#making these took way longer than i anticipated but its so much fun

[monster-effer]

Oh okk my wifi been acting up lately💀 I requested hcs with all the l&ds men about how'd they react to finding out reader can secretly pole dance, sfw and nsfw hcs if you do nsfw please! Thank you!!💕

This was a really fun concept to write about!!

It seems I am incapable of describing things concisely because this turned out much longer than I expected LMAO, I hope you enjoy 💗💗💗

Sylus

Funnily enough, this starts from a game of tipsy Truth of Dare with Luke and Kieran. You chose truth and they asked you to tell them one unknown fact about yourself. You are a certified yapper when you’re tipsy so you blabbed about your pole dancing hobby then passed out and forgot about your confession.

Of course this info made its way back to Sylus (most likely that same night). And he was intrigued. He would tease you while asking why you’ve been keeping such an interesting hobby from him.

The very next day he would have a pole installed in one of the spare rooms of his home base.

The room would be decorated with in dark, seductive colors with ceiling lights that  showcase the pole and the immediate area around it.

There is no furniture in the room besides a plush black arm chair and a side table.

Sylus calls you over to the N109 Zone saying that he has a surprise for you.

When you arrive he’s all smirks and being more vague than usual. You also don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

As he lets you walk into the room first, you are speechless.

“Forgive me if this is too presumptuous kitten, but I couldn’t get the image of you pole dancing out of my mind. I have a request, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned so far?”

“What’s in it for me?”

Sylus chuckles huskily before replying “Have I ever left you empty handed? You know me better than that.”

You gulp at his offer and quickly don the outfit and shoes that are placed neatly near the pole in the room.

Sylus dims the lights in the room, with the ceiling lights over the pole brighter than the rest. He settles into the armchair and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He adjusts himself in his pants, already feeling his cock stiffen from the anticipation.

You stretch and take a few breaths to get yourself in the zone.

You connect your phone to the speaker in the room then play the first song from your pole dancing playlist.

Once you feel confident and ready, you make eye contact with Sylus and begin to sway to the seductive music.

Although you took several classes in person, you have never performed for anyone before.

You begin to slowly whine your hips to the beat and spin while maneuvering around the pole.

With Sylus’ full attention focused on you, you can’t help but feel like a goddess.

Sylus’ gaze is practically searing your skin. You begin to perspire from the effort you’re putting into this performance. Feeling bold, you slide all the way down the pole until your thighs are flush with the floor. Then, you crawl towards Sylus.

Sylus sharply inhales and puts down his emptied glass on the side table as he eagerly awaits what’s to come.

When you reach him, you place your hands on his knees and slowly rise to your feet. You flash a mischievous smile at him before straddling his lap. Then you wind your arms around his neck and look into his eyes as you grind down hard onto his lap.

Your breath intermingles as you hypnotize him with your undulating hips. When your performance ends you are lightly panting, nervously awaiting to hear his thoughts.

Sylus is mesmerized by the gift you’ve just given him. And he can’t help but to cup the right side of your face before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Your lips glide against one another before you both have to pull away to catch your breath.

“Does that mean you enjoyed the show?”

“You were exquisite my sweetie,” he says as he places his hands under your thighs and rises from the chair. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the door of the room.

“Now, let me give you your prize for that outstanding performance.”

Zayne

Zayne is walking around downtown Linkon when something catches his eye. He sees someone that looks suspiciously like you in the window of a fitness class. He has eyes for no one else as he watched you swing effortlessly around the pole. Not wanting to be mistaken for a pervert, he only watches for a few more moments before continuing on his walk.

He ends up walking past his intended destination because he was lost in thought over what he saw. So many questions pop into his mind. Luckily it is Thursday, and he has plans with you this weekend.

Saturday morning finally arrives, and you are at Zayne’s door holding an assorted box of fruit flavored macaroons.

As you let yourself in with your key, you find Zayne washing dishes in his kitchen. He is lost in his thoughts because he doesn’t immediately notice you’ve come in. You place the macaroons on the kitchen counter before circling his waist with your arms and resting your head on his back.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says softly.

“I just arrived. A penny for your thoughts?”

He finishes washing the dish in his hand before he dries his hand on a clean dish towel. He untangles his body from yours so he can face you.

“I saw something interesting when I was taking a stroll in downtown Linkon earlier this week.”

“Oh? And what was so interesting that it’s stayed on your mind until now?”

Zayne pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as a light blush overtakes his cheekbones.

“I saw someone who looked exactly like you a few days ago. They could have been your doppelgänger.”

It doesn’t immediately register in your mind that he’s talking about you yet.

“Oh? And what was my twin doing?”

He clears his throat before continuing. “Pole dancing,” he says in a low tone.

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots.

“O-oh,” you say shakily.”

“It’s a new hobby that I picked up recently. I didn’t think you, my doctor, would complain about me building muscle,” you reply cheekily.

“It seems you misunderstood me. I am far from complaining. I do have a request though.”

“And what is that?”

“I request an encore performance, just for me. Considering your medical condition, it is not advisable to begin a new exercise routine without first consulting your doctor.” He says with the smallest grin on his face.

“When is your next available appointment? I had a pole installed in my apartment a week ago. We can conduct your assessment there.”

Rafayel

Rafayel comes across your knee pads and skimpy outfit when he visits your apartment one day.

“What kind of event calls for this outfit cutie?” He asks while holding up your short shorts and knee pads.

IMO Rafayel would be very curious about your pole dancing skills. He would teasingly request a demonstration of your skills and he’d be adorably flustered as he watches your body wind up, down and around the pole.

The man would be flabbergasted and turned on at this demonstration of strength and the expression of freedom as you perform for him.

The sensual nature of this private show is heavy in the room. He’s never seen you look so confident and carefree before. He lets out a weak moan as he watches you and begins to palm his erection through his dress pants.

As a result of your performance, his libido and creativity are at an all time high.

He would have a pole installed in his studio and call you over one day.

He would request that you to hold various poses for him as he attempts to capture the raw sensuality you exude.

Rafayel would get so worked up while he paints that his ever steady hand begins to shake. Before he is done, he is begging for you to use him for your own pleasure. Whether it be riding his face, his cock or his fingers. Any of those get him off because your pleasure is his.

This develops into a pleasurable cycle.

One, two, three paintings later result in Rafayel being desperate and needy for you. More so than he already was. He is never letting you go.

And the paintings of you begin to pile up in his studio. But they aren’t for sale of course, they are for his eyes only.

Because to Rafayel you are the most captivating work of art he’s ever seen, and he will not share this side of you with the rich schmucks that can afford his art.

Caleb

Caleb finds out about your new hobby during one of his visits to Linkon. Instead of heading to his apartment in Skyhaven, he came over to your apartment for a change of pace.

When he walks into your apartment, he is immediately greeted by the pole you had installed in your living room.

He playfully raises his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side as he says, “I didn’t know you have this in you pipsqueak.”

You shrug and say, “I’m not a kid anymore Caleb.”

He slowly eyes you up and down. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. How exactly did you start this new hobby?”

As you explain that you got into pole dancing for fun and strength building Caleb is nodding along with your reasoning.

“Strength building huh? Show me what you’ve learned so far princess.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. But you eventually agree then go change into the performance outfit that gives you the most confidence.

Caleb is already feeling flustered when he sees the skimpy outfit you changed into. He has tried not to act on his long held crush but today may push him past his limit.

As you stretch you wonder if this is crossing the line for what is acceptable to do with a childhood friend/pseudo brother figure. Although you’ve denied it on multiple occasions, your feelings for Caleb lost their innocence well before this moment.

You grab your bluetooth speaker and turn on some music. As you lock gazes with Caleb you feel like this is the point of no return.

Caleb looks suspiciously comfortable seated on your living room couch, thighs spread wide and arms resting on the back of the sofa.

You gaze trails away from him as you close your eyes to get yourself into the zone. After taking a deep breath, you begin to strut around the pole. You seamlessly transition into a routine that you’ve practiced multiple times. But today it feels different, somehow more intimate because Caleb is watching you.

You lose yourself in the music as you climb the pole and twirl slowly down it. You feel so seductive in this moment as you lock eyes with Caleb and take in his reaction.

Caleb was already attracted to you because how could he not be? But tonight, he is struggling to hold back his possessive urges to stake his claim on you. In his mind, you have always been his and tonight he’s going to make sure you know it.

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish your routine before he activates his evol and pulls you right into his lap. His violet eyes were filled with lust as he takes in the surprised look on your face.

You are shook to say the least. Caleb doesn’t use his evol on you often, and when he has it was never for something like this. The tension between you two is thick as you look into each other’s eyes.

“I take it that you liked the show?”

“I’m sure you can feel how much I enjoyed it princess. From now on think I’ll be crashing at your place whenever I’m in town,” he says before pulling you into a messy kiss.

Xavier

Xavier finds out about your new hobby from overhearing a conversation you were having with Tara and Simone.

From the brief snippets he heard, it seemed like something you were really excited about. It made him wonder why you haven’t mentioned it to him yet. Since you two talk practically every day there have been plenty of opportunities to do so.

A few weeks pass before Xavier feels like he’s given you enough time. He decides to bring it up while you two laze around his apartment.

“I heard you talking to your coworkers about your new hobby.”

You choke on your boba tea.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah,” he answers breezily. “What is it?”

“I’m learning how to pole dance. It utilizes multiple muscle groups and I like how it makes me feel.”

Xavier is shocked but he doesn’t let it show on his face. “How does it make you feel?”

You whisper out “Strong…and beautiful.”

Xavier hums lightly at your answer.

“Are you allowed to record yourself in the classes you take?”

“I would have to check. But, I had a pole installed in my apartment a few days ago.”

A small smile appeared on Xavier’s face. “Can you show me your moves bunny?”

You send a flirtatious smile his way before standing up and walking towards his front door.

Let’s just say that Xavier is mystified by your hips. You show out for him just to see what causes him to lose his composure. It happens to be the moment that you slide down the pole, proceed to stand up and swivel your hips in a figure eight motion that does it.

Xavier flashes over to the pole, grabs you, then sits back on the couch while holding you in his lap. “Continue dancing,” is all he says in the commanding tone that makes your heart quiver. When you look in his eyes you realize you may have pushed him too hard.

You gyrate in his lap as you hold his gaze, charmed by his blue eyes that have darkened with lust.

His thumbs are digging into your hips, holding you in place. As if you’re trying to escape.

Xavier would 100% whisper some nasty shit into your ear while you continue to grind on him. Once he’s had enough let’s just say that your bed frame and pussy never recovered ♡.

[kanakori]

here's this scene suggested by @jacksprostate

i have the car scene subtitled but i have to compress it before posting

(these were so high quality before they had to be massacred for tumblr ue ue ue)

[thewritingrowlet]

The Outing Trip pt. 3, ft. tripleS Xinyu, Dahyun, Nakyoung

tags: deepthroat, creampie, squirting, first time anal, anal creampie, cheating (again), FFM, girl-on-girl (just a bit)

word count: ~9k

author's note: this took a bit longer than I had anticipated, but I hope it's satisfactory nonetheless. I plan to write another tripleS fic based on one of the ideas in my inbox, please look forward to it.

-

You’re ready to send Xinyu back to her room after giving her a shower and making sure that she’s presentable should anyone see her on the way back. “I’m glad I didn’t mark you; it’d be awkward if someone saw you running around with hickeys on your neck”, you comment as you comb her hair. “I mean, I have concealers”, she says, “but I get your point”.

You go in for a quick good night kiss before she leaves. “Can I ask what you’re doing with the video?”, you question her. Xinyu shows you a cheeky smile, “you’ll see soon enough—I promise I won’t leak it, oppa”. You make her do a pinky promise before sending her away, “I love you, baby—we’ll be going over their essays tomorrow morning, okay? Good night”. Xinyu waves at you as she’s leaving the room, “love you more, oppa. Good night”.

-

You woke up at 4 am, way before your alarm had the chance to buzz. You feel refreshed even though you didn’t sleep as much as you usually do, and you have Xinyu to thank for that; “sex is the best thing to do before sleep, oppa”, she said some time ago. You decide to spend the time by exercising, maybe do a shootaround if you’re lucky. As you enter the resort’s gym, you see a basketball sitting on a rack by its lonesome, and you’re tempted to skip warmup and mess around with it, but you don’t want to risk getting a cramp. You decide to take the ball with you to make sure no one steals it from you.

You start the treadmill at the lowest speed and walk on it for 5 minutes before increasing the speed and repeating it until you reach your walking speed limit to make sure that your body is fully awake before you do anything else. You then get off the treadmill and lift some weights, adding the weight after each two eight-count reps until you reach 80 kg.

“Surely that’s enough warmup; time to have fun now. What do you guys think?”, you ask the empty gym and get no answer, “great minds think alike, hey?”. You feel excited to be able to play basketball after not having played for months; “I hope I don’t miss too much; that’d be embarrassing—not that there’s anyone watching”, you utter. “I’m watching”, a girl says behind you, and you almost pass out from the shock. “What the fuck are you doing, Dahyun-ah?”, you ask her. “I always wake up around this time, oppa—what are you doing?”, she points at you. “Just trying to move my body a bit; we’ve been sitting a lot, haven’t we?”, you shrug, “how did you know I’m here, though?”. “I was on my phone when I heard your door open and close again, so I decided to check and sneakily followed you here”, she says, “please, start doing whatever you came here for”.

You stand on the free throw line and take your first shot, making it go through cleanly with the help of muscle memory. “Whoo!”, Dahyun cheers you, “more, oppa!”. You’d be lying if you said that her cheers don’t excite you, as you’re smiling like a kid after making each shot from the same spot. After consistently making a handful of shots from the line, you move to the top of the key and attempt the first long range shot of the day. Time seemingly slows down as the ball leaves your hand and makes its way to the rim, your eyes locked on to it the whole time. The satisfying sound the nylon nets makes when the ball goes through the rim makes you feel like you’re about to bust, and you’re met with Dahyun’s loud cheer. “My God, you’re such a do-it-all, aren’t you?”, she says.

You pick up the ball and looks at Dahyun with a smile. You see that she has ditched her jacket and undone the first few buttons of her pajama top; her cleavage exposed for you to see. You pretend to not see it, but Dahyun bends backwards just enough to make you drool; “I thought you’ve promised to not do this again ever? Do not betray Xinyu, boy”, the angel on your shoulder warns you. You try your hardest to shake off the thoughts and focus on playing basketball again.

-

“Oppa, you’re so fucking hot”, Dahyun says as you walk up to her, your T-shirt drenched in sweat. “I smell, though”, you sniff your armpits, “oh, God, that is foul”. Dahyun gets on her tippy toes right in your face, getting dangerously close to you, “I haven’t had your cock in my pussy, oppa; when will you give it to me? Do I not deserve it, oppa?”. You take a deep breath and think about your options. That is, until you hear a familiar voice in your head; “go on, son; give her what she wants”, the devil says, “you don’t want to waste this opportunity, do you?”. You take a few seconds of silence and wait for the angel to make a counter argument, but you hear none—he’s probably busy trying to find the biggest hammer to smack you in the back of the head with; “okay, fine; you want it? Come get it”, you say to Dahyun.

You take off your soaked T-shirt before sitting down on the bench next to Dahyun. She then moves to straddle your lap and comes in for a kiss. “We need to talk as soon as we leave this place, sweetie”, you say to her. “Mmh, sure”, Dahyun says as she moves to kneel between your legs, “give it to me, oppa—please, I can’t wait any more”. You take off your shorts along with your boxers, and your cock jumps out and smacks Dahyun in the face. You mutter a soft “sorry” to her, but she dismisses it, “getting hit in the face with a cock is my favorite pastime”.

Dahyun parts her lips and wrap them around your cock, making you let out a low moan at the first contact. You pet her head softly as she’s busy taking your cock deep, “good job, sweetie; keep going, okay?”. Dahyun, hearing your approval, goes straight down and stuffs her throat with your cock without gagging; an incredible feat, all things considered. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetie?”, you say to her between moans. Feeling suffocated, however, Dahyun removes your cock from her throat with a sharp gasp and falls backwards onto her butt. “Holy fuck, oppa”, she says, her chin painted with spit, “I can’t; I’m sorry”. You pull her into your lap and peck her cheek, “it’s okay, sweetie; you tried your best. Let’s catch our breaths for now, okay?”. Dahyun nods and tucks her head under your chin as she tries to compose herself.

“Oppa, can I put it in?”, she asks you after getting herself together. Your heart rate instantly spikes thanks to her question, and you’re not entirely sure if you’ll let her do it. Dahyun, seeing you be unresponsive, asks again, “please, oppa; I’ll make it worthwhile for you”. You look at her right in the eyes and see her genuine desperation, so you agree to her request for sex. “We need to be quick, though, sweetie”, you say to her.

Dahyun lifts her butt off your lap just enough so that she can put your cock in her pussy. She lets out a long moan as she slowly sits down on your cock. “S-so big—ah-ah, fuck”, she says when your shaft is fully inside her. “Come on, sweetie; let’s do this”, you whisper to her ear, and she replies to you with a nod. You hold Dahyun by the waist and thrust up roughly, making her yelp loudly in surprise. “Oppa—ngh, fuck—yes-yes, I love it”, she chants softly into your ears. Dahyun’s ability to control her volume during sex is admirable—Xinyu would just scream as loud as she could if given even the slightest chance.

You keep bouncing Dahyun on your cock until Dahyun calls for a timeout. “Oppa, please—angh-ah—stop for a moment”, she says. “You okay?”, you ask while panting, exhaustion finally catching on. Dahyun pants a few times before answering, “I-I’m so close, oppa”. You’re confused; if she’s so close, why would she want to take a break? Wouldn’t it be better to keep going until she reaches her orgasm? “I want to make sure if you’re close too; I-I want to cum with you”, she says. “Aha, that’s why”, you think to yourself, “if you can keep gripping me like this, I’ll cum soon”.

You stand up from the bench and hook her legs with your arms. “You ready? We’ll cum together, sweetie”, you say to Dahyun. She gives you a nod, thus you start smashing your cock into her pussy roughly to get yourself and Dahyun to the finish line before people start waking up. The rough fucking, combined with the unfavorable position, makes Dahyun scream loudly—you silently wish you had another hand to cover her mouth and stifle her screams with.

“I’M CUMMING!”, Dahyun shrieks before biting her lips to mute the sound. Dahyun’s body starts shaking violently as orgasm takes her to the sky, removing your cock from her pussy in the process. You hear the slosh of her juice hit the wooden floor underneath you. “Do you always squirt, sweetie?”, you ask her. “Ngh, fuck—o-only when I’m with you”, she answers, “I-I don’t squirt when I touch myself”. You free her from your arms and have her stand up next to you so that she doesn’t step in the puddle.

You move her hair that is covering half her face before giving her a peck in the forehead; “I’m glad I can please you”, you say to her. Dahyun smiles in gratitude before coming in for a fleeting kiss. “What about you, oppa? You didn’t cum”, she asks, seemingly concerned about your pleasure. “Don’t worry about me, sweetie; I’ll figure something out. I’ll see you after your team building, okay?”, you say to her. Dahyun tidies her clothes and leaves you alone in the empty gym. You wipe Dahyun’s little puddle with the dry part of your T-shirt; “people should think this is sweat”, you say to yourself.

You text Xinyu as you’re leaving the gym, telling her that you want to have a little bit of morning sexbefore essay review. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there”, she replies.Xinyu is standing in front of your room when you arrive. Seeing that you’re shirtless, Xinyu bites her bottom lip sensually. “God, you’re so hot, oppa”, she comments as you drag her into your room.

Guilt starts creeping up on you as you watch Xinyu take off her clothes, “I can’t believe I called Xinyu to finish Dahyun’s job—fuck”. You’re lost in the sea of thoughts until Xinyu throws you a lifebuoy, “oppa, are you okay? Thinking about something?”. “I’m sorry, love”, you deflect, “something came to mind—it’s okay, though; it’s not important”. You pull Xinyu into your lap before expressing your love, and you’re trying your hardest to maintain your boner despite the surge of guilt and uncertainty.

“Oppa, you don’t seem to be in the correct state of mind for this”, Xinyu says, “talk to me, please”. You decide to tell her about your relationship with Dahyun without revealing too much detail; “Dahyun-ie has been chasing me around, Xinyu-yah. She’s said multiple times that she likes me, a-and I don’t know how to act”. You close your eyes and brace yourself for a hard slap from Xinyu, but it never lands. “Is that why you cried in front of Professor Kim, oppa? Because you didn’t know how you could please us both at the same time?”, she asks, her tone soft as silk. You answer her question with a nod, “I wasn’t sure if I could talk to you about it, so I kept it to myself. That is, until Dahyun pressed on and proposed to be my side chick, and I didn’t know what to do”. Xinyu holds your head with both hands and kisses you, “we’ll talk about this again soon, okay? Do you still want to have sex?”. You let Xinyu go from your embrace wordlessly, and she starts putting on her clothes again. “There’s nothing to worry about, oppa; I still love you and will continue to love you”, she says.

Xinyu pulls you into bed and lies down on your body, “let’s cuddle until breakfast time, oppa”. She is really doing her best to comfort you and remind you how much she loves you, and despite knowing that she means well, it makes you feel more and more guilty for giving Dahyun even the smallest chance to be with you—cock-in-pussy sex isn’t small, though; let’s be for real for a second. “Oppa, say something, please”, she says while poking your stomach playfully. “I love you, baby”, you say to her, “I love you so much”. Xinyu looks at you and shows you her cute smile, which you adore so much, “I love you too, oppa”.

-

After having breakfast with everyone at the resort’s restaurant, you head back to your room with Xinyu and invite Nakyoung and the ministers over for essay review. “Welcome, guys”, Xinyu greets them as they enter the room. Aecha immediately hugs Xinyu and starts sobbing, “my brother’s platelet level is dropping, Xinyu-yah, and-and I-I want to go home—let me go home, please”. Xinyu looks at you over her shoulder and you nod to her in approval. “Of course, Aecha-yah. We’ll find you a bus after this, okay?”, Xinyu says.

Everyone sits in a circle on the floor to review project ideas the recruits have come up with yesterday. Aecha says that she has chosen her top 2 and hands them to Nakyoung—Aecha has always been the diligent one, and the fact that Jaehwan is sick motivated her to work faster so that she can leave sooner. Xinyu whispers to you and asks for permission to take Aecha for a walk. “Go on, baby; try and make Aecha feel better, okay?”, you give Xinyu your approval.

After Xinyu and Aecha leave, you and the others start going over the essays on your laptops and tablets, breaking them down one by one and determining if it can be implemented in the future. You hear Nakyoung laugh as she reads an essay. “This one is similar to the project that made Xinyu cry back then”, Nakyoung tells you, “surely you won’t approve, right, oppa?”. “Let’s put that to the side for now; I need to hear Xinyu’s opinion before we can decide if want to throw that into the bin”, you say to her.

-

Xinyu ended up not returning to the meeting, knocking on your door about an hour after the review had finished. “Hi, oppa”, she says in a low-spirited voice, “Aecha is on the bus heading to the city”. “No wonder you two didn’t return—thanks for taking care of her, baby”, you say to her. Xinyu drags you to the bed and sits on your lap, “Aecha was quite adamant about going home, so I thought I might as well help her go home”. You peck her forehead in praise, “you did very well, baby; I’m proud of you. Did you check on the others, by the way? Are they done with team building?”. “Actually, I talked with Dahyun-ie”, she reveals, “I know about your little romance”. “Ah, fuck”, you say in your head, “I’m so fucking dead”.

“Yah, are you listening or not?”, Xinyu gets off your lap and calls out to you, snapping you out of your silence. You dare not look at her in the eyes, “y-yes, I am, baby”. She slaps you with all her might, and you hear a sob after. “Don’t call me that, Jung Jisung—you fucking lied to me”, she says as tears run down her cheeks, “sightseeing? Really?”. You can’t come up with anything else but an apology, and you know full well that it isn’t enough. “Tell me what happened on the ferry—go on, lie to me again; I fucking dare you”, she threatens. “I, um, I got a blowjob from Dahyun-ie”, you confess, still not looking at her in the eyes. “What happened to your honesty, hm? Did you throw it into the sea or something? Did you send it down to her throat along with your cum?”, she asks in disbelief as she breaks down in tears. You try to approach her slowly, but Xinyu retreats and looks at you in disgust. “Baby, I’m sorry” is the only sentence you managed to come up with. “I don’t want to talk to you; I’m leaving”, Xinyu says as she walks out of the door, leaving you alone to simmer in regret and shame.

You hear some rapid knocks on the door, and you see through the hole that it’s Nakyoung, seemingly mad about something. She slaps you in the cheek forcefully as soon as you open the door. “Fuck you”, she says after the slap, “you broke her heart, you fucking asshole”. If this were any normal situation, you’d be hurt by the manner of her speech, but considering the events prior, you’re more shameful than offended. “I’m sorry”, you say to her. “I don’t want your apology, but I want you to be a man and fix this mess—are we clear?”, she delivers her demand while pressing her index finger on your chest, her eyes fiery. Seeing that you’re not answering, she asks again if you understand her words. “Yes, I understand”, you say, letting out a depressed sigh after.

Nakyoung leaves after delivering her demands, slamming the door as she does. You feel your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket as you’re getting back to bed.

[🍒] I’m sorry I ruined it for you I’m so sorry I’ll leave you two alone from now on I’m sorry for everything

No matter how much Dahyun feels guilty, you’re still the one at fault for falling for the devil’s deception and hurting your beloved girlfriend who, quote, “has been with you through storms and tranquility”. “Ah, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid”, you slap yourself in the forehead, “fuck, Xinyu, I’m so sorry, baby”. “The audacity to call her ‘baby’ after all this bullshit you’ve pulled”, the angel returns with an insult, and you hope that he has found a sledgehammer to smash your head in with.

You muster up the courage and text Professor Kim, hoping that she’ll allow you to talk to her and ask for counsel. She calls you a few minutes after you sent the text. “Hello, president. You want to talk about something?”, she asks. “Hello, professor”, you greet her, “um, Xinyu has found out about my little stunt and now she’s livid—I’ve taken two slaps in the cheeks, professor”. “No hard feelings, Jisung-ah, but I think you deserve it”, she says, almost in a mocking tone—one that you deserve, “I’m guessing you’re now wondering how you can fix this”. You involuntarily shed a tear, “yes, madam, I am; any clues? I’ve apologized, by the way”. The professor sighs over the phone, “well, I suggest letting things run their course for now; I imagine Xinyu needs some time before she’ll allow you to approach her again—what about the other girl?”. You tell Professor Kim that Dahyun has apologized over text and promised to leave you alone, and it presumably satisfies her. “Yeah, just give Xinyu some space for now. That’s all I have to say”, she says. You thank her for letting you call her and hang up the phone after.

You’re now lying in bed, using all your brain cells to come up with a plan to make it up to Xinyu. One brain cell suggests giving her flowers, and as tempting as it sounds, you’re not sure if a bouquet wrapped with a big ribbon saying “I’m sorry” will convey your feelings properly—the last thing you want is for Xinyu to think that you’re taking this lightly, which you are not. You look around the room for ideas, and you see a small piece of paper and a pencil next to it sitting on the table. “Ah, I should try writing a letter to Xinyu”, you say to yourself. You sit at the table and start stringing words together thoughtfully using two of the oldest tools known to man.

“Dear Xinyu

Hello, this is Jung Jisung

Before I begin, please allow me to call you by these names for now as I don’t know if I’ll get to do it again.

I’m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. I understand that I did such a horrific job of being the man in this relationship; lying to you and hurting you    by yearning for something that was never appropriate for me. If you, my love, were willing to forgive me and take me back in your arms, I would be more than grateful—more than mere words can express—but considering how hurt you are because of me, I dare not hope, no matter how much I want to.

I love you, and I’m sorry for hurting you.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Yours always,

Jung Jisung”

After writing the letter, you fold the paper in half and write your signature on the cover and a small heart that you fill in with pencil. You put the letter on your chest and pray that Xinyu can sense the sincerity and honesty in the words. You then start walking out of your room and towards Xinyu and Nakyoung’s on the other side of the corridor.

You slide the letter through the bottom gap and knock a few times. Seeing that you get no response after standing in front of their door for a minute, you turn in the other direction and start walking back towards your room. You’ve taken around a dozen steps when you hear a door swing open behind you and feel someone crash into you and wrap their arms around you while crying. “Oppa”, the quivering voice steals your attention, “I love you—fuck—I love you so much, oppa”. Hearing the familiar voice makes you shed a tear, and you turn around for a hug. “I love you too, Xinyu-yah. I’m so sorry for hurting you, my love”, you say as tears start running down your cheeks. You and Xinyu cry in each other’s arms, showing each other how real the feelings you have for each other are. You finally compose yourself after a few minutes and invite her to your room for privacy. Xinyu agrees to your idea, so you carry her in your arms and rush towards your room.

You sit down in the middle of the bed with Xinyu in your arms, and you fire all the “I love you” and “I’m sorry” bullets in your magazine. “I’ve been waiting for you to knock on the door for so long, oppa; I was sitting behind the door when you slid that letter, you know”, she says, her voice trembling from the emotions. “I’m so sorry, love; I was so busy trying to come up with an apology”, you say to her before pecking her head, “I’m so sorry, baby”. Xinyu bursts out crying again, seemingly overwhelmed with feelings, “please, please don’t hurt me like that again—I’m begging you, oppa; I don’t want to hate you”. “I won’t, baby—cross my heart”, you deliver a promise to her, one that you plan on never breaking as long as you two are alive.

After regaining composure, Xinyu moves to sit on your lap and puts her hands on your shoulders. “Oppa, why did you lie to me? You, of all people, lied to me, oppa—I thought we agreed to be honest to each other?”, she says, her tone heightening in disbelief. “I’m so sorry, love; the only answer I can give you is that I was thinking with my penis and not my brain”, you give Xinyu the frankest answer you can think of. “If-if by any chance you were bored with our sex, oppa, you could’ve just told me and I would’ve come up with something to spice it up. I-I’ll do whatever you want me to, you know that, right?”, she says. You shake your head in denial, “I promise you it was not about sex at all, love; I’m always satisfied and happy with what we usually do. I just happened to let lust fill my head and control my actions, which is never acceptable for a man to do, and for that I sincerely apologize”. Xinyu seems to be satisfied with your answer, as she rewards you with a peck on the lips before tucking her head under your chin. “I love you, oppa. Don’t lie to me again, please; being lied to fucking hurts”, she says.

-

You ask Xinyu if she wants to go to the restaurant and get some food after she has regained calmness, and in typical Zhou Xinyu fashion, she accepts your offer without thinking twice. You see Nakyoung outside her room as you’re walking towards the restaurant together with Xinyu. “Oh, hey, look at you, holding hands like a happy couple—you’ve sorted out your dissent, haven’t you?”, she comments with a smile of relief. You smile and nod, “yeah, Xinyu was kind enough to forgive me and give me the chance to redeem myself”. “That’s nice to hear”, Nakyoung says, “so where are you going now? I know we have some time to kill before announcing the essay winners”. You tell her that you’re going to the restaurant, and Nakyoung asks if she can tag along. “Like you’ve never done that before, Miss Secretary”, you say in playful mockery, earning a light smack of annoyance from Nakyoung.

Xinyu and Nakyoung say they want to have crispy chicken steak and fries, so you get the same thing as them to save time. “Oh, wow, look at that!”, Xinyu excitedly claps her hands when she sees the waiter set the food on the table. Seeing Xinyu be happy brings joy to your heart and reminds you to stay loyal and honest to her. “Haha, Jisung-oppa is smiling like a dummy”, Nakyoung teases you. Xinyu smiles at you softly while reaching out to hold your hand, “I love you, oppa—please don’t lie to me again”. You know that speaking will make you emotional, so you reply to her with a loving smile and a finger heart.

-

You head towards the hall with Xinyu after the lunch-dinner—petition to call it “lunner”—while Nakyoung opts to take a walk around the resort. “Oppa, wait”, Xinyu calls out to you while looking at her phone, “Chanwoo just texted me; he said that Jungwoo-oppa just fought someone again”. “Shin Jungwoo?”, you sigh, “we’ll call him later, babe; let him catch his breath for now—did Chanwoo say anything about the other guy, though?”. Xinyu shows you her chat with Chanwoo, “he fought a bully, oppa. Apparently, Professor Bae knows about this as well”.

You sit in the front row with Xinyu next to you, sharing laughs and giggles with her, rejoicing in the mended relationship. You make a joke that Xinyu finds to be exceptionally funny, causing her to laugh out loud while clapping her hands in amusement. As you wait for her laugh to die down, you see Dahyun open the door in the corner of your eyes. You turn your head slightly to make eye contact, but Dahyun evades it and disappears behind the door. It’s unfortunate that it had to end like this, but you’d like to think that this is the best possible outcome as you’re now in Xinyu’s arms again, as self-centered as it sounds. You silently promise to make it right to Dahyun and cut your ties properly—possibly tearily.

Nakyoung takes the stage after everyone has gathered in the hall. “Good evening, everyone. We will be announcing the 3 teams that have come up with the best ideas and those 3 teams will do a presentation right here, right now—we’ve asked you to prepare for a presentation, haven’t we?”, she says, her voice heard through the speakers. Nakyoung then proceeds to announce the top 3 and congratulates each team as they come up to the stage. Nakyoung tells them to do rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of presentation before giving up her spot on the stage and sitting down.

Reading is cool and all, but it doesn’t allow you to hear the rationale behind every word that is written. An idea that might look uninteresting on paper can turn out to be exciting when you know the thought process behind it, as proven by the number 2 team, who has come up with a seemingly mundane idea of visiting an elementary school nearby and participating in teaching 1st and 2nd graders. They had read this journal that spoke of increasing student’s learning stimulus in class and decided that they wanted to try it out themselves. “The university might get positive publicity, but more importantly, we aim to be able to help the teachers and students, since we believe that education—especially in elementary—should not be dull”, the speaker says. The speaker and friends look at you, hoping that you’ll say something positive, and honestly, you’re already sold on the idea. You don’t want to jump the gun and ruin it for the next team, opting to start collective claps with the audience instead.

You’re struggling to focus on the last team since the second one has already managed to steal your heart. “I need you to pay attention on this one, baby; I’m already sold on the previous one”, you whisper to Xinyu. She pinches your thigh in annoyance, “you can’t be biased like that, oppa”. You want to make a counter argument, but Nakyoung pinches your other thigh firmly, forcing you to focus back on the presentation.

Not only does time fly by when it’s spent with your loved ones, but also when you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. One minute you were (loosely) listening to the presentation, next minute you see Nakyoung end the session and send everyone to their rooms. “I swear, initiation trips did not used to go by this quickly”, you say to Xinyu. “Yeah, well, we were the ones doing these assignments back then, and now we’re the ones sitting back—the cycle never ends, oppa”, she says. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. So, what now?”, you ask the two girls in front of you. “You said that we’d call Jungwoo-oppa”, Xinyu reminds you of your promise from earlier. Nakyoung, who used to have a crush on Jungwoo, asked in curious worry as to why you’re calling Jungwoo. “He fought someone earlier, Naky-yah; we need to check up on him”, you explain briefly to her.

The three of you rush to your bedroom and sit on the floor in a circle. You find Jungwoo’s name on your phone and call him, and he picks up after two rings. “Good evening, this is Shin Jungwoo”, he says over the phone. “Good evening to you as well, this is Jung Jisung. Where are you, man?”, you ask him. “I’m at a burger shop with someone—Yooyeon-ie just left, by the way”, he says, “can I help you, president?”. You proceed to ask him about the rumors, and he explains that a group of freshmen has been bullying a fellow freshman and that he fought one of the bullies. “We can’t keep defending you, man”, you say to Jungwoo. Impatient, Nakyoung steals your phone from you and cuts off Jungwoo mid-sentence, “oppa! Oppa, are you okay? Are you hurt? You need to stop fighting people, seriously”. Jungwoo doesn’t recognize Nakyoung’s voice at first, thus making Nakyoung seemingly irritated. Jungwoo then promises to talk about this again when you come back and bring the victim, a girl named Kim Suyeon, along and introduce her to you.

Nakyoung starts letting out tears as soon as Jungwoo ends the call, her old feelings for him resurfacing after being buried for nearly two years. “I’m proud of him for standing up against bullying, but sometimes I wish he wouldn’t let his fists fly so easily”, Nakyoung says as she wipes her tears. Xinyu hugs Nakyoung from the side and offers comfort while you hope that Jungwoo would stop fighting bullies, no matter how big of an example he’s made of these assholes. You also sympathize with Nakyoung, who used to have a crush on Jungwoo and only “leaving” him because she got scared after seeing him knock someone out with her own eyes. “Let’s convince him to become an advocate against bullying instead of a fighter, okay?”, you pat Nakyoung’s shoulder softly to calm her.

Nakyoung jumps off the bed and leaves your room, citing that she needs some fresh air. Xinyu turns to you in confusion, “u-uh, sure; I-I’ll see you later, Naky-yah”. You sigh in exhaustion as one more huge wave crashes into you. “I need to lie down; my head hurts”, you complain. Xinyu climbs your body and sprays your face with kisses, “oh, no, no, no—headache, leave my Jisung-oppa alone!”. You chuckle at her little aegyo, “you’re so cute, baby”. Xinyu covers her cheeks to hide her tomato cheeks, “aw, please don’t say that; I-I’m just trying to help”. You get up to a sitting position with Xinyu on your lap; “I’m so thankful for you, baby. I’m so sorry for hurting you”, you say to her, sounding as sincere as possible. “I was going to forgive you regardless of whether you’d apologize or not”, Xinyu says as she grabs something out of her pocket, “this letter helped me, um, get over it, I guess”.

You put a hand on Xinyu’s nape, and she immediately goes in for a kiss to tell you that she has forgiven you and accepted you in her arms again. “Hurt her again and I’ll smash your penis and balls with this hammer”, the angel delivers an ultimatum, and you dare not ignore it. Xinyu breaks the kiss with a gasp, “fuck, I can’t take it anymore”. You look at her with raised eyebrows, and that is when Xinyu pulls her T-shirt over her head and throws it away, “take me, oppa—please, I’m desperate”. It’s crazy to think how Xinyu relies on you heavily for everything, from assignments to sexual pleasure. You reach behind her back and unlatch her bra quickly before palming her tits.

Xinyu seems to be very impatient, as she humps your crotch even though the both of you still have joggers on. You pinch her nipples in response, “you need to be patient, love”. “O-oppa”, she says, throwing her head back in thirst and frustration, “please, make me yours again”. You lay her down on the bed and take your clothes off swiftly. You grab the waistband of her joggers and see the wet spot on her crotch, “horny much, baby girl?”. She wants to express with words how horny she is, but since her head has been taken over by lust, she only manages to come up with unintelligible sounds.

You get in between her legs after taking off her panties, ready to plunge into her warm cavern. “Baby, I’m going in”, you say to her, and Xinyu closes her eyes in response. As much as you’re tempted to tease her with your fingers, you don’t want to wait any longer, resulting in you diving deep into her right away. “Oppa, kiss me please”, she says, her arms reaching out to hug you. Xinyu uses her long limbs to secure you in place as soon as you lean forward for a hug and a kiss. Despite being stuck in a love lock, you’re still able to move your hips and fuck her at a consistent pace, earning soft bites and moans from Xinyu.

 “Oppa, I’ve missed you”, she says between her soft moans, “I’ve missed your cock”. You laugh internally considering that you did in fact had sex with her yesterday, but you don’t want to ruin the mood thus replying to her with a deep groan. “You’re so warm and tight, princess—so fucking good”, you praise her as you start fucking her faster. “Yes-yes—oh, fuck! Please, oppa, fuck me; I’m your good girl”, she says, her voice shaky from your fast thrusts. You gather your strength and use it to fuck her deep and fast, aiming to make her cum in the next few minutes.

Your plan works, as she announces into your ear that she’s about to explode. Xinyu tightens her grip on your cock, squeezing you hard, as if trying to milk your cum out of you. As a result, you blow your load into Xinyu with no prior consent from her. “I came as well; sorry, love”, you say to her. “N-no”, she deflects, ”I—fuck—I’m glad we came together, oppa”. You put your lips on her forehead as the both of you ride the high of orgasm together. “Oppa, my lips are down here”, she says softly with a chuckle. You reply to her chuckle with your own as you move down to kiss her passionately.

Xinyu releases you from her strangling limbs and you immediately fall to the side in exhaustion. “I’m spent, oppa; take care of me, please”, she says as she moves to hug you from the side. “I came inside you without asking, love”, you say to her in an apologetic voice. Xinyu palms your limp cock and strokes it softly, “that means I’m officially yours again, oppa. Thank you for taking me back in your arms”. You peck the top of her head and tell her that it was supposed to be your line. “I love you, oppa—we didn’t catch the cum drip on video, though”, she says. You ask her what she’s doing with that video, but she refuses to answer properly, saying that you “need to be patient” and that you “will find out soon enough”. You’re not entirely satisfied with her answer, but you hope that it won’t end up terribly for you and Xinyu.

-

You were half asleep when you heard two different voices near you, presumably discussing something. “Are you sure he consents to this?”, one of them says. “I’m 99% sure”, the other says. You slowly open your eyes and see two figures standing side-by-side in front of the bed. “Who are you?”, you say as you rub your eyes. “Why, I’m your girlfriend, of course”, Xinyu says, confirming her presence in the room. The other person greets you, and hearing it sends shock throughout your body. “Kim Nakyoung? What are you—yo, I’m naked; cover your eyes!”, you say, your tone high in disbelief. “Respectfully, oppa, I like the sight—never seen you like this before; damn, you’re so hot”, Nakyoung says, letting out a giggle after.

“Nakyoung-ie has been longing for a man’s touch, oppa”, Xinyu explains, “I figured you could help”. “Are you sure?”, you ask her, “you didn’t forget what had happened earlier, did you?”. “I consent this time”, Xinyu answers, “please, oppa, help a girl out, please”. Xinyu even said “please” twice, probably without realizing it, and you can only let out a sigh. “I’m only doing this because Xinyu consents, just so we’re clear—I’ve hurt her enough”, you say. Xinyu claps her hands in excitement, “you’re the best, oppa!”.

You get off the bed and stand in front of Nakyoung, “what are we thinking?”. Nakyoung takes a few steps back and starts undressing herself. Xinyu, who has always had the image of someone who plays for both sides, proves her “open-mindedness” by kissing Nakyoung’s neck until Nakyoung pushes her away. “Don’t mark me, Xinyu-yah”, Nakyoung says. You pinch Xinyu’s cheek lightly for her clumsiness before turning to Nakyoung to peck her lips. “I need to hear your explicit consent”, you say to her. Nakyoung puts her hand up like she was testifying, “I, with no doubt in my mind, consent to everything we’re about to do tonight”. You chuckle at her words, “everything, hm? Let’s see how far you think ‘everything’ is”.

You hold Nakyoung’s hands and pull her into your lap as you sit on the end of the bed. You see in the corner of your sight that Xinyu has found comfort on the armchair, watching the both of you like a cuckold. Nakyoung takes your hands and guides them to her bare breasts, “what do you think of them, oppa?”. You take her tits in your hands and softly squeeze them, “so soft, Naky-yah; I like it”. Nakyoung looks at Xinyu quickly before looking back at you, “ac-actually, I-I want to be called by pet names, oppa”. Her words sting your heart; you used to call Dahyun by pet names behind Xinyu’s back, and now Nakyoung wants you to do the same in front of Xinyu. You glance at Xinyu and see her nod in approval. “Alright, sweetie”, you comply to her request, “are you ready for this?”.

You lie down in bed after Nakyoung shows you the green light, your cock pointing to the ceiling in front of her stomach. “That’s so fucking big”, she comments as she starts stroking your cock. The softness of her hands makes you think that maybe she has put on some lotion or the sort, “your hands are so soft, sweetie”. Nakyoung smiles shyly, “um, Xinyu gave me a bunch of tips before this, and this is the result”. “Before this? How long have you guys been planning for this?”, you ask, bewildered. “Been a while, actually—the cum video was my idea, by the way”, Nakyoung reveals, her hands still busy stroking your cock. You turn your eyes towards Xinyu, and she winks at you while smiling.

Nakyoung moves her head, hovering centimeters over your cock. “Oppa, look at me, please”, she says. You make and maintain eye contact with her as she parts her lips and slowly go down on your cock, choking halfway to your pelvis. The little mishap causes her to remove your cock from her mouth, gasping sharply as she does. “Fuck, how does Xinyu manage to do this all the time?”, Nakyoung comments. “It took her a few months to get used to me, Naky-yah; I don’t mean to overstep but if you want to be like her, you’ll need a lot of practice”, you say to her. “I can be your side girl, oppa—if Xinyu allows it, that is”, she says, replicating Dahyun’s line from some time ago. You’re stunned; you’re not sure how much Nakyoung and Xinyu know, thus you’re unsure about how to respond aside from a fake groan to deflect her proposal.

Nakyoung returns to the task at hand (literally) and take your cock in her mouth again. She seems to have made it her goal to reach your pelvis, as proven by how she keeps going down, fighting her gag reflex in the process. She finally reaches the bottom of your cock after trying so hard; her spit is leaking everywhere as her jaws are wide open to accommodate your girth, and she’s making this very sensual gurgling sound. “Fuck, that’s a good girl”, you and Xinyu say at the same time, causing the both of you to chuckle. Nakyoung finally goes up after a few seconds, falling backwards onto her butt as she does. “H-how did you two say that at—hah, fuck—at the same time? Great minds think alike or something?”, Nakyoung says as she wipes her mouth. “I say good girl a lot to Xinyu during sex”, you explain, “I guess she’s fond of that line”.

Nakyoung looks at Xinyu and asks for permission to put your cock in her pussy, and Xinyu shows her approval by getting naked, ready to touch herself while watching; “go on; I’ll watch”, Xinyu says. “Oppa, I hope you consent as well”, Nakyoung says as she hovers over your cock. “I do, but can I ask if you’re okay doing it raw?”, you ask. “You’re my third, oppa, and I know that Xinyu was your first so it should be fine—I get tested regularly, by the way”, she says. Nakyoung proceeds to lower herself until your cock touches her entrance, letting out a gasp at the first contact; “I’m about to get ripped in half”, she murmurs.

She lets out a long, pained moan as your cock gradually fills her pussy. “Ngh, fuck—so fucking big”, she says as she feels her muscles stretch to contain your shaft. Nakyoung finally manages to sit squarely on your lap after struggling with your size for a while. She then plants her hands on your abs before she starts fucking herself with your cock. You’ve never seen Nakyoung make this sort of expression before, and you find it to be arousing—Xinyu used to make this face during the early days of your relationship, as she also struggled getting used to your cock. “Go on, Nakyoung-ah; show us what you can do”, you challenge her. She accepts your challenge and starts going up and down on your shaft rapidly while letting out moans which volume is making you concerned. You glance quickly to the left where Xinyu is sitting and see that she has her legs spread and rested on the armrest while her hand is vigorously rubbing her pussy.

Nakyoung has found a decent pace after getting comfortable with the stretch, and you find the sounds of her and Xinyu’s moan to be very arousing. You look at Xinyu again and summon her to you by moving your index finger, and she obliges immediately. Xinyu knows what you want and sits right on your face, her lush thighs serving as noise cancelling headphones. You can’t see what’s happening up there, but since you don’t hear anyone moaning, you assume that they’re tongue wrestling as they ride different parts of your body. You start working on Xinyu’s pussy with your tongue from below, holding her down by her thighs to make sure she doesn’t wiggle around. A light nibble in the clit makes Xinyu jolt but she doesn’t stand a chance against your strong arms that are gripping her firmly.

This threesome of yours has been going on for God-knows-how-long when both girls announce that they’re coming. You feel Nakyoung lift off your cock at the same time as Xinyu leaves your aggressive tongue. They cover their mouths and spray their juice all over your body; “holy fuck, I made them cum at the same time”, you think to yourself. They both fall limp next to you, hugging each other as they savor their high.

You get off the bed and head to the bathroom to wipe their combined juice and your sweat off your body. When you return, you see them kissing while playing with each other’s tits, seemingly busy in their own little world. “Excuse me, girls”, you interrupt them, “which one of you is going to make me cum?”. Xinyu breaks the kiss with a giggle, “I’d like to use my authority as vice president and delegate the secretary but there is a condition”. “That is?”, you ask, trying to figure out where she’s going with this. “Nakyoung-ie will take you in the ass”, Xinyu says, biting her bottom lip naughtily after. You are dumbfounded, “excuse me?”. “T-take my ass, oppa”, Nakyoung says, “take my anal cherry”. You are dumbfounded again, “are you sure? Have you even put anything in your ass before?”. “Y-yes, I-I’ve put a dildo in there some time ago”, Nakyoung shyly confesses.

Nakyoung rolls off Xinyu’s body and onto her back, “please, oppa”. Since she has decided to be naughty, you use this opportunity to match her; “that’s daddy to you, Kim Nakyoung”, you say to her as you get on the bed. You fold Nakyoung’s legs over her body and tell her to hold them. Since you don’t have lube, you decide to use Nakyoung’s pussy juice to coat your cock before entering her ass. You plunge quickly into her pussy for a couple of thrusts before pulling out, stroking your cock after to make sure that it’s coated entirely. “I’m not asking again, Nakyoung-ah”, you warn her. “Take me, daddy; I’m ready”, she says, nervousness clear as day to see.

You put your tip on her rear entrance, and Nakyoung gasps at the first contact. You see that her fingertips have turned white as she tries to hold her legs in place. You then start moving forward and stretch her rectum with the first few centimeters of your cock, forcing Nakyoung to furrow her eyebrows in pain. “Deeper, daddy; I-I can take it”, she says. You keep pushing into her ass until she begs you to stop, “s-stop, daddy; it-it hurts—fuck”. You look down and observe the situation; she has managed to take half of your length in her ass—that’s way more than Xinyu, considering that you’ve never had anal with her.

“Fuck, sweetie, you’re so tight”, you praise her. “Fuck me, please; make it hurt”, she says. You grant her wish and start moving your hips back and forth slowly, impaling her rear with your big cock. “It hurts, it hurts”, she chants, “fuck, it hurts so good”. Noticing that she’s reacting well to your length, you pick up the pace and fuck her harder. “Fuck, such a good girl”, you praise her, “keep gripping me like that”. Nakyoung bites her lip sexily, “Xi-Xinyu doesn’t let you in her ass, does she, daddy?”. Even with your cock in her ass, she still manages to tease—this naughty (and sexy) cat’s mischievousness knows no end. Xinyu seems to be ticked with Nakyoung’s words, and she starts rubbing Nakyoung’s clit rapidly to stimulate her further. “Oh, fuck, you two are going to make me cum again”, Nakyoung says with troubled breaths.

You maintain your pace and depth of your thrusts and notice that Nakyoung’s pain has subsided and been replaced by pleasure. You also notice that your cock isn’t just halfway in her ass, no, no, no; you’re fully lodged in her rear hole now. Xinyu hasn’t let up her work either, still rubbing herself and Nakyoung passionately. Xinyu has a different idea, however, as she dives into Nakyoung’s pussy and starts licking her clit from the side. Nakyoung tries to scream, but she manages to stifle her voice before it leaves her mouth. “Daddy, mommy—fuck, you’re going to make your baby cum”, she says. You’re astounded by how naughty she is in bed, and it fuels the fire of lust in your heart—she even calls Xinyu “mommy”, what the fuck?

“Sweetie, I’m cumming in your ass”, you say to Nakyoung, whose eyes are almost entirely rolled to the back of her head. “Cum in my ass, daddy—fuck, fuck, fuck—please, cum in my ass”, she chants as she savors the sensation of first time anal. You lodge the entirety of your shaft in her ass and blow your load deep into her guts, letting out a very deep groan as you do. Xinyu leaves Nakyoung’s clit and grabs her phone, “pull out, oppa; I’ll get it on camera”. You slowly retreat from the intense tightness of Nakyoung’s ass as Xinyu records from the side while making sure that no one’s face is caught on video. Nakyoung’s asshole struggles to return to its original shape, and Xinyu aims her camera straight at it; “oh my God, look at that gape!”, Xinyu comments with a gasp. You see through Xinyu’s phone and pay attention to how your cum drips out of her anus, “fuck, that’s crazy”.

Xinyu ends the recording after a few seconds and mutes the audio before throwing her phone away. “Take my ass next, daddy”, Xinyu begs. “I’m sorry, love, but I’m spent; I’ve blown a load inside you earlier, remember?”, you try to reason with her. “Ah, you’re right—next time, I guess”, Xinyu says. You free Nakyoung’s legs from her hands and put them down on the bed, “you did so well, Nakyoung-ah. Thank you very much”. Nakyoung’s pussy squirts out another load of juice belatedly, surprising both you and Xinyu. “Fuck, oppa, that was so fucking hot”, Nakyoung says, her pants deep and heavy.

You look over your shoulder to see the time. “It’s 2 am, huh? We’re leaving at 7, aren’t we?”, you ask your girls—yes, your girls. “The-the bus—fuck, I’m tired—the bus will be here at 6:15, oppa”, Nakyoung says. You lie down in bed with Xinyu and Nakyoung on each side, “how was it, Nakyoung-ah? Did it hurt?”, Xinyu asks. “Fuck, my ass was literally on fire, Xinyu-yah—Jisung-oppa is so fucking big, you should be grateful”, Nakyoung answers, “if I were you, Xinyu-yah, I would ask him to fuck my ass at least once a week”.

Xinyu contemplates her choices for a moment before turning to you, “please fuck me in the ass regularly, oppa”. You nod in agreement, “sure, love, but I want your clear consent written on a letter”. Xinyu tells you that she’ll write it on the flip side of your letter and hand it to you next weekend. “Alright, let’s get some z’s before the sun rises, okay?”, you say to the girls, and they each say good night before shutting your eyes. You imagine that both the angel and the devil are scratching their heads in confusion, wondering how you ended up fucking two girls in one night—one of them in the ass—but truthfully, you are as clueless as they are.

[chaotic-iguana]

Acting out

(Din x f! reader one-shot)

Summary: You thought it would be fun to tease Din on the comm link while he was hunting for a bounty, expecting it not to take too long. But it takes longer than you thought - and it turns out your distractions were partly why it took so long. Mando’s back now though, and he’s not happy…

(basically just a brat tamer! din x bratty-till-shes-drooling-on-his-cock reader)

Wordcount: 2.7k 

Pairing: Din Djarin/ The Mandolorian x fem! reader (no use of y/n) 

Warnings: dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, edging/denial, crying, mean!mando, pussy slapping, spanking, daddy kink (mild), dumbification, crying (during sex bc it feels good), aftercare. MDNI

ao3 // masterlist.

Din stalked back to the ship, dragging the bounty behind him, aggression pouring off him in palpable waves. His seemingly easy bounty had taken triple the time it normally would have, thanks to the fact that every time Din got close enough to catch him, you’d picked up the commlink out of boredom, and moaned, whimpered and whined into it till he was so painfully hard under his beskar that The Mandalorian was forced to jerk off in dimly lit alleys. With the shiny armor on. 

14 times in three weeks. Fourteen times in three weeks you disobeyed his direct command to not touch yourself while he was gone, practically taunting him every time he threatened to punish you on his return. He could hear the smirk in your voice as you bit out each one of your witty little replies. ‘S okay, he was gonna wipe the smirk off your face, along with every other thought in your pretty little head. 

Since it was going slowly anyways, Din had gone a bit off-route and into a shop he’d rarely been to before. The package was now tucked in his holster belt, and had been spotted by the quarry who had been guffawing the whole way here. Must have been his happiest damn quarry yet, the rate at which his boisterous laughter was reverberating in Din’s skull. He whirled, slamming the Twi’lek face-first into the side of the Crest in warning, relishing in the string of blood and spit beading from his mouth as he spat out a tooth and snarled. Din snarled right back and hauled him inside, throwing him into the carbonite chamber and freezing him before he had a chance to do much else. 

Once that was out of the way, Din began hunting for you. He found you in the hull, giggling with the child over something adorable, no doubt, but he was so infuriated by you he didn’t care. He just walked over to the child, gave him a Keldabe kiss, and tucked him away in the crib fondly before fiddling with his vambrace to close the sphere. At the sound of your protests, Din turned to you and cocked his head in your direction, watching you trail off nervously as he offered no explanation. You took a step forward, reaching to put your hand on his chest and ask if he’s injured - but before you could even open your mouth - Din gripped your elbow and whirled you around. His chest connected with your back as he crowded you forward. 

A knot of anticipation and nervousness grew in your stomach. You were a brat, but you had never pushed him this far before. Never during a bounty, either. Despite your anxiety, you trusted him to take care of you; the combination of unpredictability and trust making your head dizzy with molten need before he even touched you. 

“Stand in the corner and face the wall with your arms up.  Don’t lower them unless I give you permission to.” His modulated voice ground the words out in a monotone, but he was close enough for you to be able to hear the whisper of rage in his words, making your hands tremble as you pressed them flat against the cool metal wall. You heard a rustle and telltale clink of metal armor behind you and tensed in expectation before a large, warm hand settled just above your hip, covering the expanse of your back. Another made its way around your torso and both began working in tandem to rip the clothes off your body. 

You gasped as you stood shivering and bare in the hull within seconds, testament to the strength he hid in his gentle touches with you. You opened your mouth to beg him to hurry up before his hand came down on your ass and a smack echoed in the ship. Your lips parted, and a cry of surprise worked its way out as Din began slapping both your cheeks in a random, but equally devastating order. He gave you no time to recover, barely letting the sting fade before he repeated the motion and the pain increased tenfold. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as Din kept going, and when your legs began shaking from the ache you couldn’t take it anymore. “S-stop. Please. ‘M gonna be g-good” you could barely get the words out between the sharp, jagged breaths bursting out of you. Din chuckled behind you before leaning in to rub your swollen, reddened skin in a soothing motion. 

“Are you now? You forgot to count, though, cyar’ika. Good girls count. Let’s try again from one, no crying.” His tone dripped with condescension as he began again, practically reveling in each gasp and broken sob that spilled from your lips, taking pleasure in each time you stuttered on a number. Your eyes burned but you blinked rapidly to stop any tears from falling. You had submitted completely to your submissive headspace, and Din knew it too.

Finally, as you gasped out “25”, Din stopped to soothe the flaring bruises again. You whimpered and tried to move your hips forward, but realised the wall gave you no space to do so. Turning over your shoulder, you met his visor with pleading, tear-filled eyes. 

“S-sorry daddy. Won’t tease you next time, ‘m sorry for being bad. Please no more, it h-hurts,” sobs wracked from you, and you wrapped your arms around his midsection before burying your face in his chest. Gloveless hands began smoothing over your hair as Din began muttering praises and assurances to you from behind his helmet. 

“That’s okay, baby, I know it hurts. You teased me all the time, hm? Gotta make it right, no?” he paused as you nodded into his chest. “Then you gotta take your punishment, too, honey. You think just 25 strokes is enough to make up three weeks worth of misbehaving?” you shook your head, sniffling and looking up at him with such a sincere apology in your gaze that Din debated abandoning the punishment then and there. 

But the package sat on the floor next to his armor, tempting him, and he gave into the wrecked visions of you his mind was conjuring. Tapping your thighs lightly, he urged you to jump before adjusting your knees on his waist and cradling your head in one hand to reach down and pick up the inconspicuous white bag from the floor. Carrying you to his chair, Din pulled some rope out and began typing your hands to each of the chair’s handles; your feet spread wide in position. He reached his hand into the paper bag and pulled out a bullet-shaped, neon-pink toy as your eyes widened in alarm. 

You whined, tugging against your restraints fruitlessly as you looked at Din, who just tilted his helmet at you before kneeling and running a knuckle down your folds - chuckling when the contact makes you hiss and buck your hips. Din’s fingers leave you for a second before his hand comes down again - this time on your bare and swollen cunt - leaving you jolting away and yelping in surprise as you suppress a shudder. The snap of his rough hand on your clit leaves you breathless as stuttered pleas and whines come tumbling our of your throat. Din just brings his open palm down in another slap in response, the wet sound echoing throughout the room. 

“We’re done when I say we are. Ask me to stop again, and I’ll add another punishment after this one.” You squirmed, tugging against the ropes binding you to the chair. Din reached for the toy, pressing a button on its side and holding it snug against your clit. Your hips bucked of their own volition as you choked on your needless babbling, the warmth in your belly growing to a crescendo just as Din slid two fingers into you without warning. 

Just as you felt the first waves of your orgasms within reach, suddenly everything was gone - his fingers, the toy - pulled away cruelly, leaving you rolling your hips while the restraints chafed your skin. You sobbed out a whine as Din tutted at you in mock sympathy, stepping away from you until your release faded away before returning the toy and thrusting three fingers inside you in a single, swift motion. 

He repeated this cycle endlessly - bringing you to the edge only to pull away again, watching your trembling body rut in midair mindlessly; too far gone to even beg properly. Broken syllables poured out of your mouth, interrupted by wanton moans and sobs as tears stained your flushed cheeks. Eyes rolling back and slick running down your thighs, you furled and unfurled your fingers as the need to touch Din overwhelmed you. A steady chant of need to cum, need to cum, please, please, please, i’m sorry began taking over your mind, rocking your hips forwards and backwards in an attempt to chase any friction at all in the haze that had flooded your mind. 

Din could see you crumbling, your frustrated tears falling harder as time went on. He pulled the vibrator away from you again, turning it off to set it aside this time, untangling the ropes and opening your binds while rubbing at your sore wrists. You sobbed as you reached your shaking hands out for him, and he gathered you in his arms before turning to sit with you in his lap, rubbing your back as he cooed praises into your hairline. 

“You wanna come, honey?” You nod feverishly into his chest. “Okay, baby, okay. Took your punishment so well for me. You deserve a reward, okay? Let me take care of you.” You sniffle and look up at his visor before resting your hands on either sides of his helmet, waiting for your riduur to nod to tug it over his head and smash your lips to his desperately. You needed to feel him so badly, to breathe the air he was breathing, to be one with him again. Hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, your fingers began to claw at him urgently as you deepened the kiss. 

Breaking away from your mouth to grasp your chin, Din’s eyes met yours, an unguarded question in them. You want this? Instead of responding verbally, you stood to your feet to help rip off his boxers and undershirt before returning to straddle his thighs. Din leaned back in his seat before grinning at you. “Go on, take what you need. You’ve earned it. Just wanna hear a thank you when you’re done.” he drawled at you before resting his hands on the rests of the chair. You leaned in closer, rolling your hips to grind your cunt against his length; his moan rumbling against your pressed chests as his tip caught at your clit, making you hiss and jump from the sensitivity. 

You sunk down onto him, nails digging into his biceps as your toes curled and you both groaned from the stretch as you met in a rough, sloppy kiss. Eyes rolling back, you bounced in his lap whining his name over and over like a prayer as a cocky grin made its way onto his face. Wet, smacking sounds and the repetition of your wrecked “Din, Din, D-Din…” echoed throughout the hull. Din planted his feet, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, thrusting up and nuzzling your neck as his tip battered your cervix with enough force for your vision to black out; back arching as you screamed soundlessly and felt yourself hurtling towards your orgasm. 

You tipped your head back as your eyes fluttered shut, unable to do much more than take the pleasure he was giving you. A hand wrapped around your neck and clamped down as Din spoke into your ear with an edge that had you suppressing a shiver. “You look at me when I make you feel good. Let me see those pretty eyes cry on my cock, mesh’la. Cum.” The words of endearment in Mando’a were the final nail in the coffin, and suddenly your whole body was locking up -  walls clamping down around Din as you finally got to come - eyes filling with tears as Din’s movements didn’t so much as stutter, drawing the high out to the point of pain and over-sensitivity that had you jolting with each thrust. The steady repetition of thank yous began surging from your lips, eager to please him, keening for his praise. 

Scratching your nails along his scalp and curling your fists into his hair, his stubble leaving burn marks down your neck as he began rolling your flesh between his teeth before sucking bruises into it. Gasping, you felt your legs shake slightly as the onslaught continued, barely able to form sentences in your head as the white hot bliss wiped your mind clean. A particularly punishing press of his girth inside you caused a shriek to bubble up from your throat as you pushed weakly at his chest to slow him down, making him laugh at you. 

Tilting your head down to level your eyes, he brought his face close enough to make your noses touch. “My poor-” leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your now slack jaw, pulling back to look at you again, “poor, baby.” Twin brushes of his lips over your eyelids, which threatened to shut at the fatigue coursing through you now. “Fucked so dumb she can’t even tell me to stop.” A kiss to your cheek this time, his tongue flicking out to taste your tears. “‘S that what you want, sweetheart? Want me to stop?” you shook your head frantically, too desperate to feel him in you to remember your pain. 

“W-want you to cum, daddy.” You whispered it as you buried your face in his neck, body twitching with his relentless motions and reveling in the slight hitch in his breath at your words. Before you knew it, a steady slew of please cum and please trickled into your half-gasped, rambled vocabulary, just as Din’s thrusts sped up slightly. Your eyes did close then, arms wrapping around his neck to wrap yourself in his safety as he reached a hand down to thumb at your clit, making you lurch in his secure hold as he began tracing rapid, tight circles on you while rutting up into you with renewed vigor. 

“Give me another, baby. That’s it. That’s it, good girl” his words kept you grounded as you began wailing, trembling like a leaf as he thrusted a few more times before he came with a low, animalistic moan and spilled inside you. 

Heaviness and fatigue began weighing down your body and mind in his arms, your breathing evening out as you tucked your face in his shoulder. His arms wound around your midsection, pressing soft kisses and murmurs into your hair as he used one hand to smooth the hair away from your face. You felt him pick you up and walk you somewhere - turn on some water and the glorious feeling of his hands running down your body to scrub his soap into your skin. 

You had the distinct memory of his lips ghosting over each blotch of blue or purple, taking the time to kiss it softly before moving on to the next, before he wrapped you up, dressed you in his shirt and panties, and lay you onto the bed. Swooping down to kiss your forehead and smiling at the sleepy grumble you let out before reaching your arms out blindly for him, he turned the lights out and crawled into bed to hold you. Watching you burrow into him in your sleep, the irritation of the hunt seemed to melt away now that he was with you again. For the first time in days, Din let sleep take him; feeling completely safe and at home with you pressed to his chest.

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[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Loid Forger x Reader

Romantic + 34. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Requested by @fluffandgiggles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"Hehehe! Do it again - ahahaha! Agahahain!"

You smiled. Little Anya really loved tummy tickles more than anyone. She rolled on her back, her small hands holding yours, almost like a cat hugging its owner's hand tightly in order to keep it there, rather than remove it. 

"Tickle tickle tickle!" you sang playfully, wiggling your fingers like spider legs over her belly.

"Bond too, Bond too!" Anya giggled, which was followed by an approving "borf!" from the adorable dog, eager to get his tummy tickled too, and so you did. You managed to pull your hand free from Anya's soft grip and tickled Bond's furry tummy. Bond reacted in a similar way as Anya did, rolling on his back adorably and enjoying the affection.

"Anya too, Anya too, ahahaha!" Anya squealed. Back to Anya. It was a playful loop of tickles that rewarded you with the sweetest giggles and borfs.

In the middle of all the fun and chaos, you looked up at Loid who sat on the couch reading his newspaper. Except.. he was no longer reading. He was staring at you. Not at Anya, not at Bond, you, with the fondest smile on his face.

Just as the two of you locked eyes, Anya yelled something about world peace (?) and ran into her room, together with Bond, leaving you behind in sudden silence. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, getting up to sit next to him.

Loid instantly blushed and looked back at his newspaper. "L-like what?" he asked nervously.

"Like... I don't know," you hummed, glancing down to find an opening. And oh, you found one. 

"You were looking at me like... you were longing for some tummy tickles too?" you said, and you reached for his tummy and started to tickle. Loid immediately tensed, the newspaper crumbling in his hands as he bent forward.

"Wha-What?! Hohohold on! Thahats not- ahhahha! That's not truehehe!" he laughed.

"It isn't? You weren't staring like that because you were jealous?" you teased him, not slowing down your tickle attack on him.

"Nohoho I wahahasn't!" was Loid's giggly response.

You smiled. You weren't supposed to know he was a spy, and you weren't supposed to know he was this ticklish. Yet the romantic relationship you shared with him brought you this valuable information that could endanger your life. Whether that made it less exciting to make use of? Of course not!

"Okahahay eeheh-enough nohohow!" Loid laughed, pulling up the newspaper to use as a shield and cover his cutest reactions. He yelped when you grabbed his shield and pulled it away from him.

Loid immediately curled up in defense, protecting his tummy from further harm, but you were not planning your attack on his tummy like he anticipated. Instead you grabbed both his sides and clawed, digging in and wiggling your fingers while you climbed on top of him for further control.

"HAahahah! Nohoho! N-not thahahat!

The result was so sweet and satisfying. The loudest belly laughter that could only be activated through tickling and nothing else. No joke or funny face could get Loid Forger to make such a sound with all of his voice, and you found yourself staring at him with love and fondness as he let out this uncontrollable laughter.

"You wihihin! You win ahahah!"

"Was this ever a game, then?" was your teasy reply. You caught his hand that tried to fend off yours and entwined your fingers while using your other five fingers to continuously scribble at his side and ribs, making him arch his back.

"Hahahave mehehercy!" You couldn't hold back the smile that was even hurting your cheeks at this point. He was just too cute.

Despite your romantic relationship, Loid Forger didn't actually know that you knew about his true identity. He didn't know that you were aware of how smart he really was. How strong he was. How much danger he outsmarted everyday and how many opponents he took down.

Not knowing that you knew, he seriously allowed you to overpower him like this, fighting back with little strength almost equal to Anya's. He basically lay there and accepted your playful tickle torture, paying the price with his most beautiful laughter. Oh you never wanted to stop.

But of course you should've known it was a temporary delight. It was when you noticed two pairs of eyes staring at you from the side when you stopped tickling him, and you gasped.

Bond was wagging his tail, and Anya was looking at you with huge sparkling eyes. "Anya too! Tickle Anya too!" she chirped. You sighed and shook your head fondly.

"Well, it seems I have a new tickly part time job, don't I? Will I get some assistance?" you asked Loid who was still looking so sweet and flustered. He coughed awkwardly and nodded.

"Definitely," he said before forming two claws with his hands. Anya immediately squealed and started running now that her father got involved. Loid shot you a playful glance before he got up, and he winked.

"Your turn will be after this, just you wait," he said, making you blush as you were sure that was a tiny bit of the hidden Twilight side he just showed, and you secretly couldn't wait to see more of him!

[kenmakodz]

CANDID LOVE ˙✧˖📷

06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

-> GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCh. screams. kicking my feet like a little girl writing this chapter.

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[dreaming-marchling]

2024 Fic Round Up

Tagged by @princessfbi (thank you! so thrilled to have discovered your work this year!)

2024 Word Count: 661,417

JANUARY

FEBRUARY

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Part four finished! Still stunned to be here story after story with the most amazing commenters I could have ever asked for. Not bad for a story I had never intended to share!

MARCH

Marked in Faith 10 chapters posted in 2024 | Fast & Furious | Marked in Trust Series | Roughly 60k posted in 2024

I'm putting this in for March because this is the month I began posting one story a month until Reckless in Devotion started. Some of those babies are longer than my oneshots, lol. Forever love exploring other POVs in the Marked in Trust world!

APRIL

MAY

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JUNE

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I've had this stray headcanon about Chairman being an old god trapped as a cat floating around in my head for fun for so long and finally I wrote it!

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Listen, I need more fics about Buck using sex in unhealthy ways. It's catnip for me. Tommy got a glimpse behind that particularly miserable door in this one

Invasion 911 | Buddie | 10k

Nakedperil!Buck and protective!Eddie - a match made in heaven, in my opinion

AUGUST

SEPTEMBER

Over the Cliff 911 | Gen 118 Fam | 6k

This was originally supposed to be how Buck got injured in Not Sexy but I was having way too much fun with the cliff rescue which wasn't even the point of Not Sexy so I chopped them in half to make a gen 118 family/Buck whump story and gave a much more to the point explanation for Buck's injuries in Not Sexy

Away From Us 911 | Buddie | 76k

My first 911 multichapter story! A presumed dead lawsuit era story full of angst. I fully anticipate more lawsuit era angst in my future, lol

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Art Class and Earthquakes 911 | HenRen/Gen Buck & Karen | 5.5k

Karen Wilson is awesome and needs more stories

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DECEMBER

Reckless in Devotion Fast & Furious | Brian/Dom | 33k posted in 2024

The 5th installment in Marked in Trust series!! This took me so much longer than I thought it would but it's finally up and running and I am so excited for everyone to see what's to come :)

To Be Bonded Shadowhunters | Malec & Parabatai | 30k posted in 2024

I still literally cannot believe that this is finally being shared. I started this story in 2019 - I know I keep saying that but like this thing took me 5 years. It is my nemesis, finally vanquished. And people are enjoying it??? What? I've been cursing its name and people are now enjoying it. Wild. Wonderful

2024 has been kind of a crappy year for me irl but in fic it as been wonderful. A new fandom, so many words shared and, best of all, such amazing support and kindness from readers. You're all so wonderful and you have truly been one of the brightest pieces of my year. I cannot thank you all enough.

Tagging: You know the drill, if you saw this and thought "I wanna do that" then you're tagged. Literally @ me so I can read yours, that's how tagged you are.

[tu-sugar-mami]

Could a queer bitch possibly ask a solid?, remember the “heavily injured s/o” you did for Alcina …….

……but Donna

Holy cows, I'm sorry for being so late but work has had me on a chokehold 😩 I tried to make it a lil longer than Alcina's one for your reading pleasure and for your patience, so enjoy! 💖✨

Words: 1,910

Tags: Light angst, fluff, happy ending, neutral gender reader

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The Beneviento estate had always been a quiet place, occasionally disturbed by a tornado of chaos named Angie, but aside from that and the roaring of the nearby waterfall, the place was pretty serene. Quiet but in a good way, there were always light sounds such as the ticking of the grandfather clock creating a pleasant background noise enough for the silence to not be overwhelming, and Donna liked it that way. Although, when you arrived, Donna learned that silence wasn't everything. With you she learned the joys of a fun ruckus on a chase and its balance with the quietness of reading a book near the window after it. 

Despite stirring Donna's routine into a 'whatever will it be next?' lifestyle, you became Donna's constant, the only thing that she could count on that wouldn't change, always being there by her side and showing her a whole new side of her world.

Although, you developed a tendency to wander through the manor. At first it was difficult for Donna to allow you to do so, since her inner demons always tried to convince her you did it as an attempt to "escape" from her, but when you -through patience and love- showed her that you were going nowhere, she encouraged you to explore the home that little by little became also yours. 

Sometimes though, the feeling of restlessness and anxiety returned when she didn't hear the noises you made while exploring. The sound of the heel of your shoes scraping against the floorboards, your distant laughing or the creaking of the old stairs under your weight became her anchor, something she could rely on to know that you'd keep loyal to your word and stay with her. 

But all the nice and calm things can't last long in house Beneviento. 

It was the silence that alerted her. A cold and echoing silence that made a chill run down her spine in worried anticipation. Not even Angie could be heard running around in a hurry. The birds outside were not singing, the clock ticking seemed to have lost its strength and with them all the waterfall roaring also dimmed. The entire house and its surrounding gardens seemed to hold their breath expectantly, and Donna in her many years living there had never witnessed such horrid and deafening quietness.

It took her a second after she realized something was wrong to go looking for you, checking every room and frowning when she didn't spot any speck of your face in the halls. Even the rest of her dolls, always scattered all around the manor, weren't able to tell her anything about your whereabouts, much less about what was happening, but she tried to stay serene, although there was only so much she could handle.

Desperation slowly clawed at the Lady, you weren't answering to her calling out your name with urgency. The thought of you leaving her despite reassuring her many times that you wouldn't do it stabbed her heart. Did you break your promise? Where were you? Where was Angie? It had been a long time since she was last completely alone, only before you arrived into her life. Even Angie, her beloved doll had always been by her side, and if being glued to her side wasn't possible, she was at least always close, why wasn't she answering either? 

The lower level was empty aside from her dolls, and she didn't know where else to look. Her knees felt weak from all the running around in your search, and her lungs stung with the effort of yelling your name.

That is until a quiet voice called out to her. Distant but strong enough for her to react. Her connection to her dolls had always been stronger the more they were close, and the further away they were, the more difficult it was for the connection to be clear. But this voice, inconsolable, reached for her with a level of panic that had Donna stumbling against the furniture and walls in her path as she hurriedly ran towards her doll calling her.

Help

The sweet voice repeated the word again and again, and Donna's heart clenched every time. 

The plea came from the lowest level in the basement, a place not even Donna herself -being the owner of the estate- would visit frequently. The only thing there was darkness, cold and… a stone well. 

Her doll's calling became louder, and she didn't waste a moment before climbing down the stairs bringing an oil lamp to illuminate her path. 

It was hard to see at first, but the light provided was more than enough to illuminate your limp body onto the well's bottom.

Her blood ran cold. It was so shocking to see her beloved like this, her always resilient and full of energy sunshine who brightened every room, now defeated on the ground before her. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought that crossed her mind briefly as lightning but not any less painful. She couldn't bear it if she lost you, she had lost so much in her life, she couldn't possibly lose you too, it would be her last straw.

Donna fought the tremble in her knees to approach you and settle down at your side, defeated, before noticing something.

Your breathing was shallow and Donna  would have missed it were it not for the whistle that came from your nose every time you exhaled, but that was enough to bring new tears to her eye and with them renewed hope.

She decided to be careful in her approach, and gently analized the situation. She couldn't believe it, your arm was bent in an awkward position, one that definitely shouldn't be possible unless something was broken, and that was enough to let Donna guess you had fallen from the well border, but the question was how?

Not only that, but when she brought the lamp closer and the rest of the shadows crawled away she could make out Angie's dress peeking from under you, and it's only then that she noticed her beloved doll being held protectively in your embrace, but also unmoving. 

Donna knew she had to act quickly, and she lifted you easily -her strength thanks to the Cadow was one of the things she was grateful for in times like this- in sort of an inverted piggyback style, to allow her to climb up the stairs, careful to keep Angie and your injured arm cradled in against both your bodies.

Only god knows how long you were out before your eyes, albeit groggily, opened again. It took you a moment before realizing you were in your shared bed with Donna, who was lying next to you far enough to not disrupt or accidentally hurt you, but close enough for you to feel the dip of the bed from her weight.

Your shifting made her come out of her light slumber in a blink, and her eyes widened as soon as she realized you were awake. Her sight became blurry, and she let out a sigh of relief and reverence. How were you so beautiful even in this state, she couldn't understand, but goodness her breath was taken away. All she could do was try to keep her relieved tests at the sight of you being alive and well again.

Gently, almost as if scared of hurting you, Donna's cold hands found their way towards your face and her thumbs began to caress your cheeks. The touch made you feel better, soothing the uncomfortable warmth of your cheeks, and in return you held one of her hands with your free own and tenderly kissed her palm. At that moment, Donna swore she could never live without you.

The Lady felt a pang of guilt and sorrow every time you winced away from her touch, not because of her, but because your body still complained about your wounds, but the sting in her heart made her promise she wouldn't let you get hurt again. You had become so important to her that the mere thought of not having you in her life made her sick. 

After getting out of the well and successfully carrying you to the bedroom she had needed to clean the bleeding wounds from when your skin was scratched by the pebbles and stone and made use of her first aid knowledge to fix your arm and secure it. Tears would blurry her sight every time you winced at the sting of the cotton and antiseptic and the movement of your mauled bone.

Although, both basking in eachother's presence in a lovely rosy-orange afternoon in the comfy bed, it felt like heaven, and even if you were aching everywhere, you weren't complaining, not with the way Donne looked at you, with such love and wonder.

If Donna was shy about kissing you too much before, that definitely wasn't the case after the incident. Every hour your face and lips would be peppered by soft kisses and tender touches, and who were you to deny them? Your blush did speak a lot. 

She would check your bandages far too often, but you can't really blame her. It was quite the nasty fall, and your arm did suffer an ugly break, but Donna's care was tender and patient, loving and effective. Besides, you discovered that if you let out a fake pained whimper you would immediately be granted comfort in the way of your Lady holding you close and letting you hide your face in the crook of her neck and sweet words to accompany her sweet scent. While it might have been amusing, you could guess that the calls she gave Moreau every half an hour to consult about your broken arm were starting to tire him, and you tried to keep her attention on you rather than smothering your friend Sal with health questions for your sake.

Also, the arm you fell on had been your dominant one, and while you had no problems trying to use the other in your daily activities, Donna insisted on feeding you herself. Your favorite spoon would be wielded by her while she fed you your favorite meal that she made with such care, and snacks were not lacking either, your bedside table drawer became full with every little thing you had told Donna you liked to munch on. Honestly, you didn't even know how to thank her anymore for all the effort she put in taking care of you.

For a faster recovery, Donna took it upon herself to ensure you had the best sleep you could have, but between wanting to not accidentally hurt you and her need to be close to you, she decided that the only solution would be letting you sleep on top of her at night, with her arms secured gently around you while humming sweet melodies and gently cooing you until you were knocked out by such comfort.

Angie (after recovering too and explaining that you went after her to prevent her from getting too close to the well's border but accidentally slipping and cushioning her own fall with your body) helped as best as she could, bringing compresses and new bandages along with medicine and soothing cream. 

The next day after the incident the well was sealed shut, and you spent the rest of the month being spoiled rotten by a very affectionate Lady and her energetic doll.

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[neonthewrite]

The Office Fae

The next prompt was Tangled, and I ended up with a brand new character for this one. He's fun so far. I'm enjoying his very gremlin energy. I hope you all like him too!

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Life in an office building generally worked well for Simon, despite technically being a house fae. The rules could be fuzzy on that front, with so many humans coming and going every day. Sure, there wasn’t a singular family loving the place and cherishing their lives there, but a lot of humans from many families liked the building and their jobs there well enough to make the energy inviting. Something about flexible hours, good wages, and a solid benefits package made for a harmonious office with plenty of memories–some friendly, some dramatic, even some spicy memories.

Plus there was a vending machine. Simon came for the vibes originally, but he absolutely stayed for the vending machine. At a modest five and three quarter inches tall, he had easy access to a good variety of things in portions that lasted him days.

Another house fae rule he bent–it wasn’t precisely a bowl of cream left out for him specifically, but nobody could expect that these days. Keeping the vending machine stocked was close enough, and if the light bulbs and printer cartridges in the building all lasted longer than they should, well, Simon earned his keep. He probably saved them hundreds on the annual operations budget.

Work always slowed down around the end of winter, aside from some buzzing over in the accounting office. All the holiday parties were done and the potluck food all taken home from the break room fridges. Simon planned for it and handled it well, though things could get cold with the shorter hours and heat on less to make up for the emptier office.

To that end, Simon wintered in the ceiling of the server room. The servers, bulkier and taller than a human, stood clustered in a side room and were never turned off. Blinking lights of green and red and blue twinkled on each machine, colors filtering into the ceiling along with the ample warmth those hulking obelisks gave off.

With so much downtime, he found himself perched near an opening in the ceiling, a spot where the tile had broken off long ago, and watched the server lights flicker on the tangled mess of multicolored cables that ran between them. It was a game of his to trace each cable from end to end with his eyes, idly kicking his bare, grey-skinned feet (his skin had shifted to a tasteful, cool grey a few years ago after an office refresh had updated all the paint). Long, slender fingers absently braided silky hair the color of faded ballpoint ink while he scanned the cables with eyes reminiscent of the shocking, dreaded blue of a computer on its way out.

Most house fae took on colors in equal parts camouflage and defense. Simon would be tough to spot if he happened to be out in the open near a human, but if someone did see him, humans never liked seeing that blue. So his eyes would probably protect him.

Not that he ever intended to test that. As much as he liked his many many humans and their water cooler chatter, Simon was realistic. They wouldn’t like him much even if he shared their scale. All his features were a bit elongated, just enough to seem strange and other. He only wore flowing pants made of scrap fabric and he ate bugs sometimes. Humans would call him scary or freaky or any number of words they had for things they didn’t like, and if his eyes couldn’t scare them off he’d be in danger of a rolled up magazine or a dusty phone book.

He’d stayed hidden for a long time, and he anticipated many games of look-at-cables in his future, all without humans being a bother.

Of course, until they were a slight bother anyway. Simon paused his movements and tensed when the door opened abruptly. Light flooded in and he lost track of the cable he was tracing when he looked over, grateful for his higher vantage point and the human tendency to ignore background details.

Two figures stood there, one familiar and one not. One was Tom, a human whose limbs gangled a bit but whose middle had padded out after so many years in a desk job. His bald spot glowed with light from the hallway, and his rumpled t-shirt sported a band name Simon thought he recognized. From what Simon knew, Tom was every bit an IT master and a vital cog in keeping the office running smoothly. He didn’t have to dress any higher than casual.

The other human was a new face. A woman, probably younger than Tom by a couple decades. Her dark skin contrasted with his pale complexion. Her hair, coily and thick, grew longer atop her head though it was tapered close at the sides. She wore a smart blouse and slacks, which Simon immediately recognized as the sort of thing one wore to a job interview, or one’s first day at work.

Tom waved a hand at the servers whirring away in the room. “Servers in here. Probably not gonna need to be in here a ton, but y’know. If something needs a reset…”

The woman nodded and smiled faintly as she scanned the room. “What are the chances I can fix up some of those cables?”

She said it as a joke. Simon didn’t find it funny at all. Tom did. He laughed. “Now that I get someone to pass tasks like that along to, I imagine I can convince the bossman to let me schedule a maintenance day. Now, let’s get you some of your equipment…”

The door closed and the humans walked away, and Simon cared not at all for their conversation or the rest of the onboarding for this new IT interloper. She wanted to organize the cables, which simply would not do. Simon stalked back to his makeshift camp to get his pack.

This new hire was simply not a good fit, and he’d do what he could to stop her horrible plan.

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 117-119 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 115-116 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-117: The Decisive Battle! Judai VS Professor Cobra

Judai and Johan, having defeated Cobra's assassins, are joined by Asuka, Jim, and their other friends before hurrying towards Professor Cobra. Meanwhile, as he independently works his way to Cobra, Amon gets to Cobra before Judai and the others, informing him that "they won't make it." Judai and the others hurry, but the electronic control system shorts out and barrier walls begin to come down one after the other--yet right as they think their way forward is obstructed, O'Brien drops in and stops a barrier wall with his shoulders--and with O'Brien's rescue, Judai at last gets to Cobra. His duel with Cobra then begins.

TURN-118: The Terror! Vennominon the King of Poisonous Snakes

Cobra activates his Venom Swamp Field Magic, which pours poison onto the Monsters Judai summons, decreasing their ATK and destroying them. To oppose him, Judai fuses Sparkman with Edgeman to summon a new Hero in Plasma Viceman, who destroys his Venom Snake. But Cobra uses the effects of his Trap Cards to summon two Monsters and perform his poison assault. In addition, he tributes his two Monsters to summon Vennominon the King of Poisonous Snakes, who destroys Plasma Viceman. Helpless against Cobra's poison deck, Judai summons a new Hero, but...

TURN-119: A Triple Contact Fusion! Magma Neos

Judai is unable to freely wage attacks against Cobra's Vennominon the King of Poisonous Snakes Monster. But by drawing into his Miracle Fusion Magic Card, Judai summons Wild Jaggyman and destroys Vennominon. With his Vennominon destroyed, Cobra activates his Descent of the Snake Deity Trap Card, summoning Vennominaga the Deity of Poisonous Snakes. Judai takes damage from Vennominaga's attacks, but as this damage activates Vennominaga's effect, poison will have spread throughout his body in three turns, causing him to lose the duel. Continuing to fight, Judai fuses Sparkman with Necrodarkman to summon Dark Brightman and attack Cobra, but...

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So, these took a bit longer than anticipated, with 115-116 being done at the end of August--partly because of getting ground broken on working to re-translate some Duel Links text lol--but that aside, I hope you're ready for these monkey-fighting snakes on this Monday-to-Friday helipad; episodes 117-119 are up and finalized! 🐍

One of my favorite duels in GX, between Judai finally getting to Cobra to put an end to the Dis-Duels (and this first arc in Season 3) and the ensuing duel between them showing off Cobra's poison/Venom strategy (which I always thought was cool), the Amon backstory as Boy of Light talks with him, and the scene as O'Brien helps him along the way and he talks about how they got off on the wrong foot--and of course Cobra's own backstory which does make you feel for his motivations a bit. And it all comes together in 119 with Cobra building on Satou's message to Judai about dueling motivation as Cobra talks about his "unserious" dueling not giving him much to support him in a crisis--which surely won't come back to hurt in a sad monologue sometime or anything. All told, these three eps are pretty enjoyable, with the animation/art looking gorgeous in 117 and 119 (I love the gradient/shading choices in 117 in particular) and while GX has been picking up its OST game for a bit so far in Season 3, I think it picks up really well here, between the really good use of "Terror" during Amon's backstory or the Snake Whistle scene in 118, and "Lamentation" during Cobra's backstory--and of course "Determination" during Johan snapping Judai out of listening to Cobra going into Magma Neos. Fun times.

(Also, while I previously used "Venominaga" and "Venominon" for those names, I went with "Vennominaga" and "Vennominon" per the TCG since, with how their JP names are spelled for the OCG, those two aren't part of the "Venom" archetype.)

Animation error-wise, despite the all-around great animation in these episodes, each one had a fair share of errors to fix, lol; in total I fixed about 25, with about 8-10 in 117 and 118 each and 119 getting just six but from the eyecatch on. For the most part, they were more quality-of-watching things like split-screen timings but there were a handful of card errors in there, too, along with another quick audio edit. More on these further below for the interested! (Feels like it's been a bit since I could also just include those notes in the release post lol)

Quick housekeeping: I made an update to 113's ED credits to correct a minor error in positioning for the Key Animation credits of the ED that I picked up on as I worked on 117-119's credits; I've updated the link in its release post and the masterpost, and I'll post that re-encode with 117-119 on NAC.

Anywho, enjoy! With our first arc in Season 3 now over, I'm going to go do some more TFSP work and knock out Kiryu's story to complete the 5D's cast's story events, so stay tuned there. Once that's done (and I work a bit more on DL), I'll be planning to work on 120 and 121 together as we get isekai'd into our first alternate world of the season, though I'll do a little prepwork here/there before working on 'em proper. Stay tuned!

Fixes/Edits! (117)

During the recap of 116 at the beginning, Emerald Turtle is reversed on Johan's Disk as he plays Take to the Wings; I reused my fix to that from 116 placing the card with its name box on the left.

Also during the 116 recap, the split border between the Ruby and Emerald gems as they fly up to join Johan's hand is irregular, with extra bits of border on Turtle's side as the screen, and there’s a quick frame where Turtle’s split doesn’t move while Ruby’s does, with more of the background in Turtle’s split behind Ruby’s moving split instead of Sapphire Pegasus being transitioned into. I reused my two fixes to that from 116 applying a full border and then redoing that frame of the split-out to move Turtle's split and mask in Sapphire Pegasus behind/between both splits.

Later in the episode, as Judai expresses his envy for Johan's reason to duel, Johan tells him he just hasn't noticed what has to be driving him beyond the fun of it, prompting Judai to repeat, "I haven't noticed it?"--but as he does, there's an error where the shading under his closed mouth is kept during his open-mouth lip flaps, effectively giving him two bits of mouth shading. Fixed this as I also noted here, by first taking the two open-mouth lip-flap frames and removing the closed-mouth shading in Photoshop for each, then using Sony Vegas to re-zoom each instance of the lip-flaps during this slow-zoom shot.

After #3, Judai then flashes back to his duel with Satou (as he thinks that Satou said something like Johan just did), with the flashback featuring Satou activating Scab Scream to destroy Neos and eventually summon Crying Scarknight but showing Scab Scarknight activate on the field. I first reused my fix from 114 to that, first going back to the AfterEffects project file to reencode the fix itself before then taking that back into the Vegas project so I could redo the fade from the card activating to Scab Scarknight, as it's a quicker fade here. After that was done, I also re-clipped the flashback, going frame by frame to pull the equivalent clips from 114 proper, then took everything into Vegas and re-applied a flashback border frame on the video, as well as a little color correction to match the video in 117, to keep it consistent.

Later, after Amon arrives at Cobra's room, he challenges Cobra for "that card," but knowing he might not play fair in a duel with the Dis-Belts in play, chooses to use force; he takes off his headset as he does, but once the headset is off, a repeat of #3 happens where Amon's closed-mouth shading is kept as his open-mouth lip flaps occur. A quicker fix here than in #3 as this was a still shot; I just masked in his correctly drawn mouth/chin from before he takes the headset off over the error frames.

After the eyecatch, as Judai and co try to run towards a wall coming down, O'Brien swoops in and buys them some time, firing off some rope onto the sides of that wall to help hold it in place--but as he does, there are a quick few frames where O'Brien's vest is miscolored as the shirt under it while he fires the ropes in his right hand; this gets fixed as he moves to fire the ones in his right hand. There's also an odd error in which everything O'Brien except for his left arm bicep was drawn a few pixels up--as he moves to fire the ropes in his right hand, he moves back down into place, though as this whole bit is a quick 17-19 frames, it's only somewhat noticeable. Fixed this in Photoshop, using a fixed frame as a guide, by splicing in the corrected part of his vest and editing it slightly; once done, I took that fixed frame into Vegas where I masked it onto the video, then masking O'Brien's [massive] shoulder over the edit to prevent detail loss, and also masking the bottom of O'Brien's right bicep and the wall behind him and then moving it up a few pixels so it lined up with his shoulder.

Later, once Judai makes it to Cobra, who's waiting for him on a helipad, Cobra tells him his plan being in its final phase means the Academy has no future left for it, and Judai shouts angrily at him; Cobra then slides in on a split-screen to press a button that starts raising the helipad upward, but as their split-screen splits apart, their respective sides are unevenly timed such that Judai's gets offscreen a frame earlier. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing Judai's split so that it slides out in sync with Cobra's.

A bit later, as Judai and Cobra get ready to duel in the air, Judai talks about how he's been itching to duel Cobra and hopes they have a good time of it, but Cobra mentally finds him to be a fool--as Judai's side of their split-screen slides out for Cobra's thoughts, for some reason, Judai and his background are detached from the split-screen border for the 5-7 frames of the slide-out. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing Judai's slide-out so that his split fully slides out correctly.

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(9) Once the duel's underway, Judai opens by playing Clayman in Defense Mode; he then ends his turn, but as we pan/zoom to him from Clayman, we see the Clayman card on his Disk is reversed (name box on the right). Fixed in AfterEffects, after using Vegas to reverse the clip so I could apply motion tracking a bit easier, where I first used motion tracking to track the zooming/positioning, then put a correctly facing proxy into place and applied the tracked motion to it; once done, I took the fix into Vegas where I un-reversed it and mixed it into the footage.

(10) A bit later, Cobra activates his Venom Swamp Field Magic, which expands throughout the field; as the camera zooms out behind Judai and Clayman while it does, we see that Clayman's card on the field is now reversed under him. This was a bit more complicated to fix, particularly because of the fade that happens to the overhead shot as Shou and Asuka react to Venom Swamp, along with tracking the zoom; I first used Vegas to reverse the clip again for easier motion-tracking, which I then did in AfterEffects. After several tries at getting a good position/scale tracking, I applied a correctly facing proxy and also masked Clayman over it, then applied the tracked keyframes to both layers and rendered them transparently; I then took this transparent render into Vegas and un-reversed it, blending it into the footage. To replicate the fade into the overhead shot--since I couldn't just fade my edit out or else the original card would be briefly visible--still in Vegas, I took the first post-fade frame, made a still of it, and then slowly zoomed it in backwards going back to when the fade starts, sorta guessing at how much it'd be zoomed in for those 12-ish frames, then used a Composite Level envelope on the video track to manually fade it in well enough that the edit fades out naturally. Phew.

(11) A bit later, as Judai reacts to Clayman's ATK taking its first 500-point hit due to the poison bites on him, Cobra slides in on a split-screen noting that he has another bite; as their splits split apart, both Cobra and Judai are detached from their splits' borders, in a repeat of #8. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing their splits, taking stills of each split which I then re-slid-out, applying a motion blur as I did to replicate the original motion blur they had.

Fixes/Edits! (118)

During the recap of 117, error #8 still happens in which Judai's detached from his split's border as he slides off his split-screen with Cobra; reused my fix from 117 for it.

Also during the recap, error #10 happens as we see Cobra activating Venom Swamp with Clayman's card on the field reversed under him; reused my fix from 117 for it.

After the OP, we see Judai and Cobra's current LP count, with Cobra taunting and saying that half-hearted Monsters won't make it past one turn on his field--though for a quick frame before Cobra's LP counter disappears as we fade to the Eye, it actually starts to decrease. A quick fix in Vegas, as I just held the previous frame to keep the counter still at 4000 throughout.

A bit later, as the others ask Cobra about his plans and why he's made the other students pass out from their Dis-Duels if he's not up to anything, Cobra says he's only trying to perform a miracle; Judai then slides in for a split-screen as he questions that, but in the first frame as Judai starts to slide in, Cobra's side doesn't move accordingly. Fixed in Vegas by redoing Judai's slide-in to time it with Cobra sliding leftward.

Later on, Cobra uses his Venom Shot Magic Card, sending a Reptile-Type Monster in his Deck to his Cemetery to give Judai's Marine Neos two bites of poison; he's shown holding up Venom Serpent as the card he's pulled from his deck for this, but after we see Johan and co. reacting, we see him sending a copy of Venom Snake instead. Keeping in mind the Monsters Cobra's played thus far, this actually should have been Venom Serpent--he first summons a Venom Snake on his first turn, which then gets destroyed by Plasma Viceman; he then uses Snake Whistle and Damage = Reptile to summon a Venom Serpent and Venom Boa, tributing both for Vennominon; when activating Snake Deity's Command against Judai's R - Right Justice, he uses a second Venom Snake from his deck as its cost; and when Marine Neos uses his effect to destroy a random card in Cobra's hand, it turns out to be his third Venom Snake. So, given that, I fixed this by using AfterEffects to first track the motion of the Snake card in Cobra's hand, then applied a Venom Serpent proxy and applied those motion tracking keyframes to it, and then masked in Cobra's fingers over it. (The dub, for their part, made it so Viper grabbed Venom Snake to be consistent with the later shot, but given that Marine Neos destroyed his third Snake and he can only have three copies, uh...)

A few seconds later, as the first of the two bites of poison reach Marine Neos, we see Judai turn to react--and there's a blank card where Marine Neos would be on his Disk. Fixed in AfterEffects, first tracking the motion of the clip from when Judai's first visible to before he starts to move and the shot is still, then applying those tracked position keyframes to a proxy I put into place.

Some seconds later, once the bites are in place, Cobra orders Vennominon to attack Marine Neos, but as the shot on him zooms out before fading into Vennominon's attack, there's a weird glitch with the Vennominon card on his Disk where it looks multicolored. Fixed in AfterEffects by first tracking the position/scale motion on the zoom-out, then applying those keyframes to the proxy I put into place; once done, I masked Cobra's jacket sleeve over the edit, fading it out as the shot fades into Vennominon.

As the episode nearly ends, we have Yubel--I mean Eye's female voice--saying that they'll be seeing Judai soon, before the male voice kicks in to say his name as we see Judai staring Cobra down; during this, the Vennominon card on Cobra's Disk looks to be blank. Fixed in AfterEffects, first tracking the motion of the rotation in this shot, then applying those keyframes to the proxy I put into place. (Boy, motion tracking turned out to be pretty nifty! [Well, when it properly tracks things, at least lol])

Fixes/Edits! (119)

Our first error for 119 doesn't come in until the eyecatch, surprisingly--as the eyecatch starts and Cobra slides leftward, as Judai starts sliding to the right, the show's logo starts fading in early as the sparkles that are supposed to reveal it a few frames later appear; a similar error happened back in episode 85. Unfortunately, I deleted a few too many draft files I saved in the Vegas project file after I fixed it for 85, but did my best to fix it here, first redoing Judai's slide across the screen; to do it, I masked in the pre-logo background over where the logo would fade, then masked Judai out and re-keyframed his slide across--then, I used the Chroma Keyer effect on a stock video of sparkles I'd saved before to make it transparent, and I enlarged it some before masking out a piece of it which I enlarged and let play over a few frames before ending the custom sparkles and returning to the original video. Looks good enough in motion, I think!

A bit later, Judai groans after Cobra notes that Vennominaga also has Vennominon's revival effect; Cobra then slides in on a split-screen to start removing a Venom Snake from his Cemetery to revive her, but Judai starts moving for the split-screen a frame early, causing the transition to be slightly out of sync--I fixed this in Vegas by redoing Cobra's slide-in to be timed with Judai moving for it. Not too long after, their split-screen splits to show Venom Snake being pulled from Cobra's Cemetery, but they split unevenly with Judai's going offscreen a frame or two earlier--I fixed this in Vegas by redoing Judai's slide-out to be synced with Cobra's.

A bit later, before Judai's last turn and as he's thinking he has no way of winning, Cobra slides into a split-screen to tell him that the goddess of victory would never smile on his dueling for fun; as they split apart, there's a quick frame where Judai's split is missing its border. Fixed in Vegas by quickly adding a border on it.

Later, as Judai's last turn is underway, he activates his Cocoon Party and Contact Magic Cards to summon Cocoon Mole and Cocoon Larva and evolve them into Neo-Spacians Gran Mole and Flare Scarab--though as he does so, neither Cocoon or his Flare Scarab appear on his Disk (Gran Mole's card would be obscured by Flare Scarab's head), and the Cocoons would've been added since they're being summoned to the field while Gran Mole and Flare Scarab appear on Judai's Disk later as he Contact-Fuses for Magma Neos. Fixed in full, first using AfterEffects to apply proxies for the Cocoons over a still shot after the rapid zoom-out that happens as the shot starts as a draft for Vegas, while then also applying a Flare Scarab proxy later after the burst of light he emerges from fades out and fading it in as it does so to fix that part; once both were done, I took them into Vegas, where I first zoomed in on my draft Cocoons edit to blend it into the very start of the shot, then zoomed it back out into place and applied some motion blurring for the initial few frames to match the rest of the shot, and then faded out the fixes as the burst of light faded in, while I added my Flare Scarab fix to the footage for the end of the shot.

A few seconds later, as Judai uses Necrodarkman's effect in his Cemetery to summon Neos, he erroneously calls it a "Special-Summon," like he did back in episode 62 (though Tribute-Summoning Neos by tributing Fluff Tokens at the time). Thought to fix this one by first using UltimateVocalRemover to isolate Judai's voice from the music and the rest of the audio, then removing the word "tokushuu" ("Special-") from his line; in doing this, I noticed that Neos's shout upon being summoned sounded a bit low due to the isolation, so I also used UVR to isolate his shout from his summoning in episode 96 (as it's actually the same animation and nearly the same shout) and mixed it in behind Judai's voice. I then added the fixed audio to the clip involved, clipped out the surrounding video and audio and combined everything back to make it seamless. (I'll probably want to go back and fix it in 62... lol)

During the preview for 120, as Manjoume leaves his Infirmary bed, the Ojamas are suddenly materialized under his sheets, but there's a quick frame as the sheets unfurl to reveal them and they start to move where Ojama Yellow's right eye vanishes. As the error happens in 120 proper, too, I fixed this by first applying a quick fix there, just masking out Ojama Yellow's right eye from the previous frame and putting it back.

[grumpymiika]

♡ TW: Yandere, light gore

♡ I wrote this story in collaboration with DanStar!!

On a sunny morning, you eagerly prepared yourself, brimming with excitement, ready to enjoy an entire day at the amusement park.

You had spent countless hours crafting the perfect day, determined to make the most of your long-overdue day off. The anticipation was palpable—how long had it been since you last took time for yourself? Always burdened with obligations, today was a rare exception.

Sliding into your car, you turned the key and started the engine, heading toward "Dream Park." Upon arrival, you were struck by the sheer grandeur of the place. It felt surreal, as if you’d stepped into a dream. Since your youth, you had loved amusement parks, though opportunities to visit had been few and far between. Today promised to be extraordinary—or so it seemed.

Without delay, you dashed toward the Ferris wheel. Riding one had always been your dream, yet life’s circumstances had never allowed it. If only you had known what awaited you, you might have reconsidered stepping into that cabin.

The queue was long, much longer than you anticipated. Why were so many people here on a Monday? You’d specifically chosen this day to avoid the crowds. What a disappointment!

Lost in thought, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you were met with a man whose smile was both wide and unsettling, his deep brown eyes piercing straight through you. He was stunning—too stunning. His hypnotic gaze lingered on you, and you felt your heart falter under its weight.

“Uh… Hello?” you stammered, suddenly self-conscious. You had spent far too long gawking at him, forgetting to act like a normal human being.

“Hi… Uh, do you need something?” Your voice was soft, barely audible yet clear enough for him to hear.

“I don’t have anyone to ride with, and you seem to be in the same situation. Could we share a cabin? I’m not fond of being alone.”

“Of course!” you blurted out before thinking. It was painfully obvious that you had a weakness for attractive men, especially ones with such perfect features. His smile broadened—if that were even possible. That smile… You failed to notice the veiled malice behind it, mistaking it for friendliness.

Finally, it was your turn. The two of you entered the cabin, taking in the breathtaking, picturesque view as the Ferris wheel ascended.

Your joy was uncontainable; you looked like a child with a brand-new toy. What you didn’t notice, however, were his eyes—those deep brown eyes fixated solely on you. The scenery held no interest for him; only you filled his vision. He had chosen you, and he had no intention of letting you go. After all, wasn’t this your fault? Who told you to accept a stranger’s invitation?

As the seconds passed and the Ferris wheel climbed higher, the vibrant, colorful lights held your attention. You turned briefly to glance at the man sharing your cabin. His unwavering gaze still rested on you, his smile fixed. What was he thinking? That unnerving silence hung thick in the air, almost deafening.

A cold shiver ran down your spine as you felt an icy touch on your hand. Startled, you looked down to find his hand resting on yours. His eyes now gleamed with an intensity that bordered on sinister, his smile widening in a way that exuded chaotic, twisted affection. His dilated pupils seemed to pierce through your very soul.

Snapping yourself out of this trance, you closed your eyes tightly, counting to five. When you opened them again, he was gazing out the window, his expression calm. The sound of the cabin door opening was a welcome relief—it was time to leave. Thank heavens… But what was that sensation? And what had just transpired?

You hurriedly exited the cabin, unease gnawing at you. What did he want? What was his name? As you wandered the park, your eyes darted around, searching for solace. Nearly stumbling, your breath grew shallow and labored. The world around you felt like it was collapsing; the fun had vanished, leaving only dread and aversion in its wake.

“Please… Someone…” you whispered into the noisy void, your voice drowned out by the cacophony of the park. Just as you were about to collapse, a familiar figure caught you. His broad smile greeted you like an ominous shadow. Those captivating brown eyes now filled you with unease.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he said, breathless and flushed. With a swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward a car.

Too weak to resist, you found yourself at his mercy. In your most vulnerable state, he had emerged as your personal nightmare. He shoved you into the car with brutal force, your head striking the doorframe. Before you could even process what was happening, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

Throughout the drive, you stared blankly at the car’s ceiling, unable to move. The foreign smells of the car filled your senses, and the light outside gradually faded, giving way to darkness.

After what felt like an eternity, clarity returned, though only faintly. Your hand fumbled for the door lock, and with a click, the door swung open. You tumbled out onto the ground, your body stiff.

For a brief moment, you lay there, gazing at the tranquil sky, watching the trees sway gently in the breeze. Then reality struck, and you scrambled to your feet, running as fast as your legs could carry you.

But you weren’t alone. Footsteps pounded behind you, growing closer with every breathless stride. The dark sky and faint moonlight made it difficult to see ahead, yet the thought of returning to your family spurred you onward.

Your breathing grew shallow and ragged, but you refused to stop. Then came a deafening sound, cutting through the silence of the forest—a gunshot. Pain seared through your leg, and you crumpled to the ground like prey felled by a hunter’s bullet.

The chase had ended.

He approached your fallen body, his footsteps slow and deliberate. The agony in your leg was overwhelming, a burning torment unlike anything you had ever experienced. Tears streamed down your face, unbidden.

What a tragic tableau—a helpless figure sprawled on the forest floor, a madman standing over her with a smoking gun.

Terribly sweet, isn’t it? At least to him, it was. For months, he had been watching you, pursuing you. A quiet, solitary man, he had never expected to fall so deeply—or obsessively—for someone. If such twisted infatuation could even be called love.

You’re in quite the predicament now. But don’t worry; he’ll take care of you. Not that you have a choice.

[slicznymartwy]

hey, girl! i loove your billy lenz work— aka i literally adore it 🩶. but anyways, i was wondering if you could write up some needy! billy. like i know he’s needy all the time but if he’s so needy he literally forces himself to speak up about it, i think it’ll be great. you don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna, no pressure, ml — ★.

i loved this !! my biggest hc is that billy's only talkative on the phone and is a little quieter in person, so its fun to put him in a Situation where he's so needy he has to speak his mind. also, sorry it took so long for me to write! i have to get back to writing everyday warnings: nsfw, sex stuff, billy's usual dirty mouth, not proof read .. i'm sorry T T

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!afab!reader

Dropping your weighty luggage off by the door, you let out the sigh that’s been building up inside of you since you started your voyage. Two cab rides and three trains later, you’re finally back across the border and on campus. The sky was already pitch black, and the sorority house was similarly dark, with no lights on anywhere.

Kicking off your boots and throwing your heavy coat onto the coat rack, you contemplate laying on the sofa and falling asleep right there. It’s tempting, since the stairs seem as tall as Mount Everest right now. You don’t even want to think about lugging your bags up. 

After some quick negotiating with yourself, you cut your losses and leave your bags at the door before taking the trek up to your bedroom. Whatever momentary relief the couch might give you will surely be replaced with even more sore muscles.

You tried to tell yourself that was the only reason for you wanting to go upstairs, but what was the use pretending? Your shame was destroyed the moment you let the stranger living in the attic use your mouth like a pussy, cradling your head and fucking into your throat until you choked and cried.

With your core tightening in anticipation, you ignore your room and head straight for the bathroom. You wash away the dirt and sweat from the long travel day with a hot shower. The water melts your tense muscles, and you wish you could spend another hour in the shower; you definitely won’t have that luxury once the other girls come back from their families. 

You don’t want to make him wait any longer.

With damp hair and a towel around your waist, you pad over to your bedroom in the dark. You must be leaving droplets of water as you go, but you can’t make yourself care. The water will dry by the morning, you tell yourself. You don’t know what Billy will do if you’re another moment late. 

When you open the door, you see him right away. He’s sitting in your desk chair, sprawled out like he tried to get comfortable but couldn’t. 

His foot is on the seat of the chair, with his knee bent up against his chest, and the other leg stretched out in front of him. He’s hunched in on himself, and one elbow leans against your desk. When he sees you, though, he stands to his full height. He is a shadow in the darkness. God, you missed him so much.

“Hi, Billy,” you say with a smile. He makes a sound, a mix between a relieved sigh and a dirty moan, and rushes to you. It only barely crosses your mind to be afraid of him, but you’re not. He hugs you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

You wrap your own arms around him, rubbing his shoulders slowly, feeling the soft material of his sweater that you missed so much while you were away.

Billy’s quiet like he always is when you talk to him in person. He can always talk your ear off on the phone, but when it’s face-to-face, Billy has a funny way of getting too shy to do more than nod or shake his head. 

Something feels different, though, with how hard he’s clutching your waist. You can’t tell if he just doesn’t want to let you go, or if he’s just imagining squeezing the life out of you.

Pulling back enough to see his face, you stroke his hair out of his eyes. You love his eyes, even when he stares like he’s seeing into your soul. The first time you saw his eyes, you thought they looked unnatural - you had never seen such a vivid eye color in your life. His eyes were such a light amber, they almost looked orange in the moonlight. 

Billy stares you down as you admire his features. Petting his cheekbone with your thumb, you imagine him telling you everything you want to hear. I missed you. I want you. I can’t live without you.

Instead, he says, “I fucked your pillows.” Although his voice sounds thick from disuse, it’s also deep. He rarely uses his deep voice, even when speaking over the phone. 

You’re so pleased to hear him, his words barely register in your mind.

“Yeah?” you say, tucking his hair behind his ear. Billy nods, not paying any mind as he undoes your work.

“Thought about you. Thought about fucking your throat and your pretty pussy,” he stutters, spitting out the alliteration. You touch his cheek again.

“Did you make a mess?” you ask him softly. His eyes close as he starts to nod, making your hand rub on his cheek. He turns his face, letting your hand drag down his nose and back up along his other cheek. You smile and move your hand yourself, stroking his face the way he was craving.

“Do you need me that badly?” 

Billy groans and he nods again, quicker than before. His breath shakes as he gulps audibly.

“Can I,” he starts, but has to stop to lick his lips. His mouth sounds so wet, like he’s already salivating at the thought of you. “Can I taste your pussy? Pretty piggy cunt. Please? I’ll be good, just wanna taste it. Wanna taste.” His voice trails off, eyes still closed like he’s afraid you might say no.

You pout and rub your thumb over one of his eyelids, feeling his long eyelashes flutter delicately under your touch.

“Let’s lay down first, okay? C’mon,” you say, gently taking Billy’s hands and leading him to your bed. You leave your damp towel on the back of your chair, and you can feel Billy’s eyes on your bare body.

You avoid your pillows as you lay down, pulling Billy on top of you. He goes readily, letting his full weight rest on you. He seems perfectly happy to stay close to you, and he makes no move to rearrange himself. 

“Heavy,” you murmur, gently pushing Billy off of you. He doesn’t go very far, but it’s a little easier to breathe without him squeezing the air from your lungs. He starts to kiss you neck, making you sigh contently.

“Did your pig-,” he pauses to kiss your ear lobe, taking your earring in his mouth for just a moment. He moans quietly, then finishes, “Did your piggy cunt miss me?”

You smile at that, stroking Billy’s hair.

“It did,” you admit softly. Billy’s moan is soft, even with how close to your ear he was. He kisses your helix, then your tragus, then your cheekbone.

“My cock missed you, too,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your cheek. “Wanna get my hot cum all over your piggy clit. Please.”

“Later. You have to fuck me first,” you tell him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Don’t you wanna-?“ 

He doesn’t let you finish, instead practically shouting, “Yes.” 

“Please. Please, please, please,” he continues, and you can feel his hardening cock against your hip. “Wanna- wanna rub my cock on your clit, please. Just wanna rub it. Just use my tip, please. Wanna feel you so badly.” 

“You’re being romantic today,” you giggle.

“I love you,” he confesses. 

You don’t respond to that. You stroke along his cheek.

“Can I put my tongue in it?” he whispers. You can hardly see him in the dark room - what little light you get from the moon avoids your bed, but you don’t need it to know how he’s looking at you. 

You nod, and watch as he climbs off the bed and kneels in front of you. He kisses the inside of your knee first, then moves higher along your thighs. His lips brush against your sensitive skin, and you must be getting wet now. 

Billy’s so close, you have no doubt he can tell how affected you are, not when your cunt clicks with slick as you part your legs even wider.

He whines when you bare yourself to him. It’s a genuine whine, loud and unmistakable. He separates your pussy lips even further with his thumbs, inspecting it like it would have changed during the time you were gone.

“I missed you,” he murmurs. He’s not saying it to you, though. He kisses your clit and your hips buck against his face.

“Show me,” you tell him, putting a hand in his hair. He leans against your touch like he’s a sunflower and you’re the sun. The thought makes you smile.

“Need you,” he whines again, and you can feel his lips against your slit. His tongue traces along your hole, and your thighs tighten around his face. “Need you so bad. Gonna kill you if you leave me again.”

“I know,” you whisper, your mind getting hazy with lust. “I’m not gonna leave again.”

It’s a lie, but it doesn’t matter right now. Billy needs you, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. He’ll take from you until he turns you into bones, and you’re sure you’ll thank him anyways. His amber eyes stare at you while his tongue prods at your entrance. For a moment, you’re not sure who needs who more. 

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a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated <3

[they-lived]

The FMA 03 Post

Welcome to the FMA 03 Review no one asked for lol it’s 6 pages of rambling and barely making a point y’all can definitely keep scrolling

TLDR - there’s a lot to like about this series and while this story delves more into tropes and storytelling themes that I am personally not a fan of, I’m glad I watched it! It’s a little convoluted and even though I wish they’d focused on some parts more than others, I overall enjoyed this chaotic binge session.

I’m breaking down my review into four sections: Things I Really Dig, Things I Wish They’d Explored More, Things I Didn’t Vibe With, and Final Thoughts

Keep in mind that I did not grow up with this series, I watched Brotherhood for the first time last year as an adult and had no exposure to the manga or any FMA content beforehand. I went into this bitch basically blind and did so very deliberately. Having said that, in this review I will try to talk about the series in a way that is divorced from Brotherhood as much as possible because they’re stand alone series as far as I’m concerned - I will probably fail at this but I’m going to try.

Also quick disclaimer: if the more negative parts of this post end up longer than the positive it’s because I feel the need to over explain myself. I’m not trying to be a negative bitch I just feel like if I’m going to be critical I need to come correct and thoroughly explain why I feel that way lol.

Things I Really Dig:

I enjoyed how much backstory everyone got. I feel like Trisha especially got much more fleshed out as a person and I liked getting to see more instances of her being such a present figure in the Elric’s childhood. I also loved getting more side adventures before we dove dick first into the thick of the main story, all the side quests were entertaining and were generally really fun little romps with the boys. The first half of the series is entertaining and introduces really fun side plots that build up the world and the characters in interesting ways.

I loved getting more time with a few background characters! More Maria Ross and Sheska was a huge win for me personally and having more episodes with Hughes and Nina before the horrors was a treat. I also enjoyed Winry getting involved in investigating Hughes’ murder with Sheska which I was very skeptical of at first - that turned out much more fun than I was anticipating.

Jumping off of the above point - I really love what they did with Shou Tucker. What a concept to make him in to a recurring villain who was so unsettling and so fucked up! I think they could have used him more but that’s a minor gripe because anytime he showed back up I was really invested. Very impressed by where they took his character.

While I can’t think of any specific lines that really got me, I enjoyed the dialogue in this show a lot. I had some laugh out loud moments and some moments where I actually audibly said ‘damn that’s a sick line’. Yes, I did watch this show alone with my cat and still talked to myself about it, I like having fun lol. Some sequences were hokey but in a way that leaned in hard to its cheese that I personally really like. I’m a simple girl with simple needs, give me over the top banter and lean into it and I will probably like it lol.

Things I Wish They’d Explored More:

While I think the idea of the homunculus being a result of human transmutation is an interesting concept, I feel like they didn’t delve into this idea as much as I would have liked. Lust’s backstory and integration was by far the most well done in this regard but most of the other homunculi did not get the same level of investment as her. Envy’s backstory is fascinating but they didn’t do much with it and I would have loved to see more of it. I also like the concept of Sloth being the boy’s mother but wish she had been utilized more and honestly weaponized against them. Bradley was the most disappointing in this way but we’ll get more into my thoughts on him later. Also RIP Gluttony, you’ll never get a backstory buddy and that’s rough lol.

They mentioned a few times that the homunculus are a result of ‘failed’ human transmutation which implies that it can be successfully done. It would have been super interesting if we found out there was a way to do it successfully and what that would look like. I think it’s implied that’s what Dante and Hohenheim were doing but I was honestly unclear about that… I think it’s also implied that Nina at the end is successfully transmuted but once again I was unclear about that so my question still stands lol. Would it still make a homunculus? Would that person know they’d died? Would the alchemist still see the gate? Then that could lead into one of the alchemists we know (probably Ed lol) goes mad scientist for an arc which could be super cool. It’s something I would have been interested to see.

I felt a distinct lack of political machinations going on in the background in this series. I assumed that there were some things going on behind closed doors because of my familiarity with the world but I wish we had gotten to see more of it. When Mustang and co were doing their thing I really enjoyed it but it was too few and far between for me. What we got was great. I just wanted more of it.

Jumping off of the above I missed team Mustang shenanigans. I love that team of losers and I wanted more of them because they were written in really fun and interesting ways.

Things I Didn’t Vibe With:

I feel like generally the characterizations of most of the core cast were weaker than I was expecting. I really didn’t like how they used Bradley, I never found his presence very threatening or interesting, we didn’t get to see him engage with the plot much, and I generally felt like he wasn’t involved in anything going on until his fight with Mustang at the end; Wrath had an interesting set up but I felt like his character never really went anywhere nor did I feel like he was presented in a way that intrigued me, I was mostly left feeling ambivalent towards him at best and annoyed by him at worst; Scar wasn’t particularly engaging and I felt like I got lost in the sauce with his character more than anyone else, I felt like a lot of his arc went unspoken or was meant to be internal but as a result I didn’t feel connected to him - also I’m straight up begging for us to stop having character be secretly in love with their sibling’s partner I have never been able to get behind this and it did Scar no favors here; something about Izumi in this iteration rubbed me the wrong way, I think it’s because she had a lot of big plot pieces in her back pocket that she didn’t tell the brothers and her lack of empathy upon learning that the boys did the taboo rubbed me the wrong way; I’m sorry to say it but I really didn’t like Al in this version, I felt like he would swing wildly between being active and passive (biggest offender of this was ‘we need to do something to stop the homunculi!’ and then we start trying to address the homunculi and he’s mad that we’re killing them… when we have no reason to believe there’s any other way of dealing with them because at that point we know the philosopher’s stone takes human lives to create and even if we did have one we don’t know how to use it to help the homunculi become human… which what does that even mean are we going to be sapping souls out of the ether? I digress) and beyond that he often got relegated to hanging out with side characters I already didn’t particularly care for (Martel is the main one who comes to mind). I think this issue is a consequence of the more sprawling story because everyone has so much to do in a given episode, let alone the whole story, their development is either quietly lurking in the background or never fully addressed. I found more of the characters to be less intriguing and their arcs to be harder to follow. I’m still not sure why Scar decided to run off to make a philosopher’s stone or why Hoenheim didn’t do anything during his confrontation with Dante. Ultimately, this cast has more stuff to do but as a result I felt like they weren’t as well defined or explored.

I really didn’t vibe with Dante as a villain, while I understand her motivations and I think she was serviceable for the story being told - I didn’t find her threatening or enjoyable to watch (which in my humble opinion you need at least one of those things for a villain to work). It might have been because she really isn’t around much but even when she is I felt like she didn’t add a lot to the scenes she was a part of. I’m thinking of the arc in Liore specifically, because yes she’s there and grooming Rose to join her but it’s never a major focus. By the time we reach the end and she is revealed to be the mastermind she is extremely powerful, yes, but I weirdly never questioned how we were going to defeat her. I just kind of vaguely assumed she would be the source of her own demise and that’s exactly what happened. Even her confrontation with Hoenheim left a lot to be desired, especially considering their shared history; which we find out about in the same episode that she sends him to the other side, so any emotional weight we could have had with her is thrown very quickly out the window.

This show suffers from the overuse of a trope I personally can’t stand, which is the ‘I’ll tell you about this plot point at another time’ - and yes most anime, books, and movies do use this trope including Brotherhood - trust me it bothered me there too - but it came up a lot in 03. Izumi gets saddled with this the most consistently (which probably contributed to me not enjoying her) but much more egregiously the Elrics themselves do this a whole lot to each other. There are so many times between the brothers where they should be having a conversation to propel the story forward, but instead, we stall for time with an attack or a completely different plot point that makes the show take a sharp detour for an entire episode or more before we get back to that conversation. This is a personal pet peeve of mine in general, but especially in this story where there is so much going on that every diversion muddied the waters more than it needed to. There were many times I felt like I was missing something or that I hadn’t kept up with the story only to find out at the end of the episode that a conversation which should have been at the start of the episode hadn’t actually finished and we were finally getting back to it.

I don’t like how the Ishbal War was handled in this version. It’s very referential to a lot of characters' backstories and it comes up in conversation often but something in the way that it is presented isn’t as engaging or emotionally impactful as it should have been. I think this comes from less of our core cast being involved in the war (only Mustang, Kimblee, Armstrong, and Bradley were there as opposed to Hawkeye, Hughes, Mustang, Armstrong, Kimblee, Envy, and Bradley) and thus we have fewer perspectives on what went down. Yes the chimera being the ones to start the war and recontextualizing it was an interesting concept but I feel like it weirdly made the whole thing less engaging. I think this is a case study of my biggest qualm with the series as a whole. There were so many moving parts that I found it difficult to keep up with and as a result was less engaged with it and started more passively consuming whatever they threw at me next. The story of the war starts with us being fed the ‘a child was shot and as a result uprisings started’ narrative but the chimera are actually the ones who started it pre-chimera transformation, but then how did that story about the child being shot get started? Who’s the real Juliet Douglas and why did the homunculus re-use her identity? That seems like a weird slip up for these otherwise very smart competent beings to make in their master plan. Are we expected to believe they didn’t think anyone would notice because they simply think they’re better than humans? Because otherwise they waste a lot of effort covering their tracks in other ways if they think it’s pointless. Also it seems like only the state alchemists were sent in to deal with the Ishbal war but I might have just gotten that confused because we don’t know of any non-alchemists who were there. Then we have the Dr. Marcoh of it all and the war kind of seems like violence for violence’s sake? Like Dr. Marcoh did make the stone presumably from the casualties from the war but I don’t think we ever get confirmation of that. And he does have a philosopher’s stone and the military does seem to have them but Marcoh’s is the only real one - I assume - which begs the question how did he get away/why wasn’t searching for him priority number 1 for Dante and co? Why did they just start trying to make a new one instead? Also Scar's brother made a stone and we never get an exact number on how many souls need to be used to make a stone so presumably Dr. Marcoh could have made dozens of them but only he had a single real one? Or did he have multiple and he stole all of them and this is the only one left? Since Marcoh is eaten by Gluttony like two episodes after we meet him his story never gets fully explored or explained beyond Mustang helped him escape, but that leaves open a lot of unanswered questions. We see from Al’s disintegrating body that even the real philosopher’s stones take something from their host so have the other stones disappeared? Does Dante know this? Then to muddy the waters further we never get a proper ending for the Ishbalans because all of the attention goes back to Liore and unless I really missed something none of these threads link up by the end. It’s just kind of hand waved off as we move into all the other things going on. It just felt messy and weirdly impersonal even with meeting those two kids who were actually there and it honestly feels tangential to Scar’s character as well, which is pretty unfortunate as the war arc is so impactful to me as a viewer. I can’t exactly pinpoint why this version of the war was less engaging for me but something about it felt oddly impersonal, like no one was trying to right those wrongs or pay homage to the past, it was just… background noise.

The overall theme and messages - now as a disclaimer I prefer happy endings and hopeful stories so if I had been forewarned about 03’s ending (which I actively avoided as previously mentioned I went in blind and I did so on purpose) I probably wouldn’t have had a problem with it… however, this series didn’t end in a way that satisfied me, even excluding the real world/parallel universe stuff which I will not be touching in this review. The end debate boiling down to whether or not equivalent exchange is a fundamental rule of this world translating into ‘does hard work pay off’ isn’t inherently bad or poorly executed - they do spend a lot of time building into the concept and I think Dante’s monologue was well done - but they also just don’t answer their own question. The cycle kind of perpetuates itself with Al and Ed separately trying to figure out how to reunite. It’s unsatisfying not because it’s morally ambiguous or not traditionally ‘happy’, but because it presents a story without a conclusion. I’ve heard that Shamballa is the true ending of 03 and maybe that’s true but the series concludes in such a way that I felt like pieces of the puzzle were still missing. Dante gets killed off screen by her own creation, two of the homunculi are still at large, and our main characters are in the same situation they started their story in. Yes, the world is better off because of everything the Elrics did but my emotional investment as a viewer is in the brothers and their journey, which feels incomplete. The show asks us directly ‘does hard work pay off’ and then kinda shrugs its shoulders and I did have to google the ending just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I’m not saying the show needed to hand its thesis to me on a silver platter and I’m not saying I couldn’t draw my own conclusions based on what they gave me, it’s just that the conclusion I come to is unclear based on this ending. Al having no memory of the last four years and being in his ten year old body only to pursue alchemy all over again to find Ed feels like an incomplete story to me. Ed going to research rocket science to get back to Amestris made sense but still feels odd. I’m left feeling unsatisfied because the brother’s story isn’t over yet and that’s the story I felt like the series was trying to tell.

In addition, this story was clearly more open ended and just generally didn’t answer many of the big moral questions it presents. And ambiguity is fine to have in a story and I am once again not saying I need everything spoonfed to me. However, I feel this show didn’t really take a stance on any of its big questions and I think this also contributed to my feelings of being dissatisfied with the conclusion. This story has a whole host of moral questions that it explores but those questions are mostly left unanswered. Lust’s ponderings on what happens when she dies and what would actually make her human; Does equivalent exchange (and therefore hard work) fundamentally drive this world; Are the sacrifices we make for the betterment of others worthwhile. These questions are interesting and 03 does a really good job of exploring multiple angles with each of these ponderings, but by never taking a stance on even one of the above it leaves multiple arcs hanging. I think this also contributes to a lack of satisfaction at the end of the series because it ultimately feels like the show’s not done talking when it’s over and that’s disappointing. Does the movie answer these questions and take a firmer stance? Maybe but I haven’t seen it yet sooooooo guess we’ll find out.

Final Thoughts:

I think that 03 was extremely ambitious and I applaud the writers for really going for a complex story with a lot of ambiguity. However, I think that there were too many threads and the story gets caught up in itself a lot. I think that if a few stories were cut or at the very least simplified it would have greatly improved my overall enjoyment of the series. I’m sure they had no say in the amount of episodes we got but I think that if they were going to go this big with the story they needed more episodes to really get the full impact of their storylines. I understand why 03 is iconic for a lot of people but it’s ultimately just not the type of story that I personally enjoy.

All of this having been said, as a new FMA fan I’m glad I’ve seen it and definitely don’t feel like I wasted my time or anything like that, it’s just not something I’m likely to revisit.

[of-elitiism]

"do you like me?" Tsuyu @ Achim?

forty random questions - accepting

As he brought the bottle up to take a drink from, Achim suddenly hesitated when he heard her inquiry, yellow eyes turning to shoot her an intrigued look. It was shortly lived though, as he immediately snorted in amusement and took to taking a couple of generous sips of his beer. It was definitely not the most proper way to serve his after-hours drink, but this wasn't really a fancy restaurant now, was it? It was the loud and crowded club he just finished his shift at and now took to one of the booths to have a drink and a conversation with a stranger before heading home. However, he found himself caught in conversation with her for much longer than he anticipated. Not that he minded, she was quite polite and flirty and he enjoyed throwing back the same energy. That last question though, felt a bit different to him.

"...Kinda depends," he answered, turning towards her and lounging more comfortably, with one elbow against the backrest of the seats and his cheek against his palm while his other hand spun the beer bottle at its base, idly. "If you're askin' me if ya're pretty--- yeah, you're a really nice lookin' lady. If ya meant if i like our conversation--- that's also a yes, i'm havin' fun talkin' to ya," he's quite animated when he talks; hand movements, the slight tilting of his head to further enunciate certain words and, of course, a smug lil smile tugging at his lips.

"However--- i'm feelin' something's a bit off. Ya have perfume on, but it can't cover up all of ya scent. Kinda musky, kinda feral--- got me a bit suspicious of who i'm actually talkin' to," there's still a relaxed demeanor to the wolf, obviously this wasn't meant as an accusation, but rather as some sort of teasing.

"Also those sharp things---" leaning in slightly, his finger pointed briefly at her teeth. "They look more like they're meant to just give a hefty bite, not really meant for full on huntin'. These are used for huntin---" he pushed up his top lip to reveal his own set of fangs, bigger and wider than what he noticed peeking between her lips.

"So yeah, i kinda need t'learn more before i make up my mind 'bout how much i actually like ya~"

@incandescentia

[kojinnie]

HAVEN :: 22.10

I’ve always loved history. Ironically there was never a history to how I came to like history. I guess one day I gained consciousness and realized that life’s noise had become unbearable, I needed a haven, and the idea of a distant past, where everything was calmer, foreign and yet welcoming, came to be my salvation.

History was nothing but a place in our head, I once read it from a nameless writing on Twitter. I found it odd to think that even the most officiated turns of events in history, was nothing more than just someone else’s memory, immortalized through some writing or visual materials, but there were no longer there in flesh, and yet the truth that it bears is as valid as the present.

I didn’t like thinking that our meeting a month ago was just a place in my head, not a destination I could revisit and feel with my hands – the swampy air, the humidity that fogged your glasses, my shyness of trying to talk to you, and your polite kindness that probably did not mean a thing to you. Even more than that, I didn’t like facing the fact that that day meant a lot to me to the point of my wishing of its preservation, like a time loop in a jar that I could open and experience all the time. But for you? It was probably just another workday. Hell, look at me now, I am even delving into this philosophical conundrum, trying to make sense of my what I’m feeling towards you.

And I guess that’s why I loved history. It is an extension of my effort in trying to make sense of things, of me, of my feelings.

You probably didn’t know that I had orchestrated everything in my power for over a year, exhausting all my resourcefulness and the extent of intelligence (which was not much to begin with) to make our meeting happened. I didn’t even think it was fair to call it ‘our’ meeting, as I threw tens of thousands of company dollars, and created a convention with over seven thousand attendees – just to meet you. I spent days and night building the business case, the concept for the event, I jumped over corporate hurdles and bullshit, trying to convince my boss that having the event with you in it would drive profitability. I knew exactly there was no truth in it, I felt bad for a while, but I was so adamant of taking my shot at you, that after a while I could even start lying to myself, thinking that I was doing it for the business, and that meeting you was just an incentive that I deserved.

I know this would sound mental, but for over a year, the prospect of meeting you, imagining how you’d look like, or sound like in person, had been the beacon of anticipation hat made the year bearable.

I never thought that it would end up like this. I never made more preparations in my life than when I met you. I lost 5 kilos prior; I did botox and a bunch of other so-called ‘painless non-invasive’ procedures that left me in pain for weeks. I looked great, the old dress came to fit again. I looked pretty, or so I thought, until pictures of us came out and my teeth looked snaggy, my arms flappy and my back hunched. Was it just a bad photo, or had I always looked like that? Was I pretty when I stood alone, but standing next to you dimmed my light, for you were the brightest star of the night?

You were the light, Amine, and I was just a flicker that never caught the wood to burn.

My mind always raced back to our meeting, and the day after where I took you and the team to the Old City, where you called my name and I couldn’t contain my foolish smile as I answered, “Yes, Amine?”

“Why do you know so much?” I was staring at your lips and the way you dragged your words, but there was a lightness to it, almost playful, “Are you a historian?”

“I practically am.” I made an embarrassing chuckled, “It’s fun.”

“Nerd.”

I accepted the invitation to the banter with a dumbfounded look on my face, I knew it was my turn to come up with a witty retortion, and had I been succeeded it would be my first attempt at flirting with you, but I just stood there, staring at you, my brain failed to cooperate. You furrowed your eyebrows briefly and made a fluster apology, “Sorry I was – kidding.”

“It’s okay.”

I could feel awkwardness seeped between us, so you walked away to join the rest of the team that were taking photos of the big museum, before a cheeky, raspy voice chimed in from behind me, “That guy’s an asshole, huh?” and there I saw Joe grinning, with a dramatized look of disgust. His over-the-top gesture and expression burst the seams of any shyness or decorum that I tried to hold in front of Amine, and I blurted almost immediately, “Urgh, you had to put up with that?”

“Bleurgh,” another Jimmy Carey type of reaction from Joe, “you wouldn’t last a day in my shoes, baby.”

I was lame. Years of adolescence spent as the typical textbook loser had never prepared me to be called baby by a tall, muscular guy with bright, blue eyes. So, although Joe had never crossed my mind as it had always been occupied by the thought of Amine, I flushed like an idiot. And that reaction, was like opening the floodgate to a whole new turn of events. From shared laughter to an extended walk around the Old Town’s block away from the rest of the team that had succumbed to the city’s humid heat. Joe braced it, and I felt appreciated by his attentive nod as I explained the rather gory fun fact about the place.

Like a place that never existed, because it was a memory that I never had expected to happen or mean to carve in the indents of my brain, what happened between that day to making out with Joe all night in his messy hotel room and waking up within the embrace to his bare chest, was all a blurred memory. It was never what I expected to happen or wanted. And now Joe is across the two oceans that separated us, about to start his day while I hid away in the pretence of an early sleep. In a matter of minutes, I will see him on the broadcast that my company ran, and he’ll come out to the stage with his infallible strut, funny and confident – Joe always made sure the limelight shone on him. Beloved by many, he’s the soul of the team, and yet my eyes would always wander back to Amine. I couldn’t even recall for what qualities, since I realized I didn’t know him that much, but he remained a place in my head that I could never return from. As if I had built him a shrine too grand, too beautiful for a practical stranger I had never known about.

In the next hours, Joe would text me a good morning from his part of the world where the sun set as it rose in mine. He’d playfully beg to call me, which he would, and I would pick up while fabricating a raspy bed voice when in fact I had been awake since an hour ago. I’d ask him how his day went and how much I missed him. He’d echo my affection, and depending on the day, but if he had not fared well, he’d go to a corner of his team’s house, where he would utter how much he wished we didn’t need to keep our relationship secret. He wished I’d be more confident in claiming him in front of thousands of his fans, and he wished my company, that paid his monthly wage, would be more forgiving with our situation.

More often than not, I missed him too. But for what? I did not know. At this point I should have known already. We talked almost every day, not to mention the incessant texts between use, or his clingy, discreet voice notes that he would record in the bathroom, or his cryptic tweets intended to me that got his prepubescent fangirls on their toes, trying to decipher who were the tweets meant for. I supposed it’s his presence that I missed, the hugs, the kisses and the rest, but felt as much a stranger to me as Amine was when I wasn’t pretending.

We kept the knowledge of our relationship only to his closest ones – his coach and his teammates. And none from my side. I was too embarrassed, I had prided myself as the beacon of accountability, the shrewd, young manager who’s almost too professional. God forbid the truth of our relationship surfaced to the knowledge of my teammates, or anyone in the company directly handling Joe and Amine’s team. I would be devastated.

As Joe’s team gained knowledge of me, I often caught myself fell into a deep silent when Joe was talking from hear team’s house. My mind would wander trying to catch a glimpse of Amine’s voice or laughter in the background. Once I was lucky when Amine spoke my name, “Who are you calling? Oh, her? Hello from me!”

I didn’t think this was going to last long, I might as well enjoy it while it lasted, right? The whole situation had me questioning my intent, and my desire. It seemed to be so cruel and unfair for me to be in a discreet relationship with one man, only to fancy his mate and even worse, to personify the ideals in the form of his mate. But even then, in the sobering moment of truths, I realized it wasn’t Amine I was after, it was the idea of him that I made from months of watching him on the broadcast, and the endless scenarios I had created in my head to battle the boredom of building the event that got me to meet both Joe and Amine.

At last, I resorted to the history of me to make sense of me. I had gotten myself in a precarious situation because as a child, I was never given the proper consolation over grief. So, I always tried to bury the hurt and the loss with cheap thrills and excitement, and alas, it resumed. So stubbornly like a hereditary disease that has been ingrained too deeply into my DNA. And finally, the history of me brought me to a truth. That it was never Amine or Joe. I missed my boyfriend of three years that had drifted apart from me, or depending on several versions, it was me that walked away from him. But then again, it was probably never about Amine or Joe or my ex-boyfriend. It was probably the upbringing to which I have been conditioned with, that never accustomed me to the process of wound-healing, I’d just distract myself from the original pain by creating numerous new pains.

The history of me came to make sense of me again.

[silentprincessandsweethibiscus]

Four Minus one:

Chapter 3- Arson is a Totally Valid Pastime: Just a little lighthearted fun amongst the chaos squad, what could possibly go wrong?

And its done! this chapter took so much longer to write than i anticipated. it was giving me trouble right from the get-go, and then another hyper fixation decided to consume my whole brain for about a month, so im just glad to be putting this one up tbh. the next one is already in the works, and going better then this did, and the one after that is done, so fingers crossed i shouldnt disappear for over a month again.

The group of Links had fallen into an easy rhythm. Working in a team was a bit difficult for some of them, but a larger chunk than Four had expected fell into it at least somewhat naturally. Warriors, Sky, and surprisingly Wild all attributed it to being knights. Or at least, in Wild’s case, having the muscle memory of being a knight. Time vaguely mentioned something about a War. Wind talked about his life at sea. Twilight joked that it was no different to herding the kids back home, and refused to elaborate on if he meant goats or Hylian kids. Legend and Hyrule were the only two that really struggled with it. Although, it was easy enough to drag Wild and Wind into some kind of trouble as well. 

Which is exactly what was happening now. Wild, Wind, and Hyrule were all trying to talk Four into helping them with, something. They were honestly a bit unsure, with the three of them all talking over each other, but Wild had promised vegetable risotto for dinner if they helped, and there was no way Four was about to turn that down.

“I still don’t understand what it is you even need me for.” They looked up at the three, book open in their lap. Wild had not waited for Four to acknowledge them before they started talking, so Four had been unable to put it away before starting this conversation, and they were honestly a bit glad it wasn’t in Hylian, as they were pretty sure none of the three knew any other languages.

“Because it’s, like,” Wind thought about it for a moment. “It's like an experiment! Come on Four, you love those!”

“Plus,” Hyrule added, “Time says we need a ‘responsible Link’ if we are gonna walk away from camp to do anything with fire.” Four was fairly certain that Hyrule was adding on a bonus reason, not implying that Four wouldn’t also enjoy whatever chaos they wanted to get into, but they still raised their eyebrow in question of the phrasing.

Wild also recognized how that sentence could be misconstrued and elbowed Hyrule in the side. “But we were totally gonna invite you to help us anyways.”

Four laughed at that. “You better.” They gave the other three a wicked grin and dropped their voice to just above a whisper. “But, the longer Time, Twilight, and Warriors think I’m responsible the better. For all four of us.”

They got matching grins back from Wild and Hyrule, and a hearty “Whoop!” from Wind as they packed their book back away, and the four of them set off, away from camp. It was at this point that Four realized each of them had a flaming item in hand. Wild had a meteor rod, Wind his bow, and Hyrule had a fire rod Four was almost certain fea had ‘borrowed’ from Legend. 

As they walked, Four put some thought into it before pulling out their gust jar. “You three seem to have the fire covered, I’ve got this. Can put it out real quick if I need to be the responsible one, but that’s not the only thing it can do.”

As they got to the clearing Wild started pulling out firewood. “You are on ‘documentation’ and ‘put out’ duty then. We wanna see which item can make the biggest blaze before it runs out. Twenty bundles of wood for each of us should be a decent start.”

“Only twenty?” Hyrule raised an eyebrow. “We use like, three or four to start the campfire.”

“Yea,” Wind nodded, practically vibrating as he bounced around from foot to foot. “I feel like twenty is lowballing it a bit Wild.” Four laughed. “I’m with Wild. We want to see which item will make the largest blaze, not start a forest fire.” Pulling out one of their journals from their pack they began drawing up some charts to record the coming information on. “Twenty is more than enough to start.”

Wind blew a raspberry at Four. “Aw come on man, what happened to you not being a responsible Link?” “This isn’t responsible, this is knowing that starting a forest fire would skew our results.” They looked up from the journal. “I want accuracy.”

“And I don’t want an earful from Legend later.” Hyrule added with a chuckle, seeming like fae had just considered how upset faer’s predecessor would be if they got into any trouble out here.

“Right.” Wild nodded as they put down the last pile, all three of them set evenly around the clearing. “Then that's settled. There’s huge areas without trees in both mine and Rulie’s eras if we need to replicate this with a bigger pile later.” “This is a test experiment for the time being.” Four added with a nod. They stood in the middle of the clearing, gust jar at the ready, taking notes as the other three worked. They had to chase down several misfires from Wilds meteor rod, and it was the first to break. Followed by Hyrules magic for the fire rod running out, then Winds fire arrows. The blazes all seemed the same at the end of it, which would say some interesting things about the meteor rod, but all three of the fires seemed to be as big as they were gonna get without more wood, so the results were largely inconclusive. 

Four mused that when they had the chance they would have to replicate the experiment with a few different wood pile sizes as Hyrule drank a potion for the magic depletion and the other two packed up their stuff. Four began to mumble to themself, scratching more notes into their journal while trying to block out Wind and Wilds roughhousing in the background.

Wild said something and there was a blissful moment of silence from their friends before Four heard the telltale whistle of an arrow and felt someone shove them. Snapping back into focus, and throwing the journal into their pouch with practiced ease, Four made a quick check of their surroundings. They noted Hyrule in front of them, faer’s reflect spell dissipating after a moment, Wild was to their left, and Wind in place beside Hyrule. All four heroes pulled out their swords, just in time for the clearing to fill with Wind’s era’s miniblin. Further assessment determined the arrows to be coming from a few of Sky’s bokoblins hiding between the trees. 

The four of them quickly got to work, dancing around each other and taking out the miniblins, but the archers were creating a decent obstacle. They managed to cut the miniblins' numbers down by about a quarter, but the fewer of them there were the easier it became for the bokoblins to hit the heroes, instead of their own allies. An arrow managed to strike true, hitting Wind in the leg, making him stumble and miss the miniblin he was aiming for. Four jumped in to cover for him as he shouted obscenities that would make Blue both proud and horrified.

Wind took the cover to yank the arrow out and glared at the trees. “We need to take out the archers!”

There was a flash of blue as Wild exchanged their sword for a bow. “Four, you and I take them?” “Agreed. Wind, you’ve got me.” It was a statement, not a question, but Wind still nodded as he and Four traded places so Four could exchange their own weapons out. “I've got the Eastern half if you have the Western?”

Wild didn’t respond as they got into position, and the two still fighting with swords got back into a rhythm of covering them from miniblin attacks as they worked. Soon enough the bokoblin archers were dealt with, and the two Hylian archers turned their bows on the closer threat.

“At least these all seem to be normal monsters,” Wind chimed in as he took out another one, “None of them seem to have black blood.” “Don’t jinx us sailor, the fights not over yet.”  Four shouted as they shot a miniblin rounding on Hyrule. On que there was a booming roar and the group felt the ground shake. Fortunately for the heroes, the few remaining miniblins all shrieked and scattered. Unfortunately for them, a moment later a lynel entered the clearing.

“Shit! It's one of mine!” Wild replaced their bow for the oddest looking weapon Four had ever seen as they dodged an attack from their newest opponent. “Everyone scatter! Take it from different sides, and whatever you do, avoid its front!”

They watched as Wild immediately did exactly the opposite of what they just warned, crouching down right in the lynel’s path, and as Hyrule ran to the monster left, fae yelled in horror. “What are you doing?”

Wind and Four took the right as Wild shot up with a burst of air. The lynel stopped suddenly when its target shot out of view, giving the other three time to strike before it roared and turned to the biggest threat, shooting fire breath at the spot Four and Wind were in. Four yelped and jumped to its left, and Wind to its right. With Hyrule now at its back the three managed a few more hits before a blur flew down towards the monster's back. Despite its size Wild managed to slam the strange weapon against it several times in quick succession before the lynel finally dropped in a puff of smoke.

There were a few tense moments as they all waited for something else to come out of the woods. When nothing did Hyrule rounded on Wind and pointed at the ground. Wind threw up his hands and took a step back. “Whoa, whoa, I’m fine. Let's get back to camp first.”

“Unwise.” Four looked down at the spot where the arrow had pierced Wind. “Time and Warriors are already going to fuss over that wound as is. Would you prefer it to be open when they do? That would just give them more of a reason.”

There was a bark before Wolfie tried to gently make Wind sit with his paw. “See,” Wild added, “Even Wolfie agrees with Four.” There was a pause as Wind agreed with a grumble before Wild processed what they just said. “Oh Fuck! Wolfie!”

Wild’s wolf companion fixed them with an exasperated glare, barked once, booped Hyrule’s ankle with his nose, then fixed his glare back on Wild. Hyrule just nodded in response. “Read you loud and clear Wolfie. Wild, you're next.”

“No need. I just slammed it a bit hard on my landing there.” They pulled out their slate and started swiping the screen. “I just need a red potion. Four, do you need one?”

Four shook their head in response. “Nah, just some scrapes and bruises over here. I’ll probably bandage up a few of them when we get back to camp, but no need to waste a potion on any of it.”

“I want to look you over first, but you’re right, no need to waste a potion on that.”  Hyrule nodded as fae healed up Wind’s leg. 

Four agreed and Hyrule made quick work of checking them all over. Once fae declared them all clear enough to head back they turned to follow Wolfie back to camp. Sure that the four heroes were following him, the wolf shot off ahead, presumably to let the others know they were all fine and on their way back.

“So.” Wind dragged the single syllable out to an almost outrageous degree before continuing with a sigh. “How much trouble do you think we’re in?”

“I think that is entirely dependent on how long Wolfie was there.” Four mused. “Because if he saw the experiment, we might just be fucked.”

Wind snorted at their cursing as Wild shook their head. “He would have stepped in earlier if he was watching the whole time. He must have come when he heard the lynel.”

“It’s a wonder he’s the only one who came.” Hyrule was still on high alert, eyes and ears to the forest as they walked, but luckily whatever monsters had survived the encounter seem to have well and truly fled.

“We are all capable heroes, the others probably just sent Wolfie ahead as a precaution.” All of them, save Wild, Four supposed, had multiple quests under their belts, there was no reason for the others to second guess their abilities.

“Fours right! It was just one Lynel, we have all dealt with worse individually.” Wind was annoyed at the prospect of the others not trusting them to handle themselves. “It’d be pretty rude of them to assume we couldn’t handle it.”

“Right,” Wild nods in agreement, “So they probably sent Wolfie while they all got ready to go if there was a problem, since he’s the fastest.”

“Or they sent him because of that.” Hyrule interrupted the others' current trail of thought to point out the portal sitting dead center in the middle of their camp, or what was left of it anyways. While they had been fighting monsters in the woods the other Links had been packing up all their stuff so they could all move quickly once they got back.

Time tossed Wind his bag while Sky and Legend handed Four and Hyrule theirs. “Any injuries?”

“Nothing I haven't already dealt with.” Legend was fussing over Hyrule, despite faer’s confirmation that they were all fine, and Four couldn’t help but chuckle at how much of a mother cucco he was when it came to Hyrule.  “The four of us are all right to go.”

“Alright, good. We’ll discuss further what happened once we have settled in on the other side.” Time nodded in approval and moved towards the portal. “Alright, everyone, buddy up.” Four whispered to Wild as they and Sky walked past to take their place in line. “I’d better still be getting my vegetable risotto.”

Wild laughed as Twilight tilted his head in confusion next to them. “Don’t worry smithy, a promise is a promise. Dinners your call tonight.”

Four almost felt bad about the disappointed look on Twilight's face at that. “Good.” Almost. They smirked at their little victory. The small group's little arson detour didn’t actually have any discernible results, but they certainly had quite a few new notes for the journal they had been keeping on the other heroes, so the bribery was really unnecessary, but they wouldn’t be giving up their prize regardless. Four and Sky were the last two through the portal, and the others were already setting up camp on the other side, Wild's cooking pot set up with a small fire heating it from underneath.