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firsttimewriter92 · 2 years

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To be healed

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 2/5

This is part two of "To be injured". I recommend reading that one first otherwise some things in this one will not make much sense ;)

Summary: John is making good on his promise showing you that he wants to earn your trust and consent. Little by little he patches you up this time, leading to a lesson John ist just too eager to teach.

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, do not interact! This is not for you. Dirty talk, teasing, dry humping, kissing, intimacy issues due to sexual trauma, toothrotting fluff, sexual acts, little bit of angst

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Wordcount: 4.557

(God, that GIF makes me go Brrrr)

It has been three weeks since John and you decided to try how far you would come together. He spent quite some time at your apartment. You cooked for him (turns out he loved cooking but was horrible at it), you read together in comfortable silence or you played your favourite game while he watched and gnawed your ear off with questions. You loved it. He was genuinely interested in the games and just seemed to like how you reacted to them.

Each night however he respectfully stood up from your couch and said goodbye to you at your door. And with each night you felt like it became harder and harder to let him go. It was astounding to you how quickly you got used to his firm body next to yours on the couch. His gentle fingers raking absentmindedly over your skin while you read, your back pressed against his chest. How his steely thigh pressed against yours when he leaned onto his knees, concentrating hard on your gameplay process and loudly voicing his discontent when you got attacked, making you laugh uncontrollably. The way he bumped his shoulder or hip into you playfully because you made fun of his terrible chopping skills.

One evening while putting the dishes away (He had left no crumbs as per usual. That man could EAT), he reached over and stroked a finger slowly across your cheek. You nearly dropped the dish towel but soon smiled and turned to him. Towel long forgotten on the counter. His hand encased your cheek and he ever so lightly pulled. You stepped into his space willingly and he squinted at you amused. Rolling your eyes sarcastically you stood on your tip toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. He grinned mischievously when you parted from him. “Very good” he said amused. “You make it easy” you giggled. A light dusting of pink adorned his cheeks at that and he huffed. “Yeah, if you say so, little one.” Humming contently, your arms wound themselves around his waist. One of your favourite things to do as you found out. He fit so perfectly in your arms it was almost too good to be true. But it was. The fond and affectionate way he was gazing down at you left no doubt. “Need your help with somethin´” he whispered. You nodded, smiling widely. You knew what he meant. He always used that phrase when he asked you to take a look at the wound on his back. The one you stitched up. The one that started it all. And as always you just said “Shirt” and tucket at the hem.

Though getting used to his vernacular, you were sure you would never get used to the effect he had on you shirtless. You felt the heat creep over your skin as he pulled the shirt over his head by the collar in his neck. Setting it down onto the island he looked at you, again as always a little sheepishly. You turned to your cupboard and produced the little medkit that John had given you. He was quite concerned when he found out that you didn’t even have bandaids at home. The next day he came over and insisted you accept the first aid kit he assembled for you. “It´s important, love. You never know when you might need it.”

He had a little smug look on his face when he turned around. You carefully removed the adhesive plaster and inspected the wound. It healed very nicely. “I think we can forego the plaster” you said happily. “It´s completely closed now.” You felt him twitch a little when you first touched his freshly healed skin to clean it. You thought he was still sensitive but then again, he didn’t twitch like that when you quite literally poured disinfectant on the open gash when it was completely open. Cleaning didn’t take any time and by the time you slowly massaged an ointment into his skin you could feel him shiver. The confidence this man had given you in the last couple of weeks suddenly gripped you like a vice and you marvelled in it. So you did something you hadn’t done yet in his presence. You took initiative.

Until now, it was always him that pulled you or leaned in first. This time, when you pressed your fingers into his skin a little more forcefully, you felt him leaning into your touch. You let your hands wander all over his back, his shoulders, the backs of his arms down to his lower back. Your hands were shaking only a little bit when you rested them at his sides and slowly let them wonder towards his front. Leaning closer you pressed your upper body to his and hugged him around his waist. You could feel his laboured breathing. This was the most skin to skin contact you have had yet and you absolutely lived for it. He was so warm and soft and freckly, his skin smelled like nothing you had ever smelled before and it was addicting. Rubbing your nose between his shoulder blades you felt him heaving a big breath. His chest expanded quite a bit. “You okey, little one?” he asked in a hushed voice while moving his hands over yours and squeezed them closer onto his abdomen. You nodded against his back but remembered quickly what his next words would probably be. “Yes” you said, hearing him chuckle. “Yeah I´m good” you nuzzled your cheek between his massive shoulder blades. You stood there for a while cuddling, breathing each other in and feeling each other’s heartbeats. But suddenly, it didn’t feel like enough.

You detached from him quickly and with a very worried expression he turned around. “___, is ev-” he only had time to say your name before you threw your arms around his neck and clung almost desperately to him. Not questioning your motives he grunted from the impact, grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island behind him in a smooth swoop. “Legs around me” he growled and gently guided them around his waist. “Hold onto me, it´s okey, love. Hold on” You tried to grab as much warm skin as you could while burying your face into his neck, a little whimper leaving your lips. It was the most comforting feeling you have had in years and you were terrified it would end too soon. That he would deprive you of it the moment he found out how much you loved it. “Shhh. It´s all right. I´m here, ´m not goin´ anywhere, I promise.” His voice was soothing, deep and rich while his arms pressed you impossibly closer to him. One hand reassuringly stroking over your hair and neck. Gently he rocked you back and forth a bit and waited for you to calm down. “´M here because I want to, you hear me?” he whispered into your hairline. “´M here because I said I want your trust an´ everythin´ that comes with it. ´M not leaving,___” he breathed heavily through his nose while you almost ripped the skin of his back with your fingernails. Calming, sweet nothings left his lips while you calmed down. No tears were shed this time but the fear of abandonment was still lodged into your flesh. Knowing he was there, holding you close with no expectation of sex and yet no intention of leaving, helped your beating heart immensely.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his gorgeous eyes. He had a serious expression on his face when he lifted his hands and framed your face. “I´m fine, John. I´m okey now” you said with a reassuring smile which he returned as soon as he saw that you were telling the truth. Your bodies still close to one another you leaned in, waiting if he´d pull back. He didn’t, so you kissed him softly but with enough pressure so he knew you wouldn’t pull back any time soon. And you didn’t. Feeling his heartbeat underneath your palm going absolutely ballistic, you moved your lips with his with more and more passion. Changing from slow open mothed kisses to small little pecks. “Christ, woman” he breathed when you detached from him for a second. “Feel free to do that whenever you funkin´ want. Don´t have to ask just…Bloody Jesus, wake me from my deepest sleep if you have to.” He sounded breathless and even a little whiny. Your core clenching deliciously at the sound. Holy…

You giggled and sank your fingers into his thick brown hair, scratching his scalp. He leaned his head back into your hands, exposing his throat, grinning like a mad man and releasing a borderline sinful moan that made you break out in a sweat immediately. Still grinning he said “Love seeing you this way. So confident. So you. Sexy as all hell.” You smiled again when you lips descended to his throat and started nibbling. Little grunts and heavy breathing filled your ears, spiralling your own excitement higher and higher. There was no pressure, just feeling. There was no force, no hurry, no `let´s get this over with`. There was only him and you. His beard scratching your lips slightly as you trailed them up and down his jaw. His warm hands wandering along your sides while your legs were still locked around his torso. His deep, scratchy voice telling you how much he loved what you were doing. When your lips finally found his again he was a panting mess, immediately grabbing your face and leaning over you until your back nearly touched the island on which you were still perched.

A little whine escaped you and he suddenly seemed to remember where you were. He chuckled and straightened up again with you. He had a peculiar look on his face. One you couldn’t quite decipher yet. But one thing was sure. You loved it that he looked at you with that expression. It was wonderous and calm. Happy. “You want to take this to the couch?” you asked with a sly grin. His eyes shot open. “You sure, little one?” You nodded. “Very much. Want to be closer” you said dreamily. John seemed thunderstruck but slowly nodded his head. Without any type of effort, he moved from the island with you still clinging to him, rounding it and sitting down on your couch. “I´ll only go as far as you allow me” he said earnestly.

Your heart melted for this beautiful bear of a man. “I know” you said happily and started kissing him again. It was like your entire body was singing, buzzing and vibrating. Soon you weren´t just making out with him in his lap, your hands started wandering again. You trailed your fingertips over his sculpted chest and through the coarse hair. With a appreciative groan John took one more step and darted out the tip of his tongue, carefully liking your lip. A bolt of electricity went straight to your core and you could feel the wetness gathering in your panties. Without thinking twice about it you opened your mouth to him. It was like a floodgate was opened in your mind. All the possibilities on how to please him and yourself came rushing back to you, giving you a feeling of pure bliss. So many different things you wanted to do to him without the outcome always being immediate intercourse. The fun of exploring a man like him came back. First thing you realised: He fucking loved tangling his tongue with yours. Your lips were already a little swollen and red from his beard but the moment his tongue glided over yours, you would have sold every item you owned just to make him do it again. You didn’t even have to ask.

With a whispered “shit” against your lips he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you like a man starved. Maybe he was. You grabbed his neck as well and pushed his chest back with the other. Keeping the kiss going he leaned back fully into your couch and you got comfortable on his lap. How comfortable he was, you felt only a few moments after. Your hand wandering from his chest down over his stomach. The muscles clenching under your touch he carefully bit your lip. Releasing a sharp breath you chuckled and moved your hand again. With a click of his tongue he got hold of your hips in a vice like grip and pushed them forward towards his own. There it was. A low whining sound came from you when you felt his bulge rubbing insistently over your centre. Keeping your hips right there he started whispering. “Doin´ so good, my little minx. Bloody hell you feel so good. So soft, s´ all for me, yea?” You whined and nodded your head as he began nuzzling your neck. He chuckled darkly. “That´s it, little one. Move as much as you like. Ughn…like that. Jesus, I love it when you do that. Come on, sweet thing. Use me.” A long moan left your lips at that and you fully started to move your hips now. Back and forth your most sensitive area brushed against the material of his cargo pants.

John guided your movements more than he controlled them. Mesmerised he looked up at you, at your exposed throat while your head was leaned back, your heaving chest and moving hips. It took almost everything in him not to buck his hips. Wait, he told himself. Wait. His head was reeling and the erection in his pants almost uncomfortable. But he would be damned if he did anything more than you were comfortable with. Also, feeling your hot core being pressed rhythmically over his dick again and again gave him a sort of satisfaction he had almost forgotten. These feelings he had for you were something he had to sort out even before talking to you in the first place. They hit him like a ton of bricks the moment he first heard your sweet voice while you were on the phone, giving him a shy wave as you brought the last of your moving boxes into your apartment.

Completely flabbergasted of how his body was reacting to you he had dived into his own apartment and took several deep breaths after closing the door quickly. After that, the conversations he has had with you were highlights of his day as well as terrifying. Each one brought a new wave of affection towards you but at the same time the overwhelming urge to see you happy and safe under any circumstances. It was just in his blood, though he had never felt his sense of duty so heavily directed onto one person only before. And that made him nervous. Attraction, he knew. Raw, unfiltered need. Directed towards one person, for one night. Take the edge off, move on. Thinking about only taking the edge off with you almost made him sick. Fuck, no. No, you weren’t for one night. You were worth a lifetime of nights. Fully aware of what he just admitted to himself, he let himself fall into the moment.

He felt your hand move lower towards the button of his pants and hissed. You looked at him again, grinning and loving the way the flush on his face stretched down his neck and into his chest hair. You leaned closer to his face, lowering yourself onto his chest. While kissing his collarbone you again started to move your hips, faster this time. Moans and whispered praises filled the air as the both of you found a sensual rhythm. When you fingers brushed one of his nipples and a high pitched whine left his lips, you could feel his erection jump against your core. With a hazy mind you straightened up again looking at his completely blissed out face. Swollen lips, glossed over eyes, grabbing hands. More, you needed to feel more. So you did the next logical thing. Moving quickly and only hearing his breath stutter when he started moaning, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Letting it fall next to you on the ground you could see the concentration return toJohn´s eyes. Having foregone your bra for the sake of comfort you were as bare to him as he was to you.

You could see where his eyes were trained, how he licked his lips, how he pushed himself into a more upright position. “God fuckin´ damn it, love. How are you this perfect, huh? Can I? Please…” he breathed looking directly at your chest. You shivered in his strong hold but breathily managed to say “Yes, John. Gods, please”…He didn’t hesitate. The moment his lips closed around one of your nipples while his hand held your other tit gently, you threw your head back and knew, you were utterly and completely at this mans mercy now and for once, that didn’t scare the shit out of you or made you want to run away. On the contrary. You pushed your chest closer to his mouth and he moaned against our nipple. “You taste incredible, little one. So funkin´ good for me. Move again, please. Please move.” You did without thinking. Moving your hips again you felt his push upwards with every stroke, eliciting little shocks of pure ecstasy throughout your whole body. Your skin felt like it was on fire when John began so move his hands all over your chest, switching his mouth to the other nipple. His tongue darted out and played with the hardened nub. Clenching around nothing, a new wave of arousal seeped into your pants and a slight sob escaped your lips. Immediately Johns eyes were trained on you, stopping everything. Whining when he stopped playing with your nipples and still moving your body above his, he got the hint and hummed his satisfaction before diving in again, licking his way down to your nipples.

Higher and higher the both of you spiralled and move after move, push after push you got closer to what you felt would be one of the most devastating orgasms of your life. “J-John” you hickuped trying to warn him. “John, I´m gonna…” “I know” he panted in an unusual high pitched voice. “I know, my love. ´M close as well. You can do it. ´M right there. Bloody…please, do it. Argh…fuck, yes” his grip around your waist became stronger when he began to push his hips up into you more forcefully. A sharp yell escaped you when his clothed dick perfectly bumped against your clit again and again with devastating precision. “John, fuck! There…it´s so good. Please, I´m almost there. Ah, ah!” He growled into your collarbone and bit down on it. That sent you tumbling over the sweet edge he pushed you towards. Clamping down violently, white hot pleasure shot through your spine up to your head and practically made you blind.

Not being able to make a sound anymore, you shivered in his arms, head thrown back, mouth open and struggling to take in air. John was under your spell. He was sure he had never in his life seen anything more beautiful than you struggling to breath because the pleasure he gave you made it difficult. He halted his own pleasure for a moment though it almost physically hurt, just to watch you and whispering to you. “So beautiful. You are so damn beautiful, love. All this shivering for me? That´s it, little one. It´s all right, I´m here. Doin´ so good.” He stroked your panting chest, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses along your neck towards your lips. Calming down somehow you leaned in and although you were still in need for more air, kissed him like your life depended on it. Wet sounds filled with little moans were the only thing you heard for a solid minute. His kiss deliberate and calming, a bit sloppy but utter perfection.

You were still in a blissed out haze but realised, “John,” you whined. He pulled you closer, gently placing his forehead to yours. “What is it? Are you all right?” You nodded and bit your lip. “You didn´t…why´d you stop? Don´t you want to…?” He sighed with a smile. “Awww, little bird. I couldn´t help myself. You looked so perfect when you came for me. I needed my focus on you, my love.” You couldn’t just let him hang like this. Gathering more clear thoughts you rolled your hips against him once more seeing him hiss and close is eyes shut. His hands immediately found their home on your hips again and guided you towards his favourite rhythm. Holding eye contact he began to breath heavily through his nose again. Holding onto his chest you let your hands wander towards his nipples. Brushing one carefully you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and a strangled sound came from his throat. His eyes were such a dark blue colour, they looked like the deepest of seas. They shone up at you in a challenging manner as you further increased the rhythm of your hips. His gorgeous lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them for a second.

Raking your nails over both his nipples at the same time you felt his dick jump again and knew it was any moment now. “___,” he panted. “___, fuck! ´M about to come. Is that okey, hmm? Can you tell me, baby?” His eyes almost lost focus when you grinned and leaned down so your noses almost touched. While still playing with his nipples lightly you whispered, “It´s okey, John. More than okey. You can come. Will you? For me, please? I want it.” With that you tweaked one nipple and it happened instantly. With a loud shout he pushed his hips upwards, nearly knocking you off of him. His vice like grip prevented that from happening tough. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Still moving his hips he threw his head back onto the back of the couch. The veins in his neck standing out while his chest expanded with every heavy breath he took. Four, five thrusts of his hips later he stilled. Eyes still closed, his grip loosening a bit. You admired his handsome features in detail, leaning over him and carefully kissing his face with featherlight touches of your lips.

He opened his eyes to look at you. You found nothing but pure bliss and adoration in them as he lifted his hand to your face, stroking his knuckles gently over your temple and down your cheek. Leaning into his touch you smiled lovingly at him and descended to kiss him fully on the mouth. He hummed in response and moved his lips with yours in the same sated, lazy manner. “You did amazing, love” he said dreamily. Giggling you leaned your head against his and felt his chest vibrate with his own laugh. “I have the best, most patient mentor in the world” you said. He hummed and began to stroke your bare back with his calloused fingertips. Relaxing completely, you sank lower to lay down on his chest.

Listening to his strong, calming heartbeat, suddenly you felt the rhythmic vibration of a phone call. “You´ve got to be fuckin´ jokin´” you heard John curse under his breath as he fished the small flip phone from his back pocket. When you tried to get up to give him some privacy, a very insistent hand pressed your head back onto his chest while you giggled. He answered in a deep, quick and professional voice. A voice that did not tolerate any type of unnecessary fuckery.

“Price! Yeah, Laswell?” Silence.

“Yes. When?” Silence.

“Understood” He hung up.

The phone fell to the couch to his side and his other hand moved to rake down his face while the other still played with your hair. “Do you need to leave?” you asked. He would tell you if your questions were unwelcome. You felt him sigh and a quiet “Yeah. Tomorrow” left his lips. You felt your heart sinking but also a deep connection to the man who made you feel so incredibly wanted. You would wait until he came back, for as long as you needed to. Just to feel him kiss you again one more time, touch you one more time. “It´s just a reckie tough. I´ll be back in a three days max. But,” he sighed again. “A reckie always follows a mission. I don´t know when-“

“I know, John. I can imagine” you said while playing with his chest hair. “I´ll wait.” You heard his heart stutter in his chest underneath your ear. Getting up you looked at him and found him staring at you almost disbelievingly. His blue eyes returned to their intense light blue colour and they shone with gratitude and something else you couldn’t lay your finger on. “Let me wait for you, please. You are…you´re wanted as well, John” you said with all the conviction you had in your body. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he just shook his head disbelievingly and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Closing your eyes you let the feeling of his lips and tongue wash over you, making you comfortably numb. Tasting you he languidly stroked his tongue over yours, playfully nipping on your bottom lip and sighing contently. Your head was swimming, you heart drumming away and happiness made its way into every cell of your body.

“Stay here tonight” you pleaded softly against his lips. “Stay here with me.” He nodded instantly. “Yeah, love. Of course.” You smiled and brushed your nose with his affectionately. “Just need to get to my apartment for a sec” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. When you looked at him questioningly he chuckled. “You kind of made a mess of me and I need fresh boxers. Otherwise I´m not getting in your bed.” You snorted a laugh but nodded. “Yeah, erm…same here. I should clean up a bit as well.” He growled proudly deep inside his chest and squeezed you one more time. “Well then, up with you” he said and tapped your ass sharply. With a grin and a yelp you stood, although still reluctantly. He grinned as well and pulled you in by your waist once more. Happily you looked up at him. “Give me 3 minutes” he said and kissed the tip of your nose. Nodding you watched as we collected his shirt from the kitchen und walked out the door.

All clean and with fresh clothes he slid into your bed as if he had always belonged there. And it truly felt like it. Turning on his back he pulled you to his side. With a content sigh you rested your arm across his stomach and your head on his meaty shoulder. One leg thrown over his he chuckled when you pressed yourself as close to him as you could. “Little barnacle” he said in a sweet voice. You pressed your head to his neck and kissed his pulse point before relaxing and drifting off into a heavy sleep. “Thank you, darlin´” you heard him whisper into your hairline just as the heaviness of sleep dragged you under. Both of you drifting off with a smile.

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Party 3 anyone? Maybe? ;)

As always thank you very much for reading. Please feel free to intercact with this post. Comments, likes and reposts are apreciated. Thank you, my lovelies <3

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technicallyverycowboy · 9 months

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playboyy: no fags, no femmes

okay, so. playboyy meta. thanks to @lugarn, @chaos0pikachu, and @cryptidafter for talking all this out with me <3

i originally started this post with "not to be that guy," but honestly, i do want to be that guy. because so much of the critique and analysis of playboyy i'm seeing is a) grounded in a lack of knowledge about queer history and aesthetics and b) veers unintentionally but wildly into unexamined homophobia.

so, given i'm going to reference susan sontag's notes on camp several times, i've decided i might as well go full queer studies major about it and copy the list style she uses. (i would highly recommend reading notes on camp. it is academic and somewhat dense, but it's a tame 13 pages)

1. so many people are confidently asserting that playboyy is not camp, regardless of what the creatives behind the show think. to which i have to ask: how are you defining camp? what things are campy to y'all?

2. the personal definition of camp that i arrived at after writing a bunch of papers about it is two-fold: camp is exaggeration, treating things that are serious casually and treating things that are casual seriously. camp is about an aesthetic of inhabiting a role, where something is a little bit off or being something that it's not meant to be.

and to be clear, this is a wildly incomplete and simplified definition, because one of the points of camp is that it's a vibe, not something concrete. It’s also something that shifts over time the relationship between queerness and society changes.

2a. camp often intersects and overlaps with surrealism, like in rocky horror picture show. very often media that is campy exits the mundane world and enters a heightened world of exaggeration and stylization.

3. so, is playboyy campy? i sure as hell think it is. i think lugarn and chaos0pikachu both made really good points about the campiness of playboyy and it being specifically sexwork camp. (both replies are at that link.)

4. a brief list of things that specifically resonated as campy to me: first throwing american dollars in the pool for soong to catch, zouey's fantasy of feeling up teena in art class, every single element of nant's room (especially the projected images), captain's sports plot that involved zero doing the sport and 100% fucking and fantasy, the softly romantic framing of nuth and phob's sex scenes, jump's pleather tank top & coverall combination, prom wearing assless chaps to a rooftop party at 2:30 in the afternoon, the entire concept of investigating a disappearance via a themed party... i could go on and on, but i said this was brief.

5. i think the actual problem a lot of people have with playboyy is that it doesn't care about straight people.

6. what i mean by that is that playboyy is not a universal story. you could not plug different characters with different sexualities into the plot and preserve the essence of the story. the gayness of the characters is integral to the plot. the sex work is integral to the plot. this is not a world where homophobia doesn't exist and being gay is just like being straight.

7. additionally, these characters are all performing gender in a specifically queer way. they are femmes and fags, they are obvious, they are clockable, they're visible. when nice gays talk about the people who are giving gays a bad reputation and making it harder for everyone (to assimilate into heteropatriarchy) they're talking about playboyy gays.

8. comparing playboyy to only friends is low hanging fruit at this point, but i would argue that the reason boston stood out in that cast and was so viciously punished by the ending is because he was a fag stuck in a nice gays narrative.

9. and this is where the fandom homophobia comes in. so, so many people describe these characters and chaotic and messy, watchable as incoherent and vaguely amusing from a distance, but without real substance. the resulting narrative is often that no one could take their characters or their stories seriously or resonate with them.

10. again, why? why was ray and sand's high and low, blow up fights, calling each other whores relatable but soong and first's miscommunications about what they mean to each other unbelievable chaos? why is white taking black's place an acceptable plot point, but nont pretending to be nant is absurd?

11. most bls do not deal with flamboyance except in limited capacities by comedic side characters. flamboyance is a baseline trait for most of the playboyy characters. so if they feel too much, too loud, too out there, consider asking yourself why they do.

12. to a large extent, i think a lot of the criticism of playboyy is rooted in a bad faith refusal to engage with the show beyond a surface level pearl clutching about the sexual content. the unspoken belief here being that sex scenes are inherently vulgar distractions. they can't be integral to characters or their relationships. they can't be vital pieces of a narrative.

to which i say, there are nine thousand other BLs out there where the kissing is chaste and sex scenes are ~tastefully abstracted shots of shoulder blades and hands. watch those instead.

13. if you decide you want to watch it anyway, take a couple minutes to examine what parts of the show make you uncomfortable and why. and to be clear, i think there’s a lot of value in watching things that make you uncomfortable; media is often one of the best ways to dip into interrogating your emotional responses from a safe distance.

but don’t use discomfort to dismiss the possibility that there’s meaningful artistic and stylistic choices made to serve a meaningful narrative. take a second to sit with your reactions and ask yourself where it’s coming from.

#playboyy #playboyy meta #i want you all to know i hunted through three emails to find the rhetoric of camp essay i wrote in college for this

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maochira · 2 years

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the father figures waking up in his apartment (belonging to the blue lock sports complex) and see shidou ryusei shirtless and making coffee in a kitchen THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO HIM. all for reader to show up moments after waking up in the kitchen and embarrassing herself because she forgot to say that her boyfriend was staying the night.

I will write Shidou at any given chance I love this cockroach man so very much he makes me feral. ALSO THIS REQUEST SOUNDS SO FUN TO WRITE SO LET'S GET THIS STARTED

Off-topic but have you guys ever wondered how I write 10+ fics in a day or is it just standard for me to spam literally all the Blue Lock writing tags (I'm not sorry) ((I get like 10 requests a day you're to blame)) (((please never stop sending requests my way)))

Father figure series masterlist

Current Blue Lock writing event

This is kind of a follow-up to this post aka reader and Shidou have been dating for a bit and the coaches know about it

Tags: gn!reader who's dating Shidou, I recommend reading a bit of the father figure series for context but not required

Noel Noa

-he expected anything BUT to see a shirtless Shidou when he entered the kitchen. He's probably never been more confused in his entire life

-just moments later you enter the kitchen, and of course, you get embarrassed and immediately yell at Shidou to put on a shirt. He protests at first, but you kept insisting on it, so he returns to your room to grab his shirt

-while Shidou is out of the kitchen, you just laugh nervously and say "looks like I forgot to tell you my boyfriend was staying overnight"

-Noa doesn't respond anything, he just looks at you. And you can clearly see the horror in his eyes because, knowing the kind of person Shidou is, Noa is pretty worried about you

-you start explaining yourself, how you and Shidou haven't done anything inappropriate, and- You stop talking when you realize Shidou is back in the kitchen

-Shidou hugs you from behind and just grins at Noa

-for the rest of the morning, Noa barely talks, and neither do you. It's mostly Shidou who does the talking. It's awkward and embarrassing, but Shidou really doesn't care

-the death stares Noa gives Shidou whenever he touches you only amuse Shidou even more

-get ready for a very serious father-child talk as soon as Shidou leaves

Chris Prince

-he's still half asleep so he doesn't even realize Shidou is there

-Chris only notices him when you enter the kitchen as well and Shidou walks over to kiss you

-suddenly Chris is wide awake because the overprotective dad mode is kicking in

-you're pretty embarrassed so you go to your room, grab Shidou's shirt and throw it at him so he'll put it on

-Chris acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary, but as soon as Shidou leaves, Chris starts asking you all sorts of questions about why and what and how

-you really try to convince him nothing much happened between you and Shidou and he only stayed for the night because he kept fighting with his roommate and was kicked out of his room

-somehow, Chris manages to not freak out too much. He trusts yo, so he knows you're telling him the truth. But honestly he doesn't trust Shidou (understandable)

-he tells you it's okay to let Shidou stay overnight, he just really wants you to tell him beforehand

-whenever Shidou stays over night again, Chris will probably check on you guys like twice an hour

Lavinho

-mutters Brazilian swear words/insults under his breath when he sees Shidou like "vá lamber o sabone" (go and lick soap) and "seu karai" (you dick) shoutout to my Brazilian friend for telling me these

-because it's early in the morning, Shidou doesn't have his translator earbuds in yet so he doesn't understand what Lavinho is saying

-when you enter the kitchen, Lavinho immediately starts asking you why Shidou is there in a very overprotective dad tone

-you're kind of embarrassed because Shidou is shirtless but the entire situation is also kind of funny so you attempt to laugh it off

-Lavinho is willing to go along with your jokes for as long as Shidou is there, but as soon as he leaves the overprotective dad in him gets out completely and he starts asking you all sorts of questions

-you feel even more embarrassed, and Lavinho uses that as a chance to tease and make fun of you (in a loving way) for the entire thing

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winterinhimring · 4 months

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One way in which the original Spider-man trilogy has aged hilariously (I say this with all affection, by the way; it's my favourite piece of Spider-man media) is its attitude towards the job market. First of all, when Uncle Ben is laid off, he looks in the newspaper want ads for a job, rather than calling a recruiter or talking to friends at a different company. It makes a certain amount of sense, though, as he's an older man and unlikely to have adapted to more 'modern' methods of finding employment.

Second and most amusing to me is Peter's reaction to Norman offering to find him a job. It's an extremely genre-savvy choice, given the movie Peter is in, but looking at this scene with the eyes of someone who's gotten multiple jobs in the dumpster fire that is the modern employment market, most of the best of them by virtue of having connections, I want to shake Peter by the shoulders and yell, "Child, if the CEO of a major US military contractor, who is also a noted biochemist and sufficiently skilled in other areas of science to be publishing well-known papers on nanotechnology (in 2002!!) offers you a job when you're a college freshman, YOU SAY YES! In fact, you say, 'Yes sir, thank you sir, where do I send my resume?' And then you show up to the job early every single time, Spider-man or no Spider-man, because maybe, if you're a very good employee and you ask nicely, your CEO friend will write you a letter of recommendation when you graduate and start looking for jobs in earnest!"

Like Norman, I can't help respecting his principles, because it's not every freshman who would have the guts to turn down an offer like that. (It's also a very, VERY eighteen-year-old choice to make, which is consistent with the movie having Peter behave like a realistic teenager.) But at the same time, that's the kind of offer that can MAKE your resume. PETER PLEASE.

#raimi trilogy #raimiverse #peter parker #spiderman #norman osborn #winter says things #peter why are you like this #i mean. i know why you're like this. you're eighteen and you were raised by ben 'personal responsibility' parker.#and you are probably also getting weird vibes off of norman. but at the same time. peter why are you like this

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Hangman unexpectedly plays matchmaker when he offers the group a way to deal with the after effects of their training, which causes Bob to meet the one for him.

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Meet-Cute, Simp Bob, bob fucks, Massage, First Dates

Song Recommendation: Fly As Me by Silk Sonic

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

So after a period of gruelling training weeks then some of the recruits going on the actual mission, all of the graduates of Top Gun were sore and exhausted.

Jake had taken it upon himself to tell the rest of his crew about his most recent method of relieving some of his pain, and yes, they were lucky he'd moved on from talking about his sex life in very graphic detail. "Yeah, super hot woman with magic hands. Look I've got free range of movement," he boasted to his companions at dinner that night as his buddies desperately listened in the hope he actually had some decent advice.

Fuck. He did look like he wasn't in pain anymore and finally could lift his arm without wincing because the ache in his shoulder was so bad. For once, maybe Hangman had a point.

"Where is this magic masseuse then?" Bradley asked, shoving a forkful of food into his face and hanging on Hangman's every word (like usual).

With a very dramatic flourish, Jake pulled her card out of his wallet and hovered it in front of Rooster, quickly snatching it away when Bradley tried to grab it. He wasn't going to willingly give away information. "What do I get in return? I give you her name, and what? I'm supposed to do it out of the goodness of my heart?"

Natasha exclaimed, "Come on, dude. Just hand it over."

"Bullshit! This is some hot information in my hands right now. Start bribes in 5, 4, 3-"

"I'll pay for your meal tonight!"

"Gotta do better than that, Coyote."

"I'll give you my sister's number like you asked."

"Getting warmer, Payback."

More and more offers were thrown out by each of his teammates until the only ones left were Bob and Rooster. Rooster raised his eyebrow as if to ask, 'Really?' but Jake ignored him. His plan had worked and he would be damned if he gave up this information.

"How about..." Rooster thought aloud and Jake grinned, feeling triumphant. He had them, he knew he had him. "You go fuck yourself." Guess Rooster wasn't budging. Good for him.

"Suit yourself, Bradshaw." Clutching his card against his chest like a precious treasure, Hangman turned towards Bob and urged, "What about you, Floyd?"

Bob thought about it. "I have an embarrassing photo of Rooster that I think you'll love."

"Dude!"

"Sorry, Brad. My neck is killing me."

Now, while that might not have been the most lucrative option he'd been given tonight, it was his favourite. Any chance to humiliate their gracious leader was incredibly entertaining to Jake. "Throw in dinner and it's yours."

"Done."

The card was handed over and as the generous guy he was, Bob took a picture of it and sent it into the group chat so everyone could know. It wasn't fair to hog the masseuse's details, especially since he'd thrown Bradley under the bus to get it.

Then, he sneakily sent Jake the photo in question. Drunk, only clad in his underwear and sat crying in the bath, Bradley's face was all scrunched up and had some kind of sauce down his chin as Natasha sat beside him giving the camera an amused thumbs up. He'd finished the last of the chicken nuggets and wasn't very happy about it. It was a great bargaining chip.

One by one, each pilot arrived at Y/N's door. All with aches and grumbles, which were mostly eased by the time they left. Just as Y/N was about to leave for her lunch break, another showed up. "Sorry, ma'am, am I too late?"

Y/N whipped around and took one look at Bob, unlocking the door to gesture that he could go inside. "A little, but I'm happy to help any way I can. Come on in."

Nervously, the WSO shuffled into the room and closed the door behind him, before looking up at Y/N who was watching him carefully. "Is this your first time?" she asked and he nodded, "I can explain everything when we get to it so you're not confused at any point. Let me just find the little form you have to fill out and we'll get to it. Does that sound good?"

He nodded again, his cheeks flushed slightly and Y/N couldn't stop herself from smiling as she walked back around the counter where she kept her forms, finding a new one in her top drawer that would do the trick. Grabbing pen and paper she returned, sliding them across the wooden surface towards him and pointing out the necessary bits that he needed to fill out.

"I'm guessing you're here for aches and pains like the rest of my clients today? Did you guys just get back from a mission?"

"Yes ma'am, to, uh, to both of your questions."

She chuckled softly at his awkwardness, finding it incredibly cute, and said, "Forms all done, we can go into the other room now. Is that okay - " she looked down at his form and tried to read his scribbled writing. " - Robert?"

"Most call me Bob, ma'am." He smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head in amusement as she led him to the massage room, going over what areas she should focus on as they walked.

Something about him was just so endearing to her; all nervous smiles, currently hunched shoulders, big eyes and perfect hair and... oh yeah, she hadn't even mentioned his face yet - so boyish and cute with stubble and those long lashes and his soft looking lips and.... okay, enough of that. She was smitten with him. Already.

"I'm Y/N by the way, just so you don't have to keep calling me ma'am. Feel free to relax." Bob relaxed slightly at that but soon tensed up again as she informed him, "So, what happens is that I'll give you some privacy to dress down to your comfort level and lie down then we can start the massage, okay?"

"All of my clothes?" he asked nervously, and Y/N almost felt bad. He looked so uncomfortable at the thought of being naked in front of a pretty girl.

Well, at least he was a modest gentleman; unlike the first guy she'd dealt with. Jake Seresin, she was sure his name was. That guy started stripping before she'd even exited the room.

"You can leave as much on as you want. Don't worry too much, you'll be covered by a towel for most of it," she said as she handed him a towel, left the room and waited enough time for him to change. Bob really was too polite for his own good, she thought to herself fondly.

When she knocked and returned, he was awkwardly sitting on the edge of the table, clutching the towel tight around him, clearly trying to hide the fact that he was just in his boxers. His eyes wandered around, noting the large assortment of bottles of lotion and oils on her shelves, and eventually settled onto her. "Shall we do some breathing exercises to help you relax?" she suggested cheerfully, grabbing all of his attention. "That might help a bit."

"Sorry. I'll be fine without them. It's just... just that I can't help but be nervous at the prospect of a beautiful woman touching me." He scrunched his face up when he realised what he'd blurted out. "I didn't mean it like that, ma'am. Like... you know."

His words made Y/N laugh and she placed a comforting hand on his knee, smiling reassuringly at him. "Don't sweat it. If anything, I'm flattered."

Her heart skipped a beat when he smiled shyly at her and she felt her face heat up instantly. He was adorable, so adorable, his smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach, and honestly, she never thought she would feel like that. Like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. But here they both were, their cheeks a light pink shade.

"Right. Ready?" she asked quietly, hoping to break through whatever weird mood she was suddenly stuck in. His eyes shot up at her, meeting hers for barely a second before he quickly averted his gaze.

"Uhm yeah. Yeah, I'm ready."

So, she got to it. After instructing him to lie face down, she began warming up the muscles in his back by rubbing oil onto his back, explaining each step as she did it to ease him further into a relaxed state. The warmth of the oil seemed to work its magic immediately because within minutes Bob's body was soft under her touch and his breath became slow and regular. Her hands danced lightly over every part of him, leaving little sensations in her wake along with every touch.

A tingle travelled down his spine and every single inch of skin that she touched felt like heaven; warm, comfortable, smooth. Her hands slowly moved down from Bob's shoulder blades to the lower slopes of his back, working their way down and over each vertebra, massaging it until it was completely free of knots and he was practically purring in pleasure. It was so easy, so natural, so easy to lose track of time and space and how long they spent there. Hell, he had no idea he fell asleep until she gently shook his shoulder.

"Bob? Hey, Bob."

"Hm?" His eyes blinked open sleepily and looked up at her, his expression puzzled as he glanced around his surroundings. Yep, they were the same. He was not in some dreamland still. He rubbed his face with his hands before stretching his arms above his head.

Wow! No pain! Thank god.

"Sorry I dozed off on you, Y/N."

"No need to apologise. It's a compliment, and besides, I could tell that you needed it." She gave him a lopsided grin and Bob returned one right back, feeling a little lighter than he'd expected. Maybe lighter than he'd ever felt. "I'll give you some time to redress."

And with that, she made her way to the door, not noticing how intently he beamed at her as she walked away from him. It took him a couple of seconds to snap himself out of his daze and he hastily stood up, rushing to put all of his clothes back on, as if him being speedy was somehow going to entice her or something. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling it between his fingers and desperately trying to fiddle each strand in the perfect place and make it presentable again. But to no avail.

Physically, he was better than ever. Yet, mentally and hair-wise, Bob was a mess and that wasn't where he thought the day was going. Being (professionally) felt up by a hot woman? He didn't expect that when he woke up that morning.

After putting his shirt back on, Bob stepped out of the massage room, walking over towards Y/N as soon as he saw her leaning against the wall opposite the treatment room door, playing on her phone as she was waiting for him. She looked up at him with a soft smile as soon she noticed his arrival and he was hit with the strong urge to... he didn't even know what. To wrap her up in a bear hug until the world melted away around him? To kiss her senseless until he could barely remember what it felt like to breathe? To thank her profusely and somehow return the favour? To ask her out on a date?

God, he was hopeless. He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat softly, standing in front of Y/N and staring down at her for several seconds, silently thanking the stars that he hadn't lost his voice due to his embarrassment, and finally asking, "What game are you playing?"

"I'm battling some guy called Sven on general knowledge. Happen to know how many United States Presidents have been assassinated?"

Weirdly, he did know. "Four." She raised an eyebrow so he furthered, "Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and Kennedy."

Y/N pressed that answer and cheered, "Looks like you paid attention in school," giving him a playful punch on the arm, then apologised and held where her fist had made contact, "Sorry, that wasn't very professional of me. Why don't we finish up so I don't embarrass myself further?"

He chuckled softly to himself at her antics as he followed her back to the reception area, glancing at her occasionally during the walk, enjoying the view of her figure in front of him, the small sway of her hips as she walked, her hair falling down her back in loose strands, her body moving gracefully and effortlessly. Honestly, he couldn't believe this beauty had actually touched his bare skin with those tender, delicate hands. Admittedly, he was just about to pay her for it. It wasn't out of her own willingness, but she hadn't made any remarks or compared him to his more muscly coworkers so that was a win in Bob's book.

Once his payment went through, he thought that would be the last he'd see of her - until his next appointment because of course he made a follow-up slot - yet she grabbed her bag from where she'd placed it down on their way in and followed him out of the parlour, locking the door behind her again.

"Which way are you heading, ma'am?" he asked politely as they walked, keeping pace with her, one hand buried deep in the pocket of his trousers and the other drumming on his thigh.

"Big Oasis down the road does a mean grilled cheese, want to join me?" she offered sweetly, flashing him a dazzling, albeit slightly goofy smile that made his knees weak. His brain went blank and he almost stumbled to a halt, caught up in a sea of emotions.

Was he having a stroke? He seriously doubted it. But, then again, he might've hit his head and this was all his hallucination. Maybe he'd actually died on the mission and this was heaven. Why else would she want to spend more time with him? "Y-yeah, yeah. Would love to," he stammered nervously, trying to push down the nerves building inside him, trying to keep calm and act as normal as possible. She flashed a bright grin and linked arms with him, dragging him along happily as they headed towards the cafe nearby.

They talked and talked, about everything and nothing, and Bob found himself forgetting his discomfort and worry entirely, his anxiety easing up every time he saw Y/N laughing, talking, listening intently as he spoke and smiled, her eyes twinkling brightly while he told her all about his life. "So what's a WSO exactly?" She inquired as she sipped on her coffee as she rested her chin on her folded hand, watching him closely, the corners of her lips curved upwards.

"Basically, I'm the R2D2 to Phoenix's Luke. Does that make sense?" he explained, gesturing vaguely at the air with his hands.

(Fun fact: R2D2 is actually pretty deadly as he has around 1,000,253 confirmed deaths throughout all Star wars lore. Crazy numbers for such a little guy.)

"Yeah, that's so cool," she exclaimed enthusiastically, excitement shining in her eyes as she leaned forward in her seat, leaning in closer to Bob as though she couldn't help herself. He found himself leaning forward too, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his intertwined hands as his eyes never left hers, the two of them both captivated by the conversation they were having.

Before either of them could start speaking again, the waiter arrived with their grilled cheeses, setting it down in front of them. They thanked him politely then both of them grabbed the sandwiches to take a bite out of. A moan escaped Bob's mouth and he immediately covered it with his hand, cursing himself internally when he realised how embarrassing that probably sounded.

"It's so good, right?" Y/N said excitedly between bites and Bob nodded. He was thankful she hadn't mentioned his very audible sound, and he knew if she had mentioned it, he might have ended up blushing so hard that the redness could've reached the tip of his ears. Or the tips of his nose. Probably both.

"Soooo good," he repeated and took another bite. Y/N laughed lightly at the look of bliss on his face, clearly delighted to hear that he liked it. And honestly, who wouldn't enjoy a good grilled cheese?

The pair ate and continued their conversation, discussing movies, sports, anything really, until Y/N glanced down at her watch and exclaimed, "Shit. Mrs Pilton is booked for quarter to and she might murder me if I'm late." She quickly tossed enough money on the table for both of their meals, grabbed her bag and got to her feet.

Bob couldn't help but think, 'It's over? Already?' But his mind quickly went blank as she apologised profusely and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before she hurried off. It was a simple kiss. Quick. Chaste. He had barely registered that someone had kissed him but he was glad that the sensation had lingered for just a few seconds, making his cheeks tingle and his heart race. He was pretty sure he looked like a total idiot now, unable to stop smiling, giddy from her touch, the memory of her lips still imprinted on his skin.

"See you again, Bob!" She called over her shoulder as she jogged away, leaving Bob staring after her with a big goofy smile plastered across his face. He watched as she disappeared round the corner and when the sight of Y/N vanished from view he breathed in heavily.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he spent the entire rest of his day thinking about it. He couldn't stop thinking about that girl, thinking about the way she smiled, giggled, blushed, laughed... It wasn't fair! How was he supposed to focus on his job when she constantly popped into his head?!

Luckily, they saw each other a couple of days later. Y/N was using her day off to lounge on the beach, soaking in those sun rays - reapplying the appropriate level of SPF when needed - and watching as the waves crashed onto the sand. And Bob?

Well, the members of Top Gun had made it a weekly thing to go out and play beach American football, a tradition that was loved by all who enjoyed watching buff half-naked men frolic on in the sand. They set up their game right in front of where Y/N set down her towel. Whether they had done that on purpose or not was unknown to her, but nonetheless, she was enjoying the show they were putting on. She was sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, her feet planted firmly on the sand, and her fingers fiddling with the necklace that hung loosely around her neck whilst she observed the match.

Although, she'd have to admit that one of the members had most of her attention. Bob hadn't noticed her presence yet, but he would. He would the moment he ran right in front of her to catch the ball and immediately got distracted, letting it smack him in the face and drop from his hands, landing in the sand at his feet.

"And four-eyes fumbles," Hangman yelled as he threw his arms up in the air in victory and Bob groaned in annoyance, muttering something under his breath as the ball was snatched away from his feet by... he didn't even know who. His feet were involuntarily moving towards her as if drawn to her by an invisible string which connected them and ignored his teammates behind him.

"Nice catch," she teased, resting back on her elbows as she beamed up at him in delight. Her smile was infectious, he thought, and as one tugged at his lips unconsciously too. She laughed a little at his reaction before raising the bottle of water that was lying next to her in an invitation, which he gratefully accepted before sitting down beside her.

"So I see that Mrs Pilton hasn't murdered you."

"I was one minute late and I swear she was just about to whip out a switchblade from her purse," Y/N laughed, shaking her head, and then paused when Bob shifted his body so that his legs were accidentally pressed against hers; he rested his arm on the ground and crossed his ankles as he stared at Y/N, taking in every inch of her beautiful features.

The smile she wore slowly melted his insides, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything but her, and he suddenly felt like an idiot, just gawking at her. But he couldn't help it. He was completely enthralled by her beauty, her intelligence, and, well, the whole package.

"How's your neck doing? That was the main problem area, right?" She inquired curiously as she gazed back at him expectantly, her brows furrowed slightly as she waited for an answer.

"I slept on it funny last night, but other than that, it's perfect."

Before he'd even finished his sentence, she'd shifted to her knees behind him and gently started massaging the muscles of his neck and shoulders, working in slow circles and massages, causing him to lean back and relax. She kept her fingers busy, working at the knots and tendons and muscles as she tried to get rid of any cricks that he may have suffered while sleeping.

"We can't be having my favourite pilot having any discomfort now, can we?" She chirped, continuing to work on his muscles and relaxing him further as his coworkers looked in confusion. So she got closer to his ear and whispered, "Don't tell them that."

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head amusedly at her comment. "Wouldn't dream of it," he assured her, closing his eyes as she continued, his body practically melting beneath her ministrations.

"Would you look at that, Floyd managed to swindle himself a free massage," Hangman exclaimed as he pointed to the pair of them sitting on the sand with wide smiles on their faces, the two of them looking absolutely adorable together.

"You're just annoyed that - what did you call her? - oh yeah, the 'super hot woman with magic hands' has the hots for Bob and not you," Rooster argued back, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Total bull, dude."

Hangman waved him off dismissively and turned back towards the team, getting back into play and catching the ball almost immediately. Rooster gave Bob a reassuring thumbs up and also decided to join in with the football.

"That blonde one, Jake I think his name is, he was very... confident when he came in," Y/N commented, trying to find a polite way of saying he was very forward when he'd come for his massage.

"Yeah, that's Hangman for you." Y/N chuckled quietly and shook her head in amusement at the boys before turning back towards Bob. Something flashed passed his face as he heard her laugh before he forced himself to return to his usual neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed him as he sadly offered, "I could give you his number if that's what you want or give your number to him, if you prefer it that way."

Y/N froze and quickly shook her head vigorously. "No, no. Not my type of guy." Her voice became serious and she met his gaze straight on, determination written on her features. "I would prefer to give you my number."

"Really?" His voice was slightly husky, and his eyes were searching hers for any sign of hesitation, any indication that she was just humouring him and that this was a joke. But Y/N nodded, giving him a warm smile in response.

"Really."

His lips twitched upwards as a grin began to stretch his cheeks, spreading throughout his whole face and he exclaimed, "I'll be right back," before leaping to his feet and rushing over to where he'd left his bag. He was back to her as fast as he could and handed his phone over without missing a beat. And just like that, he had her number now.

There was one more step that he wanted to do and now he knew she was at least mildly interested in him, he dared to ask, "Have you been to the new diner on the corner of Magnolia?"

"I've been meaning to. Haven't got around to it yet."

Bob grinned. "Let me pick you up at six if you're free..." He trailed off and bit his lip nervously, hoping the hint of hope in his tone went unnoticed by the girl.

"Are you asking me on a date, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am."

His eyes travelled down to her lips for a split second before snapping them up again as soon as he realised what he was doing and he cleared his throat, scratching at the nape of his neck awkwardly. The smile on her face didn't falter one bit. In fact, it only grew wider, almost blinding him with its brightness and she replied, "Only if you stop calling me ma'am."

"Would you like to get dinner with me later, Y/N?"

"I'd love to, Bob."

He let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he did so. That hadn't gone nearly as badly as he had expected it to. Maybe it would end up being okay. Maybe. Hopefully. Just maybe.

"Good. Good. Great," he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself that his luck was finally turning up, that this time things would go his way instead of the usual way his dates would: in complete failure.

Bob had no idea why his romantic ventures didn't go to plan. He didn't attempt dating often, although he tried his hardest to be a gentleman on each one, yet for some reason, the women he pursued often limited them to just the one date. Maybe he was too shy, too awkward, or perhaps too timid for them, he thought. After all, girls were usually attracted to a certain level of personality and self-esteem. And he wasn't quite sure how he measured when it came to that.

She finished with his neck with a satisfied, "There we go!" and returned to her previous seat beside him, playfully bumping their shoulders together and laughing when he repeated the action in retaliation.

Eventually, Bob returned to the game with enough pep in his step that he whipped his shirt off and threw it at her face before returning to the game just in time to catch the ball before it hit the ground. It had become increasingly harder to contain his smirk as she cheered him on enthusiastically, her eyes glimmering with delight as she clearly checked him out more than a few times.

Time passed quickly. Admittedly, it felt slower as Phoenix demanded that Bob give her a full run down. Why hadn't he told her about the pair of them? She could've put in a good word and set up a date much sooner as Natasha had gone to Y/N's parlour the day after Bob. Hell, he could've had less time twiddling his thumbs and not interacting with Y/N.

Still, before he knew it, Bob was driving to Y/N's apartment. He'd only realised ten minutes before he planned to leave that he'd offered to pick her up, and therefore, needed to know where she lived. But that was okay, he sent her a quick message.

Unknown: Forgot to ask, where do you live?

Shit. He had her number. She didn't have his.

Unknown: This is Bob by the way.

Bob: Not some creep that is asking for your location.

Bob: Sorry if that worried you.

Y/N glanced down at her phone, one hand applying her lipstick, the other reaching to type back to him her correct address with a winky face added on the end.

Surprisingly (to Bob), the date went amazingly. They'd spent several hours talking, drinking and eating, mostly talking though. After a couple of drinks, he'd found himself opening up to her quite easily and sharing with her about his personal life, which had surprised him. He rarely ever shared such personal details with anyone.

Yet, somehow the words seemed to flow easily from him. As if they had always belonged there somewhere inside of him, waiting for someone to pluck them from the depths of his mind and bring them out to the light of day for once. Y/N listened, never pushing him to say anything he wasn't ready to share and simply sat and listened, taking mental notes as he spoke. She sat with her head firmly resting on the palm of her hand, gazing dreamily at him, making him blush slightly every time his eyes met hers.

"Sorry, excuse me." Bob halted what he was saying as one of the waitresses had come up to them. "We're closing in ten minutes. Just to let you know."

"Holy shit, it feels as if we just got here," Y/N stated as she took a look around the restaurant. Yeah, it was mostly empty and she could see how dark it was outside. So they paid and made their way outside.

The street lamps cast a glow over the sidewalk and the buildings surrounding them, bathing everything in warm orange light. A soft breeze blew past them sending the wind against their bodies causing an involuntary shiver to go through Y/N's body, which was immediately noticed by her date who reached out and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

It was almost like something out of a movie. A perfect rom-com moment. A spark of excitement ignited inside her chest. She might have a little trouble believing in clichés if it wasn't for the man standing next to her, and like a true gentleman, he leaned down slightly, his head almost resting atop of hers as he whispered, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

In fact, it was better than okay. When they reached her front door and finally disconnected, his warmth was sorely missed. She stood on the porch in silence with him, both unsure exactly what to say next. Finally, unable to take it anymore, she asked, "Would you like to come inside?" and he politely declined, coming up with some half-baked excuse about early training in the morning.

Then he did the exact same thing on their next date. And the one after that. And the one after that. On their fifth date, she didn't ask. When they got out of his car to walk to her front door, she nonchalantly inquired, "Can I take a look at your keys?" and hurried inside when they were in her possession. He had to follow her in.

There was no way he could resist her sweet voice that beckoned him towards her and he followed obediently, a goofy grin on his face as she teasingly waved his car keys at him from the middle of her living room. "Is the inside of my house as big and scary as you thought?" she teased, wrapping one arm around his shoulder and the other slyly stuffing his keys in his back pocket before it joined the other.

Instead of verbally responding, he cradled her cheeks and gently pulled her into a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of passion he possessed into it. There was nothing tentative or careful about the way he kissed her, no hesitation at all as his tongue slipped between her lips and tasted her sweetness for the very first time.

They'd shared quick pecks and cheek kisses before but nothing like this. Never like this. No doubts about his feelings, no doubts about what he wanted. There was just pure, unbridled lust and desire flowing through him like a raging river.

Her hands slowly trailed down his back, her nails dragging softly across the material, making him shudder involuntarily. She broke away from him, gasping softly at the feeling of him pressing her against a wall, one hand resting on her hip and the other on the side of her head.

"Are you sure?" she questioned, biting her lip anxiously as she looked up at him. "I gave you back your keys if you want to leave."

A slow, lazy grin spread across his lips. "If I want to leave? Oh Y/N, darlin, I couldn't even if I tried." His gaze fell upon her swollen lips, then to her cleavage, then to her waist, then to her eyes, before finally settling upon her lips again, his eyes darting back up to meet hers for a brief second as if asking permission to continue. "You know I wouldn't dream of leaving you tonight. You're stuck with me for now."

He pulled her flush against his body, letting their bodies fit perfectly together, his hands resting protectively on her hips, their lips barely touching. Their noses bumped into each other occasionally, neither wanting to break the connection. Y/N let out a small, amused chuckle. She loved it when Bob acted so confident and bold, so completely unlike the reserved guy she usually dealt with. "I like this side of you, Lieutenant," she confessed, placing her delicate lips along his jawline, kissing him softly as his breathing sped up. Her fingers played with the bottom hem of his shirt while she continued whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

His fingers were tangled in her hair now, tugging lightly at it, urging her to keep doing whatever she was doing. She complied, smiling as she began to feel him firmly pressed against her stomach through her dress. His hand travelled to her waist, caressing the curve of it, her breasts pressed closely against him.

"Oh god, Y/N," he groaned as the sensation grew and multiplied. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to feel her skin, but restrained himself in fear of being too forceful and ruining the moment before it began. It felt almost like he was holding his breath. Every part of his body was screaming for him to push her down onto the sofa and ravish her right then and there, but the rational side of him was trying to make him stop. But the rational side was overruled, and his desire to be with her increased tenfold.

"You okay, Bobby?" she queried tentatively as she pulled away from him just enough to allow her to peer into his eyes. Even in the dim lighting of her flat, he could see the concern etched in the lines of her face, evident even as they remained locked together in a tender gaze. "Do you want to go slower?"

Slowly? How could he explain, in mere words, all the emotions coursing through him at that moment? The sheer desire that filled every cell in his being and caused his blood to race at the slightest contact with hers? All the love that was building up inside of him, threatening to burst? The way she was so intimidatingly sexy to him. No words would or could suffice. The way his whole body was humming with need was far more eloquent than words ever could express.

But, he tried. "You're way too beautiful and I'm preoccupied with, uh, 'not performing', if you catch my drift," he admitted with a slight chuckle. "The sight of you makes my brain short circuit and in the past, it's been known to not...work."

Y/N was taken aback for a second and then she laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "Well, you don't seem to have that problem tonight," she pointed out as she looked down at his crotch, which clearly showed that his doubts were unfounded tonight. He hadn't even realised. It was true, any notion of not being able to get it up was thrown out the window.

"Oh, fuck."

Never before had Y/N thought someone cursing could be so hot to her ears. She couldn't help the giggle that came bursting from her throat, nor could she help the grin stretching across her lips when his head shot up, staring in wonderment as his pupils dilated and a rosy tinge appeared on his cheeks. "You're so hot, I swear. It's unbelievable," she muttered as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and yanked his hips towards her face, searching his eyes for confirmation that he wanted her to continue.

With no hesitation, he nodded and she unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers off slowly and running her fingers along the noticeable bulge in his underwear. "Would've done this after our first date" she said, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on his clothed cock which elicited a low growl of pleasure from his throat.

"What do you want, Lieutenant?" she breathed out heavily as her lips brushed against his member causing him to shiver. She pulled away slowly to give him a seductive smile as she gazed into his intense eyes that seemed as though they were going to devour her whole. "Tell me what you want."

Without another word spoken by either of them, gently pushed her backwards until she was settled on her elbows, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside before he got to his knees between her thighs. Slowly but surely, he trailed his hands up her legs, bunching the fabric of her dress around his wrists as they travelled higher and higher, exposing more and more of her skin. Yet, she took his chin between her fingers and tilted his head to look at her as she declared, "I said tell me, not show me," taking her hand away as she waited for his response.

"I want to feel you, to taste you. I just want you. Need you. All of you." He punctuated each sentence with a peck to her thigh, getting closer to where she needed him most. "I don't need any warming up it seems."

That was a better answer than she'd ever imagined hearing, because it proved to her that he did, indeed, want her as much as she wanted him. And she was willing to give him anything he desired.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Lieutenant."

"You have no idea what you do to me when you call me that," he groaned, reaching for her panties and slowly pushing them down her legs before throwing them carelessly aside.

Both hands gripping tightly onto her hips, he guided her legs further apart and pressed his lips into the crevice of her thighs, kissing and licking along the sensitive flesh before teasing her clit with his tongue. "Fuck darlin," he gasped as his warm breath hitched in his throat, unable to tear his lips away from her. "Somehow you taste better than you look."

It didn't take long for Y/N to find herself moaning uncontrollably underneath him as his mouth sucked and licked along her core. Every inch of her was aching for more, craving to feel more of him inside of her. She moaned louder as his thumb gently stroked her clit while his tongue circled her entrance, causing her to arch her back and bite her lip to stifle her cries. As she writhed beneath his ministrations, Bob knew he would never tire of watching her squirm because of him. He felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness well up inside of him, and as his tongue continued to explore her core with deep, thorough strokes, it only added fuel to the fire burning behind his eyes, consuming his every thought.

She felt like the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on and he was determined to worship every inch of her body and make her feel absolutely amazing. He pulled away momentarily to catch a better glimpse at how dishevelled she'd become, a bright blush coating her cheeks as she panted heavily above him. Her hair was a mess and sweat lined her brow, her dress straps having fallen loosely down her biceps as one leg hung over his shoulder. "God," he breathed out as he stared at her, feeling as though his entire world stopped as his gaze lingered on every imperfection and freckle decorating her skin.

"Having fun, Bobby?" she teased as she brushed some of her wetness from his bottom lip with her thumb. His breathing became laboured immediately as his arousal grew impossibly larger.

And it somehow increased even more when she quickly whipped her dress off and backed herself further on the bed, turning to hook her finger under his chin to beckon him towards her, which he did as if he had no will of his own, his body instinctively following along and looming over hers. Her palms slid down his chest and stomach, her nails scraping gently against his toned stomach muscles, flirting with a low, "You're a total dreamboat, Lieutenant."

Arousal pulsing hotly throughout his body, he down to trail kisses up her stomach to reach the juncture of her neck, his movements became less gentle and instead more desperate, leaving marks that would hopefully remain forever.

When she arched her back, he took the opportunity to find the clasp of her bra and unhook it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor and revealing her breast to him. He inhaled sharply through his nose, his heart pounding loudly against his ribcage as he ran his thumb gently across her nipple, his mouth watering as it hardened under his touch.

"So perfect," he whispered huskily to himself as he captured her breasts in his grasp, sucking greedily on one and squeezing the other in his hand as his erection throbbed painfully against her belly, reminding him that he needed to finish what he had started. "Do you have condoms?"

"I'm on the pill."

Oh. He knew what that implied.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he groaned hoarsely as he had to free himself of his underwear to reach around her waist, trying to pull her against his hardening shaft, eager to enter her as soon as possible, only stopping when he heard her chuckle. In a hurt, almost shy, voice, he inquired, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's weird to hear you swear."

Thank god she wasn't laughing at what he thought she was laughing at. He'd never get over that.

"I'm a grown man. I swear all the time," he replied defensively, although there was no real animosity in his tone.

Teasingly, she retorted, "Sure thing, baby."

Despite what people might think, Bob had quite the pottymouth. Especially in the heat of passion, which was something Y/N would find out firsthand when he entered her. His lips suddenly found their way to her neck as he slowly pushed his cock into her once again, groaning at the contact, "Holy shit. Fuck. Such a tight cunt."

"Such a dirty mouth, Robert," she remarked dryly, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his brown locks. He grunted softly, tightening his grip around her waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and he moved his hips in slow, calculated motions, causing small gasps and sighs to escape from Y/N's lips.

Seemingly having found the correct angle that he wanted when he heard her let out an involuntarily loud moan, he reared back and pulled her legs up so they were resting on his shoulders as he began to thrust deep and hard in the exact spot he'd just found that drove her wild. He held his rhythm as his eyes fell shut, revelling in every sound she was making; her whimpers, her moans and her pleasurable groans filling the room and echoing throughout the apartment building.

"Think this pussy was made for me, huh?" he chuckled as he continued to move faster than before as he pumped his hips furiously, his hands travelling down between her legs to hold one of her inner thighs while keeping the other positioned over his shoulder.

After spending countless nights fantasising about touching her, seeing her like this was one of the greatest experiences he could possibly have. It had taken every ounce of strength in his body not to come right then and there.

With a grunt, Bob pulled out and slammed right back into her, causing the both of them to cry out in pleasure. He couldn't help the huge grin on his face, completely overcome with euphoria as he looked at her flushed, panting, naked form lying beneath him. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her like that.

Feeling the need to kiss her, he let her legs fall and cradled her cheek, pressing their lips together hungrily as he pounded into her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine as she moaned his name against his lips.

"Baby...you are so fucking good," he grunted roughly, pulling back slightly so that he could stare at her in wonderment, which was reflected in her eyes too as she beamed up at him.

Bob had a fresh sheen of sweat covering his entire body, his normally perfect hair was a complete mess and he was fairly certain he had drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Or maybe that was remnants of her. Probably both. Plus, he had a totally fucked out, glazed over look behind his fogged up glasses, which he eventually got sick of and threw on the pile of their mixed up clothes. He was a flushed, beautiful mess.

"You make me feel so good. Generally. Not just when I'm balls deep in you, baby. Like, talking to you, loving the sound of your laugh, your smile, it's all addictive," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together, unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face.

As much as it scared him, he was falling. And he was falling fast.

Y/N wrapped her arms tighter around his broad shoulders and nuzzled the space between his jaw and his ear, planting soft kisses on his jawline as she whispered seductively, "Oh Lieutenant, I'm so close," and clutched at his dishevelled locks.

He groaned, unable to stop himself from digging his fingers into her hips and pumping even harder than before as he bit his lower lip tightly, fighting the urge to explode. He was so close, but he wanted to see her face when she finally lost control, wanted to watch that mesmerising expression when she came undone, wanted to see her beg for him and scream out his name. But the only way he could do that is if she came undone first.

So without further ado, he plunged deep into her once more and let out a guttural whine as she cried out loudly in pure bliss, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him and her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. She clung onto him for dear life, her nails gripping into his back, the pain igniting a wave of excitement inside him as he could feel her walls clamp tight around him and the intense sensations were too much.

His head lolled forwards as his vision blurred more than usual, and he could barely register anything as he felt himself coming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he whined her name, and he didn't care if anyone heard or saw him repeating her name over and over again in the middle of the night, he didn't care if he woke up an army of people with his voice because he was crazy for this woman.

It seemed to him as if she owned every single cell of his being. As he finished his release deep within her, he collapsed onto her chest, letting out several heavy breaths, still holding her close. His face was still pressed against the gap between her breast, listening to her heart hammering wildly against her chest with each breath that she took as she ran her fingers through his now tousled hair.

"R2D2 can fuck."

"Shut up, darlin."

She snorted lightly but said nothing else, the pair of them settling into silence as Y/N absentmindedly played with his hair as they lay in the afterglow. After some time had passed, she spoke up timidly.

"Lieutenant."

"Hmmm?" he hummed lazily, not lifting his head as his arms remained firmly locked around her waist. He couldn't bring himself to move. Everything was just too perfect.

"Bet you're glad you didn't give my number to Hangman, huh?"

His eyes shot open as his brain kicked into high gear and he lifted his head slightly, raising himself above her to kiss her once again passionately. "Yeah," he said breathlessly between kisses, "I am very glad I didn't."

Next Chapter: Relaxed

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ggebba · 1 month

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I’m not the anon who originally asked in your latest post,however it’d be amazing if you did more content similar to the ask about Russian culture, specifically the dating and social normalities. I loved your advice! I’m going to spend my summer in St. Petersburgo next year with a sports program I applied to and I found your advice to be extremely helpful! It seems as though Russia has such distinct social aspects that if you are unaware can possibly give others a bad impression of you and it actually reminds me of the way things are in my culture 😁

Once again, a very interesting question. I have thought it over and decided that it is possible to highlight some "wishes" for foreigners coming to Russia. Russia is not such a harsh country that there is something very different from good manners in any other country, but there are certain "unspoken rules" and recommendations.

1. The most important and amusing item on this list is "don't smile for no reason". Russians "give" smiles to their friends and family members. Therefore, you should not accidentally smile at strangers when you are in public transportation or shopping. Russians have a saying, "smiling for no reason is a sign of stupidity." Just like we have no such thing as “small talk”. For a Russian person, it is not considered polite, rather you are invading personal space or taking up time. Be polite, but do not violate the personal boundaries of strangers.

(This is no time to smile 😁)

2. Russians themselves do not mind saying a few unflattering words about our country and the authorities in it. But this does not mean that such a thing will be forgiven to anyone else but the locals themselves.

In general, the topic of politics is very complicated and it is better not to bring it up.

3. In Russia, you should always carry an identity document. As a foreigner, you must carry a passport with a valid visa.

Random checks by the police are not uncommon, especially in Moscow. If you do not have your identification document with you when you are stopped by the police, you are in serious trouble.

4. In Russian apartments and houses it is customary to take off your shoes at the threshold and change into slippers or simply walk around in socks. In any case, do not walk inside the house in shoes.

5. This is closer to the advice. Do not buy food at train stations or nearby stalls. Because you do not know what you will get in the next station stall with pirozhki: whether the food of the gods for ridiculous money, or a severe test for the entire digestive system. Experienced travelers advise not to take risks and buy food only in chain establishments/cafes/restaurants.

6. Do not shake hands with gloves on unless you want to offend the person you are greeting. It is considered extremely impolite to leave your gloves on when greeting someone with a handshake. Also, never shake hands over the threshold, as Russians see this as bad luck.

7. You should never make jokes about mom (your own/other people's) in any context. It is considered highly offensive.

8. Do not go to a guest's house empty-handed. If you are invited to someone's home for dinner or a visit, it is considered very rude to show up empty-handed. Bring a small gift-a bottle of wine, flowers, a dessert, or a small toy for the children. Russians pride themselves on preparing exquisite meals for their guests, and showing up without a small token of appreciation is a sign that you don't care.

9. Flowers are given in odd numbers. Never give a dozen roses, for example. Even numbers are for funerals.

10. In cultural places (museums, exhibitions, galleries, theaters, etc.) try to choose more strict clothes. You simply may not be allowed into the museum if you are dressed too revealingly.

11. Do not disrespect the church/religion. Russia has a law protecting the feelings of believers. Religion is taken seriously here. Any religion.

12. In Russia, medicine is free (ambulance, doctor's appointments, etc.). But often, if you have a minor illness, such as flu, you can simply go to a pharmacy and ask for flu medicine. Many of our medicines are sold without a prescription.

When you walk around Russia, people may seem unfriendly to you. They tend to walk without a smile and look straight ahead, but if you get to know Russians, they are the friendliest and most hospitable people you will ever meet 😁 trust me)

Please, try to learn basic words in Russian "thank you", "please", hello, bye, etc. If you ask for something, always add the word "please". Without it, the sentence becomes orderly and people may not like it very much. Politeness is the key to everything! 🥰

And don't be afraid to ask passers-by for help. In big cities, a lot of people know English. If anything, they'll explain everything to you with gestures, and sometimes even walk you to your destination. In 2018, during the World Cup, I myself often helped foreigners with advice. With some of them I went as far as Luzhniki Stadium. We had fun chatting with guys from Germany. It was a fun time.

I hope I have answered your question 😊

Good luck with your studies and I hope you enjoy Russia in general and St. Petersburg in particular!

#ask me anything

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manyothermusingsofmine · 1 month

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Quick Step || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: None (let me know)

Wordcount: 3013

Summary: Miranda got upgraded to a new opponent and uh she's having A Time TM about it.

Cause trying not to love you, only makes me love you more

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She had about ten more minutes before she actually needed to be in the danger room for the session she very much didn't want to have. Clutching onto the staff she had recently been given at Gambit's recommendation, Miranda was trying to strong will herself into not just turning the other way when a voice came from somewhere behind her

'Sugar? What are ya standing by the door for, actin' like it's gonna sprout teeth to bite ya?"

Sure, have Rogue see this, that would definitely stop this feeling of being pathetic that rang through her torso. Shooting a sideway glance at Rogue, Miranda clung onto the staff like it was her only lifeline left in the in the world.

"… Think there's still a chance for me to book it to the nearest church and beg for sanctuary? Do they still do that?"

"Thought ya weren't religious?"

"I'm not, but this might be the day that changes."

Rogue rolled her eyes at that, though it was far more out of amusement than anything else. If the girl really thought she could just vanish out of an appointment like this she was sorely mistaken. Watching as Miranda made absolutely zero progress in getting a move on, she placed her hands on her sides.

"Oh for heaven's sake, girl, just go in. Standing 'round here worrying what's waiting for ye on the other side of the door ain't helping anyone, now. Go on, or need I make ye go myself?!"

“Okay, okay, fine, damn; I get the hint!” Miranda snapped, her response fueled by her nerves.

Entering by herself instead of being dragged in by another resident of the mansion didn't mean she entered the danger room with any more confidence to her, and whatever she did had sank a little at seeing Kurt stand there. Yeah, okay. Facing a swordsman. What could possibly go wrong? Aside from just about everything.

"Och, meine Freundin, you seem even paler than usual. Are you feeling alright?"

"As alright as anyone can feel having to face someone with three swords."

"That I didn't bring."

".... Come again?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly feeling at ease in the room as he claimed his space there, tail lightly and calmly swishing around him. He looked at her with a light smile on his face; was that because he was glad she showed up when she really felt like bolting several times over before even starting?

"I'm not bringing swords to a staff fight; that doesn't seem very fair with you being a beginner."

Miranda quirked an eyebrow at that, taking one hand off the staff so she could twirl it with the other, easily making it go airborne and catching it on the way down. With a similar ease she flipped it over her shoulders, letting her wrists rest on the staff while shifting her weight to her hip.

".... Not that much of a beginner. Impressive."

"Yeah well," she huffed, "turns out Gambit's favorite variety of lies is 'by omissions,' so I guess he got us both there. If you didn't bring swords, what did you bring?"

"Myself."

She blinked twice at him, not really following where he was going with this whole thing. If this was meant to be some kind of weapon training, then him not having any didn't seem fair either. He said nothing, merely shifting to a position where he held out his hand, gesturing at her to come and attack. Okay. sure. She could do that. Could she? Did she want to?

"Well, wait, hold on a minute. Just exactly what is off limits here? Are we using our powers?"

"I'm not."

"How wonderfully vague that leaves me on my end, but fine, and you sure you don't want to run out and grab a weapon? This hardly seems reasonable if I'm supposed to attack an unarmed-"

"Miranda," how did he manage to sound both so polite and so firm at the same time- However he did it, it shut her up immediately as he continued; "you're stalling."

Okay, fine. Actually, not fine; she didn't want to do this if he was unarmed from the start. Maybe that was why her attack was so halfhearted that Kurt avoided it completely by smoothly stepping aside.

"Ach, Drifting, please, I do expect a little better from someone who I've been told 'fights like a stray street cat once cornered'. Gambit's words, not mine,” he ended as a conclusion, and though it was clearly meant to be critique on her choice the tone of his voice was calm and polite

A deep sigh left her, as she slowly turned back around to him. That had been incredibly easy to dodge, but.....

"I don't want to hurt you."

She was so soft and genuine about it that Kurt couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at it ever so slightly, but he shook it off because in reality, that made the root issue clear. What if the opponent didn't give her the luxury of that choice?

"We deal with more than just Sentinels eager to destroy us. Sometimes it's other mutants we have to fight, for a myriad of reasons. If we happen to need to restrain or help a mutant who's just discovering their mind control abilities, there's a high chance you'll end up fighting someone you don't want to face off against. I want you to feel like you can hold you own in a situation like that; for your own sake."

He had been calmly and slowly approaching her, in no rush to be anywhere as he gave her a soft, reassuring smile. As soon as he felt like he had eased her mind a little, mischief started to mix itself into the smile.

He grabbed onto the staff, pushing backwards with enough force and direction to make her spin around. Getting his hand in between her and her grip on the weapon he easily twirled her hand around until it made her let go of the staff, gently pushing her off balance and claiming the weapon for himself by grabbing hold of it with his tail. As she wobbled for a moment to regain her footing, he calmly held the staff to his shoulder like it was the lower part of an umbrella.

"Besides," he said, an airy tone to his voice in order to lighten the mood, "I sincerely hope you don't assume I got where I am just by batting my eyelashes at the right people. I appreciate that you don't want to hurt me, truly; but I've been through far worse than a danger room fight with a newcomer."

"... they just gave me that," Miranda huffed, realizing how much of a completely valid call out that was as the heat of shame burned in her cheeks, "the staff."

"I'll be honest, I don't feel much for seeing you claw and bite your way out of a fight to the death today. You don't want to hurt your friend? Disarm them instead."

She exhaled sharply, something in her attitude towards this whole thing changing. At the very least, he deserved to be treated with the same respect she had for any of the Xmen and the genuine hard work they put in- and for her to put in the effort as well.

But charging with the appropriate valor did nothing as he blocked her, redirecting her energy by twisting, turning and flowing all with the pure grace of a gymnast. He guided her along his back, half spinning her by the end to throw her off balance once again, with her desperately trying to stay on her feet. Tossing the staff into his hand, he used his tail to spin her back around his way.

"I do have to say," he started, blocking her hand as it reached towards the weapon and easily guiding her backward by moving his feet in between hers so she had no choice but to back up, "our Cajun Freund was right about one thing-"

Hooking his foot right behind one of her heels he fully tripped her up, only to easily and gently catch her with his tail so she didn't actually fall flat on the floor

"Your footwork is really poor."

For a moment she didn't respond, needing to comprehend just how easy it had been for him to change her trajectory like he had- and how all of a sudden it actually sank in just how physically capable he was- had she really never noticed before just how much power he held behind his kind nature and gentle touch? She tried to ban the thought out of her head and resummon her focus

"... Okay, first of all, he called it horrendous. Secondly, how am I supposed to overpower you when you could easily throw me across the room if you wanted to?!"

"I was trying to be nice about it; and it has nothing to do with brute strength. Here," his tail pushing her back up on her feet while he held his arm out to her, "let me show you. Put your wrist against mine. The opposing one."

She wanted to give some kind of dry remark to that, but the soft look in his golden eyes made it die down in the back of her throat and she just sighed, following his instructions. He simply and slowly showed how he rolled and hooked his hand over her wrist, giving it little choice but to go in the direction he wanted it to turn.

"Try it."

She mirrored what he did, surprised when his wrist reacted much the same way and obeyed the direction she send it in.

".... And how do I know that's not you going easy on me to give me a false victory?"

"Because I would never patronize you like that. It has nothing to do with strength and all with how to block and dodge. As for Gambit, minus the decorative ways he uses to asses you, he is right. You leave your flanks wide open, your footwork needs quite a bit of help, and for a mutant so dependent on her peripheral and perception you tend to focus so hard your mind becomes a one way track dead set on completing the task at hand. Which begs the question; how did you beat Gambit?"

"By playing dirty?"

"By taking enough time to think about your plan of attack. When put under pressure you have enough insight to whisk yourself away from the line of fire to assess what your plan of attack should be. You need to start doing the same for your defense. I truly don't care how dishonorably you get out of any given fight you're in; I just want you getting out. Alive. Because I don't want to see you hurt."

Her gaze went to the ground, a small sigh leaving her as she knew he spoke the truth with the same kindness he always possessed, and her breathing seemed to ease up a little when his feedback came caveated with compliments.

"Und so," he said as he easily stepped back, twirling the staff in his hand, "challenge still stands. Want this back? Disarm me."

Okay, he knew that was never going to happen, right? ... Eh, it was worth another try if she followed his instructions and advice.

Though knowing what she was doing and what she was up against didn't mean it was suddenly easy for her to copy him. Sure, she now managed to actually turn the tides a few times, making his limbs bend to the direction she wanted to go instead of being rag dolled around with no control over the situation, but her staff remained tantalizingly just out of her reach, constantly pulled away from her grasp as she felt like she was just about to actually reach it.

Kurt even managed to use it against her, guiding the staff along her lower back and grabbing onto the end he wasn't holding yet before pulling her in and closing what gap was left between them. He had her caught- did he?

Ignoring the way her heart had skipped a beat when they were suddenly chest to chest, she seemingly trapped herself further by pulling her arms in close and dropping them down, but it was only to twist and hook both around his hands as she gave a sharp pull upwards.

He dropped the staff; and thats where she realised she had miscalculated where he would drop it. It pretty much immediately rolled under her own feet, completely tripping her up. Kurt reacted faster; grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her back the way she came- as her own feet crisscrossed each other he gave her a slight twirl and caught her in his other arm as if they had ended a dance routine in a dramatic dip.

"Don’t worry; I've got you."

Dance- it really had felt like that, and not like a slow waltz which seemed like the more logical choice for the resident German. It had felt much more like a ballet routine with a partner, or- or a tango.... When had this room become so incredibly, uncomfortably warm? She found herself suddenly, genuinely, deeply concerned that he could somehow hear her heartbeat as it raced in her chest and almost seemed to throb against her ribcage. That was just from the exercise and fear of falling at the end, right? Right?!

"Miranda?"

"Please don't drop me."

She mentally facepalmed at just how damn obvious of a request that was. Of course he wasn't going to drop her; if he didn't care about keeping her from falling on the ground he wouldn't have caught her in the first place

"I won't," he answered in a soft, warm tone, gently pulling her back up, paying it little mind that she held onto his other arm as she still felt wobbly on her feet.

'We are so close together right now; it would be so easy to kiss him,' and at that thought from somewhere in the back of her skull her entire brain just absolutely panicked.

She tapped the arm she was holding three times, handing the victory to him. Before he could see how the heat was tinting her face red, her invisibility switched on as it finally realized it had to do damage control on the situation, all while her brain was somewhere in the middle of just panic screaming and hard crashing and- She had to get out of here. Now.

Shoving her foot under the staff on the floor as she walked towards it, she smoothly kicking it up and grabbed it while b-lining it for the door; hitting the button to open the mechanical door with her fist.

"Miranda," she heard him call after her, "are you alright?"

God, he sounded so sweet and concerned it almost felt criminal to- would some braincell deign to formulate a damn response instead of leaving him hanging like that?!

"... Uhuh," she responded, sounding as if she was in a daze, and she hoped that later on that would help in playing the whole thing off as another bout of nausea and vertigo instead of- Her mind almost hissed at her to not repeat it, slipping out the door and finding somewhere to hide out until her heart stopped feeling like it wanted to leap out of her chest.

Kurt just stood there, gaze to the side for a moment as he thought of what happened and what made her rush out like that all of a sudden- Oh. Uhm…

As red heat mixed with blue fur, the slightest hint of purple dusted itself onto his cheeks. Maybe he had overstepped some boundary by how close this fighting style required people to be. If that was the case, he better apologize to her about it later. Or now. Sticking around here wasn't going to help much either way. He waited until the heat in his cheeks left, opening the door only to immediately run into Gambit. Wait, into who?

"... Weren't you supposed to be otherwise occupied?"

"Oui," Remy calmly responded, arms lazily draped over his chest as he stepped out of the way and leaned against a wall, "in about an hour or so- Did Gambit fail to mention that?"

"Wh- Oh, are you for real?! What was this whole set up for, then?!"

"Gambit does genuinely want your opinion on her skills, is all."

"... Well, it's as your own commentary says; flanks, footwork, one track mind. But she's a quick learner, once she's willing to listen and stops putting herself down."

"So can you help her?"

"Of course I can," Kurt answered with a small smile, as Remy barely moved from his spot while observing the blue mutant. The Cajun couldn't keep a small amused huff of air from escaping him, only slightly distracted by something rather telling.

"Well, if you're wanting to be ‘professional teacher lingo’ about this," and with his index finger, middle finger and thumb he grabbed onto Kurt's tail to stop it from wagging like it was, "you gotta stop doing that, mon ami. It's giving you away."

As it went from happy puppy wagging to cat deeply offended you dared to touch them, Gambit let go as soon as he felt the tail giving even the slightest hint that it was going to yank itself back, lest it would fling him down the corridor instead.

"Let go," Kurt said firmly while pulling his tail back to himself, "don't you have somewhere better to be?"

"Don't you?"

".... Shut up," and with that Kurt disappeared in a puff of purple smoke to get out of the conversation, leaving Gambit there laughing to himself.

"Ai, mon ami, sounds like Drifting is starting to be an influence on you. In more ways than one," he said just to himself now, before pushing himself off the wall and leaving to tend to his own business.

#Drifting writes things

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Road to 2nd Edition

Hey everybody. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something here—because, simply put, there was no more that needed saying. Toonpunk went out the door, it was a very modest success, I posted some lore updates, and then I turned my attention towards other things. I’ve kept myself very busy the last few years in many ways, including a slew of game design projects—some of which already saw publication, and some of which are so ludicrously expensive that a modest success just isn’t gonna pay for em. I didn’t want to go back to kickstarter, so making money for those is most of what I’ve been doing.

Since the debut of the original toonpunk I made a few little content modules for my own use, in line with my original vision for a product line. And, starting about a year ago, I had a pretty shocking realization: as much as I loved it when it came out, the me of 2022, doesn’t like the game I made in 2017. There were a lot of little things that I felt were lacking, or insubstantial, or not very funny, or maybe a little clumsy mechanically. Plus, its politics stank with the naivite of a 21-year-old liberal who hadn’t yet discovered the golden path to Marxism. So, I started work on a simple project: integrate a lot of the modules I’d made for my own amusement, get some more art, rewrite the flavor text, and release the package as Toonpunk 2nd Edition. 2npunk, if you will.

I’ll be keeping a dev diary here to let you all know how it’s coming along. To fill you in on the new stuff. I’ll be posting the whole finished product here one day, and here’s the first piece of news: it’s going to be absolutely free at point of purchase, with a pay-what-you-want option if you just really feel like you gotta gimme some money. Maybe pessimistically—I say realistically—I’ve just given up on the idea that this game is ever gonna make a dime. But I think it can keep a lot of people entertained, so that’s what I’m gonna angle towards. More on that after the break.

So on that note I’d like to talk about one of the smaller changes I made, that’s also turned out to be one of the more expensive and creatively satisfying ones. In the original Toonpunk book, there’s a list of example player characters near the back. These include statlines and gear recommendations for people who want to play specific kinds of characters. It was—to put it generously—done with the resources I had at the time, and it shows.

Look at that. Very humdrum. There’s a fair bit of information there but it all kinds of blends together and it doesn’t really grab the imagination. One of the first things I learned, selling this book store-to-store across America, is that—simply put—people like pictures. For whatever reason I didn’t realize how important illustrations are to making an idea seem tangible in the reader’s imagination. So I knew, going into this, I wanted to splurge a little bit and make the player character templates really sparkle. I wanted each one to have more space, more items, and most importantly more style. So, without further ado, here are 5 of the 9 that are included in the full game.

Each one is dripping with style and character. With almost all of these — notable exceptions being the field boss and the big guy — I basically just handed the archetype description and a few notes (needs to be carrying this kind of weapon, needs to have this kind of build) to the artist and told them go apeshit. That’s why there’s all these diverse and exciting styles on display here. The only overriding artistic decision I came down really hard about is that I wanted them all to be in monochrome. I like grayscale art, a whole helluva lot; I think it lets a line artist’s work really shine. Plus, you can color it in however you want.

I’ll be back later to talk about some of the changes to character progression —which now involves managing your character’s growing reputation, to get a bunch of special perks. If you like what you’ve seen so far...stay tooned!

#tabletop gaming #game design #Cartoons #cyberpunk

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Arknights - Won't you look at me? (Liang Xun / Lee) - Chapter 3

Rating: T (this chapter), E / M (whole story)

Word Count: 1609 (this chapter), 11117 (whole story)

Summary: The person he’s spent his entire life looking at has finally noticed him and returned his feelings. A lifelong dream come true. Lee should have already been satisfied with just this. There was no need to monopolize his attention. But he still wanted it.

Notes: Again, the fourth chapter is basically just smut, so you can skip straight to the Extra chapter after this if that's not your jam :)

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Extra

Chapter 3

The next few days were uneventful. Sort of. Lee did manage to keep himself busy visiting all the places Du Yaoye recommended to him. Honestly, he never realized you could put this much thought into how you dressed. Not that he didn’t personally care at all, but his usual approach was to pick a few favorites and stick to it. Fortunately, Miss Du’s advice is very clear, concise, and mindful of Lee’s own preferences. So Lee finds that he has something different to wear every day. He thinks that he’s doing an ok job so far. A few people have even given him compliments during his usual walks around Shangshu. But just like last week, Liang Xun is nowhere to be found.

On one occasion, the carp finally decides to pay him a visit again while he’s at work, if only to drop off some lunch for him. Liang Xun is thankful but just like that night before Lee notices the way he’s avoiding eye contact more than usual. As he watches the other man wave goodbye and fade back into the crowd of busy government workers, Lee clicks his tongue. Today he loses again it seems.

He tried again the next day. And the day after. And the one after that. He made sure he never interfered with the other person’s work, but it wasn’t wrong for him to stop by and visit right? However, the results never changed. In fact, it only seemed to get worse over time. Liang Xun had gone from acting evasive to outright avoiding him. He hasn’t visited him again ever since that first night. Today, it wasn’t even him who showed up to receive his own lunch. To Lee’s dismay, he had sent an assistant to pick it up for him, who to be fair, profusely apologized for the other man’s absence. She tells him that Mr. Liang is especially busy at this time as he needs to ensure that the conference ends with a strong positive impression on everyone’s mind. Lee can only nod politely and hand her the container in his hands.

Forget you looking at me. Now I can’t even see you? I really couldn’t have picked a worse time, could I? Or maybe you’re so sick of my antics that you’ve had enough. Whatever. It doesn’t matter now.

At this rate, Lee has half a mind to make Miss Du’s joke advice about “going for a cute skirt that shows off your thighs” a reality. Because at least it would cause enough of a public spectacle that Liang Xun would probably have to run out and ask what the hell he was doing. He won’t actually do it of course. They could never be seen in public together again if he did. But it was an amusing thought to keep him company as he walked back to the magistrate’s residence, where he would be eating dinner and sleeping alone for another night.

…

Today, Lee doesn’t feel like going out. There’s only two days left before he needs to head back to Lungmen and resume his usual responsibilities. He’s had enough of everything here in Shangshu. The scenery, the food, the shopping. It was all lovely, but he didn’t need to keep seeing it over and over again. Lungmen was his home now, and it’s really the only place he finds himself missing sometimes. There’s only one thing he wanted to see in the city he’s currently in. Or one person rather. But that person isn’t here right now, so he thinks he’ll keep resting in his room instead. He sits there on his bed for who knows how long. A couple hours maybe. At some point, a housekeeper brought him breakfast, which he ate indifferently. Who knows what’s come over him today? Perhaps he’s sad that his trip is ending soon without him having accomplished anything he really wanted. Maybe it was fatigue from being left with his own thoughts for too long. Anyway, all he knew was that he doesn’t want to think too much today. So he just sits on his bed, gazing out the window, at the wall, at nothing in particular. Things stayed like this until around dusk when Lee heard a light knock coming from the door.

“Come in.” He knows who it is. He recognizes that knock from last time.

When Liang Xun enters the room, the expression on his face is worried and serious.

“I was told that you haven’t left your room at all today.”

The carp turns his head towards the person in his room. His voice is a little hoarse from not having spoken all day.

“I’m not feeling well today. That’s all.”

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing that the other person is unwell, Liang Xun runs over to examine him. He sits down next to Lee on the bed so that they’re at eye level with each other. He’s relieved to see that the carp’s complexion looks ok. When he puts a hand on his forehead, he finds that his body temperature is normal. But looking back at the expression on his face, his eyes definitely look tired and his usual easygoing smile is gone. Lee is looking back at him, meeting his gaze. Before Liang Xun can ask any more questions about his health, Lee leans in until their eyes are only inches apart and says:

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Liang Xun wears a guilty expression. As he struggles to get a response out, his ears begin to twitch a little. Seeing this, Lee gave a heavy sigh.

“This situation is so ridiculous. What is it that you can’t tell me, huh? Are you afraid of hurting my feelings? I’m not so fragile. If there’s something you hate, you should just say so. This kind of treatment is way worse.”

Hearing this turns some of Liang Xun’s guilt into confusion.

“Hate? What is there for me to hate?”

“You don’t usually avoid a person because you’re happy with them, you know. What ticked you off anyway? Was I pestering you too much or did whatever I was wearing at the time actually look that bad? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”

“Oh…um, about that. I couldn’t have you distracting me…”

“Hah? That’s all? Why not just tell me then? You’re polite, but I don’t remember you ever being shy.”

Liang Xun closes and rubs his eyes, looking ashamed. His ears begin twitching again and when Lee notices this, he speaks up for him.

“Gah, forget it. You don’t need to force yourself to lie to me like this. You know, the only reason I even started dressing that way was to see what you thought. I thought that…ah…you might…like…it.”

Lee has trouble getting the last few words out. He can feel his face heating up. It sounds a hundred times more embarrassing hearing himself say it out loud. But now that the other person has at least acknowledged him, he just wants to put everything behind him. This whole situation was a shameful chapter in his life that he’d really rather bury forever, so he continued speaking: “Anyway, forget about it. I won’t do it anymore so just start acting normal again ok? Or at least tell me when I’m being a bother. I prefer it over you giving me the cold shoulder like this.”

Lee closes the distance between them and hunches over to bury his face in the other man’s chest. Liang Xun barely manages to react in time to catch the carp slumping into his arms. Lee was so tired, and he misses this person a lot. He had worked diligently for over a month to make sure everything was in good shape before he left for his vacation. But it turned out like this. He sighs to himself once more. What a headache. He swears that one of these days, he’s going to drag Liang Xun with him to Rhodes Island and beg someone from their medical department to give them couple’s therapy (they probably have someone who does that right?) because somehow he and this guy are never on the same page. He looks back at Liang Xun, waiting for a response. But to his surprise, the Kuranta has a strange look on his face. Lee knows this look. It’s the same look his kids have when they all conveniently “remember a gift they bought for him” on Father’s Day. It’s a fusion between embarrassment and gratitude. Before he can ask the reason why, Liang Xun’s grip around him tightens a little and slowly, he begins to say:

“Um…Lee, could it be…you were trying to seduce me? If so, then the reason I didn’t want you distracting me…the reason isn’t because you failed…”

Lee’s eyes widened. Liang Xun watched as the man looked up at him with a look of disbelief on his face, which slowly morphed into…irritation? The carp’s hands reached out towards him and instinctively, Liang Xun shuts his eyes, bracing himself for a slap or something worse. This person honestly deserves to be angry with him. Instead, he feels the weight of a hand on each of his shoulders, and he hears Lee mutter something.

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, there is a pressure on his lips and Liang Xun realizes that right now he is being kissed. Understanding the situation, he knows that the time for asking questions has ended. If they couldn’t communicate their feelings through words, then they would simply do so with their actions. So without hesitating for a moment longer, he pulled Lee closer into his arms and kissed him back.

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1226.

Do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc) >> I'm amused by the examples given, because none of that stuff is of any concern to me. I'm already (unconventionally) married, I'm probably never going to be college material, and I'm definitely not having children or meeting any other of those Common Adult Milestones. The stuff that freaks me out about the future is thinking I'll never have a social support system, I'll never be able to afford any kind of therapy, I'll end up living and dying in a place I hate because I can't afford to live anywhere else, I'll never know what actual financial security feels like, I'll never know what actual emotional intimacy with another person in this outworld realm feels like... oh, and of course I worry about ageing and increasing disability, seeing as I live in a country that is perfectly content to let poor people suffer and die.

Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? >> I don't use coasters, and my tidiness isn't excessive at all, thank you very much.

Are you usually late, early or right on time? >> I am usually early or right on time -- early if I'm taking public transportation because the timing doesn't always line up well and it's better to be too early than too late in that case.

On a scale of 1 to 5 how organized are you? >> 4? I don't know how to quantify this but I do love being organised.

Name a movie you can watch over and over again and not be bored with? >> I don't do this with movies at all, even ones I love. I usually wait at least a year before rewatching any movie (barring exceptions like how I rewatched Lisa Frankenstein like a week after I saw it because Sparrow wanted to see it and I didn't mind rewatching it).

Do you still have your tonsils? >> I do.

What is the worst thing someone has ever done to you? >> There's a pretty long list of awful things people have done to me, and I certainly don't feel like sifting through it to figure out which one was "worst".

Have you ever gone nude/streaked in public? >> I have not.

Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? >> I don't share a bed anymore, but during the times when I did, it was usually the other person that did these things. Comparatively, I slept like a corpse.

What is your mom listed under in your phone? . Do you like going to the dentist? >> Absolutely not. The anxiety and aversion I experience at the dentist is over 9000.

What’s the most worthwhile thing you’ve done in the last year? >> I mean... continued existing? That's hard enough as it is. Have you ever made out with someone? >> Sure.

What time do you get sleepy? >> Typically, around 22:00. This can vary depending on how sleep-deprived I am.

What music do you listen to? >> So, so much. I mostly identify as a metalhead but like, this morning on my walk I was listening to (and reminiscing about) gospel. You really just never know, with me.

How old were you when you started to walk? .

Which member of your family do you get along with the best? .

What cheers you up when you’re sad? >> Can Calah, most reliably. Also, various shows I like. Have you ever tanned topless? >> I don't tan, period. My melanin is permanent.

What’s something you’ve been told you’re good at? >> Writing. Are you a cat or dog person? >> I'm not a pet person in general.

Have you ever done drugs? >> I have. I do.

Recommend a really amazing book. >> Just gonna go with Episode Thirteen again like in the last survey.

Recommend a really amazing song. >> You Ain't Coming Back by Zeal & Ardor.

Recommend a really amazing movie. >> In the Earth.

Who’s your favorite actor/actress? >> Matthew McConaughey.

Have you ever run away from home? >> I tried to, anyway.

Do you like your hair, the way it is and the color? >> There's really nothing to like or dislike about it, it's undyed and in a buzzcut. Extremely unremarkable.

Are you a Disney movie fan? >> Not especially. There are a few I like, but not nearly enough for me to consider myself a fan of Disney itself.

Do you eat seafood? >> I do.

So where the hell do you want to go in life? >> Hm. Are you claustrophobic? >> I am not. Do you like getting wasted? >> We used to, but I personally no longer possess the constitution or the interest in being heavily intoxicated. It no longer sparks joy.

Do you prefer Angels and Airwaves or Rihanna? >> I don't prefer either.

If your house was on fire (and your family escaped), what would you save? . Does caffeine make you hyper? >> I certainly don't consume enough of it to experience hyperactivity either way. I have like one eight-ounce serving of coffee like every two weeks or whenever I remember that coffee exists, and I enjoy the somewhat heightened sense of clarity and mental acuity for a while. I'm sure if I had any more than that I'd likely just tip over into being jittery and anxious, which is unfun and pointless. When are you going back to school? >> LOL

Do you like reading self-help books? >> The self-help industry is a racket and I'm not interested. I do read psychology-based books, like for example stuff that works with the Internal Family Systems model, but that's my limit when it comes to "self-help books".

What is your opinion on sex change? >> I'm into it. Very, very pro-HRT and SRS.

It seems like everyone’s addicted to Twitter these days - are you? >> Twitter's site culture never appealed to me, even back when it was somewhat less unhinged. Now? Absolutely fucking not.

What is something you have recently realized? >> I feel like I mostly just circle back to the same realisations but... bigger, or deeper, or whatever. It's not a loop, it's a spiral, etc.

If you could study abroad for a year in a foreign country, which country do you think you would choose, and why? .

If applicable, what song are you listening to right now? .

If you could choose three US states to visit, which three states would you pick? >> Honestly, I'd go anywhere at this point. I just need the novelty.

Do you think you express yourself better in writing or out loud? >> Writing. I'm a very clumsy speaker.

What’s the most amazing miracle you’ve ever witnessed? >> When I think of miraculous occurrences, I always think of times when I was really going through it, when shit was bad bad, and there'd be a moment where something really cool happens and it just... feels so much more profound and vital because of how awful everything else is. You know? Like for example, last year I was having a rough time and I went and sat out in the backyard and I found a perfect cicada shed just sitting on the tree, right at eye level, like it was left for me. I love cicadas. It felt special, like a hint that something was still rooting for me, wanted to give me a little bit of joy and wonder. I still have it, it's on my vanity.

Do you enjoy being home alone? >> Oh my god, it's the best. It's when I feel freest. ...Wow, that really doesn't look like a word, even if it is one. Most free. Yeah, that's better.

What is the most magical thing you’ve ever experienced? >> Dammit, and here I've already used my cicada molt story. Thinking of these things is taking too long, I'm going to pass.

What was the last hot beverage you drank? >> Tea.

Have you ever donated blood? >> I have not.

Would you rather attend a yoga class or a Zumba class? >> Either is fine. Depends on what kind of energy I have that day, I suppose.

Have you written anything down today? >> I have not.

What color is your camera case (if you have one)? .

What are three things you like that start with the same letter as your middle name? >> This would also take me forever.

Which do you use more: Facebook or Instagram? >> I don't use Instagram at all, so Facebook by default. Would you say you’ve had a good week so far? >> It's been fine, I suppose. I've definitely had worse weeks, just in the past month alone.

What are three of your favorite ways to enjoy spring? >> Go for lots of walks to admire all the new plant life, throw open every window in the house, uh... rejoice that I survived another winter? Yeah.

Do you own a pair of pink pants? >> I don't. I wouldn't be averse to it, though.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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Hey! b.a.p anon here. Thank you so much for replying to my ask. @suuho recommended your blog to me after I asked him this question, and I can see why he did that. Your reply was concise but quite informative.

I wanted to know more about b.a.p because I recently re-watched a couple of Peak Time, and that reignited my Jongup obsession. Last year when I watched PT, I didn't think of looking him up. Thankfully, this time I did. But, finding information on Google about someone is different from seeing them through the eyes of a fan who knows/has known them for a long time. So, thank you once again for replying to my ask 💚

Speaking of my Jongup obsession, he seems to me to be a very soft-spoken and introverted person who transforms into an untouchable, unbeatable idol on stage. Can you tell me a bit more about him, what he is like as an idol and a person (i mean, how you see him as a fan)?

i am soooo glad my ask could help a little! it's been a while since i've gotten to sit down and really talk about b.a.p so that just made my day lmao and i am so happy it was informative! tbh i can totally recommend just putting on their albums on your streaming service of choice and seeing if you'll enjoy them and jongup's solo stuff is great too as it is, so you are definitely not lacking for quality there either.

also big mood to seeing him on peak time! i remember my brother watching the show and he was like, hold on, moon jongup just walked into the room ??? and then to see sunggyu and gikwang both lose it over him because they've known him for ages and he's also just that performer was very amusing and just super sweet too. like, yeah, you better lose your shit when he's on stage! and to me he's always been this way. of course, he had to grow into his stage persona but he is a beast of a performer. the way he can embody that sensual level of performance so readily and sooo well these days is a testament to his growth as an artist! i remember someone joking recently that no one took break-up song performances as seriously as b.a.p (or infinite) and that person was right ..... jongup graduated from those mv sets with a degree in drama and serving cunt and honed his craft ever since.

and i like that this is his stage persona while off stage he really is a bit quieter, but also just warm and charming, and very funny and supportive around his fellow b.a.p members. i feel like he's always been understating himself a little and gets a bit bash when people hype him up, but he's getting better at talking about his aspirations and the effort he puts into his work. but, yeah, sometimes he's too humble for my liking off stage like live up to that talent! and he just seems like a well-rounded guy off stage as well, in the fandom he's always been known as the performer and that is what carried over and i think he is finally really settling into the role that was given to him a decade ago. he is growing into himself! he is becoming a more realised person. like b.a.p debuted incredible young (jongup was 17! zelo was 16!) and these men are all just settling into their personalities as adults more and more. and you can tell that with jongup gaining more confidence as who he is, which is great! to me that is the best thing, that i see him being a more realised performer and a more realised person, instead of the persona they put on him and any of the other member when they debuted.

#ask #anonymous

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I have two episodes left in the Elis James and John Robins Radio X show. Here are some thoughts I have about the latest episodes. The beginning of the post contains music recommendations that I got from those episodes, and that music is a lot more interesting than my ramblings about radio, so while I don't really recommend reading this whole post, you should click on the "keep reading" link if you like nice music, and then stop after the Bandcamp links end.

That radio show has this thing called the Keep It Session Sessions, where at the end of the podcast episode, they spend about six minutes telling us about a band or musician they like that they couldn’t play on the actual show (due it not being in the Radio X catalogue), but they want to share it with their audience anyway, so they tell us about it and then play a 30-second clip (as much as they can without running into copyright issues). It’s quite cool, and I’ve liked a lot of the stuff they’ve played, which makes me now wish I’d saved more of it. There were a bunch of songs that I liked in the moment but didn’t bother to write down.

There are only a few things I've liked so much that I did take the time to go download them. One is an extremely weird song called Horseleg Swastikas by Silver Jews, which I almost didn't mention in this post because the title sure doesn't sound great, but it also has nothing to do with the song. The song, it turns out, is just a really good thing to listen to if it's 11 PM on a Saturday night and you're trying not to drink alcohol.

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The other thing I've downloaded is by a guy they call The Lovely Robin on the show, because he's John Robins' best friend, and for a long time they'd told amusing stories about him and just vaguely mentioned he was a musician. Then one day they played some of his music on the Keep It Session Sessions, and it was beautiful, and I started listening to his stuff on SoundClound and YouTube for, probably, way too long before going to his Bandcamp page and giving him some money for it. Which I did a few weeks ago, bought three of his albums, have enjoyed all three of them in different ways, plus a few of his songs have quickly moved near the top of the list of best songs to play for this kid at work who likes music, so I've spent extra time listening to his stuff because of that. He has quite a range, but I think my favourite album of the ones I've heard by him is Above the Dreamer's Head. So that's a good place to start, if anyone's interested in music by John Robins' best friend. I haven't written about his music before, and in fact even hesitate to type out his full name here, because it turns out writing someone's name on the internet can sometimes work like a summoning charm. But here's a link to where you can listen to his stuff for free on YouTube, and here's his Bandcamp page where you can pay him for his music if you like it. It's good.

He also has a Tumblr account where he writes insightful things that I've found interesting to read, but that is just way too close to here so we'll try not to think about that.

Anyway, I've just found a third musical thing I wanted from the Keep It Sessions Sessions, and it was from their third-last episode, number 262 of 264. To be honest, they are running out of steam a bit as they get to the end of this run. Which is why I quite enjoy that they've given me a new takeaway even at this late stage.

This time it's a friend of Elis James', and I can't say all that much about him yet because I just discovered him about five hours ago when I heard them play his stuff at the end of the podcast episode, but I've gone and bought and listened to two albums. His name is Rhodri 'Ratatosk' Viney, he has music on Bandcamp here, and it's very pretty. I've heard John Robins and Elis James describe a lot of music as "folk", some of which I would not agree with them on that classification (I do understand the pointlessness of gatekeeping folk music, but someone's got to do it, or else we end up with Bon Iver at folk festivals), but this one is just a bunch of really lovely and captivating folk music. I might give it to my dad.

Elis James once said, about 100 episodes ago, "My version of The Lovely Robin is a man named Rhodri." And then never expanded on that, until this, the third-last episode of the whole radio show, when he plays us 30 seconds of the music and it's fucking perfect. How did Elis James go 261 episodes without telling us that he has a close friend who makes perfect music? I was annoyed enough at John for going quite a few episodes telling us pub stories about "The Lovely Robin" without emphasizing enough how great his music is, until they finally played it on the Keep It Session Sessions one day. But at least he didn't wait years.

Anyway, the man named Rhodri makes nice music, and sometimes he sings in Welsh, which is very very pretty. I worry it's borderline patronizing how pretty I find the Welsh language, like my brain problematically reduces it to mystical fairy talk - when, as Elis James keeps reminding us, it is a regular non-dead language spoken by regular non-dead people about regular things. To be fair, in these specific songs, this guy is definitely going for mystical fairy vibes overall, so I hope it's fair if I think Welsh lyrics contribute to that. But I will admit that I find it melodic and pretty even when I hear Elis James speak in Welsh, even though the subtitles tell me he's just doing quite run-of-the-mill observational stand-up.

I have to say it's been a weird end to the radio show (up to my current point, I still have two episodes left). I took a break for a few weeks and then picked it up from episode 251, at the very end of 2018, with 14 episodes left to go. They've been odd episodes, especially coming off the high that they were on with the excitement of their book and tour in fall 2018, and a big live episode for 250. The energy fell off a cliff pretty sharply after that, as Elis missed a few episodes with Isy Suttie being sick in the hospital while heavily pregnant, and John Robins tried to quite vaping and spent a couple episodes in nicotine withdrawal that put him in a terrible mood. Elis came back for a week but immediately disappeared again because his kid was born, then came back and seemed fairly out of it for a couple of months. Which is, you know, the right thing to do. If you have a newborn baby that born early from a pregnancy with complications near the end, you should definitely miss some work and then spend a bunch of time seeming to not care that much about non-family things. If you continue to care about other things as much as you did before that happened, then you're not a great parent/partner/person. And I'm sure Elis James is a lovely parent/partner/person. But it did make for some fairly half-hearted radio for a while.

Most of the show's humour comes from the carefully crafted dynamic between two people who've been fitting this together for years. There's a balance between the two of them that relies on John Robins caring too much about some (most) things and being amusingly aloof about others, and Elis caring too much about many things and being amusingly disintrested-but-plays-along-due-to-the-rules-of-the-double-act about others, and they're interested in a lot of the same things and that creates fun energy, but there's a clear list of things where they differ and that creates pushback that is also funny. And there's lots of comedy from the weird status balance, Elis being objectively more successful but almost absurdly deferential to John anyway. And you have humour from the balance of moods, with The Darkness of Robins vs. The Lightness of Elis.

All of those things are thrown off if Elis James suddenly decides to start living in the real world, where none of this is actually a big deal. It is funny when Elis James broadcasts while distracted, but only if he's distracted by football and immediately admits to that - not so much if he seems like he's trying to a facsimile of his usual self but just doesn't care enough to manage it. And it doesn't help that at the same time, John Robins was oscillating wildly between episodes where he was in a terrible mood due to attempted nicotine quitting (seems to be an off and on effort), and an uncharacteristically lighthearted mood because in the middle of all this he proposed to his girlfriend, which of course is great for the mood because that's a very good idea after less than a year. So there's a while where they've weirdly switched places, mood-wise, with Elis James worried about his son and John Robins happy about intent to get married, and it turns out there's a reason they doled out roles the way they did at the beginning. It doesn't work so well the other way. As they say, the vibe is off.

I suppose at some point they must have known that the show's ending. They haven't mentioned it on air so far and I don't know when they audience was told, but I suppose they could both be phoning it in a touch if they know it's not going to last that much longer anyway.

There were a couple of episodes early in 2019 where Tim Key sat in for Elis James, though, and he was perfect. Absolutely excellent, cut John Robins to pieces while barely breaking a sweat, everything you want from Tim Key.

It hasn't been terrible or anything. I'm comparing this to the quite high bar they set in previous episodes, and even in these last few where it's wavering, there have still been plenty of strong moments. I still don't want it to end, and have been intentionally drawing it out to avoid getting to the end, mainly by continuing my side project of listening to/watching all of John Robins' guest spots on other shows that I can find, alongside the chronology of the radio show. He did Hypothetical and Ultimate Worrier in 2019, which aired later in the year but were recorded in those first few months, so I re-watched his episodes of those. Ultimate Worrier was a bit sad to re-visit just because it seems like the epitome of what I don't like that happened to Jon Richardson, taking everything interesting about him and reducing it to its broadest points packaged into a painfully neat little cardigan as though that's all he ever was. I was also reminded of that shit celebrity feature on Hypothetical, though besides that, I think Hypothetical was a good show. And was starting to really find its feet just before it got canceled. But I suppose four seasons is too long to take to do that.

This was my first time watching Hypothetical after listening to Do the Right Thing, and on a re-watch I can confirm - yeah, they stole it. I mean, Danielle Ward doesn't own a patent on the fairly broad idea of imagining what to do in hypothetical scenarios, but it was fair for her to argue that she should at least have some claim on the concept of having comedians do it for various rounds on a panel show for one person who hands out scenarios and another who hands out points. They're quite similar.

I also can't believe I saw John Robins on Hypothetical a few years ago, and still managed to dislike him until late 2022 when I watched his stand-up. I'd already decided I disliked him because he was such a dick on Mock the Week, and because I was already biased against him, I continued to dislike him on the rare occasions when I saw him on shows after that. I do remember finding him annoying on Hypothetical. But on a re-watch, he was very funny. And gave one of the best, most well thought through and comprehensive answers in the first round that they've ever had, I think. I was also reminded of how great Cariad Lloyd is, which I already knew and never doubted and she has nothing to do with this post (aside from having appeared on Hypothetical with John Robins in 2019), I just wanted to mention it.

I've also added a bit to my Robins audio guest spot folder. In one radio episode from early 2019, he mentioned recording Nick Helm's Fubar Radio podcast, so I tracked that down and listened to it. It was quite funny, and fun to hear them chat about shared and non-shared obsessions over different music and movies. During that one, John mentioned he'd also been on Peacock and Gamble's thing on Fubar Radio, which I'd completely missed in my initial gathering of files for my folder. I found that one too, and it turns out he went on there with Sara Pascoe in 2014. So I have that one saved too now, but I think I'll listen to it after I finish the last couple of Radio X episodes.

I've also decided what I'm going to do immediately after I finish those. During one of the 2019 Radio X episodes, Elis mentioned that Isy and her ex-boyfriend, whose name we definitely don't know because she's almost as good at disguising identities as Richard Gadd is (too soon for that joke?), used to go to Tom Waits shows together. And I said yes, I know that, Elis, please don't remind me of that. Isy has a song about how her ex ruined Tom Waits for her by having sex with her to his music, but now because of that, both of those people have ruined Tom Waits for me as well, because I cannot hear Tom Waits' name without thinking of Isy Suttie and a man I know too much about having sex in 2002. I like that guy very much but I don't want to picture him having sex in 2002 or in any other year.

However, Elis bringing that up did remind me that I've been meaning for a while to get to Isy Suttie's book, The Actual One, where I believe she expands on some of the stories I've heard her tell in her stand-up/radio show/podcast. And that are enjoyable stories, even if they do occasionally ruin an American singer for me. So I'd like to hear more of them and this seems like a good time.

I've procured a copy of the audiobook to The Actual One, and I'm going to listen to that after I finish the Radio X episodes. Then... I don't know if I'll jump right into the BBC shows. Not sure where I'll go. Maybe shoot for the opposite of a radio show where two guys were starting to grow up and possibly grow out of their old and immature dynamic - if I enjoy the Robins/Pascoe episode of Peacock and Gamble enough, I do still have the Peacock and Gamble Podcast saved from where I left off, seven episodes into it. That would be going back to 2009, comfortably far enough into the past to be before anyone started growing out of anything. Though if I do get into that show properly, the completist in me would probably have to go back even earlier, and start with the Ray Peacock Podcast. I realize that one of the two Peacock and Gamble people did eventually grow up, but not until quite a while after 2009, at least. I'll see how things go.

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“𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦-𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰?“

Inspo: Kehlani - Melt

Pairing: Freya Allan x Cavill!Male!reader

Summary: Being Henry Cavill’s son had allowed you to have a life you never thought would be achievable. And being the son of the one of the biggest actor’s of the generation has made your passion for acting grow to a full career. Which had led to you dating your co-star in The Witcher, Freya Allan, possible. During an interview, you may hint at the intimacy you and Freya share in your down time.

Warnings: Fluffy and very brief smut.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

"Are you ready for tonight?” Your father asked, standing by the door. He watched you adjust the tie that seemed to be restricting your windpipe to an unbelievable degree. But it had been the one Freya thought would look good that night, so here you were. Truthfully, you were regretting letting her be your designer for the interview.

A grunt was given as a response to your huffing in frustration. “I am,” you confirmed. “But Freya chose the worst tie in the world. I’m going to end up dying on stage.”

Your father let out a chuckle as you loosened the tie. “Screw it.” You took it off, tossing it onto the vanity and undoing a few buttons of your shirt. A breath of relief slips past your lips as you grabbed your watch off the vanner desk. “We’re on in 2 minutes, right?”

“Yup,” Henry replied. “So hurry up. Don’t need your first interview to go badly.”

Tonight was your first real interview since you got the role in The Witcher. Most had suspected you of having gotten the role you did because of your dad being the lead in the show. It wasn’t true, entirely. He’d recommended you to the casting crew, but it was your performance that had earned you the spot you did. And your dad had no problem pestering you all about it.

“Haha.” You pinched the tip of the flame, squashing it out before making your way to the door. “Very funny, dad.” You added sarcastically as you left the room, hearing him laugh as he followed you down the bending halls.

Soon enough, you and your dad met with Freya, Anya, and Joey. Freya smiled upon your arrival and raised a brow. “Where’s your tie?” She asked, placing her hands on your waist when you stopped right in front of her.

“Well, the one you chose was slowly suffocating me,” you quipped. “So, I opted for a comfortable fit. Like it?”

As you motioned to the loose buttons at the top of your shirt, Freya smiled. With or without a tie made you look incredibly sexy. The only difference was that now the tattoos scattered across your torso were partly exposed. Leaving more to be desired after this now dreadful interview she wanted to be over already. If it led to her getting what she wanted, she wanted it as soon as possible. She just wanted to fall all the way into you and never leave.

“I do.” She tucked a few pieces of your shirt into your pants. “But I can tell you are nervous.”

You gapped at such a statement, finding her already grinning in amusement. You pointed to your girlfriend while motioning to the other three. “Did you guys tell her to tease me?”

“Not much teasing when it's the truth.” Anya quipped.

“I mean, you’re sweating, Y/n,” Joey pointed out. “Do you need a drink?”

Grumbling like a child, you clamped your lips shut as Freya continued to find amusement in your suspense. You always got like this outside of your work. Fretting over the smallest of things that aren’t that big of a factor in the grand scheme of things. A complete 180 from how your dad conducted himself. But then again, this was your biggest role so far, so she could understand where you were coming from.

It reminded her of the first day you were on set for season 2. The first scene you ever shot was with Freya and it was supposed to be when your character not so subtly flirts with Ciri. Prior, Freya had brief interactions with you during the script readings before filming had even started. She’d like to say that the chemistry you two had was good just from those interactions because you often hid out in your trailer playing your guitar.

But after that scene, a connection was born and on days when one of you wasn’t needed, one of you would show up to support the other. Your introverted nature quickly blossomed and she got to see past the kid who liked to play The Wldlfe or Paramore. Sure, you were strange, but that gave Freya even more of a reason to ask you when you guys finished filming for the second season.

And even now, after the success you’ve had, you still have a nervous bone in your body. A rather adorable sight to see such a hulking and rather intimidating guy like yourself going through.

“Everything will be alright,” she reassured, kissing your cheek. “No need to be nervous.”

You sighed, nodding silently and kissing her forehead as one of the backstage workers signalled you guys to be ready.

“Tonight we have some guests from the hit Netflix show “The Witcher” joining us,” Jimmy Fallon’s voice could be heard. “Give a warm welcome to the cast of The Witcher!”

The door ahead of you guys slides open with the overhead lights blinding you. But you plastered a smile, walking out behind your fellow co-stars and giving brief waves. Allowing Freya’s prior words to ease your anxiety as you made your way up onto the stage, sitting down on one of the couches with your father and Freya.

But the moment you sat down on the couch, Jimmy was quick to make the energy seem far calmer than you expected. Asking questions for your dad, Anya, and Joey primarily as you sat quietly, adding a few tidbits when you felt obliged to. Throughout it all, Freya slightly leaned into your side with her hand resting on your knee. Her touch was enough to allow you to flow with the interview quite well, even when Jimmy finally spoke to you directly.

“Y/n, this is your first big role, correct?” Jimmy inquired, hands clasping together as he leaned on his desk.

You blew a raspberry with a slow nod. “Yes, it is,” you confirmed with a polite smile.

“And all the roles you had before this were smaller ones, right?” Jimmy asked. “Like indie movies and TV shows - which I’ve heard you prefer more than these larger projects, correct? Like, you were in American Gods for its entirety. How is that in comparison to where you are now?”

“Yeah, I do,” you confirmed. “I don’t know, I just feel a bit more freedom in comparison to the larger roles I’ve been offered. Not to mention that a lot of these smaller projects and movies have directors that are deeply passionate about what they want to make. And with American Gods, I was surrounded by some of my idols. Ian McShane, Ricky, Emily - they all made that decision to do that show so worth it. Now, I wouldn’t say it was a smaller series because how are you going to have these big names and call it a small project, right?”

You hadn’t noticed, but Freya was watching you in awe. Like she had travelled back in time, your nervousness had slowly drifted away and allowed this brand new version of yourself to be present. It was beautiful watching you carry yourself so easily, as well as talk about the things you were passionate about.

“True, true.” Jimmy nodded, motioning to Henry and then you. “Did he ever tell you he wanted to be in the show with you after American Gods?”

Henry glanced back at you with a grin. “No,” he answered. “I actually only found out by coming into his room and finding him passed out at his desk with Witcher 3 open.” He then turned to you. “Which, might I add, you have terrible gear, son.”

You shifted to the edge of the couch, turning towards your father with a raised brow in challenge. Enough for the crowd to laugh in amusement as you waved your hand to the man in dismissal.

“But in American Gods, you played, Aengus, the Irish god of beauty and youth, right?” Jimmy asked. “And when you were in the role, you weren’t as big as you are now. How was the transition between the build you had then and now?”

Again, you blew a raspberry and laughed slightly. “Uh, well, it was stressful,” you replied. “I mean, from the size I was at, I- I was incredibly skinny. But living with a guy who encourages working out, especially for a role, helped. So, I mean, it was stressful but worth it.”

“And what did you do exactly for getting to where you’re at?” He inquired. “Did you just have to focus on arms and chest?”

“Um, no,” you said. “I had to do, pretty much, every part of my body. Legs, chest, arms, abs, everything had to be worked out to get to the point that was viable to play the character I play.”

“I mean, totally,” Jimmy agreed. “You have to swing around swords all day, carry them around and wear pretty big armour I’m guessing. What did you do for cardio?”

Immediately, you were given a flashback to the same question that Jimmy had given to your father. And you had the same reaction as your dad, side-eyeing the crowd with a chuckle leaving your lips. Glancing at your dad, the crowd, and then Freya who wore a mischievous grin.

“Fuck yes!” Your hands held Freya’s ass, using her body to slam her down onto your cock that plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. Her hands were tight around your throat, lips curled into a grin with breathy and loud moans slipping past her lips as she stared down at you.

Both your sweaty bodies were being cleaned by the shower blasting down onto the both of you. Your back aching from the tiles stabbing in your spin. But it quite didn’t matter when you felt this heavenly just from this girl.

She sat up, rolling her hips back, somehow taking more of your cock inside her. Nestling you deep inside of her as she grinned down at you. Taking in your wet hair and eyes that fought to roll back at the smallest of movements with her hips. Flesh slightly sticky from the sweat that still emerged to the surface of your pores. “You look fucking amazing like this, Y/n.”

You squinted your eyes, licking your eyes before your lips parted, nothing coming out before you looked to Jimmy.

“I run?”

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