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minnielvr · 1 year ago

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"

"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"

"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.

hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.

"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.

"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"

"well then lets just not do it.."

"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.

"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered

"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.

"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow

"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.

"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him

"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.

"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.

"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.

"but i love the red. its so...you"

"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.

"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"

"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.

"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.

he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"

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you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.

"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him

"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.

"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?

"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.

"just for the record i don't care."

he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.

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hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.

you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"

"lets do it."

so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.

you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.

you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.

"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.

"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.

you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.

"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.

"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.

you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"

"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.

"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.

"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."

you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.

"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.

he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.

"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.

he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.

"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.

did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.

"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.

"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.

"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.

"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.

"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"

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20001541 · 10 months ago

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You know, in AFO's place, I would have really been very angry with Yoichi and felt betrayed, not wanting to justify any of the atrocities that AFO committed, but Yoichi only had the opportunity to live and be good because AFO did the dirty work for them to survive, All for one provided (in his view) everything to Yoichi and while Yoichi contributed nothing other than his presence, and when things are finally working out, and even after giving him a Quirk, he goes there and abandons you, and joins his enemies who would kill you if they had the chance, regardless of whether Yoichi was right or wrong, in AFO's position I would feel devastated and would be very angry, from AFO's perspective it looks like he spat on the plate he eat

I think it's ironic that as a child afo viewed yoichi as something that was weak and provided him with nothing, kept around solely because he viewed him as a possession. only for him to later spend the majority of his life chasing after his quirk as it was one of the few pieces left of him, he even kept his severed hand after he died. then he spends his last moments finally admitting that he needs yoichi.

and yeah I can see how afo would feel this way, but at the same time he kind of dug his own grave there. he treated and viewed yoichi as something he owned and while official english translation left it out, afo said his dream was for everyone in the world to exist for his sake just like yoichi does which just goes to show how he views yoichi as a person, just someone who lives for afo and afo alone. 😬

also remembering this panel from 408 where the left side is how yoichi was living with afo while the right is how he lived with kudou and bruce. just look how much better his living situation got once he was away from afo. and yoichi knows what afo has done for him "you kept me alive", he just wishes afo would stop treating people like expendable things. that's literally all he wants from afo, to stop hurting others for personal gain.

and afo just expected yoichi to just shut up and follow him as he's always had once he declared his dream, but yoichi just wasn't going to do that anymore lol. which resulted in the vault, and forced isolation for long periods of times is a form of psychological torture. fandom jokes about it a lot, but it's extremely screwed up what afo did just to get yoichi to join him.

but I believe afo truly did want to connect with yoichi on an interpersonal level, but he was unable to because of the way he grew up, learning only to get what he wants by force so he tried that with yoichi (forcing him to stay by his side and conform to his ideals, not wanting to let him go and try to be his own person, only what afo wanted him to be) and all it did was push yoichi further and further away. quite tragic really.

I think it says a lot in how yoichi was willing to run away with strangers that for all he knows could be planning to hurt him later on as a way to get to afo rather than stay with the brother he's known all his life. just shows how unbearable afo's controlling nature was. it's not easy to leave everything you've known behind, but he had to do it for his own sake. afo was only getting worse.

so yeah I don't think afo should've been surprised at the fact that yoichi refused to look back at him when he was running with the rebels in the sewers, too bad yoichi had to pay for afo's own jealousy with his life.

it's not like vestige yoichi takes joy in seeing afo being beaten, you can see him though the fight looking almost sad that it has to come to this. maybe in a different world they could've been happy.

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diviner-alva · 3 years ago

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I definitely feel the need to ramble about this. Seeing a few comments from yall, I decided to overanalyze their body language.

Kotallo of course is in awe but trying to remain stoic about it. He stumbles a little to find the proper word to describe what he's feeling, but I also like to think he is trying not to put her on a pedestal like everyone else bcs he knows she doesn't appreciate those compliments. You can only see how "inspired" he was with this when you talk to the others. Like I mentioned, they imply Kotallo talked to each of them individually, probably just so he could tell the story over and over again. So I hc he went straight to alva when he arrived at the base, one bcs she is alone in the arquive room, two bcs she would be just as excited as he is. Then he could have talked to Zo when she was alone or Erend over a game of strike (but Zo would likely hear the story since she's frequently in the common room with him).

Alva is supper excited which is why I wouldn't blame Kotallo if he told her the story at least twice. I think her excitement might be also coming from the way he told her (I mean you see how this man talk? "The visions show us the Ten flew on great metal machines with wings. And leapt into battle from the sky" THE THEATRICS OMG who wouldn't be awestruck listening to that) probably she would ask and ask again about more details and be amazed everytime she discovered something new to the tale.

Zo is done with it "Yes, yes, paralyzed Regalla's machines with lightning" "Lept into battle from her sunwing, we know..." *sighs*. Which reminds me of the dialogue you have with her after you defeat Asera with Erend (I'm sorry I don't remember the exact words my brain can only support the encyclopedia of all Kotaloy's conversations and I'm outta storage for anything else) she says "And he makes sure to tell your victory together at least twice a day" and yet she didn't seem bothered*** so I assume Kotallo would talk to them about Aloy and her sunwing more often for her to be this done.

And lastly Erend, idk about you guys, but I really see that he's a bit somber? Which doesn't check out, he should totally be excited about it, he admired aloy a lot so why this is his reaction? I found it a bit odd, so the first thing I thought is maybe he saw something in the way Kotallo talked about Aloy, we all know Erend was in the same place before, and we don't know for sure if he's outgrown the romantic feelings he has/had for her by now. Yet it confuses me why he would sound a little disappointed, by now he got to be used to other people being attracted to her. It seems he and Varl bonded after the Battle of the Alight, so I would suppose they might have talked about that over a drink since we see that Varl has moved on when he finally catches up to her in the beginning of Forbidden West. And he is no fool to let Avad go unnoticed after all his insisting proposals, and yet he's not discontent like this. So my line of thought go to Erend not noticing Kotallo's affection to Aloy before (bcs he stays most of the time alone in the game room so he can't see when he's talking to Aloy there, also he's very stoic and usually don't voice his thoughts. Erend could've noticed sooner, but they're very subtle and he had to be looking for something in order to find it) therefore, I assume he was took by surprise. Yet, WHY the disappointment if this was something that happened frequently? Which forces me to think he connected a few dots, what was different this time? I'm convinced Aloy is what's different, Kotallo was the first she didn't refuse help, she most frequently brings him up during conversations (at least 3 times with Erend) and she stares at him differently and quite often lingers, plus seems to enjoy herself a lot when he's around. There are more but it's hard to know what Erend was able to see from his pov, we have way more closure on this while playing with Aloy.

***Left this for last (contain post GEMINI spoilers) maybe Zo is a little tired bcs she sees Kotallo's admiration for Aloy, and maybe realizes that she admires him back, perhaps that makes her remember how her and Varl used to admire each other like that, idk.

Okay so hear me out. All of them say "Kotallo told me" instead of "Kotallo told us"

So I'm 99% convinced he kidnapped each of them to talk individually about Aloy flying and defeating Regalla. All of that only to have more reason to tell the story all over again.

#a very long post #needed to get this out of my system i'm sorry #think i should've done psychology major #i love analyzing body language and nuances in voice tones #guess its my emphatic talent #Zo's like #bring your boyfriend in the sunwing with you and get this over with already #hopefully she will in the next game zo #aloy #kotallo #kotaloy #erend #alva #zo #gaia gang #hfw #hfw spoilers #rambling

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killing-your-favorite-characters · 6 years ago

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Good news! I passed my math class.

Barely.

I got a D, but frankly I don’t really care. As long as I passed, I’m okay with it.

#thank Zeus himself that the final exam was multiple choice #so I could cheat a little bit and put the answers into the equations to see which ones worked #luckily next semester I'm doing some stuff that should be easy for me #and fun #one is composition II which should be easy because I got an A in composition I #and I really like writing so that shouldn't be a problem #I shouldn't have gotten an A in that class #literally all of the assignments for that class I do like two hours before they were due #music appreciation #to be honest I should've done art since I'm thinking of switching my major to graphic design #but I really like music #I even play the violin #the next is intro to psychology #because the guidance person said it was good #and the last was interpersonal communication #because the lady described the course to me #and my immediate thought was #yes #these are all things I need to learn #after that I need to make up my science credit #and then I can do whatever the heck I want #I think

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years ago

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Potential Writers that don't post their stuff cuz they lack confidence

don't

lack

confidence

I know it's not that simple but

HEAR ME OUT

Fanfic is a fanmade work that you're not getting paid to write and publish, ok? No one's paying you, you waste your own free time on it. And since no one's paying you to write fic, THEN YOUR FIC DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT

If it was an original book that you'd publish THEN SURE it must be perfect, but if it is fanfic, you gain absolutely nothing from it (except maybe psychological satisfaction cuz writing fics FEELS good) IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT (imma scream this way too many times).

Listen to me, people don't care about quality anymore. We're not in the 50s when you had to write esays that sound like fucking Shakespeare.

Oh? did you notice that 'esays' over there? Did you also notice that 'did' in the previous sentence where the 'd' should've been a capital 'D'?

I rushed to write and I made those mistakes, SO WHAT?! DID THE WORLD END? No, it didn't, cuz most of you didn't even notice it, and the rest of you don't even care.

That's what readers think about (the majority at least) when you make grammatical and vocabulary errors in your fic.

YES, PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT QUALITY. People don't know how to appreciate nor how to recognise quality. The standards have dropped DRAMATICALLY. They've dropped in music (most ppl think trap is music), arts (some dude stuck a banana on a wall with fucking ducktape and sold this for 3 million USD or sth), literature (50 shades of grey). The standards have dropped, you don't have to sound like Shakespeare anymore.

So yeah, go ahead and write your ideas. There's so much trash in the internet rn, no matter how bad you think your writing is, somebody has definitely already posted something worse out there.

And you're most likely a non-english native speaker, so what? I learned English writing fic. My first fic was so fucking badly written, but it still got around 1 million readers and is still getting more!

I know people who are English native speakers, but even they fuck up their own language (which btw is the easiest language in the world).

Oh??? So you're one of those ppl? WRITE, WRITE, WRITE. You'll never improve unless you practice, and you can't practice if you don't WRITE. How do you expect to sound like Tolkien if you don't work hard and practice by writing?

Start WRITING.

You may have the most amazing ideas in your brilliant head, but if you don't write them, and if you never post them, then no one will ever know about them. You have gifts to give to the world. Don't starve the world of what you have to offer.

Write, write, write. You have nothing to lose. Your confidence is ALREADY low, your self-esteem is ALREADY LOW, you literally have NOTHING to lose. Just write.

Afraid of being criticized? Lemme just remind you that whoever criticises you YOU'LL NEVER MEET THEM IN YOUR LIFE.

That's what's great about the internet, everybody you interact with online, you'll never, ever, ever meet them. So what if they tell you your writing sucks? You.don't.care. It's that simple. You write because it makes you feel good, now, because a few mfs don't like your writing, THEY DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT to tell you that your writing sucks and I will explain you why.

Do they pay you to write this fic????? No. Fanfiction is a free work. So, they have no right to have demands like "noooo you shouldn't have done this" or "BADLY WRITTEN, 0/1O" like FUCK OFF if you don't like it DON'T READ IT, MF

BUT, when you get critique like "that sentence needs a comma" or "you could've put this word here instead" THAT kind of critique is IMPORTANT.

DON'T GET OFFENDED when you get that kinda critique, ffs don't be a crybaby, you NEED to improve. Even if you are fucking Tolkien, you NEED to keep improving. Keep adding new words in your vocabulary and for the love of God, learn Grammar cuz English grammar is the easiest there is. Get.better. You can't stay stagnant.

If you don't get criticised by complete strangers, you'll never learn what you do wrong! If you give your mom, your friends, your bf/gf/x to read your fic, they're gonna tell you that it's great, it's amazing because they love you. But strangers show no mercy. They are brutally honest. They have absolutely nothing personal with you. They'll simply tell you what you do wrong. Let them point out your mistakes and better yourself accordingly.

That's what progress is. Do that, and in five years, you'll have improved so much, your confidence will be in the highest heights, and you're gonna look back at your first fics and you're gonna be like WHAT KINDA GREMLIN WROTE THIS lmao

If you don't try something, you'll never discover your potential.

So what if you fail completely to learn anything? Did the world end?

Try harder.

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kinnspocketporsche · 3 years ago

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thank you;

analysis for me is a double edged sword. frankly, it usually does me more harm than good.

so yeah - i can hardly believe i made this blog. i could analyze and overanalyze just about any show; as a lit major and a psychology major, i'm built for digging up meaning out of anything humans created. but i haven't bothered with that for years. it hasn't been worth my time or, more importantly, my very limited energy.

the thing about art is that there are always going to be patterns that those consuming it could pick up on, and the thing about analysis is that it's largely about finding patterns and putting some sense into them. it drives me up the wall when i notice patterns only to realize they were unintentional and that seeing them does nothing more than highlight inconsistencies and plot holes.

if a creator isn't at least somewhat intentional about the patterns they build, any significance given to those patterns means nothing.

i thought KinnPorsche would be the same as all the other unfulfilling shows i've watched. it's why i didn't make this blog until episode 9. i didn't expect it to pull me back into fandom discussions. i didn't expect it to drag analysis from my head to my fingers and into words on a screen. i didn't expect to end up feeling like a slightly different person than who i was when i started watching.

the thing about art is that it can change you when it's done well, when it's done right, when it's done with care. i can't say i've never felt it before - i've read enough literature for some of it to have touched me - but never to this degree.

i've talked to a couple of people about this, but one of the many things KinnPorsche gets so right is the way it expresses the experience of being an outsider. a lot of literature focuses on that, too, but sometimes you have to dig so deep just to get a glimpse - with KinnPorsche, it's everywhere. it's right at the surface. it's in your face. it's deep in the woodwork, too, and if you want to dig deeper, you can - you can see theme of characters in unfamiliar environments, you can see how abuse isolates a person, you can see how socioeconomic status can make certain relationships a luxury - but you can feel it even without analyzing any of that. it's a key part of what makes the show feel so inherently and honestly queer.

that sense of being an outsider is so intentional in this show i can taste it. i'd bet my life savings on it. that intention is so important to me. it's such a comfort. i can't articulate as well as i want, but it's why i've rewatched each episode more times than i could track and it's why i've spent hours writing out analysis posts and it's why my brain has latched on to these characters so firmly that it's physically hurting me to think about letting them go.

i love the creators of KinnPorsche for this, i really do. producers, directors, actors - literally anyone else who's been involved. i want to thank them for consistently demonstrating that the patterns i (and other fans) have picked up on have meaning. i want to thank them for seeing and showing how painful it is to live on the outside. i want to thank them for saying all that and going even a step further, to say very firmly that outsiders can be happy.

and i'm not a sappy person i swear it but i really do need to thank the other fans. i am sorry to anyone who messaged me or reached out and got an awkward response, i probably should've warned y'all that i am bone tired of overthinking my words into being something perceived as normal. i didn't come here planning to find community but i got it anyway and i am so grateful. no matter how many times we messaged, if you sent me one DM or 10, if we interacted through tags or anonymous asks or reblog responses or likes or anything else - being here has made me happy because of you. thank you to every follower and every fanfic writer and to all of my fellow meta writers who have set the bar higher than i thought was possible. i have truly enjoyed being here.

i've enjoyed it so much that i am genuinely going to be devastated when it ends. i hope to stick around after and i hope that others will as well, for more KPTS talks, for fanfiction maybe, for discussions about other shows and art, but there's a chance i'll be silent for a period of time after this episode - the last episode - airs. i'm feeling things more strongly than i should, i know i am, but somehow i don't think i'm alone in this emotion that is almost like grief.

so i'll end on this note: please, everyone take care of yourselves today and this week and so on. drink water - i mean it! - eat at regular times and try to get some sleep. don't isolate and if you absolutely can't avoid it, don't do it for too long. my inbox and DMs will, as always, be open. send me questions, hug requests, all-caps screaming if you want.

see y'all on the flip-side ✌️

— winnie

#winnie's words #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #kpts ep 14 #kinnporsche episode 14 #kp ep 14 #this show just means something to me 🤷‍♂️#kp cast #kinnporsche cast #kpts cast

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ggomomomo · 2 years ago

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Zero Percent on Rotten Potatoes

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Felix Week 2022 Day 5 (Cookie Version) | Movie Night

AO3 | Masterlist

[thank you so much to the wonderful people from the Felinette discord who gave ideas for the Disney movies <3] also, there are spoilers for Knives Out

He didn't know how long he'd be able to stomach it. Goosebumps were dotting along his skin and his heart wildly raced. Despite all of that, he couldn't bring himself to look away from the screen.

"Félix?"

He almost yelped out loud when he felt a hand touch him. Thankfully, he was able to bite back a high-pitched scream and only jolt in place. He turned to meet a pair of bright eyes belonging to one Marinette Dupain-Cheng. "Are you okay?" she asked.

A strained smile tugged on his lips. "Yes."

Of course that didn't convince her. She pressed a key on the laptop to pause the movie before flipping the lights on. Tension left Félix's body in an instant. "You should've told me," she said grimly. "You're scared of horror movies."

"Am not," he quickly retorted.

"Don't lie to me. You do."

He was scared. But she had been so excited to watch the movie with him, staring unflinchingly at the same scenes that took the life out of him. All the while she gave her own witty remarks about other ways the protagonists could've handled the situation.

Marinette took his hand in hers. He hadn't realized it had balled into a tight fist. "You should've told me," she soothed. "I wouldn't have played the movie."

"It's alright. I shouldn't have been uncomfortable." He pried the sheets from his legs to lend her more warmth. "It's only a movie."

"And that movie was scaring you." Her face scrunched up into a frown. "It doesn't matter if I want to watch. This night is supposed to be for the both of us."

Félix opened his mouth to protest but her lips caught his first, for a brief moment. "What about you pick a new one? Anything you like."

If he didn't want to restrain himself, he'd choose a crime documentary without blinking. But he considered that she wouldn't like that, so he browsed through the catalog of movies to find something they'd both like. "It's a two point five," he said while scanning over the titles.

"Two point five?" Amusement laced her tone. "Out of what?"

"Ten. The plot is unique for a horror movie, but the characters fall into the pattern of the usual tropes. Also, it has the potential for a psychological thrill but the directors chose to scatter random jump-scares and gore into it."

She hummed, mulling over his words. "Two for me."

"Why two?"

"It scared you."

He snorted softly, but felt warmth hugging his chest. He leaned back on the pillows again to hold her after he clicked 'play' on the next movie.

When he came to think of it, he didn't know why he chose that movie. Perhaps it was because the synopsis made it sound sweet and simple, and a romantic comedy seemed befitting for a date night. As the movie progressed, he had nothing but disinterest and the same was evident in Marinette's poker face.

He knew there were romance movies out there that were done right. But the majority was always done wrong or wasn't his cup of tea. For him, the romance genre was supposed to make you feel. Get your emotions invested, coax out tears, make your thoughts stray to a special someone or have you wistfully longing for a relationship. The movie they watched barely ticked any boxes.

He nuzzled the side of her head. "Not good?"

Her expression soured. "Eck. Five out of ten. Only because I have a soft spot for rom-coms."

"One out of ten." He smiled. "We should be professional movie critics by now."

"We'll call our ratings Rotten Potatoes."

"Rotten Potatoes?" Félix said. "Why potatoes?"

Marinette shrugged. "Potatoes sound nice. And I have a craving for fries right now."

"You could've mentioned it earlier and I would've gotten you some."

She chuckled. "Nah, it's okay. Now, back to our critique!"

Félix looked back distastefully at the couple on the screen. "They shouldn't be able to fall in love so easily. Especially after a one night stand."

"I mean, that's pretty much the selling point of these kinds of movies," she said, "Two strangers experience a series of events that bring them closer, and then they have unbearable sexual tension, and then they kiss, and then it's happily ever after. That's so far from reality."

He nodded in agreement. "I think some ways these movies are framed leads to terrible expectations in romance. And based on where this is going, it looks like they're both going to be homeless at the end of the movie."

She laughed. "I guess that's the 'realistic' part."

After completely abandoning the cheesy romance movie, they moved on to a genre they both agreed on: mystery. Unfortunately, they hadn't foreseen themselves yawning towards the middle of the movie, having already figured out the true culprit.

"They handle the flow really well." Marinette stretched her arms. "But, like, it's pretty obvious who's innocent and who's not."

"It's essentially the old man who did himself in," Félix said. "Chance and circumstances made things go downhill. If they had waited for medical help, the death wouldn't have occurred."

"But it's still the son's fault." She wrinkled her nose. "He attempted a murder and then actually committed one."

Félix found mysteries entertaining. Even with overused tropes and personalities, a good mystery always bore a creative masterpiece on the 'how's and 'why's. Plus a few twists and turns that made his eyebrows raise with intrigue. But sometimes he wished he wasn't able to piece it all together too quickly. "I would've enjoyed it better in book form," he thought out loud.

"I guess, but you'd solve the mystery halfway through all the same," said Marinette.

"Not if all the clues haven't been revealed yet."

"That's true. It was a 'meh' movie though. Rating?"

"Six."

"Oooh, I'd give it an eight at least."

Marinette's fingers glided over the mouse pad, in search of another movie to nitpick. She stopped on one that was clearly on the explicit side.

"Let's watch this." She grinned wildly.

"Ma—Marinette no."

"Marinette, yes."

"It's time to settle this once and for all." Marinette put on a game face as she crossed her legs and shifted on the bed to face him. He noticed her toes wiggling under fuzzy socks.

"Umm, we haven't been 'settling' anything." He raised an eyebrow.

"No, we will!" She declared. "We shall decide . . . what is the best Disney movie ever?"

Félix blinked a few times. That topic certainly hadn't come up before and yet she seemed set on discussing it. "What gives you the assumption that I've watched enough to choose a 'best'?"

She narrowed her eyes. "No, don't tell me you haven't." She leaned closer to scrutinize him. "I know you have. You've watched a lot."

A faint heat crept up on his neck as he automatically recounted the movies he had watched, his specific insights on them, and the melodies in the songs. Not once did he mention being a fanatic to Marinette. But she saw through him. She always did.

"Don't be shy, Fe," she encouraged with a hint of teasing. "What's your favorite?"

He averted his gaze before mumbling, "Robin Hood."

"What was what?"

He repeated louder, cheeks aflame. "Robin Hood."

"So thievery."

"Borrowing," he corrected.

"Compulsive borrowing." Marinette put a finger to her lip. "It's an underrated choice. What makes it your favorite?"

"Well, there's the depiction of usurping a greedy and corrupt government headed by fools; the imagery of the injustice that's also prominent in real life; and the emphasis on cleverness and benevolence that rules above all," he explained. "Not to mention, the . . . the songs."

She listened excitedly. "Did it inspire you to learn sleight of hand?"

"Not really, but I got into a phase with archery."

"That's so cute!" She cooed, eyes shining brightly. "I have to get pictures from your mom."

He resisted a groan.

"You should totally cosplay at Haru's next party! I'll make an outfit for you!"

"Only if you're my Maid Marian." He held her to him to keep her from falling out of bed because of the excess energy.

"Deal." She looked up at him.

"I also like The Aristocats," he added, remembering the other movie he always watched with his family. One time, Cosette and Zee had also persuaded him to sit in with them to watch—he had to try his best to hide the fact that he had seen it more times than he could count.

"The Aristocats? Why?"

"It's about cats. What more can I say?" Each time he watched, he'd think about how cute the kittens were or how tasty crème de la crème à la Edgar looked on screen.

"Fair point." Marinette went back to leaning on her pillow. "Your favorites are worthy, but I still think Tangled is the best."

"Why do you think so?"

"I can go on and on about it! Their chemistry, Rapunzel's feistiness, the song numbers, the lantern scene, the humor!" She rambled. "Also the art and animation! It deserves to be in a museum, honestly."

"Well, I won't be backing down in any debate about Disney movies," Félix said. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "But this will probably take us hours, so I suggest we watch the two movies."

She pouted. "Fine, I concur. We'll do this another day, and I'm bringing Sib on my side."

They curled up against each other again, watching Robin Hood first and then Tangled afterwards (no, he was not softly humming along to the songs throughout the movie). Félix found himself enjoying Marinette's little comments, how she'd point out certain details even he hadn't spotted before. In return, he'd point out his favorite scenes, briefly reminiscing about his childhood.

It was dawn when they finished. Marinette fell asleep first, head resting on his shoulder. He put the laptop away, tucked them both into bed, and welcomed sleep while cuddling his precious movie-watching partner.

#movie night!#we're in day 5 #oh how fast time is #felix week 2022 #felix week #felix pv #felix month #felinette #marinette dupain cheng #established relationship

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bi-kisses · 3 years ago

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I doubt you'll publish this (or you'll probably cut it again), since you publish only what supports your views and are not shy of manipulating information, but I still felt like clarifying a couple of things and answering your friends.

First of all, I didn't talk about my personal experiences, but the ones of people I knew. I really wish you were right and such things were just minor bad exceptions, "kink done wrong", but here we are.

"There are people who do bad things and call it "kink". You are saying that this makes ALL OF KINK BAD. You continually say that all of bdsm is used as an excuse for treatment of psychological problems, which again, I said "yeah that does happen and IS BAD and a LARGE PORTION of the kink community IS AGAINST THAT"

At first you were saying that this is "just some few bad exceptions and kink community already takes care of it". I wonder what has changed in a couple of days.

Also, adding my experience to your "shortcut"? Really? I guess it's good that more people will know about such stuff and probably someone will be spared of ending up in my situation. Although I think you should've stressed harder how not okay it is, right now it reads unclearly. I hope no one takes it as an instruction.

"Really Wonder what's anon's answer for people who gets off of someone's fear, vulnerabilities, pain or discomfort or by controlling their lives. "That's not good" is not really an answer. It's not like you can change it."

Yes, it's not like I or anyone can change them, but they totally can keep their urges to themselves and not hurt and violate others. All these talks on consent in kink very conveniently ignore coercion, emotional blackmailing ("I need this, if you love me you'll agree, it's not a big deal!" or "This is the only way I can have sex, you are basically raping me if you want something else" or "I'll leave you if you do not consent to this, so it's entirely your choice"), consent under duress. Also, that doesn't mean people should shut up and stop spreading information. The potential victims have the right to know what's going on under the abovementioned or "oh come on, it's just a cool normal thing, even Cosmo has articles on it, you just need to broaden your boundaries and you'll like it".

"As a bonus: Are you LGBT or otherwise an ally, anon? Because remember, LGBT people are killed in the streets for being “sexually deviant”. You would think we as a society would realize that demonizing people for sexual deviancy is bad now, but alas, we’re fucking stupid."

@shrimpmandan if your friend didn't cut off my first ask, you would know I'm a lesbian. Also, I'm from a country where not only the society is very homophobic, but also the government currently works against LGBT. So yeah, tell me about this lmao.

There's a difference between normalising being into people of your own sex and normalising stuff based on traumatic experiences and abuse which is used for more hurt and abuse.

Can't believe you are still sending me the same thing over and over and over and over

I think you are mistaking my wording of "it happens a lot" to meaning "not an exception to kink as a whole", which both can and do coexist.

You are still:

1) entirely ignoring the actual science causing people to act this way and enjoy kink

2) equating all kink with abusive behaviour

3) equating the enjoyment of kink with maladaptive trauma responses

4) pretending that kink is only a facade used for harm and not something that is safely enjoyed in the vast majority of practitioners

How does it read unclearly in my shortcut when I explicitly state something is bad? Is it because I said that kink isn't mental derangement and therefore I'm not being explicit in the way you want me to be?

I never EVER said people should "shut up and stop spreading information", I'm saying the exact opposite, where those experiences are important teaching tools for red flags and helping people out! I just also think those experiences aren't "anti kink" any more than teaching scuba diving safety is "anti diving".

I cut your asks because to be honest I've had near identical conversations over the past five years on this blog with equally unreasonable and overall blinded by bias individuals. I don't care about explaining every single bad experience anyone has ever had with anything doesn't somehow mean that thing is only ever bad and should be abolished. I shouldn't need to. But you're persistent and now the context of your multitude of asks is relevant, so here they are:

If you don't want your ask that you sent me on anon, forcing me to answer it publically if at all, to remain public through the other medium in which I respond to arguments, you're free to say so and I will remove it.

Perhaps DM me instead of repeating the same non arguments in lengthy posts I can't adequately summarize and are repetitive. I thought you'd get bored by now. I know I am.

#anonymous #kink discourse #long post #unending discourse

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asexual-means-no-attraction · 3 years ago

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How do you think, if someone is uncomfortable with all things transgender, should they force themselves to engage with such stuff and like it?

This is gonna be pretty long so I'm putting it under the cut.

Anon continued their ask:

I probably should've explained a bit, I'm sorry if this is rude or insensitive. To me, transgenderism (sorry, I don't know a better word) looks like an extreme form of self-harm. I'm not the most educated, of course, but it looks like cutting off healthy parts of the body, constructing new ones which don't work and often bring serious health problems to the table, hormones also seem to wreck one's body and make a person dependant on them for years, there are articles on long-term harm done by puberty blockers. And I can't understand, why people who are obsessed with losing weight are advised to accept their body and psychological therapy, but if you say anything about therapy around a gender question, they will say you are pro-conversion therapy. But it's sex change that is used in some countries as conversion therapy for gay people. People obsessed with losing weight also say things like "it's not my real body, my real body us hidden under these layers of fat". I just don't understand, although I wish I did, and I wish I was wrong, because otherwise if I'm right, it's really sad that self-harm gets so much approved by the society.

Answer:

-Trans people deal with gender dysphoria. People with body image issues and eating disorders usually deal with body dysmorphia. The way to treat these are very very different. Even when it comes to eating disorders and shit the solution isn't just "learn to love yourself as you are." There is a lot of therapy and various things that can help the person feel more in control while they work on feeling worthy of love and support as they are, as well as learning how to love themselves as they are.

-However, when it comes to gender dysphoria, transitioning is the only solution (not necessarily medical). You do get people who think they're trans when they're not. And for them, medically transitioning can and often will cause irreversible damage mentally and physically. That's why you need to talk to a therapist before medically transitioning. To make sure you're confident that you're trans.

-Trans people will often do a social transition BEFORE they do anything medical (if they medically transition at all). This includes: hairstyle changes, outfit changes, getting people to call you by your actual gender and a new name, etc. Things that don't require any sort of medical intervention. This is a really good way to gauge if you're actually trans or if you're just gender non conforming.

-Medically transitioning is a BIG deal. Like you said, it is completely changing your body. It's not something that should be decided on a whim. And it's done in close consultation with doctors to make sure it's still safe. I have to see a doctor every so often and get blood work done just for my hormones to make sure everything is within safe levels. It took a few appointments before I got top surgery scheduled to make sure that I understood exactly how the operation goes, what it mean, am ok that it's irreversible, and am positive I want to go through with it.

-The alternative to medically transitioning is a lot of mental issues. Before transitioning-- even just social transitioning-- I had major issues with disassociation, depersonalizing, depression, and identifying emotions. This is due to the fact that every time I looked in the mirror, saw my closet, was referred to as "she" or my deadname, it was hard to accept that was me. Something was wrong and I didn't know what. My first thought was not that I was trans. I thought I just had body image issues, so I worked on solutions based on that. They didn't do anything but make me feel worse. I explored the idea of being trans by pure chance. I participated in a drag show fund raiser at my university as a drag king and for the first time actually felt like myself. It took a bit to figure out if I just liked drag or if I was trans. But after socially transitioning I was confident that ya, I am trans. That's when I started exploring medically transitioning-- talking a lot about it with my therapist, friends, and family.

Had I not socially or medically transitioned, I don't think I would be nearly as ok as I am now. I am much more comfortable in my body, a lot more aware of my emotions, and I disassociate a lot less. There are some trans people who have committed suicide because they couldn't transition. There are some with other mental health issues that have developed due to untreated gender dysphoria. Medically transitioning is a big deal, and it's not to be treated lightly. But for actual trans people it's not self harm, it's helping them gain back their sense of self. And help them live as their real selves.

-Someone with body image issues saying "the real me is under a buncha fat" isn't the same as a trans person explaining that they aren't their birth gender. They have different issues going on and thus the treatments are going to be different even if the explanations sound similar.

-social media has created a subgroup of people who idolize self harm. There is some really bad parts of Tumblr and other apps where people glamorize it. And ya, it sucks how much it's been normalized in general. It's something that I am glad is being talked about, I just wish it was being talked about as something that requires support and attention, not something to think is neat.

-For the first part of your ask, about avoiding or not avoiding trans topics. I think doing proper research and listening to trans people's stories is a good thing. It's good to get out of your comfort zone. But I don't think you should force yourself to engage with topics that make you too uncomfortable. Especially online. You should be enjoying your online experience, and if you're not, you need to change how you're interacting with the internet. So long as you treat everyone (trans or not) with respect and don't misgender them then there isn't really a big issue. Just being a decent human being and seeing people as they are is really all I think people really want.

-Not proof reading this, so if there are any errors, f it.

#ask #answered #lgbt discourse #long post #hope that helps #kinda still asleep so who knows #lol

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shoezuki · 4 years ago

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there's a difference between actual concerning manipulation and abuse / withholding information and truth (While withholding info is , in a form, mild manipulation, majority of the time, it's not at a concerning degree on a whole at least. Although the consequences of doing so is another matter).

It'd be hypocritical if someone said "I've never withheld information from someone before because I didn't trust them / was concerned it would bring harm to me / them".

Or "I've never hidden my true intentions to get information / find out something about someone / myself".

These were all so commonly used during war time by so many generals. Withhold information from the opposing side. Tweak the truth a little to cause discord. Lie to get information.

(and in my point and case, c!Techno was being hunted by the Butcher Army, even after dealing with them, he'd be wary. And if he entered another conflict with them without updated information on his opponents, that's just a bad move. The entire DSMP tend to be at war, is it not?)

It's possibly used, even now in political warfare and whatever the heck companies are doing against their opponents in the market. It's used commonly in daily lives against strangers and even loved ones.

Heavy, concerning manipulation and abuse on the other hand is absolutely not normal (but you hear about it everywhere it becomes old news / normal and that is frankly very concerning). Whether people do it unintentionally or not.

What c!Dream did to c!Tommy, that's a hard on manipulation and psychological abuse and I don't think I need to point out why.

What c!Techno did to c!Tommy, a use of c!Tommy to get into L'Manberg to get information and retrieve his weapons. It's not very far from c!Tommy only really thinking about c!Techno when he needs help in sticky situations.

But at the end of the day (in terms of while teaming with c!Techno), he didn't really receive any harm in that time period. Sure, it was difficult, but he actually had someone who wasn't entirely made up of the word asshole.

c!Techno tried his best to calm c!Tommy down. He offered shelter, food and supplies. He let c!Tommy chug his golden apples and take things from his chests. In the end, c!Techno even trusted c!Tommy enough to reveal his true intentions.

And while I don't really like the fact that c!Techno did omit certain truths and such, it's understandable to a point, and it makes sense for him to do so. Honestly, if it were any person in his shoes, they probably would've done it too. Legit, if you tell me you would openly reveal your secrets and intentions to someone who has put you in harm's way, well, I wonder why.

^^^

That's as much as I can say. I'm sorry if any of the things I typed probably came off the wrong way / that I should've phrased better.

I have no intentions of excusing manipulation and abuse, especially if it brings harm, even if it's a mild form (this only applies to manipulation and absolutely does not apply to abuse, just to clarify. Abuse is abuse.)

I just want to say as a final that, manipulation can be used for good, bad or with morally grey intentions, imo. Abuse on the other hand, cannot.

Have a nice day :D

YOURE RIGHT UR RIGHT ANON IM 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years ago

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Happy early birthday to my twin @panthergoddessbast! Always remember that I love you immensely! 😘

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VI. THREE-HEADED MONSTER

The sexual tension on the ride back to O'Shea's house was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Erik could feel the way her eyes bore into the side of his face, her stare unrelenting. She wanted more, but he still didn't think she deserved it. She was gonna have to work for the dick, no matter how many times her hand brushed against his hardening third leg.

"What are you doing, Ms. Powell?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I was a good girl at dinner. I think I deserve a treat."

"You got one in the bathroom, don't be greedy Princess." This made Shea pout, but she was determined to make him break.

"Please Daddy?" she tried again, sliding her perfectly manicured coffin nail up his thigh.

"O'Shea, I said no," he scolded firmly causing her to recoil slightly.

"No?" she inquired, her eyebrow raised in confusion. Being the spoiled Daddy's girl she was, no wasn't a word she was used to hearing. Erik noticed her change in demeanor and decided to exploit the situation.

"Yes, I said no, Bianca. Any other questions?" She huffed loudly, turning her body back to face the windshield.

"First of all, I'm an adult and you will address me as such. You're going to give in eventually. That tent in ya pants will need to be handled somehow."

"I have Skylar for that," he added just to antagonize her further.

"Nice try, but Skylar is a lesbian."

"Skylar is just like you, she doesn't give a fuck who eats her pussy, I'm just the only man she lets do it," he replied with a shit-eating grin. O'Shea remained silent the rest of the ride to her place, not even bothering to give him a look back as she walked up to her door and into the house. He couldn't exactly explain why, but he loved getting her riled up the way he had. He loved seeing the fire in her eyes when she was angry at him. It made his dick even harder and the dormant beast within him began to come to life.

Let me have a taste, the beast growled.

"Soon, big fella. Soon," he told himself. Little did O'Shea know he had his own Bennie, and Killmonger was an expert brat tamer.

"Why in the fuck would you tell her that? She should've punched your ass," Skylar fussed from her seat behind Erik's desk. She was on the computer, her long nails tittering away on the keyboard as she worked on an informative pamphlet for her own clients.

"The three major components of the cognitive-behavioral approach are: (a) replacement of sexual anxiety with sexual comfort; (b) adopting positive sexual attitudes and learning sexual skills; and (c) a program of individually designed sexual exercises to be done between therapy sessions. The goal of this therapy is to develop a comfortable, functional, and satisfying sexual style... How does that sound," she asked aloud.

"Like you copied and pasted it from a generic article but it serves its purpose and describes what we do. I might just change the name of the practice to mine and steal your pamphlets."

"I don't think so," Skylar mumbled printing multiple pamphlets before ejecting her drive.

"You couldn't do that in your office?" Erik teased watching her lips purse in indignation.

"I could've but I was already here," she replied, taking a sip from her caramel macchiato. "So how are things going with you and Shea?"

"Oh the usual, however, I think we're making progress with her attitude. She's starting to learn that acting out and misbehaving gets her nothing but blue balls."

"I don't think women can get blue balls, but go off I guess."

"Shut up you know what I meant, nigga," he replied, blowing the wrapper of his straw in her direction. The pair shared a laugh before Erik grabbed his leather notebook from the desk drawer.

"I need help coming up with the next method I want to try with her. She's the ideal candidate for experimental therapies. We can really take this thing as far as it goes with her. Hypnotherapy was successful, I've taken thorough notes on that session after watching the footage a few times. And the toy. The toy did exactly what it was designed to do. However, it's not just toys and hypnotism. I've found that engaging her in non-sexual ways are just as effective to bring out her little personalities.

"Oh, so you met them already." Sky leaned forward interested in where the conversation was headed.

"I've tapped into her Little behavior and experimented with some of her kinks. Buttercup is the Little and she appears whenever she feels that I'm upset with her. There are layers to that psychologically that I'd like to examine."

"Hmm," Skylar nodded intrigued.

"Bianca is the brat you and I are used to."

"Too used to it." Skylar's eyes roll.

"She's obviously triggered by the word 'No' and tends to act out when she doesn't get her way. She's also fairly easy to contain... Bennie-"

"You don't need to tell me about Bennie, I work in a sex shop. Bennie comes to work every day."

"I'm kinda stuck now... I have all of this leeway yet I can't decide which method to use next. When I look at her I see endless possibilities. Since you know her, what do you suggest?"

"How about you do some type of exercise in which you bring all of her little personalities to the surface? Get her high."

"Seriously? That's it?"

"Yeah. You'd be amazed at what you'll learn from her when she's under the influence." Erik rubbed his chin as he pondered the thought.

"But you know how I get when I'm high, Sky," he said, sending a sly grin her way.

"Boy get your slick ass away from me. Save the bedroom eyes for O'Shea, thanks."

"On some serious shit though, how do I go about asking her to the crib? That violates all types of rules and crosses all types of barriers."

"Well technically it doesn't because it's possible to file it under intensive in-home services," she chuckled.

"Sky..."

"Okay, seriously working with the client in their home is not out of the ordinary. Don't make this weird."

"Aight, so you think we should do this at her crib since I've already been there before?"

"Yes. Her home is easier to justify on paper since it's familiar territory and she'll be more relaxed in her own space versus yours."

"Yo smart ass! That's why I keep you around," he said kissing her forehead repeatedly.

"I thought it was because I rolled the best weed but both compliments will do."

"You know I love you girl. That reminds me, you still got that dispensary connect in LA?"

"Maybe, why? You tryna get some specialty shit?"

"Yes, ma'am. Something that will ease her mind and body and allow her to open up to me."

"I know just the thing. It's called Green Goddess."

"Ooh, sounds exotic. I need two ounces."

"$2500."

"You know my account info. Get it for me and bring it by. Oooh, bring some In & Out too. And Cold Stones."

"Nigga is O'Shea the female in this situation or you?"

"Hush woman and do what I say," he said with a sharp smack to her ass.

"Yes Daddy," she teased in a soft, Princess-like voice.

"Aye chill out, it's been a minute." Skylar's soft giggle rang throughout the hallway as she walked towards the entrance. He thought for a minute before typing a quick text to O'Shea.

Busy tonight?

Nah why?

Netflix and chill at your crib? I'll bring the bud and food.

You had me at bud. See you at 7.

"Spoiled ass," he chuckled as he put his phone away.

The rest of the work day went by smoothly and soon it was time to head to his patient's house. As usual, Skylar came through with the bud he requested and both his and Shea's favorite meals from In & Out and ice cream from Cold Stones.

"At this point, you owe me your life," Sky fussed from her desk. "Traffic was hell. There was an accident, a four-car pileup." She was working late due to Erik and his needy ways so she opted to facetime him as he made his way to O'Shea's house to make her frustrations known.

"I knew it would be something that's why I knew I wouldn't have the time or patience. But you know I always got you, ma. If all else fails, I'm marrying you."

"Choke on rocks," she pouted. "Always using me for the shit you don't wanna do. I'm getting a new best friend, one that respects how great I am and loves me for me."

"If it's a dude, I'ma kill him. Killmonger don't share."

"I ain't Killmonger's bitch," she countered. "And murder is very much so illegal. This ain't the Navy." He smiled, revealing his bottom row of gold. He cleared his throat before dropping his voice several octaves.

"You sure about that, ma?"

"Oh no, put the demon away."

"Nah, you said you were replacing us. You sure you wanna do that?"

"Unlike O'Shea, I can do what I want, but no sweetheart, I'd never replace you."

"Pinky promise and swear on Crip."

"On Crip, I'd never replace you and you know we don't lie on the hood."

"Aight we good. I'll call you later to let you know how things go." The pair shared their goodbyes and Erik exited his vehicle.

"You're early," O'Shea noted as she stepped back to let him in. The clock on the microwave read 5:30.

"Work was light and I figured I'd just go ahead and come over. Problem?"

"No. Is that Cold Stones?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Yes it is and no you can't have it."

"B-But why?" she pouted.

"Later, Bianca."

"How many times must I remind you that I am an adult?"

"Barely," he regarded with a smirk as he made his way to her kitchen. She followed him the whole way, pouting all the while as he pulled everything out of the bags.

"Fix ya face or you won't get any at all."

"That's not fair!" she pouted harder, folding her arms over her chest.

"Life isn't fair, Lil' Mama."

"This is some bullshit," she fussed as she walked to the couch.

"Bet. I'll keep this sweet cream and oreo shit to myself," he teased, noticing how her mouth dropped in shock. Erik's grin only widened as he walked over to the couch with their food and drinks.

"So what we watching, Bianca Boo?" he asked, reaching for the remote.

"First of all, my name is O'Shea."

"You're acting like a brat so your name is Bianca, now answer my question."

"Can we watch Hercules?"

"Fuckin' child," he mumbled as he pressed play on the movie. The couple ate, sang, and smoked as they breezed through their little Disney movie marathon. From Hercules to Mulan to The Emperor's New Groove they relived their childhoods while the Green Goddess indica worked its magic to mellow them both out and allow them to talk and bond on a more personal level. Several hours into the Disney and chill session, O'Shea figured she'd try her luck again. She noted how much more mellow Erik was when he was under the influence, using this opportunity to fully appreciate how good he looked dressed down. The charcoal gray turtleneck clung to his muscles effortlessly, barely covering the Patek Phillipe watch on his left wrist. His black slacks fit him well, as though they were tailor-made just for him. Her eyes remained glued to the bulge in his pants as he sat with his legs spread wide on the couch. O'Shea fought hard to keep herself from staring, but of course, Erik noticed. He had been watching her watch him for the last 20 minutes and the beast within him noticed too.

"You gone suck or just stare at it?" Killmonger growled, startling O'Shea from her shameless eyefucking. The deep timbre of his voice had her quaking and before he could change his mind, she dropped down to her knees in front of him, seizing her moment to strike him down to a base level of weakness. Surely he could not withstand her oral talent no matter what contenders he'd faced before. Skylar was a master of oral sex when it came to women, but O'Shea was the oracle when it came to men. She looked up at him innocently as she took him into her mouth, lightly teasing his tip with gentle licks before finally taking as much of him as she could down her throat. Though she was cursed with a gag reflex, she was still a master at her craft and the way he was moaning above her proved that she hadn't lost her touch. His stout, thick fingers found their way into her curly mane, lightly gripping her tresses to help guide her head up and down his shaft.

"Just like that, Shea. Grip that shit, stroke what you can't fit in that wet ass mouth," he encouraged. O'Shea moaned around his shaft, using his praises as encouragement to show out on the dick. She wasn't sure when she'd get him this loose again and wanted to make sure this experience was memorable. Just as she was finding her groove, he made the most awful sound above her.

"Ah, shit! What the fuck?!"

"Wait, stop moving!"

"That shit hurt, what the fuck did you just do to me?" In all of the 5 years that O'Shea had had her braces, never once had they gotten caught on anyone. Leave it to Erik Stevens to be the unlucky contender.

"I-I'm sorry, that's never happened before," she said fighting back her laughter. He was being more dramatic than the situation really called for.

"Oh, that shit's funny to you? I'm fucking bleeding."

"You're not, but ok," she said standing from her position on the floor.

"Man move," he fussed, rushing to the bathroom to assess the damages.

20 minutes. 20 whole minutes was how long he left her to her own psyche while he calmed down. He knew she didn't mean to do it, but the fact that she laughed is what really pissed him off. Once he composed himself, he walked out to see her back on the couch with her head down towards the floor. He didn't speak to her, only went to the kitchen to throw away the trash and grab his keys.

"So are you going to leave and not speak to me? I told you it was an accident."

"I know, Buttercup and I'm not upset. I just think it's a good idea to end this session where it is. I'll have Harper contact you about your next appointment. Have a good night." With that and a kiss to the back of her hand, he walked outside and back to his car, leaving O'Shea a confused, sad mess. She didn't do well with people being mad at her, especially at this point in her life when her little personalities were fully functioning entities. The buzz of her phone brought her out of her psyche.

"Daddy's sorry for the way he left you, Buttercup. I meant what I said about not being angry at what happened, but what really pissed me off is the fact that you thought it was funny."

"But you laugh at my pain all the time," she replied meekly, curling up into a ball on the couch.

"I don't laugh at your pain, I laugh at the fact that you think you run shit. How about this, let's meet somewhere and talk about it."

"Where?"

"Cold Stones."

"But I have ice cream in the freezer."

"Since when have you turned down more?"

"Touché. Give me 10 minutes." She quickly dressed, happy that he wasn't upset and that he still wanted to continue their therapy and build their potential relationship. Though he was indeed her therapist, she felt comfortable with him. More comfortable than she had felt with anyone in a long time and if she were being honest, it scared her. She hated how vulnerable she was around him having been so guarded for most of her life, yet she liked that she could be her true self without fear of judgment and ridicule for her behavior. The benefits of having him as her therapist outweighed her fears. He got her on a level that no one else had before, not even Sky.

Excitedly, she met him in the air-conditioned shop finding him with ice cream in hand. On her approach, he rested his palm atop her head as if to say welcome.

"So now I'm a dog?"

"Nah, you just small. Have a seat, baby girl." She sat down beside him and began eating the cold sugary concoction of sweet cream, chocolately brownie chunks, crumbled graham crackers and walnuts all drizzled with thick caramel. She bounced happily in her seat as the divine mixture set her tastebuds ablaze. This was one of her all-time favorite combinations and she was glad he'd remembered it to the smallest detail. He smiled as he watched her smiling and bouncing in her element, happy that she was happy. She was eating so fast that she dripped ice cream onto her chin and brand new royal purple Disney spirit jersey. She pouted, but he merely grabbed a napkin and cleaned her mess.

"Why the long face, Buttercup? I thought a messy little girl was a happy little girl."

"Sky just bought this for me, though. I didn't want to get it dirty. There's even a stain on Mickey." She turned her body slightly to show him the smudged caramel on the sparkly D emblem.

"Well that won't do, will it? You're welcome to take it off. You wouldn't want to spill again."

"But I'm not wearing another shirt," she pouted further.

"Less material to worry about. You should enjoy your ice cream freely. Do remove the shirt, Buttercup.. for your own good." She nodded, slowly lifting the sweatshirt over her head and laying it on the table. He grabbed and folded it neatly before placing it on the booth beside him. Now free from the constraints of the jersey, she tore into her ice cream like a woman starved.

"Doesn't that feel better? Your sweater is now safe from any harm and Daddy will worry about having it cleaned. That's not something a little girl should concern herself with."

"Yes Daddy, thank you," she said with a wide grin. It had been so long since she had been allowed to freely be in her little space, especially to this degree and it was nice to put the stresses and worries of adulting to the side, even if it were just for a little while.

"Um... I'm sorry sir, but um.. shirts are required in this establishment... Sorry..," the gangly scooper spoke nervously, obviously intimidated by his stature though he was not in his imposing state. The anxiety in the guy's eyes rubbed him the wrong way. Another negative profile. If that was the case while he wore a sweater and a name brand watch, he thought, the man deserved to feel fearful.

"Several pale skinned patrons are wearing sports bras and cropped bandeau tops, similar to my date's. Are you going to say the same to them?" Erik asked with a raised eyebrow watching the guy stammer in distress.

"I- It's just- Nevermind," the scooper stumbled, making his way back behind the counter. He started to pick up a phone, but when Erik made eye contact and mouthed a message, he put the phone back down.

"What did you say just now," O'Shea inquired, looking from the counter back to Erik's peaceful expression. The behavior of the scooper didn't match his face.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Buttercup. Take your time. Finish your ice cream and we'll be on our way." O'Shea shrugged but continued to bounce happily as she ate her ice cream, even going as far as to ask Erik for another bowl for later. Because of the way he behaved earlier, he obliged.

"Whadya know, Buttercup! We got this one free."

"Yay!" she squealed, happily thanking the fearful scooper who nodded without eye contact.

"I-It was no trouble, really," he stuttered, eyes never leaving Erik's menacing scowl. As the couple turned to leave, Erik bucked at the young scooper, laughing loudly at the way he flinched, dropping a tower of ice cream all over himself.

"Damn, nigga. You need to lift weights or something," he smirked opening the glass door for O'Shea.

"Where do you wanna go now, Buttercup?" he asked as he brushed a rogue curl behind her ear.

"I wish it wasn't so late. I really wanna go to Disneyland." Erik checked his watch and noted that the park would indeed be closing soon.

"We can't get into the park, but Downtown Disney is still open."

"Ooh can we go to Salt & Straw?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.

"Buttercup you just had ice cream and got a free one to go. Not to mention you still have ice cream in the freezer from earlier."

"Yeah, but none of those were honey lavender with whipped cream and a waffle cone," she pouted.

'You're right, but considering the fact that I'm a doctor who also cares about your physical health, the answer is still no. You are sweet enough." She was upset but didn't protest further for fear that he'd just decide to take her back to her house. No matter how upset she was, Disney fixed everything. As the pair roamed the district, O'Shea's eyes grew wide watching Erik walk into to the Pandora shop. She'd been wanting new charms for her princess-themed bracelet forever, but never had the time or the extra funds to splurge on herself the way she wanted.

"How about I make my Buttercup something special?" he beamed down at her, rubbing circles into the small of her back.

"Oooh, what is it?" she asked happily.

"It's a surprise, but why don't you go get us two of those honey lavender cones and it'll be done by the time you get back."

"Ok!" she squealed happily, taking his card and running out of the store before he changed his mind again. It took her all of 10 minutes to go and come back with her half-eaten cone and his full one. Her grin was wide as she regarded Erik standing in front of the counter with both hands behind his back. His shit-eating grin was back like he knew he was that nigga. And at this moment, he was.

"Whatcha got back there, Daddy?"

"Just a little something for my second favorite princess," he replied stepping closer to her. "Close your eyes and hold out your left wrist." She quickly complied and her beaming grin grew even wider as she felt the cold metal against her skin.

"Alright, open." He watched smugly as her eyes opened and widened. Her heart was so full she thought it would burst. She hadn't even realized that he had slipped her princess bracelet off her wrist until she saw it in its complete form.

"You finished my bracelet?"

"Yes ma'am, chronologically just the way you had it and I started your villain one." Her fingers toyed delicately with the Tinkerbell and poisoned apple charms on the princess bracelet before moving to Maleficent and the Evil Queen charms on the villain bracelet. Then her eyes met his. She wanted to cry.

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

"Anything for my Buttercup. I even left off Anna and Elsa because I know those are the ones you like the least." Again, he'd remembered something seemingly frivolous solely because he knew it was important to her. She felt her little heart swell two sizes.

"You're the best, really." She rewarded him with a sweet kiss on the lips, which he deepened when he grabbed her chin and added a little tongue. Just enough to leave her wanting.

"Come on, pretty girl. Let's get you home, we both have work in the morning."

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