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bangtangalicious · 4 years

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the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

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The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay.

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.

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A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine.

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ulec-elec · 4 years

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Ra and Harpy memes

Ra n Harpy memes

Ra: *laying his chin onto harpy’s chest* pay attention to meeeee

Harpy: Sweetie we were making out one minute ago

Ra: I don’t see your point

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Harpy: *rushing into the room where Daliah and Tempest are waiting for her* Sorry I was doing stuff

Ra: *yells thought the closed door* It‘s me, I‘m stuff

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Ra: *jokingly* bite me

Harpy: *v serious* where?

Ra: *chokes*

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Harpy: *stumbles*

Ra: *catches her*

Harpy: Oh thank-

Ra: did you just fall for me

Harpy: let me fall on the ground

———

Ra: *accidentally stubs his elbow*

Harpy: Did it hurt?

Ra: *smug asf* when I fell from heaven?

Harpy: *cold* No

Ra:

Harpy: When you fell for me

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Ra: *coming out of the bathroom* Hey babe I‘ve been thi-

Ra: Really?! The school girl skirt??? We just fucked!

Harpy: And?

Ra: Like twic- like tREE TIMES

Harpy: And?

Ra: *blushing, fearful sigh* Four times

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Harpy: *tying to be shocking* Buy me cute

underwear and you can see me wearing it

Ra: If I buy you nothing can I see you wearing that?

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Harpy: Is it okay if I swear?

Ra: Yes of course

Harpy: Fffff

Ra: Go on

Harpy: I‘m nervous

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Ra: Let‘s watch the Hot Rod Ramses Documentary

Harpy: Yeah sure

Ra: We can make out during the scary parts

Harpy: The scary parts of the-

——-

Harpy: I never thought marriage was for me, but it is

Ra: *trips over nothing and spills his juice and pulls Casper and Mantha with him down onto the floor*

Harpy: and it is with this man

—-

*texting*

Harpy: *sobbing* I‘m having an emotional break down

Ra: Are you Reading That book again??

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Daliah: Why do you even like him??

Harpy: *internally* Tall, thick, himbo, bright, goldenretriver boy- aaahhhhhh

Harpy: He complients my personality with his‘

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Ra: You’re pretty cute when you’re talking nice like that

Harpy: what if I‘m not talking nicely to you

Ra: Hot as fuck

——-

Texting:

Ra: Come over to my room

Harpy: What are we gonna do?

Ra: each other

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Harpy: *sitting on a table with Daliah and Tempest, gets a text*

They look at the phone together

Ra: babe you wanna hear a joke???

Harpy: Yes, of course.

Ra: *incedibly Bad pun*

Daliah: That‘s the worst joke I‘ve ever heared

Tempest: That‘s a flat one

Harpy: *trying to not losing it*

——-

Ra: *does that holding the door frame thing* Let‘s watch anime together

——-

Harpy: *seductively takes her glasses of*

Harpy: *runs against a chair*

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Harpy: Ra, how do you feel about art?

Ra: You’re pretty cool

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Ra: But steel is heavier than feathers, like why is everyone insisting they weigh the same???

Harpy: *heavy breathing* Why are you so stupid and wHY DOES THAT MAKE YOU SO FUCKING HOT

———

After a party in Harpy‘s room

Harpy: Come on lay down

Ra: *drunk asf* No sorry you‘re very sweet n all but I have a girlfriend. She‘s very pretty

Ra: *proceeds to sleep on the floor*

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Ra: *drunk* Who‘s the handsomest man in the world??

Harpy: You of course

Ra: wRONG! It‘s Hot Rod Ramses

———

Ra: *swoops in* Harps!!

Harpy: Uhm yes?

Ra: Do the thing that makes me happy

Harpy: *smiles*

Ra: *hugs her from the side* yess thank you *kisses her cheek*

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*lunch*

Harpy: Ra! Do the thing!

Ra: *pulls off shirt*

Harpy: *blushing* nO! I meant-

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Professor Burns: Okay here is your work

Ra: *to harpy* please help me~

Harpy: *sigh* you’re lucky to have me

Ra: I know Right? The only thing I write onto this paper is my name

Harpy: you Just misspelled it

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*at a party, Ra and Harpy both equally drunk.

Harpy: I will destroy you tonight

Ra: Please do

Casper:*sitting in between them, sobbing* please stop

—-

Ra: You have a sweet lookin‘ ass

Harpy: What?

Ra: Uh- Uhm you have very sweet eyes

Harpy: I liked the first one better

—-

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ansgar-martinsson · 4 years

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The Best Intentions - Part 35

“Come on, Viktoria, darling,” Ansgar sang through grit teeth. He adored the child, but his patience had worn thin. The dear girl had thrown a full-on toddler-style tantrum in the middle of the park – face down, dress rumpled and ruched up over her leggings-clad bum, fists pounding, legs kicking, hair flying, in the wood shavings beneath the play set.

She’d wanted, apparently, to use the circle-shaped round and round swinging thing, for which Ansgar had no idea what the name was, but she’d wanted it anyway; and there had been a line of other children waiting for it.

But she’d wanted it right then and there, sod the line. Sod the other kids. Sod the horrified parents watching her and ‘tsk’ing at her - at him.

Sod her uncle who was hovering over her, bent double, begging and pleading in a quasi-soothing, increasingly-furious tone with her to “Get up… get up Beanie. Viktoria Bean Martinsson, you stop this nonsense and you get up right now. Right this minute. Come on, darling, sweet summer child, up you get.”

Sod her mum, sod her papa, sod the twins, sod the ice cream man, sod everyone. She wanted the… circle thing… and she would have it.

Or not.

“All right then, alskling,” Ansgar had hissed, wrapping an arm around her waist and heaving her, kicking and screeching, to his hip. “We’re leaving!”

And so, they’d left. Beanie having gone limp, snot-soaked and sobbing beneath Ansgar’s arm, the twins - placid and unknowing in their double pram, pushed along with Ansgar’s free hand. And Ansgar, fizzing with fury and red with embarrassment, had wondered just how the fuck Magnus managed to deal with such things every single damn day.

“I get to be the fun one, she says… cool auntie, she says…” he muttered to himself, only to be interrupted by a high-pitched male voice. The voice of some man who’d jogged jauntily up to Ansgar at the car as he was loading the children in.

“Hey! All right there, Mags?”

“Huh, me?” Thunk. Ouch! Ah! Fffff…. fiddle feathers!” he’d cursed, rubbing angrily at his head. The sharp impact against the car’s door jamb rang through his skull, blurring his vision and cramping his jaw. The word ‘fuck’ rest precariously on the tip of his tongue, teeth buried deep into his bottom lip, but he’d promised. No profanity around the Bean… although, he knew from the content of her screaming tirade moments before that she knew exactly what words were naughty and exactly what words to use when one is furious beyond control.

“Yeah, man,” the overly fit arsehole had said, patting Ansgar jovially on the back. “Lookin’ like you’ve got a handful there. The kid giving you a hard time? Need help?”

Ansgar had stiffened, railing at the stranger’s unwelcomed and impertinent touch of his person. He felt a sneer lift the edge of his lip, but with a breath, he brought his face back under control. “No, thank you,” he said tersely, calmly, and leaned back into the car.

“When’d you grow a beard, Mags? I swear I just saw you out in your yard yesterday, and your face was bare as a baby’s bottom. Is that fake or something?”

Click. Ansgar had fastened the buckle over Axel’s little belly and, as Rebecka had showed him, fixed the blanket around his legs, having done the same to Ingrid. He offered the child the pacifier, and when the baby took it, closed his eyes, and relaxed into the seat, Ansgar, too, took a breath.

He’d crawled back out of the car, stood straight, and peered irritably at the man, arms akimbo. “It’s not fake,” he said.

“You sure about that?” The man had reached out a hand to touch Ansgar’s face, to see for himself.

Ansgar bent back, turning his face, and he slapped the man’s hand away. “Bugger off! It’s mine. It’s real, and I’m not Magnus, okay?”

The man had made an incredulous face, turning his head to fix Ansgar with a gimlet eye. “Come off it,” he said, popping Ansgar one on the shoulder - there he was with the touching again - “You’re Magnus Martinsson. My neighbor. What’s the deal, man?”

Ansgar had sighed and glared at the man, his face a mask of annoyance, of burgeoning anger just bubbling beneath the surface and waiting to explode. “The deal, man,” Ansgar mocked. “Is that I am his brother. Ansgar. Not Magnus. And I am… babysitting…,” the word had tripped from his lips on a wave of icy venom, “my brother’s children.”

His eyes flashed. “Not to mention, one of said children just staged her very own Shakespeare in the Park tragedy right over there,” he pointed. “So. I am taking her home, where I shall fill her face full of ice cream or muesli or applesauce or whatever will work to settle her down, then we shall have a bit of a cuddle, and I shall put her to bed. Now,” he quirked a sardonic smile. “If you will kindly step away from my brother’s daddy-mobile grocery-getter, I can get in, start the damn car, and get the flippin’ hell out of here before I die of absolute mortification.”

“Flippin hell!” a small voice chimed from within the car. “Flippin’ hell!”

Ansgar had growled, eyeing the man with increasing disdain. “Excuse me. Please.” he said dangerously, and he turned, folded himself into the car, and started the engine.

Only to hear “flippin’ hell… flippin’ hell… flippin’ hell…” sung in a bouncy, off-key child soprano all the way back to his brother’s house.

And now, they were back in the house, and Ansgar’s beloved niece, Viktoria Bean Martinsson, was barely able to keep her eyes open, barely able to walk into the house at the heels of her uncle, exhausted as she was. “Uncle Sgar, pick me up. Want you ta hold me pweeze an’ I’ll sleep wif you.”

And Ansgar looked down at the little girl, the little girl whose blonde curls and blue eyes looked so much like his own. And now those little blonde curls were mussed and tangled with bits of brown bark, and those blue eyes were large, trusting, and imploring, yet glazed, rheumy, and tired.

And she was the most heart-melting thing he’d ever seen.

He pushed the stroller into the living room, the twins having fallen asleep, and he picked the girl up, smiling as she rendered herself into his arms, against his chest, over his shoulder.

***

Ansgar sat on the sofa, legs spread wide beneath him, Beanie sprawled splay-legged, face-down over his chest. Her sleepy, sweet breath wuffled softly over his neck and cheek. The twins he had fed, changed their nappies (oh, Christ, the smell!) and settled them into their own cots for the night.

Now with just Beanie with him, he lifted his phone high above him, peering up at it as he was finally able to read Joline’s text. A text that was time-stamped about four hours prior. He frowned, confused, even though the text was obviously sent to prevent confusion.

Sorry - was out and about with the children. A bit insane. Envied your “cool auntie” status with your nephews. What do you mean faithful, darling? I have no doubt you’re faithful to me. Why do you feel the need to reassure me of that?

He let his hand drop to his side, his eyes growing heavy. The weight and warmth of the child, the after-bath lavender and chamomile scent of her, the softness of her cotton pyjamas, the tickle of her still-damp curls – all lulled him to a slumber of his own.

His mind wandered to thoughts of her, thoughts of Joline, images and flashes of their time together - the beautiful fury on her face, the passion replaced thereby moments later, her smile, her eyes, her body beneath his, her mind, her spirit. And he felt the need to express it to her.

Once and for all.

I trust you implicitly, Joline. I know it’s only been a short time, but I find myself awash with feelings for you. They’re rather pleasurable, and new, and different, and frankly, I feel like a new man with you. I want to name them but I’m afraid to, but if I did I would call them something like… love.

He shook his head, cringing after he’d hit send on the last message. “Idiot. Arsehole,” he groused, tapping the edge of the phone to his forehead. “Telling her that way, what’s wrong with you?” He lifted the phone again, pressed the button for FaceTime, and dialed her number. The chirpy ring of his iPhone sounded and sounded and sounded, and eventually timed out with a discouraging beep, her having not answered.

“Damn,” he swore, and then he tried simply calling her. Again, the phone played the ring music for him through the speakerphone, and again she did not answer. He flipped back to the home screen, seeing the time - 10:45 pm.

He furrowed his brow, sat up, and gently moved the child aside to rest, mumbling to herself, on the sofa. His gut clenched, a combination of fear and worry and self-loathing. Telling her you love her, his mind berated him. You dipshit. Now look what you’ve done. She’s stopped speaking to you. You’ve frightened her. With an irritated growl, he scooted forward to the edge of the seat, hunched over the phone, and texted.

Darling? Are you there?

Nothing. Not even the little bubble with the three dots. Not even an indication that his messages had been read or delivered. He blew out his breath and stood, pacing the small living room, his mind whirring and whirling. But then, he stopped. He closed his eyes. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly on puffed cheeks.

Trust her, his other, more rational voice said. She’s occupied. Not near her phone. Busy. Sleeping, Taking a bath, taking a shit, taking care of her mum, watching a film… She’s not ignoring you. The world does not revolve around you, Ansgar Martinsson. She’s fine. She … she loves you too. She hasn’t said it but you know it. In your bones, deep down in your bones, you know it.

Ansgar brought his phone to bear, and set his thumbs on the keyboard again. It’s late on a Sunday, he texted, I suppose you’re busy at home. I’m knackered, and I need to hit the sack. Long day. Will tell you about it tomorrow. Early flight and then I will meet you at the Opera House at ten sharp. Don’t be late.

And then, with a smile on his face, a shrug, and attitude of ‘why not?’ He sent one more text.

I love you, Joline Lindberg. Think on that, my darling, and sleep well.

Ansgar’s words played over and over on a loop in her mind, and her focus had been split by his fingers inside her at the time. Pleasure pounded in her ears then, her body strung out and tensed for the fall into blissful oblivion, her hands full of leather seat, her toes curled in her heels. But she’d heard them all the same, that hidden possessive threat.

‘While I’m away in Ystad, no orgasms. Your orgasms belong to me.’

Ansgar had said it in the heat of the moment, just before he left her side for more than twenty-four hours and two nights in her own bed. She’d realized that he’d promised fidelity to her but she hadn’t promised herself to him at the same time. She should have done it then, only so he didn’t have to ask – demand – that she remained his.

Joline couldn’t name the moment, pinpoint the minute she knew or at what point she had become so, but she knew. The second, that split in time didn’t matter, only that she recognized that she belonged to him, with him, for him. Reassuring him felt an important step for her, as much as it was for him.

It was the most important realization in her world until the infection hit.

There were good days and bad days since her mother’s diagnosis; that Sunday had been the worst yet. Emelie, in her weakened state, fell victim to infections often, sometimes without warning or any symptoms.

Emelie’s restless energy should have tipped Joline off that something was wrong. Too rare though that Emelie would let Joline fuss over her beyond administering her daily medications and nightly treatments. Schedules, pill bottles, catheters, needles and other medical equipment littered every room in the house. Emelie despised the reminders of her fate, and did everything to minimize it for her daughter and son. She lied, hid, and withheld the truth to keep them in the dark about how her disease progressed.

It was true, Joline’s cooking could only be described as mediocre at best. The taste of the omelets didn’t put her in the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl though. Not this time. Emelie disguised her sickness by running the shower to cover the sound. She wouldn’t let Joline touch her for fear that the fever would clue her daughter into what was happening. She knew, only too well…

“Mama,” Joline called from the lounge in late afternoon, “shall I put on a dvd?”

From the confine of the bathroom, Emelie cleared her throat and padded her flushed face with a cool wet flannel. “No… no, baby girl, you’re—“ She gulped, choking back another wave of nausea. She took a deep breath chasing the rise in her esophagus back down. “You-you’re working.”

Joline clapped her binder closed, swinging her bare legs off the armrest of the oversized reading chair. She sat sideways on the chair every time, it supported her back and didn’t make her sit funny like her computer chair did. She knotted herself into a human pretzel in that contraption.

“My day off, I’m… I’ve a meeting tomorrow. Reviewed all I could for that,” she lied to her mother. With Ansgar involved as her partner and the man she was seeing, she kept mum on what she’d really been going over, the lighting permits. Until she knew where she stood with Ansgar and the rumors died down to the next scandal, she could avoid mentioning him to her mother.

“I’m… okay, baby girl.”

“Good to know, but I didn’t ask,” Joline quipped unfolding and standing from her chair. She shoved her binder and house issued netbook into her leather bag from Monday. She checked her phone in case she’d missed an incoming message from Ansgar, in case it hadn’t sounded. No luck, but she knew he was busy with the newborn twins and the toddler.

Emelie called out, “Don’t wait for… me.”

“How about fika and kanelbulle?” Joline offered rummaging through the kitchen cupboard for a snack. She found the last of the pastries, and the thought of coffee made her mouth water. She flipped the switch on her coffee maker and fetached two mugs from the cupboard.

Emelie finally emerged from the bathroom while Joline brewed her K cups, staggering through her fever, feeling dizzy. She took a tremulous breath and spoke unevenly, “Jo-line.”

Her daughter whirled around just in time to see her fall to the floor.

In one singular instant, Joline was thrust into her worst fucking nightmare. From the moment her mother collapsed to the floor like a rag doll, fear stuck to her. Her new shadow. “MAMA!” Her scream echoed against the empty spaces in the room, the high pitch bouncing back.

She lunged to the floor, dropping to her hands and knees beside the prone figure of her mother, her best friend, her favorite person on the face of the planet. Handfuls of her mother’s clothes filled her palms as she unraveled the older woman. Joline pressed her cool hands to her mother’s inflamed face. The shock of the burn made her gasp and draw away, terror gripping the base of her spine. Gently she tried rousing her mother with gentle slaps against her cheeks.

“Mama? Mama? Please, please…” she heard the panic rise in her voice, “oh, God… not now. Mama?” She checked her mother’s pulse point. Weak but present. Checked her breathing. Shallow but steady. If she had her wits, she would’ve grabbed the blood pressure machine that she used morning and night to check her mother’s levels.

A lump of dread and alarm formed in the back of her throat, but she used it as fuel. Fuel to push her to her feet. To propel her towards her mobile. To pound her fingers to dial 112 for emergency responders. To fall to her mother’s side once more.

“What is the nature of your emergency please?” A flat voice asked immediately.

“Please, please, send an ambulance…” Joline’s eyes filled with unshed tears. “It’s, it’s, it’s my mother. She’s ill… she’s sick. Please send help.” Brokenly she rattled off the address of her childhood home in Gamla Stan, not for the first time, but she always feared it would be the last. She wasn’t blind to her mother’s condition.

“How old is the victim?”

“She’s sixty-three… she suffers… from kidney failure, a complication of Lupus.” As calmly as she could, she named all the medications, dosages, and the time of her last hookup to the peritoneal dialysis. Joline memorized all the pertinent information for emergencies of this nature. It was precisely the reason she’d returned to Sweden.

The dispatcher talked her through to when the first responders arrived, Joline barely functional in her worry. She threw her mobile aside when the bell sounded and she let the two men in to tend to her mother. Within minutes, they were on route to urgent care. The next hour flew by in a flurry of rushed, barked orders, checking and rechecking her mother and dashing her into the intensive care unit.

Infection… that was the only part Joline understood in her shock. She was near comatose, completely beside herself when the nurse pressed a phone into her hand and ordered her to call someone. She rung Elias since she knew the number, and the dam burst when she heard his voice on the other end of the line.

“Elias,” she cried. “You better come. It’s… mum. She’s sick.”

#the best intentions

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drummerqueenrmt · 6 years

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Home - Roger Taylor x reader (smut)

Summary: Roger returns home after the tour and has missed you so much.

Warnings: SMUT (bad), non protected sex, and lots of fluff as always in this blog.

Notes: I love but I hate writing smut (?) but here we are, this one is the one who win the poll (don’t worry I will post the rest soon). I hope you like it bc I’m very satisfied with the result! Thanks for reading my shit again, love you 💛 (Comment/reblog/like if you like it plz)

“I’m home!”

“PAPI!” Your two children shouted at once, running wildly to give their father a hug.

“Hey! Here there are my two favourite little monsters!” He dropped his bag to the ground and picked them up. “I’ve missed you so much…”

He gave them little kisses on their heads and they hugged him strongly. “I’ve missed you too, papa…” Your oldest son, Ben, told him. “I have take care of mum and sis as you told me!”

“I’m sure you have and I’m so proud of you! And how about you, princess? Have you missed me?”

“Yes… I don’t want you to go again…”

“Oh… honey… I promise that I’m not going anywhere for a while”

“Pinkie promise?” The girl showed his little finger to his father, he put both of them on the ground and interlaced his pinkie with his daughter's one. “Pinkie promise”

“Yes!” She hugged his dad’s legs and he patted his back softly.

“Well, well, well… Look who we have here” You were standing by the door of the living room watching the scene, melting at how happy your children were now that Roger was home again and how he seemed to be delighted too. Although he had called you every day you had missed him, his little kisses to wake you up, his touch, his smiles… But the tour was over and your husband was home again, looking at you smiling widely.

“You know what, kids? Your father has seen many beautiful women when he was away but I’ve got to tell you he was so fffff-”

“Language!” You shouted funnily to him.

He giggled and started approaching you. “He was so lucky to marry you mother because God knows she’s the most beautiful one” He looked at his daughter. “Apart from you, little” He winked to her and she winked back happily. “And knowing that she was waiting for me at home make the time parted less painful”

“Who says that I was waiting for you? Maybe my lover-” He captured your face between his hands and gave you the kiss you both wanted to happen since the day he left, softly but passionate.

Now Roger felt that he was really at home.

He passed his arms around you waist and pull you closer to him and you passed yours around his neck. When the kiss ended both of you buried your faces in the other’s neck.

“I’ve missed you so much, my love…”

“I’ve missed you too, Rog… I’m so happy that you are finally here”

“I needed to hug you so bad… and to kiss you and... “ He lowered his voice. “I need to make love to you, I need to feel you again…” He started kissing your neck.

“Love… I need it but not now” You reply in a whisper. “The kids”

“Oh, right!” He moved away from you. “Who wants to order a pizza?

“ME!” Both shouted.

“Great because I’m starving and too tired for cooking. Honey, do you want pizza too?”

“No, I actually prefer a salad”

“Really?”

“Of course not! I like salads but I love pizza, my husband should know that”

“I knew that you were joking, ok?”

“Yes… sure” You smirked at him and he pinched your ass.

“Pizza for everybody then!”

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You spent the whole day hearing Rog’s stories from the tour, playing with your children and enjoying again the time together. When the night arrive it was more than obvious that the drummer and the two littles were exhausted. You found them in Ben’s bed sleeping cuddled, and a smile appeared on your face. You had the cutest family possible, you felt so lucky your heart was going to explode.

You let them sleep and returned to the kitchen to finish pick up everything. You were so focus in your thoughts that you only realized that Roger was there when he hugged you strongly from behind. “I told you I would pick everything up tomorrow” And started planting little kisses on your neck.

“It was nothing and now that I’ve done it tomorrow you can’t rest as much as you want”

“Yeah… you’ve said it… tomorrow”

One of his hands find his way below your shirt and started massage your boob, his thumb playing with your nipple; while the other find his own way below your pants and underwear and started caressing your folds. You wanted this so bad that you stopped what you were doing and just let yourself go under his touch.

“Do you know how many times I have thinked about this moment while on tour? Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking that was you who was touching me instead?” He was whispering all of that into your ear and your body was receiving a million shivers at the same time. You rested your head on his shoulder and one of your hands grabbed his hair, pulling it. He began to slowly rub circles on your clit while his index was tempting your entrance. “Tell me how much you’ve missed me, love”

“Rog… I…” He inserted his finger into you and you could only reply with a moan.

“What was that, honey?” His raspy voice was only making things worse. “Tell me”

“I… I’ve…” He inserted another one and an ever louder moan escaped your mouth.

“Do you like this?” You muttered a yes in response. “Have you missed this?” He fasten the movement of his fingers and you quickly felt the orgasm building. “Cum for me, babe” And you did.

God, you definitely had missed that.

Roger hugged you while your breathing was returning to normal and you were regaining the control of your body, leaving littles pecks on your neck. Once you felt able to, you turned to face him and kissed his lips fiercely. “Yeah… I think you’ve missed me”

“Oh… you don’t know how much… Let me show you” You winked at him and neal in front of him, starting to lower his tracksuit pants and his underpants. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened when your tongue started licking the tip of his cock slowly. You were looking at him all the time and he could have cum right there only watching you like this so he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. After a few minutes like that, you took all his length in your mouth and started sucking it more and more harshly and you noticed that Roger’s legs were starting to tremble to a point he had to support himself with one hand on the kitchen table, the other one pulling your hair.

“You feel so good… Gosh! I’m not going to last…”

You stopped at his words.

“Hey! Don’t-”

You shouted him by kissing his lips. “I want you to cum, but not in my mouth”

He then took you in his arms to leave you lying on the table. “So… if you want to play, I know how to play too” And hungrily began to lick and suck your clit and your folds making you become again a moan mess. When he felt you were going to cum again he stopped.

You let out a snort. “I hate you”

He laughed and grabbed your hand pulling you closer to him, making you change position. Now you weren’t lying, you were sitting on the edge of the table with one arm around his neck and the other on his shoulder. He spread your legs a little bit more and teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“C’mon, Rog… Need you inside me…” That’s what he needed to introduce all his length into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist allowing him to go deeper.

In a moment, the kitchen filled with the sound sex and of your moans. The rhythm was much faster than usual, but taking into account how needy both of you were it was normal. You were kissing all the time, even when both of you reached the orgasm together.

You stayed hugged for a while, forehead against forehead, feeling how you breathings were becoming normal again.

“I’ve missed so fucking much, Roger Taylor” You finally said.

You both laughed. “I’ve missed you too, my love”

He exit from you and took you in her arms again to take you to you bed. Once he cleaned both of you he laid besides you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him, noses touching. You put your hand on his face, caressing him.

“Can you imagine having an amazing wife like you? Not only you are intelligent, beautiful, a wonderful mother to my children but also you are a sex goddess…”

“Shut up!”

“What? It’s true! All the time on tour when a girl tried something with me I told myself why are I’m going to have sex with her if is not going to be anything compared of what I will have when I arrive home” You kissed him sweetly. “Nothing compares to you… You’re my everything, [y/n]” He kissed you too.

“And what about our children?”

“They are a world apart, you know… They are more than everything”

“I know… they are the bests… And you are the best partner of life I would have chosen, Rog”

“You have a very bad taste in men, haven’t you?” You pinched him and both giggled.

“I love you with all my heart, you silly drummer”

“I love you too, my perfect girl”

You kissed one more time till a thought crossed suddenly your mind.

“Fuck!”

“What?”

“The condom!”

“The condom?”

“We didn’t use one!”

“Oh…”

You remain in silence for a while, both looking at the roof.

“Honey?”

You nodded softly.

“In a scale from one to ten, how much do you mind to have another little monster?

“Mmmm… to be honest...” You turned to look at him. “Zero”

He smiled widely to you and pulled you again into a kiss.

In nine months a little baby girl was born.

THE END

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fic #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #smut #fluff

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lavenderblossom74 · 5 years

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Things Like

SUMMARY: Sometimes, Dick forgets how much he has to be grateful for and how lucky he is to have Bruce. But sometimes, he also remembers.

Rolling down memory lane yay! This is an old one-shot of mine, hope you all enjoy!

After five years of living with the man, Dick sometimes forgets how truly lucky he is to have Bruce.

It isn't that there are times when he stops being appreciative, because Dick will always—always—remember the man who had been there for him when no one else had.

It's just that sometimes, Dick forgets the little things. The little things that so often become so normal that eventually they’re easy to take for granted.

Things like Bruce helping with a school project.

The scene: One of the many living rooms in the manor, the floor is littered with paper, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners, puffy balls and of course, glitter.

Beside Dick, paint containers are spread out before him. Bruce in all his artistic vision holds a paintbrush (he’s the only person Dick has ever met who can make a paintbrush look intimidating)

“So I’m painting the words “Kinetic Motion” in blue, right?” Bruce asks.

12 year old Dick nods enthusiastically “Yes! Aaand…” There's a theatrical dramatic pause “I’LL SPRINKLE THE GLITTER!”

Bruce gives him an exasperated look before muttering something under his breath. Catching something about “glitter” and “death wish” Dick just grins as Bruce begins to paint.

“You have a very steady hand you know” Dick observes.

“Mhm” Bruce answers automatically, most of his attention focused on the poster board in front of him.

As he finishes up, Dick—as promised—happily sprinkles glitter with more joy than even a fascinated two year old would have.

Bruce is just glad Alfred put covered the entire wooden floor with layers upon layers of plastic.

After writing down the definition of Kinetic Energy in a sparkly green pen, Dick begins the fun of the party.

His assignment is to make a model that represents Kinetic Energy. So he decides it's a good excuse as any to make a roller coaster.

A roller coaster made out of an assortment of pipe cleaners, colorful popsicle sticks, fluffy puffy balls, and a whole lot of glue.

The rest of the night goes something like this:

“You just glued my fingers. YOU JUST GLUED MY FINGERS!! I’M GONNA DIE, I’M GONNA DIE. WHAT IF THIS GLUE HAS LIKE, WEIRD CHEMICAL PROPERTIES AND I GET A WEIRD BACTERIA AND OH MY GOD, MY WHELMED FINGERS! THEY WERE TOO YOUNG TO BECOME OVERWHELMED!! WHY DEAR FINGERS, —WHY??”

*Amused look from source of great panic* “You done?”

*Dick stares at panic source incredulously* “Am I done? AM I DONE! I WILL SHOW YOU DONE—”

Bruce cuts him off by calmly unsticking Dick’s fingers.

*gape* “You couldn't have done that before I went ballistic?!”

*Stare*

“Pipe cleaners hate me. This is a fact.” This is what Dick says as he stubbornly gives an innocent pipe cleaner the death glare.

“Really?” Bruce wryly asks.

“YES!” His charge exclaims. “I mean, is it my fault the stupid first hill has to be high so that the ball we send down can gain energy from it so it can continue the rest of the way? Is it my fault roller coasters are biased against poor 8th graders? IS IT MY FAULT KINETIC ENERGY EXISTS AND I HAVE TO DO A PROJECT FOR IT?!” By the end of his rant, Dick is standing up.

As Bruce sticks a puffy ball onto a pipe cleaner, he retorts, “Yes. You chose the model, didn't you?”

Dick opens his mouth to retort, then he closes it. “Whatever” he grumbles but sits back down and continues working in his roller coaster.

Bruce just smirks.

“Long was the haggard night. One blue eyed pre-teen (cough official teen cough) works hard to finish the project assigned by his torturer—teacher—that is due tomorrow. He is ready to drop dead from exhaustion and his stomach clenches in painful hunger but he valiantly continues his work. He will not back down, he will not give up, he—”

“—would not be here if he hadn’t decided to leave everything to the last minute.”

Dick glares at Bruce who shrugs innocently, “It’s true”

“Don’t intrude upon my enthralling narrations!” Dick whines.

Enthralling … ?

At Bruce’s look, Dick pouts. “Don't Judge!!” In a quieter voice he mumbles, “You’re just jealous I can use bigger words than you”

*Another look* I heard that

Dick pouts again. “Whatever”

After what feels like eons, the adrenaline starts to fade. Dick knows his previous excitement and absolute optimism are on their deathbed.

And it’s because this stupid roller-coaster-project-thing was so annoying! And frustrating. And mean. And a bully. And uncooperative. And generally insufferable.

He’s done all the calculations and the model should be working—the ball they are rolling should be able to continue the entire way depending only on the initial push… But it isn't!

Every time he tries to make it work with the pipe cleaners, is only another time he fails and becomes even more frustrated.

The solution is simple—it has to be—But Dick’s brain has become a slushy and is so mushy that he can't see the answer.

He’s ready to throw in the towel, crash on his bed, and forget about this dumb project.

But then his grade suffers.

And so does Robin.

Even after knowing Dick left school work to the last minute, Bruce hasn't said anything about grounding Robin but if Dick doesn't pull this project off and proves he can handle both his duties, Dick knows he will say something then.

Suddenly, Bruce nudges him. Dick looks up to an unreadable face.

“Go to bed,” Bruce tells him

Dick’s eyes widen in panic. Because he knows what's going to happen next, Bruce is going to say that in the morning, they're going to “talk” about how Dick needs to be more responsible and how he needs to prioritize. Then he’s benching Robin.

Dick opens his mouth to say that No, he can finish his project and sure maybe he was a little irresponsible but he’d done the actual research beforehand and honestly hadn't thought making the roller coaster model would've taken so long. It wasn't like he’d decided to be sleep deprived and frustrated on purpose!

Before he can anything in though, Bruce repeats himself. “Go to bed, chum”

Then he says, “I’m going out for a couple of hours; When I get back, I'll wake you so you can finish up and actually comprehend what you're doing.” Bruce stares at the roller coaster pointedly, “For now, just get some sleep.”

And so Dick sleeps. 3 hours later, Bruce—as promised—wakes him up and helps Dick finish up the roller coaster.

Dick had been right before—the solution had been indeed very simple.

Then, Dick heads to school and turns his project in.

Bruce doesn't mention anything about it afterwards nor does he give any reason to imply Robin is grounded.

Dick makes an effort to be more responsible with his school work from then on though.

It isn't until two months later that he finds out that the day Bruce helped him on his project was also the day he’d been awake for more than 24 hours already.

He also finds out that despite having two important board meetings that morning, Bruce had still kept his promise about waking him up and helping Dick finish the project.

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Things like Bruce letting Dick rant about anything and everything.

Age: 10

Rant Topic: Spicy Foods

“It makes no sense! How come that food is so spicy, how come it makes your mouth feel like it's living fire, how come it makes your ears burn and feel hot n’ cold, how come it’s so hot, if it gonna be so good?! With the hint of lemon and the flavor it leaves in your mouth… Mmmm!” *Dick smiles to himself like a sap before snapping out of it* “... Exactly my point!! Why does spicy food enjoy torturing a kid like me?? I mean did I ever do anything against it? Who was the brilliant person who thought it would be an awesome idea to add hot spices to food anyway?!”

Bruce: “Do you need more water?”

Age: 11

Rant topic: The English Language

“In my humble opinion, English is a dumb language.” *as he rakes his fingers down his face* “I mean why are there so many rules?! Silent E, if it's beside a verb you say it's name, i before e except after c, ph makes a fffff sound… So complicated!! And half of them don’t follow their own rules half the time!! Toe-may-toe, Toe-ma-toe… Same thing!!”

Bruce: *shrug* “That’s why you learn other languages”

Age: 13

Rant Topic: Exams

“I’m done… Mark my words Bruce—are you marking them? I. Am. Done. DonedonedonedonedoneDONE!! My brain cells feel non existent right now… I am stressed beyond relief and I'm still nowhere near done with all these exams! It is impossible to retain all this information!! Who cares about random math dudes who found the formulas to life changing equations or the dates of every major event in history?! We aren't gonna need the info in life so why bother? Why does a test have to define you as a person anyway?”

Bruce: *in his most insightful voice* “It doesn't”

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Things like sitting at the counter and simply eating along with Dick. An apple, a pear, a banana, a kiwi, baby carrots, a ripe tomato… no matter the fruit, the vegetable—just knowing that he wasn't alone… Sometimes that was enough.

Some of his funniest memories had actually happened at the counter.

Some of his saddest memories had happened at the counter too.

Some of the moments that didn't stand out, that weren't spectacular, that were just there—they'd happened at the counter too.

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Things like playing a game of basketball with him.

Things like hiding junk food behind Alfred’s back (but at the same time not really since Dick suspected no one—not even the World's Greatest Detective—could hide anything from Alfred).

Things like taking Dick out when it snowed and helping him build a snow fort.

Things like quizzing Dick for his next Mathlete Competition.

Things like hearing about how Dick’s day went practically everyday and never complaining about it.

Things like everyday things.

Things that when Dick stands back and looks at his life—actually really looks at it—he realizes that he should not take for granted.

Things that make him understand how much luck he has in his life. Even after all the tragedy he has gone through, luck somehow found it’s way to stay.

Luck or Hope.

Knowing that there are still people in this world who care for him, knowing that a man he has learned to love and look up to cares for him so much that the care eventually feels normal…

Somehow, that feels like so much more than just luck.

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When Dick silently enters Bruce’s study, the man looks up.

When Dick whispers, “Thank you,” Bruce blinks in confusion.

When Dick says, “Thank you for everything,” Bruce’s eyes slowly comprehend the meaning behind the words. And he smiles.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good dad #dick grayson #batman #robin #batman and robin #daddy!bats #Dick being thankful for Bruce #fanfic #LB writes

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Necessary Roughness

Pairing: Maxwell & Stephanie

Rating: Erotica.

We asked, you voted. The prompt: "You're going to regret that, sweetheart. The pairing I got was our favorite Beaumont's Stef and Max. A little naughty advice from fifty shades of Leo, we find these two love birds in some dominant territory.

This is from the CGW(CORDONIANS gone wild AU) a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself.

Stephanie and Maxwell walked through the palace halls heading towards Alicia and Leo's quarters. Alicia was craving Lasagna, with Pam, Genevieve, Liam and Anitah gone for a mental health conference. They invited Drake over, but he declined saying he wanted to go to the lake for a dew days and get some fishing in while Pam was away. Rashad was in the States for a few business meetings, and Stef and max gladly accepted.

“Are you going to completely ignore the conversation we had in the car Stef?”

“That was the plan, Max. When somebody is tired of talking about something, the tend to ignore it.” She rolled her eyes.

“But don't you think-” he was cut off by Stephanie knocking and Leo promptly opening the door.

“Hey guys, come in. Alicia has made entirely to much food, so I hope you're hungry.” He grinned as he moved aside, letting them in.

They sat down at the table, Alicia giving them salad to start followed by the Lasagna.

“Man Tiger Lily, this is really good. Can I have some more?” Max danced in his seat. "You always want more." Stephanie mumbled to herself. Leo arched his brow at the two but kept quiet.

After a few jabs at each other finally Alicia spoke up. “Ok you two, you've been going at each other all night, what gives?”

“Its nothing.” Maxwell said quickly.

“Nothing? You seriously gonna say it's nothing?” Stephanie seethed. “Well, Maxwell is insisting-”

“Sex! It's about sex.” Maxwell hollered out causing Leo to choke on his drink. He took a minute to compose himself “If its a sex problem, maybe we can help.” Leo smirked resting his hand on Alicia's thigh. “yeah, you know one of us is pretty much a sex addict.” She giggled.

“One of you?” Stephanie snorted. “Bless your heart. I would definitely say Leo met his match with the sex drive.”

“its true, she's always ready. And we can't get enough of each other.” Leo smirked as he pulled Alicia in for a kiss.

“So what seems the be the issue?” Alicia Rolled her eyes at her husband.

“Oh no real issue.” Stef pushed a piece of food across her plate. Alicia noticing Stephanie's hesitation to speak about what was bothering her.

“Stef, help me clear the table?”

Stephanie stood up and the two took the dishes to the sink.

“Ok, what gives?”

Stef let out a long sigh. “ I want him to change it up in the bedroom.”

“meaning?”

“Meaning I want him to be a little more dominant. Don't get me wrong, our sex life is amazing and all.” she chewed the inside of her mouth trying to find the right words.

“You want him to be a little more rough and controlling?” stephanie nodded.

Leo and Maxwell sat at the table, Maxwell mindlessly drumming his fingers. “Ok man, spill. Whats going on?” Leo said pulling him from his thoughts. Max sat up in his seat. “You know you might just be the person to help me with this. You see, Stephanie asked me to choke her last night while we were in the middle of..” He trailed off.

“And you didn't?”

Max shook his head no. “I couldn't. She wants me to be a little more Dominant.”

“Ok breath play isn't a big deal Max. Just not to tight, and not to long. Wait a little before she climaxes to do it. Obviously if she's turning blue you're grip is to tight.” He chuckled.

“Also, put some authority in your voice when you're commanding her. Do not let her take any of the control unless you are telling her to, not asking. That's part of being dominant. And don't do it all the time. She is your wife and you will know when to play the card.” Maxwell sat there absorbing all of the information Leo continued to rattle off to him, nodding his head.

He was a little dominate in the bedroom already, but this was just the push he needed to rock his little rose buds world.

“Thanks Leo. I think I know just what I need to do.” Max stood abruptly “Stephanie, were going.” Stephanie glared at him “Maxwell, i was talking to-” “I said Now.” He barked. Stephanie stood in silence, stunned by her husbands sudden change. She grabbed her purse and said goodbye as Alicia and leo shared a knowing look.

They walked down the hall when Stephanie stopped abruptly “Maxwell, that was rude. I was talking to Alicia and.” She was cut off by his lips meeting hers in a firey kiss. She placed her hands on his chest pushing him back. “Maxwell, what the hell has gotten into you?”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes dark with desire. he licked his lips with anticipation as he grabbed her hand pulling her into a vacant room. “Clothes off, Now.” He demanded as he unfastened the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. She stood there stunned, she could feel the heat pooling in her wanting center. She didn't expect this from her normally carefree, go with the flow husband. “Don't make me rip them off red, clothes off, now.” He barked. She mindlessly pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her skirt, standing in only her bra and thong.

in a second maxwell was on her. His lips crashing against hers, their tongues tangling together like their lives depended on it. His fingers diligently worked to un fasten her bra, his lips leaving a fiery trail down her jaw to her neck, as they brushed across her now bare shoulder. He pushed her back against the wall, his lips making their way lower. “Max.” She breathed out as he left open mouthed kisses on both of her thighs. “Quiet. I didn't say you could speak.” He barked sending a jolt through her core, she whimpered out at the sensation he was goving her, and he hadn't touched her yet.

He lifted her leg, draping it over his shoulder. His fingers slipping between her wet folds. “mmmm that's so sexy. You like it when I touch you there. Hmm Rose bud.” He rasped out, a sudden flood of heat flooding to her core as he slipped two digits inside her wet center, his plush lips gently nipping and sucking her sensitive bundle. “Mmmmm fuck Max. Im gonna. Ooh fuuuuck.” She screamed as his long fingers pumped that perfect spot, a gush of her sweet nectar rushed out, he lapped up everything she gave him “Mmmm so delicious. You taste so sweet my Red. Wouldn't you agree?” he moaned as he lowered her leg and slipped his fingers into her mouth. His eyes locked on hers as she sucked his fingers, releasing with a pop. A shiver rippled through him, his length desperate to escape its confines.

Something in her flipped she was craving him. She dropped to her knees, undoing his pants,letting them drop to the floor. She grasped the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. Her hand gripped his hard cock as she slowly pumped him a few times, her tongue swirling the tip teasing it a few times before parting her lips taking him in. He threw his head back, a deep guttural growl escaped his lips as his hands tangled in her strawberry locks. She bobbed her head, fast as she flicked her tongue against his length. “Fuck. Fuck rosebud. That feels. So. Ah. Fucking. God.” he moaned out as he watched himself disappear inside her mouth.

He wait a few minutes basking in the pure pleasure he was feeling “stef, stop baby. I'm not gonna last much longer, I need to feel you.” he helped her up, his lips capturing hers as he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed and putting her down. His body hovering over hers he gripped his hard cock, teasing her with his swollen tip. Stephanie bucked her hips into him, needing to feel the friction. “eh eh, red. Good things come to those who wait.”

“But. But Maxieeee.” she pouted he lifted a finger to silence her “Shhh. I didn't say you could talk did I?” he smirked as he pressed his hard length against her throbbing core, teasing her. “You're gonna regret that sweetheart.”

He gripped her hips slamming into her, Stephanie yelped at the sudden intrusion. “Do fucking tight, my rose bud. Always. So. Tight.” he bucked into her with force. He lifted her legs, letting them drape his shoulders. He gyrated his hips, Stephanie could feel her coil tightening as she gripped the sheets. “Fuck, Maxwell. Oh baby. Yes. Don't stop.” she moaned biting her lip.

“I won't stop until you're screaming my name. Come for me Red. Let me hear what I'm doing to you.” he picked up the pace, he pumped into her with fast, hard thrust. “Max, right there. God Yes. Oh fuck Maxwell.” she moaned as he slammed into her, his finger slipping between her legs, rubbing tight, fast circles against her clit, his free hand loosely around her throat. That was all it took. “Yes, Yes. Max, fuck Yes maxwell. Oooooooooh Fuck!” She screamed as her coil snapped, she was seeing stars as she came completely undone, her juices fully coating his length. “Fffff fuck, stef.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he spilled himself inside her with a loud groan and a jerk, collapsing on the side of her.

They laid there catching their breath, both covered in a sheen of sweat. “Max, that was. I don't know what that was but it was-.”

“Hot?” He finished for her.

She nodded her head as nuzzled against him. “Ok, you win.” she sighed. He lifted his head arching his brow. “I win? You don't mean?”

“Yes Maxwell, you can get the Emu. But it stays in Valtroia deal?”

“Deal.” Maxwell grinned as he leaned down kissing his wife. “We should ah. Probably get going, i'm not really sure who's room this is and we kind of made a mess.”

The two dressed and quickly slipped out of the room and down the hall. They heard the clicking of a pair of heels stop and the sound of a door opening behind them. “What the hell? Who did this?” they heard the shriek of a woman come from behind them. “Uh oh.” Maxwell said as they rounded the corner. “What is it max?”

“I ah. Know whose room it was.” He let out a sheepish chuckle. Stephanie looked at him intrigued.

“It was Madeleines.”

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ryouverua · 6 years

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One last time

HE’S BACK -

Fair warning - lots of text below. Like. Lots.

... But first, just before he came to meet with us again -

So all of his classmates in turn talk about how relieve they are that they can work together without suspecting each other, but something about the way she says it rings............ false. But then again, that might be my own bias colouring things. She outright states it in a way that the others don’t, idk. 8′D

Shuichi, though... he’s realized. Maybe not with an exact name, but he knows that isn’t true. He literally can’t bring himself to pretend that it’s true at all.

Oh Himiko...

5 survivors.... or maybe 4, depending on how the mastermind goes out. That’s definitely a new, sad record. :(

I CAN NAME A REASON -

Look who’s back with a brand new ahoge! It’s got that new-hair smell and everything -

H-He was never going to outright attack any of us though, right??? Even if he was willing to let us become collateral damage (which admittedly is super Not Great either, but -). That’s a really morbid thought Shuichi - where did it come from?

And of course, now that his hairpiece is back, he’s gone back to his more deferential, timid self.

“I’m telling you, that ahoge was 95% of my impulse control! Literally!”

But the fact that he’s apologizing now, when he was completely unapologetic before... that has to be that inner voice directing him now, right? But I wonder if it influences his ‘emotions’ (or whatever the equivalent would be for him) as well. Is the voice literally telling him to apologize or does he just ‘feel the urge’ to apologize?

So it is back.

Has it always been that tall???

Maybe if Miu and Kokichi had let him talk before Korekiyo’s trial, we could have followed up on this!!

Honestly though, I’m curious about this too. Is it a literal voice that tells him what to do? Does it appear as a suggestion to him? It sounds like it isn’t ordering him around but more ‘offering suggestions’... something that wouldn’t come across as obtrusive, but welcoming. Something that wouldn’t raise any alarm bells in him. Or maybe he was programmed to accept that just the way things were supposed to be.

.......... Actually the fact that it came up around Korekiyo’s trial, someone else who was revealed to be doing things based on a voice of sorts in his head, is a very strange coincidence? That... may or may not bode well for K1-b0. Is he going to be a foil to Korekiyo, or a parallel?

The inner voice may be good after all if it helped him realize this. 8′D

Wait, they said there was an accident when he was first created, right? And he reset? This had to have been a fail-safe because something similar to this happened...

As much as I want to comment on the fact that he’s said he can’t cry and he literally is sweating and his ‘eyes’ are ready to overflow, but fffff every single time I see this sprite my heart clenches and I kind of want to hug him. >3>

We’ve officially got everyone on the same side now! ......... well okay there’s technically one specific exception but on the surface we’re all good!

Look at Maki getting better at shedding her tsundere side! She’s getting better at being outright kind and welcoming to people, yay ~

oh my god

This is so..... blatant.... especially with Maki literally saying K1-b0 created this opportunity and Monokuma throwing her under the bus to have another trial. She.... she’s mad at him, isn’t she? And Monokuma too?

Oh man anyone who doesn’t realize at this point probably thinks it’s one of her anime-reference non-sequiters! But it’s not! It’s definitely a distraction! And she’s totally established herself as someone whose head is in the clouds so she she says random things like this, no one blinks an eye! What other comments has she covered like this?

ARE YOU THOUGH.............

Anyway, it’s time for the trial now so -

Yeah that’s true - we haven’t actually resolved this clue yet, have we?

I thought your eyesight wasn’t good? But okay, why not! Have a go at it, K1-b0!

Okay before plot progression though, fluff text time -

................................

WHELP THIS IS A HELL OF A FLUFF TEXT

I have so many things to say about this despite the fact that I’ve definitely talked about it before, because I actually relate to the idea of feeling like a different person in cosplay - of, well, letting yourself become the role. And I’ve definitely said that the theme of ‘becoming the role’ is a huge secondary theme of the game, just under ‘truth vs lies’, which is actually why I originally had Tsumugi as my potential mastermind back in Chapter 3. It’s telling that she’s comparing K1-b0 and his ‘personality enhancement’ with her own cosplay though - she’s often said that she only finds herself interesting when she isn’t being herself, so maybe it applies here too. Is this her way of enhancing her own self? Of becoming what she thinks is a ‘better’ self, a more interesting and charismatic person?

With that reveal of ‘Junko’ at the end of the last trial and Tsumugi often comparing cosplay to ‘bringing someone to life’, ‘channeling’ and ‘and being a vessel for the gods’, that means she’s basically resurrecting Junko in a sense... or acting as her vessel? Is that what will happen here? I think it’s possible for her to bring the ‘larger than life’ Junko from history (like the way long-dead historical figures can often become their own entities that walk the line between fiction and reality) as a way to get around the cospox issue unless I’ve really been accusing the wrong person this whole time lmao. It also lines up with all the times resurrection has been brought up in the game which is A LOT - the funeral scene/reviving the Ultimates, Ryoma describing himself as an empty shell walking around (and trying to ‘revive’ himself via a reason to live, killing off the initial protagonist then reviving the role for Shuichi, the Necronomicon, the seance, Korekiyo and his sister, and lastly, Kokichi via Kaito in the exisal. Combine that with my theory of the students just being normal kids who were reborn with the memories of actual Ultimate students who already died... and them even being forced to dress for those roles... this line of hers becomes really important!

Is this going to become a showdown between personalities who died ages ago? But for what purpose? Even though it looks like there’s a decent amount of things that were made up/embellished in those lights, the clip of the funeral, Kaede wearing the helmet and the meteors were shown outside of the flashback light scene - so are we still facing a doomsday scenario?

And back to Tsumugi herself - does she not have enough conviction to follow through with these plans and Monokuma unless she’s in Junko-wear? That would explain why she and Monokuma don’t seem to be on the same page... So which one of them is pulling the strings, exactly?? They’re definitely independent entities!

Meanwhile Himiko is having a grand old time because she’s finally got a friend in Maki. Aaaaaaw ~

We’re, uh, going to have problems if that’s true.

SHUICHI REMEMBERS TOO LMAO

Strength of an old man, average or below-average agility, eyesight and intelligence... what else was there?

And it wasn’t stripped from you???

But... maybe they didn’t realize you had it. Or don’t care? It’s not a dangerous upgrade, so maybe they didn’t realize it could be used in a way that could possibly hinder them...

He says he’s accepted it, but I think it was more out of necessity. It’ll take him some time to adjust to this new state of mind... but I’m happy to hear it, tbh. Just like Shuichi, he’s really struggled with his Ultimate identity up until now, you know? And even though it’s on more of an extreme level, these talents created differences in everyone and how they related to the world, not just him. It’s just a bit more... well, obvious in his case.

It’s all about accepting the good with the bad, K1-b0! And despite some, uh, questionable actions on your part, you really did do so much for us - we never would have gotten to Kokichi’s and Rantaro’s lab, the mastermind’s room, or discovered the flashback light machine without you!

Oh???

.... Uh.

Uh. What. What are those. What.... What are those?!?!

GONTA WAS RIGHT - !

w h a t they’re so stupid and cute

Tiny.... cameras....??? They look like little camera men?

..... I.... I don’t know... if this rules out VR or not. Because if they need little these little guys with cameras, doesn’t that mean they don’t have the omniscient power of a computer program behind them....????

Again, why did they not strip you of these new functions along with the weapons???

First of all, damn, K1-b0! Getting your ahoge back didn’t kill all of that fire in you after all!

Second of all.............. your skin???? Shell??? It’s definitely changed colour? Since when has it been so human-like -

Looks like K1-b0 can still be tough with his ahoge. :D

Oh god, there’s a whole swarm of hivemind Camera-kubs all over the campus? And they’re literally everywhere?!?! wtf -

I guess that’s a similar concept to the regular Monokumas??? Sure there’s usually only one operational at a time, but they always seem to pick up where the last left off. kind of like Kyuubey

First of all, ew.

Second of all, TRAUMATIC BUZZING NOISE FLASHBACKS

THE ONES THAT I STUPIDLY THOUGHT WERE PART OF THE MONITOR SETUP AROUND THE SCHOOL

but that wouldn’t have made sense because there’s nothing like that outside -

So there’s nanotechnology that exists on such a scale............

MONOKAMERA, THE SIXTH MONOKUB, HIDING ALL OVER THE ACADEMY. THE ONE THEY CALL THE ULTIMATE CAMERA GUY. WATCH OUT FOR HER THEM....

Can we note that once again it is Maki declaring that Kokichi was correct? She is doing her damnedest to check her own prejudices against him this chapter as penance and it’s great.

It’s not ideal, but I also wonder if some of the things he uncovered were only possible using his methods. not that you probably actually are happy about that

actually I bet you were pissed about the whole chapter 5 thing too

..... I want to go back and see that tbh

TALK OF REINCARNATION AGAIN.... also lol Himiko that’s kind of mean

Monokuma thinks he’s going to win... and if I’m reading this correctly, he can still win at the expense of Tsumugi losing....? Is that why? Even if Tsumugi’s plan fails and we see past her trap of ‘Kaede is the mastermind’, identifying Tsumugi will still end up being a victory for him....?

And your sudden hope!extremism, yeah? Because that really was something. 8′D

OH GOD WE’RE GOING IN I MEAN... I’M READY BUT I’M ALSO NOT TBH, I’M NOT 100% SOLID ABOUT THE BIG MYSTERY SURROUNDING THE GAME

I feel like I ~get~ some stuff but there’s still something just beyond...........

“M-Maki I know you’re trying to put my mind at ease but can we not bring up dying before we’ve even tried to win -”

Real talk - I love Himiko’s spell names.

Y.... Yeah........ but why are you excited about this....?

Then again, I feel like you were actually really attached to Gonta? I mean, you were always defending him, right? Is this your way of giving him some postmortem love? ...... AAAAH I DON’T KNOW -

aslkdjf I know this was the same amount as last time but this is such a small cast left -

Man, we’re just... swinging right back to despair and hope again. Look, I know we’re appeasing K1-b0 but -

Why.... why is it back again. Why is Monokuma back again. Why did the killing game come back at all - what is the point of trying to be Junko? What’s to gain from all of this?

I remember thinking and really liking the idea that this game was completely separate from the last two, so it’s strange to have arrived at this point at the very end, but.... well. Here we go, I suppose.

Well said, Sweetcheeks.

So.... normally I’d have a drawn out map of the crime scene, but this is a pretty different situation so I made this at the trial save point:

It’s a bit small, so I’ll recap and expand on that and a few other things:

“TSUMUGI IS THE FUCKING MASTERMIND AND SHE IS TOTALLY TRYING TO SET KAEDE UP AS THE ‘FAKE’ MASTERMIND TO SCREW WITH SHUICHI’S (ET AL)’S HEADS

She set up the document saying Kaede has a twin and is trying to draw parallels to Junko (to trick Shuichi)

She planted the shot-put ball in the mastermind’s lair

She didn’t talk about ‘birthing a Monokuma’ (when everyone else did)

SHE IS THE ‘MOTHER’ THAT WAS REFERRED TO BY MONOTARO IN TRIAL 4, NOT MOTHERKUMA

So I went into some detail earlier about Tsumugi herself, and over the last few investigation posts I ended up decided on what I outlined above. On top of everything else, I think we’re going to nail her on the idea that while Kaede’s murder occurred, she went to the library via the mastermind’s lab and stole Rantaro’s Survivor’s Perk. The problem is... then what? What exactly will we do after that? Also I swear Kaede thought of the same thing, with no idea what to do once we confronted the mastermind -

As for the general situation, I’m sticking to my guns about the class not actually being the Ultimates they think they are - I saw the ‘talents’ part of the flashback light setup menu. Actually, the flashback lights themselves.... jeez. Okay. Ironically enough, my thoughts on them are that their execution in the game is similar to Kokichi’s lying style.

First the game has a cutscene that’s completely truthful. Kaede and Shuichi remember being kidnapped at the beginning of the game. The entire prologue scene. The funeral at the beginning of chapter 2. The meteors in chapter 3. Hell, the kid at the beginning of this chapter, who seems to be watching them and getting inspired by them...??? Then... that’s when the flashback light comes in and embellishes that truth with fantasy. That funeral? It was for the entire class, and they all see themselves as being part of it (picturing ‘themselves’ in those photos rather than the students whose memories they all have). The meteors? It gave rise to an entire death cult - the Ultimate Despair, in fact - and they, themselves, were hunted (which plays off of the players’ knowledge of knowing they remember being kidnapped off the streets). Or something like that....

I’m just trying to place a few things, like that picture of Kaito with his grandparents in the motive video and the flashbacks of Shuichi and Kaede in the helmets. Where do they get placed in all of this? Was Shuichi able to project the image of ‘Kaito’ he knew when watching the video, or is that part of the technomagic of the video itself? We did have a whole segment of the VR chapter talking about the mind being able to be fooled into overcoming the reality of the situation (dying via simulation murder) so is it safe to extrapolate from there? And did Shuichi and Kaede remember themselves with those helmets separately from those flashback lights, as a delayed reaction (which as of this chapter is proven to be possible) or is that real?

As for whether this is a simulation, there’s evidence for and against that. The flashbacks with the helmets - pro. The physical presence of cameras - false. Though with that said, I’ve done a bit of work in computer programs where you actually have to set up cameras in-program and when testing the animation, it’ll only capture what’s set up in the frame - so then again, maybe not??? Those computerized cameras can be programmed to move along a certain path and the lens/frame/etc itself can also be altered.... and they did counteract having blind spots by swarming the campus with them so. Hm. Honestly, it could go both ways. I don’t want to dwell too much on this only because I don’t think that’s going to be the ‘big’ reveal anyhow tbh...

Still though; roles, escapism, resurrection. That’s what I picked up on the most through this entire thing. So how does that work together...? The students were told they were replaceable, and the game will never end. Rantaro lived through one but died in the next. Did he live through a game with this same group of classmates or other people? Or, hell, were they ‘other people’ but with the same names/personalities/memories, but different physical people? And if he was willing to repeat the game again, then why? Was it for a chance to break the loop? Or is there a goal to be accomplished if he wins it properly?

Okay, I think I’m starting to go in circles here. What I know: Tsumugi is the mastermind, and she’s not in complete sync with Monokuma. She’s trying to get Kaede(’s twin) framed; Monokuma is perfectly fine with Tsumugi being identified. Tsumugi falls back on the Junko persona when she’s in mastermind mode - when she was alone, she couldn’t help but be that way with Motherkuma. It’s a role she’s able to take - maybe passed down. Anyway, the point is, she uses it to ‘enhance herself’ or maybe to ‘escape her plain self’. Almost like an emotional support thing....? I wonder...

A lot of the truth as we know it is embellished. Only things we can trust from the flashback lights are things we saw independently of them as well, I think? At the bare minimum, pre-Chapter 4. After that point we didn’t have any corresponding prologue clips to match with the lights. With that said, the students were given talents and memories to match them - I think the Ultimate students they belonged to were actually killed... by the Ultimate Hunt, perhaps. Either way, these kids were brought in as ‘replacements’, the same way the Monokids were replaced. Rantaro, at the very least, was not a replacement though - he had a chance to do this again and took it, for whatever reason... Is this a simulation for the Gopher Project? Or something else entirely? Why ‘resurrect’ the Ultimate students at all? And why is there potentially a scenario where Tsumugi loses, but Monokuma still wins? WHY DON’T I HAVE A FULLY CONFIDENT ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING FFS -

Oh, and of course, Kokichi Ouma was 25 steps ahead of everyone and had Rantaro’s figure in his room too, so that’s cool.

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wonkookiemon · 6 years

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Hush Little Baby (Jungkook x Reader)

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◄Member(s):Jungkook

◄Word Count: 1k+

◄Warnings: strong language, dirty talk, the right amount of fluff, mixed with some self pleasure, comedy.

◄ REQUEST: @mysteriouslymysticaltree asked: Hey can I request a Jungkook fluffy smut ? Where we're married and are parents to one year old baby and we haven't really had the chance to get intimate with one another ever since the baby came because I was too paranoid to leave the baby alone. Do take your time with it~ Thank you so much for all the fics you write ! I really enjoy them ! fffff

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Eat, Cry, Burp, Eat, Cry, Sleep.

It was in that order that your son (y/s/n) managed to completely take over your life and the life of your young husband Jungkook.

You had to admit being a parent has its perks being; your son is the cutest little thing on the planet resulting in people just handing you anything and everything free of charge. Counting the amount of free shit, you get for having a cute kid would probably take way to fucking long. It didn’t help that everyone loved Jungkook since he was a bit of a local celebrity. Your two favorite boys have taken over such a big part in your life, you were so full of love and you cherished every moment of it. But if you were being honest with yourself you missed the intimacy you and Jungkook used to have before (y/s/n). Don’t get me wrong it is down right awesome having a mini me. If only your mini me wasn’t a complete cock block. Never really feeling safe with your child's well being in the hands of total stranger, you shut down the whole “babysitting” thing whenever Jungkook suggested it.

Both you and Jungkook have been frustrated sexually for months, yet neither of you had the time to act on it. So, it would be weeks of teasing and promises of next time with no greater reward other than a heated make-out session that only lasted so long till your son needed attention. Not even your toys were satisfying you. What you needed was Jungkook’s rock-hard cock buried deep in your needy pussy

Butt hey, a girl can dream.

*present*

“Fuck” You gasped with sweat pouring down your heated forehead.

“Take it easy, you know you can’t fit all of it in there” Jungkook gasped from behind you. His head thrown back in frustration as he held your hips up in a weird angle.

“I think it’s just too big, Jungkook” You gritted out.

“I don’t think I can hold much longer baby” Jungkook whined biting his plush bottom lip.

“C’mon a little longer” you were so close, if only Jungkook could last a little longer for you.

Jungkook’s death grip on y/n waist slipped, causing you to tumble down with a piercing shriek into Jungkook’s strong arms.

“Shit” Jungkook groaned when your elbow jabbed into his neck.

“I literally almost had it Jungkook” You frowned in annoyance.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me y/n” he said while gently placing you on the wooden floor next to him.

“Serves you right for throwing the baby monitor halfway across the fucking room” You half yelled in frustration. He had the audacity one night to have a bitchfit when he heard the baby monitor for the fifth time one night and he threw the poor device so high up your bedroom that it landed on the highest point of your bedroom walls.

“Its not like that thing hasn’t interrupted enough” He grumbled. As much of a man Jungkook was, he was still so damn cute at times it turned you into mush. Making matters worse your body began to register this cute moment as one of the many sexy cute things your man does and turned it to sexual tension.

Loosing yourself in his eyes you got lost in your naughty thoughts of Jungkook taking you roughly on the floor. Your body craved to be with him in the most intimate way. But you couldn’t help but feel jinxed if you tried to go through with it. Snapping out of your thoughts you cautiously observed the way Jungkook eyed you like a starved man.

Not wanting to miss this opportunity of silence you climbed on his lap and sunk into his muscled thighs wrapping your legs around his waist. He looked up at you with hungry eyes as you stared back in his with the same level of arousal. You ground your hips roughly into his feeling your pussy clench on nothing at the sad attempt of easing the ache between your thighs. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

Jungkook’s hands immediately shot up and gripped your ass, forcing your hips back down on his. You responded by continuing to grind your hips at a leisurely pace. Jungkook’s breathe began to quicken. Through parted lips he began to whine. Soon the small whines became full guttural moans the faster you both moved your hips against each other. Jungkook became a moaning mess from his position on the floor where he laid, back against the wood, head thrown back in pleasure, and his eyes shut in concentration.

All that was auditable was your labored breaths and Jungkook’s soft grunts of pleasure as he picked up the pace. His cock slowly getting harder and harder at the sweet friction of both of your clothed crotches grinding against each other.

“Shit, baby I’m so fucking close” one of Jungkook’s hand was brought to his hair, he tugged at the strands in pleasure, his neck glistened with sweat and his body slowly heating up flushing his face pink. Not wanting to stop the flow, you continued to grind your soaking core onto his hardened cock, in search for your own release as well.

That’s when the both of you heard the loud ringing from the baby monitor signaling the cries of your 1-year old infant. Looking back down at Jungkook you saw his lips curl into a scowl as he slowly peeled you off his lap.

“Jeon I can go-“

“You got him the last time baby, I got this-Go uhh” Jungkook shook his head seeing that he had no words left to say he briskly walked out the room slightly embarrassed. The baby monitors quieted as he entered (y/s/n)’s room.

You couldn’t believe you just dry humped your man in the middle of your bedroom floor. The both of you have reached a whole new level of horny as fuck. You could feel the slickness of your folds as you got up and went to the bathroom. Curious to how wet you really were you shoved your hand straight down your panties. Moaning softly as you pushed your fingers past your slick folds. Your pussy was completely soaked.

Not hearing the foots steps behind you, you started to rub your swollen clit softly. Your body grew weak causing you to lean over the sink with spread legs and you played with your soaking wet pussy.

“Shit, you look so hot rubbing your pussy like that baby” Jungkook’s voice startled you, but not to the point in which you would stop pleasuring yourself. In fact, it got you even more wet knowing that he was watching you pleasure what’s his.

“I want to fuck you so hard right now, you have no idea” Jungkook reached out and pressed your body into his chest.

“I miss you” You softly said taking your hand out of your pants in defeat. You turned around placing you hands on Jungkook’s chest. Looking up at his face with sweet affection. “Baby, I miss you too” Jungkook smiled bumping his nose with yours. He never failed to make you feel like the most beautiful women in the world. They way his attention was solely on you baffled you to this day.

Grabbing your waist softly Jungkook brought you into his warm embrace resting his head atop of yours. “One of these days, when you feel a little better about the whole babysitting thing, I will have you in the most filthiest way possible, kiss you all over, and tell you how beautiful you look with my cock buried so deep inside you, filling you up till you can’t take any more of my cum”

Your mind and body could barely fucking register the tingle that went through your spine, at the shit that Jungkook just said.

“How romantic” You winced looking up at him. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft lazy kiss. You softly whined when he pulled back with one last peck on your lips.

“I fucking love you” Jungkook smiled dashingly.

“Jeon, I fucking swe- if our child’s first word is fuck, I’ll fucking kill you” you pushed Jungkook off you, hearing him snicker at your bluntness, you made your way out the bathroom.

Turning around fully you steadied yourself on the door frame, “I love you too Jeon-ssi”, you blew him a fat kiss before sashaying away.

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years

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LGBT+ LONG TERM RPS PLS

lowkey tired of writing these but that's life my guys, pride month is making weary and in need of some good, fluffy angsty plots.

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About me:

Im Z, I am twenty and quickly approaching Twenty one, watch out ya boi can be in a bowling alley past ten pm now, My pronouns are they/them, i live in EST and im super gay, nice to meet you, lets get down to business.

How often do you post?: I can reply at least once a day or every other day, sometimes i get really into it and came put out two replies in a day and sometimes i need a break for a few times, I'll let you know where i'm and please do feel free to let me know where you are are!.

Do you like Smut: I enjoy smut. Most times i prefer story and romance building before smut but if you are wanting a smut heavy plot, let me know, I'm not against it.

What's your stance on OOC Communication: I truly like to feel comfortable with my rp partners, we don't gotta be best friends but i want to know if i send a meme, a picture of my cat or ask how your day was, those conversations and things can be shared!

Types of Writing Partners I want?: Someone who is;

LGBT Friendly

Disability Friendly

Has/can make Diverse characters/POC Friendly

Immigrant/ESL friendly

I prefer partners who write in past tense and third person.

Someone to craft stories and worlds with, idea swapping and sharing, being excited for what is coming

Someone who talks about what is going to happen in the next scene, per say if they want to add a twist, change the course or time skip, I seriously dislike when things pop up in plot of nowhere,

Multipara writers and someone who can write multiple characters, per say side characters or poly relationships.

20+

Someone longggggggterm.

Characters I Play?: My characters will always be trans and/or queer, i can play an array of sexualities and genders and hope others can do the same, i thoroughly enjoy mxm, mxm+nb, nbxnb TransxTrans plots. ( i do not do any cishet pairings )

My Post Lengths?: I can post a lot or I can post a little. It depends on like the course of the plot, sometimes it calls for five paragraphs and sometimes you can only write one, I hate one-liners honestly. boop. I'll match you, you match me?

Diversity: This is a MUST, My muses are trans, queer, immigrants, black or of color, disabled, and so on and i will not change them to fit your narrative, if my muse is deaf, their deaf and your muse can learn asl. I'm always literally thrilled when someone can make or have a diverse muse, it adds realness and comfort to plots, i find.

Story elements I like:

Drama?: I really, truly love drama in plots, tragic backstories, non perfect couples, fighting, ex's coming back, character building,flaws in personality, MAKE ME SUFFEERRR. Thanks so much,

Low (Modern) Fantasy:All my muses have supernatural sides and i prefer doing plots like this, nothing warms my heart more than to have a witch cashier, werewolf professor, vampire barista and so on.

Crime: Gangs? Mobs? Demons trying to kill my boo for not respecting a contract? thievery? Knives, guns? drugs? guard falling for a inmate and breaking them out?? Give it to me!!!

Apocalyptic: Falling in love while zombies try to bite our faces off? I'm into it.

Angst?: fucking murder me, our muses are confused figuring out sexuality or gender together and sneaking around for kisses and quickies? there's threat of being found? someone has a political career at stake? your muse is married and you gotta sneak mine around? fffff

Fluff/Domestic?: cute dates? soft kisses? adopting or having kids? rescuing a pupper? baking together? ya, murder me with this too.

Darker elements: I do like quiet a few, like violence, murder, a bit of gore, having blood on your hands to get to the top, fuck ya, i will definitely tell you if something is too much for me though.

Limits?:

Smut limits: incest, underage, toilet play, furries, like anything illegal.

Hard limits: insects, bugs, extreme gore, Sexual assault.

Soft limits:(which means they may be apart of the plot but we HAVE to talk about it first, just don't throw it in out of nowhere): Any type of identity slur, domestic abuse.

Fandoms I Like:

Hunger games, Maze runner, The Last of Us, Harry Potter, Twilight, Miss peregrines house of peculiar children, Life is strange, Detroit: Become Human, Zombie, sometimes marvel like mostly spiderman, Divergent.

Still with me? Cool, I solely rp on discord, You can find me here: AssignedTrashAtBirth#3839 ٩(●ᴗ●)۶ Please message me with your favorite meme!!

#indie rp #indie roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #semipara #long term #spn rp #smut rp #submission

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joulethieves · 7 years

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about the handshake: on one hand, it looks like Fran is overcompensating her arc height in the beginning and her eyes follow the motions with a look of concentration perhaps which seems to suggest Balthier came up with the gesture as a cool (dorky) thing to do. on the other hand, I kinda want Fran and her sisters running around doing this cute fist bump with each other and then Fran teaches it to Balthier idk

the evening finds the pilot fran has come to call her partner well on his way to drunk.

“fran. my dear. fffffran. we need to– to make up…a handshake,” balthier declares one night in the strahl’s comfortable berth. though the den is modest in the ship’s compact nature, they have made it cozy enough, and the evening finds them lounging on the velvet chaise sharing a bottle of wine.

“a handshake?” she queries, and plucks the full glass from his lax grip to bring to her lips.

“yes,” balthier emphasizes, brows knit tightly as if it were the most important matter in the world. “a handshake. we can’t just go plund’ring about without tying it together with a pretty bow,” the gunman elaborates in such a way that only brings about more questions. humes, she thinks. peculiar in their short lives, to seek such meaning in everything.

she takes another sip of wine until she drowns the sobering thoughts. oft he reminds her of the difference in their lifespans, the inevitability of it all, and at this point in their partnership she cannot tell if the constant reminder binds her or frees her.

hume wine is not entirely to her liking but it works fine enough. balthier, at least, is fond of a good vintage, and their most recent haul has unearthed a rather pretty case of fine-aged rozarrian wines that they’ve easily pawned off in the east for a prettier price.

balthier, however, had to keep a few to himself… though he certainly seems to be draining it rather quickly. again, humes and their haste.

“what manner of handshake do you propose?” fran prods, and balthier makes graceless grabbing motion for the glass that she places back in his grip. it’s a wonder he does not spill it on the stark linen of his cravat, but he is no stranger to drinking, that is for sure. when he parts the rim from his mouth, his lips are red, and he licks the wake of summer grapes with a swipe of his tongue.

“something short and sweet,” he responds, and she wants to laugh.

“unlike you, that; a lover of all things ostentatious.”

“consider it a final bow, so to speak. graceful, yet beckoning for an encore.”

fran smiles. balthier does not take notice as he swirls his wine glass and stares into the shifting maroon hues of the rioja. she can smell the vanilla and spices wafting from the wine, and plucks it again from his hands. perhaps hume wine is not so unpalatable after all. it is more vibrant now on her lips when she swallows, but balthier’s hand is still in the air, poised as if it had never let go of the glass at all.

“fran,” balthier sighs, “if you wanted a glass you need simply ask.”

“all things taste better when stolen,” she counters, and with her free hand she brings her fist down to bump against his outstretched hand to close it.

there is a moment of silence where balthier freezes, and suddenly his lax fingers comes to life, snapping in the cabin air.

“my darling,” he exclaims with a slur only the drunk and happy can conjure, “you are a genius.”

#i wrote this drunk and on a whim #this was supposed to be a cracky answer where i write out their dialogue #but it turned into tis #i love them #balthier #fran #headcanon #final fantasy #my writing #final fantasy xii #love u squish #i need 2 answer ur other asks sorry #OTL #airknight

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limpblotter · 7 years

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Jamilton 92?

There was a party at the dead of winter at 1780 Albany Road, where one of the largest houses on the street was emptied of adults and filled with college students raging over cheap booze and loud music. “Daddy said not to have people over while he’s out of town.” Peggy screamed over the music as Angelica and Eliza stared down at the hundreds of people gathered for their end of the fall term party.

“Daddy doesn’t need to know.” Angelica purred, deciding to join the crowd when Maria Cosway walked across the living room to the kitchen. Angelica found her chance to ask out the pretty art student.

“Daddy said no boys are allowed!” She urged as Eliza shook her head and booped Peggy’s nose lovingly.

“Like I said you’re free to go to your room and hide out for the rest of the night.” The middle sister said to her youngest sister who was a freshman in college. “If you do join, you best not touch the alcohol.”

“Then whats the point of me even being part of this.” Peggy rolled her eyes and grumpily took off to her room. Peggy didn’t need to be part of the party anyway. She sat up in her room for sometime, hearing the rumble of feet coming up and down the stairs. Peggy had opened up youtube and started looking over make up gurus when her door opened and a very pale and dazed looking man with large, mane like hair hiccuped.

“Where is your bathroom?”

“Two doors down.” She motioned and without a thanks he left in a hurry. After five minutes her door opened again, this time to a familiar face. “Alleeex, tell me you brought me some beer.”

“Pegleg I love you, but you’re under age.” Not that had stopped Alex when he was eighteen. “Also Angelica is in the kitchen, I don’t want to give her a reason to slaughter me with a meat caviler.”

“Ugh, fine, what do you need.”

“Need to whizz, where is the bathroom again?”

“Two doors down but–” She was too late, Alex disappeared down the hall closing the door behind him. “…someone is already in there I think…” Oh well, she turned back to her video and thought nothing of it

Alexander was buzzed and in need to empty his bladder he was about to unbuckle his pants as he opened the door when he screeched at the side of a black mass of hair hunched over the toilet bowl. It took him a good five minutes to realize there was a body that belonged to that hair and another minute to register who that body was. “Ugh.” Of course it was Jefferson. Of course he was invited to the party because the spoiled, popular shit stain from his Political Science AND Creative Writing class was literally everywhere. It was bad enough he tainted Hamilton’s two favorite classes. “Assferson what are you–”

BLEEERRRRHHHHHGGGGG

Alex took a step back and scrunched up his face. “Are you drunk?”

“N-No” Thomas whimpered into the toilet bowl. “J-Just go…B-bleh!” He dry heaved into the toilet, his face practically inside of the bowl at this point. Alexander had have the mind to go. His body turned as if to leave when he heard Thomas groan. Pathetic. Where were his friends? The smooth talking, somewhat intelligent man had always one or two lackeys with him. Now alone?

If it were him he’d have his friends with him right now. If this were him he wouldn’t have wanted to be alone. “Fffff” it would be nice for the rich guy to owe him one…it would be real nice actually…

Thomas felt his whole world spin, his hair full and coiled was sticking dangerously close to his clammy face and the toilet water. He felt another wave of nauseous hit him just in time as two hands carefully pulled back his forest of hair from his face and allowed him a little more room to up chuck the contents of his stomach.

“I never thought I’d see the day, Thomas Jefferson gets ‘white girl wasted’“

“Shut—it”

Hamilton laughed bitterly at him, but he stood there, back hunched over uncomfortably as he held Thomas’s hair in a ponytail with his hands. His hair felt amazing, he didn’t think such a coiled and wired textured curl could feel so soft at the same time. He tried not to think of Thomas’s great hair mainly because Thomas had too many ‘great’ things about him that made it hard for Alex to form a decent case against him most days.

“Hamilton…”

“What?”

Thomas turned his head, his eyes were like two black holes, sucking up all the light in the world. Holes that could end worlds, swallow galaxies and beings whole. He felt them suck him in, suck in all the light in his life so all he was staring at were two ,watery blacken pits that led no where…mysteriously…but had so much depth Alexander’s curiosity almost begged him to dive in and find where blackholes led. “Thank you” he spoke softly, his sweat drenched face was so soft and unhinged he seemed so …feeble.

For a moment Alexander felt the urge to pee and the buzz of booze leave him. He was wide awake and somewhat at a loss for words. “Uh…your welcome…Lemme…get …uh Madison or something.”

“No…just….stay here for a minute, I’ll be fine…”

So he stayed.

Peggy peeked into the bathroom and chuckled to herself, snapping a picture for her snapchat. “I smell a love story~ or a really shitty night.”

#limpypreguntas #jamilton #hamilton #I got a little carried away #partying #college au #hi anon #100+ prompts #peggy schuyler

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jejublr · 7 years

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Seatmate!Joshua

A/N: I AM BACK!! OH MY GOD??? How have you guys been?? How was your holiday?? Mine’s ending next week as school starts on Monday ^^ I’ll post requests in this following week so be sure to check them out! I’m sorry for this to tale so long but here is the requested Seatmate!Jisoo!

(Also whenever I think about the Chocolate MV, I get reminded of that “Joystick” line Joshua sung lmaooo)

Ok everybody saw this coming

Joshua is the Good Kid™

The one the teachers love because he’s so respectful and always submits his homework and assignments on time *

He’s that kid who says s*** like “I didn’t study for the exam” and “I think I’m not going to pass” but passes with a f***ing A++ anyways

Everybody knows him as a friendly face who always smiles and say hi to people in the hallways

Does a lot of volunteering

Can be seen with his guitar doing YouTube covers during recess

Very kind and would drop everything to help someone

Like that time when he was super late to school because he was helping a pregnant lady get to the hospital??

The teacher was like “lmao get in, Joshua, everything ’swell”

Which also means he gets away with things without even trying bc everybody knows Joshua’s a good kid

He knows it too but he never use it to his advantage someone protect this angel

He’s got quite some fans at school ok

The funny part is when you got Joshua as your seatmate

Maybe it’s just the Universe’s idea of a joke

Because quite the contrary, you’re every definition of a rebel

You sleep a lot in class

Gets into the occasional fights but nothing too serious

You’re a familiar face in detention (for various reasons)

And while you do submit your homework/assignments, they’re almost always late

Despite all that, you pass your classes with good marks, much to the teachers astonishment and irk

And while you don’t cause that much trouble, you do intimidate people

Which led you to having few to no friends

And it awes people when they see the contrast between you and Joshua

Bc the Church Kid and the Rebel? so cliche

But you never really talked to him anyways

Bc you’re just so different and basically the opposite of each other that you never found a common ground

It’s like mixing oil and water and you both fill the same space without truly mingling

You never minded it except it’s always a pain whenever people compare you to each other

“Why can’t you be more like Joshua?”

“How can Joshua sit next to someone like her”

You have nothing against the guy but it’s just a pain that you’re stuck with the guy everybody puts on a high pedestal

So you work at the local ice cream joint that your parents own

Not a lot of people know of it and it’s pretty low-key

Which also means not a lot of people from school knows of it

And while you despise going to school, you absolutely enjoy working there

Because there in the ice cream shop, nobody sees you as the Y/N that gets into fights or the Y/N the troublemaker

Here, you’re the Y/N that gives out ice cream to little kids and when they smile at you you beam back

Here, you help elders pull out their seats so they can enjoy a chocolate sundae as they talk to their spouses

Here, you’re just Y/N

No prejudice, no ugly sneers, just Y/N who serves ice cream

One day Joshua was walking around town when he spot your ice cream shop

So he decided to treat himself to some

And imagine his surprise when he found you giggling to a five-year old as you hand her her ice cream come

Your eyes meet and you went OH NO

Bc what is he doing here? You don’t need to be constantly reminded of the perfect Joshua Hong lol

Your smile was replaced with a frown and it’s a shame bc Joshua thought you look so sweet smiling

“Not a word, Hong.”

He pretended as if he didn’t see that last scene but he can’t help but hide a small smile bc he just realized you’re kinda cute

He didn’t say anything and ordered

He was paying and without looking up to see your face, said “You should smile more. It looks good on you”

And then he walked off with his strawberry ice cream like a f***ing boss

You never expected that from someone like Joshua so you can’t help but get flustered

Really flustered

Bc did he just flirt with you????? Holy crud

The next day you couldn't even spare a glance at the guy

Joshua acted as if nothing happened, like you guys didn’t totally meet at the ice cream shop but they way he looks at you?? He looks like he’s teasing you

‘The scary giant is actually’ soft his eyes seemed to say

To your dismay, since that day, Joshua’s face frequent the shop more than you would like

Ofc your parents were overjoyed bc they got a loyal customer but dang it’s really distracting to have him hover around

You couldn’t help but start to notice him

He usually would sit by the windows, sometimes reading a book or working on his laptop

You can’t help but memorize his usual order one scoop of strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a cup

And little by little you couldn't help but warm up to him

And you’re like ‘Oh no do I have a crush???? on Joshua Hong????’

It gets better

There was one time Joshua notice you struggling during a test and he couldn't help but feel a little bad

So he wrote the answer on a little slip of paper and discreetly passed it to you

You looked at him incredulously and was like why but by then he had his back to you

He totally did it bc he likes you

And hey it’s not like you’re a punk without a sense of gratitude

So after school, you treat him to free ice cream

You were in the middle of eating your ice cream when he drew closer and

“Oh, you got ice cream on your mouth.”

AND THEN HE FREAKING WIPED THE ICE CREAM OFF THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH WITH HIS FINGER ADDWEFLWLJF

(thank god he didn't lick it amirite) holy shi* Nat keep it PG

You made eye contact and dear God if Joshua isn’t more beautiful up close

You noticed the moles that sprinkled his face but didn’t quite catch them as Joshua pulled back

The worst part of it was he had the audacity to smile innocently at you, acting as if everything is completely normal the freaking snitch

Y’all know his church oppa feel is just a facade he’s worse than Jeonghan tbh

And again he just looked away casually, which again made you feel flustered bc WHAT THE H***

It’s just that Joshua enjoys ruffling your feathers, getting to know the you that you don’t show to other people

He especially enjoys surprising you and taking you by surprise bc he could tell you never expect and aren’t used to others to be so vulgar towards you

The first day he saw you smile and he found himself wanting to see more of them

And fine, he’ll admit to himself that he might have a crush on you fffff

You started to notice how Joshua was warmer and kinder to you than before

I mean, he wasn’t rude before but you don’t have the best relationship either

But holy crud if the guy isn’t setting you up for a heart attack one of these days

Although his antics does intrigue you bc??? you’ve never had anybody treat you like that?? you’re just not used having your heart ready to beat right out of your chest

One day at school, you saw a senior bullying a freshman and although you may be a rebel, you are definitely not a bully

So you called out on the guy and told him to stop

He went up to you and started to get aggressive and called you names

You held your ground and when he saw you didn’t flinch, he slapped you

The next thing you know, the guy was off you and was on the ground with a bloody nose

The hallway went dead quite as your gaze falls on Joshua

Joshua whose breathing hard with his hand formed into a fist

To say you were shocked was an understatement because nobody would have thought Joshua would go that far

Did Joshua just punched a kid??? Really???

Is the world ending?????

So now you’re both stuck in detention together

And you're laughing inside bc Joshua looked like a sore thumb in the room full of troublemakers

“Are you ok?” he finally asked you

“Why did you punch that guy??”

“Look. Just because people think you’re a troublemaker doesn’t make them right.”

You raised an eyebrow at that

“Ok fine, not entirely true lol”

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Joshua was silent and then you felt his warm hand wrapped around yours under the table

“Because you’re more than that. They don’t know but I know. And you should, too. Because you’re more than what the label you as. Yeah, you might've made your fair share of mistakes but..I know deep inside, you're a good person. Don’t listen to them. Listen to me. I’m here for you.”

And he said it with so much conviction, so much sincerity that you looked at him, and I mean, finally looked at him and you realized

You think you might be falling hard for him.

You realized his warm hand is still clasped around yours, his thumb moving comforting patterns onto your skin and you felt the heat in your cheeks bc Joshua is holding my hand asdfhlkl

You looked at him and see his ears turning red and it’s so endearing

And then you smiled and Joshua felt like he’s going to bursts anytime now because he’s the reason behind that smile

And you didn’t do anything but hold hands under the table with Joshua throughout your time in detention

But you you don’t mind bc to you, this is enough

And this might be the first time you say this but detention isn’t so bad with him around

Because you know he’ll always be right there for you

A/N: I’m sorry if this was a flop compared to the other one.. Joshua ended up a bit OOC towards the end imo.. I tried to brainstorm but not much came up :( I might rewrite this if I have better ideas one day, though, so Anon, I’m sorry if I might've dissapointed you!

#requested #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #joshua scenarios #seventeen imagines #joshua #seventeen #joshua imagines #IM SORRY IF THIS IS DISSAPOINTING #TRASHHH

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the-nysh · 7 years

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Opm dub: complete English OVA commentary (with links)

Oh man! I’ve been waiting for AGES to finally see these in English, ever since seeing the subs for them way back. My main incentive to compare how gay the translations are, and I can certainly say, I’ve not been disappointed! 8D

Below are my thoughts and impressions from each one, complete with links and a transcription of fun quotes I enjoyed! Have fun!

OVA1: The Shadow that snuck up too close

Saitama, to himself: “Man, I gotta admit, stalkers really are scary. Come to think of it, lately I’ve been feeling eyes on me from somewhere too. … It’s no big deal if it’s just someone with a grudge. But… if that anger turned into some kind of warped love or twisted infatuation the way it did in that movie, then…how should I handle it?” (Look at this, he’s ok being hated; he can handle physical confrontations, but emotional things like love and stuff frighten him! Ahh Saitama, just how will you deal with Genos’ type of attention?! 8D)

Genos: “Perhaps the secret to his power lies in his food. ... No normal person would dream of such behavior, therefore…” (Genos pls, there’s nothing special in Saitama’s trip to the diner, his diet, or his choice in food; the egg is just poor! Genos simply cannot fathom these conditions otherwise. Grasping at straws, yet doesn’t understand the most simple explanation. Important to note, this demonstrates how he couldn’t put two-and-two together to purposely bribe Saitama later with rent money (offering rent is simply proper boarding manners instead) as he doesn’t understand how tight Saitama’s finances are. Plus, once Genos writes off this superfluous ‘food’ explanation for Saitama’s power, it also writes off the ‘Saitama eats monster parts for power’ fan theory too.)

Saitama: “Thieving bastard! I’m so gonna catch you and kick your ass!” (GAWD I’m dying over these NERDS trying to out-stalk each other. XD)

Genos: “…DAMN! It IS just a french fry!” (overdramatic no indoor voice borg) “He has a normal diet; it is no different from an average person’s. I have not discovered a single thing. Is it possible that Master could be a cyborg like me? I have considered the data, just one thing left to do.” (CONFRONT HIM IN PERSON MY GUY. Also, his hope that Saitama could be like him. :’3)

Saitama, to the so-called monster/‘thief’: “COME AT ME STRAIGHT!” (LOL, the dramatic irony here how they’re indirectly talking to/about each other)

Saitama’s internal monologue: “If I continue being a hero, I’m sure this won’t be last time someone’s out for revenge against me. That’s my fate; it can’t be avoided I guess. I just need to change how I think. Right! I need to think positively! I simply have to believe there’ll be people in this world who appreciate what I do. People who’ll know that I’m there to help. I became a hero 3 years ago. I’m not saying I need fans or anything, but it’d be nice if someone noticed all the things I’ve been doing around here. …Oh yeah! There was that one guy who wanted to be my disciple.” (He REMEMBERED Genos! Thinking of things positively from now on too, thank god! :’D)

Genos: “Investigation day 5. I have prepared myself for the worst. *deep breath* Sensei, sir!” Saitama: “You actually showed up.” (Gawd, Genos taking that huge pause, mentally preparing himself to confront Saitama directly. Including preparing his whole backstory speech at ready too. But man, he doesn’t want to screw this up or upset Saitama from all this. :’D)

Summary: Man I love the dramatic irony in this ova. And how in the beginning, it was all dark in trepidation, with Saitama scared of a 'warped love, twisted infatuation' stalker, but in the end...he wants to think positively of what may come, and thinks of Genos :')))) (boy does he have a storm coming!)

OVA2: The Disciple who stinks at storytelling

The mafia guy…refers to the giraffe keychain as 'these babies' GAWD I’m already dying. “This little giraffe must mean a lot to you!” FFFFF!!! And HOW! 8D Genos: “Yes. It is extremely important.” BOIIII

THE BATH SCENE: full script I posted here. Gggnnghh, Saitama TRYING to get Genos to say how the water feels good: “How was it for you?” GAWD! Just trying to get Genos to relax (like in the drama cd), and Genos not quite understanding that and shifting the convo to a pitch singing match instead. Saitama’s “aww, c’mon really?” like with a fond, ‘oh man what am I gonna do with him’ smile, and then playing along anyway. :’))) Genos’ “that is the note for mi!” in english sounds so much like ‘me,’ like Saitama had delivered HIM the special note he requested! THESE DORKS!! 8’D Messing around together in a public bath house! (where that other old guy can totally witness their unabashed antics!)

*Saitama noticing Genos staring and standing awkwardly close to him while naked on the massage chair* S: “Uhh…you can take off without me, you know. *gives keys* Wouldn’t want you to get a chill after your bath. But hey, don’t lose those, ok? These are crazy times we’re living in. Losing your keys will only lead to trouble.” Saitama pls, Genos can’t catch a chill. XD But look at that, the egg worried for his safety/wellbeing anyway, as he gives him permission to leave ahead of him. ;D Seriously, those double-take side glances of his at Genos standing so expectantly next to his side! Like goodness, egg would like some space pls. XD But also, Genos takes Saitama’s key offering and instructions to protect it super seriously too. (he never changes the position of his arm while carrying it!)

*flash to present* G: “THAT is how important the key is to me.” Don: “Your stories are terrible. ‘Faah’-get about it! Nobody cares about any of this crap!” (lol, the audience does tho ;D) G: “Your ‘Fa’ should be higher; ‘Fa~’ see?” (HOLY SHIT what an ass! XD) Don: “Unghh!!” G: “In any case, the key is important and I would like it back now. Surely you have…one or two things that are important to you.” Don: “My Family means everything to me! I’d do just about anything for’ em!” G: “I see, then you understand how I would do anything for Master Saitama.” (!!!!!!!!!! The important, classic declaration line, delivered like this! :’D)

*flashback* S: “So you decided to wait around after all? It’s so cold, too.” *sneezes* G: “Are you ok, Master?!” S: *shivers* “It’s freezing out. The chill’s gettin to me.” G: *glances at his head* S: “Uh – were you just checkin out my head?” G: “No! I would never.” GAAHH! It’s so gay!! I can’t handle this. :’D Like, OF COURSE Genos wouldn’t leave Saitama alone there! Previously Saitama was worried Genos might catch a chill, but HE catches one instead! And Genos showing his open concern for him! Glancing at his head like mentally correlating his baldness with greater heat loss too (get him a hat, Genos!) Saitama noticing that detail and using the flirty, ‘checkin out’ language, GAH! Plus Genos’ BLATANT LIES. FFFFF!!!

S: *imitating Genos* “DINNER TARGET AQUIRED~!” With that super quick facial change, and Genos staring at him the whole time! 8D

G: *extremely close death glare at the store employee* “It is only 2 seconds past the posted time. Will you please make an exception? You still have the merchandise!” *seething and clenching his fist* “The attitude of that employee. Have you any idea how I felt?! IT WAS WRONG!!” (absolute, no chill drama borg throwing an emotional fit here)

*Genos continues to ramble on, with the Don getting pissed and annoyed at him to get to the fucking point already* G: “Be patient. There is an order to the series of events in question.” (this was the ‘words come from the heart’ line from the fan translations) *comes to the conclusion that they’re complete strangers with zero connection* Don: “You mean you’ve been running your mouth since the moment we got here, just so you could tell me you’ve met him on the street today for the first time?!” G: “You did ask. There, I told you everything. Now give me back the keys as you promised you would.” Don: “SMARTASS PUNK!” (and later: “YOU FOOL! How stupid can someone possibly be!?”) Genos plsss… Like, it’s adorable how naïve and straight-laced he is, expecting proper honest procedure from typical law-abiding citizens…however, these mobster guys are anything but! (and yet he doesn’t even recognize or expect they’re criminals at first) And him simply rambling about his complete bath story with his sensei to complete strangers!! His enthusiasm and priorities, man! X’D

*flash to the REAL present* G: “And finally after all that, I was able to get the key back. But unfortunately, I missed the sale.” S: “Well…I had a spare key so in the end it was no big deal. But it sounds like you had a lot to contend with, didn’t cha?” G: “Master, I must apologize to you. I am too incompetent to run your errands!” S: “Nah~! It’s no big deal! We’ll just have a tofu hotpot tonight.” (he’s really warm here :3) G: “This will not make up for it…” S: “Hm?” G: “But here, *offers special bag* I went by another store.” S: “Huh? NO WAY! That’s some super expensive meat you brought home!” (he’s super happy!)

S: “Good thing we had some eggs, it’s sukiyaki time! Let’s dig in!” (the egg mentions eggs, heh) G: “RIGHT!” (HE is so happy now too!!)

Summary: So GOSH, this entire ova can be summed up with a ‘GENOS PLS’ and ‘these total gay, hopeless dorks!’ X’D Also, the end scene reveals Genos had told Saitama this entire convoluted story too, but UNLIKE the Don, Saitama patiently listens to the whole thing without complaint! Even warmly reassuring Genos’ distress that everything’s fine. :’3 And yep, Genos humbly offers him the expensive meat in apology (as the best alternative he could find, as in his fool mind, best=most expensive), and Saitama is so HAPPY to receive something he would never normally get! Both of them, enjoying a fancy hotpot together. :’D Bless <333

OVA3: The overly complicated ninja (Sonic’s special)

Sonic’s epically horrible dream about getting punched in the dick by Saitama. Stranger: “Everything ok? I heard you moaning up there!” (WORD CHOICE, man! XD) “You kept calling out ‘Saitama…Saitama.’”

Sonic fukkin carves a detailed face of the egg into a tree… He’s eternally haunted by phantoms of an evil Saitama always ending their encounters by punching him in the dick!! c h r i s t ‘Why’ indeed! ‘Psychological trauma,’ as the old hunter says it is. :P

Sonic: “Fine then, I’ll admit it, Saitama. When I sensed your power, I was afraid!” Ahh, I like how he confronts his weakness. And is determined to overcome it! Training to control and accept his fear! 8D (and gaining a cute little boar friend for support~) Interesting of note to me, how he’s AFRAID of Saitama’s power. How many other people would be as well? When in contrast, people like Genos, would never be afraid of Saitama.

The hunter’s name…is revealed to be FRANK. Omg dub team, pls.

Sonic: “Hey, Hunter. If you’re defeated before you fight, the results will be the same, no matter how often you try.” And this is neat. How someone could be defeated mentally before even trying. :’) Much truth in these words.

Saitama *randomly pops out of nowhere* “Oh. A bear.” (HIS FACE I CAN’T!) Inadvertently saving the hunter while on the prowl, omg. Settling for the bear for dinner, as the baby boar ran away in fear recognizing his face from Sonic’s wood carvings. XD

*Together, at home* G: “So is this what you would call a ‘bear hotpot,’ Master?” S: “Yeah, you heard those rumors about the giant bear causing all that damage right? *snarfs a bite with blushing cheeks* YUM~” G: “You mean, you can really eat them?” S: “Sure, you can eat most any animal.” G: *takes out notes* “I see!” S: “Oh, a-and I hear wild boar is pretty good too.” G: “I LEARN SO MUCH FROM YOU, MASTER!” (omg, genos pls! this is becoming an ongoing gag line, to have him finish their convos with this level of enthusiasm! XD Also how wary he’d been eyeing the bear food, ahaha.)

OVA4: Bang, who is too overbearing (The excessively pushy Bang)

Bang: “Hm? Genos? Why are they together? Wait, come to think of it *recalls Genos yelling ‘Master!’ during the meteor* Could this be a teacher-student situation? But their rankings are Class S and Class C! So what’s going on?” (WHAT indeed! 8D Also, ‘situation’ changed from ‘relationship’ as in the fansubs)

*At the scene of the dead cabbage monster* S: “What should we have for dinner? I think we’ve got some cabbage left.” G: “Cabbage alone will not be enough. Shall I purchase some meat, Master?” S: “Ugh, what am I supposed to do with you, Genos? (OMG) Now listen! Don’t underestimate cabbage! Stir fried in yakiniku sauce goes great with rice.” G: “Ah! I see, so preparation is what truly dictates the results. Even a powerful weapon can be junk in the hands of the incompetent. Tell me; is that the lesson, Master?!” S: “Uh, I wouldn’t go that far.” G: “YOU TEACH ME SO MUCH, MASTER!” S: “Uaah, all your talk about meat made me wanna eat some! Great, way ta go, man.” Wah! This perspective has them inspired from the monster to eat their cabbage leftovers, rather than say, harvesting ingredients from the monster (no collecting monster parts here). :P Also omfg, but is this whole convo a callback to the second ova? About Genos purchasing meat again (Saitama like ‘oh no you won’t again!’) and indirectly calling himself incompetent (like junk?!) again!? (for failing against the meteor this time) Like GEEZ, the toaster is so hard on himself. :’) But, Saitama there telling him not to go that far. :’D And how casually/fondly Saitama speaks with him now (‘What am I supposed to do with you? Way ta go, man.’) Such good interactions!

Bang, to himself: “Up close he appears to be nothing more than an ordinary guy. Genos looks superior in every way, yet Saitama is guiding him. In terms of Association ranking, Genos is placed much higher, but if Saitama’s mastered a fighting style that surpasses rankings, it’s a different story.” (hohoho, how this summarizes so much! That classic ONE disconnect between appearance, rank and expectations there too) S: “What’s with the weird old guy? He’s gone all quiet.” G: “He is eccentric. Many are like that in Class S.” (Pfft, like…yourself, Genos? ;D And goddammit! Indirectly rude to his face too! XD Well actually, BOTH these dorks are rude to him, hah. They just fukkin get up and leave him – after Saitama asks Genos if he’s ready to go, together.) Bang: “That must mean this Saitama is an all-around outstanding teacher.” (huehue)

Bang: “How ‘bout this, why not stop by my dojo sometime? Might be interesting, what do ya say?” S: “Uh…nah I-I’m good.” G: “Master Saitama is a very busy man.” Bang: “C’mon, don’t be like that. Here, this is the address for my dojo. I’ll be there all day tomorrow.” G: “Did you not hear what I said?! Master is–” S: “Allllright, old man. See ya tomorrow.” G: “Uh! MASTER!” (Heh, Genos trying to defend Saitama, and YET! The ‘yoink’ from Saitama totally surprising him. XD Overprotective toaster, man.)

*later* G: “I thought for certain you were going to stop by the dojo.” S: “Well uh, I’ve learned old dudes like that can be persistent. Humoring them then blowing ‘em off is the only way to avoid big headaches.” Bang: “...He’s so very vulnerable and inexperienced.” *Saitama immediately dives in front of a truck* G: *gawking shock* “!!!! MASTER!!” S: “Thought it was a cat, but it was just a stupid plastic bag. And now all that delicious meat we bought has been run over by a truck and ruined.” OH MANNN!! Although I do prefer the prolonged yell of ‘SENSEIIIII~!!’ in Japanese, Genos is STILL stunned into overprotective shock for Saitama’s safety here. PLS, he JUST witnessed Saitama punch out a meteor! And YET he cannot help this protective instinct when the person he cares about appears *in danger*! XD Does Saitama’s normally ‘soft’ egg face make him appear ‘vulnerable’ to him too, as it does for Bang?!

Bang: (internally: “This changes all of my mental simulations.”) “You two look like you’re in need of some nourishment!” (OMG, this word choice! XD) S: *audibly scoffs* Bang: “Back at my dojo, I have some premium meat that the Martial Arts Association sent over.” (ooh they mentioned this detail here) S: “Ah! What a coincidence! I happen to have a bottle of yakiniku sauce! Where is your dojo?” (ahaha his projected heroic voice!)

Saitama, behind Bang’s introductions: “Ughh, this is such a pain in the ass…” Omg, him audibly complaining and annoyed already, he just wants the meat and to go home!

G: *finished clattering on phone* “Master, I will do it.” S: “You understand all the rules?” G: “I do. The explanation took too long, so I just looked them up.” Genos pls, you’re one to talk!! YOUR explanations take forever too! XD GAWD, these dorks I swear.

S: “All right then! The next hit wins, come get some!!” Omg, Saitama’s so into the game. XD Spirited, competitive and totally a sore loser about it too, buahaha!

Bang: “Maybe now you understand that you’ve had a match. Especially you, Saitama. Before you knew it, you enjoyed taking part in the competition. Otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten so serious. … Martial arts are appealing in this way, a way that you can never get from fighting and physical combat.” G: *with arms raised in the same attentive position as Charanko’s* “He has a point; Master was getting serious.” Ohoho, Genos is super interested the moment Bang says the game enticed Saitama to get serious. Interested in whatever can do THAT to his sensei!

Charanko calls him Bang-sensei! 8D (and not ‘Master’ like Genos)

S: “Whatever, let’s go one more round and finish this! I’m STARVING!” (HAH, Saitama pls!) G: “Master, shall I play you next?” (whoa, there!) S: “Uh-what? Why?” OMG Genos pls. X’D Heh, probably because he wants to challenge and see Saitama get serious against him this time. Like a sparring match of a different kind! ;D

Summary: AHHHHH, gosh!! Pretty much the whole ova was absolute gold, with plenty of prime interactions! (I had to refrain from transcribing every conversation XD) What a riot and so much fun!

OVA5: The sisters with too much going on

LILY!!! And FUBUKI!!! 8D Their voices! Ahhhh <3 ‘Gentle tomboyish’ is how I can best describe Lily’s voice. :P Also notably, the group calls Fubuki, ‘Miss Blizzard.’

Genos, internally: *introduces all the formal info for Fubuki* “But why is she…? Allergies, maybe?” (GENOS PLS, she is crying you fool!) THE LINE: “They are crabs. Crabs for my Master!” (EXACTLY LIKE IN THE SUBS I’M CRYING) Fubuki, internally: ??? “Uuhh, Isn’t this guy from Class S?” (She is horribly confused for their first ever line spoken together! XD Doesn’t even KNOW who his ‘Master’ is too!)

Genos, immediately with no chill or indoor voice: “EVERYONE, EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY! I have been informed there is a bomb on this train! PLEASE HEAD TOWARDS THE EXITS, TIME IS- *suddenly realizes* DAMMIT, they cannot! There is no way for them to escape!” (THIS FOOOOL I CAN’T HANDLE HIM HOLY SHIT X’D)

Genos, to Fubuki: “What is it? You cannot handle it without your underlings?” (HOLY SHIT THIS ASSHOLE xD He doesn’t approve of her style of heroics with rookie crushing, and doesn’t hide the disdain in his voice at all!) Fubuki: “No, I just don’t appreciate being ordered around, ok!?” (Heh, their interactions are off to a great start. :P)

The little Class C hero girl! Swim-chan, ahhh! Blushing in Fubkui’s presence. ;D Fubuki: “Shut up and get it together! All that whining’s not gonna change anything! Calm down and prepare yourself.” :’)))) Fubuki, doubly hard on herself while she lectures the girl (girl still blushing getting ordered around, heh). Speaking from experience and her OWN issues with inadequacy compared to her sister. Ahhh, my girl. <3

Genos, with extreme strained grunting holding the front of the ramming train: “YES!” (LOL, does this remind you of anything? ;D) Tatsumaki: “Outta the way~!”

Waaah, Fubuki responds to her sister’s quip, ‘why didn’t you just get off of that thing?’ with a ‘none of your business, is it?’ :’)))) Fubuki still has her PRIDE and sense of duty, man!! Aughh! She’s so upset her sister smothered her attempt to shine all over again! Can really feel sentimental for her. <3

Swim-chan comes to personally thank and express her gratitude to Fubuki for saving her. :’) Expressing her ongoing doubts of even continuing to be a hero (Fubuki can totally relate, always being in her sister’s shadow), but has gained renewed inspiration and strength from Fubuki today! :’DD Ahhh, so good! Both of them, uplifting each other to never give up!

*Naked, at the LAB* Genos: “Dr. Kuseno. Beyond strength, speed, range. I now know there is another type of power I lack.” Kuseno: “Well this is quite sudden. What is it?” Genos: *intense close up* “SUPERNATURAL.” Kuseno: *turns away* “I’m sorry to say my technology can’t help you with something like that.” Genos: *visibly distraught and pouting* Kuseno: “Must’ve been quite the formidable enemy you were fighting. Tell me, what happened?” Genos: *sulking* “…I utterly failed at shopping! *walks away* If only I possessed supernatural powers, the crabs would not have exploded as they did!” Kuseno: “The poor boy must be tired~” - Saitama, waiting for Genos to come home for dinner: “Sure taking his time, what gives?”

UAHHH!!! This boy I swear!! X’D And poor Kuseno too, totally used to this ‘poor boy’ always running with no chill (and his ridiculous requests). :’D Genos pls….Saitama has all the chill, patiently waiting for you to just come home!

OVA 6: The murder case that was too impossible (The far too impossible case of murder)

Immediately, Child Emperor’s voice, and soon enough, Lightspeed Flash’s voice too! “The answer to that is none of your business.” He sounds…posh and manly, heh. Meanwhile, Saitama and Genos are sitting side by side together in the water, minding their own business. :P

Zombieman’s voice?! It’s kinda…higher than expected. :O Like a young, nasally goody guy? Tank Top Master’s voice too…pretty deep.

PPP: “What a waste of a beautiful boy!!” (omg lol, plus the actor does his lines well btw)

Genos, literally fighting with a child to defend Saitama’s honor: “Hold on. Are you implying that Master Saitama is a suspect?” Child Emperor: *to Saitama* “Well, maybe not with that face.” (OMG no!!! X’D) Genos: “Listen to me! Even if My Master wanted to destroy Zombieman, he would not need weapons, a single punch would– *realizes, internally* Wait a second, if Master wanted to test the validity of Zombieman’s immortality, he might have used a weapon to go easy on him. Unfortunately, that would make sense.” Saitama: *notices Genos staring at him* “Hm?” Genos: *secretly to him* “Easy, Master. Do not worry. I will defend you at your trial.” Saitama: “I! DID NOT! DO IT!” (HOOOOO, it’s the ‘perjury for my sensei’ line! Classic. X’D)

King’s voice!! It’s like, deep and oily? Very ahh, distinct. Totally would not expect considering how his real character is like. Also his ‘King Engine’ here is a literal drum beat! (and not a heartbeat like how it is in the main anime eps)

Tatsumaki: “I know Zombieman doesn’t die when he gets killed!” (HAAAH referencing the ‘people die when they are killed’ meme, I can’t believe this XD) Zombieman: “Honestly it doesn’t bother me. This stuff happens all the time when you drink.” (HE’S SO CHILL OMG WTF. Treating getting stabbed like casual everyday shenanigans. :P) Everyone: “WHAT?!” Saitama: “Nuh-uh. Not at all.” (dude, exactly XD)

*Saitama and Genos, walking home in the sunset together* Saitama: “It was her, huh? The little brat caused all that trouble. You know, you gotta wonder why she’d do something so crazy.” Genos, internally: “…Unfortunately, that is likely your fault, Master.” *flashback* Tatsumaki: *offering Genos her drink* “I’m done~ Here. I just don’t like drinking, it tastes gross.” Saitama: *takes it away from Genos, scolding* “Of course you don’t like doing that! You’re still just a little kid! Stop trying to act so much like an adult, alright? You shouldn’t be drinking to begin with. Little kids should just have orange juice or something!” Tatsumaki: “WHAT!? Listen you–” Saitama: “I’ll go order one for you right now.” Genos, current time, internally: “Tornado’s pride got hurt, so in an act of retaliation, she forced herself to drink more, despite its flavor.” Saitama, beaming: “I gotta say, Genos! That hot spring sure felt great, didn’t it?!” Genos: “YES, MASTER!”

Ahaha! X’D Saitama can only view Tatsumaki as a child! And Genos, withholding such details from Saitama, while making sense of the whole fiasco for the audience. In any case, it’s great to see both our dorks HAPPY, side by side together. :’D

Overall, VERY enjoyable and especially so to see how faithful the dub team kept to their characters, never holding back on the gay at all, either! ;D (what a blessing!) Recommended for anyone to see the ovas again, in this fresh, alternative perspective! (special thanks to @dolltrash-etc for providing me with the links to study these, and showing me bits of her limited dvd release booklet! <333)

#opm #saigenos #english dub #commentary #I HAVE FINISHED AND PROVIDED LINKS WITHIN! 8D #this got way in depth omfg but i have no chill ESPECIALLY with content of our beloved dorks X3

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