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vaperarmand · 1 year ago
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delayed update but they ran out of time before i could ask emerald fennell abt the class commentary in saltburn.. </3 she was questioned abt her privileged upbringing though & sorta deflected with a “female directors are always expected to talk about their personal lives” answer, but she did talk abt the film being more focused on sex/power & desire/obsession and how oliver is desperately in love with felix, and the events are a result of what happens when someone doesn’t love you back. she fully expects the audience to be on oliver's side by the end of it & thinks she made everything very clear in the film so doesn’t want to elaborate 😭 many vague and conflicting answers overall.. she’s a mystery to me still
OMG...... first of all so sorry you were silenced </3 your voice deserves to be heard
i'm sdkjbfdbgjhbgjdshbgjdsb at "she thinks she made everything very clear in the film so she doesn't want to elaborate" bc it's like babe. you didn't. but also the thing that makes her movies Like That is that they do have the tone of intellectual superiority over the audience. emerald fennell as a writer will say in a movie "ok now i'm going to explain it to you like you're stupid" and then say something so mind bogglingly confusing
also agree with her in theory about the pressure against female directors but again. emerald. girl. i can't find it rn but my friend told me about an interview where she's in a sort of opulent house or something and she makes a point to say it's not hers 😭 she wants to appear working class SO BAD.
i do however respect the focus on the gay thing because i do think that's real and the only part of the movie that matters. i have conflicting feelings about this as well though bc on one hand i have been getting annoyed in the past few days (probably bc of barry and jacob red carpet behavior) that they never actually fuck. the love can still be unrequited even if they fuck! and i wanted to see them fuck!! but then on the other hand i did just remember grave scene so like. okay. points were made there.
the thing that's eating me up inside is how the movie's wild horniness is getting it a lot of positive press (soooort of rightfully so) (and so much more than pyw did. obvious reasons) and you can see in interviews that it's going to her head. because she is clearly that type. i need her to be humbled just a little bit. but i say all this and yet in my mind i've been thinking for the past several days "i need to see that movie again....."
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aberooski · 5 months ago
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so about that laddshipping scenario from earlier
OH SHIT !!
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mysteriousdragon2 · 1 year ago
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Can you draw hol horse eating a delicious meal at cracker barrel
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A delicious meal he shall feast on! Yes, I did take a picture of Cracker Barrel from Google because there's NO WAY I can draw a background that complex LOL. But yes he is enjoying his crispy chicken, along with man n' cheese, and a corn muffin! After his adventures, he definitely needs to have a break and enjoy a meal! Thanks for the request idea, was interesting to tackle on! ;p
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eggs-can-draw · 1 year ago
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Makes you a hot toast chocolate spread sandwich with halved strawberries neatly arranged in rows
I pull my container of wax flavored rainbow sprinkles (I keep it on me at all times for scenarios exactly like this) and look you in the eyes
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trans-rockstar · 10 months ago
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bbg
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Just the worst. More please, thanks. <3
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bunathebunny · 6 months ago
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jinhsi/jiyan is like Ganyu/Xiao to me
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soleillunne · 1 year ago
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did u like the fic 🥺
It made me cry
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fictionkinfessions · 2 years ago
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Oough this is the Crypto who started playing Mass Effect a while back, with the fiance who's a Commander Shepard. Help help Garrus is so cute and handsome and I'd like to hold his hands <-that was my fiance's HUSBAND this feels So Weird And Awkward. I know he doesn't mind but man is this. Odd.
(I think this counts as a fictionkinfession?? It's more about my fiance's kin than my own but I'm screaming internally and being very gay about Mr. Cool Alien Guy and need to Confess Or Something. *offers Mod Party Cat! some soup for the trouble*)
#138👽✌️
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 months ago
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@dollsuguru
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Uraume got promoted
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wonderjanga · 8 days ago
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Billy the Therapist
Heroes find Marvel a very easy person to talk to, even if his advice and or solutions to their problems are outrageous sometimes.
A great example of this was when Marvel and Flash were in one of the Watchtower’s rec rooms. They were on the floor, laying on their stomachs, kicking their feet in the air like a couple of teenage girls while trying to complete a puzzle.
Flash: *talking about a fight he had with Iris* “She threatened to kick me out for Christ’s sake!”
Marvel: “You know, problems like these shouldn’t matter in the long run.” *places down a puzzle piece*
Flash: “Easy for you to say, you don’t have a wife.” *places down another piece*
Marvel: “You’re right, I don’t, but I knew somebody who got divorced from their wife and they kinda spiraled.” *is talking about a crackhead that lives a couple doors down from him, in fact, it’s this crackhead*
Flash: “What happened to him?”
Marvel: “He became a crackhead.”
Flash: “WHAT?? Dude, this is just us arguing about dishes!”
Marvel: “I know I know, but what I’m saying is the fact that you guys blew this out of proportion over dishes, isn’t really healthy for your relationship. You guys need to work on deescalating conflicts.”
Flash: “I-” *pauses* “That’s actually pretty good advice. You’re right. I’ll apologize to her later.”
Marvel: “Cool so now you won’t become a crackhead.” *puts another piece down*
Flash: “Cap, I don’t think that was ever on the table.”
Though, every now and then, he can give solid advice without sounding a little absurd. Like when Clark was talking about how he wanted nothing to do with Connor and how it was unfair that all this responsibility was put on him.
Supes: *venting*
Marvel: *face blank (He’s just thinking) as he’s chewing a granola bar*
Supes: *sees his blank face* “Please don’t tell me you’re disappointed in me too.”
Marvel: “I’m not.” *finishes his granola bar before crumpling the wrapper up and basketball shooting it into a trash can* “Clark, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to feel the way you do.”
Supes: “You do?” *a little relieved and also surprised because he can’t recall Marvel ever calling him by his first name before*
Marvel: “I do. I mean, think about it. One of your worst enemies, without your consent, took your DNA and his and then proceeded to make a child with it. Then, he tried to make that child into a weapon to take you down. And when that didn’t work and the child was left to us, you were just expected to raise it? So no, I’m not disappointed in the slightest. Granola bar?” *gets two more granola bars*
Supes: *takes one and starts eating it*
Marvel: “But on the other hand, Connor’s a really nice kid. He looks up to you and asks about you a lot. I… don’t think you have to be a father to him. I think you should just focus on being an acquaintance, and maybe in the distant future-” *noms on his own new granola bar* “-you guys can be friends. In all honesty, just treat him like a human being with feelings Clark. He’s still a kid after all.”
Supes: *is quiet for a bit* “I will. Thanks.” *munches more on his granola bar* “These are really good. Where’d you get these?”
Marvel: “Flash’s stash.”
Supes: *nearly chokes* “Flash’s stash?! Isn’t he like super protective of his food??”
Marvel: *shrugs* “He’s never caught me with it so i dunno.”
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deadsetobsessions · 7 months ago
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Woo! I’ve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.
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If anyone was to see him now, they’d definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny ‘wing it’ Fenton planning things? Never.
But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors d’œuvres from the list.
“Anton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everything’s working?”
“Got it.”
Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.
“Perfect.”
He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.
Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, he’ll have to get the team to readjust those.
Time to check-
“Danny! How’s it going?” Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.
Danny smiled politely. “Mr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?”
“Sure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!”
“That’s a good idea! Good thing you’re about to try a bunch of food.” Danny matched the billionaire’s energy. He’s going to get paid so good.
“So, Danny, are you going to college?”
Danny passed him a small sampler. “Ah, I can’t. Some stuff happened in high school and I don’t really have the grades or the money to.”
Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadn’t figured out how to transfer those records yet.
“You could still attend college, I’m sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?” Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.
Danny sighed. “It’s not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.”
In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.
“Oh, I see-”
“Father.”
“Woah!” Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his father’s elbow.
“Damian! What’s wrong, kiddo?”
Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.
Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm… he doesn’t have time to adjust everything how he wants it.
Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.
“Hey, Clockwork?”
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“Father, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.”
“I was not considering that, Damian.”
Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. “Denial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.”
“Yeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.” Tim adjusted his tie. “Anyways, Dick is on his way. He’s running a little late because of some stuff in Blüdhaven.”
“Thank you, Tim.”
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“Batman.”
“Oracle.”
“Look at the footage of Wayne manor.” Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."
Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)
"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."
"Understood."
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"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."
"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"
Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.
He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.
Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.
Time to subtly grill the kid.
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"Hey, Timmy?"
"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"
"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"
Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.
"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.
"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.
"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.
"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"
"Got proof?"
Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."
"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."
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suiana · 7 days ago
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yandere! private chef who makes you the most delicious of meals. it's like he has hands blessed by god with how fucking delicious his food is.
"nom nom nom this is so good"
"is it? haha, thank you :)"
he says his meat is ethically sourced and he uses only the freshest of ingredients. you believe him because, well, he wouldn't have a reason to lie to you, now would he? he's your private chef! you're paying him good money to cook you food!
however, you realize that whenever you have a sudden craving for meat, like in the middle of the night or something, he gets a little antsy.
"you'd like meat? ah... um... please allow me to get some first-"
"there's meat in the fridge, no? i remember the head maid did inventory not too long ago..."
you decide to investigate his weird behavior after that day. i mean, why would he freak out over some nuggets? you have some freezepak nuggets in your freezer??? just throw them in the air fryer???
but you have to say, the meat he uses is a little different. it's way more delicious than anything you ever ate before him. it's so good that you're scared to admit you might be a little addicted. maybe his supplier ran out of this meat and that's why he's worried?
"one two- wait where's cheryl?"
"who?"
that's not right. did you always have this little servants in your estate? you vividly remember having more.
"oh dear, why have the number of maids been decreasing?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm just a chef. anyway, would you happening to be craving some steak?"
...you decide not to question or find out more. if you had half a brain you'd be able to suspect that he's the reason behind all the disappearances.
coincidentally, they also happened to be your favorite servants.
"erm... I'm gonna go eat something-"
"ah! I've actually prepared some soup for you! allow me to serve it!"
and that's when you knew your private chef was not who you thought he was. because tell me why he served you a soup with a whole ass heart in it???
"what the fuck?!"
"i call this dish 'soup for my love'. with the soup base being a gentle chicken stock mixed with some blood, the main star is the beautiful heart of your favorite maid. it is garnised with some parsly."
you could only shudder in fear as he leans in, a flush on hsi cheeks.
"please enjoy your meal, my dear customer."
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zeeengris · 3 months ago
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At first I didn't really like how this illustration turned out, but over time I've grown fond of it and it's certainly very different from what I usually draw.
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starlostseungmin · 6 months ago
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husband!han
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✰ notes: posting this a day early since i’ll be out of town please enjoy <33 not proofread. REBLOGGING, COMMENTS AND LEAVING TAGS are highly appreciated! thank you <33
seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin ( han )changbin , felix , hyunjin.
Husband Han who asked the baker and chef to put the ring inside the cake. You thought it was kind of old school and yet you cried when you saw the ring. He went down on one knee in front of the crowd as the waiter/waitresses came for assistance. “Will you be the mother of Bbama?” “Yes!” 
Husband Han who wrote a song that he’d use on the day of his wedding proposal. The lyrics consist of words about his feelings, how deep his love is for you, how thankful he is, and how you are his favorite person apart from his Minho hyung. He went on the small stage of the restaurant and grabbed a small piece of paper so he wouldn’t forget what he had written. 
Husband Han whom you can order around. He complains but still does whatever you ask for. Sometimes he just obeys quietly or if he’s in the mood, he looks like a kid who’s happy to help his parents with that adorable and proud smile plastered on his face.
Husband Han who loves to stay home and watch your favorite movies then proceeds to cuddle you all day. He also buys things that will serve good for your convenience and cause less effort. He is a home buddy for a reason. 
Husband Han who is happy as a clam when you visit him while he’s at work especially when you bring him and his members with a ton of food.
Husband Han who is a loud introvert and hits high notes effortlessly on a random Wednesday morning. 
Husband Han who overreacts, and screams at any small inconvenience when he gets a chance. Hyunjin would be the one to cover his mouth because his ears suffer the most. 
Husband Han who has a lot of feelings and takes everything to heart (playfully) during a nonsense argument and will say some things nonstop until both of you just laugh them off. Yet also the type to be calm and straightforward that would pierce your heart if it’s serious especially when he does have a point. 
Husband Han who sometimes doesn’t listen to you and is stubborn. 
Husband Han who apologizes hours later after thoroughly thinking of what he did or said wrong during the fight. He would hug you tightly when he sees you crying and say “I love you” instead of  “I’m sorry.”
Husband Han who listens attentively to your worries and gives you useful advice. If he feels like you don’t want to hear anything and just sit there in silence, he will hold your hand or bring you into his arms while kissing the crown of your head. 
Husband Han whose love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation (through the songs he wrote). 
Husband Han who gets jealous when you pay too much attention to BBama instead of him. He would sulk at the corner and refuse to talk unless you baby him until he decides to forgive you. 
Husband Han who gets sentimental when sad so you let him lay on you and bury his face on your neck while you hum his favorite tune or just play with his hair while whispering some things that he needs to hear. He loves it when you do that. 
Husband Han who loves cheesecakes especially when you’re the one who made them. He’d devour them immediately with some iced coffee he got from Seungmin.
Husband Han who gets round when he eats something or just mainly his cheeks are the cutest that you want to kiss, pinch, or suddenly goes nom nom nom. 
Husband Han who doesn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loves them on you. 
Husband Han whose voice you want to listen to all night after a long day because it’s soothing to hear and brings you comfort, especially when he is talking softly and in a gentle manner. 
Husband Han who gets undeniably shy when you kiss him, especially when you’re in public. He is all giddy and a blushing mess, expect to make out with him when you get home.
Husband Han who can sleep everywhere that you get jealous but he would ask you first if you want to cuddle until you fall asleep in whatever comfortable place you’re at. 
Husband Han who texts or calls you before going home from work just to ask how your day went and if you want him to buy something. Sometimes you do it the other way around. It’s a must in this marriage. 
Husband Han who spoils you a lot. 
Husband Han who respects whatever decision you make, especially when it comes to the thought of having kids. Just like anyone else, he doesn’t pressure you and wait until you’re the first one to initiate the topic. 
Husband Han who promised to love you and never leave until death do you part.
Husband Han who thinks that having you in his life is the greatest gift he could ever have and the best thing that ever happened. 
Husband Han whom you love, protect, and spend the rest of your life with along with Bbama. 
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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago
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Charles jealous and possessive please 🔥 SMUT
Green Eyed Monster
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Smut Warning! This work is intended for 18+ audiences only!
There was something about the rich, fancy Monaco lifestyle. Something Y/N L/N couldn't quite explain.
When her boyfriend wasn't racing on the other side of the world, when he was home in Monaco he took her out to extravagant and elegant restaurants. The kinds of places where Y/N was dressed to the nines, where all eyes were on her and she was on Charles' arm.
On this particular evening, Y/N wore a black dress with a skirt that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up the side, showing off a bit of her leg. The rest of the dress was pretty simple, tight to her body with thin straps over her shoulders. On her feet she had black feels with little straps criss crossing up her legs. Her nails were black, matching the dress.
Charles stood in his suit, watching as Y/N put on her heels. He couldn't help but stare as she finished getting ready. "Oh mon Dieu, ma chérie. Tu es superbe," (oh my god, my darling. You look fantastic) he whispered as he leaned against the mirror.
Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Lord Percival," she said, standing from the bed.
Striding over, she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him. It was quick and careful, so that Y/N didn't ruin her makeup. "How about we don't go to dinner," he suggested. "How about we stay here and I ravage you?"
She shook her head. "Please, Charles. We haven't been to dinner in so long," she said with a slight whine.
So, they went to dinner. With Charles driving, they looked every bit the rich Monégasque people everybody through they were. Some people took pictures of them as they drove past, on their way to the restaurant.
At the restaurant, they took their seats and ordered their drinks. "I'll be back in a moment," said Y/N when the waiter walked away. She stood from her seat, kissed Charles on the cheek (leaving a lovely red mark), and made her way to the bathroom.
Charles looked around the restaurant. Some people had their phone out, pointing them at him. Charles simply smiled as he waited for her to get back.
Y/N finished up in the bathroom and made her way outside. There was a small corridor, with the men's bathroom next to the women's, before leading back to the restaurant.
A man walked out of the bathroom beside her as Y/N walked out of the ladies room. He looked her up and down as Y/N fixed the skirt of her dress and leaned against the wall. The guy let out a whistle. "Je te ferai crier mon nom au lit ce soir, ma belle," (I'll have you screaming my name in bed tonight, gorgeous) he said.
Y/N sent a disgusted look his way. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm here with my boyfriend," she spat and walked away. Walking back to her Lord Percival.
"Je m'en fiche, sexy. Je te ferai mendier pour moi dans ces toilettes si tu le veux," (I don't care about that, sexy. I'll have you begging for me in those stalls if you want it) he said, following her towards the restaurant.
Y/N ignored him as she walked back to her table. Just before she reached Charles, the guy reached forward, pinching her ass. Gasping, Y/N turned around, ready to throw a punch. But the man was gone. When he saw where she was heading, he backed off, walking to a table with what Y/N could only assume was his wife.
"What was that, Darling?" Asked Charles as Y/N sat down opposite him. Their drinks were already there and Charles had already had most of his.
Y/N took a sip of her drink. "Oh, nothing my love. Don't worry about it."
Charles narrowed his eyes. He believed her, but her answer wasn't filling him with confidence.
He was silent while they ate their food. Charles was quick to pay for the food and get Y/N back into the car. "I saw you with him, mon amour," he said as the drove away.
"What? Charles-"
"I'm going to make sure you never do anything like that again." His hand was on her thigh, gripping tight, travelling closer to where she needed him most.
"Charles," she whispered, hiking up the skirt of her dress. Charles' fingers danced across her bare thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.
Charles kept a hold of her hand as he walked her back into the apartment. He pushed the door shut behind them and locked it. There would be no interruptions tonight.
"Get in the bedroom and get that dress off," he said, walking to their kitchen.
Y/N ran off to the bedroom, unzipping and throwing off her dress as she went. She left it in a crumpled pile by the wardrobe and worked on taking off her shoes and underwear. Discarding them in the same manner, she laid back on the bed and stared at the door.
Anticipation was making it all the more exciting. She could hear Charles' shoes clicking against the floor as he approached, making her drip.
When he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, Y/N sat up and stared at him. Charles was still dressed, but his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, showing off his chest.
He was so pretty. So, so pretty.
"I don't like it when people try to take what's mine," he said, his voice low. He shrugged off his jacket and beckoned her closer.
On her hands and knees, Y/N crawled across the bed towards him. Charles pushed her hair behind her ear and tilted her chin up to kiss her. "Si jolie, mon amour. Tellement jolie." (So pretty, my love. So fucking pretty)
Still clothed, Charles pushed her back onto the bed. He ran his hands over her body, over all the places that made her shiver. Over her breasts and down to her core.
His touches were light as he touched her folds. "Charles," she cried, throwing her head back. With one hand he touched her and, with the other, he unbuckled her belt. "Nobody touches my girl," he said through a growl, his touches becoming rougher.
Flipping Y/N over, she pulled his cock from his trousers. Charles lined himself up and entered swiftly. He was still fully clothed, standing over Y/N on her hands and knees.
Charles' thrusts started slow. But they quickly got rougher. Charles had a grip on her hair, holding her up, exposing her throat. His hips were moving at a bruising pace, his thrusts hitting all the right places.
"Oh my," she gasped. "Charles!"
The hand gripping her throat moved around to her neck, pulling her back into her chest. If it wasn't for his grip, Y/N would have fallen forward, allowing her body to be pounded into the sheets. Charles bit and kissed at her shoulder, sucking dark bruises into the place where her shoulder met her neck.
Y/N was lost in a haze of sex and pleasure. She cried his name again ans again, repeating it like a prayer.
When Y/N came undone Charles kept going. He didn't let up on the pace, not until his thrusts became sloppy and his hips stilled against her, spilling his seed inside of her.
For a moment, Charles didn't pull out. He just held Y/N there, his cock buried inside of her. His breathing was erratic, his body sweaty.
"C'est ma gentille fille. Tu as fait du bien pour moi," (That's my good girl. You did so good for me) he whispered, kissing her gently.
Slowly, Y/N pulled away from him. She laid herself on the bed and reached out for Charles, trying to pull him closer. As he came closer, he took off his shirt and his pants discarding them. "I love you," she said, pulling him close for a kiss.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Charles replied, pulling her to her wobbly feet.
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eveningspringbreeze · 4 months ago
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A First Step, Towards Friendship
Season: Spring (ES!! second year)
Characters: Kohaku, Hiiro, Madara
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Hiiro and Kohaku: Nom nom….
Hiiro: Ah, I accidentally got some on the table. Could you get a wipe, Kohaku-san?
Kohaku: ‘Course, here ya go. Ya gotta open yer mouth big an’ wide so that ya don't spill crumbs. 
Hiiro: Thank you, I’ll take note of that! 
Kohaku: (...He looks ‘bout as normal a boy as they come when he’s eatin’ breakfast, huh)
(The Hiiro-han I saw durin’ Matrix astonished me so much that I can’t help but incessantly worry away just from bein’ near him) 
(He disciplines in a way that dredges up memories of my sisters… or particularly, the way he made us prepare for all kinds o’ things) 
(He dived headfirst into playin’ villain just so Crazy:B could secure the first win)
(There sure were lotsa things happenin’ in the Amagi village, but by far my biggest shocker would be…) 
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Hiiro: Umu. Today’s bread was baked wonderfully. It was so delicious. Maybe I should get seconds? 
Kohaku: (whispering) With that face, he follows every rule to an absolute. He forces everyone to follow them with him, an’ any opposition turns him into a terrifyin’ lad)
(Like say, were there to be a rule that determined that all breakfasts shall be bread, what would Hiiro-han do?) 
(Would he even go as far as to tell me, who’s currently eatin’ rice, to have bread instead?) 
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Phew. I got so caught up with these stupid ideas that simply eatin’ breakfast took far too long. 
???: I’m hooooome!!!! ☆ I’m so thirsty after running! 
Kohaku: Mm… no doubt, that’s Madara-han’s voice. G’mornin’. 
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Madara: Ohh, if it isn’t Kohaku-san! Goooood morniiiiing! ☆
Kohaku: Yer always so damn loud. 
Anyhow, there’s somethin’ I wanted to ask… 
Would ya rather have rice or bread for breakfast? 
Madara: …Hmm? That’s quite the unexpected question. 
Have you been wondering about what food I like? I’m so happy to hear that ♪
Kohaku: Ah, no, this ain’t the type o’ question that should be thrillin’ ya. Not like I’ll die without yer answer anyhow. 
Madara: Now now, don't be shy and say it with your chest! "I'm dyin' to make breakfast for Madara-han", right? ♪
Kohaku: Who’s sayin’ what? And the same goes to you. Rather than "accidentally" pullin’ it outta me, can'tcha just ask directly? Y'know, "Why is Kohaku-san asking me something like this, hmm?"
Anyhow, I’ll explain… I was eatin’ with Hiiro-han just now. 
So we were in the Matrix project, where this an’ that happened… Now, I’ve got this slightly odd relationship with Hiiro-han. 
Madara: Mmhm. I see, I get the situation now. 
Oh, to think that Kohaku-san would consult me for relationship advice ♪
Mama’s delighted! Moved beyond words! So happy, in fact, that I feel inclined to ruffle Kohaku-san’s head ☆
Kohaku: Uwaah!? Stop! 
Actually, what’s with this weirdass attitude? Are ya makin’ fun of me, ya jerk? 
Madara: Hahaha, who’s to say? 
Anyway. Personally, I’d say that becoming friends with Hiiro-san could alleviate much of your worries, Kohaku-san. 
Kohaku: Friends? 
Madara: Yep. For example… if Hiiro-san were to invite you to a meal, you wouldn’t turn him down, right? 
Kohaku: Well, I ‘spose so. We were eatin’ together earlier too. 
Madara: Then, let’s extend it from within the Starmony dorms to ES as a whole. What would you do if he asked you to go shopping with him? Turn him down? 
Kohaku: Maybe if I had other plans… ‘sides that, I don’t see a reason to not go. 
Madara: Yep. So basically, you two are already on pretty decent terms. 
But what would you consider Hiiro-san to be to you? 
Is he an acquaintance from a different unit? Or perhaps someone close to a good friend of yours? …Try taking a step back to reevaluate. 
Kohaku: That’s true. Who knows whether or not Rabu-han an’ I have the same thoughts on this person. 
Madara: I’m also assuming that, since whatever happened during Matrix, your thoughts on him have complicated since. 
You two may be on relatively good terms, but with your perspective, it seems you can’t quite put a good name to your relationship. 
And that’s exactly why if you were able to get to a point where you could start calling him a “friend”, you could reforge your relationship with him entirely. 
Kohaku: Woah… I’d never expected you to give such sound advice. 
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Madara: ….That’s odd. I’m supposed to be your older senpai with plenty of life experience under my belt, no?
Kohaku: My bad. I just didn’t expect the friendless Madara-han to be the one advisin’ me on makin’ friends. 
Madara: Hrm… what was that about me making fun of you earlier? 
Kohaku: Ahaha! ‘Course, I think I can do this with yer idea. Thank ya kindly ♪
Now, I’ll call Hiiro-han right away—
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Hiiro: This… is a store selling idol merchandise, yes? 
Did you want to come to this store with me, Kohaku-san? 
Kohaku: It must’ve been a doozy to be called an’ brought here so suddenly, sorry ‘bout that. 
I was just glad to have gotten in touch with ya… but the only spot I can think for bringin’ “friends” is this idol goods store. (2)
Hiiro: “Friends”? 
Kohaku: Mmhm. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout wantin’ to be such with ya, Hiiro-han. 
I thought of talkin’ it out with fists too, since I reckon that a playfight could bring us closer. 
Hiiro: With fists? Playfight? 
Kohaku: Ah, I’m just talkin’ to myself. Don’t worry ‘bout that. 
…So far, I believe you and I’ve been toddlin’ along on just “being on decent terms”. 
What do you think ‘bout callin’ each other “friends” from now on? 
We’ve even worked together as one unit before, so how ‘bout we continue workin' together? 
I’d never really tried to make friends before, so I may slip an’ say weird things from time to time. If that’s okay with you…. how about it? 
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Hiiro: ….Umu! I’d love to, Kohaku-san! 
Kohaku: Really? 
Hiiro: Of course ♪ You’re a close friend of Aira’s, so I assumed that the two of us were already friends. 
But now that I think about it, I never did walk up to you and go, “let’s be friends!”, did I? 
From now on, as newfound friends… I’ll be in your care, Kohaku-san ♪
Kohaku: Ahaha, shakin’ hands as proof of our friendship, huh. What a nice feelin’ ♪
I planned on the two of us just goin’ shopping as friends, but I’d like ta hear more ‘bout ya, Hiiro-han. 
Do you have any other friends, like Hinata-han? What hobbies do you have, and what do ya usually talk about? Can ya tell me?
Hiiro: Of course! Let’s shop and chat away! 
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Kohaku: Thanks, Hiiro-han. As friends, from now on… I’ll be in yer care ♪
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Translation Notes
Callback to Aira's FS1 4* story, "Novices in Friendship", where Aira brings Kohaku to presumably the exact same merch store. 
Thank you for reading! This is not proofread at the moment, but this was such a cute story that I had to translate it!! ^^ 
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