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c00pswhore · 2 years ago

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Saturday Drink

A South Park Olympic (@spinthetags) Jimed (Jimbo x Ned) fanfic for @thecrowthatdraws!

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Plot: Jimbo and Ned were looking forward to their weekend, until an unexpected Randy moment ruins it, leading to an unintentional adventure! Will they ever get to pregame?

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE!! I feel like the end was a bit rushed as I was quickly approaching the word limit!! But hopefully you enjoy this fic :>, I'm hella excited for this event! Click on the plot line for a surprise! s/o to a moot for helping with a minor part in this fic! cw: a tad bit suggestive

“With a little love and some tenderness…”

It was currently 7:28AM on a Saturday morning and Jimbo’s phone was already ringing. “Oh Christ,” the older man mumbled, rolling on his side to ignore the call, putting his arm over a sleeping Ned, attempting to avoid the responsibilities that were currently harassing him. When the ringing continued nonstop for the next 15 minutes, Ned was the first to rise, groggily wiping his eyes and softly shaking the chubbier man. He responded with a sleepy grunt, Ned rolled his eyes and shook Jimbo again with more annoyance than urgency. Jimbo scooted closer to the skinny man in response, clearly attempting to sleep away the will of the person on the other side of the call.

The phone’s continued ringing led to Ned being unfortunately fully awake now; forcing him to climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, attempting to wake Jimbo with the noise of their day starting. Jimbo, now annoyed at the lack of warmth and ringing phone, groaned and finally rolled over to grab his cellphone, gracefully hitting the silent button before promptly turning back to sleep. Ned watched from the bathroom door, laughing silently at his boyfriend, endeared at the chubby man’s determination to not start their morning. The phone continued to vibrate obnoxiously and Jimbo still didn’t rise, causing a now annoyed Ned to loudly close their bathroom door, jolting the chubby man out of his deep sleep. Jimbo shot up at the noise, accidentally tangling himself within the sheets and rolling onto the floor, as a yelp of defeat accompanying him on the way down.

“FINE NED!” he shouts after a moment of silence, picking himself up off the floor mumbling a string of curses, while shooting a dirty look toward the bathroom door. Jimbo was very aware that his boyfriend was currently standing beside the door wordlessly laughing at his fall, as it was a very common prank for Ned to pull on Jimbo, especially when it was something Ned didn’t want to do. “You’re lucky you don’t have your voice box, fucker,” Jimbo chuckled, reaching for his phone to see who was harassing the couple so early on a Saturday morning. The contact read as Sharon, his phone’s notifications showing 52 missed calls from his sister and her husband Randy, causing Jimbo to wince a bit at his lack of urgency. He wasn’t too keen on answering his brother-in-law too often after he had caught COVID and was forced into bed rest at their farm, which was to protect Ned who had a compromised immune system. Somehow it led to Randy forcing him to smoke a joint that he had clearly come on.

The phone began to vibrate once more, Jimbo swiftly answered, putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?” Jimbo tiredly sighed into his phone waiting for a nonsense call from his brother-in-law. “Hey Jimmy,” a feminine voice said on the other side of the phone. “Sharon?” Jimbo asked with a hint of surprise in his voice. “Yeah,” Sharon apologetically replied, “Sorry for calling so early,” Jimbo released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was glad it was his younger sister on the other end and not Randy. “No no, you’re fine, is everything ok?” Jimbo asked, standing up to sit on the edge of their bed. It was insanely early, but it was his sister, no matter how stupid her husband may be, he would do anything for her.

“Yes, everything is fine, it's just that…” Sharon trailed off, allowing Jimbo to assume the direction this call was going. His sister rarely called this early, let alone on the weekends. Sharon knew Saturdays were Ned and Jimbo’s pregame weekend, where the pair got ridiculously drunk (and very recently stoned), and recorded their former TV show’s podcast. She was very aware how much Ned and her older brother were excited for their weekend shenanigans, and Jimbo was very aware whenever she called on a Saturday it meant one thing. “Oh god Sharon,” Jimbo groaned, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “I know Jimmy, I’m sorry,” Sharon regretfully said, launching into a long-winded apology. Jimbo stood up while half-listening and walked toward their bathroom. Jimbo knew Ned was eavesdropping, he could see Ned’s shadow near the front of the door, as he always did when Sharon called in the mornings.

The burly man wanted to “exact his revenge” for his boyfriend waking him so abruptly by putting the phone on speaker. “Can you babysit Jimbo?” Sharon's voice echoed from the sudden volume change, after her long-winded apology ended. “Oh of course we can Sharon, but why?” Jimbo sang-song as he heard a small crash from inside the bathroom. “Shelly is acting out again and Randy,” Jimbo heard a hoarse hi from the man in the background, “Is overreacting again,” she finished sighing. Shelly and Randy were known to get into random fights, Shelly going through behavioral issues and teenage angst, while Randy was just a man-child. “What do you mean?” Jimbo asked, pressing his ear against their bathroom door, hearing Ned on the other side quickly shuffling, slamming cupboards as though he was frantically searching for something.

Jimbo knew Ned kept a spare voice box in their bathroom and Ned hated babysitting on the weekends, as it would take time away from their hunting podcast and well, other adult activities. “Randy finally got fed up with Shelly not doing her chores, no Randy I’m not calling it that,” Sharon said, as there was a small crash in the background of the call, “Let go Randy, RANDY!” Sharon yelled as the call randomly muted. “Shelly!” Randy shouted as the phone unmuted and re-muted itself again, causing Jimbo to giggle as the shuffling in the bathroom stopped. “Sorry Jimbo,” Sharon came back on the phone after a moment, “Randy is forcing us to go hiking to bond more but forgot he promised to take Stan and his friends ATV riding up in Boulder,” she finished, as the shuffling in the bathroom picked up again. “He already paid and rented everything, it’s just a matter of transportation and doing things.”

The bathroom door flung open, with a half naked Ned standing before Jimbo, who was holding his voice box very tightly. “Who’s that Jimbo,” Ned asked, barely hiding the agitation in his voice. Jimbo was too distracted by the very loose towel that hung just below Ned’s v-line, leaving the older man speechless. “Is that Ned?” Randy asked in the background of the call, his voice snapping Jimbo out of his trance. “Yea, i-it’s Ned,” Jimbo replied, his mind making an emergency crash landing from Ned-land. He watched the steam from the bathroom pour out of the door frame, paying very close attention to the flush that spread across Ned’s face and shoulders. Ned tends to flush out of anger, which Jimbo understood, but the steam wasn’t helping Jimbo in any way. It made the majority of Ned’s body flush a soft pink and the sweat that had accumulated from being in the hot room made his hair stick to his forehead. No, none of this was helping with the situation Jimbo had gotten himself in, and Jimbo was very aware of the plans his brother-in-law had just crashed.

“Hey Ned,” Sharon cheerily responded, whom Ned assumed was happily avoiding the topic of the emergency babysitting favor she had just dropped on them. “Randy and I are so thankful that you and Jimbo can take the boys for us,” Sharon gushed as the agitated look on Ned’s face lessened a little. “Y-yea Sharon, Jimbo and I are always glad to hang with Stan and his friends,” Ned’s robotic voice responded as Jimbo continued to stare thoughtfully at his body. This call was becoming absolutely pointless, as the tension between the two older men grew, causing an awkward silence between both parties. “W-well,” Sharon stuttered after a moment, “Stan had a sleepover at Eric's, so they won't be awake until 10, I’ll call Liane and let her know the change of plans,” she finished, snapping Jimbo out of his staring contest. “Yeah-Cartman’s,” Jimbo responded in a monotone voice, as Ned stared deeply into his soul. There was a small twitch coming from within his body, as his mind focused on finding a way to make up for the lost time that this call took.

“I’ll see you when you’re done,” Jimbo said, looking at his phone to hang up. Sharon said her goodbyes and the call ended with a click, which prompted Jimbo to toss his phone onto the bed. Ned was looking at his companion curiously, as Jimbo began to strip from his pajamas, and squeezed into the bathroom. “Mm, I thought you wanted to sleep in?” Ned teased, watching Jimbo close the bathroom door. “Haha, you’re hilarious,” Jimbo sarcastically replied, while pulling down his pants. “You act as if I could focus with the way you were just standing there,” he said, posing in his underwear for his companion. It was now Ned’s turn to lose all ability to focus as he stared at Jimbo’s burly frame, noticing the superman symbols on his boxers. Jimbo only laughed in response to Ned’s stunned silence before stripping down the last piece of fabric he had on. “Now, I believe Sharon said we had until 10?” Jimbo slyly said moving closer to the lean man, pressing his forehead against Ned’s, looking deeply into his blue eyes, while the pair felt each other’s labored breaths. Ned only smiled in response, grabbing Jimbo's muscular arm, and pulling him into the shower.

It was 10:54AM and only now were Kern-Gerblansky's red Hummer pulling into Cartman's driveway. The two grown men watched as the four boys jumped up from sitting on the doorstep, shouting cheers of excitement, grabbing their bags filled with supplies and slumber party items; and running toward their car. Ned got out and opened the trunk for the boys, with Cartman shoving the other 3 out of the way, in order to be the first to put his stuff in. An argument began as Ms. Cartman opened her front door smiling at the pair, held up a tray of her famous waffles and whipped cream, and walked up to Jimbo’s window.

“Uh, hello Liane,” Jimbo said uneasily, watching in the rearview mirror, as the argument between the four boys escalated, as Ned immediately shot the chubby man a look of help. “How have you been Jimbo?” Ms. Cartman cheerfully responded, giving him a strange look, while smiling. “YOUR FAG UNCLE IS LITERALLY AN HOUR LATE,” Cartman’s whiny voice screams over the noise the argument had caused. This makes Jimbo’s face drop, as he gives a look of concern to Liane, who seemingly heard nothing and was still cheerfully smiling. “FUCK YOU!” Kyle yells as their argument escalates in the background. “Uh, Liane,” Jimbo started, opening his door attempting to move past the single mother, and reach his poor boyfriend before things got any worse.

But Liane Cartman not only stood her ground, but pushed Jimbo back into his seat. She gives him a strained smile, handing him the plate of waffles, before she starts digging into her apron pocket. “ERIC,” she firmly projects toward the back end of the car, her hand deep in her apron now, effectively silencing any argument that was going on, “DON'T BE DIFFICULT,” Liane finished as a placid look took over her face. Everyone stayed in a shocked silence, as there was no argument, and the only thing that was heard were the birds soft chirps. She looked rather satisfied with herself, as her hand came back up, with a piece of cardboard in between her fingers. “We’ve missed you and Ned at the Peppermint Hippo,” she quietly said as the boys began to pack their belongings in the trunk. Jimbo’s ears turned a bright red, as the blush spread to his cheeks.

“Liane,” he muttered underneath his breath, “You know we’re-“ “Oh Jimbo, you weren’t saying that in our younger years,” Liane replied, cutting the chubby man off. Jimbo somehow became even redder, causing another look of satisfaction to show on the elder Cartman’s face, as she carefully placed the card right between the whipped cream, getting a tip of it on her index. Ned and the boys all began to pile into the car, as Ms. Cartman deeply looked the chubby man in the eyes, carefully licking up the white substance with her tongue. Ned looked at Jimbo in confusion as the chubby man began to sputter, fumbling the plate of waffles into his lap, as Ms. Cartman’s laugh was heard.

“Goodbye boys,” she said walking back toward the porch while waving, “You have my number if you need me!” She called with a hint of amusement in her voice. The group quickly reversed out onto the road, as Jimbo floored the gas pedal, heading toward South Park’s exit. “Mmm what happened Jimbo?” Ned asked, pulling out Ms. Cartman’s card from the waffles. “Put that away Ned,” Jimbo flushed, quickly snatching the card out his hand, while throwing it into the glove compartment. Ned and the boys give Jimbo a confused look that goes unanswered, the only response was the revving of the engine. Ned instinctively leaned over, lending Jimbo his good ear, waiting for a quiet response. “I understand where Eric gets it from now,” Jimbo responds in a low voice, slightly leaning into his boyfriend’s forehead. Ned let out a loud laugh, leaving the four younger boys to look at the older couple in confusion. Ned didn’t stop laughing for the rest of the drive.

“I’m confused,” Ned aggressively said into his voice box, all his cheer from the drive down gone, while leaning over the counter to stare at a dimly lit tablet. It was currently 2:33 PM, which would regularly be the time he and Jimbo would’ve been pre-gaming, in order to record their weekly podcast. The group of boys were currently standing within a cool brick building that was decorated with various ATV posters and specific hunting gear, in the middle of buck ass nowhere Boulder, Colorado. The teenage attendant stood behind the beige colored counter with a dead look in their eyes, slowly opening their mouth, while letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I don’t see a reservation under Randy Marsh, is there another name I can look for?” They dryly replied, raising a limp hand to lazily type a different name into the terminal before them. “Mmm there’s literally no other name it could be under,” Ned replied with the annoyance in his voice becoming louder. “Ugh, what’s taking so fucking long,” Cartman muttered underneath his breath, poking the hood of Kenny’s parka which was currently facing Stan, who was watching the raven haired boy lean his head onto Kyle’s shoulder, whose face was in his hands. Jimbo was adjacent to the four boys, pinching his nose in the signature style that the Marshes were known for, as he watched his boyfriend struggle with the teenager. It was obvious that Ned was close to jumping the counter to see the tablet himself or to strangle the employee with his one good hand, prompting the older man to enter the conversation. “Do you have a reservation under Sharon Marsh-Kern? Or Sharon Marsh? OR SHARON KERN?” Jimbo quickly interjected, struggling to hide his agitation with the employee. The group watched as the lethargic employee slowly typed in the variations, hearing a robotic beep for each one, signaling rejection. “Would you happen to have another-,”

“Try Karen Marsh,” Stan interrupted with an annoyed tone, lifting his head off of his best friend’s shoulder. Everyone looked at the younger boy in surprise, mainly for the unexpected turn in conversation, before Stan gave an agitated look with the lack of response. For the first time since the group had arrived, the teenage employee quickly typed into the terminal, as a positive sounding robotic beep came after the entry. “ID please?” the teenager said monotonically, their body on autopilot as their hand reached over the counter, expecting some piece of plastic to land. Jimbo happily fumbled for his wallet, pulling out his license and putting it in the attendant's hand, excited to finally get the main babysitting activity over, in hope of catching up on some of their Saturday. The teenager’s hand pulled back quickly, their dead eyes showing some signs of life, as they scanned over the key details. “Sorry, this says Jimbo Kern-Gerblansky, and in order for entry I need an exact form of ID,” they replied cheerily as they handed the license back. “Have a good day,” they replied with a hint of delight behind their voice. Ned dropped his voice box and began to climb over the counter to lunge at the attendant, gaining cheers of support from the four younger boys, as Jimbo dropped everything in order to stop the lean man from actually making it over.

The 4 younger boys stood in front of the building as they watched Jimbo bid the police a cheerful goodbye, with Ned dejectedly standing beside him. Things had quickly gone south and went the way one would expect if a veteran jumped the counter to fight a teenage employee. The situation had worsened as Cartman called Ned, Karen Kern, which turned the attack toward the chubby boy with Kyle, cheering the situation on. Even after all that, they were still denied access to the ATV course, and had been temporarily banned for 6 months by the attendant’s manager after things had been settled with the police. Jimbo hurriedly got Ned into the Hummer, as he went to retrieve the four boys, who were showing signs of disappointment on their faces.

“First,” Cartman whines as Jimbo guides them toward the car, “KYLE HAS to come to MY SLUMBER PARTY, because STAN can’t do SHIT without his FUCKING BOYFRIEND,” Cartman hissed toward Kyle, who stuck his tongue out in response. “THEN, Stan’s bitch of a sister, sets TOWELIE on fire,” he spat shooting Stan a nasty look, “Forcing his parents to send us, with his FAGGY uncles-” “You’re a bigger fag then the both of them put together,” Kenny interjects as the four of them climb into the back of the vehicle, causing Jimbo to sputter, failing to hide his laughter, as he climbed into the driver's seat. The arguments in the background grew as Jimbo turned the car on and rolled down the windows, pulling up the map’s app on his phone for directions back to South Park.

“Jimbo?” A deep voice called across the parking lot. Jimbo glanced up in confusion, his eyes scanning the very empty lot, before they landed on an older man. The older man was lanky and built, with long shaggy hair, and looked like an old hipster lumberjack that was leaving a dispensary down in Denver. He wore a long sleeve gray t-shirt that read ‘Jones and Company ATV Riding’, accompanied by denim jeans and steel toed work boots. He looked like an older male model off the cover of the magazines they sold at their store. “Davis Jones? What the hell are you doing here?!” Jimbo exclaimed, sending Davis a look of confusion. “I should be asking you that, Kern!” Davis laughed, walking toward the car. “It’s so nice to see you two again,” the lanky man said, giving the pair a winning smile.

“When was the last time we saw each other? What? ‘75?” He questioned looking into the car. “No,” Ned said, “Whenever Jenkins got so drunk at the reunion, he fell off a table,” causing the three men to erupt in laughter. “We got banned from that course over there,” Jimbo said, after the laughter died down, nodding his head toward the building. “Oh everyone has trouble with that teenage attendant, they’re the manager's kid,” Davis responded, chuckling at the disbelief on the group's faces. The two older men began to catch up with their veteran friend as the conversation landed on Davis’ weekend. “We actually had a private tour, but they canceled at the last minute leaving us with 5 extra ATVs,” the veteran responded, looking at the four excited boys in the back, giving them a toothy grin. “They paid for everything, so you could always take their spot,” Davis teased looking at the older gay couple.

“Mmm I don't know,” Ned said, sending his partner a tired look. Jimbo understood that his boyfriend was probably tired from their eventful day and probably just wanted to go home and have a beer. “Pleaase, Stan’s uncle Jimbo?” Cartman pleaded, giving the burly man puppy eyes. Jimbo tried to look away, but only caught a glimpse of his nephew and the rest of his friends following suit, softening his heart. It reminded Jimbo of a younger Sharon, who knew how to get her way, by always melting his soft heart. “Now that I think about it,” Davis said, tapping his finger on his chin, “You two are usually drunk out of your minds around this time,” allowing the four younger boys to look at the couple in astonishment. “If it makes it better Ned,” Davis continued, “We have some beer,” nodding his head toward a cooler on the back of his pickup, giving the slim man a cheery smile. “Mmm, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Ned replied, giving a mischievous grin back.

It was currently 5:04PM and the group had finally made it to the private touring area that Davis owned. The land was filled with beautiful green shrubs and tall shady trees, as the hilly escape showed perfect dirt roads from the ATVs that had trekked through before. It was beautiful enough to make a grown man cry. They had changed into their gear at a private residence Davis had built for personal use, and the four boys were bouncing with excitement, as Davis went over basic safety rules and how to properly use the ATV. “I'm so excited Kenny,” Stan excitedly whispers to the younger boy who hums in response, “I can’t wait to race you to the end,” Kenny's muffled voice responds after a moment. “I’m gonna go faster than you,” Cartman barely whispers, warranting a look from Jimbo. “Oh yeah fat-ass?” Kyle responds after making sure Jimbo wasn't looking. “Yeah, gonna leave your ass in the DUST,” Cartman teases, pushing Kyle’s arm. “In your fucking dreams dough boy,” Kyle snickers rolling his eyes. “Language,” Davis said looking at the two younger boys, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Clearly, my lecture has been holding up your main event,” the older man teased, causing both Kyle and Cartman to flush. Davis only laughed at their reactions, clapping his hands loudly, and smiling at the group. “Let’s get this started,” he said, hopping onto his ATV.

“On your left you’ll see the historic...” Davis said over the microphone connected headset, as the four boys followed quickly behind. Stan and Kyle were riding beside each other, Cartman was close to ramming to Kyle’s bumper, and Kenny going a tad bit slower at a considerable distance. Right behind them were Ned and Jimbo, going slower than the rest of them, but close enough to stay in radio range. There weren’t enough ATVs for everyone to ride on their own but Jimbo and Ned were quick to pair up and deciding to ride together. Ned’s arm was tightly wrapped around Jimbo’s soft stomach and Jimbo was driving carefully to ensure his boyfriend felt safe enough behind him. The couple were closely paying attention to their surroundings and softly making comments to each other. “We should go hunting down here someday Ned,” Jimbo softly sighed as the tree branches passed them by. Jimbo felt his boyfriend nod his head as they went over a soft bump, passing the man-made lake Davis had just mentioned. “I heard Gerald’s kid and Eric talking about racing,” Jimbo sighed, resisting the urge to pinch his eyebrows. “I gotta stop telling Sharon yes, I’m tired of preventing those two from doing something insane,” Jimbo complained, feeling Ned’s body lightly bounce with silent laughter. “By the time we get back home, I’m gonna probably have to start drinking and driving to make up for lost time,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Come in love birds?” Davis’ voice rang over the comm. “Yeah Jones?” Jimbo responded, raising an eyebrow at the worried tone in his friend’s voice. “I’m gonna need some reinforcements,” Davis responded, the worry in his tone increasing. “The kid that looks like Dakota Fanning and that ginger kid are…” Davis trails off, leaving Jimbo to release a heavy sigh. “On our way,” he responded, wrapping Ned’s arm tighter around his torso, and speeding ahead.

By the time the two arrived, it was very obvious that Cartman and Kyle were racing, ignoring Davis’ instructions over the comm. Jimbo watched as the two began to speed off, heading toward a fork in the road. Kyle was considerably ahead of Cartman, before Cartman sped ahead and cut the ginger boy off. The two were headed toward the left side of the fork, missing the sign that said dead end. “Boys!” Jimbo yelled, speeding after them, worried about the possibility of them fucking up his friend’s ATV. “YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY,” Davis yelled, “THAT WAY LEADS TO A-” a very loud crash is heard off in the distance. The rest of them stopped a couple feet away from the fork, which gave time for Jimbo to pass out, leaving Ned to grip his torso as the burly man felt his wallet’s soul leave the premises.

By the time the group arrived, Kyle and Cartman were sitting on the side of a muddy ditch, both annoyed with each other, awaiting their punishment. Jimbo hopped off his vehicle and ran toward the ditch. “We’re ok Mr. Kern,” Kyle ashamedly said with Cartman grunting in agreement. “Like I give a shit about you two,” Jimbo bluntly responded, running up to the two ditched ATVs. They were perfectly fine, with little to no damage, which allowed Jimbo to sigh a breath of relief, as Davis arrived behind. “You’re not worried that they’ll say something to their mothers?” he questioned, wincing at the look Cartman was shooting at the chubbier man. “Like hell they’ll say anything,” Jimbo laughed rolling his eyes. “Their mothers will do way worse,” Ned finished shooting the two looks. The both of them sat up in fear, with looks of worry overtaking their agitation, as Stan and Kenny laughed at the pair’s predicament.

It was currently 6:58PM, the ATVs had taken a while to pull out of the mud and the tour took an extra half an hour to finish, due to the speed restrictions Davis had placed in interest of everyone’s safety. Kyle and Cartman’s parents had received a call, they reached the restriction in agreement, as a temporary punishment for the two. The tour ended with a beautiful view of the mountains as they reached the end, prompting Davis to make an announcement to the rest of the group. “We’ll head back in about fifteen minutes, so help yourself to some snacks and beer, and don't forget to take some pictures.” Davis said, walking away to set up the snacks. Jimbo and Ned got the four boys to line up without shoving, all of them giving the camera a toothy smile, showing the memories that were made today. Ned kissed Jimbo on the cheek, before pulling his phone out and taking a selfie of the two. “You gotta print that Ned,” Jimbo said, lovingly looking at his boyfriend. “Mmm I sure will Jimmy,” Ned responded, giving the burly man another kiss. “But first, I have a Saturday to start,” Ned said walking toward the cooler. Jimbo could only laugh in response, but agreed, it was finally time for a Saturday drink.

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the-monkey-ruler · 1 year ago

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Journey to the West: Go West to Subdue Demons (1991) 西行平妖

Director: Zhang Che Screenwriter: Zhang Che / Chen Baoxun Starring: Jia Yongquan / Chen Jiming / Du Yuming / Mu Lixin / Dong Zhihua / Wang Yuqing Genre: Action / Fantasy / Martial Arts / Costume Country/Region of Production: Mainland China / Hong Kong, China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 1991 Duration: 86 minutes Also known as: Go West to Subdue Demons / Westbound Flat Monster IMDb: tt8395472 Type: Retelling

Summary:

On the way to learn Buddhist scriptures, Tang Seng (played by Jia Yongquan) and his four disciples encountered a leopard spirit (played by Wang Yuqing) who came to Yuan Wai's house to snatch his bride. After a fight, the outnumbered leopard spirit died violently and Yuan Wai's family was very happy. The next day, a group of four people passed by the Bull Demon Palace and saw the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan doing some housework. Wukong (played by Dong Zhihua) made rude remarks and offended Princess Iron Fan and the master and apprentices continued to travel west. On this day, they came to Chechi Kingdom which is controlled by monsters. Tang Monk and his disciples stayed here for several days, destroyed the monster caves, and restored the peaceful life of the past. Red Boy (played by Mu Lixin) receives a letter from his mother, Princess Iron Fan, and learns that Sun Wukong has insulted his mother, and he is determined to avenge his mother. Guanyin Bodhisattva learned that Tang Monk and his disciples were in trouble, so he sent his disciples Mu Zha, Jin Zha, and Nezha to help, and finally surrendered Red Boy...

The story is based on Wu Chengen's famous work "Journey to the West".

Source: https://chinesemov.com/1991/Go-West-to-Subdue-Demons

Link: https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1o3k9j

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littleapocalypsekitten · 1 year ago

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So, a post came across my dash / to my attention about diet and of course it's the meat-eaters vs. the vegans as usual. And it's got me to thinking about my place in it and how I'm just... a non-starter in the argument. In terms of vegetarianism and strict veganism, those who are "evangelistic" about it run into a full-stop with me and there are reasons why that have little to do with me trying to justify "carnism" in the greater whole and whatever. It has everything to do with "press me and I'll just self-identify as evil and call it a day." From a personal standpoint: Here is how I grew up. My father was a butcher. He worked as a retail butcher. Furthermore, I grew up in the country (specifically in the desert) - but in a neighborhood where it was quite common for people to raise their own meat and some of my earliest memories involve this. We had a pig that my parents let me name "Charlotte." She became bacon and while I don't remember it entirely, my father said that I came out to "help" (at 4 years old) when most little girls would have run away from that. I *do* have memories of helping him with our chickens (not that "helping" at that age was anything more than watching or maybe doing a little plucking). Later on, when my dad decided that he was tired of doing double-duty at work and at home and we just bought our meat, we continued to raise chickens for eggs. Sometimes one would get out of the pen and be mauled by our dogs or get into the neighbor's yard and get mauled by the neighbors' dogs and would be lingering away, running and hiding and slowly dying from infection. I was older then and was happy to help Dad catch the chickens and to hold a dying chicken still while he took the mercy-hatchet to its neck. (These were not eaten, of course). I had uncles and aunts who hunted. I never took it up (and kind of regret it, as venison and wild turkey are delicious). I DID take up fishing. I've looked my food in the face as I've put it into an ice-bath or taken the tip of a knife to ike jime... I tend to say a little prayer, but, you know, fish-blood is on my hands... And I always feel a part of nature when I'm catching my own food. Get some nice beef sometimes from a friend whose family has raised their own cattle... And, yeah, there was a time in my youth when I considered becoming a vegetarian. My sister drew me back with how good roasted turkey is. In other words, when answering the question of "If you had to kill your own meat, would you eat like you do now or would you become a vegetarian?" and how most people would choose the latter option? I'm one of those rare, one in a million people who *might* choose the former option. Although, I expect I'd eat meat more rarely if I had to go through all the steps of dealing with it myself, because raising / butchering is very difficult and annyoying - even my pro butcher-dad just gave it up after a while because he got sick of taking his work home with him.

All in all, while I do want livestock as a whole to be treated better, when it comes to the ethics of eating it at all? I was raised in a way that makes me chill with death and life-cycles. If I get my way with a natural burial, the worms will eat me one day.

#food #food ethics #meat eating vs. veganism #I'm an omnivore and expect I will always be #I respect other people's choices #but I will readily self-identify as evil #when you're raised a rural kid back in the 1980s #just thinking of how weird I am #I really do think with ethical questions most people would be inclined to vegetarianism #if their financial and nutritional and flavor-needs were met #now if given the choice of an all-meat diet and a vegan diet...#I'd go for vegan because there is more variety in veggies and fruits than in just meat #I've heard of red meat and salt diet by manosphere right-wing manlings #I do like some vegetarian and vegan dishes and want to eat more of them #but you know if I could get my own rural land again...#one of my dreams is raising egg-chickens #and possibly meat-chickens

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brobopet · 2 years ago

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Yiwu International Trade City attracts buyers and tourists from all over the world. During the day, the place is bustling with business people, and the sounds of calculators come and go.

Walking on the streets of Yiwu at night, you can feel the hustle and bustle of this city. The night market is brightly lit, and the stalls in the streets and alleys are full of delicious and attractive snacks and specialty products.

If you want to relax and experience some local culture, there are also some good places to go, such as Jiming Pavilion and Yiwu Botanical Garden. Here the experienced Yiwu sourcing agent will introduce you several famous attractions and night markets in Yiwu. Hope you can enjoy life and happiness in this city: https://www.yiwuagt.com/news/yiwu-travel-guide-attractions-and-night-markets

#Yiwu #Yiwu Attraction #Yiwu Night Market #Yiwu Market #Yiwu Agent

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the-fair-maiden-of-fandom · 2 years ago

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more qjj livetweets but only on tumblr pt.3

|| so very many spoilers ||

omg a house on the border, the priceless smile,,,,,,,,, i cant with these two

oh damn. ownership kink really popped out there huh

so we can all agree that he's about to double cross and murder this man right

is it wrong for me to actually be kind of curious on whether he can dance. obviously he shouldn't but.

oh so he's mad mad. yeah he's going to die painfully.

HES A RAPIST ANNDDDD A PEDO??? DIE IN A FIRE

fuck that's so hot

…. dammit i had a funny feeling

he's gonna be the scraggly stranger isn't he

i stand so very corrected

i FUCKING knew it. i said!!! i said he was too nice right at the beginning but i couldn't tell what exactly was wrong about him

HOT GIRL SHIT

man the ring detail was a nice touch

ding tao badass arc?????? i love him!! go hide behind shen zechuan!!!

fuck oh my god shen zechuan kill me next please

PUSSY

‘Zhou Gui liked Ding Tao so much at this moment that he wanted so much to acknowledge the latter as his son.’ as you should

wait what

okay there's the awful backstory id been waiting for. not as bad as it could’ve been tho. at least he’s not binghe

oh he gave him a piggyback ride,,,,, that’s totally not making me desperately want love or anything. my heart isn’t twinging at all

they’re so domestic i love them sm this scene is destroying me

jesus they’re so horny all the time

“let’s build a home” *body roll*

did they actually fuck in the hallway or did i read that wrong.

no, they definitely fucked in the hallway

“I do not have the intention to take a concubine in this life.” yeah i bet, shen zechuan would rip his dick off. also he’s a simp

HE CALLED HIM HIS HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD??????? PUBLICALLY?????

aw, zhou gui :((

‘He remembered everything about Xiao Chiye. The only thing he could not think of was a way in which Xiao Chiye was inferior to Xiao Jiming.’ that’s love babe

ohhhhh his reunion that’s written so well what the hell my heart is so warmed

i’ll never get over just how broke xiao chiye is. the love interest is never broke

help the random wolf meme at the end of the chapter???

i can’ttttt this rando bandit is trying to marry off his sister to the guy hunting him down?? author, that’s such a random detail? i love it?

li xiong???? bro???

bro is WRESTLING a horse??? what the fuck do they feed you on bandit mountain???? protein powder and fertilizer??

alshjdnf kong ling a new addition to the wingman squad? more likely than you think

i just found this one i missed on twitter: szc: *actively trying to kill him* xcy, twirling his hair: omg that’s so hot do it again

“There will be a day we get to see it filled up when we are seventy or eighty years old.” planning your future together T-T

‘He looked at Shen Zechuan, who spread his hands out slightly and gave him an innocent look.’ woah babe it wasn’t me this time i promise

why are they so sweet to each other i love them and i’ll keep saying it

well of course he’s not happy. he wants to go back to bed with his boyfriend

‘If Cizhou dared lay a hand on Shen Zechuan, Xiao Chiye was sure to hasten there within a day.’ xiao chiye advocates Violence for those who hurt shen zechuan

aw, he wants to make him a fan???? if he wanted to he would

“Shifu dreads greasy food, and Ce’an gets cranky easily. Get the chef to choose and make some light dishes. You’re currently nursing an injury, so do as the physician and shifu say and get the kitchen to make an individual portion for you.” it feels like he has a little family

god i’d love to write a little adventures of zhao zui temple ficlet with ji gang and qi huilian fighting over raising shen zechuan. i feel like that’d be adorable

xiao chiye trying to win over ji gang is SO FUCKING CUTE how does shen zechuan LIVE

‘And just like this, Shen Zechuan sat in Xiao Chiye’s embrace and continued to do his accounts.’ it’s like that one gamer couple trend

OH MY GOD HE SAID I LOVE YOUUFHILIUS

#qjj #qiang jin jiu #shen zechuan #shen lanzhou #xiao chiye #cezhou #qjj reading log

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perceremade · 2 years ago

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hi perce... showing u the beautifuls ^ i hope ur day is going okay.uhmm if u want could u tell me ur favorite mugi card and why🫂

(⌒‿⌒) hi my dear it's so nice to see you and the sweeties too, I knew you had the power to get jime! Hi to sora too. I love you sora. I really do love almost all his cards, so it's a bit hard..

Not my absolute favorite in the world but I love his pleiades night unbloomed, with the quote "It's the truth, that I have defects as a human" .. its my all time favorite or 2nd favorite unbloomed tsumu for sure, his expression is perfect. it makes me feel something. On a lighter note I got I his gondola card and the unbloomed.. well, he's wet. But the bloomed. It's so perfect! the colors are so lovely and his smile is so bright and his little bow and ponytail is to die for 😭🙏 perfect cute tsumugi!

white easter is a classic. It's his first 5 star card and it's perfect. You can feel his kind aura. His hair looks amazing in both and his face is so gentle and the hues are different in the bloomed and unbloomed they're both so yummy. the pinks and purples are perfect for perce. He had the privilege of not being there when es first came out which means he didn't get many ugly cards. Also he's literally bunny?

People often say !! era art style doesn't have that spark to them, which is true, however, they definitely did do good sometimes! I love his feature scout so much it's perfect! He looks so elegant and happy, and his outfit is so reminiscent of ex-fine in a way due to that elegance, and the ponytail returns 🥲 which i've noticed depending on the angle makes him look like he has short hair in mvs. the unbloomed is so precious too even if it.. is a bit.. um.. if he is trying to seduce men or women it wont work on me. Also, I love his tri-lights card! I liked that event, and the contrast between the bloomed and unbloomed is perfect to show that fundamentally he is just as cute as always but also growing more confident at the same time! The context and the scene the unbloomed cg is used in is so good too. He's trying to iceskate with Madara.. ah.. and the hand holding is cute.. also, his tummy is out. The artists did good with both of these I love them so much.

Of course I cant simply not mention his bibliophile card! He got 2 cute hairstyles on the same card? It's too precious! I like the angle used too but I wouldn't say it's my number 1. probably in top 5 though. I like Books and a Circle of People more than this one

his next door card I used to hate it the bloomed but it's grown on me but his unbloomed is to die for its one of my favorites of all time ever from both eras. it's so cute it physically weakens me

If I had to pick just one I just wouldn't these are all my favorites.. they're basically in order but i keep not being able to decide where id put his gondola card and pleiades night unbloomed in a ranking

#email #Thank you for this. If I got into 4 stars and 3 stars I'd be here all day. So I hope you don't mind that I kept it to 5 stars.#Sorry for late reply I started typing this the second I got it #espost

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horunicorn · 4 years ago

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Oya Oya

Hewwo :3 I have written much smut but this is my first time making it public. Sorry it came out so long. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

Warnings: choking, dominance

The fusuma slammed shut behind you, rattling the shōji across the room, after he'd pushed you rather roughly into his room at the Shinsengumi dorm. You were honestly surprised the kumiko didn't fall apart.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

You curled your lip up at him defiantly. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he warned, pacing to and fro in front of the door, clearly agitated. Then again, the man did have a short fuse. "Who gave you permission to hang with the Yorozuya bastard? Is that what you do behind my back?"

His accusation flipped your entire mood over. You were cheeky before; now you were pissed. What right did he have to point fingers at you? After all, he was the one who pushed you to do it. For three weeks, you had been patient while he worked. Of course, since he lived where he worked, it seemed like he was never free, always balancing his vice commander duties in and out of the headquarters. He did ask for your permission before going on cases, to make sure that you were okay with him doing overtime on certain days. And you always assured him that you would wait for him, no matter how busy some days could get. You always told him that it was okay to put his job first when he needed to. But that didn't mean he could take advantage of your understanding, did it?

The guy was smarter than most; he picked up on hints and cues effortlessly, especially if they were from you. So why had he been so oblivious to your subtle advances these past weeks?

"Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with?" you snapped back, temper flaring.

"You know very well who I am and what I can and cannot do," he answered, a little condescendingly.

"Yeah, well, you should also know that Gin-san gives me way more attention than you do," you uttered rashly. It was how you felt on the inside. After so many days of neglect by Hijikata, Gintoki's friendly affection towards you had you hooked in like fish to bait. Every smile and head smack he gave you fed your growing hunger for a man you couldn't get to and yet you still went on with it. You hung around Gintoki, longing for Hijikata, for something physical, just to take away the ache of missing the vice commander.

"What did you say?" Hijikata's tight voice betrayed the anger that was sparking inside him. The thought of you just being in Gintoki's presence was enough to provoke him. Confirmation that you let him touch you - nevermind if it was just playful shoves or shoulder bumping - flooded his vision with red. "You let him touch you?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous jealousy. "I'm not a slut. All Gin-san did was listen to me when I was alone. He kept me company."

True, you worked eight hours a day but the tiredness didn't mean that you didn't want to talk late into the night.

"Company, huh?" Hijikata crossed the room to stand in front of you so fast that you had to double check the spot he was previously at, just to be sure. He was a head taller than you. Now that he was all riled up, his presence was intimidating, especially since you had to look up to meet his eyes. "It just had to be him?"

You knew better. If you let him go on, you would have angry make up sex in seconds. This was a matter that needed talking through, not blind fucking. You pushed him away harshly, much to his surprise.

"We're not in a movie, Hijikata." Ah, using his family name when you were alone was never a good sign. "You can't just fuck me and be done with it."

A thought crossed your mind. Maybe it wasn't that he was busy. Maybe it was you who had done things wrongly. If you hadn't dropped all those stupid hints and just came straight forward with your needs, you needn't have had to feel the pain of ignorance from him. Your low self-esteem came racing back to you.

It was my fault. I didn't talk to him.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, turning away from him. Your sudden change in demeanor startled him but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Just like that, his anger melted away. He stepped towards you, pulling your reluctant form into his arms.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything," Hijikata sighed, one hand carefully cupping the back of your head. When his temper wasn't in the way, he saw things much clearer. "It was wrong of me to accuse you like that, especially since I know how much I've been neglecting you. I just didn't like the fact that of all the people to go to attention for, it was him." Hijikata said him with visible distaste. You relaxed against him, calmer now that he was no longer angry, that he had assured you it was not your fault.

"But I like him," you protested.

"Could you not like anyone else?"

"You hate everyone else, except the gorilla and he's infatuated with Otae-chan."

"Are you saying you'd go to Kondo-san if you could?" Hijikata teased, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

With that you ducked out of his embrace. "Please. I don't do stalkers." Hijikata was quick to catch you again though, this time from behind. He placed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear.

"If you hadn't gotten caught today," he began, "I would have shown my appreciation for your patience in a different way."

"You have something planned?" you asked excitedly, happy that he had been thinking of you too.

"I did," he confirmed in the past tense. "But I can't get Yorozuya's stupid smug face out of my mind."

You knew all too well why. You knew that hanging out with Gintoki came with a punishment if you were caught. Before you could respond, Hijikata had a hand locked around your neck, with pressure not enough to choke but just enough that made swallowing difficult.

"Sometimes I think you let yourself get caught on purpose," he went on in a low voice, free hand travelling down your left arm and tugging it behind your back. He had you in a hold you didn't have any intention of breaking out of. Indeed, just the feeling of his hand on your throat had you weak at the knees, ready to be ruined by him.

"T - Tōshi," you managed, voice strangled by the hand on your windpipe. "Hard to... breathe."

"But you like this, don't you?" He purred. "You want to be choked like the little slut you are."

Oh, there was no denying how much his words were turning you on. Getting choked with his hand was good. Getting choked on his cock was better and you were more than eager for it.

"Choke... me with... your...cock..." Earlier misgivings forgotten, you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was all you had wanted since using Gintoki as a filler. His attention.

"Mm, I don't think so, baby girl," he murmured, finally releasing you from his hold only to take your hand and drag you down onto his futon. "I want to give, not take. And I expect thanks."

Translation: I will fuck you senseless and you will be vocal about it.

"Dont you think you can punish me better if - " Your question was cut short by a gasping inhale. Hijikata had somehow managed to loosen the knots of the date-jime that held your nagajuban and kimono together amidst everything and was now shamelessly pushing his fingers between your damp labia, hand disappearing in the folds of the cloth. Immediately, your hips moved up, asking for more when he'd barely begun. He murmured an amused "oya oya" upon finding the absence of underwear on you.

"I think you've been wetter than this, haven't you?" Deviously, Hijikata poked two fingers into your hole without any warning. There hadn't been much foreplay but could you really complain when you were swallowing his fingers like the greedy whore you were? He pulled his fingers out along with your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles, like a taunt.

"You're going to tease me," you stated, breathless already.

"Just for now," he promised, the sensitive nub slipping between his pointer finger and middle finger. Your nerve endings fired, sending thick coils of pleasure up your body. Again, your hips moved up.

Hijikata chose that moment to take his hands off of you. He sat back on his heels, hands placed perfectly on his lap. Disheveled and disgruntled, you forced your pleasure-weak body into motion, sitting up with your kimono loose around you, one side sliding down to bare a shoulder.

This was no dream: your body had flaws everywhere. Beauty marks on your skin, scars from being clumsy, skin that wasn't silky smooth or creamy white. You felt very small when you walked past some women on the streets but Hijikata always made you feel perfect. He loved every one of your imperfections, which encouraged you at times like these.

"Frustrated?" he smirked and you wondered just what he was playing at. Unbothered, you knee-walked closer, until you were parked right in front of him. Your hands grasped at the lapels of his uniform jacket. The familiar musk of cigarette smoke wafted up your nostrils, further turning you on. His gaze was hot on you; you could feel it despite not looking at him. Deliberate in your movements, you pushed the jacket off then proceeded to unbutton his vest and undo the knot of the white scarf around his neck. You were busy working on his shirt when he caught your hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

The contact of the softness of his lips against your skin made your thoughts fuzzy. His stare lingered on you and your restraint broke. You crashed your lips into his, claiming your pleasure, trying to pacify your desire for him. He indulged you, using a hand to hold your head steady. You kissed and kissed until there was no more breath to breathe between the both of you.

Hijikata pulled back first, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. It was such an intimate move, hinting at the lust he had for you; that was all it took for you to go into full 'I need you now' mode. Impatient, you shoved him back and shimmied up his body, brazenly rocking your hips, smearing your arousal onto his white shirt. Obviously, he felt your dampness through the material and gripped your hips to stop you from moving. The sight of you grinding above him was too much for his already tortured mind. Everything had to go. Now.

Soon you were balancing above him, the tip of his hard cock pressing at your slick entrance. You braced your hands on his broad chest, breath controlled as you slowly sat down on him, the length of him sliding into you inch by inch until your ass touched his lap. The sensation of him in you never failed to make you moan. His girth, his length, everything was just enough to fill up your tight hole.

"My sweet girl," Hijikata murmured, eyes half lidded. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you feel around me." He held onto your hips. "Move for me."

At his demand, you lifted yourself off and back down again, whimpering at the discomfort. Yeah, he was definitely big. Without your weekly routine, your body needed time to get used to him again. It didn't take long, though. Hijikata's soft encouragement and touch had you thirsting for more in no time. You got used to the stretch, gaining momentum and confidence as you moved. No longer did it sting; there was nothing but pleasure with the way you had him sliding in and out of you. Every time you rose left his cock slicker than before, layer upon layer of your arousal coating him.

When your legs got tired, you resorted to bouncing, biting your lip when your ass slapped against his skin in the sexiest way. Hijikata was in awe beneath you. His blue eyes were dark, lips parted in heavy breaths. First his eyes fixed on the way he was entering you, on the way your sweet pussy just swallowed his cock. His rough hands roved up your stomach, fingers dancing over your jumping breasts. That was the second thing he stared at. The soft mounds of flesh on your chest that bounced along with you made his cock twitch. Then he looked at your face. At the way you bit your lip, the pleasure in your expression. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to dominate you.

The feeling swept over him. Having you on top was incredible, especially since he knew you could control the depth and angle of his entrance. But he needed to have you his way. He couldn't yet explain why.

You cried out in surprise when he sat up abruptly, forcing you to remain still on his lap. You pressed your chest to his, feeling him move along with you, in you. The movement brought on a whole new sensation that made you scratch his chest with a low moan.

"Can he do that?" Hijikata asked, voice thick with lust. And something else. He knew now why he needed dominance over you.

"Who - What?" You couldn't register his words and the meaning behind them at first, not until he flipped you both over in a practiced move and he rolled his hips into you, hitting every unclaimed spot within you. Your legs came around his hips.

"Can that silver haired idiot do this? Make you feel this good?" He pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into you with a jolt that pushed another moan from your mouth.

"N - No. Tōshi..."

Hijikata pulled at your hips, angling your lower body upwards and began thrusting into you, going deep and hard each time. He knew very well that at this angle, each slide of his cock was sure to brush your g-spot. And each time his pelvis met yours, the head of his throbbing cock would carass the tip of your cervix, making you buck your hips even further up.

Seeing you this way only fuelled his unneeded jealousy for a rival that was hardly a threat.

"I bet he can't," he agreed gruffly. "He doesn't know your body, does he? Doesn't know how my baby girl likes it. Tell me." Hijikata drove deep, pushing his own hips up. You choked on a moan, hands tight around his wrists. "Who's making you feel good?"

You were unable to answer, eyes in danger of closing, body on the brink of orgasm. As if fucking him wasn't hot enough. No, jealous Hijikata was even better. His need to hear your verbal confirmation of just how good he could drill you was heightening the entire experience.

Hijikata wrapped a big hand around your throat, forcing you to meet his steely gaze.

"Who?" he demanded.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek and you knew once you opened your mouth, you'd be begging. "Y - You, Tōshi. You're making me feel good. Fucking my pussy so good."

He smirked in satisfaction. There was no need to hold back now. With demonic speed, probably living up to his title, Hijikata slammed into you, hips snapping back and forth furiously. He hadn't even gotten to rub your clit yet and you came undone, pulsing around his cock, sinful moans falling from your mouth along with his name.

"One more time," he urged, tempted to stop and savour the way you were contracting around him. Snug in your warm wetness. He was close. Too close to stop. He spit on your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. This was too much after the first and his name left you in screams, your body spasming, legs jerking. The sight of you being ruined by him did it. A few more thrusts and he fell on top of you, hugging your trembling body close as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He bit your shoulder, hard, enjoying the feeling of his seed leaving him and filling you. The others might not be at the sleeping quarters but you doubted that your screams hadn't reached the main block.

Once you both felt calm enough to move, Hijikata carefully extracted himself from you, using his scarf to wipe off any semen that came leaking out of you. You laid your head on his clammy chest.

"I'd never cheat," you said blatantly.

Hijikata pushed a hand through your messy hair, staring up at the ceiling. "I know. I just... wish I could have been there for you. I know it's not fair, having to always put up with my work."

"You're here now." You turned your head to smile up at him and he returned it with one of his own rare ones. The kind that took your breath away and reminded you of how different he could be around you. "Won't the others be looking for you?"

"Let them," he sighed. "I've been long overdue for a day off anyway." There was a brief pause, as though he were thinking things over. "Can I take you out?"

Your heart skipped a beat, delighted that you both could finally spend quality time together. Not that mindless fucking wasn't fun but normal couple stuff had to come in somewhere.

You smoothed your hand over the skin on his chest, loving how only you were allowed to touch him this way. "Yeah, you can."

#gintama #gintama smut #hijikata toushirou #hijikata x reader #smut #dominance #fanfic #gintama hijikata #shinsengumi #toshi x reader #hijikata #lemon #oneshot #gintama oneshots

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asahipleaseloveme · 3 years ago

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Piggy-Back Ride

Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+, Minors do not interact, pregnancy, hospital visit, baby (term of endearment)

Author's Note: I have like 7 other things I should be writing instead, but the Iwaizumi brain rot is real. As always, feedback is always appreciated.

“Ugggggggghhhhh! Iwa, will you carry me? I feel so sick,” you leaned dramatically against Iwaizumi’s arm as you walked home.

“Well, I would imagine so. You ate, like, 6 more tacos than you normally do.”

“8 more” you corrected him.

He rolled his eyes. “Hop on,” he huffed as he bent down for you to climb on his back.

“Eeeee, thanks Hajime!” you squeezed him and nuzzled your face in the back of his neck.

“I’ve never seen someone demolish a large bowl of queso like that,” Iwaizumi teased.

“Hey, you can’t blame me. It was very delicious.”

“Is that why you were practically licking the bowl?”

“Don’t be jealous that you didn’t think of it first, Iwa. I was just hungry today. I didn’t eat a whole lot this week. I guess it just caught up to me.”

“I-I don’t think that’s how that works, ya goof.”

“I don’t know, Iwa-chan. Aren’t there studies where people eat more when they’re happy? I’m just happy that you’re back home. I missed you,” you smiled and pressed your cheek against his.

“I’m happy to be home, too. Can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you,” he smirked.

“Hajime!” you squeaked out, heat rushing to your face.

“Morning, baby,” Iwaizumi sat on the bed next to you.

“Mm, what time is it?” you asked groggily.

“It’s a little after 9. Remember we’re meeting Oikawa for brunch today since he’s in town.”

“Ha-jime, ‘m not feeling too great,” you tried to cuddle under the blankets a little more to stay warm.

“Hm,” he raised an eyebrow at you. His hand covered half of your face as he felt your forehead. “Mmm, you do feel a little warm. I can cancel with him-”

“No,” you cut him off, “you should still go. Oikawa already hates me, I don’t want to give him more of a reason.”

This caused Iwaizumi to laugh. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s never been used to having to compete for my attention.”

He sat there for a few minutes rubbing your head before leaning in to kiss your temple. He left the room and you started to doze off again.

“______,” his voice brought you back, “sit up and take some ibuprofen. Hopefully this helps with your fever.” He handed you the pills and a glass of water which you wearily accepted.

“Thank you, bub,” you leaned against his shoulder.

“You want me to bring you anything back?”

“Mimosa,” you said without missing a beat.

“I’m not bringing you back a mimosa, babe,” he chuckled.

“Hmm, then a parfait.”

“I think I can do that,” he said as he kissed your temple again.

“Love you, Hajime,” you whispered.

“I love you, ______.”

Hajime couldn’t bear to see you not feeling well. And after you woke up running to the toilet this morning, he decided that you needed to go see the doctor.

“I don’t want to go to the doctor, Iwa,” you complained in a strained voice. “I just caught a bug. I’ll get over it soon.”

“Nah, we’re not going to wait. Especially when I have to leave again in a few days. I want to make sure you’re on the up and up.”

You grumbled the whole time while getting dressed.

“You’re so cute when you’re grumpy,” he teased. “Come here, let me help you with your shoes.

Iwaizumi’s hand rested on your thigh the whole way to the doctor. You tried to pout and give him the cold shoulder for forcing you to go. You loathed going to the doctor and hospital. The doctors never seemed to take your concerns seriously and you weren’t too fond of being told your concerns were “nothing to worry about”. You had never told Hajime this, mostly because you had never been this sick as long as you’ve been with him. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you couldn’t; it’s hard to be mad when he’s only showing he loves you. So, you acknowledged his gesture and rested your hand on top of his.

In the lobby, his hand never left your thigh. Even when your leg started to bounce from anxiety, he gave you a light squeeze to know that everything was going to be okay.

“Iwa, will you go back with me, please?”

“Of course, baby,” he brought your head closer to his face and kissed your forehead.

“Iwaizumi ______?” the nurse called.

Iwaizumi stood up first and helped you to your feet. He let you walk in front of him, his hand on the small of your back, helping to guide you back to the room.

The nurse took note of your weight, height, temperature, and blood pressure before asking Iwaizumi to step out into the hall.

“We ask that you stay in the hall while we ask your wife a few questions.”

“Iwa,” panic in your voice.

“It’s alright, ______. I’ll be right out here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You nodded meekly as he walked into the hallway. The nurse asked a lot of the generic questions and the “what brings you in today” questions. One question, while not uncommon, still caught you off guard.

“And when was the start of your last menstrual cycle?”

You had to take a few seconds to recall when it was that you had actually started.

“Um, l-last month on the 3rd.”

“So, you haven’t had your period this month?”

“No, but I’ve never had a regular cycle. S-sometimes I go a couple of months without having one,” you explained.

“Mhmm. Okay, well, we’re going to go ahead and do a flu swab now. And then we’ll have you go pee in a cup. We’ll run a few quick tests and then the doctor will be in shortly.” She swabbed the back of your throat and then led you to the bathroom.

“Your husband can come back in with you after you're finished here.”

You did as best as you could and put the cup in the two-way window. Has it really been that long since I haven’t had my period, you thought to yourself as you headed back to the room.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asked.

You only gave a little nod as he helped you back up onto the patient’s table. He joined next to you and you wrapped your arm around his and rested your head on his shoulder. His hand found its place on your thigh again. You sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity when there was a light knock at the door.

“Knock, knock! ______? Hello! I’m Dr. Ishii. I apologize for making you wait, we’re busier than normal today. But I do have your test results. So, the good news is you don’t have the flu,” he paused as he flipped through his pages.

“Then, what’s causing her sickness?” Iwaizumi asked eagerly.

The doctor looked up from his papers and smiled at the both of you.

“Well, Mr. Iwaizumi, the cause would be that ______ is about six weeks pregnant.”

Iwaizumi squeezed your thigh as you squeezed his arm.

“‘m sorry…what?” Iwaizumi questioned the doctor again.

The doctor was very resigned and reworded what he had just said. “You two are going to have a baby. I can recommend an excellent OB/GYN and I would suggest setting up an appointment as soon as possible. They will be able to run some more tests and have a little more information than what I have.”

Iwaizumi stared at the ceiling while you stared at the floor, both of you at a loss for words at the moment.

“I’ll go ahead and leave the name of the OB/GYN on this card and you call whenever to make your appointment. But again, I would do so as soon as possible. Is there anything else you need from me?”

You shook your head.

“Alright then. If your symptoms persist or continue to worsen, please come back to see us and we’ll see what we can do to help. But for now, the best advice I can offer you is to take it easy for a few days. I filled a prescription for you for the morning sickness. It was very nice to meet the both of you! Congratulations!” he exclaimed before he walked out of the room.

The silence in the room was near deafening.

“Hajime, I-I’m so sorry. I knew you wanted to wait a little longer. I guess I wasn’t careful enough. I-” Iwazumi cut you off as he pulled you into his chest.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize. You have nothing to be sorry about. I..You..We..we’re gonna be parents. ‘m gonna be a dad!” tears began falling from his eyes. You clutched his shirt a little tighter and began to cry, too. He pulled you away to take a good look at you.

“Baby, I’m so happy for us. Don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he said as he wiped the tears away from your face.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ll call that doctor and see if we can get an appointment before I go out of town again.”

“Iwa, will you carry me? Before I become too big for you to,” you sniffled.

“______,” he kissed your face repeatedly, “you will never be too big for me to carry. Hop on.” He leaned in front of you and let you get on his back.

You were getting weird stares from staff and patients alike as you walked out of the doctor’s office, but neither of you cared. Absolutely nothing could spoil this moment for you and you were grateful. Nobody else gave piggy-back rides quite like Iwaizumi.

#iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader

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seabluetranslations · 3 years ago

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Snow~! Saito Madoka

Ocha no- Madopi!

This is OCHA NORMA’s Saito Madoka!

Everyone!

Thank you so much for your likes and comments 🙏🏻💎

I read all the comments on yesterday’s blog as well!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️✨✨

I warmly recommend the donuts~~! 🍩

I want to eat them again, should I go and buy some? 🤔

🍵

I didn’t have any plans today, so I stayed at home the whole day!

I was happy to be able to sit around the dinner table with the 6 of us in the family for the first time in a while and talk about various things.

It’s been mentioned on my blog a few times!

I have three older brothers!

I am the youngest of four siblings.

(There might be people who don’t know this, so I repeated it!)

I think we’re quite close!! (probably)

We don’t get together very often, but when we do we hang out a lot!! ✌🏻✌🏻

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Today!

It snowed~~~!!! ❄️❄️❄️

I had made up my mind not to go outside, because it was too cold...

But when it started to pile up, I couldn’t help but go outside. lol

And 、、、、、、、、

I jumped high~~~~~~~~~~~!! ⛄️❄️

But it was too cold, so the time I spent outside was 、、、、

Only 8 minutes.

lol lol lol lol lol lol

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🍵 Announcements！🍵

It started on January 2, at “Hello! Project 2022 Winter 〜LOVE & PEACE〜” we are performing!

I’m performing as part of Team LOVE!

We are also performing at Team PEACE concerts, so I would be happy if you could come and see us 🦕𓂃 𓈒𓏸

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For ”Ramen Daisuki Koizumi-san Second Generation! 2022 New Year SP”!

OCHA NORMA singing

🍜 “Ramen Daisuki Koizumi-san no Uta” 🍜

has been chosen as the theme song!

It will be airing on 2022/01/08 from 14:45 on Fuji TV!

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For the drama “Mayonaka ni Hello”!

OCHA NORMA’s song

🏃🏻‍♀️"Koi no Crouching Start”🏃🏻

has been chosen as the opening song!

It will start airing on TV Tokyo on 2022/01/13 from 00:30!

🍵

We are going to perform on Love Music’s New Year promotion event~! 👏🏻

It will be airing on Fuji TV on 2022/01/09 from 25:10!

🍵

Kubota Nanami-chan・Nakayama Natsume-chan

Nishizaki Miku-chan・Kitahara Momo-chan

and Saito Madoka (myself), the 5 of us were interviewed by Gekkan ENTAME!

"Gekkan ENTAME March・April issue” will be out on 01/28!

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“💎MadoP no Oshigoto!💎”

I was home today so I sorted all the goods I have~!

By the way... I’m still not finished! lol

Everyone, what kind of goods do you like?????

As for me...

Ta-da!

I love acrylic stands! 🤍🤍

My own FSKs and my oshis’ acrylic stands are side by side 👊🏻

Madopi’s top 3 favorite goods are:

🏅Can badges

🏅Acrylic stands

🏅Plush toys (including buns)

That’s how it is 🥺

There are a lot of other acrylic stands that I wanted to include in the picture, but...

From my family,

“That’s a bit too much, you might want to keep it small okay? 😎 ”

It’s because I received such advice, but I’ll post a picture of myself surrounded with acrylic stands someday!!

I’ll include the ones I couldn’t too! 😂

Oh~ I really love acrylic stands!

I was so excited when I got my own mini-FSK when I was a Kenshuusei, that I lined it up with my oshis the moment I got home!

I hope that you will also line them up with Madopi someday 😂

💎 MadoP’s musings🤭 💎

Ensemble Stars SS event story,

Iba-nyan... Jime-nyan...

I got emotional...

(Obviously the ghost of Bogie Time)

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Since we’re here!

I took a selfie lying in the snow~

I got so much snow on my face and I could not get a good shot because I was laughing so hard!! lol

It’s an exquisite face 🤣🤣

Thank you so much for reading all the way until the end ♡

See you! Today too nobinobi(carefree) Madopi! 👋🏻

Source: https://ameblo.jp/ocha-norma/entry-12719855039.html

#saito madoka #ocha norma #madopi #saito madoka translations #hello project #sea blue #斉藤円香 #まどぴ #オチャノーマ #ハロプロ

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jeontaeh · 4 years ago

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〚TWENTY ONE〛

https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647264019211780096/twenty-twoJungkook knocked on Taehyung's door with nervousness in his body. Perhaps a tinge of excitement, but mainly a creeping anxiousness. He tried being optimistic;

It was Taehyung. Why should he be nervous? If anything, he should be happy to see him. They'd achieved such closeness in the past few weeks. They were reaching closer to December, November on its end, and things were jolly. Fitting.

The door opened, and Jungkook felt his eyes lighten at the sight of Taehyung. Grey hair falling on his eyes, no bandana, a black sweater, and sweatpants. So comfortable. Taehyung made Jungkook feel comfortable.

"There you are," Taehyung whispered, grabbing Jungkook and pulling him into the room, closing the door rather quickly. Taehyung pressed their lips together, and Jungkook hummed and kissed him back, gripping Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung pulled away, and then looked at Jungkook closely, brushing his thumb on Jungkook's bottom lip.

"Where'd you go?" Taehyung asked softly, and Jungkook looked up at him, their small height difference seeming ever so prominent at times like this.

"I-I was with Jimin. Don't worry, Taehyungie- I-I was only gone for a day!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung reached forward, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I know but... I missed you." Taehyung mumbled, pressing his lips against the nape of Jungkook's neck. "I like- like having you around."

"Y-you do?" Jungkook squeaked, getting that fluttering feeling in his heart he only gets when Taehyung's around. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook softly and pressed him against the wall next to his desk.

"Duh," Taehyung said, and then smiled, kissing Jungkook's lips quickly, and pulling away. "So, what're you up for today? Wanna get a little kinky? Want me to- to bend you over the desk and spank your ass until-"

"No! God, Tae, you keep mentioning the spanking thing, I'm gonna have to spank you-" Jungkook started, and then got turned around and pressed against the desk. Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his neck.

"I hate you," Taehyung said while smiling, and Jungkook giggled, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"Hmm... Tae, I needed to talk to you about something," Jungkook said, and Taehyung hummed.

"Yeah, yeah- later. Lemme fuck you right now," Taehyung said, and Jungkook groaned.

"No Tae, it's important to me!" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung squeezed his butt. "Alright baby, tell me."

Jungkook felt Taehyung kissing his neck. "I talked to Jimin. We're friends again, and- and I kinda came out to him." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled.

"Aw, Kooks, that's great," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook smiled, feeling warm lips tickle down his neck.

"Yeah- um- I... a-actually, I wanted to- to tell you something. How- how I've been feeling for- t-the past few weeks... with the two of us h-hanging out so- s-so much and stuff," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung hummed, continuing to suck on the spot.

"A-and- um- well, basically... Jimin found- found out about the two of us, a-and then he told me, actually, he told me he thought you and I were-" Jungkook started, but then felt Taehyung stop kissing him.

"Jimin what?" Taehyung let out faintly, and Jungkook turned his head.

"Oh- Jimin kind of found out about the two of us. It's actually kinda funny, he-" Jungkook started, and then felt himself get turned around rather roughly and pushed against the wall. Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed, eyes turning a shade darker.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook felt himself falter, frown reaching his face. "You fucking told him??"

"No-" Jungkook started, confused as to why Taehyung was acting like this. "Babe, relax- I-I didn't tell him, I just-"

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's waist tightly. "How the fuck did he find out?" Taehyung gritted his teeth, and Jungkook felt the anxiousness of telling Taehyung turn into pure chest wracking nervousness.

"H-he was in- in t-the that day- in- in the mall- a-and-" Jungkook stammered weakly, and Taehyung's grip tightened around Jungkook's waist, pinching Jungkook. "T-Tae it- it hurts-"

"Of course- of fucking course, he heard us in there, god! If you weren't so fucking needy for once he wouldn't have known shit!" Taehyung shouted, and Jungkook let out a pained whimper, trying to pry Taehyung's hands off him.

"Tae- y-you're hurting m-me-" Jungkook cried out, and Taehyung moved his hands, stepping back from him in frustration.

"I-I'm sorry! I just- he- he walked in- h-how was I s-supposed to know?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung's eyes flared with red, looking away. "Why- w-why're you so angry? Just- c-calm down-"

"Did you tell him we were together? Did you tell him I was your- your boyfriend or some shit like you did to that fucking waitress?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook shook his head quickly, eyes growing big.

"N-no, of- of course not-"

"Did you deny it?"

"N-no- I-I- yes, I-I mean-"

"What the fuck did you tell him, Jungkook?" Taehyung snarked with his voice rough, and Jungkook could feel his unsteadiness reach his hands, which turned shaky.

"I-I just- I t-told him we- we w-were fuckbuddies- a-and- he s-said he found out b-because Y-Youngjae h-heard us in the showers that- that one time-" Jungkook let out, and then saw Taehyung grow angrier. Jungkook ducked his head and then saw Taehyung turn around, clenching his fists tightly.

"Youngjae knows?" Taehyung growled lowly, and Jungkook felt that in the pit of his stomach.

"I-I didn't tell him anything, I swear- he- he hasn't told anyone- I-I think-"

"You think?" Taehyung started, turning around to look at him. "You're so fucking dumb, Jeon- why the fuck didn't you go to him and deny it?" Taehyung shouted. "He could tell Mark- or-or Jackson- or- fucking hell," Taehyung grumbled, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Tae," Jungkook let out, confused. "Don't- don't get mad, this is something we can fix. It's not that serious, calm-"

"Of course it's not that fucking serious to you, Jeon. You're gay," Taehyung snapped, looking at him. "I'm not. I'm straight. I did one stupid fucking thing that I'm gonna regret for-fucking-ever," Taehyung said, sitting down onto his bed, clutching the bedsheet tightly.

Jungkook felt like he was getting punched in the gut. Stupid? Regret? Jungkook could feel his stomach churning, heart physically aching. "T-Tae- I-I-"

"Stop calling me that." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook nodded quickly, a lump stuck in his throat.

"I-I'll talk to Jimin a-and Youngjae- I'll-I'll tell them t-to not-"

"God just shut the fuck up!" Taehyung said lowly, and Jungkook froze. "Just, leave me alone," Taehyung said, looking away still, tensed.

"Okay- I-I'll go," Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door. He looked at Taehyung wearily, but then opened the door and walked out.

Taehyung would come around, he thought inwardly. They always fight and make up, they do. Jungkook closed the door behind him and began walking towards his dorm. It'll be fine.

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"He said WHAT?!"

"He told Youngjae-" Jimin started, looking frustrated. "-That he'd break every bone in his body if Youngjae even thought of speaking up about this thing. And as if that wasn't clear enough, Taehyung punched him in the face."

Jungkook frowned. "Oh, god- why's he so annoying? Youngjae- h-he's so sweet," Jungkook mumbled, rubbing his face in frustration.

"Someone needs to control that boyfriend of yours, Jungkook. He'd been an angel for the past few weeks, I prefer to keep it that way. I'm scared he's gonna say something to me, so I'm just... not making eye contact." Jimin said.

"Do that. I'm gonna go talk to him." Jungkook said, getting up from the bed in their dorm room and heading towards the door.

"Don't-" Jiming started, and Jungkook looked at him confusion. "What if he hurts you?"

"Taehyung wouldn't punch me, Jimin. Relax. Have some faith, the dude put his penis in me." Jungkook scoffed, and then headed for the door and walked out.

Jimin blinked blankly for a few seconds and then grinned to himself. "I knew he was the bottom,"

Jungkook walked towards the school cafeteria. When he walked in, he saw Taehyung throwing a plate into the dustbin (even though they're not disposable). Jungkook sighed. "V," Jungkook said sharply, and Taehyung merely heard him and walked past, walking out of the cafeteria and into the hallways.

"V, you need to talk to me," Jungkook said as they walked down the hallway. "You can't just go around threatening people like that! Youngjae didn't do anything wrong, the poor guy just overheard! Goddammit Taehyung, would you stop being such a-"

"Keep my fucking name out of your mouth, Jeon," Taehyung growled, and Jungkook stopped in his steps. He gulped, feeling his heart falter as it did.

"O-okay. I'm sorry. But- can we just... talk it out? Youngjae isn't gonna tell anyone, and Jimin isn't going to either." Jungkook started, walking closer to Taehyung. "They understand it's a private matter, plus it's not like-"

Taehyung pushed Jungkook back, making him get shoved against the wall. "Did you tell him I was straight, Jeon? Did you?"

Jungkook cowered his head. "I-I- d-did, I-"

"No you didn't! Because you didn't understand a single thing I've told you this past month. I'm straight. I don't like boys. You were a stupid mistake I made, nothing else," Taehyung said lowly, and Jungkook felt a stab to the heart. Mistake?

Before Jungkook could speak, Taehyung did. "What the fuck did you not get by me telling you to leave me alone yesterday?" Taehyung rasped, and Jungkook looked down. "Just fuck off. Fuck off, you got it?"

"S-sorry-"

"Shut up." Taehyung snapped loudly, and Jungkook flinched at his tone, and then nodded hurriedly. Taehyung turned around and walked away, clearly seething with anger.

Jungkook clenched his fists, feeling himself grow weaker at his words. He couldn't fight back, god, he just couldn't. He liked Taehyung too much to say anything back to him. Knowing how Taehyung really was. it changed Jungkook's perception of him altogether. He isn't like... this. Taehyung's nice. He's sweet.

He just needs some time.

///

"You're gonna WHAT?!"

"I'm gonna go talk to him," Jungkook said.

"It's been like a day, Jungkook. I wouldn't do that if I were you. I know you know him better and stuff... but I don't want you getting hurt." Jimin said.

"He won't hurt me, Jimin. Stop saying that! He's nice, he just.. gets defensive over the gay thing." Jungkook said, and Jimin sighed.

"That's not the kind of hurt I mean," Jimin mumbled, but Jungkook didn't hear him. "Fine, do what you want. I'm gonna hang out with Jin and Namjoon so we can prep for the next math test."

"You do that." Jungkook chuckled and then headed towards the door.

Jungkook walked to Taehyung's dorm. Jungkook just needed to sit him down and calm him. Taehyung lost his temper often, it was common. Jungkook can make him relax, he can make him better. Taehyung's mad over the gay thing- but- but Jungkook can assure him that everything's fine. It's been a day since they last talked, so Taehyung should've simmered down by now.

Jungkook knows he's being an asshole right now, but there's a cute boy who Jungkook fell for in there somewhere.

Jungkook reached Taehyung's door and heard some voices coming from inside. Jungkook knocked on the door once, and then twice, and then three times. Jungkook looked down, tapping his foot against the door.

He waited for a few seconds. One... Two... Three... Four...

Jungkook knocked again. This time, he fumbled with his fingers, not knowing what to expect, what to see-

The door opened, and Jungkook looked up and saw Taehyung. Jungkook's breath hitched.

Taehyung was shirtless, leave for loose sweatpants and a messy headband. Fuck, Jungkook could feel his heart skip a beat at that. He loved how Taehyung looked. Everything about him, just-

"H-hi." Jungkook let out. "Listen, can- c-can we just... talk? I know you're mad right now, a-and you have the right to be! Just- hear me out? Please?" Jungkook said softly, and Taehyung looked at him, expressionless.

"This isn't a good time, Jeon," Taehyung said sharply.

"You- you always do this, V. You push me away. I want to make an effort for this- this relationship, don't you?" Jungkook asked with a tilt of the head, and then Taehyung expressionless eyes looked faintly.

"Relationship?" Taehyung let out in confusion, and then Jungkook heard;

"Babe, is someone there?"

Jungkook froze, and Taehyung's hand tightened around the door handle. Taehyung moved a bit, and Jungkook could see behind him.

Could see a girl sitting on his bed, wearing Taehyung's jersey and nothing else, with long black hair falling onto his shoulders, clothes sprawled everywhere.

Jungkook felt his heart get crushed into a million pieces. It was Eka.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung with big eyes, and Taehyung looked away.

"O-oh," Jungkook let out, and then felt this crawling feeling up his spine, infiltrating his senses, a wringing pain around his gut.

"G-guess that means we're over." Jungkook let the words out, coming out faintly, barely coherent.

"Yeah," Taehyung replied, and Jungkook looked up, and that's when he saw them. His eyes. Disinterested, emotionless, cut off. That's when Jungkook realized. Had they ever been touched by emotion? Or was Jungkook just another toy for him to fuck and forget?

"Sorry," Jungkook whispered out. "H-Hope you have fun," Jungkook said, letting out a forced small smile.

Taehyung didn't even look at him, just slammed the door in Jungkook's face, and Jungkook felt those million pieces of his crushed heart get crumbed, like dust.

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putschki1969 · 5 years ago

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Wakana SPICE Interview TRANSLATION

Source: https://spice.eplus.jp/articles/261442

Notes: Finally, here’s my translation of Wakana’s SPICE interview. This took forever. *sobs* But it was worth it. It’s a really nice and candid interview, I adore it. Wakana is so precious talking about love and I really like how she is so honest about her struggles when it comes to meeting the expectations of fans. Takeshi Kato is a great interviewer and it’s obvious that both Wakana as well as Hikaru feel very comfortable wiith him. Please keep in mind that my Japanese is by no means perfect, neither is my English. I still tried my best though. Credit me if you use this translation or parts of it elsewhere!!

Wakana talks about Love ~ Enclosed in her first EP is「her real self which she wants to convey」

Wakana has released her first EP 「Aki no Sakura EP」 on November 20. This work is all about showcasing her clear singing voice which has been dubbed “Botanical Voice” as well as depicting a more familiar and real sense of femininity. Wakana is in the midst of preparing for her 『Wakana Winter Special Live 2019 ～Matataki～』which will take place in Osaka and Tokyo starting from December 8. She has taken the time to sit down with me and talk about “LOVE” and all the secret stories behind this release.

―― Today I would like to hear everything you have got to say about your release「Aki no Sakura EP」. Does it feel like you have been very busy with work lately?

Yes! All I have been doing is make music, in fact, I am working on something new as we speak. I would like to go into more detail ... but all I can say is that it’s amazing *laughs*. So yeah, I will be busy working until the end of the year..

―― Your title song is promoted as “Autumn Sakura Song” where one is thinking about a love that started in the cherry blossom season while strolling around in autumn surrounded by fallen leaves. I think this is a very rare approach. How did you come up with this motif?

When I first got to choose this song I thought that the recurring melody of the 「咲いて咲いて咲い | saite saite saite | blooming blooming blooming」 part was very catchy, it’s something that stays with you, something you won’t easily forget. This song already came with lyrics and I didn’t change anything about this particular section - 「秋の桜がもう咲いて咲いて咲いて | aki no sakura ga mou saite saite saite | the Autumn cherry blossoms are already blooming」. The title was also “Aki no Sakura” from the get-go but the world-view presented in the song was quite different in the beginning so I put some finishing touches to the lyrics in order to create a more real atmosphere that would suit me better.

―― I see, you added bits of your own world-view to it?.

Yes, I was actually talking about this yesterday but the song description “thinking about a love that started in the cherry blossom season while strolling around in autumn surrounded by fallen leaves” kinda suggests that it was a short love that only lasted a few months, doesn’t it? But I will tell you something, that’s not really the case *laughs*.

――It really does sound like that though *laughs*..

If you read the lyrics carefully, there is a section that says, 「落ち葉を鳴らして笑いあったね | ochiba wo narashite warai atta ne | Among the rustling of the fallen leaves we shared laughter」which implies that those two lovers spent at least one autumn together already, so they have been together for more than a year!

―― They started dating in Spring but their love didn’t end in Autumn.

Yes Yes Yes! Just yesterday I was recording a comment all by myself and I caught myself saying, “it’s about a love that started in Spring and ended in Autumn”. I immediately backpedaled and scolded myself because that’s absolutely not what the song is about. I really had to think hard about how to put it into words *laughs*.

――People tend to interpret it as a brief summer love, I guess.

When you listen to Aki no Sakura, I think there are many people who immediately think of a contained space where just Autumn Cherry Blossom exist. But I want people to listen closely to the lyrics of the song to get to the truth. I personally believe that the lyrical main character of the song has held their loved one dear to their heart for a very long time. When you see dead leaves flying in the Autumn wind people might be reminded of the cherry blossom season, you are just looking at the scenery and all of a sudden that certain Spring comes to mind and everything else that’s buried within your heart. I think this song is not so much about remembering a specific time or moment, it’s more about a very memorable person and all the associations you have with them.

―― I personally didn’t see it as a summer fling, I thought it was about a moment or situation that reminds you of a love from a long time ago.

There is definitely a sense of suddenly being overcome with memories, I think many people will see it like that as well.

―― Memories... they do have a habit of hitting us all of a sudden. And to our surrounding it all seems so insignificant. That comes across well in the chorus. In that sense, I think it is quite the sad song. For me it was very refreshing to hear you sing a song like that - a song about someone who is so clearly recalling a past love.

It certainly was refreshing. As we established earlier, the memories of our main character are being triggered by autumn leaves and cherry blossoms but really, it can be anything that triggers your memories, in my case I associate most things with certain odors and scents. And of course music! Listening to a song that I used to listen to a lot back in the days will bring back all sorts of memories for me. Truly, all these triggers appear in real life.

―― Naturally music is a big trigger for you.

Yes, it’s music. When I listen to “Top of the World” by The Carpenters for example, I am immediately thrown back to my junior high school days. It used to be broadcast on campus in the morning time. On my way to school it would gradually get louder until I reached the school gates where the teachers would stand to greet us. Listening to it reminds me of my mornings in junior high school.

―― Now what about the other songs on the EP, "Koi wa Itsumo" and "Orange"? “Orange” was written by you, right? Earlier we talked about your worries regarding the impressions and world-views of the title song, how about the other songs? It seems like each song has a very different impression? There is lots of variety.

That also applies to the first song “eve”, I really wanted to have lots of different atmospheres in this EP, different from anything I had ever done before. “Koi wa Itsumo” is probably where I outdid myself *laughs*. I want you to not believe your ears when you hear it. I personally think the lyrics are very clear-cut. There is a sense of cuteness and embarrassment, I thought a lot about how to sing those lyrics. Eventually I settled on trying to sing them in a happy manner. I wanted to create a pure and honest atmosphere so I tried to convey a thrilling sense of excitement with my voice.

――You are singing words you have never sung before such as 「独り占めしたいんです | hitori jime shitaindesu | I would like to have you all to myself」or 「困らせたい | komara setai | I want to bother you」.

That’s right. But this is actually all me. I am that sort of person. It's embarrassing to admit but I wanted to have these parts included in the song. One by one I want to tackle things that people don’t expect of me, I would like to break away from images like, “oh, that doesn’t feel like Wakana” or “this doesn’t sound like Wakana”. First and foremost I wanted to increase the number of songs that could be enjoyed by everyone so this is why I dared to take it a step further and hit the gas pedal hard.

―― Now please tell us about “Orange”.

"Orange" already came with lyrics. But it was quite difficult to make it into something of my own based on the images that were being conveyed... I have a few friends around the same age as me who I meet regularly about once a month. Recently, we often end up talking about all the hardships, worries and rewarding aspects of work.

―― Yes, in your age group responsibilities certainly increase.

I personally often felt like I couldn’t really relate to many of the thoughts, troubles and feelings everyone else experienced. All of them are very self-assured, everything about them feels real. I wanted to try and put that into words because I respect that and find it very interesting.

―― Well, I guess since you are an artist your work and life-style are quite different from that of others with normal 9-to-5 jobs.

Actually, all of them are working in the industry, they are video creators, photographers, directors and such...One thing they all have in common though, they had something they wanted to do when they were young but for whatever reason it never happened, their dream never became reality. I listened to all their stories and this sense of regret is shared by everyone. And yet, they all power through, they are still living their lives, working hard, doing their best. That is why I wanted to write lyrics dedicated to the people like that - who work so very hard every day even though they are not living their dreams. But I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, I guess it’s just meant as encouragement or something.

―― By which you mean what exactly?.

Well, at the end of every day you are still the same you and nothing else, no matter how often you go to sleep and wake up again, yesterday’s mistakes and failures will not go away, today’s amount of work won’t change even if you sleep for an entire day, looking at yourself in the mirror, don’t you always see someone who is tired of getting up every morning? It’s all these things I wanted to convey in my song but without making it too sad.

―― I see.

That’s why the “anata/you” that appears in the final part of “Orange” is supposed to be oneself. You are reborn every day when you go to bed and wake up again. There were times when all you did was being motionless among the waves and scream. If possible you want to return to that moment to embrace yourself in order to provide comfort. But now all of that is in the past, it’s overcome, there is joy to be found at work, I see it when I watch my friends, they all seem to love their job.「あなたの笑顔に会いたい | anata no eigao ni aitai | I want to meet your smile」is about getting up in the morning and seeing your smiling face in the mirror. It's a song that’s meant to make you smile, it shouldn’t make you sad.

―― Now your fifth song “Yuuyake”, you recorded it all in one go, right?

I went into the recording booth together with Ikekubo-san, the guitarist. we did a few takes and eventually decided we would make it slower than it was originally intended. I discussed this with Minnie P., the composer of the song, I told her I wanted to do it a little more slowly. I felt like my voice came out best at a slower tempo, Ikekubo-san and I gave it a few tries before we finally figured out the perfect tempo, it was a lot of fun.

―― I have noticed this before, especially in your live performances, there is a strong sense of realness, everything seems very natural and raw. I thought it was very interesting to see this sort of approach from you.

Well, there is an already existing world-view when it comes to Kalafina, I treasure that a lot, it is very important to me, I do not plan to ever destroy it but right now I am trying to discover new things for myself, I am pursuing the potential of my voice and I think that’s very important.

―― Based on what you just said I think people will want to listen to your songs. But the main theme for two of your songs, “Koi wa Itsumo” and “Aki no Sakura”, is undoubtedly love, right?

Yes, that’s right.

―― I think compared to your Kalafina days the number of life-sized casual songs has increased immensely ever since you became a solo-artist. What exactly does “love” mean to you? I would like to talk about that a little bit.

Well, I think love is “selfishness”. When you fall in love, one is usually hiding in the shadows, thinking “oh, he is so cool and good-looking!” “I wish he would notice me!” or “Oh, I want us to hold hands!!” *laughs*. Or when you are going to a live of your favourite artist, hoping, “please look at me, please smile at me!” All of that is selfishness...you have a lot of demands when you love someone.

――Yes, there is certainly some truth in that. Please smile at me!!! *laughs*

However, love is also about understanding each other and finding a compromise. Compromise is about indulging someone to please them even though you feel like doing something entirely different.

―― You mentioned that this time the lyrics very much represent your own thoughts and parts of yourself? So what about Wakana's love life? I am not asking about who you are going out with but I would like to know about your philosophy of love.

I wonder if I can even talk about it, I have never done it before. It's very embarrassing *laughs*.

―― Now is a good time to start! *laughs*

Well, I guess I can manage to talk about love to the same extent that I have written about it in my lyrics *laughs*. What I told you before is my personal opinion. Perhaps there are people who only think about love and affection when they fall in love. But in my case, when I fall for someone, I feel a strong sense of greed, I want the person I like to notice me, to turn around and look at me, to pay attention to me.

―― That’s quite understandable.

But even if our feelings turn to true love, even if we love each other very much, there will still be greed within me. I think love should be regarded and treated the same way as a relationship with your good friend. But as a lover I can’t help it, I am apt to become selfish. For example, I end up telling my lover things I would never say to a friend. There are certain things I would never say to my friends because I don’t want my friends to dislike me. I guess when it comes to love, I just stop faking it. Typically I read the air and act accordingly but with my partner I don’t read the air at all.

―― Can you give me an example? The things your friends might not tolerate ...?

Sorry. Well...Imagine your friends want to go and eat Yakitori today, I would never say "meh..I don’t wanna eat Yakitori today”.... Instead I would say, “YAY, let’s go and eat Yakitori!” *laughs*. Maybe I would give it a try and silently suggest, “anyone feel like Yakiniku instead?"

―― So you fight back a little.

I fight back a tiny bit. But it still ends up with “let’s go have Yakitori!!” *laughs*

―― And how is it with your partner?.

"No, don’t you want Yakiniku? We will go have Yakiniku!" *laughs* I will just send the restaurant information and be done with it. I kinda like to get into little competitive fights about stuff like that. “This place is better” “No, the other place has way better chicken!”

―― What kind of man do you find appealing?

I sometimes think about this question but it’s very difficult for me to find an answer. I have favourite actors of course but I only know their TV persona. When it comes to my favourite artists it’s pretty much the same, all I am aware of is their singing voice and stage presence.... But I want to get to know all the personal aspects of that person's life, I want to meet the real human being behind the facade, I want to explore all of that. I wonder if by doing that you gradually fall in love. Well, anyways, I'd like someone in whose presence I can just be myself. Of course I would tolerate and accept everything about him. But in turn I want him to accept everything about me, all my faults and everything ...Ahh, I'm terribly selfish, let’s stop here *laughs*.

―― You want to show your true self to the person you love.

I agree. When I was younger I spent a lot of time putting on a facade but these days I just wanna be myself, if I have a shitty day I wanna be able to say that I have a shitty day, I don’t want to have to pretend that I am doing fine.

―― Somehow I feel like there is so much realness and humanity in this interview and your new songs.

I'm glad to hear that!

―― I am also curious about your singing style. As a member of Kalafina you were in charge of the soprano parts but now as a solo artist you are pretty much singing all parts, right? I feel like the quality of your voice has changed a bit. Is it because you are trying to find a singing style that’s suitable for you as a solo singer?

Yes, that's right.

―― I always wondered whether you did it on purpose by training or whether it happened naturally.

My previously released album 『Wakana』 was my first proper release as a solo artist, I decided to use the title “Wakana” because for me that album was sort of like my business card, a proper representation of myself so to speak. But truth is, I wanna go through various changes in the future. This year, I got so many opportunities to express myself in various songs and I held lots of live performances.

―― I feel like you have put a lot of thought into being more expressive at your live performances..

Yeah, when I go back and watch all of my live recordings I think it’s crazy how much my singing has changed. I have opened this door of change intentionally, those changes will always correlate with whatever music I am currently creating. I want everyone to look forward to further changes.

―― So there is really a lot of purpose and intention behind your actions.

Yes, I just wanted to convey something more real, I wanted to show everyone the real me. I think what my audience is looking for is probably some sort of insight, a deeper understanding of who I am. I think it would be very rude if I didn’t meet those expectations. Speaking of changes, in my song “Orange” I used a lot of heavy breaths while singing it, initially I was very reluctant to sing it that way but I thought I would give it a try.

―― Why exactly were you reluctant?

Because I was never really required to sing like that. However, once I had realised that I could probably do it, my desire to give it a try became stronger.

―― Right now Takebe-san is your live producer but I feel like you would like to try and produce your lives yourself eventually, do you have the wish to do these things?

I do!

―― I think you are currently working on creating more freedom for yourself so you can do the things you want.

That's right. I want to create a wider scope of action for me. But I think one has to be careful when doing such a thing, after all, I do not want to betray my fans. It was never my intention to disappoint all the people who have certain expectations of me so I tried my best to respond to their wishes. But I am still uncertain how to best meet those expectations and at the same time I don’t want to neglect the things I personally want to do...it’s very difficult and I am constantly thinking about how to do things, how to find a balance. I feel like it will always be like that....

―― I guess that’s something all artists struggle with?

Yes, I think that many popular artists deal with these sorts of anxieties. If a fan listens to a good song of an artist they will immediately have a certain expectation and look forward to the next song. Since I am a singer myself I sometimes struggle listening to the music of other artists because there is a sense of envy. Of course there are also people who may not be able to listen to a new song by their favourite artist right away. The shock would be too great. It will just be "WOW, that's amazing!!!"

―― That you are thinking this way is proof that you are an artist.

I guess. Right now I am a huge fan of Official HIGE DANdism! When I realised I was hooked, I listened to all of their albums. I am currently in a state where I would be totally shocked and blown away if a new song came out. I would be all over it, “aaaahhh, it’s so amazing!!”

―― So this does happen to you sometimes too, even if the genre is different?

Especially if the genre is different, I think it’s easier for me that way. This way I learn to appreciate and be grateful for the listeners’ expectations. Even if I am in a state of shock, I am trying to listen to the song properly. I am learning a lot this way.

―― By the way, you will be holding a one-man live on December 8 @Umeda Club Quattro (Osaka) and on December 10 @My Navi BLITZ Akasaka (Tokyo).

That's right. I have never held a proper live twice a day with a day and evening performance. It’s very intriguing. I am quite excited and a little nervous.

―― All the worries that come with deciding on the setlist and such?

Yes. I decided to name my live “Matataki | Blink”, I chose this title because I want us all to enjoy this special moment together. Those moments in time, those worldviews which are presented in my releases and lives are completely different so I want everyone to enjoy those blinks of time individually. Rather than focusing on expressing the worldviews of my EP, I want to find an expression that’s unique to a live and that can be enjoyed by everyone. I think it’s a different way of enjoyment.

―― Live performances are not about creating a perfect reproduction of the studio version, it’s about pursuing the unique and fun aspects of a live.

Yes, I see it that way. I want to hold a live that everyone can enjoy, where people can find happiness. I really want to treasure this live, after all, it’s almost been half a year since my last proper concert.

―― I am very curious how you will present yourself. I'm really looking forward to it.

It’s said that the twinkling of stars, the light we see right now when we look up is actually millions of years old. I am a romantic at heart so things like that mean a lot to me. Even if the brightness is not visible right now, surely one day it will shine among all the stars. This moment right now. Having said all of this, I hope you enjoy this EP.

―― Now let’s talk about next year. Since this is probably our last time talking this year. What kind of year is 2020 going to be for you?

Next year in 2020 we will have the Tokyo Olympics so I think it will be a very lively year. I want to create memorable music without being rushed, I wanna take my time and of course I want to always keep my listeners in mind. My personal challenge will be to balance selfishness and love. However, instead of demanding the other party to just listen because I took up this challenge, I would like to take the other party’s feelings into account.❇ Staying true to myself I want to face all the struggles that come with making music, I want to create new songs with care. I also want to continue doing lives.

Interview: Takeshi Kato; Photo: Saori Shikiji

❇) The interview is quite ambiguous when it comes to Wakana and the topic of love. It kinda sounds like she could currently have a partner but in this case she could also be referring to the love and selfishness among artists and fans...

#kalafina #wakana #my translations #spice interview #aki no sakura #long text post #wakana is so precious talking about love

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