A Skinful of Shadows & Cukoo Song - Frances Hardinge - no words except i want to write like this
The Anne of Green Gables Series- friendship and love and forevermore
The Secret Garden on my shelf!!!!
Murder most Unladylike series - specifically mistletoe and Murder and arsenic for tea at the mo cause BERTIEEEEEE WELLLS -- aside form that one of the best middle grade book series i have ever read mysterious are complex and leaveyou on the edge of your seat and a series to binge when you feel like coffee and pistachios
ILLUMINAE FILES- HOW COULD I FORGET THE BOOKS SERIES THAT CHANGED ME AAAAAAA- sci fi opera mixed media told by chats and ship logs and literally took my heart and forged it into a new being
Trials of Apollo THE META FOR THIS SERIES I SWEAR- honeslty ricks best work AMAZING character development 1/5 on my shelf
Enchanted Emporiun- literally magical will fight you all if you dont like it/j
A Wish in the Dark - TEH VIBES Thai inspired fantasy friendship and coconut made me feel at home def reccoment
A Place to hang the Moon - wooooo found family very Blyton-esque whihc makes it no suprise that i enjoyed this eimmesly
Middlegame - god this books is so good 500 hundred games wish a thousand times i could read it again
Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik - the fairytale inspired book of my dream rich a nd deep and oh my god i ship these people moment
The VAlley and the Flood - loss grief ptsd beutifal writing eerie enought to seem real . grounded and omg it is now a comfort read. radio waves in sea glass green
the scholomance trilogy POWER OF FRIENDSHIP AND DARK MAGIC AND LIKE ACTUAL INTERESTING LORE AND THE THIRD BOOK MADE ME CRYYY AHHHH ITS GONNA EMPTY MY POCKETS ON MY SHELF YEAHHHH
Berrybrook Middle School - graphic novel series SO GOOD aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH
Glorious Wrestling Alliance, Ultimate Championship Edition : go read this graphic novel its vey good idk how to describe it just do it
Red White and Whole - made cry best rep of a south asian mother and daughter relationship i think i can see also good at describing the relationship between the parents (spoiler: they love each other)
The Carpet Merchant of Konstantiniyya VOL 1 & 2 - such great grpahic novel the muslim rep immaculate THE STORY???? immacualte the characters????? IMMMACULATE
A Bit of Earth - its a south asian muslim retelling of the secret garden what more can i ask for it made me cry
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ipytm episode 3 thoughts (very very long), take it or leave it. i have a lot of asks in my inbox and honestly i'm overwhelmed (there are a lot of feelings about this episode that i'm not prepared to hold because i am processing my own) so i don't think i'll get to them, but here are my reactions after thinking about it for a bit.
i kind of wonder what my reaction to episode 3 would have been had i stayed off of social media all day yesterday. my mindset going into ipytm was, "i don't want a cheating plot, but if there is one, i trust nadao to handle it well" because they're responsible for some of the best writing i've ever seen in thai television. i still believe that. i wish they hadn't chosen the cheating plot because there are other relationship conflicts to explore that don't involve cheating, but for me it's not a dealbreaker.
i disagree with critiques saying they did it for ratings or sensationalism. if anything, they lost viewers from this. people are not okay with cheating plots, and the team most likely knew this when they wrote it. yet they took that gamble anyway, which makes me want to believe they have something they want to say, and i'm waiting until the series ends to give my final judgment on whether they succeeded in that message.
i watched the episode live and saw thai fans' live reactions on twitter, then i spent the morning checking everyone's reactions here on tumblr. as of right now, thai twitter has not stopped insulting the director, the writers, and the company. the backlash is harsher than anything i've seen from international fans (i'm leaving it at that so please don't ask me). pretty much everyone hated what happened this episode, which i understand. but i don't think it means that it was lazy writing or that teh was out of character. i definitely think there's a problem, though, if the majority of viewers are feeling alienated from the show, because it means something went wrong along the way with the storytelling.
it is totally possible and in character for teh to cheat on oh-aew, because you can love someone with your whole heart and still hurt them and betray them (to be clear, it's still not okay). and it is totally possible for teh to have done something as shitty as this and still grow up to be a decent person in the end. this is where the time jumps become an issue for me. we left episode two with teh crying because he was afraid of losing oh-aew, and then we land in his third year where he's seemingly indifferent to oh-aew. but we weren't part of that journey, and the storytelling didn't lead us there emotionally. all we see is oh-aew being a super dedicated partner who is trying to salvage their relationship, while teh is completely distant and seems to have given up altogether.
i get it, he's insecure about his career and the possibility that he might end up like khim, and jai is the last thing he has to latch on to his now-more-elusive dream of becoming an actor. he's barely thinking about oh-aew and he's incapable of being a good partner right now, especially since oh-aew's success and happiness in advertising probably makes teh doubt himself even more. he's so in his head he's not even himself anymore. he has completely lost who he is, which is why he seems so foreign to us here. the objective facts are all there, but the emotional connection to make me empathize with him isn't, which is why all the shitty things he did this episode--juxtaposed against all the wonderful things oh-aew did--make him come across as such an exceptionally terrible person. and the thing is i know he still loves oh-aew. in the sex scene, he still clearly loves oh-aew. sure it was initiated by a desire to improve his acting for jai, but during the sex and the morning after, the love and affection for oh-aew are still there. teh just doesn't recognize it because all he sees is oh-aew having left him for better (a new career track he's happy with and doing well in, a group of friends who understand and support him) while teh remains stuck in the same loop holding on to jai as his last hope, which is why he's giving jai his everything. none of that makes any of it okay, but it makes it make sense.
i wish they had spent more time developing this internal conflict so that we could see it better, because it was only after rewatching it a couple of times, sitting on it, and reading people's reactions that i could begin to understand where teh is at in this episode. and i know we like that itsay gave us a lot to analyze, but i think ipytm has tried to jam too much into too few episodes that it ends up leaving the audience with blanks to fill in, which is a bit more work than i want to do when i'm enjoying a series. i think teh and jai got too much screen time, and teh and oh-aew not enough. i think there's a lot of insider stuff about drama/comm arts that's taking up space, which might resonate with folks who come from that field but not the majority of the audience who don't speak that language. i think if they had given more time to exploring teh and oh-aew's relationship, we wouldn't be seeing as much of this backlash.
a cheating plot doesn't make it cheap drama. i would happily watch a series that tackles infidelity in relationships because it is a super real topic with lots to explore: how does a couple navigate the aftermath of infidelity? can they rebuild trust, and how? what are the consequences to the relationship? all of these are important things to address, but the topic deserves a lot more space than a five-episode series can deliver, especially when it's combined with teh and oh-aew's other conflicts related to career, ambition, and other coming of age struggles. so for me it's not the cheating plot that's the problem but more so the fact that i don't think there's enough time for them to do it justice.
all that said, i think there's a tension here between a creator's creative vision and audience expectations, and i think this is an example of the showmakers maybe going too far in their vision to the point of alienating the audience. itsay is a comfort show and teh is a comfort character for a lot of us, and it's justifiable that folks are upset at the turn he's taken in ipytm. i'm also disappointed that it seems like teh remains the main character in ipytm while oh-aew's role has been reduced, because i can tell pp's acting has really improved and i would have loved to see more of him on the screen. the cheating storyline also makes it a lot harder to root for teh and oh-aew, and that honestly hurts the audience and affects our relationship to the show, and is another consequence of the writers choosing to go in that direction.
for me personally, itsay was full of angst but it gave me joy to watch because i loved watching teh and oh-aew fall in love with each other and i was rooting for them to overcome their obstacles to be together. ipytm has proven a lot more stressful to watch, where it doesn't spark that same joy but a lot more anxiety about "what's next," which was definitely a choice in setting the mood of the sequel. the material just doesn't work with the audience's emotions in the same way, it almost works against us. there's not the same sense of comfort and nostalgia and romance, but a darker realism of coming of age, and i wouldn't blame people for dropping off for that because it's a legitimate shift and doesn't match everyone's tastes in terms of the media they want to consume. i think we can hate the choices that were made here because they don't speak to our demands as an audience, but i wouldn't say they did it for the drama or for the ratings.
#i promised you the moon#ipytm#itsay#i told sunset about you#bkpp the series#ipytm spoilers#textpost
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my tehoh post-ipytm head canons since nadia decided to choose violence and not give us a special episode (yes i'm still salty 😤 ). anyways i should be shot for this corny ass shit, truly:
tehoh move in together to a bigger apartment and really make it their own— teh doesn't really care about decor so oh is left to the task and we all know his taste is top notch.
except oh likes to re-decorate every few months because he's changed his mind on the placement of the sofa— teh is left to drag it across the condo only to be told to put it back where it was because oh's decided it's not the sofa that needs to move but the blinds that need to be changed.
(ofc teh grumbles through all of it, but the big kiss he gets on the forehead at the end makes it all worth it).
there are weeks when teh doesn't come back from his schedule until early in the morning, only a few hours before oh has to wake up for work. sometimes, it's the only few hours they get together all week.
they don't even open their eyes, just reach for the other in the dark and wrap their arms tightly around each other.
they'll have half-asleep conversations too, losing all coherency as they drift farther and farther into a deep sleep— "how was work today?" "yeah, hokkien mee"
on the rare day off together, they'll hop in oh-aew's car and drive down to the nearest beach— top down, shades on, singing along embarrassingly loud to the radio, collapsing into a fit of giggles at every stop light.
ofc they hold hands on the gear shift.
teh has made it clear that he would like to keep his personal life private, but he still gets all shy when he's asked about oh-aew in interviews, a coy "no comment" before he's teased about his red-tinged ears.
except teh is LOUD when he brings oh-aew to red carpet events— opening the door for oh, arm around his waist, making sure he's comfortable, dabbing away the other's sweat with his sleeve.
(teh is his PR team's worst nightmare, but luckily oh-aew is there to stop teh from posting so many pictures of him; teh's company should pay him for all the damage control he's done, really).
teh's the better cook between them so he usually makes dinner when they have a night-in.
they also play rock paper scissors to see who has to wash the dishes (which teh is absolutely terrible at, even when oh tries to let him win).
oh-aew is practically teh's stylist since the poor man can't dress himself to save his life. fans of teh have threads on twitter showing when teh dresses himself vs. when his boyfriend does.
whenever they go on shopping dates, you can find fc posts of them holding hands, teh holding oh’s bags, hat and sunglasses on to keep things low key (but everyone knows it’s them).
sometimes oh visits teh on set and brings coffee for everyone.
when he watches teh act, he’s always amused by the way teh can so easily slip into character— and just as easily, slip back into his teh the moment he looks at oh and flashes him a bright, impish grin, waving at him between takes.
as much as they love each other, it’s not always easy. but they have come such a long way from their younger selves. they check-in with each other at least once a month, have a moment to talk about what they’re feeling— to step outside of each other and be objective about things. they find that after every check-in, they still want to be together. and so they are.
two years after they get back together, nosomi and hoon have their first child. teh cries more than the baby when he holds her in his arms, snot everywhere. oh-aew has never loved him more.
shortly after, teh begins to propose to oh-aew every day. oh-aew never gives him a definitive answer, just calls him silly and pushes him away teasingly. “marry me?” he peppers the questions all over oh’s face with kisses, and oh-aew laughs.
teh begins leaving sticky notes proposing to oh-aew in every room of their apartment. when oh wakes up to brush his teeth and sees “marry me?” on the bathroom mirror. when he opens the fridge and there’s a bright pink sticky note on the milk carton: “please? :(”. when he goes to slip on his shoes and finds that teh has left a note in there, too: “you’re my sole-mate. 555″. oh-aew keeps every single one of them close to his heart.
they're sitting on the sofa a few years later and he hasn't said it in a while. teh asks again for old time's sake, nonchalantly— he's not even looking at oh-aew until oh responds with a casual “sure”. then he's hugging him and kissing him all over and they laugh so hard their stomachs nearly drop.
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Buddie Fic Masterpost
Prompt😂Updated 06/13/2021!
I can’t believe I’ve written enough for this fandom that this actually seems warranted but here we are!! For those who want to keep track, here are all the Buddie fic I’ve written in one spot, and I’ll update as I add more:
NEW! All My Buddie Drabbles In One Places
This is where I put my short buddie drabbles for when you need just a quick Buddie bite, no commitment, no long stories :) Enjoy! <3
The Best Wingman
Summary: In Josh’s first date since being attacked, Buck and Albert come along, each bringing a date of their own for a big old triple date of mutual support and fun. Of course, now that they've offered, they both need to go find dates...
I wrote this as part of a larger idea and also to indulge my deep love of Shy!Buck.
ROAD TRIP!
Summary: A glimpse into Hen, Eddie, and Buck’s 20-hour road trip to Texas in the fire truck during the crossover.
This moment had such potential for fluff and funny road trip hijinks, so glad I got to give it a fic treatment :) Contains season 4A spoilers
The Way To A Man’s Heart
Prompt from @agentmarymargaretskitz and @justsmilestuffhappens: Eddie & Christopher move across the hall from Buck and Buck is smitten. The 118 tell him to bring over baked goods.
This was pure fluff. Tooth-rotting cotton candy.
Have You Ever Heard of Scrabble?
Prompt: Can someone write me a Buddie with Christopher fic continuation of them having a family night while playing Scrabble? With fluff. I believe that would be an adorable fic.
You were 100% percent right, it does make an adorable fic! Contains season 4A spoilers
Home
Prompt from @the-wardrobeintocamelot: ABO-verse, Chris snuggling and scenting omega!Buck whenever possible because he smells like love/home/family. ❤️❤️
My very first ever ABO fic ever, also first for the Buddie fandom. I’m so happy with how it came out and I’m even more happy with how many people love it! Y’all are the best!
A Good Friend
Summary: The missing scene when Eddie comes to pick up Chris from Buck's place in 4x08 because we were so robbed!
I renamed this “Missing Scene--Eddie Comes To Pick Up Christopher” on AO3 so don’t be confused when a different title comes up. It gave me a cathartic chance to fill in this missing scene as well as air a bit of grief for how harshly Taylor dealt with Buck, telling him he’s a shit friend, despite teh fact that three seconds later she calls him for help which is something we all do to shit friends, right...? Contains season 4A spoilers
The Damned Disgrace
Summary: When Maddie is kidnapped by the infamous Commodore Douglas of the Royal Navy, Evan Buckley and her lover Chimney Han enlist the help of the only crew that dares to go against him: The Damned Disgrace, led by the fearless and terrifying Captain Robert Nash.First impressions are leery though. Captain Nash's first mate, Eddie Diaz, takes an instant dislike to Buck, doubting his motives and his ability to be of any use to the Disgrace's crew.
There aren’t a huge amount of us Buddie Pirate AU lovers, but this is still my indulgent fic for that AU because it works really well, and I truly believe that the firefam and buddie fits well in most scenarios like a ship (lolz). It also gives me a place to indulge my love for an au where Sharon hasn’t died, where Lena is still around and they are both in love with each other. I’ll update this one as often as I can!
Instinct
Prompt: ABO-verse: Omega Buck not having his safe space at his loft, starts hanging at eddies more, nesting there. Eddie buying softer blankets, etc for buck. But doesnt comment on ti, not to freak or embarrass buck.
My second Buddie abo fic! I started to write this and then writing did that thing it does where the story spirals out of control and it deviated ever so slightly from the prompt. So glad to see how many people enjoyed it! Contains season 4A spoilers
Eye of The Tiger
Prompt from @agentmarymargaretskitz: Buddie + “Your hair is really soft.”
Eddie Diaz realizes that Buck is the exception to yet one more rule... This one kind of popped out of my head onto the keyboard in a big PLOP. One moment I was looking at the prompt and the next I was looking at the fic, just like that! Please enjoy! Contains season 4A spoilers
Surprise!
Prompt from @justsmilestuffhappens : But- but what happens when Buck or Eddie say I love you to the other and not realize what they said until the conversation is over or they're in another room or leave huh?
This is what happens 😂 Enjoy!
The Other Two Halves of My Heart
Prompt: Okay but that surfing gifset is so goddamn cute... any thoughts on a sweet buddie + christopher ocean outing??
I loved this prompt! And I decided to write a fic where Ana and Taylor do exist, but aren’t dating buddie. Seriously when they aren’t trying to be shoehorned into romances that just don’t work they can breathe so much more as characters. It also gives them the leverage they need to shove these two oblivious assholes together. Featuring surfing and Soft Eddie Diaz. Enjoy! Contains season 4A spoilers
#buddie#buddie fic#evan buckley#eddie diaz#9-1-1#9-1-1 on fox#buck x eddie#buddie fic prompts#fic masterlist
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Quickie - MIGUEL
Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI
Word count: 1371
Warning: MINORS DNI 18+ sExual content
It was always about touch with Kelly. It wasn’t about these promises of love, that neither of you could seem to commit to. It was about the way your lips would touch, pressed against each other and feeling teh cracks and tasting the chapstick the other person used. It was the way that his hands slid over your ass in places that it shouldn’t or how your hand would brush his on teh way past. The build up knowing that the pair of you were going to collide when you got behind closed doors was almost as good as the act itself.
You knew you were going to see Kelly tonight so you dressed for the occasion: a light blue waft of a silk dress that might have actually been a slip. The straps slide down your shoulders and had to be constantly fixed. It was the type of outfit he’d reach out to adjust for you without realizing what he was doing.
Sliding back stage you were talking to everyone you knew, laughing with some of your girlfriends, drinking the drinks handed to you. When you finally saw him you realized he must have been staring at you for a whole. HIs dark eyes were locked on your body, sliding up and down like he was thinking about where he wanted to start with you. There was always something so intense about the way that Kelly would look at you. It was like he had x-ray vision and he could see all the swells and curves of your body.
He licked his lips, moving over to you. The girls seemed to notice this and fade off as he approached, stopping in front of you. HIs fingers came up and pushed the thin spaghetti strap back into place.
“You look nice tonight, ” he commented. Dark eyes telling you exactly what he thought about your outfit before his lips spoke.”Everyone is watching you.” you let your eyes roam the room and there was quite a few people watching you. Kelly held out his hand and you knew he wanted them to see you choose him. Everytime you always chose him; you liked no bullshit. No false promises of him falling in love or wanting you to be anything more than just a quickie for the night.
When you go to his dressing room he locked the door behind the pair of you, smirking as he had you all to himself now. He advanced, hands reaching out to pull your hips into his, pelvises grinding as they bumped together. It was already clear exactly where this was going to go between you. He pushed you against the wall holding you there with gis bodies as he let his lips finally hit yours.
Your wrists were being held in his hands, above your head in a tight grip well his other hand traveled up your thighs, getting to your pussy, groaning as his fingers ran over the wetness of your mound. Of course you didn't wear underwear because you knew exactly what would be happening between the pair of you tonight.
Two fingers slid into your aching cunt and you groaned feeling his fingers stretching you. His fingers working your body, in and out, spinning around as his lips stay against yours, kissing along your lips before moving to pull down the front of your dress with his teeth.
The warmth of his tongue sliding across your breasts, swirling around each nipple until they were hard under his tongue. You moaned loudly and he froze, as if he was remembering you were there and more than just a body for his to use.
The man pulled you over to the couch, bending you over the piece of furniture. Before you could even ask what he was going to do with you, you felt the head of his cock at your entrance and felt him push into you, stretching your cunt over his cock.
It didn’t have to be this long drawn out process with him. Both of you used each other's bodies for pleasure. It was like an exchange of some kind and that was fine. NO one was getting hurt and you were consenting adults.
He was going hard tonight. Your ass is slapped by the hard strokes of his body. His hand prints digging in. Usually there was a no mark rule but it was obvious that you were going to have Kelly sized bruises on your body when you woke up tomorrow.
But you could feel him dragging your orgasm out. The way his body pressed into yours, the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock as he managed to hit you g-spot like it was a bullseye. Kelly was the only guy you could have vaginal orgasms with, the kind that left you shaking and your legs like jelly when you tried to walk.
He smacks your ass, surprising you and making you push back against him. He made a satisfied groaning sound and you realized he had done that to get exactly what he wanted from you. As you threw yourself back to meet his thrusts you could feel your orgasm, ready to explode.
“Let go.” he commanded, knowing you were trying to last a few more minutes but you let your head fall forward, hearing the way his cock is sliding into the wetness of your cunt. The soft groans he’s making from using your body. And you cum around him, squeezing him tight inside of you as you try not to make too much noise. Even though your toes are cracking and your’re vibrating all over you don’t want to be the girl yelling someones name during sex. You had a reputation you wasn’t to uphold.
You know after you cum Kelly is always right behind you. He readjusts you so he can look at you, face flushed from your orgasm, tits bouncing as he holds your dress like a scrunched up bridle as he rides you. You can see the way he’s watching your tits bounce and how he cans ee his cock slapping into you and then he’s there.
Kelly pulled out of you, you were still moaning post orgasm bliss glow as he came, splattering hot cum over your stomach and watching you look up at him in surprise as he covered you in himself. BUt instead of apologizing for the mess he made he stood up, tucking himself back ito the jeans and tossing you a band shirt.
“You can use this to clean up.” You dragged teh black fabric over your stomach, collecting the cum that was pooled there. Watching the way he didn’t seem to care about what had just happened between the two of you. He wasn’t the type to stay around for pillow talk but even this was a little colder than he usually was.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, standing up now that you were cleaned off. The silk of teh stress flowing down to conver you once more. He wasn’t meeting your eyes and you knew that meant trouble.
“We can’t do this anymore.” he admitted with a sigh, pushing his dark hair from his face and licking his lips, nervous for whatever he was about to share with you. “My girlfriend is coming to the show tonight.” YOu blinked several times. Girlfriend. Kelly, the man who had just fucked you, had his girlfriend coming to the show tonight.
“Oh, well it would have been nice to know you had a girlfriend before you dragged be back here and fucked me.” you said, the sarcasm dripping from your words. He had made you part of thsi whole triangle. He could have just not fucked you or maybe told you he had a girlfriend before his cock was inside you. Instead he made you the other woman. You picked up your purse off of the couch he had just used you on.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered it and you might have believed him if he hadn’t just cum all over your stomach but now you knew he was no better than anyone else on the strip. Which was good because you had a lot of options now.
#Spotify#kelly nickels smut#kelly nickels fanfic#kelly nickels imagine#Kelly nickels fan fic#Kelly nickels
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Two Shorten the Road
part 1
joel dawson x reader
warnings: cussing? idk, bad writing.....fluff, cuteness, monsters(is this a warning), mentions of death, SPOILERS
word count: 2154
prompt: when your best friend decides to leave your colony to go find the love of his life, you decide to join him on his journey even if you aren’t so happy about where this journey is going
Welp I did it, I took it into my own hands. I am writing a joel dawson series. Because we👏need 👏more👏joel👏fics👏 it’s basically the movie, almost the same script but obviously slightly different…ENJOY! <3
No one in my generation or later had a typical upbringing, I mean some of us did but then the world ended. This type of thing sounds straight out of some apocalyptic movie, but we basically live in one now. Agatha 616, an asteroid heading straight for earth, I know, so original. So we all came together and did what we do best, blow things up. Yup, we blew up teh asteroid, and humanity was saved! We thought. But here’s the thing about rockets, they are made of a bunch of chemical compounds which eventually rained back down on earth. Suddenly there were these Aileen creatures that mutated and started eating us. Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles, you name it. Our president was even killed by a giant moth. Ya….not so original now huh? We suddenly need tanks to kill ants, oh man I remember the good old days when a shoe would do just fine. Sometimes even the tanks didn’t work. Eventually the really big ones and our military took each other out and we lost 95% of the human population in a year! Those of us who survived hid, bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years I’ve been hiding in an underground bunker. It’s really not as bad as it sounds, and it’s better than getting eaten alive. It’s a great group of people and we all love each other.
“Are you sure they’re asleep?”
“Who?”
“Y/N and joel!”
“Oh ya I’m sure”
“Joel? Y/n?”
“He’s asleep”
Actually we are both awake. Me and my best friend joel have kinda mastered faking being asleep. Our beds are right across from each other so we normally just lie there and make stupid faces at each other. We are the only two single people in our bunker. Nice huh? Joel is my best friend. I met him when I joined the colony. He’s the sweetest. It’s funny cause everyone thinks we should just have sex already because that’s literally all everyone else does. But we are way above that. Anyway, joel is in love with his girlfriend from before the colony, her name is Aimee. With one “I” and two “e”s. He loves to talk about her, he writes her letters. So in reality, I am the only one who is not in love in this bunker. I’ve never had a boyfriend, ever, even before the world ended.
We don’t really get any sleep. The moaning kinda keeps us awake. I got up and out of my bed and headed for the kitchen. I heard Joel’s bed creak and then his footsteps as he followed behind me. Another annoying thing about being down here is that to get to the kitchen from my room, you have to walk though other people’s bedrooms. Oh shit, they are busy, why would they leave their door open. Me and Joel stopped.
“Oh” joel and I said in unison
“Hey Y/N! Hey Joel!” Ava said
“Oh hey Ava” Joel said, we didn’t dare look over to our left.
“Y/N how’s it going?” Tim asked
“T-totally good tim, h-how are you doing” I asked
“Yeah, good” he responded
“I uh we couldn’t sleep” said Joel looking at the ceiling
“Ya we know the feeling” Ava said with a laugh
“Yeah probably not for the…..same reasons” joel said looking straight ahead
“Your guyses door was open, did you…did you know that?” I asked
“Yeah we know” they said
I shook my head and knitted my eyebrows together
“Okay” joel trailed off
Ever since Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of termites he and Ava have gotten really close, in every way.
“Okay, goodnight” joel said as we walked
Basically everyone is coupled up down here, a baby was born last winter! Welcome to the apocalypse kid. Ok if we ever get out of this, that would be an awesome story to tell your kids. “Oh ya I was born in an underground bunker doing a monster apocalypse” “yes exactly like World War Z but with bugs bigger than a 5 story building”. I mean come on.
So your probably wonder how the hell we get food, we’ll we have a cow. Gurdy. Gurdy is great. We also have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It’s gotten harder and harder, cause we ran out of bullets. And facing one of those things with a handmade weapon is just as hard as it sounds. It’s very very difficult. I go with them….sometimes. I still get scared. But I’ve been out quite a lot, especially compared to my man joel over here. I’ve been out maybe 30 times, he’s been out…maybe once, or not even. He’s the chef of the bunker. He makes super good Minestrone.
Me and joel like to hang out with Mavis. A robot. Yup. Not much for conversation, her batter is shot. Just like every other mavis I would imagine. When I’m not hunting we hang out with her. But sometimes I just go read. Reading and joel keep me sane. I mean sometimes joel drives me insane but I still love him. I have quite the collection of books too! I’ve got Emma by Jane Austen, a couple random ones that we found, all the hunger games and Harry Potter books, some mysteries that stopped being mysteries after a while, and then of course some smutty romance books for personal entertainment.
Joel likes to say that his thing is target practice. He has never hit the target but ya know, gotta entertain yourself. I think his thing is drawing though, he has this book that he draws in from Aimee. It’s really cool actually. He’s really good.
I sat watching Joel as he tried to hit the target, laughing a little every time he missed. It was cute how hard he tried.
“Shut up” he said shaking his laugh away
I laughed again, but then suddenly the lights started flickering. You could hear screeches and creeks echoing through the bunker. Joel turned to look at me. Worry and determination in his eyes. We both scrambled out of the room and into the kitchen where everyone was preparing.
“Hustle, hustle people we’ve gotta move”
I turned to look at Joel but then realized that he wasn’t next to me. Where did he go? Worry flooded through me. Suddenly the clanking of our weapon started behind me.
“Hey guys!” Joel said as he rammed into the railing, I shook my head. “Guys! I’ve got the weapons” he smiled at me
A few people walked over to him taking them out of his hands
“Stay” said Tim
“W-what?” Joel asked looking around in confusion
Everyone was talking and barking orders “grab what you need and let’s go! Y/N you coming?”
My eyes shot open “yes! Yup!” I jumped up and grabbed the bow and arrow from Joel.
“W-what's happening?” He asked innocently “what’s going on?”
“There’s a breach” said Tim
“What do you mean? Like inside the bunker breach?!” He asked
“Yes joel! Now come on!” I told him, patting him on the pack as I followed the others
He followed me and watched the plan get arranged
“Anna, Y/N and I will engage. Anderson and Tom plank him”
“Plank him, ya ok where do you guys need me? You want me to uh come through the rear or..?” Joel asked eagerly
“I don’t think your going to pass this joel” I told him
“Pass what? You guys need help, let me help” said clutching his crossbow
“You gonna make me say it?” said Sam
“Say what?!” God he was so adorably clueless
“You can’t handle it joel, your shook” said Sam, we all began getting into positions
“Ya ok, yes so you guys don’t get scared..ever?” He asked still getting ready to fight
“We get scared, we all get scared joel, but you get really scared” said Sam
“They are trying to make you feel bad joel” I said sweetly, trying to calm him down
“We love you joel”
“But your a liability”
“Ok why did that speech feel so rehearsed? And what about Y/N? She’s like…ya know?” He said bobbing his head
“Joel-“ suddenly the bunker shook and the lights flicked again
“Ok 30 meters out! Let’s move!” And we were off
Leaving joel and some others behind. You could hear the growling of whatever we were up against
I followed the others and listened carefully. I was freaking shaking. Don’t ask how I got sucked into becoming one the the hunters. Kinda just happened and I was just-
“OH SHIT!” I heard someone yell, it was too dark to see. Someone was gone, that thing took them. I couldn’t even see it. Oh fuck my life. Everyone began scattering, running away from the monster. I stopped running to take a breath, when I realized I was alone. Nicely done Y/N. The lights kept flickering. I heard something blow up in the distance.
“Conned? Conner?” I heard a whisper, one I knew all too well. Shit, joel. I ran toward the sound, and had no idea I was also running toward certain death. I stopped running. There it was, that thing. I’d never seen this before. I didn’t recognize it. I stayed silent, not moving at all. It slowly crawled over a shower curtain. Oh fuck. He was going toward joel! I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow and shot it. Right though the face. Next to its….eye I guess you could call it. Joel stood there, frozen.
I slowly walked over to him “Joel, hey are you ok?” I asked as I slipped my hand into his. He was trembling. Tears ran down his cheeks. He has a bad freezing problem, so I've been helping him work on it.
About an hour later I sat with Joel, still holding his hand as he stared out into space. We could hear everyone talking. How could this have happened?
“It ripped through steal”
“Anderson and I resealed the Breach point, nothings getting in that way again”
“But why did it happen?”
I tried to toon it out, and I hoped Joel did too.
“Joel, do you wanna talk about it?” I asked squeezing his hand, he looked so sad, which just crushed me
He shook his head
“Ok….” I nodded, I leaned into hug him but was interrupted by his voice
“How far away is Aimee's colony?” He asked
I pulled back, looking at him confused. The talking stopped and everyone look at him
“What?” Tim asked
“Aimee’s colony, how far away is it?” He repeated
“About 85 miles” he said as he furrowed his brows
“How long will it take to get there?”
“What do you mean joel?” I asked leaning closer to him
“Just humor me, how long?” He insisted
“7 days” said Tim
“Someone who’s armed and trained would hardly last 50miles, but you…joel” Ava said, I felt bad for him, he really didn’t deserve any of this
“Alright” Tim continued “now I need volunteers”
“I’m gonna go” joel said
No one said anything, they just stared
“It’s an impossible journey joel” said Tim, crossing his arms
Joel stood up, moving around my chair. “No im serious…I love you guys but there’s only one person in this world who ever truly made me happy and she’s only 85 miles away” he said strongly “I’m gonna go see her” I could see his mind was made up
God he was such a romantic, how could you not love this guy? Sure it hurts when your best friend tells you that you didn’t make him truly happy. Especially when you maybe sorta kinda have a crush on him.
He let out a breath “woah, that felt awesome” he said as he walked off to start packing
I stood there for a second processing and thinking, but then suddenly my mouth took over and well….
“I’m coming with you!” I said, he froze “I mean you can’t leave me here with these middle aged people, and your my best friend so” I shrugged
“I’ll come back for you I promise” he walked over to me “I can’t let you put yourself in even more danger” he said grabbing my arms
“I can’t let you put yourself in danger knowing that I could have helped protect you” I said, he stared blankly at me
I smiled “o-ohK…then I guess…” he trailed off
“Cool I’ll go pack” I skipped past him. Was I scared? Hell yes. But like I said, I needed to help joel and protect him in every way I can. And sure I wasn’t so happy that he was returning to his long lost love but if it made him happy then I would live. And anyway, two do shorten the road.
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----It's been a long while but I wrote a fanfic
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-Fuugen-Intoxicating Moments
The warm sticky air hung heavy in the night making the three traveling companions grateful they were able to pull together some cash to afford some decent lodgings. Fuu was very grateful to be able to sleep without being eaten alive by bugs. The few odd jobs helped them accumulate a small savings before setting off again in the morning.
Mugen arrived at the room with several pots of sake in his arms kicking his sandals off.
“Hey!” Fuu screeched “ we aren’t supposed to be spending money on that!”
“Calm down we have plenty left over.”He rolled his eyes, sitting in the center of The room.
Placing the booze in front of him, he removed his red oversized over shirt. “ it’s our last night here that’s enough of a reason to drink for me. Maybe you should have some too it might make you more tolerable to be around.” He teased popping open the quark of the first bottle.
She huffed watching Jin settle in across from Mugen retrieving a small saucer cup to enjoy some of the sake as well.
In a show of reluctant compliance, Fuu plopped down next to Mugen with a huff.
Grabbing her saucer cup and the neck of the bottle she tipped it over slightly letting the liquid trickle out into the cup.
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The moon hung high as the sounds of crickets and frogs hummed outside.
After a few hours, empty discarded jugs were spewed across the floor. Poor Jin, now propped up against the wall, his head had been spinning and couldn’t keep conscious.
“Damn you two drank up a lot of my booze...Did Jin pass out? Good grief...” Mugen grumbled as he swished around the last jug to hear the half-empty sloshing noise it made before pouring himself another cup.
Fuu swigged back what was left in her cup and let out a dramatic sigh after the liquid slid down her throat. The once burning sensation has long become numbed out with a lot of her mind. All she could feel was how warm her face had gotten.
“ Don’t complain, I worked for that money too! I wanna celebrate~” she slurred reaching for the jug in front of Mugen sloppily pointing herself another drink.
“ Not what I would call a celebration. There’s not even any women here to get things going.” the crude man complained lowering his cup from his lips.
“Well then, what would you call me...” she blurted out glaring over at him.
“Pfft! A plank of wood that’s a pain in my ass.” He cracked without any hesitation.
Fuu’s eyebrow twitched as a thought crept into her mind. “I got it...You just can’t handle a woman like me.” She said in a snooty tone, lifting her drink once more to her lips, sipping half of it down before lazily placing the cup to the side.
“Teh, there’s nothing to handle.” He stated bluntly shooting a look over to her flushed face in time to see her grab at the neck of her kimono revealing the pale skin of her shoulder and collarbone.
“So you’re telling me you’re not a man. “ she challenged with a sly smirk on her face.
“Fuu that’s enough.” Mugen said in a low tone.
Slightly stumbling, the inebriated girl leaned over on her knees. Supporting her weight on her right arm. She reached out with her free hand gently grabbing onto a tuff of wild hair beside his face.
“Awe don’t be scared I don’t bite~” she giggled. Twirling his hair in between her fingers, a sense of pride bloomed as she assumed he was becoming flustered.
In a quick movement, Mugen grabbed her hand from his hair and lunged her back pinning her to the ground with a thud. He towered over her, engulfing her form in his shadow, as a wicked grin came over his lips.
Clutching tighter he looked over her small frame, tracing each detail with his eyes slowly up to her face.
“You know what kind of man I am you little bitch. You should be the one who’s scared.” He growled as his hand shifted from pinning down her arm to clenching around her throat. “Are you really that clueless about what kind of monster I am?”
The quick movement made her head spin. Her eyes looked over his face as her fingertips slid slowly over his scarred knuckles around her neck.
“After all this time, I know exactly who you are...” her voice hitched, sliding her hand to the top of his hand “ I’ve seen you fight, steal, and even kill recklessly..but..” Fuu’s soft fingertips left his hand and softly brushed against Mugen’s stubbled cheek. “But I know you won’t hurt me because we care about each other.” the stubborn girl said with no doubt behind her eyes.
His face couldn’t hide the small shock those words caused. Feeling this soft warm touch brought flashbacks to the blood-soaked riverside and the words from the blind assassin.
“Inside of you looms a simmering storm of hatred and rage. But perhaps what I’m actually sensing is sadness. It’s as if you’ve never once been loved by anyone. It’s as if you’re just like me.”
Memories of this headstrong girl, throwing herself between him and the assassin’s almost killing blow, had been tucked into the back of his mind. Along with the cold upsetting rage of watching Sara die at his hands.
Mugen’s hand loosened, adjusting to rest on Fuu’s collarbone. Feeling the thump of her heart under his palm, he slowly leaned over, gently placing his forehead on hers.
Her heartbeat raced as her finger danced up the side of his prickly face brushing into his hair.
“Mugen..” she whispered feeling his warm breath on her face.
“I can’t take this shit.” He murmured as his dark eyes closed. Hearing his name said so sweetly sent a chill through him. Removing his hand from her heaving chest Mugen got to his feet and swiftly made his way outside.
She laid there for a moment stunned by his reaction. Before she could fully think about what she was doing, she was fixing her kimono, running out the door after him.
“H-hey! What's your deal Mugen?!” she yelled out snatching onto the back end of his shirt.
“My deal?! What about yours? Are you messin’ with me? Your little brain is filled to the brim with sake, it's making it hard for you to think!” He shouted turning towards her.
With watering eyes, Fuu tugged harder at his shirt “Are you an idiot? Are my signals not strong enough to get through that thick skull of yours?!” her voice shuttered as she exhaled.
Mugen stood there silent for a moment studying her face, looking at the reflection of the moon’s light in her eyes. His mind was a buzz with her words but a tugging feeling in his gut held him back. “Look girlie, I’m not here to be your drunken mistake that you end up regretting. You wouldn't look at me with those doe eyes for a second if you were sober..so I’m out of here till you can get your mind back to normal. “ the stubborn man snapped.
With furl brows Fuu pushed Mugen into the support beam of the awning over the walkway. “Listen here mister morals!”She stumbled against him keeping eye contact. “Even when my mind is ‘normal’ I still finding myself looking for you or thinking about you.” her eyes stayed serious as she grasped the neck of his white sleeveless shirt. “I use to think it was because of how much you annoy me. But the more I watched you run off after women with lust in your eyes, I felt this endless clench in my throat that would spread to my chest. I can’t make these feelings stop. I can’t help it...”
Before he could proses what she was saying the girl pushed up on her toes yanking his collar towards herself. Soft lips pressed against his. The warmth of her mouth begging for him to consume her made his head blank out for a moment. His hands raised to his sides before he gave in. Grasping at her shoulders, adjusting himself, he pulled her light body into his chest. Pushing off the post, almost lifting her feet from the ground, he stepped forward shifting the control to him.
The sake taste of his lips was intoxicating on their own. Releasing the shirt her arms slid up around his neck. Feeling his big hands wander over her back as his body pushes against hers made her whole being as warm as her face. As his tongue slipped through her lips her eyes became alert. Fuu had never kissed like this before. Only small peck to childhood crushes. Feeling his experience made her heart thump with excitement as his hands reached and grasped her hips. The blush on her cheeks intensified making her head burn as her eyes narrowed offering her tongue to his.
The wild-haired man’s desire began to boil as he felt her give in to him. A grunt slipped feeling her slick tongue encouraged him. He slowly pulled away looking from her kiss swollen lips to her longing eyes. Mugen’s calloused hands went from her hips to cup her pale face as he pulled his mind together.
“Mugen..p-please...I wanna kiss you more.” Fuu said in a soft whimper. Her mind began to go white as she clung to him trying to keep her focus between his eyes and lips. Her legs were like jelly mostly holding herself up by his neck.
“I’m going to regret this in the morning... I know am... We need to go back to the room.” Mugen groaned placing his hands on her arms putting her back on her feet. Watching her stumble in place he let out a frustrated sigh. In one motion he lifted her into his arms. Without another word, Mugen walked into their room where Jin was still passed out. Squatting down he placed the girl's small frame onto a premade futon. “You need to get some sleep.” He said looking at threw half-lidded eyes.
The moments between being tasting Mugen’s fiery kisses and laying down on the futon were blank in her mind. Seeing him over her with that look sent pain through her heart. As he shifted to stand she reached out grabbing onto his arm. “P-please don’t go... Stay with me.” Her voice was almost a whisper as she tugged at him weakly towards the futon. Fuu's grip slightly clenched looking over his face.
Truthfully he didn’t want to restrain himself. Seeing her in front of him made it harder not to lose all control and devour her leaving his mark and scent throughout every fiber of her being. A small nagging fear kept him in its grasp making his mind reconsider his basic instinct. “Damn it... Fine...” he growled flopping down on his side next to her propping his head on his hand supported by his elbow. “But we are going to sleep...”
Fuu looked him over sliding into him lacing her arms through the triangle opening of his supporting arm and over the other side of his neck. Planting small kisses up his collarbone to his neck, she could feel his blood rushing under her lips warming them with each pump.
Mugen reached over with his free arm pulling out her hair sticks one by one letting the strands fall free under his nose. Her sweet smell mixed with the small impact of each kiss threatened to fog his mind. He looked down at her tossing the hair sticks to the side as their eyes connected.
Fuu lifted her jaw to his, planting a delicate unsure peck on his bottom lip.
Mugen’s free hand found itself running through her hair, as he leaned in closer, holding her lips to his for a moment longer. They slowly broke the kiss pulling back without words.
Her head nestled down in the space between his arm and his chest. The mix of the alcohol and his scent relaxed her mind enough to fall asleep. Her arms went limp retreating to the space between them, feebly grasping at his shirt to make sure he didn’t leave.
Watching her chest softly rise and fall as she slept lulled his tired mind to sleep soon after her.
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Day brake began to creep in as the outside creatures began to wake. Jin’s head throbbed as he made it to his feet completely out of it. The hungover samurai left the room to make his way to the public bathhouse to freshen up before they would have to continue their journey.
Mugen hadn’t moved all night keeping his back to the door as he listened to Jin leave. Hearing the door close he leaned a bit to peak over his shoulder.
A small lazy hand lifted touching his face turning his attention back to the half-sleeping girl next to him. “M-Mugen..” a faint breath escaped her lips as her eyes stayed closed.
He let out a huff before adjusting himself to a more comfortable position. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close to his chest feeling her give in to him. Feeling the warmth of her body snuggle on him, their breath sank together as they fell back asleep.
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Hawks x reader where ( if you know hawks backstory ) where there childhood friends and they grew up in the commission together then a villian broke out and tried to attack hawks but the reader saves him and gets injured instead fluff ending angst to fluff? :)
Sure thing, I'll give it a try!! It's my first time writing angst so please let me know what you guys think!💞
I'm going to try and make the reader as gender neutral as possible (which will be my first time writing that too) so lets see how this goes.
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I must protect you... promise.
Hawks x gn!reader
Angst to fluff
TW: injury, gore, thoughts around death (tell me if there is any more I need to add), HAWKS BACKSTORY SPOILERS
Summary: you and hawks grew up together with the training of the hero commission, however distanced once you two finally become the pro heroes you always dreamed of being. However, as Hawks faces a villain and his possible end, the two of you unite once again.
You always admired Keigo for his strength, talent, intelligence and overall ideologies. Both of you saw the flaws in hero society that were swept under the rug whilst everyone fixated on Allmight. But now Allmoght was gone, the seams in hero society had started to tear as villains found new ways to exploit the past of heroes.
Both of you had grew up in Kyushu, Fukuoka and then taken on by the hero commission for your quirks. Your quirk allowed you move through shadows and use shadows to constrict villains movements. It wasn't a very flashy quirk but it did the job of taking down villains perfectly. And due to this, the hero commission saw you as a perfect asset to raise into a new era of pro heroes, peo heroes with immense training since the ages as young as 5.
And that is how you met Keigo. Also took in the the corrupt hero commission, he would help you train and grow to form a strong bond with him. You two would always help the other out or comfort the other if the 'trainers' were too rough. You two promised to help each other not matter what... to save each other. No matter the cost.
And that is how you ended up here....
"HAWKS!"
Fuck, you weren't going to make it in time...
Fire was surrounding Hawks and you weren't going to make it in time....
Fire licked and singed his crimson feathers, turning them to nothing but ash and dust. This villain had been fighting for almost an hour now, shooting out whips of fire which he would thrash against Keigo's back.
You were so close to them. All it would take is two more rooftops to jump and then you could save Hawks, your friend. You can't fail him. You have to save him.
5 year old you crouched in the staff closet, careful not to topple any object as you didn't want to make a noise. You failed the test..... you needed to pass that quirk test so you wouldn't have to face the hero commission's punishment.
With each heavy footstep that passed the door your anxiety increased, your mind wandered to the other tests you failed.... and the beatings you got because of it. And then you'd mind wandered to Keigo, how he would also get punished for your failures because "you two were a team". If you failed yourself, you failed Keigo. You would never become a hero at this rate... never.
The door opened....
"HAWKS!!"
Finally, you jumped down. Using your quirk, you wrapped a shadow around Keigo's torso and threw him to the side. As a replacement you put your body in the villains line of attack. This time his attack was different though. Sharper. Hotter. Faster.
Subconsciously, you turned to face the villain only to be met with his twisted face of pleasure. His raised arm (holding a blue flamed whip) came down with one swift swoop.
SLASH
The whip tore through your lower stomach, burning the surrounding skin of the deep cut.
It took a second for the pain to set in, your sense of time slowing down and bodies reactions almost freezing as searing hot burns began to ripple across your body.
"H/N!!" Hawks scrambled to his feet and mustered the strength the move. Using the last of his feathers, he entrapped the villain and knocked him unconscious as the villain attempted to revel in your pain.
Quickly, he scrambled to your body. He recognised one of teh rescue pro heroes a couple buildings away from the scene, along with some medics who were waiting on standby.
Applying pressure to your would (or at least trying too) his blood soaked glove pressed into your abdomen.
"K-keigo." Your voice was above a mere whisper. Each breath felt weaker than the last, the once stinging pain slowly becoming numb as you felt your brain succumb to the possibly fatal injuries.
You were going to die. And he knew it too. Tears welled in his eyes as he grabbed your hand with one of his blood soaked gloves.
"Fuck, Y/N. It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. The medics are here right now an-"
"Keigo.... I'm sorry." Guilt welled up inside you. You wish you could fix hero society, stitch the seams back together and ignore the pain you two went through. You wish you could go back in time and save Keigo from that place, save him from the beatings you deserved.
"I don't think I'm going to make it. But please know this wasn't your fault."
His stare pierced your heart as his cool demeanor started to change into anger and mourning.
"Fix hero society."
Slowly, your mind slipped into unconsciousness. The blood loss was too much for your body to handle. Eyes flickering closed and your breathing becoming shallower.
"Y/N, fuck, please wake up. MEDIC! HURRY UP, PLEASE!"
The door opened....
Fear shook your body as you slowly lifted your head up. What if it's your 'trainer'? What is going to happen to you? Will they be angrier because you hid from them? Should you apologise? Should you keep quiet? What will their punishment be? Have they got Keigo?
Finally, you looked up at the figure looking over you. Instead of the trainer, there stood Keigo. His eyes curious as he gripped onto his Endeavour figurine with one small hand. His wings twitches gently as he analyzed your state fir a minute.
The silence seemed stretch for what felt like hours, until he held his other empty hand out to you. A bright smile adorned his usually neutral face. He was trying to comfort you even though he is going to get punished because of you...
"It'll be okay Y/N. We can protect each other, right? That's why we are a team."
Slowly, you woke up. Bright white lights flooded your vision causing you to squint. You tensed, preparing to feel agonising pain within your abdomen.... but no pain stabbed you.
Carefully, you sat up, noticing the medical equipment surrounding you and the needles in your arm providing you with fluids. You pulled up the hospital gown noticing there was no blood but just a bandage. It must of been healed by a medic.
You looked around the room.... only to notice a slightly bandaged Keigo sat sleeping in the corner. He must of been exhausted. His wings weren't completely healed either, still having clumps of feathers missing.
You smiled lazily, the only time he ever got to relax was in his sleep. Little did you know that as you looked down Keigo finally began to wake, almost as of his instinct told him to.
"Morning Y/N."
"Oh.... morning Keigo."
Silence flooded the room.
"Well, how are your wings? You looked pretty burnt up.." Trying to make conversation will never work with Keigo. You knew he was going to lecture you, you could see it in his golden eyes.
"What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? Getting yourself hurt as a replacement for me. Do you know how close you were to dying? Do you fucking know how worried I was?" His tone picking up with each question. His pent up anger, stress and worry began seeping through the seams.
"I'm sorry Keigo. I-"
"I promised to fucking protect you, Y/N! We are a team. You don't just sacrifice yourself for me! We work together through it! Why didn't you travel through a fucking shadow or something? HUH? I nearly had that guy and then you tried to get yourself KILLED. Did you even THINK about what would happen? What that would do to me?!"
"Keigo..."
Once again....silence.
"I also promised to protect you. You know you couldn't take that guy down, you didn't have any distractions. Yes I should of thought about it but that was the only option.... I also promised to protect you.... I'm sorry but that's what i did. I tried protect you. But I guess I failed again.... I'm so sorry Keigo. " Tears welled in your eyes and began to purr down your face.
"I thought that you are more valuable to hero society than me.... you're stronger and smarter... better quirk too. I thought that if I d-died you would get to live another day and s-save people."
Sobs wracked through your body and Keigo stilled. His frustrations quickly dwindled away...
Did you really think that way?
Fuck, you failed him again. You thought since your training days that you had getting stronger. Smarter. But no, you were wrong. Everything was wrong. You couldn't even protect your best friend, and the man you loved. And you were to weak to even confess anything to him.
"Y/N, please listen to me." He got up and walked towards your bed, sitting down at the edge. Lifting a bandaged hand Keigo stroked through your hair. " I'm thankful you saved me. And yes, you did protect me. Don't belittle yourself. But please don't think that running towards death will help. We NEED you in hero society, you have saved so many people. Remember when we were being trained? You saved me then, you gave me someone to talk to and someone to befriend."
Slowly you lifted your head and to look into his eyes as he sighed.
"Please don't go running towards death again.... I want to spend more time with you and I want to be a team with you. A real team this time."
He looked into your eyes.
"Y/N, I think I'm trying to say.... can I take you out some time?"
Ohmygod. You stared at him wide eyed. At first he thought you were going to reject him, his body language turning nervous. That was until an almost smug smirk mixed with genuine happiness adorned your face.
"I would love to" you giggled a little bit. "Once I'm out of the hospital ofcourse."
God even on your death bed you couldn't be serious.
A smile spread across Keigos usually neutral face.
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AAAAAAA. I hope this is good enough!!! It was my first time writing angst so I didn't really know how I should do it, but I hope it turned out okay and I hope this is what you wanted! <33
Anyways, thankyou so much for requesting and the support. For the past day the messages I have been getting are so kind! At first my anxiety was exceptionally bad when I posted "Fountain", but the support has made me feel a lot more comfortable! 💞💞
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