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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WORD "ASBEL" SHOWS UP IN MY OUTLINE DOC 1,840 TIMES?????????
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#but like. jesus. that's 2% of the total word count on that one#funnily enough my second word doc w more of the actual fic in it also averages out to be 2% asbel. bro is secretly milk đ„#2% isnt a lot really but im mostly just imagining saying the word 'asbel' aloud 1840 times in a row. how long would that even take.#ok i tested it it's about 9 min 40 sec at 180 words per minute đ but it's only *2* minutes at 900 wpm what a steal!#*presses play* ASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBLASBL#maybe i should count how often his name comes up in the game so i can feel better about myself?#actually i take that back my fic probably uses it more bc that's how prose works#the game can just show him doing stuff i have to specify w words who is doing what#maybe if you counted every time his name shows up in his own dialogue bubble tag. that's akin to 'asbel said' in fiction right?#i am. rambling. it is. late. goodby
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FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE
Summary: What happens when two best friends try to get along under the same roof? You've been living with Jungkook for three months now, but your cohabitation is still a challenge for you. He continues to live like a real bachelor without following the rules you agreed upon from the beginning of your decision to live together. Should you find a compromise or should you find a new place to live?
Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader
Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hosuk.
đ Age restrictions: 18+
đ©đŒââ€ïžâđšđ» Relationships: â€
đ Number of part: 14/?
đïž Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.
đ©đŒâđ» From the author: Guys, I did it! I wrote this part faster than I thought I would. I read it myself a few times to make sure it was okay, and I think I liked what I saw here. Hot? I think so! Let me know if you liked it, because I'll be nervous! I'm going to feel a little pressuređŁ The next part will be a continuous fuckđ
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â ïž Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!
đTag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)
â Part 1 â Part 2 â Part 3 â Part 4 â Part 5 â Part 6 â Part 7 â Part 8 â Part 9 â Part 10 â Part 11 â Part 12 â Part 13 â Part 14
Part 3. The most real type.
It was snowing outside. Abundant and paw-like, it quickly turned everything white. You were standing outside, but you hardly felt the cold. Perhaps it was because of the snow, or because you were drunk. It was a challenge to stay on your feet. But your situation was improved by Jungkook, who was the most sober of your group.
You went outside to get a taxi for Taehyung, who was almost unconscious, and Jimin, who had been drinking heavily. When the car arrived at your request, you insisted that you also go with Jungkook and help him send his friends to home.
Jungkook effortlessly sniffed Taehyung into the back seat of the car. Luckily for him, Jimin was able to get into the taxi by himself. You wanted to say goodbye to your friends, but your legs wouldn't hold you. So now you're standing by the pole where Jungkook put you and told you to wait for him.
After staying outside for a while, you began to feel the cold, which helped you sober up. That way you could see Jungkook's figure more clearly as he approached. When he approached, you stretched out your arms to him and tried to take a step, but stumbled. Strong arms picked you up, saving you from falling on the cold curb. You smile broadly. You realize how clumsy you must look right now, and it makes you want to laugh even more.
"Baby, you're completely drunk!" - Jungkook laughed, steadying you so you wouldn't slip again.
"No, I can stand on my feet, it's just slippery because of the snow." - You protested. You jokingly pouted your lips to look offended. Jungkook continued to smile at your pout. His low laugh came from somewhere in the back of his throat.
"It certainly is." - You laughed too, and stared mesmerized at your best friend who held you in his arms. For the second time that day. But this hug was more pleasant than the one in the morning.
You remember Jungkook telling Taehyung earlier today that you two could have sex if you lived together. Also you remember almost choking on a rice bun when you heard that. This guy must be out of his mind to say something like that. You already live together. But no one knows about it.
Then you protested very loudly. Not only did you almost die because of that bun, but you had Jungkook throwing around theories so confidently. You said then that this would not have happened under any circumstances, maybe if only you were the last people on earth.
"Can you walk, or should I carry you?" - Jungkook pulled you out of your memories. He was also drunk, but you couldn't tell by his face. Jungkook was resistant to alcohol and the half a liter of soju he drank didn't affect him at all. Unlike you, but you drank more. Jungkook threatened that he wouldn't carry you in his arms, but here he is. He's standing there, smiling sweetly at you, waiting for your answer. No matter what he says, he always takes care of you when you need it. And maybe that's what attracted you to him the most. He was attentive to your every need, and when you needed him the most, he magically appeared next to you.
"Yess, carry me!" - You were excited and your eyes shone. "It's not far, and I'll help you pump up your arms so you don't lose muscle." - You said, making Jungkook laugh out loud again. You're so cute when you're drunk.
Being outside, where it was cold and still snowing, your mind was becoming more and more clear. Jungkook's shoulders were warm and too comfortable. You wish he had carried you forward in his arms, so you wouldn't have frozen from the wind blowing in your face while you were riding the bike. Jungkook sometimes corrected you when you slipped. His arms were around your hips, and you wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck to steady yourself.
"Jungkook-ah!" - You called to him. Your friend's eardrums were hurt again.
"Honey, don't scream, you're on my shoulders, not a thousand miles away." - Jungkook said gently. You giggled.
"Isn't it hard for you to carry me?" - You asked.
"Not at all, you're very light!" - Replied Jungkook playfully. You calmed down because for a moment you felt sorry for him. Jungkook is dragging you around in this weather, fully dressed in winter and drunk. But it's better to ride on his shoulders than to walk.
"We are almost there." - Jungkook said.
A few more minutes passed and you were on your way to your apartment. Jungkook helped you to your feet once you were in the elevator, and you walked the rest of the way to your apartment door.
The warmth of the apartment immediately enveloped you as soon as you crossed the threshold. You went in and stood at the threshold. You enjoyed the comfort of the warm apartment, but not for long. Jungkook was behind you, closing the door. You froze too close to the front door, and so that Jungkook could also be in the inside and close the door behind him, he literally pressed himself against you.
"Baby, move, why are you like a fossil?" - You heard somewhere above your head. You turned your head in the direction of the voice coming from behind you and faced Jungkook's face. To your surprise, he was so close that there was almost no space between you. You stared at each other for a few seconds and suddenly you said.
"Help me undress!" - Jungkook raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Do you want me to take off your clothes completely or just your outerwear?" - He asked. You hummed lazily. He was teasing you again.
"Would you like to undress me completely? Or not... what am I offering you, I'm not your type, you'll probably be bored." - You mocked. Turning away from Jungkook without seeing his reaction, you stepped forward and began to take off your sneakers and jacket at the same time.
Your friend rustled his outerwear as well. You threw your hat and jacket on the nightstand and drunkenly walked to the couch. You flopped down on it and relaxed. Jungkook went to the kitchen. He took a beer out of the fridge and came to you. You looked up with difficulty and saw him pouring a can of beer into himself sip after sip. His Adam's apple moved in time with each gulp. You noticed Jungkook's neck, it was so welcoming to kiss. You were getting carried away, is it possible to think about such things with Jungkook? But he wouldn't know anyway.
Your friend stopped only when most of the liquid had gone into his stomach and he ran out of air. He flicked his tongue with great relish to better taste the beer. Jungkook noticed you watching him. You moved toward him to take the rest of the frothy drink, but Jungkook stopped you.
"Don't do that. If you cover the soju with beer, you'll vomit." - He warned. You grimaced and flopped back on the back of the couch.
"Same here..." - You grumbled irritably. "Shove your care up your ass!" - Jungkook focused his gaze on you as he put a can of beer on the coffee table. He took off the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in a T-shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him greedily as he threw his clothes over his head, his T-shirt caught on the hoodie and you could see his perfect abs. He sat down next to you so that your thighs were almost touching.
"When I was carrying you on my shoulders, you think in another way of my care." - Jungkook lamented with mirth in his voice. You looked at your friend with a frown. "You were supposed to be the one taking care of me."
"I said I would do it only on condition!" - You reminded him.
"How exactly can I make you feel good?" - Jungkook continued your dialog. You knew how he could make you feel good, but he said that you were not his type and nothing would happen between you. And then he said that if you could live together, you could sleep together. These two opposing opinions annoyed you. You had to figure out what was true and what was a lie.
"Forget it." - You said. "Better explain your theory that you so arrogantly assumed." - Jungkook turned to you with interest.
"Taehyung asked theoretically, so I answered theoretically." - Jungkook defended himself.
"So in your opinion, we would sleep together if we lived together. But, hey genius, we've been living together for three months now and as you can see, we're not having sex." - You explained.
"We're not, but it could happen anytime." - Jungkook said decisively. You followed your friend's hand in a slight daze as he took another sip of beer. This is a serious statement.
"How can this happen if I'm not your type?" - You tried to figure it out. Jungkook's self-confidence in such statements outraged you. He says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But the problem is that you are friends, and best friends at that. If you start having sex, you can't be friends as you were before. Such thoughts put pressure on you.
"I also said you were beautiful and hot." - Jungkook reminded you. You laughed hysterically. But those words flattered you.
"Yes, I remember that. But explain to me how you can think a girl is beautiful and sexy, but she's not your type?" - Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue. It showed he was slightly irritated. You hated it when he did that. Because it made you think dirty things. "In my opinion, someone you find sexy and beautiful automatically becomes your type." - You finished without letting Jungkook answer.
"I don't understand what you're trying to say. What was I supposed to say?" - Your best friend said nervously. "Y/N is beautiful and so fucking hot, I should have fucked her a long time ago?" - Jungkook sounded more sarcastic than angry.
"No." - You said, trying to think straight after Jungkook's words. "You should have said something like what I said. I didn't say you weren't my type!" - Jungkook suddenly laughed slyly. You didn't realize what you said was funny.
"Does that mean I'm your type?" - Your friend asked.
"Um, well..." - You trailed off, afraid to admit that you are. He is the most typical type for you.
"You see, you can't say, but it's obvious. I'm really very attractive, you can't help but like me!" - Jungkook said slyly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and your ears ring. Embarrassment completely took over. "So it's true that you dream about me every night?" - He mocked. "You probably imagine me kissing you, running my hands over your body. How I get the upper hand and you give in so easily?" - Jungkook was rapidly approaching you, and all you could feel was panic. He stopped when your faces were separated by a few centimeters. His gaze fell on your lips. Could this really happen? Does Jungkook want this as much as you do?
"More like your thoughts." - You teased, trying to somehow escape those seductive lips and intoxicating intimacy. "So detailed." - You laugh into his lips. "Confess how many times have you fucked me in your mind?" - Jungkook suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him, and you hit his strong chest.
"You have such a long tongue. You should be more careful what you say!" - Said Jungkook in a low voice. You felt excited to be so close to your friend. You tried to control your breathing.
"Your tongue is much longer than mine, Jeon, you should use it in a different way." - You joked with a mocking tone in your voice.
"Do you want to know what my tongue can do?"
"Do you have something to interest me?" - You did not give up. There was tension between you, and neither of you wanted to make the same move. But you knew you were going to hold out to the end. Jungkook, the one who should be first. He exhaled an exasperated breath, but didn't let go of you. Your gaze flickered across his face. Damn, if it weren't for your fucking pride, you'd be throwing kisses at him right now.
"Shit that. I'd fuck you right now. But we're both drunk. I don't want you to regret it in the morning when you're sober." - Jungkook said seriously. You only heard what you wanted to hear, and the thought of Jungkook wanting to fuck you overshadowed everything else he said.
"If you want to, why are you waiting?" - You whispered. Jungkook's eyes darkened. His desire was too obvious.
"You're virgin. Aren't you saving yourself for the prince?" - He asked. You started to get angry, because you finally wanted this guy who was holding you so close to him to get down to business, but he kept talking.
"I don't." - You answered quietly. Maybe all the time you've known Jungkook you've been saving yourself for him? "Who better than best friend to help me learn about all the delights of sex? So are we going to keep talking like this or are you going to do something?" - You were pushing Jungkook to act. He was staring at your lips, hesitating to kiss you. He had to make sure that you were ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.
He touched your face, resting his palm on your cheek. His fingers slid down to your cheekbone, and he touched your lips with his thumb, enchanted. Jungkook lightly ran it over them, as if he wanted to test their softness. You watched with interest and almost undisguised desire.
"There will be no turning back once we do this." - Jungkook said slowly and carefully. He stopped his finger at the corner of your mouth. "You have to think carefully. Because I'm going to take your virginity. I'm going to do something to you that might scare you. I want you to understand that if you give yourself to me, I will do whatever I want with you. And you won't be able to run away from me." - Jungkook's voice was low, slightly his own. He spoke seriously without a hint of joking. His words ignited your desire even more. You are like a moth flying into a fire. You have to think about everything. That if you let this happen, your friendship will no longer exist.
Maybe it will be, but not the same as before. He put all the responsibility for your relationship with him on you. But he was the one who provoked you. Or was it you?
What happens if you tell him to stop? You laughed to yourself. Are you a fool to say no to a guy like Jungkook? You admit that during the three months you've been living under the same roof, you've wanted Jungkook to pay attention to you properly. You wanted to be in the shoes of every girl he brought over. That's why you were constantly irritated. Of course, your busy schedule at the university and lack of sleep were also part of your constantly bad mood. But the main reason was this damn hot best friend of yours.
You didn't allow yourself to admit that you liked him. You justified it all by saying that you're just comfortable around Jungkook because you've known him since childhood.
Unfortunately for you, you can't think straight because you're drunk. You're driven by alcohol, a strong desire that nothing can quench. You need Jeon Jungkook and you can't do anything about it. You don't think about the consequences. Maybe you'll feel embarrassed tomorrow, but you definitely won't regret anything.
Finally, having made a decision in your drunken head, you answer.
"Do you really think I can think straight right now?" - Jungkook smiled softly at your words. "But I know exactly what I want right now." - You licked your dry lips. This gesture made Jungkook's eyes return to your plump lips. "I want you to do what you promised."
A moment that seemed like an eternity. And then you felt Jungkook's lips capture yours.
You felt euphoria in its truest sense. You were dizzy, but with each intense movement of Jungkook's lips, you finally realized what was happening. You were responding to the kiss with no less desire.
Jungkook stopped, he suddenly and very skillfully put you on his lap and kissed you again. This time he used his tongue. The hot touch of his tongue, asking for your mouth, you could not stop him. Opening your mouth, you allowed your tongues to connect. It was an absolutely crazy feeling. The kiss was so passionate that you moaned into Jungkook's mouth without will. This excited you both even more.
Jungkook's hands were on your buttocks. He stroked and squeezed them while continuing to kiss them. You pressed yourself tightly against his crotch. Feeling aroused, you began to rock on his hips, dreaming of creating the right friction to ease the sweet torment. He hissed as you continued grinding him for a while.
It was so natural to sit here on couch of Jungkook's home, and from more recently your home. It was where you had sat in each other's arms many times and watched a movie, or where you often napped after staying up late after school talking to a friend on the phone. Could you even imagine for a moment that you would be sitting on top of your best friend, in this couch and trying to orgasm, rocking on his hips?
Jungkook groaned. You felt yourself getting too wet. Your underwear was completely soaked. But you didn't care, because it wasn't important right now. Jungkook's lips and his growing erection were all you could think about.
Jungkook pulled away from your lips and moved to your neck. You stopped and let him kiss you there now. The throbbing between your legs made you want more.
Jungkook left wet marks on your neck. In the most tender places, he sucked in your skin and you were crazy about the slight pain that accompanied each kiss.
When he was done with your neck, Jungkook realized that he didn't like the fact that you were still dressed. Without warning, he took off the sweatshirt you were wearing for today's trip to the restaurant. He also casually unzipped your jeans.
First, he removed your bra with one deft movement. Your breasts were freed from the pressure of the bra and you were instantly covered in gooseflesh. Either from the cold or from Jungkook's touch. He stared at your breasts for a second, and then a cheeky smile appeared on his lips. Without wasting too much time, he touched your nipple with his tongue.
Jungkook sucked on your tender bud, making you feel a slight pain that intensified your already intense need. He did the same with your other nipple. You moaned louder than you meant to, drawing your friend's attention. He took your mouth again and started kissing you. Now you needed those lips. You couldn't imagine how you could have lived without those soft lips and skillful tongue.
You gasped into his mouth when he reached under your jeans and panties and touched your needy clit. He made smooth, light movements on it. You thought you were going to go crazy from these previously unknown sensations.
Jungkook was smiling right into your lips. It was a fucking delight to see your face. Red with excitement and alcohol. Your eyebrows are furrowed with the ecstasy he's giving you as he caresses your clit.
"You're so wet for me, baby." - He whispers into your lips. "Do you like the way I touch you?" - He asked in the same soft voice, still moving his fingers. You breathed out a "yes" unable to speak clearly.
His bulge was already large. The pants he was wearing had been comfortable before, but now they were painfully tight. You instinctively moved your hips as Jungkook touched your center.
He captures your mouth again. Your tongues intertwine and feel so natural together. You put your hands in Jungkook's hair and tug gently. You even have time to think about how soft they are before realizing that you might come soon.
"Jungkook..." - You whimper. You need to say you're going to come.
"Are you going to cum, beautiful?" - Jungkook asked in a hoarse voice.
"God, that mouth" you thought. His well-chosen words are boosting your ego.
"Then do it for me... cum right on my fingers!" - You weren't ready to hear such dirty things, but it was so sexy and appropriate at that moment that you couldn't hold back any longer. You came. Just like he asked. You could feel your clit shuddering and Jungkook's fingers still holding it. You fell back against his shoulder, catching your breath.
You were trying to recover. You had just come. Your breathing was ragged and fast. When the wave of incredible feelings passed, you were a little embarrassed. You raised your head and pulled away a little when you realized that Jungkook wanted to take his hand out of your pants. He pulled his hand out and, to your surprise, put two fingers in his mouth, tasting your juice. You smiled shyly, not expecting to see that.
"You taste sweet as expected." - Jungkook said. You blushed even more.
You crawled onto Jungkook's lap in embarrassment and felt his aroused cock touch you. You looked down between the two of you, and Jungkook followed you. His cock hadn't gotten enough attention and you felt a little guilty, which was only good for you.
You wanted to get off Jungkook, but he grabbed your buttocks.
"Where are you going?" - He asked.
"I think you are uncomfortable with me sitting on you, and I wanted to make you feel good too..." - You said the last words very quietly, but Jungkook heard you. You looked away, nervous. He gently took you by the chin and turned you toward him.
"Do you want to give me a hand job? Or do you want to give me a blowjob?" - Jungkook said playfully.
"I can do whatever you like the most." - You replied shyly. Your voice was trembling a little. Jungkook kept his eyes on your beautiful face. "Fuck, this girl is going to drive me crazy. How can she be so cute and sexy at the same time?" he thought.
"I like blowjobs better." - He said, and you suddenly realized what you had to do. You panicked and smiled nervously. Of course, there's no turning back, if Jungkook wants you to do it, you'll do it. He also has to have his share of fun.
"Are you going to tell me how to do it right?" - You asked hopefully. You've never had sex before, and you've only heard about blowjobs from friends and books.
Jungkook purred with satisfaction. Your shyness and inexperience were turning him on.
"Of course I'll teach you. But do you think I'm done with you?" - He said. Before you could answer, you were already pinned between Jungkook and the couch. He lay down on top of you. The weight of his body pressed down on you pleasantly. Jungkook kissed you lazily, using only his lips. "I'm going to enjoy you completely first, and then maybe you can give me a blowjob." - He said. You smile.
"You already made me come. Do you want to put your cock inside me now?" - Suddenly you have the courage.
"You agreed, so now I'll do whatever I want to you. You will have more than one orgasm today." - Jungkook promised you.
"How?" - You were surprised. You didn't know a lot about sex, how diverse it can be. You thought that one orgasm at a time was enough. To experience this incredible pleasure again? But can you be against it?
Jungkook didn't answer. He knelt down on his knees, not taking his eyes off you. He took off his T-shirt. He froze for a moment and then got to his feet and quickly dropped his pants.
You watched your best friend's actions with interest. His body was pumped up like a fucking masterpiece of perfect muscles and shapes. He looked so great. Those delicious abs, those strong arms. His tattoos, which made him even hotter. But when he took off his pants and you saw the big bulge hidden in his boxers, you silently gasped. It looks big. Will it hurt you a lot when he enters? You didn't know, and you were a little scared.
Jungkook came back to you, but he didn't lie down like he did last time. He grabbed your jeans and pulled them down. In a moment, you were wearing only a thong. Jungkook threw your jeans into his pants.
Not even a second after he undressed you, he planned to leave you naked for good. He grabbed the edge of your black mesh thong and began to slowly pull it down.
When he saw your vagina open, his eyes became absolutely lustful. He looked at you from head to toe, lingering on the most attractive places.
"My God, you are so beautiful!" - Your friend said with admiration. You felt proud at that moment. It feels so good to be liked by him and to hear this admiration in his voice.
"Do you say that to every girl you sleep with?" - You say, a little annoyed.
"I haven't said that to anyone!" - Jungkook said honestly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever fucked!" - You rounded your eyes. He's such a liar. He's been telling his friends that he doesn't like you, and now he's saying this. Isn't he being sly?
"Does that mean I'm your type?" - You said, mocking Jungkook. He laughed with a snort. Slowly, he approached your lips.
"You're my the most real type." - He confessed. You felt thousands of butterflies settle in your stomach.
"So now that we're clear, I'm going to eat you." - Jungkook said. You didn't understand. He bit your lips and after that went down to your cunt. He picked up your buttocks and moved more comfortably.
"Hello, beauty, you're mine now!" - He said to your pussy. "Spread your legs wider for me." - Jungkook ordered. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but it was so damn tempting and sexy. You did as he asked and opened your legs wider. As soon as Jungkook touched your clit with his tongue, you realized that you had completely lost yourself.
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Masterlist here <3
genre: fluff
warnings: none
characters: passione members (again..đ
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notes: Inspired by that one trend on tiktok, also guys i have noticed that i write for passione way too much!đ„Č So please give me ideas for the other parts main groups
How each passione member would react to their girlfriend calling them âhusbandâ
Bruno Bucciarati
Bruno would be the definition of calm, but the moment he hears you say âhusband,â a soft smile would tug at the corner of his lips. Heâd pause whatever heâs doing and look at you with those kind, thoughtful eyes of his. âHusband, hmm?â heâd repeat, letting the word settle in the air for a moment. Then, heâd step closer to you, his fingers gently brushing against yours. âIt suits us, doesnât it?â He wouldnât make a big deal out of it, but youâd feel his warmth, the unspoken promise in his gaze that, when he says something like this, he means it with every fiber of his being.
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno would be composed on the surface, as always, but when you call him âhusband,â youâd see his golden eyes widen slightly, just enough for you to know you caught him off guard. Heâd smile that soft, knowing smile of his and say, âIs that how you see me?â His voice would be gentle, but thereâd be something in his tone that made the moment feel important. Giorno might not be the type to indulge in romantic gestures, but youâd know heâs thinking about it seriously. After a pause, heâd add, âI wouldnât mind that title someday.â With him, youâd feel that deep sense of commitmentâlike heâs already planning for that future without even having to say much.
Guido Mista
Mista would absolutely light up. The moment you call him âhusband,â youâd see his face break into the widest grin, his eyes sparkling with joy and mischief. âHusband? You think Iâm that cool, huh?â heâd tease, clearly enjoying the moment. Heâd wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close, probably exaggerating a little for effect. âWell, I guess I better start acting like one then!â Heâd play it off with jokes, calling you âwifeyâ for the rest of the day and pretending like heâs doing husbandly duties, like holding doors open or helping with small things, but deep down, youâd know heâs loving the idea of being your forever person. Heâd likely even mention it to the Sex Pistols later, letting them hype him up over it too.
Leone Abbacchio
Abbacchio would try so hard to play it cool. The moment you casually call him âhusband,â heâd stop whatever heâs doing, his eyes narrowing as if heâs annoyed. âWhat did you just call me?â heâd ask, sounding gruff. But youâd catch the faintest blush creeping up his neck. Heâd turn away for a moment, clearly trying to compose himself. âDonât start throwing words like that around,â heâd mumble, but youâd notice that he didnât actually sound mad. After a few moments of silence, though, heâd soften just a little. Heâd glance at you from the corner of his eye and, in a quieter, almost hesitant voice, add, âMaybe⊠someday. If youâre serious.â Itâs the closest youâd get to a romantic confession from him, but it would mean the world.
Narancia Ghirga
Narancia would be all over the place with his reaction, full of energy and emotion as always. The second you call him âhusband,â heâd freeze, his eyes going wide as he points to himself in disbelief. âMe?! Your husband?!â His voice would be filled with pure excitement and surprise, like he canât quite believe youâre serious. Then, as if realizing how much he likes the sound of it, his whole face would break into the happiest grin. âHell yeah, Iâd be your husband!â Heâd laugh and probably throw his arms around you, lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around. For the rest of the day, heâd keep randomly calling himself your husband, testing out how it feels. âHusband Narancia, coming through!â Heâd be over the moon, already imagining your future together.
Pannacotta Fugo
Fugo would immediately tense up when you call him âhusband,â his face flushing as if you just dropped a bomb on him. âWhat did you just say?â Heâd ask in disbelief, his logical mind racing. His initial reaction would be a mix of panic and embarrassment, his hands twitching slightly as he overthinks the whole situation. âYou canât just⊠say things like that so casually!â heâd mutter, his brows furrowed as he tries to figure out how to respond. But then, after a long moment of silence, heâd let out a soft sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders. âBut⊠if you mean it,â heâd say, his voice quieter now, âI wouldnât be opposed to the idea.â His face would still be red, but thereâd be a vulnerability in his expression, a hint that deep down, the thought of being your husband means more to him than he lets on.
Okay so I know I say this under most of my posts but I love this one soso much!!! Itâs just so cute to me ughđ„čđ
If you guys enjoyed this make sure to check out my other work! And if youâd like me to write anything specific for any character/group from the parts 1-7 my requests are open! <3
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How to Choose a Valentine đ
PAIRING: idol!Jungkook x You (You can also read it on AO3)
SUMMARY: Who knew the best company for Valentine's Day would be a lovely Doberman? And who knew he'd get you a Valentine? Well, sort of.
WORD COUNT: 4.3k
GENRE: fluff and light angst
RATING: Teen (for cussing and drinking)
WARNINGS: drinking, kissing and making out while drunk (consensual), hangover, lapses of memory, misunderstandings, JK handles everything well, Bam is the center of this story, the cutest baby, and maybe a cupid, should fill your đ with fluff but wdik
A.N. I wasn't even supposed to write this. This is what happens when I wake up at 4 AM and can't sleep. Then I think, Hmm, I read lots of lovely fics yesterday about Valentine's Day. What would I do if I wrote one? X hours later, here we are. I just roll with it at this point, it's almost a way to deal with writer's block đ
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You snorted at the reel playing on your phone while your hand petted gently between the black Dobermanâs ears. One girl smashed the phone camera while repeating âGirls donât want flowers for Valentineâs Dayâ, while another immediately shyly said that yes, sheâd like flowers. You scrolled; another of a guy guiding his significant other over a trail of petals; you scrolled, another of a guy explaining how he asked a girl to become his Valentine. Another, with the type of girls on Valentineâs Day and you smirked. Which one were you? Definitely not the spoiled girlfriend, you were single. Not heartbroken, you hadnât dated for a while, or a heartbreaker. You chuckled; the only guy in your life at the moment was that sweet Doberman sleeping on your lap and you werenât about to break his darling heart.Â
The next options were single and fine with it, anti-Valentineâs Day, and Galentineâs Girl. You supposed you were fine with it but had hoped not to spend it alone, hence why you were at your best friendâs apartment. What you thought could be a day of eating and having fun together turned into dog-sitting because she needed that favor. Something along the lines of the usual sitter being ill and her needing to find someone to do it, and you were available.
You could think of more depressing ways of spending your day. You put your phone down and petted the short fur between the dogâs closed eyes, knowing he was utterly relaxed under your touch. He was the cutest thing and you had a blast walking and playing with him all day. You checked his training and he was responsive, though testy of the limits, and you made sure he understood that he had to listen to you. During your second walk, he behaved so well and was rewarded so much that you thought he wouldnât have an appetite for dinner, but he surprised you. And now he was sleeping soundly and you didnât want to get up, but it was time for your own dinner. Maybe you could cook something up for you andâ
Your phone buzzed and you checked it; speaking of the devil.
[Itâs taking longer than expected so Iâll eat here. Treat yourself sorry see you soon! đ]
You sighed. In the end, you were going to spend it with that cutie as your Valentine. You stretched your arms and shoulders, pressing your fingers to your neck before gaining the courage to slide under the Doberman. He wasnât pleased and adjusted his head to get back on your thigh.
âNo, Bamie. I gotta eat something, come on.â
You slid again and turned on the TV as background noise before getting to the kitchen and checking your best friendâs fridge. You decided to eat a bit of everything that you could find and got set to eat on the sofa in front of the TV. Not even five minutes in, you became sort of annoyed â stupid Valentineâs Day ads. You told Bam firmly not to even think about snatching your food before you focused on streaming something instead. A corny and sweet romcom should be fun.
And you had dinner as you laughed and cried with it until a scene came up where the main character cried her sorrows over a bottle of soju and you thought, Why not? You had nothing planned the next day, at least you could have a drink.
You started with a single soju bottle, but as the episodes played and the night passed, you didnât stop. Eventually, there were empty bottles of beer and soju and you were feeling dizzy, despite being sat down on the couch. Your last reasonable thought was to turn off the TV, the only source of light in the room, before holding on to Bam as if he were a pillow and falling asleep.
It was the sound of bottles clicking that disturbed your sleep, and your instinct was to wrap your arms closer around the fluffy dog, âBam.â
He was wiggling his tail like crazy, and in your haze, you connected that to the bottles falling over. Not to the extra dip on the other side of the chaise longue.
Perhaps it was the fact that you heard your best friendâs voice in the distance that relaxed you, not quite registering that it disappeared after the front door closed. It was only when a different scent hit your nose that you started connecting the pieces: Bam was squeezed between you and someone else, their hand touched your arm ever so slightly while they petted him, and that musky scent was from a man.
You opened your eyes, confused by your conclusions, but not at the top of your game â a quick nap was not enough to make you sober.
âWho are you?â
Bamâs tail kept wiggling as he seemed busy facing opposite from you, looking at the person who answered you, âWho are you?â
He sounded sleepy and you couldnât see him properly. The city lights from the window were enough but you were still too hazy.
âI asked first,â you voiced, rubbing your eyes. He didnât seem willing to respond quickly enough, but you could feel him still petting Bam, so you sulked. You wrapped your arms around the pet harder, âBamie is mine!â
Instantly, a new set of arms did the same and tried to steal him away, âNo, heâs not! Iâm his dad!â
âAnd Iâm his mom!â The man scoffed and you raised your chin proudly. âDonât believe me? Look.â
You let go of Bam and scanned around, seeing where you could put your feet safely in between the bottles. Then you got up and walked a bit unsteadily across the living room, standing next to the window. You could see the shape of the man all in black, including his hair, looking at you from his comfortable position with the sweet Bam happily smelling around.
He could see your expression, your baggy tee shirt falling over you and covered with cartoons, but he only cared about Bam staying in his arms. Because of course, he would.
âBam!â
He gasped when Bam jumped from his embrace to get to you, frantically wiggling his whole body before lying on his back over your feet. He gaped as his Doberman showed his belly, happily licking your face and squirming under your belly rubs.
âSuch a good boy,â you cooed, grinning from ear to ear.
Then you straightened up and snapped your fingers and Bam got up too, easily following you back on the couch and splaying himself belly up in between you and the man.
âThere you go,â you murmured, scratching his belly and up his chest much to Bamâs delight.
It was when Bam squirmed that his snout ended up under the manâs chin and you saw him clearly for the first time. Then he spoke and you smiled.
You woke up with a groan, drool all over the pillow, and a headache to make you want to run for the hills. But then you sat up, confusion still scrambling your brain as you eyed the bedroom.
âBam?â
You waited but the sound of paws scratching the floor didn't grace your ears, so you got up from bed and searched for him. You looked everywhere, calling for him every few seconds, but he didnât come out and you couldnât seem to find him. In fact, there was no one else at home but you, which made you befuddled â where was your best friend?
Your hangover was deadly, it was trying to pull you down with a headache the size of the world. And so you beelined to the bathroom and stripped hastily to get your head under the water and try to wake up gently.
But there was no gentleness to be found when suddenly you remember something â there was a man. Yes, butâ Youâ kissed?
Suddenly, you were flooded with the memories of you kissing, his gentle hand cupping your jaw, your trembling breath when your tongues touched. The foreign thing that ended up being a lip ring that you felt with your tongue. The way the kiss deepened, and your legs got tangled even beyond sweet Bam lying in between you.
You were hyperventilating, âWhat?!â
You did what?!
Did you kiss a random man? On your best friendâs couch in the middle of the night? Or did you hallucinate him because of the alcohol?
Suddenly, it came to you â he tasted of beer, and you told him as much.
You felt him smile against your lips, âAnd you taste of strawberry soju.â
You remembered chuckling before kissing him again, burying your fingers into slightly overgrown strands of hair that curled around your hand.
You rubbed your face under the water; you kissed him. You were both drunk, and you couldnât remember everything, but you pressed your lips toâ
You stopped breathing.
You were feeling his shoulders and pulling him close when Bam started licking both your faces, which made you both break away and laugh.
âI have to pee,â you had said, getting up.
Before you could be mortified about having said that to a random guy, you recognized that after you went to the bathroom, you forgot about getting back to the couch. Instead, you went to bed on autopilot and fell asleep. Because you were that drunk.
Well, thankfully. Otherwise, what could have ended up happening? You were not in your right mind, you could barely remember his face aside from his eyes and lip ring. You were crazy, nuts, and shouldnât drink that much again.
You got out of the shower and got dressed quickly with more lenient thoughts. Since only kissing happened, it was okay. No harm no foul.
Your stomach was adding to the problem, but you still decided to take headache medicine before your phone buzzed and you grabbed it.
[Meet me at work and have breakfast with me?]
You agreed and got your stuff to go to her. The subway trip was twenty minutes but it was alright at that hour. The HYBE building was in a very busy area, so to already have a direct line there was a blessing.
You gave your name at the reception to get a visitor pass and went to the floor she indicated, smiling when you saw it was a cafeteria with breakfast all around.
She met you at the door and walked you through it before sitting down and watching you eat your broth carefully.
âLots of people need caring for this morning. Funny what Valentineâs Day does to some people,â she was amused, though her expression screamed exhaustion. âIf theyâre in couple they drink together, if theyâre single they drink alone. Thereâs no escape, is there?â
You were looking down apologetically until you could talk, âIâm sorry. I donât know what got into me. I⊠raided your fridge.â
She sighed, âI know, I saw the bottles on the floor. Hence why youâre here, to have a power breakfast.â
âWhat happened yesterday? Why didnât you come home?â
Your best friend heaved a deep breath, her spirit hanging on by a thread, âMy artist went to a friend's dinner last night and got drunk. I got his driver to get him home but they had an accident,â she sighed. Your eyes widened in alarm, but she raised her hand swiftly, âTheyâre both alright. This all to say that after my meeting got lost into late hours, instead of going home, I had to go and manage that situation.â
âThat sucksâŠâ You thought back to the previous night, unsure of how to introduce the topic.
âBy the way, thank you for taking care of Bam. My artist and I really appreciated itââ
She was interrupted when a spot of black dashed for you, barking the instant you took a second to acknowledge his presence. You instantly smiled despite the horrid headache the noise was making and reached to pet him.
âNo, Bam! No eating!â
âItâs not the food,â your best friend pointed out jokingly, dismissing the manager nearby who tried to admonish the pet.
You were happy to give him all the cuddles that were making him go crazy and whiny; you were happy to see him again too. It instantly pulled memories from the previous night into your mind and you wondered again how to bring it up with your best friend when a voice interrupted your thoughts.
âBam.â
Bam was licking your hand happily, yet instantly darted away at the call, and you knew before you looked up. It was him. You recognized the longer hair you had gripped, the lip ring, and the eyes. The sweet yet searing eyes.
He got near your table and bowed to you both before starting a light talk with your best friend about the schedule for the day.
And you blinked, wondering why his eyes set on your best friendâs face, or rather why the whole situation felt like a gut punch. He must have been the artist your best friend was referring to, the one she managed. You wouldnât know, she was secretive about who it was. But the way he was ignoring you couldnât be mistaken. He didnât acknowledge you more than that bow, but why would he? You knew who he was.
The moment your lips grazed in a slow kiss while his hand gently supported your jaw came to mind and you blinked in astonishment. You couldn't believe it happened. Even as you remembered opening your eyes the moment he pulled away a few inches to breathe and looked straight into your eyes. It was impossible. Even if you were both drunk, howâ
âExcuse me.â The three of you turned to the lady in uniform. âNo pets are allowed in the cafeteria,â she bowed respectfully.
It was easy for you to get up, âIâll take Bam to the rooftop garden.â
You grabbed his leash from the manâs hand without touching him and he let it go, a bit startled. Not that you noticed; you stepped away and called for Bam, who followed you swiftly.
Jungkook stayed behind, eyes still on you leaving with his dog until you were out of sight.
âSheâll take good care of him.â
He turned back to his manager and nodded, âI know.â
His manager was ready to use every argument she had to convince him, so she chuckled, âFunny how yesterday you were borderline going nuts over a stranger taking care of him and now youâre so relaxed.â
He nodded and looked back at where you disappeared with his Bam. You were not a stranger.
âWhatâs that look?â She asked, eyebrows furrowing ever so lightly.
He pressed his lips and nibbled a bit on his lip ring, but then looked back at her, âWhen you left me at your place⊠something happened.â
A mix of fear and âoh noâ crossed his manager's face and he sat across from her where you had sat before, ignoring your tray and half-eaten food.
âWe were both drunk,â he started, expecting her not to believe him, but she just nodded. âAnd Bam loves her. We justââ He filled his lungs with air, pushing it back out anxiously as his tattooed hand ran across his hair, âWe joked around that I was Bamâs dad and she was his mom. Then, that we were both alone, nowhere close to having a Valentine, and that maybe Bam was our cupid. Instead of meeting and making a baby, the babyâ made usââ He became crimson and hid his eyes for a second, then he faced her again, âWe were drunk!â
âYou said that,â she deadpanned firmly. She was his manager, she needed to know things in black and white. He knew that.
âSo we joked. Maybe we should get together, and we kissed.â
Her eyes doubled in size, âOh no, you didnât!â
âWe just kissed!â
Her features hardened, âTell me right now. Tell me the truth.â
âItâs the truth! I swear, we kissedâ for a whileââ His ears were becoming red, âAnd then she went to the bathroom and I fell asleep.â His managerâs expression had not changed a millimeter, and his eyes became pleading. âYou have to believe me. You woke me up and I was alone with Bam.â
âThatâs true,â she acknowledged, finally heaving a breath. âShit, this is my fault. Leave two drunk people alone, and see what happens.â
He frowned, âI donât just go around kissing people, even when Iâm drunk.â
She faced him, âThat is also true.â It seemed clear to her, so he relaxed. âSo what happened? Why did you kiss her?â
He blinked with wide eyes, startled by the question. âI⊠I donât know.â
He looked down, containing the urge to look back at where you had left with his pet. He didnât even know your name, he knew nothing except that Bam loved you and you tasted sweet.
His manager waited for a proper response, for any additional information. But when none came, she knew what she had to do. She sighed, âWell. Iâll have to contact our lawyers and draft an NDA. Sheâs my best friendâ, she confessed, rubbing her eyes for a second. âShit,â was all she expressed before getting up and rushing out.
Jungkook pressed his lips and let her leave. He was confused about the situation, about his actions. He knew so little⊠Why did he think it was enough?
He put away the trays you and his manager had used while he pondered this. In a way, Bamâs heart meant everything to him. The way Jungkook loved him was unexplainable, he was the only soul in the world he could ever love in such a way. His innocence and instinct were enough, and he listened to you like he only ever listened to Jungkook himself. That shouldnât have been enough, but it was.
And he was drunk, he sighed, leaving the room. It was his fault, he knew that. He shouldnât kiss people irresponsibly like that, and now his manager was in a tough spot.
He decided to head for the rooftop and sort this out with you. He didnât know what to say, but he thought maybe it didnât have to be a big deal. You two just did it and it was⊠freeing. There were no inhibitions or second thoughts. It was playful and innocent, and then your lips touched. He didnât know it would feel like that, he hadnât thought it through. But it felt so good. It created shivers, made him hot, curious, awake, alive. He had no questions, no doubts, it was like jumping out of an airplane and freefalling. It was like the wind was guiding him to fit together with you, there was nothing in him telling him to fight it.
He got to the rooftop and immediately saw you across the garden sitting on a bench with his manager, and your best friend, next to you. Bam saw him too and raised his head and ears, but he was busy grabbing a stick that had just fallen on the floor and bringing it back to you. Jungkook could have expected him to drop everything to greet him, but Bam didnât.
His manager was explaining something to you and your eyes were glued to the floor, expression closed except for the line between your eyebrows. Only when Bam brought you back the stick and you threw it again, did you look up. Jungkook was walking closer yet slowly, not meaning to intrude, and you had thrown the stick almost right into his path. That was why Bam happily gave it to him instead, and he crouched to pet his baby while his eyes stayed on you.
Your eyes turned away when you said something. He couldnât hear it from there, but he knew the words out of your mouth were cold. He recognized his manager trying to have you reconsider or change your mind, but your eyebrows drew closer as you bit something back and just got up and away.
You didnât look at him as you walked in his direction towards the exit. You planned to pass by him without a word, a mix of emotions inside you that you preferred not to address. And yet Bam was what forced you to change your mind when he lit up at your presence. He looked for a pet from your hand and you immediately halted, unable to punish that sweet pup because of his dad.
Still, the words slipped the seam of your lips somewhat bitterly, âAre you a baby?â
âWhat?â He blinked, eyes wide as he straightened up.
âYou kiss someone and your first instinct is to threaten them with NDAs?â You were frowning with a hint of contempt, but your eyes were glistening. You continued before he could say anything, âI wonât sign it. I donât care what any of you think, this isnât normal. You regret it? Fine, but then act like a fucking adult.â
He was at a loss for words and movement behind you had him glancing, and so you turned. Your best friend had a serious expression on her, something you imagined was her work persona. Well, too bad you had no sympathy for it.
âNo,â you raised a hand before she could say something. âYouâre doing your job, and Iâm standing up for my principles. Iâll go to your place and get my stuff.â
You passed by him at a hastened pace and the second he turned to say, âWait!â, the heavy glass door was already closing behind you, muffling every trace of a sound.
He turned to his manager then, seeing the tiredness, sadness, and frustration all over her face as she heaved a deep sigh and hid the tears in her eyes.
His lips twitched with a question, but she spoke instead, âShe thinks Iâm choosing my job over her.â
âBut youâre not,â he instantly said, confused. âThis isnât necessary.â
She sighed, âIâll deal with this, ok? Get to your shoot.â
She also passed by him quickly inside and Jungkook looked at Bam, who was lying on the floor chewing on the stick with a hard focus. Why were they so eager to get anything done without a proper conversation?
He took Bam with him across HYBE and got inside the car with other managers and assistants. They were waiting for him to continue his schedule, chatting about Bam. It would be difficult to have him on the set, but theyâd contact a sitter on the wayâ
âTake me to Manager Kimâs place.â
âWhat?â His manager frowned, âNow?â
âYes, now. To drop off Bam,â he offered, though he knew it was a lie. His manager agreed though because he knew Bam had stayed there the previous day, and being late to the shoot was fixed with a simple call giving them a warning and an apology.
Jungkook left the car first, saying that heâd go and come back quickly, and the team agreed, to his relief. He was upstairs in a beat in front of the right door, yet before he could ring the doorbell, the door opened in front of him and something crashed into his chest. His heart jumped and his hands darted to support your arms as you recoiled back, and then you looked up at him. Such beautiful big and expressive eyes, and he knew then he would have wanted to kiss you anyway.
You broke away from his arms and moved to go around him. He didnât miss your frown, but he didnât hesitate, âCan we talk?â
âIâm not going to sign it,â you insisted as you turned to him, adjusting your backpack over your shoulder. âBut you donât need to worry, that doesnât mean Iâll talk about it. Iâm not like that.â
He nodded once, âOkay. But thatâs not what I want to talk about.â
You paused, âOh.â
Your features smoothed in confusion and he was happy he caught your attention, âCan we go inside?â
You shrugged but walked back inside. You petted Bam gently between his ears then put your backpack down on the floor. By then, Jungkook had released Bamâs leash and closed the door. The sweet baby darted to the water bowl and your lips curved before his dad drew your attention away.
âI donât regret it,â he said, and your eyebrows jumped. âYou keep saying that, but I donât. And I didnât ask Manager Kim to do this either, I suppose itâs standard procedure or something. I wouldnât know. But sheâs just doing her best because she feels responsible.â
You were skeptical, âYou wouldnât know?â
âNo.â
You found that hard to believe, but you didnât insist. It had nothing to do with you. âWhy would she feel responsible?â
âBecause sheâs in charge of me, I guess. Managers tend to feel like that even when we are, in fact, not babies.â
Your lips twitched at his choice of words.
âSo donât get mad at her. After this, Iâm going to tell her to stop it. I donât want this NDA thing, and neither do you. Itâs not necessary,â he sighed. He had told his manager that before, but maybe if he insisted, sheâd get it.
You nodded.
âAnd thank you for looking after Bam,â he finished with a smile. The Doberman had jumped on the couch a bit carelessly, but he was calm. âHeâs usually nervous around strangers, but he loves you. You might really be his Mom for all he cares,â he smirked, watching as you stepped to the side to pet Bam. âAnd I wouldnât⊠separate him from a person he loves. If youâd like to see him again.â
Your cheeks instantly caught fire as you looked at him. He held your gaze calmly, the only hint of nervousness in his fingers fidgeting. You didnât think you were misunderstanding him, then.
âI can make time.â
He smiled, âGood.â
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Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 119
"Babe wake up a New chapter of TBHK just dropped and on SPOOKY MONTH no less", The Board is Set, our main characters are here, let's see what aidairo has in store for us today. Judging from the Cover card, it looks like yashiro will FINALLY be going back to the Red house, OH boy, I wonder how shes going to react Now that hanako is ya know....EVIL!? Also I hope kou and mitsuba are ok đ„
Yo I effing HATE this Dude, also Look at yashiro and Aoi"s relationship blooming, ya know i gotta say, the more I keep seeing these 2, the more more im reminded of Madoka magica and how sayaka pretty much played this role in the beginning, and We All know how that turned out đ
Y'ALL HAD âïž JOB!
Ok 2 thing: 1, I Didn't even REALIZE we didn't get the chapter cover Until NOW, and 2, this panel looks Absolutely SICK OMG aidairo How do you keep cooking, also is it me or does the art style for nene kinda remind you of the art style form the VERY 1ST Chapter? Hmmmmm đ€
So she basically got Yetted out of existence Lol, WAIT I RECOGNIZE THAT OUTFIT, KOU!, KOU!!, KOU!!! Its gotta be Kou Please be Kou
KOU!!! Oh how I've missed you and your traffic earing đ
AHHHHHH MY HEART đđđ I love her friendship with kou, yes while Akane and Teru ARE Reliable, kou has something they Dont, EMPATHY, COMPASSION, and HEART, he's such a comfort for yashiro, and he's not always against hanako like the other 2. he's the homie for a reason, and in my opinion, the BEST character aidairo has wrote ^^
Ummmm I don't trust this, how come he's not freaking out and explaining what happened with him and mitsuba and That hanako has gone crazy, it almost feels like he's leading her somewhere PURPOSELY đ§đš
Time is melding in on itself, TIME IS MELDING IN ON ITSELF!! Omg she's in the PAST Again đ°đ°đ°
HANAKO!!!!đ±đ±đ±
I love their relationship, it reminds so much of nobara's and Yuji from JKK. look at her, she ABSOLUTELY yipping with Joy, and he's going right along with her ^_^
AGHHH MY HEART!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!đđđđ
My heart...I really can't say anything more except, MY HEART, this Is LITERALLY the best scene in my opinion, aside from the absolute Masterpiece of the Picture perfect arc, this is DEFINITELY a Big runner up. F$%k Aidairo, What do you DO to my EMOTIONS
What?... What happened on his Birthday? What did the Clock keepers DO, Oh No NOT AGAIN!! OMG aidairo WHY, ok for real can someone please remind what exactly happened on his birthday? I know that on ONE of his birthdays That was day that Tsukasa decided to sacrifice himself to the Red house, and that THAT was the reason why hanako stayed alive, but I don't remember if that was on his 4TH birthday or entirely different day, if it was on his 4th Birthday then Holy shit, it looks like my theory about Tsukasa and yashiro MAY be right, and might in fact, COME TRUE đšđ°đ°đ°
HOLY SHIT, ya know at this point I think aidairo just wants to BREAK us, Because why do you keep doing this like OH MY GOD please Stop, please Stop aidairo I can't take it anymore, just don't hurt them PLEEAASE, Omg Yashiro NOOOO!!!
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Okay so youâre one of the only ones Iâve seen mention AJ recently so I wanted to come to you with this thought. You know the âwrite a prisonerâ website it went around tiktok for a little? Well I was thinking, in a universe where his ending is different (no spoilers just in case your other followers havenât watched it) reader finds him on the write a prisoner site and they become penpals. Youâre able to develop a genuine connection with one another and heâs able to talk and vent to you about everything thatâs gone wrong/right in his life and youâre able to do the same thing. He ends up writing you sappy little poems and love notes eventually cause he realizes you are more than just a penpal to him. At some point you end up surprising him with an actual visit and it just solidifies his feelings being able to finally see you in person. If weâre going off of the mafia!au for him, then maybe he ends up having some of his men on the outside start to keep tabs on you..solely for protection purposes of course not because he wants to make sure heâs the only guy youâre talking to. Thereâs a couple videos I saw where the girls were still able to be surprised with flowers on the doorstep somehow by their penpal and I definitely feel like heâd do the same thing. Thereâd be a line in one of his notes afterwards of like âDid you get my little surprise, sweetheart? Just wait till you see how much I can really spoil you once Iâm out of here.â Ahhh maybe itâs just me that gets all giggly at this idea. Idk just a little thought đ
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OMG STOP I LOVE THIS SM!!
okay so ima break this up a bit because itâs easier for my brain to focus đ will start with looking at it from Ajâs character and then from if it was Mafia!Ani
(iâd also like to state idk how the âwrite a prisonerâ website works exactly but i feel like itâs pretty self explanatory so ima just roll with how it works in my mind)
Aj: becoming pen pals with a prisoner and bonding is a lot easier then you went into the website thinking, you only really go in with the fact youâll be speaking with a criminal. once you see his photo your interest is peaked (i mean how could it not look at him)
anyway you guys start off with simple topics when messaging like favorite hobbies and Aj mentions to you that he has a love for playing the piano- (idk about you guys but thereâs nothing hotter then a man who can play an instrument and play it well) maybe he even makes a promise to you that when he gets out heâll play for you.
and Aj is such a sweetheart he so would write you poems maybe he starts off with something simple and sweet that can be interpreted in a friend way because for as confident as a guy he is you make him nervous. he only started writing you poems once you two where close enough for him to feel safe and be open with his thoughts and how he got into this situation. and honestly you donât think heâs to bad of guy after all he never went out of his way to kill anyone during a heist and he always made sure to donate a percentage to charity organizations, so youâre able to push the fact heâs a criminal aside.
as your relationship with him progresses and his friendly poems slowly turn into something more you realize how badly you want to visit him. to see his pretty face in person (even if it is behind a glass frame) and to hear the voice youâd been imagining in your head. so with all the courage you can muster you do some digging and make plans to surprise him. Oh boy are you grateful you went through with it- seeing him in person was almost surreal. somehow he was more handsome in person and furthermore his gravely voice was definitely hotter then you ever could of imagined. heâs a smooth talker, seemingly more bold in person then he was through a screen (which shocked you since with most people itâd be the opposite). oh and when he sees you⊠sees your smile- the way you flutter your lashes when listening to him speak- he knows heâs done for, knows that thereâs no one else he wants more in his life and even more importantly he cannot wait for his release date.
you make the effort to visit him as often as you canâŠ
Mafia!Anakin: we all collectively agree Ani is a possessive man- even if he doesnât always show it but Mafia Ani, oh that man isnât afraid to show heâs possessive in fact as far as heâs concerned he owns you. so to no oneâs surprise he 100% has men on the outside looking after you. making sure youâre safe, single unbothered by those around you.
Anakin has connections everywhere, i mean heâs the top boss. so if he wants to surprise you with something he will, and heâs got the money for it so honestly whatâs stopping him?
waking up and getting ready to start your day only to here your doorbell go off, opening your front door to see a huge bouquet of flowers. it really confuses you at first- i mean you donât really talk to other guys (probably because every time you did they suspiciously disappeared- if you had their number and messaged them all theyâd say is they moved away) so who are they from. taking them inside and seeing a note on the ground that must of fallen out of the bouquet your question is answered.
âHope you like them Pretty girlâ
itâs not even signed but you know exactly who itâs from. of course you confront him at your next visit, and once you do all he does is give you a sly little smile through the glass as you both hold the phone next to your ears.
âjust wait till you see how much i can really spoil you once iâm out of hereâ
ugh that resonantes with me sm đ© he 100% would say that and then swiftly move the conversation along as you blush silently, something about how he said it or maybe itâs the look in his eyes that leaves you flustered.
i think i ranted a bit to much about this đ my apologies huns đ but anyways youâre so real for this and thank you for dropping it in my asks đ«¶đŒ
youâre actually my first ask too so đ€đ€ thank you for the absolute serotonin boost this gave me Xx <3
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My thoughts on Spy x Family: EYES ONLY Guidebook (English ver) - part 3
Continuing from my previous two posts, this will be my last post discussing the English version of the SxF manga guidebook "EYES ONLY." I'll discuss some of Endo's and Lin's comments on specific chapters, some of the included concept art for the series, all the Twiyor tidbits the book has to offer, and conclude with a couple things the English version of the book omits.
Endo's and Lin's comments on specific chapters
There's at least one comment from Endo and/or Lin on every chapter of the manga from when the book was originally published (up to chapter 61). Unfortunately I can't cover every single comment, but I did want to highlight a few (more will be covered in the Twiyor tidbits later on).
So Bond wouldn't have actually died from Yor's cooking then? Good to know her cooking isn't that bad, lol. Also that's a good question, Lin, maybe you should ask Endo? đ
Lots of great info about the cruise arc. Makes sense that they had to plan it out many months in advance and keep revising it to patch up plot holes. All that work definitely paid off! Interesting that they almost considered not having Loid on the ship at all. Glad they didn't because otherwise we wouldn't have gotten one of his best outfits! đ€Ł (can't wait to see this piece of work in color in the anime!)
Incidentally, the scene Endo mentions where he "managed to make Yor look pretty cute" is this one (she does look pretty cute here).
My favorite comment of Endo's about any chapter has to be this one for chapter 56. Never change, Endo đ
And lastly, some good comments about chapter 59 (Becky visits the Forgers).
This is one of my favorite stand-alone chapters so I'm glad it was well received. Funny how they kept going with the joke instead of ending it "normally"...but when you have such great characters and setups, good comedy writes itself!
Below is Endo's commentary about Henderson, not a specific chapter, but thought I'd point it out since he mentions Henderson is the only character he's done a shower scene for...not anymore!
Also, while not related to a specific chapter, I do like what Endo says below about Loid and Yor's "dark sides."
He enjoys drawing them this way, which is cool, but he's also cautious about not overdoing it and saving those expressions for important situations.
Concept art
Most of the pre-serialization character designs included in this book were also in the exhibition pamphlet, which I already discussed thoroughly here (wish I had remembered these were in the fanbook so I wouldn't have put so much effort into trying to read Endo's scribble notes). So I'll just mention a few of the most notable things.
As I discussed in my post about the pamphlet, Franky was at some point intended to be the uncle of the family. Though I do think it would have been fitting to make him the uncle, I also like the main focus being on just the "nuclear" family, with the uncle and other characters having supportive roles.
An interesting note about the beta version of Yor is that she seemed to be more like Fiona - she was in love with Loid right from the start, to the point of trying to eliminate Anya! I doubt this is something she would be doing all the time as it would have been difficult to make her a likable main character if she was always trying to kill her daughter...in all likelihood, she would have tried to kill Anya at first before eventually learning to love her as a daughter. While I see how this could work for an intriguing character arc, I'm glad Endo decided to make Yor a loving mother to Anya right away, and not make her feelings for Loid an obsessive "love at first sight" kind of thing.
Twiyor tidbits
Being the shipper that I am, I tried to see if I could pinpoint any Twiyor subtleties throughout the book, as vague as they may be! đ
Below are excerpts from Loid and Yor's character pages where we're given info on their current stance about each other.
Love the emphasis on their bond of trust â€ïž
Below are excerpts from chapters 14 and 35, probably the most Twiyor-heavy chapter pages in the book.
This confirms that Loid did indeed interpret Yor's kick as her not having any romantic feelings for him.
Below are comments by Endo and Lin for chapter 30, where Fiona is introduced.
Endo's line is a little ambiguous here, but I think he's saying how people sympathize with Fiona because she's "doomed to lose," which is...telling đ
(does Fiona's loss automatically mean a Twiyor win?)
Endo says he likes the "You're strong, Yor" conversation, one of the most Twiyor-ish scenes in the series so far! đ Lin also mentioned how they got to use that theme again during the Becky chapter.
Weird that he chose to highlight this line of all things as Loid's "Family Comment" for chapter 10. Could this and chapter 79 be more foreshadowing for an eventual "Twilight vs Thorn Princess" showdown? đ Or maybe he just likes teasing fans because he knows it's something they fantasize about.
English version omissions
There's an additional Endo interview that's missing from the English version of the book: an interview with him and Kazumi Takayama, a former idol of the group Nogizaka46.
At first it seemed very odd that they would leave out just this interview, but after discussing it with others on Discord, I realized it's because it has to do with an idol. Apparently getting licensing rights for anything that has to do with a Japanese idol group is very difficult, which is further hindered by the fact that Takayama isn't even part of that idol group anymore, which makes getting the content green lit for official release overseas even more taxing. So probably Viz decided it wasn't worth the trouble and just left out that interview. But thankfully u/Nemshi on Reddit posted a fan translation of it, which you can read here. They talk a bit about SxF, but most of it is just general questions they ask each other.
And the other thing missing from the English version that I really can't understand is the inside cover! Another great 4th-wall breaking joke from Endo (I added a quick translation of the Japanese version below).
Unlike the Takayama interview, I have no idea why they didn't include this. They include the inside cover as an extra page in all the English volumes, so why not here? Very weird.
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And that's all I'm going to share for the "EYES ONLY" fanbook! Honestly, there's so much great content in the book that I didn't touch on, like info about East/West relations, about Eden Academy, Endo's comments on all the designer chairs for the volume covers...and lots more. So definitely get a copy yourself if you can! It's a must-have for any SxF fan đ Books like this aren't officially released in English very often, so the fact that Viz thought it was worthwhile to make this proves how much of a hit SxF is!
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Gladly Devoured
Prompt 10: Predator/Prey Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Syzoth walks in on you when you are getting changed for bed. He was never the type to do something so bold and forward, so you were quite shocked by this sudden change in in his demeanor. But little due you know, it's mating season, and Syzoth intends on making you pleasurably aware... Warnings: Humiliation, NonCon In The Beginning (Syzoth Walks In On You Naked, You Are Embarrassed At First. đ
), BlowJob (Female Receiving), P In V, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Syzoth's In Heat... Word Count: 1.7k Main MasterList: đ€ Kinktober MasterList: đ€ Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot.
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I laid out my nightgown on my bed, preparing to put it on so I could go straight to sleep afterwards. I was pretty exhausted from a long day of work, and the heat did not help one bit. That was a part of the reason why I was almost hesitant to put on the gown before me. I was already naked, and it did make quite a difference to my body's temperature; I didn't want to change that in any way.
I stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do. Then a sudden, uneasy feeling fell over meâa feeling that something unexpected was about to happen. And that's when Syzoth busted into my room unannounced, throwing open my door without a single knock ahead of time.
"Syzoth!" I cried as I quickly grabbed my nightgown and covered my body with it. "Have you ever heard of knocking?!"
Syzoth was a polite man, making this very out of character for him. I expected him to quickly avert his eyes away from me and stammer out several apologies as he stumbled backwards out of my room. Even though accidents can happen, I still expected some kind of guilt for his sudden boldness. But instead, I got the exact opposite.
Syzoth's eyes grew wide as his eyes slowly roamed down my form, along with his pupils dilating more by the second. I swallowed thickly as he stared at me intensely, and I began to realize that this was way more than a "deer caught in headlights" situation. Hell, if it were, he most likely would have disappeared by now.
His eyes were stuck on me like magnates, making me feel smaller and smaller by the second. Then his chest began to raise and fall quicker and quicker with each breath he took, and his skin became flushed quite deeply than it normally would when he was embarrassed.
"Y-You look soâso good!" His voice came out like an inhuman hiss as he slowly began to approach me.
With each step forward he took, I took one step backwards. That is, until my back hit the wall, trapping me from any escape. His hands slammed on either side of me on the wallâcaging me between themâand his face drew near my own as his eyes roamed over my features. I tried to wiggle free, but his body pressed against mine roughly, pinning me in place as he drank me in. And when he did so, I felt itâthe erection growing within his pants.
"I could smell you all the way down the hall. I just had to see if you looked as appealing as your scent was. And I was right!" He hissed deeply, and I visibly shuddered as a chill went down my spine.
He then backed away, and for a moment, I thought I was free to leave. But a part of me didn't want toâa part of me wanted him to continue on and make me feel things I had been craving for so long. So instead of leaving, I walked over to my bed and calmly laid down, spreading my legs wide as I did so.
His eyes broadened with desire as they studied my form. I felt so exposedâso embarrassed being spread out for him like thisâbut it did so well to ignite the heat within me, striking up a small fire that was just waiting to grow into the explosion it was meant to be. When his tongue darted out to swipe over his lower lip slowly, I knew I was done for.
He jumped on top of me as he let out a feral growl, and my lips parted with a gasp. He held me down firmly, his nose dragging along that spot right under my jawline as he inhaled deeply to take in my scent.
"Smells so perfect!" He snarled lowly before slowly dragging his tongue along my throat. "Tastes so perfect too! The perfect meal for me!"
I glanced up at him shyly to see him staring down at me with intense eyes as he firmly clenched his teeth. For a moment, I expected him to bite me. Luckily, he didn't though. Instead, he slowly crawled down my figure until his face was right in a more forbidden area. And it was then that I knew I was fucked.
He lowered his head and buried his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply to take in my scent. Right after, he quickly began licking and suckling my throbbing mound, earning a loud moan to escape me as he devoured me like a starving animal. His fingers dug deeply into my thighs, causing my blood to well up below his nails as they cut into my flesh. But I didn't mind at allâI was too focused on the pleasure of his forked tongue working away at me.
I reached both hands down and buried them within his soft locks, pulling at the roots as I buckled my hips into his face. He responded with a feral growl, sending the vibrations of his voice through my mound and straight to my core.
I cried out and writhed beneath him as forbidden arousal built up within, clouding my mind from comprehending anything but the pleasure I was being given. It felt too goodâtoo good to care about morals and just let my gaurd down for once; it was exactly what I needed.
Soon, I was screaming out as my climax hit me fast. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I experienced a high like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I had died and descended to heavenâI could see the light flourishing before me.
After coming off my high, my chest rose and fell quickly as I attempted to catch my breath and gather myself. I let out a breathy laugh, astonished by how the night had turned from so calm to so wild so fast.
"That was wonderful." I breathed while slowly and gently running my fingers through Syzoth's soft hair. In some ways, it was less for him and more a way for me to calm myself.
Then he pulled away from me, a trail of my slick mixed with his spit still connecting me to his lips until the line finally broke when he was far away enough for it to do so. Merely seconds later, he began slowly crawling up my body, licking his lips as he did so. And as I began to finally come out of my post-orgasmic daze, I saw the predator look in his eyes.
He leaned down until his hot breath fanned my ear and he let out a scoff. I swallowed as I realized that I was a fool to think I was getting off easy, and upon realizing that, Syzoth made his intentions painfully clear.
"Oh, you think we are done?" He let out an almost mocking laugh, and my eyes widened at his words. "Sweetie, we are nowhere near done here!"
After those words were spoken, I screamed out as I felt something long and thick pry my walls open. I must have been too distracted by his teasing words to realize that he had his member out and ready for entry. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as he shoved it deeply into my hole, each hard inch stretching me out wide until his tip was bruising my cervix.
My body began to tremble violently as I clenched around his girth, adjusting to his size as quickly as I could. But I barely had time to do so, as he was quick to withdraw himself from my core before shoving himself back in. Within seconds, he was repeating his sloppy pattern at a pace that seemed impossible.
With each jerk of his hipsâeach reentryâI was pushed closer and closer to the edge, destined to fall over once again. Without even realizing it, I began writhing against his touch, since the pleasure was growing far too intense for me to handle a second time.
Syzoth flashed me a wicked grinâlike a big bad wolf would to his preyâand his hands slid from my now-ripped bedsheets to firmly hold me down against the mattress below me. His voice came out deep and courseâlike a feral growl to symbolize his hunger for meâas he rutted deeper and deeper into my core.
Thenâwith a loud roar like the beast he isâSyzoth released his seed within me. The pressure of hot, thick ropes of his cum spilling into my sweet spot and filling me to the brim was more than enough to shove me spiraling over the edge. I screamed and cried out as I came undone beneath him, squirming and shaking as much as I could with him still pinning me firmly.
I was surprised when Syzoth lowered his head to my collarbone to sink his teeth into my flushed flesh. The sting of his sharp canines cutting into my skin only added to the ecstasy clouding my mind, causing tears to spill from my broadening eyes.
I came to when Syzoth collapsed on top of meâthe Zaterran was too weak to support his own weight. Instinctively, my hands found purchase on his head, fingers burying within his dark locks, and my nails raking gently over his scalp with each slow stroke. My actions earned a soft grumble to emit from his chest as his arms snaked around me to pull me closer.
He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply to take in my scent as he relished basking in my post-coitus heat. Then he lowered his head to press a few soft kisses on my collarbone before darting his forked tongue out to gently lick the blood off of the fresh wounds he had caused.
I sighed deeply as the warmth of his tongue soothed the stinging pain of the bite, and my eyes fluttered shut as I melted into a moment of pure relaxation. I felt so calm and at peace.
After licking me clean of my blood, Syzoth returned his face to the crook of my neck. Nuzzling against my sweat-soaked flesh, he released a pleased sigh. In that very moment, I heard him whisper so quickly that it was almost inaudibleâwords that would stay engraved within my mind foreverâwords that I would look back on several times throughout the years to yearn for the excitement and pleasure that I had once felt:
"My sweet, beautiful preyâhow I've enjoyed devouring you."
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Just re-reading some older chapters of Resonant. Your Alicent POV scene remains a work of art; Daemon's heartbreak when Viserys is being a jerk remains the absolute worst. Ugh, my emotions!
Chapter 22, my beloved! I really need to go back and do some older chapter dvd commentary sometime. Maybe I'll start at ch1 when I have some time and work my way up. đ
It remains the saddest of the chapters, I think, even taking into account ch28! It also encapsulates a lot of what I really love about narratives where the main character(s) are not the ultimate authority: the helplessness, the knowledge that someone else can take something from you or force something of you and you have no recourse. It's a type of circumstance I find myself drawn to writing a lot. It's not that "main character is the authority" is boring, but it comes with a different set of emotional challenges (am I doing the right thing, heart vs duty, the burden of command, etc).
I suspect that's partly why I was drawn to keeping Baelon alive in Regnal to remain that authority figure for Daemon. And it makes Restoration AU a fun little departure, since Daemon and co will be attempting to reclaim power, and someone's gotta rule, so that'll be Daemon.
Back to ch22, though! Although figuring out Alicent's headspace to write her POV was one of the more fascinating exercises I've done, my favorite scenes to write are almost always Daemon and Viserys because of how messy they are. Viserys having to be actively deceptive/evasive but not realizing how his commands are being interpreted, even though it's a very valid read ffs Viserys. And, like, the sheer terror of losing the twins after just gaining them, while still struggling to come to terms with how much time he's already lost with them, and all the ways that Viserys has stolen family/connection from Daemon in banishing him.
Imagine if the candle had unloaded its horrifying visions on Daemon after this chapter. I'm pretty sure it would have gotten what it wanted much more easily.
Also you prompted me to reread and realize that I need to change Ser Willis to Ser Steffon in that chapter, because I thought Steffon was the lax Kingsguard and so I used him in 30, but I was mistaken! Oops!
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To Melanie MacAfee, does it ever occur to you that Randy, your best friend, is hiding secrets from you and everyone else? đ
February 16, 1962.
Randy has been acting weird recently. And not his normal kind of weird, either. Itâs almost as if heâs sick or something. Heâs leaving work early after every shift and is constantly avoiding any kind of small talk with others. Yesterday, I found him in the dressing room mumbling something to himself. It sounded like he was talking to someone but he was the only one in the room⊠Iâm worried about him. Iâll try talking to him tomorrow.
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Itâs been a solid amount of time since Iâve updated the Cast Chronicles lore đ
. Iâve got a whole bunch of super interesting asks that Iâm excited to answer (Iâve just been procrastinating a bunch haha).
Thank you @starmilkshakekitty for the amazing question!!
For those unfamiliar, these characters are part of my Cast Chronicles AU, an Indigo Park AU set in the 1960s. In this alternate reality, the main cast mascots are human employees who worked together at Indigo Park. As the story unfolds, we delve into their roles within the park and the friendships they form. However, things take a turn for the worse when they begin to mysteriously disappear, one by one.
In an effort to honor their memories, the park introduces new interactive mascots, each bearing a striking resemblance to the missing cast members and serving as memorials to keep their spirits alive within the park. Yet, guests can't help but feel like there is something⊠unsettling about these new mascots.Â
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Fangs of Fortune and Li Lun
GJM is really great in terms of visuals: young and beautiful actors and actresses, their acting, decorations, frame building, coloring, costumes â Iâve never seen such a beautiful thing in whole my drama-viewing career! But GJM is like Chinese J.J. Abrams: everything in his work should impress viewer with visuals and plot twists, even if it harms the plot and the link between viewers and characters, and I canât say that itâs something good (although FoF was VERY good looking). If I need to explain to someone what to expect from FoF in one GIF, it would be this one đ
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"WTF is going on?" you may ask. "I don't know either" I will answer.
And these are closing credits. They were different almost each next ep, strange, but somewhat comforting. At least actors had fun filming it. Yan An is so nice here. I need to feel related to the characters and to understand the rules of the fictional world to dive fully into the story, but I gave up on my pathetic attempts to understand how this world works very quickly, because the whole story was the one huge Deus Ex Machina. I swear, I have never seen such a series in my life, in which you can meet deus ex machina not just a couple of times per story, but the couple of times per EPISODE. EACH EPISODE. The logic of main heroesâ actions also remained a mystery for me (maybe their mindset was too divine for me, Iâm an earthly person after all), so I couldnât feel related to any of the mains, and their problems were absolutely uninteresting for me.
But suddenly I felt related to Li Lun. He was the only one in this story who didnât have a plot twist up his sleeve, and his actions were pretty understandable (unlike ones of the mains).
BTS. Yan An and Hou Minghao are having fun. There are two ways to tell the story: either you create characters and let them tell the story by themselves, or you create a story and bend your characters to fit it in. Unfortunately, FoF is the second variant: I understood what type of a story GJM wanted to tell through Li Lunâs character, but he chose two tropes (getting over an obsession and prejudice overcoming) and didnât work out any of them in a valid way. However, Iâm a professional in loving characters whose stories werenât constructed in a satisfying way and am fond of LL anyway (I cut something like 80 GIFs, so I will post 3-part-recap with my thoughts on LL soon).
BTS. Yan An with Hou Minghao, Tian Jiarui and Lin Ziye. Btw, I âve never heard of Yan An before this drama, but he acted so good in FoF, I would like to see more of his actor works.
Yan An is shivering from cold. How this man was supposed to play a villain? Look at him, he is a cinnamon roll! However, he did it well đ
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Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give up the hammer without giving him the crown. (Enjoy! I hope... đ
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I think I have even read some stories like this xD
The main problem I see is that the only way Tav could succeed is by tying him up, and he would not agree to that. Not on a first time, at least...
Tell me how you like the story, anon :3
Everyone else can say something too, if they want
Devil's Den
Raphael x afab!Tav Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: R Word count: 5.1 k Cw: (temporary) major character death, second-person perspective, light Dom/sub, Restraints, Sub Raphael, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Angst, Heartbreak, Cunnilingus, Woman on Top, Pegging, dom reader, Blow Job
âSo, the devilâs den. Tell me, are you such a frequent customer that they gave you your own room, or do you take clients here?â
Raphael laughed.
âThis place attracts all kinds of people, and deals come easier when everyone is in the right mindset.â
âHm, sounds to me like you're avoiding the question.â You made sure to give him an obvious once over, ending on his eyes. Raphael held your stare, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was almost as if at any second now, sparks would start flying between the two of you.
In the corner of your vision, Astarion wrinkled his nose and said: âThatâs my cue, Iâm leaving.â
He turned on his heels and disappeared through the door, not even looking back to see if anyone would follow.
âWhat are you doing?â hissed Wyll in your ear, but you just waved his question away.Â
âGo ahead to camp, I'll catch up later,â assured him. Your companions followed Astarion, but not without glaring at the devil and giving you looks of bewilderment. When the door closed behind them, you were alone with Raphael.Â
âYouâre quite brazen, little mouse.â How ever much he liked to play coy, Raphael liked the attention, it showed in the way he held himself. He stood a bit straighter, chest puffed out; he reminded you of a peacock, all made up, trying to impress his potential mate.Â
âWell, you always say youâre fond of me; and Iâ â place a hand on his chest- âwonder just how much.â
You looked up through your eyelashes and hoped that the devilâs flirting had some substance. For a heartbeat, Raphael was at a loss for words, and you wondered if anyone else ever tried this. They must have, man is nothing if not charismatic, a trait that got him plenty of souls, so there had to have been some advances in the past.Â
âItâs not my usual way of dealing with clients,â he said in a low voice, subconsciously leaning in. His hand came to rest on top of yours.
âIâm special,â you said, leaning in closer.Â
Heat radiated off his body, under your palms, the unholy fire of the hells was burning, inside his veins and even in his human guise could not suppress it entirely.Â
âYou really want to bed a devil?â His tone was a mix of astonishment and disbelief.
âWhat else am I to do in the devilâs den?â you breathed. âNot any devil, you.â
His hand cupped your cheek almost lovingly, and you leaned in, finally closing the distance. His lips warmed your whole body with their soft feel and their determined movement. You didnât feel like pushing your luck and let him dictate the pace of the kiss. It was surprisingly slow, but then again, he was someone who played the long game. You ran your hand over his chest and around to his back, pressing your body into his.
The bed had clearly not been used recently, but the sheets were quite lavish. To your surprise, you didnât land on your back, instead Raphael lay down and waited for you to follow. You crawled on top of him.
The whole camp piqued up when you enter the door to the rented rooms on the top floor of the Elfsong Tavern.
âYouâre alive!â Jaheira shouted from across the room. Her voice was a mixture of relief and anger, like a mother who just found her child wandering back home from a night lost in the woods. Now everyone knew you were back, and they swarmed to the door. A winged figure turned the corner and crossed her arms.
âOh, you didnât?!â Hissed Mizora. âYou fucked Raphael?! You clearly have no taste.â
âYouâre just jealous, she didnât do you,â Shadowheart said.
âFuck off, Mizora,â you said and waved at her to go away. She wrinkled her nose, and in a flash, she was gone.
âWhat in the hells were you doing?â Gale asked. âYou slept with a devil and not just any devil but Raphael? Have you gone mad?â
âTrust me, I know what Iâm doing,â you said. âI need to go to the Red Boutique tomorrow.â
âWhatâs the Red Boutique?â Wyll and Gale at the same time, and Gale added, âThis really isnât the time to go shopping.â
âItâs a toy shop.â Shadowheart grinned. As a fellow Baldurean she, of course, knew of this particular, but that Wyll didnât seem to have heard of it struck you as odd.
âWhat?â
Galeâs utter confusion was almost comical, but Astarion rolled his eyes.
âToys to use in bed, dear. Definitely not for kids.â Addressing you, Astarion added: âSo you plan to go back?â
You nodded. Galeâs face twisted in silent shock and disbelief.
âAnd there is something else I need.â
Gale had not recovered from the fact that you not only had slept with Raphael and planned to go back. You touched his hand to get his attention.Â
âGale, is there a way to bind a devil?â
You went back to the devilâs den a few days later, with your newly acquired toys from the red boutique â a selection of differently sized phalluses and a harness â and as expected, it was a great hit with the devil. If your first encounter had taught you anything, it was that Raphael liked to let others do the work, and you indulged him.
Shadowheart sat down next to you, and you knew she wanted something.
âWhat is it,â you asked.
âSo, you have been visiting Sharressâ Caress quite a few times.â
This was where this was going. Astarion appeared seemingly out of thin air to listen in on this conversation.Â
âWhat is it like to sleep with a devil?â
âErmâŠâ
You thought about how to put it.
âHeâs a pillow princess who lets you do the workâ you said finally. âbutâŠâ
You hesitated. Talking about your intimate moments was a bit embarrassing, even you didnât feel it while doing them.
âBut what?â Astarion asked with an annoyed edge in his voice.
âI like taking charge and, well, the ridges on his âŠâ
You bit your lip, already regretting having revealed as much as you had.
âYou fucked him in his true form too?â Astarion exclaimed.
You didnât say anything.
âHow long will you keep this up?â Gale asked after you got back from one of the encounters with Raphael. âWe have to do something about the brain. We have to take the crown and end this.â
âI have to wait for the right moment.â
âThe right moment?â
âYes,â you said. âIf I asked him to put on the thing too early, he may get suspicious and burn me to a crisp.â
Gale nodded slowly, but his face spoke volumes of his worry.
âItâs a very dangerous game you're playing.â
The sun was setting over Baldurâs Gate and you were on your way to Wyrm's Crossing. You and Raphael had never set a schedule, you had just shown up at the brothel, and sometimes he had been there, other times the devil's den had been empty.
You entered Sharressâ Caress through the main door and Mamzell greeted you.
âHe is waiting for you.â
She handed you a bottle.
âWhat is this for?â
âWell, itâs for you.â
It was a wine you liked, but you didnât know what to do with it.Â
âThanks.â
âHave a stimulating evening.â Mamzell cooed and you made your way upstairs.
From the moment you entered the door, you felt that something was different. You looked around but didnât see Raphael, what you did see however were candles, but they had been placed around the room not for just light, no, it looked more intentional. They had been placed for aesthetic. The fresh flowers in the vases that were arranged on the around the room filled the air with a sweet and fresh aroma.
âI had a feeling you would come today.â
Raphaelâs voice came from the back area where the bed was, and you walked over to see him doing something at a dresser. He gave you a brief look over his shoulder, flashing a smile. Everything about him took you by surprise. His smile was not the usual smirk of self-importance and superiority, but it was warm and struck something in you. He wasnât wearing one of his usual outfits either, but a flowing, silky robe the colour of fresh blood that was held in place by a belt of the same material. Even on a normal day, he was handsome, but today you were too stunned to move or say anything.
He turned around and came closer. Even though you had seen him in various stages of undress, the way the robe hugged his body and exposed just the right amount of his chest, made your heart beat faster.
âGive that to me.â
He reached for the bottle, and you pulled yourself together enough to hand it to him. On the dresser, stood several glasses, and he poured you some wine while he took the small glass with a dark reddish brown colour liquid.
âWhat is that?â you asked, curious what he was drinking. âCan I try it?â
âItâs whisky. From home.â
âOh, no.â
Baator whiskey was said to burn as hot as Avernus and as sweet as the touch of a lover, but mortals didn't take well to it. Raphael smiled again, and your stomach twisted with how filled with affection it was.
âHere.â
He drank everything in one go, set the glass down behind him, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You could taste the drink on his tongue, the diluted whiskey added a feeling to the kiss that you hadnât experienced before. If you hadnât known better, you would have guessed it was some sort of aphrodisiac. A fire filled your body, an arch that reminded you of the anticipation of being with someone. You melted into Raphaelâs arms, and you lost yourself in the kiss.
You could not tell how long it took until the feeling faded, but when it did you pulled back just enough to take a deep breath. Your head rested on his chest and he planted a kiss on the top of your head. He had never done that before.
âLooks like you rather enjoyed that, little mouseâ
He said, against your hair. âBut donât try to drink it.â
You ran your hands over the fine robe, exploring his back again and still ravelling in how good he felt pressed against you. Wouldnât it be nice to wake up next to him? Your hands stopped. Oh gods, let's never think about that again, you thought. The day had come, it was time to execute your plan.
âI wonât. Promise,â you said and pulled out of his embrace. âBut it was ⊠stimulating.â
He laughed and your heart jumped. What is up with me today? Get it together.
âIâve brought you something, maybe you want to try it out.â
âOh?,â he smiled, intrigued. âWhat is it?â
You pulled out a pair of manacles, he lifted an eyebrow and took them from you. He inspected them, turning the dark metal in his hands, and a worry gnawed at you that he would see right through you.
âYou want me chained up and helpless at your mercy?â
The dangerous edge in his voice made you stiffen, and you opened your mouth to say anything, but he didnât let you. âThatâs very much like you to enjoy something like that. Well, I do rather like when you take charge.â
He handed them back to you with an easy smile.
âIâll indulge you, pet. How do you want to have me?â
âYou have to work today,â you purred, covering up your moment of fear and ran your finger along his jaw. âShow that you deserve what Iâm going to give you and if Iâm pleased- âyou grabbed his chin and caressed his lower lip with your thumb, â-Â I will reward you.â
He nodded, his pupils blown wide open like a cat about to roll in Nepeta cataria. This night would end badly, but until then, you would enjoy having Raphael wrapped around your finger.
âShould I lie down?â
âNo.â you drew out the vowel and slapped away the hand that was reaching to undo his robe.
âKiss me.â You said, and he obliged. His soft lips moved sensually against yours, and you let your hands roam his body. Your finger followed the hem of his robe down his chest, dragging your nails lightly over his muscles and teasing at the band that held the robe in place.
You pulled away from the kiss, and Raphael followed your movement, not ready to lose contact just yet. You gave him a peck on the lips and used your hand on his chest to hold him a bit further away.
âI like your kissing, but I wonder what else that tongue of yours is good for.â
He exhaled audibly. You stepped back and removed your all clothes except your underwear.
âNow, be creative, pet. If you make me come, you get to be on the bed.â
A smirk flickered over his face at the nickname that was replaced a moment later by an expression that you could only describe as unadulterated lust. He kissed you again, but this time with new-found intensity, desperate for something. His lips didnât linger for long on yours, but moved along your jaw and down your neck, eliciting a shiver from you. His hands roamed your body and landed on your chest. He took your breasts into his hands and massaged them, teased the sensitive nipples to come to a point.
âI know what you want from me,â he whispered into your ear, and you froze. He stepped back with a mischievous glitter in his eyes. âBut donât tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.â
His hands were on you again, slowly dragging your panties down and you step out of them. The underwear went flying and a moment later you saw what the thing was, shouldnât tell anyone about. He sank to his knees in front of you, looking up through his lashes, and peppered your exposed stomach with kisses.
His hand guided your right leg to rest on his shoulder before kissing further down. When his clever tongue made contact with your clit, you grabbed his hair. Raphael moaned into your skin and closed his eyes, fully concentrating on the task at hand. His tongue moved to your entrance, circling the sensitive skin but not dipping in. He covered your clit with his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it.
âOh gods,â you whispered. The pleasure was building inside you like steam in a kettle, and you were almost ready to blow. Your hand had a firm grip on his hair, ready to get him in line should he even think about pulling back. Your legs started shaking in anticipation, and the only things preventing you from falling were Raphaelâs hands on your hips. He sucked your clit and your whole body stiffened as a wave of bliss rolled over you.
After you reached your climax, he slowed down, licking and sucking diligently until you loosened your grip on his hair. He moved his attention to your entrance, making you moan as his hot tongue made contact with your sensitive flesh. He lapped up the signs of your release, and a low groan rumbled in his chest.
You gave his hair a light tug and he pulled back. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, kneeling, face wet and looking up as if there were nothing else in the world but you. You took a shaky breath and removed your leg from his shoulder.
âAnd why exactly have we never done this before?â You wondered out loud, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Raphael leaned into your touch, and you combed your fingers through his soft hair.
âLetâs clean you up.â
You turned and walked on wobbly legs over to the wash basin. You picked up a wet cloth, returned to Raphael who still sat on the ground and cleaned his face.
âThere you go. Now, lie on the bed for me. On your back and get comfortable.â
He followed your request, and you chained him to the metal hoop that perturbed from the wall. You stepped back to commit the image to memory. Raphael lay on top of the covers, he had disrobed, but the red silk was draped over him to cover his private parts and his chest. It looked a bit as if he were bleeding from a wound in his left shoulder, and the stream of red had run down his body. His arms were held up by the manacles, but they had enough slack to so he could rest them against the headboard of the bed.
You ran your hands up his spread legs and crawled onto the bed. Both of his forms had their charms, but you loved how soft his skin felt in his human guise, the little hairs tickled your palms so nicely. You planted open-mouthed kisses along the inside of his thighs and were pleased with the shiver that ran through his body. Pushing his knees-up revealed a nice surprise for you.
âLook who came prepared.â
That was the first time he didnât smile that overconfident smile of his, instead his eyes were dark with lust and an uncertainty that you had never seen on his face.
âWhat would you have done if I hadnât come?â you taunted and moved further up his body until your arms rested on either side of his handsome face, and you looked down on him. âWalk around making deals while you had a plug in your tight little ass?â
His eyes gleamed, and he finally said in a small voice: âYes.â
âI do like preparedness.â you said. âI think you deserve a little treat.â
A brief kiss elicited a soft moan from him. From your backpack, you produced a harness and an array of dildos you had bought from the Red Boutique. In previous encounters, you had noticed a pattern of what Raphaelâs favourites tended to be, and you held up the three most likely candidates for tonight.
âWhat is it going to be?â
When he glanced at the objects, his erection twitched under the folds of the robe.
âThe glass one.âÂ
His voice was more casual, as if he was ordering food in a tavern, not choosing the instrument that would penetrate him soon. You put the other toys back in the backpack and slipped into the harness, adjusting then numerous straps to fit your hip and offer enough support for the hefty phallus. The solid glass toy had been the most expansive thing you had bought for your adventures with Raphael, and he enjoyed the cool, ridged surface of the handcrafted item. You guessed it reminded him of someone.
The glass dildo hung heavy between your legs as you walked over to the head of the bed and positioned your hips at eye level with Raphael. He stared at the toy, and with a raised eyebrow up at you.
âWhat do you want me to do?â
âOh, your mouth did so wonderfully already. I think, it can do more.â
Neither the dildo nor the harness provided any friction, but the sight of him could ignite your arousal again.
His lips closed around the glass, his breath briefly condensing on the cool surface. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly, watching as the toy slipped a bit deeper into his mouth and back out again. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you pulled lightly. He moaned around the toy and closed his eyes as you gently fucked his mouth.
âLook at you, little devil,â you said. âYou take my dick so well.â
The praise encouraged him to take more into his mouth, but he was too ambitious and gagged a moment later. You pulled out.
âYouâre doing so good today,â you praised. âbut donât get too cocky.â
âWhatever do you mean, Iâm a picture of modesty.â Your laughs echoed around the room.
You positioned yourself between his legs and without ceremony you pulled out the plug, leaving him nice and open for what was to come.
With a more lubricant, the glass dildo slid into him with little resistance. As much as you loved the stretch and friction of riding him, this position was empowering. You held his thighs pressed against you, for no other reason than that you liked how they felt in your arms, thick, powerful and hot. The pillow positioned under his hips made it easy for you to rock your faux cock into his heat.
His hair stuck to his forehead and a thin layer of sweat covered his body. In his true form you had never seen him sweat, but it always happened in his human form and you loved it. His mouth hung open, and his brows were furrowed, little gasps escaping him when you thrust into him just right. He flexed the muscles in his arms, helpless to change his position to get more friction.
A wave of affection washed over you, seeing him struggle so beautifully. You let his thighs go, and shifted your position until your lips captured his and your tongue pushed into his welcoming mouth. He moaned into your kiss, pressed his body up at you and arched his back. Your hips halted, the glass cock buried as deep inside as possible.
âDonât stop!â Raphael whined. âWhy did you stop?!â
âWho said you were allowed to come yet?â
His eyes went big, a look so very unlike him. You laughed and planted a kiss on his lips, then you pulled out.
âI want to have my fun too.â You said and loosened the straps of the harness. Raphaelâs eyes followed the movement of your hands, but his gaze wandered around your body. He was desperate for stimulation, but you let him wait. Washing the toy in the basin right then was not necessary, but the effect it had was precisely what you had hoped. Raphael whimpered and rattled his chains, but he wasnât desperate enough to use his powers to break free.
You dried the toy and threw it back in your backpack. The hardest part was yet to come, and that surprised you. Raphael, though charming, was a devil, he did evil things to all kinds of people, so why was it hard for you now to go through with your plan?
âAre you done yet?â
He tried to sound commanding, but it came off as desperate.
âWhy? Do you miss me?â you taunted. Raphael clenched his jaw and looked at the ceiling. You couldn't help yourself, it was so easy to tease him in his current position. In your backpack, you found a book that you had forgotten was there, and you opened it, reading a whole two pages before Raphael sighed.
âYes, I miss you. Now come back.â
You raised an eyebrow.Â
âPlease.â he grumbled.Â
âWell, if you ask so nicely.â
His head sank into the pillow again when he saw you walking to the bed. The wait had drained his erection, exactly as it should be.
When you straddled his hips, Raphael sucked in air sharply. He hadn't found his release yet, and it was starting to get to him. He buckled his hips, searching for some friction, desperate, so very much unlike the smug in control devil he was the rest of the time. You indulged him and sighed when he got hard again between your legs, dragging his length through your folds. Your core throbbed, and your insides twisted with want. For you too, it had been hard to endure teasing him, seeing him helpless, so at your mercy and hearing him moan and whimper at your touch.
You took him into your hand. With a few strokes, he was full hard, and you couldn't wait any longer; you sank down on him. He cursed. Even you didn't understand what he had said, in that tone it could hardly be anything else.
As much as you loved the overwhelming feeling of his ridged cock when he was in his true from, his human guise was a bit easier on your body. You rode him slowly, rolling your hips and taking note when he pressed into you just right and when Raphael moaned. His voice was really the thing that pushed you over the edge.
You dragged your nails over his chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles harden under your touch, and heard his desperate noises. You rocked your hips and the tide broke, sweeping you away again.
Raphael whined when you stopped abruptly. You had got way off course, but by some miracle you still had him where you needed him. He licked his lips and said breathlessly: âDon't you dare stop again, mortal.â
His breathing was heavy, and he strained against the chains. Raphael could break them. You were afraid he may yet do so if you teased him more, so instead you raised an eyebrow and said mockingly : âAt your service, oh mighty Raphael.â
You said a slow pace, and he closed his eyes, concentrating. This was it.
You reached out and touched both manacles and said the last words of the incantation: âPotentiam exhauri et liga.â
The metal started to glow, but it felt like ice under your fingers. Raphael was engrossed in the feeling of you on top of him, that there was a noticeable delay between you uttering the words and his eyes snapping open.
âWhat did you say?â
He searched your face for context but didn't find any answers. His eyes fell on the chains and he grimaced.
You expected him to thrash, to throw you off, but for a few heartbeats he just lay there under you, still connected.
âGive me the hammer.â
âWhat hammer?â He asked coolly.
âThe Orphic hammer.â
âIf you want it, you'll have to give me the Crown of Karsus. That is the deal I offered.â
âNo.â You grabbed his chin and his eyes widened. âYou will tell me where the hammer is, how to get it, and you will get one thing. You get to leave.â
To make your point, you rocked your hips and as expected, he sucked in air sharply.
âIf you think you can extort me with torture, you are wrong.â
You didn't believe a word he said. He was close to breaking, you could feel it, he just needed a push. You pushed yourself off him, letting him slip out of your warm embrace, and savoured the feeling of superiority when he clenched his jaw tight to stop any sound from escaping.
You brushed a lock of hair out of his face as he stared into your eyes, willing you to finally let him come undone.
âGive me the hammer, and I'll give you a hand.â
He took a shaky breath. His erection looked painfully hard, and your hand caressing his chest only worsened it. He closed his eyes, and you knew you had won.
You closed the door to the devil's den, after telling Gale's mirror image how to get the hammer from the House of Hope. Raphael was still tied to the bed, fuming, but very much not undone. You sat on the bed next to him with a warm wet cloth and cleaned his cock while he hissed.
âWhat are you doing?â
You tossed the cloth in the direction of the water basin and took him into your hand, stroking him back to full hardness.
âEven if this negotiation didn't go according to your plan, I intend to uphold my end of the deal.â
Before he could say anything, you closed your mouth around his tip and threw his head back. This would be the last time you heard that wonderful voice of his sing for you in ecstasy, the last time his body trembled under you as he released approached and the final time he arched his back off this bed, and you savoured it. Licking the under side of his cock, sucking and swirling your tongue around the tip. His hips buckled, and he poured himself into your mouth.
Raphael stayed silent while packed your scattered things and got dressed. You sat down on the bed afterward, and kept an eye on him. The chains robbed him of his powers, but he hadn't got this far in his life by just his charms. If he broke free now, he would kill you and then your companions in his house.
âWhy didn't you just give me the crown?â He asked finally.
âWhy?!â You shook your head. âDo you really need an explanation?â
âYou have already caught me with me pants down, so humour me, cheater.â
âFine.â You snapped. âIf gave you the crown, what would happen? Maybe you would conquer the hells or maybe not. Mephisto didn't use it to overthrow Asmodeus despite having it for ages and hating the ruler of the hells. what does that tell you?â
You waved the hypothetical question away.
âLet's say you make it, let's say you actually make it all the way to the top of the food chain. What then, Raphael?â You didn't wait for him to answer, and continued: âdo you really think you will lounge on a throne in Nessus for the rest of time? You? No, Raphael, that could never be you. You will take over everything you can until all the planes in existence are under your rule.â
âI would n-â
A knock on the door silenced him, and you walked over to see who was there. Lae'zel held a silver hammer in her bloody hands, a determined expression on her face.
âWe have it.â
You gave her a weak smile.
âI'll tie up some loose ends and meet you at camp.â
She nodded grimly, holding the hammer tightly, and vanished into dawn. You closed the door and picked up your backpack, rummaging in it before finding what you were looking for and carefully pushed it in your back pocket.
âThe heist was successful.â Raphael said bitterly, but his grimace changed into confusion when you straddled his chest. You ran your fingers over his warm smooth skin from his temple along his jaw to his chin.Â
âFor what it's worth, I'm sorry, Raphael.â
You planted a kiss on his soft lips and rammed the dagger into his heart.Â
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A/N: Iâm thinking of writing a story on Wattpad or A03. This is just a glimpse of how the relationship between Nikki and the main character will begin. Let me know what you think đ
It Had to Be You
I was a little upset to say the least. Donât get me wrong, I loved Heather, and I was excited to be living with just her while the boys were on tour. But there was something so special about living with the boys for the past few months that brought comfort into my life. I was going to miss them more than anything. Even NikkiâŠ
No.
Especially Nikki.
Sitting on my bed, I tried to concentrate on my book, but was distracted by the flooding thoughts of the boys leaving, and my own humming of a random song that I couldnât put my finger on.
But even my humming and thoughts were interrupted by my bedroom door flying open, revealing a disheveled looking Nikki Sixx.
He stood in my doorway for a few seconds too long, staring at me, not moving.
I didnât say anything for a while, unsure of why he wouldnât have knocked, and why he looked so disordered.
âWhat do you want, Nikki?â
He took a step forward, finally opening his mouth as he pointed a finger at me.
âListen, whatever this is canât happen anymore.â
I stayed sitting on my bed, closing my book and placing it beside me.
I raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a clear sign that I was confused.
He took a few more slow steps even closer towards me, standing right by me beside the bed.
âI know that you donât hate me, so stop acting like such a bitch and admit it.â
My eyebrows furrowed now, and I sent him a small glare.
âDonât call me a bitch.â
âThen stop fucking acting like one. Iâm leaving tomorrow and I donât want to do so until we make amends.â
I stared at him, wondering why he suddenly cared so much about whether or not we got along.
Our banter was brutal, to say the least. Anyone who saw us bickering probably wouldâve wondered why either of us hadnât filed a restraining order on the other yet. We fought like brother and sister. Except Tommy, my brother, and I never even fought like this.
But I enjoyed the tension.
âPersonally, I canât wait for you to leave tomorrow so that I donât have to deal with your attitude anymore.â
Lie.
I enjoyed when Nikki got fired up enough to put me in my place.
âStop fucking lying to me, Y/N.â
He was strict. He was dominant, and I wanted to provoke him more.
âIâm not lying. I canât wait to get away from your annoying ass. Iâm going to miss Vinnie the most.â
I flashed Nikki a grin.
He knew what I was doing. I could tell by the way he ran his tongue along his front teeth, crossing his arms over his chest.
To be honest I was going to miss Vince, he had become my best friend. But I only brought that up to spite Nikki.
He leaned down, getting even closer to me.
âDonât tease me.â
I leaned in closer too, smirking even bigger.
âWhat are you going to do about it, Sixx?â
He grabbed my face harshly, smashing his lips into mine as he climbed onto the bed in front of me. I gasped into his lips, closing my eyes as I took it all in. All of the tension between us was finally getting released.
His lips melted with mine hungrily, like he had wanted this for so long. Unbeknownst to me, he had.
My hands made their way up into his hair, I tugged lightly at his roots as I gently bit his bottom lip.
He groaned into my mouth.
âPlay nice.â
I smirked against his lips, and felt his tongue finally slide into my mouth.
It tasted like he had just brushed his teeth, which he probably had, considering it was nearing bedtime.
We kissed for a while, my hands exploring his hair, his shoulders, his chest, his back, as his hands caressed my waist and my face.
I had never felt a kiss this intense before.
He began to slow down, my lips almost hurting from how passionate Nikki and I had been kissing each other.
He finished by pulling my bottom lip between his, and lingering there for a while.
He pulled away, and I sat there a moment longer, keeping my eyes closed to soak it all in.
âNow I really donât want to leave.â
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The person thinking they should have had a Nickistat wrap:
a) Yeah, even if Nick is a significant supporting character next season, they're not going to put him front and center like that: Loustat is the central romance, and it will remain the center of marketing. Nothing else makes sense or corresponds to what the show is doing. I could see Gabrielle being a big part of marketing next season, especially if the actress is well-known, but Nicki is a less significant character in the series overall than Armand.
b) They're still promoting season 2 at this SDCC, they're just teasing season 3--NEXT summer will be promoting season 3 in earnest.
Okay, if this is a hint of what's to come with s3... đ
(I see this is another high emotions topic...)
Yes we are still in s2 marketing. As them having the unholy family on the wrap clearly shows. It's also something else than the poster wraps last time (as pointed out in a previous ask). Nicki might be on posters for s3, but IF he is, then more like the posters wraps we got for s2, imho:
Because the actual image for s2 was this one:
and this
And with these two the focus is actually very clear, right?
Louis front, Lestat looming and facing the camera, Claudia and Armand at the same level (smaller). It... speaks, volumes.
And I would actually argue that we see a similar setup here.
As this is still s2 promotion - but after s2 - it makes sense to "reduce" to the characters that are - and will remain - main.
And those are Louis, Lestat and... Claudia. Almost the same size.
If you know the Chronicles, then you know that Claudia literally haunts the narrative. Rolin Jones said they had not put a "bow" onto her chapter yet, and with Delainey's comment re the "book club" she is in with Jacob and Sam I do believe we will get to see "ghost Claudia".
As such, this is a rather ingenious way of promoting not only what was... but what is to come, too.
THIS is what the chronicles - and this show - are built on. Loustat... and the ghost of Claudia.
And it makes sense that there would be no "other", or "supporting" characters on it as well, imho. Not now. Not on that "photo poster".
We will get other posters for s3. These will feature other characters, too. But this is not that - not yet.
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One small pet peeve I have about Chapter 7 is that it's making Maleficent look like "a victim." This is a personal thing but I always considered the Evil Queen to be Disney's most evil villain, but the title has Maleficent being considered "evil incarnate." And I understand, she has powers and transforms into a dragon. What a cool thing. But on several occasions I feel that content creators who partly work for Disney do not respect that she is an evil being and end up softening her character, either giving her a tragic background or making her a mother. Going back to TWST, the part that bothers me the most is right at the beginning of the chapter, when Yuu dreams about Maleficent and the only option to choose implies that they feel bad for Maleficent for not being invited. And it's like WHAT? Didn't you see that she cursed a baby? Or better yet, why didn't you feel bad for the other villains? And seeing the theories of the most recent update, with the inclusion of the senate and seeing that almost the entire fandom hates them, it makes Maleficent's descendants seem more like victims (which they partly are). Sorry, this is something personal that I wanted to share with someone. But in conclusion, no other medium outside of the original film can well portray Maleficent as the embodiment of evil that she is supposed to be. And yes, I know the Draconia family is not Maleficent but they are still related.
Disclaimer: Iâm coming at this from the POV of someone who has no attachment to Maleficent as a character and is frankly confused as to why sheâs the Big Bad that Disney chooses to promote as their villainous icon đ€Ą so take my opinion with a grain of salt!đ§
To quickly correct something before the discussion: Malleus being a relative or a descendant of Maleficent is NOT canon. It is a popular headcanon, especially during the early days of the TWST fandom when we didnât have a lot of lore about the Draconia family. From the way Malleus speaks about the Thorn Witch, she is considered a separate ancient entity and not someone he personally knows or has blood ties with.
Knowing that, it somewhat detracts from the points made in this ask đ
since it seems like the Anon was trying to draw a parallel between Maleficent and Malleus⊠Conflating Maleficent with Malleus may be the result of mixing up the dreams with the differing mediums and presentations of Maleficent and Malleus in the context of their own works. I feel they can be treated like two entirely separate cases, and with different intentions behind them.
Maleficent has been written as a tragic antihero in the live action movie(s) of the same name. That is one interpretation of her, just as the Descendants Maleficent is much goofier in attitude. They are Disneyâs properties and so they are free to twist Maleficent however they wish to suit the circumstances or to chase a modern trend of redemption, even if itâs different than the âmistress of evilâ she was introduced as. In my opinion, there is nothing inherently wrong with this (although that doesnât mean youâre obligated to enjoy or to agree with every iteration of Maleficent or the new direction sheâs being led in). This doesnât automatically make her a âvictimâ (for lack of a better term) either, she feels more⊠âgirlbossâ to me, if that makes sense?? Tragic things do happen to her, but they donât define Maleficent as an individual (if I recall correctly, she acts on her own and rises up + regains power in spite of humans hating her). I think itâs just a different way to spin a story. However, I can see why maybe this doesnât bode well to some people who like her for being evil and not for being redeemable.
Malleus is the âfinal bossâ of a gacha game. The intention behind his design is to endear the players to the character so theyâre willing to roll for him. Thatâs why Malleus in particular has a âspecialâ role compared to the other boys, and why they try to establish a friendship with Yuu early on in the main story. He is treated differently in the narrative because of that. We may not necessarily like it or find the method effective, but thatâs the design TWST went with. (Iâm personally not a fan of this either, it grants Malleus specifically a lot of grace and favoritism that Iâm not on board with đ
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I also want to point out that when the other villains were introduced in Yuuâs dreams, itâs not really in situations that would immediately warrant sympathy. The Queen of Hearts is unreasonably mad, the King of Beasts is plotting against his brother, etc. Itâs not that Yuu doesnât âfeel badâ for the others, itâs that the others didnât give Yuu anything to âfeel badâ about right away. For the dream with Maleficent, itâs different: Yuu first learns that she is âunwantedâ and THEN she casts her magic. Yuu then fixates on the reason behind Maleficentâs curse (because at this point in the story, weâve seen 6 cases of how oneâs motivations and past fuel oneâs actions in the present). The other villains donât get similar scenes or lines to show off the potential reasoning behind their behaviors (no showing of how the Queen of Heartâs rule benefits her people, no jeering at Scar, etc.) so of course Yuu wonât be as gracious about them.
We should also consider that each of these dreams is prophetic and ties back to the current OB boyâs troubles. In Malleusâs case, loneliness is a huge issue and heâs been Yuuâs âfriendâ since book 2. These will naturally play into Yuu feeling more sympathy towards Maleficent, who resembles Malleus and is left out like he is. The other OB boys didnât have this âspecialâ connection, and their issues donât center so strongly on wanting companionship. If you refer back to Yuuâs dreams of each villain, Yuuâs reactions to each reflect the ongoing dilemma of each boy and their dorm mates, such as wondering why the card soldiers donât intervene and not understanding why Scar used the methods he did.
That being said, Iâm not sure if I agree with the use of âvictimâ to describe the Draconias. The termâs definition varies by person (and Iâm not sure what the askerâs own definition is, so there may be some disagreement here), but personally I see âvictimâ as a binary. It puts one person in a weak and passive positionâwith them being the one acted onâand the other person in a position of powerâthe one doing the acting. It creates an easy âus vs themâ narrative. I donât believe this is the case for any of the TWST characters; to call them âvictimsâ implies a lack of agency to act and a clear good vs evil worldview.
Back to the Draconias. Yes, bad things have happened to them and some of those bad things were the result of the senateâs decisions. That doesnât make the Draconias (or even Maleficent, in my opinion) âvictimsâ, and certainly not âvictimsâ to the senate alone. There are so many other factors to consider in Malleus being isolated and turning out the way he did. These include, but are not limited to: Maleficia being too busy to spend time with him, his parents being absent, Malleus still managing to meet and interact with Lilia anyway, Malleus himself being so powerful/high status he scares his servants and peers, royals having duties to tend to and thus limited freedoms, previously existing tensions with humans, etc.
TWST does do a lot to make you feel bad for and to pity Malleus. From the moment we first saw him, the âlonelinessâ of Malleus was a major part of his character. Many factors outside of his control compounded as an unfortunate situation that⊠wasnât very conducive for him to grow up feeling normal and loved. Itâs not that he was just now made a âvictimâ, itâs that weâre now getting all the context for why his character is the way it isâand itâs a whole slew of traumas and personal experiences. I would argue the same happens for all the OB boys; this isnât something exclusive to twisted Maleficent, Malleus. TWST is trying to present these issues with more nuance than the classically evil G7 they were inspired by; the OB boys in general they arenât defined by their âvictimhood, but rather how they respond to and cope with those experiences.
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WHY DID THEY SHOW EDDIE WATCHING BUCK REPEL DOWN THE CLIFF?! Choices and so early on too đ©
I'm assuming you're talking about this gifset I reblogged. Honestly I think that Eddie was supposed to be queer from the beginning. I know people think Buck was but I'm not sure if that was necessarily the writers intention. It might have been Oliver's intention to play him that way, I can't remember what he said word for word but I think it was something about how he's always seen Buck as bi. But I think in scenes like the season 1 tapeworm episode where Buck seems to bond with the gay couple it's supposed to come off more like Buck is just being his himbo self more than anything else. I mean I do think when we're looking back on the show there are definitely signs of his bisexuality (the tapeworm scene being one) but I don't know that the writers wrote him at the time with that intention.
But I think there's a good possibility that they brought Eddie in always wanting to have him be a character that comes out eventually. I mean look at how we're introduced to Eddie. Then look at how everything with Shannon was handled. They easily could have kept her around longer and turned their relationship into a will they/won't they. They could have made it so we saw how in love with her Eddie has always been but that's not what happened. They let us know right away that the main draw to that relationship for Eddie was familiarity and the fact that Shannon is Chris' mother. These factors have continued to come into play in Eddie's other relationships too. Like with Ana there was a familiarity in that she was Chris' teacher and Eddie was mostly looking for someone to fill the mother figure role for Chris.
While I think that Eddie was always intended to be queer I don't think they wanted him to come out immediately like they did with a character like Michael. I think the plan was to tell his story slowly and have him come out later. The Ana storyline I think was supposed to be the lead in to having Eddie come out. The main reason I believe this (apart from just look at how that storyline was handled) is the person on twitter with inside info to the show said as much.
I also think that around s3 they started to really notice the chemistry between Buck and Eddie and how much people were shipping them because that's when we got scenes like "there's no one in this world I trust with my son more" and "you want to go for the title" and the grocery story fight which totally read like a lovers quarrel. Or how they had Eddie seeing images of Buck flash in his mind when he almost died in the well. Or having Buck scream for Eddie when he almost died in the well.
I think by the time they got to season 4 there were serious discussions about putting Buck and Eddie together. We know from Oliver that the plan was originally to have Buck come out in s4 and presumably Eddie in s5 along with Buddie going canon. But Fox put a stop to that. If you go by what the insider said and by how season 4 was handled especially the shooting (which is incredibly romance coded) there's no way that Buddie wasn't in the plans by this point.
Plus you had Tim leaving around this time likely at least in part because he was frustrated with how Fox was stifling his show. You can also see remnants of where the story was supposed to go in s5. All that stuff with Eddie and Ana and the panic attacks and Buck being worried about him that was definitely supposed to be a part of Eddie's coming out arc I'm positive on that. I also think that Taylor (when she came back in s4) was originally just supposed to be a friend who helped Buck figure things out but instead Fox pushed for her to be a love interest. This would explain Oliver's dislike of the relationship and complete lack of supporting it. Similar to how he's been with B/T.
Anyway sorry I went off on a ramble. I could talk about these guys all day. đ
Oh and I leave you with this anon Eddie in s3 checking out a hot guy's ass. (and Chimney clocking him doing itđ)
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