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katstarry · 4 months ago

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eddie munson x reader

part iii

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part i part ii

summary: eddie finally asks you on a date!

warnings: fluff, reader tends to overthink a little, a bit of self-doubt, but overall this is happy!!! she/her for reader, not much of robin in this one :(

a/n: this is probably the last part and it’s kinda long!! i sort of winged this whole small series :D but i enjoyed writing it sm it’s the first time i’ve written multiple parts for a story, thank you for all the love!!! 💝 i think this is my favorite part.

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a few weeks had gone by and your friendship with eddie had only gotten stronger. the project for history had gone great, and it’s only a matter of time until the grades are passed out.

though eddie and you have spent lots of time together after school at various locations, such as your house or his, diners, local shops, or visiting robin at family video—there’s one thing that neither of you have gotten the courage to ask for.

each others number.

many days spent seeing each other, the thought of continuing to keep conversations going after you both go your separate ways, has been something you’ve wanted to do since the start.

it’s a simple thing really, but for some reason you don’t find the perfect time to ask for his number, or bring it up. feeling as though that would be too awkward. he hasn’t brought it up either, which only fuels your reluctance.

which brings you to now.

it’s a friday and you’re both spending the evening at a local diner, waiting for your food to arrive, well, specifically eddie's.

"are you sure that you don't want anything else?" he looks at you as he drinks from his cup, he had ordered a burger along with some fries. while you had only gotten a vanilla milkshake with fries.

"yup, i ate some lunch at school earlier. remember?"

he nods his head, "right. just don't steal my food when it gets here." narrowing his eyes at you.

"pfft, what? i would never do that." you say, grabbing one of your fries and taking a bite.

eddie rolls his eyes and smiles, "uh huh, just like you didn't steal my chicken nugget during lunch, or yesterday at the movies and i got some m&m's , or the other time when you said you didn't want anything but then asked for my chi-"

"alriiight! okay! i have no idea what you're talking about. that wasn't me." hiding your smile by taking a sip from your milkshake, he leans onto the table crossing his arms in front of him. "sure it wasn't, she looked a lot like you though. weird."

he steals one of your fries.

"hey! now who's the thief?" smacking his hand away, but you were too late, he had already grabbed it and ate it, smiling innocently back at you.

he shrugs, "don't know what you're talking about."

"i hate you." you say shaking your head and laughing.

he laughs, "oh please, you love me, sweetheart."

you blush. because first of all yes, you do, and second of all because of the nickname he's gotten used to calling you.

"you wish." you roll your eyes, acting as if his words didn't cause your heart to race and cheeks to burn. you hope he doesn't notice. but of course, he does, though he doesn't bring it up.

"i'm wounded, you don't love me." he puts his face in his hands as if he's crying. that's when the waitress comes over with his food.

"okay, here's your burger and your fries, sir," she smiles and puts the food down in front of him, causing eddie to look up and rub his hands together at the sight of food, "enjoy your meal! you both make a lovely couple." she smiles as she looks at you both.

you both freeze and look at each other, you see eddie smile. oh no.

"thank you so much, she doesn't love me." he deadpans with a fake sad smile as he looks at her.

an awkward look appears on her face. "oh! i'm, uh, sorry about that." she looks over at you.

"that's- no! i never said that, he's just kidding. ha ha." you look at eddie who's trying not to laugh at the look on your face. you kick him under the table.

he yelps and the waitress leaves after awkwardly laughing.

"uh, ouch?!" he rubs his leg under the table.

"oh c'mon it wasn't that hard!" you laugh. your face feels warm once again, "what'd you have to say that for? the poor lady, she was just doing her job." you shake your head with a fake disappointed sigh.

"just having some fun, sweety pie."

"ugh, don't ever say that again."

"we gotta keep up the act now! right, sweetums?" he bats his eyelashes at you and takes a bite of his burger.

"stop!" you laugh.

"why, sweetcheeks? apple of my eye? buttercheeks?"

"buttercheeks?" you ask, still laughing.

"i don't know where that came from, kinda started pulling some outta my ass." he laughs, taking another bite.

"it's okay, honey, you're trying your best." deciding to play along, patting his free hand that lays atop the table.

though, unbeknownst to you, his brain kind of short circuited for a moment once he heard you. you called him honey and you don't even realize the effect you have on him. usually, he's the one calling you pet names, loving the way you react to them, it's sweet. though he only thinks it's because you're a naturally shy person, but he's questioned in his mind if there was another reason as to why.

and he hopes he's the reason why you get all flustered when he says them.

taking another bite to keep himself occupied, nearly finished with the burger, he smiles at you once he finishes.

"i really am, you cutie patootie." he wipes his hands on a napkin before, leaning over and booping you on the nose.

"seriously? cute patootie? out of all the options?" you finish your milkshake, putting the rest of your fries to the middle of the table in between eddie and you so you can share.

"it suits you! but all right then, uh.." he looks up in thought, eating one of your fries, "...snookums."

"i really do hate you." you take the final fry.

"hey, we're supposed to be keeping up an act here, boo boo bear." he points an accusatory finger at you, you stare at each other for a moment before you both end up bursting out laughing.

"we should head home, love bug." you say, getting out your wallet.

"uh uh uh! no. i'll pay." he stops you.

"eddie you paid last time. i'll pay."

he sighs, knowing he won't be able to stop you. he hasn't been able to stop you all the other times before.

you smile, knowing that you won.

now you're both in his van and he's driving you home.

it's become a routine for you both, he started picking you up for school and driving you home. if he kept this up you'll end up not remembering how to drive.

he turns up the radio, one of his metallica cassettes is playing. looking over at him, you smile at the sight. he's looking straight ahead, hands drumming on the steering wheel to the music, head moving to the beat. you believe he does it subconsciously, as if he doesn't realize he's doing it unless someone points it out.

you look away once he glances at you.

"staring it rude, sweetheart." he says sternly, though you can hear his smile.

"wasn't staring."

"sure you weren't."

"just was admiring the view."

"you flatter me, y/n." he twirls one of the strands of his hair playfully with his free hand, while the other is on the wheel with his elbow resting on the window that's down.

you shove him gently, "don't let it get to your head. it's big enough as it is."

he laughs, "who knew you'd be so mean, what happened to the shy girl from a few months ago?"

"i wasn't that shy."

he looks over at you with his eyebrows raised.

"okay maybe i was."

he laughs, "couldn't even keep eye contact with me."

"i was just nervous!"

"i make you nervous, sweetheart?"

"no."

"sure." he smiles.

the rest of the drive was comfortable, music playing in the background, you like that about being with eddie. it doesn't feel awkward having periods of silence, he makes you feel safe, welcome, you can just be you.

he lowers the volume of the radio once he stops in front of your house, putting the van on park.

"well, home sweet home." he says, turning to look at you.

"home sweet home." you repeat, unbuckling your seatbelt. "thanks for the ride, eds."

"of course. you know i don't mind." he smiles.

you smile at him and get out, waving back at him once your in your house as he waits for you to get in safely, and shut the door.

once you're safely inside, eddie glances down at where you were sat, and finds napkin with scribbles on it.

he grabs it and looks at it properly, about to throw it to the back to throw away later (he always forgets), but stops once he reads what's on it.

it's a telephone number, it's your number. and beside it is written 'call me!' with a smiley face and a messy heart.

you had called robin as soon as you got home, gushing once again about your time with eddie, while she talked to you about her encounters with vickie.

and now here you were a few hours later, anxiously laying on your bed and flipping through magazines, waiting for eddie's call. will he even call?

did he even see the napkin? oh no, what if he threw it away? or what if he doesn't care?

that's when a ring begins to sound.

you jump up from the bed, fixing your hair, but then realizing he won't even be able to see you.

you pick up the phone, "hello?"

"well hellooo, y/n. i can't believe this is our first time calling each other."

you immediatley begin to smile, "i know right! we're so stupid."

"i didn't know how to bring it up."

"neither did i."

you both laugh.

"we really are so stupid." he says.

you picture him by the phone, is he standing? or is he sitting? is he smiling as much as you are?

"so..."

"so... what'd you do today?" he asks, and you know now that he's definitely smiling, and you can picture it so easily. maybe he's even toying with the phone cord, maybe not.

"hm... well i went to school obviously," "obviously." he interrupts, sounding as if he's holding back laughter.

"okay. and then just hung out with this guy after school."

"aah.. a guy you say? should i be worried?"

IS HE FLIRTING? you swear your heart skips a beat. breathe!

you laugh, "oh no, no. nothing to worry about."

"you sure?"

"totally, he wouldn't even hurt a fly."

"sounds like a pussy." he laughs.

"definitely."

"heeey! you weren't supposed to agree." he pouts, though you can't see him.

"you're the one who said it!"

"well, i don't know the guy, so i can say it."

"eddie you literally are the guy."

"i am?"

"idiot."

your laughs quiet down and you hear quiet breaths over the receiver, something about it makes it feel so intimate, it makes you blush. it's like he's so close, but he's so far away. only a couple of minute's drive away, but still, too far for your liking.

"still awake over there?" you whisper.

you hear a loud exaggerated snore in return, causing you to pull the phone away for a moment.

"well you must be in very deep slumber, i guess i'll hang up.."

"no! i'm awake. sorry, must've fallen asleep a bit there. oops. my bad, i'm up. don't hang up."

"nearly ruptured my eardrum." you laugh.

"myyy bad." he snickers.

"i am getting a bit tired though," a yawn escapes you in the middle of your sentence.

you hear him sigh, "guess we gotta sleep then."

"guess so."

a moment of quiet.

"you doing anything tomorrow?" he asks.

"um, no i don't think so. you?"

"nope."

"cool." you smile, knowing he'll ask to hang out.

"can i ask you something?" he sounds nervous.

"of course."

"we should hang out tomorrow."

"...okay, i'm down. was that the question?" you laugh softly, opting to lay down on your bed again.

"sorry- no that's not the question," you hear him move around, "uh, i was thinking."

"oh no." "shut up," he laughs, "i was uh, wondering, if you- do you want to go on a date with me?"

quiet.

WHAT. oh. oh this is real.

"uh it's okay if not, can just forget i ever said that-" "i'd love to."

he swears he stops breathing for a moment, "yeah?" he smiles once he hears your answer.

"yeah." you giggle.

"cool.. nice. i'll pick you up, uh is like 3pm cool?" "yeah, that's cool."

"awesome. well... i'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart." he whispers.

"see you tomorrow eds. goodnight."

"don't let the bed bugs bite." he says, did he really just say that? he rubs his face, but he feels calmer once he hears it made you laugh.

"alright, bye eddie."

he can't wait for tomorrow.

excitedly going to sleep, the next day comes quick.

calling robin and immediately telling her you have a date with eddie.

you wake up, have some breakfast and tell your mom, take a shower, and spend time looking for an outfit.

he didn’t tell you what the plans were, so you decide on something a bit casual but also a bit dressy. you put on a nice babydoll shirt and some jeans along with your docs.

sitting at your desk, where you have a small mirror and your make-up products, you get started on getting ready. you take your time getting your hair to look nice and not going too over the top with the make-up just some simple concealer, mascara, and lip gloss.

by the time you finish it’s about 2:30pm. okay, 30 minutes left. cool. now it’s really sinking in that you’re about to go on a date.

you get up and put on some jewelry, some earrings and a necklace, and just a few bracelets.

okay, now you’re ready.

wait! some perfume too. can’t forget that.

looking at the mirror you fix a few things—and you hear a knock at the door.

your mom went out to do some groceries—so you rush to the door and take a breath, not wanting to seem too eager. but you are.

you open the door and see eddie, he looks good. really good, which you’ve always thought but you can see he put effort in for this. his hair seems softer somehow? he’s wearing a black button down that fits loosely and some jeans, he’s still wearing his rings, you take notice that one his arms is hidden behind his back.

“you look great.” you both say at the same time.

“uh thanks.” you feel your face heat. “you look nice.”

“thank you, swetheart.” he pulls his arm from behind his back and he gives you flowers. you almost sigh dreamily, almost. you take it, unable to stop the smile that comes to your face.

“you remembered my favorite flowers?” you say as you look down at them.

“i remember everything you tell me, beautiful.”

his pet names aren’t new, but knowing this is a date makes hearing them a lot more difficult to not love the way it sounds.

“thank you, eds. i’ll just go put them in some water and i’ll be right out.” he nods and waits for you.

you’re out really quickly, excited.

he opens the door for you as he always does, but this time he even buckled the seatbelt for you, before going to the drivers seat. gentleman.

“so, where are you taking us today eddie?” you look over at him seeing him smile and starting the van.

“guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”

he hums along to the music that’s playing, opting to turn on the radio and put on one of his favorite stations. you hum along to the songs you do know, the ones you’ve listened together with him and some you’re just now hearing.

the trees on the side of the road pass you by, shades of green and brown since it’s almost fall, but still warm enough to be outside.

“i think i know where we’re headed.” you say, your gaze still outside the window.

“sh! sh! i still want it to be a surprise. even if you know where we’re going.” he chuckles.

you smile lazily over at him, your head resting on the headrest. “alright.”

the drive to the location is peaceful, as it always is. it’s filled with silly banter, teasing, and causal conversation.

once he parks the van, he rushes out and opens your door before you even get the chance to reach for the handle.

you hop out, “thank you.” you pat his chest.

“of course, your majesty.” he puts out his hand and your grab it.

he leads you to the back of the van and he opens it with his free hand, grabbing a blanket and a basket.

“a picnic?”

“a picnic.” he blushes and looks away, feeling a bit flustered by the way you look at him in adoration.

he leads you a bit further into the trees until you reach a good place; with a beautiful view of lovers lake.

letting go of your hand with a soft squeeze, he opens up the blanket and places it on the ground, putting the basket on it and sitting down. he look up at you and reaches for your hand.

“you gonna join me? or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty? i wouldn’t mind either one.”

you sit down across from him. “oh shut up.” you mumble.

he nudges your foot with his own, “don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. let’s dig in.”

“alright, let’s see what you brought.”

opening up the basket he pulls out sandwiches, drinks, a container with cupcakes, and some fruit.

he looks up at you once he finished laying everything out. “i know it’s not much.. but i hope you enjoy it. i know you’ve mentioned before how badly you wanted to go on a picnic before.” he looks back down and counties setting everything.

you grab his hand and squeeze it. “it’s perfect, eddie. thank you. anything we would’ve done today i would enjoy regardless, you make things fun ed’s.”

letting go of his hand, he sits up and smiles.

“likewise, cutie patootie.”

“ooookay. well then, this has been fun—” you move to stand.

“no! alright, alright. i’ll behave.” he laughs, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“thanks, buttercheeks.” this causes you both laugh.

he hands you a sandwich, you take it and eat. the time is spent eating the snacks he had brought, goofing around, and shy glances when the other thought they weren’t looking.

the food was eaten and now you were snacking on some grapes, now sitting side by side, looking out at the lake, the sunset making the trees surrounding it to have more color and the water to glimmer.

“it’s so beautiful.” you say, looking at the scenery.

“yeah. it is.” he says softly, but he’s looking at you. he’s leaning on his elbows, his legs stretched out and crossed.

looking over at him, you lock eyes. only this time neither of you look away. you move to mirror his position, now at eye level.

“hey.” he says in a low voice.

“hey.” you say.

you eat another grape.

“can i have one?” he glances down at the fruit in the container.

“if you can catch it.” you smirk, sitting up as he remains how he is. he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but understands once he sees you raises your arm, about to throw the grape.

he opens his mouth in attempt to catch it, but it hits his eye, causing you to burst out laughing.

“laughing at my pain, i see how it is.” he picks up the grape that fell onto the blanket and throws it back at you, which hits your shoulder.

“you missed.”

“you hit my eye!”

“it was close!”

“that was not close.”

you throw another one, catching him off guard. it hits his nose.

“now that was close.” you say, eating one yourself.

he shakes his head and sits up, reaching for the container. you pull it away playfully.

“oh? is that what we’re doing now?” he says.

you shrug.

he moves to grab it again, you pull it away.

neither of you move, until you stand and run with the container. he gets up and tries to reach you, but unfortunately you trip on a tree root and fall onto the grass, eddie falls as well by trying to reach for you.

he falls atop you, the container of fruit now forgotten.

“y’know if you wanted to be on top of me, i think that could’ve been after a couple more dates, eddie.” you joke.

eddie leans over you, not wanting to put his full weight on you. “ha ha.” he rolls his eyes.

“so what i’m hearing is.. you’ll go on more dates with me?” he brushes a loose strand of hair that fell in front of your face.

“mmm… maybe.” you smile.

“cool.”

he glances down at your lips, looking back to find you doing the same. “can i kiss you, sweetheart?” he whispers.

you nod, and that’s all he needs before leaning down to connect your lips. he feels your soft lips and he can’t help but sigh against the kiss. this is real. he’s kissing you. moving your hands to wrap around his neck, you feel his lips love against yours, tasting the cupcakes from earlier and a hint of mint. smiling against his lips, he pulls back for breath.

smiling down at you, he looks at you, a gleeful look on your face.

he moves to move off you, but you pull him back down for one last kiss.

he laughs against your kiss, helping you up.

“can’t get enough of me already?”

you shove his shoulder gently, “what, don’t want me to kiss you then?”

“now, now let’s not get crazy. i didn’t say that.” he pulls you closer, both of you now standing. he leans down and pecks your lips, pulling away and humming contently.

“nice?” you say.

“more than nice. amazing. awesome. beautiful. spectacular. though i think i know what would make it even better.”

“yeah? and what’s that?” you play with the ends of his hair.

“if you would be my girlfriend.” he says, blushing.

you hide your smile by hiding your face in his neck.

“i’d love to be your girlfriend, eddie.” you kiss his cheek.

he embraces you. “thank you.”

“for what?” you laugh, feeling him shrug.

“being you.” he kissed the top of your head, “…i’m your boyfriend now.” he smiles, pulling away and holding your hand.

and that next monday, in history class, where it all first started, he looks at his grade, an A written at the top.

he looks over at you, leaning over to give his girlfriend a dramatic sloppy kiss on the cheek.

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bambikisss · 10 months ago

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Better : C.San

The ask:

'Hi there! I absolutely LOVED your San fic you just posted so i wanted to know if i could request this for maybe a part2 where you and San have been together for awhile and he maybe wants to propose to you at some point in the fic but then he starts to get kinda busy with work and y/n starts to get sad and annoyed so San decides to do more for her. Sorry if this isnt super clear i just was wondering if the fic could include some of these things if you choose to write it. I LOVE your work btw.'

💕: CEO! Choi San (Bambi's BF ver.) x reader

Part 2 to MY GIRL

📙: To say San was head over heels for you was a complete understatement, doing whatever he could for you as he was so in love with you. However, with a new product launch coming up, it seemed that San's attention was no longer on you, making you become desperate for any moment with him without knowing that San felt the same way

⚠: Unprotected Sex (always wrap it up), Blonde buff San, Manhandling, biting, lots of teasing, phone sex, sex in a car, cum eating, rough + dom San, use of nicknames (San calls reader baby, my baby, slut, whore), more gentleman San, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk San, slight choking

Bambi's Notes: Welcome to part 2! I'm so happy with how this turned out. There is an overuse of the nickname 'honey' though, which I think is cute. B/N = Best Friend Name.

TAGLIST: @frobin4ever @idfkeddieishot @unlikelysublimekryptonite @itsvxlentine @dinossaurz @yunhwalala @nopension @atzz8 @jennylychee @certifiedmoa

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You were a fairly reasonable woman. But, this was the last straw.

You sat in your office, staring at your screen in utter disbelief at your calendar. Yes, it was full of meetings among other work things, but your eyes were laser-focused on the event in pink that you had been looking forward to all day.

Lunch Meeting with Choi San: Canceled

"Canceled?" You scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest. This would be the third time this week San had canceled your lunches together. You looked forward to those meetings because they gave you time with San uninterrupted to just talk and decompress. That also was your lunch block, so now you had to get lunch now or don't eat till you got home later that night, which would lead you to being grumpy and you had promised yourself you wouldn't get like that anymore, for at least the rest of the week.

"Maybe he's still busy with the product launch preparation? I mean, I know that the financial department have been having constant meetings with him over some problem," your best friend spoke up from her chair in front of your desk, picking at her already chipped dark red nails. You scoffed at her words too, narrowing your eyes at the calendar as if he would be able to sense your annoyance with his choice to cancel lunch.

The company had a new product to launch and everyone was focused on a successful launch, including San: everyone had that man in meetings up to his neck all day long, keeping him from you until he returned home later that evening, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to eat dinner and then sleep. While you understood that he was the CEO and that meant he had lots of responsibilities on him, you were still his girlfriend and had needs too.

"Y/N, don't" Your best friend pleaded as you stood up from your chair, gathering your things to make your way to the elevator to talk to San. You ignored her, offering her a kind smile before the elevator doors closed, taking you up to the top floor where San's office was. You checked your outfit of a light blue button-up shirt that had a few buttons opened, tight navy blue pants that hugged you perfectly, and matching dark blue heels. You felt good.

The doors opened to show San on the phone, his back to you as he flipped through one of the multiple files he had sitting on his desk. You took a deep breath of the smooth, burning wood scent that filled his office, letting you know that he had lit the candle you had bought him at some point that morning. Your eyes roamed his hunched-over figure of his broad shoulders, strong arms, and jaw, his sharp eyes scanning the page as his office phone sat snug against his shoulder, listening to whoever was on the other side. He wore one of his dark blue button-up shirts, his half-hearted attempt at matching with you and offering you some sort of affection from afar, but it wasn't enough.

You took another deep breath before your heel exited the elevator into his office, your heel clicking against the floor as you made your way over to his desk. San looked up at the sound of your heels, his eyes moving up your body to meet your face as he continued to listen to the man from finance. He already knew why you were in his office, biting his lip before he put himself on mute, the other man still droning on the phone without noticing.

"San, why did you cancel lunch?" You asked, choosing to get straight to the point as San sat up, running his hands through his blonde hair, sighing softly. "I have far too much work to do here to go out for lunch. We can have lunch together, baby, but we'd have to order and you'd have to sit on the couch by yourself while I work and I don't think you'd like that"

He was right, you would hate that.

Your eyes moved to the large stack of files that sat on his desk once more that seemed to taunt you: they had all of your man's attention and all they had to do was be folders with some kind of information in them. It made no sense to be jealous of some folders, but you sadly were.

You were snapped out of your jealousy by San's hand meeting yours, offering you a gentle smile as he tried to hide his laugh. "Honey, you can have all of my attention when I return home tonight, ok? There's no reason for you to be jealous and glaring at my folders from the sales and financial department" he chuckled, making you pout. You didn't want to wait until tonight for his attention. He didn't understand.

However, your conversation with him was cut off before you could respond, San picking up the phone to unmute himself to respond to whatever the finance guy said. You only rolled your eyes, exiting his office while he furrowed his eyebrows.

Deep down, San did feel guilty for not being able to give you his 100 percent attention lately due to work, but he had no choice. He watched as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone in his office with your perfume still lingering around him. "Mr. Choi, are you still there?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm still here" San sighed, turning back to his folders with a small grimace. "I'm still here. Continue."

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"No, it's not like that B/N"

"Oh really, then how do you really feel about San working so hard?" You bit your lip, stopping your application of your face mask at your best friend's words. You had called her while doing your skincare to try and get your mind off of things with San, but that was the first thing she brought up. You stared into your vanity mirror, trying to figure out how you wanted to phrase your words before you said "I can understand why he's been so distant, he's been busy at work all day."

"But it doesn't give him the right to not give you any attention when you come home, Y/N." True.

You had finished your skin care by the time San arrived home, Star's barking telling you that he was home from the office. You took a deep breath before you thought back to what your friend had suggested that you try:

'When San comes home tonight, ignore him. Let him feel like how he's made you feel these past few weeks.'

You took another deep breath as San climbed up the stairs, his heavy footsteps making your heart rate speed up.

You didn't turn to him as he entered the room, looking at him through the vanity mirror as he put his jacket away; his shoulders seemed heavier than usual, his voice deep as well.

San didn't want to outright tell you about how stressful that day was to him due to how you left his office: after you left, he had nothing but back-to-back phone calls with people and felt like he was surrounded by incompetent people. All he wanted to do was come back home to you and just relax. Heck, if he really wanted to, he'd tell everyone in the office tomorrow that you and him were out for the day.

"Hi, honey" San mumbled, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek before he went to go strip, getting ready for a shower. You didn't respond to him, instead going on your phone. San noticed your silence, making him raise an eyebrow and stop unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes moved down your body to admire your white silk night dress that stopped at the tops of your thighs. It was one of his favorites on you. "Honey?" he repeated, hoping for a response but when he didn't get one, he felt his annoyance from earlier wash over him.

Now you were ignoring him? Why was no one listening to him today?

You didn't react to the sound of San's footsteps approaching you, but you did jump when San ripped your phone from your hand, placing it onto the dresser behind him before he returned to stand behind you, placing his hands onto the vanity table on either side of you. You took the opportunity to look back up in the mirror, meeting San's darkened gaze. His eyes were dark, an evil-like smirk gracing his lips as one of his hands slowly slid from the vanity to your arm, leaving goosebumps behind.

"Oh, so now you notice me honey? What, I have to touch you now in order for you to look at me?"

"Yes." Your bratty word slipped out of your mouth without thinking, your words making San chuckle.

Maybe you would get San's attention tonight.

"I have to use your body like you're some kind of slut in order for you to even listen to me?" San's voice had now become a mixture of a growl and a deep chuckle, his hands moving to your arms to pick you up out of your vanity chair, making you stand up. He then kicked away the chair as he met your eyes. His eyes were dark, demanding of you.

At your lack of response, San's hands moved slowly up your arms to your shoulders, then to the back of your neck, where he gripped it roughly. You gasped as he pulled you roughly so that your lips were hovering right over his, your nose bumping against one another as San kept his rough grip on you. He would chuckle, though, anytime you tried to lean forward from his hold to have your lips meet, but San would always pull back before you could. He licked his lips slowly, making a show out of it before he whispered against your lips "I wanna use you tonight, Honey. Will you let me use your body tonight, honey?"

You nodded, almost like you were in a trance at his words. You had completely abandoned your plan at this point, ready to do whatever he wanted. San chuckled at your new attitude, planting a sweet yet short kiss onto your lips before his hand moved from the back of your neck into your hair, grabbing a fistful of it.

"Good. What's the safeword?" He whispered, his lips returning to hover over yours as he began to turn you both around, your back now to the bed as his free hand moved to cup your cheek sweetly. "Honey" you responded, earning yourself a nod before his lips met yours in a demanding manner making you moan. San's tongue moved immediately to meet yours, pushing into your mouth before he picked you up by your thighs, tossing your body onto the bed. You gripped the bed sheets as your body bounced, San figure now standing at the foot of the bed with a smirk on his lips. He gently licked his lips as he took off his belt, his eyes still drilling into yours as he spoke. "You know, a slut like you deserves the finer things in life, no? You're acting out like this because you're needy, huh?"

You nodded, submission filling your eyes as San softly cooed at you, placing his knees on the bed as he unbuttoned his pants, allowing you to see the top of his boxers. He placed his hands onto your ankles, roughly pulling you to meet his body, now kneeling in between your legs he looks down at you. He slowly dragged his hands up your body, pushing up the fabric of your sleep dress up with his hands as his lips followed. He ignored your cries as he nipped and kissed at your stomach, taking his time with you before he sat up once more, unbuttoning his shirt as you sat up as well, removing your dress.

San had to take a moment to admire you, his mouth watering at the bare sight of your body. San always had to take a moment to just look you over, despite the fact that he was to use you tonight. He leaned over to place a gentle kiss onto your lips, letting you see a glimpse of your boyfriend before he slipped back into his feelings, his hands moving to roughly push you back onto the bed. He kissed down your body, grabbing your legs to place them onto his shoulders as he so. He made sure to lock them in his forearms before he looked up at you, his voice coming out huskily "Stay still, slut. Grip the bed, grip the headboard, I don't care. You take this pussy from my mouth and I'm going to make you cry tonight."

You bit your lip at his words, your mind thinking of all the ways he could make you cry from pleasure. Your thoughts are ripped from you as his tongue moves up your wet slit, curling the tip of his tongue right underneath your clit before he moved back to your slit, taking his time in tasting you. You found yourself gripping the sheets, growing upset by his little kitten licks: this was the first time you were having him in so long, and you couldn't handle the idea of waiting for anything.

"San come on-" You moved your hips up, hoping for San to get the hint. However, your hands had to immediately hold onto the bed sheets as San growled, pulling you roughly by your ass to his lips, his whole mouth working on your pussy in a way that made your back arch and made you cry out. You closed your eyes as your hips tried to roll against his face, making San move his hand from your ass to your stomach, pressing you down harshly against the bed as his tongue and lips moved faster around your cunt. "Stay still, slut, what did I say?" San asked, his words vibrating against your pussy as he continued to eat you.

You didn't even try to apologize, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly due to San talking dirty into your pussy and the way his mouth was moving on you. You felt your body begin to heat up, moaning his name louder as you felt yourself begin to cum all over his face. Your grip on the sheets as grown so tight that the fitted sheet was no longer on the mattress, San's mouth movements not stopping as you tried to move away from his lips. San only chuckled, pressing your body down more into the mattress as he sat up, letting you see your cum and juices move down his mouth and neck as he licked his lips. His fingers gently dragged up your thighs before two entered you smoothly, his lips curling into a smirk at how tight your walls got around his fingers.

Your hand moved from the sheets to grab his shoulders, begging for him to slow down his fingers as you were about to cum again, only making him move faster. "Don't act like you don't wanna cum again, and again slut. I didn't realize how much of a slut my baby was, out here disobeying me knowing damn well what I said I'd do if you did. And what did you do?"

You couldn't respond as your orgasm rushed over you, making you moan loudly, San allowing your legs to close around his fingers. He smirked softly at the sight, waiting till you came back around before he slowly slipped his fingers from inside of you, placing the fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste. You moaned at the sight, your arousal leaking from inside you.

San moved to stand up from the bed, pushing off his pants as you sat up, wanting to watch every movement: the way his thigh muscles tensed every time he lifted his legs from the tight dress pants, the way his cock sprung up against his abs, a long stripe of pre-cum already leaking from the top. You bit your lip as he turned to face you, running his hand through his hair before he grabbed your body, picking you up from the bed before he dropped you on your stomach, his hands moving to grab your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off the end while your upper body was still on the bed, gripping the last of the sheets that were on the bed.

"Spread your legs for me, slut. Show me where you want my cock to go" San demanded, his hand moving along his cock as he watched you spread your legs, placing them onto the bed to give him a proper view of your pussy. You bit your lip at the silence and lack of movement from San, about to complain about it when you felt a glob of his spit meet and slowly move down your pussy, making you moan loudly. "There. You should be wet enough for me" Was the only warning San gave to his lover before he roughly pushed into you, his hips instantly meeting your ass. San kept up his rough pace, his hands slapping and grabbing at the flesh of your ass as you continued to moan loudly. Times like this made you glad that you and San didn't have any close neighbors who would've complained.

"That's it, take this cock like the slut you are" San growled, his eyes trained on how your ass bounced back against his movements and your moans until his eyes are drawn to the vanity mirror. San smirked as he pulled out, pushing your body so that you fell onto the bed before he turned you to face the mirror with him behind you, his hands gripping your hips to raise your knees. "Stay on your knees and look into the mirror" He whispered into your ear before moving to stand behind you, giving you a full view of San; his messed up blonde hair, sweat moving down San's face and chest- to you, San looked absolutely hot.

Your head sadly lost the vision of San though as his hips pounded into your suddenly, picking up the pace he had set before, making you drop your head to moan into the mattress. "God, I knew a whore like you couldn't follow simple instructions" San moaned, his hands moving to the front of your throat, forcing you to look up into the mirror as he pounded into you from behind. He smirked, placing his face right against yours as he felt his orgasm approaching fast. "Look at us, look at how perfect we look. Look at you following my instructions now, all it took was me holding onto you" He moaned as he applied pressure to your throat, your pussy clenching around him as you moaned as well.

San soon dropped his head into your shoulder, biting down on the skin before he came, his hips slowing down as his cum filled you and covered your pussy, the feeling pushing you over the edge too. You moaned as he kissed your shoulder, his hands rubbing at your body as you both came down from cloud nine.

"Honey" he whispered against your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you gently rested against him and the bed. When you finally seemed to be able to hold a thought, San offered you a sweet smile before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. He gently laid you down onto the bed, turning on the shower before he returned to you, gently picking you up to bring you to the warming water. He held you against him as you both let the water run over each other for a moment, just holding each other.

"I missed you" you whispered to San as he began to wash your hair, taking care to massage your scalp. "I know, baby, I missed you too." San knew what you meant: that you missed having him there with you present in the moment and not just as a body. That's how San knew you both loved each other; you both could tell when the other was there as a body, or as your lover.

After you both finished washing each other off, San helped you get dressed before leading you to the living room, having you sit down on the couch as he went to wash the sheets and put new ones on the bed. You sat in silence once he left you, relishing in the moment before you laid down on the couch, looking at the picture of you and San you had taken during your anniversary: San had his arms around you, a bright smile on his face as you held the camera taking the picture with a beautiful sunset adding lightning to the moment. You looked so happy in that moment, so carefree. You hoped to one day take another trip with San and capture another moment like that in a picture, so that you could remember this time in your relationship without the memories of San being so tired from work.

"Falling asleep without me down here?" You sat up as San approached you with a tired smile, his hands moving to hold yours to help you up from the couch. You accepted his help before you shook your head. "No, I was just looking at the picture we took during our anniversary trip"

San eye's moved to the picture, a brighter smile moving across his lips at the sight. He loved that moment and how happy you both seemed. "One day soon, my baby," he turned to you, cupping your cheeks with his hand before placing a small kiss on your lips. "I'll take you back there and we'll relax like we both deserve."

"Promise?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist as he did the same to you, walking with you up the stairs with Star following behind happily. He nods, laying down next to you in the bed before he wrapped his arms around you, turning off the lamp.

"I promise, my honey. Now, let's sleep."

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"He's off-site, today. That's why we're not doing lunch."

You replied to B/N, who looked at you with furrowed brows. She couldn't believe how relaxed you now seemed about San's work schedule, making you laugh. Somehow, last night's actions helped ease your annoyances, plus the promise of a trip alone with him soon helped.

You shooed your friend from your office as your phone rang, waiting till she closed the door behind her before you answered your phone without looking at who was calling you. "Hello?"

"Honey," you paused at San's voice which sounded pained. You sat up in your chair about to ask if he was hurt when you heard a wet sound along with a stifled groan come from him, letting you know what he needed. "San, are you-"

"Fuck yes I am," he breathlessly replied, his hand moving along his cock faster at the sound of your voice, making him lean back in his car's backseat. "I was out at the launch event and I stumbled across an old sexy picture you had sent me awhile back and now I can't get you out of my mind."

You were in shock by his words, your silence making San groan out "please fucking say something honey, anything."

You bit your lip as you stood up, locking your office door before you sat back down at your desk, slipping your hands into your pants, cursing softly as you dragged your fingers along the wet spot growing on your panties. San moaned at the sound of you, his hand moving along his cock faster. "Are you touching yourself, honey? Are you in your office, leaning back against your chair with your hand down your pants playing with your pretty pussy?"

You moaned again in response, your hands moving to frantically push down your pants so that you could freely rub circles on your aching clit. San did the same thing, pushing down his pants fully so that he spread his legs more, jerking his cock more as he continued talking. "God, I couldn't stop thinking about your pretty pussy, baby. I was going to sit at the event and hope it went away, but all I could picture doing was fucking you on the table while everyone watches how I fuck my girl"

"Fuck, Sannie" You moaned his name, making him moan louder, his cock twitching in his hand at the sound of your voice and you using his nickname. San practicality fucked his fist, tossing his head back as he felt his orgasm approaching. You bit your lip, moving your fingers faster against your clit at the sounds of San that were coming from the other end of the phone.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/N. I'm gonna cum and then when you get home tonight I'm gonna fuck you till you cannot walk. I'm gonna use your pussy again, just like how I did last night all over our house till every surface reminds me of where we fucked at whenever I look at it" San's words made you cum, closing your legs around your hand as you began to shake and moan his name, San's loud moan filling your ears and your office as he came all over his hand, thighs, and abs. You both took a moment to calm down, San speaking up first. "If you can manage to walk right now, I have some wet wipes you can clean yourself up with in my office. I bought the brand you like, too."

You could basically feel San's touch on you as you went up to his office, smiling at your feeling of afterglow. When you found the wet wipes, you paused when you saw a pair of airline ticket receipts in the drawer. You tilted your head, picking them up.

"Two first class airline tickets to Bali?" You flipped through the other papers, various receipts for excursions to do in Bali showing up. You bit your lip as you placed the papers back, grabbing the wet wipes before making your way out of your boyfriend's office. Your mind kept thinking back to those receipts for the rest of the day, trying to figure out what they were for.

San didn't like taking trips with people from work often, so it may not be for work. You and him had been once before, but it was for your anniversary and it had to be cut short due to the company wanting to launch the product.

You clung to the last thought being the truth as you pulled into the driveway behind San's car. You didn't want to get your hopes on something that wasn't confirmed to be for you, but you couldn't help but be in a better mood as you opened the front door. Your good mood was only increased when the smell of steak and other foods filled your senses. You entered the house to see many heart balloons around the kitchen table, a candle lit in the middle, and your boyfriend placing the steak you smelled onto the dinner table.

"Oh, San, what is this?" You asked as you placed your purse down, San only chuckling in response before he stopped you from taking off your heels, getting onto his knees to do it for you. He gently removed them from your feet before he led you to the romantic dinner setup he had made. He pulled out a chair for you, sitting down next to you with a proud smile on his face as you gushed about how nice the setup was.

"I'm glad you like it, honey. I did it for you" You smiled at San's words, before turning to him as he gently held your hand, placing it onto his lap as you both faced each other. He looked at you with so much love and regret in his eyes, his free hand moving to sit on your thigh. "Y/N, I just wanted to say that I am sorry for not giving you the proper attention you needed during the company's product launch. I was distracted and should've understood your needs too." San cut off your words as he moved to his knees in front of you, kissing your hand once more before he said "I'm sorry, honey. Can you forgive me? I promise it won't happen again." You bit your lips at San's words, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you said "I accept your apology, Sannie."

You smiled as San sprung up from his knees to sit back in his chair, pouring you a glass of wine as you began to taste some of the food San had cooked. You had forgotten all about the tickets until San said "I've already approved our time off for next week, so don't worry about having to send that out."

"Time off for next week? I didn't ask for next week off," You said, taking a sip of your wine as San smiled at you. Your mind flashed back to the ticket receipts you had seen before you blurted out "wait, we're going to Bali again?" San blinked at your question before he chuckled, nodding as you moved to sit on his lap. "Ah, so you did see the receipts I planted in that drawer. I was beginning to think I hid them too well." It was your turn to blink at his words, asking him what he meant. "I 'hid' them under the wet wipes for you to see. We're going back to Bali to make up for our anniversary being interrupted, honey."

You smiled brightly at his words, meeting him in a loving kiss as he gently rubbed your back. You didn't even care how long he had it planned for, you were just excited he kept his promise.

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"You know, Honey, I could've made the same dish at home, right?"

You laughed at San's words as you both left the restaurant, his pout prominent on your lips as you talked about how good the pasta was throughout the end of dinner. You turned to him, your yellow sundress blowing in the wind as you stood in front of your boyfriend who wore a simple black button-up and matching pants. He had dyed his hair back to black, due to your request. You cupped his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you to him as you tried to kiss away the pout on his lips. Only after the 17th kiss did San finally smile, his lips meeting yours in a loving kiss before he said "Okay, let's hurry up so that we can go on that beach walk in the sunset, like you wanted to."

You clapped happily as you turned to step onto the sand, only for San to stop you. He sunk to his knees in the sand, his hands skillfully removing your heels before he stood up, offering you one of his charming smiles as he held your heels in one hand and your hand in the other. "Shall we?"

You nodded, stepping down onto the cool sand as the two of you walked along the beach, the sunset adding to the romantic atmosphere. Suddenly, San stopped walking to stand in front of you with a loving smile on his lips. He looked at you like you were the love of his life, which you were. "San, what are you doing," You asked as he began to walk backward, not answering you as you both rounded a corner to see a little picnic on the beach. You gasped, asking San if he did it. His smirk only grew at your question, leading you to the setup.

There were pillows placed onto a large white picnic mat, small tea candles surrounded the setup along with heart balloons and a small charcuterie board of snacks and candy. You could tell San was proud of himself as he sat down next to you, answering all your questions with a huge smile on his face. Your own smile grew at his, rushing into his arms to hug and kiss around his face. He gladly accepted it before he cupped your face, bringing you into a long, loving kiss. San didn't let you leave his embrace as he kissed you, mumbling against your lips how much he loved you whenever you broke away to catch your breath before he brought you back into the kiss.

You could swear that you and San kissed for a while before he finally pulled back fully. San then gently held your hand, placing another kiss to it before he moved the two of you to stand.

"Y/N L/N. There will never be another woman like you: you're smart, funny, and outright gorgeous. I cannot think of anyone else who I'd rather be with and who I'd rather give my heart to. Unknown to you, all those nights I spent out weren't always for work," he paused to reach into his pocket, grabbing a beautiful velvet ring box before he slowly sank to one knee, meeting your eyes with his own that were full of love and care. He then opened the ring box, showing you a beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes widened at the sight before San continued, tearing up slightly.

"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"

You nodded, covering your mouth as your tears left your eyes. San smiled happily, placing the ring onto your finger before he sprung up to pick you up, spinning around with you in his arms as you both cheered. He jumped up and down (eventually slipping in the sand) happy to have you forever. You, on the other hand, recorded him while he jumped (and slipped), laughing happily before meeting him in a sweet kiss, then taking a selfie with him as you both lay in the sand.

After you both enjoyed the moment, San picked you up, promising more fun in the private villa. You allowed him to carry you bridal style to the villa, which wasn't far as it was on the beach, giving you a beautiful view of the sunset and water as San placed you down onto the bed. You closed your eyes as San kissed down your body, whispering praise among other things before he sunk to his knees, kissing and biting the inside of your thighs before he met your eyes.

"Spread your legs for me, honey," you did as you were told, spreading your legs for your fiancé, allowing him to immediately lick up your panty-covered slit. He moaned, repeating the action a few more times before he finally pulled off the ruined fabric, looking up at you as your hand moved to cup his face, your thumb moving along his bottom lip. "Lay back and relax, honey. Let your fiancé take care of you tonight, yeah?" San's words came out slurred as if he was drunk off of just licking your panties. You obliged, laying back on the bed as San's tongue dragged its way up your thigh to your wet cunt.

To San, eating your pussy was his number one job; he wanted to be so fucking good at it that you begged him to never stop. He loved watching your back arch and he loved the feeling of your legs closing around his head, the thought making his cock twitch in his pants. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top, moaning at your taste before his tongue dove into you, making you both moan loudly. Your hands rushed into San's hair as his tongue and lips catered to your pussy, San's eyes even rolling back and closing at your taste. San felt truly like he was in a trance when it came to your taste, his mind short-circuiting every time your hips would move against his face, begging for more.

Your legs began to shudder closed around San's face, only making him growl as he crawled up the bed to keep his mouth attached to your pussy, making you scream his name. He moved his hands to press down on your chest as he focused on eating you out, keeping you still on the bed as he focused on tasting you and driving you to your edge. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you came, both of your moans mixing together as he cleaned you up with his tongue.

"I fucking love you, Honey" he whispered desperately, kissing up your body as your hands moved to try and remove all of his clothes. He helped you, his eyes still focused on you. Once he was bare, he rested his warm body on top of yours, kissing you deeply so that you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan. "Taste how good that was, honey? Do you see why I'm so addicted to you?" San seemed to be truly in a daze, leaning down to kiss and lick at the tops of your breasts before he pulled the cups down, his lips instantly circling around a nipple. You moaned softly at the feeling, wrapping your legs around his waist as he switched nipples before pulling back, playing with your breasts in his hands before he slowly pushed into you, meeting your eyes as he did so. San bit his bottom lip as we watched you moan out his name, the pleasure filling your face when he finally fully filled you up.

"Honey, my honey" he breathed out, shoving his head into your neck as he began to set a slow, yet sweet pace with his hips. You sighed at the feeling, your hands rubbing his back as he placed kisses on your neck. You gently moaned out for him to go faster, but San only shook his head in your neck, whispering that he wanted to take his time with you. As much as you loved that idea, though, you wanted him to go faster.

San gasped when you pushed on his shoulder, allowing you to move both of your positions so that you were on top. You looked down at him as you began to ride him, your hips spelling out various things, making him moan loudly. When you spelled out his name, San came out of his trance, planting feet onto the bed so that his hips thrust up into you, meeting your bounces, making you both moan louder. "Fuck, Y/N, that's it, ride this cock, your cock" San shuddered, as he let his legs rest against the bed, allowing you to move faster. San didn't know what to grab onto, deciding to have one hand on your ass and the other one around your throat, helping you ride him faster.

"Want me to apply some pressure, honey? Want me to choke you?" San asked through his moans and groans, smirking when you nodded. He applied pressure to your throat, your nails then dragging down his chest as you felt his cock twitch inside of you at the sight in front of him. San suddenly flipped the two of you over once more so that you were on your back and he was on top, his pace becoming erratic as he smashed his lips into yours, meeting you in a deep kiss as you both moaned and cursed against each other's lips.

"Cuming, Sannie, I'm cumming" you moaned loudly, San rushing to let go of your neck, choosing to intertwine your hands with his as his lips picked up in pace, his cock hitting your spot perfectly. San nodded against your forehead, moaning out that he was going to cum too. You both met in a loving kiss and you both squeezed each other's hands as if one of your was going to float away, cumming together. San soon cut the kiss to kiss down your body as you laid limp against the bed, gasping when you felt San shove his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking all of the cum from your pussy before he spat it back onto your pussy, his tongue going back to your pussy. You tried to crawl up the bed from him, his hands roughly gripping your hips before he roughly pulled you back to his mouth.

"Don't interrupt me, honey. I'm just getting started, we're here for a week, remember?" San chuckled darkly against your thigh before his mouth went back to your pussy, making your back arch as he ate your pussy till you fell asleep. The only memory you had left from that night was San cleaning you and then himself up when he finished before placing a soft kiss onto your forehead as your body began to relax into the sheets.

"Sleep well, Honey. I love you."

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"Well, well, well, isn't it the future Mrs. Choi, back from her week getaway with her hot CEO fiancé."

You laughed at B/N, waving off her words as she sat down in one of the chairs you had in your office. When you notice her staring at you, you raised an eyebrow before asking what she was waiting for.

"You know I wanna hear all about Bali part 2, even the proposal and whatever led to the matching hickey you and Mr. Choi are sporting at the bottom of your necks." Your eyes widened at her words, your hand rushing to cover it before you sheepishly whispered "that didn't happen during Bali. That happened this morning."

B/N gasped at your words before she laughed as you shooed her out, letting her know that you had to go meet San upstairs. "Why, so that way you guys can continue whatever you two were doing this morning?"

You offered her a playful wink as the elevator doors closed, her squeal being the last thing you heard before the elevator began its ascent to San's office.

"Did you know that our hickey's are visible?" You asked him as you entered his office, your fiancé instantly chuckling at your question. "I had a hunch. I mean, we were pretty cramped in the car this morning, so I guess we bit anywhere we could." You rolled as your cheeks heated up, thinking back to the quickie you and San had this morning in the car.

"Ready for lunch, Mrs. Choi?" San asked, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck, humming softly. You nodded, intertwining your hand with his as you both walked out of the office into the elevator. "I already made us a reservation at our favorite sushi restaurant, you're welcome by the way."

San chuckled, thanking you with a sweet kiss before whispering against your lips "That's my girl."

BAMBIKISSS | 2024

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temperedink · 6 months ago

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my favourite ACOTAR fic by authors not on tumblr

I wanted to give some love to stories that aren't often mentioned on Tumblr and don't get reblogged over and over because their writers don't have accounts here. (I also just want more people to read some of my faves and scream about them with me.)

A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205 (Elucien; complete)

This Elucien fic had me on the edge of my seat and making up wild theories while it was posting. (I was incredibly wrong in said wild theories.) Elain and Lucien start to get to know each other better when they both are mourning her father on his birthday, and she confesses to him that she's never felt their bond. They're getting closer, and then Lucien is sent off on a dangerous mission, there's an accidental pregnancy, and Koschei after the Archerons. Tons of twists and turns here!

Fury and Siren by hurricane (next-gen; complete)

Next-gen fics where the kids are already adults are sometimes a hard sell, but these two interconnected stories get you deeply invested in Nyx and his cousins (their parents are all still around too). The first one is Nyx and an Illyrian shadowsinger (hmmm...) who's secretly been avenging abused and clipped Illyrian females, and the second is Nessian's son Caden and the only female Darkbringer who's been sent to assassinate him. These boys are definitely their fathers' sons, with their charm and flirting, but their partners do not let them rest on their privilege.

I Miss You (When the Lights Go Out), I Want to Taste the Way That You Bleed, and I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by greenvelvet_couture (Nessriel; ongoing series)

Soooo much Nessriel smut that kicks off when Azriel returns from a mission injured and Nessian want to take care of him (physically first, then sexually). Also a lot about Nesta training her post-ACOSF powers and the dangers that go along with that. But the author is VERY dedicated to the smut, bless her. Part 2 has just started and picks up with Bryce in the Night Court.

A Long Way Down by becauseofreading (Nessian; ongoing)

This one is a tough read, but it does a beautiful job of showing the recovery process from trauma and a suicide attempt. Nesta is suicidal and has deeply convinced herself of her unworthiness. Cassian is taken to task for his treatment of her and the words he's levelled at his mate, and the Valkyries, Azriel, and Elucien rally around her as she tries to heal and love herself with proper therapy. Cassian is ashamed of his treatment of her and is allowed in to help her heal if he doesn't upset her.

Where You Used to Lay Your Head by loveL (Gwynriel; complete)

This one is a bit of a time mindfuck, so you have to just accept that the Archerons and the Valkyries were born much earlier than they were in canon. Sixty years ago, Azriel and Gwyn were happy in their secret 20-year relationship (the IC knew he had a partner, but didn't know who she was) when suddenly Gwyn up and left him. Now she's back in the Night Court with Nesta and Emerie after creating the Valkyries in the Day Court, and Azriel is finally going to try to find out what happened that made Gwyn leave and stay away for so long.

Forgive Me, A Court of Shadow and Smoke, and The High Lady, the Shadowsinger, and the Omega, Part 1 and Part 2 by darcyshandflex (Elucien, Azris, next-gen; ongoing)

This epic series starts with Elucien and explaining why Elain has avoided him for so long--but now she's ready to fight for him. In A Court of Shadow and Smoke, we have omegaverse!Azris finally getting together (Azriel's the alpha, Eris is the omega) and all of the emotional and political issues that causes. The final two parts span 30+ years with Azris raising their three girls. When the girls are adults, their future partners are discovered, and that has long-lasting impacts on multiple courts in Prythian. This one is still ongoing, and apparently the final part is going to be sad and I'm not ready for it.

And here are three writers I would have included on this list who have since gotten on Tumblr (I procrastinated on writing this post for THAT long, but they were on the original draft!):

A Little Bit of Light Reading by @infinitefolklore (Elucien; complete)

One of my all-time favourite ACOTAR stories that I have reread a bajillion times. Elain and Lucien are alone at the townhouse and start flirting, which leads to other things, including library sex, a sorta blood duel, a reconciliation, a solstice sex party in the Summer Court, PLUS a threesome near the end, as a little treat.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom by MissFreakingFortune/ @missfckingfortune (Elucien; ongoing)

Listen, if you're not reading this super-sexy modern Elucien rockstar second-chance romance, I don't know what you're doing with your life. Elain and Lucien were high school sweethearts who had their lives together all planned out, until Lucien left to chase his rockstar dreams. Ten years later, he's returned home for Beron's funeral and once they're back in each other's orbit, they both can't stay away. Lucien is determined to win her back, but Elain is much more wary, even though the attraction is definitely still there. There's also a great big bro Eris, and Mama Vanserra finally has her freedom from Beron so she can maybe start something up again with hot French professor Helion...and also tell him about their child, who is also going to need to know about his true parentage.

Phoenix Rising by Vivienne1412/ @annaskareninas (Elucien; complete)

I need you to drop everything and go read this fic. Yes, NOW. No, I'll wait.

Beron has seized control over all of Prythian and has either killed or exiled all of High Lords and other powerful fae (Feysand and Nyx are in the Hewn City dosed with faebane everyday; Nessian escaped to Hybern). The humans have also gathered enough power that they're a dangerous threat to the fae. Elain has been working as a nurse for the fae resistance efforts, and her latest patient is the long-thought-dead Lucien, the only free heir of any of the High Lords. They go on the run to protect him, as there's a prophecy about him that makes him the last hope to defeat Beron and Autumn for good, and shore up support from the Continent to get a fighting force. This is an incredibly well-written fantasy story with crazy-high stakes and DRAGONS. Go read it.

#fic rec #elucien #gwynriel #nessian #nessriel #azris #next-gen acotar #reblog with your fave non-tumblr stories!#also if any of these writers are on tumblr lmk

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thurio-edau · 5 months ago

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hey everyone! this is my birthday and i'm so happy to celebrate it. yep, june 12th. it was an average day but im still happy that my friends celebrated!

ok blake (half) face reveal

THIS PICTURE IS MONTHS OLD ISTG AND I LOOK 12 Y.O BUT I SWEAR IM 16 😭 BUT ITS THE ONLY ACTUAL PIC I HAVE OF MYSELF CUZ I NEVER TAKE PICS OF MYSELF OK AND I LOOK LIKE A FUCKBOY (idek if i look like a boy) BC I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TAKE PICS SO MY FRIENDS SAID 'TAKE IT FROM THE MIRROR' AND I WORE A MASK CUZ IM SO FUCKING INSECURE

IM CLOSING THE REBLOGS FOR THIS CAUSE I MIGHT DELETE THE PIC IN THE FUTURE--

anyway.

the reason why this day is so important goes beyond just this. trigger warning for the things ahead, it's okay if you don't read it, i'm just really glad i could celebrate my birthday with such positivity! it's just that there are huge reasons why i'm really glad to be celebrating my birthday.

alright, serious story here.

the reason why it's so special is because i planned it three months ago. i planned my birthday. to end it all today. to end it before even reaching adulthood, i decided i couldn't go on and i was going to take my last breath. i couldn't take it. it was so heavy, it was a burden to live. and i decided my birthday would be such a fun day to end it all. before i graduate, before i become an age with irreversible responsibilities, before i have a chance to grow up. before i can have a life.

but i met life changing people. both on here and other platforms. it's like i have multiple found families :)

and with my friends on another place, we planned my future. yes, i will have a future. if i believe everyone deserves a chance to live, a chance to turn all this around, then that should apply to me too and i should also deserve a second chance. to LIVE. not SURVIVE. i have survived all my life and im so fucking tired of it. i only need to survive for two more years, then i can actually live. i haven't lived in my life. had a fucked up childhood, in a fucked up environment, in a fucked up country under fucked up conditions. and i have to change this if i want to live.

in two years i will immigrate. i will have a safe place, in a safe country, around safe people, and a safe university. i will have a safe family, a found family. i will have a safe future. i will see therapy for ptsd, bpd, sh and i will try to recover from ed. i will transition. i will be alive. i will come back to life as the actual person i am.

i just have to keep on for two more years. then i will take the international english exam to be able to immigrate and hopefully fly to my found family. my biological family will reject me, i know. but my found family won't. thank you so much for being here in my journey. i want to make it through and survive for two more years just so i can live. i have survived for sixteen years. i can survive for two more.

i have that strength.

i am strong.

i deserve to live.

i am worth going on.

i don't deserve to end it all.

no one deserves that. and i can survive.

i have that strength.

so thank you everyone <3 for helping me realize a lot of things. just by existing, just by leaving a single comment, just by sending a single message, you guys helped me save my life. you guys saved my life. and thanks to you, i am alive today. my three months of planning went to 'waste', but now i will have two years to plan a future. a life. a life worth living.

thank you <3

-ya boy, Blake.

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azaharinflames · 4 days ago

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Thankyou for making that post about not making assumptions about the cast. I wish fandom stopped parasocialling with them so much, it's so weird. Not only the Oliver stuff but that Lou is this poor little heartbroken uwu baby and how the whole cast were awful for not defending him (I've seen alot of "and no one stood up for him!!" posts too).

None of us know these people! What someone puts (or doesn't put) on their public instagram is worlds away from what they may (or may not) say or communicate in private.

And it's kind of depressing to assume the worst of them (any of the cast) rather than just that they're professionals doing their jobs.

Fandom in the last few days has been so much fun with the plot speculation, fics, memes and stuff. I find the criticism of the plots and the writing (and Tim to an extent in his role as showrunner) satisfying, but not to take that to the actors. For me, it's much more enjoyable (and better for my mental health) to have fun with our blorbos in our sandpit and keep the characters and actors separate.

Thanks for letting me vent!

Hi, Nonnie! Thank you for venting in my inbox!

Happy to let you vent, and sorry it took me this long to answer. I kinda promised myself I was going to have a small break from Tumblr this weekend after my last post, and only let myself reblog some. Back here again though!

Yeah, I think it's very important to draw a line and keep it there. If we need a permanent marker, so be it. I come from the Marvel and Glee fandom, and especially in the latter I saw a lot of wild shit. Including Darren Criss's wife having to go private across all social media because of the insane stuff she was unfairly accused of. Hell, when (spoiler) Blaine and Kurt broke up for a while, Darren had to post a goddamn letter to apologise, because he feared the worst. Like. Insane.

And I've been seeing the crazy here as well from the B*ddie fandom, and I stopped checking that hashtag (can't check it even for their friendship) because of how wild it was. We are nowhere near what they do, don't get me wrong. But just because of that, and because this has been, hands down, the nicest fandom I've ever been on, I don't want us crossing lines in a moment of anger or disappointment.

And it's hard to know when to say something, too, because I do feel like the feelings we were dealing with were entirely justified. But as you said, it's better if we keep focused on the show and the, frankly, bad writing they are doing this season.

And yeah, I'm annoyed at the behavior of some actors, but I understand your point. I won't lie and say I liked how no one said a thing about the harassment Lou received, but I also know better and I know it is quite possible they talked about it in real life, and it is very much none of our business.

At the end of the day, Lou has expressed multiple times he was very happy to be in the 911 set, and even in his latest interviews he doesn't contradict this. He's a grown man who deserved to see all the love that we have for him after endless months of harassments, yes. But I also think he's a grown man who knows what he's doing and what he wants.

Anyway. This was long, sorry haha.

If anyone wants to vent, rant, or express their opinions, my inbox is open❣️

#bucktommy #tevan #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 discourse #lou ferrigno jr #anti buddie #not really but i don't want them here #anon ❣️

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lemotmo · 1 month ago

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would love to know u and alis thoughts on the oliver interview

Nonny, when I got home from work this afternoon and saw the Oliver quote and the article that went with it? This was my reaction:

I kid you not. This is the exact face I made.

Oliver Stark you absolute maniac! I love you!!!

This is the last piece that I needed to lock it in. Buddie is going canon. It's happening.

🤯🤯🤯

I cannot wrap my head around it. It's real. After all those years of shipping them it's finally happening.

Now, I'm not expecting instant results here. It's like Oliver said, a good slow burn needs some realisation moments and a lot of pining. I need to see this happening over multiple episodes. I need to see the progression and the heartache. ALL OF IT!

Also... please everyone reading this: leave the BT fandom alone during the mini-break. Just block what and who you need to block so you don't have to see any of their takes on your dash. Don't reblog or screenshot and call them out. It isn't worth it. Trust me, it will make for a much better fandom experience if you just mind your own business in the Buddie corner of the fandom.

Now that we are certain that BT isn't lasting and they are going to actually tell the Buddie story, it's time to sit back and relax. Let's spend that mini-break theorising about future episodes and analysing the one we'll get on Thursday. Let's not waste any more of our time on these people. Again... it isn't worth your energy or time.

This is our time to be happy now! Let's enjoy it and make the best of it!

#Yes!#We are so BACK baby!#buddie #This is actually happening!

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detailtilted · 10 months ago

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Index of Enhanced Edition Con Videos

I'll maintain this index in a pinned post for easy reference. Click the links to go to the YouTube videos, or click here for a more readable Google Docs table which includes these links plus a tab noting which events I skipped, temporarily or permanently, and why.

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:23:42)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:21:55)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:29:44)

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Main Panel (00:38:24)

2008-07-27, San Diego Comic Con - SPN Panel (00:50:52)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:26:16)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:26:20)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Main Panel (00:35:04)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:34:36)

2009-08-30, Vancouver - J3 Breakfast (00:31:53)

2009-08-30, Vancouver - Jensen Solo (00:27:17)

2009-08-30, Vancouver - J2 Main Panel (00:30:25)

2009-11-15, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:32:24)

2009-11-15, Chicago - J2 Main Panel (01:08:50)

2010-10-10, Chicago - Mishalecki Breakfast (00:32:48)

2010-10-10, Chicago - Misha Solo Panel (00:24:22)

I'm now working on the Mishalecki panel from Chicago 2010 that started immediately after the last video I published. After that, I'll do the J2M panel that followed immediately after that one.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in these videos. The reblogs and likes all made me very happy, and I especially appreciated the kind comments some of you left in your reblog text and tags. I'm unsure of the proper Tumblr way to respond directly to that in a way that won't annoy people, but I've definitely noticed and appreciated it!

An explanation of this project and my tentative plans for it are listed below the break. A lot of it will be familiar if you've read my earlier posts, but it's more detailed -- and excessively long! There's also some info on how you can help, especially if you have any old videos or audio files that you'd be willing to contribute.

Why Do You Call These "Enhanced Editions"?

The videos I'm using are not my own, but I've spent many hours adding enhancements to them. My goal is to make these the most watchable and accessible versions of these older convention panels published to date. Credit and links to the original videos are in the video descriptions. These are the typical enhancements you'll see:

I'm upscaling the videos as best I can. It isn't remotely perfect, but it's a little more watchable than the originals. The videos I'm working with are very low quality by today's standards. and they were also recorded under difficult circumstances. Video taking wasn't permitted at most of the earlier cons, so the people who took them did so at the risk of getting kicked out. They couldn't exactly come waltzing in with a tripod, so the videos are shaky, they don't always have a clear view of the stage, and sometimes they cut off at unfortunate moments. They can be frustrating to watch, but we owe these people a debt of gratitude for capturing this footage because otherwise it would have been lost altogether.

When necessary, I'm correcting colors on the videos to try to make them look more natural and consistent. I'm very inexperienced in this area, and I don't consider it to be one of my strengths, but I'm learning.

The original videos are usually in multiple parts, but I'm editing them together into a single video as cohesively as possible. I may use videos from multiple sources to provide the most complete video possible, and I'll select the ones with the highest video quality and/or the best view of the action available. Sometimes I have to make difficult choices between the video with the best view (meaning a clear view of their actions and/or facial expressions) and the video with the best quality. I usually lean toward the one with the best view in those cases.

I'm adding extra content to help clarify references people make during the panels. The videos I've worked with so far don't take up the full width of a modern video frame, so I've taken advantage of that extra space to display the extra content to the side where it's less obtrusive. There are explanations for obscure references that are way funnier when you understand what they mean, plus episode references to help jog the memory for those of us who haven't rewatched the show a million times. In rare cases where I think it will enhance understanding, I'll insert brief episode clips that highlight what they're talking about.

I'm putting a LOT of time into adding good, color-coded English subtitles that can be turned on and off with YouTube's CC button. These videos can be frustrating to understand because the audience often drowns them out and Jared and Jensen tend to talk at the same time when they're together. I can't always figure everything out, but it's far better than the crazy, auto-generated nonsense that many videos have. YouTube can then translate my English subtitles into other languages, so this may improve accessibility for people who are less comfortable with English. The color-coding helps with telling who's saying what: red for Jared, blue for Jensen, green for the general audience, yellow for the current fan at the microphone, and white for other people such as staff.

If there's missing footage that I can't find anywhere, then if I can find a source that seems to have reliable details about what was discussed, I'll add static images with a brief summary and a link to my source in the video description.

What Conventions Do You Plan to Enhance?

I don't want to make grand promises that I'll enhance videos for every old convention, although I definitely love the idea of doing so. How far I go with this will depend on how much sustained interest there is from other people and how much spare time I have myself. My output speed will probably be erratic depending on what's going on in my life at the time.

My general plan was to start with the oldest conventions and work my way forward. For now, I'm focusing on the panels with Jared and/or Jensen since they're my main interest. I may temporarily skip over conventions that they didn't both attend, but with the intent to go back and fill those in later. If I obtain any mostly-complete videos of Misha's solo panels that upscale well, I may also do his panel if I'm doing panels for Jared and Jensen from the same event.

One big constraint will be whether I can find enough videos to work with for a convention, and just how bad the quality is. I've found that some videos are too poor of a quality to upscale. Since these videos are painful to watch in their raw form, I suspect people will be less interested in watching "enhanced" videos that don't include at least some noticeable improvement in visual quality, but please do let me know if I'm wrong. For that reason, I'll probably skip past cons if I can't upscale the videos, at least for now.

As I work through the old conventions, I'll make a good attempt to upscale the available videos. If I don't have much success, then I'll skip over that convention with the hope that I might be able to get some video files that upscale better. (See the "Can I Help? section.) After I make it through all the low-hanging fruit, I want to come back to those problematic conventions and just create a cohesive edit with color corrections, special content, and subtitles even if I can't upscale the video.

These are just my general thoughts right now but the project is young, so my strategy may change.

Can I Help?

If you have any old convention videos or audio files that you're willing to contribute, please message me! Maybe I can use them, maybe I can't, but the more I have to work with, the better chance I have of creating something more complete. If I do use your material, I'll credit you in whatever manner you prefer.

Even if your videos are on YouTube, I've found that the original files may upscale much better than videos pulled off YouTube. I think the videos were degraded when they were uploaded to YouTube, at least back then. If you send me videos that I'm able to upscale, I'll happily send the upscaled versions back to you for your collection regardless of whether or not I use them. (If you have any videos you don't want me to use for this project, let me know and I'll respect your wishes.)

Even if your video looks terrible, you might just have a missing piece of footage that I couldn't find anywhere else, or your video might upscale more easily than another. If nothing else, I might be able to hear something in the audio that will help me fill in a subtitle I couldn't figure out.

Likewise, audio files can be helpful even without video. If nothing else, they may help me fill in some subtitles. If the audio file is consistently easier to understand than the audio on the videos I'm using, I can also substitute the audio from your file in place of the video's audio. If you have audio of sections of the panels for which no known videos exist, that could also help me fill in those gaps.

If you're watching my enhanced videos with the subtitles turned on, please do let me know if you catch any errors or if you can clearly understand something I marked as [inaudible]. I can't change the videos themselves on YouTube, not without breaking the links and causing confusion, but it's pretty easy to update the subtitles because they're a separate file. It's important to me to try not to put words in their mouths that they might not have said, so I'm trying not to guess purely based on context if I can't tell with confidence that they said what I think they probably said. However, there were times when I felt like I should have been able to understand what they said but I just couldn't manage it, and I'm sure someone with different ears may be able to figure out some of the parts I couldn't.

#enhanced edition con video #j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #index

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prince-liest · 4 months ago

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i know you didn't mean anything bad by it, but it really discouraged me to see you rb that anti-reader-insert post. i write and enjoy both reader-insert and shipfic (my 2016 baby-in-fandom roots were in shipfic, but i'm pretty active in the reader-insert community as well these days). i really look up to you as both a current med student would to a resident (i'm an m2) and a writer would to a more-experienced/established writer, so i guess seeing you agree with a post that disparages a part of the fanfic community that we both engage in made me feel upset.

i definitely understand where people come from when they complain about xreader fics flooding the tags. i've felt that exasperation and annoyance of scrolling through the tags both on ao3 and tumblr, searching for fanart or shipfics of my favorite characters, only to be inundated with reader-insert works that i'm not in the mood to read. so, i get it.

i guess my point is: i look up to you. i really enjoy your writing. and because of my parasocial connection to you (i.e., enjoyment of your fandom takes and writing), it hurt my feelings that you seem to hold a pretty negative opinion about a side of the fandom writing community that i happen to pour a lot of myself into.

please don't feel pressured to respond to this at all-- residency is hard enough without some random anon on the internet nagging at you about some random reblog that is not nearly as important as patient care or saving lives. i don't even really know what the purpose of telling you this was; i'm not trying to change your opinion about reader-insert or anything like that. i think i just wanted to let you know how i felt seeing your reblog, with no expectations that you do anything with that information /gen. but yeah. i hope you're able to get some rest and take some time for yourself soon, and i look forward to continuing to your fics in the future.

Hey, there anon! First of all, it may make you feel better to know that I actually have absolutely nothing against x reader fics at a baseline. It's not my thing, I don't read it, but I don't have enough of an opinion on it to dislike it. I'm a big proponent of "write what you want" and while I've never written x reader content, I've roleplayed plenty of canon x OC ships back in the day, and write a lot of stuff that needs the dead dove tag. This post, to my understanding and in my intent, was meant to express humorous frustration with the ongoing issue specifically of a lot of x reader fics (particularly in the last several months, I suspect either because of Tiktok or due to Twitter's downward spiral) being tagged with irrelevant tags. I've actually had to ask on multiple posts something like "Why is this tagged with [canon ship]?"

Most people have kindly removed the tag and explained that they thought it was good exposure and didn't realize that wasn't how things work on Tumblr, which is great, but it's still frustrating that it's hard to scroll through a lot of tags without seeing lengthy and explicit x reader fics that are either tagged with unrelated ships/characters/fandoms, or undertagged with blockable x reader tags.

Even if I did dislike x reader, though, I just want to emphasize to you: I really appreciate that you look up to me and I'm really happy that I'm able to provide some encouragement to you in the form of someone with a similar creative hobby on the same career path, but also, my opinions on matters of personal taste really don't matter. I am, at the end of the day, A Random Person On The Internet Who Has A Blog, and I encourage you to look at opinions of mine that grate on you and think: "Eh. Just another random person I don't happen to agree with. Whatever, I guess." and move on, because in the long run this will be more fair to both yourself and me. There are indeed actually popular but harmless parts of fandom that I'm growing to dislike a little bit, and it feels strange to be unable to casually refer to or joke about that without being worried that it will hurt someone's feelings that I don't personally like the same thing they do. This is actually some of why I'm on Tumblr and not Twitter - the parasocial issues tend to be stronger on there! I confess that I don't really know exactly what to do about this problem yet, but I'm going to endeavor to not censor myself (as long as I'm not being a dick, ofc) while also encouraging people to not put me up on too much of a pedestal.

At any rate, I'll clarify in the tags of the post what I meant by my reblog, and I hope this at least offered some reassurance to you!

#ask #personal #Anonymous #ll

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adickaboutspoons · 1 year ago

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bad writing where? I don't think you know what bad writing is and I have doubts you understand the core of the characters.

Hi Nonnie! Girl, how ARE you? Because you seem to be taking it awfully personally that I am not enjoying this season as much as you are. To be perfectly clear, if you ARE, I'm DELIRIOUSLY happy for you! I wish I was too! I was SO looking forward to it! And even though I didn't care for some stuff here and there for the first half of the season, there was a LOT that I LOVED, and I was still holding out hope for the rest of the season! After the last 3 episodes, I am decidedly less optimistic. I'm glad to tell you exactly why, and At Great Length, because that's kind of just What I Do, but here's the thing... It's ok if you like a thing that other people don't. It doesn't reflect poorly on you as a person. You don't have to defend a thing that you like as though it was an extention of yourself. Also? You and I don't have to agree. There's room for interpretation. I have mine, but that doesn't make it Objective Truth. My positions are only as good as I can offer coherent, well-supported arguements to back them up. I like doing that. I think it's fun. You may still not be convinced. That's ok. I don't need you to agree with me. And, frankly, you don't even need to worry about other people agreeing with me. I am small potatoes. I have maybe two posts ever that have made it into the low thousands in terms of notes - not reblogs, but notes cumulative. Most of my original stuff don't even break triple digits. Believe me NO ONE is rushing to espouse the doctrine of spoondick llc. And that's fine. So I'm gonna go ahead and give you the benefit of the doubt that you're asking genuine questions and not just lashing out. But I'm also gonna put my answers below a cut. Because, frankly, you may not entirely agree with me, but you also may not be able to unsee some of the things I point out once I do, and I don't want to take your enjoyment of the show away from you.

So second claim first: that I don't understand the core of the characters. I mean... I have written quite a lot and at length about these characters and their motivations. I mean, each of those is a link to a different meta I've written, and it's not even close to all of them. Which reminds me - I need to update my pinned page. So while you may not agree with my interpretations, at the v. least, you can't argue that I haven't put SOME thought into the matter. With regard to bad writing, the qualifiers may vary from person to person, but to me, it mainly comes down to three interconnected things: Inconsistency, telling rather than showing, and contrivance. I feel that there have been a LOT of inconsistencies with the characters, both between seasons and just within season 2 itself. I'm an unapologetic Stede girlie and he IS the main character, so most of my big qualms are with how his character is being butchered handled.

How the are we supposed to square Stede "had multiple breakdowns over Nigel's accidental death and was so traumatized over everything with Chauncy that he walked back to Bridgetown in his bare feet" Bonnet with the man from last night who murdered Ned in cold blood, and then went on to casually set a man on fire and QUIP about it? It's one thing to butch up with a "how to pirate" montage, it's quite another to become a psychopath, completely unbothered by taking a human life.

And about butching up. While I would, and have, argued that a lot of Stede's insecurities in the first season stemmed from insufficient performance of masculinity, I would NOT say that it was because he wanted to BE more typically masc himself - but rather from the way he has been TREATED for being soft, and internalizing the distain and derision of his bullies. Rather, the whole central thesis to his approach to piracy is it's "traditionally a culture of abuse... And my thought is: why? And also, what if it weren’t like that?" He's flattered when Yi Sao clocks his energy as soft. So his mid-season pivot to needing to embrace these "traditional pirate" behaviors? Yeah - I'd say that's a pretty glaring inconsistency.

Speaking of Yi Sao, lets talk about his fight with her. Because Stede in the first season is consistently shown to be a master of improvisation and using his environment and people's underestimation of him to his advantage to overcome stronger and more skilled opponents. He sends Officer Show Daddy rowing back to the British ship with some impromptu mannequins to give the Revenge time to escape after Nigel's death. He uses distraction and supersition to get the upper hand on Izz during their first encounter. He bests Izzy again in the duel using gunpowder to the eyes when he's pinned, and then using what Ed taught him about taking a stab angling to have it happen against a mast he knew would cause Izzy's sword to break. This initially carries over to the second season with Stede using his lowly position in Towels to acclimate people to deeply inhaling the scent he adds to the towels, and later uses that to his advantage to knock out the guards and escape. So it might have been one thing if Stede was in his cups and mourning Ed's departure that led him to getting overly possessive of his remaining crew and pick a fight with Zheng as a parallel of the Art Exhibition scene from season 1, and getting his ass handed to him as a parallel to Mary's attempted murder/an expression of what a deep impact Ed leaving has made on him that his normal strategizing fails him, but instead, he's getting emotional support (from IZZY of all people) and doesn't even seem tipsy, so he's got no reason to fail so profoundly, and it's played as though Yi Sao is RIGHT about him being "a mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional" when he legit JUST bested her with fucking tea towels 4 episodes ago.

Another big inconsistency for me is Stede's attitude toward Ed, over the first half of the season especially. At the end of season 1, we have Stede irrevocably torching his life as a gentleman of leisure to the ground because Mary has helped him to realize that 1) no body's life in improve by him doggedly trying to insert himself into a life he never wanted or chose for himself, and 2) he and Ed are in love with one another, and he should got find Ed about that. Then we get Stede dragging his heels in the Republic of Pirates while he "earns enough money," but his convo with Blackbeard's wanted poster reveals that he's afraid Ed's life is better off without him. Which? Real Chauncy-coded take there (and also, really? When Stede KNOWS that Ed is weary of the pirate life, but the wanted poster and rumor mill suggest he's thrown himself into it full tilt?). I could understand being worried that Ed doesn't love him anymore because Stede broke his heart, but NOT that "his life is better." But still, Stede IS determined to get back to Ed - he's just nervous about what he'll find when he does. He won't stop talking about it to anyone and everyone. He even yeets himself overboard shouting for Ed when he hears that the Red Flag has come across the Revenge. And then he thinks that he's come too late - that Ed is dead. And he manages to forestall his grief over that long enough to effect an escape, but then goes to do his mourning in private. But wonder of wonders! Ed is still alive! Stede didn't lose him after all! Imagine the rapture within his heart! And then he lets Ed leave without so much as offering to come with, when Ed has barely recovered from 1) a coma, & 2) a suicide attempt. It just doesn't make any sense in any possible world.

I also have a big problem with Mr. "Talk it through as a crew" running away from Lucius when he finally started opening up about the traumtic things he's lived through since he got shoved overboard. I've seen some posts suggesting Stede isn't doesn't prioritize or seem to care much about his crew, but that's just demonstrably not true? His first concern on awakening from being gut-stabbed was about his crew. He apologized when he lost his temper about the fuckery (Never heard an apology, Roach? Really?) and incorperated all of their ideas into the final product. Before he bought the treasure map, he inquired and found out there were no oranges for sale in St. Augustine due to a blight. Stede let Olu crash on his couch instead of having him bunk down with the rest of the crew because they were the charter members of the "my crush just left me for their old life" club and misery loves company. Even in the new season, he set aside his grief over Ed until he made sure his crew - INCLUDING the ones he thought were the ones who MURDERED THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE - were safe. So Stede running away from Lucius in his moment of unburdening himself? And it being played for COMEDY? Is not only antithetical to the established character, but to the central thesis of change being effected by the application of loving support that (I THOUGHT) was central to the whole show.

With Ed, it's mostly better, but even he doesn't escape unscathed. I'm absolutely baffled by the suggestion in episode 5 that Ed doesn't know how to be quiet and sit with his feelings when we see him: 1) stimming quietly with his silk after the "donkey" comment until Stede invited him to open up 2) stimming quietly with his silk after the French Boat Party 3) staring broodingly out to sea after the doggy heaven convo 4) isolating himself in the tub after his kraken meltdown 5) quietly sitting and folding socks 6) pillow fort isolation pod 7) standing quiet and alone after the Izzy confrontation, and apparently not seeing anyone until that night 8) stimming with silk before giving Lucius impromptu late night swimming lessons 9) playing with his dollies 10) cry alone in his room multiple times And maybe it's just that Fang doesn't see those times, because, for the most part, Ed self-isolates when he's feeling particularly emotionally vulnerable. But the show frames it as though Fang is correct? Especially in the after-credits scene where we're listening to Ed's non-stop internal monologue as he fails to sit quietly?

There's more with other characters, but, like I said, the categories are overlapping and inform one another, so I'd like to pivot to Tell-Don't-Show. Because whooo boy is there a lot of it going on. The most glaring one to me is Izzy's whole arc. I've seen a lot of people talking about extending unearned grace and how it's for the healing of the crew, not for Izzy, and that the crew are showing that they've embraced the loving support model they experienced under Stede's tenure as captain. But that doesn't change the fact that Izzy was SUCH a dick that even human-ray-of-sunshine-OLU was rooting for Stede to stab him in the duel, and by the end of last season Izzy sold them out to the English and did such a shit job at captaining that the crew (of which Fang and Frenchie were a part) unanimously voted to throw him overboard bound hand-and-foot. SOMETHING must have happened in the interim to move the needle from "gleefully ready to murder him" to "giving him hugs and unconditional positive regard therapy". But whatever it was happened entirely off-camera. We're just being asked to go along with it. And, to me, that's just bad, lazy writing.

The rest of his arc isn't much better, and highlights more of those inconsistencies. Last season, Izzy was openly dismissive and derisive about sharing feelings - it was one of his driving motivations at taking down Ed and inducing the Krakening. And now he seems to have taken the season-1-Lucius role of being the ship's emotional intelligence? Offering coping advice to Lucius. Suggesting to Ed that he should talk his feelings through. Giving support to Stede after Ed left him (again). Where would he even have accrued that skillset? I'm not saying that it's impossible for him to have changed with the loving support of his crew and in the wake of an identity crisis when he has to figure out who he is if not Blackbeard's right-hand man. What I'm saying is that very little of the actual changes happened on camera. And THAT'S what I have a problem with.

Similarly, I have a problem with the whole Yi Sao-Olu-Jim-Archie relationship tangle. Olu didn't even seem to realize Yi Sao was flirting with him until she said as much. I think he was flattered by the attention, and not averse to the idea, but that's not the same thing as being into her in return. And then, when it's relevant to the plot, we're meant to just trust that he's been secretly pining this whole time? Compare to when Jim left - before they'd even kissed. Olu spent his time mooning over the railing, telling everyone how much he missed JIm, getting drunk, and giving away his room. Since he left Yi Sao, there's been not a single word about missing her, not a moment where he even looks slightly broody. We HAVE seen him bonding with Jim and Archie. Hunkering down against the curse on the same bed as Jim and Archie. Dancing with Jim and Archie. Do you see how this LOOKS like the show is possibly moving in a throuple direction? And then we suddenly get Olu saying out of nowhere that he misses Yi Sao, Jim playing matchmaker for them, and Olu announcing that he's going to leave the revenge to be with Yi Sao. Bye, I guess. And this level of Telling-Not-Showing and inconsistency smacks of Contrivance. And Contrivance really feels like the engine that is driving most of the season to me. It looks an awful lot like the writers had an end-goal in mind, and worked backwards to get there, and along the way did all the hand-waving they had to in order to get where they wanted. Gotta have Stede & Zheng team up against Ricky for an Epic Beach Battle that pits Pirates against The Crown, but why would she want him - especially if she thinks he's "a mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional"?

Oh, what if she loses all her ships because Ricky blew them all up with the world's most contrived bombs?

But why wasn't she on the ship?

Well she was beating Stede's ass at the time.

Why was she beating his ass?

Because he picked a fight with her because he was drunk and she was poaching his crew?

Why are some of Stede's crew willing to leave him even though they were literally ride-or-die even when he was trying to find the guy that marooned them?

Oh, Olu's been in love with Yi Sao this whole time, but, like, never fucking mentioned it, just trust us.

Why was he drunk - Stede thinks drinking 'til you puke isn't fun, remember?

Oh, he is getting plied with drinks because all the pirates love him now.

Why do all the pirates love Stede now?

Because he killed some Big Name Pirate.

Stede? "I'm having a bit of a hard time adjusting to being a mur... mur... murderer?" Stede? Are you sure?

Yeah. He's totally butch now.

....How?

He trained on how to be a pirate with Izzy.

Izzy. The guy that conspired with the British specifically to murder Stede Bonnet? Why?

Ed said he needed to work on his "mean voice" and be more dom assertive.

Why would Ed ever say that? He loves that Stede is out there doing things like no one else.

Because Stede doesn't feel like a captain.

Even though he's calling all-hands meetings and mediating crew grievences and rescuing his crew and no one is challenging his authority or even questioning whether his devotion to his boyfriend is possibly compromising his ability to do his job?

...Yes?

But why Izzy? Stede hates Izzy. Izzy hates Stede. Surely these are universal constants.

Izzy's nice now. He's been rehabilitated by the love of the crew.

...How?

Jingly keys.

#I'm gonna stop there because I've already devoted 3 hours to you nonnie #if you don't believe me by now that I'm not just having thoughtless knee-jerk reactions I don't see how I could possibly convince you #anyway lots of love and I hope you're able to keep enjoying the show #but if my grousing is gonna imperil your enjoyment the block button is v. convenient I've been told #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers

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