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50: What do you expect from a friend or partner?
My first reaction is that there are some very different aspects to those two things - though also, since I would want a partner to be a friend (indeed, a best friend), there is some overlap as well.
My second reaction is that 'expect' is a bit of a loaded word? What can any of us expect from one another? Everyone will be in different places and be able to give different things and different levels at different times.
So what can anyone expect?
Kindness, and love, however they can offer it in that moment.
51: What question could you ask to find out the most about a person?
Anon, I'm afraid you've come barking up the wrong tree for a useful answer to this question. đ
I'm on the spectrum with significant social anxiety - I can barely ask people for directions to the men's room!
However, I will share an anecdote, and then have a go myself:
The first (and thus far only) lady I dated asked, as her first question on the dating site, what my biggest kink was. Which (given that I somehow actually managed to answer, and answer honestly) was certainly very informative - and revealing - about me! đ
In the event that I were going to ask (and able to ask) someone a single question to find out the most about them...
I think I would I would ask what they thought the best and worst class they'd ever taken was, and why. I don't know that an answer would tell me the most about them... but I think it would tell me some things that would be very illuminating about them.
54: Can humans really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?
I can only concur with J.B.S. Haldane:
"My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose."
But what a great joy it is in trying to understand!
59: What do you think the next era of music will be like?
Well, I don't know that I'm the best person to answer this question, given that I know as much about trends in modern music as I do about the cyclical valuation of the Algerian dinar (which is to say: absolutely bupkis). đ
But... from what knowledge I have acquired, it seems there are two basic possibilities - one pessimistic, one optimistic (though in fact they may not be mutually exclusive).
The pessimistic outlook is that popular music will essentially come under the control of algorithmic generation (currently more commonly known as "AI"). Beats and hooks and everything else will be thoroughly analyzed for their ability to draw and hold a listener's attention, and computer programs will generate 'music' designed to maximize listenership - probably for 15-30 second chunks (all the better to sync with viral social media videos). Songs themselves will continue to get shorter in length (something that's already been happening) as a result.
Some artists will fight against this trend - a few, already too big to fail, will succeed; most will experience brief success by putting out unique, personal music - but, with streaming not providing sufficient royalties to live on while also creating a fanbase too diffuse to make touring feasible, won't be able to maintain it.
(Like I said, it's a pessimistic outlook)
The optimistic outlook is the idea that the diversification of popular music - already ongoing with genres like reggaeton and Afrobeats - will continue and expand, and the fusion of genres will create entirely new types of music, adding incredibly to the richness of music globally.
#I don't really know enough to expand on the optimistic part#(also I kind of just ran out of steam đ
)#just... more artists; more varieties of artist#they still might not have audiences wide enough though#those outlooks are definitely both possible#was just reading about new theories on dark matter#and dark energy#possibly even a 'Dark Big Bang'#there's so much to learn!#I think knowing what someone thinks of different subjects says something about what they value#although I guess it's possible they might not have liked a class because of the professor đ€·ââïž#not sure that lead answer is a great one#but that's what came to mind#thank you for the questions! đ#asks
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What Makes an Ethnic Villain "Ethnic" or "Villainous?" How Do You Offset it?
anonymous asked:
Hello WWC! I have a question about the antagonist of my story. She is (currently) Japanese, and I want to make sure Iâm writing her in a way that doesnât associates [sic] her being Asian with being villainous. The story is set in modern day USA, this character is effectively immortal. She was a samurai who lost loved ones due to failure in combat, and this becomes her character[sic] motivation (portrayed sympathetically to the audience). This story explores many different time periods and how women have shown valor throughout history. The age of the samurai (and the real and legendary female warriors from it) have interested me the most, which is why I want her to be from this period. The outfit she wears while fighting is based on samurai armor, and she wears modern and traditional Japanese fashion depending on the occasion. She acts pretty similar to modern day people, though more cynical and obsessed with her loss. Sheâs been able to adapt with the times but still highly values and cherishes her past. She is the only Asian main character, but I plan to make a supportive Japanese side character. Sheâs a history teacher who knows about the villain and gives the protagonists information to help them, but isnât involved in the main plot otherwise. Are the way Iâm writing this villain and the inclusion of a non-antagonist Japanese character enough to prevent a harmful reading of the story, or is there more I should do?
Why Does Your Villain Exist?
This makes me feel old because David Anders plays a villain with this kind of backstory in the series Heroes starring Masi Oka.Â
I think you want to think about what you mean when you say:Â
Villainous (In what way? To whom? To what end?)
Harmful (What tropes, narratives and implications are present?)
Iâm relatively infamous in the mod circle for not caring too much about dimensions of âharmâ. The concept is relative and varies widely between people and cultures. I donât see much value in framing motivations around âWhat is less harmful?â I think for me, what matters more is:Â
âWhat is more true?âÂ
âAre characteristics viewed as intrinsic to background, or the product of experiences and personal autonomy?â
âWill your portrayal resonate with a large audience?â
âWhat will resonate with the members of the audience who share the backgrounds your characters have?âÂ
This post offers additional questions you could ask yourself instead of âis this okay/not okay/harmful.âÂ
You could write a story where your antagonist is sly, sadistic, violent and cold-blooded. It may not be an interpretation that will make many Japanese from combat backgrounds feel seen or heard, but itâs not without precedent. These tropes have been weaponized against people of Japanese descent (Like Nikkei Japanese interned during World War II), but Japan also brutalized a good chunk of Asia during World War II. See Hergeâs Tintin and The Blue Lotus for an example of a comic that accurately showcases the brutality of Japanâs colonization of Manchuria, but also is racist in terms of how Japanese characters are portrayed (CW: genocide, war, imperialism, racism).
You could also write a story where your characterâs grief gives way to despair, and fuels their combat such that they are seen as calculating, frigid and deeply driven by revenge/ violence. This might make sense. Itâs also been done to death for Japanese female warriors, though (See âLady Snowbloodâ by Kazuo Koike and Kazuo Kamimura here, CW: sexual assault, violence, murder and a host of other dark things youâd expect in a revenge story).Â
You could further write a story where your antagonist is not necessarily villainous, but the perceived harm comes from fetishizing/ exoticizing elements in how her appearance is presented or how she is sexualized, which is a common problem for Japanese female characters.Â
My vote always goes to the most interesting story or character. I donât see any benefit to writing from a defensive position. This is where I'll point out that, culturally, I can't picture a Japanese character viewing immortality as anything other than a curse. Many cultures in Japan are largely defined by transience and the understanding that many things naturally decay, die, and change form.
There are a lot of ways you could conceivably cause harm, but Iâd rather hear about what the point of this character is given the dilemma of their position.Â
What is her purpose for the plot?Â
How is she designed to make the reader feel?Â
What literary devices are relevant to her portrayal?
(Arbitrarily, you can always add more than 1 extra Japanese character. I think you might put less pressure on yourself with this characterâs portrayal if you have more Japanese characters to practice with in general.)Â
- Marika.Â
When Off-Setting: Aim for Average
Seconding the above with regards to this villainessâs story and your motivations for this character, but regardless of her story I think itâs also important to look specifically at how the Japanese teacher character provides contrast.Â
I agree with the choice to make her a regular person and not a superhero. Otherwise, your one Asian character is aggressively Asian-themed in a stereotypical Cool Japan way (particularly if her villain suit is samurai-themed & she wears wafu clothing every so often). Adding a chill person who happens to be Japanese and doesnât have some kind of ninja or kitsune motif will be a breath of fresh air (well, more like a sigh of relief) for Japanese readers.Â
A note on characterizationâwhile our standard advice for âoffsetâ characters is to give your offset character the opposite of the personality trait youâre trying to balance, in this case you might want to avoid opposites. You have a villainess who is a cold, tough âdonât need no manâ type. Making the teacher mild-mannered, helpful, and accomodating would balance out the villainessâs traits, but youâll end up swinging to the other side of the pendulum towards the Submissive Asian stereotype depending on execution. If avoiding stereotypes is a concern, I suggest picking something outside of that spectrum of gentleness to violence and making her really boring or really weird or really nerdy or a jock gym teacher orâŠsomething. Youâre the author.
Similarly, while the villainess is very traditionally Japanese in her motifs and backstory, donât make the teacher go aggressively in either directionâgive her a nice balance of modern vs. traditional, Japanese vs. Western sensibilities as far as her looks, dress, interests, values, etc. Because at the end of the day, thatâs most modern Japanese people.Â
Sometimes, the most difficult representation of a character of color is making a character who is really average, typical, modern, and boring.Â
- Rina
#writeblr#Japanese#Japanese women#Villain#antagonist#tokenism#characterization#representation#stereotypes#immortality#superheroes#supervillains#asks
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In writing a fighting scene how many sentences need to be it is always said it needs to have a variety of how long? Technical jargon better be ditched, or sometimes needs to be written? Is there any advice on how to do this, I still trying to get an idea of how to write fighting scenes? from tournaments, corridor battles (narrow and wide), room battles, field battles, war battles, or even hit-and-run battles?
So, there are multiple questions here, but some of these are going to be kind of quick.
How many sentences do you need? Enough, but no more. You need to be able to communicate to the reader what's happening in the fight. Or, at least, be able to communicate what your PoV character experiences from the fight. The more you add to it, the longer it will take your average reader to read the scene, and (to an extent) the slower they will perceive the fight.
This creates an awkward situation for a writer. If you have some, âreally cool visual,â but you can't convey that quickly and efficiently, it might need to go. Especially if it's the kind of thing you'd see in a film, or comic, but that your character wouldn't be directly aware of. For example, a character isn't going to know that a blade narrowly missed their head, shaving off several locks of hair in the process, because they're probably not looking in the direction of their hair when it happens, and they're probably not going to feel it. In attempting to completely articulate that moment, you're going to slow down the fight.
Now, there is an application for this. The better a character's reflexes (really, the faster they are at processing information, which isn't technically reflexes), the more ability they'll have to actually perceive these kinds of moments as they happen, and the slow the fight will be, for them.
Technical jargon is characterization. A character who doesn't know how to fight, and has no prior aptitude for violence, probably won't have a particularly extensive vocabulary for violence. So, if that's you PoV for a fight, they don't know what they're seeing, and they might not have a vocabulary that extends much beyond hitting, punching, and kicking. This applies both to the attacks they can (intentionally) make, and what they can see and understand when other characters are attacking.
A character who is a combat veteran, with extensive training will have a much wider range of options open to them, and also a much greater capacity to accurately articulate the violence they see. They're likely to use and recognize things like stances, parries, restraints, holds, and throws.
This can lead to a specific situation that's counter-intuitive (at least in comparison to what I said at the beginning), but also very real. An inexperienced fighter, can find themselves quickly losing to a skilled opponent without really being able to understand what just happened to them. In this specific case, accurately communicating the details to the audience can be to the detriment.
So, this is all for limited narration. If you're using omniscient narration, then you'll need to make decisions on how to describe the combat. This is one situation where it's really difficult to avoid characterizing your narrator. Though, this should help make that characterization a conscious choice, rather than an accident.
Beyond that, asking about the different venues, that's a little to vague to really give any coherent answer beyond simply pointing to the earlier paragraphs. For example, when you're looking at armies clashing in a massive battle, the PoV is still the most important factor to assessing how it should be written. A general, commanding the troops from a hill behind the front lines is going to be far more interested in the overall strategic state of the battle. They'll be directing troops, trying to get orders through, watching the enemy, and trying to anticipate what they'll do. A soldier down in the melee will have a radically different experience. They may not even have the tactical background to fully appreciate the way the battle is progressing, beyond simply that there are still people trying to kill them, and they're preemptively returning the favor.
At a grander scale, a footsoldier in a war might not even have the frame of reference to really understand the state of the world beyond the scope of their orders and the battles they find themselves in. They may know who they are fighting, but, not really understand why. And, if they encounter enemy forces unexpectedly, they may have no idea what that really means for the war as a whole, where a general or commander would likely be able to understand and explain how that happened. In fact, a diplomat or spy, with extensive experience from before the war, may have entirely different understandings for how and why the enemy is maneuvering than even a general would.
Again, violence, whether it's on a personal, or a mass scale, is a venue for characterization. Who your characters are will dictate how they perceive, understand, and interact with the world around them. There isn't one way that a fight in a corridor will occur, because there isn't one kind of person who will walk into a corridor with violent intent.
If it sounds like I'm thinking of Glen Cook's Black Company novels, I am. I'm also thinking of Sandy Mitchell's Caiaphas Cain novels, and a few other stray examples.
Ultimately, this is all about characterization of your narrator, regardless whether that narrator is also a character in the story or not.
-Starke
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How is there a throuple on prime time TV?And why are they the medical staff on a luxury cruise?
I'm still not sure how Doctor Odyssey is a real show that's airing every week and not some fever dream, but since it seems to be that it is a real show, here's why I think it's yet another medical procedural drama...and on a cruise!
While polyamory has become more widely acknowledged in the mainstream, it's hardly normalized or even common in both media and people's lives. Likewise, queer representation, especially that of bisexual men, is still far from being without controversy (if it's allowed to be represented at all, as Supernatural fans like myself well know).
So, again, how in the world is Doctor Odyssey, which very explicitly centers the developing sexual and romantic relationship between Max, Avery, and Tristan a thing that exists? Or, to put it another way: if we have a story that is unusual for most people and even uncomfortable for many of them, how can that story be told without alienating the audience?
The answer: tell it in a way that feels familiar, and maybe a little detached from reality. So, medical procedural drama on a cruise! Ok, let me explain:
Why a Medical Procedural Drama?
Not only has the the genre been a staple of American television since the 90s (thanks, ER), it's a type of story that is told in formulaic ways. It is, after all, a procedural. Both its familiarity and predictability allow the audience to sit back and enjoy the story unfold with its expected beats. This type of TV is meant to be fun and easy to watch. Such shows might give you some current issues beats to ponder as you watch, but they're not making you do a lot of work.
But why medical as opposed to law enforcement, which is a much more common type of procedural? Because, thanks to the legacy of shows like Grey's Anatomy and House MD., medical dramas have a lot more leeway to be dramatic AND unrealistic while somehow preserving the veneer of realism. It's this allowance for dramatics and breaches of realism that create a comfortable bubble of "sure this might as well happen" that prevents the audience from being alienate when faced with a wide variety of topics that can be as accurate or fantastical as the plot demands.
Polyamory, within this broader landscape, can be a Very Special Episode that just so happens to span every episode, and viewers can be carried through that plot by the familiar patterns and conventions of the genre.
Why on a Cruise?
Oh, aren't medical procedurals so cliché? How can we make it interesting?? I know, put them on a cruise! We haven't put doctors on a cruise yet! (totally 100% real conversation on ABC)
Sure, the cruise premise stinks of gimmick, but what if that's the point? Surely, most people would see a show like Doctor Odyssey and imagine that what makes it different is that it's set on a cruise. Yeah, that's not completely untrue, but the cruise serves a much more important purpose than being a differential on a pitch.
In fact, the cruise, like the medical procedural, is another liminal space that allows for multiple ways to engage in fantasy or reality as the plot demands. Mainly, and most crucially, though, the cruise is a bubble, an illusion, which is a point the show itself makes in the pilot episode. It is unmoored (heh) from the expectations of land, like accurate representations of healthcare, or say...monogamy as default. As such, the cruise makes not only for a dynamic choice of setting, but a very intentional one.
Reality Check:
The interplay between genre and setting is crucial. The audience, with all its expectations, of what a medical procedural drama is know what they're tuning in for, and they can easily imagine the dramatic (or ridiculous) nature of the cases that will be present in a luxury cruise. True enough, as I mentioned before, the pilot episode starts by being very honest that the cruise is an illusion: the captain shows and describes all the craft and skill that goes into creating a safe space for passengers to engage in fantasy. The genre savvy audience is then invited into aligning not with the cruise passengers, but with the crew.
Except Doctor Odyssey isn't really about the medicine, or the cruise, is it? It's about Max, Tristan, and Avery. So the audience is given a choice at the metanarrative level: be the passenger or be the crew. Be aware that the point of the story is the polyamory or tune in for medical staff...on a cruise! Win-win! What I think is fun and clever about all this is that no matter who you choose to align yourself with, you can't ever truly escape reality lurking in the wings. The polyamory is simply there no matter how resistant the audience, but the setting and the genre create a buffer around it.
Sure you can have a threesome on a cruise, it's like Vegas. No big. Nothing threatening to social conventions. It's not real. But reality has a way of reasserting itself: in the tragedies that befall the passengers on the ship, or their mishaps, or the cherished memories they'll look back on. And while the crew upkeeps the illusion, they aren't immune or completely separate from its effects (good and bad). No one can divest themselves from what they experience on the cruise and neither can the viewer.
Through genre convention and its setting, Doctor Odyssey (and I mean, look at this title alone lol) navigates the unfamiliar waters of accepting the richness of the human condition (to echo Captain Massey), and brings the audience safely to shore with a new understanding of what relationships can look like.
And this is how Doctor Odyssey managed to get produced and make it to air, and we get to be unhinged about Tristan, Max, Avery, and the YEARNING. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk etc.
#doctor odyssey#ody3#tristan silva#avery morgan#max bankman#doctor odyssey meta#my writing#this post came to me in the night
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ok iâve had time to process. (relatively incoherent) thoughts/spoilers under the cut
Ok the first thing I noticed is Phil is fucking radiant. Like I knew that but experiencing it in person is a whole different thing. I genuinely could not keep my eyes off him, even in times when Dan was yapping, like I actually might have missed a couple things cause I just couldnât stop staring at Phil. His hair was a bit mussed up and it made him look even prettier somehow.
The second thing I noticed is Phil really is the funniest man alive lmao. I knew this too but again, experiencing it irl is just so much. His timing is perfect and the parts that were improvised were so so good. I love him so much. King of comedy.
Third thing was Dan is so big. I donât mean tall (though that too) but just big. Big personality, big movements, big ideas, big voice. Which again, I knew, but irl itâs just so much more and once again I am soooo hopelessly endeared by him. Danny boy I love you so much with your crazy movements and your huge expressions and your loud ass voice, please donât ever change. You really are something special.
Also, theyâre really fucking good at this. I didnât noticed any major flubs (ie forgetting lines) but even the couple times where you could tell they got a bit tongue tied or something they played it off so smoothly. The whole thing was so fucking good, and having spoilers honestly didnât make it any less so. And the song fucking slays they better record that shit (and make a music video⊠please I begâŠ)
other tidbits:
-no amount of spoilers prepares you for the dioramas irl. it was So Much and so funny. at one point phil made the dolls 69 and dan said no they said kissing on the mouth and turned them around to be kissing on the mouth instead of the . uh
-dan bent his doll over the breakfast bar and phil made his doll do the uh. motions. but his doll wasnât close enough or at the right angle to danâs to look like fucking so from where i was at it was honestly closer to looking like phil had his face in danâs ass đ
-conspiracies were toilet, sleepless night with phil, bus, and wedding (i do think people were shouting for vegas louder but they did wedding anyway)
-when dan got tangled in the lights he said âhelp me dadâ and continued to walk around and make it worse while phil kind of chased him around. dan literally couldâve just picked his foot up and he wouldâve been out but he just kept doing it until phil got him out and made to spank him with them to which dan said something like âi asked you to help me i didnât think you were gonna whip meâ or something
-at one point dan said something about getting down on our level and he got down on the floor and did something but I was too distracted staring at phil (lmao) and didnât realize until everyone was laughing rip
-dan was doing absolutely crazy things with his body the whole time. especially that super wide stance squat he does. Phil kept asking what heâs doing and at one point seemed genuinely concerned that he was going to rip his pants which like. i was also genuinely concerned about idk how those things are still intact
-lawyer dan banned the gays, wrote erotic fiction about cheese curds, and went to jail for being horny. we killed him
-doctor phil - I canât remember the first question AT ALL lmao but he liked to help old ladies piss and had a secret collection of Milphs. when they were on the screen the second time every answer had âand cumâ added to them lmao. So he helped old ladies piss and cum and had a secret collection of milphs and cum. we also killed him
-when they ran around the venue they went down an enclosed stairwell and a fan was in there and they had to plaster themself to the wall as dan and phil and the camera guy ran past lmao
-the silicone 6 pack was not as weird irl as it looked to me in pictures
-sister danielâs shorts were invisible from the audience. once i looked closely i could see them but at first i genuinely thought she had her tiny underwear back and i nearly fell out of my seat.
-when they talked about people invading their privacy and bothering their families and stuff someone shouted âiâm so sorry phil!â like they were personally responsible for all of it lmao it was very cute
-they slayed the song so severely. like it fucking slaps. honestly they can both sing pretty well and they both did so good with the dance too. so fucking good
-the ukulele broke before dan even smashed it. it just fell apart midair LMAO it was so funny
#if anyone remembers the first doctor phil question PLEASE remind me lol#iâm sure iâll think of more later but overall best night ever#most fun iâve had since being front row at a one direction concert#phil is so beautiful iâm gonna die. also#my show#titspoilers#dan and phil#phan
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riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins
Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!
Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if youâd like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isnât.
Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.
König Prefers Quiet Time
König is a voracious reader, so heâs rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. Heâs quick to become your best online friend. After all, heâs so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. Itâs rare to find such a delightful person online.
And heâs so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he thereâs for you. Heâll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but heâll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, canât give away secrets).
Every time he comes back online, you know youâre in for a good time. Whether itâs him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, heâs got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says heâs so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! Heâs got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.
It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. Itâs not that he doesnât like you, itâs that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that heâs happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? Heâs so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and thatâs final.
Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.
When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didnât think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille OâNeil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that heâs crouching down to make himself look smaller. Itâs insanity. At the very least, heâs easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.
So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. Itâs a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, itâs perfectly silent and beautiful. Itâs a wonderful moment that you think youâll cherish until you die.
The next moment is where it all falls apart.
He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now heâs apologizing and then heâs rushing to the bathroom and youâre left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess.Â
By the time heâs back, your nose has stopped bleeding and youâre packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesnât say anything. Odd, but maybe heâs just a bit frazzled.
Youâre driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides âhiâ, âsorryâ and âoh noâ.
âThank you,â he says as he stares at the road ahead.
âWhat, for the drive?â you laugh, âitâs no problem! I mean, itâs not too bad. Itâs about an hourâs drive, but Iâm fine with that!â
König says nothing, just nods as you speak. Youâre starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you canât help but feel terribly awkward. If heâs this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.
You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You canât tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.
âSo, um, how was the flight?â you ask with a wide smile.
âGut.â
Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, thatâs helpful.
âDid they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?â you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.
âI ate,â he says quietly.
You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?
You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.
By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.
âHey, König?â you call.
You get a hum from behind the door.
âCan I come in?â you ask nervously.
Thereâs a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.
âThanks,â you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.
König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.
âAm I⊠Am I not what you thought Iâd be?â you ask nervously.
König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.
âI mean, justâŠâ you sigh, âyou talked so much online, but youâve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?â
You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, âIs there something wrong with us?â
Königâs eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.
âNein, you areâŠâ he gestures towards you with one hand, âyou are perfect. Itâs just⊠AhâŠâ
You brace yourself.
âI am not good at talking,â he admits.
You deflate. Thatâs it? Heâs not good at talking?
âBut youâre fine online,â you point out.
âJa, but this is⊠It is different,â he sighs, âI am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.â
You nod as you listen carefully.
âSoâŠâ you rub your thumb over your kneecap, âwould you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?â
König nodded quickly.
You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.
âGreat. I think I can do that.â
From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isnât great at talking in person, itâs a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that heâs listening attentively to everything you say. Heâs a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, heâs quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.
You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, heâs nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when thereâs nobody else there.
Heâs a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.
Youâre at a grocery store when you see it in action.
âOh my God youâre so tall!â a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.
König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.
âCan you, like, help me with something?â she asks eagerly.
König looks down at you, then back to the woman.
âWhat is it?â his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.
âWell, um, thereâs this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?â she says, a bit nervously.
âWhat is it?â heâs somehow worse than last time.
âUm, uh, I can show it to you?â she offers meekly.
âI need to know what it is,â König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.
You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like itâs all going downhill too quickly.
âItâs-â
König turns to face her abruptly and sheâs stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.
âWhy did she go?â he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.
âKönigâŠâ you start slowly, âis that how you usually speak to strangers?â
He thinks for a moment, then nods.
âKönig I think I know why you think people hate you.â
Königâs eyebrows raise up for a moment, âYou do?â
You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.
Itâs no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.
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à©âĄËłÂ·Ëⶠâ SUNA x MAID! FEM READER; KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA AU
Suna becomes a regular at your maid cafe - a regular thorn in your side, that is.Â
wc â 1.4k
tags â fluff, reader works at a maid cafeÂ
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âYes, master,â you practically bite out the words.
Suna raises an eyebrow at you. âArenât you missing something?â
Ugh. This man is insufferable. With a pained smile, you wince through the last part of your mandatory response to orders. âNya! One Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait coming right up!âÂ
In the back room, you drop to your knees, cradling your head in your hands now that you're safely hidden from the eyes of your customers.Â
You have to do it.Â
You have to kill this man.Â
Thereâs no way you can keep serving him these ridiculous orders. Youâre going to die of embarrassment. If itâs him or you, youâre going to choose yourself.Â
Working at a maid cafe only started because of your best friend. She convinced you to do it with her, only to quit a few weeks in. You had stayed, against your better judgement.Â
âPlease,â you remember her begging, tugging on your hand beseechingly. âThe pay is so good! Just think about it - 20 dollars an hour?â
To a high schooler, that was a crazy amount of money. Both of you gasped when you saw the flyer, imagining everything you could do with that kind of cash.Â
âBut if I saw someone I knew, Iâd die of embarrassment,â you remind her. Sometimes it feels like it falls to you to be the rational one of the pair of you. She dreams and you keep her grounded.Â
âNo one will see! Who comes to this part of town anyways?â
Rintarou Suna does, as you find out one day when youâre taking out the trash.Â
A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, making you yelp. You spin around, ready to scream for your manager. You can never be too careful as a young girl flouncing around these streets in a maid dress.Â
âI thought it was you,â he says, wide-eyed and clearly stunned.Â
You drop the trash in the bin and sprint away from him, only to hear the distinct sounds of footsteps after you. Youâve seen Suna play for your schoolâs volleyball team. Thereâs no way youâre out running him.Â
Luckily, the cafe is just ahead.Â
It might be embarrassing for you to be caught in your black and white frilly lace and poufs of tulle, but itâs just as embarrassing for Suna to be caught entering. Heâs one of the star athletes on your schoolâs incredibly strong volleyball team - he can get any girl he wants. Why would he come in here?
Suna crashes through the open door a split second later, interrupting your monologue.Â
âHi,â he says, not even breathing hard. âTable for one, please. Oh, and I want her.â
You shouldâve known that thinking rationally would never apply to men who have no social awareness. Suna simply does not care. More than anything, that lack of interest is what makes him such an unmanageable beast.
âWhat do you want?â You whisper furiously, under your breath. Itâs still not low enough for your manager to ignore, though, and she shoots you a reprimanding look over the counter. âMaster,â you tack on to the end of your sentence.Â
âI think Iâll start with a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait,â he says with a smile. âWith the add on.â
You stare him down. âThatâs not what I meant.âÂ
âIf you share my parfait with me, Iâll tell you.âÂ
âOne Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait. Thatâs all?â
Sharing dessert with Suna in an inappropriately adorable cafe feels much too close to a date for your liking. The parfait is a frothy work of art. Itâs a monstrosity of a confectionery, starting with a base of hand crumbled crackers. Each layer alternates between warm biscuit, sweet cream, or fruity jam, all topped with a swirl of whipped frosting and slices of fruit.
To be honest, you didnât think it would be to Sunaâs taste. You hate to judge by appearance, but Suna doesnât strike you as someone who would like dessert. Heâs not a bad boy exactly, not in the conventional sense, but heâs not the target audience for this cafe, either. His nonchalance and blank expression makes him feel unapproachably cool.Â
The underclassmen look up to him. You see them crowd outside your classroom during break, waiting for the chance to talk to him. Part of the legend is his style. He rolls into class looking effortlessly tousled, his jacket hanging askew on his shoulders. He only has one piercing in his left ear. You heard a rumor that he let Osamu pierce it for him at an away game, only to get benched by Captain Kita as punishment.Â
Suna wears mostly black. He blasts rap on the way to school in his headphones. He likes sneakers and heâll wait on a queue for hours at a pop-up just to snag his dream pair. When he smiles, one side of his mouth lifts higher than the other. He wears rings that his younger sister makes for him. Sometimes he comes to school with colorful butterfly clips in his hair to hold his bangs back if he hasnât gotten a haircut in time. You know thatâs his sisterâs work, too.Â
You hadnât realized you knew so much about Suna. You hadnât realized you were looking.Â
His spoon clinks against yours gently.Â
âYou can eat, you know.â
Mechanically, your spoon starts to move. As soon as the tartness of the berry hits your tongue, itâs immediately followed by the sweetness of the cream. Your eyes widen. Despite working here for a while now, youâve never had one of the desserts. Itâs surprisingly good.Â
âRight?â Suna chuckles.Â
Because heâs usually quiet, eating and talking with Suna feels strange at first. Youâre not used to having his undivided attention on you. The ice breaks as soon as you notice the way his hair is sticking up in the back, like a duckâs tail. When you point out his messy head, he shrugs and makes no move to fix it.Â
âBrushing my hair is a pain,â he says.Â
It makes you giggle. It might be lazy, but itâs strangely charming. Before you know it, Sunaâs drawn you in with his insouciant smiles and effortless ability to lead a conversation. Itâs not that heâs naturally charismatic, but something about the way he listens and responds has you preening under his attention.Â
Youâre almost upset when he calls for the check. He seems to notice.
âIâll be back!â He calls as he leaves.Â
âDonât-âÂ
Heâs already gone.Â
You realized he never told you why he came.Â
Most teenage boys would be embarrassed to make a maid cafe their normal hang out spot, but Suna comes on the dot every single day. Your coworkers have taken to referring to a table in your section as Sunaâs table. He always orders the Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, and he always makes you draw a little chocolate heart on it.Â
You love your coworkers, you really do. You donât think you wouldâve worked here as long as you have if they didnât feel like family to you, but sometimes older sisters can be annoying.Â
Case in point: Shizuka, one of the older maids, just ruined a con youâve been running on Suna for a long time.Â
âYouâre not doing it right,â Shizuka scolds you. âYou forgot the ânya!ââ
You flinch.Â
Sunaâs eyes widen. âOh? Tell me more.âÂ
âWhen you order a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, weâre supposed to go âNya! Of course, master!ââÂ
Suna pins you underneath an uncompromising stare. âDo you know how many of these Iâve ordered? You owe me a lot of âNyas.ââ
âSuna,â you say pleadingly, your face burning with mortification.Â
He relents, a little. Something about your expression makes him melt, his eyes softening a minuscule amount. Itâs barely noticeable, but itâs there. âFine,â he smiles. âYou can just start now.â
The minute you finish your humiliating speech, you vow revenge on Suna, but he just laughs. Itâs too easy to get used to him. If you donât actively remind yourself that he is your classmate, that you donât actually know him that well, and that you first spoke to him just this week, it would all be too easy to feel like youâre friends.Â
Thatâs why you have to draw a line in the sand before he can get even closer. Youâre scared to find out how this ends. Youâd rather cut him out of your life now. This is probably a game for Suna, but for you itâs something else.
Itâs hard to remember all of that when he waits until the end of your shift to walk you home. Heâs standing by the door, making small talk with your manager, who adores him.Â
âReady to go?âÂ
When you nod, he grabs your bag from you. The way he acts is so straightforward. You wouldnât describe Suna as confident, but rather flexible. He takes everything that happens as it comes, and never lets it break his stride. Things are easy for him because he chooses to let them be. When he walks, his hand bumps yours once, twice.Â
Itâs easy. The hands. The act of being with him.Â
Itâs not a long walk home, but you wish it was. Fifteen minutes isnât enough time for you to work up the courage to tell him what you need to say. Thankfully, he breaks the silence first.Â
âYouâre quieter than usual. Whatâs up?âÂ
âYou need to stop coming,â you tell him, hating the words even as they come out of your mouth.Â
He stops, forcing you to stop with him. âWhy? Are you actually mad?âÂ
You wish you could say yes, but you canât. You shake your head, praying Suna can just take the hint and leave you alone.Â
He blinks at you. âThen no can do, maâam.âÂ
âWhy do you even come?â You hope his answer can push you to take the step you need, but it only cements him further in your heart.Â
He smiles at you in a way youâve come to associate with Suna, sweet and uncomplicated. âI just like cute things.âÂ
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A/N: smut.
Warnings: smut.
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She rested her back against the door, delicately, to nudge it to a close, reaching behind her to turn the key in the lock and listen for a âclickâ sound. She kept her eyes glued to Mattyâs chest. It was easy to get lost in the way that his tattoos, framed on either side by his loosely draped, unbuttoned shirt, glistened it with sweat. His taut muscles came in and out of focus every time that he took a drag on his cigarette. She didnât want to disturb him. She knew he must be tired. Besides, he looked so tranquil. Zoned out, almost perfectly still, if it werenât for his smoking. But theyâve been together long enough for her to know that, despite the deceptively calm demeanor, his mind was racing right now. Matty had a certain wind-down ritual that helped him to process the utter madness of the show and bring him back down to reality as he prepared to leave the venue behind, shed the layers that heâd wrapped and twisted around himself for the sake of the performance, and return to himself every night. Most of it occurred in silence. It made sense. Things were often loud inside his head, ears still buzzing with the cheering crowds and the music, the quiet helped to balance things out.
But what about the audience? The thing about participating in a show like that is that you donât get to bear witness to it without it leaving its mark on you, as well. Nobody has ever walked into a live show (certainly not a 1975 show) and walked out the same person. It might be the case that heâs the one who has to fling himself head first into the madness, sing his heart out, create the energy that would sustain the entire venue for the whole night, but, if he did his job right, that usually meant that the audience would be transformed by his presence, too. And, tonight, she felt it in her bones.
She meandered over to his backpack, which sat in his makeup chair, and prepared his joint for him, delivering it to him where he sat in the leather couch, the last of his cigarette still in between his lips. She stood in the space between his wide spread knees, slowly taking the cigarette butt from his mouth. He hummed, a noise she knew him well enough to know that he intended as a âthank you,â and loosened his lips, letting her handle the rest. She fished the lighter out of his limp hand and lit the joint for him. He smoked, eyes droopy, looking up at her as he accepted her help.
She ran her freshly sharpened nails through his hair, smiling down at him. âYou look perfect.â She whispered as if sharing a secret only meant for his ears. âYou were perfect tonight.â
The joint slowly dangled from the corner of his mouth as he smiled. âYeah? I was, wasnât I?â
âDid you have fun? You looked like you were having fun. Iâm sure you felt how well it was all going.â This new haircut made running her hands through his hair much smoother, free of resistance. He liked that he could feel her nails scratching at his scalp.
âMhm.â He blinked his long, pretty lashes at her. Lazily, his hand reached over and pulled the joint out of his mouth so he could speak more fully. âGreat crowd. Thatâs always a good time.â
âYeah. People have definitely missed you.â She mused.
âWeâve missed them.â
She giggled, a bit too much, perhaps. âYeah, mhm. Of course.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He brought the joint back to his lips.
âItâs justâŠ.you were really feeling yourself up there, werenât you? Itâs kinda hot, actually.â
He grinned mischievously, âno idea what youâre even talking about.â
She laughed, shaking her head. âI bet you donât.â Her hands took hold of his face, leaning down to kiss him, the taste of weed on his lips. âBet your hips do, though.â She whispered, sitting down on one of his thighs and reaching for another kiss, her hands wrapped around his neck this time. âYour handsâŠ.your shouldersâŠâ
His eyes stared into hers with desire, âIâm completely innocent. No clue what youâre on about.â He spoke softly.
âOh, yeah?â Her lips moved past his, down to his jawline, where she began to place a string of kisses. âLet me remind you, then.â Her lips ghosted over his skin as they slid down to his neck, kissing, licking his salty sweat, biting and sucking on his skin.
Mattyâs jaw fell slack, he quickly removed the remainder of his joint from his mouth, moaning as his eyes closed.
When she was satisfied that sheâd left, what would no doubt remain a visible hickey on his neck for days to come, her lips moved lower, and lower, gradually kissing down his chest, lingering at his tattoos every once in a while, grazing his nipples with her teeth until she felt his hips buck up, listening to him moan out her name desperately.
The remaining scent of his cologne mixed with smoke, sweat, and her desire for him was a heady cocktail. She needed him badly. As she kissed just under his belly button, Mattyâs waist was no longer touching the couch. He whined and gasped for her. âPlease- please, baby, oh- please?â
Silent, with a confident smile on her face, she unbuckled his belt, watching him relax at the slight relief of pressure that the loosened waistline of his pants had give him. She moved off of him, crouching down on the floor between his legs.
With considerable difficulty, Mattyâs eyes peer open. He made a vague unintelligible noise.
âWhat was that, honey?â She looked up at him.
âKnees. Your knees.â He mumbled.
She chuckled lightly. âDonât worry about that right now.â
Her hands effortlessly pulled down his pants, and then his underwear. But Matty was nothing if not stubborn. She watched him toss the end of the joint to the floor, and she instantly stepped on it to put it out while his extended arm reached for the other end of the couch, grabbing a throw pillow.
âFor your knees.â
She set the pillow underneath her, the instant difference that it made to her comfort warmed her heart. âThis is why you deserve what Iâm about to do for you.â She whispered before wrapped her hand around the base of his hardened cock, taking him in her mouth bit by bit.
Matty moaned, his head falling backwards. âOH- my.âŠfuckkkk.â
She couldnât help but smile around him. The filthy sounds sheâd coaxed out of him were a huge boost to her ego. Especially after a night like tonight when heâd strained his vocals performing for thousands of people. Listening to his muted, hoarse moaning and whining was better than a thousand songs.
His stomach muscles tightened, he bit his lower lip, swallowing a scream when he felt her tongue swirl around his sensitive tip. He reached his hand forth and stroked her cheek as she hollowed out her mouth sucking on him with a mission to push him to get louder and louder.
âFuckin Christ!â She felt his hand shake against her cheek, eventually falling away from her face as he went limp. âB-baby thatâs- p- per-fect. Oh! Angel, please- ummm. W-wait. C-could I-â though his own cries of pleasure interrupted him, the veins of his neck bulging as he strained against the couch, she knew what he was asking for, and she nodded.
âPlease- want- to feel you. Need it.â
She helped pull his condom out of his pocket and watched impatiently as he fiddled with, and opened the packet.
âReady?â She asked him, but she might as well have been asking herself. After all, this is the moment that had plagued her thoughts since heâd walked on to the stage nearly two hours ago.
He kept his hand in hers after helping her off the floor and onto his lap, squeezing his fingers around hers every time that he felt her clench around him.
âYou feel s-so good.â He whispered, kissing her forehead.
The burning desire that had emboldened her so far was now too overpowering. She was seconds away from falling apart, no longer able to think of just the right thing to say to drive him crazy, she chanted his name, over and over, as she rocked her hips into his, moaning and crying out when she felt him hit just the right spot.
âMatty, I- Iâm so-â
Silently, he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her. âThat feel good, my love? Do I make you feel so good?â
âMhmâŠ.Yeah.â She nodded, reaching desperately for his face, she kissed him with a little too much force, the slight edge to her touch, tipping him over.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum, honey. You close? You wanna cum for me?â
She nodded, planing her hands on the sides of his chest and thrusting into him to a persistent, unyielding rhythm. She began to moan and mumbled, but her body had already told him what her lips had failed to expressed. He knew what she meant to say. âGo on, my love, let go.â
Her release quickly brought about his own, feeling her cunt squeeze and gush around him was all he needed to bust. She felt his legs shake underneath her, his head buried in the cleavage of her chest as he moaned and repeatedly told her how much he loved her, the strong arms that held her tightly to him, loosening every so slightly as his body surrendered to pleasure.
They remained still, breathing together, their bodies resting against one another. His lips lazily kissing he skin, her fingers playing with his buzzed hair and scratching his head. A feeling that she knew relaxed him. She felt his smile spreading slowly against the skin of her chest, his lashes tickled her as his eyes closed.
âI love you.â He mumbled, sleepily. âI love you, so, so much.â
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[Spicy] You, Me, The Couch and Him (Dabi/F!Reader)
â summary: If that ratty old couch at the LOV headquarters could talk, you and Dabi would have a lot of explaining to do. Little did you know, you hadnât been as candid as you would have hoped. Leaving the door ajar was definitely a mistake⊠â rated: Mature â contains: Voyeurism (Spoiler: itâs Shigaraki), Rough Unprotected Sex, Intense Eye Contact Is Sexy, Praise, Breeding (if you squint), Denial Play, Impact Play, Slight Name-calling and Swearing ⥠(: â wc: [1.6K] (Ao3)
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Your breaths run ragged as your foreheads touch. Dabi fully leans into you â his blue eyes staring into yours â blown wide with a desire so intense it feels as if itâs setting your blood ablaze. The hunger he feels for you in this moment, for your body and entire being, is nothing short of overwhelming. With every roll of your hips â every push and pull of his hands on your ass â you groan in unison. Pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Itâs a slow, deliberate grind that has you weak in the knees. If you hadnât been straddling his lap on the old ratty couch in the LOV headquarters, youâre not sure you would have been able to hold on this long.Â
Dabi was rough at first. Slamming his cock into you like he had something to prove. Maybe he did. You didnât complain, though, eagerly screaming his name with each thrust like it was your goddamn job to do so. Your neck marked by his ravenous teeth. Thighs scratched and slapped raw. You held on, riding his cock until he was just as fucked stupid as you were. Which is how you ended up in this position, slowly grinding yourself down on his cock. His seed dripped down onto your bare thighs, staining the top of his pants where your cunt grinded against him. You were both exhausted â but not satisfied. Not even in the slightest. He was still hard â and you both wanted more.
Dabiâs hand was in your hair, keeping your head steady as he stared into your eyes. You just might buckle under his gaze â feeling his cock twitch whenever you moaned his name. Something about hearing you crave for him so unabashedly was driving him crazy.Â
âThatâs right, baby, just like that,â he groaned out, breath fanning against your lips. âFuck. Youâre makinâ me feel sâgood right nowâŠâ
Maybe it was the praise or the sublimely horny look he was giving you, but you doubled your efforts, gripping onto his shoulders for more leverage. Any moment now, one of the others could return from their missions â you needed to cum again, sooner rather than later. âAhâDabi ïżœïżœïżœâ you moaned out his name, feeling your heart race when his eyes rolled back at the sound of your desperate, groaning voice. âThe o-oh fuck me, the others,â you warned, seeing Dabiâs eyes flicker towards the door behind you, then right back to your blissful little face.Â
A wild grin spread across his features â like the very idea of getting caught turned him on even more. You wouldnât be surprised if it did and â judging by the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your abused thighs â you might be right.Â
âIf youâre still ââ Dabi groaned out, pounding up into you with renewed vigor â your cries of pleasure coaxing a prideful chuckle from his lips before he continued: ââ if youâre still thinking about other guys, then I havenât fucked you hard enough.â This was hardly the point you were trying to make, but the sensation of his girthy cock slamming against your cervix made it difficult to argue. His fingers curled around your chin, pinching your cheeks as he forced your gaze on him. Once again, you were met with those intense, lust-blown eyes. âJust look at me, just like that ââ he cooed, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and watching with adoration as you sucked it into your mouth. âThatâs my good fucking girl,â he said, shoving the digit up against you eager tongue as his hips pistoned in tandem with yours.
You looked so good riding his cock â too good to inform you that you had an audience. Dabiâs eyes landed on the door once more â it was ajar and he didnât need to be able to see beyond the darkness to know someone was watching. Who, he wondered, would make such an effort to conceal themselves to watch two people fuck on a ratty old sofa? It didnât matter, of course. Not really. Not when you were trying so hard to make him cum inside of you.Â
If they wanted a show â Dabi would give it to them.
âFuck â youâre gonna take my cum, yeah?â He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly so your biggest fan would be sure to catch on. Dabiâs hands came down hard on your thighs, sheathing himself within your cunt as far as he could go. âCâmon, answer me, baby â tell me you want it.â He needed this. You had to say it. Even as his previous loads clung to your glistening skin â the sound of your voice begging for more was addicting.Â
Your head drooped, coming to rest against his again as you whined at the lack of friction. His cock was pulsing â on the verge of releasing all of its seed and you craved it like a bitch in heat. Dabi could be so cruel, denying you at the very last moment. âPlease, Dabi â stop being a jerk ââ you whispered. Dabiâs flat palm smacked against you ass, making you jolt and arch your back. Your breath hitched. The stinging pain only served to make you writhe against him more, desperate to reach your peak.Â
âLouder. And be nice ââ Or else. You felt the hand on your ass heat up â not intensely, but enough to be a clear warning. Dabi wanted you to beg at the top of your lungs. For his sake, as well as to fuck with the person behind the door. The crack in the doorway widened just a smidge, like whomever was watching wanted a better view of the grand finale. Dabi spotted two fingers gingerly retreating from the opening â he recognized those crusty digits everywhere. Shigaraki. Oh, this was hilarious. He turned his attention back to you â drinking in the flushed look on your face as you stubbornly resisted his demands. He smacked you again â marveling at the borderline pornographic moan you let out in response. âCâmon, bitch. Tell me you want it. Scream it.â
You whined â a noise so gratifying, Dabi nearly lost himself then and there. You felt him shiver and tense up. It felt so good. You were barely holding it together, your inner walls flexing and contracting around his thick cock. Sensing you were hanging on by a thread â Dabi saw an opportunity. He bucked his hips â hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You gripped onto his shoulder and cried out, finally breaking. âFor fuckâs sake, Dabi â fuck me, cum in me, make me your goddamn bitch, please!â
âThatâs what I like to hear.â
Within the blink of an eye, you were on your back â the old sofa, groaning and creaking under Dabiâs erratic thrusts. His arms pinned you to the cushions â keeping you from sliding off as your body shook beneath him. You could feel his breath on your neck â teeth occasionally grazing against the already bruised skin. Every mark a reminder of who you belonged to. Dabiâs breathing deepened. As did yours. You were so close â licking one of your fingers and shoving it between your bodies to play with your clit. It didnât take much longer for you to finish. You spasmed, squeezing your thighs around Dabiâs hips â he cursed as your insides tightened around him.Â
âLook at the door,â he whispered and without thinking, you did â locking eyes with Shigaraki as he fucked you through your orgasm. You screamed â in shock or ecstasy â it didnât matter. Your voice shattering was enough to push Dabi over the edge. With a few deep thrusts, he buried his pulsing cock within your velvety walls â making sure to drain his balls in the deepest parts of you. Nothing quite like being watched to get his seed flowing. His teeth dug into your shoulder, muffling his satisfied moan against your skin and giving you one last parting gift.Â
Shigaraki watched your head bop back â satisfied and exhausted. The way your eyes looked when you came was burned into his memory â and the sound of your moans still had his cock standing at attention. He awkwardly hid it behind his hands as he opened the door completely.
âYou two need to stop fucking in public areas,â he complained half-heartedly, which made Dabi chuckle. You smacked him in the shoulder. He didnât even flinch.Â
Dabi leaned back, eyes drifting down as he pulled his cock from your insides. The sight of his cum sticking to your bodies was almost enough to reignite his desire. Thick, white gunk connecting the two of you forever. For now, though, he was satisfied enough to tap out. âWhat? You saying you didnât enjoy the show, crusty?â he said, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling you up into his lap. You felt like sinking through the floor â but Dabiâs confidence made the situation a little more bearable.
Shigarakiâs eyes narrowed, hands fumbling in front of his aching erection. âShut the hell up. Final warning â stop it, or Iâm disintegrating you and the couch. Itâs unsanitary.â
âNo, not the couch,â you protested sarcastically. âWe love this thing!â
Dabiâs eyes landed on Shigaraki but his lips found their home on your tender little neck, giving it a little nip. âCouldnât look away, could you, boss?â he asked, seeing the other man dissolve into a sputtering puddle in response.Â
âShut it, Dabi.â Was all Shigaraki could muster before storming off into his own private room. You heard the door slamming at the end of the hall. He no doubt had some urgent matters to attend to. You couldn't say you didn't find the thought hilarious.
âDid you know he was there this entire time?â you asked, nestling your back into Dabiâs chest. He hummed against your skin affirmatively, reaching his arms to coil around you. âYouâre an ass, you know thatâŠâ
âYeah I know, babe, itâs why we get along so well.â
True.
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the apple of my eye . . .
r âż o . . .
A big chunk of crystal-clear ice slowly melted into Rin's glass â distorting the image of a lady in red heels, sensing his gaze on her like a predator for tonight.
Some people may call it an obsession, but Rindou wasn't obsessed with you â he was reclaiming what his.
"It's been a while, cheater."
"Sugar, y'know it's not true."
He waved his hand, telling everyone to leave him alone as a group of girls at the corner caught your eyes â making Sanzu and his men have to drag them out by their hair when they wouldn't budge.
Rindou hooked his arm around your knees, pulling you close to him as you rested your head against his chest, taking the upper three buttons off as your freshly manicured nails made a trail along his tatted chest.
"Thirty-thousand for this? My baby is either dumb and got scammed or trying to squeeze my money off."
He wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss on your wrist as his eyes made contact with yours â trying to get an answer out of you.
Even though you moved out of his house, Rindou still let you have three of his cards to pamper yourself â each of them was for different occasions and as long as you didn't return them to him, he knew you were still his.
He believed you were playing around this whole time, still feeling upset when a stranger tried to make a move on him a year ago and he didn't brush her off.
You kept your lips tightly sewn, avoiding the older man's sharp eyes as his grip got tighter around your waist â pushing you to the limit as you straddled his hips, pressing your lips against his.
"You taste like alcohol, sugar."
"The guy I made out with is a heavy drinker."
Jealousy was a word Rindou never experienced before because he felt secure with your relationship with him â but your little game was his last straw and being nice to you was out of the topic now.
"Get on your knees now, whore."
He watched you climb off his lap, sitting in front of him like a good girl he taught you to be â feeling proud of himself for succeeding in molding you into his little doll.
Spreading his legs wide, you kept your hands close to you and unbuckled his belt with your mouth â taking it off slowly as you could see Rin was already getting impatient that his veins were visible around his neck and forehead.
Pushing down his boxer, you looked at his size in silence â always having many thoughts on how he would fit it inside you today when you knew that he would never give you time to adapt with it.
Shaking those thoughts off your head, you took his tip inside your mouth gently â feeling how heavy it was on your tongue, swirling it gently around his head before pushing it deeper into the back of your throat.
"Good girl."
He groaned, slipping his fingers between your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail â biting on his lower lip as your lipstick left a stain on his base (not that he was complaining though).
The combination of your tongue and moan was enough to drive him crazy, pushing him to his limit and giving him more high than any drug Sanzu could get for him â you were his only addiction and if you ran away again like before, Rindou might have to imprison you inside his expensive penthouse like what Mikey did to his wife.
One last buck against your mouth and he let out a thick string of cum filling up your mouth as you swallowed them without a complaint, looking at him with a pair of doe-like eyes that melted his heart the first time he met you.
"C'mere, sugar."
He took off your clothes and threw your expensive pair of underwear to the audience on the dance floor, watching them going wild and trying to grab one of the pair.
If there was something Rindou always enjoyed whenever he was with you, it was having people watching him pounding you hard â filling you up to the brim, making sure you kept everything to warm you up inside.
Rindou gripped your waist as he watched how you tried your best to fit it in as his tip was already making out with your cervix and yet, it was barely halfway inside.
"Need help? Here, lemme."
He placed both of your hands under your thighs spreading them open as he slammed his hips hard into your â a wide grin tugging on his lips, watching people taking pictures and videos of how your bare pussy was currently bullied by his thick cock.
Looking at him with red cheeks, you glanced at his hand and then your currently lonely clit â wanting him to pay it some attention as he let out a chuckle.
"You're really a whore, hm? Mine only, of course."
As if it was a threat, Rindou pinched your puffed up clit between his fingers â rubbing and rolling it with his hand as he could feel you were so close, wall pulsing and clenching on his cock, begging for it to fill you up, breed you and have every see you getting claimed by the one and only Haitani Rindou.
"I-I'm cummiâ"
As if it was a cue, your raw pussy finally gave up and covered Rin's table with your sweet nectar â giving him a little bit of taste how much you had missed his voice, his touch, his cock.
As Rin noticed how tired you were, he asked one of his men to bring in a blanket â covering your shivering body with it before telling the rest to kill everyone who watched him fucking you.
After all, you were the apple of his eyes â you were his only and belonged to no one but him.
#tokyo revenger#tokyo revenger smut#rin haitani#rindou haitani#rindou haitani smut#rin haitani smut#tw.voyeurism#tw.exhibitionism#tw.alcohol#tw.recording#tw.murder#tw.slut shaming
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Post headcanons abt Arthur and his first baby you coward, you fool. The audience arrived, we are here, yet you stay silent upon the stage.
(Just joking ofc, tho id give you a kidney if you gave us some hcs abt their early days <3)
I know it's not a headcanon, but I hope this will still be satisfactory. A moment between a new father and his first son, to whom Arthur wishes the world.
âYou coddle him,â came Rhysâ voice, blunt and teasing.
Arthur waved his brotherâs words away. They were meaningless like wayward flecks of spume against the broad side of a ship in the face of the treasure held tight to his chest. Sleepless nights, tears, and the terror of the unknowing life. He had watched his son like a hawk for years, and the boy now grew blessedly stronger. Each time little Alfred grabbed his finger, the babeâs grip was vicelike, and Arthur knew the little chubby squish of pain was worth all his toils.
Alfred burbled up at Arthur, seeing his fatherâs watchful eyes glimmer, a mostly toothless smile scrunching his small face with joy.
Heart squeezing and eyes wide, Arthur knew he would endure it all again as long as that babe was laughing. Hugging the heavy bundle tighter to his chest, Arthur bounced the boy gently as he fiddled with a pocket of his coat. Life was difficult when one-handed, but he hated putting Alfred down. The troubles a baby could get into with any degree of autonomy he did not wish to imagine, not after famine and disease and blood. Alfred seemed determined to bind the world with his gums if his father allowed him, in any case, and to grab it without hesitation. There were dangers on the floor that the boy approached fearlessly. That determination. It was a good thing to have, Arthur knew, but woeful for life still so seemingly fragile.
A faint jingle answering his seeking fingers told the man heâd found his quarry. Arthur whisked the trinket from his pocket in a closed fist, the toyâs chain hanging from between two fingers. The near-sterling silver rings tinkled prettily against one another as he shook his fist above Alfredâs head. Curiosity lit the deep skies held in his sonâs face like stars and Arthur couldnât keep the soft smile from turning the corners of his mouth, shaking the chain again. Skies and stars indeed, for he had never observed someone to watch the heavens so closely at such a young age. Silently he praised the boyâs curiosity; one day it might have its questions answered if Arthur had anything to say about it. He would give that lad the sky and the seas.
Short, squishy fingers reached up for the chain, seeking the noisemaker with excitement. Arthur raised it away from his babyâs reach and took delight in seeing him try again. So he played the cat-and-mouse, jerking the prize just inches from Alfredâs grasp when he waved his hands skyward. Alfred laughed uproariously each time the toy made its metallic clinking and at seeing the smile on his fatherâs face. Arthur opened his fingers to reveal the rest of the shining silver toy and raised it to his mouth. One end was a sweet little whistle, which he blew quietly in the face of the babe. A high, windy note spiraled out into the air between them and Alfred laughed again, his entire face bright and bold. It made the boy redouble his efforts.
Arthur finally acquiesced, lowering his hand enough for those ferocious fingers to grip the tiny silver rings and tug. Once more Alfredâs burgeoning strength shot a bolt of pride through the manâs chest. With reluctant fingers he allowed the toy to drop into his sonâs happy hands. Little curved talons, blunt by youth, curled around the moon-bright metal like a hunting bird content with its catch. The babe brought the whistle end to his soft mouth and immediately made to teethe on the silver. Tiny puffs of breath made the whistle sing and stutter, and Alfredâs eye glimmered happily, gazing up at Arthur as though heâd hung the heavens. Quickly he slobbered on the toy, but Arthur couldnât help but feel enraptured by his son, drool or not.
Having forgotten the watching eyes beside him, it was Rhysâ voice that broke his reverie. âYou ordered the coral, after all? No measure too small.â
Arthur blinked, looking up and away, then back to the toy in his sonâs burbling mouth. The opposite end of the whistle had a stub of red, red coral from lands far away, polished to a beautiful shine. It was worth it to him. Anything to keep winding spirits and the fey away from his boy who had already suffered enough. No measure too small.
âSomeday he will not need it, I hope.â
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*peeks into the ask box*
H-Hello đđ
Are the requests open? I forgot how to send requests since it's been so long.
If yes, I do have a request đđ
Soo, what if the Warlords have taken gaming as their profession when they live in the modern world? What if they are streaming while playing a game and MC walks in, giving him a hug and kiss on his cheek from behind and says "Food is ready", all the while not knowing they were on live stream. The live chat would be sending a lot of messages (nice, mean and funny) when the MC comes in, such as "Is that your girlfriend?", "Show her! Introduce her!", "She should be in streams too!", "I bet she plays better than you do!", etc.
What would the Warlords reaction to MC walking in during their important streaming and gaming time be? And how would they calm the chat down? Would they make time for MC by ending the stream? Or would they continue while being embarrassed?
......Such a long request. I'm sorry! I'll go back to hibernation now! Love you! đ
*runs away*
Hi Mai! I actually really like this request! Thank you for the request!
MC interrupts the warlords streaming.
Oda forces.
Nobunaga Oda.
Nobunaga wouldnât be too worried about the chat in his stream, he would only smirk and make sure they all know he is lucky to have you. There are two options for him which is continue playing while ignoring the questions, since he doesnât feel like answering any of them, or just end the stream and go spend time with you.
Nobunaga will naturally pick the second one, he had enough playing these modern games to entertain people.
Hideyoshi Toyotomi.
Hideyoshi will be smiling widely at the kiss and tell you he will be right there with you. He will scold anyone who makes mean comments but will gladly answer questions about your relationship, though he will be quick about because he wants to end the stream.
Ieyasu Tokugawa.
Ieyasu might be caught off guard, he wonât answer the chat for a while until he has calmed down. He will tell everyone in the chat to not annoy him with questions, as he didnât want to expose you to a whole public.
Ieyasu wonât be embarrassed, but he will be blushing because of the kiss.
Mitsuhide Akechi.
Mitsuhide will smirk and watch the chat go wild with amusement, he wonât seem that affected but in reality he is more than pleased to brag about having you as his partner. He will purposely ignore some questions and only give a few informations about you, before abruptly ending the live stream just cause chaos among his audience.
Mitsunari Ishida.
Mitsunari will happily smile and inform you he will be going to eat with you soon, he tries reading a few questions but gets overwhelmed at how fast the chat is going, so he easily gets lost and mixes up some questions. Still, he will prefer to end the live stream and deal with it later.
Masamune Date.
Masamune will proudly smile, specially when all the questions in the chat start popping up. He wonât answer any specific question, but will briefly tell the audience that you are his lover, the best there is. He will pull you slightly and give you a much deeper kiss without caring for the chat.
Keiji.
Keiji will be eager to end the stream then and there, but will get annoyed at some of the comments he receives in chat, he will still keep his playful facade, but will add a hint of sarcasm for every nasty or inconvenient comment he receives.
Ranmaru.
Ranmaru will get embarrassed and become a blushing mess, being teased by everyone in the chat. He will try calming down since he felt shy with everyone having watched you kiss him. Now he couldnât concentrate on the game he was previously playing. He will have to end the live, a bit flustered.
Uesugi-Takeda alliance.
Kenshin Uesugi.
Kenshin will smile and feel happy at the hug and kiss, but then he will remember that many people are watching it live. A frown will immediately form on his face and he will try to avoid answering any questions about you, not liking that others were now interested in you. He was jealous and wanted to protect you from the public. Kenshin decided to end the live stream, not wanting to deal with the public right now.
Shingen takeda.
Shingen will be full aware that many people are watching and wonât mind the kisses and hugs. He will even give you many kisses back just to flex to everyone that he has an angel as his lover. As for the questions? He will brag about how much of a goddess you are and that he adores you. Though he will ban any mean comments right away
Yukimura Sanada.
Yukimura will become as red as a tomato, telling you that he is streaming, though that would be too late. The chat would be teasing him for having a lover with his personality, though Yukimura wonât really take it to heart, he will just get a bit annoyed and ban some of the people being rude. He will continue to play a bit despite his red cheeks.
Yoshimoto Imagawa.
Yoshimoto will also be aware of the fact that everyone is watching and wonât mind, gracefully smiling at you and reading the many comments in the chat. He wonât really bother answering questions but he will make sure people know that you are his lover. The live stream will end with him leaving a lot of people curious and questions unanswered.
Sasuke.
While Sasuke has a monotone voice and a straight face all the time, a smile will naturally appear on his face at your kisses. The chat will be more surprised that someone was able to make Sasuke smile so naturally. He will answer only the most normal questions and ignore others. He will keep playing for a bit and change subjects eventually to distract his public.
Kanetsugu.
Kanetsugu was about to scold you to be careful, since a lot of people were watching and you might not want the public attention, but that was too late. He saw all the many questions in chat, instead he will scold anyone who makes too personal questions or weird ones. He will be torn between telling the public that you were his lover or try and preserve your privacy.
He eventually decides to briefly tell everyone you are his lover but that your privacy should be respected before ending the stream.
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I listened to the WBN Fireside on my way to work and there were two things Brennan said, one of which stood out to me as something I really agree with and one of which I really disagree with so I figured I'd make this post (the disagreement one) first and then the agreement one.
The latest episode of WBN had a scene that the characters were not present for nor viewing in any way. It was recorded without their knowledge, though they did listen to it when the episode came out, and on the Fireside Brennan said that such scenes should be used quite sparingly, given the nature of actual play, but (and I apologize, I haven't relistened and the transcripts aren't out) because the antagonists aren't present where the PCs are, it's useful at times to have a scene to keep them in the narrative for the audience.
I firmly disagree. I think that while it's true that actual play has a limited POV (if the characters don't see it, you don't see it), I have, in a lot of actual play fandom, never once seen a situation when it added to the story. Granted, WBN is ongoing, so I may eat my words here, but I am doubtful for a number of reasons.
Speaking as one small fraction of the audience, I am in possession of narrative object permanence. I do not in fact assume that when the PCs are in one part of the world, the rest of it grinds to a halt. In fact, something that skilled GMs do (including, frankly, Brennan himself most of the time) is quietly advance the plans of people who are offscreen. This is also not abnormal for the genre. Lord of the Rings has multiple POVs at different times, but never that of an antagonist; we learn of this through rumors, espionage, and Gandalf's retellings. Sprawling epics like A Song of Ice and Fire or the Stormlight Archives or the Wheel of Time make use of a wide range of third person limited viewpoints as well, not all aligned, but we don't see every move by every faction (and frankly, as a fan of that kind of book...I still think most of them could leave a bit more on the cutting room floor). Limited third person POV is not a weakness of Actual Play; I'd argue it is both a strength and a requirement. The story is driven by the player characters, and they cannot act on something they do not see.*
I'd also add that in this very specific situation, the audience saw the subject of the cutscene, The Man in Black, literally three episodes ago, which was a day ago in-game. He was brought up extensively in the discussion two episodes ago. If someone forgot? That's on them. We have not gone months and months without him making an appearance. I do think it's possible for villains to be poorly developed because they do not cross the paths of the characters enough (this is, as many of the people reading this likely know, a blog that loves to dunk on the cardboard-like nature of Otohan Thull's virtually nonexistent personality and motivations) but The Man in Black is sufficiently a banger of an antagonist as to not be so easily forgotten.
Finally, and this might just be me, but because I know how Actual Play and D&D work, I must admit the second I realized this was a no-PC cut scene I found it pretty hard to pay attention. In fact, it did the opposite of what was intended. Instead of eagerly awaiting news of how The Man in Black was waging war, filtered through whatever information Suvi, Eursulon, and Ame could obtain, I was zoning out while he talked. I think part of why I like Actual Play is that it usually leaves me, even with 4 hour episodes, wanting more. Cut scenes leave me wishing the cut scene hadn't happened.
*brief tangent: this doesn't, in my opinion, apply to the scenes in Downfall that the viewer sees but which weren't captured in the Occultus Thalamus. The story of Downfall is ultimately a story about the gods - they are the PCs - and the dramatic irony enhances the story-within-a-story aspect. It's important to the audience understanding of the gods to see the whole thing, and it's a valid choice that Bells Hells only see what occurred while the avatars were physically in Aeor. It does, however, apply to contemporaneous happenings in Worlds Beyond Number.
**This also doesn't apply to long DM monologues in the presence of players. The C3 solstice scene has been compared to a cut scene, but actually it's important that Bells Hells sees it. If one of the Wizard, Witch, or Wild One had managed to find a way to, even at a low level, scry or similarly learn of the Man in Black's doings? I wouldn't have minded it. I adore the Hakea vision scene. It's specifically that I'm in fact here to see what the characters see.
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âTill Death Do Us Part, Pt. 2 | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
summary: Leon disappeared on his wedding dayâuntil he was finally found.
contents & warnings: am cursed with fluff, assumed older Leon, assumed age gap (could be none though), mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of death, reader could be any gender, Leon behaving like an ass because he canât handle feelings, kisses, no mentions of y/n
authorâs note: I had no idea how it would end until it ended; proceed at your own risk.
all works in this blog are intended for 18+ audience
comments are appreciated <3
xoxo
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Leon spat blood and attempted to turn his head around, mildly squinting because of the palpable pain in the back of his skull. Shit, he grunted. Shit, shit, shit. The man cursed through the pain in his broken ribs and the soreness of the bruises that seemed to cover every inch of his body.
Who knew a quick work trip from New York to Washington, D.C., the day before your betrothal would be a nasty idea?
âYou knew, you overworked dumbass,â Leon muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, cracked and hoarse. Everything that happened to him was precisely what Kennedy should have expected after the mission brief that Hunnigan delivered last night.
While he was getting out from under the wreckage of the D.S.O. helicopter, you must have been worried sick, all glammed up and dressed in your beautiful wedding gown. You didnât let Leon take a peak at it before the ceremony, and now he regretted itâafter all, he has never been too superstitious; will he even make it home tonight? At this moment, the man had no presumption if the ceremony would happen. Right now, he ran thin against the chances of making it out alive from his trouble.
Leon quickly searched for other survivors of the incident, but he found only corpses instead. Again. That seemed to be his thingâto be the last man standing; however, this peculiarity of his character has never brought as much peace to Leon as others would like it to.
It could bring peace to you, though, as by the end of this night, you might still have a fiancé to marry if he gets lucky.
Leon took time to bandage his right leg with pieces of his shirt as it bled heavily, almost dripping onto the ground. If he loses too much blood, he will collapse right thereâand then you will haunt him in the afterlife, as you promised some time ago. Not that he didn't want to spend eternity with you, but it was way too soon for his liking.
Leon wasn't sure how long did it take to reach the highway, walking through the woodlands.
He passed out as soon as one of the cars slowed down next to him, answering the man's heavy gesturing from the roadside.
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Your phone rang in the middle of the night, but you were wide awake.
âYes, Ingrid?â you replied, audibly drenched and tired and lacking sleep for the past few days. Youâor anyoneâhaven't heard back from Leon in a week, and you started losing your mind. You didn't want to prepare yourself for the worst; you really didn't.
âHe's in a hospital in Delaware,â Hunnigan kept her tone professional, although it wasn't enough to hide her excitement. You covered your mouth with your hand, suddenly feeling dizzy. âHe's badly hurt but alive. I'll send a D.S.O. âcopter to pick you upâyou are his emergency contact, after all.â You could hear Ingrid smiling. âOver and out.â
Hunnigan has already hung upâand you still couldn't breathe.
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You rushed up the stairs to the second floor, not caring about using the slowest elevator on Earthâat least, that's how you perceived the hospitalâs one; for the past week waiting on Leon to get back home, you had no patience left.
He briefly flinched in a hospital bed when you burst into his ward. You were so mad at him beforeâand suddenly you weren't, looking at how he's devouring a local chocolate pudding, a spoon still in his mouth when his eyes trained on you.
You felt a wave of relief washing over your body, and you finally felt itâhe was alive. Despite all the odds, he came back to you.
âYou bastard,â you whined anyway, keeping a weird distance. You might have been afraid of squeezing him too hard so the numerous droppers he was connected to would fall off.
Leon finally took a spoon out from between his lips, the lower one visibly split after the accident.
âDo I know you?â he tilted his head, watching you. You blinked in silence; only Kennedyâs heart rate monitor was beeping, its frequency increasing. After what you both went through, did he actually come back to you?
You didn't have time to say a word when one of the nurses walked into the room. She was in her sixties, looking at you like a proud aunt would.
âOh, isn't it the lovely lady you've been telling me about,â she chirped, looking at Leon.
This was when you noticed a loving smirk growing on his face.
You took a deep breath, taking a step towards your dear fiancé.
âYou are so lucky that you were dying a good second ago, Kennedy,â you groaned when he caught your wrist, almost desperately kissing you after you were pulled closer. You had no idea where his strength for this movement was coming fromâbut you could still feel a taste of a hospital-provided chocolate pudding on his lips.
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#infinite darkness#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#vendetta leon kennedy#death island#death island leon kennedy#leon drabble#leon kennedy x you#leon s. kennedy#older leon kennedy#reader insert#resident evil x you#resident evil fanfiction#re#re4 remake#leon s kennedy#leon fluff#till death do us part#ingrid hunnigan#resident evil x reader
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having actually gone and watched A Balloon's Landing (2024), i think its most widely criticized point of being queerbait isn't entirely warranted (although not NOT understandable). while the first half of the movie definitely seems like it's building up to that in a lot of scenes, once you're through, it makes more sense why the leads' dynamic didn't turn into a more explicit, fully gay romance. one character really isn't in the headspace for that throughout the film, and due to a certain plot point with the other, there just doesn't end up being room for that kind of relationship. i do think there are some interactions between the characters they could've committed to regardless, but it's alright enough as is.
if you approach the film as a pre-slash story, it works quite well, and the ending very much leaves room for a properly romantic relationship to unfold afterward. i don't think whether or not the main relationship is queer is a question. to me it absolutely reads as such, terrance lau and fandy fan knew what they were doing with their performances and their chemistry is fantastic (even on very low rated reviews, i saw people leave stars for their acting). on that front, i have few notes.
but where the movie made a mistake, and where i think the queerbaiting accusations all come from, is that the film wasn't marketed as a pre-slash story. based on the trailer, posters, and promo stills, audiences were encouraged to believe the movie would focus on an explicitly gay BL relationship and its development. the fact that fandy fan is a known BL actor probably helped this. for audiences who went into the film expecting that kind of story, and then didn't get it, i understand why they would feel betrayed. there's a lot of good moments, but the leads don't kiss, and even though some scenes in the first part of the movie feel very much like a BL premise it all abandons that eventually.
and hey, it's not like fans can't make feasts out of a solid bromance dynamic. we know this. it's just that people were expecting more than bromance (especially from a taiwanese film), as opposed to just having those kinds of moments between characters be a treat, like we might in a mainland drama, and that's what was irritating.
A Balloon's Landing: queerbaiting it is not, but misleading it still is.
#rambling out thoughts idk if this makes sense but whatever i need to type it out#a balloon's landing#terrance lau#fandy fan#ashton originals
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Hi!!! May I ask jance 22 kiss please?â€ïž
hi anon! tysm for your ask, the prompt is in a rush of adrenaline. i've also posted this fic on ao3 here!
Nace stepping up next to Jan in Novi Val is inevitable. Theyâve messed around with each other a little throughout the gig, but theyâre conscious that theyâre being recorded and that they intend to release a concert film, so theyâve tried to tone it down. Itâs ridiculous, but Jan has missed glancing across to catch Naceâs eye and reel him in with a look alone, has missed sidling up to him and making a witty comment just to make him laugh. Now, though, with the end of the concert so near, Jan feels unable to think of anything funny to say. He just leans heavily into Nace, who wraps an arm round him and pulls him in tight. They take in the ocean of their audience together, the glittering of their phone torches lighting up the hall in rainbow colours, the towering tiers of fans above their heads.
âWe made it,â Nace says, barely audible over the roar of thousands of people singing their music. His voice sounds hoarse, as though he might cry, and Jan lets go of his guitar to slip his arm around Naceâs back in return. Sometimes he wishes he could stop playing for Novi Val, as Jure and Nace do, so he could stay pressed into Naceâs side like this for the whole song.
âWe did,â Jan agrees, and as touching as the moment is, heâs still running high on the adrenaline of the past hour on stage, and heâs smiling so widely at Nace that he must look deranged. He wants to pull Nace towards him and kiss him senseless. He leans up so that he can speak directly into Naceâs ear. âWeâre so lucky to have you.âÂ
Nace pulls him closer, his cheeks dimpling. âIâm so lucky to have you,â he answers. âHave I ever told you just how mesmerising you are when you play? And do you even know how gorgeous you look tonight?â
Jan canât help but blush, though Nace has said these words to him before. âDo you know how proud I am of you,â he counters, âfor what youâre wearing? Have you finally realised how hot you are?â
Nace just laughs, and Jan canât tear his eyes away. âEndless compliments tonight, huh?â he jokes.
âFor you, always.â
Theyâre interrupted by Jure on Naceâs other side, and heâs grinning at them too. He sings raucously at them both, throwing his hands in the air, before spinning off to face the other half of the audience, where Kris is standing. Nace remains at Janâs side for a while longer, but Jan soon has to resume playing and he reluctantly steps out of Naceâs embrace so as to be able to concentrate again.
When Novi Val ends, they rush backstage to change into their Eurovision outfits before they play Carpe Diem. Kiki takes Janâs guitar at the edge of the stage and Mark meets them at the bottom of the stairs with his camera in his hand. They only have a three minute clip prepared for the screen above the stage and Jan knows the crowd will get restless if they have to wait too long, but he doesnât care. As soon as he gets to the green room, he launches himself towards Nace, whoâs already taken off his shoes and half undone his trousers, and kisses him hard, despite the presence of their three bandmates and Mark. Nace staggers a few steps backwards but wraps his arms around Jan to bring him closer and kisses him fiercely back. Jan opens his mouth to Nace, desperately taking advantage of their few moments of peace. This kind of display in front of their bandmates is unusual, but Jan doesnât care. When the gig finishes, theyâll be immediately surrounded by all the crew and the staff in the arena, Mark will be filming, and theyâll have to go straight into a press conference and be professional. Even at the afterparty, there will be enough strangers and press present that theyâll have to be careful around each other, though Jan knows heâll be desperate to have Nace under his hands again.Â
Someone tugs on the back of Janâs shirt and says wryly, âcan you stop trying to eat each otherâs faces and actually get ready? Youâve only got two more minutes.â
Nace breaks the kiss reluctantly, but doesnât let go of Jan, whoâs still holding Naceâs face between his hands. Jan savours the weight of Naceâs arms around him for a few more moments, the sight of his flushed cheeks, the heaviness of his breathing, and then he tears himself away and begins to get changed.
âYouâve ruined a good shot we could have put in the concert film,â Mark chides Jan as he leans down to take off his shoes.Â
âWorth it,â Jan mutters under his breath, and Mark playfully swats at his arm in retaliation.
When their allotted time is up, Mark impatiently ushers them out of the green room though Bojanâs shirt is half unbuttoned and Nace is still shrugging on his jacket. Jan just has time to pull Nace in for one more bruising kiss before they head back on stage for the encore.
#joker out#nace jordan#jan peteh#jance#kiss prompts#mine#this was a difficult one to start and figure out how it would work but i really enjoyed it!#btw i am not posting these in order so if you've sent me an ask i will get to it just slowly haha#and feel free to ask for more đ„°
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