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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years ago

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Nightwing #80 Review

woot woot i’ve kept it up for three issues lets gooo. i liked this issue more than the last one. there’s a lot of fanon dick characterization peppered in, but not so much that it puts me off entirely. also, i’m getting increasingly concerned about bitewing. but i did like tim in this one, very nice

look at all the blue and purple and pink. honestly at this point, i’m a broken record but come on come on come onnnnnnn. the blue and pink is very pretty though. this cover’s a bit offputting at first, and a bit spiraly, which i’m sure was the intended effect.

this is a genuine concern of mine. dick’s a vigilante, and he doesn’t have the same sprawling network and resources that bruce does. (even if he is a billionaire now, he hasn’t amassed the same collection of crime-fighting equipment that bruce has.)

i’m not sure if he’ll be able to take care of bitewing. damian’s got plenty of pets, but alfred used to take care of them, and now bruce plus the rest of the batfam is taking care of them. as far as we know, babs only drops by occasionally, and the same goes for dick’s family and friends. will dick be able to give bitewing the love and time and affection that a traumatized puppy like her needs? i really hope so.

she does look adorable in this panel tho.

dick. richard. richie. baby. why are you shirtless.

you have scars upon scars. probably chemical burns. bullet wounds. weird fucking squiggly lines from knives that only psychos with blade fetishes use. no normal person has the body that you do. and you don’t think that showing up shirtless in front of the police is going to raise suspicion? you don’t think that the people accusing you of murder are going to look at someone who looks like they’re a fucking mob enforcer and go hmm that��s a bit suspicious?

put on a SHIRT jesus CHRIST it’s like you’re not even trying to hide your identity.

look at this pompous little princess demanding only the highest quality head pets i’d burn down latvia for her. (no offense latvians it was the first country that popped into my head.)

pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy-

no seriously kudos to the artist here. his expression is so human i wanna cry. dick, right now, is sheepishly asking a question. he knows he’s not going to get into any real trouble, he knows that he’ll be able to talk his way out of or somehow maneuver his way off this mess. but he’ll play nice for the police, so he’s asking a friend for a favour, part self-condescendingly and part oh-well-what-can-you-do.

and his expression reflects that. rather than a stoic expressionless face most male comic characters have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), rather than the weird desperate supposedly “seductive” face that most female comic characters plus dick grayson have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), he’s making a face that i pulled like yesterday. or the day before that. it’s kind of silly, kind of casual, very much human. i like it.

thank god. proper (in character) acknowledgement for officer grayson. yea, fuck cops in general, but i like that they included this line.

obviously, he’s not talking about the actual criminals, he’s talking about the police force itself. the bpd was too corrupt, and dick realized that he wasn’t helping. not only does one clean cop not make a dent in an overall dirty force, but dick was putting his allies in danger too. not only that, but it wasn’t good for dick’s mental health either. he was spreading himself too thin, and surrounding himself with some of the worst of crime 24/7 did a number on him. dick’s got a history of self-sacrificing tendencies, and i’m just glad he’s not a cop anymore.

dick has a gotham rogues mug. they make gotham rogue mugs, and dick has one.

what kinda city looks at it’s frankly horrible crime history and long list of certifiably insane serial killers who are all still alive and actively committing war crimes and goes “oooooh yea imma put that on a coffee mug!” gotham, that’s who.

this isn’t important i just like how all of bitewing’s barks are blue

back straight, hand on his hip, cheerful smile on his face as he says he’s being accused for murder. love that for him.

they couldn’t have said “yea it’s complicated” in a better way even if they put the words “yea it’s complicated” right there on the page in bold red letters. literally all the love to the artists.

dick please. you’re KILLING ME what the actual fuck IS THAT???? WHY DO YOU HAVE A MUG OF THAT???

anyway nightwing collects novelty mugs confirmed.

this paneling is so beautiful.

tim’s the focus, but he’s not the first thing you see. he’s placed in a way that forces the reader to drag their eyes all the way up the page in order to reach him. it us know just how high up tim is carelessly crouching, especially close to the ledge of the building too. i cannot think of a single better way to introduce a character, and this character in particular: you instantly know this is a version of tim with plenty of experience and training, is comfortable in his body and knows his limits, but still hangs onto that civilian awe of being in a high place and overlooking a brightly lit city.

absolute classic robin. i love it.

this isn’t even that important but it made me happy. this is how you train surf.

you don’t crouch or bend over when you get to a tunnel, which is oddly enough what most people think (at least from my experience). you bend backward. that not only 100% ensures that you’ll make sure you’re low enough to make it through the tunnel (because you can see the top of the tunnel, unlike when you crouch or bend), but it also makes it easier to get up: all you have to do is push up with your arms into a bent stance, and you’ll be in a ready, moving position. from a bend or a crouch, getting up is more awkward and more slow.

on a meta level, i like that this creative team knows what they’re doing when it comes to the small, almost unimportant stuff like that, because it makes the action more real. (as real as you can get with a guy running around stealing hearts.)

on a in-universe level, it once again drives home both dick and tim’s experience and professional level skill.

regardless of who you side with in the “should tim drake be robin again?” debate, you gotta admit that tim’s rebirth robin suit is r a d as fuck. if i’m not mistaken, this is the same one he was wearing in 2019 young justice for a little bit? it’s cute and hella cool i like it.

remember what i said about human expressions? doesn’t happen as often to tim bc he’s a Child, but it’s still nice to note when someone humanizes him, too. (that’s why i love the duckboy panel so much lol.)

me, at first: that’s not a “good call” dick that’s just common sense

me, now: sprinkled throughout the entire comic we can see dick bending to tim’s instructions if only briefly, joking with him to keep the mood light while still maintaining a serious mood and retaining control over this particular outing. this implies that dick’s doing it intentionally, purposefully leaving places in his sentences blank and offering affirmations, in order to encourage tim and train him in things bruce might not necessarily touch on, such as social chameleoning and misdirection techniques and love/affirmation from a family member. dick is not only a loving and supportive big brother, but he never stops training his younger brother in better vigilante tecnhiques because he wants tim to be better than him. in this essay i will-

d o g g o

also bitewing is getting so many head pats today i’m living for it

look at him, standing on a telephone wire with ease. nice flex, dick.

also look at how he’s silhouetted. the moon’s full bright, bright enough that the sky around dick is light, too. (at least. i’m like 99% sure that’s the moon.) not like most batman comics, where it’s sometimes hard to distinguish bruce from the background, which is entirely on purpose.

gotham is a dark gritty city, and so is bruce. the two of them are one. bludhaven may be a bit of a mess, but it’s being portrayed in all these different shades of blue and purple and pink, that are all light enough that dick stands out from the background. he hasn’t been swallowed up by the city, and chances are that he won’t ever be. also, the colouring helps establish bludhaven as a city too. there’s still hope for it. the light colouring means that it’s not going to sink into a pit as deep as the one bruce wove gotham into. the whole point of this nightwing arc in particular is to turn bludhaven into a better place, and it’s (most likely) letting us know early on that dick is going to accomplish that. he’ll struggle, but he’ll do it.

so dick??? dick designed his escrima sticks with a situation like this in mind? he created his signature and most iconic weapon (other than his chatty mouth), with a built in feature that turns his escrima sticks into tim’s signature and most iconic weapon???? just so that if he and tim ever got into a situation where tim didn’t have his staff, dick could make sure tim had the thing that would give him an edge over anyone he was fighting??? he’s such a big brother oh my goddd.

also tim’s smirk in this is just *chef kiss.* a staff is something he can work with, a staff is something he wields like an extension of his arm, a staff is means that someone’s about to get their ass kicked because tim’s about to beat the shit outta them.

this is my new phone background.

they really made sure we remembered that hey, those first few months when bruce was grieving too much to be any sort of a mentor to tim and was still unwilling to properly train him to be robin out of fear that he would end up like jason, dick was the one who stepped up (once he got over himself and his own fears and hangups with bruce) and trained tim to be robin, trained him how to fight and flip and fuckin fly out there, all while changing his own style a bit to be the more experienced one in the partnership while still trusting said partner to hold their own, so dick and tim have a very unique and cohesive fighting style that makes it hell for anyone who fights them together, didn’t they?

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taegis-gf · 5 years ago

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Forbidden - Part 3

Dealer!yoongi x Reader

Warnings ➜ smut, oral (f receiving), non-protected sex, some light choking, some angst and a little fluffy, yoongi got beat up a little :(

Summary ➜ You never meant to lock eyes with the beautiful stranger at Namjoon’s house party, you also didn’t mean to completely fall for him, knowing exactly how dangerous it was.

Word Count ➜ 6.5K

NB: if drug-taking in fics isn’t for you/or makes you uncomfortable, also reader is literally getting with a drug dealer, so if any of this isn't for you - please don’t read!

Notes ➜ hey. guys hehe i hope u enjoy this im in a little bit of a rut with it as i dont even really know where im taking it yet, thank u for being patient with me and lmk what u think ! also sorry for any spelling errors!!

PART1 | PART2 | PART3

The next few days passed without you hearing a word from Yoongi. You had refrained from texting him, always being too stubborn for your own good, plus he definitely didn’t deserve a text from you, However, from the way he had been ghosting you, you had assumed he probably didn’t even care or notice that you were mad at him.

You had gotten past the sad stage of it all and had now reached anger, what had you been thinking jumping into bed with someone you barely knew?

It hadn’t felt like that at the time though, you had thought you and Yoongi had a connection.

Why did it feel so right when he was with you, why did you two click so well?

And why the hell couldn’t you stop thinking about him?

He was making your life hard, consuming every thought, you had barely got your essay submitted in time and when you did you were pretty sure it didn’t even make any sense, just a spew of words on a document that you wanted out of your sight so you go back to wallowing in self-pity about some boy.

You admittedly had not left your dorm since Jungkook had spoken to you, that was 2 days ago and you really needed to get Yoongi out of your mind instead of lying in your bed and just thinking.

You were driving yourself crazy admittedly, and you knew you were being dramatic, it wasn’t like Yoongi even owed you anything, the two of you were only at the beginning of something that didn’t even have a label yet.

However, you just wanted something even if it was a ‘I never wanna see you again’, at least it would be some sort of closure.

The sound of your phone ringing instantly made you jump, the silence being so harshly interrupted it scared you half to death.

You closed your eyes for a moment before flipping your phone over only to feel major disappointment when you saw it wasn’t Yoongi’s name on your screen.

You answered anyway with a heavy heart.

“Hey Tae, what’s up?” You asked.

“What’s up?! You haven’t responded to me in 3 days, what’s up with you?” He asked, his tone sounded concerned and you could only smile sadly at the compassion your friend seemed to have for you.

“Nothing Tae I’ve just been distracted with work you know?”

You could hear him sighing softly before he spoke again.

“I’m calling to let you know we’re all going over to Joon’s, if you would read the damn groupchat I wouldn’t be calling you.”

You scoffed at the curt tone he used with you but you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way.

“Joon’s? I’m not really in the mood for a party Tae-“

“It’s not a party,” Taehyung said, cutting you off. “It’ll just be the 7 of us babe. Please come, I miss you.”

“How many time have I told you to stop calling me that?” You asked rolling your eyes at the wall.

“Just say you’ll come? I can even come get you.” Taehyung offered.

You supposed it was better than wallowing in your bed another day.

“Yeah fine okay, I’ll come.” You said.

“Good I’m glad, I’ll come get you in about an hour, get dressed I’ll ring you when I’m outside.”

With a quick 'goodbye' Taehyung hung up and you decided to get up and make yourself look human.

You opted for no makeup and just some simple sweats, you knew you and the guys would probably just be watching a movie so you didn’t see the point in dressing up any more than that, although you couldn’t count how many times a simple hangout had been a ruse to get you to a party.

Taehyung called you again to inform you he was waiting outside, so you quickly grabbed your phone and coat and left your dorm as quick as you could.

When you finally reached outside you saw Taehyung’s car and made a beeline, opening the door and jumping in you plastered a smile on your face hoping it would take away from the prying questions you assumed Taehyung had lined up.

“Hey Tae, thanks for coming to get me, a cab to Joon’s is so fucking expensive and I know I’m super out of the way, so I appreciate it.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Please, you know I would come to get you even if you were 500 miles out of the way, what are friends for?” He stated as he started up the engine.

The drive was silent for the most part, you were surprised as you had expected Taehyung to go into full-blown interrogation mode on why you’d been ignoring everyone, but he didn’t, maybe he was waiting on you coming to him, if that was the case he’d be waiting a long ass time.

As he pulled up and you both went inside your heart warmed at the sight of your friends all talking and laughing with each other, you hadn’t seen them like this in a while and it almost made you tear up.

“Hey guys.” You said as you kicked off your shoes and took a spot on the sofa in between Jungkook and Taehyung as he had decided to follow you and sit wherever you were going.

“Hey Y/N, we all thought you were dead.” Hoseok said as stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth.

Everyone else murmured in agreement with a few sly comments about ignored messages and calls.

You closed your eyes and decided the best thing to do was to state you’d had a lot of work to catch up on and that becoming a recluse was the only way you would get it all finished.

You didn’t miss the way Jungkook side-eyed you but simply chose to not look his way for the sake of saving yourself the judgemental looks about your obvious lying to your best friends.

“Come onnnnnnn. Will someone put on a good horror movie already, and Joon please throw me a beer.” Taehyung called.

Everyone got settled as a movie was picked and the lights were switched off.

That was when your phone decided to vibrate in your pocket.

You slipped it halfway out just trying to glance at the notification and your heart jumped when you saw the name on the screen.

Notification: Yoongi: iMessage(s) 1

You muttered some excuse about needing to pee, and jumped off the sofa to run upstairs, needing to compose yourself before you unlocked your phone.

8:37PM

Yoongi: hey i cant even begin to explain how sorry I am…i understand 100% if you don’t want to speak to me again

You watched as you saw the typing dots disappear and reappear as you stared at your phone. Then another message came through.

Yoongi: i really wanted to call you but i was afraid you’d be too mad and wouldn’t pick up so please if theres even a chance you’ll speak to me again - call me. If u don’t i undertsand and i wont bother you anymore.. i feel so stupid Y/N you don’t deserve this

Your heart was beating at about a million miles per hour as you reread his messages over and over. You had absolutely no idea how to approach this.

You decided now was not the best time to call him, you were just going to have to wait it out and call him when you got back to your dorm.

You decided you’d leave him on read for now, he’d left you waiting for nearly 3 days, he could wait 3 hours for your reply.

As you walked back into the room with your friends you sat beside Taehyung and he let you cuddle up next to him, he began gently playing with your hair as you tried your best to lie down, Jungkook patted his lap as an indication you could spread your legs out and rest them on his own and you smiled as he put an arm over them.

You felt incredibly loved by your friends in that moment, tears threatening to spill as the simple comforts they were providing so naturally to you, meant so much in that moment.

You felt a little guilty at your unwillingness to tell them how upset you were, you trusted them with so much and they trusted you just as equally. But things were confusing for you at the moment and you wouldn’t even know where to start.

You looked up to see Jungkook looking at you with concern, he obviously knew a lot more than the rest of them but he didn’t know just how much Yoongi was affecting you at that particular moment.

You smiled reassuringly at him and he gave your thigh a small squeeze before you both turned back to the movie.

You hadn’t realised just how tired you were until Taehyung was gently shaking you awake, alerting you that the movie was over and even though no one was leaving or anything he offered to bring you home.

You shook your head at his offer telling him you would just get a taxi home and that he should stay and enjoy the rest of the night, he had smiled at you softly asking about 5 times if you were sure and you had laughed excusing yourself to the bathroom before he could argue with you anymore.

You found yourself in the same position, just leaning against the door staring at the messages Yoongi had sent a few hours ago, you felt groggy from the sleep and in your haze you decided that calling him and getting this over with would be the best thing to do, you weren’t thinking clearly, but then again, you never were when it came to him.

As you listened to the ringing tone you began to feel your anxiety building, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say to him or even sure how you felt towards him, yeah sure you were upset but did you even have any right to be mad at him?

It wasn’t like Yoongi was your boyfriend or anything, he didn’t owe you anything.

He picked up on the third ring an anxious and quick “Hello?” sounded from his end, like he was afraid he was going to miss the call.

“Hey…” You said, unsure of where to go with it.

“Jesus Y/N I am sorry, you must think I’m such an asshole. I wa-”

“Do you like me Yoongi?” You cut him off.

“Wh-what?” Yoongi asked, he sounded unsure, like he was afraid he would say the wrong thing.

“Do you like me?” You asked again, slower.

“Yes of course Y/N, I like you a lot.”

“Okay, do you see me as someone you can just fuck and I’ll come running when you call? Because believe me Yoongi you really are talking to the wrong girl if that’s what you think this is.”

You weren’t sure where your bold attitude was coming from, you suppose you’d been holding in a lot of feelings the past few days regarding the situation, but for some reason, it was coming out as anger and with a hint of sass.

“Jesus – no, no Y/N that is so not what I’m thinking this is, you know that right? Fuck I didn’t mean to leave it so long to talk to you, but there was an emergency and I had to leave town to do something and I only got back tonight and I’m sorry, please know I'm sorry.” You could hear the pleading in his voice, the genuine asking for forgiveness.

Your knees felt weak and you weren’t sure why but all you wanted was to see him, to tell him it was all okay and you forgive him.

But a part of you wanted to stand your ground, you didn’t want to seem like a pushover who was going to roll over because he sounded like he was sorry, this was only a phone call, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes or anything.

“Can you pick me up and we can talk?” You asked, you wanted to see him, ask him what exactly was going on.

“Yes of course, you’re not at your dorm?” He asked the question harmlessly but you felt he was a little nervous.

“No actually I’m with the guys at Namjoon’s house, I can send you the address if you can’t remember..”

“I remember Y/N. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

And with that he hung up, eager to see him - but still feeling cautious - you left the bathroom to tell the guys you were going to wait outside for your taxi.

They all hugged you goodbye and you definitely noticed how Jungkook lingered for that extra few seconds.

He could sense something was wrong with you, but he knew to wait until you came to him with your problems.

As you stood at Namjoon’s garden gate a pair of headlights began approaching slowly and you knew it was him. He stopped outside and you ran to his car door, trying to avoid any of the guys from seeing that it wasn’t just an ordinary taxi you were going home in.

It smelt like a new car inside and you turned to face the driver, he looked over at you with an awkward smile and that’s when you saw the extremely dark black eye that covered his right eye. You covered your hand with your mouth trying not to audibly gasp.

“Yoongi! Oh my god are you okay?” You reached out, wanting to touch his face but realised that wasn’t the best idea before dropping your hand again.

Your anger at him now replaced with worry, you scanned his face further to see his slightly busted lip as well.

“Y/N, I promise you it’s not as bad as it looks. Can we talk about this when we get to my place?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh he gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Your place?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah…only if you want, it’s just that it’s closer to here and I thought you wanted to talk.”

You were nodding, your stomach trying to suppress the nerves that were bubbling up at the idea of going to his place this first time as you also tried to process everything that was already happening.

“Okay, yeah let’s do that.” You said.

Neither of you spoke again the entire ride.

When Yoongi finally pulled up into the carpark of a luxury apartment complex you stared in disbelief. This was where he lived?

He makes a lot of money doing what he does you quickly reminded yourself, suddenly embarrassed at size and quality of your dorm room.

You followed him inside and stopped at the entrance completely in shock at the sheer size and beauty of his apartment.

You shook yourself, you were here for one thing.

“Take a seat please, Y/N.” He said motioning at the large plush sofa.

You took a seat but watched as Yoongi stood examining you.

“Aren’t you gonna sit?” You asked the atmosphere was tense, awkward, you couldn’t even sense Yoongi’s mood, he was just looking at you, expressionless.

You looked back at him, you were starting to feel frustrated.

“So what? We’re just going to sit here in silence, scratch that, you’ll stand, I’ll sit?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi replied.

“What?” You asked, your eyes shooting up to look at him, you knew he had to be in pain with his eye and you felt a twinge of guilt for being annoyed with him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t call or text, I know I left you in your room like that – after we had just…I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighed heavily, finally taking a seat beside you.

“Just tell me what happened, I’m an understanding person Yoongi, but I don’t think I can do this if you’re just going to keep disappearing on me…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him now he was closer, you decided the floor was the best place to look at in that moment.

“It was an emergency…it’s stupid, rivalry is a very real thing in this business. I got into a fight with some guy when I went down there. One of my friends was seriously threatened by some people and we had to go down there and deal with it.” He explained, you didn’t want the specifics really and you were glad he wasn’t giving it to you.

“Yoongi…you’re like - I mean - do you really think you’re the best guy for that sort of thing?” You were half teasing him, but also very worried, this wasn’t something that happened a lot, was it?

Yoongi scoffed out a small laugh.

“I’m not usually the guy that handles situations Y/N, I just had to go down there to talk it out with some people.”

You shuddered, you hated this, hated that this was his life.

Yoongi gently placed a hand on your thigh and you allowed him to keep it there, finally looking back up at him.

“Jesus Y/N, I’m sorry for leaving you like that, I would never do anything like that to you on purpose…please forgive me?”

You knew he was sorry, you could feel that he was sorry.

You whispered out a soft ‘I forgive you’.

You knew it was weak of you but you seemed to be at your weakest when Yoongi was looking at you like you meant the world to him.

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, a small smile on his face, but he winced in pain as the smile opened up the wound on his lip.

“Let me get you something for that.” You said, standing.

You could use the distraction more than anything as you asked him where the bathroom was and grabbed a damp cloth and some tissue.

You sat down turning your body to face him you lightly dabbed at the wound and cringed a litte in sympathy when he hissed in pain.

“Hold the tissue to it so it doesn’t bleed again.” you said as you folded it up and handed it to him.

“Do you have any ice? It’ll help your eye..” You asked as you went to get up again.

He simply nodded, and pointed to the freezer, allowing you to worry and take care of him.

You sat back down again with a small makeshift ice pack, and told him to lay down so you could place it over his eye, he protested a little but it didn’t take much to coerce him.

“I’m seriously not even in that bad of shape Y/N, you should see the other guy.” He said, laughing a little but then immediately stopping as the pain in his lip stung.

You rolled your eyes at him, knowing he was joking but it did make your stomach twist with nerves at the same time, what if this had been a lot more serious?

When you didn’t speak he reached over for the remote to turn the T.V on, you supposed he couldn’t handle the tense silence you were giving in return for his bad joke.

As he searched about Netflix he spoke again “I have to say, I do think you’d make a pretty sexy nurse.” He joked again and this time you cracked a smile, unable to stop yourself from scoffing out a laugh.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now?” You asked, sitting back down on his couch you lifted his legs to allow them to rest on your lap, a simple gesture to show him you didn’t completely hate him.

He laughed a little, a genuine laugh and you found yourself laughing too.

“Put a movie on, keep the ice on your eye and shut up!” You said through laughter.

You did end up watching a movie, the night got more and more comfortable as Yoongi decided to order takeout and bring out blankets to the couch.

As you both cuddled up to each other your hand absent-mindedly playing with his as you watched the movie, it was an incredibly intimate thing to do but it felt so natural you could barely keep the smile off your face.

As the movie was coming to an end you began yawning announcing it was getting late and you should get back to your dorm, but as you made a move Yoongi’s brought his arm around your waist tightly a small ‘don’t go’ escaping from his lips.

You sighed, you wanted to stay over if you were being honest but was it really the best idea?

“I don’t know Yoongi….I don’t even have a change of clothes or anything.”

Yoongi pulled you him closer to him and you let yourself relax into his touch.

“I’ll lend you something to sleep in. Please Y/N. I’ve missed you.”

And with those 3 word’s he didn’t even need to say anymore.

You let out a sigh of content. “Yes Yoongi I’ll stay.”

He got up, asking you to follow him to his room.

You obliged, following after him to the nearest door. He opened it up and motioned for you to wait on his bed while he found you something comfortable.

You looked around at the unfamiliar room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was, that was unusual for a guy his age it was simple, his sheets white and his room plain you looked around in awe.

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting if you were being honest, but as you were about to comment he was suddenly standing in front of you, a black tee and a pair of basketball shorts in hand.

You smiled up at him “Thank you Yoongi.”

“That door there is the bathroom.” he said pointing to an ensuite inside his own room.

You nodded going in and when you shut the door behind you you let out a long sigh.

You were really going to stay here tonight.

As you got changed you realised the t-shirt he had given you was long enough to ignore the shorts he had given you.

Folding your own clothes and leaving them on top of his wash basket you grabbed your phone for a quick glance before you returned to him.

A notification from Jungkook.

11:12PM

JK: I hope you’re okay you seemed a little off tonight, please remember you can talk to me about anything.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell at the loving message you typed a quick reply with a thank you and lots of heart emojis.

As you left the bathroom you saw Yoongi awkwardly standing like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He looked up at you and you saw him eyeing your body, his eyes travelling up your bare legs, you felt the heat of his gaze taking you all in and you couldn’t help but revel in the feeling that you had that effect on him.

“I’ll – um – take the couch, you sleep here.” You could tell he was distracted over your lack of clothes but he cleared his throat and began to leave.

“Yoongi.” You called and stopped him in his tracks.

“Thank you for being such a gentleman.” You giggled.

You heard him scoff a laugh before walking out of the room, some sort of pyjamas in hand.

So here you were, left alone in Min Yoongi’s bedroom.

You werent exactly sure what you should be doing, should you just go to sleep?

As if it were that easy…

You felt giddy as you got under the covers, his bed was huge compared to your single in your dorm.

You tried to relax and calm a little remembering you were technically meant to be trying to sleep, you reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, shrouding yourself in darkness.

You decided to scroll through your phone for a while trying to think about other things and definitely not how badly you wanted to go out there and ask Yoongi to come back.

Your intentions weren’t even of a sexual nature, you simply just wanted him to lay with you, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms – something you hadn’t got the chance to do yet.

After about 20 minutes of tossing and turning and checking every social media platform you decided to take a deep breath and just go ask him, you were nervous that he wouldn’t even want to but then again he was letting you stay in his room after all.

You slowly tiptoed across the floor, afraid in case he was already sleeping you quietly opened the door.

You realised you couldn’t even tell with as you could only see the back of the couch and not his form, you decided to half shout half whisper, praying he was awake anyway.

“Yoongi!”

He head came into view as he sat up from the couch, looking wide awake and a little confused.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, a look of concern crossing his features.

“Yeah…” You realised just how shy and nervous you actually felt as you continued speaking.

“Will you come sleep beside me Yoongi please?”

You saw a small smile appear on his face, “Of course, I’m super glad you asked, I wanted to ask but I thought you would see it as creepy or something.”

You rolled your eyes smacking him on the shoulder as he got closer.

“Your whole dick has been inside me but you think cuddling is as the creepy thing to offer?!” You asked, eyes widening in shock a little.

Yoongi held his hands up in defence as he followed you to the bed both of you climbing in on either sides.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off looking at you as you now lay beside one another.

“I guess I thought you were still mad at me.”

You sighed a little and looked at him scanning his face and frowned a little at the black eye that adorned his beautiful features.

“I hate that someone hurt you Yoongi.” You said, you hadn’t really meant to say it aloud.

Both your faces were close looking at each other in comfortable silence, a small pout forming on his lips at your statement he leaned in and gave you the smallest of pecks, it was so sweet and tender you felt like you heart was going to beat out of your chest as heat formed across your cheeks.

“Let’s go to sleep Y/N.”

You nodded, leaning in a little closer to him and shutting your eyes after whispering a soft ‘goodnight’.

You woke up feeling too hot, far too hot. As you took in your surroundings and remembered where you were you smiled at the reason for your warmth, realising Yoongi had pulled you in and draped his arm over your waist in the middle of the night. You felt comfortable in his arms, having one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a long time, your worries felt at ease for once and you just simply felt in the moment with him.

You slowly shifted until you were turned to face him, he pouted a little in his sleep at the disruption and you couldn’t help but smile harder, placing a soft kiss on his pout you watched as his eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion on his face as he tried to take in what sensation had just woken him up.

He smiled when he saw you looking at him, stretching his limbs and letting out a long yawn.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked.

“Mmmm yes I did, I really like waking up next to you…” He said, his handing tracing absent-minded patterns on your arm.

“Me too…” You trailed off feeling a little sad that this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing.

“Your eye looks a little better, I think it’s starting to heal.” You said reaching out to touch his face gently.

“Hm you don’t think it’s sexy? Like in a 'wow I’m a big sexy bad boy' way?.”

You couldn’t roll your eyes hard enough turning away from him only to have him whine and pull you back to face him.

“Yeah that whine sounds so bad boy.” You said giggling as he pulled you closer and began kissing your neck.

“Hmmmm, you smell amazing.” He said nuzzling further into your neck with a groan.

You felt yourself begin to grow a little hot at the noise, his lips leaving a hot trail down to your collarbone.

You let out a pleased noise.

“Hmm you like that baby?” He asked beginning to move his body so he was hovering over yours, his mouth kissing lower.

You let out a noise of approval feeling too hot and worked up to speak.

His hands found your hips and he slowly pushed up the t-shirt you were wearing his hands gliding along your warm skin.

As he pushed it up further you helped him, pulling it off you completely leaving you in only your underwear.

Yoongi let out a groan at the picture of your almost naked body in front of him resting his forehead on your stomach trying to compose himself for a moment as the mere sight of you was making him go a little crazy.

You let out a whine “Yoongi do something. Please.”

He looked back up at you a smirk on his face, “Now who’s whining babe?”

You let out a scoff quickly followed by a sharp gasp as his mouth latched onto your nipple.

His tongue teasing and sucking you could feel the wetness pooling at your core.

You wanted to squeal a little, the frustration of how teasingly slow he was going was making you feel crazy.

As he took his time, making sure to kiss every inch of your body by the time he got close to where you needed him most you were a writhing mess.

“Yoongi please.” You gasped out when he kissed the inside of your thigh, merely a few centimetres away from you soaked panties.

“Tell me what you want baby. I’ll give it to you.” He said planting another soft kiss even closer this time.

You suddenly felt a little embarrassed, you don't think you’d ever begged to get your pussy ate before.

“I want…your tongue on me, fuck please.” You breathed out, hardly able to think straight.

Yoongi put his hands to the hem of your panties silently asking you to raise your hips and you did allowing him to pull them off.

You let out a yelp when Yoongi pushed your thighs further apart so he had a full view of your leaking core.

You let out a low whine of embarrassment trying to close your thighs a little but Yoongi had a strong grip.

“Sorry I’m staring, your pussy is beautiful though…”

You immediately brought your hand up to your face not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“Yoongi shut up!” You said from behind your hands.

Yoongi laughed a little bringing his head down, you nearly moaned at the feeling of his breath on your core.

“Please.” Was all you whispered out, so beyond desperate for some sort of relief you were clenching around nothing.

Yoongi’s tongue slowly licked up until he started slowly licking at your clit, giving it all his attention.

You moaned, absolutely in bliss at the feeling, but you needed something more.

“Yoongi your fingers please…”

His cock twitched at that, hardening further at your words, did you know what you were doing to him?

He happily obliged, slowly slipping a finger inside you, pumping in and out before adding a second, stretching you out further.

As he kept up his assault on your clit, you didn’t think you’d ever felt an orgasm approach you this fast before, the familiar pressure building in record time.

“Yoongi oh my god – I think – I think I’m gonna come, please don’t stop, please.”

As he listened, knowing you were close he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers faster and sucking on your clit a little bit harsher.

“Fuck!” You half yelled along with a moan, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes as you let your orgasm wash over you, your whole body felt heavy as you came down, the whole time Yoongi’s tongue never left you slowly working you through it.

“Yoongi.” You said, breathing heavily. “Get back up here.”

You turned back as he slowly moved back up so his face was facing yours again a smile on his face.

You placed your hands on either side of his face, feeling like your heart could burst at the sight of the man in front of you, pulling his face to yours so you could kiss him rather than say something stupid.

Yoongi groaned a little as his hard-on brushed against you, he must’ve been in need of some serious relief.

You felt an immediate pulse of fresh pleasure at the thought of him getting hard at the action of eating you out.

“Yoongi…want…you to fuck me.” You said between short kisses.

Yoongi smirked at you.

“Really?” He asked feigning innocence and you honestly could’ve rolled your eyes at his teasing if you weren’t so turned on.

“Yes baby please, want you to fuck me so hard Yoongi and I know your big dick will fill me right up.” You said trying to sound as seductive as possible, you could play this game if he wanted too.

Yoongi just stared for a second as his brain buffered not believing the filth coming from you.

“Fuck.” Was all he said as he began kissing your neck again and this time you felt him fishing his cock out of his underwear.

Lining up at your entrance, he stopped just short of pushing in.

“Tell me how bad you want it baby and I’ll give it to you.”

Fuck he was going to be the death of you.

“Yoongi please, I need you so bad, need you to fill me up…”

And with that, he plunged into you bottoming out immediately.

You gasped at the pressure, your head falling back and your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head.

“Jesus fuck!” You yelled as he continued thrusting at such a relentless pace he had to grab you by the hips to stop your body from moving farther up the bed.

“Tell me what you want baby… harder, faster?” He asked, his breathing laboured as he tried to keep his pace up.

“Fuck yes oh my god I’ll come so fast like this.” You said your voice practically vibrating with how hard he was fucking you.

“Yeah?” He said his hand moving further up your body he stopped just short of your throat eyeing you up.

You had a feeling he was little too nervous to ask what he wanted but you knew just what was on his mind and you loved the idea.

“Yoongi choke me.” You gasped out.

“Please choke me a little, please? It’ll feel so good.”

Yoongi’s hip stuttered a little at your words his eyes widening in shock, he nearly came right there breathing deep, trying to compose himself.

“Yeah? Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded like a crazy woman. “Yes.” You breathed out, not finding any more energy to speak, you could feel your orgasm coming.

His hand slowly snaked up your body until it was resting at your neck he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, applying light pressure.

“Baby... you need to tell me if it’s too much okay?”

You nodded at him again.

His fingers squeezed a little harder as he began fucking in you again as lightning speed.

You closed your eyes letting him choke and fuck you however he wanted, you were in a state of bliss as the familiar knot in your stomach was so close to snapping.

He didn’t choke you too hard always alternating between some pressured squeezes and releasing again.

“Feels so good.” You said when he eased up his pressure for a while.

“You wouldn’t believe how fucking hot you look like this baby…all spread out for me you’re so dirty baby, tell me... do the guys know what a little slut you are?”

Fuck.

You shook your head no.

“God if they could see you like this I think they would never recover.”

You weren’t sure where it came from but for a moment you pictured your 6 best friends watching you, and it sent you right over the edge.

“Yoongi I’m coming fuck, I’m coming!” You said as one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had tore its way through you.

Your core spasmed uncontrollably as you moaned, bringing Yoongi over the edge with you.

“Jesus christ.” He breathed out as he gathered up some strength to pull out of you and roll over to your side.

You laughed out loud as you turned to face him, unable to think straight you said the first thing that came to mind.

“That black eye still makes you look like a dumbass.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh as you both tried to get your breathing under control.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower.”

You and Yoongi spent the rest of the day lazing around in his bed kissing and laughing, you had even given him a quick blowjob when you’d both gotten a little too handsy once again.

You didn’t think you could feel this way with someone but the absolute ease and comfort you felt being with him was indescribable.

As you both lay in his bed watching Netflix – although there wasn’t much watching – you heard the front door knock.

“Babe it must be the pizza, go open the door while I grab cash so he doesn’t leave.”

“I'm indecent!” You whined only wearing one of Yoongi’s shirts.

“Go give him a show!” He said winking at you as he went in search of his wallet.

You rolled you eyes getting up anyway not risking the delivery person getting fed up and actually leaving.

As you got to the door you made sure the t-shirt was pulled as far down as it would go.

You opened the door and swung it open “Hi can you wait –“

You froze.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widened in shock.

You were standing face to face with none other than Jin.

#yoongi x reader #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #mine

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madisonrooney · 4 years ago

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hi it's your secret santa! first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you have a wonderful day! how are you celebrating, if you are at all? safely, i hope! either way i hope you manage to find a way to have a great day full of love!! consider my christmas gift a belated birthday gift as well lol. anyway i loved reading your last answer, it was so thoughtful and sweet. i realized after reading that i barely know anything about dove lol so follow up q: what about dove makes you love her so much?

sorry for the late response! the last couple days have been v busy and ive been super tired and dissociative on top of it so i made a point to save this bc i wanted to give it my full attention!

first of all thank you!! i was going to do a virtual meet and greet with one of my favs from jersey boys but he got confused about timezones so we rescheduled but were doing it next week! then i went to a virtual walt disney family museum panel, had pizza for dinner and watched some liv and maddie, my mom made a cookie cake that we ate while watching the grinch musical, and then some friends and i watched the jersey boys movie together over skype!

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last answer! and oof thats another loaded question (i love it tho)

- like i said when first talking about what drew me to her and liv and maddie, a big thing is just how much passion and love she puts into her characters. ofc she puts passion into every character she plays, but its the passion she puts into characters like liv, maddie, and mal that means the most to me. that goes back to the fact that ive dealt with a lot of negativity directed towards me for enjoying disney channel, and then you have dove out here saying “yah im a teenager/twenty-something who not only respects what theyre doing on disney channel, but puts my all into it” not to mention she even won an emmy for playing liv and maddie in season 4! i hope that passion and talent has started to change the conversation about disney channel, and tbh i think it has at least a bit. ofc, none of this is to say other people her age acting on disney channel arent talented and passionate, but idk, something about her has always stood out to me. i find her to be more animated and expressive than most. it can be hard for me to read emotions in live action movies and shows, so thats been really important for me. not to mention she was not only playing the lead but TWO lead characters on a four season show with distinct personalities but also subtle similarities. AND the main character in the biggest DCOM franchise in years for 5 years running now. PLUS the fact that there was a period where those were both happening at the same time. she was only 16 when she started all this and hadnt even had any big roles prior to it!! she had a lot of responsibility so it was amazing to see her not only pull it off, but excel at it.

- i just love like....her aesthetic?? shes always seemed to be a very old soul to me, into old jazz music and poetry and stuff like that. its just very charming. and for her to have that aesthetic on top of being a disney channel actress is a fascinating juxtaposition.

- this is kind of sappy and it gets tiring to hear it said over and over again but that doesnt mean it isnt true: i love how transparent she is about her struggles with mental health issues, trauma, and such. she has been for a long time but even more so over the last year or two. no shade to anyone else, but a lot of actors dont really give you a look into their personal lives, they just share and promote their product. im not saying theres anything wrong with that, its good to know what youre comfortable sharing, ive just felt all the more close to her with her being as open as she is, especially as someone who has gone through trauma myself, albeit different from hers.

- kind of connected to that, i love how important spreading kindness, positivity, and love is to her. thats another thing thats been said a million times but still, its very important to me.

for example. she’ll randomly tweet things like “i love you” a lot. im one to always think of the thought process that goes on behind whatever someone posts, texts, etc., bc personally i put a lot of a thought into pretty much anything i say or do before i put it out there publicly, probably bc of my social anxiety. even tho its a simple statement and takes her a couple seconds to post, she still had to have the thought “i want to remind my fans that theyre loved” or something along those lines. and she has this thought FREQUENTLY. to just randomly get a notification every few days or weeks or so of her saying something like that is just very heartwarming to me.

the reason i connected with miley so much when she helped me through my initial trauma was bc it felt like even if no one loved me, she loves her fans, thus she loves me. thus the person i love and admire the most loves me. even if its only one person, it can be enough. it was for me at the time. i feel that same way with dove. when she came into my life, i didn’t feel as unloved, but her love was still helpful to me.

- of course i need to specifically talk about her kindness in person too. dont get me wrong (ive been saying that a lot havent i lol), i totally and completely loved her long before i met her, but naturally, i love her 10x more after the experiences ive had getting to know her in person.

i could go ONNNNNNN about the experiences ive had with her, and i have lol, and if you already heard me ramble about this in the server i apologize, but the most important thing ive taken away from every encounter ive had with her is this: she always goes the extra mile. she always goes out of her way to make people feel special. what i mean by that is she could say/do HALF as much as she has when meeting me and i would still leave over the moon feeling loved. you can tell she does this in excess bc she really truly means it and cares about people like me, she doesnt have any kind of ulterior motive and isnt just going through the motions doing whats asked of her, she simply cares about me and the rest of her fans. some examples - the first time we met, i was sobbing (lol) and she hugged me for a really long time, rocking me back and forth, brushing my hair with her thumb, calling me sweetheart and honey. she even started to tear up a bit herself. - a couple months later, i went to my first liv and maddie taping. i was preparing to reintroduce myself (i looked a little different bc id been cosplaying as maddie the first time i met her) and ofc when preparing myself, i fantasized pretty heavily as i usually do and pictured myself showing her the pic of us on my phone, her gasping, jumping out of her chair screaming, and hugging me, thinking that was probably way more than i was gonna get. that is EXACTLY what happened. then she went on to tell me how my costume made her whole weekend. things like this would continue to happen where i would set the bar impossibly high and not only would she meet it but she’d exceed it. - our usual interaction from there on would start with her face lighting up when she saw me, her calling me some kind of cute name like love or baby, and then hugging me without me even having to initiate it. - when i saw her in mamma mia, i didnt know when id be seeing her again afterwards after pretty consistently getting to see her for 2 years, so i wanted to make sure we got some kind of closure. at the stage door, i reminded her how much she meant to me and just expected like an “aww i love you too” or something back, but she said “you are an angel in my life” and i will never forget that. obvs, i havent told her ALL the details about what she and her characters mean to me but like...she can tell. she can tell if im in a homemade maddie costume sobbing into her arms that theres something there, and shes VERY appreciative of that. - i thankfully got to see her at a meet and greet a few months later and every time i thought i should get going cuz i didnt want to hold the line up, she would just open her arms for another hug. speaking of being appreciative, she even said “thank you for being such a supportive fan.” as i left, i turned around to say one last goodbye. i made sure she wasnt with the next fan yet and yelled out “bye!” and she yelled back “I LOVE YOU!!” and blew me a kiss. again, its the little things. - i saw her at a small panel in new york a few months after that. she walked in the room when the lights were down as they were playing a clip, she quietly waved hi to everyone, then saw me and loudly whispered HI BABY!!! and stopped on her way to the stage to give me a hug. (then she looked at me from the stage and asked which way i thought she should cross her legs for the interview lol) - sometimes when she sees im next in line, shell give me a knowing smile or whisper “hi baby!!” or something like that. she saw me in the crowd after clueless and seemed to make a point to come to me last bc she knew wed be talking for a while, which we did. she even told me she’d seen me in the audience, asking if i was in the front on the left, which i was.

even all that is still just scratching the surface. weve “known” each other for 5 years now and every time i think she’s done the most she can do, she outdoes herself again. not to mention when im at these events, i see her treat all the fans she meets with all of that kindness too. naturally all of this has made me love her all the more.

- finally, lets just be honest here..........................shes REALLY fucking hot.

#gcwca secret santa #Anonymous

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Fangs//When He Sees Me

based off this song (also go listen to waitress if you haven’t already)

“Y/n!!!!!” Fangs announced his presence as he walked into your house. “How is my favourite person in the entire world doing today?” He asked and sat beside you. Quickly you shut the laptop that was open in front of you before leaning on it slightly, and turning your attention to your friend.

“Hi Fangs.”

“What are you doing?” He eyed you suspiciously.

“Nothing.” You shook your head.

“Doesn’t look like nothing. What were you doing on the laptop?”

“None of your business.” You replied.

“You sure?” He asked and looked over your shoulder.

“Definitely.”

“Then why did you close it as soon as you saw me? Were you watching something?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“No!” You defended.

“Then show me what it was...if you have nothing to hide.” He tried to grab the laptop from the table but you blocked him.

“Its nothing.” You continued and shoved him backwards.

“Come onnnnnnn. I’m your best friend. I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Fangs.” You started.

“Y/n, I think that pan is on fire.” He pointed to the kitchen and you turned around. “Ha!” He shouted and you turned back round. He was stood a few feet away from you with your laptop in his hands.

“Fangs!” You moved towards him and tried to grab it but he moved it away from.

“Nope. Not until you tell me what you were looking at.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms. “I was looking at online dating.” You grumbled and he looked at you shocked.

“You? Online dating?”

“Yes me.” You said angrily and snatched your laptop back. “All of my friends are dating so I thought I’d give it a go, turns out it’s not really my thing.” You sighed and sat back down on the sofa.

“Have you had any dates yet?” He asked and sat beside you.

“I haven’t finished my profile yet. Its all a bit confusing.”

“Let me help?” He offered and took the laptop from your hands. “Its good!” He smiled brightly at you as he looked around. “You look hot in that picture.”

“Thanks.” You shrugged.

“You look hot in all your pictures.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not. Now, explain to me how it works.”

“I put in all the information about myself and then its supposed to find me a soulmate from that. But what if I don’t like who they set me up with. What if we’re too alike. Like, we get on because we are completely different. What if whoever I go on a date with is too similar. I annoy myself sometimes, can you imagine two of me?” You shivered.

“Nothing worse.” Fangs teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m being serious Fangs.” You sighed. “I usually stick with real things. Thats just how I was brought up. Ya know, facts and figures. When informations in its place, I minimize the guessing game.” You started and Fangs raised an eyebrow. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I don’t like guessing games.”

“Right.”

“Or when I feel things, before I know the feeling.”

“Like when you’ve eaten something that doesn’t agree with you.”

“Fangs!”

“What?!” He asked annoyed.

“Don’t be gross.” You scolded and he laughed loudly, you couldn’t deny the smile that appeared on your face or the butterflies that erupted in your tummy. “It’s like I’m being tossed around by fate.”

“It wouldn’t be that bad.”

“On an unexpected date with a stranger, who could talk to fast. Or ask me questions about myself before I’ve decided he can ask questions about myself. Or he might sit too close, or call the waiter by their first names...or eat Oreos, but the cookie before the cream-” You rambled.

“That’s really not that bad.” He shook his head.

“But what scares me the most...what if he when he sees me, he doesn’t like it? What if he runs the other way Fangs? I can’t hide from that. What happens then?”

“Y/n...”

“What if when he knows me, he’s only disappointed? You panicked and his expression softened.

“Nobody could be disappointed when they look at you.”

“You have to say that.” You replied.

“No I don’t. When have I ever said anything I don’t want to.”

“What if I give myself away-”

“Wow, how far are you gonna go on this first date.” He interrupted, but you were too busy panicking.

“To only get it given back.”

“I don’t think that’s physically possible.”

“I couldn’t live with that.” You shook your head. “So, I’m just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind. It means I get the best view, so that when he see’s me, I want him to.”

“Y/n. I love your shell-shaped mind. I really do, it’s one of my favourite things about you. But don’t you think you’re being, I dunno, maybe a litt-”

“I’m not defensive! I’m simply being cautious.”

“Oh, that’s what we’re calling it now.” He mumbled and you glared at him before standing up.

“I can’t risk reckless dating. I don’t even know why I signed up for this. It was a stupid idea, nobody is gonna want a date with me.”

“Anybody would be lucky to take you on a date.”

“But what about my profile? What if I do it wrong and then they could know every single thing about me, and on the internet you can’t be too careful when it comes to sharing your life.” You paced.

“Oh boy.”

“I could end up a miserable wife.” You grabbed Fang’s shoulders, a worried expression took over your face and you looked at him.

“How serious do you think it’s gonna be?” He asked.

“What are you looking for when dating?” You said confused.

“I dunno, but it’s certainly not marriage.”

“Well maybe you should start.” You replied and continued to pace again.

“Sure.”

“He could be a criminal.” You flailed your arms around.

“I’m a criminal.”

“Yeah, but you're different.” You said with a soft smile.

“Not really-”

“Or some sort of psychopath that escaped from an institution somewhere where they don’t have girls.”

“Riverdale is famous for those of course.”

“He could have masterminded some way to find m-He could be colourblind!!”

“Sweet Pea’s colourblind.”

“Exactly, how untrustworthy is that?” You replied.

“Now you’re being ridiculous. There’s nothing wrong with colourblind people.”

“I know. My cousin’s colourblind.” You said upset.

“So, what are you talking about?”

“I dunno anymore.” You sat down beside him. “He could be less than kind.”

“I’m sure he’ll be great. When you stop panicking, finish your profile and actually meet him.”

“Or even worse.” You turned to face him and paused. “He could be very nice, have lovely eyes.” Fangs looked at you and your breath hitched. “And make me laugh, come out of hiding.” You mumbled and leaned in to him. “Oh God!” You stood up and he fell forward.

“Y/n...”

“What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it?”

“Would that really be so bad?” He asked.

“What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it?”

“Do you usually struggle with closing doors?”

“Not an actual door, a metaphorical door. Like what if I tell him about that time I wet myself when meeting Santa when I was 6 and then I couldn’t look at Santa for years afterwards.”

“I can’t imagine that’s really gonna come up in conversation.”

“Well, it could.”

“Sit down.” He patted the space beside him and you sat down, before he wrapped his arm around you.

“If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion. I’m not prepared for that. There’s only one person that does that.” You mumbled the last part and looked at Fangs. Fangs was already looking at you, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m scared of opening up to someone. You’re literally the only person that knows everything about me.”

“And you know everything about me.”

“Yeah...I don’t know if I can be that open with somebody else. What if they don’t like a part of me? I can’t change a part of me for some boy, no matter how cute they are.”

“If they don’t like you for all of you then are they really worth your time?”

“I suppose. I still can’t help hope that I’ll find someone to talk to. Who actually likes the way I am.”

“Hmm.”

“Someone who when he sees me...” You leaned in towards Fangs. Your whole body was screaming not to, don’t mess up a good thing, but the way he was looking at you made you ignore this, especially when he started to move towards you. “Wants to again.” You whispered, his lips brushed yours before he grabbed your face and kissed you sweetly. “...wow.” You breathed.

“Y/n?” He asked.

“Yeah?” You replied, a bright blush had appeared on your cheeks, and it was getting worse the more he looked at you.

“He’s already seen you, he did a long time ago, and he’s loved you ever since.”

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #fangs #fangs imagine #fangs x reader #fangs x you #fangs fogarty #fangs fogarty imagine #fangs fogarty x reader #fangs fogarty x you #drew ray tanner

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folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog · 4 years ago

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Questions Tag ✨

Thank you so much, @junghelioseok for tagging me! I’m so sorry this took so long, but tumblr hates me and refused to post it, but I adore this! (Not gonna lie, I got so excited thinking I was going to answer that “best pick-up line” question I had my story to go! But this is better ☺)

I’m going to taaaagggggg... @vanaera, @antihirohamada, @minflix, @readyplayerhobi, @dreamingofkoo, @missalathea, @hoseoksyn, @ddaenggtan, @v-hope, @flowerymoonlight, @cutaepatootie and whomever else wishes to do this. You don’t have to, by any means! I just hope you know I’m thinking of you and would love to learn more (except @antihirohamada; I do this purely to torture you--because I love you!)

rules: answer ten questions, then write your own and tag ten people.

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➵ what would you want as your last meal on earth?

oh shizz, it got real REAL quick. Um, I think I’d want like a platter of food. Like, if I knew I was going to die I’d stuff my face until I’m puking with all of my favorite foods. crab, lobster, pizza, green chile mac and cheese, wine, noodles, muffins, quesadillas, tacos, cereal, white chocolate coconut truffles, chocolate milk, huevos rancheros, etc

➵ what is your favorite personality trait that you possess?

mental acuity/ingenuity. lmbo, jk. I don’t know her. Um, I’d have to probably say the fact that I’m genuinely a random card. Like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

➵ a favorite quote?

of mine: “sometimes the ones who do the most saving need saving the most”

Oscar Wilde, “Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much”

Danny Kay, White Christmas, “When what’s left of you gets around to what’s left to be gotten, what’s left to be gotten won’t be worth getting whatever is you’ve gotten left.”

Hugh Grant, Love Actually, “General opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world full of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there -- fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge -- they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion you’ll find that love actually... is all around.”

Let’s be real, this was unfair. There are so many inspirational and thought-provoking quotes out there that just stick with you.

➵ if you could suddenly become really good at a sport, what would it be?

Um, of all the sports I’ve played, and also have not partaken in, I’d want to excel at Tae-kwon-do, or Mixed Martial Arts. Ooo, or hurdling/running. I was in track and field when I was younger but over the years my hurdling skills have diminished quite substantially. Also, I’ve just never been good at running--asthma is a b**ch.

➵ favorite drink?

boba tea, chocolate milk, wine, strawberry peach juice, orange juice, apple juice, martinis, watermelon juice, hot chocolate, macchiatos, tequila, margaritas. Again, the list goes onnnnnnn

➵ do you have any pets? (pictures encouraged)

I have my weenie! Her name is Coco :3 I got her as a high school graduation present -- she’s now 10 years old! 😭 She only loves me when I have food, or when I come home, but I swear she knows when I have food at ALL times. She’ll be asleep on the other side of the house and I’ll get food and she’ll come out of nowhere like “you need help with that? you need help with that. Let me take that off your hands for you.” She has anxiety, but I adore her all the more for it. Like, you’re just like your mother.

Then there’s my rescue, Bagheera. We found her down at my ex’s river house a few fourth of July weekends ago after having travelled over 200 miles on the engine block of a family friend’s truck. Her poor fur was mangey and burned off in most places, but she was like a generator from the moment we found her--constantly purring and sleeping in our arms. I hadn’t expected to keep her, rather transport her for someone else, but I ended buying her things and she was here to stay. She’s a brat, but she is genuinely just like me--only wanting attention when SHE wants it, but she’ll give you all the love and even show you her butt if you’re having a hard time. Yes, just like me. lmfbo

➵ who is your favorite superhero?

Spider Gwen, Black Widow, Scarlett Witch, Raven, Storm, Wolverine, Deadpool, Spider-Man, Nightcrawler, Wonder Twins; (villains) The Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, The Joker, Two-Face, Catwoman (depending on the series), Loki

➵ what scent is the soap in your bathroom?

um, soapy? I have two; the other one is honey and chamomile

➵ tell me about your favorite childhood stuffed animal/toy.

His name is Flopper, he’s a dog, and he’s gender confused. When I first got him I insisted that he was a girl (I was in 3rd grade), but as I grew older it became more evident that Flopper is actually male. lol. My eldest brother bought Flopper for me one afternoon we spent together at the local mall, and he’s stuck by me ever since. He was even in my 3rd grade school photo XD

➵ what was the last movie you watched?

A Whisker Away, a Japanese animated film on Netflix. *heavy sigh* 😐 That’s all I have to say about that...

my questions:

-> if you were any sailor scout which one do you think you’d be? (Or want to be.)

-> who are your top three favorite Disney characters?

-> what’s your favorite video game(s)/series?

-> if you were a mythological entity, what would you be?

-> what sports, if any, do you enjoy?

-> what’s your favorite drink during the summer?

-> who is your favorite poet?

-> do you play any instruments?

-> which hogwarts house do you belong to? if unknown, which one do you believe you belong in?

-> what was the last show you watched?

-> tell me about a dream you’ve had (literally and metaphorically).

-> who is your favorite Sanrio character?

-> who do you look up to?

-> what’s a book you’ve always wanted to read but have yet to get around to it?

-> favorite genre of book, movie and tv show?

#so there are way more than 10 questions that i asked #oops #don't come for me i'm genuinely curious #this took me weeks to post because the tumblr app hates me #tag game #ask game #about me

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skamamoroma · 6 years ago

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You Are Not From Milan - Thoughts (Part 1)

So this one was always going to be a game changer and I’m sorry for taking a while to write my thoughts. I didn’t think people were too interested in more of my ramblings but then I got quite a few requests so here we are!

First off, I’m so grateful to those people who have helped shed light on what Nico might be experiencing and the illness he lives with. Education on this stuff is so important and I really found it so interesting to read about people’s experiences because only then can you really appreciate what the show is trying to do. Some of that information really did inform us and enabled so many of us to really understand Nico a little more and ESPECIALLY some of the moments in this clip... because yeah, Bessegato might be a bit arrogant etc (!) but nobody can deny that Skam Italia have worshipped Marti and Nico as characters (and others - especially Gio) and I feel the love for these characters in each clip and this one was absolutely no exception despite some of it being very difficult stuff.

This is long. I’m making myself clear right now because if you fall asleep mid way through or even before then, NOBODY could blame you, but some people asked for it so here it is! <3

First off, Bessegato with this cinematography. I love that we get a really poppy, upbeat song with the two of them on the train either kissing or taking selfies or both. It’s youthful and cute and fun to see them spending time together and doing pretty typical sweet stuff with one another.

I think the main thing I felt when I watched the start of this clip was the comfort they have together. We’re straight off the back of Nico being upset, his mother behaving as she did, Marti being a little uncomfortable and Nico apologising and telling Marti he wants to sleep next to him. That broke my heart. The way he said it was so simple but said SO MUCH. When we were in his room with him and he was asking Marti to leave, you could hear two things so clearly: how much he DIDN’T want that to happen and also how much he desperately wanted comfort. I keep coming back to that because I didn’t feel that with Even. I felt different wants and desires from him but with Nico I just always get this overwhelming feeling that he needs comfort and someone to just SEE him and gather him up. When Rocco said his word was ‘vulnerability’ with Nico, it shows. A lot.

So the fact that straight off the back of that comment from Nico, we have him being able to spend time with Marti with nobody else there is something we KNOW will be very special.

And that’s the key thing. NOBODY ELSE THERE. This is Milan. Day and night time and the only other person we see during the entire clip, despite them being in the open, in a central location, is the lady introducing the flat.

Now, I’ve said this before but I love Skam’s realism. It’s why I’m drawn to it so much. But I also love how Skam Italia has stuck close to realism but drawn a little more on the cinematic aspects. I’m down for that. I’ve adored it. This clip, for me, was by far the most cinematic and I’m kind of thrilled because I often feel like, to depict mental illness, things like camera angles, light, sound, shot length, cinematography tricks and metaphors are WONDERFUL. Something from the original (and the og had much less of a cinematic feel which worked perfectly for it) that I adored was the impact the scene changes were when Even was taking deep breaths and unable to sit still. Those breaths going straight into a black screen was genius and still gives me chills to this day. Those effects, you can say so so much with them and it seems they used that but in really subtle ways. It’s not really STARKLY obvious that nobody is around until you really think about it.

We kind of have a first introduction into them being the Last Men on Earth.

The little kiss Marti gives Nico is a lovely book end moment to their scene outside the school, isn’t it? Marti feels a little more able to be open but again, THERE IS NOBODY AROUND. Not a soul. When I watched the clip again after realising nobody was visible, it changed it all for me. I actually got shivers because it was EXACTLY like Marti explained... if you’re the last person on earth - WHAT WOULD YOU DO. Possibilities are endless.

I loved the giddy teenage response to the fancy apartment. It was so sweet and that VIEW. The fact that Nico specifically asks for the skyscrapers was SO DAMN SWEET. Ah. It’s such a youthful thing to do - SHOW ME THE BIG BUILDINGS. Tbh I’m the same, I’m a sucker for a good view.

I think it’s here we realise how expensive this must have been.... the apartment with THAT view. We know that Nico was, at this point, experiencing an episode due to his illness but what is so telling is that he chose to rent an apartment. That was his choice in that moment and he wanted a safe and quite space with Marti with pretty views. I mean. NICO. Romance runs in his veins.

THE NOSE BOOP. So familiar, so bloody cute and so playful. This is NOTHING new to them but just confirms how they are together and they are LOVELY.

AND THEN THE CURTAINS. Now @only-in-dreamland wrote a pretty special post about the curtains that I LOVE. Go read it. When I watched this back I wondered what the point of including that was. It’s not really a throwaway comment, it’s said a couple of times and I think this wonderful post on the meaning could be pretty spot on because those curtains are so important later on.

I loved the music in the background too. It’s whimsical, plinky plonky kind of music. It made the whole scene feel film-like, alongside that purple blue sky and the little lights from the cool buildings. Contrasted with the scene taking place, it made it a little disconcerting too because towards the end, you can see Marti’s not entirely sure how to behave because Nico is being pretty forward and a little different to how we’ve seen him before.

AND THEN THE SCENE WHICH RENDERS ME SPEECHLESS.

First off, that gorgeous moment of the two of them leaning on the balcony looking at their pretty view that’s all theirs.... it’s so child like with wonder but also so damn romantic. I love that Marti says they’ve been to one of the buildings opposite as it means they spent time together during the day. Knowing that is such a comfort.

Nico looks so calm with Marti, really happy and very smiley as we know him to be so when Marti looks back and they just giggle... it’s a really beautiful moment. They are always happy to be together, always smiling. It’s like their trademark THING at this point. Marti just looks so smitten, so at ease and completely mesmerised by Nico. It’s almost dream-like again.

And then we have the RED. Everything till this point is so BLUE. The sky, the buildings, Marti’s clothes (OF COURSE), the view.... and then there’s this BOLD RED and it’s also another of their things. This sharp change in colour which normally means a change in mood.

This moment with the neon sign is one of my absolute favourites so far this whole season.

First off, the music. From the RED PILL BLUES album. Come onnnnnnn! Perfect. The song is one I’d have NEVER considered but my god, it’s perfect. some of the lyrics “keep me connected to you” and “you wanna be reckless, restless right until tomorrow”.... but lastly “WHEN WE CLOSE THE CURTAINS”. God damn it. THOSE CURTAINS AGAIN.

Not to mention this song is sexy as hell. It’s just one of THOSE songs with that slow beat... amazinggggg song choice, I can’t even cope with how good it is.

But then you have Nico asking Marti about the sign and there’s something so sweet about Marti’s “um, how?” and you can see Nico feels the same. He’s endlessly charmed by Marti but in this moment he chooses his own version. It’s like he wants the scene to be perfect, to be THEM and only them for this short period of time. It’s like a title to a tv show, like he’s making this time MARTI AND NICO and nobody else, so much so that it’s written all over the wall to make it clear. The way he does it though, the way he points and walks slowly and smiles and laughs a little at Marti’s confusion before catching him in a kiss... it’s so cinematic my heart couldn’t handle it but it’s that kind of overwhelming, bowl you over kind of sensual cinematic moment that has you swooning but the music makes it more than that, it’s actually intoxicating. I usually hate that work but god does it explain this scene.

HOW ANYONE CAN COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS SCENE NOT BEING ENOUGH IS HONESTLY BEYOND ME. I’ve rarely seen a heterosexual love scene with intimacy like this nevermind a same sex couple.

The slow kisses are completely perfect especially considering their happy bouncy kisses in the cabin. This is a ‘take your time’ kiss. Rocco and Fede floor me in this scene. Truly. Every moment is so full of LOVE and CONNECTION and it is almost difficult to watch because it feels very private. They’ve always had this instant easy kind of chemistry but this is a change from the cabin’s frantic kissing, this is soulful and full of touches that say so much without words....! They barely stop touching. The fact that they always touch each other’s faces is painfully sweet because it’s that awe and gentle sweetness they’ve shown time and time again.

For Marti, it makes me so happy because this is what he deserves. He looks SO comfortable, so happy, so into every moment that it’s kind of breathtaking to see. I couldn’t help but feel so emotional for him because he’s getting the physical part of a relationship he has no doubt wanted but never known if it was possible for him...

The “private dancer” moment is actually intimate as hell and crazy sexy with Nico helping Marti slide his clothes over his head. People cannot watch this and feel they’re being shortchanged in terms of depicting same sex love and intimacy because it is painfully intimate.

Lets have a moment to appreciate Rocco’s insane and beautiful curly messy hair because it’s wild in this moment and such a lovely touch in comparison to Marti’s own hair. The shadow effects are absolutely stunning because you focus in on what is important and the detail is simply not necessary.

AND THEN NICO KISSES MARTI’S HEART and my own heart hurt. We know Nico is a romantic. We know he adores Marti but god. GOD. He does it in such a way that it’s obvious he has chosen to kiss over Marti’s heart, he’s trying to say so much without saying it.

There’s something they both have done since day one and that’s hold the other in place when they kiss and it makes me a bit emotional!!!! Marti does it quite a bit in this moment, keeps Nico close with his hands or guides him closer to him. Those details are what impress me so so much about Rocco and Fede’s acting. This is really really intense stuff to show, especially to do it well but they make it look absolutely real. I don’t question it for a second and I’m normally someone who is snapped out of scenes when acting is awry or something doesn’t sit right. Never with this season. Not once.

Again with the smiling, the giddy blissed out smiles that are a Martino Rametta staple. His smile is so lovely and to see him happy is what we all want so all you want to do is keep that smile on his face!

I ADORE the little moment when Marti is hovering over Nico and Nico’s finger drags along under his chin. It almost stopped my heart with how intimate a detail that was, how in love they seemed in that little moment alone.

The last shot of this scene is so gorgeous that I KNEW, I knew watching it the first time that it was going to be the last time we saw them like that. I just had this awful sinking feeling seeing them slotted together to happy and lazy and cuddled together that it wasn’t going to last but what a truly gorgeous shot that was. Nico looked tranquil as hell and that’s why what happens afterwards is so painful for me and for us all because all of that intense comfort that Nico wanted and was seeking and that Marti loved... they didn’t get it. They didn’t get their time to sleep next to eachother. It was so SAD for me because that comfort is what I keep coming back to... life got in the way and stole that from them and I felt so unbeliavably sad. I KNOW they will get it. I am certain and I can’t wait to see that but, for now, my heart hurt so much.

#skam italia #wow this is so long #as promised #ep8 #thoughts etc #nicotino #I'll post the other part tomorrow as I'm pretty tired and it's after midnight and i carried a mahoosive xmas tree too far today

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 7 years ago

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Little Noragami Things I Love~

Warning some of these are spoiler-y , don't read if you're not caught up in the manga !( currently there's 74 chapters ) I've fallen hard back into the Noragami fandom and there's not enough Noragami content in EXISTENCE to satisfy my needs but here's some stuff I'll always love about it ! ~ Yukine blushing whenever he's given affection ( my heart goes out to this dear child ) ~ Yato's face whenever he's looking at Hiyori , he gets such a soft dopey grin and it's so sweet ~ Daikoku being literally the best husband you could dream up , Kofuku you lucky girl ~ DAIKOKU BEING THE SECOND DAD TO YUKINE ASDFJFL MY HEART, THIS PURE SOUL CARES ABOUT YUKINE SO MUCH AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT ~ Hiyori Iki in all her glory ~ Hiyori kicking people in the face ~ YATO BEING SUPER SMUG AND SUPER PROUD OF YUKINE IN PUBLIC AND AROUND OTHER GODS ~ Yukine's character development, damn son that's the way you do it , this boy grows so realistically and I am in awe ~ KAZUMA.AND. BISHAMON. THESE TWO KILL ME, THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO SIMPLE AND YET SO COMPLEX AND SO FRUSTRATING TO WATCH UNFOLD, YOU TWO NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR EMOTIONS MORE COME ONNNNNNN Also someone please be PROUD of Kazuma he tries so hard dammit ~ TWIN SWORDS TWIN SWORDS TWIN SWORDS TWIN SWORDSSSSSS T W I N. S W O R D S. YUKINE THAT'S THE COOLEST THING EVER I LOVE IT I CAN'T BELIEVE YUKINE TURNS INTO TWO BEAUTIFUL SWORDS I'M CRYING ~ KAZUMA This fucking character okay , he means so much to me ? He's so kind and pure and cares way too much and he deserved literally zero percent of all the bad shit he gets ? I mean like his whole EXISTENCE so far has been 90% trauma and grief and guilt since he was made a Shinki! The whole Ma clan massacre went down not long after Kazuma joined Bishamon !!!! He lost his BEST FRIEND AND MENTOR, right in front of his eyes! Her name was Touma and she was the first friend he made after joining the Ma clan, he spent most of his time with her and she taught him everything about being a good Shinki and he thought the world of her. BUT THEN BISHAMON GOT BLIGHTED AND THE REST OF THE CLAN WANTED TO BLAME SOMEONE SO THEY PICK TOUMA, AND THEY LITERALLY THROW HER INTO A PIT OF PHANTOMS. Kazuma tried to save her but they held him back and he was forced to watch her gruesome death. And then it just got worse from there , resulting in a desperate Kazuma running to Yato for help when things spiralled out of control. And after the Ma clan massacre , Kazuma is left all alone with Bishamon , and he's so depressed about what happened and blaming himself ( despite it being not his fault at all and if he hadn't made the awful choice he did, it would have been much worse ?) and Bishamon is suddenly so dependent on him and he decides that he's never gonna let her suffer again and throws himself into becoming the perfect Shinki And things get to be okay , Bisha takes in new Shinki , and Kazuma gets a new family and the ache in his heart starts to ease, but he can't erase the memories of Touma and the Ma clan and there's a quiet terror in him , a worry that it will happen again . AND THEN FAST FORWARD A FEW CENTURIES OF GUILT-RIDDEN STRESSING KAZUMA DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE SURE YATO DOESN'T DIE , SUDDENLY KUGAHA BETRAYS THE HA CLAN AND KAZUMA HAS TO WATCH IN HORROR AS HIS NEW FAMILY IS SLAUGHTERED BY SOMEONE HE TRUSTED AND BISHAMON IS SUFFERING AGAIN AND HE CAN'T STOP IT AND-distressed yelling - HE NEVER CATCHES A BREAK LET MY SON REST HE JUST WANTED HIS VIINA TO BE HAPPY ( Viina is his nickname for Bishamon, taken from her original name Vaisravana ) ~YATO HUGGING YUKINE I NEED MORE ~ YUKINE CHEERING YATO UP WHEN HE NEEDS IT ~ YUKINE BEING A BADASS IN FIGHTS EVEN WITHOUT YATO ~ Yukine's outfits??? He's always dressed so cute I can't handle his fashion sense ( wear more hats Yuki , you're so adorable in them ) ~ YUKINE CANONICALLY BEING A TSUNDERE Tsundere means someone who's uncaring or rude on the surface but actually cares deeply on the inside You know , those types who are all' I don't care' but actually they care THE MOST There's more to the tsundere definition but I don't recall it ~ Yato's face whenever Hiyori says something nice to him and catches him off guard ~ KAZUMA AND YUKINE'S FRIENDSHIP LET MY BOYS BE BUDDIES AGAIN ( they're fighting right now and aren't speaking to each other and it makes me sad ) ~ The fact that Kazuma canonically would buy LITERALLY anything Yato was selling in order to help Yato out ( and the fact that Yato wrote and drew comics about Bishamon as a magical girl and Kazuma bought the whole set ) Kazuma has a Yato memorabilia box in his room I mean this boy ??? So good ??

#noragami #kazuma #bishamon #viina #yato #yukine #hiyori #hiyori iki #daikoku #kofuku

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nelliievance · 5 years ago

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Techniques For Self-Transformation

I start with the caveat that I am by no means an expert, but I have been practicing this and reading the writings of the real experts for decades. This is my own synthesis that works for me. The transformational path goes beyond meditation, which you typically only do in dedicated sessions once or twice a day, by adding things you can work on throughout the day.

There’s an amusing quote in the book Altered Traits [1], by science writer Dr. Dan Goleman and psychology research Dr. Richard Davidson. They emphasize that many of us can temporarily change our brains during meditation, reaching an altered state, but what matters is permanent long term change that persists: altered traits. Otherwise “after you come down from the high you’re the same schmuck you were before”. Things you do throughout the day in addition to meditation help make permanent change.

Personality Types

Yoga philosophy identifies different personality types who may do better with different approaches. With exercise, you may turn out to really enjoy resistance training, but if your fitness trainer emphasizes cardio you may end up not enjoying exercise. Some people respond better to emphasizing meditation as the core technique. Some people prefer applying discriminating wisdom (using the mind to inquire into its own nature), by pondering questions like “what am I?”. Others prefer selfless service, such as doing volunteer work. And still others are more devotional, with a personal concept of God and responding to things like Gospel music or devotional music and dancing. These are by no means mutually exclusive, you may enjoy some or all of them.

But I start by pointing this out because there are many valid paths, and fine tuning it to what works for you will make it more enjoyable.

Elements of Practice

Some of the most crucial elements of practice are meditation, mindfulness, and compassion. Meditation helps with relieving stress but also trains the mind so it is calmer. It is hard to practice mindfulness, for example, during the day, if you have “busy brain” (also known as monkey mind or puppy mind). As the great teacher Thich Nhat Hanh has pointed out, it’s not going to do as much good meditating half an our a day if you are wandering around mindlessly the other 23 1/2, which is where mindfulness comes in. You could follow both of these, and be calmer and more aware, but still not living up to your highest ideals. An aspect of practice that encourages compassion helps with that.

There are various books by meditation teachers that emphasize a complete practice. I recommend one by Eknath Easwaran, Passage Meditation [2], because he spells it out clearly. You can find a lot more detail in his book and at www.bmcm.org. I have, however, generalized the meditation part, because not everyone might take to passage meditation.

Meditation

This is the formal session or two per day that you sit down to meditate. He recommended a 30 minute session in the morning, and if you are extra enthusiastic you could add a second 30 minutes in the evening. Other teachers recommend as little as one 20 minute session per day or 2 times 20. I’ll go over some popular methods below.

In any techniques, when thoughts intrude, do not judge them as good or bad, and try not to get carried off by them. Just try to gently bring your attention back to whatever you are focussing on without judging yourself. I recently found out neuroscience now understands this crucial “bringing back” step better than I’d thought [1], p 149: there is a well-known part of the brain responsible for our “default mode”, which is active when we are doing “nothing”, which really means we have lots of wandering thoughts. Another circuit in the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex is responsible for bringing the attention back to a focus when it wanders. Repeated training at this, such as in meditation, strengthens this skill but also quiets the default mode. Puppy mind is real, says neuroscience, but you can train your puppy.

Also, a good tip is to try to make it feel effortless. Let a mantra, “say itself”, or watch your breath as it “breathes itself”. This may be harder at first because learning a new skill always takes some effort, but as you get more experienced the sense of effortlessness should increase. And for all of these methods, sit upright in a comfortable chair with you eyes closed as described here.

This next tip is a bit unusual, but it happens automatically for me. At West Point when we were doing calisthenics, the instructor would lead with “one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four”, with the noted emphasis on the last 4-count. I’m sure anyone whose gone through a military boot camp has experienced something similar. When this rhythm is established, you are automatically counting from 1 to 16 then repeating. I first noticed this when I was running, I’d notice every 16 breaths. Later it transferred to mantra meditation, and it worked for breath meditation too. That subtle metronome is always there for me, and it keeps my mind from wandering off too long, I’ll almost always catch it at the end of the current 16 count. I don’t know if this will be helpful for anyone else, but you can thank the US military if it is.

Breath Meditation: simply observe your breath, don’t try to modify it. Find a place like your abdomen or nostrils where you naturally feel it, and just watch it go in and out. This is also the basic focus for mindfulness and insight meditation. Books going over this in more detail include Rev. Roy Eugene Davis’s An Easy Guide to Meditation [3], The Miracle of Mindfulness [4] by Thich Nhat Hanh, and Insight Meditation [5] by Joseph Goldstein.

Mantra meditation: repeat a word, sound or short phrase to yourself. Ideally it is a pleasant sound your “busy brain” becomes fascinated with and the inner dialogue quiets down. I first learned this technique from a transcendental meditation (TM) teacher as I mentioned in the last post. One good tip from that teacher was “you should never try to meditate”. Just gently repeat the mantra to yourself, and hopefully it will start effortlessly “repeating itself”. The TM instruction was good, but it is pricy, and from later reading other books I realized I could have learned the equivalent for free. There is detail instruction in Dr. Herbert Benson’s The Relaxation Response as well as a selection of suggestions for a mantra, and there are more suggestions in An Easy Guide to Meditation [3]. This is the method I use, and it works well for me. The mantra can be repeated once per breath,which is what many teachers recommend including Dr. Benson. For me it works a little better if it’s twice per breath, once on the in breath and once on the out. That is something you can experiment with to see which way calms your busy brain down better. In TM they teach not to intentionally time the mantra with your breath, but that it’s ok if it “syncs up” on its own. For me it naturally syncs up at 2 per breath.

Dr. Benson’s generic suggestion for a mantra is the word “one”, said on the out-breath, drawing it out like “onnnnnnne”. You could also use a short phrase like “I am at peace”, with “I am” on the in-breath, “at peace” on the out, again drawing out the sounds. A famous breath mantra from yoga is the Sanskrit phrase “ham sah“, which means “I am that”, where “that” refers to your true nature. The english translation also works well as a mantra, it is what I use. Again in either the Sanskrit or English version, draw out the “m” sound. Dr. Benson found that a mantra that appeals to someone’s deepest beliefs (such as from a religious tradition) is more effective at causing relaxation.

The distinction between using your breath and mantra meditation is not black and white. Some sounds like ham sah are intended to be used as a “breath mantra”, to aid in keeping focus on the breath. And you can let the sound of the mantra become subtle, which can make the sensation of the breath more evident.

Mindfulness meditation- The sitting version of this is very similar to breath meditation. It is emphasized to not get carried off by your thoughts, just let them go and return to your focus. I was introduced to this in The Miracle of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh.

I recently read in Altered States that an early text from Theravada Buddhism, from which many modern mindfulness practices have been derived, actually suggest forty different focuses, of which the breath is one choice. So there’s nothing wrong with doing mindfulness meditation with, say, mantra meditation. That works well for me. There can be a “watched pot never boils” effect that is beneficial in this case: When I’m focusing on the mantra, if I try to notice when a distracting thought first arises, there are often less thoughts.

Insight Meditation: This is a step beyond mindfulness. You start out by being dispassionately aware of your thoughts and letting them go. But you progress on to trying to gain insight into the workings of your mind, by “noting” your thoughts. You can just note “thinking” or “feeling” or be more specific like “thinking about work”. Also you try to dis-identify yourself from these thoughts, or sensations, instead of “I’m uncomfortable in this chair” note something like “discomfort is arising”. An important insight is that your thoughts are not you. They are just activity in your mind. There is a passive observer witnessing them, that’s closer to who you really are. Metaphors are used like your thoughts are just images on a movie screen, and the observer is the screen, or your thoughts are clouds in the sky. The classic introduction to this technique is Insight Meditation by Joseph Goldstein

Passage meditation:, This is the method recommended by Easwaran. You slowly repeat the words of an inspirational passage you have memorized to yourself. There is a good anthology of suggested passages in his book God Makes the Rivers to Flow, or religious practitioners could find plenty in their own traditions.

Lovingkindness meditation: This bears some similarity to passage meditation, but specifically uses a passage that tries to invoke unconditional love and compassion for everyone. A classic passage to repeat is the Buddhist one “may all beings be happy, may all beings be at peace, may all beings be free from suffering”. I highly recommend the book Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness [7], by Sharon Salzberg. In Altered States, the authors mentioned that lovingkindness meditators seem to show permanent brain improvements sooner than practitioners of other techniques.

This list is not meant to be complete but it’s a good start, hoping to give you the idea there is more than one method you can try if you don’t like the first. But I would caution about what teachers refer to as the “many small holes” phenomenon. Bouncing around from one method to another without giving any one a good try is like trying to dig a well by digging many shallow holes instead of one deep one. At some point you have to choose one method and stick with it.

Supporting Practices

Other practices are what you do throughout the day to supplement your meditation.

Mindfulness

This is trying to stay in the present moment throughout the day, as described in The Miracle of Mindfulness [4]. In Zen there is a teaching that the hardest part of the practice is “remembering to remember”. For that it helps to have a focus, so paying attention to your breathing is helpful. An interesting alternative recommended by Easwaran was Repetition of a mantra (also called mantram): unlike mantra meditation, this is done continuously throughout the day. It’s kind of like humming, only you do it purposefully with a phrase you choose. It helps prevent boredom, and keeps your mind on a more even keel. I saw an example of how this works when the great pitcher Orel Hershiser was in the world series. He seemed remarkably steady under pressure. Part of his secret was when his team was at bat, he’d sit quietly by himself in the dugout, softly singing hymns to himself.

Using a mantra also taps into the “earworm” phenomenon, like when you get a fragment of a song stuck in your head, but now it is in a positive way. After you’ve continuously repeated a mantra to yourself it becomes automatic. It recedes in the background when you are having a conversation, reading, watching a movie, etc., but it softly comes into consciousness in between. It helps you stay patient in line, stuck at a red light, etc. This is common in various traditions including Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam (the Sufi’s call use of a mantra this way Zikr which means remembrance). As far as what to use for a mantra, Easwaran gives a variety of suggestions in his book. The suggestions in Rev. Roy Eugene Davis’s Easy Guide to Meditation are also useful.

Walking meditation, paying attention to the breath, is a recommended mindfulness practice during the day. Easwaran suggest something similar, walking while repeating the mantra.

Compassion

Selfless service, as in some kind of volunteer work, is a good way to cultivate compassion. And we get a lot out of it to, I remember hearing a doctor say a good predictor of continued health in his older patients is the answer to the question “do you volunteer”. Easwaran recommends another relevant practice called Putting Others First: I mentioned how this one has been going really well for me recently. As I said there, you have to be a little careful with this, some people may take advantage of you if you practice this with them. Easwaran stressed that the idea is not to make “yourself a doormat”, and gave tips and inspiration on this point.

This cover the three main aspects I mentioned above. Here are a couple more recommended by Easwaran:

Training The Senses: In both Buddhism and Hinduism, it is emphasized that a major problem with our false self is “attachments and aversions”, things we desire or things we would like to avoid, which often are perceived through the five senses. An obvious sense that comes to mind is taste, we can have an aversion to what’s good for us and attachment to less healthy foods. I discussed how training the palate works for me previously. I’ve tightened up on that more in the past few weeks and it is going really well. I’ll devote a post to that soon with some more pointers. Aside from avoiding junk food, Easwaran was not big on junk entertainment either. Often the news media, tv shows, and movies do not portray an uplifting portrayal of humanity. He recommended being more discriminating in our choices.

Spiritual Association: This is finding like-minded people to be with from time to time. If you are a practicing member of a religion, then attending church or other temple is an example. Or it might be a meditation or mindfulness group. There are even online ones now. A good source is meetup.com. If you enjoy following Easwaran’s practices, there are online groups at https://www.bmcm.org/community/.

I hope presenting all of these practices did not make it seem to daunting. You don’t have to dive into all of these at once. It might be a good idea to apply Stephen Guise’s Mini Habits approach, maybe trying gradually adding more practices on from time to time.

References

Goleman, D, and Davidson, R, Altered Traits, Penguin Group, 2017.

Easwaran, E, Passage Meditation, Nilgiri Press, 2016.

Davis, R, An Easy Guide to Meditation, Csa Press, 1995. Available on kindle or here

Nhat-Hanh, T,, The Miracle of Mindfulness, Beacon Press, 1996.

Goldstein, J, Insight Meditation, Shambhala, 2003

Salzberg,S, Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness, Shambhala , 2020.

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thisarenotarealblog · 5 years ago

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Girl Genius Event Week 2019: Day 3/8: A Very Von Zinzer Christmas

fic written for girl genius event week! A big thank you to @girlgeniusevents for setting it up!

Also on AO3

Full disclosure: I don’t know if this will ever be finished. But posting things that have sat unfinished for a long time is part of the theme of this event week, so! here we go!

Day 3: Original Characters (my very own take on the 7 other von zinzer brothers) Day 8: Every time I try to write it, it doesnt feel good enough

The Von Zinzer brothers had a genius plan! Or rather, Solomon had a genius plan, Temeluchus was waiting for it to crash and burn and the other 5 didn’t know about it yet. But when they found out, Solomon would be a good baby brother and let them take some of the credit. The youngest of the Von Zinzers knew that the best thing to get someone for Christmas was something they couldn’t or didn’t want to get on their own. Well, Ma wanted the road clear, and not even the 7 of them shoveling could do it fast enough to keep up with it this December . As soon as they finished one section, it had snowed enough to cover up all their work. But Solomon knew a way to do it! He just needed…

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It was certainly a big snowball, Timmie would give him that. The amount of effort and time he’d spent with it up on top of Big Willy Hill1 made sure of that. If, as he claimed he would, he managed to actually get it rolling down the road, it would certainly pick up a lot of snow as it went, and even more on the choked road. It would probably slow down and then just be a big ball of snow halfway down the road, though, and he’d made sure to tell Solomon that. A lot.

“Doesn’t matter even if it does, Temeluchus .” Solomon had said. “Even if it does, then we can just set a fire and melt all of it at once!”

Every time that particular plan B had come up, Timmie (not Temeluchus, that was a stupid name and Mom needed to stop picking names out of books) had been blown off before he could explain that then they’d have a flooded road instead of a snowy one. He was twelve and Solomon was nine, so he was a proper big brother now, and had to act like it. At least that’s what Mom said.2

On Christmas Eve night, in the interest of being a proper big brother, Timmie tried one final time to convince Solomon it was a bad idea. It was at the very peak, his last dumb chance to stop his dumb little brother from doing something dumb.

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Solomon was just about to do it! The Great Road-Clearing Snowball was ready! Soon the South Road would be clear all the way to town! And Ma could send Bruno to market with her wool weaving, and they could all have stamppot for New Year’s! Nothing could stop him now!

“ Solomon !”

Not even Temeluchus!

Wait.

Temeluchus? Was his last thought before the brother three years his senior tackled him into the snow. Wrestling to avoid being pinned, Solomon gave as good as he got, throwing Temeluchus off a couple times and trying to return to his unholy creation. But Temeluchus always got up just in time to tackle him again and move him further away from his masterpiece. So Solomon decided to try Diplomacy...

Also known as Whining.

“Temeluchus, come onnnnnnn I put lotsa work into this!” he whined as he was finally pinned and picked up.

“I don’t care!” His brother replied. “I’m your big brother and that means I gotta look after you. That means keeping you from doing dumb stuff!”

Solomon’s face became mulish. “Mammon does dumb stuff all the time…” he muttered, “And you don’t tell him to stop.”

“Thats because Mam’ is older than me, so he won’t listen if I tell him he’s being dumb! And you're being dumb right now!”

“No I'm not! This is a great idea!” Solomon started wriggling out of Temeluchus’ iron grip. If he could just… reach… the ball…

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Moloch heard the shouting first. He was out on the hillside looking for knightweasels3 that his mom could make into vests. But the raised voices towards the peak distracted him, and probably spooked every living thing on the slopes. The voices were recognizable as belonging to the two youngest doofuses in his family, so he started climbing the hill to hassle them for ruining his work. But as he did, a rumbling began to sound.

“What the-”

Before he could finish the exclamation his mother would thankfully not have heard anyway, he had been creamed by a snowball twice his size and left mashed into the ground. “-Ow.”

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Solomon winced as his creation, hastily launched, plowed Moloch into the ground. He looked okay, just surprised. So that was good. Temeluchus, on the other hand…

He was watching in horror as the snowboulder hurtled down towards the road. Moloch getting flattened didn’t really register, that was just a fact of life. But the snowball was something he could have prevented, and failed to do so. He winced as the growing snowboulder picked up four squirrels, a few hens, several dove-turtles, and a pearbird, along with the Partridge’s Tree it was nesting in, before finally crashing through the fence at the end of the road and beginning its intended work, leaving behind a furrow of bare earth and road. It rolled and rolled, getting bigger as it went, before it finally rolled into the ravine at the the far end of the road

Timmie had to hand it to Solomon. He’d actually managed to clear the road. He’d also wrecked a chunk of hillside, busted the fence, possibly killed a few chickens, left somebody lying in the road, made a mess of Bruno’s snow angel, destroyed a perfectly good Partridge Tree…

Wait, someone laying in the road?

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Serach von Zinzer, single mother and Europan Endurance Parenting Champion twenty years running4, was very tired. As a parent of seven boys, she could say with some certainty that that was normal. Her boys were off doing something ridiculous and foolish. Again, normal. It had been a quiet year, they were due for some nonsense. The road to Schleswig was blocked with snow, save for the most dedicated or desperate sleighdrivers. That, too, was normal.

What was not normal was seeing her two youngest looking so scared. It wasn’t new, but she sure as hell didn’t like it. The half frozen form between them wasn't great for her mood either.

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It was really cold.

Sister Sophia said Father Christmas lived a long way north, and if you made sure to ask him, you might get your wish for Christmas.He had thought long and hard about what he wanted, but by the time he’d figured out how to say it, the last mail carriage had already left! But what he wanted- no, needed for Christmas was too important to wait another year. That would be forever! Father Christmas was old, he might be dead next year!

So, five days before Christmas, after Sister Eliza had snuffed out the candles, he’d gotten together his warmest clothes and some food, snuck past Sleepy Slim the Houndsman, and set off along the north road.

It hadn’t been so cold when he’d started.

After two days, the clouds had rolled in. After three, the snowflakes started falling. After four, the storm had picked up. On the fifth day, he’d fallen down, and didn’t feel like getting up.

It wasn’t so cold anymore. Had someone put a blanket over him?

He was just starting to fall asleep under the softest, coziest, heaviest blanket ever. It was Christmas Eve, right? He tried to count the days, but his head was all fuzzy. Maybe he’d made it, and this was a bed in Father Christmas’ house! Father Linden had said that Father Christmas lived so far north you couldn’t go north anymore. Well, he couldn’t go north anymore. So he must be there, right? With that comforting thought in mind, he settled down for a long winter’s nap. He could hear the rumbling and roaring of Father Christmas’ furnace now…

It was suddenly very cold again, and the blanket was ripped off of him. Someone was shouting. He tried to ask what was going on, but his teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. He was being picked up. He tried to look but his eyes wouldn’t open. Were these Father Christmas’ Gutehelfers? Oh yes, he’d love a cheesed rabbit, thank you very much...

It was suddenly warm again, and something sweet smelling was pressed to his lips. As he sipped at it, he started falling asleep again.

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The kid couldn’t have been more than six years old. Temeluchus and Solomon had brought him in, almost froze to death, saying they’d found him under the snow on the road. With how cold he was to the touch, he’d been under a good long while. Ma, after getting him safe and warming up, asked the important question: “Who the hell is this?”

The Anderssens on the south road weren’t missing anyone, and neither were the Haupts further past them. Why he’d been out in the snow, no one knew, but whatever he was running from, it couldn’t have been good.

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He woke up on Christmas morning, and Bruno was the one watching him. He’d developed a fever as he warmed back up, so someone had to make sure he sipped a spoonful of herbed water every now and then. They’d taken it in shifts, but Bruno usually stayed anyway. He was the oldest, he had a responsibility. Even if it was just some stray Timmie and Solomon brought in…

The kid wiggled a little, and groaned. Bruno snapped to awareness. Sticking his head out the door of Grandpa’s old den/trinket room, he hissed “He’s waking up!”

The kid started trying to push himself up, but Bruno put a hand on his chest. “Whoa, easy there, kid. You don’t want to push yourself too much right now. How do you feel?”

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Everything about the man was big. Big black beard, big strong hands, and he was wearing a big fur coat. As the boy looked around the room, he saw an assortment of fun-looking gizmos and gadgets, and his eyes finally rested on a picture of an old, old, man with a bushy white beard. Just like Father Christmas! But why would this man be in Father Christmas’ workshop? Unless…

That line of thought was disrupted as two bigger kids fell through the door, both trying to be in the room first, jabbering that they each wanted to see him first.

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(Not sure where to go from here- but the little nameless orphan boy gets a family for christmas after being cute at Mama Von Zinzer, and in Mama Von Zinzer fashion, picks him a name from a holy book: Esther.)

1So named because supposedly when William the Conqueror was making his way towards the English Channel, he climbed this hill and saw Albia of England from the top of it. This prompted him to decide he ought to conquer somewhere else. The enormous oblong rock on the hill's peak has NOTHING to do with the name, as generations of residents will rush to assure a visitor.

2Usually with a gimlet eye at Mammon and Gehenna, who had both reached peak maturity at about the age of sixteen and decided they would stay there.

3Created by a warlord looking to protect his favored pets, these naturally armored mammals (actually closer to minks than weasels) were famously resistant to injury. This, of course, led to their hunting for purposes of making light armor. The spark who created them was understandably dismayed to hear about this.

4Klaus Wulfenbach is ranked last in the EEP official rankings, with a rating of DNF (Did Not Father)

#girl genius #moloch von zinzer #the von zinzer brothers #girl genius events #girl genius week #girl genius event week

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mf-despair-queen · 8 years ago

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Maid For A Day - Dave Hodgman

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dave Hodgman/Reader

Word Count: 4345

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving in a way), Master Kink

Notes: I blame Persona 5 for this idea. It was just a funny idea and I can see Dave’s friends trying to get him laid. This is kinda just pure silliness that leads to fucking a hot guy.

Dave drummed his fingers along the table in the café, sipping his lemonade as he waited for his friends to arrive. The summer had just started, and he had officially finished his first year of college. Dave didn’t feel accomplished at that fact, however.

He felt empty.

He ran his fingers through his hair, glancing at the door every few minutes to see if they had arrived. He couldn’t stand this aching silence and loneliness.

The bell jungled as the door opened, Simon and Big Corporation trotting over to the table. Simon had a shit eating grin, patting Dave on the back as Corp sat across from him.

“David! My fine friend. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? How has college life been treating you?” Simon asked, sitting in his normal spot, motioning for a waitress to bring some water.

“You know,” Dave gulped, stirring his lemonade with his straw. “It’s college. Being away from home, studying, classes…” Simon gave him a bored look, a sigh escaping Dave’s lips at it. “What’s that look for?”

“You know, David. I don’t want the boring details. Tell me about the girls.” Simon was blunt, wanting the juicy details of something that Dave didn’t have. He was partially ashamed to say he had done no flirting while he was away.

Sipping the lemonade quietly, he glanced at the eager gaze from his friends. “I didn’t get any girls while I was there.”

Simon groaned, slouching in the booth. “David. You’re still hung up on that Audrey chick?”

“Aubrey,” Dave corrected.

Simon kicked him under the table, Dave wincing at the contact. “No one cares, David. You have to remember. She broke up with you after she cheated on you with that one guy. What was his name again…To…Toby?”

“Tony?” Dave grit his teeth, the name rolling off his tongue in anger. “Yeah. That prick. The pretty boy who came and “Stole Aubrey’s heart” because of his good looks and tiny dick. Whoops. Did I just say that out loud?” Dave joked, bitter and harsh with every word.

“David, you are obviously mad about it all. But you need to get passed it! How are you ever supposed to move on if you keep reminding yourself about her?” Simon had a point, Dave couldn’t argue about that. But it was easier said than done in his mind.

“Yeah well, how exactly do you suggest I forget her? She was my first time, guys. You don’t easily forget something like that. No matter…how bad it was.” Dave sighed the words, wanting nothing more than to bang his head on the table.

“I have a simple solution for that.” Simon’s grin returned, his hand shuffling around his pockets for something. He pulled out a pink piece of paper, unfolded it, and slammed it onto the table. “I present the solution to all your issues, David.”

Dave’s fingers wrapped around the piece of paper, reading it over a few times to see if he understood it entirely. “A maid service?”

“They prefer to call it a housekeeping service, David.” Simon grabbed the flyer from Dave’s hands, looking it over. “It’s the only one in town, and they are relatively new. They send someone to your house to do whatever you need for a whole day. I read their reviews and apparently, their service is top notch. And, the girls they send are supposed to be fucking cute.”

“I don’t think I’m following you, dude.” Dave scratched the back of his head, eyeing his friend. “How is this housekeeping service going to solve my problem with Aubrey?”

“So high school of you, David. These cute girls are willing to do anything for you. For a whole day. Get it? A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.” Simon’s smirk was mocking Dave, and it irked it.

“You want me to get laid…by a maid?” Dave’s mouth was dry as Simon and Corp nodded at him. “How do you even know that these girls will do something like that? They are housekeepers, not prostitutes.”

“David, Come onnnnnnn. I called Stanwyck for all the details on the service, and he said they would willing do it. And you know Stanwyck’s information is top notch.”

“Live a little, Dave.” Corp said, Simon nodding at the man next to him. Simon pulled out his phone, dialing a number into it.

“Simon. What are you doing?” The fear was evident in Dave’s voice as he tried to reach over to grab the phone. Corp just pushed him back into the seat, Dave grunting from the action.

“Yes, hello. My name is Simon Daldry. I was looking to request your housekeeping service for tomorrow. Really? Ok. The address is 200 Anchorage Ave. Yes, thank you very much. We will see you then. Goodbye now.” Simon hung up the phone, placing it down on the table. “They are going to send someone first thing in the morning.”

“What the fuck?! You gave them my address?! Simon, what are you thinking?! How am I supposed to even pay for this?!” Dave was beyond pissed at this point.

“We got you covered on the payment. And your parents are out of town, aren’t they? Then it shouldn’t be an issue,” Simon calmly mentioned, sipping his water.

“Yeah. But I still have Stella! If you guys want me to get laid, I can’t do that with her around. I would be the WORST big brother if I did that.”

“Kathy.” Big Corporation. Short, sweet, and to the point.

“Exactly. Call up her little friend Kathy and see if they can do a playdate or sleepover or whatever shit little kids do these days.”

Dave covered his face with his hands, suppressing the string of curses he wished to scream at his friends. “You guys suck.”

Simon grinned. “You’ll thank us later, David.”

Dave paced his living room, slightly freaking out. The housekeeping service was supposed to be arriving in 15 minutes, and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He had successfully gotten Stella out of the house, so he didn’t have to worry about her. Thank god.

Simon and Big Corporation watched him pace the room. “Calm down, David. It’ll be great. They called to confirm that we wanted someone and asked if we have a preference. I did ask if there is someone around our age, and they said yes. So, they shouldn’t be sending some old hag that’ll make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s…not very helpful Simon.” Dave muttered, glancing out the window for the millionth time. He saw a car pull up, parking at the end of his driveway. “Damn. They’re here guys.”

Simon and Corp rushed over, sneaking a peak out the window next to him. They watched the short girl get out of the car, brushing down the skirt of her outfit as she walked around to the trunk. The black dress was tight in the chest and flowed out at the bottom, ending in the middle of her thighs. The white stockings along her legs hugged them perfectly, and Dave couldn’t help imagining slipping them off, revealing her hidden silky legs. She wore a frilly white apron over the dress, which actually helped to perk her breasts up more.

“Holy shit. She’s a sexy one, huh David?” Simon quipped at Dave, seeing him stare, mouth wide, at the girl in front of his house. They saw her sigh, and glance at Dave’s house. However, once Dave saw her face, he freaked out and backed from the window.

“Fuck guys. I-I can’t do this.”

Simon stared at him questioningly. “What is wrong with you?”

Dave ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it slightly. “That girl…she’s one of Aubrey’s friends from North. I met her once when I went to pick up Aubrey from class. I know she’s our year, because we talked about graduation briefly. She’s a great girl, honestly. But she’s friends with Aubrey. I can’t do this. I can’t try to convince this girl to have sex with me.”

Simon grabbed Dave by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. “It doesn’t matter David. You can do this.” The doorbell rang, all three boys glancing at the door. “We’ll let her in. Then you do what you need to. Get her upstairs and into your bed.”

“You got this, Dave.” Corp nodded, heading for the door with Simon.

Simon opened the door, seeing you standing there holding a bag in your hands. They could see the blush on your cheeks, watching you bow as they opened the door.

“I-I was called for h-housekeeping. My name is Y/N.” You stuttered out to them, unable to keep your composure in front of the guys at the door.

“My name is Simon. Simon Daldry.” He stuck his hand out to you, letting you shake his hand. “This here is Big Corporation. This is our friend’s house. We were just visiting. He was finishing up getting changed and asked us to let you in. We were just leaving anyway.” Simon walked passed you, giving you a small wave. Have fun today, Y/N.”

You waved back at him, unsure what he meant by that. You walked into the house, closing the door softly behind you. “Hello? Is anyone home?” Dave heard your voice and tripped over a table, a loud crash following. “Um…Are you ok?” Following the noise, you found Dave laying on the ground, groaning. “I um…you called for housekeeping?”

Dave stood up, noticing you had entered the room, and brushed off the tight black shirt he was wearing. “Yeah. Yeah we did. Um. My name is Dave. Hodgman. Dave Hodgman. Yeah.” He stuck his hand out, blushing as he got a closer look at your face. Your eyes glowed, your lips were plump and juicy. He noticed how beautiful you were up close like this.

“Dave Hodgman? I’ve heard that name somewhere. Have we met before?” Your eyes traced his entire form, taking in all his little details. The way his chocolate brown hair stuck up perfectly, your fingers itching to run through it. His eyes, a light brown, shone brightly in the lights around his living room. Cute little moles trickled down the side of his face. His muscles bulged under his tight black shirt, and you could see his slight abs and happy trail whenever his shirt lifted from his movements. His jeans were form-fitting, showing his perfect ass.

“Um…yeah. You went to North. You are friends with my girl-...I mean ex-girlfriend.” Dave licked his lips, mouth dry from the conversation. You nodded at him, and gave him a big smile.

“Oh. I remember you now! Aubrey’s ex. You were the really hot guy from West that she started dating and came to pick her up all the time.” You blushed, realizing you had called him hot. “And I’m not really friends with Aubrey anymore. When she told us about how she broke up with you, I stopped talking to her.”

Dave rose an eyebrow at her. “Oh? Why’s that?”

You shuffled your feet. “She didn’t go into details, but mentioned how she broke up with you because she met some other guy. She didn’t tell us anything else about it, but I kind of figured she was hiding something about the matter. I can’t be friends with someone like that. Especially leaving for college.”

“Yeah. She kind of cheated on me with that guy.” Dave walked into his kitchen, you following behind him. “I walked in on them having sex. She broke up with me as soon as she noticed I was there, asking me to leave.”

“Wow. What a bitch.” Dave nodded, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry that happened to you. I hope someone stabs her with a fork for it.”

Dave laughed, handing you a bottle of water. “That’s intense.”

You giggled at him. “Yeah.” You paused, glancing around the room before your eyes met his once more. “Now, you requested a housekeeper. What did you want me to do, master?”

Dave’s dick hardened at the name, and choked on the water he was drinking. “Sorry,” he barely could get out. He pat his chest, clearing his throat. “Why don’t you just start in the living room? I’m not sure everything that needs to get done.”

You bowed, turning to head back. “Will do.”

Dave laid on the couch most of the morning, into the afternoon as you cleaned his parents’ house. You guys made small talk, trying to keep his mind off your beautiful figure running around the house.

Currently, you were dusting some of the knickknacks on that lined a shelf in the corner. Every time you bent over, Dave could see the black panties you wore, covering his groans. His dick was rock solid, and throbbed every time he saw the fabric hiding under the dress.

“So, why exactly are you working as a housekeeper?” Dave questioned, adjusting himself in his pants when you weren’t looking.

“Paying my way through school. My dad passed away in the middle of my senior year and my mom can’t afford my tuition on top of her other bills. I figured I would take a part time job while I was home for the summer.” You told him, your eyes shifting to him occasionally.

“Sorry to hear about your dad. But that doesn’t explain the housekeeping thing. Why be a maid?”

You walked over to him, sitting in a chair near him. “Family friend is the one that started the company, so it was an easy get. It pays well enough and most of the time I get pretty decent tips from the clients.”

“Decent tips?” Dave wondered, wondering if she had given people the exact thing his friends wanted him to get today.

“I think they just think I’m cute or something. I just go, do the job, and leave.” You notice him exhale, almost like he was sighing in relief. You smiled a bit, dragging the chair you were in over to a new shelf. Climbing up carefully, you starting cleaning the top shelves.

Dave watched you haphazardly stand on this chair to clean the shelf, rolling off the couch to walk over to you. “You should be careful, shorty.”

“I’m always careful, Dave.” You giggled, right before your foot slipped from the chair. Your eyes clenched shut as you were sent tumbling. Luckily, Dave’s arms wrapped around you and cushioned your fall to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, Dave’s whiskey ones gazing straight into your own orbs. He licked his lips, and you could feel his minty breath fanning over your face. Your cheeks blushed a bright red, the air caught in your throat.

“Told you to be careful,” he quipped. You leaned a bit closer to him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“I guess you did. How could I ever repay you, master?”

“I could think of a few ways.” In an instant, his lips were on yours. His soft lips were perfect against yours. The way he moved his lips against yours was smooth, his lips engulfing yours entirely. Your eyes fluttered closed again, pushing further into the kiss. His hand found your cheek, guiding you through the kiss. You could feel his thumb rub your cheek, tracing small circles on your soft skin.

You pulled back, flicking your tongue over his lips, eliciting a moan from him. “I should get back to cleaning now. What room is next? Your bedroom?”

Dave didn’t answer, scrambling from underneath you. He picked you up, carrying you up his stairs as you placed small kisses along his throat. Kicking open his bedroom door, he tripped over multiple things on his floor to place you on the first thing he could: his desk.

You glanced at his room, and let out a laugh. “Maybe I really do need to clean it up.”

He rolled his eyes, tugging at the knot at held your apron up. “Maybe wait till later, sugar. We’re about to make this place even messier.”

“I kind of like the sound of that,” You whispered, tugging the apron off your body and tossing it somewhere behind him. His lips met yours in a feverish kiss, kissing you harder and more fierce than last time. Your teeth clashed together, his tongue slipping through to battle your own. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue rubbing against your own, feeling yourself getting wet.

Your hands ran up his arms, loving the feeling of his muscular biceps under your fingertips, and down his chest. With one tug of the shirt, he was throwing it across the room, letting you revel in his muscular chest and tracing the hair from his happy trail.

He kissed your neck and collar bone, tugging off the stockings you wore with ease. His fingers ran over your legs, feeling the goosebumps he was causing. Eventually, his fingers slipped under the dress and over your heat. “You’re wet already,” he panted at you, sucking your collarbone.

“Have been since the moment I laid eyes on you, master. I’m just better at hiding it than you are.”

Dave grunted, slipping his fingers passed your panties and into your entrance. You moaned at the contact, head falling back against the wall. “Do you have any idea what that name is doing to me, sugar? Every time you call me master today, I harden a bit more. Every time you bent over and I saw under your dress, I throbbed. You’ve been killing me slowly all day, so I think it’s time to make you pay up.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots as he lifted the bottom of your dress. He ripped your panties with his remaining hand (skills man), and dipped his head to your clit, drawing different shapes over it with his tongue. His fingers continued the motions they started, curling into different spots within you.

“Holy shit, Dave. You are the best master I’ve ever had the pleasure of serving.” Your moans got louder, feeling him nibble on your clit at the comment. You struggled to get any words out, barely able to form sentences. “You know, I kept calling you master all day because I knew it turned you on. I’ve had to fight all day just to keep from jumping you. You looked so good and I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

Your walls clenched around his fingers, and he could feel your body shaking as your orgasm coursed through your body. Your voice echoed through his room, his name rolling off your tongue fluently. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly, your other hand flailing to grip something and knocking objects off his desk in the process.

Dave slowly pulled his fingers from your core, licking your juices from his fingers. He listened to your shallow pants, moving back up to place his lips on yours. “Do you want to continue, sugar?”

His fingers messed with the zipper on the back of your dress, eying you for permission. Your nod was all he needed, the zipper slipping down your back and the dress being ripped over your head. Your breasts fell freely, Dave’s eyes landing on them instantly. “Damn, you have a nice rack.”

You grinned, pushing him away to hop off the desk. His hands found your waist to steady you, your legs not functioning completely after your orgasm. You maneuver him towards the bed, fiddling with the button on his pants. His lips would ghost over yours, feeling your teeth tug on his lip.

He was able to kick off his pants before the back of his knees found the bed, falling back with you on top of him. You kissed your way down his chest, sucking and licking along the way. Your nose brushed over his cock, feeling it jolt in his boxers.

“Master, will you please let me please you?” Dave groaned, pushing his boxers down as his response. You kissed along his dick a few times, licking over the head to taste the precum he had leaked. He watched as you gently moved your breasts around his dick, squeezing them around his shaft. He moaned loudly, feeling you pump his cock between your breasts, licking the tip the whenever he was close to your mouth. He started to thrust to help, enjoying the feeling your breasts gave around him.

“Damn, sugar. Your tits are the best. It’s my turn to show them some love.” He pulled you up, placing a sensual kiss to your lips and flipping you over. Your back pressed against the cotton sheets, Dave’s mouth attaching to your breast. Your fingers tangled into his sheets, pulling at them whenever his tongue ran over your nipple or tugged it with his teeth.

“Master. I need you. Please.” He grunted into your breast, licking them until he left no spot untouched. He reached into his bedside table, pulling a box of condoms from the depths. Pulling out a packet, you swiped it from his hand, ripping the package open with your own teeth, slipping it over his cock.

“Not going to lie. That was kind of hot to watch.”

“You going to keep drooling over that, or are you going to fuck me properly, master?” Dave took your lips once more, thrusting his hips into yours. You felt his dick enter you, your walls instantly tightening around him. His breath hitched against your lips, your nails gripping at his biceps as he waited for you to adjust. “Dave, why are you so big? You’re filling me up so much. It feels fantastic.”

He smirked, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I just think you’re too tight, sugar. I could barely fit into your tiny pussy.”

You swallowed, kissing along the shell of his ear. He started gently rolling his hips along yours, increasing the pace steadily over time. Your legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer to you. He nipped at your neck, leaving countless marks along it.

“Faster. Harder. Please Dave,” your whimpered, placing long scratches down his back.

He leaned back, his fingers grabbed at your thighs to hold them up. His hips snapped against yours, your body jolting at the new sensations he was causing you. His speed was off the charts, ramming his cock into you relentlessly. The tip tapped your g-spot every time, pleasure running through your entire body whenever they were in contact.

One of his fingers found your clit, rubbing frantically to get you to your peak. Your pants turned to gasps, occasionally letting out a moan or a scream of his name. Your walls tightened around him, Dave’s cock pulsating and twitching with every movement. His rhythm was beginning to falter, his motions getting sloppy.

“Cum with me, Dave.” His dick twitched at your voice, your walls clenching one last time as he watched your body spasm, your juices running over the condom. Your body shook uncontrollably, your toes curled into his back, and your back arched off the bed. Your head fell back into the pillows, a loud moan fueling his own orgasm. The fire within him exploded, his seed spilling into the condom. His entire body trembled, enjoying the feeling he had been craving for so long. He missed this feeling. He didn’t want it to end.

He pulled from you, removing the condom and dropping it into the trash next to the bed. He leaned his forehead against yours, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I don’t see why Aubrey left you. You’re fucking fantastic.”

“You think so, eh? Good to know.” Dave rubbed his nose against yours. “So, round two?” A shiver ran up your spine when he asked, a simple tug into another passionate kiss being the only answer he needed.

At sunset, he walked you to the door, helping try to smooth out the wrinkles that had formed in your dress as it laid on his bedroom floor.

He dipped his head, a gentle kiss placed on your lips. “I’m going to miss you. I might need to request your services again.”

You giggled, nuzzling into his chest. “You know how to get a hold of me, Dave. Just give me a call. I need to come help clean up your room still anyway.”

“Right.” He smacked your ass as your turned to leave, a smirk forming on his lips. “I’ll see you around, sugar.”

You gave him a quick wink, strutting down his walkway to your car. “Sure thing, master.”

Dave gave a quick wave as you drove away, shutting the door with a soft click. As if they knew, Simon was already calling him, probably for details.

“So, how did it go?” Simon was blunt as soon as Dave answered.

“Well,” Dave paused, the smile on his face widening. “Let’s just say I need to buy a new box of condoms before I see her again.”

The fall came too quickly for Dave’s liking. Fall meant he was back at his college, ready to start a new year.

He walked from his class with his friend and roommate, Matt. They chatted about random things, till a voice called from down the hall.

“Hey! Dave!” His eyes glanced down the hall, seeing your tiny form waving at him ferociously.

“Who’s that?” Matt questioned, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

Dave smiled, returning your wave with his own. “My girlfriend.”

Dave bid farewell to his friend and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to kiss you. Your tongue licked over his lips, your hands twisted in his shirt.

“You know how happy I was when I found out you go to the same college as me?” Dave smiled, picking you up and giving you a quick spin. You giggled and hugged him close.

“It works out for everyone. But is your dorm as bad as your bedroom? If it is, I might just have to clean up for you.”

Dave leaned you against a wall, his lips close to yours. “Sugar, you can be my maid any day.”

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WWE Survivor Series 2018 PPV Review

I mean, I’m not expecting it to top TakeOver of course, but I am pretty excited for this PPV. Let’s go ahead and get started.

Date: 11.18.18 / Arena: Staples Center - Los Angeles, CA / Attendance: 16320 / Tagline: N/A

Women’s Survivor Series Match Nia Jax, Tamina, Mickie James, Sasha Banks, & Bayley “Team Raw” def. Naomi, Asuka, Mandy Rose, Sonya Deville, Carmella “Team Smackdown” Sole Survivor: Nia Jax in (20:09)

Bayley and Sasha inserted last second? Okay, I like it

Crowd is hot at first but seems to have cooled down unfortunately

Wonderful Thesz Press off the top rope by Mickie James. What a pro

Dissent between Deville and Rose

GOD THE MARKETING OF THIS SHOW IS SO ANNOYING WE ALL KNOW SMACKDOWN IS THE BETTER BRAND

“Well Cole, you’re an idiot.” GO OFF GRAVES

Backstabber into Banks Statement is a dope sequence

Asuka looking mildly vicious? What’s this?

Nia Jax’s heat is absolutely nuclear. I’m honestly starting to suspect the whole thing with Becky is a work like Jericho says.

Jax & Banks vs Asuka is a sick matchup

Lol yeah Jax throws Banks off the top rope. Imagine not thinking you’re being worked here

Becky Lynch run in?

No! Jax is the Sole Survivor. The fuck?

My Rating [2*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [2.75*]

Seth Rollins pins Shinsuke Nakamura in (21:26).

Fuck, what a cool matchup. Yet another moment where I just sigh and remember how much I love wrestling

Shinsuke rocking the blue, not an awful look! The deep V is hawt

COME ONNNNNNN yess Shinsuke get in this man’s head

The feeling out phase is going on too long here

“Nakamura is also an American hero” yes, Graves, he is. I agree

Absolutely brutal punishment on the outside between both guys

They keep putting over Rollins’ head not being in the match but its not really showing in the match itself

So many fucking rest holds OMG. Both these guys are so dynamic, why is the match so slow?

Rollins dumps Nak off the side aaaaaand the suicide dive! The double suicide dive! The crowd calls for a triple and ROLLINS OBLIGES!

Flying springboard clothesline from Rollins!

A badass spinning kick from Nak

High impact superkick from Rollins...wow, that was brutal

Rollins reverses the triangle hold into a bucklebomb on Shinsuke!

Rollins does the superplex roll-through into Falcon Arrow is super cool but...he does it constantly. always impressive but i knew exactly what was coming when he went up there

Reverse exploder from Nakamura sets up Kinshasa, misses, Rollins counters into a two count

Curb stomp and Rollins beats Nakamura. Cooooooool, man. Not boring or uninteresting at all considering the lack of interference or anything.

My Rating [3.5*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [3.75*]

Sheamus & Cesaro “The Bar” w/ The Big Show def. Akam & Rezar “AoP” w/ Drake Maverick in (09:04).

What the fuck is this match lol. Insane skill on display with the Big Show just standing around.

If they’re putting over Maverick’s ability to make AoP tag champs...are they technically burying Ellering?

Punch, Cesaro, punch away! Again and again!

a pretty sweet double hot tag spot and Sheamus goes ham

Drake Maverick fucking pisses himself, but that’s a distraction and AoP roll up Sheamus after a double team hit. Jesus christ this is so cringey. You could also see Drake grabbing at his crotch to get the gimmick going. Boring with an incredibly bad finish

My Rating [1*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [1.75*]

Cruiserweight Championship Match Buddy Murphy [c] pins Mustafa Ali in (12:19)

Right out of the gates they’re going hard, insane flip by Ali off the top rope and onto the side

And a massive fucking push into the barricade from Murphy to Ali jesus

These guys are insanely good but they probably need two TakeOver type events a year in order to make me feel invested in the stories at all

Some fucking comically complicated and impressive spinning DDT from Ali, holy shit

Ridiculous Spanish Fly by Ali off the table

Vicious powerbomb into sit down powerbomb by Murphy

“This is awesome” chants kick in, and it’s seeming like they’re turning down crowd noise here--I can’t imagine why to be honest

Dope match but Itami / Murphy the other week was better tbh

My Rating [3.75*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4*]

Men’s Survivor Series Match Bobby Lashley, Finn Balor, Dolph ZIggler, Drew McIntyre, & Braun Strownman “Team Raw” def. The Miz, Jeff Hardy, Samoa Joe, Rey Mysterio, and Shane McMahon “Team SmackDown” in (23:58)

Already pissed because Balor has to wear a fucking shirt

CHA CHING CHA CHING HERE COMES SHANE O FUCKING MAC

Claymore Kick from McIntyre to Joe and IMMEDIATELY pins Joe. Fuck that. The crowd agrees and chants bullshit.

Shane O’Mac throwing them potatoes at Ziggler lmao

I understand he’s not a great wrestler, but I will never ever understand the vitriol of some of the Shane hate. He’s so fun and so willing to put his body on the line

a pretty great story being told here with SmackDown being able to cooperate and mack up for the difference in size and skill while Raw has insane amounts of power but can’t work together

SHANE MCMAHON OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE YES KING

Such a stiff stomp from Balor he would up falling on top of Miz omg

BALOR JUST POPPING THE FUCK OFF WHAT CHAOS

Mysterio pins Balor, damn

Lashley just fucking up Mysterio

OH MY GOD SHANE ISNT GONNA GO COAST TO COAST ON ZIGGLER BUT HE DOES AND HE PINS DOLPH

SHANE IS NOT GOING TO GO COAST TO COAST A SECOND TIME ON LASHLEY WHAT THE FUCK BUT HE TRIES AND GETS DECKED BY BRAUN ON THE SIDE

Shane is the last one left for SmackDown. Get ready for some bullshit that will make the internet mad lmao

Or...not. Raw just fucking wins. Ok. What the hell. This is dumber than Shane shenanigans.

My Rating [3*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [3.75*]

Ronda Rousey def. Charlotte Flair by DQ in (14:11)

Not smooth or technically sound, really, but absolutely brutal and believable

SPEAR FROM CHARLOTTE ON A FIRED UP ROUSEY GODDAMN

Ronda is really good at selling that leg, I was genuinely concerned at multiple points

RONDA HITS THE PIPER’S PIT THAT LOOKS VICIOUS

Charlotte viciously attacks with the Kendo stick is this a HEEL TURN? A DQ finish but goddamn do i love this

CHARLOTTE WITH THE CHAIR

NATURAL SELECTION ONTO THE CHAIR ROUSEY IS SO FUCKING BLOODIED

THE CHAIR AROUND RONDA’S NECK HOLY FUCK

where were you when Ronda was kill

such props to Ronda for taking this beating

All of a sudden Rousey looks very mortal and I love it

My Rating [4.25*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4.25*]

Brock Lesnar pins Daniel Bryan in (18:43)

So...is Bryan gonna win via Heyman screwjob? Because the commentators keep putting over how Lesnar is absolutely guaranteed to win

Bryan just fucking around with Lesnar lmao

“I’m...legit concerned for Daniel Bryan” -Renee Young

Lesnar just fucking ragdolling Bryan

Bryan is “out”

yeesh...just what the fuck

REVERSAL WHAT THE FUCK

THE YES LOCK

Lesnar wins. I can’t believe I let my hopes get up. Fuck.

My Rating [4*] / Daddy Meltzer’s Rating [4.5*]

Overall PPV Grade: B

One of the better main roster PPVs of 2018, Survivor Series had an incredibly strong card despite the loss of Becky Lynch. The SS matches themselves were a mixed bag but overall enjoyable, and Bryan vs. Lesnar as well as Flair vs. Rousey tore the fucking house down. Really solid stuff.

-11/20/18

#wwe #survivor series #wrestling #pro wrestling #lesnar #daniel bryan #ronda rousey #charlotte flair #becky lynch

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