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revasserium · 7 months

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Okay okay hear me out Rain: reader watching Sanji cook, just sitting, waiting, maybe reading a book but catching glances at him every so often and he knows they're looking at him and just smiles....sorry I love that man

accidentally in love

opla!sanji; 2,569 words; fluff, banter so much banter, flirting, flustered!sanji, whipped!sanji, no "y/n", confessions, "sweetheart", fem!reader, straw hat"!reader

summary: in which sanji is trying to cook dinner but you're very, very distracting. or, sanji finally meets his match.

a/n: i know i said i might not write for anyone other than zoro but i lied. i guess i'm a sanji bitch now too. fuck.

Sanji’s always liked to say that he can cook anywhere, anytime, given that he’s got something that resembles heat and a smattering of ingredients — like any great artist, he knows how to make do. But, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy this — the quiet of a ship’s kitchen, the gentle sway of the ocean, the simmer and pop of fat on a pan, the soft bubbling of boiling water — and you.

You, perched on the counter with your legs hanging off the side, hair piled up and pinned with a chopstick, a book in your hands or on your lap, the early afternoon sun spilling in to caress your skin like so many loving fingers. Sometimes, he’ll glance over while chopping onions or mincing garlic to catch a glimpse of you, and he’d find himself stilling, his fingers slowing, his breath suspended in his chest, caught like an insect in amber: held weightless and perfect.

“You’re staring,” you say, flipping a page without looking up, a smile twitching at your lips.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve found that admiring beautiful things helps me in my creative process,” he says, his grin going lopsided as he lowers his eyes to the ingredients on the cutting board — tiny, plump cherry tomatoes ripe to bursting. He resumes slicing each in half with swift, decisive cuts and relishes in the sound of your laughter.

“Careful with that mouth of yours — someone might accidentally fall in love with you,” you flip another page.

Sanji slides the cut tomatoes into a bowl and wipes a hand on the towel slung over his shoulder.

“Accidentally? C’mon, you gotta gimme some more credit. But if anyone’s fallin’ in love, it’s gonna be with you.”

Another page. Sanji plucks a few zucchini from a large bag and starts to julienne them into thin strips.

“What are you making?” you ask, finally setting the book down in favor of peering at all the ingredients he’s got laid out. He quirks an eyebrow, glancing up.

“What, finished with that book already?”

“Nope — just found something more interesting to look at, that’s all.”

Sanji blushes.

Let it never be said that Vinsmoke Sanji can’t take as good as he gives but by all the gods and monsters and sea kings — you’re a damn good flirt. Almost as good as he is, he used to think. Now, as he covers up his rapidly darkening cheeks with a chuckle, turning away to grab a potato for skinning, he wonders if you might just be better.

“You never answered my question, y’know.”

He looks up again, his tongue feeling strangely swollen and uncoordinated in his mouth. You’re grinning at him, your legs still swinging, but in the few seconds he’d looked away, you’ve inched closer, your outer thigh now almost pressing against the edge of his cutting board.

The first time he’d found you perched up on his long work table with a book in your lap, he’d blinked, crossed his arms, and debated on asking what on earth you thought you were doing. Chefs generally do not take kindly to their prep spaces being treated like free real estate for sitting, but he’d never been able to say no to a beautiful woman, now has he? And least of all you.

“Thought you could use the company,” was your answer to his then-unasked question. He’d laughed, nodded, and gotten on with his breakfast prep. But that was months ago and since then, it’s become something of a habit; a ritual, almost.

“What question was that? I was —” he asks, clearing his throat, his fingers almost slipping on the freshly peeled potato, “distracted by your —”

“What are you making?”

“Oh —” Sanji returns his gaze to the cutting board, now acutely aware of the smell of your skin, creamy and warm. He swallows, trying to focus on slicing the potato.

“Just a cherry tomato and zucchini noodle pasta — not often that we get such fresh produce. But Luffy’d asked if I can make chips from scratch the other day so that’s what this bad boy’s for,” he says, holding up half the potato.

“You sure one potato’s gonna be enough?” you shift your leg to cross one above the other, and Sanji has to swallow passed the thickness building up in the back of his throat at the sight of your soft, smooth thighs.

“Good point,” he says, laughing as he bends down to grab a few more.

You fall into a companionable silence, the quiet only punctuated by the tack-tack-tack of his knife on the cutting board and the occasionally shunk-thump of ingredients being swept into a metal prep bowl.

“You’re staring,” he says. And this time, it’s Sanji who grins, keeping his eyes fixed on the remainder of the herb mix he’s chopping up.

“Yeah, I know. I’m making a habit of admiring beautiful things. I’ve heard that it’s good for me.”

Heat bursts in Sanji’s chest as if he’d swallowed a shot of whiskey or gin or perhaps something even more potent. His head spins, but he steadies himself before letting out a soft, low whistle. He fights the urge to look up just to check if you’re as affected as he is.

“Keep talkin’ like that and falling in love with you’s not gonna be an accident.”

When he finally looks up to shoot you a flirty smile, he finds himself faltering as he meets your eyes.

“Who said I wanted it to be an accident?”

The knife in Sanji’s hand slips and he swears as it knicks the skin of his forefinger.

“Ah, shit —”

“Oops.” You have the decency to look sheepish as he shoots you a mildly reproachful look. But you shift your legs and tug open a drawer that had been tucked beneath where your knee had been, pulling out a small bandage.

“Come here,” you offer, reaching out as he stares at you for a second before moving forward to give you his hand. You gently wipe away the blood before pressing the bandage to the small cut, running a thumb over the edges to make sure it’s sealed.

The air hangs between you like dust motes trapped in sunlight, like first snow caught in the silvery breaths of awestruck children.

“There,” you say, the word no more than a whisper. Your hands linger over his, his skin burning where you’d touched him. Shivers skitter down the length of his spine as he gulps in a breath of air that tastes faintly of fairytale endings and happily-ever-afters.

“Thanks.”

He doesn't pull away. Neither do you.

Like this, he can count every single lash that frames your doe-wide eyes. Like this, he can feel the static thrum of electricity threatening to jump from his body to yours, and all at once, he understands why lightning always tries to reach for the closest thing to its storm-ridden skies.

Perhaps it, too, yearns for closeness — for that infinitesimal moment of connection.

He wants to reach for you.

Your lips hover a kiss’s-breadth away.

An alarm goes off.

“Oh fuck —”

He jerks away from you, the world clanging rudely back into focus as he reaches for the lid of a large pot, his heart hammering something fierce inside his ribcage. He nearly burns himself on the thick fog of steam rising from inside the pot to reveal six flat-face crabs, freshly caught that morning.

Behind him, he hears the distinct sounds of you slipping from the long work table.

“Leaving already?” he asks as he turns back around with a stab at his usual light-hearted cheek.

You lick your lips, grinning, “I feel like I’ve caused enough damage for one dinner service. If I keep hanging around, you might lose a finger next.”

“Small price to pay for the company of a beautiful woman,” but there’s a gravel and grit to his voice that wasn’t there before, and he looks away first when this time your eyes catch. He tries to busy himself with prepping the pan sauce for the crabs.

“I’ll let Nami know that the next time she wants to peek in on you cooking.”

“Hey —”

You pause at the sound of his voice just as you reach the door. You turn.

Sanji’s expression flickers between caution and anticipation as he opens his mouth, his eyes somehow sharper and darker than they usually are.

“We’re not done talking about this.”

You cock your head, “About what?”

But there’s a smile teasing at the corner of your lips and Sanji lets out a good-humored sigh.

“Alright, go. Or else I might lose more than a finger.”

Like a heart, he thinks as you close the door behind you with a soft click.

Dinner is an appetizer of cold zucchini pasta followed by a warm, tangy tomato veloute. Then come the crabs — freshly steamed over a bed of risotto and served with a lemon and rosemary pan sauce so delicious it has even Zoro sighing with satisfaction.

“Wow, special occasion?” Nami asks, looking up as Sanji comes around with a tray full of cocktails, complete with blood orange slices garnishing the lip of each glass.

“Ain’t every day a special one with this crew?” he asks, winking at Nami as she takes her drink.

Everyone laughs, but as he sets down your drink, you notice a tiny note tucked beneath the base of your glass.

You take a sip of your drink, glancing down at the note. It has three simple words written in Sanji’s unmistakable, slanted handwriting:

Kitchen — after dinner.

You tuck the note away in your pocket with a secret grin, taking another long sip of the cold, refreshing drink.

The final course is a heaping pile of home-made potato chips with garlic and cheese dip, and Luffy wastes no time in shoveling half the batch into his mouth, crunching loudly over a series of vague, animalistic hums and grunts that all seem to denote happiness.

You finish your drink and slip away under the guise of going for another.

When you get to the kitchen, it's to find Sanji already cleaning up.

“Need a hand?” you ask, setting your empty glass on the counter before lightly hoisting yourself up onto it.

Sanji shakes his head, turning off the water and wiping down his hands. He pours you another drink from a large pitcher before setting it down and pursing his lips.

“This afternoon —”

“I meant what I said —” you say, cutting him off as you look away, eyes fixed on your knees as you swing your feet away from the table’s edge, “if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sanji clears his throat, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette and a lighter, if only to keep his hands busy. The thing in his chest that he’d been so convinced was his heart for most of his life now feels very much like a ticking time bomb. Or perhaps a hand grenade, with the pin held precariously between your teeth.

One word from you and —

“So? What about you?” you ask.

Sanji sucks in a long breath of smoke, holding it in his lungs before letting it out. The familiar sting grounds him as he looks at you and wonders if you know all the things he’d do for you. All the things he’s already done.

“Me?” he asks.

“Yeah — did you mean it?” And for the first time since he’s known you, you sound uncertain, “All… all those things you said? All the things you’ve been saying?”

He takes a few steps forward, finally allowing himself to breach the delicate circle of your personal space, his free hand coming to rest on the counter next to your thigh, his palm pressing flat to keep himself from going too far, too fast.

“Three guesses,” he says, letting his eyes flicker down to your lips and linger there, “You guess right… and there might be a prize involved, hm?”

A small, knowing grin spreads across your lips even as you quirk an eyebrow.

“Three guesses to a yes or no question? C’mon, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re losing your touch.”

Sanji leans in and you can almost taste the smoke on your tongue.

“But you do know better, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You suck in a breath, reaching up to tug the cigarette from his lips.

“Yes.”

You catch a flash of his smile a second before his lips find yours. He tastes of salt and tobacco and lemon-rosemary sauce.

“That’s one,” he says as the pair of you break apart. The cigarette lies forgotten on the counter.

Somehow, his hands have found their way to the bend of your waist, settling there as naturally as the tide might settle against its favorite stretch of forgotten beach.

You smile as you reach up to tug him closer, “Yes.”

Another kiss.

Sanji notes with a satisfied grin that your cheeks are just as flushed as his feels when he pulls away this time. He nods, trailing long fingers up your side, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the other pressing at the small of your back.

“That’s two.”

You nudge his nose with yours and he feels his hand-grenade heart leap into his throat.

“And…” you hum, letting your head lilt to one side as you ghost your lips over his, “Hm, lemme think about this one…”

Sanji rolls his eyes, tugging you forward by the back of your neck, crushing your mouth to his. It’s more insistent this time — the kiss, the breath, his fingers, your hands — more desperate and fumbling, fueled by the ever-growing heat bubbling at the base of his spine.

“Yes —” you hiss, panting as the pair of you pull apart, your pupils blown wide and dark in the dim kitchen light.

“And that’s all three,” he says, his smile going wide with warmth, “See? You’ve got it. Knew you’d get there.”

“Did you ever doubt?”

Sanji shrugs, taking half a step back to admire the sight of you, with kiss-swollen lips and heat-flushed skin. Perfect might not be strong enough a word.

“There was a moment here or there,” he says, to which you respond with a light shove to his shoulder as you hop off the table.

“Oh, I meant to ask you — what’s for dessert?”

Sanji laughs, “What? Did my garlic-cheddar chips not satisfy?”

“Really? Chips for dessert? And here I was hoping for something sweet.”

You make to leave the kitchen but Sanji reaches forward, pulling you back all too easily, spinning you around and pinning you against the door. His eyes are soft with mirth but as he leans down, you can’t help but shiver at the promise of something more lingering beneath the smoke of his breath.

“Well then, sweetheart, I think I’ve got my dessert picked out already now, don’t I?”

recs r technically closed, but... if you have an opla!sanji one... send it here.

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luveline · 2 years

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i have been obsessed with the idea of eddie calling reader "sweet thing" and being like, so soft with her

baby this is the one!! i hope this was a request cos i had things to say <3

"Hey, sweet thing."

You know who it is before you turn around, attuned to the dulcet tone of Eddie Munson's flirting drawl.

"Eddie," you greet, gifted with the sight of his lopsided grin, his messy dark hair as he ducks inside the club room.

The zippers are open on the sleeves of his leather jacket, exposing small silvers of his arms, the very edge of his puppeteer tat. He shuts the door behind him before striding in, his scent awaft as he sits down in the chair beside yours. He should sit at the head of the table as Dungeon Master and his choice warms you from the inside out.

"What are you doing?" he asks, rifling through his pockets.

You let your pencil drop and sigh. "I've been trying to give my mage a cooler outfit but I'm hopeless with clothes."

He peers over your hand at your character sheet and shakes his head, hair bouncing. "Are you kidding? It looks sick."

You smile at his compliment, bashful, and then heave a great sigh. "With where we left off last time, I'm not sure she'll survive anyway. Her clothes won't matter when Dorvan the Tasty spears her head clean off."

"You're burying her before she's dead."

"I'm hopeless with your game, Eds. I don't know why you keep letting me back."

You slump in your seat, though you perk up a little as he sets one of your favourite candies in front of you from his pocket.

You've gone through as many characters as campaigns and have yet to learn which dice does what, each game a kerfuffle of asking your seatmates what you're doing every two minutes, not that any of them mind. They're all very accepting, besides Mike (who you've learned not to ask).

"Hm," he says, rolling his shoulders, voice mockingly confused. "Now why would that be? What reason could I have for letting you come back…besides the obvious?"

"The obvious?" You're almost afraid to ask.

"Let's think." His voice is affectionate with a hint of theatrics. "For every question you ask, I get to hear your voice. For every die you roll, I either get to see your sulky pout or your eyes all creased with victory."

He's edging closer, his voice decreasing in volume gradually.

"The last game, when you rolled a nat20?" Eddie takes your forearm into his hands, thumbs rubbing lightly into your skin until you're shivering with goosebumps. "Your smile? Your little gasp?"

He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingers gently, watching you from under his lashes. "Sweetest thing I've ever seen," he says into your knuckles.

"Eddie," you chasten, tugging your hand out of his grip. Not because he doesn't melt you into a puddle but because the rest of the club will be arriving in droves soon enough.

Eddie only grins, more than aware of his effect on you.

"And plus, I don't keep letting you," he says, standing up with a big groan that makes you crazy.

He shrugs out of his jacket and drops it over the back of your chair, moving to the locked club cupboard for everything he might need in tonight's session.

"You're a part of the club. Doesn't matter how bad you are at D&D. You keep showing up and you're eager to learn, the guys all adore you and I personally don't mind your company."

You roll your eyes at him as you turn in your seat though you quickly forget to pretend you're anything but enamoured with him when his scent reaches you again, strong, the jacket he'd discarded fragrant under your nose. You give it a secret sniff and your eyes close ever so slightly, comforted by his familiar scent. Green apple buried beneath a heavy cologne.

He's on you before you realise, one hand holding the dice box to his chest and the other stroking back your hairline. You look up at him guiltily.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, brows raised, mouth turned up smugly.

"You smell good," you defend yourself, cheeks hot.

"Yeah?" he asks. His lips part, the tip of his pink tongue appearing as he wets his lips.

"Yeah."

He bends at the waist. The chain around his neck hangs between you. "I taste even better."

You giggle at him and jut your chin up, eyes slipping shut as he presses a firm, hot kiss to your waiting lips. You can feel his breath as it fans over your cupid's bow. He tilts his head to the left and you take right, noses brushing as he parts his lips to invite you in.

When he pulls away you're dizzy with warmth, lips tingling, always so surprised by the effect even his brief kisses have on you.

"Whadya know," Eddie says fondly, the back of his hand gracing your burning cheek. "You taste best of all, sweet thing."

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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findafight · 1 year

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Kinda want to write a one-sided ronance post S4 au (within a fix it obvs) where the older teens start actually hanging out and Stobin (eventually + Vickie)confuse literally everyone. They greet each other with cheek kisses, call each other babe (or "Stevie Baby". Listen. Robin calls him bud or buddy or bub or bubba or babe and it's like why so many B's?? Argyle is vibing with it though and joins the bud train) and one time at two in the morning had a coordinated ramble about the names of the cats they will eventually get. (Sassafras, moonshine, and Garborator)

Nancy and Steve haven't really talked about anything, other than Steve saying "hey. I'm sorry if whatever I said weirded you out. I was definitely a bit delirious and Robin and Eddie AND Dustin were all making comments about winning you back or whatever which is stupid, you made it clear where you stood with me. Which wasn't with me. That's fine. and like. Okay yeah when we were together I'd daydream about you being beside me in the motorhome but thats-- it was a daydream. I was sort of thinking I was gonna die and. I wanted to share a little dream that made me happy. And then got everything confused in my head and made it weird and I'm sorry. what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for being weird and making things uncomfortable. I'm over you. I loved you then, and you were my first real love, and maybe if things were different I could love you like that again but. But neither of us want that or the same things out of life. And we'd crash and burn again. Plus you and Jonathan are together which is a non-starter. Cannot believe I forgot that when it was happening. Jesus. So. Yeah. Sorry for being not a great friend and hitting on you in the Upside Down." And Nancy had nodded and told him not to worry about it. He had been sort of bleeding out and planning on going back into the upside down. They could both be normal about it.

Sometimes Nancy and Robin try to have "girl time" at Nancy's suggestion because they're the only girls in the older group (sometimes. But Robin is not going to let that slip out) but it's awkward without a buffer. Robin is too nervous and rambles and Nancy is too annoyed by it. But they do get on well in group settings, and Steve and Argyle are actually the keenest to smooth over any awkwardness.

Robin laughs more with the group, and grins at Steve and smirks at Eddie and has a sharp tongue Nancy can admire. She's more comfortable with Steve around, insisting he sit beside her or on the ground in front of her so she can play with his hair. (And Nancy is shocked the first time she sees it, because Steve was notoriously protective of his "best feature", but she'd asked and he'd hummed quietly as she takes her fingers through his hair and put tiny, lopsided braids in it.) It's nice to see Robin less jumpy, and wonders what it would take to see more of the side of her Nancy only sees when Steve's around. She just wants to get closer to Robin. Wants a friend.

And somehow, beyond Nancy's notice, Steve and Robin's friend Vickie slowly joins the group. She wasn't involved at all in the spring, but has been hanging around Family Video and a movie night or two often enough that when she settles more permanently in the group it isn't a very big surprise. Eddie and Argyle welcome her in with open arms, Jonathan is only his normal amount of weary of new people, and obviously Robin and Steve are excited for their friends to be friends.

But it just doesn't sit right with Nancy. She can't pinpoint why, it just doesn't. When she sees Robin and Vickie giggling together, or having some back and forth banter that seems to feed into both of them smiling, or Steve throwing his arm over her shoulder, or Vickie leaning into Robin's space as they talk. She always sits beside Robin, Steve on the other, with Eddie beside him. It's usually a tight fit for whatever couch they're on, but the four seem happy as clams to not have any personal space. Once Argyle decided to lay across all their laps, and they just...let him. Finangled themselves so everyone was mostly comfortable.

Nancy figures she is uncomfortable with it because she hasn't ever had a close friend since Barb, and was possibly hoping she could be close to Robin along those lines. So seeing her so close with the others and mildly uncomfortable around her hurt, and seeing her and Steve incorporate someone unversed in the Upside Down into their little trauma club also hurt. Because what did Vickie have that Nancy didn't? That made Steve and Robin and now Eddie stick to her like glue? That made them want her there when she didn't know anything about what they'd been through and could probably never understand?

What made Vickie Summers so special that she's taken what should have been Nancy's place beside her friends? Because that's what really bothered her. It wasn't that Vickie didn't know, it's that Nancy felt she took her place. That Nancy wanted to be where Vickie was, and she didn't know how to ask for it. Asking, trying to talk about how Steve and Robin had bonded so well after Starcourt while she ignored them and then how they bonded with and absorbed Eddie halfway into their bizarre dynamic after vecna, would feel too much like begging or admitting that she isn't quite sure how to make friends.

Nancy is jealous. Jealous that she isn't friends like Vickie and Eddie and Steve and Robin are. That she isn't the one making Robin smile and giggle so cutely. So. She tries harder. Tries to be the friend that Robin and Eddie and even Steve deserve. She tries not to be annoyed by Robin rambling (it really isn't that bad, just. Not relevant. She likes heading Robin's voice, but thinks she could really work on having a filter.), or the way Steve always asks clarifying questions when he should really have known better, or Eddie talking half in different character voices. She thinks it's getting better, her relationship with them. But, still, Vickie is always there, glued to Robin's side almost as much as Steve is, and that always annoys Nancy. Niggles at her brain, that she doesn't deserve to be there because she didn't know what Robin had lived through and fought. Nancy did.

Eventually, Nancy figures out that she wants more from Robin. Doesn't want to be a friend she smiles at occasionally, wants to be the reason she smiles all the time. And that's terrifying. Because Nancy had never considered liking girls, never thought liking girls was a thing she could do. It was something other women did, not Nancy. She liked boys and always had, but. But maybe she always liked girls...too. maybe it wasn't something she that was one or the other. Being different in a town like Hawkins puts a target on your back, being queer in a town like Hawkins even moreso.

She's leaving Hawkins in the fall. But she thinks she wants someone to come home to. She wants Robin to come home to. Robin and Steve seem to be okay with it, from what she can glean of some veiled comments they've made that she's only caught now she's looking for them. They've made some remarks around the kids that make it seem like they'd be safe to come to, no matter what. And sometimes, some of the comments Robin makes about actresses seem a little...well. admiring.

They probably, hopefully, wouldn't hate her for this. And now Nancy and Robin have a friendship, she thinks she can. It's early July, and Nancy is going to ask Robin out.

She gets her alone, bites her lip, and asks Robin in no uncertain terms to go out on a date with her. Robin stares, mouth agape.

"oh," she says.

Nancy smiles, a little. "Yeah. So. What do you say?"

Robin blinks, and takes a shuddering breath. "Oh my god. I. Nancy I'm really flattered but I'm no-i dont- uhg. I'm dating someone." she groans, rubbing her hands over her face.

And oh. Nancy read the situation wrong "oh. Steve. It's fine! You don't like girls, thats--thats totally fine! Id just, um. That is,-"

Robin waves her hands. "No, no! I'm not dating Steve! You clocked me correctly. Definitely gay! Don't worry about that! Hah."

Something in Nancy twists. "Oh?"

"yeah. Yep. Not only am I a lesbian in a small town, I'm a lesbian in a small town that somehow also has a girlfriend." Robin says the word dreamily. Like she still can't believe it. Nancy's brain fills with static. She was too late. Too caught up with how she missed so many chances in the past, that she missed her chance now.

But Robin keeps talking. "And, like. Even if I didn't, I don't think it would have worked between us anyways. Too different, y'know?"

"what?"

Robin gestures with her hands between them. "Well, like. I like being your friend. But, I mean, I wouldn't date you?"

"why not?"

Blinking, Robin tilts her head. "Because of Steve?"

Something bubbles hot in Nancy. "What the fuck does Steve have to do with wether or not we would date?"

"Nancy. Steve's my best friend." As though that explains anything.

"yes? And?"

Robin looks uncomfortable, shifting sideways. "listen, Nancy. You're a good friend. And I've just rejected you. Maybe we should just. Ah. Leave this? I'm really sorry. I'll give you some space, just find me when you're ready?"

"no. What do you mean that we couldn't date because Steve is your best friend? Why would that have any effect on how you date?"

"it doesn't! Not really! Just. Nancy, you broke his heart. His soft, squishy heart! You kinda sorta cheated on him-details very unclear-and then just. Moved on. Pretended like nothing happened. I couldn't do that to Steve. Dating a friend's ex is a bad move. Dating an ex that broke a friend's heart is just cruel." She sighs. Looks sad. As though she isn't the one rejecting Nancy and tearing her apart for how a relationship ended almost two years ago. What did that matter, now? "You're my friend, Nancy. I like you! But even if Steve has moved on, forgiven and forgotten, and if things were a bit different given his full support for us dating if that's what I wanted, I think I'll always remember how he-- how much it hurt him."

"oh"

"I'm. Nancy I'm really sorry. I know how scary it is to put yourself out there, especially like this. It's not fair. I'm just sorry. But. It was true. Steve's the most important person to me. I couldn't ever hurt him. Not like that. Not even if he said he was fine with it."

Nancy stands and walks away. She doesn't cry until she locks her bedroom door.

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #ronance #one sided crush #spicy six #steve harrington #i just think a confrontation between robin and nancy would be really interesting #and robins feelings about things between nancy and Steve and how that would be something of a non starter for a romantic relationship #even if steve was like super cool with it i dont think robin 'held a grudge agaisnt steve for a year bc her crush had a crush on him'#would axtually let it go #and also nancy wanting friends! give her friends. i have so many emotions about nancy not really having friends #since barb died. :( i want her to have friends that she isnt dating ir wants to date!!!#finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #implied ships are #steddie #robin x vickie #robickie

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crescentfool · 18 days

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i've been doing a bunch of tartarus runs in reload lately, and it got me thinking about how i miss certain ways FES's clunky gameplay can characterize minato… (ramble about the great clock mechanic + leveling up party members in reload vs fes under the cut)

when i got to yabbashah block in tartarus (block 3), i remember commending the developers for adding the great clock mechanic. it's a much more convenient way to keep party members at the protagonist's level- so when you think about p3 from the perspective of trying to make it easier for people to play, the mechanic succeeds in this respect.

but now that i'm in adamah block, and that i've done lots of my once-a-month tartarus runs… i think that i got a little too dependent on it, and the way that i played through reload feels like a vastly different experience from how i played FES.

in reload, my party's levels are very lopsided. minato, yukari, akihiko, mitsuru, and fuuka are all level 90+, meanwhile junpei and aigis are at level 79, and then… poor ken and koromaru are at 71 and 64 respectively. (i never got to have a great clock for them…)

meanwhile, in FES, my party's levels were much more evenly distributed and were at least level 90. i did all of this manually for every monthly tartarus run because i enjoyed having options available for the taratarus guardians and monthly operations.

with how i perceive minato, i feel that the way i played FES feels more in-line with his character than me dawdling around waiting for the great clocks in reload.

FES's gameplay loop left me with the very strong impression that minato has to work twice as hard as everyone else in SEES does. it makes sense because, yeah, he's the leader, but something about having minato run through tartarus multiple times with different groups of people just to make sure that they are adequately prepared speaks volumes about his character, to me.

and while the tired mechanic is present in reload to some degree, most notably with allowing you to freely raise your courage stat when you visit edogawa after school… the tiredness system doesn't hit the same way that FES does, i think.

the way your party members in FES will call it quits when they return to the entrance floor at tartarus when they're tired, versus minato, in spite of all his tiredness and sickness, still pushes through tartarus because it's his responsibility…. idk!!! i miss that! i feel like this really hammers home the difference between minato and the rest of SEES, how minato doesn't really see himself as a human with needs worth respecting as long as he's useful to someone.

i don't think that tartarus being tedious (in FES especially) is not what most people would describe as fun, and i can respect people thinking it's a slog. but, regardless of how it feels to play, it doesn't change that FES's gameplay loop is a fundamental building block in how i perceive minato…

of course, i do recognize that you can just opt to NOT use the great clock in reload (and it's great when players are offered the choice to not partake in mechanics)! i definitely think that if someone really wanted to, they could manually level up party members, but i do feel that kind of playstyle isn't necessarily "incentivized" to the type of people who are into playing games for Having a Good Time. it's kind of like… "why would you do that when there's a much more convenient option available to you."

in any case! despite my woes, i do want to emphasize that i'm glad that reload has a much more smoother gameplay loop than the original P3 did, because it does make the game more accessible to people. having played both FES and reload, it feels very strongly apparent to me how the core gameplay formula of persona has really been refined in the past 18 years (to think og p3 was 2006 and reload is 2024.. time flies!). and reload has made revisiting a story that i love so dearly much, much easier because the gameplay just bops!

at the same time, due to my "i miss characterization informed by weird and dated FES gameplay quirks" woes, i still think that playing FES is worthwhile. (really, i feel this way about all iterations of p3! i think it's worthwhile to see what each version and side media has to say even if it doesn't Land™ for you.) but i also understand why people wouldn't want to play it, so i will keep writing posts about things i liked from FES's gameplay because i'm still very fond of FES (especially in respects to minato. these mechanics are so telling about him!!!) 💪

#lizzy speaks #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #<- specifically mentions of mechanics. no added story content just tartarus talk #minato arisato #today on lizz life: lizz wakes up THINKING about minato for the NTH time and is compelled to write a tumblr post about it #tartarus in reload is excellent looking and fun but i keep thinking about what i liked about how FES characterizes minato so #here i am... LOL... with my 790 or so word ramble... im so normal about the blue boy #i needed to get my feelings out there somewhere i just could not stop thinking about HIM HE IS IN MY BRAIN 24/7 #me playing reload last night like 'minato would not fucking wait for a great clock to make sure that SEES is adequately prepared.'#and yet my sloth brain awaits the great clock... LOL gameplay convenience is not lost on me #i'm stuck in tartarus rn im grinding rubies and stuff trying to get equipment so i can throw hands with elizabeth its going to be fun #im still not done with this game i continue to be haunted by tartarus i fucking love that tower unironically #uh usually id ramble more in tags but. go read my post!! because i like analyzing FES gameplay mechanics!! i am full of passion and love!

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Loved Graves locker room pep-talk to the shadows in the mw3 trailer, I feel like the 141 would witness one of these and tease the shadows and Graves😂

Yes. Very much so

Graves offered the 141 use of one of their bases to use as an apology for what happened in the past. Secretly, Phillip was trying to get a certain Captain John Price to pay attention to him. No luck yet, but he could hope.

That morning before a mission, he was giving his Shadows a normal pep-talk. They all seemed to like it, complaining the one time he didn't do one. He gave them all a smile. It was lopsided thanks to the scar on his cheek and then they immediately said "Yup, yup!"

Gaz was staring at them, wide eyed. "Do you guys... do that often?"

Alpha 2-4 Edward, one of the newest members of his team, frowned. "Does Price not do that for you?"

"No?? Is this an American thing?"

Graves glared at him. "As their commander, I do what I can to prepare them for upcoming in missions."

Gaz nodded and slowly backed away, commenting about cult like behavior.

Graves set his jaw and sent his men out. He was now substantially more irritated than before but he wanted his Shadows mission ready. So many Shadows had died thanks to those goddamn Russians recently and even though he had made amends with the Vaqueros, that didn't undo the deaths on both sides. His numbers were low and... well...

He didn't think his heart could handle it well. He had started to refer to them by their number, as awful as it was, in some way to keep himself from getting too attached. At least until everyone was well trained and not at risk of dying.

Alpha 1-3 Charlie came back with a broken ankle, somehow, but luckily no other injuries. Graves had her arm slung over his shoulder, helping her walk. He put her into one of the med bay beds and smiled at her.

"Hey, chin up, kiddo. You did great out there."

"I broke my ankle."

"Yeah, but you did jumping on a moving helicopter! I thought we might have to circle around or have you rendezvous elsewhere!"

Charlie paused. "You wouldn't have left me behind?"

"Absolutely not." Graves smiled. "Not leaving anyone behind, yeah?"

"Yup-yup!" Charlie smiled at him.

"Exactly! We're soldiers. We get up, get shit done and then ship out again, right?"

"Right!" She smiled brightly.

Soap frowned at them. He stayed silent until Graves stepped out in the hallway. "What's with the yup-yup thing?"

"It's common in the military here in the states." Graves glared already. "She's also hurt and I was trying to comfort her."

"Yeah, yeah." Soap looked at him strangely.

"Out with it."

"You just... seem to care an awful lot about them."

"Price jokingly calls you guys his kids."

"Yeah, I know. Just... you guys are all so close. There's a ton of you. Like twelve."

Graves shook his head. "I just... Want what's best for my soldiers."

"Right. Of course. You're a good commander."

Soap still teased him about the yup-yup thing for weeks.

Ghost never said anything, but anytime he happened to be nearby when Graves started his little speeches, he'd stick around and stare. Graves was used to staying on task, but it did get a little unnerving.

Just a little.

Right as he was finishing a thing about loyalty and how they'd all pull through, Price came in. He was drinking the tea they had started keeping on hand. His deep blue eyes stared into Graves with the exact same intensity as Ghost's and he was starting to wonder if it was a British trait.

"They... enjoy your speeches?" He asked when they wrapped up.

Graves shrugged. "Seemed to, yeah. Why?"

"Tried doing that to the 141 once and failed miserably. Pep talks and all that. Don't think they're the type that benefits from them."

"Doesn't seem like it, but you have good control on them without it."

Price smiled and sipped his tea. "Thanks. Mostly had to beat it into them."

Graves chuckled. "Had a few soldiers like that. Sometimes, beating is necessary."

"You seem pretty talented with just your words. I can see how you founded your company. Very charming."

Graves blushed. "Thank you, sir. I can see how you became a Captain."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #captain john price #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #simon “ghost” riley

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n3onstarss · 1 year

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Some self-indulgent Rottmnt! Raph x reader because I'm bored and projecting and had a Moment™ earlier.

Reader is a pale fox, agender and transmasc btw, although not much of it comes up besides species.

'This is gonna be great!' I think to myself as I trek through the dark and damp sewers, purposefully ignoring the small puddles splashing around my boots and holding my bushy tail off the ground. 'I'm going to get to spend the night with my boyfriend, at my boyfriend's house, and meet his family! Shit did i wear the right outfit?' I ask myself as my paws pat down my shirt. 'I mean, it's a plain black turtleneck shirt and my fancy schmancy green jeans, you can't go wrong with that! And i made sure my earrings are the nice matching stud ones too!' My right paw moves once again to feel up long pointed ears, claws catching on the three metal studs on each side, while the other stays wrapped tight around the strap of my plain black duffel bag. 'Yeah, I'll be fine!'

'Did i put all my earrings in? what if one closes up during dinner or something or they're lopsided? did i remember to pack pyjamas that are decent? God please don't tell me I packed two shirts instead of a shirt and pants again. what if my mascara runs? or my eyeliner? fuck did i smudge it on the way down?' I glance over the side of my hand as i keep moving. Luckily i don't see any dark streaks in the pale tan fur. 'Oh okay nevermind. no black streaks, we're all good there at least.'

I barely have time to continue my spiraling train of thought before I reach where I was instructed to go. I pulled out my blocky red phone to shoot Raph a text to let him know I arrived. I couldn't see this supposed door and i didn't wanna just barge in either way.

Me: Hey, I'm outside! 💚

RedRover❤️: Oh okay!! I'll be right there love!

I started rocking back and forth on my heels while i waited the minute or two before the supposed door swung open. There, holding open the hidden, round, cement door stood my beloved partner. light poured out from behind the barrier and surrounded him in a halo of sorts. 'God, why does he always have to look ethereal?'

"Hey Red! you look nice as ever." a warm, fuzzy feeling couldn't be ignored at the compliment. seriously, how does he do this shit??

"Hello, also Red! you look stunning, love." i respond back without skipping a beat, making us both try to hold in peals of laughter at the matching names. It was almost stupid how easily it worked. they were our signature colors either way! What with his red bandana and the red markings in my fur, it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.

As soon as we both collect ourselves, which takes a minute or two, he steps to the side to let me past. the sudden anxiety hits me worse then it did getting ready or even walking down here. I hold out my hand a little, a nonverbal ask to hold his hand, and he almost immediately scoops it into his larger one.

"Are you sure they'll like me..?" the words come out quiet, almost inaudible to even my ears, but he still catches them.

He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "they'll love you, Red. i just know it."

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He, infact, did not 'just know it'.

So far, everyone except the orange one, named Mikey, the spider yokai, Big Mama,.and the human girl, April, has a avoided making direct eye contact or speaking to me as much as they can. maybe it's first time awkwardness, maybe it's jitters, maybe they just don't like me.

The dinner table was just big enough to fit all of us, which was nice, and was laid out with bowls and plates. I'd offered to help set it earlier, but the blue one, Leo, had only shooed me away. tomato soup and grilled cheese was laid out, and now I feel like I dressed too fancy. God i look ridiculous, a blank spot in a sea of color.

Leo and the purple one, his twin Donnie, sat side by side as far away from me as possible, both their fathers and their mother seeming to follow suit. Raph sits to my left, April to my right and Mikey between her and Donnie. The other human, CJ or Casey, sat between Raph and Draxum. This left Big Mama sandwiched between Splinter and Draxum.

"Bone apple teeth!" Mikey calls, making everyone groan or giggle, before grabbing up the soup pot and ladle to pass around. I ultimately decide to try to wait until everyone else has gotten theirs so I'm not rude, but my plan is foiled when Raph notices my tenseness and scoops some into my bowl before reaching over me to pass to April.

Across the table i can see Leo lean towards his twin and whisper something. Both of them whisper heatedly for a few minutes and occasionally break eye contact to glare in my general direction, which only serves to make me want to shrink in on myself.

The urge to shrink in on myself only got stronger as dinner wore on, but luckily Mikey must've picked up on it. He kept up a slow and nice gentle conversation between the table, asking about everyone's day and basic info from me. Eventually everyone became wrapped up in their own seperated convos and left just me and Mikey talking, scooting and leaning back since April sat between us.

"So! what's your favorite color and why?"

"hmm.. green. It's very calming and it matches nicely with my fur, especially darker greens! very nature-y."

"OOOO! that's a good one! mines orange, obviously! it's a very warm, happy color and i love that!"

"Man you're reason is even better!" quiet giggling breaks out between us for a few seconds. "okay, okay! what's your favorite.. hobby?"

"oh definitely painting or baking! yours?"

"hard to choose really, either watching movies or listening to music."

"lame, man!" his words were harsh if his tone wasn't teasing.

as our conversation continued I could faintly make out remarks from the other side of the table over the other conversations. CJ, the other human, and Draxum, the other dad, were talking about school i think. Raph, Big Mama, and April were gossiping and arguing semantics. and the twins were whispering again.

Eventually Leo slammed his hands on the table and stood up. everyone had been done eating for a while now, but the sudden movement drew everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere was back, not as strong as earlier, but still there.

Without a word Leo gathered his and Donnie's dishes and left, presumably to clean up. everyone soon followed suit.

"I can get yours if you want." I offered to no one in particular, but Mikey, Raph and Splinter all took me up on the offer. As i made my way towards the kitchen hushed voices flowed out and immediately halted when I turned the corner. Glares followed me as i made my way to the sink, pointedly ignoring them, and rinsed the dishes quickly, ready to get out of their hair.

Instead, both turtles left and I decided to just finish the dishes to be polite. 'I wanna make a good impression so pleaseeeeee let this help.'

Turns out, the dishes didn't take very long and by the time I was heading back out it'd only been a few minutes.

By the time I was out there, movie night had been set up. Everyone was piled onto the floor to watch a Jupiter Jim movie and passing around a communal popcorn bowl, as Raph had told me earlier when we made the plans. Quickly and quietly i moved to sit next to Raph, snuggling my left side into his as everyone settled. About halfway into the movie Raph got a text and excused himself, as did Leo and Donnie. After a few minutes I decided to get up too, to get some water and refill the communal popcorn bowl, which was now reduced to unpopped kernels that CJ and Mikey kept eating. April snagged and handed me the bowl once i offered and I departed.

There was talking as i walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and i tried my best to ignore it so i wouldn't be rude.

unfortunately, my ears picked up a conversation i wasn't meant to hear.

"oh come on Raph! you brought a canine, a predator, into a house full of prey, and three other predators, and expect nothing bad to happen? what if theyre a villain? or lose it and return to their basic instincts? what then, huh?!"

'what is going on?'

"what? Leo, what do you mean basic instincts?"

"He means, dear Raphaella, returning to a predator mindset. seeing our family as either prey or competition. what do you expect us to do then?"

'oh..?'

"basic instincts dont affact anything, De-"

"Oh really?? explain that to your chirps and churrs and your savage episodes. explain that to Mikey hiding in his shell instinctively when threatened. Explain that to Donnie and I swimming often and our strange diets. WE have basic instincts too Raph, the only reason they don't affect our lives is because we aren't predators!"

'oh. okay.'

I stormed around the corner now, bowl still in hand and tears welling in my eyes. anger burning bright behind them. "You know what? fuck you! I've tried all. night! to prove I'm not some vicious fucking predator and you still accuse me of being one when I'm not even fucking there! I'm!- I'm.." the bowl slipped from my fingers, clanging loudly onto the floor.

horrified looks sat on everybody's faces in varying degrees. Donnie looked shocked I'd been there at all, Raph looked upset and pitying, and Leo.. he looked like i was about to murder him.

a small choked sob escaped me once i realized what I'd done. tears rolled down my face and effectively dragged my makeup with them. they didn't trust me, or love me or even like me. they see me as a monster. because of my stupid species. okay then, sure, fine. that's fine I'm fine everything is fine.

I began speed walking down the hall I'd came from, looking for a escape or place to hide. 'I'm such a fucking coward. running and hiding instead of letting them say anything. God this is pathetic, I'm letting my boyfriend fight my battles for me after i scared the shit out of his family because i just can't handle it. stupid stupid stupid.'

I hadn't realized I'd walked through the back of the silent living room, movie paused on the wall, or passed a frantic Mikey jogging down the hall towards the kitchen while absorbed in my thoughts, nor did I realize the yelling starting again and getting louder. all i could focus on was the "basic instinct" to get the fuck out of there.

Eventually, after a minute or two of twisting halls, I found a bathroom. perfect spot to hide, i guess.

I gently closed and locked the door behind me, not wanting to draw any more negative attention to myself. I flicked on the light, only to decide it was way too bright and turn it off in favor of the dim lamp on the counter.

The bathroom was a light green in color, with black and white checkered floors, which was nice i suppose. it didn't soothe my nerves but it provided a comforting atmosphere in a way. something that told me "its okay, let it all out" in its own little way. The bathtub was covered in a black curtain and looked inviting. I gently shifted the curtain aside as I started to hyperventilate, sitting myself in the tub. The quiet was soothing at first, but eventually it only made the bathroom into an echo chamber, making my thoughts bounce around my head in a quickening spiral.

It felt like an eternity before the knocking started. My sobbing only got worse, and louder in turn, which made the thing, person, call out. I couldn't process what was being said. I wanted to tell it to go away, to leave me in peace, but the words were stuck in my throat. my face was buried into my knees as i tightened my curl into upright fetal position, tears drenching my jeans knees worse then they already were. the knocking stopped as a few voices began talking outside followed by two sets of footsteps padding away. Light flooded the bathroom not long after and I shrunk in on myself further, curling my tail around myself to be as small as I could.

Footsteps echoed around the walls and the curtain was pulled aside as an unconscious growl built in my throat. When the voice started talking, my head snapped up, lips pulled up to bear my fangs and eyes wild. the thing, Orange one, jumped back in fear before backing, terrified, out of the room and closing the door. 'goddamnit this is only proving their point. i am a monster. i am i am i am i am i am.'

the same two words continued to float around my head until frantic, heavy running came down the hall and the door was thrown open again. My fur puffed up and my claws came out even more, only serving to make this feeling worse. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and i couldn't hear anything else for a moment. Then the door was closed, something soft was sat down somewhere, and the light from the hall left, but the new thing didn't leave. the curtain was again pulled open, but much slower this time. 'I really fucked up and scared someone haven't I.. goddamnit! stupid stupid stupid stupid!'

the curtain finally revealed the figure. Tall and dark green with red patterns and fabric. I knew him, i felt safe with him. my fur didn't lay back, but the growing growl stopped and i could hear something other than my heartbeat again.

"hey hey.. easy there, you're okay, Red, Raph's gotcha.. you're fine.."

gentle hands wiggled under my arms and lifted me from my spot in the tub, holding me like a wet kit, before he stole my spot. I almost began growling again, how dare he steal my spot?, before i was placed slowly in his lap facing him.

A large, gentle hand began to smooth my fur, softly pushing it back down, as another hand cupped my face. His thumb moved to push away tears and smooth fur there too. My thoughts stopped their spiraling as i finally processed everything.

'This is, was, my boyfriend, sitting in his bathtub with me, trying to soothe me from.. whatever that whole ordeal was, and somehow not mad at me..'

As if he could hear the question in my head, he began to speak. "It's not your fault, Red. Nobody's mad at you, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not scared of you either, I can practically see you thinking it, and you've gotta know that I'm not scared of you. I don't think i ever will be scared of you a day in my life. what happened out there wasn't your fault, you're gonna be okay.. it's all gonna be okay.." as if my sobbing rubbed off on him, Raph started to tear up too.

I practically threw myself into his plastron, clinging tightly to him as the, now dry, sobs wracked my body. His hand that had been cupping my face was now gently sitting on the back of my head while that hand that'd been essentially petting me never stopped it's work. Our crying dyed down after what felt like forever, but neither of us dared to move for a while longer.

"a-are you gonna l-leave me?" i asked with a wobbly voice, still on the teetering edge of crying again.

"what? no! of course I'm not leaving you Red!" his voice was almost offended i asked, but somehow pitying too.

"b-but-" i wanted to argue that he should. I'm as dangerous as they claimed, I'll only hurt.

"uh-uh, no buts. I'm not leaving and that's final." i was pulled tighter into his plastron as the petting stopped. "i won't go unless you want me to, and even then I'll always be here for you. capishce?" the hold softened as he leaned back, trying to get a good look at my face.

".. capishce."

comfortable silence fell once again l, just until i could breathe right and stopped shaking, before he spoke again.

"Do you wanna get cleaned up and try again?"

"mm-mm", i hummed while shaking my head no against his chest.

"why not, Red?"

".. they hate me."

"oh Red.. they don't hate you-"

"yes they do! you heard what they said, you saw how- how scared Leo looked when I yelled!"

"they don't hate you Red. They don't. please, trust me. they don't hate you, we can try this again and get it right this time. if it doesn't work out then I won't force it, but i think you all might've just gotten off on the wrong foot."

".. okay"

i slowly worked to separate myself from him as he stood up, helping me up in the process. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned on the light. and when I reopened them holy shit it was bad.

eyeliner and mascara made black tear tracks through pale fur, most of my cheek fluff was laying flat and wet, my nose was running a little and when i glanced at Raph it only made me laugh a little. his plastron had a big wet spot right in the middle of it, complete with mascara smears.

Raph almost immediately brightened at my laughter and began laughing too. "gods we look stupid," i managed to get out between breathes, "so what's the plan, tiger?"

"whatever you wanna do, love. we can go to your place, or stay here or whatever."

"... can I get changed into pyjamas before we try again? please?"

Raph took a minute to jokingly inspect my outfit before agreeing. my knees were itchy from the tear soaked jeans and my shirt felt a lil too tight around my neck right now to be comfortable.

Somehow i hadn't realized the duffel Raph had brought with him and set on the toilet, maybe because he was standing infront of it but whatever. I walked behind him to the bag and got changed in the shower. the shorts and tank top were comfortable, but thank god i brought makeup wipes.

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The second meeting was much better, but not a perfect success. Donnie didn't mind me much anymore, but Leo still seemed to hate me a lil. That was fine, I could live with that, It was my fault.

Everyone was settled back in the living room, ready for a different movie. a vote was held and, after a lot of yelling, Piss in Boots; The Last Wish was chosen. Raph and I volunteered to go make new popcorn and dipped within the first 5 minutes.

It was not just popcorn. there were drinks for each person, and pop tarts for Donnie and Mikey, and fruit for Mikey, and applesauce for Leo, and chocolate for the humans, and dry ramen noodles for Splinter and Raph.

"You want anything specific, love?" Raph asked, his back to me as he leaned to reach the top of a cabinet while i dropped into a crouch to gather drinks from the cooler.

"I'm okay! thanks though!" I lied through my teeth, I'd done enough, i would be good anyways. I apparently got caught eyeing the ramen and fruit though.

"mhm.. sure." another ramen packet was added to the pile and another handful of fruit was thrown into the bowl.

the food was hauled back to the living room, and my skills from being a waiter set in. i had 2 drinks in each hand, caught between my fingers in a odd way, and two bowls balanced on each arm, one popcorn and one fruit. somehow nothing fell. I actually got a little applause out of Mikey and a laugh from somewhere in the room.

By the time everyone had their snacks we were, like, 20 mins into the movie. everyone was content and, after delivering the go go squeeze and a pepsi to Leo he even seemed to mellow out a bit. everyone was happy and fine, it would all be okay. especially if Raph would get the stupid mascara off his plastron. (whish he totally failed to do in the bathroom, by the way!) Mikey passed fruit around with the popcorn and, apparently, nobody ate it except Donnie, April and I, everyone else was too focused on the movie or their own snacks.

comfortable and safe, I leaned over to April and asked "psst, what'd we miss?"

"ohh okay! so, basically"..

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gizkasparadise · 5 months

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Thank you so much for the recs, I've already seen he is psychometric and that revelation of who the killer actually is? It made perfect sense and they gave us so many clues but it was also a gut punch and I never thought they would actually go there. I'll check out the others, I was actually interested in watching wonderland of love but I think I saw someone say it has a power imbalance I think it was @dangermousie and that turned me off. I haven't watched many cdramas vs hundreds of kdramas. I think every good love story should be two people falling in love and taking the time and effort to support protect and care for each other and compromising and sacrificing for each other instead for just one person going to multiple extremes and it's not returned and I might be wrong but a lot of recent cdramas fall into the second category even modern ones. Maybe they're trying to compensate for the years of air head female leads and psycho male leads who treated women like sh*t lmfao ( not that kdramas didn't do this a lot too). Just something I've been thinking about because now that I'm watching a lot of cdramas I'm noticing a pattern. Also idk if you've seen them if you haven't you should, ming lan and yanxi palace are both amazing, they're 70 eps but so worth it, two of the smartest female leads I have ever seen and it's shown instead of just repeated to us by multiple characters like a lot of dramas do, the otps are great but they're both essentially character studies of the women of that era and what they had to go through as they showcase multiple female characters of ranging moral standings but all treated with sensitivity and understanding and the highlights are watching these women form beautiful bonds and use their genius brains to f*ck people up.

Omg yes @ the reveal for psychometric!! I was shook and had to bodily recover for a few days lol

Re: wonderland of love, there is an arc where things are definitely lopsided in the FL's favor (I call it the Grovel Arc), so I get why that could be a pass for you. I'm still gonna rec it though just because the dynamics are fun and the leads are both interesting together and apart which I don't usually find in dramas (plus their world views are so different, but in a way where imo neither is wrong it's just the innate opposition of idealism vs. pragmatism)

Oh I've seen minglan! I always forget about it when making rec lists for some reason but I do love it a lot. Yanxi has been on my to watch list FOREVER

And yeah, to your point, I do think a lot of it's course correcting re: power balance. That said, there's still a lot of Male Lead Is A Genius Who It's A Privilege To Chase present in newer dramas as well (unpopular opinion, but I couldn't STAND the ML in lighter and princess, for example).

#asks!#cdrama #kdrama

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heartofspells · 1 year

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WIP Word Search

Thanks for the tag, @r33sespieces! This looks like so much fun!

Drink

From the temporarily titled YOU:

"Name's Sirius," he says factually. "Like the star, not the emotion, and please don't ever make the joke. It's likely I'll strangle you for it." Sirius flashes Remus an easy smile to accompany his words, the pull to his mouth curious, enchanting. "There's a pub that opens early around the corner. If you can withhold from stalking anyone else within the next five minutes while I buy this stuff, we can grab a drink. I'll help you out. I know a lot about animals."

"I – uh. Yeah, all right. If you're willing, that'd be great," stutters Remus, stumbling a bit.

Sirius smiles at him, clicking his tongue again at the dog, urging him to follow as he begins to push the trolley towards the front.

You're forward. Not cold or aloof, but warm and bright. You're like beams of heated sunlight that slip through dying leaves during autumn. It's almost worthy of the poetry I'm now spewing, reducing myself to no better than the likes of Keats.

Wide

From the also temporarily titled SSS:

"Oh, thank fuck," mutters James, his entire face flooding with relief, hazel eyes falling closed before they're open again, fixed on Sirius, wide behind his lopsided glasses. Sirius wants to reach up to adjust them, but he can't lift his arms, feeling bound to his sides. There's something hollow in James' expression as he stares at him, lining the joy he's trying to push forward, like he's hiding the rest of it. "You've been – I didn't think you'd – it's been hours – but you're – thank fuck."

And James falls over him, body pressing, arms wrapping, gathering Sirius to him. Sirius grunts at the weight settling over him, blazing pain through his joints, James trying to retreat when he realizes, but Sirius releases a noise in protest, needing him to stay for reasons he doesn't automatically understand, something clamoring inside his head, screaming for the contact, clinging though his own arms remain limp.

Scale

I don't actually have anything for this one, so instead, take a piece of mostly PWP I'll finish at some point.

When the fireplace flares to life, sirius blinks, unable to hide his surprise and confusion, emotions mirrored back to him from Remus’ guarded face.

“What are you doing here?”

Frowning, Remus is slow to respond. “You sent me an owl, told me to come get the last of my things.”

Had he done that? Searching the depths of his foggy mind, Sirius’ eyes drift down the expanse of Remus’ body, hazy memories ebbing to the surface, his hand scrawling out a quick note in the early hours of the morning.

“Right. An owl,” he says thoughtfully, words emerging slowly. “Right.”

“You said you wouldn’t be here.”

Hold

Also from YOU:

I see you now, Sirius, those parts you try to hide. Every move you make is carefully calculated, structured for the most gain, never leaving yourself exposed, except here, but even this is constructed by a necessary design. Parts of your life aren't yours to mold, owned by others, your family, even your friends, so you keep that firm hold around what you can. You control the uncontrollable, and this – this animalistic giving and taking, submitted like a bitch to an alpha male – is your way of allowing that control to slip away, surrendering to something more than yourself.

You, Sirius, need someone who can guide you, lead you away from the oppression coating over you like thick oil. You need someone who will control you when you can't control yourself.

Cough

I also don't have anything for this one, so I'll give another snippet of YOU because I'm obsessed with this thing. This one has a good bit of spice.

It's like viewing a voiceless play, story told through action without sound, Sirius all but melting as Remus watches avidly, hard inside his own trousers, the heel of his palm pushing against the growing bulge. The fingers wound into raven hair jerk backwards, yanking Sirius' head with them, exposing the long, smooth expanse of a creamy neck, curving perfectly, ready to be claimed, devoured, torn apart for the easy taking as their bodies rock together. Sirius' mouth falls open and Remus' lips part with it, tongue dragging across them as he imagines what those teeth and that tongue would taste like, the richness of honey and the bite of smoke from cigarettes causing saliva to pool around his gums.

Crystalline eyes roll to the ceiling, hands pressed flat against the wall, fingers clawing into paint and plaster with every tearing jolt of his body, Remus' own hips rocking in time into the grip of his fist, except it's not his hand but Sirius, tight and hot around him, those sounds clearly flooding out of him for Remus and no one else. It's still a curiosity to him, how everything had shifted so quickly, Sirius always so cocky and confident in his every action, self-assured and nearly powerful, but as Sirius caves into the brutal thrusts behind him, Remus suddenly understands.

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9 - the art of eye contact?

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Some things just, some things just make sense

And even after all this time

I'm into you

Baby, not a day goes by

That I'm not into you

As I sang the last few lines of the bridge I scanned through the crowd until my eyes laid on a certain blonde in the crowd. I could see Yuni silently cheering for me as she danced lightly to the song, Beomgyu was holding his phone probably recording my performance. My eyes landed on another blonde haired, Huening Kai.

For a moment I was in awe by his face expression - there was a look of adoration and awe in his eyes, was that a blush I see on his cheeks? I felt my own cheeks warming up, I quickly looked away.

Somehow my eyes directed me to the blonde who sat at the back row - Kang Taehyun was here. I gave him a nod, acknowledging his presence in the crowd and he nodded back with a lopsided grin.

Still into you!

The song was coming to an end. I put all my all into the last few lines. Beomgyu and Yuni cheered, singing along, catching my attention. I strummed the last note and pointed at their direction. My eyes closed as I sang the last line.

Still into you!

Little did I know I was pointing at Huening Kai. As a result from this and the coincidence of the last line of the song sent the crowd into a roaring of "Oohhh!" and "They're a thing!?". Joshua clapped, seemingly impressed and the crowd calmed down as the girl in blue hair spoke, "Thank you for that performance, please take a seat. We'll be moving on to the next candidate. Mr. Huening Kai?"

I quickly returned the guitar back to its stand and get off the stage, halfway meeting with Huening Kai. His eyes were not meeting mine, no smiles on his face even though he was just smiling just minutes ago. Nervousness was eating him alive. Bumping into his shoulder purposely I whispered, "You'll do great, I know you can."

Huening Kai jumped a little bit but composed himself quickly, giving me a smile, "Thank you."

He adjusted the mic stand's height before speaking into the mic, "Hi, I'm Huening Kai. I'm a self-taught guitarist and I can play the keyboard." His voice was shaking as he began to look around, feeling self-conscious that all eyes were on him. His eyes landed on me. I gestured him to take a deep breath to calm his nerves and he did it before continuing, "For today's audition I'll be singing a song by Green Day."

Joshua gasped, "Green Day!? I love them oh my god. Shimizu, what's his song- 21 Guns?! Oh my, I can't wait- Alright, the stage is yours Huening Kai!"

Joshua clapped enthusiastically as the girl next to him - Shimizu - pushed a button on the portable speaker next to her and the instrumental version of the song began to play. Joshua seemed to like the song and the band, seemingly fit with his black leather jacket and black hair appearance. The intro of the song filled the room and Huening Kai started to feel the rhythm, starting to gain focus.

Beomgyu nudged me in the elbow, leaning near me to whisper "He's been practicing hard, you're gonna be surprised how well he sings," he said, his tone was rather giddy with excitement. And true to what he said, Huening Kai's voice was like honey, like a breath of fresh air. His singing skills clearly honed and not amateur-ish.

He can sing so well, why did he kept this hidden?

Why was he so shy about it when he's obviously talented?

"Wow," was all I manage to say as Huening Kai sang the last verse of the song.

Is it possible to like someone for their singing? It's not weird right?

Perfectly normal, right?

Yeah, of course. He's my friend, of course I'd like him. His singing, I mean, especially if he's this good.

Yeah, that's it.

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huening kai likes to sing while showering. save for kai's roommate, nobody actually knows who's been singing in the dorm's shared bathrooms and they never actually tried to find out who. instead they just vibed to it, did their things and be like "oh, the singing dude is here". it never even crossed kai's mind that other people had heard his singjng....

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A.N: I don't really like my writing here. Maybe I'll redo it but I can't think of anything better to rewrite this chapter. Also, I have the urge make a tsukishima kei fake text imagines to feed my tsukishima brainrot. I love him. ANYWAYS I hope you enjoyed this chapter more than I do, thanks for reading!

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[ Garden ] - Outside of the dance hall, explore the miniature gardens the Elementals created for you, populated with all sorts of strange (and carnivorous) plants you’ve never seen before

"Chad!" She hurries to him the moment she sees him, her heels a-clickity-clatter against the floor. So much of the stage that's been set for them is like a dream, or perhaps a fairytale. It's something wondrous, splendorous, fantastical -- and she is so happy they are here, too.

"How are you enjoying the ball so far? It's never been like this before!" The princess draws to a stop, gracefully sliding into a place by their side, her hand held up for them to see. The mark of air stares back up at them, a verdant, if faint green. "Hee hee... Doesn't it kind of match your outfit, too?" A toothy grin flashed his way. "I like it! It pops, heeheehee.

"Did you hear? They say if you hold hands with someone, it makes flowers bloom on your necklace...! Do you want to try? --oh! Or we could go to the garden, too!" Closer, she leans closer, her other hand darting perpendicular to her mouth as she whispers. "There's mushrooms there -- ones so big that you can bounce on them! Want to go look?"

"...! Maria!"

Head on a swivel — Chad recognises the rhythm of Maria's gait easily, even in heels, and both relief and dismay simultaneously coil in his gut (because Saints preserve, they're both tiny and stuck here in this stupid playpen) — But the latter falls away like the shell of a seed, seeing how her eyes glitter and how her joy blooms.

A pause. The stars hang overhead, earthly but strange music reverbrating through the air, grass and flowers on the wind... It is nice here, isn't it? The atmosphere's great, except for the spirits hovering over them like eager children. Brown eyes dart upwards, self-consciously, — He already feels exposed enough without his cloak — Before her presence next to him firmly pushes theirs out of his mind. Huh. Her heels make her just a bit taller, now. The thumb of his left hand runs over the mark on the palm of his right.

"I'd be worried if it was like this every time." It's only sort of a joke. "I was kinda lost on what to do, so I haven't... Done, all that much, yet."

Her next quip makes them splutter — Their face goes rosy, again, remembering the conversational hole they'd dug themself into. She — She called them cute, that time, and they are not cute, but she thought they were, then — The memory just makes their face flare up that much worse. Damn, they really should've brought their cloak —

But there's laughter bubbling up alongside it all, and the boy can't quite keep it at bay. With an exaggerated groan, Chad covers their face with their hands, before shifting one so the palm faces outwards to show her their own mark, only half-covered by their halfgloves, the other gradually sliding down their face, revealing a sheepish smile.

"Mine's orange. Matches your dress. I... I guess we're popping together, yeah?" The boy pops the 'p' a bit harder than he needs to, his smile starting to shift into a grin, lopsided and snickering, steadily reaching his eyes more and more as she speaks, making them shine.

Seriously, when's the next time gonna be that they get to use mushrooms as trampolines? Fuck it, he might as well.

"I think... I think that sounds fun. Both the flowers and the garden, I mean. I..."

Slowly, his hand reaches for hers, the one not engaged in stage-whispering, fingers loosely grasping hers — Her hand warm, even through the fabric of his gloves. It's no handshake, not yet. "I was wandering around a lot, earlier, and I think I saw some pretty big mushrooms over there," Chad gestures towards an archway, leading away from the ballroom, "How does that sound?"

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samuraiko · 1 year

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Reading your imodna betting vignette, and realized that the hells doing their best to wingman for the two of them in their own unique way so would be really cute as a vignette

Again, so sorry for the delay in responding to vignette requests (see my last one for explanations). And I'm glad you enjoyed "Wanna Bet?"! :D

"A Little Friendly Advice"

Ashton and Orym were relaxing on the deck of the Silver Sun as they headed toward Yios. A throaty laugh echoed down from the poop deck above, and they looked up to see Imogen and Laudna giggling about something.

"Good to see that things are looking up for some people," Ashton said wryly.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me..." Orym lightly poked Ashton in the ribs. "You owe me ten gold."

"For what?"

"Our bet... Imogen said it first."

Ashton frowned for a second, and then gave a rather lopsided grin. "Yep, you're right." He reached into his money pouch and pulled out ten gold, which he handed to the halfling. "But that's a bet I don't mind losing."

"I know what you mean," Orym replied, pocketing the gold. "As long as they're happy together, that's the important thing."

"Question is if they're gonna take the next steps or not." Ashton leaned against the railing and looked thoughtful. "It's kind of a tossup right now, really. Either they embrace the idea of going for it because they nearly lost her once... 'make haste while the sun shines' and all that shit. Or they're gonna wuss out because they're afraid of being hurt like that again if something happens. Which, because it's us, it likely fucking will."

Orym was quiet for a while, watching the clouds go by while his thoughts were far away. "What would you do, Ash? If you were in their position?"

"Never been in love before," the earth genasi said bluntly. "But I care. I care a fucking lot. So based just on caring? I'd fucking go for it. If I'm gonna be miserable afterward regardless, I'd rather be miserable having had some awesome times beforehand."

The halfling gave him a rather wistful, sad smile. "Yeah, I know how that goes."

Ashton rested a hand on Orym's shoulder and squeezed it hard. "I know you do. That's why I can talk to you like this and not some of the rest."

"But what about them?" Orym waved a hand vaguely in the direction of Imogen and Laudna. "Do we help them along?"

"On the fence about that one, to be honest. I don't have the best track record when it comes to relationships, but fuck knows I have no problem being there if Laudna needs to talk to someone."

"You two do have your own kind of close," Orym commented. "Different, but still close. And that's good."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You gonna help out Laudna or Imogen? I know they're both important to you, but you seem to get along better with Imogen in your own way."

"Well, if she wants to talk to me, I'm always willing to listen. But she's... not always great about advice. She gets kind of headstrong that way." He shrugged and went back to looking off into the distance. "What about the rest of the gang?"

"FCG doesn't exactly give the best romantic advice, Fearne would just probably shove them in a room at an inn and tell them to have at it, and Chetney would probably offer to show them how it's done by practicing in front of them with Fearne."

Orym choked on his laughter, and Ashton had to pound him on his back until Orym could get his breath back.

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soul-dwelling · 2 years

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upopular opinions?

I'm going to pick something outside of what I usually complain about on this site and say what is probably unpopular:

I'm really displeased with how the Spy x Family anime and merchandise has turned out.

Don't get me wrong--I love the manga. But the anime and the merchandise is taking every step that I hate in anime and fandom, and now with what I just read, it's fucking gross. It's getting to the point that I'd rather read the manga and not get back to the anime.

Let's start with the anime. I thought Episode 1 was good--it didn't quite nail some visual cues I would want to see carried over from the manga, such as Twilight confronting his target in shadows, but it was good enough. It got my attention, I was happy enough, and I was looking forward to the next episode.

But then Episode 2 had such odd choices for animating Yor's fights, and Episode 3 removed just how bloody it was when Twilight smashed that purse snatcher into the cobblestones. None of this is a dealbreaker, it's just less enjoyable than I thought, and it exposes some limitations in the animation and budget.

It just feels like there is no impact to the kicks and punches...until Episode 5, where suddenly the budget kicks in. The fighting and action seemed better animated, and a lot of that probably owes to how the animators took the original chapter and built onto it, coming up with new scenes that let them plot out more interesting scenes, more fights, more action, even some song spots. I thought this would be a good sign for the series...

...then I literally just now read an article that they are making a naked figurine of Yor--and I re-read the text, thinking, "Nah, this has to be a joke"...and it's not.

It's the "Maka to Tamaki" problem all over again: we go from, "Hey, here's a character, they're badass, we aren't sexualizing them in some gross way," to "Nah, let's fanservice this in the most crass way we can."

EDIT: I just read more information, and I can't tell whether this is official merchandise or bootleg. If it was official, my remarks below are towards the production companies; if it is bootleg, my remarks below are towards segments of the fanbase.

Look, Yor is stunning, attractive, a badass fighter--that's fine, I completely get people being attracted to her. Yeah, trying to find fan art, infrequently getting images where the artist is just wanting to draw Yor to look hot, is annoying, but it's not like there isn't a ton of art that is just the kind of sickeningly sweet family togetherness art I want to see from the series. And I was happy that the manga did not lean into the typical dumb fanservice shots: if you want to think Yor is hot when she's in a fight, fine, but at least when I read it, it never comes across as the same pathetic male gaze problem. Nothing ever felt like it was trying to divide up Yor into parts for fetishistic enjoyment: if you think a kick or an outfit looks sexy on her, great, but it never felt like, "Here's a cheesecake shot for those of you tired of Anya's school-day activities and Twilight's espionage." Hell, Yor hasn't been in a position where she had to use her body to appeal to any target--that was refreshing, to have it be more often that Twilight is the one who has to use his looks and charm in a mission, and even then they have avoided a lot of the "James Bond bedding women" problems from the spy genre.

But for the merchandisers to decide, "Let's make a naked figurine of Yor," is over the line and just repeats the same dumb lopsided problem of sexualizing women.

"But Episode 5 told us what color Twilight's boxers are! Isn't that equal opportunity?!" The fact that such a detail was, of course, the only takeaway some viewers got was just exhausting--especially when it's a joke about how obsessed WISE is about Twilight's work and profile. It's a throwaway gag that doesn't sexualize Twilight, the joke is on WISE.

I've enjoyed Spy x Family for appealing to multiple demographics and genres, and while it is obviously violent, it never struck me as something too out of line for viewing for a wide age range, especially when the bloodiest stuff is presented in such a comedic way (for example, Anya imagining a mission with Yor where it ends with Anya just covered in blood). Yeah, this is definitely the cliche problem: "Oh, so all this violence and blood is fine with you, but the sexualized stuff isn't?!" The series at least felt funny and creative in how it executed violence; "here's a naked figurine" is the same crass merchandizing to get another buck out of the same typical audience. It's a cliche: "the anime fans just wanted their waifu as a naked figurine!" I don't want to sound like a prude, but looking at this series, about sugary sweet family feels, espionage, and assassinations, and still--still--going to the "let's appeal to the horny crowd" marketing strategy for this figurine is just fucking tiresome.

(That's not even getting into my headcanon that Twilight and Yor are demisexual, and sexualizing either of them seems all kinds of ick for characters who I think you could interpret as potentially ace, but that's just me.)

#long post #dwells whines

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tache-noire · 11 months

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Daddy's Boys

Rating: 18+ (VERY explicit sexual content)

Ship: Max Caster/Billy Gunn/Anthony Bowens

Content: Rimming, Double Anal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Light Degradation, Light Feminization (Billy's ass is referred to as a pussy/cunt a few times), Anal Gaping + Prolapse.

Summary: Billy lets his boys have and do whatever they want. Maybe they're spoiled, but they take good care of him, too.

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Another Wednesday, another victory for the Acclaimed. Another celebration in their hotel room– honestly, one of the best perks of the job. Being Billy Gunn's most special, favorite boys comes with a LOT of perks. Anybody could watch his tapes from WWE and know he was a slut, but they probably think he's grown out of it. That he's too old to keep up with a couple horny young guys. But nope, he takes good care of them. And he lets them do just about anything they want, as long as they win matches. It's been a great incentive so far. Except for a few slip-ups and cheaters, Max and Anthony take home a win every week, and get to enjoy their mentor's namesake to their heart's content.

The little cuck chair in the corner turns out to be the perfect height. It puts Max right at eye level with Daddy's Ass, and the overworked hole between those famous cheeks. If only they all knew. Max has a comfy front-row seat to spread Billy open and reveal that soft pink gash, looking like a scar and twitching when he leans in close to blow cool air across it. The twitch turns to a full-body shiver, chased by a groan that's half-muffled by Anthony's mouth. Max licks his lips and presses a fat, wet kiss to it, mirroring what his tag partner's doing up front. Making out with Billy's asshole, circling the wrinkled edges with his tongue. Driving in deep with his nose squashed up against his tailbone. Billy moans, louder and clearer this time, and Anthony chuckles.

"That feel good, Daddy? Max eatin' that pussy out?"

He looks like a perfect whore. Slack-jawed and red-faced with shiny, swollen lips. Anthony traces them with his thumb before hooking it in his mouth and pressing his tongue.

"I asked you, is Max eatin' your pussy right? 'Cause if he's not, he'll stop."

Drooling around the digit and down, his own chin, their mentor manages to pant some pathetic, garbled version of "It's good, don't stop." Clear and sincere enough that neither of them want to hold off and really make him beg for it. Not tonight, at least. Billy chose them once and for all, even with the tag team belts on his real sons, Max and Anthony are his boys . And Billy's boys get whatever they want when they win. They're spoiled like that.

Max pulls back to spit on his slackened hole before diving back in with three fingers alongside his tongue to help open him up. Not that it really takes much, with his long career of slutting it up on camera and off, but they've got plans for Daddy Ass tonight. They need him as pliable as they can get. Billy takes it just fine. He rocks back against Max's face, earning himself a hard spank that jolts him forward again. Anthony's got both of their dicks in his hand and just squeezes now and then while Billy grinds into his grip. He's good and horny and happy to be between his boys.

"How's it looking? Ready for me yet?"

Max bites Billy's ass cheek and sits up straighter to see Anthony peeking over his shoulder. He grins, lopsided, chin shiny with saliva.

"Yeah. You got lube?"

"Way ahead of you."

This is why they're so good. Perfectly in sync all the time, with everything they do. Anthony's already lubed up, and his cock sinks into Billy's hole like it's nothing. His insides, scalding hot and velvety soft, flex around his length, practically sucking him in to the hilt. Like he belongs there. Like Billy was meant for this, and wrestling is just how he meets nice, strong young men to fill him up and stretch him out.

He lets out a shuddering moan, his forehead dropping to Anthony's shoulder as he starts to fuck up into him. Max stays in his front-row seat, lazily jerking himself. Watching their mentor's greedy, puffy cunt swallow up every inch. Dusky pink in his pale cleft, where the fake tan doesn't reach. Slick with lube and saliva. Making filthy, wet, squelchy little sounds now and then that make Max's dick twitch.

"Mmh, Mm-Max," he grunts, as if he's reading his mind.

"Yeah? Whatcha need, Daddy?"

"You, c'mere."

"Aw, want me to come up there and fuck your throat?"

Billy nods, whining when Anthony slows down. He and Max share a conspiratorial look behind the old man's back. Max stands and pushes his chair back. He massages Billy's thick thighs, the taut meat of his ass, prying his rim with his thumbs.

"You sure? 'Cause I don't think you're full enough back here."

He plunges one in alongside Anthony's cock. It's not even that tight of a fit. Oh yeah, this'll definitely work. Billy wriggles a little.

"Ff-fuck, you wanna– I don't know if I can, you're–"

"Too big? Aww, Daddy, you're so sweet to us."

Anthony snickers. He kisses up Billy's neck, sucking dark marks into his spray-tanned skin all the way back to his lips. Max sees his hands move up and feels Billy clench, and knows he's exploiting one of his other weaknesses, playing with his nipples while he tongue-fucks his mouth. Making him go all sweet and stupid for them again. He scoots them both up the bed to make room for Max, who knees up behind Billy and slicks himself with an excessive amount of lube.

"You're always soooo good to us, Daddy," he croons, voice dripping with honey. "Lemme give you what you need. I know one dick ain't enough for you."

He gets both thumbs hooked into his rim and tugs, letting him feel just how easy the stretch is. Billy's thighs shake. The tip of Max's cock kisses his hole alongside Anthony's, and he grinds back against it.

"Yeah, that's it. We're gonna take good care of you, Daddy."

He holds him open just until he gets the head in, then grabs onto his hips so he can't squirm too much. Once he starts pushing in deeper, Billy completely falls apart. He swears and babbles against Anthony's lips, then into his shoulder as he collapses onto him. He shudders, groans, clenches when Max bottoms out.

"Oh, Daddy ," Anthony breathes, somewhere between amused and impressed. "Did you cum already? Just from getting your pussy stuffed?"

"God, fuck, that's hot," Max grunts, helpfully. Anthony shoots him an overly-serious look that makes him giggle.

"You better not cum yet, Max."

“I'm not gonna! It's just sooooo sexy."

He drapes himself over Billy's back, then hauls him upright, sitting him down fully on both of their dicks. The old man cries out, arching in his hold. Max rubs his hands down his chest and belly and– yep, there's a sticky mess there and a softening cock for him to squeeze the last few drops out of. His callused hands on his oversensitive prick make him writhe and clench again, dragging a moan out of both his boys at once.

“Fuck, I bet you haven't been this tight in a long time."

Anthony sits up, too.

"And it's just for us, huh, Daddy?"

Together, they get Billy moving, not quite bouncing on their dicks, but riding them in a sloppy rhythm. His eyes are half-lidded and cloudy and they roll back like a bad porno every time he bottoms out in their laps with a meaty slap. His body shines with a thin coating of sweat. He reaches up and paws at the back of Max's head as he tucks it into the crook of his neck, babbling an endless stream of filth into his ear. Anthony doesn't catch all of it, but it turns Billy's face beet red. He does have a way with words. Their mentor recovers from his orgasm remarkably fast for his age. Maybe he can't get hard again, but he's worked up and horny, and holds himself up so his boys can focus on fucking him harder. They're only too happy to oblige, quickly working out their rhythm and angle, churning up his guts and jackhammering his prostate.

"Ah- oh, fuck– 'm gonna cum again!"

His voice cracks into a hoarse whine, and he makes a choked-off, ugly noise as his body's rocked by a dry orgasm. His flaccid prick barely twitches, leaking a little bit of clear fluid. Again, he's left slack-jawed, cock-drunk, trembling and moaning. The aftershocks have him squeezing weakly, and Anthony's next up to bat. But not without consulting his tag partner first.

"I'm close, Max, you wanna–?"

Max grins.

"Nah, go ahead."

Sometimes, they like to try to sync up and cum at the same time, but Max has other plans tonight. After Anthony shoots his load inside, they both pull out of him, and Max lays him out on his stomach, straddling his thighs. Fuck, he's a mess. His asshole's all blown out and gaping red, soaked with cum. Pulsing, flexing, trying to remember the shape it's supposed to be in. Max shoves his fingers into the wreck of a cunt, soft and hot. They come back out with a sucking sound.

“Fffffffuck, Daddy," he growls, rapidly jerking himself off. "Fuck, you're so sexy, all wide open for us."

He slaps Billy's ass, squeezes it, watches his ruined hole twitch. He lets the tip of his cock kiss it as he shoots, smearing his cum into the raw flesh before helpfully pushing it back inside. He sits back on his heels, panting.

"So, good as you thought it was gonna be?"

Anthony's already cleaned himself up and put on a fresh pair of boxer-briefs. Max smiles.

"Way better. Did you see? We really tore him up. Fuck, I'm gonna be jerking off to that forever."

“What, you think it's not gonna happen again?"

"I dunno."

Max nudges Billy's still-prone form.

"Hey, can we do that again sometime…. Shit, he's out."

"Oh, damn. Don't let him suffocate, roll him over."

He's a big man. It takes both of them to get him on his back, cleaned up, and eventually under the covers. Then they can finally get comfy, spooning and cuddling up to Daddy Ass while he quietly snores away. It'll probably take both of them to get him out of bed in the morning. Yeah, It'll probably be a while before they can convince him to do this again. Well, all the more incentive to get their belts back. Winners get whatever they want.

#aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #rpf #billy gunn #max caster #anthony bowens #the acclaimed #fanfic #THIS SLUTTY OLD MAN HAS BEWITCHED ME BODY AND SOUL #also hey. this is your wakeup call to write more daddy/mommy SUBS.#this is another fic where i really dont know WHEN it takes place

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sq0ux · 1 year

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Latin Letter Tier List

S: D, J, S

A: L, F, Z

B: B, C, W, X, Y

C: A, E, I, O, U

D: G, M, N, Q, R

E: H, K, T, P

F: V

S tier is reserved for those letters that are special to me. D sets up deez nuts jokes so effectively, also the beginning of several insults that I particularly like (dipshit, dumbass, degen). J is the first letter of my name and is a fun letter, especially in cursive. It has a fun name and a fun sound. S is up here because it is also really fun to write, though less so in cursive. It also has the distinction of being the highest tier despite being so late in the alphabet.

A Tier is for some solid letters. L is really good, very simple, and it's funny to give L's out to people, it also looks really stable and is simple to write. F is up here because Fuck is just so relieving to say, and I think must of that is due to the f sound. It only doesn't reach S tier because it looks lopsided. Z is really cool, and the sound is great. It also has a weird factor that is really appealing to me. The alternate writing Z also looks nice, though I don't like that you have to pick up the pen to add it.

B Tier is for above average letters, we got some heavy hitters like B and C, and the wildcards at the end of the alphabet with W, X, and Y. B and C are staples of the alphabet and provide the foundation of the alphabet with easier sounds. That being said, they also aren't particularly interesting outside of that foundation. W, X, and Y are the opposite, they can only be so out there because of the foundation the earlier letters set up. Again, however, they aren't particularly interesting outside of being weird.

C Tier is for vowels. Vowels are the glue that hold the letters together. They are vital portions of the alphabet and are definitely interesting as a result. On the other hand, their designs leave a lot to desire. A has been tainted by amogus which can be positive or negative, but outside of that it's just not interesting. E is a step up, though unstable looking. I is bad, though i is a little better. I with crosses is even better, though it is not often written as such. O is boring, and U is just passable. The nail in the coffin for me is that they show up so often that they become background noise. Like yeah, they're there, but no one ever focusses on them. Right in the middle of the tier list.

D Tier is below average. G, M, N, Q, and R. G has a banger sound, but its design is confused. When drawing, it leaves your utensil inside the curve, so you either have to pick up your hand or attempt to work your way out of the situation. M and N are so similar, and that is a big harm. They're basically the same design and I don't really like it, and they're right next to each other so you expereince the similarity immediately. Q is weird for the sake of being weird, and its overreliance on u carrying it is dissapointing. Also it borrows heavily from O, but the sounds aren't similar at all, and they are close to each other in the alphabet, further deriding Q in my mind. R is just not good. Design is fine I guess, but the sound peeves me. It's just growling. Don't like much at all.

E Tier is for letters I'm especially dissapointed in. H, K, T, and P. H and K are just worse implementations of G. In order to draw them, you have to pick up your utensil or think a lot about how to navigate the minefiels without it looking awful. Their designs also aren't cool enough to make up for it like X. T is just I without the bottom cross, so it looks really unstable. It looks like it could fall at any moment. It's sound is also substandard and also falls into the pick up utensil problem. P is basically T, but better sound and more unstable design. Also can't hear anymore without immediately jumping to -nis, though that's just me.

F Tier is reserved for my least favorite letter, V. What the fuck is that. It's by far the most precarious looking of the letters, you'd never be able to stand that thing up. The sound is so weird, it's just F but worse in every way. It looks like shit, it doesn't have the weirdness appeal that W, X, Y, and Z have, and it doesn't do anything well. With other high tier letters I can look past faults in favor of their positive aspects, but with V there are only faults. The only praise I can give it is simple design, but even that comes with an asterisk in that it's really awkward to write quickly, you have to make it a point otherwise it looks like a U.

Solid set of letters we have. Except V. Imagine that there is a gap between E and F tier. The worst of the E tier letters far surpasses V in my opinion.

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