#he just doesn't know how to express it normally

[enhani-ki]

bunnies in heat - reader x ni-ki

warnings : smut, explicit languages, etc.

ni-ki had been sleeping over a lot lately.

at first, he was sleeping over only on weekends then it turned to him coming over into weekdays too. that his clothes keeps ending up and piling in your drawers now.

it became completely normal to wake up with his arms around you too, seeing his shirts and pants on the floor, or the smell of his cologne lingering in your room.

today you were cuddling. his body was warm pressed against yours under the covers. his breath tickles your ear every time he spoke, and his lips kept brushing your skin, ni-ki doesn't even realize what he was doing.

he was all over you. arms tight around your waist, leg hooked between yours, chest against your back as if he was trying to fuse into you. he kisses your ear, jaw, neck, and your breath gets caught each time.

he sucks your sensitive spot below your ear, making your fingers curl and grip the blanket. he groans quietly when you move just a little and you feel him getting hard through his thin pajama pants.

you kissed him back for a little while but then—

"you're moving so much," you whispered breathlessly, half-complaining as you squirmed in his grip. "i– i can't breathe properly…"

"mmnh…" ni-ki hummed against your neck, his voice now low and sleepy. "sorry, baby..." he murmured, but the way he tightened his arms around you says otherwise. he wasn't sorry at all, not even a little. "i just missed you…"

"we've been together all day," you pointed out, shifting on his arms.

"yeah." he replied, kissing your cheek softly. "still missed you."

you rolled your eyes at him playfully but your chest was aching a little at how your boyfriend could make everything sound like a love confession.

quietly, out of nowhere, ni-ki asked,

"do you you wanna have sex with me?"

your eyes went wide, pushing him away just a little, your hands stayed on his shoulders. you blinked fast. "what—wha—WHAT?"

ni-ki groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, voice muffled against your skin. "ughh… fuck. that was so awkward. sorry, i didn't mean to say it like that."

then he blushed, chuckling weakly before looking at you again, "i said, do you wanna have se—"

quickly, your hand flew to cover his mouth. "baby, i heard you!" you whispered, totally horrified.

he paused, eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation as he gently pulled your hand away. his fingers felt soft and warm around your wrist, he asked again, "so?" but when he saw the panic and unsureness in your face, his expression immediately softened, "…no?"

and before you could even answer, ni-ki smiled gently, relaxing his grip on you a little as if he already knows the answer. "you wanna take your time?"

your heart was pounding so hard that he could probably feel it against his chest. your cheeks turned red as you look away and finally, you nodded slowly.

he kissed your cheek, thumb stroking your waist in quiet reassurance. "okay," he whispered. "let's take our time."

your throat tightened. you wanted to say something—maybe apologize but the words stuck, so instead, you mumbled, "…are you horny?"

ni-ki blinked, surprised—then let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer, gently guiding your head to rest on his chest.

"don't worry about any of that, baby…"

"but—"

"i love you," he murmured quietly but firm, cutting through your spiraling thoughts like a thread being pulled tight. "don't stress, okay? i promise you, you're more than enough."

the two of you were quiet for a while. you just listened to his heartbeat as he held you close then eventually, ni-ki sat up and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

"i'm just gonna take a quick shower."

you watched him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of water running filling the room. but your head… it just wouldn't quiet down.

was he upset? disappointed?

...frustrated?

the thought made your stomach twist. you tried to brush it off, pacing around the room hoping it might help shake the feeling. however, the thoughts only got louder in your head.

the spiral started, making your head spin and making you upset at yourself too.

wait—is he... is he handling it in there?!

you heard the water shut off, giving you silence again. you bit your lip, hesitating but curiosity keeps getting the better of you. and quietly—so quietly—you pressed your ear to the bathroom door.

but right then, the door quickly opened the second you leaned in—

you almost fell forward but your boyfriend caught you. his hair is wet, he's got towel around his hips, there's water dripping down his chest, ni-ki raised an eyebrow at you. "…what are you doing?"

"i—i wasn't—!"

then he smirked after catching you red handed. "were you listening at the door?"

"no! i—i was just—!"

"ahh…" he interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement after the realization. "you were trying to hear if i was jerking off in your shower, huh?"

"fuck..." you cursed, closing your eyes and looked away, totally dying inside. "no…"

he leaned in, "tch. you're so nosy." brushing a strand of hair from your face. droplets splashing on your toes. then with a grin, he added "and i wouldn't jerk off."

you tilted your head, "huh? why not?"

"because i'd rather you jerk me off."

your jaw dropped and he just laughed again, pulling you in, telling you how cute you are when you panic.

then lately, he wasn't even wearing shirts to bed anymore.

some nights he was too lazy he just wear boxers that in the mornings you feel him pressed against your ass or thighs, hard and twitching through thin fabric.

you don't say anything but… it stuck in your head, your heart always race and your body becoming more curious.

what does it really looks like when he's turned on?

how big is it, really?

will he feel good just from being touched?

and ni-ki's all over you again, his bare chest against your back, face in your neck, breathing soft and sleepy. his hand were already resting on your waist under your shirt... you'd gotten so used to the way his crotch pressed against you at night—but tonight, you feel him getting harder again.

you turned slightly to face him, "you're hard again…"

your boyfriend let out a sleepy chuckle. "well, sorry. i love being this close to my girlfriend so much that it turns me on…"

you pouted into the pillow. "so you're just gonna sleep it away?"

he laughed softly and groaned into your neck. "babe, why are you so concerned about my dick?"

"i'm not! i mean—" you turned to look at him, flustered. "i'm concerned about you."

ni-ki opened one eye, "well, i'm not gonna die because of it, you know?"

you sighed heavily and kept thinking about it. he's right there. too close… and part of you just really wants to— "…can i touch it?"

his eyes opened and his sleepy expression vanished in an instant, "what?"

you met his gaze, more nervous now. "uhh, can i… touch it?"

"o– of course…"

you reached down carefully, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, you felt ni-ki's whole body shuddered.

he let out a low, breathy moan and leaned in to start kissing you slow and needy. your touch had completely jolted him wide awake. "oh, fuck… baby…"

your fingers wrapped around him, eyes widening slightly. "it's big."

ni-ki smirked against your lips, his voice got deeper now. "hmm, really? it's not even that hard yet."

you didn't have time to reply, he took your hand, and before you could process it, he actually spit into your palm.

"riki—?!"

"shh, trust me." he laced his fingers with yours and wrapped your slicked-up hand around his length, groaning as he helped you stroke him.

his cock hardened so quickly it startled you. it got even bigger, practically pulsing in your grip that your one hand wasn't enough anymore.

you looked down. "it's… not fitting."

ni-ki laughed breathlessly. "it's okay, you're doing so good. ahm, fuck, that feels good."

"do you want to suck it too?"

your lips parted. "i– i don't know how…"

he bit his lip before he kissed your jaw, his breath felt hot on your skin, practically warming you too. "i'll teach you."

he shifted both of you on the bed, ni-ki leaned back against the headboard as you positioned yourself between his legs. his boxers were halfway down already, his cock flushed and glistened in the low light...

ni-ki trailed his thumb across your cheek down to your lips.

"you sure, baby?"

you hesitated, heart pounding as your eyes flicked between his face and what was between his thighs.

"you don't have to," he added softly, other hand brushing your hair back. "we can stop here—seriously."

"no, i really want to." you replied, making ni-ki smile proudly.

you stared at his cock slightly twitching in the air, its tip flushed red, already glistening with his pre-cum. you'd felt it under his boxers before but seeing it like this, in front of you...

it made your mouth dry.

you swallowed, moving your fingers before your brain could catch up. your wrapped one hand around the base then adding your second hand just above it.

not enough.

there was too much of him to hold. his cock is too thick, long, and the pre-cum spills from the tip was making your palms even more slippery.

you gave him a slow stroke, then another. your hands moved tentatively, sliding up and down in clumsy rhythm. the wet slick sounds between your palms made your face heat up and your pussy clench. so erotic.

n-ki groaned low, his hips twitching slightly just from your touches. "oh, baby…"

you looked up at him, face burning even more. "i really don't know what i'm doing."

he reached for you instantly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. his touch was tender, ni-ki murmured. "you don't have to be good... just want you, you're already making me crazy here."

you stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his face twisted in your grip. his tip leaked steadily, slick smearing across your knuckles.

"you can keep using both of your hands," ni-ki whispered shakily. "but… i think i'm gonna lose it the second you put your mouth on me."

"i wanna try."

your lips parted slowly as you leaned forward, tongue flicking out, licking to taste him first.

"shit—" he hissed, jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard. "y/n..."

you took him in a little deeper but your throat tightened immediately—you gagged, pulling back with a choked breath.

"it's okay. just go slow," he chuckled, panting as his hand gently rested at the back of your head. "don't push yourself too deep." though the deeper you went, the better it felt for ni-ki.

you nodded, trying again. your lips stretched wider, jaw already aching. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head fast. you wrapped one hand around what couldn't fit. he was burning hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, twitching with every movement.

god, i'm probably so bad at this…

his fingers curled in your hair now. voice breaking as he whispered through his gritted teeth.

"you're doing so good," he groaned. "your mouth feels so good..."

you tried to breathe through your nose. your eyes stung with tears.

his cock throbbed against your throat. salty, warm, very new to taste but his moans were so fucking addictive too that you just couldn't stop even if you wanted too.

you adjusted your angle, trying to breathe—but your throat flexed without meaning to, swallowing around him.

ni-ki's eyes widened, choking on a moan.

"f–fuck—baby, that—what you just did—"

you blinked up at him confused, still messy and teary, holding him steady in your mouth.

you did it again. let your throat flex around him, tighten your lips, letting him feel just how snug you were inside.

his thighs tensed instantly, hand clenching on your hair tightly, "…shit, i'm close."

you swallowed again, a whimper caught in your throat as your lips slid down further, his cock twitched violently in response, suddenly getting even bigger. he gasped, "wait—baby, almost there—don't stop."

you started to pull back, overwhelmed—but his hand stayed at the back of your head desperately.

"don't pull away—please," he gasped. "let me—let me finish in your mouth—i can't hold it— y/n"

you nodded and started sucking harder, bobbing your head faster.

ni-ki came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking uncontrollably as thick spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. you gagged again from the volume, the heat, the unfamiliar taste—it's so much—but you swallowed all of it, trying to keep up.

you were shaking too now. your jaw hurts, your hands were messy and slippery, and your eyes were wet and full with tears—but you didn't stop until he was done and empty.

ni-ki couldn't stop groaning, whispering your name as he brushed your hair out of your face with the most wrecked look you'd ever seen.

it's second period. your teacher kept talking about something — but you're not hearing none of it.

your mouth had been on him less than twelve hours ago and all ni-ki can think about is the way you'd looked at him then — all soft, nervous, and curious, like he was something you wanted to figure out.

you're sitting a few rows ahead of him. head is bowed low, playing with pen in hand, pretending to take notes,

he knows you're not listening either.

your shoulders are a little tense, lips kept parting every time your mind wander. he saw you smiling to yourself — shy, spaced-out, those little smiles makes his stomach tighten.

you must be thinking about it too.

you have to be.

ni-ki adjusts in his seat, subtly shifting his legs under the desk, feeling his pants feel tighter than they should. and it's not like he's that hard-hard... almost. it's hard enough to feel it. enough to make him want to sneak away, press his forehead to a locker, and groan while palming himself.

he's been like this for a week. every class. every time he looks at you.

you've been giving him blowjobs for a week now and the flashbacks hits like static electricity.

the sound of you choking just a little, the sight of your eyes, glassy and wet, you're hurting but still looking up at him.

the heat of your mouth, the press of your throat, the way your hands trembles slightly as you touch him.

you made him fall apart.

and now he can't stop thinking about you, how would you fall apart for him too.

ni-ki's fingers tighten around his pen. his jaw flexes slightly.

he shouldn't think about it here. oh he shouldn't picture the way you'd sound if he had his mouth between your thighs, kissing, making out with your pussy, licking, sucking on your clit until you couldn't even speak—

"riki," the teacher calls.

he jolts slightly.

"y– yes?"

"do you know what group you're assigned to?"

his mind went absolutely blank.

"…uh, no."

the whole class shook their heads. ni-ki swallowed, tries to find a safe answer but fails.

"listen carefully next time," the teacher warned. "you're on group two."

you glanced over your shoulder and met his eyes. your face goes red immediately.

you're both so, so bad at hiding it.

later, during break, you catch each other by the lockers. ni-ki leans close, arms crossed as he towers over you, trying to be casual — and failing completely.

"baby... you were zoning out the whole time," you murmured. "what's got you so distracted, huh?"

his eyes flick down to your lips just for a second.

"you," he said, honest as ever.

you blushed and smacked his arm. "shut up."

"…i keep thinking about last night," ni-ki whispered, making your heart dangerously stutters.

"yeah?" you breathed.

he nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to your mouth, your neck, your body. he swallowed thickly, quiet but you can now practically hear the words he's holding back.

"i wanna make you feel good too."

"w-what…?"

"i just… i think about it. a lot." he pouted, eyes soft but looked stormy at the same time. "i can't be the only one who cums every night."

"not here, riki—!"

he grinned and bit his lip to stop himself. he held your wrist gently, seeking more connection, more of you.

the bell finally rang.

you step back reluctantly, adjusting your skirt and trying to breathe like you weren't just fantasizing about your boyfriend in a school hallway.

ni-ki stays leaning against the lockers, watching you walk away, hand slipping into his pocket. he pulls out your phone that you'd left at your desk this morning.

[cycle tracker] you're ovulating today!

"oh?"

a/n: random fic. just want to get some drafts out. this was supposed to be for a bad boy!ni-ki but it was too long so i had to shorten and throw away the plot TT i have so much in my drafts, i just might delete all of it. part two soon :p

masterlist: マスターリストm.list

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

Butting in myself when I originally wasn't going to because I saw someone else make fun of op in a separate post for not having "media literacy" for the claim of Harry being gender-conforming and I think to write off that interpretation entirely like that is incredibly rude and lacks nuanced takes

There's a conversation you can have with Joyce, when you bring up Cindy, where she says Cindy is a part of infra-culture, alternative, while her and *Harry* are a part of Supraculture, which is the common/mainstream. Conceptualization butts in saying you're not necessarily sure you're part of supraculture and when you bring it up, and if you say you're part of "disco," she says "I assure you it was thoroughly supraculture. Nothing infra about disco." His attire is pretty normal for a man like him to be wearing if not outdated. She even says something along the lines of 'it was borderline mandatory to be disco back in the day' and so while it's outdated now, it's still not breaking any gender-norms, it's just, as you said, a show of his deteriorating mental state as he clings to some form of flashy-superdom he could've maybe had if he didn't dedicate himself to being a cop

And looking specifically at his clothes, he wears bellbottoms that go all the way down, a dress shirt with the buttons up to the top (in comparison to the smoker on the balcony's dress shirt which is entirely unbuttoned to show his chest), a funky tie, a men's jacket, and heeled loafers. None of this really screams effeminate, not even the heels, because if we look back at our 70s, it was acceptable for men to wear heels if they were men's style heels. It's like how men in the 2000s wore "guyliner" and they had to call it "guyliner" so you knew it was a totally dude bro masculine thing to do. He also doesn't wear any makeup, and arguably doesn't moisturize or maintain his hair/facial hair well, which, though should be the bare minimum, is what a lot of people mean when they describe an effeminate man (such as the Smoker on the balcony, who looks like he takes care of his appearance more.) Harry's not necessarily gender-NONconforming from his outfit alone. Especially when, if you take the fascist route, which would be the most traditionalist Harry could be, his icon is still in his disco outfit.

I haven't actually gotten Harry to call himself "sister" or "pixie girl" in the game, or if I had, I'd forgotten about it. But what has come up many times is that it's impossible to forget is Harry's internal misogyny (and sometimes feminism that seems rather performative). You can be misogynistic to almost every woman in the game I'm pretty sure, and this is actually a pretty important part of the story. The game is about a man, still so heartbroken about a previous relationship 6 years later, he drinks himself to total memory loss. He even mentions that at one point he was a feminist, presumably when he was with Dora, but his bitterness about that previous relationship is shaping who he is, causing him to call other women "carousell cockriders" and "heartless bitches" and part of his story, if you play it as such, is learning how to better yourself and heal in a broken world where true love might never come to you again. Being a man who hates women is, not gonna lie, pretty gender-conforming of him, and over the course of the game, you can break free of that, but regardless, he starts out fairly misogynistic.

Last point, you mentioned that his clothes are definitely non-conforming because disco is queer culture in the game, and while I disagree with that assessment I'm not 100% sure that disco is *not* queer specific in the year DE takes place, all I know is it used to be common, but arguably a lot of common fashion trends become queer specific after a while in real life, so I'm not going to argue against that. What I will say is sexual identity is not indicative of gender expression. Kim is a gay man and is fully aware of his queerness: He has short hair, wears a white tank top, an obnoxiously loud orange jacket, brown... um pants that I can't remember the name of, and boots without heels. He is not really gender-noncomforming in the slightest. There's a ship between him a Titus, which I bring up because Titus is another gender-conforming man that displays a lot of fragile masculinity, and yet its not impossible for him to be queer. Ruby is arguably gender-nonconforming since she's butch, but then there's also the question in all of this that if the norm for queer people is to present opposite of their assigned gender, than is it technically more gender-conforming to abide by those norms even though you're going against standard society roles. The reason there's a bear flag in our world is to combat the idea that all gay men act and dress effeminate. So maybe Kim *is* gender-nonconforming but only in the sense that he... conforms to gender norms? I'm not just trying to ramble here, I'm making a point that queerness is not entirely breaking gender norms, though I do concede that being queer does go against the standard of 'how one should act.' Even then, however, I think it's important to mention how Harry is very reluctant to accept that he is a part of the queer community, deciding to 'just not think about it.' So he's not really acting in a way not expected of him in that sense, either.

Anyway, all this to say, if it can be argued that Harry's outfit is considered 'common', its not necessarily effeminate, he has a battle with his internalized misogyny throughout the game, and that he refuses to acknowledge anything non-standard about himself, I don't believe it is an incorrect assessment to say Harry is "gender-conforming." You can still disagree with the points I've made here, I'll disagree with others, but what I wouldn't like to hear is that anyone who disagrees with any of these points made by either me or Kryaaas just "hasn't engaged with the media enough." (Which I know isn't what you were saying, Kryaaas, I'm not accusing you of that, I'm only making my argument here so it has the context of the rest of the thread) we are all extrapolating ideas and interpreting them USING the text, and constantly refusing to understand the oppositions opinions, instead dismissing it, is ACTUALLY media illiterate. Everyone who doesn't have the same interpretation as you isn't 'dumb' and you aren't intellectually superior just because you agree with something someone who articulated your argument *for* you said.

i hate when people make girl harry dubois like conventionally hot but with like wrinkles and smeared makeup. she literally would also have thinning hair and a swollen face and crooked ass teeth and shit. dont play games with me

[callmeakaashi]

– BREAKING POINT .⋆｡°⚝₊ ⊹˚

synopsis: you have a bad habit of texting akaashi keiji when you're drunk. he has a bad habit of pretending it doesn't mean anything. genre: mutual pining. angst. smut. romance. situationship?? friends-to-lovers. roommates-to-lovers. emotional intimacy. wc: 1.5k. warnings: angst w a happy ending. explicit sexual content/smut. alcohol use. drunk texting. emotional vulnerability. mild anxiety. consensual sexual tension!!!! soft!dom akaashi. voice kink. praise kink. taglist: @chososbbygrl notes: it's truly a crime how i haven't written about my main man since beginning to write again. so let's start again here.

happy season finale of love islanddd <3

ohohoh and next fic is a req for kuroo x reader x tsukki so i promise ur getting fed guys tehehe

you had a bad habit of texting akaashi keiji when you were drunk.

he always kept his phone on do not disturb and then responded to you in the morning, poking fun at whatever event you claimed ran until the asscrack of dawn.

but they didn't.

most nights you went out ended with the club closing at 2am and you got in around 2:30.

it didn't really even make sense to text him this late - after all, you lived in an apartment with him, bokuto, and kuroo.

when you'd open the door, it'd be dead quiet. sure, everyone might be up, but they were in their own space. existing in the corner of their world that only spawns when the world is still. silent.

the time you only really see on birth and death certificates.

or when you make really bad decisions.

you forgot your keys in the apartment.

the memory flashed as you groaned. that dresser to the right of your bed, where the incense and lighters lay, strewn right next to the phone charger and a water bottle.

and the last percent of your battery was used to text akaashi some dumb shit - something about him being the only sagittarius man you tolerate.

so you knocked.

and knocked.

shit. i really have to pee.

"i know they're all not fucking asleep. c'mon now," you muttered, as the side of your fist collided with the metal door.

silence.

shit.

"kuroo. i swear to god. i'm not letting you in anymore. i don't give a flying fuck what girl you bring home. you could bring rihanna herself and i still wouldn't open this door. akaashi would never do me like th-," he rubbed his eyes as the door slid open.

"oh! thank you, kaashi." you sighed, brushing past him.

"mhm."

"didn't expect you to answer. can't sleep?" you asked, before shutting the bathroom door behind you.

"something like that." his footsteps padded the kitchen before nearing you again. "i guess i need to answer the door more."

a laugh escaped you, vision blurring as you tried to focus.

"yeah actually!" "normally it's kuroo and then i have to beg and plead him to let me in just for him to be like 'oh its fine!' if it's bokuto he just opens the door. and then i have to shield my eyes cause sometimes he'll forget to put on a shirt or some pants and then it's just fucking awkward for everyone."

a smile spread across his face as he turned away to avoid your gaze.

"god i don't know why i text you." your fingers fumbled with the phone's power button.

"yes you do." he replied, voice laced with exhaustion. dangerous.

silence.

how do i even respond to that.

"cause you're a sagittarius." like you could blame jupiter for whatever feelings suffocated this apartment at 3am.

a breeze fluttered through the kitchen's open window as his hands met the back of your thighs to pull your skirt down. you could see the shift in his jaw as his eyes met yours.

"sorry." he mumbled. "thought it'd be respectful."

"it's cool.. thank you."

"but if you don't mind me asking, kuroo and bokuto always answer - so why do you text me?"

"why do you want to know so bad?"

"just curious," he responded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "is it truly that odd to be curious how i'm perceived? or is that only reserved for voice memos after last call?" he expressed, voice soft.

what the fuck was that feeling in your chest. it fluttered. felt warm and gooey like the inside of a hot cookie. you shifted in your platforms.

the two of you were at eye level.

"stop looking at me like that." you insisted, skirt beginning to feel tight as heat pooled low in your stomach. "like what?"

"you're thinking things. like you know something i don't." "i'm not the one sweating like a sinner in church over a simple question," he adjusted his shirt. "you make it hard to focus on anything else." you couldn't stop tapping your foot, why does it feel like he's undressing you with his eyes and why do you kinda want him to.

soft rustling at the end of the hall shook you out of whatever nasty dream floated between a normal response and the deranged ones.

"keiji?"

"kuroo."

"what's up? you're up late."

"just talking."

kuroo's eyes darted between the two of you. "you look pretty." he nodded towards you before pouring water into his bottle.

"doesn't she?" akaashi replied.

"thank you, tetsu.."

"mmm so i'm not third-wheeling in my own kitchen. night." he said, before retreating back down the hallway.

"night." the two of you replied at the same time, not breaking eye contact.

"i like talking to you. it's calming. your whole presence just does that and your voice is really nice - but not like, in a weird way. it's very attractive."

his eyebrows raised but somehow the words kept spilling out. is this spontaneous combustion? it must be. should i kiss him?

"i love when you leave me voicemails. oh and your arms are really nice. like the one time you carried me to bed after that movie night? had me thinking about your arms around my thighs for days."

shit.

"actually. i'm done. i think i'll shut up now."

"no, keep going."

"say please," you teased.

"please, i did let you in tonight." he chuckled, hands now on his hips.

for the first time tonight, you really took him in. he was definitely wide awake now but sleep still crept in his demeanor. eyes low, blue t-shirt riding up due to his stance, and grey sweats riding low on his waist.

"see, like you even sound pretty when you beg? hello??" you giggled, sitting on top of the counter across from him now.

fuck.

uncomfortable heat spread to your cheeks. and between your legs.

"i'm starting to think you call me this late on purpose," he snorted now, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.

was he being serious?

intuition is always right, and while yours was telling you to shut the fuck up and go to bed - you couldn't. the cool tile of the kitchen counter felt better than the warmth of blankets and whatever regret would fester in your heart if you stayed silent.

"god forbid a girl like a vocal man."

"can i show you how vocal i'm willing to get for you?" he snapped, voice low and gravelly.

"duh."

with three steps forward and your hands guiding his, he stood between your thighs as the two of you were face to face.

suddenly it didn't matter that the skirt was higher.

"you're scareddd," you mocked, tilting your head to look at him closer. a soft sigh left his lips as he took his glasses off.

and for a moment everything stopped. you could've swore it seemed like the universe waited for the two of you.

"kindly, be quiet." he whispered, before pressing his lips to yours. it started off slow. soft. shy. his hands cupped your cheek and yours threaded his curls.

the same way waves crashed softly before a storm.

he pulled back cautiously, eyes searching yours before flickering down at how you two were intertwined. "are you sure you won't have any regrets about this in the morning?"

a flicker of doubt settled in your chest, hesitation. did he really want you? was he second guessing?

the voicemails and memos. the texts. they haunted you. akaashi always knew what to say. a quip or something witty. the most attractive thing a man can do is listen and he did that.

you wondered if his composure ever had a breaking point. so the messages - they got flirtier. nastier. but around everyone else, it's as if nothing ever happened.

deep down, you knew he was being respectful. waiting for you to sort through your own feelings.

but when it comes down to it, would he actually choose you? you saw him in a million ways and yearned for him in more. he wouldn't do this tonight and then ignore you right?

that's not akaashi. it's delusion creeping. anxiety. "absolutely not."

and then there was absolutely nothing quiet about the two of you. your bracelets scraped against the kitchen faucet as you fumbled for balance. he groaned into your mouth as fingers splayed beyond the underside of your thighs.

vocal indeed.

"needed this.." you panted, as your other hand gripped the back of his shirt.

"mmmm. it's obvious, even the way you lean into my touch," he smiled, peppering kisses along your throat.

any other day, if you caught him staring he'd look away. he never allowed himself to look for too long - avoiding making you uncomfortable in addition to the boys never letting him live it down.

you arched against his fingertips as a gasp spilled from your lips. he barely noticed you pulling up the hem of his shirt until the sharpness of acrylics met his skin.

"you're always beautiful but especially when you need me like this," the warmth of his breath brushed your ears. "it's evil how addicted i am."

"kaashi!" you whined at the lack of his lips.

"let's be considerate," he chuckled, low and quiet. "can i pick you up?"

"mhm." his grip tightened as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"i should leave my keys more often," you muttered into his neck.

he closed your bedroom door with his foot. "don't wake anyone up!"

"then be quiet for me."

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[slashedgutz]

in sickness and in health

you and mark are supposed to be getting married, but you can't help but think he's hiding something from you-- an affair. however, you couldn't be further from the truth.

a/n; yeah i gave in and watched countdown. have some ansgt. likes and reblogs appreciated!! no tw really, except for angst and mentions of cancer. enjoy <3 join the taglist here!!

You knew something was going on.

In fact, you've been waiting for this day for months.

So it's no surprise when Mark comes home one day, solemn as usual, and tells you to sit down. You're in the bedroom, a place where you're meant to feel safe and comfortable, yet it doesn't feel like it right now. There's a silence lingering in the air, stale and bitter. You feel sick.

"We need," Mark begins-- he stops, though, hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "We need to talk."

You bite back the sigh that crawls up your throat. Mark's always suffered with migraines, even worse in recent months, but it's been unbearable as of late. For both of you.

And yet, you can't help but assume they've manifested from guilt-- primarily due to his cheating. Whilst you don't have proof, you just know it, can feel it deep within your bones, that all this sneaking off, all these secret meetings, are because of one thing; he's having an affair.

It's not fair. You two are supposed to be getting married in less than two months (five weeks, but hey, that no longer matters), but now you're here, unable to speak to each other like goddamn adults.

A couple of months ago, you would've been ready to die for this man, and vice versa. Isn't that what love is about, 'till death do us part'?

"What's going on?" You're quick to speak, quicker than him. Mark's eyes narrow slightly as you stand up from the bed. You've had enough-- enough of the secrets, enough of the lies.

"There's something I need to tell you." And here it comes, you think, here comes the confession that you've been anxiously dreading. That he's fucked some girl, someone younger and prettier and better than you, and he's leaving you.

"Yeah, no shit," You whisper to yourself, and it somehow makes the hurt more palpable, the pain taking root in him too, but you’re speaking again before he can interrupt. "God, Mark, you've been distant for months, always sneaking off--"

He interjects, raising a hand. "Yeah, I can explain that." His face is stoic, the same expression you've seen him wear when he has a tough day at work. Like you're under interrogation; a fucking criminal.

"Can you?" You sigh, exasperated. You can feel tears sting in your eyes, and you don't even bother to wipe them away as they slowly, but surely, begin to fall. "Just-- wow, you're still fucking lying."

“What?” Mark asks, frowning. Do you really need to spell it out for him?

You sober up quickly. “You’re still lying to me, Mark.”

“Lying to you?” He repeats, and you nod. “How am I lying to you?”

And then, the floodgates open.

"For a start, you're treating me like some-- some criminal, and not your partner," You stand up now, closing the space between you. He closes his eyes, sighing heavily. "And you're, like, never home, so where are you? Fucking some girl? Taking bribes? What, what is it that I can't goddamn know?"

"Don't do this--"

"You can't even fucking look at me!" You cry, a sharp jab to his chest. "What is going on that you can't even talk to me-- your fiancee?"

Mark can't meet you eyes. "Cancer." Is all he says.

You almost do a double-take. Did he just say..?

"Glioblastoma Multiform or something," He gently waves his hand in the air, brushing off the word like it's something so causal, something you hear everyday. "

It's the last thing you expected from Mark. Sure, he can be an asshole at times, and yeah, he's been more intense in the past few weeks, but you simply (and naively) believed it was due to wedding stress. Oh, how wrong you've been.

A part of you hopes that this is all a nightmare, that you'll wake up soon and everything will be back to normal. That Mark hasn't just told you that he has fucking cancer.

But it's not a dream. You know that because you can feel the heaviness of Mark's secret weighing on not only your shoulders, but his, and the exhaustion in his voice. Everything hits you like a freight train-- and here you were, accusing him of an affair.

Numb. Sad. Confused. It's like your body can't quite settle on what to feel.

“I— I don’t understand,” You whisper. What is there to not understand? It's cancer, it's incurable. Nothing more to it. "Wha-- when?"

"I found out a couple weeks back. Almost passed out on a case, so chief sent me to the ER," Mark gently moves past you, sinking onto the bed. "They did an MRI and bam-- massive tumour."

There's a beat of silence as you slowly take this in. This new information sits heavy in your stomach, like you've eaten lead.

"So, uh, what now?" You ask, taking a shaky breath as your chest tightens Knowing you can't bring yourself to look at him while you speak, you look down at your hands, fingers playing with your sleeve. You gaze at the ring on your finger-- guess the wedding is definitely not happening.

"I'm not getting treatment, mainly because there's nothing they can do," Mark explains. He pauses, again-- must be another twinge of pain in his head. "So, I just gotta wait it out, really."

"But what about us?" What about me, is what you really want to say, but now is not the time to make this about you. The love of your life is fucking dying, and there's nothing you can do.

Mark smiles sadly at you, getting up from the bed and walking over. All you feel is regret, the guilt of yelling and accusing him gnawing at your bones, leaving you as nothing. You go to open your mouth, to try and apologise, but instead, he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly.

"We'll work it out, sweetheart," He murmurs into your hair, then pulls back, planting a small kiss on your forehead. "We always do."

But you don't believe him. Again.

Now, everything feels like it all makes sense. Despite the secrecy, Mark had been doing a lot for you-- buying you gifts, taking you out. Things had never been better. You were communicating more, and better together.

Except you know why. He's dying, and is doing all he can to give you the best memories possible of him before he goes.

So maybe you guys weren't doing so good after all.

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[kinardnatural]

Hello, could you share your thoughts on how buck would react if tommy manages to hide an injury from him for two or three days? If you are in the mood to the write a small fic , I would appreciate it a lot.

I imagine buck failing to notice tommy hiding it and only finding it because someone else telling him. Then buck is angry at tommy and gets insecure thinking if he really is a good boyfriend since he didn't notice the obvious signs.

Thank you for doing this

I've got you, anon! A slight warning for medical inaccuracies!

SEND BUCKTOMMY PROMPTS/ASKS

They don't waste any time whenever they both have their days off lining up together, and this time was no different. Once Tommy opens the door to his house, Buck is on him like a cat in heat, mouth eagerly exploring and tasting his mouth as Tommy drags him inside to spare his neighbours eyes. He responds just as eagerly, hands landing on Buck's hips to pull him flush against him, causing Buck to use his own body to pin the pilot against the wall. His hands trails down to the waistline of his pants, fingers digging into his skin when Tommy suddenly starts to tense up.

Sensing the shift in tension, Buck pulls away slightly to look at his boyfriend curiously. Tommy doesn't say anything, but leans in to press a more gentle kiss onto the corner of Buck's lips and slides away from the wall.

"How about you order us something to eat while I pick a movie?" He suggests. He pats Buck on his shoulder. Pats him on his shoulder like an old pal.

"Uh. Sure?"

It may be strange for Tommy to put a stop to it, especially when he had seemed just as eager, but Buck doesn't question it, and it's all forgotten once they've had their food and Tommy rests his head on Buck's lap as they watch some movies.

---

It's the morning after when Buck starts to feel a little bit suspicious that something is off. Tommy is already out of bed when he wakes up and already fully dressed, moving his way through the kitchen as he makes them breakfast. He greets Buck with his usual scrunchy smile and pulls him in for a kiss. Buck doesn't waste any time and deepens the kiss, licking his way into Tommy's mouth in a way that earns him a hungry moan and a tight grip on his hips as he is being backed up against the counter. With Tommy falling asleep early the previous night, they hadn't had the chance to explore each other like this, and now Buck was more than eager to take advantage of the given chance. Tommy was too, or so it seemed until he made a noise and pulled away abruptly, face flushed and pupils blown in arousal. But there was a mixture of something else in Tommy's expression that Buck couldn't put his finger on.

"Pancakes," he murmurs, and steps away from Buck's space to continue with the breakfast and once again leaving Buck feeling confused, because this was not at all normal. In many other occasions, Tommy had been quick to turn off the stove and pull all of his focus and energy on Buck. Not today, apparently.

Naturally, Buck's brain goes right into spiraling. Tommy had been into it, right? He hadn't imagined it. So why was he once again putting an end to it before going further?

It wasn't that Buck absolutely needed sex every time they hung out. Being near Tommy was more than good enough, but even so, it almost seemed like Tommy was trying to avoid it altogether.

---

"I don't think he's into me anymore, " he confides in Hen when he's back on his shift. The woman stares back at Buck in utter disbelief.

"Now, I know that can't be true," she says confidently. "Not in this universe."

"You don't know it's not true," Buck argues, and Hen scoffs at him.

"The truth is as obvious as the trees in a forest, Buck. It's all right there. All it takes is to see him in the same vicinity as you to know that he is absolutely a hundred percent into you."

And while it warms Buck to hear that, the doubts are still there, creeping around inside his head like little bugs. "So why won't he have sex with me?" He whines. "I-it's not about the sex. He's acting weird whenever things get hot and heavy and just stops. A-and if you know Tommy, you know he doesn't just stop. He's very--"

"Mmh. Spare me the details. Please," Hen begs. "Better yet, maybe you should try and ask him. I'm sure he has his reasons, but whatever they are, it's not you. He loves you, Buck."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

---

That's how he finds himself at the harbor station after his shift. Maybe Hen is right. It's not like Tommy is completely avoiding him. He's been very chatty over the phone and over texts. So Buck figures that maybe he would be happy if Buck shows up on his shift for an impromptu visit.

"Buckley! What are you doing here?"

Buck grins widely at Lucy and scoffs at her question. "I'm here to see Tommy, of course. Is he out flying? Do you mind if I wait here to--"

"He's not here," Lucy says, frowning. "He's off for another week until he's fully healed. I figured you'd know that."

"Uh... healed?"

"Yeah. From the-- he didn't tell you, did he?" Lucy sighs in exasperation. "Kinard, when I get my hands on you..."

"Tell me what? Lucy, d-did he get himsels hurt?"

"He took a tumble and banged up his hips pretty badly. That was almost a week ago-- I can't believe he didn't tell you!"

"That makes the two of us," Buck mutters. Now when he thinks about it, Tommy had avoided to do too much moving around the last time he had been there. With the exception for the breakfast, he had remained mostly on the couch and had been resting a lot. Probably due to pain killers, Buck now realized.

"He probably didn't want to worry you," Lucy offers. "You know how he is. Always putting his brave face on. It's one of his more annoying traits that always ends up biting him in the ass."

"How bad was it?"

"Nothing broken. but bad enough for him to rest and heal. He's not supposed to move around too much, hence the medical leave."

"R-right. Thanks, Lucy."

"Give him extra hell from me, Buckley."

---

"Evan! Wha--?"

Buck doesn't wait for an invite, but passes Tommy as he enters his house in silent determination. Tommy hesitates before closing the door behind him and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Lucy told you."

"Yeah. Lucy told me."

"Evan--"

"Were you going to tell me at all? Or were you planning to hide it and hope for me to never find out?"

Tommy shrugs, looking defeated. "I don't know. I didn't want to--"

"Worry me? Oh, but you did, Tommy. I knew something was off. You kept pulling away from me, and I thought that was all me, first. T-that you weren't into me anymore. A-and then I had to find out from Lucy that you had gotten yourself hurt, and that, Tommy, felt more hurtful than the alternative." He exhaled a shaky breath when he looked back at Tommy, who seemed horrified by the implication.

"Christ! Evan, no, I-- I never meant to make you think that... shit. I am so sorry, Evan. I-- you were so excited to get here. I didn't want to ruin it."

"Ruin it?" Buck repeats, frowning. "Why would you getting hurt ruin the time we spend together?"

"It wouldn't, " Tommy insists. "I just get in my head sometimes that... I wouldn't be enough fun, and I want you to always enjoy yourself around me, Evan. Not..." he sits down. "Me not being able to do things with you or for you."

Buck stares at him for a moment and lets out a scoff. "You. Silly. Idiot." He huffs, punctuating each word with a kiss on Tommy's lips. "Tommy. I love you. I'm your partner. I want to be with you. A-and I want to be here for you like you've always been here for me. Let me take care of you for once."

Tommy looks at him, eyes hesitant, but hands reaching out to touch Buck's before he nods. "I'd like that."

Satisfied, Buck finally smiles and leans forward to press another kiss onto his lips. "Good. And God forbid, if you get hurt again--"

"Kind of unavoidable in our line of work," Tommy deadpans. Buck lets out another huff.

"Just tell me next time, okay? Id rather hear it from you. Not Lucy. Not anyone else."

Tommy lifts his hand to kiss the back of it. "You have my word."

[he4rken]

Could I request a 1x x reader where the reader is also kinda hateful towards others? 👉👈 Maybe if they’re a survivor they subtly help the killer during rounds without anyone knowing or if they were a killer they enjoy hunting them down. Think of that one cheesy trope of “hates everyone but you” but make it both the people in the situation.

I think it’ll be a very interesting dynamic, 2 people who hate everyone (but each other) :] Take your time and thank you for considering, don’t worry if you don’t wish to do it ^^

A LITTLE EXCEPTION... | hateful reader

— Anon, anon!!! This is actually so cute! I wrote both scenarios if the reader was a survivor or a killer so it's more fulfilling. Hope the headcanon formatting is well suited here!

WARNINGS: normal forsaken round stuff (implied murdering)

All pronouns aside from it/its were used here!

— The physical manifestation of pure malice actually having someone he doesn't feel hatred towards? Are you sure you're talking about 1x1x1x1?

— Okay, okay. Maybe it isn't so very far fetched when the one they hold (surprisingly) dearly is just as hateful as they are. Two sides of the same coin, two peas in a pod, all those sorts of sayings could describe either of you! Positively or negatively from the outside perspective.

— It's a bit of a surprise that both of you managed to get romantically involved, especially with 1x1x1x1 saying how she hates sappy things, relationships are not her thing at all!

— But oh man... Hey why is there so much glitter and pink stuff floating around in the air when you also don't seem to like anything or anybody? Is that music playing?

— Jokes aside I think 1x1x1x1 just very slowly starts conversing with you since both of you are haters, eventually the relationship between you does become more than acquaintances.

— Oh you don't like people? Especially a certain someone? Likewise for him too! Definitely has ranted about said certain someone a lot. Somehow she gets very pleased when you join in and agree with him fully. It's quite the ego boost too.

— It's kinda a shame when you guys rarely see each other, that's if you are a survivor and 1x1x1x1 didn't get selected by The Spectre to be the rounds killer. And if they do get selected? Majority of the time you end up being the last man standing with how much she's sparing you.

— Bonus points when you always help him out too! How generous of you to lead another survivor straight towards them and then bail last minute while the survivor screams in pure agony. Even better when it's none other than Shedletsky too, she's letting out her anger immediately on him. So kind of you to help them out.

— When it's just you and 1x1x1x1 alone while the last minute ticks away, you guys either spend that last minute complaining about anything or anybody. Or maybe just quickly catch up a bit before you guys don't see each other again for who knows how long.

— Now, when you're also a killer that's a whole different thing. He can see you whenever he wants to! Both of you can complain together, hate together, that's so romantic to them! While the others do beg to differ but who cares about their opinion, really? It's just you and 1x1x1x1 against the world.

— I wouldn't say he's gonna be your number one fan when you're in a round since you don't need unnecessary boost. Be angry! Be hateful! Let it all out on the survivors! Or perhaps target someone you absolutely despise! They know you can do it, no doubt.

— 1x1x1x1 probably isn't one for praise..? At least expressing it in a way that can come out as positive, you're like the only one she doesn't hate, so, perhaps the best he managed to shoot out was "you're the LAST person I'd start to despise", which honestly works. A compliment from them is a compliment, either take it or leave it.

— In a way this proves that 1x1x1x1 isn't just a negative Nancy. They're surprisingly capable of feeling other things outside of pure hatred, whether or not he hates the fact is up for interpretation.

— They're just... Oddly happy to have someone stick around with them, especially cause hey, both of you are haters. That's the best thing they could ever have gotten from a romantic partner and she's definitely not gonna take it for granted.

[thirteenheavens]

I'm in ovulation (and missing Jeonghan) so consider;

So like, yeah yk he's been too lazy for sex these days. Like he'd tease and all but in the end he'd be like "ah im tired" or "I'm sleepy" and reader is like frustrated so she like gives him those ..hormonal chocolate idk what to call it bruh (CONSENSUALLY) he's like ? But takes it anw and oh shit. He fucks her till her head lolls back it was NASTY AND SHITTT like she's panting and whatnot

this was low-key based off a dream I had with a faceless man lol

Anw i love ur works 💕💕

Taste how much I love you|| Jeonghan

Word count:3.7k+

Notes: you hannie fans are being fed today! Hope you enjoy the long fics :)

Jeonghan has been teasing you all day, his touches lingering a bit too long, his whispers in your ear making your heart race. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he loves the effect he has on you. As the day comes to an end, you're both exhausted from work. Jeonghan yawns dramatically as he flops down onto the bed.

"I'm so tired," he says, stretching out like a cat. "I don't think I have the energy for anything tonight." You pout at him, clearly disappointed. "You were teasing me all day and now you're too tired?" Jeonghan chuckles and pulls you closer to him. "Aw, don't pout, baby. I just need some rest."

He wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You can feel his body heat, and you can't help but notice the way his cock is pressed against your thigh. The next day, Jeonghan continues to avoid any sexual activities, claiming he's still tired from the previous day. You try to initiate things, but he always has an excuse.

"Not now, Y/N," he says, gently pushing your hand away. "I really need to focus on work." He spends the entire day holed up in his office, only coming out for meals and quick showers. You can tell that he's avoiding you, and it frustrates you to no end.

As the day drags on, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You go out and buy a box of hormonal chocolates, hoping that they'll help Jeonghan get in the mood. Jeonghan comes home later that evening, looking worn out. He notices the box of chocolates on the counter and raises an eyebrow.

"What's this?" he asks, picking up the box and examining it. You shrug nonchalantly. "Just some chocolates I thought you might like." Jeonghan opens the box and takes one out, popping it into his mouth. He chews slowly, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"These are... interesting," he says, swallowing the chocolate. "They taste different." He takes another one, and you watch as his expression changes slightly. He seems more alert, more aware of your presence.

As the movie plays, Jeonghan shifts in his seat. He's trying to act normal, but you can tell that the chocolates are starting to affect him. He keeps adjusting himself, crossing and uncrossing his legs. His breathing becomes a bit heavier, and he keeps stealing glances at you.

"Are you okay?" you ask innocently, pretending not to notice his discomfort. Jeonghan nods quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... feeling a bit warm."

He reaches for the remote and turns up the air conditioning, but it doesn't seem to help. He's starting to sweat slightly, and his cheeks are flushed. As the movie continues, Jeonghan's discomfort becomes more apparent. He keeps shifting in his seat, his eyes darting between you and the screen.

"Maybe we should watch something else," he suggests, his voice strained. "This movie is kind of boring." You shake your head. "No, I want to finish it. You picked it out, remember?" Jeonghan groans softly, running a hand through his hair. He's clearly struggling to focus on the movie, his mind obviously preoccupied with other things.

"I need to go to the bathroom," he suddenly says, standing up abruptly. "Be right back." He practically runs out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch. You can hear him muttering to himself as he disappears down the hallway. Jeonghan returns a few minutes later, looking even more flustered than before. He sits back down on the couch, keeping a noticeable distance from you.

"What's wrong?" you ask, feigning innocence. "You look... tense." Jeonghan glares at you, his eyes narrowing. "You know exactly what's wrong," he says through gritted teeth. He shifts again, trying to adjust himself discreetly. It's obvious that he's still hard, and the chocolates are making it worse.

"I can't believe you did this," he mutters, running a hand over his face. "Those chocolates... they're not normal." Jeonghan looks at you with a mix of frustration and desire. He's torn between wanting to give in to his urges and maintaining his composure.

"You're such a tease," he says, his voice low and husky. "You knew exactly what those chocolates would do to me." He moves closer to you, unable to resist the pull. His hand reaches out to touch your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits, his eyes dark with lust. "I want you so badly." Jeonghan takes your hand and places it firmly on his crotch, letting you feel how hard he is. He lets out a soft moan as you touch him, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

"Feel that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's all your fault." He guides your hand up and down his length, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. He's clearly struggling to control himself, his breath coming in short gasps.

"I've been trying to resist you all day," he confesses. "But those chocolates... they've made it impossible." Jeonghan's pleas are desperate, his voice filled with need. He looks at you with a mixture of frustration and desperation.

"Please," he begs, his grip on your hand tightening. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need to be inside you." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've been so pent up all day, and those chocolates have only made it worse. I can't think straight." He presses himself against you, grinding his hard cock against your body. "Please, baby. I need to cum."

"I know you do," you say softly, a smirk playing on your lips. "But you've been teasing me all day too, remember?" Jeonghan groans in frustration, his forehead resting against your shoulder. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just please, help me now."

He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hand still holding yours against his cock. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me have you." Jeonghan watches you get up, his eyes following your every move. He stands up as well, adjusting his pants to try and hide his erection.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice laced with urgency. You don't answer him, simply walking towards the bedroom. Jeonghan follows closely behind, his footsteps quick and eager. Once you reach the bedroom, he closes the door behind him and pins you against it. His body is pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your curves.

"You're such a tease," he growls, nipping at your neck. "You know exactly how to drive me crazy." Jeonghan is impatient, his movements hurried as he quickly removes your clothes. He practically tears your shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly.

"No time for foreplay," he says, his hands roaming over your bare skin. "I need you now." He unbuttons his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He pushes his pants down, freeing his aching cock. It's hard and leaking precum, the head flushed a deep red. He spins you around, pressing you against the door again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he positions himself behind you.

Jeonghan lines himself up with your entrance, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promises, his voice rough with desire. He pushes into you in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a loud moan, his fingers digging into your hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, starting to thrust into you at a fast pace. "So tight and wet." He sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts.

"You're mine," he growls possessively, his hands moving to grab your breasts, squeezing them roughly. "All mine to use and fill up." Jeonghan's cock is throbbing inside you, the veins pulsing with each thrust. He's completely lost in the sensation, his mind clouded with lust.

"I'm so close," he pants, his movements becoming more erratic. "I can't hold back anymore. I need to cum inside you." He reaches down to rub your clit, trying to push you over the edge with him. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock." Jeonghan's hand slams against the wall, his knuckles turning white from the force. He's struggling to maintain control, his body trembling with the effort.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he whimpers, his thrusts becoming more desperate. "Please, please let me cum inside you." He bites down on your shoulder, trying to stave off his orgasm. His cock is twitching inside you, signaling his impending release.

"Yes, cum for me," you moan, your own orgasm building up. "Cum inside me, baby." Your words push Jeonghan over the edge. He lets out a loud cry as he cums, his hot seed spilling deep inside you. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm as he empties himself completely.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his body shuddering against yours. "That was amazing." He collapses against you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he slowly comes down from his high. Jeonghan's cock is still hard, despite his orgasm. He groans in frustration, his hips twitching against you.

"I can't believe I'm still this hard," he mutters, his voice filled with disbelief. "Those chocolates really did a number on me." He grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your sensitive folds. "I need more," he whispers, his hands roaming over your body again. "I need to keep going." Jeonghan lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down gently, positioning himself between your legs.

"I'm going to make you cum again," he says, his eyes dark with determination. "And then I'm going to keep going until I'm completely satisfied." He spreads your legs wide, admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He runs his fingers through it, gathering some on his fingers and bringing it to your lips.

"Taste yourself," he orders, pressing his cum-covered fingers against your mouth. "Taste how good you taste with my cum inside you." Jeonghan seems insatiable, his stamina unmatched. He continues to pound into you for hours, his cock never softening. Each time he cums, he's ready to go again within minutes.

"I can't stop," he gasps, his body glistening with sweat. "I'm addicted to you." He changes positions frequently, trying different angles and positions to prolong his pleasure. He's lost count of how many times he's cum, but he doesn't care. All he knows is that he needs you, needs to fill you up with his seed over and over again.

"You're mine," he repeats like a mantra, his voice hoarse from all the moaning. "Mine to use and breed." Jeonghan flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so that you're on all fours. He enters you from behind, gripping your hips tightly as he resumes his relentless pace.

"I love this position," he growls, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. "I can go even deeper like this." He leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as he reaches around to rub your clit again. His other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.

"Cum for me again," he demands, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock again." He bites down on your shoulder blade, his teeth sinking into your skin as he continues to thrust into you with animalistic force. You cry out in pleasure, tears streaming down your face as Jeonghan pushes you to your limits. Your body is exhausted, but you can't help but respond to his touch.

"Please," you sob, your voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't take anymore." Jeonghan ignores your plea, his pace never faltering. He pulls your hair harder, forcing you to arch your back.

"You can take it," he snarls. "You're going to take every last drop of my cum, whether you want to or not." He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark on your skin. "You're mine to use and break, remember?" Jeonghan is panting heavily, his muscles burning with exhaustion, but he refuses to stop. He's determined to make you his completely, to claim you as his own.

"I won't stop until I'm completely spent," he grunts, his movements becoming more erratic. "I don't care how tired I am." He can feel his orgasm building again, but he holds back, wanting to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. His cock is aching from overuse, but he ignores the pain, focusing solely on your body.

"I'm going to fill you up one more time," he promises, his voice strained. "And then maybe I'll finally be satisfied." You're both a mess of sweat, tears, and cum. Your bodies are trembling from exhaustion, but Jeonghan keeps going, his grip on you unyielding.

"I can't stop," he repeats through gritted teeth, his voice breaking. "I'm so close, baby. Just a little more." He's crying now too, tears mixing with the sweat on his face. The intensity of the situation is overwhelming for both of you, but neither of you wants to stop. The pleasure is too intense, too addictive.

"I love you," he chokes out, his voice cracking. "I love you so much." Jeonghan's movements become frantic as he nears his final orgasm. He's lost all sense of control, completely consumed by his need for you.

"I'm gonna cum," he sobs, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm gonna cum so hard." He buries himself deep inside you one last time, his body shaking violently as he releases yet another load of cum. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

"I can't believe we did that," he whispers, his voice hoarse and weak. "I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life." He gently rolls off of you, pulling you into his arms. His hands are trembling as he strokes your hair, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Cum leaks out of you, pooling between your legs and staining the sheets. Jeonghan watches it with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

"Look at the mess we made," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're completely filled with my cum." He runs his fingers through the mess, scooping up some of it and bringing it to your lips again. "Taste it," he says softly. "Taste how much I love you." You take his fingers into your mouth, tasting the salty mixture of his cum and your juices. Jeonghan watches you intently, his eyes dark with desire even after all he's done.

"You're so good," he praises, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "You took everything I gave you so well." He pulls you closer, his hand resting on your stomach. "I can feel it inside you," he murmurs. "My cum is inside you, claiming you as mine."

He kisses your forehead gently, his touch tender despite the roughness of his actions earlier. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice filled with possessiveness. "And I'm never letting you go." Jeonghan holds you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

"We need more of those chocolates," he says, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "They really did something to me." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I can't believe how intense it made me feel," he admits. "I've never been that out of control before."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with affection. "But I don't regret it," he adds. "I love you, and I love what we just did together."

[wafflexdguy]

Just Truckin' Along (Shelly)

Continuation of this

A path has been chosen.

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...

Shelly.

…

Shelly?

What did she need you for again? Did she even explain what she needed you for? Sure, you weren’t busy today, you didn’t exactly have anything to do… Whatever, you aren’t complaining. 

You don't think you were, anyway.

Speaking of Shelly, where was she anyway? You don't think she told you. That kind of sucked, would have made things easier if she told you.

...Who are you kidding? She's probably in her room or the library. It's usually one of those two.

Still though, that interaction with Pebble was weird. He never usually woke you up like that.

You walk towards the elevator, planning to go to the library first. Being left alone with your thoughts, you ponder... What was that voice?

The only things you were able to make out were 'paths' and 'chosen'... Maybe it wasn't anything big? Maybe it was, but even so, there isn't anything you can do about it, you don't think.

That voice still echoed in your head, as if in a reminder of who you were supposed to be hanging out with. Sure, it felt weird that some things felt distorted or altered, but then again... That's what it felt like every day.

...Were you becoming Twisted?

....Nah.

The elevator comes to a stop with a ding, with opened doors revealing a libarby. Filled to the brim with a variety of books and smooks!

As you traverse the elevator, searching for your friend you come across a book. A great book, some would consider. As you open it and read through it, you came across a realization.

Shelly would love this book.

It's basically about how you could sew anything you wanted, which included dinosaurs alongside other biology, geography, entomology, food science and how to make 'creatures' with a black substance facts. It's multiple subjects all at once, which is a lot to take in.

You set the book down. You can show it to her later.

You continue to traverse the library. It doesn't have much to it, really. It has info cards on other toons you know, but you don't read them. There's not really a reason to.

Eventually, you come across your 'main' friend. You don't initially say anything, just trying to figure out what she's doing. As it turns out, threading a needle through fabric. It doesn't seem like she's making a plushie, but more of a... apron?

"Whuzzat?" You ask, startling the shelled toon. Shelly's eyes dart towards you in a pin pricked fashion before returning to normal. She smiles at your presence.

She waves at you. "Hey lea! And- nothing too big." She waves off with a shaky smile. "Just helping out another friend. You know how it is."

You don't say anything, just sitting beside Shelly. You watch her work on fixing up on what you can now make out clearly a damaged apron. Some tears on it and some Ichor on it.

"That don't look good." You comment. Shelly sighs but she forces another smile.

"Yeah, turns out Sprout took his apron with him on a run." She starts. You not that one of her brows lower.

"And somehow and for some reason found enough caramel to pour on his head and just-" She sounded frustrated while she was talking, stopping sewing for a moment to take a breather.

She sputters as she scans your expression, "B-but even though he got hit by a twisted, I'm still a good enough friend to help him out!" You could barely make out an 'even if it is his fault', but don't comment on it.

"Well," You start, smiling slightly. "it's not like I'm much better, y'know? You remember how many times I got hit by a twisted and ruined my outfit multiple times?"

She giggles, clearly recalling the memory. "Haha, yeah! But at least you weren't blind for it."

"I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, hehe..."

"Hey, you still did it!" She brightens up. "And besides, that was mostly when the whole operation started! You've gotten so much better since then!"

You chuckle. "I suppose, though I wouldn't say I've gotten 'much' better, just..." You wave your hands around in a circular motion, "good-er."

She snorts. "Gooder?"

"Gooder."

"You mean gouda?" Shelly jokes.

"What, like the cheese? No!" You laugh with Shelly.

She winks. "Well, you gouda have more confidence in your abilities!"

You laugh breathlessly. "Well, we gouda spend more time together."

Shelly blushed. It wasn't immediately noticeable since her expression hadn't really changed, but she seemed happier now. That was good, you think.

She seemed less tense now. Less frustrated.

"You know..." She started. "Now that you do say it, it is nice spending more time with you."

"Really?" You ask, tilting your head.

"Yeah! It's like... You can understand me. The real me. And won't forget about me like-..." She cuts herself off. She slightly tenses as she seems to be thinking about something.

She shakes her head. "A-anyway, I just wanted to say thank you." She says, smiling. "For being here."

...Maybe you should press further about what she was thinking about?

...Nah, don't push it.

"It's not a problem; you'd do the same thing for me." You say, waving it off.

"Sure would!" She gave you two thumbs up.

For a moment, both of you stay silent. Enjoying the others company. The silence was eventually broken by you giving an awkward cough.

"So, what did you need me for?" You ask, crossing your arms.

Her smile disappeared, replaced by a confused expression. "What do you mean?"

You stay silent for a moment. "What- didn't you..." You trail off. You swear you had to hang out with someone today, that voice echoed in your head the word 'Shelly', which was the person right in front of you.

So why didn't she know what you were talking about? Why didn't you know what you were talking about?

"Uh, hey, lea?" She says, grabbing your attention from the bubble you were in. "You okay?"

"I-" You cut yourself off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe I'm just misremembering something." You say, waving it off.

"Yeah, I do that all the time haha..." She laughs weakly.

You tap your finger against the table you two were sitting at. "Oh, hey! Before I forget I found a book that you may have liked! You want me to show you it?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off.

"It has dinosaurs in it."

"Yes." She simply says, grinning ear to ear. You chuckle as you sit up and as Shelly grabs the apron and put it into a pouch she has on her and gets up with you. You lead the way.

As you walk, your mind ponders.

Were you really misremembering things? You don't really do that, you don't think. Maybe you should ask that to Shelly later.

...Maybe.

...Was it really you that misremember that?

Was someone else

Morning passes as you groggily open your eyes. Dark room, dark bed... Dark.... dog?

No, wait; that's Pebble.

"Bark!" Barks the rock as he licks your face, promptly waking you up. You sputter as you attempt to regain your barring's. You don't say anything at first, just kind of staring at him and his bulging eyes. Eventually you chuckle and pat him on the head. 

"Morning Pebble." You say as you rise from your blanket. Pebble jumps down from your bed and turns back towards you, tail wagging. You get out from your bed, raising a brow as usually Pebble doesn't greet you like this in the morning. 

Confused, before you can say anything a voice calls from outside your room.

"Pebble! Where are ya, buddy?" A familiar voice call out for their pet. As if on cue, Pebble runs out of your room to go greet his master. Did you leave that door open when you went to bed? Weird. It's not like you have a dog flap, so you suppose you did. 

You exit your room as Pebble jumps into the rainbow-colored flower toons arms. "There you are! Where were you?"

"Waking me up." You say flatly, looking at the flower. Dandy's pupils shrink as he looks up at you, shocked. Sort of shocked, anyway. 

...Hey... Have you said this before?

"Oh, hey there!" He greeted, smiling warmly. His smile however turns into a thin line as he looks down at his pet rock. "Wait, Pebble! You can't just wake up other toons like that!" Dandy reprimands. 

"Eh, it's fine." You gently wave off, grabbing Dandy's attention with a raised brow. "I think..." You drift off. Something happened, something overwhelming something... different. You couldn't place your finger on it.

"Uh, hey buddy... You okay?" Dandy asks, slightly concerned.

Someone asked that before.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, waving him off. "Just DeJa'Vu or something."

"You sure?" He asks. "You were staring at the floor kinda heavily there, and there was nothing there, haha..." He awkwardly chuckles.

"Like I said, just DeJa'Vu, I think." You just shrug. "It's probably nothing."

"If you insist..." He says, scanning you over. Even Pebble seemed slightly concerned. Was your expression really that heavy?

"Anyways," Dandy starts. "I suppose I'll leave you to it!" He says, stepping past you. "See you later friend!"

You wave as he leaves. As he turns the corner, your mind drifts. 

...

Who were you supposed to hang out with today...?

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This world...

It truly is great, isn't it?

Good friends, good food, good experiences...

Truly a shame what happened to it.

...

Nonetheless.

A path has been chosen.

...

Of course...

...

Well...

What am I to say, hmm?

After all...

A Path Has Already Been Chosen.

[fractale-circuit]

doc getting viscerally nauseous from the idea of hank being a person with feelings rather than a living weapon. like the implication that he's putting a real person, one like him, through something worse than hell is. it makes me feel like. oh. ohhgh oh noooo

i noticed the tags on almost every reblog of that scenario i posted were some variation of garbled screaming and agony. i think that's good! my work here is done.

the thing is.. hank's humanity (gruntness? gruntmanity..?) is endlessly complicated, be it from their perspective or others'. hank isn't sure they are human, even before they're magnified which is an entire other can of worms.. they really feel more like a glorified piece on a chessboard than anything else, just one that stabs any hands reaching to try to move it and flings itself across the board for fun.

in turn.. pain is very normalized to them, if they feel it at all. subhuman things do not feel pain or express it. when they are injured, especially after some time (post mc6/being revived repeatedly by tricky), they hardly even notice and will go through a mission battered and bloody with almost nothing from their pain receptors, paying no mind until something serious happens or the blood loss makes them faint.

2b has to force them for checkups, for surgery, for anything, because they fail to see there is a problem. if they do see one, they know it's nothing they can't handle themselves and they've probably been through worse. i have an rp with my partner of hank actually hiding away after 2b sews up a wound to rip out the stitches and redo it themselves with regular sewing thread, because that's how they've always done it and they aren't permanently dead yet. the thing about stuff with high exposure, they lose their meaning over time.. for hank, those things are pain and death.

so after years of having to make them accept their humanity by way of accepting their pain, of course 2b is unbearably rattled to his core by them choosing to indicate that they hurt, to stare that humanity in the face and go to him instead of punching their reflection. it's almost like their way of asking for comfort.. "you are the only one i've ever known that cared when i am in pain, even i don't care anymore. i never could. please make it stop."

and.. i don't think 2b intends to treat hank like they're subhuman and continue that narrative, but he subconsciously does. he doesn't have much of a choice in that, really. this is where i think 2b accidentally parallels jebediah, but if you told him that he'd make you swallow all of your teeth; he's a man with his gaze focused so hard on his goals that everything else tends to go blurry. he's a control freak, he wants to succeed. success is fighting to make hank obey, bringing them back from the dead, demanding they kill and die over and over for eternity until he feels accomplished.

so to have one of those sacrifices look at him with humanity in their eyes and ask him for help.. he has to look through hank more than at them. he actually seizes in his movements and tenses uncomfortably, he can already feel bile rising in his throat and he desperately wants to tell them to leave, because this is too much for him and he's selfish. he really always did put himself before anybody else, didn't he? he makes himself ill.

he doesn't have the heart to refuse them, as much as he wishes he did. he swallows hard and tells them to hurry up and settle in then, because he's busy goddammit. and they do, and he looks at them and listens to them, and he sees and feels their exhaustion.

2bdamned wants to apologize, or maybe he doesn't want to, because that's admittance. treating someone with a very slight increase in warmth in their time of need is the coward's way of saying sorry. hank accepts his apology with understanding nods, the coward's way of saying thank you. they really are made for each other, you know..

[arcane-ish]

I always headcanon that Jinx's relationship with Silco is that she loves him, but thinks that he's fucking stupid (about some things).

That she at some point in her life had a growing up moment where she began to see that you don't have to take everything he says at face value and at same time she had the emotional intelligence to see the vulnerability behind it.

I always feel that puts me at odds with both the people who are more "they had the perfect relationship, she should have carried on his legacy" and people who are more "omg he manipulated and brainwashed her".

Don't get me wrong, just because I think that she thinks that she's smarter than him and doing him a favor doesn't mean that influence or even manipulation didn't affect her choices or the way she sees the world (maybe even in ways that she doesn't even understand).

And I don't think that this is even in the way of a darker read on their relationship, I'm sure there are full on abusive relationship where the abused person stays because they think abusive partner needs them and they have to stay to protect them.

But yeah, basically, I think at some point Jinx came to see Silco's rants about Vander and betrayal as an expression of pain, not something to actually believe in. I think at some point she came to think his insistance that their life stories are that similar is just flat wrong (but imo doesn't tell him that much because she knows it's pointless, he's just gonna rant more). We see this in her eagerness to reunite with Vi, her story about she felt Vi was always with her, so she clearly doesn't think Vi is like Vander or how Silco sees Vander, she never gave up hope to be with Vi (even if she was afraid Vi would judge her).

I read her stealing of the crystal and killing of the enforcers against Silco's wishes as another "she thinks Silco's methods are stupid and not working". Yeah, there's an underlying "she is upset about the Firelight job" to motivate it. But imo it has elements of straining against Silco's "let's just wait and see and keep plotting and accumulating power". So I never thought her calling Silco's revolution stupid in season 2 out of character.

Another big example to me is the river scene. At the beginning, she's pretty snarky "rolling my eyes teenager" about it. But right before, her expression is kind of hopeful. She wants it to work, she wants to give it a chance.

But imo the promise of Silco's little stunt was that it would "fix her", fix her demons. And for a short while, she's elated, works on the weapon. But eventually she comes down, she's still hearing voices, she still feels insecure about herself, and she still loves Vi.

So I think she had a moment of downness/disillusionment after that. It doesn't work, of course it didn't work, Silco is stupid and his promises are wrong, we are not alike as he insists we are.

But she doesn't confront him about it. She doesn't run into his office and yell that he broke his promises, that it didn't work she still feels just like before, that he's stupid. So I think there are elements there that Jinx doesn't tell him certain things, as mixtures between not wanting to hurt his feelings (a very "parentified" kind of move) and thinking it's pointless he just wouldn't listen.

Like, she clearly wasn't open to him about loving Vi and still feeling a connection with her, likely because she had zero faith that he would be understanding and genuinely comforting about it (because he is incapable of not projecting his Vander issues into the situation).

So in that way, it feels very fitting to me that Jinx finds the Vander letter. I think she had a lot of empathy for Silco about the Vander&Silco situation and at the same time, I think Silco's inability to be normal/gain any distance about the Vander situation really stood between Jinx and Silco and them having a fully open and caring relationship where he truly sees her how she really is.

Jinx is a silly goose sometimes

[juaneloriginal]

Hi! Kinda just got here and I’m curious what the love virus does

Is it like a romantic desire for someone or NSFW? I’m curious because I don’t know what I’ll find on this blog and also because this AU is super interesting

The love virus just makes the emotions of the user explosive and unstable

That combined with painter's manic personality makes it even worse, him at times tearing his body apart due to the sheer extreme of his emotions.

In terms of what the virus wants/does in general, is information, it wants to absorb as much information as it can, but it doesn't really use it.

due to being trapped down in Blacksite with no way of connection to the outside world because Urbanshade cut all of it so the virus wouldn't be able to spread, it urges the virus to find a way out, using the user's desires to achieve that

What it does with painter is manipulate him into wanting more info for a certain purpose, making him hallucinate and appearing at random times to just taunt him.

Since painter loves art the virus will start to deteriorate his ability to do so, making painter frustrated and in response, trying to find ways to get better, absorbing all the art that he can find down in the Blacksite (like an ai does) and the very little the virus was able to grab from the outside world in the very few milliseconds it passed out there, enticing him to get out to absorb more

Besides that, it will also deteriorate his ability to remember certain information, like bro at times would try to throw a fact and it will come out as: "Picasso painted the mona lisa" or smth

the virus also taunts him with his relationship with Sebastian, telling him "He we love us if we are all free".

phun phact: sometimes the virus makes random parts of his body feel weird and itchy, so painter just like buries something in there and tries to scratch the spot with that

also him with my angel teehee

The info might change as i develop the au, also i feel like i explained it like shit here and did not say all i wanted to say but honestly is the best i could do

[stupidlittlespirit]

this is maybe a niche complaint and people might disagree but i think it's really fucking foul how talking about your own experience with abuse is considered 'trauma dumping'. These weaponised pop psychology terms have done a number on normal human interactions.

[cummodus]

they're such a happy family

[lloydfrontera]

my biggest gripe with the manhwa rn is that they made javier more of an asshole than he is in the novel and then took away most of the scenes where we see him being kind and soft with others.

javier can be an ass, he is a brat and he's especially annoying when he's with lloyd, but above anything else he is kind and loyal and selfless and good. i cannot emphasize enough how good javier is. he's the kind of person who cannot see someone in trouble or danger and do nothing about it. he's the kind of person who would sacrifice his life for total strangers and no hope of any reward. he's the kind of person who can't even enjoy a lavish party without feeling guilty because he'd much rather help people in need with that money.

he's so fucking good, lloyd is a little annoyed by it because he keeps getting dragged into life-threatening situations because javier just won't stop helping people they don't even know. mind you, lloyd is also endeared by this and would not want him to change but god can it be frustrating in his endeavor to keep them both alive.

there's this particular scene that i just. i'm so sad it was cut. where javier is helping around the refugee camp, going without sleeping and eating so he can focus on helping as many people as possible and then he spots a little kid that got lost on his way back. so he decides to help him.

and he's so gentle with this kid.

Javier walked over to the kid and called him. The flustered boy looked up. Javier strove to put on a warm smile on his face. "Are you lost?" “...” The boy nodded, his eyes all wet. Javier carefully stroked the boy's head. "I think I can help you with that. Why don't you let me help find your tent?" suggested Javier. “...” The boy nodded again. "But why didn't you eat the food? It's going to get cold. Are you not hungry?" "I am… hungry," the boy finally said. But what he said next caught Javier by surprise. "But I won't eat it," said the boy. "Why not?" "My mother is hungrier." "Is that so?" "Yes." “...” Javier wondered why this kid came out to take the food when he had a mother. There must be a reason, he thought to himself. He held out his hand. "I will hold the tray for you." "..." "I won't spill it. I promise." "Okay..." Javier took the tray and wrapped the boy’s hand with his own.

like. god. javier is not a naturally warm person. he's very reserved and stoic and sometimes outright cold, but he still tries so hard with this kid. because he knows what it's like to be him. he knows what it's like to be a child and be scared and hungry and without a home. and he remembers how much it meant for a kind adult to reach out a hand to him and help. and he wants to be that to others too.

everything he does, he does because he genuinely believes it's the right thing to do and therefore his obligation. and even when it doesn't come naturally to him, like being warm and gentle to a child, he still tries his best to do so.

and like that wasn't enough, when they finally find the kid's mom, javier finds out she's blind. recently blinded actually. that she used all her strength to get her child to safety and now she has to depend on him to take care of them because she can't do it anymore. her blouse is smudged with porridge.

so javier kneels down and explains who he is, why he's there and that he wants to help. he lifts up a spoonful of food and slowly and carefully starts to feed her himself. she's a complete stranger and javier doesn't hesitate one second to do this for her.

this is who javier is!! this is who he is at his core!! he's kind and he's selfless and he's above all else good!!

if your audience can't imagine javier comforting a child, then you failed your audience. you missed the point of his character.

[goldentigerfestival]

Yuri's dialogue (JP) is so fascinating to study, like... the repetitive use of certain words/phrases that others use sparingly but he uses constantly. the way it feels like his vocabulary is more expansive than what he uses, but he defaults to a "comfort" level of speech. the way it mixes in with his sort of "street talk" words and the sheer level of informality. the way his "street talk" phrasing is contrasted by the tone of his voice (on that note, people I know who also know JP are also very endeared by these aspects of him so I KNOW IT'S NOT JUST ME!!!).

'cause the thing is, he uses phrases that yeah, other people do use, but he uses a handful over and over and over (contrast to other characters' sparing use of repetition). it's actually... really refreshing? it sounds more relatable and less "video game/anime/JRPG/RPG" writing or something, idk. like closer to how a real person would speak.

I do my best in my translations not to make things sound too stiff across the board, but Yuri makes it so easy. it's why I'm so interested in translating all his lines in Vesperia, like... the actual, original tone for him with his original wording because it's smth Eng only players don't get to experience ('cause even if you listen with JP audio, if you don't know the language, ofc you're gonna miss out on context. it's nobody's fault for not knowing, just... they unfortunately miss out). the thing is, there are a lot of times when the lines in and of themselves are not contextually incorrect in the English ver (usually the situation for smaller scenes, because they altered the text outright for more important stuff which was the stuff that originally set me off, but there were also plenty of cases of just vocal tone shifting with the correct context that still gave off the wrong impression), but Yuri's tone is shifted away from the original in Eng even though it's completely and perfectly translatable.

I am by no means about to translate the entire game because let's face it, I really don't care that much for Vesperia on the whole. I'm kinda stuck with it because Yuri's there lo and behold I actually am WAY more engaged in his stories in Rays, Link and Asteria because it's an amazing character put into circumstances where he actually gets to shine and feels more alive, which Vesperia did not provide nearly as well with its very disjointed story. also, Tales gachas have banger stories that are arguably better than the mainline games, and they regularly make Yuri a very central character to the gachas. Crestoria was also about to do it until they pulled the plug on that game and I'm pretty confident something interesting has been lost to the world. also I just generally don't have the energy or motivation to do that, so... I'll only be focusing on Yuri's lines, especially because his stuff is where the bulk of the messing around was. he's just insanely fun to translate for and I love burying myself head first into his speech.

will I actually finish this project? dunno. will I get around to posting it? whatever I get done (so all of it if I complete it), and if I decide to call it quits then I'll post what I have at the time I decide that. will it take a long time? probably, but I can always mention stuff along the way...

[daz4i]

a bit sad to see fic writers take "this character isn't as mean as they may initially seem/they're only mean on the outside but soft on the inside" and run with it in the opposite direction by never making them mean at all. this isn't adressing their nuance this is just removing another aspect of their character 😔

and like i know that for some it's a response to haters and other misunderstanders who insist they're purely mean, and so said writers (and the character's fans as a whole) try to prove otherwise/try to explore said hidden side and just go a little too far with it. but man does it make me sad to see my boy massacred like this. give him his flavor back 💔