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hangup119 · 8 months ago

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twenty-two. galvanized steel and eco-friendly wood veneers

warnings: spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (manga only), cringe brain rot 😓

NERVOUS WOULD BE A COMPLETE AND UTTER UNDERSTATEMENT FOR WHAT ANTON LEE CURRENTLY FELT.

After he had made sure that the stream was officially over and that his camera was no longer running, he had made a quick dash towards the nearest mirror in a vain attempt of making sure he didn’t look too much of a try-hard with his outfit and hair. Only after making sure that he didn’t look like either, he gathered the last of his wits (what much was left after playing Resident Evil 4 for two whole hours anyway) and proceeded to make his way down to the lobby to finally meet the ”girl of his dreams,” according to the embarrassing, spur-of-the-moment tweet he had made earlier. He cringed just to even think back on it.

“Where is she?” Anton muttered as he stepped out of the elevator, quickly looking around the relatively empty lobby for any sign of you, much to no avail.

Well, this is it, he thought while attempting to steel his nerves for the umpteenth time. This was the moment all previous chapters have accumulated to—the peak of countless weeks of having known each other online in and out of streaming and private DMs he would sometimes think about during the crack of dawn on a random Tuesday. He figured that there wasn't much to do now since he already hyped himself up while he was cleaning this morning, and recently just now when he was still five floors above. Sure, he probably looked real stupid when he kept repeating affirmations to himself (“your rizz is real, your rizz is real…!”) in front of whoever was monitoring the CCTVs today, but Anton realized that he was far too skittish about your short-notice meet up to truly care about others’ perception of him anymore. Which, in hindsight, was concerning. He wonders if he needs to schedule an appointment at the doctor’s…

“Boo.”

Anton jumped lamely, cursing under his breath before having it immediately taken away when he turned around to face you.

You blinked up at him.

“Woah,” you said, a bit surprised, “you’re so… tall.”

“And you're so… short,” was his genius response.

“What was that?” you asked darkly. Anton gulped nervously, but then you looked at him quizzically. “No, like, seriously, what’d you say? I couldn’t hear you properly; your voice is too soft, man.”

Oh, okay. He almost breathed out a sigh of relief because you didn’t hear that.

“Nothing important,” Anton stammered, hastily ushering you towards the elevator doors without giving you a chance to say anything else. “Let’s just go. You wanna see the fish, right?”

“But I—…” you trailed off, watching him hurriedly press the buttons on the wall. “Yeah, okay,” you breathed out eventually, awkwardly fiddling with the straps of your bag. When the doors finally closed, Anton stood back and glanced at you briefly. It didn’t go unnoticed however, as you quickly returned the look, offering him a small, steady grin.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“Hi,” he nodded back at you, before tearing his gaze away.

Anton didn’t bother to say anything else, and neither did you, so it was safe to say that the ride towards the seventh floor ended up being a little awkward, what with him trying to discreetly steal glances at you every now and then without you noticing, far too busy finding out what’s so interesting about the elevator ceiling.

By the tenth urge, he realized just how hard it was to resist looking at you.

Truly, incredibly, and scarily concerning.

Now, don’t get it wrong: Anton’s not the kind to just fall for anyone that easily. Sure, he may be young and chronically online and knows too much brain rot-terminology for his own good, but he wasn’t some fourteen-year-old on Discord with a Ken Kaneki profile picture who’d join random servers that would probably die within three months, snag an E-Girlfriend within that time frame before breaking up with her because ‘LDR just won’t work out, babe, it’s not you, it’s me’ or however those situations would go. He was better than that, or so he’d like to think. (Although he was, unfortunately, a twenty-year-old on Discord.)

Point is, Anton wasn’t stupid enough to fall for just anyone he met online—much less someone he met on Roblox Altitorture, for goodness sake! He can entertain the thought of finding them pretty through pictures he’s seen online, yeah, and he can entertain his friend’s teasing remarks about his supposed crush on someone he hasn’t even met, but Anton liked to believe that it never was that serious. He wasn’t that jealous over you sitting all alone inside another guy’s house, looking after another guy’s fish, or planning to spend another guy’s fifty bucks on useless micro-transactions he could buy for you as quick as lightning without you having to lift a finger (and he has!), and he definitely wasn’t that serious when he accidentally blurted out a sentence that could potentially jeopardize the fanbase he had been steadily building up since he was fifteen, right?

And inviting you over to his house under the pretext of taking a look at his fish (who was probably in both Sungchan and Shotaro’s hit list) wasn't that serious.

…Right?

You’re just friends, Anton convinced himself when the two of you exited the elevator and walked towards his door. You’re just friends, Anton repeated inside his head as he typed in his PIN on the keypad. You’re just friends, he reassured when he finally swung the door op—

“God, you’re so rich,” you muttered the moment you entered his condo, and all thoughts of denial Anton had repeating in his mind suddenly came running out the window as he watched you remove your shoes at the front. “You have all this space to yourself?”

“My mom visits sometimes,” he squeaks out pathetically.

You looked back at him, a bemused smile on your face and—oh, who was Anton kidding? You’re way prettier in real life compared to the pictures he saw on Sohee’s Facebook post, and whether that was a good thing for his mental health or not—well, he didn’t want to find out anymore.

Wrongly assuming you’d head straight towards his fish tank, Anton found himself trailing after you as you started loitering by the living room. “Are these your parents?” you asked, signaling towards the multitude of frames on top of the wooden furniture. “You have a brother? He looks just like you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Anton affirmed, moving to point at the photos. “That’s my mom, my dad, and my younger brother. Over there are my grandparents.”

You whistled. “Wow, your mom’s really pretty,” you noted with a laugh, “she looks like she could be famous, or something.”

“Uh, she was an actress, actually.”

Your smile dropped as quickly as it appeared. Anton had to stifle back a snort.

“...For real?” you asked, carefully looking back at the picture and then towards him. He slowly nodded. “What? Don’t tell me your dad’s famous too? Your grandma? Your childhood dog? The mailman who steals your Amazon deliveries?”

His silence practically confirmed it, and you squawked in response. (Though you weren’t too sure about the mailman. The grandma and the dog? Sure, since even his fish was famous.)

“My dad’s a music producer,” Anton elaborated, moving away from you to head towards the corner where his fish, the supposed star of the day, resided at. “He’s over in Korea, though, so I don’t see him as often anymore.”

You followed after him, unsure of where else to go. “Your mom was an actress, and your dad’s some hot-shot music producer… and you decided to become a Let’s Play streamer?” you wondered to yourself, incredulous. Anton looked back at you indignantly, but you merely shrugged back at him. “I’m just saying, dude. You could be, like, I don’t know, a K-pop idol or something with those connections. Oh! You could be in NCT—what do you think of bright, green hair on those luscious locks of yours?”

Anton gave you a scalding side-eye.

“...Nah,” he eventually said with a shake of his head, a wistful grin on his face. “It’s a little late for that.”

You were about to say something else, something probably much more snarky to the absolute nonsense Anton responded to your suggestion with, but your words quickly died down inside your throat the moment a familiar shape of glass appeared in your vision. Anton promptly stepped aside to let you have your moment with his pet, unable to fight off the smile rising on his face as you approached the tank with wide, astonished eyes.

“Stonerland,” you breathed out quite dramatically, finally witnessing the white betta fish swim inside his lonesome tank. “You’re real.”

You inched closer towards the glass, but remained mindful not to touch it per Leehan’s wise teachings. The light from inside reflected onto your eyes, splashes of green and white appearing in them. It would’ve been off putting to anyone else who was observing you, the you who was unblinking as you stared at the oblivious animal, but you didn’t seem to care. You were completely and utterly entranced, lost in your own little world.

“...You’re so pretty,” you murmured, following Stonerland’s every move.

Your gaze slowly moved towards him.

“Right, Anton?” you asked, fully expecting him to be looking at the fish as well.

Instead, you were met with him already staring back at you, like those romance K-Dramas Eunseok always made him watch with their cliché fireworks scenes that always had Anton’s eyes rolling whenever it inevitably came up. They were all just copies of one another anyway—Han River, fireworks, and the main couple having the space all to themselves when it really should have been packed to the brim with other couples because it was South Korea.; he really could have cared less about such things (even if Eunseok swore to him that they were “peak”).

“Yeah,” he breathed out absentmindedly.

And because Anton always disliked watching those scenes, the thought of him doing the same thing, albeit at a different situation but with the same principle regardless, never crossed his mind.

But now, inside his place—the Han River—and watching his fish—the fireworks—with only the two of you beside each other, Anton didn’t even have the chance to roll his eyes because he was too busy staring at you, like some cliché male lead in some cliché romance K-Drama.

“Oh,” you said.

And then Anton blinked, snapping himself out of his reverie. “What?” he sputtered out, looking away from you and towards Stonerland, before inevitably bringing his gaze towards you again, only to shy away when you caught him in the act all over again. He coughed out, “What were you saying? Sorry, I was… I was thinking about something else.”

“Like what?” your head tilted to the side.

“Like,” Anton nervously began, licking his lips as he thought of something to respond with only to come up with blanks. “Like, uh—”

His eyes landed on Stonerland.

“—I was just thinking of ways that I could fortify his tank so evil, malicious forces won’t get to him…?” he cringed as the words just kept tumbling out of his mouth. “Because I’m low-key scared that if I invite the boys over, Sungchan and Shotaro will find a way to murder my fish when I’m not looking. Or something like that. I don’t know—I’m just getting bad vibes from them, you know? I might just be paranoid, though.”

Anton immediately found himself desperately avoiding your gaze, feeling the tips of his ears turn red at how stupid he must have sounded just now.

“No, I get it,” you said, which catched his attention. “Those two are definitely up to no good, since you practically memorialized the empire they worked so hard to destroy in the form of a fish. A small, helpless fish up against two grown men… yeah, maybe just don’t invite them over.”

Anton looked at you hopefully, only to be immediately let down when you continued.

“To be honest, if Stonerland was your pet fish in Minecraft, I’d probably blow it up when you aren’t looking too. Redstone engineering and all, it’d look like a whole fireworks show,” you added bluntly, watching the tank with blank eyes. After a second, however, you quickly look back at him with an easygoing smile, cheerfully saying, “Good thing Stonerland’s a real fish, right? So cute! Betta fishes are the best…” you sighed wistfully.

You didn’t bother commenting on the look of absolute horror on Anton’s face, too busy cooing at his fish as if you had not just threatened to blow it up in another life.

He looked at Stonerland—poor and unassuming Stonerland, oblivious to the evils surrounding him and his owner. He wasn’t even safe from the girl who kept squealing over him, simply because of his given name. Poor, poor Stonerland indeed. Anton briefly considered changing the unfortunate fish’s name, maybe install some galvanized steel beams around his tank and some eco-friendly wood veneers for extra protection just in the slightest case anyone would dare to think of hurting his precious betta fish, but he was definitely putting up a sign that had Sungchan and Shotaro’s names crossed off on his front door.

He slowly turned to you, meekly saying, “Please don’t hurt him.”

You looked at him, absolutely flabbergasted. “Stonerland’s a guy?”

“Yeah?” Anton’s eyebrows furrowed. “...You didn’t know?”

“What!” you gaped. “But the fins…! It’s so pretty and long!”

“Male betta fishes have longer fins, and they’re much leaner,” Anton explained, pointing at Stonerland’s white, flowy fins. “Shouldn’t you know this? Isn’t that Leehan guy you’re friends with a fish-expert or whatever?”

You pouted. “Well, he is, but he doesn’t own any bettas… so I don't know if he knows anything about them.”

“Hm, so Leehan doesn’t know shit about bettas, the coolest fish ever. I see.”

He felt pride quickly bubble inside his chest when you looked at him expectantly. “Right, yeah! Bettas are so cool! And you know so much about them; that’s so cool!”

“Nah,” he pretended to be humble, scratching the nape of his neck. “I just did my research.”

“You should buy a black one,” you continued enthusiastically, “so they can swim together! Isn’t that cute?”

Anton deadpanned. “Uh, they’ll probably fight to death if that happens…”

“Oh, so like SatoSugu,” you said blandly.

Yeah, whatever that means, Anton thought.

The both of you stayed there for a little while more, with most of it spent on useless chatter and you taking hundreds of photos of his fish, so much so that Anton worried whether your phone’s storage was about to reach its limit, however you didn’t seem to care. He honestly didn’t know what exactly was so enamoring about the fish—it was just some small living creature that came with flowy fins and a penchant for loneliness, and all it would do is swim and eat and live off of Anton’s paycheck, but he supposed that if you enjoyed looking at it so much, then he was fine with keeping it. Heck, he’d be fine with protecting it against Sungchan and Shotaro, if it meant that it would keep you happy to see it was still alive.

Which is, again, concerning. Anton never meant for any of this to happen—he never meant for him to wake up on a random Friday and decide that he was gonna let you into his house when you were, at the core of this situation, just some girl he had just coincidentally met online—and at a kids’ game of all places.

But between the calls you’ve shared, the jokes, the countless hours you’ve spent together playing games, and the private DMs you’ve shared where no one else could interrupt him teasing subtweets or obsessive ramblings from either shippers or haters, then Anton figured that getting Stonerland was worth all the trouble and money (and Wonbin’s constant whining at the bus) just to see you smiling towards the tank.

…So, yeah, maybe he was jealous of you sitting all alone in another guy’s house, watching another guy’s fish, planning on using the money you earned to purchase useless micro-transactions he could easily buy for you, and maybe accidentally blurting out a sentence that could potentially ruin his career was all the more worth it when you are literally standing right next to him now.

Anton never thought that everything would eventually lead up to this moment, and he might not be extremely smitten with you right now the way those male leads in K-Dramas would be, at least he doesn’t think so, but what he knows is that there was already a tiny voice inside his head constantly saying that, eventually, at a moment when he least expects it, it will happen.

“If you want, I can buy you a black betta fish,” he started, leaning his chin on his palm, “and then we’d have matching fishes. Just like SatoSugu, right?”

You glanced back at him, a little bit shocked. But then your eyes twinkled, and a laugh escaped from your lips. Anton found himself smiling back.

“No way,” you said, “you don’t have to do all that. You already bought me some Robux.”

“It was literally just twenty dolla—”

You cut him off. “Plus, one of them dies anyway," you said grimly, your expression darkening. "Actually, they both die."

That quickly shut him up.

You continued with a snap of your fingers. “You know what, I’ll just tell you their whole lore—no, wait, we should just watch Jujutsu Kaisen instead! Do you have a Netflix account? Let’s binge the first season.”

Seemingly without a choice, Anton promptly handed you the remote to his TV, staring blankly ahead while he followed you towards his couch.

It seemed that it was also safe to say that your online personality translated perfectly into real life. For better or for worse.

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SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obby’s on roblox, and you’re no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on roblox’s altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing you’ll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. wooo first written chapter! what do you guys think so far??? i really like putting the pov on anyone else BUT y/n, it makes her more mysterious HAHA

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froagles · 16 days ago

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I have- a lot to say about Chapter Four, so-

I sound a bit salty, because I am, but I promise it’s all not that serious and it is just a game! Let’s all remember that and be respectful

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD BIG RANT BELOW ⚠️

❌ There’s about to be a lot of negative so if you don’t want to see it skip to the positives! Totally fair! It came out yesterday and I was hyped and it didn’t meet my personal hype, so I am a bit salty ngl! So totally fair to skip ❌

I can’t really talk much about Yarnaby because his death was SUPER glitched? So I was kind of just like “…okay- I mean yikes for him but-“ I can’t even tell if it was something I did that made him burn? I’m someone who hates chase sequences (not because they’re bad I just get too stressed lmao) but his felt kiiiind of underwhelming? But again one of the places I assume he was supposed to be chasing was- glitched as all hell he didn’t chase me at all, but anyways, my son that I can’t draw, I’m so sorry

Pianosaurus- honestly? I didn’t give him the time of day during promos and such, and honestly now I’m ashamed I didn’t, I’m someone that needs time to just- stare at a character’s design for more than four seconds, just to picture their potential, and staring at his design after the fact, yeah, a MUSICAL chase scene? Are you KIDDING me?? I would’ve fucked with that, SO. HARD. I think Mob was trying to go for the funny route, that or just to show how unstable/strong Doey is, but- I don’t know maybe he could’ve come in and saved us.. after an actual chase scene? My man had ten seconds of life including the cutout, Mob hates dinosaurs fr

The Doctor- I don’t know man I wasn’t too hyped about him like- fight wise? But I knew he’d come with lore and it’d be a different kind of villain so I was still hyped in a sense, and- since I can’t say much about Yarnaby’s death- then the Nightmare Critters stuff? Like it was interesting he was playing with us, but he just dies so easily, like I guess it makes sense, he’s an immovable(?) computer, but for someone everyone expected to be the main villain, and who was talking so much shit to us the whole game, he was also kind of underwhelming, disappointing really the mindless drone computers was also all glitchy so I couldn’t tell you much there

Saved this for last (critique wise) because if you follow me/like my stuff you probably know I love the Nightmare Critters, they got me into actually drawing Poppy Playtime stuff instead of just fixating on the Smiling Critters but not drawing them, helped that I had finally gave in and watched chapter three (out of order.. I finally watched chapters one and two like a week ago, fake fan I know) in September, and then they came out in October

Maybe it’s dumb, but these stupid emo critters mean a lot to me for personal reasons, a lot more than they probably should, so to say I was excited was an understatement, and- the trailer didn’t give me high hopes, but I stayed hopeful, thinking maybe that tease of a Bigger Baba would lead to something? Like- “maybe she’s actually an ally! They did say multiple allies, she’s the black sheep of the Nightmare Critters! It makes sense! They have their own jingle made too, maybe there’s a commercial!” And then to not even get cutouts of them felt kind of like a stab in the heart

They started their big promotion of the chapter with a week long introduction and- nothing, and yes you can argue the same thing happened to the Smiling Critters in chapter three though comparatively they got way more than the Nightmare Critters, which they gave us more of in chapter four, but that’s just the thing, why make the Nightmare Critters in the first place then? It’s not like it’d tarnish the Smiling Critters’ brand, they were introduced AS antagonistic plushies trying to eat us, and if the idea was that they were such a failed attempt (in universe) at trying to attain the same popularity as the Smiling Critters.. why not say? Give us a note? A line? An acknowledgment besides them visibly attacking us to their existence? Even as a villain despite the symbolism Baba could’ve been a parallel to Catnap, something, but nope, she was just the main grunt character, like actually, that’s what her and the Nightmare Critters were, Yarnaby was a pet, they were like The Doctor sent out bugs to come at us, in the cage room they were just slightly bigger bugs, like what is that about by the way? Are they not Bigger Bodies? Are they the “main” Critters? Like tell us things about them please, even their little jingle is an Easter Egg there’s NO acknowledgment of them, at all, and to top it all off, no cutouts, when characters like Daisy have cutouts despite never being a character we face, why have us see the Smiling Critters cutouts again with the same dialogue- and all the other new characters get cutouts, but not the Nightmare Critters?? Why????? I dunno, it’s not that serious but it’s incredibly disappointing for me personally, as we had months of hype for- literally nothing

Edit: I have more to say actually, why the heck was Baba even advertised as different from the rest of the Nightmare Critters? In everything we get of them she’s in the middle, or the main focus, the spotlight, for.. what? She’s the only one attacking us? Like I just don’t get it, I still believe a better plot were to have her be a parallel to Catnap, because they’re similar situations in a way, Baba’s Prototype was just Dr. Sawyer instead, just.. minus having a hinted personality, but maybe this time, we could’ve saved her when we couldn’t Catnap or something? So like it’s not too similar, but I dunno, literally anything would’ve been better than what we got

✅ But! It wasn’t all bad, this chapter did have a bit of good in it that I enjoyed, case in point- ✅

Doey, GOD I love his colours, I jokingly hated him because I fucking hate drawing circles, and this man is nothing but circles, but my actual opinions pre release I just couldn’t wait to see him animated, I love characters that don’t have to deal with anatomy, I hate anatomy, stretch away king, but I didn’t have much of an opinion otherwise, then we find out he’s made up of three people? The lore is hot, his jingle is a bop also, the fact he killed his (well one of the people’s) parents, that was illegal, stop that, and I’m glad that he didn’t just agree with Poppy’s plan, but also I wish they talked about the long term? Say they defeat The Prototype, it’s not like they can go back into society, I’m surprised no one had that existential thought, his death though- a bit convoluted but yeah, also to my understanding The Prototype set off the bombs right? But we still planned to do it, just maybe we could’ve moved the Safe Haven guys out beforehand I dunno, but that was such a sad death, he said SORRY TO US. US???? BRO WE SUUUUUCK, RIP the king of this chapter

Safe Haven, omfg that was just such a cool concept to me, I guess you could say that it’s not really original but I don’t really care about all that, kind of wish there was more of a variety of toys in it though (yeah I know there were a couple Boogie Bots and a Mini Huggy but it was still clearly Smiling Critters focused y’know? I swear I don’t hate the SC guys I’m just trying not to be biased towards them) I’m glad they had a memorial room, and it’s SO lucky of them to have a doctor I don’t know how if they were all children but that doctor is the goat, in the thumbnail of the trailer they make a point to show that Doey could put things in himself, and we also know from tapes that he can make it where others can’t, surely there’s big enough cracks to where he could go up in the surface and lowkey rob a store to get them food right? Pretty please? Give these people food T^T ALSO I’m glad they actually talked, I didn’t expect that to be honest, yay :3

I was not expecting to see BBI Hoppy but I’m so glad we did, my fav Smiling Critter hiiiiii :3, I love her voice, and it makes me wonder if she was the last Critter besides Dogday and Catnap, because maybe they would’ve mentioned the others if they were alive? I dunno, but I’m just glad to see her

Bouncing off of those two points ^, we got more Smiling Critters shit!! Not much in the grand scheme of things, but we got a whole BBI Hoppy tape, a blurry image of I thiiiiink BBI Bubba on one of the TV screens, and an entire room full of the little Smiling Critters, that counts probably, we got more that makes me happy :3

Out of order but seeing that Kissy in the train car- omfg I think that was who Riley from the notes was- RIP Queen, Jesus-

By the way I WILL be using the fact that Touille’s tail is lowkey kind of like Catnap’s that shit is so long, we sure he’s not an opossum lol?

The jingles made by Black Gryphon slaaaapped bro, make them longer puhleaseeeee 🙏

Kissy Missy, send tweet, she’s alive my angel she’s so TRAUMATIZED go AWAY PROTOTYPE

Poppy joining the realistic panic attack club- I don’t blame her for running, and I don’t think any of us should, we the player suck LMAO we deserve this, it was sad for Kissy though the queen

Also people saying fuck Ollie- why? Ollie was real, it’s The Prototype that did all that, not him, leave him alone he’s a bean

I kind of expected Huggy Wuggy was alive, these fucking wuggies are made of titanium I guess, what if the two reunite? They should give each other a hug with their long velcro paw pads, that’s what should happen Kissy and Huggy need to hug as probably the only BBI’s left (presumably, if Boxy is alive we cheer)

As disappointed in the chapter as I am, as it was my first time seeing it release live, it wasn’t all bad, maybe I could better judge some parts when they fix the glitching

I am working on some more drawings! Sorry I’ve slowed, I’m still not used to drawing so much lowkey, at least not like fully colouring and even doing backgrounds, if you couldn’t tell I only ever really do sketches lol, but yeah sorry things slowed I think I hurt my hand somehow, but sorry for the rant! I can get really ramble-y I’ve just never had a place to do so, despite my opinions I won’t be stoping posting art! So fret not, anyways, byeeeeeee!

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 4 #poppy playtime spoilers #yarnaby #pianosaurus #harley sawyer #nightmare critters #doey the doughman #rant post #froagtalks #more like #froagrants

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littlemisssquiggles · 1 month ago

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Alright, I need to gush about Dandadan for a hot minute…

So this squiggle meister has hopped onto the Dandadan hype train. Ever since its anime adaptation release last year, I’ve been riding the high of my newest anime craze.

Not only am I all caught up on the anime (eagerly awaiting season 2 coming out this year) but I’ve also taken to following the manga; which I’m all caught up on too.

Speaking of which, the newest chapter of Dandadan dropped today - Chapter 181- and I’ve got some things to say about:

Firstly, the return of Unji Zuma. It’s nice to see that the Danmanru Arc wasn’t the last time we’ve seen our Umbrella King.

Zuma’s a cool character. I basically see him as a male Momo since the two share the same stubborn, headstrong yet surprisingly compassionate and loyal personality traits that make them really fun characters to watch further develop. In this squiggle meister’s eyes, Zuma is as much as cool older brother character to Momo as Jiji is.

However, judging by Zuma’s new look in the upcoming arc, I have a sinking feeling the manga is setting us up again for yet another wrench in the ongoing development of the Okarun and Momo love story.

I already made this point over over Twitter but ---

It CANNOT be a coincidence that Zuma, who was described as “Momo’s ideal type” cause he bares a resemblance to her celebrity crush Ken Takakura, now with his hair grown out and sporting a pair of glasses looks like a punk tough guy version of Okarun.

That can't be a coincidence, no? Like I said, I think the manga is setting us up yet again for another fake red herring love triangle and misunderstanding to further push the Momokarun ship into official couple status.

After all, we’re already half way there with Okarun’s recent confession.

Not to mention that last time, during the Space Globalist Arc, after the whole misunderstanding with Vamola, the first time Okarun actually admits to being in love with Momo is while “rejecting” Vamola.

I feel like Zuma is being set up to be Momo’s Vamola, y’know what I mean? I don’t know if Zuma is going to be confirmed to secretly like Momo.

I mean I hope not cause like I said, they have way more sibling energy to me than that of Momo and Jiji and Jiji is literally her childhood best friend and first crush).

But I do hope that Zuma’s presence will provide the catalyst to Momo professing her love for Okarun.

I mean, Zuma did over hear Momo whispering “tell me you love me” in her sleep and he gave her a look.

Surely, that’s got to come back sometime later just as how Momo’s “Lova Ya” note to Okarun came back, right?

While I doubt this will mean that Zuma will develop a romantic interest in Momo, if so is the case then I hope it will lead into Momo turning him down cause she will FINALLY admit that she’s already in love with Okarun.

THIS HAS TO BE WHY ZUMA IS BACK!

Outside of him bringing in a new arc, Zuma is here to be the FINAL PUSH for Momo to admit she loves Okarun. He has to be!

Zuma is literally the embodiment of everything Momo wants in a potential boyfriend. He looks like Ken Takakura. Underneath his tough exterior, he is genuinely courageous and has a benevolent spirit that drives him to go above and beyond for others in his care. Zuma is such a “good guy” that he got a whole school gang of delinquents to rally behind him. He is such a “good guy” that he’s even willing to help the poor Daiki kid with his curse.

I mean Zuma is just a really cool character.

And him being around again rocking dem big glasses and fluffy hair like Okarun is definitely gonna be confusing for Momo. At least that’s what I think.

Either way, I stand by what I said.

I think we’re entering the home stretch to Momo x Okarun being official.

I don’t know how many more arcs and chapters again it will take to get us there but we are getting there.

Zuma is the key.

If he isn’t gonna be yet another lying ass fake "potential love interest" like Aira, Jiji and Vamola all were then at least let him be a “real bro” to Momo.

I know he kinda blind right now but please let Zuma have the emotional wisdom to see through Momo’s BS of stalling her confession to Okarun and give her a firm kick in the ass with dem big Geta sandals he’s got on to get her to FINALLY return her feelings.

Bruh, we are almost to 200 chapters.

We need to see Momokarun canon before Luffy finds the One Piece. While we’re still young and our shipping hearts are still beating.

- LMS (2025)

#squiggles talks: dandadan #dandadan #okarun and momo #unji zuma #ayase momo #ken takakura #momo and zuma #dandadan manga #dandadan spoilers

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | thirteen.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: day with the boys!!, soccer games and new friends, oc tapping back into her drawing, small affectionate kisses, other small gestures of affection, a bbq at the house with some karaoke lol, alcohol consumption/intoxication (not oc), protected sex, clit play/fingering, neck kisses, very soft and tender moments between oc x minho

"Where's the cooler?" You ask Jisung as you neatly stack the blankets and bags of food into Chan's trunk.

"What cooler?" You cock a brow up and place a hand on your hip.

"You mean to tell me we were going to the park without any water or other drinks?" At this point, Minho and Chan are walking out of the house rolling a cooler and holding another tray of food.

"That's why you can't ask him to do anything." Minho chimes in.

"I remembered! I just.. was gonna do it last so the ice wouldn't melt, you know?" Chan laughs loudly.

"Mm, yeah sure." Chan responds after setting the cooler into the trunk, shutting it close and letting out a content sigh. "Are we ready? Where's Seungmin?"

"Seungmin is here." Seungmin walks out of the house and locks the front door before raising his camera. "Almost forgot this badboy." He runs straight to the passenger side. "Shotgun!" He laughs and slips himself into the seat.

"I'll sit in the middle." You shrug, sliding in so that the two boys can have their space at the end seats. Once everyone is buckled in and ready to go, Chan drives off to a park roughly 30 minutes away. You shut your eyes during the ride, leaning onto Minho's shoulder to offset the slight motion sickness you still experience. Your friends decided it was perfect weather to hang out, get some air and play some games before heading back home in time for dinner. A few of Chan's mutual friends and Seungmin and Jisung's close coworkers were also heading to the park, making it a nice get-together that wouldn't be too chaotic [hopefully].

Chan pulls up to a spot along the curb right in front of the large grassy field, surrounded by large trees that provided sufficient shade. Chan, Seungmin and Jisung's friends were already setting up at the center of the field, running over to greet your group. They all take their turns introducing you before you take your blanket and lay it under one of the trees. Chan sets the food and the cooler next to you, making it easily accessible for the group.

"Do you need anything? Water?" Chan says, digging through the cooler to make sure the ice is still covering the drinks properly.

"Please." You give him a toothless smile as he hands you a cold bottle.

"Medicine?"

"Took it this morning at the house."

"Food?" He points to the insulated bag that holds some gimbap that his mom made.

"Maybe in a bit." You giggle.

"Okay. Holler if you need us, yeah?" He calls out just as he's beginning to run over to his friends. The group starts acting chaotically, even as they work through dividing teams and back-ups. You giggle to yourself when Jisung gets way too carried away, acting incredibly sure of himself that he was going to carry his team to victory. Minho puts himself as backup for now, racing over to you on the blanket as the teams begin their first game of soccer.

"Fuck, finally." He says as he plops down right next to you, already exhausted by the commotion.

"Too much going on, hm?"

"Yeah, and Jisung's all hyped and loud." You laugh and continue to sketch the field in front of you.

"Be nice."

"I am nice. Always." He smirks at you, playfully pinching your side.

"Hey!" You giggle, trying to smack his hand away from another attack. He laughs as he re-focuses on the group's game ahead, cheering for his team in between claps and yelling for them to pick up the pace. When Minho looks over at you, he smiles to himself when he catches how focused you are. You hold the pencil delicately, but your lips are formed into a pout while your brows are tightly knit. He glances at the sketch, watching the way the tip of your pencil glides over the page so flawlessly.

You had always been talented, there was no doubt about that. Before Minho fucked this all up, he used to hang up your paintings and random sketches all around his room. Even kept a napkin sketch of Link Kirby in his wallet just because he liked it so damn much and thought you were the cutest in the world— why on earth were you scribbling Link Kirby during the high school graduation party?

Even now, Minho thinks you're the cutest in the world. He doesn't wanna break the silence, but he can't help himself when he—

"Y/N." You look up from your sketchbook, glancing over to Minho on your left. He gives off a tiny, breathy laugh before smiling toothlessly at you.

"Yes?" He shakes his head. He just likes to look at you because sometimes, it's hard for him to process that this is real. That you're real, that you're here. The light bounces off your skin so flawlessly and suddenly, he's filled with overwhelming emotion—

Maybe he's gotten another chance to love you, to love you right. And if that's so, he'll never take this for granted.

"Nothing." His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you feel his thumb caress the surface. You lean into it for a bit and smile softly at him before quietly returning your attention to the sketch.

Love.

You are what Minho loves the most.

"Yo! Get your ass in there, I'm tapping out." Jisung huffs and puffs with his hands on his hips, approaching you two on the blanket. "You can do all that lovey-dovey stuff later." He tries to shoo Minho away.

"Tapping out? You didn't do anything except fall on your ass the entire time." Jisung mocks him and makes a face before firing back with:

"I was falling on my ass because I was being a good guard."

"Yeah, whatever." Minho says, jogging towards the field.

"I'm just gonna lay here, cielo. Don't mind me." Jisung says, laying back on the blanket and closing his eyes. "If they ask for me, tell them I am off the clock."

"Of course, pachi. Whatever works for you." You chuckle to yourself as you start shading. You're convinced Jisung is fake-napping because he's awfully quiet during the time he's next to you.

Doesn't stop everyone from calling him out and telling him to pick up the slack.

You're alone for the next half, but you get lots done with your sketches despite the yelling and chaos going on on the field. You've drawn the field, the small pond across the street. A lady walking her golden retriever. Minho and Seungmin standing off to the side as they wait. You've eaten one of the sandwiches Seungmin made, giving a piece to Minho when he runs over and steals a bite.

It's good times, good vibes.

You wanted nothing more than to have time for yourself, time to tap back into your creative spark.

Back at the house, Jisung and Minho make way for you to shower first while they get the grill going in the backyard. Seungmin has his own bathroom in his room downstairs, and he offers to switch off with Chan once he's finished. You take a quick shower, throwing on some comfy cotton shorts and a shirt before heading down the steps to the living room and kitchen area. This gives way for Jisung and Minho to shower and switch off before running back down to help in the kitchen. Once things have settled a bit more, they have music going, the boys already a few shots in while sipping on beers. Minho is preparing some side dishes in the kitchen, while Jisung and Seungmin accompany Chan at the grill.

"Hey." You gently tap his side, making him look over his shoulder. "Do you need help?" He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No. They might though." He nods over at the boys outside.

"Do you need me to take anything outside before I go?"

"Mm, maybe just the water?"

"Okay." You smile up at him as you grab the water pitcher near him.

"Thank you." He says, giving you a quick kiss on the head before you turn on your heel and meet your friends outside. You set the water down near the fire pit and outdoor sectional before asking Chan if he needs anything at the grill. He shakes his head and urges you to sit and enjoy the fire pit, the sun slowly setting beneath the horizon.

So, you do.

You watch your friends enjoy themselves to the music, laughing and singing along from where you're at. You feel at ease, you feel alive. Everything is perfect tonight.

Sooner or later, Jisung plops onto the sectional with you, sipping on his beer before kicking his feet up.

"You doing okay?" He asks, leaning his head back against the couch.

"I am. Are you?"

"Kinda drunk already." He burps. "Shit."

"Kinda?" You chuckle.

"Mhm." He nods. "Were you able to draw a lot today?"

"Mm, I drew enough. It was nice."

"Good, cielo. Glad to hear." He taps your leg before letting out a breath, watching as Minho brings the side dishes out and joins Chan at the grill. Every now and then, he glances over at you two, giving you a tiny, toothless smile before returning his attention back to Chan.

"Pachi?"

"Yes?"

"Did Minho and I really go through a lot?" You prop your leg up on the sectional and place your elbow on the edge, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. He looks at you for a moment before shrugging.

"Yeah, as with anybody else. Probably the best way to explain it." He doesn't really dive into it much, and his answers are obviously vague. You're not sure if he's just letting Minho take the reigns on this, or if he says it that way because the history truly isn't that bad. Jisung looks at you with a tiny pout before following up with— "But, things are better now. Right? You two have gotten cozy." You chuckle and kick his leg.

"Don't say it like that."

"It's true, though. You two have always had love for each other." He grabs his glass and swirls his beer around for a second. "You're happy?"

"Of course I am."

"No, but. I mean with Minho." He finally looks at you with doe-eyes, partially filled with relief, the other.. [perhaps] worry?

"Oh, yeah." You shrug. "I don't have a reason to not be." Jisung looks back down at his glass before saying anything, and you're not sure what it means.

"Mm, that's good to hear." He meets your eyes with a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "All I want is for you to be happy." And Jisung says it sincerely; he means this with all his heart, even if he might've gotten too protective and tried to shield you from parts of the past. He sees you happy and comfortable with Minho, and vice versa. Even though he was mad at Minho for trying again, he was also Jisung's bestfriend and he knew he was trying. It's all he wanted after the disconnect in the beginning. He's come to understand that maybe, you'll just always have that pull to him, and there was no way Jisung would stop that. He is just afraid, and he hopes Minho has truly learned from his mistakes.

He traces the top of his glass with his finger while he listens to you playfully bicker with Seungmin now. His thoughts are bombarding him while he's drunk and he kinda hates it.

Jisung just wants you happy.

But, raw, true, genuine happiness.

That's where he messed up as your bestfriend. Because you may be happy, but he knows they've shaped it this way— they've shaped it this way so you know nothing but happiness, though there are so many things that could shift it all.

He molded your happiness. You didn't get a chance to shape that yourself, and this— this is where he feels awful.

"Food's ready." Minho calls out, making you, Jisung and Seungmin grab plates before walking towards the food. Chan gives you a good serving on your plate with a bit of everything, laughing when he sees you do a little happy dance back in your seat.

The rest of the evening is pleasant, with the boys continuing to drink after eating, moving the party inside to sing their hearts out on karaoke. Minho sits next to you the entire night, occasionally throwing his arm around you, playfully holding your hand and making sure you are comfortable. You sing along with Seungmin and Jisung from time to time, giving all the high notes to the boys to hit.

You were having a good time, and it was fun to be with your friends under one roof again.

When it hits close to midnight, you gather the trash and start to clean up around the house when you notice the liveliness dying down. Seungmin is still singing softly through the mic, while Jisung and Chan are dozing off after getting incredibly drunk.

"You didn't have to do that." Minho drags himself into the kitchen, watching you wash the last of the dishes with a huge trash bag next to you.

"It's okay. It wasn't much anyway." You chuckle as you set aside the last dish on the drying rack and shake off your hands. "Could you do me a small, teensy weensy favor?" He crosses his arms and leans against the counter.

"Depends. What's in it for me?" You laugh and playfully push him.

"Please take out the trash."

"Hm, but you don't think I'm serious, huh?" He playfully smirks. "What's in it for me?" He steps closer and challenges you.

"Minho." You whine. "Please?" He puckers his lips. He's feeling a little bold tonight because of the alcohol, but he also can't say that he hasn't been yearning to do this— sober or not. And he doesn't let up. But, you find it cute how he's being persistent.

One kiss wouldn't hurt, no?

So, you tiptoe and give the guy his little kiss. He immediately blushes, ears turning red in color before he clears his throat and grabs for the trash bag.

"Will that do it?"

"Maybe. But, since you're so cute, I'll take this out anyway." You roll your eyes just as he walks out to the back and heads for the garbage bin. Seungmin is starting to simmer on the mic once Minho comes back in and washes his hands. He turns off the machine and heads to his room, giving you a big bear hug and bidding his goodnights. He says he can't wait to sleep and he hopes you'll be able to sleep well in Jisung's bed since he's knocked out on the couch.

"Do you need anything before you go to bed?"

"No. I'm just going to wash up and change. I'll probably fall asleep as soon as I get to Jisung's bed." You tell Minho. He nods, giving you a quick hug and another kiss on the head before sending you off with a 'goodnight.' You quickly wash up and get ready for bed, changing into a crewneck and matching sweats to sleep in. Stepping out into the hallway, you see Minho's door cracked open with his tv illuminating parts of his room. You let out a breath before officially parting ways— walking into Jisung's room that is clean and tidy [for once]. You open his window a bit before drawing the covers back, slipping into his bed and sending your uncle a goodnight message.

Too bad you aren't sleepy as expected. Your body feels exhausted, but your mind is awake. You toss and turn a few times, grabbing at your phone to watch a few random vlogs to try and make yourself sleepy.

But, an hour passes— close to two— and you're still not sleepy. Though, you do find yourself needing to use the bathroom again.

The house is quiet.

Somewhat.

Jisung and Chan are still passed out in the living room, with snores bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout their entire house; Seungmin is sleeping soundly in his room, probably letting his music continue to lull him into a deep sleep.

As you quietly pad down the hallway and into the bathroom, you notice Minho's door still slightly ajar— lights from his TV reflecting off of the floor. You quickly relieve yourself in the bathroom and freshen up a bit, debating on whether or not you should bother Minho at this time of night.

What else do you have to lose? Sleep wasn't finding you, and apparently, it wasn't finding Minho either.

You give three soft knocks on his door before Minho lets out a small 'yeah?' on the other side— giving you the green light to poke your head through the crack and ask:

"Playing a game and watching tv?" You giggle as you glance between his computer screen and TV.

"I was, in between." He chuckles as you awkwardly stand off to the side and softly shut his door. "What're you doing awake?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep and I saw the TV lights as I was going through the bathroom. I could go if you're gonna sleep?"

"No, it's okay." He pats his bed. "Sit and get comfortable. I just wasn't expecting you to be on the other side of the door, but I'm very glad it is you and not them bothering me." You chuckle.

"If you say so." You sit criss-crossed on his bed, letting your crewneck sleeves slip over your hands. Minho has Into the Spiderverse playing on his TV, his computer already shutting down and going into sleep mode. "Did you put this on?" You point at the screen.

"Mhm, it's the one movie series I don't mind re-watching."

"Nice." You focus on the movie for a bit, trying to pick up the pieces as to where the story was headed.

"Did you have fun today?" You glance at Minho before returning your attention to the tv.

"Yeah, I did. It was nice to draw and relax outside. Did you? It seemed like you guys had a blast playing."

"Mhm, sure did." Minho plops onto his bed and rests against his headboard, his arm lazily settling behind you with his hand on the bed. "I can change it, if you want?"

"No, you can keep it on." You give him a tiny smile before wiggling a little closer into his arm. "Minho?"

"Hm?" He hums when you turn back to look at him. You adjust your position on the bed, and Minho is able to rest his hand comfortably on the small of your back with the way you're angled.

"Did you need to tell me something earlier? At the park?"

"Mm." He squints his eyes and furrows his brows. He knows the answer is 'yes,' but his instant response happens to be— "No. I just.. like looking at you." Your eyes soften at his sudden [and unexpected] response. "Helps me remember you're real." You look at him, stare at him, for a good while, trying to read his body language and expression.

He is unreadable.

But, the one thing you do know is that you feel something for Minho. Almost like love, something that runs deeper.

"What do you feel when you look at me?" You ask softly, hand grabbing at his arm so that you can trace the faint lines on his palm.

"What do I feel when I look at you?" Minho repeats before swallowing the lump in his throat because he knows he should probably be honest— but he's conflicted on how deep he's willing to go.

Because he feels a lot when he sees you. He just doesn't wanna scare you or overwhelm you.

"Mhm." You look at him and he nods.

"Alot— I," He pauses, trying to figure out how he should put this. He didn't think he'd have to touch up on this now, but it's here and he's struggling. Moreso afraid than anything. He feels a whirlwind of emotions, but he'll focus on the positive because they outweigh everything else. How does he explain that he has always loved you, and doesn't think that has ever changed? Despite his period of stupidity, his lack of self-awareness. "I feel.. warmth? I feel attached. Adoration. Appreciation." He pauses again before looking you in the eyes. "Love."

"Love?" You face him a little more. "You feel love when you see me?"

"I do." He licks his lips before sitting up to feel closer to you. "It's always been that way." Your eyes widen a bit, but he can tell you're starting to shy away from all the things he's been saying. He means it though, he really does. You watch as he raises his hand to gently brush the hair out of your face and tuck it back behind an ear. His hand falls to your cheek, thumb caressing the surface before he lets out a small sigh. "You taught me all about it."

"I did?" You respond close to a whisper, now watching Minho's eyes drift from yours, down to your nose— to your lips. No other question comes to mind, being that you're drawn into this sudden force of attraction that's pulling you two closer, and closer, together.

And Minho knows; god, he fucking knows this is terrible. But, he's so caught up in this moment, in you. There is the devil on his shoulder, the majority of him that is screaming to keep going. Because he wants to love you so badly, to take this chance and do you right this time around. No distractions, nothing to stop him. He loves you, he has always loved you— despite his stupidity.

Then, there is the angel on the other; a small part of him that is screaming to stop what he's feeling so that he can just be honest and be upfront about the past, give you what you deserve to work off of even though he wants to start 'fresh.'

You're like a planet, all definitions astronomical. You deserve the world, and then some.

"You did." He says lowly. "Always." He pauses, lips inches away from yours.

"I hope that never changes." Though, you are his bestfriend before anything, before whatever the past holds, before whatever this history has written you two to be; Minho was also like love to you, and you didn't think there was any other word to describe it.

"I could never look at you differently, Y/N. No matter what." You cup his cheeks and make him meet your eyes once again. It falls silent for a moment, a comfortable silence.

You should've seen it coming.

You can't really remember how quick it happened, or who made the move first, but you do remember feeling fireworks.

Butterflies.

A bolt of electricity down your body—

Minho's lips are on yours. For a second, you inch back in surprise. You can see Minho starting to regret his decision and you don't want him to get to that point.

Because you don't regret that, and you probably won't regret what happens next.

You chase after his lips for another sweet kiss that he gladly takes. He lingers there for awhile before adjusting, allowing him to have more room to kiss you like he's been meaning to, like he's been yearning just as long as you have.

It feels so brand new, yet so familiar at the same time.

So natural.

He tries not to break the kisses for too long, even as he gently lays you back against his pillows and adjusts the covers— hovering over you and keeping his body close to yours. He continues because he feels your need behind your lips, the way you hungrily chase after him to close any distance. Almost like you can't be away for a second, like you'd lose him at the tip of your fingers.

Just like he's felt with you.

You do briefly pull away for a breather, your lips swollen and so majestic to look at while Minho continues to eye the rest of your features. He plants a kiss on your scars before taking his lips down to your neck, gently sucking at the surface before soothing it with his lips again. The need, want, for him continues to build when you feel him against you— every movement tickling your core and making you crave for his touch, for him.

"Y/N." He calls for you in between kisses, moving near your ear as his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your sweats. "Is this okay? Just tell me if you want me to stop and I'll stop."

"Keep going." He meets your gaze as you give him a shy, reassuring nod. He gives you another peck on the lips, hand now tugging your sweats down— tossed off to the side of the bed. At this point, you expect yourself to be nervous. You should feel nervous. But, you don't. Not an ounce of it. And it's probably because of the way Minho delicately touches you, kisses you, holds you.

You let out a small gasp against him when you feel his thumb pressed against your sensitive, clothed nub. He works in slow, circular motions, adding onto the pressure bubbling in your core. Satisfied with your reaction to his touch, he gives your thigh a squeeze before tugging your panties down. Minho's buried at the crook of your neck with your hands tangled at the ends of his hair, fingers now working their way into you at a slow, steady space.

"Minho. Need you." He hears before you let out a tiny whimper, body aching to feel more of him. He presses a kiss to your neck before adjusting to grab a condom at his nightstand. He's made sure he's tested and clean [mainly for his own sake], but tonight this feels different— he feels the need to take care of you, to be gentle, to be delicate.

To love on you properly.

This is where the universe has brought you two; this moment in time.

He fiddles with the condom for a bit before he's back to looking at you with the most adoration in his eyes. Soft, but so many feelings screaming to be let out.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, and you simply reply with a nod. He lets out a shaky breath, lips grazing against yours just as you feel him slowly enter. There's a slight burn at the contact but nothing unbearable, nothing that settles for too long, until he bottoms out and tries to get used to the feeling. His eyes are locked onto yours as he adjusts to find a steady rhythm, listening to your soft moans and whines just as he's slightly picking up the pace.

You look so beautiful underneath him.

So right, so perfect.

"You're so pretty. So perfect for me." You hear him mutter against your ear, hands tugging at his hair as you find the courage to move with him and match his movements. He's wrapped up into you just as you with him, so wrapped up that he continues to praise you with sweet nothings; peppering your lips, face, neck with feathery kisses the hold so much behind them. His thumb finds his way back down to your clit, massaging tenderly until he feels you wiggling in his grasp. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks when you feel how quick you'll reach your high, but everything about this feels too good; feels too right.

"Minho— I'm gonna—" You pant out, chest heaving up and down as he's thrusting deeply and hitting all the right spots. You can't even form the rest of your sentence before you feel the immense wave of pleasure crashing over you. Minho watches your response, slipping out of his grasp when he feels your walls squeezing every bit of him. He gives it a good two, three more thrusts before he's unraveling; buried at the crook of your neck as he lets himself go into the condom.

"Are you okay?" He asks and meets your eyes once he's gathered himself. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm okay." You reassure him, and he pecks you on the lips. He disposes of the condom and grabs a few tissues to help clean you up and get you comfortable in his bed. He lays beside you after shutting the tv and lights, arm draped across the pillow as you lay on it and press your back against him.

It falls into a quiet, comfortable silence again— one where you can listen to each other breathe, one where you can just feel and be in peace together.

Soothing.

"Hey." He says behind you, kissing the back of your head. You turn to face him, eyes slowly feeling heavy. "Are you comfortable?"

"Of course." You sleepily giggle. "I might fall asleep soon."

"Sleep."

"Goodnight?" He chuckles.

"Goodnight, princess." You snuggle against him some more and shut your eyes. It doesn't take long before Minho can tell that you've fallen asleep with the way your lips are slightly parted, breathing now at a soft, resting pace. Minho feels comfortable, feels safe.

Minho feels like love.

He doesn't fall asleep right away. Instead, he watches you sleep in his arms, kissing your forehead once more. He's trying to relish in the moment, but he's also wondering if this was the right way to go. Maybe he got wrapped up too into this and he should've waited.

Things happened so fast.

He needed to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

What does matter in this moment, is that he has always loved you and that has never changed. Despite his moment of stupidity, his lack of self-awareness.

Love.

"I love you." He whispers down to you before he finally feels like he can shut his eyes and try to get some sleep.

You, like a planet, all definitions astronomical; heavenly.

You, are love.

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david-talks-sw · 1 year ago

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When 'Star Wars' dilutes the impact of a "Kurosawa samurai standoff"...

It's no secret that one of the major inspirations for Star Wars was Akira Kurosawa movies. The Hidden Fortress influenced the basic structure of the first film, was a basis for Lucas' character archetypes and his use of narrative POVs.

But, really, all of Kurosawa's films were an influence on the making of Star Wars. Including the duels seen in his and other samurai films from the 60s.

Dunno if you've seen a kendo fight, but they're pretty similar.

The duelists size each other up, and there's a lot of mind games going on before the strike actually happens.

If you hold your sword this way, the other guy adjusts his stance.

You move your foot that way, the adversary responds accordingly.

Cinematically, this process allows you to play with a whole treasure trove of elements to build up the drama and suspense. We see this slow-yet-tense approach to dueling reflected all over the Original Trilogy. And we've seen it again in recent Disney-released content.

The perfect and first real example of this in Star Wars is the fight between Ben Kenobi and Maul, in Rebels.

The tension increases more...

... and more until the two fighters move, the music swells...

... and then it reaches its climax.

Beautifully executed.

Dave Filoni's done his homework, it shows, and while it's an awesome homage, narratively it also holds weight. There's a reason why this fight is so quick:

This time, Obi-Wan isn't fighting to avenge the death of his master, he's not fighting to save his own life... he's fighting to protect Luke's. And that means there's no time to fuck about. He'll end the conflict swiftly and decisively, he won't let it come to a prolonged acrobatic fight. So he lures Maul in by making him think he's taking Qui-Gon's form, and strikes true when Maul, increasingly consumed by his own rage to the point of blindness, falls for it.

Again: a wonderful fight and an excellent homage.

Then we get to Luke's stand-off with Kylo on Crait, in The Last Jedi.

An interesting take on the trope, also with meaningful narrative impact. As Rian Johnson writes in the TLJ screenplay:

"This is not like a saber fight. This like an old-fashioned samurai duel."

Here too, the tension gets built up...

... and every time we're close to getting that climax, Luke dodges.

It leaves a feeling of dissatisfaction, which is exactly what Kylo is feeling as he boils with rage.

Suddenly, we do get the climax...

... and a twist. Luke was never actually there. Boom. Those inserts during the build-up phase? If you look at them again they're clues (Luke doesn't leave a mark on the ground, salt doesn't land on his clothes, etc). Luke wasn't engaging because he wasn't actually there, he was buying time for the Resistance to escape.

Okay. Cool.

Next time we see a "Kurosawa" duel... it's here, in The Mandalorian.

Again, a lot of posing, slow movements and patience, as is expected from the trope.

But we know nothing about the opponent Ahsoka is fighting other than her name is Morgan... so no emotional impact, there.

At some point, Ahsoka loses a lightsaber. The apprentice to the Chosen One is struggling against some rando.

We find out later on that Morgan is a Nightsister from Dathomir, and that's cool... but we already know how Jedi-trained folks fare against the Dathomiri.

If you ask me, it feels like manufactured stakes. But that's beside the point. In fact, y'know what? It's fine.

Though the impact of this duel isn't as great as its predecessors, the whole episode is filled with visual homages to Kurosawa's work.

It makes sense that the duel would be too. Also it's the first time we're seeing Ahsoka in live action, in a lightsaber duel, the hype is real. Let's cut 'em some slack.

So we come to the series Ahsoka... where almost every duel in the the show has the Kurosawa posturing and tip-toeing and... I dunno. I was bored?

Like, the primary purpose of this approach to duels is that it's meant to be suspenseful and intense... and now it's not.

Because we know Ahsoka is gonna beat the crap outta these droids...

... so why even bother faking some semblance of "what's her next move gonna be?" suspense? There's a hole right behind her, gee, I truly wonder.

Oh, you think putting her against an Inquisitor's gonna make us fear for her life, wonder if she's gonna get outta this situation unscathed?

She was wiping the floor with two of them at the same time, a decade prior. At 17, she was killing Inquisitors while disarmed.

Do you really expect your audience to fear for her life in a fight against Marrok?

So we get to the fight with Baylan, and the posturing and studying opponent's next move would be welcome here (two Order 66 survivors, knew Anakin, both well-trained former Jedi)...

... if we hadn't literally seen that same dynamic with Marrok who, again, we knew was gonna die.

No tension was built in either moment, the only thing it achieved was me pressing >> on my keyboard.

It's not captivating anymore, it's just slow and un-dynamic.

Bottom line:

Tributes to Kurosawa are nice. They're part of what makes Star Wars what it is. But c'mon, we get it already.

Lightsaber duelists don't need to tiptoe around each other and change poses at every fight. Because when the actually meaningful duels come up (like the one with Baylan), the impact will be lessened.

The "Kurosawa samurai duel" is artistic and interesting, but it should be used sparingly in order to maintain its charm and not get old and trope-y. AKA too much of a good thing becomes a bad thing.

#ahsoka series #ahsoka tano #baylan skoll #marrok #ahsoka #star wars #meta #sw negativity #long post

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fullscoreshenanigans · 1 month ago

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do you have any norray headcannons of them growing closer during the search for emma?

☆ First my required hyping of @salsae's (so what am I defending now?) because I've essentially taken it as canon. Beautifully written with loving nuance, her work was (and still is <3) foundational for my interpretations of the trio when I first got into the series in 2021 and was searching for quality REN works.

☆ I also really love this unnamed piece by @p-s-geeks:

There is a flower in your pocket. It’s wild and medicinal. You’re familiar with it. You remember white bedsheets, a pleading whine, two pairs of hands embracing you, and the flower on your forehead, working more wonders that it was biologically capable of (it wasn’t the flower, you know). The flower currently in your pocket is probably in a worse state, has probably shriveled up and wilted after hours of being plucked. It weighs lighter than a feather but feels heavier than diamonds. […] You unearth the flower from your pocket. Ray deserves to see this. Deserves to relive memories with you. And you kind of need him to. Right now, he’s the only one who’s been through thick and thin with you in majority of these trials and tribulations. He’s the only one who can look at it the way you look at it. […] “It’s alright” Ray says, pressing himself closer to you. You hold onto him like he’s the last lifeline on a sinking boat. “It’s alright. You’re not alone. You never were alone” You sleep listening to her gentle words in his gentle voice and it’s the deepest sleep you’ve gotten in a long time. (You wake up to a beautiful orange sunrise. To limbs tangled around yours. To soft snores. To groaning and complaining about morning coming too early during summers. And the hole in your heart subdues itself. It doesn’t disappear, doesn’t stop panging, but you still smile in remembrance and hope.)

How all the little things build and build until they become so deafening, and how so much solace is able to be found in those small‚ tender exchanges on one quiet night, with Ray echoing simple yet loving words he learned from her so long ago that became etched into his being after Grace Field not only by her but through the actions‚ big and small‚ of their family as well (because family is so very integral to each of them). How at first orange is such a painful reminder and how it ends on a most radiant sunrise that’s the true embodiment of Emma, giving them both the strength to continue onward.

☆ This is when they start antiquing together since they're already traveling all over the world, spotting little shops with hidden treasures. ↳ Tying in another headcanon of mine that they find and fix up a duplicate of the music box Isabella gifted Emma for her sixth birthday, I debate whether they find it before or after finding her.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 Q&A | Questionnaire Translation Source)

☆ They also find a vintage chess set and start having matches again. The win totals remain close.

↳ They find it comforting how after so long the other still has the same subtle quirks to how they play, hold and move the pieces. When one takes a bit longer to make a move and the other glances up to see the tiniest familiar tick, it can be hard to stop that warmth from blooming in their heart. ↳ Sometimes the younger kids will watch them play and want to join in. These matches tend to take longer, but they don't mind. The sight of the other gently coaching and encouraging the children leaves them so very fond.

☆ This actually applies to any situation where they're tending to the kids since they're both very family-oriented. Reading them bedtimes stories, helping them with projects or lessons, Ray showing the kids how to cook, etc. He was never cruel or malicious toward them back at the house:

(Chapter 8 | 9 | 15 | 22)

But seeing Ray being able to openly express his fondness for their family without having to maintain a cool detachment and air of indifference heals Norman's heart some. Similarly, seeing Norman fall back into caring for the kids without the mantle of Minerva weighing on his shoulders does the same for Ray.

(so what am I defending now?)

☆ To plug another of sae's fics, when the two end up on dish cleaning duty together it's not uncommon for this to play out:

(to have and to hold)

☆ In a similar vein, in the winter sometimes Ray tells Norman to hold for a second so he can fix his scarf. Norman, in a light and breezy tone, tells him he doesn't have to worry about him, you know? Ray responds with a tch, saying he worries about everyone, in the way he keeps watch and frets in a nurturing way about the rest of their family. The way his fingers linger ever so briefly on the fabric followed with a light pat over Norman's heart to signal he's done hint otherwise.

☆ It's funny watching them get roped into something like a Mario Kart tournament because they don't trash talk each other at all, but they will get insanely intense with the trajectory of their green shells, banana peel placements, snaking, etc., all while keeping relatively calm exteriors. ↳ It's also funny to see Norman be a sore loser in his own way.

☆ Whether it's at one of the Ratri estates or while they're out on another search, if one wakes up in the middle of the night and can't find the other, their first guesses are to check outside or a spot in the establishment they noted earlier as a good vantage point to see the stars. Sometimes they converse, sometimes they don't, but they appreciate each other's company as their minds drift to whether Emma is looking up at the speckled sky, too.

☆ I love how often people will ignore Lambda illness being largely handled and resolved in order to go for some no-brainer hurt/comfort. After waking up from some of the worst bouts of it to even some of the more mild ones where he didn't have to be hospitalized, Norman seeing Ray calmly reading at his bedside or dozing off himself is a welcomed sight. ↳ Combining with an earlier bullet point but I also really like the imagery of them being out on a nature excursion/picnic with Norman having to deal with a milder attack, and after reassuring everyone that he's fine and encouraging them to go off and play while he rests a bit, it whittles down to just him and Ray sitting under the shade of a tree, space left for a third. Watching their family indulge in such mirth without fear of a future cut short, they know even with the lows that have come before and could come again, when they find Emma, they'll be able to genuinely tell her they've been well.

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riddles-n-games · 1 year ago

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So, I wanted to make this as an appreciation post for the fandom. Looking at all the reveals we've gotten in the last few days and seeing how much the world of TIG has expanded so quickly, I've been getting a bit nostalgic.

When I joined this fandom, it was August of 2022, barely a month out from the release date of The Final Gambit, the finale of The Inheritance Games. I found out about TIG at a random bookstore on a road trip and I had immediate interest (the hot tub scene sold me so quick). I was also still somewhat new to Tumblr back then but I wanted to see what the hype was here.

Back then, we were still in the Averyjameson vs Averygrayson era even though I'd say things were cooling down a bit. But, that's not my point. The community was getting ready for this; there were chapter reveals, theories, and oh, it was awesome. I was so happy to be part of it. And some of the people who made it a lively place back then are still here, but unfortunately, some have gone quiet. @averysjameson, @guppyclato, @lesbianator3000, @margolovescoffeeandbooks, and @cherryschaos, thank you for making my days back then. I know you may have moved on, but I thank you for the contribution you made at the time.

The only thing I will not miss is the toxicity that Averyjameson and Averygrayson fans plagued this fandom with and divided us so much. We had a lot back then to still savor, why did we have to do that to sour the tag when this series had so much more to offer than just the romantic subplot? There was a mystery at large and so many other characters to love. We only seemed to agree on hating Emily and the old man. Moving on, let's never do that again and if there is another love triangle, let's try being more mature about it. I know we can. If Gray, Avery, and Jamie moved on, so can we.

When we were told of The Brothers Hawthorne back in October 2022 and given those first chapters for the new book, I was over the moon. We were going to finally see the POVs of two favorites; Grayson and Jameson. I was so excited to see from Jamie's perspective, to get a mystery set in London and for him to solve it with Avery; it was an Averyjameson dream. However, come the actual release of the book and I was honestly so disappointed. I'm not sure why it didn't hit the levels it should have but I already said my piece on that and while I still have some disdain for that story, I look fondly at the parts I did love. And funny enough, I told myself Grayson's story will just have to do only because I was feeling sour over Jameson's plot. But low and behold, I loved it! It was deep, funny, interesting, and held my attention as if I was in TIG all over again and it hit more high notes than Jameson's. I may attribute that to the familial connections we see displayed there but it felt more rewarding and even if JLB still had more for Grayson's development, that didn't mean Jameson had to suffer for it. However, I'm hoping that this story here was a fluke and I'm putting my best foot forward in believing that maybe reading Averyjameson through Avery's POV again in Games Untold will give back that familiar feeling I've been missing for two years. I never said I wouldn't try again.

Now, we've entered a new era and this is a third for me; The Grandest Game and Games Untold. During this period, I met @hathorneheiress, my fanfic bestie, and a lot of my current supporters have been with me since TBH. I thank you very much for sticking with me by liking, reblogging, and commenting on my posts. You make my day in the same way I assume my content makes yours. I haven't said that enough and I don't think it will ever be. I'm happy that we're all still here now and going into this new unknown with our theories, headcanons, new characters, and plots. I'm sure it will be a blast. Thank you for giving me that feeling again these last few days; it felt like being with Avery and the gang, running through the House, finding another clue, waiting in anticipation what it reveals.

I hope that this next series is everything we hope for it to be, a new start for Gray, a chance to bond with the new characters we met in The Brothers Hawthorne, and an opportunity to make it feel like the hay days of the first book. I hope that Games Untold lets us relish that feeling with the original cast, to relive the good old days, to meet up with some old friends we haven't seen in a while, and to have that final hurrah that leaves us on the highest of highs in the best way possible. Maybe it'll make it easier to say goodbye to the ways it used to be and embrace the new storytellers but of course, with the way JLB leaves us hanging with every story she gives, who is to say that'll be it?

Thank you to everyone who makes theories, headcanons, fanfics, fanart, and so many other things that leave us wanting more. Thank you to everyone who showers that content with support in the form of likes, comments, and reblogs. Thank you to everyone who has been here from the beginning, in the middle, and now. You all made this a special place. Thank you to everyone who made this community that way and continue to do so every day. I'm happy to be a small part of that. See you in the next post.

-Mystery Girl's Red String

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nanaarchy · 5 months ago

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Any ETA on when you'll post your Invisobang fic? (This isn't me trying to hurry you I am genuinely just curious so I know when to look for it)

HEY GUYS!!

first off I just wanted to say i am so so happy to see the excitement for this fic??? like its so crazy to me to see so so so many people hyped for it sbgkhskshgs i hope i deliver something good :") i think it's not gonna be what people expect it to be, it's a combination of factors that I haven't seen anywhere on ao3, so im excited to see reactions lol. im still happy so many of yall wanna read it,, soobbign... cyring....

during the IB months I wrote 6 out of 8 chapters, abt 3k words each? is that a solid amount of words per chapter? no clue tbh. plus I had to rewrite a bunch, oops. I really am Not a fast writer

and so much has been happening irl, ive been hella busy :( honestly i was very much hit with the ao3 author curse lmao

and thus, many delays. but I am currently finishing the last two chapters, and once I finish this one i'll start posting!!

soooo, ETA?

Sunday the 15th!!

or maybe monday the 16th. my posting deadline is this weekend so i wanna start sharing things already ^^ and i'll prooobably post a chapter every two days >:) yippee

shout out to @zillychu (here!) and @they-bite (here!) for making the art for this fic. theyre absolute angels, incredible jaw-dropping awe-inspiring breath-taking artists <3333 GO GO GO LOOK AT THEIR ART PIECES !!! thank you both for being so so patient with how long this fic is taking. YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE SWEETHEARTS!! you were both so supportive with everything, your excitement really fueled me to keep going with this wild fic, and i am so so so grateful for having been paired with two of my absolute favorite phandom artists. the stars really aligned to put me on a team with the kindest most skilled more ingenious artists i've seen around these parts, two artists that chose to make art for my silly little goofy fic, and i am beyond thankful. yall are gems <3

thank you guys for being so patient as well!!! <3

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miwhotep · 12 days ago

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There was something with the yesterday's chapter what caught my eye but didn't have time to write more so I am gonna do it now. I also needed to check if I am right.

It's something what might be very minor to others, but I still found it strange. First.

Sherlock was seen to read the Daily Standard newspaper.

The Daily Standard was the newspaper what we saw doing the Jack the Ripper propaganda - what was spread by Milverton - and we can also seen it right after Milverton explains why he didn't mind to change the already arranged news from Whiteley being a murderer to the Lord of Crime, so we can safely say that it was his newspaper. (Milverton was a media mogul with several major newspapers, he didn't only own the Daily Londner) And before Part 2's current happenings, the Daily Standard last appeared when the Lord of Crime's identity got revealed. After that, we don't see the newspaper again - which is logical, since Milverton hints that he manages his companies through blackmail, so when he disappeared/died, his companies needed to go bankrupt. The manga even mentions that the unemployment suddenly increased after the start of the Final Problem arc.

So the Daily Standard is not supposed to exist anymore - except if someone restarted it, of course. That's a totally possible option but I actually don't think that's what behind it.

During Part 1, Sherlock was NEVER seen reading the Daily Standard (John read it, but Sherlock always preferred the London Chronicles) - as Milverton owning it, it makes sense why he didn't read it and why he now has no problem to read it since it doesn't own by Milverton anymore. However, first, people rarely switch from newspapers they got used to - and also, during the Remains, we see Sherlock reading Daily Standard too. Chronologically, it is fine since the Fugitives from the Fire sets before Two Criminals but we are here again that Sherlock didn't read the Daily Standard during Part 1.

But Remains came out AFTER Part 1 and that arc was the last what was serialized into manga version. Since Part 1, lot of time passed when that came out and the same goes for Part 2. So my assumption about the whole situation that it is a minor inconsistency and the author simply forgot about the newspaper's howabouts.

It is good to see the Daily Standard again actually, I just got so hyped when I saw it and immediately wanted to theorize and now I am a bit sad that nothing came out of it. Still, I am very, VERY happy for the new chapter and can't wait to see the next part!

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #ynm sherlock holmes #yuumori part 2 #yuumori part 2 theories

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ernand-0 · 1 year ago

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Imagine you finally develop your main villain and give him deepness just to kill him off at the hands of a 15-year-old.

Ch 408 finally gave us the backstory of AfO and Yoichi (too late in the plot IMO) just to have said villain vanish in the next chapter.

Here we finally got confirmation of AfO's motivations: "Since AFO didn't make a single good memory in his entire life, he wants to ruin everyone's future. He wanted everyone to look at him, forever. That's when we see that AFO is now a crawling baby and that Bakugou is coughing blood, almost passing out"

I hope that we get to see AfO again as a vestige inside Tomura, or PLEASE, as a vestige inside OfA. I just felt that AfO got hyped so much as this dark Demon Lord, then revealed that all he wanted was to be popular, all that gave some dimension to his character IMO, and to just have him vanish in thin air, and not even against the protagonist! Where is our Yoichi meets AfO after two centuries!

And I am not talking about the Vestige meeting with Tomura and the other holders. I wanted to see Kid AfO meeting adult Yoichi, and then exchanging some words. That Man hunted down his last family member for two centuries, it would have been great to get a final meeting before AfO vanished (if that was necessary to happen).

GIVE THEM A Proper Goodbye!!!! It would have made up for the abrupt departure during the sewer incident.

#all for one #bnha spoilers #bnha #bnha 410

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whaddayadothatfor · 2 years ago

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Shit Outta Luck

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami, mostly Gojo x Reader

Content warnings: Free use, dub-c*n, dirty talk, excessive amounts of c*m, degradation, teasing, naked female clothed male (kinda), cliffhanger

Word count: 2,595

Summary: One day your best friends Nanami and Gojo come over to hang out and help you pack to move. You end up stuck under your bed. Instead of helping you out, they help themselves.

AN: This is so ridiculous y’all. Unedited. Thanks to my bestie for hyping me up when I was writing this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, intended for audiences over 18+

Chapter One:

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

To think, the day has started off so normal. Maybe that should’ve been a hint. You’ve had the worst luck since grade school. You were always the kid to scrape your knee on the playground or get random bruises bumping into desks or walls. Hell, you even managed to be the only person to get bird poop on your cap and gown during your high school graduation. A series of unfortunate events. You’ve got the coordination of a preschooler and shitty luck. It’s a rare occasion when things work out well for you.

That’s why you should have been wary when you woke up early this morning, even without your alarm. You really should have caught on when the your face was free of breakouts and your shower was warm and toasty. Maybe you should’ve clued in when you found your comfort hoodie tucked squarely in the middle of your doom pile your desk chair. It had been missing for over two weeks and you hadn’t even washed it since the last time you wore it and it still smelled like laundry detergent. The last straw should have been having a perfectly normal breakfast, with perfectly seasoned eggs and a sweet coffee at just the right temperature. That really should have sealed the deal.

But alas, you’re as oblivious as you are unlucky.

Earlier

You scrolled through TikTok as you finished your breakfast and began making a mental

note of all the tasks you should complete today. Nanami and Gojo, your two best friends since uni, promised to help you bring your heavy furniture and boxes down to the moving truck and then move them up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. If there was one source of luck in your life, it’d be those two.

It was your sophomore year of college and the both of them happened to take the same upper division course you had signed up for that semester. Initially, you were nervous at being in a group with both of them, as they both were the most popular and attractive boys in your major. A feat, since all three of you attended one of the largest universities in Japan. However, you were amazed at how well you got on with both of them. You were calm enough to deter Gojo’s hyperactivity but energetic enough to bring Nanami out of his shell. For some reason, your group dynamic just worked.

They stuck to you like glue for the rest of University. You had lost touch a little after graduation, but then you had moved to the same city they lived in a year later. It was nothing to slip back into your old routine. Now, being with them both was as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning.

And it would keep working, as long as you could pretend to not notice how goddamn fine they were. That’s really why you had been friends so long. They had told you as much in University. They were sick of women on campus treating them like meat. They liked the fact that you only ever treated them like people. So, you hide how you feel about them and keep them at an arm’s length, so they never figure out the truth.

You finished the last bit of your breakfast and put your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to finish packing up your things. The rest of the apartment was ready to go, but you had saved your room for last. Mostly because it had the most clutter and you had the worst habit of not cleaning your room well, something Nanami always chided you for. He was a stickler for neatness, after all. Anyway, Gojo said that he’d be by in an hour and Nanami said he’d come by after work, so you wanted to make sure that the bulk of your room was decluttered and packed up by then. So you set off to work, pulling up a playlist and busying yourself tidying things up and placing trash and old boxes into trash bags. After about 45 minutes, you decided to start cleaning the mess up under your bed.

And that’s how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Present

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

You really, really can’t believe this is happening to you.

You had gotten stuck, under your bed. It was like a scene straight out of a bad porno. You were cleaning up under bed, pulling different bins and Knick-knacks out from under it when your watch had gotten caught on something deep up under your bed. It was an older bed, with a brassy-colored metal box spring. Somehow, and you don’t know how (because you have been wracking your brain on how this could have happened for the past ten minutes) in the process of trying to untangle your watch from whatever it was caught onto, you tangled your hair into the box spring.

So, let’s recap:

You’re stuck. Under your bed. With your two best guy friends on the way. One of which is a notorious little shit who loves to tease you in any given situation. Your whole bottom half of your body exposed. With only a hoodie and spandex exercise shorts on. Face down, ass up.

You can’t even call for help as your phone is on the dresser at the opposite side of the room and Siri has, you think, purposely misunderstood your calls for help as a request to play Help! by the Beatles.

You don’t even like the Beatles.

The slight anxiety you had at being trapped did not hold a candle to the humiliation you’d feel once Gojo came in. You wished belatedly that Nanami was coming over first. He would have been much nicer about the whole thing. Or better yet, that you saw the signs early. You never have such an easy going day, you should’ve known something like this would happen.

Just as you were wallowing in self-pity at your own life choices, you hear the door unlock and tense up. You really regret giving Gojo a key to your place.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” His irritatingly deep voice calls out mockingly in a high pitched tone. Even when he’s goofing off he sounds sexy. You hate that about him. And when he finds you in the stupidest, most embarrassingly compromising position of your life, you know that he’ll hold it over your head until you die. Even at your funeral, he’d bring it up. You hated that about him more. You heard him plop his keys on the counter in the kitchen before calling out to you.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You remained silent, hoping he’d think you stepped out and leave. But no such luck. You heard his footsteps inching closer and closer to your bedroom. “I brought your favorite. A matcha latte,” he called out.

That jerk, you thought. He knows you hate Matcha lattes. He brought it just so he could drink it. Suddenly, you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

You scrunched your eyes closed, desperately wishing that you could be anywhere else than you were in that moment. You anticipated laughter at any moment, but strangely it didn’t come.

“What happened?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded much closer than he did a moment ago.

“W-well, I was cleaning from under my bed and I got caught on something and now I can’t get out. Can you help me?” The embarrassment welled up inside you, causing you to stutter. Gojo said nothing for a while.

“Yeah, okay.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier than normal. It was strange as usually he put on this silly facade to lighten the mood. He was never this serious. “I’ll have to feel around a bit to see where you’re stuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” You nodded, and you were touched. A pang of guilt struck you. Maybe you didn’t give Gojo enough credit as a friend. You promised yourself you’d treat him better in the future.

Suddenly, you felt a hand caress the back of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your ass. You jumped a little.

“G-Gojo? What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you. That’s what you asked for, right?” He said, playing dumb. He continued touching you more boldly, squeezing your cheeks firmly before caressing your thighs again. You were too stunned to say anything until one of his thumbs lightly stroked your clit over your shorts. You jerked away from him, but your options to escape were limited.

“What the hell are you doing?” You screamed at him in frustration, in more ways than one. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. This kind of humiliation was much worse than any other kind you could think of. When you get loose, his ass is grass.

Worse, he was turning you on with his manhandling and gentle touches. You couldn’t help it, you hadn’t been fucked in over a year since your last situation ship and the only thing that had kept you company was your rose toy.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion before stopping and running his hands all over your ass again. “I promised to help you. I think it’s a tight fit down there, so I’m gonna help you loosen up, that’s all. Then you’ll be able to slide right out, no problem,” he said.

His tone was saccharine sweet, but his actions were anything but. You wanted to protest, but he stopped you.

“Just relax. I can tell by that wet spot on your shorts that you’re really enjoying this.” Your face burned with embarrassment, and all your protests died down in an instant.

You focused instead on choking back heated whimpers and moans because you’ll be damned if you let him know how good he is at making you feel. And he is good. His touches are so experienced, you start getting mad at the imaginary women who taught him how to fuck that well. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he was just naturally that good. He seems like the type.

It was almost as if he could tell that your mind was headed somewhere else, because he slowly pulled your spandex shorts and thong down in one go and that jolted you back to reality.

“Gojo,” you warned, but he ignored you as usual.

“A thong?” He questioned. And you could almost hear his eyebrow being raised.

“I packed the rest of my underwear! Plus, no one likes panty lines,” you mumble, embarrassed. He just chuckled at you.

“It’s okay baby, though in the future I’d rather you not wear anything at all.” Before you had any time to think about what he meant in the future, he licked a stripe up from you clit damn near to your ass. While you managed to stifle your moan, you couldn’t hold back the shudder that wracked your body.

“C’mon, don’t hold back. It’s no fun for me if you do,” he rang out. He paused. “Actually, try to stay silent. It’ll make it more fun for me knowing that I made you scream when you tried not to.” He chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath cover the expanse of your pussy as he spread your lips wide.

He proceeded to eat your pussy like it was his last meal.

All you could hear was him smacking and slurping up your wetness. He left no area untouched, especially your clit. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your nub and sucking on it till it was puffy and swollen. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, making him moan as you grinded back on his face.

Gojo attached his lips to your clit once again, humming this time as he sucked and licked all around it. It was too much. You kicked one of legs out in hopes that you’d receive a reprieve— no such luck. Gojo caught it and put it back into its original position. He chuckled with his lips still suctioned to tour most sensitive part. The sensation had you crying out, trying to run away. Finally, Gojo let go.

“Oh, c’mon. Is that all you can take? I remember all those conversations you’d have with your girlfriends, about how men never satisfy you. Can never go long enough. Are you running from me because you don’t like it? I can do more if you like.” He said teasingly. When you didn’t respond, he slapped your pussy, hard.

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart. Answer me,” his tone, although still lighthearted, turned mean.

“Yes, Gojo, please, I-I can’t,” you responded, breath airy and sparse.

“Please what? I can’t help you relax if you don’t tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“C-cum. I need to—“ you broke off your sentence with a moan, but it was enough for Gojo.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He worked you up until you were at the precipice of an orgasm, except this time he didn’t stop, not even after you tumbled over edge. You had never come that hard from oral, ever. Hell, you had never come that hard in general. He ate you out until the aftershocks of your orgasm died down. He stopped for a moment.

“You know, I still think you’re a bit tense. I think after another orgasm or two I’ll really be able to help free you.”

You moaned in response, still a bit out of it from your last orgasm. Gojo spit a thick glob of spit on your pussy, landing right on your hole before sticking two of his long slender fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortable stretch and your whine said as much. You hear him unbuckle his pants with the hand that’s not on you as he shushes you.

“Just relax. I’ll make you feel good soon.”

An hour later

“Yes,” Gojo moaned out, deep and guttural, as he sunk into you. The stretch was so much worse than his fingers. You now understand why he made you come so many times. The burn would have been unbearable otherwise. Still, the slow sink into you had you writhing as much you could, still being trapped under the bed and between Gojo’s strong hands.

“Fuck, I knew I should have done this years ago. You feel better than I ever imagined.” You mewled as he sank in all the way to the hilt. He gave you no time to adjust as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

Everywhere felt so hot. You could hardly stand it. Gojo was merciless and soon set an unrelenting pace that had you curling your toes. It was a heady experience, one that made it hard to think about anything else except how hard and hot Gojo felt inside of you.

“I never should have listened to Nanami,” he muttered angrily.

“W-what? Are you—“

“I have been fantasizing about this moment since the moment I first met you, but I. Never. Thought. It’d. Be. This. Good. Fuck!” He shouted as he came. He stilled, his hips jumping slightly as he dumped his come into you. It only made you hornier. He languidly fucked his come deep within you. His tired voice rang out, but not to you.

“I bet you wish you had gotten here earlier, huh Nanamin?”

You froze.

#jjk manga #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #nanami kento #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x female reader #Gojo Satoru x afab! reader #nanami x reader #Nanami kento x reader #gojo x reader smut #nanami x reader smut #nanami x fem!reader #gojo x fem!reader #jjk smut #smut #jjk fluff

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joemama-2 · 18 days ago

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bro imagine how good it would be to discover VL rn, you’d have 100k+ words of actual PEAK LITERATURE to read PLUS a new chap coming out soon 😩

and then when ur done all that u Can scroll thru the asks and over analyze every chapter 😫ugh I’m jelly

nothing quenches my thirst for VL. I am so hyped for the next chapter ESPECIALLY now that u said there will be fluff involved heh

Also was I the only one that thought about this: in the last chapter when reader walked inside her apartment like during the argument and locked the door and gojo left (I assume) did gojo already have like his keys and jacket ready to go and like on him during the argument 😭😭😭 it’s so unimportant but I was like 🤨

UNLESS the next chapter is gonna start off where the last one ended 😼

AND OMG I JUST PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER AND REALIZED THAT THE SNEAK PEAK WAS DAD DAY 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍omg thank god that something didn’t stop satoru from attending that. Genuinely I think if he wasn’t able to make it to dad day it would be my last straw and I’d have to die from the angst. Literally just realized that as I was writing this

Im gonna be REAL embarrassed if I’m wrong tho lmfao 😭😭😭

i alwayyysssss think that way. like imagine watching jjk for the first time UGHHHH 🤕🤕🤕 but thank you love hehe. i try to drop subtle hints in my asks that leave yall pondering lol

i didn’t even think about that logic right there when she closed the door 😭😭😭 but i’m assuming that he just carries his keys in his pockets no matter what. and the shoes were already on 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️but imagine he just knocked in the middle of y/n’s breakdown as was like “uhh, can you pass me my keys?” 🙎‍♂️

and the sneak peekkkk, well the chapter will be releasing soon so we’ll seee if you’re right or not 😁😁

#asks #velvet lies #ari sa <3

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team7-headquarter · 1 year ago

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Those Team 7 moments during the Kaguya fight are so important to me TwT

Kakashi was cold and cool as always with a full susanoo and freaking kamui shurikens, he even cut Kaguya long and deep on the shoulder like it was nothing. Being sincere, Kakashi Hatake with a full mangekyou in both eyes is a menace, but that is to be expected. He is a genius after all, and had one of the most powerful sharingans at his mercy, which he proved to use so intuitively... Like I said, I don't even know how he thought so freaking fast to combine kamui and shurikens, when minutes ago he was losing his mind over how powerless he felt during the fight.

It's cute how he would protect Sakura and admire Naruto and think hard about Sasuke to decipher what he wanted, intending to prepare himself for what was to come. Like yeah, he was emotionally down and he was physically tired and all, but his mind never stopped running ten steps ahead of everyone else, even if he didn't notice it because he was too busy downplaying his importance.

He made a plan to defeat her, a plan that involved ALL of them working together.

It is a call back to how foolish Sasuke had acted before, keeping information from both Sakura and Kakashi because he thought they were useless. Of course Naruto got mad about it, but Kakashi just solved it by giving Sasuke the lead of the team.

Ironic how Sakura ended up helping Obito rescue Sasuke and Kakashi made the plan that defeat Kaguya. Maybe that's why Naruto was also acting so vindictive and screaming stuff like SASUKE HAS YOU THANKED SAKURA AND OBITO YET?! LOOK SASUKE, KAKASHI-SENSEI'S SUSANOO IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS!!!

And I love how Sasuke was worried about them, but tried to conceal it. There are around three different occasions when he looked up in worry to try and protect Sakura, but Kakashi had already solved the problem in two of those —one when Kaguya transported them to the lava world, one when Sakura was falling after using all her chakra to rescue him from the desert world and the last one when Kaguya went after Sakura and Kakashi used his susanoo to shield her.

Naruto knows it and calls him out on his bullshit. He knows he cares. He just doesn't want to let them know how much he does.

Then there's Naruto, who's just a goofball and it makes me love him so much. He's such a clown even in the worst of times. He cheers up Kakashi and smiles broadly with Sasuke and is so gentle with Sakura and he worries SO much for Obito, no matter what. He's so hyped to be fighting with all his friends again.

Sakura is probably the one whose development shows the most during the fight. She's visibly lost and vulnerable, because she lacks the impressive powers her teammates were gifted with. Kakashi also feels useless and despairs for a moment, but Sakura doesn't let it faze her. Okay, maybe she's not waiting patiently for a chance and Kakashi has to retrain her before she does something foolish like going for Kaguya on her own, but even when she has no clue what was going on, she stood her ground and was right there to help in the end. She was cheering up Naruto so openly and lovingly, it was a far cry for the bitter girl she had been on her genin days. She worried about Sasuke but ran to help him, not staying behind to let the boys save themselves.

It's clear to see they are the mature versions of the kids you know in the first chapters. It's clear to see how much they love each other. It's so cute and so endearing and argh— they are my heart ❣️

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #Sasuke Uchiha #kakashi hatake #team kakashi #og team 7 #naruto shippuden #team 7

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gayeddieagenda · 5 months ago

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SHRIEK I want you to know that your fic ‘it’s not like a movie when we kiss’ made me insane so the news that you’re working on chapter two is enormously exciting to me specifically

wahh im SOOO glad you're excited for it, this is so sweet <3 it's taking me a minute, lol, and it's going 2 take a little longer, but i've had the next (two...) chapters pretty solidly outlined for a while & im really hyped 2 get back 2 it.

can i use this as an excuse 2 be annoying and post a wip from chapter 2. im going to.

In a brief search of his memories, Buck can only remember actually waking up next to Eddie one time. They hadn’t been drinking the night before, just run-of-the-mill exhaustion that had Buck wheedling Eddie to stay over after they both fell asleep during the movie they tried to watch after shift. They brushed their teeth together; they put on pairs of Buck’s pajamas together. When Eddie tried to head downstairs to the couch, Buck caught him around the waist and wrestled him onto the bed. It hadn’t been like last night. Buck didn’t dwell on their closeness, not in the bed or on the couch or in the bathroom, knocking elbows while they brushed their teeth. He barely noticed it. It was just Eddie, just Buck; it hadn’t felt like there was anything to notice. In the morning, Buck woke up first. He couldn’t tell what time it was, just that it felt early, the light filtering in through the gaps in the shades pale and early-morning soft. The night before, when Eddie finally gave in and agreed to sleep in the bed, he’d settled himself facing the bookcase, his back turned to Buck. Buck had a habit of sleeping on his back, but he mirrored Eddie on instinct, turning on his side and staring at the wall. When Buck woke up, he was on his back. His head was resting on the bottom edge of his pillow. His face was turned toward the left side of the bed—toward Eddie. It took him a long time to decide if he was really awake or asleep. Exhaustion hadn’t let go of him yet and he thought about sinking back into it. Idly, he watched Eddie’s face on the pillow. He'd turned in the night too, settling on his other side, his body bent toward the middle of the bed. Buck took him in, close and almost blurry with sleep: the slight movement of Eddie's eyes under his eyelids, the crumple of his hair where he’d slept on it all night, the line of his jaw. Buck wasn’t sure how much time passed before Eddie’s eyes blinked awake, slow and gummy. For a long moment, they stared at each other. "Wha time is it," Eddie said, voice husky with sleep. "Don’t know," Buck said. "What day is it?" Eddie tried. His voice gained a bit of strength. Buck laughed. “Sunday.” Eddie groaned. "Stay there," Buck offered. He pushed himself up to sitting slowly. "I'll make you coffee." "I'm tired, not dying," Eddie complained. But he stayed there anyway, letting Buck bring him coffee and toast in bed. It was fun. It felt like a game, almost, serving Eddie breakfast in bed, playing house with him on an early Sunday morning. Buck hasn't thought about that morning in a long time. It's a warm memory. It burns bright in his mind.

#it's a little long SORRY #thank u anon your message is so SWEET #me like can i talk about it's not like a movie does anyone mind if i talk about it's not like a movie #it's not like a movie chapter two buck perspective REVEALED #wip tag

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runawrites-blog · 1 month ago

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Undercover Ch 2. (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor meet your new neighbours but their reactions to your questions about the murders are as suspicious as you taking a liking to being so close to your best friend. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 2/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and a Murderer. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245137#workskin Previous Chapter

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“Neither of them spoke a word about the murders.”

Connor put the box he had been holding down, turning to you and nodding his head. “I’m glad I’m not the only one that seemed strange to. I mean, I understand that talk of murder is no way to greet new neighbours but everyone in Detroit has heard about it by now, so I was expecting them to adress it.”

“Me, too.” You sat down on the back of the sofa, looking at Connor before shrugging. “But maybe they just wanted to hype up the neighbourhood because people have been so frightening lately and sales here dropped in the last few weeks.”

“That’s true. I assume anyone moving here would be something to be grateful for.” Connor mused before picking the box back up. “Before we go to that dinner, I’d like to ask you what level of affection you’re comfortable with in public?”

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged as he began making his way to the staircase, you following close behind. “We are supposed to portray a newly married couple, so I’d say being affectionate with each other makes sense.”

Connor smiled and you briefly wondered why his face immediately lit up at your words but you decided to not question this any further as it was already a quarter to five and you didn’t want to be late.

When you told Connor about the time, he quickly hurried upstairs, put the box away in your new bedroom and went for one of the suitcases, pulling out a light blue sweater. His quickly taking off the dusted-up hoodie he’d been wearing for the move-in to change into something else made you realise how dirty your own shirt had gotten during the move. You quickly went for one of your suitcases and rummaged through it, pulling out a white short-sleeved blouse with blue floral details on it. Both you and Connor changed with your back toward each other and once you’d done so you turned back to each other and neither of you could keep your laughter in as you realised you’d accidentally matched your clothes.

“What a coincidence.” Connor said in amusement, eyes flicking down your body before focusing back on your face. “You look pretty in that colour, I must say.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks. “But to be fair I have yet to find someone that light blue doesn’t look good on.”

“Don’t downplay my compliment. You look really pretty.” Connor insisted before he gave you a small smirk. “And besides, I think light blue isn’t Gavin’s colour – at least if the shirt he wore to work last week was anything to go by.”

“That wasn’t light blue, Con. That was cyan.”

“Isn’t that the same?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head and pulled out your phone. “In fact, I’ve had this discussion with Tina before and we made a colour comparison picture. Let me show it to you.”

Connor held up a hand to stop you. “Any other time I’d love to listen to you talk but if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”

“You’re right.” You quickly put the phone away and grabbed a hairbrush from the dresser. “I’ll prove to you that I’m right about the cyan thing later. We can leave in a minute. Let me just brush my hair. It’s gotten a bit unkempt during all this box carrying.”

You did quick work doing your hair and Connor waited patiently until you were done. And then the two of you set out to meet your new neighbours. Connor locked the door and then turned to extend an arm to you which you took without even thinking about it – which was simply because you needed to portray a married couple for the case, you told yourself. He led you down the sidewalk and up to Ashley and Dave’s front door.

To your surprise, neither of them opened but in their place a young woman did so, smiling as she saw the two of you. “You must be the new neighbours. My name’s Rose and I live just across the street from here with my fiancé Steven.”

Connor quickly introduced the two of you by name before looking past Rose. “Are Dave and Ashley still busy preparing the meal? Shouldn’t the hosts open the door?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty busy and I’m over at their place so much that I practically live here.” Rose chuckled and then stepped to the side. “Please, come inside. I’ll tell Ash that you’re here. She’s in the kitchen. You can just go through to the back porch.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and grabbed onto Connor’s arm a little tighter, suddenly feeling a bit nervous because meeting these people meant properly starting your undercover mission and thankful for the security that holding onto him brought. “We’ll see you outside.”

Connor watched Rose leave before he looked back at you. “Are you alright? Your stress levels spiked for a second and you’re gripping my arm rather tightly.”

“Am I hurting you? I’m sorry.”

“It takes more than that to hurt me, rest assured. But I do worry about you. Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded before giving him a small reassuring smile though you knew Connor was too good at reading people’s expressions to believe you. So you lowered your voice, not wanting anyone to hear you. “Meeting these people means properly starting the mission and I feel nervous. It’s dumb, I know.”

“It’s not dumb. Don’t downplay your feelings.” Connor shook his head, giving you a stern look before whispering back to you. “You are an amazing detective, so I know you will do a good job with this mission, too. I trust you.”

You were about to answer when Ashley approached you from behind. “Why aren’t you two on the porch already? It’s such nice weather outside.”

Before you could even think of an excuse Connor spoke up. “Don’t worry about us. My lovely wife has always been nervous about meeting new people, so I’ve been trying to give her a little pep talk, so to speak.”

Ashley’s face fell and she gave you an empathetic look. “I get that. You might not believe me because I chatted you up the moment you arrived here but I’ve always tended to be a bit shy I can assure you that all of our neighbours are sweet and lovely people.”

“See, Love?” Connor smiled down at you. “They will love you.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, glad that Connor had come up with an excuse. “Shall we go outside?”

“Come on, guys.” Ashley waved you along as she went out onto her porch, the two of you following until you were all outside, watching the people sitting at the table look up at you. “Everyone meet our new neighbours!”

After some introductions, you and Connor sat beside each other as you made pleasant small talk with the other couples around. Ashley and Dave had invited three other couples in total. One of them was composed of Rose and her aforementioned fiancé Steven who was a domestic PL600 android. The next couple was a young man named Caleb and his husband, a GS200 security android named Matt. And the last couple was comprised of an ST300 receptionist android named Stacy and her fiancée Riley. They talked about their work, about how they had met, about when they had moved to Fairfield Street and as they began eating, they talked about the food, as well. None of them spoke a word about the murders. Just as you were about to try and casually bring the topic up, planning to feign interest as a newly arrived resident, one of them interrupted you.

“So tell me how you and Connor met.” Caleb said and looked at you with a smile on his face. “I heard you two recently got married. I bet your story cannot top the cute story of how Matt and I met.”

Matt next to him rolled his eyes affectionately and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s head. “Babe, not everything is a competition.”

“We both work at the university as you know. Right now due to the university being partially renovated, we teach online classes because of the room shortage resulting from that but back when I met Connor we both worked on campus.” You chuckled and shook your head, leaning into Connor next to you. “One day I was hurrying to class and as I rounded the corner, I collided with Connor. We both drop our things, along with a file I had on Medieval French Dynasties for a course I was giving.”

Connor chimed in at that. “We both started scrambling to get our things together so we could go on our way. While doing that I grabbed her file on Medieval French Dynasties and she grabbed mine on Artificial Intelligence. But I only realised when I started my class, opened my folder and found historical annals from the sixteenth century.”

A smile tore at your face as your new neighbours began laughing at the story and you quickly piped up to continue it. “And I was standing at my desk, looking at his AI coursework. So I excuse myself, telling my students there has been a mixup and I go to run out the door to find Connor. But as soon as I pull open the door Connor runs in and once more collides with me.”

“We fumble around, apologising and handing back each other’s things. And when we stopped for a second to look at each other one of my students shouts for Connor to ask me out so he can keep staring at me.”

“And I did.”

“And he did.”

“That’s really cute. It gives me romantic comedy vibes.” Riley chuckled and smiled at her fiancée. “We just met through a mutual friend.”

“That’s cute, too.” You argue, giving her a bright smile as Connor leaned over to press a kiss to your head and the setting sun reminded you once more of the murders. So you quickly came up with a plan to get the topic out into the open. “Well, the food was amazing and your salad was so good, Ashley. You have to give me the recipe for the sauce someday.”

“I will.” She said before frowning at you. “But you’re not planning on leaving so soon, are you? We just finished dinner.”

“It’s getting dark.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to leave. Why would you leave so soon?”

You nodded and grabbed onto Connor’s arm, feigning fear as he placed a hand on top of yours. “With all the murders that have been happening in the University District, I wouldn’t want to stay outside after dark.”

Connor caught onto your idea and quickly nodded his head. “We heard of another one happening just days ago on the radio as we drove here. I’m quite frankly scared.”

Everyone quieted down at the topic and you could tell they seemed just as frightened. You almost felt bad for bringing it up but you reminded yourself that you were actively helping solve the case. Caleb grabbed for Matt’s hand and Riley hugged her cardigan around her body, looking at her fiancée in fear. Rose and Steven seemed just as scared. Dave frowned at the conversational topic and Ashley’s face fell.

“Please, don’t bring that up.”

You frowned at Caleb’s words. “I’m sorry. It just scares me. We bought the house before the first murder and when they happened we hoped the police would solve them soon. We even waited a few more weeks to move out, hoping the culprit would be caught, but eventually, our landlord said we’d have to vacate the apartment.”

“I would have hoped so, too.” Rose sighed and shook her head. “I genuinely thought it had been that creepy reclusive Mister Jones who lives over on Oak Drive but apparently they questioned him and didn’t think he was a possible suspect.”

That was true as after the second murder Tina had taken Mister Jones in as some evidence had pointed toward him but he’d had a solid alibi and was quickly released again. At Rose’s words, Matt piped up, saying that Mister Jones couldn’t have been the suspect anyway since he was an older man and therefore not capable of overpowering both an android and a human.

Connor leaned forward in interest as the neighbours began speaking about their theories about the murder and you did the same. Their ideas ranged from a drug ring, over a robbery gone wrong to a crazed maniac collecting body parts. But none of these theories were in any way supported by the little evidence you had found during the prior weeks. It was Dave who stopped this whole conversation.

“Can we speak about something else? This whole murder talk freaks me out.” He said and shook his head. “We invited you all to have a nice barbeque, not to share your theories. And I must say that an alien abduction sounds a little far-fetched, Steven.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling him!” Rose exclaimed with a small laugh. “But Stevie loves his alien conspiracy theories.”

And with that, the topic changed to alien conspiracies. You and Connor sat back and listened to them in the hopes that they’d circle back to the murders eventually but you had no such luck. So you contended yourself with simply listening to your new neighbours while Connor had begun to absentmindedly play with your hair. His nimble fingers twirled your hair around and massaged your scalp. And you had to admit how nice it felt to have Connor play with your hair. However when you started to question why you were enjoying this so much you reasoned that it would have felt nice no matter who was doing it.

“Are you tired, Love?” Connor whispered to you and when you looked up he chuckled softly. “It was a hard day and you can barely keep your eyes open anymore. I think we should really head home.”

“I hope to see you around some more.” Stacy smiled and looked back at you. “It was nice getting to know you two.”

“You and Riley live across the street from them. You’ll surely see each other again.” Matt said in amusement. “But I wish you guys a safe and good night.”

“We wish you all the same.” You said as you stood up, taking Connor’s hand and intertwining your fingers. “Thank you again for the invitation and your hospitality.”

“No need to thank us.” Ashley smiled and braced herself on the arms of her chair to get up. “Let me see you out.”

She moved to stand up but Dave quickly placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her down. “You stay here, Pumpkin. I’ll see them out.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

With that, Dave led you to the front door and you said your goodbyes. Within the next five minutes, you and Connor were home and as soon as you entered the house, he turned to look at you in excitement.

“That was a great plan on how to get them to talk about it. You are brilliant.”

“But it dissolved into alien conspiracies.” You groaned in frustration, shaking your head. “We have to try again.”

“Did you see how Ashley and Dave reacted to you bringing it up? They seemed irritated and upset rather than afraid.”

“They really didn’t like us talking about it. But that’s not a solid lead, is it? We shouldn’t report that back to Fowler.”

“No, we shouldn’t. Not until we have a more solid lead. They might have other reasons for reacting so irritated. We need to find out why and see if they have any more information.”

“The next time we see them we will try to get information from them again.”

“For now we should turn in for the night. You can get ready and I will lock up the place.”

The two of you turned to leave in opposite directions before realising that you were still holding hands. Your face heated up at that realisation and you withdrew your hand, apologising to Connor before you saw the faint dust of blue on his cheeks. Before you could think about it any further Connor gave an awkward laugh and excused himself to check on the front door. And you took that as an invitation to head to the bathroom.

While you got ready for the night, brushing your teeth, washing your face and changing into your pyjamas, you contemplated the strange feelings you’d been feeling. You had never felt anything but platonic affection for Connor but you had to admit that playing his wife, holding his hand and generally being so close to him felt nice. But you quickly stifled those thoughts. This was a mission to catch a murderer and you wouldn’t let any new feelings distract you from it. Once the Slayer was caught you’d have ample time to think about these feelings.

When you exited the bathroom you found the downstairs area vacated and therefore set out to get upstairs. Connor was already sitting on the bed, dressed in pyjama pants and a shirt, the bedside lamps bathing him in soft light and a small smile on his face. He looked so domestic that it made it impossible for you not to smile.

“Are you still alright with me sharing the bed with you?”

“Of course.” You smiled and got into the bed next to him, leaning over to flick your bedside lamp off. “Did you check the doors?”

“I did.” Connor promised as he lay down next to you, giving you a small smirk. “Then I wish you a good night, my wife.”

You chuckled at his joke. “Good night, my husband.”

And then he turned the light off, dozing the two of you in darkness. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep next to each other as you’d done so before for various reasons. Connor turned to his side, watching the back of your sleeping form for a few minutes, examining the way your shoulders rose and fell with your soft breath, the way you minutely moved in your sleep, not yet having fallen into a deep sleep and he found himself reaching out for you. His fingers traced your shoulder gently as he contemplated why he’d been so eager to play your husband in this undercover mission. But when you turned onto your back he quickly withdrew his hand and closed his eyes, entering stasis.

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