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skylar-325 · 6 months ago

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Omniscient Readers View Point Read Through

Ch 73-92

Beginning: Ch 1-10

Note: This was so hype AHHHHHH so many of my favourite scenes

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"I am also like Dokja-ssi. We are on the same QA team. I heard the same nagging every time and lived with their contempt.

>when an ugly btch calls you twin

[The constellation who has been waiting for a harem carefully puts both hands together.]

>I…a what

WHO?

"You're not a woman."

>…huh?

She refused to admit that she plagiarized to the end. I grabbed her collar.

>ngl dokja i don’t think anyone ever would 😭

"There is no such thing as a meteorite in my novel!" It was surprising. I thought she would've copied this as well. "I have a sealing stone!"

>girl you’re really not helping yourself here

"By the way, I was in pain a lot back then."

Whenever I looked at this guy's face, I felt the '17 year old Kim Dokja' inside me shrink back.

>as someone who was bullied in hs i remember almost crying reading this scene in the manhwa. get his furry ass dokja

"Yes! I'm really really sorry! I-I was young at the time…"

>that’s BULL! you’re not the only one who was young! using your age as a mistake is only justifiable as long it didn’t hurt others. basic empathy isn’t taught with age, it’s something you should know or you’re just a shitty person. and like YOU WERE SEVENTEEN

"First, I will hit you until all my trauma has disappeared.

>oh yeah fuck him up dokja

[Some constellations are disappointed with your hypocrisy.] [Many constellations are questioning your judgment.] [The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching your judgment.]

>it’s so interesting to me how sp never actually judges dokja on serious stuff. he’s just in the back secretively plotting.

[The constellation who likes harems is cheering on you and Han Sooyoung.]

>didn’t realise there were doksoo truthers in the book but pop off my dude XD

No matter how I thought about it, this was the sound of gunshots. Wasn't the army already wiped out?

>i…oh right this isn’t set in America

"You must be mistaken. My name is Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja is the name of the guy I hate the most."

> there he goes role playing again

I winked at her. If I knew Han Sooyoung, she would understand what to do from now on. The woman opened her mouth. "I already know that you are Kim Dokja. Stop the unnecessary lies."

> that’s just embarrassing man. it’s ok, you win some you lose some

"I needed something to tell her when I met her." I gave her a moment before continuing. "Because I had nothing else to say to her."

> 😞

Living things with less intelligence than a kobold should do their jobs!"

>Excuse you? WHAT THE FUCK IS A KOBOLD

"Protector… you don't have any qualities suited for Way of the Wind. No, to be honest, you don't have the qualities for almost every skill."

>that’s…damn what are you, my calculus teacher?

'You will be busy when you reach intermediate level'.

> Kdj: once you get that promotion you’re not going to pay attention to me anymore! i’m going to be a neglected wife!

"You are the first person who is more suspicious than Yoo Joonghyuk."

> why does kdj’s perception of ppl range from like-yjh, not-like-yjh and yjh

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is looking forward to your companionship.]

The messages of the constellations, including Uriel, arrived. What was going on?

> oh gee i wonder what’s going on. wonder if there’s a possibly super hot *enter kdj’s long ass description* man possibly fighting and injured nearby

The bleeding Yoo Joonghyuk was waiting for me there.

> are we sure ways of survival isn’t a fanfic written by dokja?

Even if Yoo Joonghyuk was nearby, he couldn't be found in such a timely manner. It was clear that Bihyung had made a sub scenario to bring Yoo Joonghyuk over here.

>not bihyung sugar daddying his way through the scenarios for dokja. that or he’s the vice captain of our ship after uriel

Yoo Joonghyuk was staring at me with bloody and teary eyes.

> HELP what did I say about the fanfic part

Why was the protagonist of Ways of Survival such a person? The story would've been easier of it was Lee Hyunsung or Jung Heewon.

> bestie you gotta be attracted to them for this to work

"He was like this the whole time. He kept asking me to take him to Kim Dokja…"

> GUYS 😭

But I felt that some of my answers were being diluted in the soup. Did I know Yoo Joonghyuk at all?

>welp existential crisis let’s go

I scooped up the soup with the spoon and put it in Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth. Han Sooyoung watched me blowing on the soup. "You are acting like a wife."

> you see that’s because they’re already marrie- *gets run over by a truck*

I thought it was a loss to me but it turned out to be a huge honey event. Indeed, people should live a good life.

> that’s not…ok then. preach king XD

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is impressed with your good deed.]

…Was this constellation really impressed with the good deed?

> oh yeah just the good deed dw. definitely not the yaoi you’ve provided in the middle of a shounen show

I frowned at Yoo Joonghyuk's words. Move to the east right now? I saved his life and now he was giving me an order?

> such be them dom daddies dokja

–Don't be so prideful. I really will abandon you.

> sure kdj. in fact i dare you to do it

–Why come to me? I honestly thought you would commit suicide. –Suicide? How ridiculous.

> is it though? like really think about it XD

> i stand corrected 🥲

–I wanted to make her a companion.

> oof rejection isn’t easy man i get it

–She isn't the person I remember. I knew it. Still, I wanted to believe for a moment that the woman in my memories was still alive. I wanted to be with her again.

> ouch think my heart just got ripped out

All the threads were connected to one woman. The woman wearing a tight black battle suit flew through the air.

> MY WIFEEEEEE

–Kill her.

–Then you will be unhappy. –It doesn't matter.

> 😭

"…It doesn't make sense." Lycaon exposed his fangs. "Antinus. The conversation ends here."

> damn my tragic ship 😔✊🏼

–You, are you that weak? –What? –All the words you told me were false. I reflexively raised my body. This bastard…

> yjh sure knows how to get dokja fired up XD

–The one who told me not to give up on this world will succumb to a disaster of this degree?

> did i mention i love their bond

the way both of them know exactly what to say to help the other is so precious to me

If you want to survive, don't answer his questions. But you are still going to die.

> BITCH?

> HSY certified yapper

Imagine being summoned to another dimension, suddenly receiving a powerful strength, spending a hot night with a cute elf girlfriend, saving the world and being loved as a warrior!

> Not all men fr 💀

–My attribute is a 'pro gamer'. What is yours? -What? –I'm asking what can you do well?

> one of my favourite scenes 🥹

"…Uh?" The Hunters Association people from before?" Myung Ilsang laughed.

> …?

does he think he’s in solo leveling?

What could I do well? It was to 'read'.

> i’m so hyped AAAHHHHH

Pathetic. Why the hell did I forget about this skill? Wasn't this the first thing I should've done?

> honestly yeah how did he forget that? it’s like one of the biggest cheat codes he has

I was a 'reader'.

> YEAH YOU ARE

READER REPRESENTATION ARISE!

"Get started." Yoo Joonghyuk stood before me as if he knew what I was trying to do. "I'll block him."

> did your heart skip a beat dokja? cuz i know mine did

A fierce aura started to crush Bihyung's body. The power of the dokkaebi depended on the size of the channel.

> OH THIS FUCKER

how dare he mess bihyung lemme at him. one swing that’s all i ask

[…Please choose a reward.] Bihyung told me with a grouchy expression. He was exhausted by the harassment.

–Personally, I recommend the Infinite Dimension Space Coat. There is one more hidden option. It is easier to transcend later.

> oh god plz let me give him a hug poor bby

–I will speak bluntly. Come to my channel. I am going to expand my channel to the Korean Peninsula. I will be happy to meet your desired items and conditions.

> I THINK NOT BTCH

Bihyung's face turned red and he was tearful as he looked between me and Dokgak. It looked like tears would burst out as soon as he was touched.

> THAT’S IT WHO’S COMING WITH ME

[Constellations. Incarnation Kim Dokja colluded with the channel's streamer, 'Bihyung'. He deliberately concealed his strength and manipulated the development of the scenario. He made the scenarios harder for malicious purposes.]

> i don’t…is this really such a big deal? like people are being murdered and super magical stuff keeps happening. is this really such a big deal in comparison? 😭

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' shrugs like it is fine.]

> SEE sp gets me

"Prisoner of the Golden Headband, Abyssal Black Flame Dragon, Demon-like Judge of Fire…"

> not kdj name dropping his fans

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is somewhat annoyed.]

> DUDE SAME

"By the way. As a memorial to my channel, I will do a small event. I mean, a joint event between South Korea and Japan… If you are curious, please connect to #BI-7623 right now. I will draw tickets for the early constellations and give coins―"

> LMFAOOO

A voice was suddenly heard. I instinctively knew. The owner of this voice was now protecting me.

> fangirling so hard rn

Bihyung moved from behind me towards Dokgak. "By the way, were you this small?"

> Oof the burn

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Previous: Ch 53-73

Beginning: Ch 1-10

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ladelinee · 10 months ago

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Authors note: Hi! I’m back! I fought against writer’s block. I took my time, and I bring you a longer piece! Thank you for your patience! 🤩 (again, sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Word count: 4,4K

Warnings: SMUT! +18 language, fluff.

All shook up

Part 5

Once I had removed with a damp towel the mascara marks that were left on my lower eyelid due to extreme closing of my eyes and sweat, I stared at the sink with a lost gaze.

What had just happened was simply inexplicable. The skin-to-skin sensation, his kisses, everything he did to me... I would never have imagined being half-naked in his bathroom.

But suddenly the shadows returned to my head, the fact of risking my job with this that could be temporary distressed me too much.

Without realizing it, a small ray of light emerged from the shadows and illuminated my ideas again. Elvis was running his kisses down my back.

“Take the day off, and stay right here here all day and night” he said with a tender smile.

My gaze wandered from the sink to the mirror, where I saw him rest his chin on my shoulder as he looked at me like a little child, never wanting the fun to end.

“You know I can't, they could see me,” I replied, looking into his eyes from the mirror and heading back to the room.

“Well, why don't we just sneak away? I could take ya to Graceland one of these days, and we wouldn't have a care in the world.” Elvis said as he watched me put my uniform shirt back on.

"Mmm sounds interesting," I said as I turned to look at him with a mischievous smile.

"Well, I have to go to the office to sort out some papers before they wonder where I have been."

"Ohhh... can't those papers wait?" he said, playing while he removed the hair that rested on my cheeks.

"Well... but only for a little while," I smiled as he blushed at me, still finishing buttoning my shirt.

"So just for a lil’ while, huh?" Elvis answered as his thumb caressed my lower lip, and then leaned in and kissed me.

We started hearing background noise and suddenly Joe and Red appeared in the room.

We had a shock, Elvis fixed them with a murderous look while I tried to cover my shirt which was still open.

Red was a little more shocked than Joe to see the scene.

“Elvis, for fucks sake!” Joe said panting.

Red, however, looked at me, and then at Elvis with a frown without saying a word.

"Goddammit! Don't ya guys know how to knock??" Elvis answered, surprised and angry, more from the scare than from them having entered.

Joe and Red shrugged as if it were a regular occurrence.

"I-I'm sorry boss, we thought you weren't here," Red said, seeming like he was the one who had been caught by surprise.

"We saw the housekeeping ladies cleaning the suite and we assumed you weren't here. Where were you? Man, you're going to give me a heart attack. This is the second time I've lost track of you," Joe said in a worried tone.

"And it seems to be for the same reason..." Red muttered, smirking as he looked at me. He was starting to understand what was happening.

"I, uh... well, we've been playing hide and seek, guys," Elvis said in a relaxed tone among colleagues. It was clear that he was starting to joke to lighten the issue.

As Joe and Red looked at me, I waved at them.

"Hide and seek? Hahaha, seriously, man?" Joe said between laughs. It seemed like it wasn't the first time that Elvis made up an excuse to hide the fact that he had had sex.

"I’m real serious!" Elvis said as he laughed.

"And was she good at playing hide-and-seek? Has she been able to find your hidden treasure?" Joe asked. Red closed his eyes tightly, focusing on not laughing, and covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. Unable to contain himself, he started laughing. Red knew that depending on the day, Elvis could either take jokes very well or react badly.

I gave a light smirk as I watched them enjoying themselves and joking with each other, but at the same time, I felt uncomfortable. Elvis noticed my expression.

"Honey, don't ya worry. Them fellas are my loyal crew. They ain’t spillin’ a single word." Elvis said as he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Otherwise, he will fire us like dogs," Red added.

"You betcha," Elvis responded, laughing at Red's words as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“By the way, E, Sinatra hasn’t confirmed for tomorrow night’s party yet,” Joe said, changing the subject. At that moment, my face turned pale.

“The party! Oh my god, I need to leave now,” I exclaimed, putting into words what was screaming in my head. Elvis was surprised by my sudden change. “Baby, you okay?” he asked, watching me as I rushed to grab my shoes.

“Yeah… uh, sorry, we had a staff meeting to organize the party and I completely forgot about it! I’m late for that meeting,” I confessed, breathing heavily from the haste of my movements. Joe and Red continued conversing, but my nerves were so heightened that I couldn’t focus on their words.

Once I reach the door to leave, Elvis interrupts my exit by standing between me and the door.

"Hold on now, you reckon you can just up and leave like that?" He said with a serious tone.

"Elvis, I..." I responded.

“Like that, without kissin’ me? This country ain’t tax-free, miss,” Elvis teased, curling his lip into a smile as he enveloped me in his arms. I sighed in relief, smiling, and kissed his juicy lips, feeling myself blush again.

Joe and Red looked at each other with a knowing look.

"Take care, lil’one. See ya later," Elvis whispered after our kiss.

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As I entered the meeting room in haste, the atmosphere immediately shifted. All eyes turned towards me, and I felt the weight of their gaze as if it were physically pressing down on me. The chairs in the room were arranged in a circle, which heightened the sense of scrutiny.

I noticed disapproving expressions, including frowns and raised eyebrows, as people observed my slightly more untidy appearance than usual.

Seated in the middle of the circle I found Angelica. Her lips curled into a smug smile as she watched me, clearly enjoying my lateness and untidiness.

"Miss Y/ln, you're late!" Mark, my boss, exclaimed. He was standing, explaining the planning.

"Sorry, there was a lot of work," I replied, scanning the room for a free chair. At the end of the room, I could spot Alex waving his arm, indicating the free space he had reserved for me.

The tension in the room was palpable, almost suffocating, as I made my way to my seat. Whispers and murmurs followed me, cutting through the silence like knives.

"Girl, what happened? You got me a bit worried " Alex whispered as I settled into the seat next to him. I could still feel the walls of my vagina sore as I adjusted.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about the meeting," I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

"Well, Mr. Presley's party is going to be a VIP event. That means we need our best employees. Nothing can go wrong, so all the section leaders are going to be serving at that party. Angelica, you will be in charge of receiving the guests. Y/n will be in charge of refilling and offering champagne. Who wants to be in charge of the catering?" Mark explained in the background.

"So, tell me! What's wrong with those raccoon eyes? Has he made you cry? No, that can't be it... you came here too happy, forgot about the meeting, and appeared messier than usual..."

I couldn't help but laugh at his blunt conclusion.

"You've probably already guessed it," I answered with a wink.

Alex's eyes widened in mock surprise and said “Oh my god! Tell me the juicy details later. Right now, let’s concentrate on not getting skewered by Angelica’s murderous gaze.”

I checked out Angelica, sitting across the circle, looking way too pleased with herself.

"Ugh, speaking of the devil. It's like she's enjoying my misery as if it's her own personal victory" I grumbled.

"Don't stress, I got your back. Get ready for the passive-aggressive comments and eye rolls," Alex chimed in, ready to be my office drama bodyguard.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his determination to keep me safe from workplace shenanigans.

As I grabbed my stuff at the end of the meeting, getting ready to make a quick exit, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Angelica's smug face, holding my jacket.

"Looks like you left something, darling," she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

"Oh, thanks, Angelica. Must've left it in Mr. Presley's suite," I replied, trying to keep it cool, but her intense stare made it tough to keep my cool. Taking the jacket from her hand, I couldn't help but feel ticked off at her gloating.

"You know, not every day someone leaves their stuff in Mr. Presley’s suite. Quite an achievement, huh?" she remarked, her words dripping with sarcasm. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her thinly veiled digs.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm just lucky to be hired to specifically serve him " I replied with a forced smile, hoping to end the conversation asap. But Angelica seemed determined to drag out my discomfort.

"Well, don't let it get to your head. We wouldn't want Mr. Presley thinking you're more than just an employee," she quipped as she sauntered away, her laughter echoing in my ears, leaving me simmering with frustration. I couldn't wait to put this encounter behind me and finally leave the room.

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The party exuded elegance, with music filling the air. I hustled to refill champagne glasses as guests streamed in, eager to enjoy the night.

Despite the crowd, I still hadn't spotted Elvis among the guests. Suddenly, familiar faces caught my eye. Turning my head, I saw Colonel Parker, his imposing presence accentuated by his trademark hat. His gaze met mine briefly as he took a puff of his cigar.

Amidst the attendees, I recognized some of Elvis's MM, chatting animatedly in a corner. The atmosphere buzzed with energy and excitement, and I struggled to keep my cool.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, applause rippled through the guests, and there he was, Elvis, encircled by friends attempting to greet him. He moved gracefully through the crowd, flashing a charming smile and relishing the attention.

"That's the guy who wrecked my friend’s private parts. Y/n, keep sticking to your high standards, you'll end up in a wheelchair," Alex remarked, catching me off guard. He stood beside me, gathering empty glasses to wash, a task I hadn't

even noticed him doing amidst my nerves.

“You’re quite the loudmouth!” I chuckled, then found myself falling under Elvis’s spell once again from across the room. The way he talked, the way he moved—his charisma just made me like him even more.

I’ve never seen Elvis Presley look as sharp as he does tonight. He had this magnetic presence, and his outfit was effortlessly stylish. Rocking a fitted black jacket that showed off his shape, paired with a crisp white shirt that made his tan pop, Elvis exuded an aura of sophistication.

The black pants he wore fit perfectly, but what truly caught my eye was his belt and golden necklace, adorned with inlaid precious stones that sparkled with every movement.

His dark gold glasses added a hint of mystery to his piercing gaze, sending shivers down my spine.

After a while, I noticed Elvis's eyes land on me. A flutter stirred in my stomach as I locked eyes with him, and for a moment, it felt as though time stood still as we gazed at each other amidst the lively atmosphere of the party.

Joe Esposito was the first to come over, his big frame easily seen among the crowd. With a knowing grin, he walked up and grabbed a glass of champagne, giving me a wink.

Then Red, Sonny, and Jerry followed suit, each getting a drink and joking around, their tall bodies blocking my view. The bunch of familiar faces left me feeling a bit lost, unsure who would come next. Their laughter and friendly chatter filled the room.

But then, the next one to arrive was unmistakable: Elvis. I was shocked to see him making his way through the crowd toward me, his piercing stare beneath his glasses locked onto mine. Despite the crowd around us, it felt like it was just him and me in that moment. My heart started racing as I wondered what he would say and how I would respond.

"How's your evenin' been, darlin'? Ain't seen hide nor hair of ya since yesterday." he inquired with a warm smile, though his voice held a hint of intimacy that only I could pick up on.

"Pretty good, thank you, Mr. Presley. Been tied up with party prep with the crew," I answered politely, brushing off the subtle spark I felt passing between us.

"Hey, why ain’t ya drinking?" Elvis questioned, sounding like one of my best friends.

"Mr. Presley, I'm not supposed to drink while on duty," I answered with a gentle smile.

"I'll take care of it!... MARK!" Elvis called out to my boss, who happened to be in the room. It was clear that the head of International had to attend VIP events like this.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I quickly shushed Elvis, feeling embarrassed by his public call to my boss. However, he ignored my gesture and continued calling out to Mark.

With a gesture, Elvis passed me a glass of champagne, casting a glance at my boss that seemed to ask, "Is it alright?" My boss sighed and nodded with a forced smile. He understood the golden rule: the customer, especially Elvis, must always be satisfied.

Turning back to me with a broad grin, Elvis declared, "All sorted! Cheers, darlin’!" as he handed me the champagne flute.

Elvis moved in closer, grabbed another glass of champagne, subtly raised it in a toast to me, and took a sip. Leaning in slightly, he whispered in my ear with a suggestive tone, "If we weren't in public, I'd fuck ya in front of a mirror so you could see how stunning you are, especially when ya open your legs f’me."

My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, causing me to hold the champagne in my mouth momentarily before swallowing it slowly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Presley, but we have to maintain professionalism here," I responded, though my voice trembled slightly.

He nodded in understanding, but his intense gaze betrayed his true intentions. "Of course, darlin’. But it just don’t sit right with me seein’ you servin’ drinks instead of bein’ right here by my side. And I can’t help but notice that little smile sneakin’ ’round the corners of your mouth." he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I attempted to maintain a neutral expression as I subtly edged away, but Elvis had already ensnared my attention. Glancing around, I noticed Angelica observing us. With a sense of urgency, I sought to bring the conversation to a close before it veered into dangerous territory. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Presley."

He gave a nod with a charming smile, then melted into the crowd, leaving my heart racing and my mind in a whirl.

The night dragged on, feeling like an eternity. Whenever Elvis swung by for champagne, he made sure I joined in. His presence injected excitement into the party, and every chat with him added a bit of spice to the evening’s hustle and bustle. As time passed, I found myself growing less shy, enjoying the company of both the guests and Elvis more, and feeling a little more fired up with each passing moment.

When Elvis returned, his presence exuded a magnetic aura that drew all eyes to him. He gracefully took a glass, his eyes gleaming with a playful spark that brought a smile to my lips. Pausing for a moment, I locked eyes with him as he lifted his sunglasses slightly. His grin widened, showcasing his irresistible charm.

"You are the most attractive man I have ever seen. You have to stop being so fucking attractive," I stated with a confidence that caught me off guard, unconcerned about who else might overhear.

Elvis was stunned for a moment, scanning his surroundings before bursting into laughter. “Ya feelin’ alright?” he asked between laughs, his voice filled with warmth and amusement.

Feeling a bit dizzy, but reassured by his playful expression, I nodded. Before the other guests could notice anything, Elvis shifted his tone, his gaze now full of complicity.

“You’ve had enough, darling. C’mere with me, lil’ one. You need a break,” he suggested, offering me his arm with a charming smile.

Alex, returning with fresh glasses, witnessed the scene from a distance. He quickly diverted my boss’s attention to prevent him from noticing. Meanwhile, Angelica observed everything with disbelief, unable to trust her own eyes.

Elvis graciously led me to an adjacent private room, away from the hustle and bustle of the main party. Only the faint background music from the party could be heard in the room. A sturdy, round wooden table occupied the center, surrounded by luxurious velvet-upholstered chairs. In the center of the table, a poker board gleamed under the dim light of the lamps.

As he settled me into one of the chairs, Elvis looked at me with concern, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. “Hey, I gotcha. Don’t ya worry, honey. Let me get ya some water,” he said in a soft voice, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and concern.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol, I leaned against the back of the chair and gave him a mischievous look. “I’m perfectly fine… for us to make love,” I murmured, my voice dripping with mischief.

Elvis smiled, but before he could respond, I rushed towards him, giving him a passionate kiss that left both of us breathless. However, when I attempted to escalate things further, Elvis gently stopped me, easing himself away from me.

“Darlin’, I reckon it’d be best for ya to just lay on down and take it easy before ya go doin’ anythin,” he said in a sympathetic tone. "Sugar, just hang tight in the suit . I'll come join ya later on." he added with a reassuring smile.

"If you still ain't feelin' right later on, we don't gotta go doing nothin', darlin'. Tonight, I'll be right here takin' care of ya.” he promised, his voice brimming with tenderness and genuine concern.

I nodded, feeling both disappointed and grateful, seeing the sense in what he said. But as I tried to stand up from the chair, my legs decided to go on strike, and I ended up tumbling to the floor.

Just then, the door swung open, and the Colonel swaggered in, followed by more folks from the party. “Poker to cap off the night! Elvis, you’ve got great taste,” the Colonel cheered with a grin, totally clueless about the chaos unfolding under the table.

With the Colonel's entrance, the vibe in the room took a sharp turn. More guests flooded in, bringing with them laughter and lively chatter. Elvis, despite his attempts to stay cool, couldn't hide his nerves, his restless gaze betraying his anxiety.

As the crowd grew, I figured it was best to lay low and hide under the table to avoid drawing attention. From my hiding spot I watched nervously as Elvis, with slick moves, positioned himself to cover me up and keep me out of sight.

Elvis adopted a relaxed posture, interacting with the guests as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. His smile appeared genuine, but I could detect a hint of tension in his voice as he talked with the guests. Meanwhile, I remained still under the table, holding my breath.

As the poker game progressed, the atmosphere was filled with excitement, although I found it extremely boring waiting down there. Repositioning himself in the chair, Elvis made sure that no one could see beyond his waist, spreading his legs in the process. Suddenly, his crotch was exposed in front of me. Although under other circumstances I would have held back, the alcohol encouraged me to be a little more daring that night.

I started gently massaging Elvis's legs, tracing soft lines with my fingers that slowly moved towards his crotch. When my hand made contact with that sensitive area, Elvis reacted with a slight jump, instinctively trying to close his legs. However, I decided to defy his attempt to stop and parted them again, observing as his breathing became more labored in response to my advances.

My lips approached the bulge that was starting to form under his pants, letting out my warm breath that filtered through the fabric. Meanwhile, Elvis cleared his throat, while he tried to focus his attention on whoever was shuffling the cards.

Elvis's bulge appeared to swell, pressing against the zipper with an evident urgency, as if seeking release. Curious to explore further, I confidently unbuttoned his pants, only to discover he wasn't wearing underwear. My surprise mingled with excitement as I gently released his length, feeling his response to my touch with each movement.

I firmly wrapped my fingers and palm around the length of his cock, gently sliding it up and down, observing as his skin stretched to reveal the delicate pink of his tip. Meanwhile, Elvis anxiously bit his lip and drummed his fingers on the table, awaiting the dealing of the cards.

Noticing Elvis's demeanor, Joe chimed in with a proposal brimming with goodwill.

“Hey Elvis, need a cigarette? I’ll grab one for you,” he offered, aiming to calm his nerves amid the laughter attempting to diffuse the tense poker atmosphere.

Elvis nodded silently, unable to articulate any words due to the mixture of sensations that surrounded him at that moment.

My movements became firmer, applying gentle pressure to his cock and observing his response to the stimulation. Small drops of precum emerged, which I delicately spread over the tip using my index finger. Wanting to enhance lubrication, I spitted out a small amount of saliva, which glided smoothly over his skin, allowing for more fluid movements as I explored new sensations with him.

With a trembling hand, Elvis lifted the two cards lying face down on the table. As Joe approached with the cigarette in hand, Elvis halted his advance.

"No, no, stay there. Don’t want nobody peekin’ at my cards, ya hear?” he requested firmly, making sure to keep my presence under the table a secret. He extended his hands toward Joe, motioning for him to throw the cigarette at him.

After receiving the cigar, Elvis lit it with an agile and expert movement, allowing the smoke to slide slowly between his lips while he let out a soft roar, as if this exhalation of air carried with it some of the tension and pleasure accumulated inside him. The gesture was barely perceptible, but it resonated in the atmosphere charged with anticipation, like an echo of the internal battle raging in his mind as he prepared to face what would come next.

And the expected first contact arrived. Gently, my tongue traced an upward path from the base to the tip of his cock, exploring his smooth skin and the swollen veins that marked the contour.

As I reached the tip, my tongue started circling it, exploring every inch. The slightly salty taste mixed with the musky aroma from his skin made me even more drawn to him.

As I continued, my hands slid to his balls, adding another layer of delight. Elvis closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath his sunglasses, looking fatigued to onlookers but secretly enjoying the slow and pleasurable sensation I was providing him.

I could feel the movement of his penis against my lips, giving small spasms, and his legs trembling. Elvis was silent; when he wasn't taking a drag from the cigarette, he was biting his knuckles.

I continued the sweet torture for a few minutes, while Elvis began to fidget in his seat. Seizing the opportunity during a fake coughing fit, he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth. The corners of my lips stretched, stinging slightly at the sudden invasion of his girth.

Feeling his cock reach the back of my throat triggered a discomfort that I struggled to hide. The noise of Elvis’s strategically executed coughing provided the perfect cover to mask the sound of my mild nausea.

My chin brushed against his balls, and my nose was buried in his perfectly trimmed pubic hair as I started a slow rocking motion, gently sliding in and out. With each movement, strings of saliva trailed from my mouth, further lubricating his skin.

The realization that I was pushing Elvis to the edge with my skills filled me with pride and excitement. A warm tingle spread through my crotch, causing my nipples to harden, and I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together.

As my rocking gained a steady rhythm, I felt Elvis's gentle thrusts into my mouth, indicating his growing arousal. His hand descended again to take control of my hair, imposing an increasingly faster rhythm to our movements. I could feel his cock tighten, announcing his impending climax.

“Well, Elvis, what’s your move?” the Colonel’s voice inquired from the background, putting pressure on Elvis with his bet.

“I’m going all-in,” Elvis answered with a confident smile.

Guiding himself, he intensified the pace, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. Tears began to flow from my eyes at the reflection of feeling his penis jerking deep in my throat. I closed my eyes tightly, surrendering completely to the moment. My mouth filled with his fluids, and with an instinctive gesture, I swallowed his nectar, leaving a salty taste with a sweet aftertaste on my palate.

“Dammit," exclaimed the Colonel amid laughter and moans from those present, while he recognized Elvis's masterstroke. "He had it all figured out! My boy hit me with a royal flush!"

Elvis let out a sigh that echoed throughout the room, an exhalation filled with relief, release and satisfaction, followed by a laugh that reflected his mastery of the game and the art of maintaining an impassive expression.

He sure knows how to keep a good poker face.

Need to recap? Part 4 here

Part 6

Tags: @msamarican ❤️

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sweetchaosbabe · 4 months ago

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hi! i’ve seen ur blog and hope u can give me some advice !!

i have a platonic SP. we stopped being friends a month and a half ago because of a terrible mistake i did. they said they forgive me but wanted no contact with me and removed me off everything and blocked my number. i’ve come to peace or accept we aren’t friends, like i don’t let it bother me as much, but i still wanna reconcile. i’ve been trying this whole time to do so, subliminals, and all but i think i have something blocking me mentally? like idk how to word it but i just know i have some type of doubt that’s blocking my chances and idk how to fix it

sorry if this is too long, thanks in advance if u respond!!

Hey babe! 💖

First off, don’t worry about the length—I’m happy to help!

It sounds like you're already in the right direction by coming to peace with the situation, which is HUGE in manifesting. Sometimes when we hold on too tight, it can create resistance, so accepting it as you have is a big step forward.

When it comes to blocks or doubts, it’s super important to acknowledge that they’re just old beliefs or fears coming up—they don’t have any real power unless you give it to them. Instead of focusing on “I might be blocked” or “something’s stopping me,” shift your focus to what you want instead. Here’s what I recommend:

Affirm New Beliefs: Start affirming things like “They miss me just as much as I miss them,” “We’ve already reconciled,” “Our friendship is stronger than ever,” or “We are meant to be friends.” The more you affirm this, the more your subconscious will accept it as true.

Visualize: Create a mental scene of you two reconnecting—laughing, having a good time, and them telling you that they’ve missed you. Imagine it vividly, feel the joy, and believe that this is your reality.

Let Go of the 'How': Don’t worry about how it’s going to happen. Trust that the universe (or whatever higher power you believe in) is aligning everything perfectly. Your job is to focus on the end result.

Self-Forgiveness: If any part of you is still holding onto guilt or shame from the past, it’s important to forgive yourself fully. You made peace with the situation, so let that guilt go. Affirm, “I’ve learned, I’ve grown, and I forgive myself.”

It’s all about shifting your mindset from doubt to certainty. You can absolutely manifest that friendship back—just trust in your power, be kind to yourself, and keep focusing on the end result.

You've got this! 💫✨

xoxo, sweetchaosbabe 🌙

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alvodra · 1 year ago

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Skaters get assigned/asked by their federation to skate in the team event. The team event consists of sp and fs in all disciplines and depending on how many skaters from one country qualify for the olympic single disciplines/ how many spots one country has, the countries can assign a different number of people. For example: in the team event they can have up to two male single skaters start. One for short program, one for the free skate. (they could also have one man do both disciplines, which some countries have to do, if only one man qualified for the olympics for example) Three japanese men qualified for the olympics: yuzuru hanyu, shoma uno and yuma kagiyama. So at least one of them wouldn’t get to/ have to compete in the team event. Yuzuru probably decided not to compete in the team event due to his ongoing ankle issues/ wanting to concentrate on the singles discipline/ wanting to limit his exposure to other people to avoid getting covid and being unable to compete. Usually the national champion gets to pick if they want to compete and which of the two discplines they want to compete in. Since yuzuru decided not to compete and shoma got silver in nationals in 2021 he probably got to pick which event to skate and chose the sp since there was a longer turnaround period between the sp of the team event and the sp of the individual event than if he had picked the free skate. Yuma then was left with the free skate. I hope this answers your question/confusion. I am not a native speaker so i‘m sorry if i made any mistakes!

Thank you for the explanation! Yes, that did help aloud. Thanks for taking the effort to explain it to me like that! Also don't worry, your English is perfectly fine.

It does make a lot more sense now

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 1 year ago

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Ginsei (BLST) - 2023 Birthday

Pairing: you/Hime (female reader) x Ginsei

Warnings: fluff, suggestive ( just in case, MDNI)

Word count: 786

A/N: Happy birthday Ginsei!!!! Here is my gift for you!!! You didn't come home on your bday banner but that's okay. Ilysm <3

And 'coincidences' keep happening. When I tell y'all that gin belongs to P I know I'm not crazy hahaha. P's new song is great and they released it like one day before gin's birthday. It's destiny ^^

"Girls, are you sure you don't need help?"

"Everything is under control, brother. You don't need to worry about a thing, okay? We know what we are doing!"

"Right... So I'll keep watching TV I guess..."

"Yeah, love, we'll finish this asap. I promise. Oh, by the way, before you leave, come here and taste this sauce please."

"Hmm... It's good! I didn't know you knew how to make curry!"

"Hehe, that's the power of love for you."

"Eh... I think someone is blushing."

"No, I'm not, sister. The curry is a bit spicy, that's probably it. I'll watch TV now."

"Hahaha, I can't believe that after years together he's still that shy around you."

"Haha, I know right, but I love that about him. He is so clumsy and awkward even though he is such an ikemen."

"Please stop drooling. I know my brother is hot but you don't need to remind me of that, thank you very much."

"Ooops, sorry. Let's go back to our curry then."

While you and Ginsei's older sister are cooking to celebrate his birthday, the starless boy is wondering what you two are gossiping about him.

"I hope my sister is not telling anything embarrassed. I mean, I know Hime is used to my personality by now, but still... I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe she would like to do something different on my birthday, but apparently, she is just fine cooking for me."

"Does Hime think I'm boring..."

Lost in his thoughts, Ginsei tries to focus on the TV show he is watching, waiting patiently for dinner.

After two hours of a lot of gossip and minor mistakes making the curry, dinner is ready.

"So good..."

"Did you like the tonkatsu, brother? I made it by myself!"

"Yep, everything is so good. Thank you, girls."

"Yay, I'm glad you like it. Not gonna lie that curry is not actually my specialty, so I'm glad it's edible hahah."

"Of course it is, Hime! Everything you do is always perfect!"

"Geez, brother, you are so shy but sometimes you say some really romantic stuff out of the blue. How is that even possible?"

*blushing* "Ahh... I was just being honest though."

"Aww that's so adorable, Gin! Thank you, my starless boy. I won't say no to your praises. I love when you get excited about something I did just when you just read a new script for a new play."

*speaks almost whispering* "You're way more important than any script though."

"What did you say, Gin?"

"Oh... nothing. Nothing. I think we should get going soon. My sister needs to wake up early tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, that's true. I'll do the dishes real quick."

"I can help you, Hime."

"Nooo way, it's still your birthday. Why don't you go chat with your sister, while I finish here? We already washed a lot of utensils while we were making dinner anyway."

"If you wanna work so bad, you could replace a few burned-out light bulbs in my room, brother. I wouldn't mind hehe."

"Sure, I'll help you."

Moments later...

"There, that's the last one."

"Thank you, brother. You're a lifesaver!"

"That's nothing. Don't worry."

"Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Yep."

"You are planning to thank your Hime later, right? She really made a huge effort to organize this little party."

"Of course I will. I just don't know how yet."

"Just be you, that one is such a simp. She'll like anything you do."

"Hime likes me that much, huh..."

"Yeah, Ginsei, she does. Be more confident, would you?"

"Mhm... Okay."

At Ginsei's place...

"Eh... It's sure late. I'm sorry you'll have to stay in my place, Hime. I hope you won't get late for work tomorrow. I'll definitely escort you to work."

"Hehe, no worries. It's always nice to spend the night at your place after your birthday."

"So... I was thinking on our way home... I want to thank you so... Would you like a massage? You worked all day and still managed to cook for me."

"A massage? Ohh... That's not bad. I'll accept your offer, Gin."

Ginsei then proceeds to massage you as a reward for your hard work. As you start to relax to his touch, you can't help but moan a bit when he exerts a bit more pressure on your sore shoulders. Then...

"Gin... why did you stop? It's something the matter?"

"Hime... I just can't keep going... I'm sorry, I..."

He turns your head in his direction, kissing you roughly. His tongue eagerly searching yours, desperate to taste more of you. That's now the easiest way for him to show what he usually is too shy to say out loud.

#lyn's fic #blackstar fic #blackstar theater starless fic #ginsei #gin #ginsei fic #gin fic #blackstar #blackstar theater starless

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elsadaisywrites · 2 years ago

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House of sand

On that bed two lie naked. Old skin, thin and worn. Teeth, jagged and stained. At one point they were a man and a woman. But now, they were lumps under sheets. It’d be nice to hold each other, but then that’d mean they liked each other. She wakes up first. It was somewhere between lunch and dinner. The two most important times of the day. She hated waking up, crawling out of bed, and how stuffy the air was. But she got up, and she went to look at the front door. She looked at the front door, but she was naked. She was naked, so she put on a robe. Sometimes she wondered just what exactly went on the night before. The night before she woke with bruises and sore bones. The night before the sheets got covered in blood, or maybe vomit. But any fool would know what went on. She was a fool, for sure. She just much preferred to wonder. He was still naked, stuck in the sheets. Probably glued there, next to their spoons.

Under her feet, granules crunched like leaves.

Step, step, step. To the pantry. Get your Cheerios. Step, step, step. Here comes the man. Squash the bug. Get your Cheerios. My man, go get it. Step, step, step. Go make some coffee, honey. If only her father had taught her how to box. So he ate his Cheerios, and he liked the Giants. Watched them as often as she’d let him. She was waiting for her coffee. She poured her cup, sat down. He got up. He got his coffee, and she took the Cheerios, because fuck it. She was up first. He was naked. He was just so naked. She should have stayed in high school.

If she looked through the steam of the coffee, he was maybe handsome. He was maybe not so thin. He was maybe not so greasy. It’d be nice to pour her coffee on him, let it soak into the sand. It’d be nice if he’d shower. It’d be nice if she smiled. It’d be nice… if for just one goddamn day he was enough.

That was their lives. That was their whole entire lives. That was it. After her coffee she swept the tiles. Out on to the front porch, as there was too much for a dustpan. Beat the rugs, babe.

When she woke up, she would look at the door. Then put on her robe. At night they’d get high and she’d lay there. Sometimes she’d pour coffee on him, and sometimes he’d want some Cheerios. He never told her to stay. She never told him that she didn’t like it when he took the Cheerios. Often, she didn’t stay. Always, she would come back. It was love. Take me back. Forgive me. And they did. Too many mistakes, and too many miscarriages. He was sorry, and he was guilty. And when she was naked he just couldn’t help it. And she didn’t care (but she cared). He would come home with flowers, and she would take them. Then, scoop the sand off the table, off the counters. Sand was piled next to the T.V., and he pretended to see the Giants, clear-as-day. Babe, get the rugs.

Once she left, gone for a whole month. He thought it was for good. She must have made up with her mother. He got himself a Pittie, named it Blu. Gentle. Blu was a rescue. One day there she was. Fuck him. The man was just so sorry, he was just so sorry, and he was thankful she came back. Sorry about the dog. Only just a dog. She didn’t think so, and she was wrong. But she ran him over in her rusty Ford. He couldn’t have a thing. He buried the dog in back. Her mother had been dead since June, and the sand started coming back.

When one would get mad they’d whoop the other. Then, she would leave. Then, she’d come back. No friends, and their family was gone, who’d love trash anyway? Other trash would. Slap. slap, slap. No doggy for you. No pittie, no kitty, no rotten old fish. Kick, kick, kick. No job. No degree. They just look at ch’ya too funny. Spit, spit, spit. Your family’s shit. Gobble. Gobble, gobble. You can hobble for awhile. What can it hurt? I know you’ll come back.

They acted like the sand wasn’t even there.

Would you believe they were 42. Just yesterday they were 16. Just last night he knelt down in front of her, and pulled out a ring. It was nothing special. Bastard probably stole it. He said something about love and God and she laughed him away. It started raining sand. He spent the night on the floor (in the sand), feet away from his Blu who was resting just outside the door. How many times had he asked her? He had lost count. She just wanted to see if he’d ask again. She just wanted to see how many times she could leave before he changed the locks.

Just the day after she felt eternity would be better. Swearing on her life and on the bible and on Blu that another night in that bed and she’d set the house on fire. So she waited until he went to bed. And pulled out his handgun, the one he kept safe in the closet. And she’d point it at him. Then at her. Then at him. Then she’d put it back. Then she’d pick it up. Then she left the house. How many times had she promised to burn the house down? How many nights were spent staring at the barrel of a gun? Where is my picket fence? They’d lost track.

She never messed with the gun before, long before. But years ago she had never touched drugs. Drugs were here now, and so was her man. Years ago she had never killed a thing. But his dog was gone, and he was still here. People change. There was a time when he had never known what it felt like to have his dick burned. Then she threw hot coffee on him, naked. There was a time when neither knew what it felt like to be forgiven, and then they met each other.

She came back in the house that very night, ankle deep in sand. The same as any other night she had left the house, but this was like the night she first shot up. This was like the night she killed his dog. This was like the night he choked her and he choked her hard. He loaded up the needle, and wound her arm up good. Off to bed. And in the morning she was up before him, and she was a woman of her word. That extra gallon of gas? Yes, the one in the little red container. Yes, that one. Pouring it on him. At first he thought it was just another wake up call. A pot of coffee. But this one wasn't hot, yet. He jumped out of bed, smelling the stench. Before she lit the match he had her bloodied and out the door, naked. They were both just so naked.

They were both just so naked all the time. At 16, he had a truck. In the back of the truck they’d get naked. Everything had been so surreal and forgettable and unsure. Hating the feeling of it coming to an end. Rather spend their whole lives in the back of a truck. Under a blanket. When the ground they slept on was clean. No need to walk or to eat or to breathe. That meant it would change. That meant that things would change. Both were just so scared, scared to lose one another. Scared to breathe, because that would change things. Lovebirds tangled up like a web, lying on a bed. Their hearts so far past simple and sweet.

Their house was just so dirty. She wished he’d let her open the blinds. Burp, burp, burp. He hasn’t shaved in weeks. Yell, yell, yell. Now, they’re 53. Punch, punch, punch. And their lives are still the same. Cry, cry, cry. Together, they were alone.

Farther along the line they went. An overdose… or two. But they still haven't kicked it, yet. “What a shame…”, said the neighbors. “They’re no good for eachother…”, said the cops. But who would they be without one another? Without drugs and the sand they would still be the same. Without one another, they just wouldn't be together. Sirens heard, everyday. She was soft, like a bird. He went away. Off to the pound, and she brought him back, again. But when she drove her Ford, he fought back. Then naked they would go to bed. Together.

Each time, the sand rising. Sometimes coming down in torrents. Doing their best to sweep it out.

She had a vase, once, that broke. He’d used it as an ashtray, for his smokes. All of the ashes and all of the butts came tumbling out, and onto the rug. She had broke the vase, but he was the one who wasn't so kind to her grandma’s old gift. Yes, he had known how much it had meant. Really, now that all was spent, could a vase really break an old lover’s nest? And that was the straw, that broke the camel’s back. Oh, wait… she came back. This time waist deep, then rising rising, until they couldn’t breathe.

Drive, drive, drive. The old man went to sell her Ford. Sweep, sweep, sweep. She finally did some chores. Changing the blanket, and washing the sheets. The sand was blowing away, in heaps. Pour, pour, pour. Gasoline goes in the tank. The tank of a truck, that he had painted blue. Whoop, whoop, whoop. Whoop the cushions of that couch. Where he can watch the Giants, and you can drink coffee without a pout. How? How? How? How does that robe fit you so nicely? Did you buy it for yourself? Where? Where? Where? Where did the spoons go? Did you just throw them out like that? Oh, I know! They went in the drawers. Cheerios aren't just a snack. You pour them in bowls, with milk and your coffee. Then you sit at the table, and watch the sun rise. Then off to the bedroom. Who will be first? “Just sit there, my darling? You’ve tried, did it work?” And he pulls out the gun, and together they stare. Together like always. He points it at air. Then suddenly, she’s looking into that barrel again. She doesn’t care if she’s pretty. She cares if it ends. Then his turn to go. Together again, they lie once more. Their house full of sand. The end.

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actualdivergent · 7 months ago

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Also, let’s not forget that Stolas was using Blitzø to live out a fantasy he’s had since childhood, where Blitzø would suddenly show up to be the knight to Stolas’s prince. But reality doesn’t work like that, so Stolas does the next best thing in his mind and has Blitzø have sex with him once a month for access to his book.

As a result, Blitzø doesn’t think Stolas actually cares since all they really do as far as the show’s canon is concerned is have sex. So when Stolas “confirms” this in House of Asmodeus, Blitzø actually tells Stolas how he views their dynamic: that Stolas just wants Blitzø to have sex with him all the time. But instead of telling Blitzø the truth (because the truth is messy and because Stolas doesn’t like confrontation), Stolas instead quietly lets Blitzø go, further confirming in Blitzø’s mind that he’s right.

So they stop having sex because Stolas wants to show it’s not just about that (but as far as the show is concerned, they don’t really interact after that except to get Via from the human world and to for Blitzø to come get him while Blitzø’s trying to deal with Loona’s medical stuff). But in Blitzø’s mind, technically he’s okay with being used for sex in one way because he feels it’s as close as he and Stolas will get to a loving relationship. He just didn’t want it “put in his face” in House of Asmodeus that he’s just a whore for Stolas’s fantasies. Whether or not Stolas is doing that, that’s how Blitzø sees it.

Cut to the episode where Stolas is finally ready to tell Blitzø about the Asmodean(sp?) crystal, and Blitzø’s excited to see Stolas again after so many months away. (Because he does care, he’s just afraid of being hurt again.) Stolas immediately tells him about the Crystal and the cancellation of their deal with the book. Then he also reveals he wants Blitzø to stay “if [you] want to”, leaving Blitzø reeling from the information that he’s not right about being just a whore, and that Stolas wants him to be there as an actually companion. But Blitzø takes too long to process this new information and Stolas gets upset and starts to leave.

Blitzø chases after him, trying to say he needs time to process, Stolas doesn’t want to listen, and so Blitzø says he’s not one of Stolas’s imp servants that can be thrown away on a whim. Which, if you watch Stolas’s interactions with his serving staff, he’s not outright abusive like Stella toward them, but more acts like their conveniences or ornament extensions of his house. Which Blitzø would be observant to anytime he went over there for sex. Stolas gets real pissy with that and sends Blitzø out of the house because “[he] think[s] so little of [Stolas]”.

Most Blitzø haters after that episode made their biggest argument that Blitzø couldn’t just be a in a gay relationship with their repressed fave, Stolas. (And I like Stolas and relate to him, but that’s also why I’m so critical of the things he put Blitzø through.) But keep in mind, Blitzø doesn’t HAVE to like Stolas back in order to not be an asshole. He doesn’t HAVE to not use Stolas for his business as equally as Stolas decided to use his childhood acquaintance to live out his fantasies of being saved from a marriage he never wanted.

I don’t ship Stolitz as hard as I did before, but make no mistake. It’s because of Stolas, NOT Blitzø. Blitzø has made his mistakes and has had to deal with them. It’s time for Stolas to grow up and do the same.

Sorry for any errors, I just woke up and I’m too lazy to proofread. 😂

ite shut your assholes listen up bc i HATE when ppl slander my mans blitzo so this is my take

imo i think blitzo is slowly getting character development and i think ppl dont get that fire he caused not only set his crush on fire on accident and he blew up leaving him with scars but also his ther died in that fire and he blames himself for her death and his sister hates him probably for that reason so he also feels guilt for that and his dad idk where he is now but he also hates him too so blitzo being an ass all the time is him just hating himself and thats understandable

and also when he thinks that stolas doesnt like him and only wants to fuck him he is prolly thinking of how when he liked fizz and he wanted to confess to him but the accident happen so he is afraid of liking ppl bc he also doesnt want anything bad to happen again bc when ppl have trauma like that they avoid anything dealing with it like i had trauma with school bc my shit cousin abusing me and shit from elementry school and up until 11th grade and she also controlled where i go and forced me to hate my mother AND now i avoid anything related to school and after 11 grade i dropped,,,i think ppl shld think of blitzo in a psychological way bc yes hes an ass but he has a reason for it and i dont wanna hear any pussy weak ass ppl say "but its still wrong" be openminded cunt and actually take a look at what is happening

also trauma that blitzo had takes literally time to fucking recover from and thats why he is reserved as hell like he can care he does like you saw in episode 7

also little blitzo said he wants to be big in the circus but as he grew up that didnt go well bc of what happened so he went to killing ppl bc its probably an escape and also killing ppl is probably reflecting his hatred for himself so he takes it out on other ppl and OUU also i think since maybe since his mother died bc of what he accidentally did i think him killing ppl is also some sort of control thing like he can control when someone dies bc since his mother died out of his control on accident he yk does that or maybe he just wants kill ppl bc its a connection to the mother in a certain way i feel like his mom maybe taught him how to fight maybe idk but yeah thats also my theories

and also something i want to add is that the reason i think he wants to be in a poly relationship with millie and moxxie is bc its a healthy relationship and he craves the caringness of it but he doesnt want to reveal it bc hes afraid of being vulnerable and he is also jealous bc moxxie and millir is probably a walking reminder of what he wanted with fizzarolli but couldnt so he masks it by being evasive and everyone knows how blitzo is and everyone is use to it so nobody pays no mind and the fact he still likes horses and has horses in his office all around is also bc it reminds him of fizzarolli bc of them playing together so its a coping mechanism for him to keep that close ALSO i think the reason he dated verosika is bc of mommy issues and also he seemed to have a good relationship with his mother and willing to help her and since the dad is an asshole i think he is close to his mother bc yk remember the picture and stuff so maybe dating verosika is why bc its what he was use to

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transgirlcharlie · 6 years ago

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Similarities between IASIP and South Park

• the "offensiveness"

both of these shows are extremely offensive and because of this, they aren't for everyone.

they both express things in extreme way cos matt, trey & rcg (also i think those 5 are similar and would be friends) don't give a shit. that can be a bad and good thing. they both have rly bad pasts, but have learned from them.

also you have to be smart to actually understand what these shows are saying with the offensiveness.

• the friendships

this is mainly just cartman's friendship to everyone else in sp, because he's the only real bad character in the main 4. but his relationships with the main 4 are very similar to the gang's relationship to each other.

he's a bad person. and he doesn't like them, but he also does. he treats them bad. but hangs out with them because no one else would agree to be his friend. that's basically the gang.

• macdennis vs kyman

this is the thing that started off me seeing the similarities. personally because my relationship with these two ships are very similar. (i didn't ship either of them btw)

this is mostly speculation and personal view. but if you agree they hate and love each other (in a way) in both ships, then that's basically what this is about.

macdennis & kyman both have one really bad person in it (cartman & dennis, ik mac is bad too but nothing compared to him) that treats the other one (kyle & mac) poorly. while they still have some sort of feelings for the other that they hide in unhealthy ways (literally abuse). and the other part of the ship (kyle&mac) also have some sort of feelings for them but also resentment.

yes, they both have some sort of feelings for each other. but that relationship would be unhealthy and they shouldn't get together.

• lgbt+ representation

the two shows are also similar in the way they have lgbt+ representation. south park have a lot of gay characters and (obviously) mac is canonly gay in sunny.

the bathroom problem episode is similar to the sp episode 'cissies'.

both episodes discussed the issue of bathrooms when it came to what is the correct way to deal with them regarding trans issues.

also in that south park episode, characters such as stan and butters weren't sure which bathroom they belonged to (male, female or other). which is similar to charlie being confused about what gender he is. "and I'm...?"

(you could also compare cartman's pretending to be trans to go in the girls bathroom to charlie wearing a dress to pee in the girl's bathroom. but imo i think cartman was being 100% malicious and im pretty sure charlie isn't cis anyway)

and extra part of this is the way they both have gender nonconforming characters. for example, butters has worn female clothing in his own time & dennis wears makeup a lot. not lgbt+ per say, but definitely a step in the right direction.

• mac's sexuality journey vs craig & tweek's

the episodes mac fights gay marriage, mac finds his pride and tweek vs craig & tweek x craig/put it down parallel each other.

they both start of 'fighting' something and then they eventually accept themselves and they are now open about who they are.

little extra stuff:

• charmac vs style: idk, theyre both the 'best friends (since childhood) to lovers' trope. i love them.

• different fans: some aren't smart enough to understand the actual message behind the episode and they watch it because they find the offensive funny. can also be called dudebros. both also have a large lgbt fanbase.

• they also tackle a lot of issues that normally shows would avoid because they just, don't care. (gun crime, trans issues, etc)

#i made this post to say yall should watch south park cos if u like sunny. you'll like it #i literally wrote an essay explaining why #actually the reason i made this is because. i was writing it in my head anyway and #might as well write it now #it down*#and might as well post it #i don't ship macpenis or kymann btw #also both of these shows have ran for a longgggg time. idk probably says something #anyways i love south park just as much as i love sunny that's pretty obvious tho #my south park blog is aceenbykyle btw #but i never go on that it has like 2 followers lol #i wanted this to be longer but this is so long already. so im gonna stop while i can.#sorryyyy #south park #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #sp #personal #in conclusion watch south park #its 4:28am so if theres any mistakes sorry i can't read #i literally couldnt fit all the lgbt+ rep in south park. the new game has lloads

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akirakurusuimagines · 4 years ago

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had the idea of reader getting marin karin'd and it not wearing off after leaving the metaverse so our dear boy helps her out by gently overstimulating her in front of a mirror 👉👈

I'm sorry for how long it's been taking to get this out! Hopefully the others won't take as long. Please enjoy! (minors DNI)

It only takes one mistake for everything to fall apart.

Akira believed they were sufficiently prepared to waltz right into Mementos and explore the depths that opened after the public’s response to their latest and greatest heist. He disregarded Morgana’s incessant warning that he was running low on ailment-curing items and revival items, reminding the cat that he was already planning on putting him and Makoto on the front lines this time so there was nothing to worry about.

So really, this mess was his fault. As leader, he knows he shoulders the responsibility of anything and everything that happens, even if his teammates don’t blame him.

It began to storm back in the real world as they reached the end of the current depths⁠; a painstakingly slow thirteen floors⁠ to comb through in search of treasure and experience. Everyone was nearing their physical and mental limits for the day, but at the sight of a rare challenger on their way back, they let their youthful recklessness seep through. One more, they all thought, one more to end the trip on a high note.

The high note they sought after quickly⁠ and almost comically⁠ became shrill.

The battle turned for the worst: unable to find a weakness, you and Mona were left with minimal SP, Queen had suffered an ill-timed critical attack and was knocked out cold, and Joker himself was running on fumes. Mind scattered in desperation, Joker attempted to regain some footing by attacking the particularly strong enemy with Marin Karin, hoping to charm it.

He didn’t expect that the enemy would end up reflecting it back at him.

Nor that you would take the brunt of the attack by jumping in front of him last-minute.

Joker and Mona finished the battle through sheer dumb luck, and all of the thieves expected things to return to normal. Queen stood up on shaky legs and thanked Panther for medicine, but when they turned to look at you, their hearts dropped.

Your face was flushed and eyes glassy, no different than how you were in battle. The unspoken rules of Mementos was broken⁠—somehow you didn’t come to once the fight finished.

Joker took to your side immediately, helping you up but freezing at the garbled moan that slipped past your lips the moment his hands landed on you. The others looked on with concern and fear, not understanding why this was happening, but it was obvious to everyone that they needed to leave immediately. He apologized to them and announced that he’ll be taking you home to make sure you’re safe and resting while the others research the strange divergence.

His arm wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you steady as you mindlessly clung to him, and ushered you out of Mementos and towards the trains.

Akira felt like he was suffocating. If this is how he was feeling, he could only start to imagine what you’re suffering through right now.

He kept you hidden from view as best as he could, squished in the corner between the door, the seats, and him. Akira put you in a spare face mask he had and slid his glasses over your nose, hoping to protect your identity in case any snooping individual lingered on you two a little too long.

“Hold on just a little longer for me, okay? We’re almost there.”

He watched your knees buckle and your thighs clench together at his words and felt his mouth run dry. Akira willed himself to stay calm, to steady his heartbeat, but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do when you were in a state like this. Especially considering he harbored feelings for you.

“Please,” you begged. He almost didn’t hear it with how quietly you murmured it. “Akira, I… I need…”

Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

“Yeah?” he leaned in closer, hoping to catch the rest of what you’re saying.

Your hand grabbed his thigh, tugging his leg closer to you and causing him to stumble forward, balancing with his forearm next to your head. He stared at you with wide eyes as you shifted his leg with no resistance between your thighs and sat on it, slowly and carefully grinding against it.

Akira’s head whipped around, making sure no one was watching as you shamelessly used his leg to relieve some of the pressure that Marin Karin’s charm had on you. He nearly stopped breathing when you whined right next to his ear, a sound too soft for anyone else to notice as the train screeched to another halt.

Your stop was next, but there was no way he was making it out of this without a boner. He looked back at you and swallowed hard, only able to see the way your eyes were screwed shut and eyebrows knitted with frustration and concentration, pressing yourself a little harder against the meat of his thigh.

“Need more, ‘s too hot,” you blabbered softly, hands gripping the lapel of his blazer. “want you, want you so bad⁠—”

“We⁠—we’re almost home,” Akira choked out, each passing moment more difficult than the last. He wanted to pinch himself, wondering if this was actually some wild porno dream he was having back in Leblanc, but the way you felt rutting against his thigh like this was far too real for him to deny this was reality.

“Akiraaaa...”

He nearly lost himself when he saw your teary-eyed expression, suddenly grateful for the crowded train dissuading him from bending you over the train seats and giving into temptation. Akira wanted to know every part of you: every touch that makes you keen, every kiss that makes your head spin, every position that makes you cream.

Akira almost praised the gods aloud when the announcer comments on your stop, pulling himself off of you despite your whines and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he nearly runs out of the train the second the doors behind you open.

It was quite the ordeal dragging you back home. Every moment he stopped, your hands would wander, gripping his shirt or his belt loops, sliding your hand underneath to feel the warmth of his skin. You pressed closer and closer against him, your inhibitions far-gone, leaving only your charmed mind.

He grabbed your wrist firmly when you reached for his crotch at the door to your house, sucking in a large breath and hoping you’d be able to contain yourself enough for him to open the door with your keys and lead you inside.

Akira pushed open the door and dragged you inside, kicking it closed and locking it quickly. He couldn’t help the whole-body sigh that passed through him with the relief of privacy.

You, however, took it as your cue to tackle him to the ground and relieve yourself.

“Shit, wait, hold on⁠—” Akira staggered back, gripping your hip and arm and barley catching himself. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t want to try to get… uh… get off on your own?”

“No no no no no⁠—!” you shook your head adamantly despite your slurred voice, the sheer panic in your voice and face surprising him. “Want you, only you, please.”

Akira pressed his lips together in a tight line and hoisted you up in his arms, silently thanking the rough training he’s been enduring with Ryuji. The way your eyes lit up as he carried you to your bedroom made his heart palpitate, the rational side of him quickly losing to the promise of passion.

He really was weak to you.

He grunted as his legs hit the bed, falling down with you on his lap. Akira barely had time to speak before your lips were all over him, kissing all over his face and jaw as you roughly grinded against him. He choked down his moans and tangled a hand in your hair, hoping to slow you down with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Akira felt you seize up the moment he did, nails digging into his shoulders despite the layers of clothing, pressing your hips harder against his, and with a loud cry, he felt dampness against his crotch. It took a moment to process that you came untouched, just from him having you in his lap and tugging your hair.

“Did you just…?” his hand wandered towards your pants, slipping inside your underwear and feeling the sticky substance coat his fingers as he reached your thighs. He pulled them out, observing the strands between his fingers and licking them clean with a low groan. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Akira palmed your crotch and felt you shudder as you rolled your hips against his again. “But… it isn’t enough, right?”

“Nnno…”

He looked around the room briefly and caught his own eyes in the floor-length mirror in your room.

“Stand up for me and strip, sweetheart,” Akira instructed with a gentle slap to your thigh.

He loved the way you scrambled off of him, shedding your clothes and looking at him with the same hazy doe-eyes that made him spend countless private hours fantasizing about. You looked at him with so much lust, being so obedient for him in hopes of getting another orgasm.

He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it aside, shifting closer to the mirror until it stood in front of him. “Turn around and sit back on my lap.”

Akira steadied you with gentle hands on your hips as you sat on his lap and pressed your sticky thighs together to feel some kind of friction against the torturous heat. He pried them open, spreading your legs to straddle him and spreading you open for the mirror.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he gently chided, “keep these pretty thighs open for me, okay?”

Akira refused to touch you until you nodded.

“Perfect,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect.” Akira guided his hands up from your thighs to your chest, brushing against your nipples and continuing his path up until he reached your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and tilted your face up, forcing you to look at the shameful display you created with him. “I want you to look at yourself as I touch you,” Akira explained, “I want you to see everything.”

You nodded dumbly, anything to get his hands back to pleasuring you. “Please,” you continued to repeat with breathless whines, “I want more, I want you in me.” You pushed your ass harder against his hard cock, hoping he would take the bait. You wanted to be fucked silly and at this point you really didn’t care how you got there.

Akira sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and stilling for a few seconds as you continued to grind yourself on his dick. “Later, okay?” his voice wavered and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his own word with how enthusiastic you seemed about riding him.

He let go of your face and skimmed your inner thighs, catching the cum from your first orgasm on his fingers and finally touching you properly. You keened, head falling back as he slowly pressed two fingers into your hole. “Yes⁠!” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little further and bucking your hips into his hand, “More, please, oh god it feels so good⁠— hnn!”

Akira’s hand steadied your head, once again pushing you to look at yourself as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Don’t stop watching,” he purred as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that?”

You grasped his hair and his wrist, incoherent noises fumbling from your lips as Akira brought you to another orgasm within minutes. Marin Karin had quite the effect on you: keeping your stamina high and your libido higher, giving you more orgasms than you’ve had in your life, emptying your head and leaving nothing but pleasant buzzing.

He stared at you in the mirror, catching your unfocused gaze as your eyes shifted from his face to his hand and back again. “You’re doing so good,” Akira mumbled strings of words he barely paid attention to as you squirmed in his hold. He added another finger, stretching you out further and curling his fingers inside of you. He felt your legs shake and watched your jaw go slack as pleasure only continued to build.

“Again?” he asked, groaning at how you clench around his fingers, barely giving him room to move them. Even still, you continue to thrust your hips into his hands⁠, unsatisfied. “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you need,” Akira promised, kissing your cheek and resting his temple against yours, “I won’t stop until you’re begging.”

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petitmimosa · 3 years ago

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Third Olympics, 4A history, and retirement.

This is very, very long, I’m sorry.

It’s been... I can’t even say. A week? I don’t know. I haven’t watched Oly Roncapu and I don’t think I will watch it as a whole. I’ve seen parts of it but for now, I won’t do more than that. A few months ago I started saying I wouldn’t watch Olys, I may even have written it somewhere here at some point, and someone I talk to about FS on twitter had laughed and said “you not watching olys ahahaha yeah right we’ll see about that” but it turned out... I didn’t. I watched the practices, and fate really decided I was going to watch the free because as you may have read the night after the free I turned on the TV and eurosport was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of Yuzu’s 3A2T which led to waxing poetic about him for a solid minute, greatly appreciated. And I watched Haru Yo Koi because how can I not (will write about this as well because this ex represents so much to me). But other than that? I didn’t watch the men’s competition. Barely watched ladies or pairs, only saw Kaori/Wakaba and Papadakis Cizeron/Sui Han. I’ve grieve these olympic games a long time ago. I think I started grieving them, what they would represent and mean, after Torino. I was there in the stands when they went crazy with the scores and thought, okay, now is your time to grieve this sport as you used to love it and to decide if you want to stick around, why, and lay the background noise to rest. Today I can say I mostly succeeded. So this was me going into these Olympics. Sorry it got long but it felt important for you to know from which side I’m saying all this.

Now, onto Yuzu. Do you remember how he only started talking about a third olympic title after nationals, after being quiet and very much hermitzuru due to injury, when they were harrassing him about it? At Worlds last year, or any other time when given the chance, he would focus on the quad axel. I won’t pretend I know what he thinks deep down but to me, it truly felt like a third olympic title was never in his plans. It became a possibility and as we know Yuzu, he enters a competition to win it but I believe that between a quad axel and an(other) olympic title, he would choose the first one. To me, olys were simply another way to get closer to the quad axel, another chance to try and master it in competition. Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe it’s just me though, maybe I was already so numb that I couldn’t see these olympics as more than “just” another competition (with unbearable media attention, yes), another chance to write 4A into reality. I don’t know. Let me know how you felt going into the individual event :)

What happened in the short was... painful, frustrating, sad. Unfair. That’s why I think, for many, it’s still hard to let it go. When you can blame something or someone, it helps channeling the negative emotions, the anger. When it comes down to bad luck and something so unexpected it leaves you stunned... what you felt then stays with you until you accept the fact that there’s nowhere to put it into but the void, and then you let it go. Without the shadow of a doubt, had he landed the sal, he would’ve been at 112+. Roncapu is too much of a PCs perfection and without the major mistake cap, he would’ve gotten 49+ easily. But even a perfect SP couldn’t have changed the outcome, I want to be very clear on that because it’s the truth. The gold medal was already decided. It was, and I had accepted that a long long time ago, but there was a part of me that still was holding onto silver hope. Eh. C’est la vie :(

The free is really where he let go of all the expectations for an olympic medal, of all the murmurs of the press which made me so proud. I wrote about it right after and I can still remember how choked up I was. Still am, as I’m writing this. He didn’t take the ice to get on the podium. Had he done so, he would’ve put 4lo to open. He did not. He went after 4A. That jump he’s been chasing for 2 years now, the very last of his dream, his ultimate goal. The press and other media can talk (shit) all they want, it’s how the game is played even if it’s dirty and sad, but every skater knows that what he did on the ice means just as much as a title he already has. Even if you explain everything to someone outside of the FS world like I did to a friend, what shines through is the admiration for going after what you want without backing down, without letting the fear of being on the biggest sport stage there is break you, make you crumble. Still today words fail me to express just how much I respect him for what he did. He showed everyone that staying true to yourself was what mattered most to him. We don’t fully understand just how much strength of mind and of character this takes. It’s just... Yeah, it’s incredible.

This is also why that video of him finding out his 4A had been ratified broke me. Like, literally, I burst into tears and I cried and cried and cried for at least 30 minutes I would say. The surprise, the shock, the way his eyes lit up after being so so crushed while talking to other medias because it felt like all his work and sacrifices and pain would never be rewarded or how he was letting the people who cheered for him down... Seeing him react so strongly just... yeah, it broke my heart and mended it at the same time. Because this is what I want for him. For him to realize that while yes, efforts are not rewarded all the time, they are NEVER in vain. He’s been saying it but these olys were, maybe, the very embodiment of that sentence.

And hearing him talk about how, even in defeat, he found happiness, makes me very proud that he managed to do so. He’s still growing, becoming more and more an adult with every hardship that comes his way. I know his interviews bring a lot of mixed emotions but when you take a step back and see every word frm a distance and make all the pieces of his puzzle fit, you realize that through all this, you’re witnessing his growth. And it’s as impressive as perfectly landed quad salchow.

I know it was very difficult for many to see him this down. But I feel like this is how he processes emotions, whether positive or negative. He cried without knowing why after the GPF15 330.43 WR and maybe this is just me projecting because this is how I process emotions too but this is what it felt like to me. Also, let’s not forget that he’d just gotten injured AGAIN, and that it’s the olympic games. Every emotion, the stakes, every single moment is amplified to an unhealthy point so it’s no wonder he crashed down so quickly. It’s human. Yuzu is human at the end of the day, he had a very healthy and human reaction in the face of what he had just been through.

And just... can we take a moment, a minute, to just grasp the reality of what happened. A quadruple axel on the olympic stage. He wrote history, his and the sport’s, yet again while so many were already counting him out. And the troll had the audacity to use the same steps and entry as he did when he was 9 yo. The audacity of this man I swear, he can never do things the simple way. And when I say simple, I mean in a way that will not make the whole fandom go nuts or send people into an emotional crisis. But who am I kidding, it’s Yuzu, he lives for that. Somehow it still doesn’t feel real? A quadruple freaking axel. On an injured ankle. BECAUSE OF COURSE. Without the injury, I am absolutely certain he would’ve landed it without the fall. No one will convince me otherwise, ever. And so, he made history. Because that’s who he is. A history maker. He was born to make history really. I’m just thankful he’s doing so while I’m alive too so I get the chance to witness it all.

Back to the injury... I’ve made my peace a while ago with the fact that he’s always going to be injured at some point now. It’s just how an overworked body responds. It becomes more and more fragile and will break more easily. So while it was fun and cool to have a billion programs at practice, I can’t say I was happy about it. Aggravating an injury like this, I can’t get behind. Pushing the painkiller dosage is just irresponsible I’m sorry. But he’s a grown man and if doing a cocktail practice brought him joy after being down like he was then I can understand why he did so. Doesn’t mean I have to agree. We were all joking about how the madman was at it again, nervous laughter and all, when in reality we were very scared hiw ankle was going to give out anytime. And also, very very selfishly, I got worried it was the final straw that would take him out of Worlds. But that’s just me. I am human too, hehe. Worlds aside, I just hope this new injury doesn’t endangers his body even more given how violent the 4A training has been and will be if he does decide to keep chasing that nightmare of a jump.

Where does that leave us now? Well. I don’t know. And I believe he doesn’t either. He said a lot of contradictory things during these games, creating a lot of anxiety among fans, but I feel like it’s because he truly has no idea of what’s going to happen next. If his ankle recovers and he finds it in him to break his body again and again, he might continue his 4A chase. If he finds it in him to be satisfied with the 4A he put out during his oly free, he might put it to rest and move on to something else. Sometimes I don’t know what that might be since 4A has been the sole reason he’s still there. Lord protect us all he decides now his goal is to be the first man to certify a quint in competition. I’ll be bald before that happens and I have a LOT of hair. I don’t see him in 2026. I’m sorry, but it’s a bit unrealistic. His body will give out before that, 4A or not. I just pray that his body doesn’t make him quit. He deserves to leave on his terms. On a performance he’s found happiness in, and where he feels rewarded at the end.

What I’m about to say will be very controversial and upsetting for a lot of people and I do not wish to upset anyone but I can’t talk about where things are at now without bringing this up. I would be okay if he decided to retire now. It seems that people forget that retiring doesn’t mean he’ll go hide in his room and never come out, or never skate again. It just means he’ll retire from competition. He’ll retire from all the ISU bullshit, from the underscoring, from them trying to diminish what he gives on the ice as it were anything short of pure glory, from the fake rivalry, from the press harrassment... He’ll retire from all this. He will not retire from skating. If competing still brings him joy, then I will support his decision to keep pushing but if he decides that touring Japan with ice shows means more to him now, then please Yuzu, please please please do so. Don’t feel like you HAVE to keep competing for everybody cheering you on and who want to see you win. People just wish for you to be safe, and at peace.

In the end, I just want him to listen to his body and his heart. It doesn’t matter what I want or what I think is best for him. It also doesn’t mean I won’t be sad when he announces he’s retiring. There will be sadness, and I will grieve all the time we got to enjoy him as a competitor, simply because I don’t know what will come next. And that can be scary. That’s why so many don’t want to see him retire, I believe. Because losing that Grand Prix series routine, the exact dates, the pattern, and entering something new is scary. But we won’t lose him even when he retires. He cares too much about figure skating, about the ice, about the people, to disappear and say farewell. This is the one truth I know in my heart. And it gives me such peace, I hope I’m not alone in this.

So now we wait. We wait for him to assess his ankle, to rest, and to decide what his future is made of. I don’t read online articles, I pay very little attention to what the media say about him so I won’t be exposed to all the speculation that will arise in the few weeks about him retiring, and it’s already started from what I understand. I just know that Yuzu will tell us. Not the press, not NBC, not NHK... it will be Yuzuru.

And I’m not judging anyone who cries thinking about him retiring. You can wish for him to leave this hell behind and be sad about it at the same time. There’s no logic in sadness. It’s okay. I just wish that for all the sadness the eventuality brings you, the joy of knowing he will be free to enter a new chapter of his life at peace with his decision will give you just as much peace in the end.

And no matter what the world has to say about it, he is a legend of this sport. A legend, period. He is Yuzuru Hanyu. No one, no one will ever take this away from him.

#yuzuru hanyu #figure skating #olympics #i might edit later but for now #i think i've said it all

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ndeyebaby · 2 years ago

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Hey lovely ✨

I met a guy who doesn’t live in the same country as me and we talked during me on the networks but I made a mistake that he didn’t like and now he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. I know that if I decide to come back he will make me because it is my imagination and my conscience that decides but I don’t know how to imagine it. I don’t know if I should imagine a scene where he calls me or sends me a message or if I should already imagine that I’m with him as my boyfriend? In fact, I really like him. I would like something to happen with him, but I’ve never met him and I don’t really know how I feel. I just know that I want him to come back because I really like him a lot. I read so many success story on the SP but I have the impression that it won’t really come back (even if I feel that it’s really possible because it’s my creation) even in our long-distance relationship it’s always me who had to run after him a little and I would like it to be the opposite now but I don’t know which scene I have Thank you in advance and I hope all is well for you in your life 🫶🏼💗

Sorry, English is not my original language 🥺

Hey! So first of all, your English is great. I'm glad you know that your imagination is your savior, but as for scenes, I would go to the end. I'm not entirely sure if I'm getting the message that you would like to be together, and that's okay! What I would imagine is you two sitting in a cafe, or any kind of date spot, laughing together and having a good time. As if he's flown down to meet you and you're figuring out together if you want to be with him or not. And you can feel as if he's treating you well, making you feel loved, really enjoy feeling like that. He will come and it will work out!

Thank you so much, I'm wishing the best for you, and I hope to hear of your success soon <333

edit: the replies to this post give really good tips as well!

#ask

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navybrat817 · 4 years ago

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Not Your Forever - Chapter 2

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.

I can’t believe the positive reaction this received and I just had to continue. I feel like it won’t live up to expectations (haha), but I hope you enjoy! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own! Please let me know if you’d like to be added (or removed) from tags!

The silence lasted a second. Then it stretched to another. And another. Your former lover's gaze was drawn to your engagement ring as he tried to find the words. It wasn't flashy or over the top, but the diamond seemed to glow under the sudden attention.

"You're engaged?" Steve asked, his voice even in contrast to the storm in his eyes.

"I am," you said proudly.

"How did this happen?"

"Well," Clark began. "We had a romantic dinner, I got down one knee and after-"

"I don't think that's what he meant, Clark," you interrupted, trying not to smile at his humor.

"Sorry. My mistake."

The Captain's gaze was calculating as it swept over your fiance. "You're funny."

"Hope thinks I am."

"Hope?" Steve repeated in confusion.

"It's a nickname for me," you clarified. "It's...well, it's an inside joke."

The hurt look reappeared on the Captain's face. There was no denying the fondness in your tone or the tenderness in Clark's eyes. Maybe he thought you were both making a joke at his expense. Frankly, you weren't in the mood to ease his worries.

"Congratulations," he breathed out. The single word sounded flat.

"Thanks," you replied with a sigh. "Now will you please leave?"

"I still haven't had a chance to talk with you.”

The stubbornness used to be endearing, but it seemed entitled in the moment. "I have nothing to say else to say to you."

"Bruce was looking for you," Clark switched topics to cut the sudden tension, which only grew at his next words, "but...maybe you two should talk."

"Really?" you and your ex asked in sync.

"He came all this way...and I'm sure he has a very good reason as to why," your Kryptonian said easily.

"Clark," you whispered.

"I'll be right here," he whispered back.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. Clark was not only understanding, but you knew he'd rush to your side if he had to. "I won't be long," you promised, kissing him softly.

You saw the heartbroken look on Steve's face as you pulled away. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. You haven't heard what my fiance has to say."

"Why don't we step outside?" you suggested, motioning for Steve to follow before he could respond to Clark. You were surprised your legs didn’t wobble as you led him outside.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

Of course, he saw you shaking. "I'm fine, thanks."

Steve put his hands in his pockets, not taking his eyes off of you. "You really do look so beautiful."

"Please, say whatever the hell it is you need to say and go," you demanded. You weren't in the mood to beat around the bush.

"Are you giving orders now? I thought that was my job," he teased.

“And I see that people still follow yours. Seriously, you brought almost the whole gang with you?” you scoffed, not bothering to hide your annoyance. The nerve of all of them. "I know for a fact you weren’t invited and I don't appreciate any of you crashing this gala."

“They won’t cause a scene. They really did want to see you. They...said you never came back after that day.”

That was true. You left the chapter of your life behind and everyone in it. “Why would I? Steve, that was your team. “They were yours, too. Bucky was hurt when you left,” he argued gently.

“Bucky barely knew me. I don’t get why that would hurt him,” you told him, wrinkling your nose in confusion.

The action brought a small smile to the Captain’s face before it quickly faded. “He hoped you two would bond since...”

“Since you left him behind, too,” you guessed, shaking your head when he had the gall to look guilty. Not guilty enough, in your opinion. “Three years.”

"Three years," he confirmed.

"That's...a long time. Maybe that isn't much to a man who spent 70 years in the ice, but it's a long time to those who matter. I guess in your case, those who don't matter."

"You do matter. All of you. I'm so sorry. I thought my life at the time should have been with Peggy. I just...wanted a chance at the life I didn’t get to live."

You understood to an extent. He was the man out of time. He had his chance ripped away from him when he went into the ice. His decision, but you weren’t going to bring that up. “What happened? Missed the food here? The internet?”

Steve frowned at your sarcasm. “At first, it was fine. I finally got that dance,” he started, gauging your reaction. If you felt any kind of hurt from that, you didn’t let it show. “We were...happy it seemed. We thought it would be enough."

You turned your head toward the sky. The beauty of it soothed you. "Is anything ever enough for you? I wasn't enough, so you left. Now she wasn't enough, so you left. Where will you go next? The future?"

"Will you at least look at me if you're going to insult me?" he joked just a bit.

"I don't owe you a thing, Rogers, but I guess I can do that," you snapped as you faced him, trying your hardest to not show how vulnerable you felt.

"No, you don't owe me a thing," he agreed, which surprised you. "Peggy and I should have sensed from the start that we both changed. The things I knew and saw here ate away at me. Knowing what I did and having to sit back and not do a thing to stop it...That isn't me."

You nodded in agreement. You had wondered the same. How could Steve go back knowing that Bucky would be tortured and used by Hydra? How could he go about life knowing that the very organization Peggy and Howard built would be infiltrated by that same group? How could he sleep easy knowing Tony's parents would be murdered by his brainwashed best friend?

"I had nightmares. You might remember how I used to get those," he continued as you nodded once again. You always soothed him on those nights when he looked so afraid and alone. "It wasn't just the battles I dreamt about...It was about you."

You snorted as you crossed your arms. It wasn't a mature response, but you didn't have the words and you didn't believe him.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. I said your name in my sleep. I woke up reaching for you. Peggy heard it and asked who you were. I told her everything. How we were together...and how I left you," he went on, making your heart clench. You didn't want to think about it. "She was furious for what I did to you."

Angry tears filled your eyes. "So because SHE made you feel guilty you came back? Jesus Christ."

"No! God, this is all wrong," Steve mumbled, turning away to collect himself before he turned back to you. "We had our dance and that's all it should have been. She knew that I loved you and never stopped. I love you. I don't have a right to show up after three years and ask for another chance, but...I'm still asking. Please."

There was an optimistic smile on his face. That smile was one he reserved for you after restless days and endless nights. For a fleeting moment, you were swept up in a nostalgic feeling. You could almost pretend that things were the way they used to be. In the blink of an eye, the fog was lifted and you saw what was right in front of you. He was your past.

"You don't get to do this to me," you whispered angrily. "You broke my heart."

"I would never hurt you again. I regret so many things. What I did to you...God, losing you..."

"You didn't lose me," you said quickly.

"What?"

"You didn't lose me. You gave up on me. There's a huge difference. For the record, I lost you. I lost a chance at a future with you. I lost…everything," your voice breaking on the last word as a tear finally fell.

"Darling…I made a mistake,” he pleaded, reaching to wipe the tear away as you stepped back. “It wasn’t a mistake! It was a CHOICE! You CHOSE to leave me behind.”

“I’m so sorry,” he swore, his eyes glassy as he looked at you.

“You know what I did? I made a choice, too. I chose to pick myself up and find my strength. I chose to make a new life for myself. I chose to move on, like you always said people should do.”

“I-” “You said that day that you knew I’d be happy. You were right...because I am happy. I have a great life and a strong partner by my side. He's kind and loving and...he would never give up on me."

You were pouring salt on the open wound at this point, but he had to feel it. He had to know that you weren't broken.

“You really love him?” he asked in a small voice.

“I do,” you smiled softly, but confidently. It amazed you that you fell in love again, but you did. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him.”

He took your hand and ran his thumb along your finger, close to your ring. "This should be my ring on your finger. It should have always been."

You snatched your hand away like he burned you. He had no right to touch you. "And it shouldn't have taken you three years to realize you made the wrong choice. There's either more to it or you really just a man out of time."

"I love you!"

"Those are just words! If you truly love me or have even a shred of respect for me, you will get the hell out of my life. Now."

"I'm not giving up on you," he declared.

"You gave up on me long ago. Goodbye, Steve," you said firmly, walking back inside before he could stop you. He was right on your heels, which only made you walk faster. Fury must have shown in your eyes because people moved out of your way. You just wanted to find Clark.

"You may love him, but do you still love me?"

You stopped and spun around, making Steve nearly collide with you. He actually had the balls to ask you that?! "Just leave!"

"Oh, my god! It's Captain America!"

Your anger nearly disappeared when Dick slid between you and Steve.

"Um…” the blonde was thrown off momentarily. “Yes. Please, excuse me."

“Wow. Look at us. A couple of handsome men,” he smiled charmingly as he moved beside Steve and threw his arm over Steve’s shoulders.

You had to cover your mouth to smother your giggles. Ever the performer, he must have stopped your fiance from interfering for now.

"I really need to finish talking to-"

"Before you go back to whatever it is you were doing, let me introduce myself. I'm Richard Grayson, but everyone calls me Dick. I'm Bruce Wayne's son. Allow me to point out a few people here. My brothers! We have Jason, Tim and Damian. Oh, and Tim even brought a friend with him. Conner," he explained, gesturing to each of them with his free hand.

You saw Steve's eyes sweep the room quickly. Jason, the man with a shocking streak of white hair, was glaring daggers at Bucky. Tim, whose gaze was more calculating than his own, and Conner, who looked a lot like Clark, were keeping an eye on Sam and Wanda. Damian, who carried himself with pride, looked as unimpressed with Natasha as she did being there. And judging by the looks on their faces, they knew they were being watched.

"As a soldier and a strategist, I'm sure you picked up quickly that they're in close proximity to your friends. They're good. I'll give them that...but so are we."

You gave Dick a warning look. You knew how Bruce felt about their identities. It was a miracle that you knew.

"Brucie really wouldn't appreciate it if a fight broke out and we'd probably get our asses chewed out to save face, but it would be worth it. You see, we all have a soft spot for your ex here. Including Diana over there. Isn't she gorgeous?" Dick continued. "She could probably snap your neck with her thighs. And...you've already met Clark."

Steve's mouth was set in a grim line as Clark walked back to your side and slid his arm around your waist. "There's no need for a fight."

"You're absolutely right. We don't want a fight, but you were asked to leave. And as you can see, a lot of people are on Hope's side."

"Leave. Now."

Your eyes widened as Bruce stood behind Steve, who didn't bother to turn around. It was dangerously close to his Batman voice.

"Nice meeting you, Cap!" Dick grinned, giving him a salute and you a wink as he blended back into the crowd.

"This isn't over," Steve told you.

"Yes, it is. Now go."

Thankfully, he walked away. He must have alerted the others because you saw them head toward the exit. Bucky looked torn as he made eye contact with you, but he ultimately followed his best friend out. Tears filled your eyes again before you could stop them. It was overwhelming. The memories. The attention. You felt like you couldn’t breathe for a second.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for their actions," Bruce said with more kindness than most people realized he was capable of. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to speak to my eldest about tact. And I think you two could use some air."

Clark nodded to his friend and quickly took you outside, making sure no one stopped or bothered you. He pulled you close just as you burst into tears. "Just let it out. I'm here."

"Who the hell does he think he is?!" you sobbed as he rubbed your back.

You thought you were done shedding tears over Steve Rogers. It wasn't right that he strolled back into your life and reopened old wounds. It wasn't fair that he asked for another chance. You were happy now.

"Better?" you heard when your cries turned to sniffles.

"Better. I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey. What did Bruce just tell you?" he asked, pulling away so he could wipe away the stray tears with his thumbs. "Don't apologize for his actions. Ever. He made his choice. And if you're apologizing for crying, don't do that either. You're allowed to feel how you feel."

"I don't deserve you," you muttered as he smiled.

"If anything, I don't deserve you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. More than anything."

You leaned back into him with a smile. Clark was one of the best men you knew. In another life, he probably would have been friends with someone like Steve. That wasn't this life though. And the Captain was no longer in yours.

*****

Steve looked up at the sky, as if that could solve his problems. It wasn't supposed to happen that way. He waited too long. He let you fall into someone else's arms. And you basically had an army behind you now.

"Giving up, Rogers?" Natasha asked.

"No...I'll just have to come up with a new plan."

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